#Ness Alexis x reader

[kissbabie]

riding him ♡

your boyfriend turns into such a whimpering and pathetic mess when you decide to take charge for once, taking care of him in the form of bouncing up and down on his drooling cock as you’re seated on his lap.

he whines so loudly, large hands gripping onto the soft skin of your hips and desperately leaning forward to suck on your pert nipples. with your tits bouncing in his face, your pussy swallowing him whole, the creamy mess that’s frothing between you two, the wet sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy and your thighs hitting back down on his, not to mention how breathtakingly gorgeous you look right now, it’s just too much for him to handle; he’s turning so braindead from how good it feels when you ride him like you own him.

“baaabyyyy.. y’re so pretty,” he groans. “ah-ah! ‘m cumming— hngnhh..mmmfffp— cumming, cumming!”

“yeah?” you reply, breathing heavily. the slick noises contributed from the mess that’s been forming at the base of his cock and your cunt makes you a bit too dizzy for your own liking. “go ahead, sweet boy.. jus’ let me take care of you m’kay?”

he sobs loudly, choking on his whines and moans as he finishes so deep inside you. it shoots up and ropes of his warm, hot cum is spilling into you. he rocks his hips up lazily, trying to get every last drop out. despite this, you’re not done yet. instead, you grab onto his shoulders and shift a little before continuing.

“hnnghh.. ah—ah! no—no stop, m’ sensitive.. can’t..” he whimpers, although his actions say otherwise because he instinctively reaches for your hips again, grabbing you closer and trying to make you go faster.

“hmm.. you’re making a mess..”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorryyy! hahh— i can’t—can’t take it.. so much.. i can’t hold it in..”

feeling the pressure build up, there’s tears forming and his eyes roll back in pure desperation as you keep your pace. it’s too overwhelming for him and his cock is so sensitive to the point where it hurts. he’s about to finish again so easily even though he already came earlier, not too long ago. “i’m gonna… gonna.. i—i’m—“

“shhh, baby.. it’s okay. i’m gonna cum too, wanna make me cum right? be good and fill me up n’ make me cum ‘round your cock?”

“y-yeah, yeah..please.. i’ll do anything, pretty.. don’t stop..”

“‘m so close.. wan’ you to dump your cum into me while i cum okay?”

and that was all it took. with a deep, broken moan that ripped all the way from the back of his throat, his hips desperately bucked up and he couldn’t even form a sentence before his release hit him, his cock twitching so much as he flooded your cunt, like he was trying to give you everything. it hits you in thick waves— hot, heavy, and endless. each pulse sent more spilling out, filling you to the brim, leaking out before he was even done. it was so messy, just pouring into you with no end in sight.

grinding down hard on him as you gasped, “ffuckk, cumming—!!..” feeling the tension in your body snapping as you came all over him.

afterwards, it was silent except for the sounds of both of you panting, trying to catch your breaths as his head was buried into your chest. with a quick kiss to his cheek, you lifted yourself up from his cock, where everything started dribbling out of you slowly.

“shit…” you heard him say.

you pouted. “you’re the one that asked me to ride you tonight.”

he’s still trying to catch his breath as he mumbles, “i didn’t think.. didn’t know it’d be like.. this.”

he looks up at you like a lost little puppy, big eyes and pouty lips as his arms circle around your waist, hugging you in attempts of keeping you closer to him, his chest pressed against yours.

“ah,” he starts, like he’s suddenly got a great idea. “made such a mess, think i should clean you up..”

“huh?”

before you can fully process what he means, he gently pushes you down, your back hitting the mattress as he climbs on top, lowering himself to where your glistening hole is. he looks at you, eyes shining with quiet intensity and a determined look before he starts going down on you, licking and lapping at your pussy, causing everything to smear onto his face. guess that’s what he meant by cleaning you up, huh?

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[hey-itsdollie]

HELLO YOUR HONOR‼️‼️ I NEED TO REQUEST SOMETHING. Ness, Bachira, Kaiser, and Rin with reader whos ovulating. please 🙏🙏🙏😔😔😔

Ovulation.ᐟ.ᐟ

‧₊˚ ┊ In which the bllk guys' gf is ovulating

୭˚. ᵎᵎ featuring » ness. bachira. kaiser. rin.

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ fluff, semi suggestive, fem reader, established relationship, aged up!

── .✦ Alexis Ness

“Hey sweetness… How you feeling?” Ness came into the bedroom, looking at his girlfriend who was sprawled out on the bed. You let out a soft groan as he frowned, quickly going to your side.

Ness’s girlfriend was currently ovulating, her cramps were painful as she spent most time in bed sleeping or in pain.

He was at your side with every beck and call. His eyes full of love and worry as he went to you. Whether it was for a new cold pillow, food, a drink, medicine, etc. He was there within seconds.

“Lexy, can you massage my tummy?” You whimpered out as he nodded and climbed into bed. His eyes looked at you for permission before he raised your shirt up and began to massage your stomach. You let out soft whimpers leaning your head back. “Thank you so much…”

── .✦ Meguru Bachira

“No, Megs, you're being too loud!” You frowned, staring at your boyfriend. The brunette just looked at you like you were crazy, he hadn’t even said anything.

“Is my breathing too loud for you?” He questioned as you nodded, making him roll his eyes. Bachira knew you were just going through mood swings but he couldn’t just not breath!

You frown as you notice his annoyed look, Bachira was quirk to switch into a smile as he saw the tears fill your eyes.

“Hey, hey no, I’m not mad please don’t cry.” Bachira comforted as he pulled you onto his lap hugging you tightly. You buried your face into his shoulder sniffling.

Yeah, Bachira definitely had gotten used to this from the first time he experienced your mood swings.

── .✦ Michael Kaiser

“Mm Micha please…” You whined as you hung around his neck, the blonde gazed down at you. Feeling your hands run over his body as he smirked.

He knew what she was trying to initiate but he also knew it wouldn’t be good timing.

“Love, you know we can’t.” He murmured cupping your face as you leaned into his touch. “Mmm why not.” You frowned, the only thing on your mind was to have his hands on your body.

“You can easily conceive, you don’t want to have my child yet sweetheart.” He laughed as he caressed your skin.

“But I do! I’m ready! Please put a baby in me!” You whine with no hesitation. Your words were tempting but he sighed–knowing he should hold back.

“No baby, you know we can’t.” Your begging was a tough opponent but Kaiser knew he could handle it.

── .✦ Rin Itoshi

Rin gazed up at you, his hands on your hips as you straddled his lap. Your hands gently rubbed his neck, his head leaning back in content.

You were being extra clingy lately, which he never seemed to like before getting with you. Shockingly he enjoyed the attention.

You leaned down and kissed his lips sloppily. Your tongues fighting with each other before you pulled away. “Mm need you so badly.” You whisper as Rin’s eyes gleamed slightly.

“You know we can’t…” He whispered as you pouted. “Yeah… I know but just a little skin to skin wouldn’t be so bad right?” Rin nodded as moved his hands to a respectable spot on your thighs.

