hiori always considered himself an ultra-sadist. others never lingered much on the topic, believing the confession to be some sort of joke. who would admit that so openly? suffice to say, it was no longer a joke they could ignore once you came into the picture. hiori’s sweet little girlfriend: attentive, kind, and almost perfect. every interaction between you and his teammates left them even more confused about the dynamic of you two. they could see the dark, blistering hickeys you tried, and failed, to cover up. they weren’t oblivious to the bruises littered over your legs and chest—and certainly not the cuts that lay rest on your thighs beneath your shorts and skirts. the evidence on your body and the dynamic front both of you put up confused them further.
his teammates were surprised to see how hiori developed into his relationship. once the polite, but withdrawn, gamer whose preferred type was someone independent—he’s become obsessed with you. despite the obvious proof of him hurting you, the situation is much more different than what they’d expect. hiori is the one that follows you around like a puppy—while you remain cheerful and whipped in love. he treats you so nice in public, albeit a bit possessive, and his teammates contemplate asking if you’re okay.
but what they don’t realize is that you fucking love it. they just don’t understand the depth of your love, and how both of you are addicts for each other. “now there’s my fuckin’ slut,” hiori drawls, hand wrapped around your throat. your mind reels from the mind-bending pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt, coupled with the limited oxygen supply to your brain. it makes you dizzy—pliant. the name only adds a little more to the dizzying feeling of going dumb, and hiori scoffs. “oh? is my lil’ girl coming back to me?”
hiori chuckles as he watches you nod your head mindlessly. in truth, you don’t even know what he’s even saying—you’re too focused on the way his dick curves perfectly into that brain-melting spot. his grin quickly fades into a frown as he realizes you’re not even listening, but he’ll believe your mindless babbling just this once. “really? that ain’t good, then!”
you choke out a moan as hiori tightens the pressure around your throat, fingers digging into the sides of your neck. you’re so pathetic that it makes hiori laugh. not only is he choking you for the sake of watching the light leave your eyes, it’s to hold you down as well. his grip on your neck ensures your position against the bed as you take his cock drilling into you in rough thrusts. it’s enough to produce a clap every time his pelvis meets the underside of your thighs, bottoming out with each slam of his hips. you’re not even sure if the pain in your thighs is from the strain of holding them up—or if it’s from the various cuts littered around your upper thighs. each slam of hiori’s hips push your thighs closer to your tummy, fresh wounds basically being slapped with every thrust.
“look at these thighs, sugar,” hiori moans loudly, the sight of bruises that he left on your body turning him on even more. “you’re all covered in me. see? ya even got my name right here.”
hiori pulls one of your thighs down to wrap your leg around his waist. this allows him to see his name carved into your pretty skin, on the topside of your upper thigh. it’s still fresh, hiori yo only being scabbed from the pooling blood just a couple minutes ago. hiori uses his free hand to slap at the wound of his name, setting in motion for you a full-body jolt and erupting a loud moan. the stinging pain is just so good, hiori already knows that. and he loves the way you live for the pain he inflicts.
others would never understand the pure obsession between the two of you. he loves you dearly, and wants to keep you all to himself. he’s confident that you love him all the same—that’s why you’re here now just taking it, after all. hiori enjoys the reactions he can draw out of you with just the drag of a knife, his teeth on your skin, or even the slightest threat to your usual comfort. they’re all embodiments of vulnerability and weakness—a type of rare entertainment that gets his blood drunk on the dopamine. only he can do this to you—just a sadist with his equal-footing masochist.
others would hardly believe you if you confessed to liking the pain. it’s romantic, really—to submit your pleasure and pain to the person you love and trust. others would consider hiori psychotic for even wanting to hurt his partner like that, but they don’t know that if that’s the case, you’re equally as fucked up as hiori. while he intoxicates himself with the dopamine of seeing you bruised and vulnerable, you elate yourself off the endorphins that stem from the physical pain. everything that hiori inflicts upon you is simply invigorating—euphoric, even. and when the endorphins mix with the mind-dizzying feeling of hiori’s cock plunging in and out of you, it feels as if you truly cannot think anymore, surrendering all your natural defenses in the name of pleasure.
he bullies your cunt with such precision—too bad you’re too brainless to really savor the accuracy and sensation of his thrusts. but it’s okay because that’s hiori’s goal, “i’m gonna make ya my dumb fuckin’ mutt. you’re mine to hurt.” his vulgarity grounds you slightly, and you wantonly sob as he increases the pace of his hips. you’re suddenly hyperaware of the stinging wounds on your thighs, his fingers twitching against your neck, and the difficult drag of his dick in and out of your cunt that desperately sucks him back in. but your moment of clarity is ripped from you the moment the head of his cock makes contact with that spot inside you again—mushing your brain and sending pleasure straight to your clit.
“hey,” hiori drones, unamused by how easily his girl vanishes as soon as he gives you slightest of pleasure. “did ya hear me, sugar?”
you whine in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head as hiori slows his hips to deliver forceful thrusts to your cunt. hiori clicks his tongue and withdraws the hand around your leg currently wrapped around him, bringing it up to your pretty face. “i asked—mph—if you heard me, slut.”
hiori doesn’t hesitate to slap you across the cheek, palm resonating a smack! from the impact. that brings you back enough to finally process hiori’s words, regardless, you still moan like a bitch in heat. you nod vigorously, a silent plea to please don’t stop to punish me. “there she is—my sweet doll.”
still, his unamused expression continues, and it draws a primal fear within you. your hands come to wrap around hiori’s neck, dragging him down to eye-level. your efforts of closing the distance doesn’t do anything to change his front, and it intensifies your panic, driving you to start chasing his high rather than yours. so, you clench hard around his cock, squeezing around him that it feels almost impossible to pull out. hiori groans at the feeling of you tightening around him, hindering his attempts to draw back his orgasm. your walls squeezing around his dick, and each spasm of your muscles around him have hiori reeling from pleasure. with every clench around his dick, and each flutter of your walls against one of the veins of his dick, push hiori closer and closer to the edge.
“sugar—gah—that’s dirty, y’know,” hiori stutters, “but two can play that game.” hiori trails his hand back down to where the two of your bodies connect, thumb settling on your clit. it’s so messy down there, and he doesn’t even have to swipe at your lips to lubricate his thumb—your arousal has already spread to your clit. hiori doesn’t even need to be inside of you to know how wet you are—he can already see the arousal that pours out of your cunt, dripping down onto the bedsheets. he rubs small, fast circles onto your clit—and coupled with the repeated motion of his cock at your g-spot, has you almost experiencing heaven for the first time.
the invitation to somewhere so divine is right at your fingertips—well, his, to be more precise. the knot in your pelvis builds too quick with the combined pleasure of vaginal and clitoral stimulation. hiori laughs at how quickly your determination to make him cum dissipates. “let go f’me, slut. i know you want to,” hiori sings in a condescending tone.
but the patronizing nature of his words don’t stop you from complying—they don’t even make you consider rebelling against his command. one of your hands dip back down to grab onto his wrist—trying to push him to speed his ministrations on your clit. hiori is hysterical at your pathetic self, “that’s it! be greedy! c’mon, slut.”
his words push you over the edge immediately, euphoria washing down on you in the form of full-body spasms. your mind blanks from the intensity of pleasure spreading throughout your body. you can faintly make out hiori’s laugh and voice over your moans, loud and unrestrained. all you can really make out from hiori is little names, and condescending guiding through your orgasm. as you slowly come down from your high, hiori is sure not to overstimulate you further and pulls out.
you’re confused once he pulls out, whining at the loss of his cock inside of you. but he doesn’t stop immediately, he’s still using his hand to stroke quickly at the base of his cock. he lifts himself from between your legs, and you instinctively straighten them out to lie properly on the bed. you watch hiori jerk himself off, and you find it strange that he won’t just continue fucking your cunt. that is until you get entranced from his pants and whimpers getting higher in pitch, and how his hand gravitates more toward pleasuring the tip of his cock.
hiori’s now on his knees to the side of you, and he has his hand resting besides your head to hold himself up. his eyes roll back, and his head tips back ever so slightly, mouth hanging open. “sugar, gonna cum—fuck!”
while cumming from his hand isn’t even measurable to cumming inside of your warm, wet cunt—the sight is worth it. hiori cums with a low groan as he spurts all over the fresh wound of his name on your thigh. you’re left surprised, and maybe even turned on for another around at the site. you’re lucky the blood is already dried and beginning to scab, and it’s fucking hot that hiori took advantage of that. he’s delirious as he grins at you, eyes flittering between your face and the sight of his ropes coating his name.
“i guess i should clean that up, right?” hiori reaches for the nightstand, ready to grab a tissue until he suddenly withdraws. he turns back towards you slowly, a deranged smile forming on his face. “whaddya say i use my tongue?”
a/n: goodnight time to dream of hiori nuttin all over my cuts ily guys
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Obsessed Bllk boys trying to earn a praise from you x Fem! reader
Genre/Warnings: Mild angst, Toxic, unhealthy obsession, manipulation, verbal abuse, violence
Chars aged up to 19-20
A/n: I do nawttt condone behaviors listed here and so on, runaway if you ever encounter ppl like these
Part 1//Part 2
The growing veins on Ego's forehead were visible no matter how far you are from him, he was irritated, fingers intertwined covering his mouth. The clock was the only noise filling the room, loudly ticking as all the members of blue lock stood before him, aware as to why they're there.
He was tired of dealing with coaches who quit 1 week after staying in the facility. With the pressure and expectations people outside the Blue lock facility have, he needs to surpass and make them entranced in-game and rotate the field no matter which team they play against world wide. But how can that start when one of the best coaches just left?
“4 coaches.” They tensed at his voice, the room felt heavy around them as a gloomy cloud formed behind the director. They didn't mean to make all of them quit, ‘M-maybe they just needed a level-headed and way more understanding leader who could vibe with them!’ was what Anri suggested hours ago before Ego called all the players in his office.
Vibe, get that shit outta here.
“All of you managed to make the best 4 coaches quit in a span of 1 month.”
The lanky man stood up from his chair, walking around his desk as the heels of his shoes clicked under the tiles while he leaned on the sturdy table, the reflection in his glasses covering his deadly gaze he’s directing towards them, deep, inconsistent breathing with hardened bodies, tch.
Everyone didn't shift an inch as Anri, who shared the same feeling with Ego, started sweating as she lightened her gaze at the young men lined up in front of them, hands behind their backs.
“Just because we won against one of the big leagues doesn’t mean that all of you need to relax your asses and have coaches quit before your training starts.” he paused to calm himself down. Seeing some of their gazes glued to the floor with guilt.
“Where’s the leverage? I thought you worthless lumps of coal wanted to be the best. I thought you wanted to win.”
No one answered, it's not like he wanted them to anyways, he'll get his answers when they prove it to him by sco– no, bringing their name to the top and finding the greatest striker in Japan.
