#alexis ness

[gkattdoesstuff]

„The Time Machine”

[neeeooon]

Heya!! I saw ur reqs were open and legit ran to them. Can we get headcanons of the bllk players with a reader who absolutely destroys them in a game of 1v1 soccer? Can be platonic or romantic, either or. Make sure ur taking care of yourself!!! :3

i’ve decided that for any reqs i get (and have motivation for) that don’t have characters mentioned i’m gonna write them in this format. ty for the req!

when you beat him in a 1v1

bf(f) bllk x gn!reader. crack, some might be super ooc

ohhhh he’s mad. he’s seething, frothing at the mouth, punching the ground like a disney villain in distress. but he can’t be mad at you so he just stares at his hands like “do i.. suck?” (his dramatic ass does not suck he just didn’t realize how talented you are before challenging you to a 1v1)

-> isagi yoichi. michael kaiser. alexis ness.

he’s mad and he’s seething and he totally ignores you—too embarrassed to face you after already defeating you in his head. when the plan doesn’t go accordingly (he did not predict this outcome) he can’t even speak or congratulate you on your win

-> itoshi rin. itoshi sae. barou shoei. yukimiya kenyu.

kind of in denial at first like “wait, i lost?” and needs a minute to collect himself before congratulating you on your win. he promises to beat you next time during the sportsmanship handshake and you tell him to bring it on 😈

-> nagi seishiro. kunigami rensuke. chigiri hyoma.

brother does not gaf. you beat him?? how?? he needs you to teach him your moves Yesterday. if losing to you is an opportunity to get better, he’s gonna take it!

-> bachira meguru. mikage reo. hiori yo. kurona ranze.

[sunmotifed]

i really like alexis ness. kaiser is there i guess

[marie098887]

"We Could've Been."

Requested.

You were always his favorite, but someone else got there first.

Part 3: Ness, Hiori, Shidou, Kaiser, Niko, Sae,

Requests: OPEN

You were best friends. Close enough that everyone thought it was only a matter of time. You thought so too. But you never confessed.

And eventually, he stopped waiting.

So when someone else asked him out, he said yes, not because he loved her, but because at least she asked.

Now he’s taken. And you're still in his life, acting like nothing’s changed.

🎀 Alexis Ness

He knew. And he thought he could keep you anyway.

He wasn’t clueless.

He knew you liked him. He could feel it in the way you lingered when you said goodbye, the way you laughed a little too soft when he looked at you. He saw it in every text, every late night call you didn’t want to end.

And maybe he liked it a little too much.

You were safe. Familiar. Someone who chose him over and over, without him ever needing to ask.

He built his world around that. Around you.

And maybe that’s why he never confessed. Because if he said it out loud, if he admitted he needed you, and you didn’t feel the same?

He'd lose everything.

So he stayed quiet. Stayed smiling. Stayed close enough to keep you, but far enough not to scare you away.

And when someone else asked him out, confident, pretty, with eyes that never looked past him the way yours did, he said yes.

He thought it didn’t matter. He thought he could have both. He thought you’d stay.

But you didn’t.

You stopped waiting for him after class. Stopped reaching for his hand during scary movies. Stopped texting just to say goodnight.

And the second he noticed, really noticed , it hit him harder than anything ever had.

His girlfriend notices too.

"You still look at her like she's the only one here," she says, trying to sound casual, but failing.

He laughs it off. Smiles like it doesn’t mean anything. But inside? It’s ugly. It’s raw. It’s him realizing he made the biggest mistake of his life.

Because it was never about having someone. It was about having you.

And he lost you.

Because he was too much of a coward to fight for you when he had the chance.

Now, when he sees you smiling at someone else, leaning into them the way you used to lean into him he feels it like a punch to the gut.

And there’s nothing left to say but the truth:

You were mine. And I let you go.

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🩵 Hiori Yo

He never said anything. And now he never will.

It was easy with you.

Easier than anything else in his life. No pressure to be perfect. No expectation to always say the right thing. You understood him, the quiet, hesitant parts. The parts he kept tucked away from everyone else.

He thought you knew how he felt. He thought maybe you felt it too.

But he never said it.

And when someone else confessed, bright eyed, determined, promising something simple and sweet, he said yes. Why? He doesn't even know.

You didn’t say anything when it happened. Didn’t blink. Didn’t fight.

So he thought that was his answer.

Now you barely look at him anymore.

You smile less. Sit farther away. Shrink a little smaller every time he walks into the room.

And every time you pull away, it’s like another invisible thread between you snaps.

He tells himself he did the right thing. That he couldn’t have risked it anyway. That maybe this was better, safer.

But when he’s sitting next to his girlfriend, pretending to listen to her talk about weekend plans, all he can think about is you. All the things you never said. All the things he never said.

“You’re real quiet today,” his girlfriend says, laughin’ a little. “You’re always quiet, but today’s worse.”

He smiles, small, hollow. “Sorry, darlin’. Just tired.”

But he ain’t tired. He’s just... empty.

Because he had the chance to choose you. And he didn’t.

And now? He’ll spend every damn moment pretending he’s fine while watchin' the only person he ever wanted slip further away.

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🩷 Shidou Ryusei

He thought he could outrun the feeling. He was wrong.

He never waited for anything.

Not goals. Not attention. Not affection. If he wanted something, he went after it. Loud. Shameless. Fast.

But with you? He hesitated.

He thought there was time. Thought you’d always be there, laughing at his dumb jokes, throwing an arm around his shoulders, giving him that look that said I get you even when no one else does.

But you never said anything. Never crossed the line. So neither did he.

And when another girl, pretty, bold, right in front of everybody, asked him out, he said yes.