“No… it wouldn’t be…” He whispered in reply, “But are you sure?” Rin added his eyes looking into yours as he moved some hair out from covering your face. He didn’t want to put more strain on your body after all.

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[ayexaye]

Alexis Ness who leaves love notes on your side of the bed, on your desk, in the pocket of your jacket, anywhere for you to find, even after years of being in a relationship.

Alexis Ness who is oh so attentive, always being able to tell the tiniest switch in your behavior and emotion.

Alexis Ness who understands what it’s like to love and to be loved because of you.

Alexis Ness who has kept everything from even your first dates. Pictures, movie tickets, any souvenirs either of you bought—he’s even pressed some of the flowers.

Alexis Ness who does whatever trend you ask him to do with you, who loves when you post about the two of you because he wants everyone to know he’s yours.

Alexis Ness who sends you good morning and good night texts every day when he’s away.

Alexis Ness who gets flustered from even the smallest of compliments directed at him but who can ramble on about how perfect you are for hours without stuttering once.

Alexis Ness who keeps a list of anything you off handedly mention you like in his phone.

I love Alexis Ness.

𖹭.ᐟ Masterlist

[kxsagi]

hihi how would the bllk men act/respond when their gf says she’ll sleep on the couch after an argument?? pls include the itoshi brothers and whoever else you want

tyyy

“𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝”

a/n: my guy best friend’s name is alexis so for ness, i wonder what nicknames reader would call him. lex? alex? 

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, ness alexis

itoshi rin

you don’t yell. you just say it, quietly, firmly, “i’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” 

rin doesn’t even look up from where he’s pulling the comforter back. “then sleep out there forever,” he mutters. 

that’s it. that’s all he says. 

your jaw tightens. fine. he wants to be a dick? you’ll go be a comfortable, petty little burrito on the couch. 

the second you’re gone, he sighs and slumps against the pillows. he stares at the ceiling for a while. then turns to your empty side of the bed. 

it’s cold. and he hates it. 

he tosses. turns. groans. this is stupid. 

five minutes later, he storms out like a grumpy cat. hoodie half-on, socks mismatched, glaring like you murdered his whole family. “you’re being dramatic,” he says. “and annoying.” 

you open your mouth to respond, but he’s already sitting down on the floor next to the couch and crossing his arms. 

“i’m not going to bed without you,” he says flatly. “so either come back, or we both suffer.” 

you end up back in bed, wrapped in his hoodie, with his hand loosely curled around yours under the covers. he whispers, “i hate you,” and kisses your forehead. 

it’s his version of “i missed you.” 

itoshi sae

when you declare you’re sleeping on the couch, sae just gives you one of those flat, deadpan stares. like he’s watching a toddler throw a tantrum. 

“seriously?” he says. “over that?” 

you grab your blanket anyway. you’re halfway down the hallway before you hear him sigh. not a regular sigh, a tired, you’re impossible, but i love you sigh. 

he lets you go. but only for ten minutes. 

then he casually appears in the living room like he owns the place, leans against the doorway with his arms crossed. “you know the couch ruins your neck,” he says. 

you roll your eyes. “so?” 

“so come to bed.” 

you turn away from him with a stubborn huff. he crosses the room in two strides, crouches down in front of the couch, and gently tugs your hand. 

“i don’t like going to sleep angry,” he murmurs. “not with you.” 

you don’t say anything, but your eyes soften. 

he kisses your hand and gives a rare, tired little smile. “c’mon. the bed’s warm. and so am i.” 

he doesn’t let go until you’re back under the covers, head tucked under his chin, heart finally calm again. 

isagi yoichi

“wait, baby, hold on. what? what do you mean the couch?” 

he looks like you just threatened to leave him forever. arms stretched out, eyes wide like a kicked puppy. 

“c’mon, don’t do that... not over something this dumb.” 

you grab your pillow and ignore him, brushing past. he follows immediately, practically tripping over himself to keep up. 

“you want me to sleep in the bed alone? do you hate me that much?” he says it with the most tragic, oscar-worthy expression on his face. 

when you don’t turn around, he dramatically flops on the couch right next to you. “okay then. if you’re on the couch, i’m on the couch.” 

he makes it five seconds before whining, “my back already hurts.” 

eventually he wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face in your neck. “i’m still mad,” he mumbles. “but i love you. and i can’t sleep unless you’re squished up against me like a koala.” 

you both fall asleep tangled up on the couch like weird puzzle pieces. 

you wake up in the morning with his face squished into your shoulder and a whispered, “you’re not allowed to sleep away from me again, okay?” 

nagi seishiro

you announce your decision like it’s a declaration of war. “i’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” 

nagi, half-asleep already, barely blinks. “… that sounds like so much work.” 

you expect him to argue. or care. but instead, he just sits up, yawns, and wanders over to you like a very lazy puppy. 

“babe,” he mumbles, hugging your waist from behind. “you’re comfy. the bed’s comfy. come be comfy with me.” 

you protest, but he’s already scooping you up with both arms like you’re a stuffed animal. “too tired to fight. let’s nap it off.” 

he drops you both onto the bed in one go, pulling the blanket over your heads like a makeshift fort. 

you glare at him. “we’re still mad at each other.” 

he hums sleepily. “okay. we can be mad tomorrow. bedtime now.” 

he falls asleep with your fingers tangled in his and your forehead against his shoulder. 

you’re not mad anymore by morning. not when he snores softly and still refuses to let go of your hand. 

mikage reo

“the couch?” he gasps like you just told him you were eloping with his worst enemy. 

“my love, my sunshine, my everything, you would choose the crusty old couch over your charming, heartbroken boyfriend?” 

you blink at him. “reo–” 

he drops to the floor dramatically, clutching his chest. “say it isn’t so!” 

you actually laugh, which pisses you off more because you’re supposed to be mad. 

“i’m serious,” you say. “i need space.” 

reo nods solemnly and lets you go… but you know it’s not over. 

ten minutes later, he shows up with a cup of tea, your favorite blanket, and his own pillow under his arm. 

“room for one more?” he asks, already crawling beside you. 

he strokes your hair and whispers, “i hate when we fight, you know. but i’m not letting you go to sleep thinking i don’t love you.” 

you fall asleep with your head on his chest and his heartbeat thumping under your ear. 

he kisses your temple and mumbles, “next time we argue, let’s just yell into a pillow and then make out.” 

kaiser michael

“i’m sleeping on the couch.” 

you expect him to scoff. to roll his eyes. maybe even say “fine, go ahead.” 

but instead… he just laughs. not the mocking kind. it’s the amused, oh my gosh, you’re so cute when you think you’re winning kind of laugh. 

he leans back against the bedroom wall, arms crossed, watching you like you’re performing a one-person drama. “you?” he drawls. “on my couch? schatz, that thing isn’t worthy of your ass.” 

you glare at him as you march off with your pillow. “good. now i won’t have to see your smug face until morning.” 

“you’ll miss me before you even fall asleep.” 