Anri cleared her throat to ease the tension, the poor woman had so much in her hands right after the biggest match. Offers, calls, and biddings were thrown at her left and right to the point she couldn’t even watch over the player’s statistics and development like she usually would. “It would be nice if all of you would treat the new coach nicely, she gained experience from multi-”
“She?” Ego interrupted her, along with some curious players that raised their eyes towards Anri. “Ego, we have no other choice than her, I promise that she's better than the other coaches! She managed to temporarily coach in Barcha and Munchen!”
“Temporarily.” He huffed out, now that doesn't sound convincing to them, but coaching two famous football clubs makes it interesting enough. “Hey! Why do you think Barcha won last year!?” Anri defended the woman who wasn't present in the room as everyone stared at her. It still wasn't enough to convince the director but it made him think.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Till how long can this keep up before blue lock actually reaches its downfall without touching the highest point yet. He opened his tired eyes, glaring at the 23 young men before him. There was a pause as he tapped his finger inside his pocket in anticipation before exhaling a sigh out of him.
“For the love of God, do not make her quit.”
—-------
“We're glad to have you here with us!” They bow before the young coach, some are disciplined, others are forced (Que Karasu holding Rin's head down w Isagi struggling to bring down Barou’s head) as you stand cold and unfazed. To you they needed more…polishing in some areas where they think it's shining.
“I'm more than happy to coach all of you under my care, let's all do our best and have you put where you deserve to be.” Giving them a small empty smile as you introduce yourself while bowing.
You didn't see it, but you could feel all their eyes on you as you straightened back up, the feeling of being watched disappeared in an instant as soon as you set your eyes on them. “Great! All of you and Miss (L/n) will have a statistical review on your play-”
“Oh if I may Miss Anri, but I already watched their plays and did a personal review on it, we can skip that part and start on with training. If you'd allow it.”
All eyes were on you again, not a flinch from you moved as Anri raised her eyebrows in surprise, you were straight to the point with it. “O-oh! You did? Well then… let's start with the training and have a report submitted by the end of today then!”
You nodded towards her, the men in the room were not sure about you being a coach for them, but hopefully you reach their expectations like how Anri described you as.
But how wrong they are for feeling doubtful.
—-----
“Your plays are not quite my tempo.”
Was all you said after watching 3 brutal matches against the two teams. It had been 2 weeks since your arrival and Ego was internally thanking Anri for it. You were pushing them until they couldn't carry themselves and it had been 270 minutes since the first match started, and everyone but you was sweating their ass off.
“What…?” Isagi breathed out heavily, he was laying on the grass bathed in sweat, staining his white jersey along with the other players. For sure you can see Nagi passed out as Reo was trying to wake him up despite being on different teams. You know you can't have your expectations through the roof about them, but as Ego said, you're going to give him what he wants.
“White team would've won if you didn't take a second standing at the fucking field for a moment,” you raised your head to look up towards them, “I want all of you virgins to have a 2nd vision while playing, view yourselves in a higher point, then you'll see whatever's happening on the field instead of jacking each other off in every contact.” The insults you give them were quite humbling, yet most of the time they let it pass and try not take it to heart, except for Rin, Barou, and Tokimitsu. Shidou somewhat enjoyed hearing it the most.
“..What the hell?” Hiori mumbled under his breath, wiping off the sweat under his chin. Him alongside Gagamaru and Zantetsu couldn't think straight at the moment (double it on Tetsu), lights doubling in his vision so therefore he can't visualize whatever the fuck you're saying.
“Hey, isn't this abuse?” You didn't find whoever asked that question, but you didn't need to. “Well, how far would you go through to use yourself and make a tied score change? I'm sure some of you are still itching to make that goal instead of another teammate, aren't you?"
Silence, no one answered you, but it got them thinking. Regarding today's match, did they not put in their best? You felt a few sets of eyes stare at you for a few seconds before disappearing again, Shidou was grinning at the pain, enjoying every ache that reminded him of the goals he made. Some had their eyes twitching in anger or disappointed, while the rest were struggling to stay awake or catch their breath.
You looked down at your watch to see the time, 6:48 pm, it had been 6 hours since training started, now it's time to make another report. You stood up from the bench and walked towards the exit leaving them all behind, “My duty's done for today, I'll see you ladies tomorrow after breakfast for an elimination round regarding today's match.”
They shit their hearts out, all eyes were snapped wide open and placed on you. What the hell do you mean by elimination round?
“W-wait! Miss (L/n)!” Isagi called out to you, his body ached as he struggled to pick himself up. Limping towards you as you turned around to the blue haired man who was resting his hands on his knees. “Wh– what do you mean by that? Is that allowed?” He breathed out heavily. There's no way you'd do that after a brutal session, there's no way that Ego would just let one of his best players be dismissed just like that.
“She's right actually.” Speaking of the devil, the sounds of the speakers echoed around the indoor field as Ego appeared on screen. “Based on 2 weeks of training sessions and today's matches, I can't believe I have to let one of you go. If I want to find the best striker out there, then I'd let Miss (L/n) help coach under you, this was a suggestion of hers to see how much you coal socks would push yourselves to an extent, but I have overestimated you.” he was slurping on yakisoba noodles as Anri was scolding at him behind the camera. The young men who were wringed out and deflated on the ground looked at you with some type of emotion they couldn't lash out publicly, so they kept it to themselves.
You on the other hand, were secretly amused by this, you knew what they felt, you knew that they wanted to scream at the sudden elimination you brought out of nowhere. “But we didn't know th-”
“Why do you think you lot played 3 matches for the past 4.5 hours straight? Shouldn't you figure it out when it started? Sharpen your way of thinking people, I expected better from all of you.” Ego cut them off, screen going black, not caring about how some of them were starting to panic on the inside, this was all so sudden to them, was this the end for them playing in blue lock?
You looked at Isagi as his mouth was left open, his body was tense, especially on his shoulders. So you cleared your throat to let him know that you're still there and needed to leave.
“If you have anything else to ask while I'm still here, please do it fast” He snapped his head towards you, his sweat flinging in different directions to your dismay as he looked at you with wide, crazed eyes.
“..Why didn't you tell us?”
Was all he asked you, you expected this kind of reaction due to your experiences, reminding you of those two players back in Germany, old times. “If I told you to play, I meant it literally. Not a slop-on-my-dick type just because you're safe from winning against the Sae Itoshi, remember blue lock, you're still starting. Expect some eliminations and biddings coming your way. Thank me for preparing you for the worse.”
Isagi couldn't help but feel mixed towards you along with the other players. The questions you asked them, the pressure that you put them under training, they were tired but it drove them to like it. Why? Because it was you, your blank stare that you give them, the lack of praise they receive when they did something that passed your expectations. They wanted to earn something you half-assly gave them: Your acknowledgement that they were great players. So they should applaud towards Anri for finding the perfect coach they're having a rush to have a challenge with.
You turned your heel against all of them, your back burning from the stares you're receiving as the metal doors shielded you once you went inside.
—----
“She's insane.”
Karasu mumbled out loud, shoulders slumped down to relax, warm towel wrapped around his neck to ease the ache as the rest of the men were taking showers in the bathroom, some humming in agreement.
“I thought she watched our plays already, not that I mind tho” Otoya chuckled out with Shidou as Yukimiya and Hiori rolled their eyes. Typical of them, “She's watching how hard we can push ourselves to an extent.”
A few heads then to Isagi, “Okay who gives a shit about that, one of us is literally going to be eliminated tomorrow.” Chigiri snapped towards them, the atmosphere suddenly dimmed at the mention of elimination, at the mention of ‘you’ when you brought it up with no warning at all.
There's no medicine to cure whatever they're feeling, no plan, no suggestions talked about as the majority of them sulked.
“I know I played well so it's not me.” Rin started, the whole room shifted their attention to him with his bold statement. So it's like that huh?
“Obviously it won't be me either, I scored 4 points total for the whole team for 2 matches!” Isagi continued what can't be undone as the others followed suit, a small argument forming in the bathing room. “You still lost” “I scored 3 goals!” “Hey you had 2 assists from me!” “Assists don't matter!”
They couldn't stop arguing as the night went on, debating on who did the most to least during the match until they tire themselves out. And now that everyone's in their dorms, none of them couldn't sleep, too busy worrying about who's going to be eliminated. Hopefully some type of miracle would happen.
—----
The day has come, breakfast was served an hour ago and none of them could eat as their muscles ached, a few of them chatting with each other, too worried to stomach anything with dread erupting in their chests. The metal doors slide opened as you came into view, everyone went quiet as they stared at you. Eyeing the tablet propped close to your chest, the name of the player encoded in it to announce who's going to be eliminated today.
“It would be nice if you “kids” would have sustenance before playing a “death” match. Your diet’s part of the most important role in becoming the best.”
Their eyes widened, they didn't expect that from you as they froze. “I thought,-”
“I know, it's a bit harsh to set up a surprise of suddenly eliminating a teammate. So I talked to Ego and asked if we could give you all one last chance to prove that you don't deserve to get eliminated. So, eat your breakfast, and meet me at the field tomorrow afternoon.” Oh they could just apologize for talking to you like that yesterday but they didn't, they sighed out in relief as you walked away to grab your own breakfast, losing yourself in their line of sight.
They can finally breathe, but it's only temporary as some of them got up to get their breakfast while others stayed. “So a last match?” Nanase mumbled nervously, thumbs twiddling with each other under the table as Raichi sneered. “Bullshit!!! She's playing with us! Yesterday she's all talk about who's leaving, next she'll schedule in a match!?”
The others hummed in agreement, is this some type of method you’re using? It can’t be because Ego had it confirmed. They were quite confused, intimidated about how you'd shape them until they're the greatest in your view. But it's not like they're disagreeing with your ways or have any better ideas for now. “I’ll show her that I’m worth being here!” Bachira cheered for himself, he’s aware of his performance as the others started to get competitive.
‘Show her’
To prove themselves under your favor that they are worthy of becoming the greatest.
—-------
The day of the match came in quick, the day of who's going to be put down as 2 teams assigned against each other were facing you. “This match will be done differently,” you paused as 11 blue lock holograms came into view behind you, mirroring the player’s stance as they stared in shock. “Instead of playing against each other, let’s up the difficulty. These holographic players function based on the records I got from the first and last match, just more polished than all of you. They’re programmed to mirror, counter, and deflect your play style and accuracy in the field.”
‘So you watched our plays just to use it against us?’ Reo thought to himself with a challenged smirk. Now that’s impressive, Isagi was tightly gripping his hand behind his back out of anticipation. Amazed at your bark and bite session you do for them every meet-up.
Others were biting their lips nervously, feeling threatened as the rest were feeling challenged as Bachira, Raichi, and Shidou couldn’t help but shake excitedly. Nagi and Rin on the other hand grew irritated or tired. Just how extreme can you get?
“Play the best you can, today is your last after all.” You rubbed the wound harshly with that, intentionally pushing fear inside of them as you walked away and sat down at the bench along with Rin’s team as Isagi’s team went on first.
—---
The first-half of the match was quite painful to watch resulting in a 1-3 score and Isagi's team was crumbling in fast. He was close to losing it as Kurona was being shaken wide awake by Tokimitsu who was a nervous wreck. Yukimiya was pinching his nose in frustration along with Kiyora on the ground wiping off his sweat under his jersey, the rest were catching their breath as they checked on the timer.
