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@alexisnesssfatass6969 we’re so back

[yunisliko]

◇ ╭(Noble Flowers.)╮─── 2.6k.

Florist!Alexis Ness x GN Reader.

Edle Blumen dings open and Ness' head pokes up from behind the counter, dragging his eyes from the flowers at his feet.

He settles on your figure as you approach him, offering a smile.

"Welcome!" He said, swiping a hand across the store. "Are there any specific arrangements you're looking for?"

Your head shakes no.

He nods. "Alright, then. Browse all you like." His warm gaze shifts to the heavy pot on the ground where roses tickle his pant legs. He hears your footsteps linger for a moment, then depart as you make your way across his shop.

Ness' focus returns to the roses in front of him.

He loves the radiance in this particular batch. It wouldn't take much effort to keep propagating it, but the issue isn't the longevity, it's the color. Ness couldn't replicate this kind of color if he tried. This impossible shade of royal blue was everything but natural.

Perhaps that's why he loved blue roses so much. Passion and tranquility swirled into a beautiful blossom - things he could never grasp himself.

He stops the sentiments in his head and leans down to lift the pot with a small grunt. While he heaves it onto the counter, he sighs at the abundance of blue roses. He turns to look at the displays behind him, bouquet after bouquet of arranged blue roses that trickled in pinks and yellows to reds and even orange- no matter which color he paired with the flowers, they always came out impossibly beautiful. It's a shame no one ever buys them.

When he turns again to face the store, he flinches at the sight of you suddenly right in front of him, waiting patiently on the other side of the counter.

"May- May I help you?" He stutters, cursing himself in his head. He already had little customers as it was. He doesn't need to drive off the only one who made the effort to come into the store in person. Why are you here? It would've been much easier to place an order online.

When you didn't answer, he started to fidget with his hair. Your gaze seems to be trained on the pot in front of you instead.

"These flowers," you start suddenly, giving Ness a jolt in his heart, "are they for sale?"

You're interested in these?

"Ah- well- these flowers aren't necessarily for sale, but if you'd like, I can fix an arrangement that includes them." Ness regains his professionalism and presents the bush in his hands, bunching up the sides to fully tilt the buds to you.

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. So the bush isn't for sale then?"

Huh?

"No... are you interested in some of the bouquets behind me, then?" He raised a hand to show off the different arrangements. Why would you be interested in the bush?

Oh. That's why?

"Are you looking to propagate blue flowers?" He asks. It must be the case.

"Oh, uh, I was just wondering if I could. That shade of blue is gorgeous on roses," you say with an off chuckle.

"I see," he nods, "I'm sorry to inform that these are lab imported, and blue roses are impossible to grow naturally."

You tilt your head at the flowers in quiet acknowledgment, seeming a little saddened. You regained your usual demeanor quickly, though.

Guess you weren't really that interested.

"Can I get the Blue Royalty?" You finally chime, focused on a bouquet behind his head.

His head turns to follow your gaze, then turns back to meet your eyes in surprise. Ness stammers for a moment before blinking away the shock.

"B-Blue- Blue Royalty?"

The bouquet? The 99-stem one consisting of only blue roses? The one that's 999€?? Yes, he did list this as an option and yes, he did price it himself, but it was such a reach for so many customers that he didn't even bother making a display for it. All that was available was a picture preview he took of a particularly proud one a few years back, hanging beside the doorframe.

His face must've spilled every thought that ran through his mind as your arms crossed while you looked him over, making him feel rather small.

"Can't do it?" You point to the array of bouquets behind him. "Seems like you've got a lot to spare."

"No, no!" He shook his head too frantically, flustered by your words (which he hoped as just a mere tease), before taking out a form. "Uh, just fill this out with your mobile number and I'll notify you when it's ready. Is there a preferred date?"

Your hand grazes over the form as he slides it across the wood, your fingertips lightly resting against his. Is this normal? Do people just do that? Ness looks at the space behind you, then at the walls, and then at the cobblestone ground outside his shop. Were you looking at him? No, you were filling the form out. Despite his less-than-calm worries, he chose not to move his fingers away either.

You place the pen (stupid, forgot to offer one!) back into the cup holder by the register, and slipped your hand away with the paper to hand it back with a polite smile. Ness offers a smile as well and scans over your information.

Your name was in the back of his mind already repeating itself. It suits you.

The rest of the transaction passes smoothly as Ness maintains his composure. "Most likely 6-7 days," he'd said when you asked about the wait.

You thanked him and left as quickly as you came.

His smile grew a little wider as he stood there, proud of a major sale. He hoped you wouldn't cancel. Is the wait time too long? This was a big order that he wanted to make perfectly. Blue Royalty deserved only the best.

Ness couldn't believe the tension he was holding in his shoulders as he breathed out a lengthy sigh, mentally listing the things he'd need. He turns to the picture, admiring the graininess of the faded color.

It was his very first bouquet, the one that gave him this passion. Ness' life was devoted to these flowers, to the vibrance it shone into his life when he had nothing left for him. The chance to relive that came when you’d walked in.

It’s not even Valentine’s Day. Ness wonders why you’d go out of your way to buy so many roses, but it isn’t exactly his business. Your “Why?” box was blank when he read over the form for the nineteenth time, and he sighs as he puts the paper down. It’s just a simple 99 stem bouquet. There’s no reason to overthink, but now he’s got himself going.

Ness looks at the pot that sat on a stool next to him. He never thought anything was impossible after such wonderful blossoms came into his life, but that was still a veil. He’d like to believe nothing was impossible, but adulthood needs a mindset that doesn't distract him. So, he picks up his shears and snips the first bud.

One week’s not enough. How Ness turned your order into a passion project is beyond him. It’s not like you specified that it had to be simple, so the extra ribbons should be fine. The matching boutonniere plus corsage he made on a whim will be an added bonus as the first customer to order Blue Royalty after three years. Thank goodness there were a few leftover roses that had been clipped too short.

The familiar chime makes Ness turn abruptly and knock his elbow into the wall, to which he hisses slightly and tries not to make eye contact with you yet. Your footsteps draw closer and he finally looks to you while approaching with a polite smile.

“Your bouquet is right on time!”

You peer over his shoulder and spot the extravagant bouquet sitting neatly in a stand. The intertwining laces of yellow stand out against the red and black paper the flowers sat in, the magenta Edle Blumen shop card standing out from the rest of the colors on the tag. It’s definitely an interesting color combination, but somehow, it’s beautiful.

Your eyes trail back to his face and Ness wonders if you’re pleased. You look pleased, at least. He hopes. His hoping turns to silent panic as you continue to observe him for a beat too long. The proud smile on his face is beginning to twitch.

“It’s gorgeous,” you finally tell him as you walk over to the counter, shifting the paper between your fingers. “No wonder it’s so expensive.”

Ness tenses for a moment, before deciding to take that as a compliment.

“Thank you,” he replies bashfully with a hand on his nape, “I’m glad you like it. I think it’s one of my best ones.”

You nodded and picked up the bouquet, bringing it to your nose and sniffing it. It’s a sweet smell, as expected of Ness’ personal fragrance. Ness just had to amplify the smell of the roses a little more. Nothing more than a thin spritz over the petals of course, but it was that little action that made the bouquet feel complete.

“It smells amazing!” You noted, looking over the flowers in wonder. Your head turns to him for a moment and he watches you hesitate.

“I saw your other works online.”

You did?

“Your arrangements are always beautiful. I didn’t have low expectations at all, but this definitely makes my day a lot better,” you state with a stupidly sweet smile.

“Thank you!” He beams back. It’s not as if he hadn’t gotten many compliments on his work before, but this time felt so satisfying. ”I really put a lot of love into this one.”

“I can tell.” You lean in and breathe in the fragrance one more time, before grinning at him again.

“Do you like blue roses? In general?” He blurts out.

Your head tilts at him and he wonders if he was too abrupt. All you were here for was to get your product, and here he was trying to start a conversation. How lame.

“Hmm, blue flowers or just roses?” You question.

“Just roses.”

“I’d say yeah, then. I like blue roses.”

“Why?”

“Why?”

Ah, he’s prying. Ness backs up a step though he hadn’t taken a move forward, holding up his hands slightly. He’s afraid you’ll be driven away by his pestering, but it’s been ages since he could talk to someone about this. Perhaps that’s why it's been ages.

“What I meant was…” Ness’ gaze drifts off before snapping to you. “Do you enjoy the symbolism? What is it that draws you to them?”

Your face didn’t change. In fact, the look in your eyes made you seem more interested, like you’re pondering carefully. A moment passes while Ness silently debates sinking his face into the bouquet in your hands before you open your lips to speak.

“I don’t know.”

His shoulders droop a little in an underwhelmed manner. You didn’t know. It’s okay to not know, but he would’ve liked a more floriographic answer.

“I see,” he chuckles. He could be better at hiding his disappointment, but he’s tried hard enough. At the very least, you’re someone who actually cared enough to buy these flowers. That’s all Ness needs to keep pushing.

You linger where you stand and Ness catches himself, straightening up. God, that was so rude. He hoped you wouldn’t slap him with the bouquet or anything. The shifting of your weight didn’t stop and Ness took a second to really look at you. Your eyes are darting around the shop anxiously and he tries to follow your gaze, turning to look behind him.

Nothing but flowers.

Your voice startles him again (how do you keep doing that?) and Ness turns back quickly.

“Alexis Ness, right?” You affirm. Your hand reaches into your pocket.

“Uh, yes!” He repeats your name too, something he didn’t know would fit so smoothly on his voice, before scratching his nape again. “Is something the matter? Is there anything you want me to fix on the bouquet?”

You shook your head and hesitated to pull out your phone before grimacing to yourself and shoving it back in your pocket. Ness’ eyes widen for a moment before your phone disappears into the cloth again. His eyes trail up to meet you directly again, and suddenly the room’s too hot.

“Would… agh,” you whisper under your breath before trying again, “would you be interested in coffee? Um, later? Or maybe tomorrow?” You sounded so uncertain Ness thought for a moment that you were put up to do this.

His eyebrows shot up anyway. His blinking grew erratic while speech couldn’t come out properly.

“What- what? Me?” Yes, me. “I’m not— I uh, I think-“

His thoughts are jumbled and he thinks his words will be any better. Ness observes you fully, the way that your eyebrows are bunched and a little worried while you clutched too tightly on the stems of the flowers, and your eyes start to shift again.

Sadly, Ness wasn’t someone too interested in romance to begin with.

“I’m… sorry,” he starts, a lump growing in his throat. This isn’t the first time he’s had to reject someone, but it never really gets easier. His gaze had followed yours to the ground, and he lifted his head to look at you properly.

“I’m not—“

Ness pauses at the sight of you. Your eyebrows are a lot worried now and your hands are bunching the stems so tightly that he’s concerned you’ll make them shrivel in your palms. Most of all, your eyes were now hiding disappointment behind a glimmer of resignation, as if you’d conceded your loss already. Like you already knew what he was going to say. Like if this didn’t work, you’d go on to be alone forever.

“I’m…” Ness’ voice dies out. What was he going to say? I’m not interested?

“I’m busy tomorrow,” he finishes with the tiniest of smiles. “What about Saturday?”

There’s hope in your eyes again.

“Yes! Yeah, yeah that works,” you say as you fumble with the roses in your hands. Thank goodness the paper isn’t too crinkled. You start to fidget with your fingers before giving him a small head bow and turning to leave. “You already have my number, so… um, text me when you’re free!” Your voice rang throughout the shop as you made your quick escape, never leaving a step behind.

Ness is standing there and left wondering what and why that happened. He was fully meant to turn you away. He didn’t mean to accept, but the look on your face made him hesitate before knocking his brain out of his ears. He barely understood what you’d called out to him as you dashed away.

A hand comes up to run through his bangs, feeling conflicted. He’s already accepted, so why not entertain it? The thing is, he’s not someone for love. Ness doesn’t love. The things he love always slip away from him in the end, and he can’t afford that heartbreak with you.

He can’t let this drag further. But you seemed so lonely behind that face of despair. Why in the world would you entrust him with your heart?

His head hurts. He’s dragging the situation— one cup of coffee is not a big deal. It’s not as if you asked him to marry. He doesn’t even know why he’d panicked so much initially. You were just a customer. Someone he doesn’t know.

One cup. One time. That’s it.

Outside, the whispers of spring lifted the breeze. Loose petals from the flowerpots outside whirled up, up, and out of sight.

[confessionsandcreampies-deactiv]

ᯓ can i hold it while you pee? - blue lock ᯓ

ᘛ barou shoei - you say it so casually. “can i hold it while you pee?” and this man, this beast of a man, short circuits. it’s like someone unplugged the console. he just stands there with a grimace like you told him his protein powder was poisoned. “the fuck is wrong with you?” he growls, glaring down at you with actual offense in his voice. you shrug. bat your lashes. tilt your head and go, “pleaaase, baby? i’ll be gentle.” he mutters something about dating a goddamn gremlin under his breath but lets you do it anyway under strict supervision. arms crossed, eyes narrowed, entire body stiff as a board while you hold his dick like it’s radioactive. “you drop it, and i swear i’ll never nut in you again.”

ᘛ michael kaiser - you say it just as he unzips. “can i hold it?” and he turns his head slowly, smirk blooming like you just asked if you could polish his crown. “you wanna hold the king’s scepter, huh?” he purrs. you nearly choke. he actually moves aside so you can take over like it’s your rightful duty. “be gentle, liebling. he’s sensitive.” you laugh so hard you nearly drop it. kaiser starts humming the german national anthem. you’re both crying by the end of it. he bows theatrically when it’s done and kisses your knuckles like you just gave him the best head of his life. “you may now flush.”

ᘛ isagi yoichi - you ask it with a little grin while he’s reaching for his zipper and he just stops. “huh?” he blinks. “you wanna what?” you repeat yourself with full confidence and he flushes immediately. face, ears, neck, all crimson. “that’s not a thing people do. that’s… who does that??” he rambles, spiraling in real-time. but you just give him the big eyes, the pout, the sweet little voice. he finally caves, red as a tomato, and hands it over with a breathless “don’t make it weird.” but he’s the one sweating. the one staring at the wall like he’s seeing ghosts. and when it’s over, he whispers, “never again,” like you just made him commit war crimes.

ᘛ itoshi rin - the moment you ask, he slams the bathroom door. doesn’t say a word. just shuts it in your face like you’re the devil himself. you’re on the floor outside the door, laughing like a demon, wheezing, “it’s not that weird, rin!!” it takes two full days before he brings it up again quietly, in a whisper. “if you’re gonna do it, don’t talk.” you swear you won’t. but the second you get your hand on it you’re like “ooooh! what if i aim it at the drain?” and he immediately barks out, “i changed my mind. give it back.” you whine. he blushes. you win.

ᘛ shidou ryusei - you don’t even get to finish the sentence. “can i hol—” and he’s cackling. doubling over, wheezing. “baby, you are so fucked in the head, holy shit.” but the thing is, he’s so down. this is his kind of chaos. he shoves your hand there like it’s part of the foreplay. “go on then! let’s water the plants!” you’re laughing so hard your knees go weak. he sways his hips, makes sprinkler noises, turns it into a whole fucking performance. “look babe! i’m an oscillating fan!” you are crying. he is thriving. you regret nothing.

ᘛ hiori yo - you ask him sweetly and he looks scandalized. like you just asked if you could perform open heart surgery. “wh-while i’m peeing? are you seriously?” you nod. big smile. “it’s for science!” and he gives you the most betrayed expression of all time. “this is… so weird. i’m so sorry, is this normal? this can’t be normal.” but your eyes are too shiny. your smile too innocent. he finally gives in and shakily lets you do it, hands hovering like you might break him. “please don’t squeeze it, i’m begging you,” he whispers. and then jumps when he actually starts peeing. poor baby is traumatized.

ᘛ kunigami rensuke - you ask and this man acts like you just proposed a live sex show in front of his mom. “what?!?!” his ears go red so fast it’s almost cartoonish. “wh-why would you even want to??” but the way you’re smiling, biting your lip, whispering, “please, ren,” with the cutest fucking voice? he’s toast. totally done. he lets you, but he cannot pee. like… at all. the moment your hand wraps around him, his bladder just decides it’s shy now. “you’re staring! i can’t go when you’re looking at me like that, babe!!”

ᘛ itoshi sae - you say it. he stares at you. a single blink. deadpan. “why.” no emotion. no shock. just that dry sarcasm that makes you wanna strangle and kiss him at the same time. “for science,” you say with a shrug. he sighs, long and deep, like he’s dealing with a toddler. “fine. but if you mess up the aim, you’re cleaning it with your tongue.” you make a face. he raises a brow. “joking. mostly.” the whole time he watches you like a professor grading a first-year’s attempt at surgery. “your grip’s uneven. are you nervous?” sae please shut up i’m trying to help you pee.

ᘛ nagi seishiro - you ask. he shrugs. “yeah, sure.” just like that. zero shame. zero hesitation. like you asked to borrow his charger. he flops his head back while you take over, still yawning like he’s barely awake. “want me to do it or are you driving?” he mumbles. you’re giggling and he’s just standing there like a sleepy angel while you handle his dick like it’s no big deal. “make sure you shake it after,” he says, already reaching for his phone like this is just another tuesday.

ᘛ karasu tabito - you ask and this man looks you straight in the eye and goes, “you’re a fucking menace.” but he’s so intrigued. “you wanna hold it while i pee? that’s what you’re into now? you collecting fetishes like pokémon cards?” you smirk. he groans. “you’re lucky i love you, freak.” when you actually do it, he makes the most annoying comments. “aww, look at you. holding my little guy. bonding time, huh?” you nearly drop him from laughing. he grins. “bet you feel powerful right now.”

ᘛ bachira meguru - the second you ask, this man gasps like you just offered him a new toy. “whaaat? you wanna hold him? like while he’s peeing???” he’s so excited. not even horny, just delighted. “okay but you have to talk to him. he likes when you cheer him on.” you’re already wheezing. you get down on your knees like a ceremony and gently take it and he giggles. “tell him he’s doing a good job!” you say, “good job, little guy!” and bachira’s just beaming, peeing like a damn water fountain, smiling with pride like it’s teamwork. he high-fives you after. “we did that together, baby.”

ᘛ chigiri hyoma - you bring it up so casually while brushing your teeth. “hey, can i hold your dick while you pee?” he freezes. toothbrush in mouth. jaw clenched. then slowly pulls it out and turns to you like you just suggested burning the house down. “i’m sorry. what the actual fuck did you just say?” you give him a sweet little grin and a shoulder shimmy. “just curious.” he groans, covers his face with a hand, mumbles, “you’re so weird,” but lets you do it anyway. face bright red, refusing to look down, muttering “this is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done” even though he won’t stop smirking.

ᘛ mikage reo - you ask and this rich boy goes very still. “you mean…like actually hold it? while i’m using the restroom?” he tilts his head, processing like a high-level chess move. “is this a bit? are you recording me?” but the curiosity wins. “fine. but only if i get to hold yours next time.” you choke. he smirks. and then lets you do it so cautiously, like you’re holding an ancient relic. “oh my god i’m peeing while my girlfriend’s hand is on my dick. am i living in a hentai?” he mutters. afterwards? “you wanna do it again later? like…for fun?”

ᘛ yukimiya kenyu - you say it while he’s adjusting his cologne. “can i hold it while you pee?” he pauses mid-spray. turns slowly, eyebrow arched, like you’re a peasant who just stepped into the versailles gardens barefoot. “excuse me?” you grin. “just for a second! i’m curious!” he exhales sharply, then finally nods. “if you must…” the whole time you’re doing it, he looks like a dramatic theatre prince. eyes closed, sighing, hand to his chest. “be delicate. you’re holding a work of art.” you’re trying so hard not to giggle. he moans dramatically when he’s done. “truly… a shared experience.”

ᘛ alexis ness - he squeaks. like, actual audible squeak when you ask. “y-you wanna—? like, hold it?!” his entire face goes pink. “w-while i’m—?” you nod. all sweet and innocent and he’s fidgeting, palms sweaty, looking around like someone’s gonna barge in and report him. “o-okay but don’t tell kaiser.” when you finally hold it, he’s trembling. “you’re holding it. you’re really—oh my god.” he nearly misses the toilet he’s so distracted. he’s muttering “this is fine, this is fine” like a traumatized intern. when it’s over, he covers his face. “i feel like i’ve lost my virginity again.”

ᘛ gagamaru gin - you ask and he just stares for a second. then shrugs. “sure. why not.” zero hesitation. you blink. “wait. really?” and he’s already unzipping, standing there like a gentle tree, arms relaxed, no shame in sight. you’re the one suddenly nervous. he looks down at you like, “c’mon, you wanted this, right?” you gently hold it like it’s a baby bird and he gives a little approving nod. “good form.” then starts peeing perfectly. steady stream. no spills. “solid grip. ten outta ten.” he even fist bumps you when it’s done. most wholesome piss-holding experience of your life.

ᘛ raichi jingo - you ask it with a grin and this man explodes. “what the fuck—no—why would you even—are you kidding me?!” he’s pacing. hands in his hair. yelling like you told him you keyed his car. “who the hell asks that?? are you some kinda pervert?” you just keep smiling. “you scared?” you tease. and he snaps. “scared?! i’m not scared. gimme your hand.” and suddenly he’s got your hand on his dick mid-pee, eyes wide, muttering “fuckfuckfuck” under his breath while he refuses to meet your gaze. when it’s done, he’s like, “we never talk about this again.”