“wanna bet?” 

you wrap yourself up like a burrito, determined to win. five minutes pass. ten. you think you hear him shuffling around, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of checking. then – 

a sudden weight on the couch. 

you shriek as kaiser climbs on top of you, shoving your blanket aside with all the grace of a golden retriever in a silk robe. “what the hell, micha –” 

he silences you with a kiss to the cheek and a smirk. “you said you were sleeping on the couch. you didn’t say i couldn’t join you.” 

he settles in, spooning you tightly, chin on your shoulder. “still mad?” he whispers. 

you huff. “a little.” 

“good. you’re cute when you’re pissed.” 

he doesn’t let go once all night, and the next morning, you wake up with his arm draped over your waist and his voice low against your skin: “next time we fight, just yell at me in bed. it’s more comfortable.” 

ness alexis

“i’m sleeping on the couch.” 

ness freezes mid-step, like someone just yanked the power cord out of him. his whole face crumples. his arms fall limply to his sides. he looks like he just got rejected on live TV. 

“w-wait… really?” he says, voice small. “because of what i said?” 

you nod. firmly. “i need space.” 

ness nods too, quickly. “right. okay. space. of course. totally.” 

he watches you grab your blanket. he follows like a shadow, lingering behind you, clutching his hoodie sleeves like they’re your hands. 

“if you need anything, i’ll be… just down the hallway,” he says. “if the light flickers, or if you get cold, or– i dunno– if the couch tries to eat you.” 

you raise a brow. “alexis.” 

he stands there a moment longer, eyes shining just a little too much. “… do you still love me?” he whispers. 

your heart softens immediately, but you keep your back turned. “go to bed, lex.” 

you think he leaves. but then, an hour later, a small rustling wakes you. you peek open your eyes, and there he is, curled up on the floor next to the couch with a blanket and one of your socks. 

“lex?” 

he sits up instantly, bleary-eyed. “i-i wasn’t trying to sneak in! i just… missed you.” 

you sigh and pull him up beside you. he cuddles into your chest like a human teddy bear, arms wrapped tight. 

“sorry again,” he mumbles. “please don’t leave the bed next time. i’ll be better. i swear.” 

you kiss the top of his head and feel him melt like butter in your arms. 

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[rinskazuu]

→ that's not my name ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ver 1

synopsis. ꨄ︎ calling your bllk bf by his last name as a prank through text (you're just a silly lil gal)

featuring. ꨄ︎ fem!reader x sae, kaiser, otoya, karasu, bachira, reo, nagi, yukimiya, rin, aiku, isagi, ness, shidou, barou, kurona (separate)

includes. ꨄ︎ established relationship, crack, fluff, kaiser being a bitch (what's new), suggestive (slightly in sae's, kaiser, otoya, slightly in karasu's, slightly in aiku's), straight NSFW in shidou's, !!!SEWERSLIDE JOKES IN AIKU'S!!!, pet names, not proofread

notes. ꨄ︎ sorry for making some of these convos short, guys, i just wanted to include more characters <3 + changed ness's name because i did NOT realize ness was his surname, added some personal emojis for certain characters (isagi -> puzzle pc, ness -> magic wand), and changed nagi's pic. i'll probably change some pics and add some emojis too

edit: okay, guys. i looked it up online and got confirmation from the wiki that aiku is indeed his surname, so for those who have already seen this, i changed it. moral of the story: never doubt me because when i did, i was WRONG

ver. 2 chigiri, raichi, kunigami, niko, hiori, aryu, charles, sendou, noel noa, julian loki, snuffy, chris prince

♪ track. ꨄ︎ n/a

end notes. ꨄ︎ i'm so sorry guys if i butchered kurona's </3

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[kayiieu]

imagine puppy!ness (,,>﹏<,,)

he's been an obedient puppy ever since u met him n is always so caring n protective towards u !! he'll always wait in the foyer when it's around time for u to come back n u can always see his tail wagging back n forth when u open the front door !! nessie's just the sweetest boy ever :( he never makes messes in the house when ur gone n is always obedient, he never gets on the couch ( tho he's very sad ) n always helps u around the house when he can ! when he's a good puppy ( he always is ), he gets rewarded with head pats n cuddles !! he just loooves how ur hands tangle into his hair, rubbing softly into his scalp.

tho, he does get the tiniest bit jealous when u come home with other people n hybrids' scents on u :( ur all his n he's all urs, so why are u coming home with strangers' scents on u ??! don't worry, he makes up for it by cuddling into u after u shower, rubbing all his scent back into ur body !! ( n maybe leaving bite marks on the less visible parts, too )

inspo from @choccorin <3

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[marikosfragrance]

Before any of ya'll complain about how I analysed their characters in a way that proves that they are indeed emotionally unavailable and stuff— and I still make romance stuff about them. Be aware that I portray their characters in a way that shows the possibility of them being in a relationship, if they do end up in one.

And how their emotional unavailability affects this. There may be emotionally unavailable people (sae, rin and others) and are focused in their goals, and stuff. But emotionally unavailable people can also fall in love. Of course, it would affect their relationship, but gaining feelings isn't unnatural. But I can see where some of you might come from, in fact, even if you were the most beautiful, smartest, perfect girl in the world, real connection wouldn't form.

Sae might dismiss the person, and rin wouldn't care at all. But with a partner that has patience and builds connection over time can make even an emotionally unavailable person start to trust again.

Emotional unavailability doesn't make a person completely heartless or being unable to feel anything, but it makes them feel uncomfortable being in a relationship— especially if they have trauma. For example, for Sae he might not even be in a relationship at all, and as I said, it would take YEARS to fully make him trust, but despite that, he would still have problems. He might even leave the person even if they formed a deep connection— afraid of being vulnerable and reliant. Emotionally unavailable people has this trait rooted from past events that deeply scarred their ability to trust, or they are just simply focused on their goals.

But most of the time, these types of people really just have a hard time accepting and expressing their feelings, for them— love is complicated. And how they act in a relationship could affect their partner and toxicity can't be avoided.

[luvseii]

𐔌 magenta haze 𐦯 a. ness ⋆ smut, mdni

you slipped your fingertips beneath your boyfriend’s jaw as he sat in front of you, kneeling heavily. standing beside the bed, you were taller than he was and used your fingers to gently crane his face up toward yours.

ness's magenta eyes shimmered, a whimper slipping past his lips as he tried to shuffle closer to you. his clothes lay scattered and forgotten around the room, his tip red and leaking with precum. ness's hands formed tight, shaking fists against his thighs, pressed so hard you could see slight shadowed indents against his pillowy legs.

“please,” he whined as he tried shifting his hips again, desperate for some sort of release. your smile was shaky as a gasp slipped through your parted lips as the fingers on your hand, the one not forcing ness's gaze up, slipped past your folds for the third time that night. you were soaked, your arousal coating your fingers as you fucked yourself in front of your poor boyfriend again.

cocking a swear-glistened brow, you tilted your head and shuddered when you toyed with your swollen, overstimulated clit. “please what, baby?”