It was messy, they were desperate for a win as the team sitting next to you were getting filled with doubt, Rin who was sitting to you the closest, glanced at your tablet every now and then. Checking each player’s stats and you ranking them from highest to lowest based on their plays. He was tense where he sat, unlike Shidou and Barou who isn’t nonchalant about what they feel, Aryu was pulling his hair from the tension as Niko was sitting quietly, there’s no way Isagi’s team would lose to a better “copy” of them.
Some were concerned, some didn’t give a shit because it wasn’t them being put in that position. All they can do for now is learn and observe.
And thus, the match ended, resulting in a loss for the white team, a score of 2-4. They were so far to even out the score until the holographic player swiftly stole the ball from a raging Isagi. They walked towards the bench slumped, sweaty, and defeated. Some were too tired to care about the elimination for now as Isagi crumpled on the bench in fear and disappointment, his hands gripping on his scalp harshly before resting it on his face while Rin’s team went on the field, still processing the loss on the first team as the match started.
“That was the best all of you could do.” A not so genuine comment came out from your mouth, eyes not looking up from your tablet while you scroll through stats as the others glanced at you. Isagi on the other hand moved his head sideways to look at you, eyes sharp like a falcon. You look like you didn’t give a shit about their loss at all, It’s like you favoured the holographic players more than them.
And they hated that, did you not see them sweat their ass off and vomit till they couldn’t work out anymore? Did you acknowledge their hard work at all? Of course you did, you just never showed any warm emotion towards them ever since you came in.
Yet, they needed to hear your praise, your voice telling them that you were proud of what they've become, but that time hadn’t come yet. And because of that, they acknowledged defeat that they were nowhere near “Great” as they thought they were.
—---
Rin and his team were just as bad as Isagi’s, more loud and chaotic even. The results were the same as before, 2-4, they devastatingly lost. Karasu was biting his cheek, eyebrows furrowed as Rin cursed under his breath, he swore he could've played better if it was just him in the field with better players now that the match is over. You stand up from your seat, calling the other team to follow you as all of you walk over the field, the tension rising every time you take a step close to them.
You opened up your tablet as all of them had their hearts racing, "I'm sure you’re all aware of your performances for the past few weeks, yes?” they tensed at your voice, your eyes were reading the final result as you looked at them. There are your empty eyes again, making them straighten up their postures.
“Based on today’s match,”
They were scared, even the toughest ones would secretly admit.
"The player who’d be eliminated–”
Please give us one more chance,
“And refrain from entering blue lock again is,”
You paused for a second. They couldn’t breathe, the anticipation of anyone’s name mentioned from your mouth was like a gun waiting to be aimed at their head.
“No one.”
…
They all froze. They couldn’t believe what they just heard, No one’s going to be eliminated?
“What?” Barou muttered angrily under his breath, “What the hell are you saying? What do you mean “no one”?!” Bachira and Karasu were holding him back as best as they could to not make him go near you.
“...Y-you’re not here to waste our time are you?” Reo hesitated, doubt was filling the room as they all looked at you, all the fear they carried throughout the game, the emotional stress you made them feel, all that just for no one to leave?
“It was a genius plan.”
There goes Ego appearing again on screen. “Take this punishment formed as a lesson from the last shitty match. I don’t want any more excuses for all of you to play so carelessly, you were all losing, so don’t take any of this for granted again, unless you really want to be dismissed. Am I clear with all of you?”
A few of them answered as his screen went black. They don’t know exactly how to feel, feeling everything and nothing at once. The pit of their stomach leaves a sour feeling for them. “Tomorrow’s a rest day,” you started, “I want all of you to not lift any gym equipment nor get close to the field, I have your training and workout plans scheduled personally for all of you on the following day, I’m certain your bodies would get sore, so take a break ok?”
They didn’t answer you, and yet that was the most where they heard you sound genuine. Some just gave in small nods and hums while the others didn’t look you in the eye. You stared at their tired figures and excused yourself as you took your leave, taking a few steps far away from them. “Oh and by the way,” you turned around to face them as some raised their heads in your direction.
“Those holographic men were actually leveled to a watered-down master’s play, all of you just played against one of the world’s best football players to a degree that's why both teams lost. But in my view, all of you did great.” And there it was, something they always wanted to hear. A part of them couldn’t believe that they finally have you say that to them after weeks of endless torture. A genuine smile was etched up on your face and in that moment, it turned up a switch inside their bodies.
Now they want more from you.
Their eyes glued on you as you left the field. They didn’t want you to leave yet, just come back, come back and praise them once more. Give them that warm smile and tell it to their face that they were the best. There was no one in the room to tell them that these men would fold under you the moment you praise them, well most, but not all.
You were fucking with them, mentally emotionally, and physically, and they didn’t know why they liked it. A part of them wants to heave out all their frustrations and anger for what you just put them through, while the other half ....was obsessed with getting your approval again. Seeing your facial expression soften in their direction was a high for them, and your praise just boosted the effect faster.
—-------
Everything you say meant to them more than anything that day. They listened to your instructions, took the day off and lounged in their rooms or the cafeteria, though there’s just one problem, they didn’t know what else to do when you’re not there with them. Staying away from the field and gym room was quite a challenge since you temporarily “banned” them from visiting. So they requested for you, a little bonding moment with doing homework to not forget their education.
All of you were at the study room, with you sitting in-between Nanase and Gagamaru, teaching them basic English. “Did I do this right Miss (L/n)?” Nanase raised up his paper in front of you. His handwriting in English wasn't the best but it's a great start. “It's good enough, though keep your lines straight unless you want me to have a seizure reading through it.” A normal praise with a side of insult came out from you as Nanase turned red, nodding and erasing his work to start again.
“What about me miss (L/n)? Can you check mine?” Bachira ran up to you, squeezing through you and Nanase as the poor boy yelled out a “Hey!” towards Bachira, making him sit farther away from you. You then glanced at his paper an- dear mother of fuck you couldn't understand anything at all.
“Don't tell me you still hold a pencil like you're 5 Bachira…” you deadpan at him, sighing before grabbing his paper and a red pencil. You were visually teaching him how to write the alphabetical letters swiftly, clean, and simple, making sure that he understood it well. He then copied how you write it out and improved immediately, though some letters still looked crooked, it was better than whatever he presented at first.
“Woah! I did better than the last! Did I Miss (L/n)!?” He was happy about his work. You were happy for him as you smiled, warming up as you praised him “You did very good Bachira, keep up and I don't have to read a doctor's handwriting from you.” Oh you weren't aware of what the praise did to him, along with the rest of the men with you.
Bachira’s smile widened as his heart quickened in his chest. He looked at the rest of his teammates across the table, smiling at them in victory like he was the chosen egotist, handpicked by you. And they can't help but feel bitter inside, so one by one, most of them come to you for help, pretending that they're bad at it and trying to receive praise for doing a damn great job at something they were already good at.
And Ego saw straight through them. His back was hunched as he watched the scene blooming in front of him, is this what happens when you bring a woman in blue lock? He questioned himself as some of the men tried to call for your attention to correct an error they themselves can do without struggle.
“Huh… So all they needed was a woman’s attention to have their asses spiked up?” he mumbled. Anri stood beside him watching the screens with a sweatdrop, they weren’t sure about the chemical reactions or divine happenings getting undone in front of them, but they sure as hell know that these men favor you out of all the coaches that quit fast.
“Heh…” Anri glanced down to Ego, suddenly freezing as she saw a crazed grin appear on his face. It sent chills towards her spine as the lanky man laughed on his seat, clutching his sides like it hurt. It only lasted for a few seconds before he suddenly went quiet, the silence was too eerie for Anri as she shifted uncomfortably in her spot. “Bringing her here was the greatest mistake you’ve ever made, Anri.” He stared at the screen with wide eyes, watching you on the large TV as you unintentionally held onto their invisible chains only he could see. Is this their new drive to become the greatest? If so, he’ll let it happen.
A/n: Imagine Ego turning into Fletcher cs yk, he likes whiplash (or he alr was)...ALSO this shit of a fic were kept in my drafts for weeks and it gets published the day the leaks came out with Ego BENCHING RRRINNNNNN--LAWDDD
forever was just a promise (one that i wish we could keep)
hiori watches your suicide...keeps your corpse... and eventually kills himself with your rotting skeleton next to him...
tw: suicide (by hanging) , self inflicted stab wounds , decomposition of a body (poorly described / not accurate) , depictions of depression , reader self-harm (implied) , maggots eating flesh and stuff like that
wc: 2.1k
forever was something funny for hiori.
what did it mean for someone like him? for a boy who never considered living past his late twenties?
what did it mean?
did forever mean until the end of time, until the earth explodes and the sun burns out? a supernova of colorful elements clashing together, burning bright and dying out just as fast?
or was it until the end of his pitiful life, when he finally went through with the plan he created for a last resort, for when everything slipped out of his control?
“forever” came to hiori’s tongue as naturally as his vomit. it was a disgusting, awful taste. something that he could feel rising in his throat and inside the saltiness of his spit.
each time you said forever, hiori felt an uneasiness inside him. because how long did forever mean?
we’ll be together forever, yo-chan.
this marks our forever promise!
he shivers in his sleep. you were optimistic, at least, what you liked to portray you were. maybe thats what hiori liked about you. how you always seemed to shine the brightest, leaving him chasing after a bright light that burned his eyes and left him wincing in the afterimage.
but just like stars, you burnt out just as fast.
he had a vague feeling of what you were experiencing—but only a feeling. he never had anything concrete, and he didn't want to assume. he didn’t want to be invasive. what only mattered was the sound of your heartbeat, lulling him to sleep. what he only sought after was his body on yours, grappling for any feel of that unfamiliar warmth that you gave him; that the two of you made.
and what if he did tell you about his suspicions? he was the same as you. he had no place in pushing you if he lived in the exact dark place you resided in as well.
it wasn’t much, but it was a spark. two cold, lost, hearts. two organisms that finally found meaning in each other after searching for a long, long, time. after searching for forever.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
your door was left ajar. he came in the dead of the night, seeking comfort in your arms. you didnt answer his calls, nor his texts, and he was starting to feel uneasy.
the first thing he heard was a thud of something heavy on the ground. then the sound of rope straining against skin, the labored asphyxiation of a closed trachea, a light snap of bone, and then silence.
the next thing he saw was the shadow of your hanging body, illuminated by the moon shining mockingly bright through your window.
his eyes fly open. the blood in his veins stop, and so does his heart.
hiori stands there, unmoving, unblinking, unthinking. was he scared? there were far more violent scenes in the video games he plays every day. what was it that was paralyzing him, rooting him to the floor? what even was happening?
his lungs remember to breathe after his vision starts blurring. he felt nauseous. he felt sick. he felt angry, he felt despair, he felt everything, almost. yet nothing came to stick.