ᘛ noel noa - you don’t even expect him to say yes. you say it as a joke. “can i hold it while you pee?” expecting a flat no or a withering stare. but instead silence. he gives you a long look. “why?” he asks, voice low and quiet. you stammer and shrug. “just curious.” and he nods. “fine. once.” you freeze. “wait. really?” “don’t make it weird,” he warns. the moment you’re holding it, you’re sweating bullets. he’s so composed. so calm. peeing like nothing’s happening while you’re holding the holy grail in your trembling fingers. when he finishes, he zips up, looks at you once, and goes, “now you know.”

[bun-che]

"You'll never be alone, 'Cause I know where you live." | NSFW Alphabet

Alexis Ness (Blue Lock) x Reader | NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

Content Warning(s) : NSFW, Not Beta Read

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Loves cuddling with you afterwards. He is soo gentle with you, always fulfilling your every need without you needing to ask for it. Always takes like 10 minutes to get off of you though, always clinging to you like glue.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As a soccer player, Ness always tries to take good care of his legs. He takes pride in how well-maintained he is, never forgetting to stretch before each match. While not a body part, his favorite thing about himself would be how flexible he is, able to maneuver you two into positions you didn’t even know were possible.

He loves your eyes. Every time you look up at him, eyes red and puffy with tears lining your eyes, he can’t help the dirty thoughts that fill his head. Although he feels bad, the sight of you crying, begging for him is enough to make all the blood rush to his cock, fighting the urge to either soothe your worries or make you cry even more.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as he loves marking your face with his seed, he can’t resist cumming inside of you, always entranced by the sight of his cum seeping out of you. He would gladly eat his cum out of you, almost begging to clean you up.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly collects photos of you sleeping to jerk off to. He gets off to the complete trust and vulnerability you show him. (He does have fantasies of fucking you, but isn’t able to bring himself to.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

No actual experience but has had unrestricted access to the internet, leading him down enough porn rabbit holes to know what he’s doing. He’s always attentive during sex, making mental notes of what makes you feel good and your reactions. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that allows them to see your face as he’s fucking you. He wants to always be able to watch you, getting off on your expressions alone. Even though it’s basic, he finds missionary to be the easiest, taking advantage of your erogenous zones. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More serious than not, treating pleasuring you as his job. It’s not often he’s seen being goofy, too hyperfocused on making you feel good.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well groomed, trimmed for your pleasure, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. 

His pubes are brown and curly, slightly darker than his original hair color. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic and very open about it, always kissing you and making sure you understand how he loves you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Almost every day, dealing with his teammates always leads him pent up, needing a way to release his frustrations somehow. That said, after meeting you, he much prefers to come to you for help.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dacryphilia - Obsessed with the way you look when you cry. He thinks the way your face flushes as sobs wreck your body is the cutest thing ever. Ness just lovess to wipe away your tears, pressing gentle kisses to your lashes. He thinks it’s especially adorable when you cling to him, babbling on about what made you cry this time.

Praise - As much as he loves to see your sadness, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you. Praising you comes as naturally to him as breathing air. He wants you to understand how important you are to him, he sees you above everyone else, so it only makes sense for him to want you to see it too.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Prefers a private area. He doesn’t like the idea of others seeing you in such a vulnerable position. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Ness gets turned on by the slightest of things, however one thing that really gets him going is when you doll yourself up for him. Whether it’s doing your hair differently, dressing up in dainty lingerie, or putting on makeup before meeting him, the thought of you making yourself prettier for him is enough to make him awkwardly shift his pants in an attempt to hide his erection.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not too fond of messes, so he wants to avoid anything that would require excess clean-up. He also doesn’t like the idea of harming you and is very against anything that could cause any lasting injury. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Could eat you out for daysss. Ness gives oral like it’s his life's purpose, and in a way it is, considering he sees pleasuring you as his one true calling. While he doesn’t mind seeing you choke on his cock, he prefers to be able to hear you moan, so if given the option, he would always choose to give.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual, painfully slow at times. He loves to tease you, loves hearing you beg for him to go faster, rougher, deeper. Although that doesn’t mean he can't do it on his own, when a match is really exciting, he’ll get pent up and frustrated, ready to come home and pound you into the mattress to get rid of his excess energy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not against it but not their personal favorite. He prefers to take his time with you, never truly satisfied from a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Doesn’t mind taking risks as long as you want to. Although sometimes he’s scared of hurting you and going to far, he is willing to do anything as long as it makes you feel good.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Plenty of stamina. Blue Lock’s rough resistance regime has built up his endurance, meaning if he pushes himself, he can easily go round after round. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

While he does own some to use on you when he’s away, he would much rather see you get off using his body, not some toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a major tease. Even though he’s weak to your puppy eyes, he knows that the more mean he is to you, the more likely you are to shed some of those beautiful tears. He loves seeing just how far he can push you before you give in.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Naturally loud but tends to muffle himself. He wants to always be able to hear your moans, preferring to listen to your sounds of pleasure as he fucks you. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Carries a pair of your (worn) panties with him to matches, he believes it his good luck charm. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Longer than average and so, so pretty. Pale with a cute mushroom tip that turns red as they think about you under them. Slightly veiny, with many small ones and a few prominent ones along the sides.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Practically invented yearning. They are almost always thinking about you, not even just sexually, you are always on their mind, from the moment they wake up to the moment the fall asleep.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)Always has enough energy to take care of you before cuddling up next to you and falling asleep. Although if he’s just coming from a game, sometimes he’ll be so drained, barely pulling out of you before he flops into bed next to you, simply basking in the feeling of you.

[blizzyblitz]

U, U, and Me

Pairings: Isagi Yoichi and Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma and Kunigami Rensuke, Nagi Seishiro and Mikage Reo, Itoshi Sae and Shidou Ryusei, and Michael Kaiser and Alexis Ness x Gn! reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Just random texts with your poly Blue Lock boys

Masterlist

[muuvie]

Again inspired by the yandere blue lock x reader fanfic I wrote, this next blog is about yandere ness, who was the main yandere in the fanfic.

Anon: what type of yandere is Ness?

A: definitely the sufforcating type. He's the type to comment on every little behaviour of yours like he’s your personalized algorithm.

he’ll do the “checking in” texts 30 times a day.

he phrases it sweet:

"Just making sure you're okay!"

Anon: would he kidnap his darling?

A: he thinks about it. Oh he imagines it all the time.

but Ness is patient.

he doesn’t snatch you first.

he prefers to convince you with reality and feelings, not force.

BUT.

if you ever seriously chose someone else or were literally about to leave him for another man?

THATS when he becomes dangerous.

And he’d plan it quietly, cleanly. No wild violence. No screaming.

just… a situation where he is suddenly the only safe option. Maybe he stages something, a problem, a threat— and swoops in as your “hero.” Makes you lean on him. Makes you need him.

He wants to be the rescuer so you choose him.

kidnapping is his last card.

but he has it.

and he’s not afraid to use it only if your heart is about to belong to someone else.

Anon: is he manipulative?

A: oh my gosh he is the quiet master of emotional manipulation. He wouldn't threaten but he'd make you feel guilty for hurting him.

“it’s okay… I’ll get over it eventually.”

said in that soft defeated tone.

and suddenly you feel like the monster.

Anon: would Ness be a perv?

A: He’d act embarrassed if anyone hinted at it

“whaaat?? don’t be gross!”

but internally his head is filth. His fantasies are too detailed. He gets flustered because his imagination outruns him constantly.

Anon: ok but WHAT IF his darling had a crush on another Blue Lock member. OR KAISER??

A : this is the one scenario where Ness snaps quietly insane.

if it’s any Blue Lock member:

he’ll subtly sabotage your perception of them.

“he’s just using you.”

“he’s not serious.”

and he’ll be EXTRA clingy with physical proximity, like leaning in, brushing against you, soft touches making it feel so comforting to stay with him.

Or if you're particularly close with the member he'll always find a way to interrupt a conversation with them.

if it’s KAISER?

Ness’s whole brain becomes dark static. He would not manipulate anymore. He would not be subtle.

He would simply say to you:

“Please don’t choose him. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

I think he'd become more frantic, maybe even having massive arguments with Kaiser I genuinely think he'd crumble.

Anon: would Ness stalk online?

A: he already stalks even canonically in the manga style of thinking.

he’d know:

Your close friend list

Your favourite accounts

What comments you leave

Whose posts you like at 2am

he’d scroll your interactions and get jealous over emojis.

Anon: how would he confess?

A: He… wouldn’t.

He thinks eventually you’ll realise he’s already the one. He imagines you’ll come to him one day. He doesn’t plan to “confess.” What actually happens is:

you discover something strange.

You find out he knows a detail he shouldn’t.

You notice he knows a conversation you had in private.

You find his little collection of notes and pictures, or you even catch him mid act of doing something.

You confront him— and he just freezes.

face pale

hands shaking slightly

his voice goes quiet and tiny:

“so… you know.”

there’s terror behind his eyes

because the mask is off and now you see what he is

he thinks you’ll leave.

and when you don’t immediately scream or walk away? He swallows, looks down, and whispers half crying, half relieved and then confesses everything. Everything he's done then he tries to make excuses for his weird behaviour.

That’s his “confession.”

It only ever comes out after he’s been exposed.

Ness’s love is something he hopes you’ll accept not something he believes he has the right to confess.

Yandere ness summary:

- Loving you becomes his entire purpose, not just an emotion

- If you confront him on his behaviour he’ll fold inward: “it’s okay if you hate me, I deserve it”

- fear of abandonment: his biggest panic is the idea of you choosing someone else

- He needs to be involved in every emotional corner of your life

[kxsagi]

“𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲?”

a/n: thinking about how they bend down to hear you better and just do other gentle-many things that make you feel so sappy and in love 💕

daily reminder that this is what all of you deserve in a relationship!!! 

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

isagi yoichi

isagi is the definition of attentive. you swear he has some internal radar set to “girlfriend frequency,” because the moment you start talking, he’s focused like you’re explaining the strategy to win the world cup. 

when you’re in a loud place, he leans down immediately, one hand gently brushing the small of your back to steady you both. 

“sorry, it’s loud. say it again?” 

except he’s right there, face inches from yours, eyes locked on your lips like he refuses to miss a syllable. 

he’s not even trying to be smooth, he just naturally is. and when he smiles after hearing you? yeah. you melt. 

he always opens doors for you, not because he thinks about chivalry, but because he wants to make life easier for you. 

holds your hand without thinking, thumb tracing circles along your knuckles when he gets lost in thought. 

whenever you do something small, like carrying groceries or cooking, he looks at you like you’ve just solved world hunger. 

“you’re seriously amazing, you know that?” 

sometimes he kisses your forehead after helping you with something, and you have to pretend you’re normal about it. 

you catch yourself thinking, wow… how did i get so lucky? 

but he’s thinking the exact same thing. 

itoshi rin

rin isn’t showy or performative, but holy hell, this man is quietly, devastatingly romantic. 

if he can’t hear you, he inclines his head down, hand settling lightly on your hip, eyes half-lidded like he’s giving you his full, undivided attention. 

it feels intimate. like the world shrinks to just the two of you. 

rin will wordlessly guide you through crowds with a protective arm around your waist, scowling at anyone who accidentally brushes too close. 

he notices everything – if you’re cold, he’s already giving you his jacket. if you’re tired, he’s already redirecting you to sit. he won’t say anything, but the actions scream: i take care of what’s mine. 

sometimes, when he thinks you're not looking, he softens. really softens. eyes lingering on your face like you're something rare and precious. 

you’ll ask, “what?” and he’ll just shake his head and mutter, “nothing… just. you.” 

rin isn’t the type to gush verbally, but the little things – bent posture to hear your soft voice, steadying hand on your back, walking on the outside of the sidewalk – all say i love you without needing the words. 

itoshi sae

sae is sickeningly smooth about it. like, born-flirting-with-gravity smooth. 

when he bends down to hear you, he doesn’t just lean – he angles his body toward you, hand resting against your lower back, face close to your ear. 

you can hear his quiet breath and smell his cologne and suddenly you can’t remember what you were trying to say. 

he’s the kind of guy who pulls out your chair and then looks genuinely confused why you’re flustered. 

holds umbrellas for you so you don’t get wet, even if it means he gets soaked. 

“i can buy a new suit. you can’t buy a new immune system.” 

insists on carrying heavy things and then looks at you like you insulted him if you try to take them back. 

tips your chin up with a finger when you’re spaced out and goes, “hey. eyes on me.” 

rude. unfair. illegal. 

he doesn't smile often, but when he does? it's always at you. and you have to pretend your soul didn’t just ascend. 

nagi seishiro

nagi is unintentionally romantic. like, he doesn’t even realize he’s causing major heart damage. 

he bends down to hear you because you're short and adorable and he likes having his face close to yours. 

he tends to rest his hands on your shoulders while he listens, fully dropping his body weight. he’s basically a giant, affectionate cat. 

doesn’t let you walk on the side of traffic. automatically switches places without saying anything. 

when you're in a crowd and talking, he’ll tilt his head down, white hair brushing your forehead. 

“huh? talk louder, pretty.” 

always carries your bag because “ugh… gravity is annoying. let me do it.” 

when you're tired, he offers his arm or shoulder with a lazy, “come here. i’ll be your pillow.” 

sometimes, when you ramble about something you’re excited about, he just stares. content, soft expression. then he whispers, “i like when you talk. makes me feel calm.” 

every day feels like being loved gently – without effort, without expectation – just pure comfort. 

mikage reo

reo was raised on etiquette and luxury, but he chooses to spoil you because he wants to, not because he has to. 

he bends down to listen, hand cupping the side of your jaw so you know you have his full attention. 

“say it again, angel. i want to hear you clearly.” 

opens car doors, holds your coat for you to slip into, always walks slightly behind you when going up stairs so you don’t trip. 

buys you flowers randomly – not because it’s a special occasion, but because he saw them and thought, she would be happy if i gave her these. 

remembers the most random details about you. like your favorite dessert or the exact way you take your coffee. 

if he sees you carrying something heavy, he’s sprinting across the room like a trackstar. 

“i got it, babe. you just look pretty.” 

kisses your knuckles when you’re feeling insecure. 

"thank you for letting me be in your life." 

and you short-circuit. 

you think you’re lucky to have him. but in his eyes? he won the lottery. 

bachira meguru

bachira doesn’t just bend down to hear you – he folds himself in half. like full spine crunch. hands on his knees, big sparkly eyes staring right into your soul. 

sometimes he’ll bend down so far you end up instinctively cupping his face to keep him stable. 

“hi :) what were you saying? i wanna hear every word.” 

if the room is loud, he’ll kneel in front of you so you don’t have to yell up to him, resting his chin on your knee like a puppy waiting for attention. 

holds doors open and then steps aside with a dramatic bow. 

“after you, my royal jellybean.” 

if you’re carrying something heavy, he just silently appears and grabs it from your hands because he’s convinced chivalry is a sport. 

in crowds, he’ll intertwine your fingers but also swing your hands like two little kids because holding your hand genuinely brings him joy. 

randomly kisses your knuckles and goes, “you make life feel fun.” 

you catch him staring at you – not lustfully, not obsessively – just softly, like he can’t comprehend that someone like you exists. 

you think you’re lucky? he thinks he manifested you with sheer whimsy. 

shidou ryusei

shidou pretends he’s a menace, but he is shockingly gentlemanly when it comes to you. 

if you’re talking in a busy place, he bends down so low his nose almost brushes your cheek. 

he murmurs, low and rough, “speak up a bit more, baby. i wanna hear you.” 

he never pushes you or pulls you around. instead, he always gives you gentle guidance: hand on the small of your back, thumb brushing your wrist, guiding you away from crowds. 

opens doors for you and others without making it a big deal. but if someone doesn’t say “thank you,” he will absolutely mumble, “uncultured swine.” 

carries your bags. all of them. you pick up a single grocery bag and suddenly he looks offended. 

“no. put that down. the only thing you carry is your fat ass.” 

he bends down to tie your shoelaces then taps your nose afterward, smirking when you're flustered. 

when you two cross the street, he automatically holds out his arm in front of you like a protective barrier. 

he’ll kiss your forehead after something, whispering, “don’t worry. i got you.” 

he loves being called your boyfriend. it would be an understatement to say it activates something primal in him. 

karasu tabito

karasu is the smoothest gentleman alive, effortlessly cool without trying. 

when you speak, he leans down just enough that his face is level with yours, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting lightly on your waist. 

“say that again? i like listening to ya.” 

pulls your chair out for you and then pushes it in gently – doesn’t even blink. he’s too nonchalant about it. 

walks on the outside of the sidewalk. habit. instinct. doesn’t need thanks. 

if it rains and you forgot an umbrella? he stands in front of you, jacket stretched over both your heads, pressing you close to him to keep you dry. 

karasu loves when you ramble. he’ll tilt his head and murmur little responses like, “mhm. keep going. i like hearing ya talk.” 

the moment you show even the slightest discomfort, he’s shifting positions, moving people aside, adjusting the situation without drawing attention. 

kisses the back of your hand when you’re nervous and whispers, “i’m right here.” 

you’re convinced he’s the standard. he’s convinced you’re the exception. 

kaiser michael

kaiser is… obscenely good at being a gentleman, but in a way that seems effortless. 

when he leans down to hear you, he cups the side of your jaw with his hand, thumb brushing your cheek as he bends to your level. 

“repeat that, liebling. your voice is too soft.” 

opens car doors, adjusts your coat on your shoulders, guides your lower back through crowds – all without breaking eye contact. 

if you try to carry something heavy, he laughs. 

“no. i refuse to let royalty carry peasant weight.” 

holds umbrellas so you stay completely dry. he does not care if his hair gets wet. 

kisses your hand like you’re some duchess in an old romance movie. 

“i am lucky you let me love you.” 

he says it so confidently you nearly pass out. 

if someone stares too long at you in public? he places a gentle hand on your waist, gracefully, but unmistakably, claiming you. 

bends down to whisper into your ear instead of speaking normally. it’s devious. he knows what he’s doing. 

ness alexis

ness is the definition of a polite gentleman. raised with etiquette and perfect manners, but uses them only for you. 

when he can’t hear you, he bends down and gently cups your elbow as he leans closer – not grabbing, just guiding, making sure you don’t lose balance. 

he always walks a half-step behind you so he can subtly watch over you. 

opens every door. pulls out every seat. adjusts your coat collar so you don’t get cold. 

if he sees you struggling with something, he rushes over like a golden retriever with a mission. 

"let me, please. i just– i want to help." 

gently tucks your hair behind your ear while listening to you speak. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. 

bends down to tie your shoes if they come undone, even if you insist you can do it yourself. 

“i know. i just don’t want you to trip.” 

when you look surprised or touched by his gestures, he blushes and looks away. 

“i like taking care of you… if that’s okay.” 

you think you got lucky – he thanks the universe every day and night for giving him someone like you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

hiii, i love all of your works so much! can i request how bllk boys would act while expecting? pre and post pregnancy hcs if you can, please! i love the dynamic with husband bllk boys and pregnant wife reader, i’d love to see your thoughts on it as well! preferably add rin, sae, kaiser, nagi and anyone else you want :)

feel free to decline too! have a great day/night and keep up the great work <3

“𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 (𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝)”

a/n: I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

have a great day/night too, thank you so much!!!!!!

title is a lyric from daylight by taylor swift!