“please let me touch myself,” ness cried, his shoulders trembling and his chin growing heavier in your grip. you cooed at the sight. your pretty boyfriend, begging for release. he could have easily ignored you to yank his dick, but ness was such a good boy. he’d never do anything to upset you, let alone disobey you.

his pretty eyes shook and shone with tears as he trembled like a leaf before you, staring up so pathetically through the magenta haze.

pausing your actions, you pulled your hand from your quivering cunt and wiped the essence along your bare stomach before fisting his wavy locks. “wanna touch yourself?” you teased with a pout, stepping closer until your thighs pressed into the side of the mattress. ness stared shamelessly at your heavy tits, which rose and fell with each pant that slipped past your lips. “or do you want me to touch you?”

ness fell back on his heels. “you, you!” he begged, voice shaking in excitement and desperation. “please, please touch me. i’ve been so good, haven’t i? i didn’t touch myself, just like you asked. y/n, please—“

you smothered his words with an open-mouthed kiss, effortlessly slipping your tongue as you leaned into him. with one hand still tangled in his hair, you slid the other from his chest down to his aching center, which was hard and raised from your several self-induced orgasms.

you cupped the head of his dick, his juices warm and sticky against your palm. ness huffed in your mouth, shuddering violently beneath your grip as you leaned him back against the mattress and climbed on top. your knees sat on either side of his thighs, hand still pressed against his erection.

“i, i—“ ness stammered, mouth agape as he threw an arm over his eyes. “i don’t think i’ll last long…”

“that’s okay, baby,” you said gently, twisting your wrist to slide your hand down his shaft. ness's hips bucked up, forcing your hand to work faster. “you did so good. you can cum as quickly as you want, m’kay?” your boyfriend’s head nodded violently against the bed as he twitched and whined beneath you.

you stroked him with a precision you knew wasn’t necessary, considering how close he was already. ness's stomach caved, his thighs trembling between yours, signaling that he was close.

shimmying down his legs, you dropped down on your elbows and licked a strip up the underside of his cock. ness let out the unholiest of moans, one that went straight to your core, but there wasn’t time for that. you had your fun; it was his turn now. your lips parted over the head of ness's erection, just the tip. you would have gone further, but ropes of thick, hot cum were suddenly filling your mouth.

“’m sorry!” ness gasped as he jerked beneath you. “forgot to warn you that i was cl-close.”

you straightened, hands resting against his thighs, as you swallowed his seed. “my baby,” you soothed as you helped ness into a sitting position, still splayed across his outstretched legs. “that’s okay. you can make it up to me next time.”

you’d never seen a shade of magenta as bright as ness's eyes after hearing those simple, simple words.

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[narcjsistx]

ও MDNI, characters are 19 years old. if you don't like, don't read. thanks for your cooperation <3 take care of you!

ও warnings: clear mention of cheating, sex scene

ও 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

KAISER MICHEAL who can't help but think that ALEXIS NESS's new girlfriend, so cute and still unaware of her beloved boyfriend's addiction, is like his new girlfriend. what's alexis's is also his, right? he doesn't have to worry about ruining the midfielder's relationship

it started with compliments, even too sappy for someone who is in a relationship. but your red cheeks and your stammering were just confirmation that he had to continue with his plan

it continued with his hand on your thigh at team dinners, usually after major wins. of course ness would put you between him and kaiser, so he had both of his beloveds near him. but he didn't know, or maybe he noticed it a few times, that the result would only be to have you nervous all evening for a reason unknown to him, justified only by some stomach ache. you certainly couldn't tell him that his best friend's hand was climbing higher and higher with each new served meal

it went on when, in the bathroom of a trashy berlin club, he kissed you as if it were the last day of his mouth. you knew it was wrong, that your boyfriend was literally in the next room looking totally in love with you, but hell, kaiser's constant teasing had made you so curious to taste his lips. you certainly didn't hold back when he kissed you without warning, a bit like he had entered your life

it ended when in his apartment bed he took out all the anger, from a game he lost against a certain isagi yoichi, on you. you knew that ness was just as sad about losing the game, but you couldn't resist when kaiser texted you to come over because he had to talk to you. you wouldn't have expected to end up in that condition, mascara running and about two orgasms expelled thanks to two fingers, like it's your first time getting fucked. but oh, kaiser was really angry, so angry that it didn't take him so long to throw you on his large bed and fuck you so desperately, as if it hadn't been his goal from the first moment he laid his blue eyes on you, just three months earlier

but ness mustn't know. at least that's what you think, as if he hadn't noticed kaiser's way of looking at you from the first moment

[adoregojo]

this is some scenes that happened between you bllk characters then they remember that you broke up (the brainrot is real):

isagi: was making dinner for two since it was his day, served two plates, removed the unwanted extras from your plate that you didn't like, called you out to eat for a minute, then the realization of you two were broken up hits him like a brick. actually keeps staring at your filled plate and empty place then ruffle his head in frustration.

sae: when he would move too much in his sleep, uncomfortable. so his hand unintentionally keeps searching to embrace you, it was oddly empty, cold. he figured maybe you were in the bathroom? so his teal eyes kept staring patiently at the door, waiting for you to come back so he can cuddle you to sleep already. when you take too long he just realized that you weren't even here to began with. 一ends up hugging a billow to sleep, definitely not a makeshift of you一

reo: accidentally ordered for two, he doesn't even grasp what he had said, it was like a muscle memory he can't erase. only realized when the food came, and it was your favorite alongside. cried himself to sleep while hugging a picture of you that night.

rin: had a bone-chilling nightmare, the second he wakes up sweaty and cold he keeps mumbling your name and heedlessly reaching for you to clasp. soon realized he was actually alone, you weren't there to clutch him out of the cold, harsh world, to bring his heart back to it natural beating. so he sleeps alone that night, he wakes up with a wet billow the next morning for some reason.

nagi: holds the door, realizes you're not even there. kept his eyes clung at what was supposed to be your spot for a while, as if you'll magically appear again and give him a thankful peck for being a gentleman like you always used to. that never happened. stays quiet the rest of the night, probably thinking about something. he never got to tell you that he actually does those 'gentlemanly' stuff just because he'd rather feel your lips against his frigid skin where his heart would bloom ever so lovingly.

chigiri: accidentally bought a shampoo you used to love, since the stores keeps running out of it and that'll ruin your whole week and most importantly: you'd be sad with a sulk glued to your face, he never found a joy in seeing you upset, so he thought he'd surprise you by it. it was a sucker punch when he realized that you two no longer lived together. maybe he used your shampoo once, maybe twice. it was just because he ran out of his, not because he'd be reminded by scent of your hair, where he uses to kiss the most..

Bachira: saw a black cat and a golden retriever cuddling down the street, the first thing that popped up his mind was sending it to you and saying 'us!', keeps searching for your content for half an hour until he remembered you two weren't in contact anymore. in an instant, his eyes were watering and now he was sobbing in the middle of the street. maybe he misses you a little, just a little.

ness: breaking up? tf is that? there's no such thing, you two are locked in for the everlasting, even your soul will be haunted by his

[jukey]

yandere! ness headcanons

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“he doesn’t get jealous—he gets surgical.”

ness doesn’t rage. he doesn’t explode. he plots. he watches the way your friend lingers near you, how that stranger makes you laugh a little too loud. and instead of confronting you, he starts to twist things behind the scenes.

rumors you’ll never trace back.

moments that quietly isolate you, one by one.

he’s cleaning your world out for your own good, of course. if you’re left with no one else, then you’ll finally see what he’s known all along: he’s the only one who truly belongs in your life.

