#alexis ness blue lock

[ghostkingirl]

Ness’s little signature im actually sick why is he the way that he is I need him to not be real for one second

[bkblaise]

witch ness + cat familiar kaiser

[glamourscat]

DELPHINIUM | FEM! KAISER X READER X FEM! NESS PT 3

2939 words | more of an emotional, raw, side to their connection | smut at the end | PT 1 | PT2 | PT4

Kaiser didn't like presents. She justified it by saying, “I am rich already. I can buy whatever pleases me. I do not need cheap shit.” But what she really meant was that, after growing up with a mother who abandoned her as soon as she was able to, stuck with an abusive father, she had no place, no need and no desire for gifts. A gift was, simply put, a reminder of everything she had wanted and everything she had been denied.

And so, she kept on walking in the Munich's snowy streets. Christmas lights filling the night with colorful sparkles, an ironic contrast to her black and white current state of mind. Her head was down, lost in a spiral of too many thoughts. Ness. And you. She had spent months trying to push you both away. Some would call it toxic; she called it survival instinct.

She picked fights on purpose, as if conflict was the only way she could keep control over her mind and heart. And yet, she hated it. Hated the way confusion and anger tinted your face. Hated the way hurt flickered in Ness’s eyes. Seven months now, a relentless push and pull, a lioness toying with her preys.

The sex was mind-blowing. Intense. Unlike anything she had ever experienced, with men or women alike. She couldn’t get enough. She needed more of you, like she needed air. More kisses, more of Ness between her legs. She needed it all, and for how greedy that might seem to some, she couldn't stop. And that’s what terrified her most. The realization that she couldn’t live without this anymore. That football was no longer the sole center of her world. That, for once, two people had slipped past her walls, stubborn enough to make her drop her guard. To let her laugh in ways she had never been allowed to before. To dream. To hope. And it fucking terrified her.

The door to her apartment opened too easily. For a moment, she stood at the entrance, keys in hand, confusion flickering through her mind. Had she forgotten to lock it? No, she hadn’t.

Her footsteps turned quiet, calculated. Fight or flight kicking in. Keys gripped in one hand, an umbrella in the other raised like a weapon. She heard hushed whispers from the living room, her brain barely processed it before she moved. Kicking the door open, swinging the umbrella wildly.

“Get the fuck out!” she screamed, only to be met with other screams.

“What the actual fuck—” you shouted, voice cracking, ducking just in time to avoid getting hit square in the forehead, one arm instinctively thrown out to catch Ness, who had nearly collapsed behind you.

What the hell?

“What the fuck are you two doing in my place? Are you out of your goddamn minds?” Kaiser snapped, still breathless, heart pounding in her chest as her icy sharp blue eyes darted between you and Ness.

“We—” Ness panted, clutching at her chest. “We… Well, we came to see you.”

“How did you get in?” Kaiser's tone was sharp, accusatory.

“I picked the lock,” you answered nonchalantly, as if breaking and entering on Christmas Eve was a casual bonding activity.

Kaiser stared. Wide-eyed. Dumbfounded. Were you actually this fucking stupid?

There was a beat of silence before she burst into laughter, a full, uncontrollable laugh that echoed through the room. But it wasn’t long before the laughter cracked, mixing into quiet sobs.

“Kaiser?” Ness whispered, uncertain, stepping forward hesitantly. “I’m sorry—we shouldn’t have—”

“I’m not sorry,” you interrupted, earning a sharp side-eye from Ness, the unspoken ‘what the hell, girl?’ loud in her eyes.

“You ignored us,” you continued, voice steady. “No calls. No messages. Since we broke off for the holidays, you’ve pretended we don’t exist. That’s not just fucked up, it’s disrespectful.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to—”

“Cut the self victimizing crap,” you snapped, stepping closer. “Enough. You think we don’t know? That we don’t understand? We know you had a shitty upbringing. We know things haven’t been normal for you. But guess what? We’re still here. We want you, Kaiser. We want you in this. So stop. Stop fucking running away from us.”

“You don’t understand!” Kaiser screamed, her voice raw, cracking under the weight of emotion. “You don’t fucking understand!”

Her breathing was heavy, hands curled into fists at her sides. Her chest ached from the force of everything she was trying to hold back.

“I don’t deserve this,” she muttered, voice hoarse. “I don’t deserve nice things. I don’t deserve to be put up with. My nasty attitude, my fucking walls, my inability to—to just… I don’t deserve it.”