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

isagi yoichi

pre-pregnancy, isagi is lowkey terrified when he first hears you’re expecting. not because he doesn’t want the baby – he does, he’s thrilled – but because he’s suddenly hyperaware that he’s responsible for both you and the little bean inside you. 

he’s reading “dad books” like they’re training manuals. you’ll catch him muttering random facts under his breath: “pregnant women should sleep on their left side… okay, i’ll buy extra pillows…” he’s dead serious about getting it right. 

becomes your personal bodyguard. even when you’re just walking across the living room, he’s hovering like you’re carrying the world cup trophy in your belly. 

insists on accompanying you to every doctor’s appointment, even if he has practice, he’ll beg his coach to adjust his schedule. he takes notes like a straight-A student. 

when you start showing, he cries. like actually gets misty-eyed looking at your bump. he’ll put his ear against your stomach at night just to “talk to the baby.” (you’re like “they can’t hear you yet.” him: “yes they can, i have striker’s intuition.”) 

post-pregnancy, isagi is a hands-on dad. late-night feedings? he’s up before you. dirty diapers? no hesitation. he swears changing diapers is easier than tying soccer cleats. 

takes a million baby photos. his phone storage collapses within the first week. his camera roll: 70% baby, 20% you with baby, 10% soccer. 

but he’s also so gentle – he loves carrying the baby against his chest while watching game tapes, whispering commentary as if the baby’s his new analyst partner. 

itoshi rin

rin reacts… poorly at first. not in a “he doesn’t want it” way, but in a “holy shit my life is over, i’m gonna ruin everything” panic spiral. he doubts himself hard. 

he doesn’t know how to say that, so he goes quiet, and you have to coax him into admitting his fears. but once he gets it out, rin becomes scarily protective of you. 

trains harder than ever, like he’s suddenly fueled by the thought of providing for you both. but at home? he’s folding baby clothes in dead silence with the most serious look on his face. 

lowkey doesn’t want anyone touching you. he doesn’t even like when strangers on the street glance at your bump. his glare gets worse. 

when you complain about cravings or aches, rin acts immediately. midnight craving for strawberry milk? he’s in the car before you finish the sentence. your back hurts? he’s googling massage techniques in between matches. 

he pretends not to care about baby shopping, but you catch him secretly researching strollers at 3 AM. he also buys a soccer onesie behind your back and acts like it just “appeared.” 

post-pregnancy, rin softens in ways you never thought possible. the first time he holds the baby, his hands shake – he mutters “they’re so small…” and looks like he’s about to cry. 

he becomes attached fast. like, he doesn’t want to leave for training camps, but when he does, he’ll video call you constantly just to see the baby smile. 

he gets jealous if the baby seems to like you more. “why do they laugh more with you?” “rin, i birthed them.” 

itoshi sae

sae’s reaction is probably the most chill on the surface but the most internally dramatic. he’s like, “oh. you’re pregnant? okay.” but inside he’s already mentally rearranging his entire life. 

he’s incredibly blunt: “don’t lift that. don’t eat that. don’t walk too much.” “i’m pregnant, not dying.” “same thing.” 

he insists on hiring help, like a driver or someone to clean, because he doesn’t want you straining yourself. but if you say no, he just ends up doing it himself, grumbling the whole time but never actually complaining. 

during pregnancy, sae is… annoyingly smug. he’ll smirk when you’re craving sweets like, “told you sugar always wins.” or when the baby kicks during his voice, he’ll lean back like, “obviously they like me best.” 

secretly buys high-end baby stuff. the stroller costs more than your first car, and he won’t admit it. you only find out when you google the brand. 

post-pregnancy, sae is very much the “i’ll do it, give them to me” dad. like, he takes the baby from your arms with zero hesitation. 

he has this scary calmness when handling newborn chaos, like when the baby cries, he’s pacing with them, whispering strategies to them like it’s a game plan. 

but he does spoil both you and the baby ridiculously. silk blankets, custom onesies, imported toys – you name it. 

and, of course, he takes a million pictures, but unlike isagi, his are candid. you find them later: you asleep with the baby, baby yawning, you laughing at something dumb. he never admits he took them. 

nagi seishiro

pre-pregnancy, nagi just stares blankly when you tell him. “oh. that’s kinda wild.” but then he lies down like he needs to process. 

he’s lazy, but surprisingly attentive? like, he doesn’t look like he cares, but he’ll remember random details, like what food made you nauseous once and avoid it forever. 

his version of “being there” is lying beside you with his hand on your belly. sometimes he falls asleep like that, mumbling about how “it’s like a cheat code – two of you in one.” 

not great at practical support, but very good at keeping your mood up. if you’re cranky, he’ll pout until you laugh, or start doing weird impressions just to distract you. 

absolutely takes advantage of cravings too: “you want cake? me too, let’s order three.” he acts like it’s solidarity, but really he just wants snacks. 

post-pregnancy, nagi is weirdly obsessed with how tiny the baby is. “they’re so smol… like a lil gacha prize.” he’s endlessly fascinated. 

he loves doing skin-to-skin contact but mostly because he thinks the baby feels like a warm marshmallow. he’ll nap with the baby sprawled across his chest and call it “co-op sleeping.” 

surprisingly, he’s very good with nighttime shifts because he’s already nocturnal. he’ll rock the baby at 3 AM while playing video games with one hand. 

lazy dad, yes, but also lowkey the baby’s favorite because he’s so calm. 

mikage reo

reo is over the moon. like, the moment you tell him, he’s spinning you around (gently, once he realizes you’re pregnant). he’s ready to announce it to the world. 

he’s also 100% that guy who makes a spreadsheet and timeline for everything – prenatal vitamins, appointment schedules, nursery setup. he’s already planning their college fund by month two. 

he showers you with gifts constantly. pregnancy pillow? bought it. custom maternity clothes? ordered. a whole nursery done by designers? finished before you’re even showing. 

he loves baby shopping with you, he’s the one squealing over cute onesies and tiny socks. “look, babe, it’s so small!!” 

attends every appointment, and he’s the type to cry during the first ultrasound. no shame. 

post-pregnancy, reo is just as hands-on. he wants to be there for everything – feedings, bath time, bedtime stories. he’s so eager it almost overwhelms you. 

also insists on being the “fun dad.” he sings silly songs, dances with the baby, buys the loudest toys possible just to see them smile. 

but he’s also the most supportive partner. if you’re tired, reo is on it: taking the baby, massaging your shoulders, ordering dinner. he doesn’t let you lift a finger. 

and when he sees you with the baby? reo looks like he just won the lottery. 

shidou ryusei

when you first tell him you’re pregnant, he grins like a maniac. “holy moly, i’m gonna be a dilf.” no hesitation. he’s immediately flexing his arms like the baby can already see how cool dad is. 

he’s obnoxiously proud. tells random strangers in the grocery store, yells it in the middle of practice, points at your stomach when people look at you like “yeah, my spawn is in there, what about it.” 

calls the baby “our lil monster” from day one. insists on talking to your bump all the time: “ayo kiddo, better come out with some striker legs or i’m disappointed.” 

he thinks your cravings are funny, so he joins in: if you want pickles at 2 AM, he’s eating them with you. if you’re craving something weird like peanut butter and tuna, he’ll actually try it and be like “not bad.” 

protective in the strangest ways. someone bumps into you in public? shidou’s barking at them. you stub your toe? he’s threatening the table leg. he’s a menace, but your menace. 

post-pregnancy, shidou is the most chaotic dad imaginable. he’ll hold the baby like it’s a football, and you have to yell at him to cradle them properly. 

sings “lullabies” that are basically hype chants. baby either knocks out instantly or screams louder, you never know which. 

loves doing skin-to-skin contact but calls it “training.” “look babe, they’re already learning my heartbeat – perfect striker rhythm.” 

weirdly enough, the baby loves him. maybe it’s because he’s so animated, always bouncing them around and making ridiculous faces. you’re both horrified and relieved. 

karasu tabito

karasu is cocky when you tell him – he smirks, “damn, my swimmers really are top tier, huh?” you throw a pillow at him. 

he jokes a lot to cover how nervous he actually is. like, deep down, he’s worried he won’t know how to be a good dad, but on the outside he’s making cracks like, “do ya think they’ll get my perfect jawline or yours?” 

weirdly curious about pregnancy stuff. he’ll watch baby documentaries with you, ask the doctor way too many questions, then brag that he knows more than other expecting dads. 

the ultimate tease about cravings: “pickles with ice cream? ew, babe, yer nasty.” but then he’s the one sneaking bites of your food. 

extremely attentive without making it obvious. he’ll casually drape his arm around you when you’re out, steer you away from crowded places, and keep snacks in his bag “just in case.” 

post-pregnancy, karasu becomes the fun dad. he’s the one making funny voices, blowing raspberries on the baby’s tummy, and teaching them nonsense words just to make you roll your eyes. 

secretly loves baby naps on his chest. he acts like “ugh, they knocked out on me again, i can’t move now,” but he doesn’t actually mind. 

absolutely teaches the baby to stick their tongue out before they can talk properly. “look, babe, prodigy behavior. they got it from me.” 

he jokes a lot, but when you’re asleep, he whispers to the baby about how he’s gonna do his best. you catch him once, and he denies it, of course. 

kaiser michael

kaiser acts like he manifested this pregnancy. you tell him the news, and he’s immediately strutting around like he just won the ballon d’or. 

“of course i knocked you up. look at me, i make champions on and off the field.” his arrogance triples. 

but lowkey, he’s really excited. he spoils you rotten – designer maternity wear, luxury strollers, nursery decor straight out of a magazine. he wants your pregnancy to look like an instagram campaign. 

loves showing you off. his entire team knows you’re pregnant because he announces it every five minutes. “can’t train too hard today, boys, gotta save energy for my kid.” 

constantly talks to your bump like he’s hosting a press conference. “hey little kaiser, you’re gonna be the GOAT. daddy;s got big plans for you.” 

pretends he’s not nervous, but you catch him researching things at night, like “how to swaddle a baby” or “signs of colic.” 

post-pregnancy, kaiser becomes a show-off dad. he’s the one posting baby pics online with captions like “mini-me already pulling hearts.” 

insists on matching outfits with the baby. yes, even custom soccer jerseys with “KAISER JR” printed on the back. 

surprisingly patient with baby care. he’ll rock the baby to sleep while humming, but if you point it out, he’ll smirk like “of course, i’m great at everything.” 

loves flaunting you as “the hottest mom alive.” he kisses you more, brags about you more – it’s like the pregnancy made him even more obsessed. 

ness alexis

ness is overjoyed. like, tears-in-his-eyes, holding-your-hands, whispering “we’re gonna be parents” kind of overjoyed. 

immediately goes into caretaker mode. he’s fussing over what you eat, how much water you drink, how much you rest. you can’t sneeze without him hovering. 

buys pregnancy books and actually highlights them. he’s constantly sending you little facts like “did you know the baby can hear us now?” 

super affectionate with your bump. kisses it good morning and goodnight, sings to it, tells the baby about his day, even when he knows it can’t understand yet. 

he’s nervous about you being uncomfortable, so he spoils you with massages, warm baths, and cozy setups. he wants you to feel safe 24/7. 

post-pregnancy, ness is the sweetest dad. he’s gentle with everything – holding the baby, dressing them, feeding them. he looks at them like they’re made of glass. 

he’s emotional, too. the first time the baby grabs his finger, he legit cries. “love, they trust me…” 

loves baby bonding activities – reading to them, playing soft music, rocking them to sleep. he’ll hum lullabies in german sometimes. 

he also clings to you more. he’s already very dependent, but seeing you as the mother of his child makes him adore you even more. he’ll whisper “thank you for giving me a family” when he thinks you’re asleep. 

if the baby cries, ness panics like it’s an emergency. he scrambles around the house for solutions until you calm him down. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kxsagi]

Haiiii Kxsagi!!! How you doing?! (>ᴗ•)

I was wondering how would bllk characters act if they had a younger sibling like around 3-4 years of age and they like, look up to them and want to be around them all the time. I thought it would be so cute to see the characters as a big bro, hehe!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Do Isagi, Kunigami (pre WC), Rin, Sae, Shidou, and any other characters if you want :DDD!!

Thanksuuuuuu! ♡︎

“𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲”

a/n: hiii i am doing well and hope you are too!

tears by sabrina carpenter is stuck in my head so that's why the title is a bit like woah BUT I LOVE IT

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

isagi yoichi

his little sibling is basically his shadow. wherever isagi goes, there’s the sound of tiny footsteps tripping after him, yelling “nii-chan!! nii-chan!! wait!!” and tugging at his shorts. 

he’s so soft with them, though. like, if they fall behind while walking, he immediately slows his pace, crouches down, and offers his hand so they can catch up. he’ll even swing them up into his arms if they look tired, pretending it’s no big deal even though the kid is clinging to his neck like a koala. 

during practice, he tries to balance training and sibling-duty, so he’ll set up a little “game” for them. “okay, you be the referee. every time i score, you blow the whistle!” … except they don’t even have a whistle, so the kid just goes “PEEEEEP!” at random intervals. isagi plays along every single time. 

one day reader catches him kneeling on the ground with a little sketchpad, drawing circles and arrows to explain soccer tactics to his toddler sibling who’s sitting crisscross-applesauce, nodding along with absolute seriousness. the kid’s holding the crayon upside down, drawing smiley faces over the “strategic plays.” isagi looks so earnest while explaining, it makes your heart ache in the best way. 

he’s the type to give his sibling small, encouraging pep talks like “you’re so strong. if you keep practicing, you’ll be faster than me one day!” while patting their little head. and the kid beams up at him like he just handed them the world. 

watching him with his sibling makes you realize how naturally gentle and supportive he is, like, yeah, he’d 100% be the dad who cheers the loudest at school sports day, waving a banner he made himself. you tease him about it once, and he goes tomato-red, stammering, “wh-what? i’m not–! you can’t just say stuff like that!!” but you already know. future dad isagi unlocked. 

itoshi rin

his sibling is a little bodyguard in toddler form. they puff out their cheeks and glare at strangers who come too close, standing firmly behind rin like his mini security detail. rin pretends it annoys him, but deep down, he thinks it’s adorable. 

rin’s usually quiet around them, but his actions scream how much he cares. like, he’ll automatically reach down to hold their hand when crossing the street, making sure to match his pace to their tiny steps. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you point it out and tease him for being “nii-chan supreme.” 

if his sibling cries? full-blown panic mode (internally). outwardly, he keeps the deadpan expression, but his hands are fumbling – patting their head awkwardly, offering his sleeve to wipe their nose because he forgot tissues, muttering “don’t cry… please don’t cry, you’re fine.” 

you once caught him crouching down in the middle of the park, carefully tying his sibling’s shoelaces. he scolded them quietly, “don’t run so fast if you can’t keep your shoes tied, idiot,” but he double-knotted them extra tight and even tucked the ends in. 

his sibling loves to copy him - -folding their arms the same way, trying to frown just like him, sitting silently next to him when he’s reading. rin secretly melts every time. 

you can totally picture him as a protective, quiet dad in the future. the type who carries the baby on his shoulders but pretends it’s “just more convenient,” who makes sure every little thing is safe without ever bragging. you tell him this once, and he flushes faintly, turning his head away with a muttered, “shut up.” but his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. 

itoshi sae

his 3-year-old sibling is his mirror. whatever sae does, they copy. if he crosses his arms, they cross theirs. if he yawns, they fake-yawn dramatically. sae tries to stay stoic, but sometimes he’ll exaggerate a move just to see the kid copy it, like stretching super high until he almost tips over, and laughing quietly when the kid falls on their butt trying to follow. 

he’s very calm with them. when they climb into his lap during a movie, he pretends not to care, but shifts subtly so they’re comfortable against his chest. he’ll even grab a blanket to cover them both. 

you’ve walked into the living room more than once to find both of them fast asleep, sibling snuggled into his shoulder, cartoons still playing. sae looks so peaceful that you don’t dare wake him, you just snap a picture for your secret stash. 

he pretends to be cold, but he’s so soft with them in little ways. like, he’ll peel their fruit before handing it over, tie their hoodie strings so they don’t trip, and casually carry them on his hip when they’re sleepy. 

his sibling adores him, toddling around chirping “sae-nii! sae-nii!” until he sighs and picks them up. when they call him their “hero,” sae’s ears go pink and he quickly distracts them with, “go show [name] your drawing.” 

to you, it’s obvious – he’s already got the makings of a patient, protective dad. he doesn’t need to say much, his quiet actions speak louder than words. you tease him once about it, and he only replies, “you’re annoying.” but the faintest smile is tugging at his lips. 

nagi seishiro

at first, nagi grumbles about “babysitting is such a drag.” but when his sibling toddles over with a toy, big puppy eyes begging him to play, he caves instantly. 

his sibling uses him as a jungle gym, climbing all over his sprawled body while he lies flat on the floor. he doesn’t complain, just lets them pull at his hair or bounce on his stomach, groaning softly but never pushing them off. 

they love to braid his hair with colorful plastic clips. nagi sits perfectly still, controller in hand, mumbling, “don’t mess it up, okay?” while his sibling goes wild. by the end, his hair looks like a rainbow explosion, but he doesn’t take it out until they fall asleep. 

he’s surprisingly competitive with them, though. if they’re stacking blocks, he’s stacking faster. if they say “let’s nap,” he’s determined to out-sleep them. (spoiler: he usually wins, but he always lets them believe they beat him.) 

one day you find him knocked out on the couch, sibling curled against his side, both of them clutching the same stuffed animal. nagi has the faintest smile in his sleep. your heart melts on the spot. 

seeing him with his sibling, you realize he’d be such a chill, playful dad. the kind who lets the kids draw on his arms, plays video games with them for hours, and lets them climb all over him without complaint. 

mikage reo

ultimate doting big brother. his sibling could ask for the moon and reo would be like, “give me five minutes.” 

he spoils them constantly. toys, snacks, matching little soccer cleats – he wants them to have everything. but it’s not just material; he’s incredibly attentive, crouching down to their level every time he talks to them so they feel heard. 

his sibling lives for cheering him on. they’ll stand at the sidelines, yelling “reo-nii!! go go!!” at the top of their lungs, sometimes getting his name hilariously wrong like “reo-nini!” and he beams every time. 

the first time they toddled over and gave him a clumsy kiss on the cheek, reo was so overwhelmed he nearly cried. he scooped them up, spinning them around, while you had to step in and calm him down, not the kid. 

he loves teaching them things. simple stuff, like how to kick a ball or how to tie a knot. he’s ridiculously encouraging, clapping like crazy even when they barely succeed. “genius!! you’re a natural!!” and the kid just glows under his praise. 

you watch the way he’s endlessly patient, endlessly loving, and you know instantly: reo will be the fun, doting, always-cheering dad in the future. the type who goes to every recital, every practice, waving banners and embarrassing the kids in the best way possible. 

shidou ryusei

shidou and his 3-year-old sibling are like a tag-team of chaos. they’re partners in crime – if shidou is coloring on the wall, his sibling is right there with him, crayon in hand. when you catch them, shidou points dramatically at the toddler and says, “they started it.” 

he’s surprisingly gentle, though. if his sibling trips, he’s down on the ground instantly, brushing off their knees and making exaggerated sound effects like, “whoooa, look at you go, champ!!” until they stop crying. then he swings them onto his back for piggyback rides like it’s second nature. 

his sibling loves copying his wild facial expressions. the two of them stick their tongues out at strangers, pull the most absurd grimaces at you, and laugh until they’re both rolling on the floor. 

he lets his sibling tackle him during soccer practice, pretending to dramatically collapse on the field while yelling, “ahhh!! they’re too strong! the beast has been defeated!!” and the toddler absolutely loses it. 

you watch this with mixed emotions: half horrified, half swooning. because beneath the insanity, shidou is so patient and affectionate with his sibling. you can 100% see him being the kind of dad who’s chaotic and embarrassing, but also the most loyal and protective. 

karasu tabito

karasu’s sibling is glued to him. they want to follow him everywhere – into the kitchen, into his room, even trying to sneak into practice. karasu teases them constantly, calling them “my little sidekick.” 

he’s actually really sweet about including them in everything. like, he’ll set up mini “training sessions” where he lets them kick a ball at him and dramatically dives out of the way so they score. then he picks them up and spins them around like they just won the world cup. 

his sibling mimics his nonchalant pose – arms crossed, leaning against walls, giving people little side-eyes. karasu notices and smirks, whispering to you, “look at that. already cooler than half the guys i know.” 

when they get scared (like from thunder), karasu immediately scoops them up, tucking their head under his chin. he cracks dumb jokes like, “don’t worry, that’s just the sky playing drums. i told it to keep it down, but y’know how it is.” the kid giggles through their tears every time. 

you can’t stop staring whenever karasu effortlessly balances teasing and caring. he’s got this big brother energy that screams “future protective dad who embarrasses the kids with corny jokes, but secretly would fight the world for them.” 

kaiser michael

oh, kaiser LOVES having a little sibling look up to him. he thrives off the attention. the toddler trails after him chanting “kai! kai!” and he just smirks, ruffling their hair like he’s the greatest big brother alive. 

he brags about them constantly. “did you see that? they kicked the ball two whole feet. must be genetic, huh?” he says while winking at you. 

but here’s the thing – he’s so soft when it’s just him and his sibling. he’ll kneel down, tie their shoes, fix their shirt collar, even carry them on his shoulders when they’re tired, humming quietly while they hold onto his hair. 

his sibling thinks he’s the coolest person alive. they try to copy his poses, his little smirks, even attempt to flip their hair like him. kaiser encourages it with a proud grin. 

once, you caught him letting his sibling put stickers all over his arms and face. he acted cocky about it, like, “yeah, i make this look good,” but you saw the way he melted every time the kid giggled. 

watching him makes you realize: kaiser would be the kind of dad who’s both a clown and a role model. the type who embarrasses the kids with over-the-top cheering, but also teaches them to be confident and never settle for less. 

ness alexis

ness is the definition of “soft big brother.” his sibling runs into his arms yelling “älterer bruder!!” and he scoops them up immediately, spinning them around until they’re both dizzy. 

he lets them “help” with everything. whether it’s holding his water bottle, carrying his shoes, or “coaching” him during practice (“kick it! kick it!!”), he acts like their input is the most important thing in the world. 

his sibling loves braiding his hair or sticking random accessories in it, and ness always plays along, proudly showing you the finished product like it’s high art. “look! they made me a crown. i think it suits me, right?” 

he’s incredibly patient. if his sibling throws a tantrum, he just crouches down, wipes their tears gently, and starts telling a silly story until they’re laughing again. 

you catch him humming lullabies while rocking them to sleep once, and it hits you like a train: ness is 1000% dad material. the kind of father who never loses his softness, who makes every kid feel special and loved. 

kunigami rensuke (pre-WC)

kunigami is the ideal big brother. his sibling is basically his little shadow, running around yelling “kuni-nii!! kuni-nii!!” and kunigami just smiles, crouching down to pick them up with one arm like it’s the easiest thing ever. 

he’s so protective. constantly checking if they’ve eaten, making sure they don’t trip, holding their hand whenever they’re out. if they so much as wobble, he’s right there steadying them with his big warm hands. 

his sibling thinks he’s the strongest person in the world. they’ll ask him to flex his muscles, and kunigami will play along, lifting them up like weights while they squeal in delight. 

he’s the type to sit on the floor and patiently play whatever game they want – tea party, building blocks, stuffed animal adventures. he never rushes them, never brushes them off. 

one time, you walked in to see him reading them a bedtime story, complete with silly voices for each character. his sibling was curled up on his chest, eyes drooping, while kunigami’s deep voice rumbled softly. you almost cried at how wholesome it was. 

seeing him like this, you know he’d be the most reliable, protective, and loving dad. the kind who builds pillow forts, teaches the kids values, and never lets them go to sleep without feeling safe. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[marikos-fragrance]

Hi! ive recently seen your post about if you think ness can fall in love, and i totally agree with all you say. i just wanted to ask if you could elaborate further on the last part, if i recall correctly you mentioned something about kaiser already filling that hole of emptiness i guess? bc kaiser manipulates him. how do you think he would love while also basically serving kaiser/ would he be able to love? especially as any normal person wether trying to manipulate him or not would probably be annoyed of how loyal he is to kaiser considering hes in a relationship with them and not kaiser.

just wanted to hear your thoughts, feel free to ignore! Thanks❤️

Hello there. I'm so sorry I could only do this now. But here we go hehe. I'll try be stick to canon as much as possible hehe

Simply said, ness is… complicated... 100%.