“he makes you doubt yourself softly.”

it’s the way he says your name when you talk about leaving.

like it wounds him.

like he’s been betrayed.

“after everything we’ve been through?” he murmurs, even if you remember things differently.

he never raises his voice. he doesn’t need to.

his words settle into your brain like fog, thick and slow.

“wasn’t it you who came to me first?”

(you didn’t.)

“you said you’d never leave me.”

(you didn’t.)

but the way he looks at you—so trusting, so hurt—you start to wonder if maybe you did say those things.

if maybe this is all your fault.

“he talks about you like a religion (and worship isn’t always holy).”

to ness, you aren’t just someone he loves.

you’re sacred. you’re ritual.

he says your name under his breath like prayer—quiet and trembling, whispered into the dark when he’s alone in bed, breath shaky, hand slow.

every thought of you is punishment. every release, a sacrifice. he keeps his eyes closed and pictures you exactly the way you were that day—lips parted, head tilted, a laugh you didn’t mean to give him.

he doesn’t need your touch.

not yet.

just the image of you. the ghost of your voice.

he doesn’t imagine you loving him back.

that’s not the point.

worship doesn’t ask for permission. it only asks for devotion.

“he lets you leave—but he knows you’ll come back.”

sometimes he vanishes. no calls. no messages.

and for a moment, you think maybe it’s over. that he’s finally gone.

but he wants you to think that. he wants you to test what life is like without him.

he wants the silence to scare you.

because when it gets too quiet, too cold—he’s still there.

waiting.

and he welcomes you back like nothing ever happened.

you’re his. you always were. you just needed to remember.

“he clings without touching.”

there’s a presence to him. like a shadow you can’t shake. you say his name and he’s already behind you. you turn off your phone and he still finds a way through.

he doesn’t ask where you go anymore.

he just knows.

and when you finally ask how he’s always there, he just smiles.

“i pay attention,” he says.

you have no idea how easy you are to follow.

“he would rather ruin everything than lose you.”

you talk about leaving, and his smile doesn’t falter.

he tells you he understands.

and then your plans start unraveling.

your safety net frays.

things fall through in ways that are too convenient to be accidents.

you try to trace the source and all roads lead nowhere.

except him.

always him.

always smiling, arms open, voice soft:

“you don’t have to run. you never did.”

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A/N: begone with all the cute stuff i DO NOT CARE ANYMORE i needed to get this out of the way

[harpval]

Random Bllk guys x muscular reader! (Reader hinted to have fem anatomy)

Content: Maybe a little suggestive, semi threatened Masculinity, a little disorganized

Featuring: Isagi, Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Shidou, Ness, Karasu, Barou

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Isagi Yoichi

Could see him potentially being into that sort of thing. He doesn’t strike me as the type to feel even the slightest bit threatened by it, as a matter of fact it’d be a bragging point. Whether you’re muscular because of your sport or simply because you lift, he couldn’t care less.

The “oh yeah, that’s my partner,” goes crazy. He’s loud and proud.

Canonically obsessed with thighs, correct me if I am wrong. But whether they’re more mass or definition doesn’t matter to him, a strong pair of legs is enough to constantly catch the boy’s eyes on your legs.

Above all, however, he admires you for your strength. Watching you workout or play your sport leaves him feeling motivated. You two may or may not be able to train together depending on your training restrictions since most athletes have to stick to a schedule specific to the skill set required for their sport.

You do eat together, very often. He’ll geek out about soccer to you (and whether you have any clue what he’s talking about or not doesn’t matter, the way his expression lights up is just the sweetest.)

Secretly wants to train you in soccer, assuming you don’t play that is.

Constantly talks you up about how your legs give you the perfect prerequisite for playing the sport. You smile and nod.

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Itoshi Rin

His reaction depends on if he knows you’re an athlete or not. He wouldn’t be surprised you had muscle on you if he knew you played a sport or lifted. But how muscular you are may strike him a bit.

If you lifted just to lift however, he’d often make comment about how you should put your physique to use because there’s ‘no use in having all that muscle and nothing to do with it.’

Though subconsciously he’ll seek your approval, puffing out his chest a little more whenever you’re around. Keeping his arms crossed with his hands planted beneath his biceps to accentuate the muscle there.

When he’s working out though he doesn’t care. He won’t work out with you because that’s just how he is. You likely don’t want to workout with him anyway, he’d act like a coach. But you may catch him looking from time to time between sets, he’d never admit it.

Let’s say you play soccer, and somehow convince him to go down to the field with you and shoot for a bit. Since you’re a girl and he’s got that teenage boy mentality (let’s be real here) he doesn’t expect too much from you, but then you actually give him a run for his money—He gets all flushed and is now scrambling to impress you.

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Itoshi Sae

Similar to his brother, it doesn’t affect him much. But it’s pretty known he’s an ass man so I could see him honestly leaning towards someone with a more athletic build. We all know he likes booty.

He’ll use that as an excuse for why he’s staring. “It’s a shame really, you have the potential to be a good athlete but you just don’t do anything with it.” Once again, similar to his brother. “Is your only goal to look nice?” A compliment if you squint.

Gives you advice on training. He’s not the type to mansplain so he won’t be insufferable, and he won’t workout with you either because he refuses to do anything that won’t assist him in soccer. He doesn’t give a shit about body building type training, so to speak. But his advice is good, he’ll correct your form. If you’re having a hard time with RDLs he’ll keep a hand hovering against your lower back as he talks you through the movement.

If you’re bigger than him though, which realistically soccer players aren’t known for their mass, I wouldn’t see that sort of thing really affecting him. He’s more aware that you have different training styles.

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Ryusei Shidou

He’d be your biggest fan. And most feral. He fucking bites you. Sexual or not he’s going to bite you at some point in the day. Your biceps, your thigh, hamstring. You should consider equipping yourself with a spray bottle or rolled up newspaper to ward him off.

He’d be another to be loud and proud about it. “Yeah, I tap that.” In a more joking manner to see you get flustered. Or something along the lines of, “you could beat the shit out of me and I’d say thank you.” “Can you?”

Will jokingly call you mommy. If you ask him to do something his reply is always some variant of “yes mommy.” (Cue “daddy long lashes”)

He’d have more fun play fighting with someone stronger, it would feel like more of a challenge. He’d find your presence and strength utterly exhilarating. You pin him down and he giggles like a hyena under you. I’d say maybe you’re both around the same strength, which he adores. You can match his energy 10x better than the average person.

He doesn’t tease and play fight for the sake of winning, he engages with you in such ways for the sake of excitement. He’d go after someone who excites him.

Extremely excited by your strength. Certainly likes to test your endurance and stamina. Once more, do with this what you will.

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Karasu Tabito

I feel like he’d be normal about it, but initially surprised to see just how much muscle you have regardless of how you train since it’s common knowledge that not being a male makes it harder to have nice muscle maturity. He’d be impressed.