Silence.

Then, Ness moved first. Gentle, careful steps as if she was approaching a wounded animal. Stepping forward until she was close enough to reach for Kaiser’s right hand, gently taking it in hers.

“You don’t get to decide that,” Ness whispered, her voice soft but firm. “Not for us.”

Kaiser’s lips quivered. Her entire body trembled.

You closed the distance, taking her left hand into yours.

“You can be an absolute fucking nightmare,” you murmured, though, your voice was soft, a bit teasing. “But you’re our nightmare. For how cringy that might sound. We want you. Your sarcastic comebacks. Your shitty attitude. Your temper. And the soft kisses when you know we are feeling down. The gentle caresses. The hugs. The shared whispers in the night. We want it all.”

And with your words, just like that, the dam broke.

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You do not know how long it lasted. You just know that by the end of it, all three of you ended up curled together on Kaiser’s bed. After more tears, more kisses, more words (some harsh, some reassuring) one thing was certain: you wanted this. Which was funny, really, because just months ago you would have dreaded the idea of even walking past Kaiser. But now? Now, you could barely be away from her for more than a few days. From her. From Ness. from this intoxicating mess. 

You were the first to wake, and so, you took the moment to look around. The room was so Kaiser. Clean walls, refined, chic, just like her. A few shelves displayed her trophies and awards. But what caught your attention, enough to carefully sneak out from Kaiser’s grip, was the bulletboard against the wall.

It was covered with pictures. Of her. Of the team. But mostly, of the three of you. Moments frozen in time, outings, after matches, in bed, though none of you had ever called those moments what they really were. A relationship in all but name. There were candid shots, intimate ones and even polaroids from one particularly reckless, spicy night. Maybe it was the fact your brain hadn’t fully woken up 100% yet, but for once, Kaiser’s intentions felt clear. She could push, she could run, but she was holding onto this just as much as you and Ness were. And if last night hadn’t solidified it, now it surely did. 

“You let your eyes wander too much.”

The quietness of a morning voice made you jump. Warm hands wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into a familiar, toned body.

“Damn you…” you scoffed, though amused, hand resting over your chest, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Hmm, yeah, damn me. Way to greet the birthday girl,” Kaiser teased, voice still thick with sleep. She leaned in, her lips brushing over your neck before she bit down lightly.

A soft whine left you as you tilted your head, giving her more room. “Right, can’t forget it’s the princess’s birthday today.”

“Queen,” she corrected smugly, her blue eyes opening to stare at you with an intensity even now you are not fully used to. “Get it right, peasant.”

“Right, right. My mistake, your majesty. How ever shall I be forgiven?” you mused, matching the playful undertone of the moment.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Kaiser murmured, hands slipping under your shirt, cold fingers ghosting on your skin. But before either of you could push it further, someone clearing her throat interrupted the moment.

Both of you turned towards the bed.

Ness lay there, tangled in blankets, eyes barely open, but her face was already burning. “It’s barely 9am. Must you two flirt this early?” she groaned, voice laced with sleep and embarrassment. And arousement. 

Kaiser chuckled, blue eyes sarcastic as ever. “What? Are you jealous?”

Ness shifted under the covers, her red face betraying her. “I—I am not—”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Aw, Ness, we can’t help it if our queen is demanding attention so early in the morning.”

Ness shot you a weak glare but ultimately sighed, rubbing at her eyes. “I’m going to need breakfast before I deal with you two.”

“I agree,” you said, stretching slightly. “Birthday girl, what’s your royal stance ?”

Kaiser smirked. “Breakfast in bed sounds nice.”

“But…” Kaiser continued, dragging out her words, her voice dipping lower as she reached for you and Ness too this time. Hands moving to caress both of your thighs. “I wouldn’t mind working up… a different kind of appetite first.”

Kaiser only laughed at Ness's flustered state, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before finally stepping back from the two of you. “Come on then, peasants. Make yourselves useful. I’ll be expecting something worthy of a queen.”

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Well, she did say she was in a mood for a different kind of appetite after all. 

So, when Ness found herself sucking on Kaiser’s breasts and you, with your face in between her legs, you had nothing more to say. You both worked meticulously. Ness with her tongue circling and sucking Kaiser’s pink nipple, making the blonde moan loudly. But when your tongue meets her clit, gently sucking, teasing. Slipping up and down, just enough to go past her fold and tease her entrance she grew even louder.