Canon makes it painfully clear that he’s loyal to Kaiser in a way that isn’t just “teammate loyalty” It’s almost devotion, because Kaiser literally carved himself into the hole Ness had, that desperate need for validation and someone to attach himself to. Ness clings to Kaiser because Kaiser feels like purpose, direction, someone to worship.

So if we’re talking about Ness loving someone while also “serving” Kaiser, the truth is, it would never be clean. It'd happen and its very much possible, yes but yeah.. It'd be kinda messy to be honest

Here’s why:

Kaiser comes first (canonically right now). Ness is practically engineered to prioritize Kaiser’s approval. If you’re his partner, you’re getting the affection, the attention, but Kaiser is still the “god” in his head. That means if Kaiser says something, Ness will for sure obey. even if it conflicts with your relationship. That’s where the tension would come from.

He can love, but it’s messy. Ness is capable of genuine love (loyalty, care, deep devotion), but right now, all of those qualities are pointed at Kaiser. If he fell for someone else, it would be the same flavor of love, literal absolute, unquestioning, borderline obsessive, im not joking. but it would clash with his Kaiser loyalty. He’d be torn between the comfort he already has in Kaiser’s validation and the new comfort of being loved and accepted by someone else.

How it would look in practice:

He’d be the most devoted, clingy boyfriend you could imagine, but also frustrating because he’d keep circling back to Kaiser.

LIKE

You ask him to skip something for you? He’ll hesitate. .... thibking “but what if Kaiser needs me?”

You call out Kaiser for manipulating him? Ness gets defensive because acknowledging that means questioning his entire foundation.

You love him openly? He drinks it up like water, because deep down, he craves validation, this is true. but it’s never enough to overwrite Kaiser’s hold right away.

The annoying part is that any “normal” person would get tired. It’s exhausting to feel like you’re competing with Kaiser for your own boyfriend’s loyalty. Even if you’re not manipulating him, you’re fighting with the ghost of that devotion Kaiser planted.

The tragic part, is that If he does fall for you, it’s not light or casual. It’s heavy, loyal, clingy, and intense. He’d be caring and sweet in the most genuine way. But until he breaks free of Kaiser’s grip, that love comes with baggage because you’re not just dating Ness, you’re dating Ness and his loyalty to Kaiser.

So in short, and summarized...

Yes, Ness can absolutely love someone. He’d probably be the most loyal, soft, affectionate partner once he’s attached. But as long as Kaiser fills that “god” role, Ness’s love for someone else would always feel split. Like you’re getting 80% of him, while the other 20% is chained to Kaiser. And unless Ness confronts that manipulation, there will always be a third person in your relationship, even if that person is just Kaiser’s shadow.

[kxsagi]

HI I MISSED U N IM SO HAPPY REQUESTS R OPEN AGAIN 🤭🤭 can i request bllk boys with a reader who always carries a plush toy around with her like no matter where she goes ? like even on their dates that plush is theree 🙈

im getting deja vu bcs i feel like i've read something like this before but idk if u were the one who wrote it so pls ignore this if you did hahahahaa 😟

THANSK I LOVE U 💗 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELFF ACKCK

“𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡”

a/n: i swear i wrote something like this already before, but i can’t seem to find it lol. so i just wrote new headcanons! 

and this is so me with my rilakkuma plush honestly. also thank you so much, i love you too and take care of yourself as well!!! 💗

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

isagi yoichi

at first, isagi is like “oh, that’s… different,” but honestly he’s so sweet he doesn’t even question it. 

y’all could be at a super fancy restaurant, and there’s your plush sitting in its own chair with a folded napkin in its lap. isagi just pretends like this is normal, nervously smiling at the waiter like “don’t… don’t say anything, please.” 

eventually, he gets so used to seeing it that he starts addressing the plush. too. like he’ll hand you food and then go, “and one fry for you,” and plop it in front of your plush. 

he once forgot to grab it before you guys left for a movie, and the panic on your face had him SPRINTING back into your house like he was trying to score a last-minute goal. 

he genuinely grows attached – lowkey thinks of it as your “child together.” if someone teased you about it, he’d be like, “don’t talk about [plushie’s name] like that!” all defensive. 

itoshi rin

rin has so many questions, but he doesn’t bother asking them out loud. he just stares. 

he’ll sit there with his arms crossed while you’re clutching your plush at the café table like, “why is this thing here. why is it third-wheeling us.” 

and yet, he never tells you to leave it. in fact, when you forget it at home one time, rin is the one who silently hands it to you before you leave again, muttering “you’ll just be annoying if you don’t have it.” 

during one of your dates at the park, a group of kids ran up to you to see your plush. rin was standing in the back, scowling, because suddenly you AND the plush were getting all the attention and not him. 

sometimes you catch him tucking it under a blanket when you fall asleep. he’ll deny it if you bring it up, though. 

itoshi sae

sae thinks it’s ridiculous. like straight up, “are you five?” energy. 

he’ll roll his eyes whenever you plop the plush on the table while you’re having lunch. but despite that, he lets you do it every time without complaint. 

once, you fell asleep on a flight and dropped the plush. sae, the man who allegedly “doesn’t care,” immediately picked it up, dusted it off, and put it back in your arms before anyone else could step on it. 

he’s secretly fascinated by the way you need it. it’s such a sharp contrast to how independent and tough you usually are that it makes him… soft. (though he’ll never say that.) 

one day, you left the plush in his car by accident. you thought he’d ignore it, but no, he sent you a photo later of it sitting in the passenger seat, seatbelt on. caption: “my new copilot.” 

nagi seishiro

nagi loves the plush. he gets it immediately. 

“oh, you need it around? same. i’d do the same if i had one.” 

nagi straight-up treats it like his bestie. if you put it on the couch, he’ll sit next to it and start talking about his day as if it’s listening. you walk in like, “sei???” and he’s just like, “shh, i’m venting.” 

he always tries to steal it for himself. sometimes you’ll catch him asleep on the couch with the plush in his arms instead of you. 

when you go on dates, he insists the plush gets food too. you’ve literally had waiters come up with two desserts because nagi said, “oh, this one’s for [plush name].” he doesn’t care if people think he’s weird, he finds it fun. 

mikage reo

reo is obsessed. OBSESSED. 

at first, he thought it was adorable in a “wow my girlfriend is so cute and honoring her inner child” kind of way. but then he got attached. 

he treats your plush like royalty. if you two are staying at a hotel, reo will literally call room service for extra pillows just so the plush can be comfortable. 

once, he bought it clothes. yes, actual tiny outfits. when you gave him a look, he shrugged and said, “if you’re bringing it everywhere, it needs to look fashionable, too.” 

reo takes so many pictures of you with it – couple selfies where the plush is always front and center. sometimes his instagram captions are like, “me and my two babies 🫶” 

he even tries to get it custom seats when you’re out, like strapping it into a stroller or giving it a reserved chair at the restaurant. 

shidou ryusei

shidou laughs his ass off when he first notices you’re serious about bringing it everywhere. “no way, you’re deadass? HAHAHA.” 

but then? he totally adopts it into your relationship. 

“me, you, and the lil guy – we’re a family now.” 

he’ll sling his arm around your shoulders and his OTHER arm around the plush like you’re all a couple. people stare, and shidou LOVES it. 

he 100% tries to get you matching plushies so you can be “that couple” who carry them everywhere. you keep declining, but one day he just shows up with a plush the same size as yours and insists it’s your plush’s “boyfriend.” 

once, he got jealous of the plush because you hugged it first instead of him. he literally argued with it like, “hey, stop cockblocking me, you stuffed freak.” 

karasu tabito

karasu teases you endlessly. “seriously? you can’t go anywhere without that thing? what are you, six?” 

but he also weirdly respects the commitment. like, you’ve never once gone on a date without it, and consistency? karasu admires that. 

he pokes fun by “interviewing” the plush whenever you’re with him. “so, [plush name], what do ya think of my girl’s fashion sense today? oh, really? me, too.” you’re just sitting there rolling your eyes while he holds the plush up like it’s talking. 

he’ll pretend to fight it for your affection, like play-wrestling with the plush and going, “sorry, champ, she’s mine.” 

secretly though, he makes sure no one ever says anything mean about it. he once glared down a random dude who laughed at you holding it, all while his arm casually rested around your shoulders like, “say that again, and i’ll end ya.” 

kaiser michael

kaiser clowns you SO hard for it. every time you show up with your plush, he smirks and goes, “ah, so i’m on a date with two people. good to know.” 

but behind the jokes? he secretly thinks it’s the cutest thing you do. 

he’ll hold the plush when you go to the bathroom, making a whole scene of “don’t worry, daddy’s here to protect you.” if you catch him, he just winks. 

sometimes, he fakes jealousy. like if you hug the plush too much, he’ll grab it and toss it onto the couch dramatically. “me or him, liebling. choose wisely.” 

spoiler: he always retrieves it after, smoothing it out and placing it back into your arms. 

one time, he took it with him during a game. like brought it onto the team bus, sat it next to him, and texted you a picture with “your child is safe with me 🍼” 

ness alexis

ness is the type to instantly melt when he sees you clutching your plush. “aww, you’re so cute!” he says every time, like he hasn’t seen you bring it literally everywhere. 

he’s actually really protective over it. if someone tries to make fun of you, he’ll get mad, like real mad. you’ll see him clenching his jaw, pink in the face, ready to defend both you and your plush’s honor. 

he treats it like an extension of you. if you’re not around, he’ll hold onto it carefully with both hands like he’s babysitting. one time, you left it in his room, and he texted you a picture of it tucked into bed with the caption: “don’t worry, i’ll keep them safe until you come back 🩷” 

on dates, he lowkey makes sure the plush is comfortable. if you sit down at a café, he’ll immediately pull out a chair and set it down gently. “see? it has its own seat.” 

he’s also the type to whisper to it like it’s your chaperone. “don’t worry, i’ll take good care of her.” you caught him once and he got so embarrassed he nearly exploded. 

bachira meguru

bachira thinks it’s the best thing ever. he’s your #1 plush supporter. 

he talks to it all the time, like, constantly. “so, [plush name], you think i should get the burger or the ramen?” then he’ll nod at its stitched face like it gave him an answer. 

when you walk around together, he’ll hold one of your hands and cradle the plush under his arm like he’s your co-parent. he once introduced himself to a cashier like, “hi, i’m dad, this is mom, and here’s our kid.” you nearly died of embarrassment while the cashier just stared. 

if you ever forget it somewhere, bachira will dramatically cry out, “our baby!!!” before sprinting back to rescue it. 

he’s also the type to accessorize it. if he gets stickers or little trinkets, they go straight onto your plush. he once made it a tiny friendship bracelet, and when you teased him for being extra, he just grinned and went, “nah, it matches yours. now we’re a family set.” 

he will 100% carry it on his head while walking around, just because it makes you laugh. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[kaiserlicherose]

pixie dust

tw: yandere themes. dark content (drugging). suggestive content. fem!reader.

The music was so loud and your ears were buzzing, still you couldn’t get enough. Enough of Alexis Ness, the famous German midfielder. Your date was going so, sooo well. 

You two have been chatting about this and that for hours now, but it felt like it only lasted a few minutes. Talking with him was so nice— even though, granted, it was mostly you speaking and him listening, head in both hands as he’d look at you with such a sweet, adorable expression.

He was so attentive and comprehensive, trying to understand your point of view everytime. Supportive, and putting your wishes first. Never bragging about himself. It was rare in a man of his stature. He’d never break eye contact or his smile — both were so pretty —, always talking in a soft tone, always moving with great care, never forcing you to do anything, never trying to boss you around. He was just one of a kind.

Alexis Ness wasn’t like any man you’ve been on a date with so far, and it felt so good. With Alexis, you thought you were experiencing what love might actually feel like. It made you all blushy.

You slide off your stool, turning to him who was still staring at you, his eyes deep in yours. “Need to go to the bathroom. Can you watch out for my drink, please?”

Perking up on his seat, he’d nod eagerly — maybe a little too eagerly. Like a puppy about to get his treat. But you don’t notice, overjoyed by your nice date with him, with such a fine, caring, sweet man. Of course he’d accept to do it, he’s been so considerate since the beginning.

“Thanks Alex!! ‘Be right back!”, you’d smile, and he’d just grin up at you lovingly, eyes nicely closed and legs pressed together.

You push the door of the bathroom all smiley and giddy, thinking you’re so lucky to have met Alexis. He seems so perfect, so partnerable.

Ness thinks all the same about you, as he takes a little pouch from his pocket and empties it out in your glass, singsonging dreamily.

Ah yes, you’re so perfect. He will therefore make sure you don’t escape him.

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“Ya look awful.”

-“Sorry, Kaiser.”

Proudly standing on the field, the striker let out a long, disappointed sigh that made Ness wince.

“Look at these damn eyebags. Dontcha just sleep? What the fuck did you do last night?!”

His teammate gulped.

Well…

His silence didn’t seem to bother Kaiser that much though. He didn’t wait for a reply, just clicked his tongue in annoyance then turned on his heels, walking further on the field.

“Whatever”, he spat. “Just don’t be late next time. Or I’ll find someone else.”

Ness nodded eagerly. “S-sure!! Of course, Kaiser. I won’t make the same mistake ever again.”

No response.

The midfielder joined his teammate on the field, following him as always, trying to look normal. Well— as “normal” as Alexis Ness could be.

What was he doing yesterday, uh?

Well, well, well….

Mmh. Kaiser wouldn’t want to know it— Ness supposed.

He thought so even more as he grabbed the keys of his house with trembling hands, foreign excitement coursing through his veins. Despite the four hours of training with Kaiser, Ness didn’t feel any sign of fatigue. Quite the contrary: he was full of a strange — magical? — energy. Why? Hey now, a magician never reveals his secrets….

Yeah, Ness has secrets. Quite a few, actually. Even for Kaiser. One might think that he’d tell everything to his teammate, that he’d blurt it all out if the blonde asked.

Wrong.

Alexis Ness is a true magician. A real sorcerer. He keeps his tricks for himself.

That’s why he’d never tell Kaiser about you. Kaiser doesn’t need to know. Kaiser just needs to mind football. Kaiser will never hear about you.

Yeah, never, Ness confirmed to himself as he headed towards his basement, his sweet, signature smile still plastered on his lips. His cleats made the metallic steps resound as he walked down the stairs; and Alexis could almost hear you shudder. He turned to you.

“I’m home ~”, he greeted happily.

You just emitted a weak cry, and that made him get closer, still all smiles, each step of his being very careful, always careful. As if everything could shift from one moment to the next.

Now in front of you, Alexis looked at you from up to down. You were so pathetic; your decadent figure slumped on the concrete floor, piteously tied up, a pair of thick, balled-up football socks shoved down your poor little throat. Your knees still looked broken— he didn’t want to do this! But… you might have tried to escape, he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing!!...

Slowly, Alexis kneeled in front of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and deeply inhaling your scent, before letting out a content sigh.

He smelled like grass, sweat, and always that light sugary scent that was so… him. He could train all day, he’d always smell a little sweet. That made you sick. You didn’t try to shake your head or anything though. You let him do. Because God knows what that man could do— you already had an idea. You didn’t want to know much more.

“Did you miss me?”, he asked innocently, his purpurine lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck.

You didn’t move. Alexis pulled away and looked at you, pouty. He brought his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks, and flicking away the spit on your chin due to the gag, before stroking your face with both of his hands— then pinching the nasty, big bruise you had on your left cheek.

It wasn’t his fault! You were about to wake up, while he thought— he thought the magic little powder would last longer! So… so… he had to find a way to make you sleep again! But the bruise is blue-ish, now. It’s healing, don’t worry!

The pinch draws a pained groan from you, still muffled by the socks.

“Did you miss me?”, he asked again, still smiling from ear to ear. 

This time, you nodded. He nodded in turn.

“I missed you too. A lot.”, he sighed. “Sorry for being late. You know how it is…”

His left hand was now stroking your cheek, his thumb easing the pain from the pinch from a second ago; while his right hand carefully slid from your cheek to your throat— he squeezed it, fingers skillfully pressed on your carotide, and you choked, soaking the socks with your saliva, unable to get oxygen.

Alexis put the gag away — how sweet of him! —, freeing your mouth for a second before crashing his lips into yours, devouring you with everything but the grace he shows everyday. It was messy, sloppy, disgusting even.

You could feel his trembling breath and hands, the way his face heated up as the kiss went on, the way he rubbed his legs together, still getting closer to you while holding your face firm.

He didn’t mind the dried spit around your mouth, nor the vague taste of your last night drink mixed with his creepy drug and some blood from the nosebleed he gave you by one of his punches.

Your makeup from yesterday was smeared all over your face, ruined by blows, tears, and starved kisses like this one. Alexis didn’t mind. And you don’t have to worry either. Tomorrow, he’ll do your makeup. Sitting in front of you all pretty, smiling and singsonging, he’ll cover everything up. Let him do— he’s a magician, after all.

Alexis broke the kiss, circling the string of saliva connecting your lips with his tongue. He looked into your eyes cheekily.

“I love you”, he whispered, as if sharing a secret only for the two of you.

And, before you could answer anything, he violently shoved the socks back in your mouth.

A/N: was talking with bestie and she came up with this idea so here we are. i just love Ness 😔 too bad he's kind of a creep sometimes but it is what it is guys

[ughhvix]

☆ o-o-obsessed!

— a blue lock fanfic // when ness needed some reassurance, you were there for him. now he needs to make sure he's there for you. always.

synopsis: working as an escort, you encounter a sad looking man one fateful night. what starts as making easy money soon turns into something much different. pairing: afab!reader x stalker!ness [aged up.] wc: tw: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. STORY CONTAINS DARK THEMES LIKE STALKING, TOXIC CO-DEPENDENCY, YANDERE BEHAVIOR. READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. CONTAINS SMUT. nsfw includes: stalker!ness. dubcon. manipulative behaviour. STALKING. touch starvation. orgasms [both male and female]. obsessive behaviour. m.list

"hey, a sad looking man is here. wanna take him?" your manager asked you, looking at you through your reflection in the mirror. her tamed hair was packed into a neat bun and she was adorned in a black blazer.

"huh?" you groaned at her request, "do i need to take him? i just finished up. i'm so tired-ugh!" the syllables mixed together as you slumped back in your chair.

the vanity was lit up with lightbulbs as it shone down on your figure. the show glitter shimmered against your skin, your hair was tousled in loose curls, and your makeup was still caked onto your skin. on your desk was a bag you were preparing for your commute back home.

a few other girls got ready on their respective counters while others chattered amongst themselves, recounting idiotic men and their even-so-more idiotic anecdotes. laughter mingled with the slow, steady rhythm of music that had managed to seep in from the main lounge into your common dressing area.

your manager crossed her arms, giving you another chance, "are ya sure? i mean i can ask jessica or carrie but he looks real sad, and i know you love those men. they bring in easy money."

"okay." you set your packed bag down, giving her a pointed look, "what kind of sad? creepy sad or pathetic type?"

your manager bored you down in return, "if it were the creepy type, i wouldn't be offering you the job."

"fine." you gave her a resigned sigh, "how sad?"

"sad enough to throw in a biiiig cheque."

you met her eyes in the mirror, thinking about the offer once over before nodding, "alright. give me five minutes. which room?"

"205." the older woman gave you a small smile, "you'd be there, right?"

"yeah, yeah." you shrugged her off, "i'll be right there. not gonna run away. don't worry."

🎀─────♡

meet 01: are humans replaceable?

you took in a deep breath, shifting your body weight from one feet to another as you stood at the door. no matter how many clients you entertained, the first meeting was always nerve-wrecking. what if he was insane? or worse... obsessed with you?

you shrugged off the chills, twisting the door knob and slipping in.

when inside the sensual, lightly-dimmed room, your eyes made sense of a young man sitting on the loveseat. his face was tilted downwards, messy purplish locks obscuring his eyes and most of his face from your vision.

weird. most of the men who pay for a private room would've jumped your bones till now, if not atleast look at you. but this man... he was too mesmerized mapping out the glittery, geometric pattern of the floors to really notice your presence.

but... you knew better than anyone that these men weren't as simple as they looked. the more inconspicuous they behaved, the worse their desires were. so, you steadied your breath, put on a smile and you cleared your throat softly, locking the door behind you, "hey?"

the man looked up suddenly, as if your presence had jolted him out of his thoughts. his brown eyes met yours and you noticed the man shudder, "h-hey."

"my name's honey." you knew better than to give away your real name. deepening your smile, you allowed yourself to create a false illusion for your client. "i'll be your entertainer for tonight. what's your name?"

the man scooted a few inches backwards on the loveseat as you inched forwards toward him. but no matter what he tried, he couldn't quite escape you as his back was finally against the cushions. his bottom lip trembled as he looked up at you, "n-ness... alexis ness."

"that's a cute name, ness." you stopped yourself half a meter short from the loveseat. eyeing his frail face, you wondered aloud, "do you mind if i sit next to you?"

he shook his head softly, scooting sideways to the extreme end of the loveseat and practically offering you the rest. you sat down on the leathered surface, maintaining your distance at his discomfort.