He’d have a lot of respect for you since he sees it’s a sign you work hard. Canonically he has respect for those he sees as surpassing mediocrity.

His initial conversation starter with you was about athletics and lifting, seeing as it’s something you may be able to talk about he calculated out the conversation before approaching you.

Likely met you in the gym or in some semi social setting.

Let’s say you were a bit stronger than him or more athletic. He wouldn’t feel emasculated but he’d feel mediocre. He likes you so he wouldn’t risk your opinion of him (any more than he already feels he has already being as ‘mediocre’ as he is) by challenging you, but his jaw tenses when he sees that you give him a run for his money in certain areas.

He gives me the vibe that he’d brag about you being able to pushups or pull ups. He’ll whisper in your ear about how he’s got the best/strongest partner of all his teammates.

He just needs reassurance, that’s about it.

If I wrote for him in the future he’d certainly be an unreliable narrator

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Michael Kaiser

Okay. This one was a bit harder for me to think of, since it’s hard for me to imagine him even wanting to be in a. Relationship or how he’d act. On one hand I feel he has the potential to be a good man but on the other I see his past holding him back from happiness.

Initially, he’d be put off by it. (Not unattractive, it certainly awakened something in him and he did NOT like that!) Whether you’re a phenomenal athlete or just muscular for whatever reason, it lit a fire under him. To put it simply, you keep him on his toes.

He’d have more respect for someone who he sees as almost a “threat.” He wouldn’t go out of his way to approach you so the situation would be more of a “forced proximity.” He’ll be boyish, challenging you to compete with him regardless of your set of skills.

It takes seeing your strength in real time to know he’s in trouble. You’re actually good at soccer? You can do more pull ups than him? Push more weight? (I wouldn’t say play fighting. I don’t think he’d take kindly to being pinned down. I don’t think he’d talk to you again if you did.) ptsd. I can’t imagine him liking being over powered in any instance tbh.

He never considered dating someone muscular before, he didn’t care, he had more important things to think of before a love life.

But the sight of your back muscles contracting and flexing beneath him awakens something in him that’s almost primal. Do with this what you will

Also another unreliable narrator if I wrote from his POV

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Alexis Ness

Oh. Oh.

He never imagined how it would be to date someone muscular. But boy he is enamored with you. He’s a worshiper for sure, absolutely entranced by your body like you’re some sort of work of art, a statue sculpted out of marble.

He would work out with you if you asked, to which he’d get yelled at by Kaiser for risking his soccer potential.

Ness wouldn’t feel emasculated but I feel like he’d try to become more muscular with the assumption that since you’re pretty fit that you want someone who can be at your level. He becomes a bit obsessed with it, trying to become more like you. Which, you’d need to shut that down right away before he becomes out of control.

He’d admire your muscles, fingers tracing over every dip and curve in your skin while you’re both laying down in silence.

He’s always watching you, his eyes never leaving your form. The way he looks at you is the furthest thing from casual and everyone can see it.

He likes being pinned beneath you. That’s it😛

I never know how to write ness like do I make him obsessed with reader or still obsessed with Kaiser URGH

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Shouei Barou

He’s not turned off at all. In fact he admires your strength, so long as you don’t outshine the king.

One thing that would put him off is if your hands are calloused. He’d wrap your hands for you before a lift if you refused gloves, but he’d buy you lifting gloves otherwise and scold you. “don’t come crying when you’re hands hurt.” He’d mumble under his breath. Secretly admiring the way your hands feel in his while he wrapped them but he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of his “weakness.”

It gives him a sense of security knowing that you’re strong enough to hold your own, on the off chance he isn’t there to protect you from whatever it is you need to be protected from.

He’s big on making sure you stretch and roll out, once again scolding you if you forget to stretch before and after. He’ll huff and pout under his breath about how you don’t take care of your body while he massages the knots out of your muscles.

You two meal prep together. He likes to be prepared for the week, so every Sunday you two make a day of shopping for groceries and then prepping your foods for the week. He’s bossy in the kitchen, so do be patient. He’ll assign you a job like peeling the shell off the hard boiled eggs while he diligently cooks the chicken, the rice, the sides, the ground beef etc. control freak

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here’s a random draft I apologize for Mischaracterization.

[hey-itsdollie]

I have another request🙋‍♀️

May I please request another Ness x reader where she's always saying she's going to peg him

Ness does something nice for her like get her a drink she really likes or buys her some fast food from her favorite place and every time, without fail, she says "Oh you are SO getting pegged tonight" like it's the most normal response to a nice gesture

The thing is, she never actually does it. She sounds so serious about it, like when Ness is blushing and like "??? Huh???" She just responds with "Yeah you better be ready", but she just,,, never follows up😭 when Ness mentions it later at night, wondering if she's ACTUALLY going to do it, she just laughs and waves him off without giving him a real answer

You may decide if she actually ends up doing it or if it's just a silly joke she does to mess with Ness🤭

Ofc, feel free to not do this🫶 i just always say this about my favorite male characters lolol take care!

You're going to what?!?

nah this is so goofy lmao

‧₊˚ ┊ In which Ness's girlfriend keeps threatening to peg him<3

⋮ ⌗ ┆cw ⪼ crackfic, female reader, slightly suggestive, aged up!, use of pet names, established relationship

“Ugh I’m so gonna peg you tonight.”

It took a second for your words to really circulate through Ness’s mind. His ears turned red, as he subconsciously looked around the secluded area of the restaurant. Ness’s hand raising up to point at himself, as if to ask if you were talking to him.

“W-what?” He stuttered, almost choking on his water. You looked at him blankly, just simply repeating the sentence as if it was a normal thing to say. “Uhm… no I heard you–but why?”

“Just because.” You shrug eating your food like the conversation wasn’t on the topic of sex–kinky sex at that.

Ness stared at you like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. In your defense it wasn’t like he never had thoughts about trying it out… But to hear you bring it up like it was the weather. That! Is what got him so wary.

The two of you were getting ready for bed, Ness laying under the covers, playing with the seems as if he was a school boy about to sleep with a girl for the first time. As you mindlessly did your nightly skin care routine.

“Hey so… sweetness…”

His voice came out soft and hesitant, catching your attention rather quickly. “Hm what’s up?” You questioned turning to him, a soft towel patting your face.

“Did you mean it earlier?” He asked, sitting up, his face burning more and more. Tilting your head you looked at him confused. “Huh? Mean what?”

“Ya know… about pegging?” Ness let out quietly, if you weren’t listening you wouldn’t have heard him.

A small giggle left your lips, turning back to the mirror; “Nah, I was just playing. But if you wanna try it some other night, I’m down.”

Your words made him feel better but still had him slightly embarrassed for the future.

©hey-itsdollie please don't copy, change, or steal my work. Thank you!