You were there. You didn’t say a word. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at him.

So he laughed. Shrugged. Acted like it didn’t matter.

But now?

Now every time he’s with his girlfriend, all he can think about is how it’s not you. How her laugh isn’t yours. How her hand doesn’t fit the way yours would have.

He gets more reckless. Louder. Dumber.

Picks fights on the field. Says the wrong thing. Laughs too hard at shit that’s not funny.

Everyone notices. You notice, but you don’t reach for him anymore.

And that’s what wrecks him the most.

“You’re different lately,” his girlfriend says, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “You’re still hung up on her, aren’t you?”

He grins. Big. Fake. Wide enough to show teeth.

“Nah, babe,” he says. “She’s ancient history.”

But when he watches you laughing with someone else someone who isn’t him  something inside him claws and kicks and screams.

He turns away. Runs a hand through his hair. Lets out a breath like he’s laughing.

But he’s not.

Because all he can think is:

I was supposed to be the one you picked. Not him. Not anyone else. Me.

And under his breath, so quiet he hates himself for it

“Fuck.”

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👑 Michael Kaiser

He told himself you didn’t matter. He lied.

Kaiser doesn’t lose.

Not games. Not arguments. Not people.

So when another girl confessed, pretty, eager, practically shining under the weight of his attention , he said yes. Easy. Effortless. Barely thought about it.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t chase him.

And that pissed him off more than he’d ever admit.

He thought you’d fold. Thought you’d run after him. Thought you’d finally say the things you both danced around for months.

But you didn’t.

You pulled back slow, steady, leaving cold space where laughter used to be.

And him? He acted like he didn’t notice.

Got louder around you. Smirked bigger. Made stupid jokes about being "taken" now.

"You’ll survive without me, right, Schatz?" he teased one day, flashing you that wolfish grin.

You just smiled. Small. Easy. And didn’t say a word.

That’s when it hit him.

Really, actually hit him.

You weren’t playing hard to get. You were leaving.

And he hated it.

He picked fights with his girlfriend for no reason. Ignored texts. Started showing up late to dates like it was a sport.

“You’re distant,” she said finally, snapping her compact shut. “You still like her, don’t you?”

He stared, that same glare slowly forming on his face.

"Do you know how stupid you sound? Of course I don't. Don't say stupid shit like that again."

And just like that, the conversation was over, though, the tension in the air was still thick.

And later, when he saw you standing at your locker, laughing at something someone else said, not even glancing his way, he felt it in his chest. Sharp. Cold. Final.

He turned away before he could think too hard.

But under his breath, bitter and wrecked —

"Verdammter Idiot."

And for once? He didn’t mean you.

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🖤 Niko Ikki

He figured it out too late. And he has no one to blame but himself.

Niko noticed everything.

The shift in your voice when you were tired. The way your shoulders relaxed when you were really laughing. The way your hand would hover near his arm when you wanted to touch him but weren’t sure if you should.

He caught all of it. Filed it away in the part of his brain that hoarded everything about you.

And still, he never said anything.

He thought there was time. He thought staying close was enough. He thought he could keep you without risking anything.

So when another girl, sweet, predictable, easy, asked him out? He said yes.

He saw you standing a few feet away when it happened. Saw the way you went still. Saw the way you smiled, tight, almost polite, and walked away without looking back.

He felt it in his chest, heavy and cold.

But he didn’t chase you.

And now?

Now you barely talk. You sit with other people. Laugh at different jokes. Smile in ways that don’t involve him anymore.

He watches it all. Quietly. Every small distance you put between you and him he feels it like a paper cut he can’t stop reopening.

"You’re distracted," his girlfriend says one afternoon, frowning. "You never really look at me when we’re together."

He doesn’t deny it. Doesn’t even bother lying.

Because the truth is he’s always looking at you.

And now you’re looking somewhere else.

He could’ve stopped it. Could’ve said something. Could’ve picked you, the only person who ever made him want to try harder.

But he didn’t.

And now, standing in a crowded hallway watching you disappear into a sea of people who aren’t him, he thinks:

Smartest guy in the room... and still too stupid to keep you.

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❤️ Sae Itoshi

He thought he'd be fine without you. He was wrong.

Sae never believed in waiting.

Waiting meant weakness. Waiting meant wanting. Waiting meant giving someone else the power to hurt you.

And he never let anyone have that.

Not until you.

You were different. You stayed even when he pushed. Laughed even when he was short with you. Found him, really found him, under all the sharp edges he built around himself.

He told himself it was fine. That it wasn’t real. That if you never said anything, it wasn’t meant to be.

So when another girl confessed, all bright eyes and careful smiles, he said yes.

You didn't stop him. You didn't say a thing.

And that should’ve made it easier.

It didn’t.

Now you’re slipping away. Quietly. Slowly. Like sand through his fingers. You still exist in his world, but you don’t orbit him anymore.

You laugh with other people. You lean away when he’s near. You stop waiting after practice.

And he notices. Of course he notices.

But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t fix it.

Because this is what he chose.

One day, his girlfriend asks him, careful and hesitant, “Do you ever think about her? Still?”

He looks up. Meets her eyes without flinching. And lies.

“No

Because what else is he supposed to say?

That he thinks about you every damn time he opens his phone? That every place you used to walk together feels too empty now? That he loved you,  still loves you, and never said it out loud?

No. That would make it real. And Sae Itoshi doesn't lose. Even if losing you already feels worse than anything he’s ever faced.

So he watches you laugh from across the courtyard. And he says nothing. Does nothing.

And inside, colder and sharper than he’ll ever admit, he thinks:

If I couldn’t have you my way... I didn’t deserve you at all.