Her head was thrown back on the pillow as she raised her hips desperately in search and need of more. Her pale hand going in your hair, pushing your head deeper in her pussy as she grinded her face against it. Lord, it was filthy. And you loved it. The way she was letting go and yet, still holds on that control that only she knows how to. The way she looked so hot, with her legs spread, pale skin against the satin blue sheets. Your fingers teased her hole slightly, circling the edge around it as your mouth worked on her clit. 

“Fuck.. yes, more– more. Don't stop” Kaiser whines, moving to kiss Ness in a frenzy. In need to let out that pent up energy in her bones. But despite her pleading, her request, you stopped. Earning an almost offended glare by her.

“What the h–” 

“We have a surprise for you. Close your eyes” you say gently squeezing her thigh. Surprisingly, she did not protest, and did as you asked. 

And suddenly the roles were reversed once again. Your back finds its place on the mattress, Kaiser straddling your lap and Ness behind her. She opened her eyes and looked at the scene. Both of you. With your strap on. At the same time. 

“Happy birthday to me indeed” she says looking to the ceiling smugly, letting out a chuckle.

“Spread your legs for us” you whisper softly, holding onto her hips. And with her permission, the tip of the two pink strap on slowly started to sink in simultaneously in Kaiser’s pussy. 

A loud moan left the girl’s lips as she was being filled so well it was almost overwhelming, no matter how many times they tried. It will always be so beautifully fulfilling. Your hips set the pace, steady, gentle. As you take care to drag the toy deep enough to make her feel everything, alternating with Ness back and forth.

Kaiser was a mess. A fucking mess. She couldn’t think, could barely even breathe, with the way her body trembled between you and Ness. The fullness was unbearable in the best way, the stretch of both your strap ons inside her making her toes curl against the soft bed sheets. Every time one of you moved, the other stayed deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside her like you were taking turns pulling her apart piece by piece.

“Oh—fuck,” Kaiser gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rocked forward, only to have Ness tug her back against her chest, keeping her locked in place. She could feel Ness’s breath on the back of her neck, hot and teasing.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Ness murmured, dragging her hands down Kaiser’s stomach, feeling every tense muscle. “Look at you, spreading your legs like a good girl.”

Kaiser let out a half-moan, half scoff, wanting to deny it, but the words sent a shiver down her spine. “Shut up,” she muttered, though it lacked any bite. 

You chuckled, rolling your hips up again, slow, deliberate. “Still so stubborn.” Her lips were parted, her pupils blown wide, a flush creeping down her chest. “Don’t you think it’s a little late to act like you don’t love this?”

She did love it. God, she fucking needed it. But admitting that was dangerous, wasn’t it?

Ness didn’t give her time to think nor to answer though. With a smirk, she shifted her hips, thrusting forward in sync with you, deeper, harder, faster. And the sound that left Kaiser’s lips was downright obscene.

Ness giggled behind her, placing soft kisses along her jaw and her neck, while squeezing her tits at the same time. “You sound so pretty when you moan. Damn it, I want to breed you so bad right now.”

Kaiser bit her lip, a desperate attempt to hide the pathetic sound that was about to escape, but you weren’t having that. You grabbed her hips, steadying her above you before slamming up, a little harder, a little faster than before, and she broke.

Her back arched, her thighs tightening around your waist as a strangled moan left from deep within her. Ness followed your lead, matching your thrusts once more. The wet sounds of Kaiser’s pussy, the rhythm of both your hips moving in sync, the way her body trembled between you. 

She was so ravishingly beautiful.

“You wanna come?” You whispered, dragging your thumb across her clit, pressing down just enough to make her twitch. To make her go even more crazy. 

Kaiser nodded frantically, any last bit of defiance slipping away. “Y-Yeah—fuck, yeah, please—”

“Look at you,” Ness teased, her voice dripping with amusement as she kept her hold on Kaiser by squeezing her breasts more, keeping her from squirming away. “Begging so sweetly. Where’s that usual attitude, huh?”

Kaiser glared at her over her shoulder, but it was weak, especially when you angled your hips just right.

“You two– are truly– just.. Fuck, screw you two,” she groaned, though her words lacked any bite

You grinned, leaning up to kiss her, swallowing her next moan as you both fucked her through it. “Sure, later. But for now, let us screw you, pretty.”