[ayexaye]

˚⋆｡°✩₊ When they realize that they like you ᡣ𐭩

Includes: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi, Alexis Ness, Shidou Ryusei

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𖹭.ᐟ Isagi Yoichi

-He gets so awkward around you, it's not insanely obvious but enough to tell he's acting different

-The biggest overthinker ever. When you were just friends he wasn't, but when he realizes he has a crush on you he's always thinking about every little thing he says and does around you

-Calls you by your name cause any nicknames make him think about what would be like to call you more romantic nicknames, and then about what it be like to date you.. and he just gets himself flustered

-He watches you, studying how you laugh and what you laugh at, your expressions, how you speak and hold yourself, everything

-Compliment him and he gets all red and hides his face, “You can't say stuff like that..”

-He's too embarrassed to tell you on his own. The only way he'll do it is if you give really obvious signs (and even then bachira needs to be his hype man and convince him)

-OR after a game, when he's full of adrenaline and exhausted, it just slips out

-He's so shocked if you like him back, he needs like a full minute to process what you said

𖹭.ᐟ Rin Itoshi

-Completely denies it at first

-Like, no, he's not staring, you're just distracting for no reason

-You catch him staring and he'll narrow his eyes and act like you're the weird one staring at him

-He gets jealous so easily, especially if it's someone he knows isn't your friend or isn't a good

-Because what makes them think they have the right to talk to someone like you??

-His biggest tell is that he has way more patience for you than for anyone else

-After a long day of practice, he doesn't have to energy to talk or hang out with anyone and he just waves them off, but if you try to talk to him he's suddenly up for conversation (albeit a little hesitantly)

-Even once he admits to himself that he likes you, he doesn't really have it in himself to confess to you, so you have to be the one to say it first

𖹭.ᐟ Alexis Ness

-Soooo obvious about it

-He's already polite, but it becomes more extreme

-Holds the door open, always asking how you're feeling (are you hungry? Is it too cold? Do you need water? A place to sit?), giving you his jacket before you even comment about it being cold

-Literally the type to put his jacket over a puddle for you, hell he'd carry you over it if you asked

-If you post on social media he likes, favorites, reposts, shares, and whatever else in seconds

-Turns only your notifications on so that he makes sure not to miss anything

-VERY protective of you

-Stands between you and that person that's making you uncomfortable

-Anyone who seems to slightly dislike you is instantly his enemy

-But he doesn't think he has even the slightest chance with you, very much puts you on a pedestal

-And honestly doesn't even care if he can't be with you, he just wants to see you happy and be able to be around you

-Even if you try giving him hints that you likes him he's just like no, they're just THAT nice

-He doesn't confess first, but it's so obvious that he doesn't really need to for you to know

𖹭.ᐟ Shidou Ryusei

-He doesn't really hide it at all

-He brags about you as if he's already dating you

-Texts you selfies when he thinks he's hot (he always thinks he looks hot) and says something like “look at your man” (you're not dating yet)

-He will not hesitate to threaten anyone flirting with you, especially if you look uncomfortable around them

-Get's more touchy

-Respects your boundaries of course, but he will do the absolute most he can

-A hand on your lower back to guide you through a crowd, tilting your head with his hand on your cheek to make you look at him, hooking an arm around your shoulder casually

-He'll easily come right out and say it, but he's so unabashed about it that you honestly thought he might have been joking when he just outright said he was in love with you

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𖹭.ᐟ Masterlist

[kxsagi]

HEYY I LOVED bllk characters when their gf says they'll sleep on the couch after an argument fanfic can you write about when u tell bllk boys to sleep on the couch after an argumenttttt

Feel free to ignore<3

“𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 😭”

a/n: thank you!!! post where gf! reader says she’ll sleep on the couch is here

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, karasu tabito, ness alexis, otoya eita, aiku oliver

itoshi rin

"sleep on the couch." 

he just blinks. you could tell him to sleep on a battlefield and he’d still look at you with the same amount of passive aggression. 

“fine.” 

but that night? loudest passive aggressive sighs ever. every three minutes. 

you hear him dramatically shifting the blanket like he’s trying to fold a parachute. 

he keeps walking back and forth to the kitchen so you see him being miserable. 

eventually stands by the door like a sad victorian ghost until you break and call him back in. 

“i knew you’d miss me.” 

you throw a pillow at him and he smiles. 

isagi yoichi

you say it and this man is like 🧍 “... really?” 

tries to reason with you like it’s a team huddle. 

“okay i know i messed up but can we have a second half? maybe a redo? golden goal?” 

ends up quietly walking to the couch like he’s been benched. 

lays there with his arms crossed like he’s been wrongfully imprisoned. 

keeps refreshing your shared photos on his phone like it's going to heal him. 

the second you walk out for water, he gives you the biggest puppy eyes. 

you sigh and drag him back, and he’s like “thanks love, i was gonna get a cramp i swear.” 

itoshi sae

you tell him to sleep on the couch and he just shrugs. 

"kinda comfier anyway." 

oh. OH. you are fuming. 

he absolutely does it on purpose to make you more annoyed. 

but lowkey he's checking the bedroom door every five minutes to see if you'll come out. 

eventually sends you a text from the living room like: "come argue with me again. i miss your face when you're mad." 

you don’t respond. 

20 minutes later he peeks into the room, lays half of his body on the bed like a cat, and goes: “what if we… didn’t fight and made out instead?”

kaiser michael

"sleep on the couch." 

"haha. that's cute. you're joking." 

when you glare, he laughs, nervously. 

he starts walking toward the couch like he's headed to the electric chair. 

dramatically flops down, limbs splayed like a fallen protagonist. 

“i hope you're happy. you've separated a king from his throne.” 

texts you from ten feet away: "thinking of you. missing you. dying slowly. xoxo." 

at 3 AM, you wake up to find him curled up by the door like a golden retriever. 

“schatz, this floor is emotional torture. please.” 

mikage reo

he actually looks offended that you’d even suggest it. 

“me? on the couch? do you know how many beds i own?” 

but still does it with a dramatic sigh and a blanket over his head like a sulky prince. 

orders room service to the living room like he's at a hotel. 

sends you snapchats from the couch: "me, alone, heartbroken, eating soufflé." 

at 2 AM, he's in bed with you again like nothing happened. 

“sorry. i had a nightmare that you hated me. oh wait.” 

nagi seishiro

"... do i have to?" 

pouts like a child. lays on the couch with a big sigh, blanket halfway on, limbs dangling. 

sleeps for five minutes. comes back and lays next to the bed like a cat. 

mumbles something like, “if i’m close enough, it still counts, right?” 

you cave after ten minutes and pat the bed. 

he flops in without a word and wraps himself around you. 

“arguments suck. sleep is better.” 

shidou ryusei

laughs when you tell him. 

“damn, so i really pissed you off, huh? you sound kinda hot when you're angry.” 

does not go to the couch. 

instead, lays down on the floor beside the bed. 

“i’ll sleep here. like a punished puppy. see if you can resist this tragic scene.” 

at some point, starts fake-snoring obnoxiously loud on purpose. 

“babe i’m gonna get scoliosis. let me in.” 

you hit him with a pillow, but he grins. 

and ends up in the bed anyway, arms and legs wrapped around you like a koala. 

bachira meguru

gasps like you slapped him. 