"so..." you started off slowly, "what can i do for you, ness? do you wanna me dance or... undress—?"

his eyes widened, reddened face looking away from yours in a hurry, "n-no! it's okay."

your brows furrowed, arms crossing against your chest to push the fat upwards and perhaps, tempt the young man. you questioned him again, "do you just want to sit?"

he nodded, "yes, please."

and so, that's what you did. in your silence, you wondered why the man was here. these private rooms were expensive, definitely not the kind that some part-timing early twenties man could afford. was he rich? maybe it was generational wealth? or, perhaps he won a lottery and his first pitstop was to hire a prostitute for fun?

but then, the way he was reacting to you — one would wonder if someone else had forced him to be here. perhaps, his friends? or someone else to take a piss out of him?

you didn't usually care for personal sob-stories or background, but you felt bad for this man. from your periphery, you noticed the man twiddling his thumb, still staring at the glittery flooring.

oh, fuck personal principles, i guess?

"is something bothering you?" you asked softly, "i mean we do have an hour together... and i can see you don't want me to do what i-" you laughed, "like what i usually do."

"i-uh..." the man stalled, "i'm sorry."

"what? why're you sorry? i'm getting paid to chat to some stranger for an hour. it's my lucky day~!" at your joke, a small smile tugged at ness' lips, "right..."

"if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. we can sit in total silence either. i don't mind—"

"c-can i ask you something?"

the man's voice was so soft that it almost got lost by the time it reached you. you took a second, easily complying at the mindless request, "yeah, sure."

"do you think humans are..." his bated breath came out in a shiver,

"replaceable?"

you hummed, quickly assessing that the man was going through some sort of post-breakup ritual or something. usually, people didn't come to talk to you about philosophical questions — atleast with not your tits still in your flimsy bra.

finally, you uttered, "well, in the grand scheme of things — yes." a small wince from his side rung in your ear but you continued, "i mean there are 8 billion of us here. we are... replaceable. but i think the question isn't if people are replaceable, it's whether people you love are replaceable... and the answer to that is no."

"no?" he echoed back, much like a child learning something for the first time.

"no." you nodded, "if you love someone, sure it could not work out. they could die, or there could be a falling out or whatever... but to claim that someone you once loved is now replaceable, that's just untrue. they will always have some place in your life. they can't just be erased. i wish they could, god knows i've tried."

there was a strange lilt to his voice, "you've loved people before?"

you drew a brow at his question, "hasn't everyone?"

"yeah..." the silence followed by confirmed your suspicions. definitely going through some sort of a breakup.

the man finally turned his face towards you, although his words were just as frail, "what you're saying is that you wouldn't... you wouldn't replace somebody you loved?"

you laughed at his question, "fuck no. if i love someone then i love them. that's it."

and for the first time that night, ness cracked open a smile, "okay."

for the rest of the forty-five minutes, you two sat in silence... weirdly with the man still smiling to himself till the very end. well, you had nothing to complain about. he had left a hefty tip at the end. what more could a girl ask for?

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meet 02: do you have a boyfriend?

exactly a week later, your manager came back to your vanity. it was the exact same day of the week — another thursday. exact same hour — at nine at night. she gave you a look, "the sad man's back."

you raised a brow, turning your face to look at her, "the one from last week?"

"uh-huh." she smiled, "he asked specially for honey."

you frowned at the man's request, "but i have a booked bachelor's party right now."

"not anymore," your manager shrugged, "saddie's willing to pay twice the amount to see you. good job, honey." she smiled, "you got him wrapped 'round your finger in just one meeting?"

"i-" you smiled right back, "maybe i did."

"205. he's waiting."

and so, you twisted the doorknob again, only to find the man sitting at his usual seat towards the very edge of the loveseat. this time though, he met your eyes right on and even muttered, "hey."

"hey." you beamed at him as you closed the door, "my manager said you specifically asked for me. like me that much, huh?"

and you meant it as a joke. you even said it as a joke. but from the tip of his nose to the tip of his ears, he was tainted red at the sudden statement. he spluttered out meekly, "y-yes."

you sat down at your usual position too, keeping a safe distance away from him. "awh, you're adorable."

he blushed again, stealing his gaze away from you to stare at the floor again. you cooed, "do you wanna do something today, or just wanna talk?"

"uh... i had another question." you nodded, "sure. what's up?"

"do you have a boyfriend?"

your eyes widened. oh no. not this question. this was usually the question they asked when they wanted to see you outside of work... and seeing men outside of work was dangerous. you gulped quickly, acting on your thoughts even quicker, "yeah. we've been together three years."

"oh?" ness looked akin to a kicked puppy. "three years?"

that was a lie. there was no one in your life. absolutely no one. but this answer usually kept the men off of you. so, you nodded along the lie, "yeah. he's the absolute sweetest. he's really supportive of my job too—!"

and maybe you imagined it but you noticed anger mold itself in his irises. he fisted his hand, "oh?"

"yeah." you tried to maintain a cheerful expression, "why do you ask?"

"oh... no reason." he gave you a compliant smile, "was just going through a break-up, so, got... curious."

"it's okay, ness." you said his name so sweetly. so, so sweetly. how could ness ever let someone else be the reason you didn't call his name in that honey-tone of yours?

🎀─────♡

meet 03: here... all alone?

the next thursday, ness didn't show up. you couldn't help but feel his absence — or rather, the absence of cash that he gave you. from the past two weeks, the increment in your tips was highly rewarding. you had finally brought yourself a pair of shoes that you had been dying to buy. and now, you had hoped that with the next bout of tip, you'd buy a new purse that you had been eyeing.

but then, he never showed.

although dejected, you had made your peace with it within a few hours. from your last conversation, you had concluded that the man had probably taken your fake boyfriend story to heart and gotten heartbroken. well, whatever. he was just a client. a rich one, but a client nonetheless.

on saturday, you were off work. you had woken up late and to save a half-ruined day, decided to take yourself to grocery shopping. now, gliding through the produce aisle of the grocery store, you bumped into someone.

"okay. tofu, onions, bell pepper— ouch." you looked up at the sudden contact, your eyes tangling against familiar, kind set of eyes. your lips parted in shock, "n-ness?"

"hey." he smiled down at you kindly, "didn't expect to see you here."

you blinked up at him, once, twice, before regaining cognitive abilities. you laughed it off, "yeah- oh my god, me either. what're you doing here?"

"i live nearby." you scrunched your features at his answer, "you do?"

now, you didn't live in a bad part of town but... it was definitely not the wealthiest. most people around lived paycheck to paycheck and you didn't expect someone as affluent — for a lack of better word — as ness to be living nearby.

he gave you a soft smile, "what're you doing here... all alone? your boyfriend didn't come to help you shop?"

right. the boyfriend. you shrugged, expertly crafting a lie at the tip of your tongue, "oh he's really tired from work. i thought i'd surprise with some homemade food, y'know? trying to be a good girlfriend."

"i see. he's very lucky." ness peered into your cart, eyeing the ingredients, "but uh, those don't look like they'd be enough to fill the stomachs of two people."

"oh..." you laughed, your frenzied gaze quickly scanning over the single-serving proportions of your groceries, "well, i'd be ordering something in too. cannot cook too much cause i'm kinda lazy."

"if you were my girlfriend, i would do the cooking." ness muttered softly and you laughed to make the situation less awkward, "i mean... my boyfriend does help around the house. he's just tired today."

"i get it."

there was an unsteady beat between you two, one in which both you and him could do nothing but stare at each-other. at his strangling gaze, you felt a shiver start at the base of your neck and run down your spine in an electric jolt.

"okayyyy, then." you dragged the syllables, trying to finish up the conversation.

"well, it was nice bumping into you." ness gave you a final smile, "say hello to your boyfriend for me."

"of course!" you turned away quick, trying to hide your faltering expression, "see ya!"

you shopped quick, trying to avoid ness and to get out as soon as possible. even as you checked out your groceries at the self check-out, you couldn't help but feel someone's gaze boring holes into your back. the same, eerie feeling continued till you reached the gate of your apartment. god. what was up with that?

🎀─────♡

meet 04: praise me.

"hey." your manager called you as the clock struck nine on the next thursday, "the sad man's back."

"he is?" you mumbled to yourself, surprised at his sudden appearance. you had gone to the grocery store once more since your last visit but thankfully, hadn't come across alexis ness again. you had accepted your fate, chalking up that meet-up to a strange coincidence that had happened. but now... he was back again?

a nasty feeling churned in your gut and your manager took notice of it, "are ya okay? you seem outta it."

"uh..." you stalled, "yeah. i'm fine."

"is he bothering you?" she quirked up an eyebrow, "did he do something?"

he wasn't bothering you. he wasn't. he hadn't even done something weird. both of those statements was untrue. you were just on edge for some reason, and alexis ness couldn't have been possibly the source of it. maybe... you were just acting paranoid. yeah, that was probably it. probably.

you swallowed down the bile rising to your throat and nodded, "yeah, don't worry. 205, right?"

"hm. 205." your manager commanded easily and you nodded, "yeah, be right there."

this time around, when you twisted the doorknob to open the door — you found the man sitting up straighter. his posture was well, gaze intently locked onto your figure as soon as you walked in through the gate.

"hey, ness..." you gave him a polite smile, motivated by nothing but the thought of the money you'd make at the end of this hour.

"hey... uh, come sit." and this time, he didn't scoot to the extreme.

you sat down on your position, maintaining a small distance between you two. smiling kindly, you asked, "so, what do you want to talk about today—?"

"not that." he interrupted you, a greedy look flickering in his usual kind, brown eyes. he licked his lips, "i-i wanted something else."

you face bunched, "like?"

"i want you to..." he paused and your heart hammered in your chest, afraid of what the next few syllables will be. he drew in a short breath, trembling at the fate of his own words, "praise me."

"praise you?" you echoed back, part-confused and part-relieved. of course, this wasn't the strangest of request you had ever received. it was tame.

his features grew unsure, "uh, that's okay right?"

"yeah. yeah." you gave him a curt nod, "how exactly do you wish for me to praise you?"

"just uh-" his trembling hands slowly moved to his lap, his voice already breathy, "just anything. give me anything, beautiful."

your eyes widened at his statement, not because it was absurd but because it was coming from ness — shy ness, can't-even-hold-eye-contact ness. now, his rough palm was ghosting over the bulge in his jeans.

"okay." you swallowed, "do you want me to do anything else? undress or do you want my hand instead of yours—?"

"no. no." he sounded somewhat horrified at your proposal of giving him a handjob. his voice was short as he babbled, "no. if you touch me- if i touch you— no. no. just... just start."

"okay." your voice turned sweeter, the words flowing like heavenly streams of water through his ears, "you're doing so good, ness."

his breath quickened, eyes fluttering shut as your nectar-like syllables rung in his ears, "do it just like that, yeah. touch yourself. does it feel good?"

his lips parted softly, "y-yes."

"don't you want to feel yourself properly, baby? you can take off those jeans." but he shook his head, "no..."

"just like this, then?" you cooed, "that's alright. whatever my pretty boy wants, he gets."

"whatever i want?" he echoed back, never opening his eyes. you nodded, still cooing, "whateverrr he wants."

"i... i want you."

seeing his statement as nothing but dirty talk, you played along, "you want me? you already have me, baby." you leaned in closer to him, "right here."

the man shuddered at the sudden closness. his eyes were still clenched shut and the apples of his cheek were tainted red as you kept babbling. "you're so pretty, ness. i wish you could see yourself right now — face red, hands trembling... you're so, so pretty as you please yourself to my voice."

"hahh- f-fuck." his hip bucked upwards as he tried to gain more friction even with the layers of denim separation. he swallowed down the curses on the tip of his tongue, "tell me- tell me you love me."

your character broke, "w-what?"

his eyes opened wide, irises trained directly at you, "tell me you love me."

"i-" you tried to twist the words, "i love the way you're doing it—"

"no." he was stern, "say 'i love you.'"

taken aback by the sudden intensity, you had no choice but to utter, "i... love you, ness."

with a soft hiss and violent jerk of his pelvis, he came undone within the next few seconds. his body coughed up a shiver and you noticed a wet patch growing on the fabric of his jeans.

"you came?" you asked innocently as if you hadn't caused this and ness nodded, "yeah. i- uh, you can go now."

"already? we still have about forty-five minutes left."

he averted his eyes from you, reverting back to the same shy man that you had met for the first time. "i heard all i wanted to. if- if i go further, i'd regret it."

regret it? what did he mean?

you had taken your leave, just about to slip through the door when ness called out to your meekly, "d-does your boyfriend like it when you praise him?"

"uh..." you stared at the man, taken aback with his sudden obssession with your pretend-boyfriend, "he's not the praise type of guy, y'know?"

"he's really missing out then, isn't he?" he gave you a small smile and you nodded quickly, trying to leave the room.

what was his deal?

🎀─────♡

meet 05: spread wiiide open.

by the next thursday, ness was back to his regular schedule. showing up at nine in the night, you were already prepared to get summoned to 205.

this time too, he looked at you when you entered. if anything, this time... something had shifted in his demeanor. it seemed like he was staring at you, refusing to look away from anything and everything at all. his eyes scanned your beautiful face, coming down to your barely-covered tits and the sway of your hips as you walked.

once you approached the loveseat, ness stood up. you gave him a pointed look, "what's wrong, ness?"

"n-nothing." he bit his trembling bottom lip, "you can sit down."

"okay?" you sat yourself down. peering up at the man, you gave him your best doe-eyes, "you don't wanna sit?"

"no." he swallowed quickly, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. staring at your face, he muttered, "i'm gonna ask you something."

"yeah, sure."

"spread your legs for me." he whimpered at his own statement, "please."

following his request, you parted your thighs. the pair of lingerie bottoms that you had on were beautiful, lacey, enticing. knowing how the request usually went, your fingers flew to the waistband, ready to take it off. but ness' voice pitched up, "n-no! don't take it off."

quizzical, you asked, "what then...?"

"just..." he kneeled in front of you, lodging himself in the space between your parted thighs while still maintaining a safe distance from your fabric-clad cunt. he licked his lips, his eyes focused on your core and his voice wobbled, "t-touch yourself."

"through my underwear...?"

"yeah." he breathed out, "don't take it off. i don't know what i'd...do if i see you fully."

although perturbed by his request, you decided to comply with the man on his knees. bringing two experienced fingers to your hot core, you touched your sensitive nub through the little fabric. at your pressing and prodding, a small wet patch formed on the soft cloth.

ness groaned at the sight, one palm of his being used to press down on his clothed bulge. he didn't take off his eyes from your cunt, whispering, "keep going."

you circled your clit, using the buildup of honeyed slick to glide the fabric against yourself. biting down a moan, you continued the rapid motions and ness' flickered up his gaze to your flushed face, "make noises."

your lips parted, eyes meeting his as your back arched, "nghh— fuck."

"no." he leaned forward slightly and you swear you found his eyes roll back at the erotic smell. he repeated himself, still intoxicated by you, "no. say my name... moan my name."

your fingers crawled to a halt, your mind still processing his intimate request when ness spoke up again, "don't stop. please."

you quickened the pace of your doughy fingertips, rubbing the fabric against the fluttering bundle of nerves as alexis ness' name overtook the tip of your tongue, "oh-ohmygod... n-ness."

"yeah," he groaned, pressing down and palming his bulge in return. there was not one inch of contact between you two, nothing but a strange agreement you two had found yourself in. the pit of your stomach felt like an abyss, your own delicate fingers bringing yourself to your demise.

and as a tremor built up in your thighs, you choked out a sickly, sweet moan, "'m gonna- fuuuck, i'm gonna cum, ness."

"yeah?" his eyes glossed over at your admission, "you're... close?"

you nodded feverishly, not stopping the slimy motions of your fingers against your swollen, clothed clit. you managed out, "y-yeah..."

he swallowed, "you're gonna... cum in front of me?" you nodded again and the man hissed, palming himself harder, "'m close too."

and as your back arched and your pretty lips trembled out a sigh, ness groaned too. his head was thrown back, eyes watery from your heavenly sight. he choked out, "t-thanks."

you had barely recovered from the orgasm when ness stood up, his limbs shook and a similar wet patch was adorning the clothes 'round his nether regions. he sighed out, "y-you can go."

as always, alexis ness tipped you heavily and then, you left room no. 205.

🎀─────♡

meet 06: knock, knock.

"i mean i don't know, maybe it's my conscience." you muttered as your coworker squeezed down on your arm, both re-assuring you and stabilizing you as you two walked down the streets to reach the subway.

she reprimanded you, "no! a woman's intuition is almost always right. if you feel like someone's watching you, you should be careful."

"maybe..." you answered back and the girl walking next to you asked, "is there anyone from work that's following you? some man?"

a certain purple-haired man came to thoughts but you shook your head no because you had never actually seen anybody follow you. on many occasions while walking, you had whipped your head back only to be met by stark absence of anyone. you had started to convince yourself that it were in your head. that thought was even more terrifying.

"it's okay. you know, i live nearby." your work-friend went on, "if you feel like something's weird, call me and i'd try to be there as soon as possible."

you gave her a tight-lipped smile, "thanks."

two hours later, you were in the shower. the hot water washed over the ache and stress from your muscles and you sighed as you lathered shampoo onto your head. humming a random tune, you washed down the soap suds under the steady stream of water and watched them disappear down the drain.

once done, you continued humming the same tune as you wrapped the towel around your body. stepping out of the shower, your footing fell gently on the wooden floors as you walked to the bedroom. the bottoms of your feet left small imprints of water in their wake behind you.

standing in front of your dresser, you sifted through the neat rows of clothes to find something comfy to slip into, but as you pulled out a tshirt, a chill transversed through your spinal cord... and then, your phone started ringing.

you turned around at the abrupt ringing, staring at the electronic device as an unknown number flashed in your phone.

clutching your towel to your chest, you leaned forward to pick it up. your voice waivered slightly, "h-hello? who is this?"

"hey." a familiar, soft voice reached you through the speaker. your heart hammered in your chest, sweat beading at your hairline at the familiarity. "n-ness?"

"oh," he whispered softly, as if in utter bliss. "you recognize... me?"

the blood roared in your ears, your heart thumping stronger and stronger against your ribs as you replied carefully, "wh-where did you get my number from?"

"ofcourse i had it."

but he shouldn't have. giving out personal information like real name, or number, or address was forbidden. your workplace couldn't legally give that sensitive information, and you knew for a fact that you never gave him your number yourself.

"oh, no. don't worry." he cooed, "your workplace didn't give me your number. i found it... all by myself."

there was this slight lilt to his voice... something akin to victory. your skin crawled at how happy he sounded at his admission, your throat closed up as you choked out, "what do you want from me?"

"oh nothing..." he called out your name and your heart dropped to your stomach, "wh-what the fuck?! what did you j-just say?"

"oh..." he quietened, "don't stumble like that, you might have a heart attack." he paused, soaking in his own words, "well, if you did... i suppose i could always take you to the hospital right away. that's what you do with loved ones, right?"

what the fuck did he mean?

"are you..." your mouth felt dry, dry like it had been devoid of water for three long summers. you tried swallowing but all in vain. "are you nearby?"

"i'm way nearer than you can imagine."

your head whipped up, looking around your bedroom as if he would just be standing there. you whimpered, clutching your towel tighter against your body, "w-what... what do you want?!"

"open the door." he called your name again and your frenzied gaze ran to the wooden bedroom door. you traced the woodwork slowly, and noticed a blocky shadow at the base. your head spun, your weak knees almost giving out as he continued, "i would open it myself but i want you to let me in with your permission."

y-your permission? he was in your house, and now he wanted your fucking permission?!

you inched closer to the door, your wobbling limbs barely supporting your half-clothed figure. with shaking fingers, you reached for the lock, trying to lock him out and calling for the cops. though sweat broke over each inch of your formerly-clean skin, you managed, "i-my boyfriend... he'd come any second now. l-leave... leave while you can."

but ness was quicker, "oh, your boyfriend? that guy that doesn't exist?"

your jaw sagged open, "n-no... he's coming- he is." you chanted, "he is, he is- believe me."

"don't lie to me." his voice sound like it was being accompanied by a smile, "if there was another man in your life... he'd be long gone by now. i'd make sure of it."

a beat, then, "open the door."

your eyes darted between the knob and the lock.

"don't lock it." his usually timid voice was so, so loud in your ear. your hands shook, tears burning at the edge of your lash-line as he continued, "i can always just break it down. be a good girl and open it for me..."

"p-please go... away." you whimpered again, your hand frozen in air, still hovering over the lock. ness' voice was innocent, "but i love you."

"i-" he cut your wobbling words off, "you said you love me too, right?"

you parted your lips but no voice came out. ness' voice filled in the nightmarish silence, "open the door. c'mon."

weighing your lack of options against the weight of the man standing just outside your bedroom door, you inched your hand closer to the door knob. the met underneath your skin felt molten hot, charring your skin as you twisted it open.

your quick steps fell backwards, trying to distance yourself from the door as quickly as possible. the door creaked open inch after inch after inch and finally he came into view.

you rushed behind your bed as if that would help against the man in front of you. he gave you a polite smile, stepping through the doorstep, "you have a beautiful house."

"n-ness..." you barely managed out, not sure if you were begging for mercy, repentance or his absence.

"when you say my name like that..." he trailed off as he took languid steps forward. you held up a plam, backing yourself till there was no place other than the cold wall against your back. your frenzied gaze met his, "w-what do you want?"

"you." he stepped closer, meeting your eyes, "you told me, remember? whatever i want, i get. i'm your pretty boy, right?"