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And that's it for this request :) I know I've been gone a bit, college has been kicking my ass not to mention mental issues, but I have a ton of ideas lined up I am excited to write for, and I can't wait to share them all with you all. <3

[the-lazyyy-artist]

I just realized Ness must have the prettiest Cupid's bow because of how Yusuke Nomura always draws his mouth. Like?? Hello?? His lips must look so beautiful, good God.

Also, ngl, Ness looks so cutiepatootie. I wanna protect him from Kaiser at all costs.

[himitsunokoi]

[starxanemone]

𖣯 BLUE LOCK FRAGRANTICA

michael kaiser. alexis ness. otoya eita. baro shoei. oliver aiku.

fragrances and specific perfumes that i think blue lock characters would be attracted to based on their personality & preferences.

note 01 ⸻ implied fem reader. apologies if most of the perfumes listed below are more feminine-leaning. i just really don't like most of the masculine-leaning perfumes and so i tend to stay away from them. most of them make my head hurt for some reason.

note 02 ⸻ also named this hc after my favorite perfume website, aka fragrantica : ]

MICHAEL KAISER: ROSES, LYCHEE

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐟

Delina is a delicious perfume with a fragrance of roses mixed with the juicy and fruity scent of lychee, and the base note of vanilla which adds a creamy feel. The sweet and slightly tart fruit balances out the crispness of the roses, which gives the floral aspect of the perfume a slight twist. The vanilla, on the other hand, binds the two prominent notes together to give it an almost creamy, velvety atmosphere.

It's canon that Kaiser loves roses, but I feel like just the flower itself is a noticeable reminder of the unhealthy parts of himself despite its typical association with him having power over himself and the people around him. The lychee balances this out by adding sweetness into the mix, and the plushness of the vanilla makes the typically crisp roses to smell more comforting. It makes him think of the petal's gentle caress rather than the sharp thorns digging against his skin.

ALEXIS NESS: VANILLA, LAVENDER

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬

Oh, god, this perfume emits a sense of strong and independent. Alexis has always admired the types of people that are able to control their own "loneliness," and the feel of this perfume is synonymous to that.

Although the dominant note in this is vanilla, this is not the sweet and juvenile kind, rather, it is mature and put together. The vanilla is thick and rich, but is balanced out by the powdery-floral scent of lavender. It's clean, luxurious, and slightly bold at the same time. There is a deep and and very slight hint of spiciness in the opening which elevates the perfume's personality.

This is the type of vanilla worn by anyone who silently commands respect.

( note. this is my the perfume i dream to have lolol )

OTOYA EITA: MARSHMALLOW, WHIPPED CREAM

𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡

Sabrina Carpenter's Sweeth Tooth gives off a sweet and girly scent. It's light, sweet, and airy like taking you on a trip to cotton candy clouds. The marshmallow note that basically encapsulates the whole perfume mixed with the whipped cream plus the chocolate within its list of notes makes this sweet and perfect for someone youthful. It's sugary and powdery, like drinking sweetened milk with marshmallows on top.

I personally get the feeling that otoya's pretty into girly girls, like someone who likes to wear fluffy, light-colored clothing and likes to style their hair into cute hairstyles. This perfume captures that kind of vibe.

BARO SHOEI: WHITE FLORAL

𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐲 𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐬

Baro loves to clean, so I'm sure that he loves anything that smells clean as well. There are only three notes in Very Sexy Oasis which includes tuberose, orange blossom, and camelia, but the two white florals definitely stand out the most.

The fragrance is white and silky, almost similar to the scent of a creamy shampoo. It blends together to form this smooth and clean scent, like you're showering underneath a waterfall or bathing in a sunny oasis whilst surrounded by an array of white-petaled flowers. It's simple and straightforward—nothing complex unlike most of the perfumes that exist to boast about their beautiful complexity. This one is different—different in a way that is effortless.

OLIVER AIKU: COCONUT, VANILLA

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬

Oliver Aiku. A womanizer. And you know what type of person fits a womanizer? A maneater who knows how to put them in their place—someone who knows out to lift the chess pieces and bring them to a checkmate. He likes a challenge, and this perfume is perfect for someone like that.

This perfume is sweet, warm, and slightly nutty from the coconut which gives it an exotic feel. Kind of like cracking open a coconut, drizzling the meat with coconut milk and vanilla, and inhaling its scent right beside the sea and underneath the hot sunlight. It definitely gives off the vibe of someone sensual and bold, completely unafraid to let go and just feel themselves. No one can ruin their vibe yk?

[porty]

for my starlight

haunted

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masterlist || Previous: oblivion || Next: hey kids

AN: i wanted to do a reference from the office. and that episode is one of my favorites and was giggling about it all day. and it’s cannon that shidou can’t spell. idc idc.

Taglist: @aionishoh || @inojinieeee || @rinniebinniebay || @twilightsumu || @dremerys || @thatmf-jay || @amvpk01 || @yxruxp

@porty || do not plagiarise or translate any of my work. I do not own any of the Blue Lock characters all rights goes to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura.

[puplexis]

yuriing the socials

[gkattdoesstuff]

You're a beauty, a luminary in my face

Alexis Ness x Fem!Reader. Originally written for an OC of mine, edited for all of you to enjoy. Not proofread. Probably the only fic I'll ever post, lmao. Enjoy! CW: UHH HURT COMFORT!!!! obscure metaphors (cannibalism - toxic love) etc., mentions of blood?

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Alexis Ness was a doormat. A damaged good. Trampled on by everyone since his first breath.