it seemed like his entire existence was quivering underneath him, the cracks—already formed, already there—rapidly spreading and widening until it was as large as the chasm in his stomach, ready to swallow him up and spread him wide and thin and long and tight until he was nothing, but the black in your shadow.
he pushes the door wider open after a while. its creak—the one that you said you would fix one day—seemed to tear apart his eardrums.
his legs seemed heavier than usual. his parched throat—trying to correct itself by gulping, only seemed to heave up his stomach acids instead of any saliva.
his eyes reaches the kicked chair. they reach your bed (and the messiness of your sheets, that stain of blood you tried to hide from him underneath your blanket). they reach your desk (where he sometimes sat watching you sleep, wanting nothing more than to hear the sound of your breathing). they skim past all the trash and all the dust left piling in your room, all the words of forever that clung on your walls and the all the nice clothes you were saving in the closet for any special occasions coming your way (even when you both knew you had given up on that a long time ago).
his eyes try to look anywhere but the bare hanging feet in the air. anywhere but your limp torso, your limp fingers. anywhere but where you head was bent into that terrifying, unhuman angle.
a gust of wind from the open night drifts through your window and hits hiori cold in the face. he shivers, muscles tensing. he feels colder now than he did in any other moment in his life.
hiori exhales, his wandering eyes finding the teasing moonlight shining onto your reflection. he doesn’t look at that; for the first time, he’s not looking at you. instead, he shifts his gaze deep into the inky night, wondering if you flew up into the clouds yet.
he doesn’t know how long he stayed there for, staring into the waning moon and listening to the trees rustling until it turned into blinking away from the rising sun and the shrill of morningbirds piercing his ears.
the morning after seemed hauntingly normal after what just happened the night before. the sun still rose—that wasn’t supposed to happen. his world stopped when you weren’t a part in it anymore. the sky turned blue—a sickening color. you always liked to tell him that his hair matched the sky. now that you’re gone, how was he supposed to go outside and look up without feeling like throwing up? his phone lit up with messages from his friends. karasu, isagi, nanase… their names sounded like static compared to yours. how could anyone go on with their lives without you in it?
all the things around him, each texture or color, the shape and sizes—they didn’t seem real anymore. nothing did. what only felt painfully real was your corpse, still floating. . .
he took you down. carefully propped that chair back up and painstakingly untied your knots with shaking fingers until you were gently settled back on your bed. it was difficult—rigor mortis and all—and he hated every second of it.
yet still, he touches your hair, finding the curve of your eyes. he doesn’t mind the abnormal coldness of your skin—his hands were always cold. yet you always wrapped your hands around them. he looks closely, and sees slight hues of red and purple and blue and black bloom on your skin like flowers on a comfortable spring day. he misses when you’d promise him that you’d take him there to see them one day. then, all you did was lie with him in silence. now, all he did was lie with you in a choking haze.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
hiori never found it in him to leave your room after that. he couldn’t bear the idea of him leaving your skin once more—even if that skin had already rotted beyond recognition. every time he tried to leave, a pestering, gnawing feeling would creep up on his back, as if your eyes had regrown and was watching his every movement. as if he could feel your silent plea, spoken only by your eyes.
please don’t leave me.
he was quite used to those words. he uttered them more than anyone else. for someone who liked being alone so often, it didn’t make sense (even to himself) why his being craved for you, why his cells begged for your comfort, or why your conscience never left him.
hiori left that question up to you to answer.
days and days passed in that room. days and days he spent in this weird limbo, unable to separate his dreams and his bleak reality. they both detail the same thing—your death in some other variation. your corpse in another period of decomposition.
he flips in and out through consciousness, watching your body decay through the grip of time. in so long he hasn’t stepped any further than the threshold of your door, in so long he couldn’t remember the label each day carried. hunger and thirst was only a secondary priority compared to your fleeting presence, compared to the uncertainty of how long your corpse will last. he scavenged around your room for anything edible—opting to drink weeks old bottled water, food scraps riddled with mold. he gagged, he choked, but still forced it all down if it meant that he could stay with you for a little longer than a while.
inevitably, the smell came, and so did the maggots. when hiori wasn’t busy choking on the putrid scent, he was plucking the maggots off your face with thin fingers so he could at least enjoy your face for a little longer. it didn’t work—a tired, rotted, boy couldn’t stop a natural process. however, he lived with it; lived with the fact that your face was now just the outline of your skull and the decaying tissue of your skin. but it was still you.
and that’s all that mattered.
when his body started rotting from the inside, hiori didn’t mind, because it was matching yours.
when the maggots came crawling into him after having gnawed your bones clean, hiori didn’t mind, because it proved he was there for you long enough.
⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆
hiori wakes up to (or dreams about) forever. your voice, faint, still echoes in his head. about the forever you loved, and the forever he didn’t believe in.
now, as he turns to the side and stares at your skeleton, he understands what you meant by forever.
were you waiting for him back at the place where forever existed?
hiori rummages through your desk and finds it—the box cutter you tried to hide from him that one time. he vaguely recalls the memory.
he comes to your room, silently invited by no one. he seeks only you.
as you go into the bathroom to wash your face, hiori sits on your bed—and immediately feels something sharp almost poke him. he jumps up and rummages through the blanket to find the culprit—a box cutter, tinged with blood.
he recoils his hand. he’s shocked, but in reality, he’s transfixed by your blood. the vibrant red of it that spilled onto the bedsheets, the rotted brown of it that stayed on the tip.
however, you come rushing back in the room, as if sensing hiori touching your private stuff. you snatch it from the bed, tuck it inside your shorts pocket, and whisper to him with a croaked voice;
“you… never saw anything.”
hiori could only nod.
it was never brought up again.
. . . the box cutter was rusted now, forgotten and casted aside. like you knew that you’d never use it again, and never bothered to clean it.
hiori holds it like a delicate trophy.
he gets back in the acid-saturated bed, reassuming his position he laid in for countless days. he snuggles in even closer, hugging the rotted skeleton like it was another night when he finished his games and got back in bed with you. it was disgusting, but so is he for having kept you for so long.
he holds out the box cutter, pointing the stretched blade towards him. his weak grip fumbles a little. he squeezes his eyes tight, bracing for the pain, and whispers into the air.
“we’ll meet in forever.”
hiori impales himself in the chest, right where his tired heart beats.
he never felt anything as cold as the blade, never felt anything as shocking as the cut.
he pulls the blade out of his heart—and blood immediately spews out. he thought it looked cool, how it so rapidly escaped from his body, decorating your corpse with something fresh and the bed with another color than the sickly yellow your fluids gave.
with tears in his eyes, he thrusts the box cutter in again—into his stomach. once more, that cold feeling penetrates through more than anything else. once more does the blood rush out of the wound, eager to escape the boy who let his life slip away for a single person.
hiori feels his consciousness slowly losing him again, except this time accompanied by a lightheaded dizziness that wasn’t there before. he stares at your decayed corpse, already digested by the greedy maggots—unbelievably greedier than hiori—as he bleeds out.
when he feels the last of his mind fading away, the last of his breath taking too much effort to take, he closes his eyes, and finally relaxes.
tonight, you’ll be reunited in forever.
request from @dewyd4rling !! sorry for the long wait life came up :< no a/n i don't know what to say.... i really miss hiori....
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
sypnosis: kaiser arranges a study session with you and ness, who’s had a crush on you for months, and you’re left to your dismay when kaiser ditches unbeknownst to you only.
warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), jealousy, power dynamics (msub to soft mdom), creampie, corruption kink, praise, pervert ness, size kink (big dick ness is real), leg-lock, german petnames
“and that’ll be all for this lecture. please study over the material before the end of the month, there will be a test.” your university class erupts into a fit of groans and incoherent complaints, all while you’re already gathering your things. you’re quick to shove your writing utensils and notes back into your bag, standing up partly to widen your field of vision, and partly to get the hell out of this class faster. your classmates soon follow readying to leave, peer influence, after all. securing all your belongings within the confines of your bag, you soon sling the strap over your shoulder and begin to walk towards the exit.
you’re almost to the final few feet from the door until you hear a familiar patronizing voice. “meine maus, come here.”
you roll your eyes playfully, and when you turn, you can’t fight the grin that appears once you see his in return—michael kaiser. he’s already grinning back at you, teeth and all, trouble lingering in his eyes. besides his overbearing confidence that practically shines itself like a ray of sun from his body, stands his best friend: alexis ness. the state of both of them are quite different—ness already has his things gathered and ready to go, while kaiser still has his things scattered across the desk. of course, like the loyal friend he is, ness begins to pack his best friend’s things for him like it’s routine—and it may as well be.
consequently, ness has to turn away from you—avoid your eyes from meeting his. he hears how you respond to kaiser, just a slight annoyance in your voice that doesn’t go unnoticed. “yes, meister?” that sends a tinge of pain to ness’ chest. your conversation with kaiser ensues, and ness is quite grateful that he’s picking up after kaiser—it gives him a reason not to look at you. he hears how the two of you exchange playful banter in tandem, but the master petname drives ness crazy.
“hear that, ness?” that snaps him back into reality, and ness turns to meet kaiser’s unamused expression. ness briefly glances at you, and it’s difficult to look away from your eyes, full of confusion and innocence. you stare at ness with curiosity, an unintentional pout on display. “tonight, at nine. we’re heading to the campus cafe to study.”
yeah fucking right. kaiser just means he’ll leech off both his and your notes. “oh—yeah… i’ll be there.”
ness tries not to let his disdain show in knowing of the truth. while you may not necessarily have a deep crush on kaiser—god, even just the thought riles ness up. he knows you like kaiser’s attention, and he knows that kaiser just wants to toy with you for the sake of his ego. maybe even just to get in your pants. but he’s right there—he could give you that same attention with genuine intentions. but ness is aware, the attention from a pathetic loyal pet isn’t as satisfactory for the ego as the attention of a cocky man who thinks highly of himself.
“yay! i’ll meet both of you there. see you, meister.” you drawl out the words seductively in teasing—but god, it threatens ness’ composure and his dick. “and you too, ness.”
the rest of the day continued on as it usually would for ness: remaining lectures and his soccer practice with kaiser that ended around eight because of some inconvenience from the coach’s personal life. ness could barely contain his thoughts of you—your smile, the way you looked while working in class, the seduction in your voice that kept repeating in his head all fucking afternoon. he kept having to take water breaks during soccer every time he popped a boner just from memory of it.
and now he’s here, sitting in a high stool of a wall-mounted table in front of the window. he fidgets with the corners of his notebook paper as he waits for the two of you to arrive. jeez, he spaced out during the planning of this study session and he still was the earliest to arrive. his boredom ends quickly though, as he hears the bell ring from the door opening. you stride in with your bag, probably full of notes that were designed for kaiser to understand.
ness is quick to fix his face, smile already on display as he waves you down. his heart flutters when he hears your little squeak over all the cafe-noises: chattering, machines clanking, liquids pouring, and he can still make out the sound of your voice. unlike him. you’re quick to make your way towards ness, and like the gentleman he is, he takes your stuff and sets it aside on your side of the table.