"i was doing my job—"

he brought a swift hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together and hissing at the contact, "don't lie. it was more than that."

your eyes watered, words lodged into your voice box like they were daggers. you couldn't speak. even if you could, what would you possibly say?

"oh..." ness hummed, "where's your little boyfriend, now?"

tears pooled at the edge, falling down in fat droplets down your face, "p-please."

he leaned forward, his thumb immediately catching the tear. his features molded into confusion, "why're you crying? you love me, right?"

he repeated, something corrupt in his once-kind smile as he leaned in close. his lips ghosted over yours, "right? and you'd never... ever replace me. never."

a/n: this is NOT normal, do NOT try to replicate this in real life. NOT PROOFREAD. m.list

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♡ "ᴀʟᴇxɪs ɴᴇss ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs" ──

── .✦ wc 1.2k

alexis ness is a malewife. infact, he actually enjoys cooking and cleaning, to your great delight. on sunday mornings, you’d always wake up at around 10:00 to the sound of a hoover. and, again, you’d always ignore it, but that was until you’d suddenly be lifted off the bed. alexis would be carrying you off like a princess, just so he could change the bedsheets again.

he’d always cook you 5 course meals, something meant for resturants and not just for two people in an apartment. he once said “i made panna cotta, but it didn’t quite set right so I made three other variants. wanna taste test?”, while you were still in your pyjamas.

you’re not even sure if you’ve even eaten the same dinner twice, like ever.  

“oh my god, alexis, how much did this cost?” you cut duck à l'orange with a raise of the eyebrow. “where are you even getting this money? do you do drugs?” 

alexis is taken aback, he raises his eyebrows and laughs. “yesterday you asked me if the smell in the boot of my car was dead bodies, you’re always suspecting me of something terrible!” 

however, when you’d cook it would be a mess. it’s not like you were bad, it’s just that alexis would try and get you to cook the most difficult stuff. he’d honestly have so much hope in you as well, telling you that you were doing great when your meringues looked like a blob because you accidentally added egg yolk. 

“seriously, if we were to ever have kids, you’d be the pregnant one.”  

alexis, who was originally hugging you from behind, took a step back. “are you saying you’d impregnate me??” 

“yes.” 

alexis ness paints you, to try and remember moments that weren’t photographed. the first time you caught him doing so, you were seriously shocked. it was evening after a new year’s celebration, and he was peacefully painting away, something you’d never seen him do before. he’s talented – seriously talented. the way he draws you is so ethereal, he captures your features perfectly. 

“alexis… is that me?” 

he gets a little embarrassed to be caught in the act. “haa… yeah… i just thought you looked so georgeous smiling like this, im sorry, this is so creepy-” 

that’s when you throw your arms around him, hugging him from behind. 

“no, no alexis. this isn’t creepy at all. never say that again.” 

the painting was you smiling, your nose scrunching up, something he would always complement you on. you recognise it. it was the moment the fireworks went off, when you had grinned at him. 

“it’s beautiful.” you mutter. 

alexis ness does not understand jokes. when you’d try to tell him one, he’d simply stare at you with his big eyes, taking you completely seriously. if you told him aliens landed in the backyard, he’d leave with a tray of pastries in hand, saying “i hope they like almond.” 

for example, after complementing his shower gel: “how do you know what shower gel I use?” alexis asks, looking over at you as the two of you sat in bed. 

you laugh, as if he doesn’t leave it in the shower all the time. 

“it’s because i’ve installed cameras in the bathroom, alexis.” 

the man in question goes completely still, staring at you, shock on his face.  

“wait… really?” he says, lips agape. 

“yeah. i watch you all the time.” you say, expecting him to catch on. 

an hour later, you see him on the sink, trying to inspect the air vent to check for any cameras, actually about to fall off. 

“oh my goodness, honey, i was joking!” you say. that was a mistake. it startled alexis, making him loose his balance and fall of the sink, making the bathroom shelf fall down as well. both your toothbrushes fell into the toilet. your £100 perfume crashed onto the floor and split into a million pieces, he hit his head against the glass of the shower and got a minor concussion, rubbing his head and saying “oops, my bad…” 

safe to say, you were much more transparent with your jokes. 

alexis ness unironically watches kids shows, trying to convince you that they’re actually deep. 

“what could possibly be so interesting about toy story?” you mutter, rubbing his back as he cries after finishing it for the umpteenth time.  

“it’s so good! i used to watch it hoping my toys will come alive, i’ve kept them just in case…” he sniffs, wiping the tears away. it makes your heart melt. although you will never understand what could possibly make him so emotional, you will always try. so you kiss his cheek, hugging him tighter as you nod. 

“you know, with the amount of times you hope for it to happen, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re crawling onto our bed at night.” 

alexis suddenly stops, and giggles. “wait, no, don’t put that image in my head! that’s freaky.” 

alexis ness surprisingly isn’t scared when going on rides. you could be hanging upside 1,000 ft in the air and he’d just comment on how pretty the sky is. It’s the same with haunted houses. You went to one for Halloween, and he was admiring the decorations instead of running from the zombie in front of him. 

“the fake blood looks so real! i wonder how they did it – did they use chocolate and corn syrup with food colouring or just cornstarch?” he says, inspecting it and pointing, as if you weren’t shaking in your boots. 

“alexis, how exactly do you know this?” you muttered, but you don’t think he heard you. 

he’d even complement the actors, giving them tips. 

“the costume is amazing, it really looks like you’re missing a limb! and your scream has really nice resonance, do you do vocal lessons?” he told a goblin that was staring at him with confusion. “just one thing, i recommend going in the corner where the light doesn’t touch, so when people walk past you can really spook them.” 

you could only stare in disbelief as alexis started actually befriending the goblin. 

alexis ness would never admit he’s jealous. he’ll just go, “i trust you. why would i be jealous?” with a tight smile as he wipes down the already spotless kitchen counter for the third time in one hour. but then... he’d start casually (not so casually) bringing up the person you were talking to earlier: 

“that guy at the gym? he had really defined delts. do you like delts?”  “do you want me to do more arm workouts? should I become a bodybuilder?” 

if you keep talking about the other person… alexis starts outperforming them. 

did they mention they bake? suddenly alexis is baking three-tier mousse cakes with edible gold and saying, “Oh, it’s just something I whipped up. No big deal.” 

are they into movies? alexis is now speedrunning entire seasons, casually quoting characters at dinner while you stare at him like: 

“when did you even watch this??”  “last night. i didn’t sleep. do I have bags under my eyes? i wanted to be up to date.” 

alexis doesn’t pick fights.  he just stands next to you when the other person comes around, smiling politely, but radiating “i will destroy you with kindness” energy. 

the person will be like, “ness! nice to meet you.” 

and alexis is there with: 

“likewise. i’ve heard so much about you. i hope your hamstring injury is healing well—oh, was that supposed to be private? my bad.”   

🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮ ⁻ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᴼ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ, ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉ૧ˢ!

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ratio angst ratio angst ratio angst x female reader pretty pretty please

.note. you asked for it and here it is! (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

𓂅new order. "tarte aux fraises and a pain au chocolat."

Fiancé

pairing. dr ratio x fem!reader cw/genre. angst, arguments, ratio being a jerk, some comfort, mentions of loss/miscarriage, more angst synopsis. you love your fiancé after all, right?… right? full menu

Of course another day you both are bickering...again.

He was reading some boring books about a topic he's interested in when he noticed you walking near him, and as usual his eyes are already trained on you, but he just continues reading, acting as if he's not even noticing you right at that moment.

Yet his mind is slowly shifting its attention towards you, and of course he can't deny how annoyed he feels because of the fact that you both just had another stupid argument, and because of his proud and fucking logical personality of his, he just couldn't bring himself to approach you or say anything after what he said to you.

And his stoic face just remains unreadable at that moment, continuing to read his book but his mind is now elsewhere and thinking of.. you. Or at least is what you want to think.

After taking a good look at you, he spoke.

"Did you needed something?"

The question came out in an indifferent tone to him, as if he doesn't even care and is just asking you just because he felt like it. His eyes still on the book.

He heard you let out a deep huff, which makes him internally roll his eyes.

He heard you mumbling something under your breath, which didn't go unnoticed by him, and he finally put down the book on his lap, lifting his gaze up so he can look at you now.

"What was that? Care to speak up?"

He questioned in a cold tone, his eyes not leaving yours, watching how your expression changed immediately as soon as his gaze is now on you. He patiently waited for your next words, and all that he can think about was how you two just had a trivial argument and here you are again, just.. bicker like you always do.

"Could you prepare me something to eat?" You dared to speak, raising your voice a little more.

He was always the one who cooked, but not because you don't know how to cook, or well, you know the basics, almost little, it was because you are afraid of fire.

It wasn't even a surprise to him on how you're acting right now.

He rolled his eyes at you.

"No."

He replied shortly, his tone blunt and cold. He then picked the book up and resumed his reading, acting as if he could care less about your presence right at the moment.

If you wanted to eat anything, you'd have to make it yourself. He was not going to give in that easily.

Your heart sank at his cold response.

You couldn't believe how unreasonable he was being.

"Please. I'm hungry." You tried again, not in a demanding voice, but in a pleading one, hoping that he would give in, but knowing him, he probably won't.

He let out a sigh, as if your plea had annoyed him more than it should. He closed the book and put it away from his lap, his eyes now looking up at you.

"If you're hungry, you should learn how to fix yourself something to eat." He said in a cold tone.

Your face fell at his response.

You just wanted a meal, just a little bit of kindness.

"But I don't know how."

You mumbled quietly, your head hanging low.

"It's time you learn. Or just starve. I don't care."

His tone was firm, showing no sign of sympathy or empathy towards you and your situation.

Your heart clenches at his words.

You could feel your heart tightening in your chest, feeling as if you can't breathe for a moment.

Collecting your little dignity left at the time, you went to another part of the department. Just come back a few minutes later.

You slowly approached where he was sitting, now checking his phone.

And just as you opened your mouth to say something, he spoke first.

"I'm busy,"

"Please, Veritas."

You said in a pleading voice, hoping that he'd at least show a little bit of mercy.

But of course, he just shook his head and looked at you with a cold, emotionless gaze.

"And I told you, no. Stop being so dependent."

"But-" You were about to protest.

He was being cold again.

"No buts. My answer is final." He retorted in a stern tone, interrupting you once again before you could even say anything more.

Of course he'd be like this.

Your heart sank. You felt the lump on your throat forming.

"You need to learn to be independent and stop depending on me for every damn thing. It's not my job to feed you. You're not a child anymore."

He said, his tone cold and firm.

You sighed again and left the living room, just to go to your shared room.

You thought for a few more minutes, it wasn't the best idea, but you were really hungry. So you grabbed your cell phone and opened the fast meals home app.

You were choosing a good choice of the big variety.

As you were on the bed, choosing, you heard footsteps approaching the room, and soon enough the door opened slowly.

There, you saw your boyfriend leaning against the frame, looking at you. He had a bored expression on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Damn, he even followed you to the room?

You hesitated for a moment, you didn't want him to question you right now.

But you knew you had no choice, he already found out.

"Ordering food," you muttered quietly, avoiding his gaze.

He was silently studying your face for a moment, his eyes scanning your expression and body language, and for some reasons, he looked a bit annoyed.

He approached the bed and skillfully removed your phone from your hands

"It's a bad way to spend our money," he said.

"Go, cook you something," he added, as he left the room, with your phone.

You felt your heart sink deeper again. That hurt.

He wasn't being caring, he didn't even care about you. He was being rude and cold as usual, just when you expected him to show a little understanding, even just a little bit.

You bit your lower lip.

Of course, he wasn't going to allow you to order food. You should've known better.

He knew you had a hard time being in the kitchen, and he still has the audacity to do this.

You sat there for a long time, before finally deciding to get up and go to the kitchen. You wanted to prove to him that you could do it, that you weren't incompetent.

You entered the kitchen with a heavy heart.

As you look around the kitchen, you were slightly overwhelmed with the task at hand. You were unsure of what to make, and you felt your stomach rumble with hunger.

You wanted to cry in frustration.

You opened the fridge, looking for anything that was easy enough for you to make. But the more time you spent looking, the more intimidated you felt.

As your eyes scanned the various ingredients, you let out a deep sigh. You had no idea what to do.

For once, you just wish he could've helped you, or at least not be such a cold jackass when you needed him to.

You took longer than you expected, even having to clean up the big mess you had done in the kitchen.

With a knot in your chest and throat, you walked to the table with the plate in your hand.

It was the most horrible thing you've ever seen and done.

It didn't even look like food, much less edible.

But you had no choice.

You sat at the table, while you ate what you had prepared.

You couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

Your blurred view made it almost impossible to see what was on the plate, while you occasionally felt your salty tears while taking bites of food.

Was this his way of punishing you for the fight you two had?

As you ate, your mind drifted to the moment you and him had argued.

You knew it was a stupid fight, over something silly as always. You both always argued over small things, and it always ended with him being cold and aloof, and you feeling frustrated and upset.

You wondered if you two would ever be able to go back to how you were in the beginning.

The days when he was sweeter and more affectionate, the days when arguments were rare, and the days when you felt truly loved and appreciated by him.

You were deep in your thoughts when you heard a phone ringing, bringing you back to reality.

It was coming from the living room, probably his.

But as you were about to get up, you heard your boyfriend walking towards the kitchen instead.

He was holding his phone in his hand, and he looked slightly surprised when he saw you.

He approached the table and sat in the chair opposite you.

He leaned his elbows on the table, still holding the phone, and he gave you a strange look.

The expression on his face was unreadable to you.

His reddish eyes scanned you, taking in how you looked.

You must look awful right now.

You are still crying, your eyes were probably red and swollen, and you were sure your face was a mess.

He didn't say anything at first. He just looked at you, his gaze flickering from your face to the plate in front of you.

You could tell he noticed the mess you had made in the kitchen, probably because you can't cook properly, a fact that he's well aware of.

He still wasn't saying anything.

His eyes still on you.

You felt his gaze, you could feel it burning through you.

Eventually, he broke the silence that was hanging in the air.

"You tried cooking, huh?" He said in a low, unreadable tone.

His tone was neutral, but you could sense a hint of something in it, but you couldn't quite tell if it was surprise, mocking, or something else.

You nodded in response, still trying to hold back your tears.

There was another moments of silence, as his eyes never left your face.

You were going to eat another bite of the raw, burnt food on your plate, but before you could, Ratio got up from his seat, grabbing your plate and fork and taking it to the kitchen.

When he did that, you didn't even look at him, you just looked at the table.

You were biting your lip so that the sobs wouldn't come out of your mouth.

'How humiliating,' you thought.

You stayed silently in your seat, hearing Ratio move around in the kitchen.

You were going to get up from the chair, it was already a few minutes and at least you wanted to go to your room.

But before you could get up from the table, he walked back into the kitchen and placed a plate of food in front of you.

You could smell the good food from the plate he had put in front of you.

His expression was not one of indifference as it often was, but there was something else.

You knew how to recognize that expression.

He didn't say anything, but the way he looked at you, it was different. There was a hint of guilt in his eyes. He looked almost hesitant.

He sat on the chair next to you.

"Eat, don't cry anymore," he said, while with one of his thumbs he wiped your wet cheek.

His gesture had surprised you.

You didn't expect him to be so sweet, especially since he had been so cold just a few moments earlier.

His hand lingered on your cheek for a few moments, but then he moved his hand away, still looking at you.

You nodded, swallowing a sob.

You loved your fiancé.

Fuck.

You two just had an argument in the middle of the street.

Why did this always happen?

It was a shameful thing to feel the glances of strangers walking near where you were.

You were both arguing loudly in the middle of the street, and passers-by couldn't help but look at you with surprise or annoyance.

They could probably feel the tension between you two.

Ratio had his usual expressionless expression on his face, while you were gesticulating and getting more and more frustrated.

"I don't understand why you can't just-!"

"I've told you time and time again-!"

You both were interrupting each other and not letting each other finish.

You could feel the eyes of the passers-by on you, some even stopped to watch the scene.

You were sure that you both looked like a couple of idiots fighting in the middle of the street.

"I don't care!"

You raised your voice and crossed your arms.

Ratio looked at you with irritation, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Stop being so stubborn."

He replied, his tone firm and cold.

"I'm not being stubborn, you just won't listen to me!"

You protested.

After one more exchange of words, you and he remained silent.

The cold air grazed your face.

The silence between you was deafening.

It felt like hours since either of you spoke, the only sound between you was the soft hum of the air.

Your heart was racing, you could hear your own breathing.

He was just staring directly at you, his unreadable expression.

You didn't want to say anything, but you were forced to do it, because you two still couldn't go home.

"We need to buy groceries," you said, without gesticulating the words too much.

Ratio clenched his jaw slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, he started walking, passing by you without saying a word.

You sighed, following him closely.

The atmosphere between you remained tense and silent as you both walked to the nearby store.

The walk to the store was uncomfortable and silent.

You two just walk side by side, not saying anything or making eye contact.

But you felt his presence next to you.

He had his hands in his pockets, and he look straight ahead, his expression impassive.

As you two approached the store, you suddenly felt his hand brush against yours.

His touch was fleeting, and it was almost like it was an accident.

You were surprised by the touch, but you didn't pull away.

For a brief moment, his fingers gently grazed the back of your hand, and you felt a slight shiver run down your spine.

But as soon as it happened, he quickly withdrew his hand, putting it back in his pocket. He didn't look at you, his face completely impassive.

You felt a bit confused by his sudden gesture.

You glimpse at him from the corner of your eye, trying to see if he had done it intentionally or if it had been an accident.

His expression was still the same.

You were so damn weak for him.

When you two got to the grocery store, you started grabbing some products.

You both were silent, still not speaking as you moved around the store.

You tried to focus on shopping and not on the tension between you two.

As you walked together down one of the aisles, he suddenly spoke.

"We're out of coffee mix," he said in a low, cold tone.

You looked at him, noticing the way his eyes glanced at you for a moment.

That was the first thing he'd said since the argument.

You thought for a moment before answering.

"Yeah, I know," you replied quietly.

There was a noticeable lack of warmth and affection in your tone.

The air between you was still tense, the argument still unresolved and both of you still upset with each other.

As you two walked past the coffee aisle, you noticed how his eyes shifted to the small coffee packets.

He looked at them for a moment, a flicker of thought in his eyes.

For your part, you took a brand of coffee that you liked before you did the action of placing it in the shopping cart.

However, before you could put the coffee mix into the cart, Ratio snatched it from your hand.

He look at the packaging of the item for a moment, his eyes scanning the label.

"This one is too sweet," he said, still holding the packet in his hand.

You couldn't help rolling your eyes.

"I like it," you said in a defiant tone.

He ignored your reply and put the packet back on the shelf.

Instead, he recorded another packet from the shelf that was next to it.

It was a darker, stronger-looking mix than the one you wanted.

"This one is better," he said bluntly.

You grabbed another packet of the shelf by putting it in the shopping cart.

"We agreed that we were going to take turns for the brand," you said, trying to close the issue.

Ratio glanced at the packet you had put in the cart, and he frowned.

He grabbed it from the cart and put it back on the shelf.

"If I hadn't made you remember that we're out of coffee, you wouldn't care," he said, placing the instant coffee brand he liked in the cart.

You felt a sense of irritation rise up in you.

Why couldn't he accept your option when it was your turn to choose?

"Veritas, it's my turn to choose," you said firmly. "You should respect that."

Ratio just looked at you with a cold expression, as he put another packet of that coffee mix in the cart.

"I'm not going to waste money on a bad product," he said bluntly.

'He's behaving like this just because of the argument?', you thought.

You were starting to become frustrated with the whole situation.

First the unresolved argument in the middle of the street, and now he was acting like an annoying child just because he didn't like your coffee choice.

"You're behaving like a child," you said, looking straight at him.

His eyes met yours, and there was a hint of irritation in his expression.

"I'm not the one being ridiculous right now," he replied, his tone cold.

You took your hand to the bridge of your nose, sighing exasperately.

"You know what? Fine, choose that one."

Then you put the brand of coffee you liked inside the cart. "I'm going to pay for this with my money," you said, as you closed the conversation.

You knew it was a waste to buy two different brands of coffee, but you weren't going to fall behind on this.

Ratio looked annoyed by your stubbornness, but he didn't say anything.

You both walked in silence down the aisle looking for the remaining items.

The tension between you two was still palpable, and the air felt thick.

You glimpse at him from the corner of your eye, noticing how he was avoiding looking at you directly.

He looked slightly irked, his jaw clenched slightly.

You felt a bit annoyed seeing his expression, but you wouldn't say anything about it.

He had started all this.

Once you two finished shopping, you left the grocery store, handing out the bags to load, as you had never been a fan of seeing him carry all the shopping bags.

To great luck you had, it had started to rain.

As you stepped out of the store, you immediately felt the cold, damp air on your skin.

You shivered slightly, feeling the raindrops hit your face.

You look up at the sky, the rain falling harder now.

'This is just great,' you thought, feeling a mixture of annoyance and disappointment.

Ratio was by your side, looking equally as annoyed.

"Just perfect," he muttered, his voice low.

You both had to go back to the store so you could buy a simple umbrella.

Having the umbrella already, you started walking next to him.

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been so obsessed with that coffee mix," you said, looking at him with a slight edge in your voice.

Ratio just gave you a look, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"It's not my fault you have such terrible taste in coffee," he replied.

You didn't answer, you just rolled your eyes.

You were going to keep walking, but your sight stopped in your shoes, your laces were untied, so you had to stop.

Once you knelt down so you could tie your shoes, you had to leave the shopping bags on the floor for a moment.