And yet, he loved. Religiously so. It wasn't a choice or a gift — it was an instinct. Something raw, intense, something so primal and so overwhelming. Soul crushing and desperate. He poured himself out like water into a cracked chalice, hoping that one day somebody—no, anybody—would find him worthy of filling. But the hands that reached for him were always empty, or worse, they took what little he had until he stood bare and hollow. He gave himself up, expecting nothing in return.

Love was not for him to receive, only to give.

He wanted to believe that he and Kaiser were equal, but instead of an equal partnership, he's found himself in a cage. If he was a lamb, then Kaiser was not his shepherd; he was a wolf. He became a vessel for his master's needs. His needs—anger, cruelty — Ness took it all, even as it stripped him raw. Michael was a beast — violent and hungry — but as long as he stayed, he could devour Alexis whole. Nibble on his flesh as it starts to rot, until all that's left for him are bones.

Time was no longer measured in hours or minutes but in the spaces between one bite and the next. He wasn't happy, but he was content. Content with making himself smaller, folding himself into corners, mold himself to the shape of his sovereign's expectations. Attempting to break free would've been futile. Even if he wanted to push back, to be acknowledged, every cell in his body knew that resistance wasn't survival. As long as he could fool himself into feeling needed, he'd take it all.

Oh, but there's only so much one can take before all your value is lost.

Alexis Ness was a damaged good. And damaged goods get thrown away and replaced.

He felt hollow yet unbearably heavy, like his body had become a cage too small to contain the weight of his failure. Imprisoned in his own mind, two sentences played out over and over, like a broken record. “You're not enough,” they said, “and you'll never be.” He wanted to break free, yet yearned to come back. To crawl on all fours, hoping his bone marrow would be enough to feed him for just a little more. He was no longer needed, though. It was the truth, and he knew it.

Y/N L/N was everything Alexis Ness wasn't. Loud and confident, she, in a way, reminded him of Kaiser. But there was something that made the two different. Y/N was warm and, oh, so, so sweet. Sweet in a way that comforted and terrified him at the same time.

She was beautiful, a luminary. Shining light on all the feelings he's buried under layers of shame. Where others pressed him into the dirt, she reached out a hand. Where others drained him dry, she poured herself into him. While others saw a burden, she saw an injured lamb — and despite being his shepherd, she never made him feel like he was beneath her.

He hated it. He hated her for it.

Y/N never demanded, never consumed, and never took anything from him. All she did in his eyes was give, give, give, and he had no idea what to do with it. Her care exposed the parts in him that he thought were beyond repair.

How could she not see what he was? No, how could she stand there with open arms despite KNOWING what he was? How could she willingly and foolishly invite this much damage into the comfort of her own home? As much as he hated what she did to him, he needed her in a way. Like a starved, desperate dog, he accepted her kindness, even though it felt like watching someone drink from a broken glass.

It hurt to be seen, loved so clearly, to feel the weight of her effort as she worked to untangle him from the chains he had grown accustomed to. If to be loved was to be known, then love sure was a bitch.

Y/N wasn't immune to pain. She wasn't an invincible force, untouched and unaffected by the toll of saving him. He noticed that her makeup got simpler or that her hair wasn't done most days. He saw how tired and tense her body was. “You lose nothing by lighting another candle,” they say, but Alexis feared that the candle she had become would burn itself out trying to make him shine. He watched the wax of her heart melt, drop by drop, as she slowly but surely, with bloodied hands, broke each chain.

And oh God, just please let go of me — he thought — stop wasting your energy on a man who doesn't know how to be whole. He wanted to tell her to go away, tell her he wasn't worthy of her sacrifice. And yet, those words never came. Each fragment of chain she shattered felt like a betrayal of everything he truly believed in — that he was irredeemable. She forced him to see the world outside his cage and made him imagine a life where he was free. It was painfully terrifying and all he had ever needed.

L/N's love wasn't the kind he had known. It wasn't sharp-edged or conditional. It was soft, gentle, and warm; it was the kind of love that didn't need to be earned. Alexis didn't believe he could ever be whole. But she never asked him to. All she asked for was for him to go keep going, to let her stay by his side, to let her hands work at the chains until they gave way. She held his fractured pieces in her hands, gently treating them like treasure instead of wreckage. Showing that maybe there's something worth repairing.

Because to her, he was worth all of that work. She didn't see him as a mess to be cleaned up. He was simply Alexis. That's it.

The dog no longer bit the hand that fed him, and the orphaned lamb was no longer afraid to follow its shepherd's lead.

For the first time, he felt something he had never allowed himself to feel: possibility. The possibility of things getting better somehow. His black-and-white world has been colored by the blood of all of her hard work. Slowly, the red mixed with white, and his world became filled with various pinks—it was just like her lipstick. Although his wax melted, and his light nearly died out, someone loved him enough to ignite him anew.

He was so smitten, and oh so grateful.

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[kottah]

been a while! its fat boy season

[sunmotifed]

every time michael kaiser pisses me off i add another few lines to my isaness wip. im not playing this game with you blonde man

[burning-in-rarepair-hell]

Alexis Ness x Reader

fem!reader ◇ fluff and a bit of angst ◇ 662 words

You said something unexpected.

Your POV

Alexis was cute. He always had been. But right now sitting beside you with his head turned in embarrassment so his flushed face wasn't visible to you, you thought you might combust from this much cuteness. He forgot that you could very much still see his bright red ears. His hands fidgeted with the fabric of his sweater while he hummed nervously.

You grinned. "Alexiiis," letting his name roll off your tongue as you teasingly nudged his shoulder. "Are you blushing because of what I told you right now? It's not that weird that I want— hmpf" you were interrupted by a soft hand pressing hastily against your mouth effectively muffling what you wanted to say. Your first instinct was to try and shake off Alexis' hand but the moment you looked at him everything in you screeched to a halt.