“i’ll set everything up for you. please, go order for yourself,” he verbalizes before you can even ask if kaiser is here yet. in truth, ness is stalling. not for kaiser’s arrival, not studying—he’s stalling for your heartbreak. while he’s fully aware that you hold little to no romantic feelings for his best friend, he fully understands the attachment you’ve developed for the connection.
in short—kaiser’s not coming. “call it my personal way of keeping her hooked.”
bastard. kaiser already explained his intentions prior—his little psychotic plan of taking away his attention briefly so you’re inclined to reach for him more, further, until it’s just him. ness clicks his tongue at his best friend’s cruel way of essentially leading you on. he could treat you so much better than that.
“oh, thank you, ness! do you want anything?” you ask obliviously, and ness doesn’t know whether to hug you for your eventual heartbreak or not to hide the upcoming erection just from your naivety.
“i’m alright, engel!” he lets the petname slip, and he almost wants to curse himself out for it until he sees it. the blush that dusts carefully over your cheeks. it flustered you—and ness takes a mental note to exploit that later.
ness keeps his promise and arranges everything for you while you order and wait. and once you return to your table, you continue to wait for kaiser and make small talk with ness. both of you get along much more than you originally anticipated, he was always a lot more eerily quiet to you—avoiding eye contact and just shining that wide smile that seemed to be his default expression. eventually, the conversation leads back to kaiser and you’re left to wonder.
where the hell is kaiser?
you check your phone, and it’s well past the time kaiser said was his bed-time. “kaiser’s pretty late, huh?” you try to joke and laugh it off, but ness reverts back to silence, and his smile is no longer present. you’re not entirely dumb, much different from kaiser’s prediction. you piece together the situation—kaiser’s just using you. “oh. you knew, right?”
“i’m sorry. he told me last minute and you were already on your way.” liar. “we can still study together, if you want to.”
last minute, his ass. kaiser told him right after practice in the locker room, a whole hour before this meet-up even happened. ness just wanted to spend some alone time with you, that’s all.
“it’s okay, i think i’ll just go home now.” you sound so dejected, and ness personally feels like he wants to kill kaiser right now, even despite his loyalty.
“i’ll walk you,” ness forces a half-hearted smile in order to try and lighten the mood. unbeknownst to you, all that lies in that smile is jealousy and anger, maybe even a little pity.
you try to decline ness’ offer but he insists. you sigh, a defeated smile settling on your face as you give in. it doesn’t take long for the both of you to leave, as ness hurries to gather both his and your things. the two of you walk in a comfortable silence back to your dorm, where you, fortunately, don’t have a roommate. you shove your key into the door and unlock it quickly, your thoughts racing in your head and your ego aching from the loss.
as you unlock the door, you mumble softly and begin to turn to face ness. “hey, thank you, ness. thank you for—”
“i can do so much more for you,” ness blurts. his eyes are focused on you, his irises holding an emotion you’ve never detected all those times you’ve met him prior. his words catch you off guard and ness is quick to notice your confusion. “i mean, he doesn’t deserve your attention if he treats you like that.”
ness is careful with how he words things, he doesn’t want to say he deserves your attention. he really doesn’t deserve your attention—not with how dirty he fucking is. he isn’t much better than kaiser with wanting to get in your pants, but at least he has genuine romantic attraction to you. but again, you’re not stupid. “what are you saying, ness—”
“alexis. please call me by my name, engel.” there’s that name again. it makes you fucking melt. you won’t lie to yourself. you’ve considered ness before; he’s almost, if not equally, as attractive as kaiser—and he’s on the cuter side.
“well then, alexis. jealous much?” your demeanor changes almost like a light switch, and you begin to smirk. the sight alone has ness reverting back to his puppy-like loyalty, almost making his knees buckle. you’re already halfway through the door, still facing him with your bag dropped haphazardly onto your entrance floor. your hand reaches out for ness’ jaw instinctively, and he doesn’t hesitate to nuzzle his cheek into your palm.
like a puppy.
“yes, yes—i am jealous,” ness admits. his pants already feel as if they’re tightening, and his cock begins to strain within his boxers. “please, can i come in?”
you don’t ignore his boner that’s actively growing—it only fuels the adrenaline that rushes through your veins. lust overtakes all ration as you pull ness in by the collar, allowing him to stumble in surprise into your dorm room. as both of you back up into your dorm, you’re quick to shut and lock the door behind ness—pushing him right against it. his face flushes as you take reign of the situation, effectively pushing your body against his. he shutters when he feels your chest push up against his, the soft flesh so close to his, only shielded by layers of cloth.
you look at him with faux innocence, a temptation that has ness wanting to ruin you. your hand trails back up to his cheek, and he nuzzles again on instinct. this allows you to pull his head down, and guide his lips to meet yours. it’s sweet as first, passionate as he unloads months of pining. your lips and his intertwine, pushing against each other in tandem.
your hands trail up and down ness’ arms, particularly feeling up his biceps—which are much more toned than you originally thought. ness is almost stuck in place, hands kept to himself as he’s still processing that he’s in the dorm of the girl he’s had a crush on for months—let alone kissing her. you draw back one hand to grab his, guiding him to touch you. taking ahold of his wrist, his hand is naturally spread out and leaves the perfect position to fondle your chest. he’s naturally inclined to squeeze just a little, right?
the soft plush of your tits translate as a tightening sensation within his pelvis, which then causes his cock to twitch hard in his pants. the sensation alone has him opening his mouth to let out a moan—and you don’t even contemplate when you push your tongue into his mouth. it catches ness off guard, and his hand that lays rest on your boob falters its grip slightly. he can feel the smirk that forms on your face.
fortunately, your dorm room is essentially just one room, minus the bathroom, and you pull away from kissing ness. he whines a little from the loss of your lips on his, but he has no time to complain as you grab his wrist and guide him to your bed. ness wants to burn the grin that you have on your face into his memory—it’s so fucking sexy. you place your hand onto his chest, pushing him down onto your bed. he doesn’t know how much longer he can remain patient.
he sighs when he feels your cold fingers dip beneath both of his waistbands, and he raises his hips just a little in order for you to pull them down. the contrast of his skin that’s full of warmth and the cold air results in a shaky exhale from ness. his mind is reeling, and his cock comes springing out of its confines hard and big. you’re left in shock as you take a moment to admire the sheer size of this man, but that’s soon replaced by an evil giggle.
“you’re so cute, y’know that?” ness nods reluctantly in response, throwing away his eye contact with you in embarrassment. sure, he knows he’s big, almost embarrassingly so—for his demeanor and all. no one would expect it from him, usually. “i think i’m starting to like you, alexis.”
he retorts almost instantly, albeit a bit shy, “you’re not saying that just because i have a big dick, right?” you only laugh in response, and that flares his nerves just a little bit. however, one glance at your eyes trained on him has him rest assured that no, you’re not saying that just because he has a big dick. before he can say anything else, your hand grips onto his cock firmly and it has him fucking whining.
ness squirms once he feels you thumb at his slit, a small string of pre-cum connecting you to his dick once you lift your thumb away. the moan that releases from ness is pathetically loud once you play with his frenulum. you decide you want to tease the poor man even more, using your thumb to quickly tap the head of his dick multiple times. that has his entire body convulsing as he chokes on his own whimpers. he’s almost on the verge of tears when you finally decide to stop teasing and ball your hand into a fist around his cock. you take a slow pace in jerking ness off, palm and fingers already coated in his arousal as you stroke painfully slow for his liking. he resists the urge to buck into your hand for a more desirable pace—and you notice.
“too slow for you?” you ask condescendingly and ness nods his head, ashamed and shy. you take pity on the poor boy and quicken the pace you have on his cock. he cries out, and his hand flies out to grab at your wrist. he’s so goddamn sensitive. the tightening feeling in his pelvis almost feels as if it’s a knot wanting to rip apart. of course, you don’t miss the opportunity to tease him further by pausing your ministrations and rubbing your palm against his glans quickly. and every time you do it, it rips ness apart and has him moaning like a bitch in heat.
slowly, ness can feel his orgasm beginning to build within him. he doesn’t want to cum now, but he doesn’t want to stop the pleasure either. you’re like a drug that he can’t fucking quit, a true addict to the feeling of your hand around his dick. but he’d much rather bury his cum inside of you. the signs are there though, and you go straight to finding a way that’ll make ness cum faster. his eyes widen in fear as he tightens his grip on your wrist, attempting to delay his orgasm.
“schatzi—please—don’t wanna cum yet!” he throws his head back as he feels the knot getting tighter and tighter. “oh, god—please!”
he throws his gaze back to your eyes, and he can see that you don’t plan to stop—unless he makes you. and so he does, he musters enough strength to halt your wrist from moving completely. you’re caught off guard by the sudden takeover of control as he pries your hand away from his dick. originally seated atop him, ness flips the two of you around so that you’re on your back. he only stands before you, just between your legs—which were spread out as a natural response to the change in position.
ness’ gaze narrows, darkening the look in his eyes as lust shines its way through his irises. you’re not in control anymore. and it’s evident with the way ness’ hand grips onto your inner thigh, keeping your legs apart for him. “i’m so sorry… i don’t think i can hold it back anymore.”
that’s all that ness leaves you as you feel the head of his cock press against your clit. you’re not sure when he took off your pants and panties, but you’re essentially bottomless now. you mumble a closed-moan as ness drags his cock up and down the slit of your vagina, smearing both his and your arousal. he can feel the way you clench around nothing, the wetness that drips from your cunt—the warmth and utter need. ness leans over you, your faces so close to each other that you can feel each other’s breath.
“look at me,” ness commands softly, and you comply without a second thought. his demeanor now is a stark difference than the pathetic dog that was at your mercy just a few minutes ago. but ness has a way of drawing out that submission in you without even a fight. he’s so gentle, soft-spoken—it’s terrifying.
ness maintains eye contact with you as he pushes the head of his dick past the folds of your cunt. you moan shamelessly at the stretch, but he soon places a hand over your mouth, essentially muffling all your noises. “we’re still in a dorm complex. please stay quiet, engel.”
it’s not like ness wants to keep you quiet. he wants badly to show others how good he makes you feel, but those sounds should be reserved only for him. you nod your head slowly, and ness begins to inch himself deeper into your pussy. he could very well cum right now with how your walls grip onto him like a vice. your hands wrap around his neck, shoving his head into your neck. you’re so fucking tight. and he’s fucking huge. he resists the urge to stop teasing himself and just shove his remaining length into you in one swift thrust, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. now now, not yet—he just got you.
ness is itching to fuck you already, but he waits until he’s bottomed out completely. “you took me so—hah—so well…” he praises you as he waits for your signal to finally fuck you, dick twitching inside you, begging for the slightest movement. once you’re fully accommodated to his dick, you look at ness with pure innocence in your eyes and nod, his hand still covering your mouth. you’re so fucking beautiful. he could cum just to the sight of you so pliant for him.
ness mumbles a soft thank you before he draws his hips back, only to briskly thrust back in. you cry out at the feeling of your cunt being stretched so quickly, it’s almost painful. but the pain soon melds with pleasure, lines blurring indefinitely. ness shutters as he feels your cunt desperately try to take his length, your walls practically sucking him back in, refusing to let him leave your cunt. it’s almost as if you want him to cum inside.