You and your fucking mouth– 

She came so hard she saw stars, her thighs shaking, her nails drawing lines down your back.You two fucked her through the aftershocks, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure until she went completely limp in your arms. Until she was pretty sure her satin sheets were as good as ruined. 

For a while, no one said anything. There was nothing to say. Just the quiet hum of nature outside the window, the weight of Kaiser’s body pressed between you and Ness and the smell of sex lingering in the air. It just felt… right.

It was Ness who finally spoke, her voice soft. “You’re not kicking us out tomorrow morning, are you?”

Kaiser blinked, staring at the ceiling.

She wanted to say yes. It was her instinct. To push you two once again away, to never let anything get too serious. But she didn’t want to leave. Not really. Not after last night. Not after what had just happened. 

You moved beside her, watching her carefully. Your voice is quiet.  “Kaiser?”

“I—” She exhaled sharply, rolling onto her side, hiding her face into your neck. While her hand reached for Ness’s hand in between the sheets. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay,” you murmured, running your fingers through her blue ends.

Ness kissed her back, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You don’t have to figure it out alone. We don’t know what we're doing either.”

Kaiser sighed. For a moment, the fear crept back in. But then you kissed the top of her head. Ness squeezed her hip. And she knew.

She wasn’t going anywhere.

She didn’t say it. None of you did. But it was there, in the way you pulled the blanket over her, in the way Ness traced light patterns on her back, in the way months ago she put those pictures up and told herself ‘it’s just for decor’ but they have been up for months.For the first time in a very long time, Kaiser let herself believe it. That this was real and that it was meant to stay,

epilogue soon :3

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[cyber-malice]

SUGAR!

[vamp!kaiser x fem!reader]

"liebling, i think i've developed a taste for you."

in which a vampire hunter turns into the very thing she hates.

genres: romance, drama, angst (comfort), comedy

content warnings: nsfw in a chapter (can be skipped), blood, death, murder, kaiser

sugar 02:14 ━━━━●───── 04:52 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ��� ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

pt.1 - SPLAT! | out may 16th.

| synopsis. just another day in your life. except...it's not.

pt.2 - SICK! | tbd.

| synopsis. you can't believe you're involved with the very creature you hunt.

pt.3 - SUGAR! | tbd.

| synopsis. you do something that benefits both parties, and maybe (definitely) changes your whole life.

pt.4 - SINNERS! | tbd.

| synopsis. even though you and kaiser are on the same side, you're still against each other.

pt.5 - SHH... | tbd.

| synopsis. kaiser helps you in a way he thought he never would.

a/n: my very first blue lock series!! im actually so excited because kaiser 🤤🤤 and vampires 🤤🤤 and sleep token 🤤🤤

divider credits to @/cafekitsune

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[fumiscripts]

✦ I MIGHT AS WELL BE OVER THE MOON

✦ one shot ,, alexis ness x gn!reader

content:: it's your birthday, and ness tries to make it as enchanting as you are to him.

birthday gift for @motchilyn ,, fluff ,, 578 words

additional:: affectionate asf ness, setting takes place on reader's birthday, established relationship, sappy warning

It was the night before your birthday, a few minutes away from said day. You wanted to stay up and hopefully just stay in bed with Ness for the first hours of your day, as it was cold out. But he had other plans. Ness ushered you out of the bedroom from your binge watching night, telling you to put a jacket on, all with that trademark smile on his face— which, sadly, you couldn't resist. So you went along and dressed warmer.

You wanted to protest when he suddenly put a blindfold over your eyes, but he just continued to gently tie it around your head, saying something along the lines of: “I gotta keep the element of surprise, or it'll ruin the magic,” before carefully guiding you out of your apartment.

A ding was sounded, and you guessed that you were stepping in an elevator. The soft hum of the lift was sounding through, bouncing off the walls and filling your senses. Ness had his hands on your shoulders, watching over so you don't trip or fall.

The moment the doors opened, you feel a breeze of crisp wind greet you, and he holds your hand to lead you out. You could tell it was the rooftop of the building you live in. Still blinded by the cloth covering your eyes, you felt uneasy. It was one of the senses you relied on the most, and having it blocked was a bit unnerving. Thankfully, it was over soon, as he pulled it off from you.

The first thing you see after blinking away the blurriness was a telescope, those decently sized ones that stood on something alike to a tripod. Then, your vision clears, and you could hear the way Ness laughed softly as you took the sight in.