Alexis was … You didn't think you'd ever seen him like that. He looked utterly embarrassed, his cheeks flushed the most vivid shade of pink, adorable eyes almost comically wide. He looked so otherworldly pretty you didn't know what to think, never mind how to react.

"Oh my— stop!" His gaze met yours for a few seconds, these magical colored irises conveying his mortification. Sadly — you wanted to admire him longer — he averted his eyes mere seconds after his outburst.

"Stop," he repeated weaker, firmly looking at his hand covering your mouth.

Slowly, you raised your own hand taking a hold of his wrist. His pulse was fast. You pulled his hand away from your mouth, inhaling. "I—"

"Why would you even want me to know??" Before you could even properly begin to form a sentence he interrupted you again. His voice sounded more agitated than embarrassed now, searching for an explanation of why you dropped this information in the middle of your hangout. Groaning softly he let himself fall back into the couch cushions throwing an arm over his face. "I asked if you liked Sevika's character. Who the fuck goes 'no she's to dominant in bed for my liking' at a question like this?"

Alexis' POV

Alexis mind was a mess. What was he supposed to do with this newly acquired knowledge? You liked being dominant in bed. You were dominant in bed. You probably called your weekly hook ups 'good girl' and let them be pillow princesses. You… Right. Girls. Alexis mood sank a tiny bit further at the thought. He knew you loved his company and always were enthusiastic when you two made plans together. That didn't erase the fact that he was, unfortunately, still not a girl. And you brought girls home. Only girls. Not once had he seen you being interested in someone who wasn't a girl.

He never even had a chance to begin with.

He felt hot tears gather in his eyes and quickly blinked a few times, thankful for his arms still hiding his face from you so you wouldn't have to see how pathetic he was being right now. Shit, why did he have to be so emotional? Trying to think of something else he stayed quiet breathing through his nose and recalling his German literature homework.

Having said nothing for too long he apparently made you worry. "Lexis? Is everything alright?"

He bit his lip. No everything is not alright because the only one that I want is never gonna be mine. He shook his head, "I was just thinking of all the homework that's due this week."

You sighed, "Don't remind me please." And just like that the topic was changed to a much safer one.

Alexis felt slightly relieved although his mood was still a bit dampened by his thoughts. Just as he was about to stand up and actually start doing his homework you spoke up.

"You didn't say if you liked Sevika." You looked at the ceiling seeming to contemplate something. Then, you rolled your head to the side, watching him expectantly, "Well, do you?"

hope you enjoyed <3

I'm planning on continuing this (maybe even make it longer than 5k)

©burning-in-rarepair-hell

[riririnnnn]

Love when they are just R O U N D:

Like, let me just cup their R O U N D cheeks and just squish squish~

They all GREW up though:

DAMN!

Honourable mention:

[phinkslave]

Study Session

ProHero!Bakugo x Reader x ProHero!Kirishima

No spoilers for the manga included. I haven’t read it at all.

Reader is in college, Bakugo and Kirishima are pro hero’s.

Warnings: Implied large age gap, NFSW, (dubcon?), dacryphilia, men being little perverts, overstimulation, praising and degrading. Let me know if I should’ve added anything!

There was no denying that there was tension between Bakugo, Y/n, and Kirishima. The two pro-hero best friends. Knowing they both want her, knowing that she wants them, they didn’t mind to share her between each other. Perhaps though if it were to be anyone other than Kirishima, Bakugo wouldn’t have allowed it. It’s no secret between the three love birds that they clearly all have feelings towards each other, though no one has made anything official. They’ve hung out before. Gone to the movies, the fair, even watched the U.A sports festival together. Though the two men didn’t dare to make a move. It’s not that they didn’t want to, they were just scared. Y/n was younger by a lot and not only did they not want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way, but they also didn’t want the public to start throwing rumors around. They didn’t want to bother her and her personal life. They knew they finally wanted to be more involved though. They were going to make it happen.

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You were studying for upcoming finals. Though you weren’t making much progress due to your thoughts being clouded with Bakugo and Kirishima. You haven’t seen them in a week, and haven’t even spoke to them. Normally they would text or call but you assume they’ve been busier than usual. Hero work is not easy after all. You craved them, how a flower craves water. You needed them and so you decided to do something about it.

You sent a text to your guys’ group chat. Bluntly only saying ‘I need help.’ You knew it was a little selfish but you could help it. Knowing that they’d probably be busy, so you had to grab their attention somehow, and what better way then to ask some heros that you need help.

Perfect timing to.

They received your text message just as they’ve been dismissed from patrol. In sync, they both opened up their phones to see your message, exchanged each other a stunned glance, then quickly scrambled to respond.

(From: Eiji)- Help? Are you alright?

Kirishima sends his message as Bakugo works on his own, his fingers flying across the screen.

(From: Bakugo)- How are you going to send a message asking for help less then two minutes ago, then not even respond? We are on our way asap. 🤦🏼

With their plans set, the men took a few seconds to collect themselves, adjusting their hero suits to be prepared for anything. Making their way towards your house, confusion and worry with each hasty step.

You were shocked to hear a banging on your door in the next 7 minutes. That was quick. When you took a few seconds to get to the door you heard a couple of louder bangs. That had to be Kats, you thought to yourself playfully rolling your eyes, opening the door.

“Hey guys!” You say cheerfully. Happy to see the two men. God you loved it when they were in their hero suits.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Kirishima said quickly. Worry evident in his tone. Bakugo instead, scanned your figure, letting out a big sigh after coming to the conclusion that everything was fine.

“Everything’s okay, why wouldn’t it be? I just needed some help with studying.”