“you feel so, so good—” ness pats your hair softly as he picks up the pace of plunging into you. the sounds from the two of you are pure filth—and it’s not just the whines and moans that befall the two of you. it’s the shlick! that’s audible whenever ness draws his cock out and back in. it’s the clap! that resonates in the air whenever his skin reaches yours, balls slapping against your ass. and accompanied by the sweet sound of your moans? ness thinks he’s in fucking heaven. your cunt definitely fuels the illusion.
“ah—alexis! it’s t’much!” you sob, arms tired from being held up for too long, draped across his neck and still refusing to let go. ness admits, he’s doing a half-ass job at keeping you quiet, the hand on your mouth barely contains the pure pornography that originates from your mouth. he’s too focused on your pussy. you clench around him erratically, and it’s almost painful with how tight you already are. you may be aroused and stretched out, but ness is just so big.
“you can take it f’me, i know you can.” ness reassures you, and you try to shake your head no. but you’re too brainless to even deny the fact that his fat fucking cock makes you feel euphoric. ness lands a particularly mean thrust right to your g-spot, and that has you crying out all sorts of pleas. “see, liebling? such a good girl.”
your orgasm is approaching closer and closer, and the way ness bullies that erogenous spot inside you only quickens the time it’ll take to reach your climax. ness can tell—he’s approaching it with you, well, more like he’s been holding it off since your hand was on his fucking cock. he can feel the way you clench more frequently, walls twitching around his cock that has him in a chokehold. he mutters sweet praise into your ear, coaxing you closer to the brink of letting go with his dick and his words.
“gonna cum, alexis—! cumming!” you cry out, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. that turns ness on that the knot in his pelvis tightens just to the point of shattering. the way your saliva coats his hand has him incredibly turned on.
“cum for me, sweet girl,” ness purrs into your ear, his perpetual smile back on his face. he watches your face contort in pleasure and overstimulation as you cross your peak, and ness soon follows. his thrusts begin to become more erratic and sloppy, chasing for that sweet sense of relief.
“in me—alexis—cum in me!”
do you have any fucking clue what you’re saying?
your words ring in his ears loudly, and they shoot straight to his cock. he’s about to cum, and it’s so fucking filthy that you asked him to cum inside. but he can’t deny his sweet girl of a request, he just hopes that you won’t blame him for never letting you go after this. your legs wrap around ness’ waist, and you leg-lock him to your cunt.
you weren’t fucking kidding.
your desperation, the pleas, the begs, the feeling of your pussy still cumming around his dick pushes ness over. he lets go inside of you, and you can feel his cum pooling at your cervix in quick ropes. he moans loudly, whispering all sorts of praise into your ear. you can barely make out the “you’re mine now, not his” that falls from his lips in the midst of your daze. his head buries further into your neck, and he shutters as he feels your walls flutter around his softening cock.
the two of you remain like that briefly before ness peels himself away from you. he’s quick to find a nearby towel to wipe you off, and to kiss your lips softly again. you’re still dazed and dizzy, but ness thinks your afterglow is gorgeous. you’re sprawled out and weak, all because of him.
kaiser could fucking never.
a/n: it’s finally done… i truly believe ness is an obsessive, perverted pussy-whipped puppy that can go from sub to dom in like 2 seconds
notes/cw/tw: no warnings! pure fluff and chaos maybe , smau format (twitter) , user @/unanana is reader! , all pictures are taken from pinterest and are not mine! reader is afab/fem presenting or coded
— isagi yoichi
— bachira meguru
— nagi seishiro
— reo mikage
— itoshi sae
— itoshi rin
— shidou ryusei
a/n: had fun making this smau but the layout was HELL, anyways enough with the smaus timw to open thta isagi draft..
taglist: @dontlickmyfeetplz @cosmorainpuddle @owltrace (three of you now🌹🌹🥰😍👽)
a.k.a. a disgustingly long (11.3k words... ugh...) collection of pretty much every thought I've had about lesbo Eito x reader, organized into 26 parts using the alphabet
A few notes before we get into this hellzone of a post!!!
1 - While most of this was written to be inclusive for any and all girlies, the M section involves AFAB reader. Feel free to skip that one if it's not something you're comfy with
2 - ♥︎ means this section has NSFW. Again, feel free to skip if that's not up your alley
3 - Canon Eito is a manipulative, immoral menace to society. Lesbeito is no different. We support women's rights AND women's wrongs here!!! So yeah. There's a lot of awful behavior here per usual. Not my fault Eito sucks xoxo
That's all... for now. I'm not gonna lie, I STILL have more thoughts about Lesbeito somehow. May compile them into a misc headcanons post in the future? We'll see. Anyways on to the actual post
Appearance - What does she look like?
HB double Ds babeyyyyy SORRY SORRY SORRY
Okay but legit this is an incredibly important part of her character design. I believe with my entire heart that in every version of the Eitoverse, they are blessed by the gods to be insanely conventionally attractive BUT in specific ways that they feel the need to hide. So, much like how male Eito tends to hide his pretty big/muscular build under an oversized jacket to give off a more sickly, innocent vibe, Lesbeito (yes, this is pretty much her legal name at this point) tries suuuper hard to not show any part of her body's figure with that same sort of method. God bless sports bras. This naturally goes for the rest of her body as well, cause girl is NOT risking being contaminated by disgusting human germs for the drip.
Regarding the rest of her physique, I like to imagine that she's not actually too far off from her canon counterpart. Probably pretty tall for a girl, similar to Hiruko. Face card lethal. Her hair also looks very similar to canon due to both safety and hygiene concerns, just instead of the back being short, it's constantly tied up in this adorable ponytail <333 She honestly gives me scientist vibes really hard? Like normal Eito already does, but something about her hair really leans heavily into that aesthetic to me. Please don't start the next plague and kill off humanity, Lesbeito. Please.
Another important detail! She is NOT frail at all, even if she makes an effort to hide her muscles for social brownie points. Girls got abs of steel. The worst part is that, while I do think she puts in effort to take care of her health exercise-wise, she also is just... kind of built like that by default. It's obnoxious and also feeds into her already sky-high ego so bad. I'm not sure if it's ever touched on in the story, but I just know for a fact that all Eitos get the hugest ego boosts out of knowing how attractive and healthy they physically are compared to the average person, even by the rest of society's standards. Bastards.
Another thing that is a notable part of her design is layers. Unfortunately, she has been just as much a victim of casual physical contact as pretty much every girl who's ever been out in public, and it drives her fucking nuts. So, she's learned to cope with it by tacking on as many layers as physically possible, especially around her waist area. Girlie has like 5 layers there at all times just in case some dude grabs it while moving past her (oversized jacket, shirt, undershirt, potentially skirt, pants/leggings). Any less makes her want to vomit.
Beauty - What does she find beautiful?
You, obviously! Or else she would kill you. Teehee.
Before that fateful day when she first laid eyes on you, she was surrounded by nothing but horrible, horrible monsters. Every single thing about other humans was revolting to her: their rotting flesh, the stench of their decaying bodies, and the absolute worst of it all—those disgusting, vile, dirty eyes and hands of theirs that they can't seem to keep to themselves. Just thinking about them is enough for her to feel unclean.
With that in mind, you can imagine how she first felt waking up in that damned academy. Even before the cloudiness of her eyes faded, she could sense it. Them. How could she not, with that rancid stench surrounding her from every angle and soaking into her bloodstream? Thankfully, though, fate had smiled down on her and blessed her with a landline, an angel whose mere presence could purify her of the surrounding filth and make her whole once more. You. :)
Obviously, she immediately decides that you two must be soulmates and her whole cognitive disorder is actually just a Wattpadesque way for the universe to show her who she should dedicate her entire life and being to! And that never-ending suffering she's been enduring her entire life? All of it was for your sake. After all, your sweet self can't see others for the rotten beings they truly are—a good thing, since you deserve better than to live in the same hell that she does—so it's up to her and her righteous eyes to protect you from those monsters and keep your purity intact.
You look so scared, poor thing... Don't worry, she's already on her way to comfort you! Honestly, her mind and heart are racing so hard over approaching you, momentarily worrying about if she'll be able to keep her cool enough to charm you. It's just that you're already so mesmerizing from afar; how could she possibly act normal when witnessing your divine beauty up close and personal? But then she relaxes at her mind's reminder of your soulmate bond. You two were made for each other, so she must be your type!
Right?
Charm - How does she first go about interacting with you? What kind of light does she try to paint herself in?
Like always, she starts out with her staple innocent, a bit awkward, but ultimately sweethearted pretty girl routine. It's what people seem to react best to, and she wants to make a good first impression! Especially with her knowledge that this persona of hers tends to make others let their guard down around her. More than anything, her biggest priority right now is to get you to trust and feel safe around her.
Acting too chipper right off the bat would probably put you off, huh... It's a real shame that, as she inches closer to your unassuming form, she has to try to force her giddy smile and blush away—even if the latter is already a lost cause. Oh well. You're probably too frazzled to even pay attention to a detail like that.
Once she finally calms herself down enough to approach you, she actually does a pretty dang good job at pretending to be a normal person who's just checking on you out of a very normal amount of concern for your well-being. You know, instead of a lovesick weirdo who's already fantasizing about spending the entirety of your lives together. She arches her brows at just the right angle. Leans in to you, but not too much. She even manages to keep her voice as clear and soft as possible for you, all in the name of being the comforting figure you clearly need in these hard times.
Now, you very well may be someone who responds super well to this kind of treatment. Maybe you're even someone who'd fall for her blatant codependency trap hook, line, and sinker, just like she's desperately hoping for you to. But for the sake of both torturing our lesbian queen and making for a more in-depth character study, let's say you don't respond well at all. You're cold with her, tell her to mind her business, and run off to lock yourself in your dorm room without even offering her a second glance. Then what?
Denial - How does she handle you rejecting her advances?
At first, not well.
She doesn't understand. Did she do something wrong and offend you somehow? No, that can't be right; she barely even said more than a couple of words before you lashed out at her. She just doesn't get it. It's so hard to think now that you're gone and she's stuck trapped here with all of these wretched monsters, no longer having your beautiful face or comforting scent here to drown them out.
Even worse, she can't just ditch the other members after the battle (one that she actually is willing to partake in this time, since it's for your sake) to go check up on you in your dorm room. No, she has to keep up appearances and go to the cafeteria instead. It's not like she even cares about the others' opinions of her, but... she cares about yours so, so much. And if she can become a reliable member of the team, maybe you'll see that and come to rely on her too. She just has to try her best and pray it works out.
Still, her mind's on you the entire time she's there, thinking of you. Imagining you. Wondering about you. You must be so scared right now, huddled in that cramped little space of yours all alone... Maybe that's why you rejected her so harshly earlier. You were just scared and didn't know any better, like a frightened cat hissing at its new owner. That's okay. She accepts who you are, even the rougher parts. That's why she's your soulmate, after all! Unlike those selfish creatures who have already forgotten about you by now, she's willing to put the work in to earn your trust.