Fairy lights adorned the railings, and a cozy picnic-esque blanket was set up just nearby, holding a tray of your favorite snacks, and a portable speaker sitting on top. Surprisingly, the sky was clear of clouds tonight, and the stars were noticeable, shining amongst the sea of city lights from down below. It held an atmosphere of warmth and magic, like a scene straight out of a good story book. It was a pretty picture, one you could tell that Ness thoughtfully put together. All for you.

“So…” he drawled off, staring at you with barely concealed enthusiasm. “Do you like it?” Ness asked, his hand gravitating towards yours, intertwining your fingers. He was clearly looking forward to your approval, wanting to know if you were pleased with the set.

“I love it,” you confirm, and he smiles a little wider. You looked amazing in his eyes, the light from the moon right above shining down upon you— his real-life fairytale. It was simply enchanting.

“Happy birthday.”

Ness greeted, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it. Oh, how he adored you. You, who ignited the sparks of magic in his life when his belief wavered. You, who he's lucky he met— gracing him with your presence in his life— and could happily call you his. He could simply be over the moon from the fact you not only let him love you, but equally loved him back. His lips brushed against your knuckles, purple eyes looking up at you with pure love as he breathed.

“Thank you for existing.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTCHILYNNNN MY BSF EVER ILYSM /P

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[miyakiwiii]

They reversed it...😭

HELP

[slaughtame]

We can all agree that Alexis Ness would be a damn lawyer for you if you guys were in a relationship.

You jaywalked? He gaslights tells them that there was a crosswalk that you walked on!

You stole something from a store? Oh! You were probably just borrowing something and returned it back! yeah right…

He would fight tooth and nail to defend you 💔 plus he’s the number one meat rider. He has almost have no limits when it comes to defend you while Isagi has some limits.

[xxyoucallmelavender]

NESS MY BABYY

[nstyona]

list of things from ness's profile that make me 😞😞😞😞 so i dont end up brainrotting for the next while

likes roses and dislikes milk .... the idea that ness just started hating milk bcs kaiser doesnt like milk kinda hurts my soul a tiny bit. also roses bcs ofc

😞

the devotion ness's family had to removing any sort of childlike joy he couldve had is insane to me still. like do they just hate seeing him happy

😞 x2

😞 x3

actually this made me happy - ness acknowledging that he doesn't deserve how he was treated as a kid makes my heart a little warmer :)

ALSO HIS FAVE MOVIE IS THE NOTEBOOK!!! HE LIKES ROMANCE-DRAMAS 💗💗💗

EXTRA EXTRA

kainess are e/os ideal type do they want me to die

[k1yamaluvskaiser]

is anyone gonna write lactating kink!ness for nnn or am i gonna have to do that shit myself

[getosugurusbangs]

certified german boy moment

[ghostkingirl]

NO LITTLE GERMAN BOY!!!! DONT FALL FOR THAT MALE MANIPULATOR!!!!!

[bkblaise]

God take all of the world's suffering and triple it and give it to this man ft. Ness & Isagi

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

“boys will be boys”

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when isagi yoichi was still just a little boy, he always held your hand when you were scared, and helped wipe the dirt and grime off of your knees when you tripped.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when bachira meguru was still just a little boy, he always defended you from bullies--even if they hurt him instead--, and always told you it didn't hurt even when it did.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when chigiri hyoma was still just a little boy, he never argued with you or complained and even allowed you to touch and play with his hair if you asked him politely.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when kunigami rensuke was still just a little boy, he always held your stuff, whether it's your backpack or thick library books, without complaint and with a smile.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when barou shouei was still just a little boy, he helped you cleanwhen it was your day for classroom cleaning duty, and always helped organize your extremely messy desk.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when mikage reo was still just a little boy, he always bought you whatever you wanted, and let you have whatever expensive item of his you wanted as long as you liked it.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when nagi seishiro was still just a little boy, he let you play on his video game consoles, and he never got mad at you even if you dropped it and cracked it.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when itoshi rin was still just a little boy, he always bought you his favorite lottery ice cream on every occasion. whether you passed your test, your failed your test, you get an ice cream.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when michael kaiser was still just a little boy, he always pushed you on the swings at the park and listened to you rant, even if he just recieved an exhaustive beating from his father and couldn't even talk.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when alexis ness was still just a little boy, he always visited you when you were sick and told you about magic and his favorite folklore and fantasy stories to cheer you up.

so did i ever tell you guys how much i fw blue lock boys and the childhood best friend trope??? well, a lot.