“not the COUCH!! my mortal enemy!!!” 

drags himself there like he’s acting out a shakespearean tragedy. 

sends you dramatic selfies with captions like "farewell, cruel bedroom." 

makes a blanket fort and names it “meguru’s heartbreak castle.” 

sings sad songs until you peek out. 

“oh look! my favorite person! wanna join my castle of sorrow?” 

you roll your eyes but smile, and you end up under the couch fort with him, cuddled up and giggling. 

karasu tabito

you say “sleep on the couch” and he just stares at you for a second. 

then dramatically clutches his chest like “ouch. my favorite girl just assassinated me.” 

“how am i supposed to live, laugh, love in these conditions?” 

makes a whole production of walking to the couch. robe on, hood up, slippers squeaking. 

literally throws himself on it with a groan. “RIP karasu tabito, died of neglect.” 

keeps loudly fake-crying into a pillow like he’s in a telenovela until you yell at him to shut up. 

immediately perks up: “you miss me?” 

crawls back to bed and goes “thanks babe, i hated that.” 

ness alexis

freezes. short-circuits. like you just said the world’s most horrible sentence. 

“... the couch?” with puppy eyes. 

starts trying to fix things IMMEDIATELY. pulling out tea, snacks, compliments, an apology powerpoint. 

“i didn’t mean it like that. you’re always right. even when you’re wrong, you’re right.” 

but when he realizes you’re serious, he grabs a pillow and makes a little sad pile on the couch. 

“it’s okay… i deserve this…” (said in a sniffly mouse voice). 

you check on him and he’s sitting upright, staring into space like he’s been emotionally waterboarded. 

you give in after 20 minutes. he doesn’t even smirk, he just clings to you with teary eyes like “never again please.” 

otoya eita

“couch? oh baby, you’re kicking me out again? kinky.” 

you glare. he holds his hands up, backing off, still grinning. 

flops dramatically on the couch with the energy of a rom-com male lead post-breakup. 

“what are you gonna do without me over there? miss me? dream of me?” 

still manages to flirt from across the apartment. texts you: “thinking about you. and your legs. mostly your legs.” 

ends up sweet-talking his way back into bed by whispering apologies and kissing your hand like some tragic prince. 

“c’mon, i learned my lesson. also, the couch is bad for my back. and my heart.” 

aiku oliver

laughs when you tell him. “damn, you’re really mad, huh?” 

goes along with it, but not without a fight. 

“you sure you’ll be able to sleep without your personal heater slash bodyguard slash boyfriend?” 

turns the living room into a man cave. turns on soccer replays. 

but when he realizes you’re actually not coming out, he shuts everything off and just lays there in silence like a sad old man. 

eventually walks back in, shirtless, arms crossed: “look. this is stupid. i’d rather be next to you than be right.” 

and you’re like “whoa whoa since when are you mature?” 

he grins, climbs back in, and mumbles into your neck: “just for you.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[reoverie]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ /⠀ CAKE FOR… THREE? ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ALEXIS ⠀ NESS

⠀ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 ⠀ ⨾ ⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆

⠀ ⠀ 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌⠀ ⟡⠀ 𝒇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⠀ ⠀ 𝟪𝟩𝟩 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ⠀ ⠀ 𝗰𝘄. ⠀ 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮 ⠀ ⠀ 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀. ⠀ 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒!! 𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝗏 𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌

the lonely boy that once believed in magic was no longer lonely anymore, your presence blessing him after all these years.

ness was spoiled rotten by you, and it had his stomach whirling with butterflies. he had never felt so loved, so cared for. and on his birthday, he felt that tenfold — the extreme amount of gifts you bought him nearly made his heart explode, and the cake he received seemed like it was more than enough to send him into a sugar-induced coma, even if it was big enough for the two of you to split evenly.

being with you made his loneliness disappear, and he wondered whether he would feel this euphoric had he met you earlier in life.

the two of you crossed paths long after he had met kaiser; your radiating despair after a hard day had him intrigued. he could tell you were just as lonely as he was, your melancholic figure sitting on a park bench alluring to him. who was he to not comfort someone going through a rough patch?

he wasn’t aware of how it would have changed his life.

happiness beamed off ness, a pep in his step. his passion for soccer only grew more, ensuring that he would achieve his goal — making you happy. it was a stark difference of how he was with kaiser, the boy no longer worshipping the ground he walked on.

his thoughts were only of you when they weren’t of soccer. you occupied his train of thought more than anything. his devotion towards you was grander than the devotion he had for kaiser.

though, a part of him was still attached to kaiser. after everything, ness had treated him like he was a god. yet he never got anything in return, so why did he still feel tied to him?

maybe it was because he spent countless birthdays with him. they were attached at the hip, and spending a birthday without kaiser felt like such a foreign concept, ness couldn’t bare to leave him behind.

and thus, ness had invited kaiser to your apartment.

the cozy place was decked out in decorations just for ness. it was a small party, though birthdays were no small occasion — ness deserved the best and you were going to grant him that.

you spent the entire day feeling like a headless chicken, running around wildly as you prepared everything for the beloved boy.

and your hard work was acknowledged by ness; he stepped into your apartment with eyes that resembled saucers and a smile that could have any girl swooning.

he couldn’t hide the blush that colored his cheeks, though he did his best as he placed shy kisses along your face as a thank you.

the night was going swimmingly — just the two of you making conversation as you ate the dinner you prepared before it was time to light the candles for ness.

though the action was cut short, a knock against your door interrupting you mid candle lighting.

“oh, i got it!” ness chirped, darting out of his seat to open the door.

curiosity got the best of you as you glanced over your shoulder, catching the sight of blond and blue hair.

it was michael kaiser.

as ness’s girlfriend, you completely despised kaiser. not because he was ness’s “best friend,” that wasn’t the reason, but because of the way he treated him. if you could give the idiot a piece of your mind, you would, but you weren’t going to ruin the night for ness. not when you had already made it so special for him.

so you inhaled deeply, composing yourself before lighting the candles for ness.

the three of you gathered at the table, a great distance between you and kaiser as the two of you sang for him, though there was much more emotion in your voice than kaiser. he came off as bored and indifferent, and you wanted nothing more than to smash his head in the sickly sweet dessert for such disharmony.

the song was over, and as you were about to cut the cake, ness held his hand out to stop you, his bright eyes glancing at you before looking over at kaiser. you already knew you had to cut a slice out for kaiser.

“would you like a slice?” ness asked kaiser, using the same charming tone he used when speaking to you.

kaiser gazed at the cake before his eyes flickered to you holding the knife, and then gazed at ness. he scowled, his lips curling in disgust before he shook his head, walking away from the table. more cake for the two of you!

you barely acknowledged kaiser’s response, too caught up in cutting out a slice for ness and plating it.

a fond smile spread across your lips as you handed the plate to ness, a hushed “hear you go” heard between the two of you.

and as you go to cut a slice for yourself, you hear the squeak of a chair and see ness get up through your periphery. was he going to enjoy his slice next to kaiser? didn’t that defeat the purpose of him not getting a slice?

“here, take my slice!”

what did he say.

© REOVERIE, 2024 ⠀/ ⠀my works are purely fiction and, in no way, is canon aligned. please like and reblog if you enjoyed!