“I need help,” Bakugo mocked, “why’d you make it sound like you were being robbed ‘er something y/n.” Bakugo said with an annoyed tone.

“uhhh….Sorry, I guess I see how bad my text sounded,” as if this wasn’t my plan from the beginning. “I do need help though, I need help studying for these finals I have next tomorrow,” you said the last part quietly and embarrassed, looking away from their gazes. Waving your hands frantically, “i’m failing english and math, just needed some extra help! And i’m home alone sooooo it’s not like I could ask my mom or something.”

Kirishima and Bakugo share an unreadable expression before krishima lets out a loud laugh, their faces reddening as soon as you said you’re home alone. Bakugo looked away from you, “idiot, you had us worried.” He mumbled.

“Oh c’mon man, just a lil accident. Just be happy nothing was wrong,” he elbowed Bakugos side playfully, “so, home alone huh? Are ya’ gonna let us in sweets?” Kirishima said smiling at you. You couldn’t help but blush at the commonly used nickname he gave you. Moving out the way for them to enter. They’ve never actually been inside your home. Always parked down the street for when you guys would hang out. Even though you guys haven’t been official, you’re not really sure if your family would accept you going out with an older man, two of them at that.

“Before we go to my room, do you guys want anything? Like water or something? I know you guys must be tired.” You turn towards them as Bakugo begins to take off his large gloves, Kirishima taking off his face piece, both of them leaving their items on the floor next to the door and moving further inside.

“No. I think we’re fine,” he looked at kirishima to confirm. “Let’s get started yeah? Use your time wisely, you barely have two days.” On the surface he seemed to have just cared about your low grades, but in all honesty, he just wanted to rush into your room. The thought of just entering your room, your own little private space. It made excitement surge through his entire body. He was positive kirishima felt the same.

“Yeah, i’m good to, thanks though,” Kirishima said with a closed eye smile. “well, in that case I'd be happy to help you catch up on your english. Bakugo can take the math…I never was good at it.” He shyly said, rubbing his neck.

Bakugo snorts, rolling his eyes. He leans back on the back of your living room couch, arms crossed over his chest, “Math huh….alright, but don't expect me to go easy on you. I want you passing that test since ya’ got me helping ya out.” He said sternly. His tone of voice making your heart to flutter.

“I’ll try my best,” geez now it’s even more embarrassing if you fail, “Okay then follow me~” you led them towards the stairs, up to your bedroom.

Kirishima and Bakugo following behind. Sharing a red faced glance to each other, silently communicating to fight the urge to stare at your ass moving directly infront of them. Your pajama shorts riding up with every step you take, and your short shirt did nothing to help you cover up. You’d have to have worn that on purpose. They’d be lying if they said they didn’t feel like such perverts.

You push open the door to your bedroom, walking in with them following close behind. You head over to your desk to open up your books and notes. Giving them some time to take your room in. White curtains, a pink bedsheet, the ridiculous amount of stuffed animals on your bed. They found it absolutely adorable, oh how badly they wanted to fuck you dumb.

Sitting at your desk, “Can we start with my math? I just really hate it and wanna get it out the way as soon as possible.” Spinning my chair around to hand the paper to Bakugo.

Taking the paper from y/n, his gaze flicking briefly to her flushed cheeks before focusing intently on the math problems. “This is studying? Your not just using us to get your homework done for ya are you?” He gives a small laugh, teasing you. Sitting down on the edge of your bed closest to your desk. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he begins to examine the paper. “Alright, first off, you need to recognize the type of equation this is.” Bakugo said briefly, before stopping to look up at you. Your face was plastered with confusion. Your little eyebrow crease causing his cock to harden. He doesn’t know if he could help you himself being this distracted.

“Okay, got it.” You pretended to understand, but you’re sure the blonde haired man saw right past your words.

He sighs loudly, causing you to feel embarrassed at your own density, “How about this, you tell me everything y’know and I can add on?”

And with that, it started off well. Kirishima also listening attentively, occasionally interjecting with a helpful comment or clarification to help you out even more. Though after a few problems, it kept getting more tough and complicated.

“Ugh! I’m never gonna fucking get this.” Slamming your pencil down on the desk.

“Language.” Kirishima said. Feeling for your frustration. He stood up from his spot next to Bakugo, moving to stand behind your chair, gently placing his hands on your shoulder, giving them a squeeze, reassuring you, “No giving up alright? We're here to help you. Even if we have to break it down step by step until it clicks.”

Meanwhile, Bakugo was quietly observing your body language. Noticing the way your breath hitched slightly everytime Kirishima squeezed his hands. That’s it. He absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. His erection straining against his pants at this point. He clears his throat, drawing the attention towards him. “Why don’t we continue with more of a hands-on style?” His words tinged with a hint of suggestive innuendo, his eyes locked onto Kirishimas. Hoping his friend understood what he was trying to say. “Maybe you just need some motivation, here.” He stood up from the couch and stood behind you from your desk chair where you sat. Kirishima moving to the side to give him space. He pulled your chair out and made you stand up. Next thing you know, kirishima is sitting in the chair. And you get pushed over to sit onto his lap.

Shocked at the sudden change, “what’s… going on…?“

“Kiri is gonna make you feel good. If you wanna cum, you’re gonna answer questions 7-10 all by yourself.” Giving you a harsh kiss on your cheek. That wasn’t new, they would always kiss your face. Until now they have never done anything but that.

“I can’t alo-“, words being cut off as you feel Kirishimas hands enter the waistband of your little shorts, pushing past your panties and rubbing tiny circles on your clit. “Eiji…” You immediately grab onto his arm, letting out a shaky breath.