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° sniper, sniper, sniper ♡ wifey, wifey, wifey

( bllk boys showing you off )

♡ a/n — i just love the tiktok trend so :) ( was going to attach a link to a tiktok showing what i was talking abt but it wouldn't work. just look up sniper sniper sniper wifey wifey marines and you'll see what i meant :) )

♡ content — all characters are 18+ !!, mentions of tiktok & instagram, slight cursing, tbh bad writing, nicknames like 'love' , 'wifey' , and 'my girl' used, probably ooc characters

♡ synopsis — blue lock boys showing off their girlfriend :)

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' oh that's your wifey ? ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...tiktok maker

if there was anyone you would really and truly call chronically online, it would be him. every day he'd come to you with some new word he learned from tiktok, or a meme that would plague your house for weeks until it went away.

so when he pulled out his phone to show you a video, you weren't expecting it to be a couples trend.

" please, please, pleaseee, love? you'd look so cute in my arms like that ! " and he had just won a big game...how could you say no to him?

so here you were, being carried like a bride in your lovely boyfriend's arms. if it were anyone else, you'd be too worried about how long they could hold you, but since it was him you didn't worry.

it took a few tries, each of you messing up a part at least once and you accidentally dropping the phone a few times, but after you figured it out, the video was practically perfect.

they posted it to their public tiktok account with the caption

' not my wifey yet, but soon ;) '

and to say all the notifications were making his phone glitch would be an understatement.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ BACHIRA MEGURU, hiori yo, SHIDOU RYUSEI, chigiri hyoma, OTOYA EITA, isagi yoichi

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...instagram poster

maybe, just maybe it was wrong of him.

wrong of him to want to post these pictures the two of you had taken on your date to the aquarium?

if he were any other, normal, person this wouldn't have seemed like a big deal, but since he had at least a million followers and some were a bit more obsessed than others, it was.

you'd told him multiple times that you were okay with him posting you, really if he was happy, you were happy. maybe it was the egoist in him, but he wanted to keep you to himself.

fuck it.

if you wanted to be posted, he was going to post you. who cared what anyone else thought? their opinions didn't mean anything to him.

he selected a few of the pictures the two of you had taken at the aquarium, sneaking one of a lipstick stain on his neck in the middle of the slides.

if he was going to announce his relationship to the public, why not let the world know how utterly whipped he was for you?

the caption was a simple

' gotta love my girl ♡ '

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ YUKIMIYA KENYU, karasu tobito, REO MIKAGE, alexis ness, RANZE KURONA, gin gagamaru

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the...national television?!

the ever illusive pro soccer player. that's what every press agency called your boyfriend.

his ability to somehow dodge any paparazzi and answer very short questions during press conferences made every view into his personal life shine like gold.

based on an instagram story ( that was taken down in less than 10 minutes ) where a picture of him with his arms around a woman in a bathroom mirror, the media could assume he was in a relationship. in that photo, however, the woman's face was not visible, so the questioned still remained...

what woman could capture this mans heart?

he hadn't cared, not really. a photo was nothing to him, but you were everything. he tried really hard to keep your identity private, he didn't want you to be absorbed into a world of cameras always in your face.

but after he made the game winning goal of a very important game...all he wanted to do was see you.

maybe it was the way he could see you in the section you'd always sat, or maybe it was his ego wanting to tell everyone "yeah i'm the best soccer player, and yeah i have the best girl, what about it?"

as all of the adoring fans rushed the field, including you, he just wanted to see you. he knew, realistically, he should just go back to the locker room and come meet you afterwards like he usually did, but not today.

he shrugged off ever reporter and fan that wanted to talk to him, which was nothing new, but instead of leaving to the locker room, they watched as he walked over to you

he knew all eyes were on him, the world still watching...but he couldn't find it in himself to care. he wrapped his arms around your waist

" made that goal for you, ya know? "

you were a little surprised at his appearance, but if he didn't care neither than you.

" i know. "

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, rensuke kunigami, RIN ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, ZANTETSU TSURUGI, sae itoshi

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i think i like her . ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

this was a midnight brain dump so it's pretty bad, but i hope yall liked it :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[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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