As you began to barely grab your shoe laces, you felt the rain start to wet you again.

You quickly raised your head, watching Ratio, who was carrying the umbrella, continue walking.

Oh, you really thought he would stop.

"Hey!" you called out to him.

Ratio seemed to realize that you had stopped and he stopped walking.

He turned around and looked at you, an impatient expression on his face.

"What," he said, his tone cold.

You gave him an annoyed look.

"You didn't notice that I had stopped," you replied.

Ratio rolled his eyes, an almost unnoticeable gesture, but you caught it.

"I thought you would catch up," he replied, his voice still cold.

"Well, I can't tie my shoes and run at the same time," You muttered.

With nothing else to add, he turned around and continued walking.

You haven't noticed that yet.

But once you've finished tying your shoe laces, you got up from the ground, grabbing the shopping bags you left on the floor.

You saw him much further away, almost a block away from where you were.

Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that Ratio leave you behind.

You stayed there for a while, watching him walk, not even turning a little bit towards where you had stayed.

It was you and the heavy rain falling on you.

What a ridiculous thing. Again.

At least it would have been a nice time if you just liked the rain, but you didn't. You didn't like the rain, especially because you got sick easily.

And he knew that perfectly well.

You swallowed hard, before you started walking, without running or rushing your way to reach it.

'Idiot,' you thought.

You walked behind at a distance, keeping your head down.

Your clothes were already very damp, and you felt cold shiver run through your body.

The rain continued to fall heavily, making you feel more and more uncomfortable.

You shouted your teeth in irritation, frustrated that he had just left you behind like that.

He knew how much you disliked the rain, and yet he didn't care about it.

And why? Because you two had, again, an argument.

By the time you got to the apartment you shared with him, it took you a little bit to put the key in the lock, as your hands were shaking a little bit because of the cold.

Once you got in, you saw the bags he had on the table.

Oh, of course, he had arrived before you.

You walked inside, feeling your clothes sticking to your skin, drenched in rain.

You felt cold and tired, but you were too annoyed to do anything about it.

As you placed the bags in the table, you heard a noise coming from the bedroom. Probably Ratio who was changing clothes.

You didn't want to think about him right now, you just wanted go take a hot shower.

You started taking off your clothes, discarding them on the floor.

You then entered the bathroom, closing the door, and turned on the hot water on the shower.

The hot water streamed down on your body, warming you.

You stood under the water for a long moment, trying to warm yourself up, when you felt the door of the bathroom open.

Ratio stepped into the bathroom silently, taking off his clothes.

He walked over to the shower, opening the door, the hot water spraying on both of you.

You felt him behind you, his presence close to yours.

None of you said anything for a long moment.

The only sound was the water falling on your skin and the floor of the shower.

He was so close to you, physically but also so far away from you mentally. His chest just a few inches away from your back.

He put his hands on your waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles on your skin.

You felt a shiver run through your body, but not because of the cold.

His touch was slow, almost gentle.

But you moved, making his touch fade away.

Ratio noticed your movement, and he withdrew his hands from your waist.

You started washing your hair, ignoring the tension between you two.

He stayed there, just watching you, his gaze fixed on you.

You could feel his eyes on you as you washed your hair and body.

There was a tense moment of silence, as none of you spoke.

You didn't even look back at him, you didn't want to see his face.

The only sound was the water hitting your skin and the floor of the shower.

Until he spoke again.

"Do you want me to help you?" His voice came out calm, almost soft.

The question caught you a little bit on guard.

You didn't expect him to say that.

You remained still for a moment before answering.

"No, I can do it myself," you replied dryly.

You continued washing your hair, trying to ignore his presence behind you.

Ratio moved closer to you, standing right behind you.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his naked body just a few inches from yours.

He brought his hand to your hair, starting to massage the shampoo into your scalp.

His movements were gentle, almost tender.

Fuck. No matter how much you wanted to refuse his touch, you couldn't.

You were weak.

You felt his fingers massaging your scalp gently, and you involuntarily leaned back slightly into his touch.

This whole situation was messing with your head.

Here you were, showering with your boyfriend, with whom you had just had a pretty heated argument, and he was giving you such soft, tender touch.

You could almost forget your annoyance and anger at him. Almost.

Still, you stayed silent, not saying anything.

So as not to keep getting lost in his caresses, you finished washing yourself and left the shower.

Your feet wet the bathroom floor, as you walked into the bathtub, which you had filled with hot water.

You let yourself be immersed in the water, feeling your body relax.

Ratio finished washing his hair and body, and stepped out of the shower.

He turned off the water, recording a towel to dry himself.

He glanced at you in the bathtub, his eyes roaming over your water body.

He approached you.

He didn't say anything, but he looked at you, as if he was trying to read your thoughts.

"Can I go in too?" He dared to ask.

You looked at him, meeting his gaze.

His wet hair was falling over his green eyes, his face slightly flushed from the hot water.

You ended up nodding, not knowing where to move for, because you didn't know which side he wanted to sit on.

Ratio entered the tub quietly, moving to the opposite side of you.

You both stared at each other in silence, not knowing what to say.

There was a tension in the air, and the atmosphere felt so heavy.

You watched each other, your gazes locked together.

Then Ratio spoke.

"Come here" He said.

You flinched a little from his words, a bit surprised.

But his voice was gentle and almost tender, his eyes almost begging you to go near him.

You had tried to stay indifferent, but Ratio knew exactly what to say to get through to you.

Although at first you were reluctant, you ended up moving to his side of the bathtub.

You sat between his legs.

Ratio wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You felt his chest against your back.

His touch was light, almost reverently. His large hand moved over your stomach, tracing small circles over your skin.

He stayed silent, as if he were just enjoying the moment, having you in his arms.

You allowed yourself to lean on his chest, closing your eyes.

You sat there in silence, feeling Ratio's touch gently caress your stomach.

It was almost surreal, the way he was acting. As if the argument from before had been erased.

You began to relax into his arms, feeling the warm water of the tub, and his gentle caresses.

No words were spoken between you two, just the subtle sound of water.

His touch was almost soothing, and you felt the tension slowly slipping away.

You were definitely weak. And all because you loved your fiancé.

You had been patient, waiting every time he told you to wait.

There was something you had to tell him about, something that would change your life and his.

But as always, you had to be 'patient.'

You both were laying in the bed, in the dark silence of the night.

Ratio was asleep, while you laid there, wide awake.

You couldn't sleep, your mind filled with thoughts.

You had kept the information to yourself just because he had told you to wait patiently.

But you couldn't wait any longer. You had to tell him.

So you turned around, moving closer to him.

"Ratio." You called out his name in a low voice.

He stirred slightly at the sound of his name, his sleep disturbed.

He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the darkness.

Then he looked at you, his gaze a bit sleepy.

"What…?" He mumbled, his voice groggy with sleep.

You could tell he was a bit irritated at the fact that you had woken him up, but you tried to ignore his expression.

"I need to talk to you," you said, your voice low but firm.

Ratio groaned, but he sat up on the bed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Can this wait until tomorrow?" He said, clearly still tired.

You shook your head, your eyes fixed on his face.

"No, it can't wait until tomorrow," you insisted.

Ratio sighed, clearly irritated that you were interrupting his sleep.

"Honey, yes, you can wait until tomorrow," he said, settling back in bed.

"I have to work in the morning,"

And yes, the same thing happened in the afternoon and at night. You even tried again after a few days, but the same thing happened.

But you assumed it was okay, because you tried to be understanding. You'd have time to tell him later.

You hated fighting, especially if it was about being inside the car.

There were always the grave silences.

It was horrible.

The whole situation was horrific in itself.

You remember the last time you argue, you were also shopping.

You were putting things inside the car, and once you and he finished doing it, Ratio headed to the driver's seat.

You were going to sit in the back seat, as you were too uncomfortable to sit in the co-pilot seat.

But just as you had opened the door, you closed it, because it was a call from work.

"Yes, I know, I left the reports in the first drawer… No, on the one on the left," you started talking, walking a few steps away from the car.

It took you almost five minutes to realize that the car was no longer behind you.

Actually, you wouldn't have noticed that he left, because you only did it when you turned around.

"Ah, yes, forgive me… right, okay, I'll call you in a while," you spoke, in a low voice, almost necessarily.

And you hung up the call, now looking at the empty place in the parking lot.

The car was gone. Ratio was gone.

You felt the heart stop in your chest.

You just stood there in the middle of the parking lot, alone.

You almost couldn't believe that he had done that yet again.

Leaving you behind after an argument. Again.

That day you had to walk home, not because it was dramatic, but because your bag had been left in the back seat of the car. You thought about ordering a taxi, but they still didn't deposit your payment.

When you got home, he wasn't there yet, which was strange to you.

After a few minutes, he walked into the apartment and seeing you on the couch, he came quickly and hugged you.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice low.

Ratio held you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

You could feel his arms around you, holding you close, as if he was trying to keep you there.

What had really happened, is that when you closed the car door, he believed you were inside too. And because he was upset at the time, he didn't bother to see you through the rear-view mirror of the car.

And by the time he noticed and went back to the parking lot, you weren't there anymore.

You grabbed your seatbelt on you with one hand, touching and feeling the material under your fingertips.

"Why can't you be more responsible?"

He questioned.

His voice was cold and he looked annoyed, and there was no need to add that he was pissed.

"Can't I go to a party in peace without you lecturing me?"

You counterattacked him, returning the same hostility.

He let out a scoff, while making sure to concentrate on driving.

"You don't even know how to behave, or how to take care of yourself."

He shot you an accusatory glare.

You clenched your jaw tightly, barely containing your anger.

"I'm not a child, you know I can take care of myself just fine," you retorted through gritted teeth.

Ratio rolled his eyes, as if your statement was nothing but a foolish one.

"Please," he said, his tone mocking. "It's painfully obvious that you can't."

"Not like I need you to babysit me," you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ratio shot you an annoyed look before refocusing his gaze on the road.

"Obviously you do, considering the ridiculous decisions you make," he retorted, his voice filled with irritation.

You bristled at his comment, feeling your anger rise up.

"I don't need your constant lectures to know how to make decisions. I can manage my life just fine without your approval."

Ratio huffed, clearly not accepting your defiance.

"Clearly not, since you insist on continuing to act childish and irresponsible."

You wanted to snap back and tell him to mind his own business, but you held your tongue.

The ride continued in an icy silence, the tension in the car almost palpable.

Ratio kept his eyes fixed on the road, his face set in a stern expression.

You could feel his annoyance radiating off of him, but you refused to back down.

"Can't you just lighten up for once?" You finally broke the silence, letting your frustration show.

Ratio didn't look at you, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"I would if I didn't have to deal with your foolishness every damn day."

The words stung, and your anger flared up anew.

"Oh, so it's my fault that you're always in such a rotten mood, huh?" You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ratio let out a scoff, his patience clearly thinning.

"Perhaps if you acted like a proper adult, I wouldn't be so stressed all the time."

"I am acting like a proper adult," You snapped back, your temper starting to get the better of you.

Ratio gritted his teeth, his annoyance becoming more evident.

"And what, you want a pat on the back for that?" You clenched your fists, your irritation reaching new levels.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I deserve a bit of credit instead of getting lectured all the time."

Ratio huffed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Credit for what, exactly? Reckless behavior and lacking common sense?"

"Shut up, Veritas," You let go, with the feelings blossoming.

At those words, his irritation transforming into anger.

The air in the car became tense as the silence grew heavy.

"Excuse me?" He finally spoke his voice dropping an octave.

You knew you had crossed a line.

"I said shut up," you repeated.

"I can take care of myself and I know how to behave like a damn adult,"

Ratio abruptly pulled the car into the side of the road, parking the vehicle.

He turned to you.

"You truly think you're so capable, don't you?"

You met his gaze directly.

"I know I am," you retorted, your voice cold.

His gaze turned away from yours, looking forward.

"If that so then," you heard him mutter. But before you could answer that, you spoke again, this time in a tone of voice that you could understand clearly.

"Get out of the car,"

Your eyes widened in shock.

"What?"

You were taken aback by his words, not expecting him to say such a thing.

Ratio repeated his command, his voice firm.

"I said get out of the car. Now."

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing.

"But—"

"But nothing. Get out," Ratio cut you off, not allowing any further arguments.

His tone left no room for discussion.

"You can't be serious," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

But Ratio's expression was resolute.

"I am. Get out of the damn car."

You stared at him for a moment, feeling a wave of fear and anger mixed together.

The night air was cool, and the lack of streetlights made the deserted road feel even more isolated.

You instinctively brought a hand to your belly.

Then, you unbuckled your seatbelt with trembling hands.

Without saying a word, you opened the car door.

"Fine," you muttered, getting out of the car.

As you stood outside the vehicle, the cold wind hit you like a slap.

You looked back at Ratio, who was still seated inside, his expression unreadable.

"You said you can take care of yourself, right? So prove it." He said.

His words felt like a punch in the gut.

You looked around, noticing how deserted the area was.

You turned back to him, a mixture of anger and fear in your eyes.

"You can't seriously expect me to—" you started, but Ratio cut you off.

"You said you were an adult. Act like one."

And without waiting for an answer from you, he just started the engine, leaving you there.

The sound of the car engine growing fainter as it pulled away was like a dagger to your heart.

You were suddenly hit with the harsh realization of the situation.

You were alone in the middle of nowhere, with no other cars in sight.

The fear and anger you had felt earlier turned into a mix of anxiety and desperation.

You looked around, trying to figure out what to do next.

Again, your hand was directed at your belly.

You were scared for your safety.

Not to mention that the sudden, strong desire to cry was catching you.

You couldn't believe that Ratio had actually left you there, in the middle of nowhere.

You looked back at the road, silently hoping that Ratio would come back and tell you it was just a sick joke.

But deep down, you knew that wasn't the case.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly brushed them away, trying to hold them back.

You took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself.

While you were holding your hand in the same position as before, your thumb moved slightly, gently stroking the zone.

"It's okay," you said.

You didn't know how you did it, but you did, you were able to get to the apartment.

You had to walk a few blocks, because there was literally nobody in that area of the city.

That until you finally managed to order a taxi.

You're still somewhat anxious, because you really were lucky, those kinds of situations never go well.

You knocked on it and waited for a couple of seconds, until finally, the door opened, revealing Ratio with an irritated expression.

"You came back."

He said, his voice flat.

You didn't respond.

Instead, you pushed past him and entered the apartment, your heart was still racing.

You walked past him silently, but he closed the door behind you, then followed you.

The apartment was quiet, the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner.

With quick steps, you went to the main bathroom.

You closed the door behind you, leaning on the door as you felt like you were going to fall to the ground and cry.

You leaned against the cold surface, trying to catch your breath and calm the beating of your chest.

Tears filled your eyes once again, but this time you didn't hold back.

You didn't make any noise, but the tears were falling silently and unstoppably. Your throat burned.

He had left you alone on a deserted road, in the middle of nowhere, and for what?

To provide a point?

To teach you a lesson?

It was unfair, it was cruel, and it was hurtful.

You couldn't hold it in any longer, the tension and fear releasing themselves in shaky sobs.

You wished you had someone to be with you, to hug you. To love you.

Not even just a few moments later, there was a knock on the door.

The knocking made you freeze for a moment, as the sound cut through the quiet of the bathroom.

Ratio's voice came through the door.

"Are you okay in there?"

You quickly wiped your tears, not wanting him to see and hear you so vulnerable, even if he was the cause.

"Yeah," you said through the door, your voice strained and hoarse.

There was a long pause, and you could sense him hesitating on the other side of the door.

Finally, he spoke again.

"Can I come in?"

"No," You said, without letting your voice betray you.

Another pause, and you waited for him to argue.

But he didn't.

Instead, you heard his sigh from behind the door.

"Okay. But please come out when you're ready. We need to talk."

Without another word, he walked away from the bathroom door.

You listened to his footsteps retreating to the living room.

After a few minutes, you splashed your face with cold water, taking a few deep breaths before exiting the bathroom.

You walked to the living room, where you found Ratio sitting on the couch, his expression unreadable.

You stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting for him to start talking.

Ratio gestured to the seat next to him, inviting you to sit down.

You hesitantly sat down next to him, keeping a distance.

The silence between you was charged with tension.

Ratio seemed to be struggling to find the right words, and every passing moment felt like an eternity.

Finally, he spoke, his voice serious.

"I just want to make it clear that I didn't mean any harm to you," he started.

You didn't respond, still feeling the hurt from his actions earlier.

Even though you were supposed to talk, you didn't want to.

You just wanted to rest, so you could relax a little bit.

Ratio could sense your lack of enthusiasm, but he pressed on.

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

"Listen… I know that what I did was wrong, but-" he tried to speak, but you interrupted him with a look.

"No, no buts," you said, your voice firm.

"You left me there, on a deserted road, in the middle of nowhere. Do you have any idea how scared I was?"

Ratio wonced, clearly not expecting you to speak so directly.

You saw him open his mouth to say something else, but you spoke first.

"I want to sleep now," you said, so he understood you didn't want to have this conversation now.

Ratio's expression shifted.

But he didn't argue.

Instead, he nodded slowly, acknowledging your wish to end the conversation.

"Alright," he said softly.

You got up from the couch, walking to bedroom.

It might sound childish and all, but you didn't really want to share the bed with him.

So you grabbed your pillow and a blanket, as you left the bedroom.

You walked back into the living room, finding Ratio still sitting on the couch.

He watched as you made yourself a makeshift bed on the other couch with the pillow and blanket.

His eyes betrayed curiosity and confusion, but he didn't say anything.

You settled down on the makeshift bed, turning your back to him, signaling that you wanted to be alone.

Ratio stared at you for a moment longer, a mix of emotions etched on his face.

He seemed like he wanted to say something, but ultimately, he simply sighed again and returned his gaze forward.

He didn't try to persuade you to return to the bedroom.

You heard his footsteps away from the living room, which you mentally thanked.

You tried to sleep, settling on the couch.

The events of the day replayed on a loop in your mind, especially Ratio leaving you there.

You tried to push the thoughts away, but you couldn't.

Is that really the man you'd marry?

At this point, you didn't know if you loved your fiancé as much as before.

Three weeks had passed, and the events of that night had created an invisible barrier between you and Ratio.

There was constant tension in the air, and you often felt like you were tip-toeing around each other's emotions.

You continued to sleep on the couch in the living room, refusing to return to the shared bedroom.

Ever since the fight, you had been acting a bit distant with him.

Ratio hadn't apologed directly for the incident, but you knew he was sorry.

However, you could also see he didn't really know how to deal with the situation, so he mostly tried to avoid discussing it.

So Ratio seemed to be trying to mend things, offering small gestures such as bringing you coffee or suggesting you watch a movie together.

But you were still hurt, most of the time you flatly denies or just not taking the things he brought you.

Today, you were sitting on the couch, reading a book.

Ratio was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for both of you.

You could hear him moving around, the sounds of pots and pans clanking together.

It was a Saturday night, and neither of you had work tomorrow.

Finally, after a couple of minutes, Ratio walked into the living room, holding two plates of food.

He placed one in front of you, while he sat down in the chair next to the couch.

Both of you started to eat in silence.

The lack of conversation was becoming awkward. The only sounds were the clinking of forks against the plates.

Ratio tried to start a conversation, clearing his throat.

"How was the book you're reading?" He asked, attempting to engage you.

You looked up from your plate, making eye contact with him for the first time that evening.

"It's… fine," you responded, keeping your voice neutral.

Ratio nodded, struggling to find something else to say.

The silence returned, and the air thickened with tension.

Ratio tried once more.

"Listen… I've been thinking a lot about what happened and-"

You cut him off before he could say anything else.

"Don't," you said, your voice firm.

Ratio blinked, surprised at your interruption.

"But-"

"I said don't," you repeated, looking back down at your plate.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Ratio closed his mouth, clearly taken aback by your response.

He set his fork down, and you could see the frustration in his expression.

"How long are you going to keep ignoring the issue?" He asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes.

You knew where he was going with this conversation.

"…You're not even giving me a chance to explain," Ratio said, his frustration growing.

"Yeah, because I don't want to hear it," you retorted, your tone becoming harsher.

"You're being completely unfair, you know that?" He said, his voice rising.

"You're just acting like a goddamn child."

"How long are you gonna keep holding this over my head?" You said.

You dropped the fork on the plate half empty.

Ratio let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"Do you really want to carry this resentment forever?"

He leaned back in his chair, looking straight at you. "I'm sorry for what happened, okay? I already said it. What more do you want from me?"

You clenched your jaw, irritation building up inside of you.

"You're sorry?" You repeated back in a mocking tone.

Ratio slammed his own plate down on the coffee table, clearly losing his temper.

"I'm trying to fix this, but you won't even give me a chance!"

"Fix this?" You shot back, leaning forward on the couch. "You're the one who screwed up in the first place!"

"I know that," Ratio said through gritted teeth.

"And I apologized, didn't I?"

You stood up from the couch, your body filled with frustration.

"A very nice behavior of yours to be sorry!," you stated.

Ratio stood up from his chair too, his hands clenching into fists.

"Fine, I'll say it again. I'm sorry for what I did."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"I shouldn't have left you there alone. It was wrong of me. I wasn't thinking clearly. I was angry, and I took it out on you."

You stared at him.

"Oh, then you never think clearly?" You asked, your voice tinged with sarcasm.

"I said I was sorry!" Ratio exclaimed, his voice rising again.

"What more do you want from me? For me to grovel at your feet?"

You could see the anger and frustration in his eyes.

"Maybe some actual remorse and not just hollow apologies would be nice," you shot back.

Ratio's jaw tightened, and he took a step closer to you.