Speaking of cats, don't people typically earn their trust with food? It's not like you'll be allowed to get much on your own, seeing as you didn't fight, so it's up to her to keep you well fed and healthy! And then, the more you see how much she cares about you, how willing she is to risk putting herself in harm's way to get you the proper nutrition you deserve, the more you'll open up to her.
So that's exactly what she starts doing. Every morning, afternoon, and night, she comes and brings you something to eat without fail. True, you were still a bit... prickly at first, but that's gone down drastically after a few days of this new routine of yours. You even smile at her sometimes! This cute, tiny little smile, like you're still too shy to fully express your thankfulness. It's beautiful. Truly beautiful.
But then you close the door on her, again and again. Why can't you just let her in? She can tell the isolation's getting to you. She can tell you want to talk more. But you don't. You never do.
Still, she's made a lot of progress using this method. If she can just pry your heart open a little bit more...
Empathy - And how she uses it against you
There is one more crucial detail about her persona and why she's so keen on using it that I left out earlier: it makes people pity her. Sure, not all the time, but she's more than aware of the amount of sympathy points a little hospital mention here and a silent tear there can get her. And when people feel bad for her, they change how they treat her. Things that normally would get someone yelled at instead garner frustrated sighs when she's the one doing it, or at most a little talking down to her as if she's too dumb to understand why what she did was wrong. As if they're smarter than her. Pathetic.
It's especially strong for this version of Eito because, well... she's a girl. People already look down on her anyway; over and over, others constantly treat her like she's weak and sensitive and dumb and incapable of understanding even the simplest of things, so... why not take advantage of that? Why not put on the ditzy airhead routine when it suits her if people force it on her even when it doesn't? It's the least she deserves for everything she's been through in her miserable life.
Of course, she isn't miserable anymore! Now that she has you in her life, she's got an actual purpose for her existence that isn't soaked in hatred and sorrow—and that's making you happy. She'll do anything and everything in pursuit of that goal. And if it takes guilt-tripping you a little bit to get there, then that's exactly what she'll do.
She waits until a day when you're particularly vulnerable. Maybe your yearning gaze lingers just a touch longer on her than usual when she shows up at your door, or maybe there's a hesitance in your voice when she bids you farewell, betraying how you don't really want her to leave just yet. And then she starts up the crocodile tears.
Has she been annoying you? She's so sorry, it's just that she's really worried about you and can't stand watching you suffer all alone like this... But, if you really hate her and want her to leave you alone from now on, she understands...
By the time you panic console her enough to get her to quit crying and apologizing so dang much, her feet have already crossed the barrier into your room. You don't even notice. Good. Now, all that's left is to steer the conversation in such a way that your guilt forces you to admit that you don't actually hate her, you're just scared and struggling to cope with the whole war situation. Then, you two can finally move past this phase of your relationship and into something much more tolerable!
Friendship - Now that she's successfully started worming her way into your heart, what's next? How does your dynamic change?
Clingy. So incredibly clingy. Hence why it was so important for her to get you to admit your true feelings toward her earlier! Now, she basically has a free pass to act super needy and affectionate with you, since you're either A—too worried about upsetting her again to push her away or B—still snappy, but in a way where both of you know that you don't really mean it.
That isn't to say she's annoying with her affection. Despite her very intense desire to stay by your side 24/7, she's also incredibly good at reading you and being able to toe the line between endearing and obnoxious, meaning she's never too much. Just... much.
This is a situation where Lesbeito reaaaalllyy takes advantage of the fact that you're both girls, especially when that's combined with her facade of knowing very little about social rules and how to correctly interact with others. She's the sort of person who constantly does things like ask inappropriately personal questions and bat her eyelashes at you so innocently that you feel too bad to call her out on it and just answer. It's not like she means to be so awkward, she just doesn't have much experience making friends because of her time in the hospital. So... you can forgive her for these little missteps, can't you?
You'll find that story of hers coming up a lot as justification for pretty much everything she does. That goes double for things she wants and is trying to push you into agreeing to. She's never been to a sleepover before, so you two should totally have one! You don't even need to worry about planning anything out; she'll take care of all that. And if she happens to accidentally make a lot of uh... interesting choices in the process, she can just play them off as honest mistakes. How was she supposed to know that the version of Truth or Dare she picked up had those kinds of cards in it? It's not like she was the one who wrote them.
…Even though she did. She used the Gift-O-Matic to create the base box set and then immediately swapped the cards out with ones of her own making. Weirdo.
Speaking of weird.
Grabby - Exactly what it sounds like
She has a serious problem with respecting your personal space, and just like mentioned in the prior section, it's made so so so much worse by the fact that you're the same gender. Every time you start trying to weasel your way out of her grasp or make a comment about how close she is to you, she always comes up with some sort of excuse. It's fine because you're both girls, right? She's seen plenty of friends act like this with each other (in her manga, which is definitely the same as real life mhm mhm). You're just trying to withdraw again like you did when you first got here... so really, she's being a good friend to you by not letting you hurt yourself like that!
Of course, all of that is total BS. She just wants to hug you really, really badly, and you don't initiate it as much as she wants you to
:(((((
So yeah. Whether you try to avoid it or not, you're eventually going to have to get used to the fact that she just will NOT stop grabbing and clinging onto you every chance she gets—and every chance she creates, which happens a lot. Girlie pop is not a particularly clumsy person on her own, but the minute you're around? Oh no, she's fallen (directly on top of you) and she can't get up!!! And of course, even once she does finally start making her way upright, she has to check that you're okay! Yes, she already knows that you are because she made sure to protect your head on the way down, but you don't know that. Yes, she could check you for injuries without straddling you the entire time, but you don't know that she knows that. So shhh. Just let it happen.
Her chipper attitude may not make this super obvious, but a huge portion of why she's like this is how it harms your ability to get close to others. You start glancing at someone you've been too friendly with lately, and she can tell you're planning on going up to them? Not anymore! She's already pulling you into her arms and yapping in your ear about something or another; anything that gets your attention works, really. All that matters is that your eyes are on her and only her.
H...Horny... ♥︎
You know how I mentioned her pulling you into her arms and talking to get your attention? Well, there's a bit more to her strategy than that. She doesn't use it too often for the sake of its effectiveness remaining intact over time, but uh. She likes to squish you right into her boobs.
See, no matter how hard you try to act like you aren't attracted to her, she pays way too much attention to you and your every little reaction to not realize that you're starting to reciprocate her feelings. But, since she's so consistent at playing up her socially inept persona, she can still get away with behaviors like that without giving away her true intentions; this way, you wind up feeling like you're the one who'd be making it weird if you pointed it out, not her. And you better fucking believe she uses this to her advantage.
She absolutely adores the way you get all worked up over seeing and touching those parts of her, and for several reasons.
The first is obvious; it means that you like her back! Even if you refuse to say it outright, the knowledge alone is more than enough to make her heart melt into a big sapphic puddle... and give her a huge ego boost. Not like she needed another one, but whatever. Each blush of yours that you so graciously bless her with is living proof that she's doing a good job. That she really is your soulmate like she always knew she was, a creation designed down to the last detail to fulfill all of your wants and needs.
The second one is about the cleansing effect it has. Your eyes, your skin, your everything—all of the particles that make up your body and soul are divine perfection. Others, on the other hand, are filthy. So filthy that, even when they're long gone, she can sometimes still feel the disgusting remains of their past interactions on her, their past attention she never asked for. When you're there, though... it feels like you're holy water washing over her and purifying her, making her clean again. It's heaven.
Of course, as much as she craves your attention, she loves giving you her own even more! What kind of (future) girlfriend would she be if she didn't make you feel loved and cared for? The only problem is that she has to be a little more subtle about it, given how you're still technically in the friendship stage. Lame!
Still, she manages to get away with so much horny shit that it's honestly impressive. It helps a lot that, due to the fact that she's never had anyone to feel these sorts of feelings for in the past, she's the type that can get riled up over literally any part of you. Right now, she's really zoned in on your waist area, since it's easy for her to get away with feeling you up there at the moment. Don't misunderstand, though. While she's willing to settle for just looking at/touching a few select parts of your body right now, she wants all of you so, so badly and will stop at nothing to admire you in your entirety.
Illness - About her "condition"...
Yeah, she still has to lie her ass off about having health issues to get away with retching at the sight of others. You help a lot, of course, but even then... sometimes, they get a bit too chummy with you for her liking. It's horrifying, honestly. The juxtaposition of your angelic self next to them really highlights just how disgusting they truly are, and then to see you get contaminated with their filth... Can you really blame her for nearly losing her breakfast at the sight of it?
Her feelings on having to lie to you specifically about it are mixed. On one hand—as much as she loves to act all innocent and clueless—she hates how unreliable it can make her look, especially during group meetings. On the other, though, it's truly adorable watching you fret over her whenever she has one of her episodes in your line of sight. You even sometimes take her by the hand and guide her back to her room! So she'd say it's a worthwhile tradeoff. She might even fake feeling sick from time to time just to get you to be all doting and sweet to her.
Now, if she actually gets sick, it's a whole other story. Poor thing literally tries to quarantine herself in her room in the name of keeping you safe and healthy. Did she stock up on food beforehand? Nope! But it's okay, because she can handle some cheeky starvation for a few days just fine knowing it's for your benefit. She did already fail you by letting herself get like this, so... she doesn't really deserve to see you right now, anyway. It's a fitting punishment in her mind.
If you somehow manage to force your way into caring for her, though, she has no choice but to accept it. Let's say that in this scenario, she fainted and you've been watching over her ever since she got carried to her bed. As much as she still wants to keep you safe, she's well aware that you've already been exposed to her germs by now, so kicking you out wouldn't exactly do either of you any good. In this case, you might see a vulnerable side of her—a real one, this time.
The pills you're trying to get her to take remind her so much of back then... but it's different now, because you're here. You're warm. You're safe. She leans into you after the whole ordeal, but it feels nothing like the forceful hugs she plans out so meticulously any other day. This time, it's soft and so terribly gentle, as if she's barely even there at all. And maybe she isn't. Maybe she's back in that damned hospital bed from all those years ago, imagining what it'd be like if she had met you sooner.
How wonderful that would've been. If only she were that fortunate.
Jealousy - What's she like when she's jealous? What brings out that side of her, and how does she cope when it happens?
She's exactly the same as she always is! Because there's never a goddamn moment in her life where she isn't at least a tiny bit jealous. It's worsened by the fact that you're into women, so she can't even let her guard down when you're interacting with another girl. Ugh.
If you're wondering if there are any limitations to what can make her jealous, the answer is absolutely fucking not. You see, most people have the basic understanding not to get pissy about things like friendships, parental bonds, etc. on the basis that they have no logical reason to. They understand that other people existing in your life is totally normal. Miss thing over here? She does NOT feel that way at all. Honestly, though, it's hard to blame her. All of these things people claim to be "normal" are things she's never experienced in her life—at least, not in any way that could help her empathize with your strange desire to talk to anyone who isn't her. So, she's kind of just stuck there endlessly seething over any ounce of affection you throw at anyone other than her.