Kirishima had one hand inside your clothes and the other held a firm grip on your hips. A low groan escaping him as he heard her moan out the little nickname she has for him. She felt so warm. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the vulnerable column of her neck to some hard kisses. “Focus, y/n. Answer the questions correctly, and we'll reward you for your hard work.”

Bakugo loomed over them, his cock leaking precum into his boxers. Watching y/n struggle to concentrate on the math problems. He steps closer to her, his hot breath fanning over her ear. “I better see you use everything i’ve taught you in the last 30 minutes. Get these correct.”

“I don’t know how to do it!” I whined frustrated. Not being able to focus properly while being pleasured.

Kirishima's grip on y/ns hips tightened, his breathing growing ragged as he fights to just bend her over her desk and fuck her raw. He leans forward, “You’re a smart girl. Isn’t she Kats? You’ll be able to do it. Isn’t that right baby? Show him your more than just a little pretty face.” Moving his fingers now down to slide one into your hole. Causing you to almost melt into his arms. He reaches the hand of his that was on your hip, up to cup y/ns breast. Kneading the soft flesh roughly as his thumb circles her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Okay! Stop so I can focus.” You huffed, pouting. Swatting his hands away from your chest. Causing them to both chuckle. Withdrawing his hands, keeping his now multiple fingers inside of you.

“Alright, alright. Take your time.” Bakugo smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you intently. Gaze dropping down to where your body was to meet Kirishima's fingers, the sight covered up by your shorts. Wishing they would’ve undressed you first, Waning to see your hole suck in his thick fingers.

With renewed determination, you tackle the math problems, silently grateful for Kirishima. He was moving his fingers at a non-distracting pace which was helpful. Though that didn’t keep you from letting out moans and mewls every now and then. Your mind racing to keep up with the equations as you try to ignore the delicious friction building painfully slow between your thighs. You’re finally on question 10, it’s maybe been 17 minutes since you’ve been sitting on kirishimas fingers. Both of your bodies desperate. You can feel him slowly rocking his hips against your ass. Dry humping. His fingers paced cruelly slow, and no matter how much you try to get some tiny relief, rolling your hips a bit, his firm hands at your hips don’t allow you any movement. Finally done, you hand the paper over to Bakugo so he can check it. Resting your head on your desk after he took the paper.

Bakugo takes the paper from y/n, his eyes scanning the answers quickly. Two out of three right. Not that bad, but he wasn’t going to let your mistake ruin the moment. He finished scanning your paper, letting out a low whistle. Acting impressed by your answers. He didn’t expect you to get every single one done. “Not bad, y/n. You actually managed to get them all right.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting your head off your desk, ignoring your little cry of pain. “You gonna ask nicely right? Ask us to let you cum.” Kirishimas fingers full on thrusting in and out of you at this point.

“Don’t we deserve a little please sweetheart? After all the help we’ve given you?” Kirishima added on, his own patience wearing thin. The ache in his groin has reached a nearly unbearable level, the dry humping doing nothing but edging him towards his own release.

“Please,” tears forming in your eyes, the harsh grip on your hair causing some pain to shoot through your scalp, “let me cum.”

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He mockingly cooed at you, enjoying the face you had on. The hand gripping your hair finally letting go, and with a swift motion, Kirishima was lifting you off his lap, setting you down on shaky legs for a split second, and before you could find your balance, he had already pulled down your shorts and underwear in one tug. You actually think you heard the fabric rip a little. Spinning you around, laying you down onto your back on the desk. Hastily shoving your shirt off to reveal your tits. “No bra, you fucking wanted this from the beginning hah?” Leaning down to such on your chest.

“You’re making it look like she’s your reward kiri.” Bakugo said with a laugh.

It was then when you’d turn your head to look at the other man. When did he take his shirt off? God the sight of both of them shirtless, Kirishimas costume doesn’t even have a shirt. Their hard muscles, turning you on more. They were so fine.

“Fuck yeah I am, dunno why you made her answer the long ass questions”, he said went a low moan as he wasted no time taking his cock out, stroking it a few times before rubbing it against your wet entrance. “Don’t worry kats, you’ll get your turn for when she has to do her english.” He winked at the other man. As he just watched the scene unfold. Palming himself through his pants.

“No more teasing…” You say as you arch your back, reaching out to attempt to pull him closer.

“We need condoms, you have any or….?”

“I’m on the pill.”

With a smirk, he gripped your hips tightly, slowly entering your body. Both of your moans being the most erotic thing Bakugo has ever heard. He slowly picked up his pace after letting you adjust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, punctuated by your wanton moans and gasps. You being wet enough from all the fingering for him to feel all your slick.

“Fuck-, you feel so fucking tight sweets. All for us huh? You want us to make you feel good? Wanna cum on our cocks?” Leaning down to give your cheeks soft pecks, tiny kisses that did not match the intensity of his thrusting. You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face into his neck. He dragged one of his hands down to rub on your clit harshly. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me show my beautiful girl a good time yeah? Doing so fucking good.” Your moans music to his ears. Your cries grow louder, body trembling on the brink of climax.

“I wanna cum, please..” My words barely intelligible, to blissed out.

“Cum for me. Go ahead. Make yourself feel good on my cock baby.” His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his release. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you one final time, orgasm triggering hers. “Fuck…” He let out a low groan. Your entire body seizes up, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your walls clench around Kirishima's pulsing cock. Not yet pulling out, his now soft cock resting inside of you. He leaned down giving your face a few more pecks, whispering how good you were for him and how you took him so well like he knew you could. When he finally pulled out, the noise was so lewd. Almost as much as the scene, his cum immediately leaking out of you. Dripping down your inner thighs.