"You know what? I tried to be civil about this, but you're just acting like a spoiled brat. You're constantly playing the victim and never accepting any responsibility for your own actions."

You flinched at his words, feeling a pang of hurt in your chest.

"My own actions?" You echoed, your voice wavering.

"You're the one who put me in that situation in the first place. I was scared half to death, wondering if I was left to die there. And now, you have the audacity to pin all the blame on me?" Without even realizing it, you had started shouting.

You also approached him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" You spit, with one finger you pushed his chest as you spoke.

Ratio stumbled back a little, clearly not expecting your physical response.

He grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly. His grip was firm and bruising.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, or I-"

He stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes locking with yours.

The tension in the room was palpable.

You didn't back down, staring back at him defiantly.

You moved your arm backwards, causing it to release your wrist.

"You don't give a lot of fear," you let go.

"All the time, every time we fight, you didn't fail once," you started, as you held the wrist you'd grabbed before.

"You were always looking for something to make me feel bad. Were you punishing me? Or what the fuck was all that, Veritas?"

Ratio took a step back, his anger now mixed with shock at your words.

"Is that what you thought?" He asked, his voice taking on a bitter tone. "You thought I was punishing you? That I was trying to make you feel bad?"

You made a grimace.

"Oh, do you want me to remind you ones of the latest?" You asked, without waiting for an answer from him.

"You leave me in the parking lot, you refuse to make me food when you know I can't, I can never tell you something important, you threw me out of the car in the middle of nowhere," you continued.

"And what a coincidence, right? It's always after we argue!"

Ratio's expression darkened as you listed off the incidents.

He seemed to be struggling with his own anger and trying to find the right words.

"Those were all mistakes, accidents," he said through gritted teeth.

"You make it sound like I did it on purpose."

You laughed bitterly.

"Accident?" You repeated, shaking your head.

"Then you're just careless, that's it? You just keep making these accidents, and I'm supposed to pretend it's all fine?"

Ratio winced, clearly feeling the weight of your words.

"I didn't say it was fine," he replied defensively.

You could see the tension in his shoulders.

"Yes, I made mistakes, and I hurt you. But I'm trying to apologize and fix things, and you're just wallowing in self-pity and refusing to give me a chance!"

You were taken aback by his tone.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Self-pity?" You repeated, feeling a sense of anger boiling within you.

"You're the one who's in denial here! You keep pretending like it's all my fault."

You stepped closer to him, your voice raising.

"You're trying to shift the blame on me instead of acknowledging your own actions!"

You were going to continue, but you felt something strange in your belly, which made you remember.

"I was so excited to tell you something I imagined would change our lives!" You started.

"And what did you say? 'No, not now, tomorrow'"

"You had me with that for weeks!"

Ratio's eyes widened at your words, his jaw clenched tightly.

"So that's what this is about?" He retorted, his voice bitter. "You got mad at me just because I didn't want to talk right that moment?"

He took a step closer to you, his figure towering over you.

"I was tired and stressed, and you were pestering me with something so trivial."

You felt a pang of hurt hearing him call your news trivial.

"Trivial?!!" You exclaimed, your eyes brimming with tears.

"I didn't think you'd be this self-centered, Veritas," You said, your voice wavering.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check.

"I can't believe I'm going to marry such a person,"

Ratio's expression flickered for a moment.

"You're seriously questioning our relationship because of these stupid fights?" He said, his voice rising in frustration. "Are you that eager to give up on us?"

He ran a hand through his hair, looking at you with a mixture of anger and desperation.

Seeing that you didn't respond, he felt like he was on the edge of a cliff.

"If that's what you want, go ahead!"

"I don't want to marry someone like you either," Now he was talking to try to defend his frustrating desire to cry that he had.

His words stung like a blade.

"Fine then!" you said, your voice shaking.

You held back tears, determined to maintain your composure.

"Maybe we shouldn't get—"

"Maybe we shouldn't get married at all?"

Ratio finished your sentence, his voice trembling slightly.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hide the turmoil of emotions inside him.

"Go on then," he said, "Say it."

You took a deep breath, trying to control the lump in your throat.

The room was filled with the weight of your words, and a suffocating silence fell between you two.

"Maybe we shouldn't—" You repeated it, but before you could complete the phrase, a stabbing pain was centered on your belly.

You immediately took your hand there, letting out a slight scream.

Ratio immediately reacted to your cry.

He was started by the sound you made, and any remaining anger in his eyes faded to concern.

You saw him coming up and talking to you, but you didn't hear him.

With fear and pain you brought your eyes down feeling blood go through your legs.

Now the tears that hadn't fallen before, were deliberately starting to fall down your face.

You couldn't even tell him that you were pregnant, because probably after this, you're no longer pregnant.

Ratio's eyes widened in shock and horror as he realized the situation.

He quickly wrapped his arms around you, guiding you to sit on the couch.

Panic and fear overwhelmed him as he saw the blood staining your trousers and the tears streaming down your face.

His hands trembled as he took out his phone, dialing a number with shaky fingers.

You looked up for a moment, it was as if your ears had been covered for a moment.

At any other moment you could have made fun of him, because after all he was entering the panic, when you were sure that he had witnessed many cases like this, because after all, he was a doctor.

You saw him talking on the phone as he started running around the apartment, grabbing the car keys.

You wish you could have laughed at that moment.

Ratio was now in a state of complete panic, but he had to maintain some composure to take care of you.

He ended the call with the emergency services, quickly returning to your side.

His hands trembled as he tried to reassure you, his voice cracking as he spoke.

"It's going to be okay," he repeated again and again, trying to calm both you and himself. After all, those were the only words you came to understand at that blurry moment.

You didn't know what you would do now, you didn't know what he would do now.

The only thing you knew at the time was that after this, you would hate your fiancé.

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[kalithulium]

PLAYING ... MUTT BY LEON THOMAS

I SAID BABY, I'M A DOG, I'M A MUTT...

imagining ALEXIS NESS with a big, big, fucking nasty degradation and spit kink. he would try to hide it from his parnter, but it never really works anyways + he deffo crys

alexis ness was undoubtedly, postivitely, a loser. the bottom of the social foodchain, if you will, and way overly compliant. but that's exactly why you liked him.

after a long day of football practice, he would come home, head filled with nothing other than the desire to bask in your prescence and very being endlessly, until minutes turned to hours, and hours turned to days.

you made his heart pang.

he couldn't wait - to see you open the door, sporting a pair of grey sweatpants folded over at the waist band to hang low on your hips and a tight top, highlighting your breast's delicate, perky nipples at the apex of both.

upon seeing him, your lips would press into a smile, and sly eyes thin out to look at him in a way that made his insides turn and heart race everytime, without fail. you would grasp tightly onto the thin, yet hardened by muscle figure of his waist, planting a moist kiss which would leave a translucent layer of strawberry lip gloss on his lips and cheek, as if claiming him your own.

then, you would always hug him. he would bend down to your level, and your hand would find its way atop of his head to rustle his hair, whilst pulling him in closer for an embrace; his face now smoothered by your tits that looked about ready to pop out of the low hanging top you wore at any given moment.

upon releasing him, you would ask, with a smile across your lips

"how was practice, lexi?"

oh, how enticing was it to hear his name come from your mouth. he didn't deserve someone like yourself at all, leisurely saying the name of his lowly self with a tone of love strung to it, he thought, but replied otherwise.

"it was fine, thank you love. how are you? is everything okay?"

"mhm, i'm fine. but i miss you lex, come sit." you answered, now plopping yourself on the sofa then patting the inner part of your thigh (that jiggled ever so slightly on impact, he of course noticed this) to signal for him to come sit.

your thighs? he wondered what incredulous acts of kindness he had done in a past life, or what magic was at play for him to deserve a reward like this.

he simply couldn't help but fantasize about laying there, inbetween your thighs, until you smoothered his face, leaving him rendered breathless and at your mercy, and a lot, lot more things.

but enough of ness's imagination. in response to your offer, his big, round, magenta eyes lit up, conceiling no shyness about his excitment at all.

right now, you couldn't help but notice how cute your boyfriend was. i mean, look at him, getting all excited to sit next you. when he had actually done so, his warm (and almost heartbreakingly soft + squishable) cheek rested against your leg, whilst he looked up at you with eyes full of love . fuck, he was so precious that you could just gobble him up, whole and all.

but, what was that, you saw out of the corner of your eye, pressing up through the fabric of his trousers, and then felt as he changed position to get more "comfortable"?

was he... hard...?

ah, right. albeit not your first thought, you knew your boyfriend well enough. he was sweet, and agonizingly soft on the outside, and inside too.

but on said inside, he was a thoroughly depraved man. he tried to hold back these thoughts as much as possible, fearing that you would find him disgusting, but all he really craved was you.

he needed you, and would do anything for you.

he often thought about it - about how, if you ordered him to open his mouth for you to spit into, then he would oblige with a smile on his face, waiting with his tounge out and panting like the adorable little dog he was for you.

shit, he didn't even think he was worthy of entering you, despite having done so many atime. how could he? muster up the audacity to put his lust-striken, lewd erection into your glossy cunt, glossed over with salacity and passion?

"ness, sit up straight." you spoke.

and he did just that, without question.

you looked down at his erection, placing a hand on it, and another against his head, as you crawled forward onto him.

taking the lead, your lips met his, and then your tounges intertwined with his in circles for a few moments, before pulling apart with a string of spit connecting both of you, then closing back in a few times. in between, he managed to mumble out a few words.

"spit... please. "

not so much you, but ness loved all things in the realm of that, and you had to indulge him ; you just couldn't leave him with that vunerable expression, desires unfufilled.

without too much question, you spoke in an antagonising tone. "open up, sweet. say "ahh"", whilst you squashed saliva up cheek to cheek, before letting it drip like a stream into his longing mouth. you couldn't understand it really, the appeal of your... spit? but the way the emotion on his face shifted from desparation to satisfaction told you that it was all worth it, and more.

his breath hitched in between the more kisses that followed in suit and his panting became even more so frequent, as you felt his a wet spot form through the fabric of his trousers.

"y/n.." he called out breathlessly, with red dusted over the porcelain skin on his cheeks.

"i can't...no more teasing, i beg of you, please, love."

really, you just wanted do it all the more now.

"lex, honey, all it took was a few kisses and a rub for you to come all over yourself?"

ness looked away, in shame, yet enjoyment that you had chastised him.

"you're pathetic, alexis. i like that about you."

you looked closer at him now, eyes full of lust as you pulled down the shorts he wore, then peeled away his underwear now soiled by liquid satisfaction.

atleast, he had killed 2 birds with one stone?in a way, he was already lubed up for you now, with the wetness of his orgasm coating the entirety of his still throbbing dick.

you pulled your sweatpants off, and then your panties, that were so moist in the middle from seeing ness all worked up like that, that a string of dampness hung when you did so.

he looked closer down at you, wanting nothing more than your wet digits all over him somewhere - anywhere.

"speak up, lex. i'm waiting for you to tell me what you want."

come on now. he was a breathless mess at this point, could he even form a full sentence? what wanted, was for your pussy to swallow him whole, pumping up and down him, and you knew that all too damn well.

but what fun would that be, when you could watch hin struggle to form a coherent sentence under your touch, his face turn red with emotion and eyes slightly shy with embarrassment?

"i want.. hng" he manged to get out, as you glossed your thumb over the the tip of his cock, then your whole hand, up and down, still maintaing eye contact.

"hm? you know i can't hear you properly like that, dear. you'll have to speak more clearly."

"but i, ... you.. hm, huh" tears began to well at his eyes, his nose became stuffy and body even hotter.

you could tell he was at a limit now, but all you wanted to do was push that, until he became a mindless mess. however, lucky for him, you felt a tinge of sympathy amdist enjoying his struggle.

you flashed a loving, yet playful smile at him, looking down as you spoke "alright, alright, i'll stop now."

ness layed with his back to the floor, and you looming over him. dampness lined both of you, as your pussy inched closer to his cock, lips widening on contact, then swallowing the rest of him whole in one go. ness let out a moan of exasperation, as your tightness sucked him in and out, up and down repeatedly.

tonight was going to be a very long night for the two of you.

im acc really sorry i started loosing it over how nasty ness would get n you can't tell me otherwise. idk what this is, but i wrote it anyways (unfortunately) . i started laughing half way through cause i cant take smut serious ngl but i alr made a commitment to write this💔

[mdsbabygirl]

Cam girl!reader x bllk men

Synopsis: when the desperate and horny bllk men fall for the pretty cam girl

Featuring: Isagi Yoichi/Bachira Meguru/Chigiri Hyoma/ Yukimiya Kenyu/Alexis Ness/Michael Kaiser

Cw: SMUT MDNI, masturbation , porn addiction, jealousy, obsessiveness, egoistical men, horny men lol, reader is an adult entertainment worker, idk what else to add

ISAGI YOICHI:

Isagi isn't the type to fall for appearances. He'd usually value morals over looks, after all he's a gentleman that falls for a woman's inner beauty rather than how well she can ride cock; he thinks. He never imagined himself lowering at such a low, filthy level. Alas, the hormones got the better of him, so here he was stroking his cock in languid strokes, as he was watching your live. You were almost naked, if it hadn't been for those two tiny lace pieces covering your most sensitive spots, that you dared to call lingerie. You were so hot, hypnotizing your viewers with your body, voice and moves just like a siren, and Yoichi was yet another one of your victims.

In his dimly lit room, the air was thick with anticipation, he sat on the edge of his bed, his breath already coming in ragged gasps. His hand moved up and down his hard length as he jerked himself off, his browns furrowed in pure ecstasy as he was concentrated on the moans that escaped from the speakers. "Mmm, yeah... just like that..."

Isagi could have never imagined the extent of his lust for you, everyday logging into his account to see any updates on your upcoming live streams. He was addicted to you, he got high off the way you touched yourself, the way you rolled your hips while riding your dildo or the way you made ass bounce. He was utterly consumed by his cam girl's allure, drowning in an ocean of his own unquenchable desire. He felt rather possessive of you, referring to you as his girl, he'd mutter countless curses under his breath, imagining how much better he could make you feel. "That stupid toy doesn't know what it's doing." He'd say, leaning back in his chair, stroking himself faster as he watches you slide the pink dildo in and out of your wet pussy. Continuing to pump his cock, he watched intensely as you increased pace, your moans growing louder. "Damn, she needs a real man," he growls, his ego inflating alongside his dick. "I could ruin her pussy so much better than that dildo ever could." He'd groan as his cock twitches, spurting hot ropes of pearly cum on his abs, as he'd imagine how your pretty count would squeeze the hell out of him.

Bachira Meguru:

Bachira's routine changed significantly after his new discovery. Late night training sessions turned into him sitting in his dimly-lit apartment, eyes locked onto the laptop screen, transfixed on the cam girl dancing seductively on camera - his new obsession. His hand moved roughly over his cock as he watched her. "Fuck, look at those tits..." He was truly infatuated with the way you looked, particularly your boobs, he liked the way your nipples perked up in contact with the cold air, or when you pinched them with your fingers, enjoying the little mewled erupting from your delicious-looking lips.

Meguru's obsession deepens with each passing night. He convinces himself that you, with your seductive figure and sultry moves, were destined solely for him. Logging into your streams became his most sacred ritual, his heart racing when your flirtatious smile graced the screen. He'd call you "my angel," "my princess" while masturbating to your body. "None of those other viewers know how to appreciate her like I do... I'm the only one who truly understands her beauty." He'd coo, as he'd watch you rub your clit at a fast pace, rubbing his dick in erratic motions as his hips jerked upward, thick spurts of cum staining the PC's screen. He wished it was your face instead of that damn screen tho.

Chigiri Hyoma:

His fateful discovery happened one late night, when he was scrolling aimlessly on the internet, searching for something entertaining, he stumbled across a pretty cam girl's profile, your profile. Your captivating smile and heavenly body had immediately caught his eye. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. Chigiri was into you a little more than he liked to admit. Sleepless nights he passed jerking off to your sexy dances streams, dilated pupils focused on every single move, every sway of your hips, every squeeze of your tits, every bite on your red lips, EVERYTHING .

Hyoma would click on your live stream, his eyes widening as you danced seductively in front of the camera. He felt his pants grow tight, his length hardening. "God, she's so hot..." He whimpered softly, unbuttoning his jeans to free his aching erection. His fist pumped wildly up and down his shaft, each stroke accompanied by a desperate whimper. "Ah, fuck... just like that, baby..." He gasped, imagining you riding him hard. His hips bucked erratically, seeking out a pleasure he knew only you could provide. He watched you, with half lidded eyes, his breath heavy as his fist never stopped moving. With a choked cry, Hyoma's release hit him hard. He came all over his hand and stomach, moaning out filthy praises. "Fuck, you're so perfect... I'd fill you up with my cum every day if you were here with me..." He cried out

Yukimiya kenyu:

Kenyu's eyes were glued to the screen, his breathing ragged as he stared at your ondulating figure. His heart ached with an unfamiliar longing, his thoughts spinning with the sinfulness of his obsession. "This is so wrong..." He whispered to himself, feeling ashamed by his actions. Much like Isagi, Yukimiya wasn't one to fall for such sinful temptations, his strong belief in god had made him immune to the greed and lust most people tended to fall for, he thought. Nonetheless, he was still human, having his own needs and desires. When he found your account he didn't think he would get so infatuated with you. Your body radiating pure sex appeal didn't really help his newfound kin to you, actually it turned it into a full on obsession.

Everyday, he'd sit at his desk watching you as his hand moved desperately up and down his length, each touch sending bolts of pleasure through his body. " She's so beautiful..." His voice cracked in need. He knew this was wrong, downright sinful, yet despite this inner turmoil he couldn't tear his eyes off of you. Kenyu's face was scrunched up in a mix of pleasure and guilt as he jerked himself off. His hand flew over his length, his breathing ragged and uneven. "I'm going to hell for this..." he'd moaned, his eyes fixated on your bouncing curves. Suddenly, wave after wave of agonizing bliss crashed over Kenyu. His cock throbbed intensely as he came hard, pearly essence spurting onto his abdomen. "Ahhh, fuck... I'm cumming. God forgive me..." He'd whine, throwing his head back as he'd imagine how he'd make love to you.

Alexis Ness :

Ness had stumbled upon your account by accident, a random click leading him to a world he never knew he needed. Your username, "SweetSiren," was etched into his mind, and your profile picture—a sultry pout and a glimpse of cleavage—had drawn him in like a magnet. He never imagined himself obsessing over someone else who wasn't kaiser, yet here he was palming his hard-on from his pants as he was looking at some of your pics.

Your streams were always packed with viewers, but Alexis felt like you were performing just for him. The way you arched your back, the way you bit your lip ever do seductively, the way you spread your legs so invitingly... It was all for him. Or so he liked to believe. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy..." He'd groan, finally freeing his aching erection from the restriction of his pants that had become a little too tight for him. His hand moved frantically over his hard length, imagining it was your touch instead. He moaned out loud, his voice laced with desire and need. "I'd treat you like a queen... give you everything you desire... but who else gets to see this beautiful face?" He moaned loudly, head thrown back. When he looked up to see more of your sexy features, he was met with other viewers' tips and comments, which made his jealousy flare up "Stupid perverts... She's mine! Only I get to see her like this..." He growled, his pace increasing as he jerked himself off violently. "When I finally meet you, I'll lock you away...nghh..ill make you mine Angel.." he'd whimper, hips jerking upward to meet his movements. "I'd make you scream my name every night, baby. Only I get to fuck that tight pussy..." Ness's fantasies ran wild as he stroked himself harder, his grip tightening around his shaft, making him cum violently, as thick ropes of creamy semen hit his toned abdomen, making his duck twitch in pleasure. He'd make you his one way or another, he just has to find a way to do so.

Michael Kaiser:

Michael Kaiser was a man of precision and strategy, both on and off the field. But when it came to his obsession with the cam girl, aka you, all logic flew out the window. He spent hours observing your streams, picking apart your every move, every facial expression. He wanted —needed— to know what things you liked and what not, he desperately sought the things that made your eyes roll back to the back of your skull, the things that made your toes curl and scream in pleasure.. he needed to know every little detail about you, his little slutty princess.

He'd tip you hundreds of dollars at a time, just to see you smile or hear you say his name. He'd request you to wear certain outfits, to say specific phrases, to play with particular toys... All to feed his insatiable obsession.

He'd sit in his dark room, the glow of his laptop casting eerie shadows on his face. His hand moved swiftly over his length as he watched you dance on his screen. "Say it..." He whispered, his voice hoarse as he stroked himself harder. You on the other line, just received another hundred dollars, which made you squeal in excitement, and at the same time bite your lips at your mysterious donor's request. You breathed in slowly, approaching the camera as you looked directly into it, "uhh.. Kaiser I want your cock so bad! Want it so deep inside me..." You moaned and mewled, all the while keeping your siren like allure, hypnotizing each and every one of your viewers, Kaiser included. His breath hitched as you teased you nipples, rolling them between your fingers. "Fuck... just like that," he moaned, his grip tightening around his cock. He imagined it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy wrapped around him instead of his own fist. With a stifled groan, Michael felt his orgasm building fast. His muscles tense, veins throbbing as he stroked feverishly, matching the rhythm of your seductive dance on screen. "Fuck... coming..." Several streams of hot cum shot out onto his stomach. "Jesus... baby..." He grilled, half lidded eyes glued to his screen as he watched you smile content as another very generous donation was made to you, "thank you so much Kaiser, you're such a generous Daddy!" You cooed, looking up at the camera with dolly eyes, all while he'd chuckle, ready for another round of masturbation.

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