Leaving you collapsed across the desk in a heap of satisfaction and exhaustion. Kirishima moved out the way for Bakugo. Tucking himself back into his pants. He laid down lazily on your bed. Eyes shut and chest heaving.

Bakugo approaches, a sly smile playing on his lips. “So...” Your still breathing heavy. Your exhausted. He leans down to your ear as youre still laid out on the desk. “How long does it take for you to go round two?” he whispered huskily.

Bakugos warm breath sends a shiver down your spine, his words igniting a spark of desire despite your post-orgasmic haze. Looking up at him with hooded eyes. “M’not s-sure. but ‘m so sensitive kats~” I pant.

“You can take it can’t you? Hm?” Leaving down to give your collar bone a small bite.

You winced a bit, “I….give me like 5 minutes to collect myself?”

All he does is just shrug. Proceeding to sit down in your chair, pulling your body off the desk and down on his cock, making you gasp and shudder. “F-fuck s’to much! s’to much!” You try to push off his shoulders to get off his hard cock, but he holds on tight by the hips.

“Nuh uh baby,” he groans at your shaking, “ya know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you. I can’t hold back anymore. Just stay still and relax.” moaning at your fluttering hole, still clearly sensitive. You were involuntarily squeezing him so hard, you couldn’t help it. “You can have your break while letting kiri teach you your english.”

That was Kirishimas cue to finally get up and to head back over to the spot on your bed closest to your desk. He reaches for the English textbook, flipping it open.

You spoke up, tears dropping down your face, “s’to much,” you mewled. “I can’t do this-..I can’t-“

“Shhh,” Bakugo tried to soothe you, rubbing soft circles on your hips, “I’m not even moving right now babe.” He gave your shoulder a soft kiss.

Kirishima leaned forward to wipe a few of your tears, this is how it always was. Bakugo and Kirishima have fucked plenty of girls together before. Kirishima breaking them down, for bakugo to fuck them broken.“You can take it. Oh this chapter looks easy, you’re not going dumb on us now are you?”

Bakugo wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close as he began to rock his hips subtly. Maintaining a gentle friction that kept your senses heightened without pushing you to far just yet. God he was so close already. Your tears and tiny protests pushing his arousal even further. He knew it was sick but the sight of Kirishima belittling you made his cock pulse.

“You said you wouldn’t move!” Ignoring Kirishima words and gripping onto Bakugos arm around your waist, nails digging into the skin.

“Just relax and focus on the lesson,” he spoke up to say after he heard you give another few protests. Giving your nipples a harsh squeeze to shut you up.

As Kirishima began to explain the material, y/n found it impossible to concentrate. “I-I think I remember most of this already though...” mumbling quietly. Feeling Kiris cum still dripping out, even more slowly now since Bakugos cock was keeping it plugged in.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice as he addresses your comment. “Is that so? Thought you were having trouble.”

“I remember it now…” I breathlessly say.

Bakugo chuckles, he starts to move his hips more purposefully, picking up speed and depth as he fucks you in slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust giving her a fresh new wave of pleasure. “I don’t appreciate you lying to us just to get what you want. Thought you were a good girl.” He said with a feigned pout. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone bad? Only little brats lie y’know that?”

“Not a brat!” You said, arching your back into his body. The immediate switch from slow to fast flustering you.

Kirishima stepped into the bickering, “Prove it and correct this question.” Giving you the paper.

“i-i think…so….basically—“ pant “when is bakugo going to make me cum.” I whine.

“Focus on the question he gave you stupid,” One of his hands coming up to wrap around your throat. “It’s just one fucking question. Don’t be a cock whore now.”

And with that, you answered.

Kirishima grinned triumphantly as you managed to provide a correct answer, sending Bakugo a signal when he threw him a nod.

“That's it.” Bakugo picked you up, laying you down chest first against your desk. He sped up his pace, balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust. Causing you to let out noises you didn’t know you could make. “Earned your reward,” he roughly said, leaning down, kissing your back. Groaning as his control was slipping. Your desperate pleas for him not to stop reaching a fever pitch. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you and holding still, cock throbbing as he finished. The sensation of Bakugo's his cum flooding your insides pushed you over the edge. Body convulsing in ecstasy, a noise tearing from your throat as you cum hard.

You let out a strangled sob as you felt Bakugo still thrusting slowly. Causing an uncomfortable pressure of overstimulation. Bakugo with a furrowed brow just smirked. Giving 5 more hard thrusts before pulling out. His cum flooding out kirishimas. Looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, bended over your desk. Tucking himself back into his pants, zipping up casually.

Kirishima shakes his head, chuckling softly as he grabbed some tissues from your dresser top, wiping you down and helping you sit up. “You just haddd to overdo it.” He said after helping you back into your bottoms. Then standing back up and giving your forehead a kiss, shoving you into his chest. Holding your trembling body into a hug.

Bakugo rolls his eyes, this time it was he who was laying on your bed, chest heaving, face flushed. “Yeah yeah, she did ask for it.”

You look at them both with spent eyes. “So tired. Also thank you guys for the help...” Words a little muffled from kirishimas chest.

Bakugo nodded in acknowledgment to your thanks. “When’re your parents coming back?”

“They’re out of town. I think in three days?”

You said, almost dozing off in a state of sleep.

The two men smirked at each other before Kirishima spoke up. “Whadya say we sleepover huh sweets?”

“Get some sleep. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.”

“pick up tomorrow? Are you trying to kill me?”

Guys help i accidentally clicked a button and this survey thing popped up and it won’t delete. 💔

[nobodycaresabt]

Fanart for Fractal Chapter 10: Disintegration by @Lezzxx123