How she behaves when such emotions arise within her is complicated and changes a lot as your relationship grows. In an ideal world, she could go straight to playing the openly clingy girlfriend role and whining tactlessly in your ear about wanting your attention every few seconds. But, unfortunately, she's still in the process of getting you warmed up to her, so that has to wait a little while.
...And by that I mean she tones it down by like. The most tiniest of fractions. She just can't help herself! She barely can tolerate just the presence of those disgusting monsters, so how could she possibly watch you get all buddy-buddy with one and act like everything's fine? She's lucky she can even keep up her goody two-shoes act at all, really. If it weren't for your beautiful face always managing to calm her down just before she risks losing it altogether and screaming at them to get away from you, then... the results wouldn't exactly be pretty. Which leads into our next topic!
Kill - Someone grab Darumi, cause it's killing game time!
Bitches be stabby.
Okay but for real, is this a surprise to anyone? Just because she loves you to death and is willing to defend humanity for the sake of your future together doesn't mean she's suddenly a saint. It just makes her a violent bastard in an entirely new way.
Don't get the impression that she's only a murder machine out of hatred or jealousy, though. Unlike her past self, there's actually a very genuine, sentimental aspect to this bloodshed; she wants to keep you safe. She needs to. You're the only reason she has to keep going, the only life in her light that makes this hellish warzone resemble something she could almost call home. It's only right that she does everything she can to protect you from all potential threats, no matter which side they're allied with.
Her first two kills play out almost exactly as they did in route 0. Sirei, while technically valuable to the mission in many ways, immediately wound up on her shitlist for daring to starve you (yes, she snuck you food anyway, but that doesn't make it any better). So what if you didn't fight? He shouldn't have tried forcing you to in the first place! Hiruko had to go for similar reasons, what with her threatening to kick out everyone who wasn't willing to fight after a set amount of days. That was a no-brainer.
(And also because she got jealous over your reaction to seeing Hiruko in a swimsuit, but she doesn't want to admit that.)
Thankfully for the rest of the squad, that's typically where her killing spree ends. She would love to eliminate everyone who tries getting closer to you, but that would be far too risky; there are only so many of them she can kill before it starts becoming a serious detriment to your survival chances, after all.
Lovesick - At what point does she decide to confess her feelings for you? How does that turn out?
She is NOT an exception to the lesbian relationships moving super fast stereotype. Girlie wants you two declaring your undying love for each other within the first month bare minimum of y'all knowing each other. Buuuuut if she really has to, she supposes she can wait an extra week or two. Maybe.
If I had to say what the tipping point ends up being, honestly, it's just when she can't handle waiting anymore. For how much she prides herself on self-discipline and being willing to do anything for the sake of her goals, she's just flat out not that patient in this regard. She loves you, and she can tell you love her too, so why make you both wait? You deserve so much better than constantly sitting there wondering if your feelings for her are returned, or shying away from her advances out of fear that you're somehow taking them the wrong way. So really, she's helping you! Mhm. Yup.
She's not entirely without a plan, of course. Probably about 10% of her average day before this fateful moment has been spent imagining how this would go down, so she's got plenty of ideas!
(If you're thinking "Hey, that's a pretty low number", that's because the other 90% is dedicated to every other fantasy she has about you. That or she's busy reminiscing on your past experiences together. Anyways.)
When she's ready to ask you out, you better fucking believe that you're about to be bombarded with the most sappy, cheesy, over-the-top confession speech you could ever receive. I'm talking so intense and prolonged that you may have to straight up just interrupt her and tell her that you like her back so your head doesn't explode from all the word vomiting. You also will probably have to grab a tissue/use your sleeve to help mop up the ocean of tears pouring out of her eyes. All of which are entirely real by the way, despite her history of crocodile tears. She just genuinely is so overwhelmed by her adoration for you that it sends her into a fit of hysterical sobs the moment she tries to express it all.
If you know what's best for you, you'll say you feel the same way. :)
It's not like you even have to reciprocate her intensity at all; the moment that the words "I like you too" fall from your lips, she's already too busy mashing her own pair onto them like a starving animal to pay attention to anything else. She can't help it! There are so many things she's been desperately yearning to do with you but couldn't before... Now that you're a couple, though, so much more is on the table. So yeah. Be prepared for the intensity of her acts of affection to skyrocket to unfathomable levels from this point on.
Menstruation - Yeah if the rest of this wasn't proof enough about how down bad I am for this chick, this certainly is. Sorry not sorry. ♥︎
Where do I even begin with this.
Let's start off with good ol' Lesbeito and her personal thoughts/experiences with periods. I have a funny feeling she's the type of chick who learned about them and immediately went "Absolutely not. Where's the anti-bleeding pills" and got on birth control the instant she could. Yes, she hates taking medicine and all, but have you seen her goddamn wardrobe? Miss thing canNOT stomach the constant anguish of potentially staining her pristine white clothing with yucky blood—even if it's her own.
With that said, she doesn't find yours gross at all! You'll probably wish she did, though, with how concerningly enthusiastic she gets about it. You can't even weasel your way out of the topic by saying you're shy about it or whatever, because she will immediately start retorting about how there's nothing to be ashamed of!!! Menstruating is perfectly normal and, really, something you should take pride in! Sure, there are some horrible people out there who act like periods are gross or unhygienic... but she's different. Unlike them, she loves and accepts every part of you. So trust her! And tell her every single detail about your cycle for uh. Research purposes.
As far as pampering goes, she is easily the best partner you could ever hope for. There isn't a single variable in which she hasn't prepped extensively for. Cramps? She's got just about every pain-relieving method that exists on the planet sprawled out across your bedroom floor, allowing you to choose whatever helps you most. Food cravings? Don't worry, she'll run to the cafeteria and grab anything you ask for in no time! Mood swings? Well, it's not like you being grouchy's ever stopped her from caring for you before.
It's almost unnerving how prepared she is when yours starts, honestly, but at that point you're too exhausted to think about it any harder. It's only much later that something strange occurs to you; you never actually told her your period started, so how the hell did she figure that out?
Simple. She smelled it. It's not even about the blood necessarily (although she certainly could smell that too). It's just... she knows your signature scent better than anyone else and always takes any chance she can get to get a good whiff of it. So, naturally, she picks up on any changes in said scent. Whether it's due to stress, sickness, or—as is the case here—hormonal changes, hiding anything about your physical health is literally impossible with her around. At least you don't have to worry about surprise blood stains in public?
Her excitement over your period stems from several different factors.
For one, she just plain old loves any situation in which you're vulnerable and reliant on her. The more helpless you are, the better! Same goes for the fact that you probably aren't willing to go out all that much or, at the very least, are more open to her running errands in your stead.
She also has a bit of a fascination with the physicality of it all. Most obviously, the blood. It is still true that she needs to be careful in order to avoid staining her clothes, but all of that disgust she normally feels over the fluid dissipates in your presence. Everything about it is so divine, so sacred; there's the ineffable, sweet scent of it that keeps wafting over and swirling with her senses, even with your products of choice trying their best to soak it up. And, of course, the sight of the blood itself...
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to let you sleep in a little. Create a beautiful blemish in those thin bedsheets of yours and then, when you panic, reassure you that it's alright and she'll just run them through the laundry to wash it off. It would be so easy. You wouldn't even argue with her much, being too embarrassed and busy handling the rest of the blood to do anything but let her walk out, fabric in hand.
When blessed with a gift so divine, who in their right mind would do anything other than keep it for themself to cherish until the end of time?
The final one........... okay this is where I get really degenerate SORRY THIS IS WHAT THE HORNY WARNING WAS FOR SORRRYYYYYYYYY!!! Um... Have you seen that post/comment about how you can make a period end faster by orgasming five to six times in a row in the shower? Because she has, and by GOD is she going to use that to her advantage to get you to agree to the most unholy gorefest of a shower sex marathon you could possibly imagine.
Again, she's not one to give up easily, even if you get super shy about doing those kinds of things with her in that state at first. She loves you so so so so so much!!! And that means every part of you. All those worries and insecurities floating through your mind right now? Those are just the remnants of society shaming you for so long, telling you that a natural part of your body's being is something dirty that needs to be hidden. Don't listen to them.
Listen to her instead. Listen to the way she worships every inch of you. How her breath hits all the sensitive spots littering your skin just right, going up and up alongside the curvature of your neck before dropping aaaaall the way down. Watch as her eyes flicker with emotion after emotion, somehow still communicating more love than you've ever received from any other despite how preoccupied her tongue now is with lapping up your fluids. Feel her passion and devotion seeping into your core and building and building until it's too much and you can't take it anymore and—
Oh, look! That's the first one down. Now for the other five. :)
Nightmares - Does she have nightmares? How does she react to your own?
Yes yes and yes.
It's honestly the only thing that might turn her off from sleeping next to you, even with you two being a couple and already doing other, far more intimate things by this point. Don't get her wrong, she'll still happily do so! It's just that she probably is going to have a hard time actually falling asleep the first few nights, wondering if she'll fuck it up by jolting upright or screaming into your ear halfway through. Sad Lesbeito :(
The first time it happens, she mentally berates herself over it so hard. What right does she have to ruin your beauty sleep? Still, when you inevitably reach out and mumble some sweet words of concern into her ear, all of those racing thoughts melt away in an instant.
Everything's okay. You're here. You love her. So no matter what horrors lie outside of your bedroom walls, no matter what monsters crawl in the backside of her mind hidden by the shadows of night, she can rest easy with that knowledge and the comfort of your warmth.
On a happy note, the frequency of these goes down drastically the more and more you two sleep together. Proof that women are better than therapy!
Now, if you're the one getting nightmares, good lord are you gonna be babied so hard. And smothered. And every other synonym for doting on you that you can think of. It's honestly so dramatic and overdone that it often goes past the point of being sweet and ends up just being so obnoxiously cheesy that you can't even take it seriously. Then again... The never-ending reassurances do keep your mind off whatever happened in your dream in the end, so I guess it still works.
She's particularly sensitive to any nightmares you have about being hurt by someone. Maybe because those are the kind she can personally relate to the most. Either way, you wind up being forcefully cradled into her chest afterwards. She keeps whispering gentle consolations in your ear. There are so many that it's honestly hard to keep track, but her favorite mantras always seem to use the word "safe".
You're safe here. She'll never hurt you, and she'll never let anyone else hurt you. She can keep you safe.
She's the only one who can keep you safe.
Oasis - Regarding her feelings towards your living space...
As you may have picked up on from the inclusion of the last topic, you two have grown practically inseparable at this point in time, even to the degree of sleeping in the same bed every night—more specifically, yours. That's far from coincidental. While it is still true that she has a thing for all-white decor, the colors that you adorn your own living space with have become quite endearing to her. Everything about your room has, really. It's just so... you!!!
Naturally, she's wormed her way into sharing it with you so hard that it now essentially belongs to both of you. You don't even lock the door anymore, allowing her full access to it when you aren't around to let her in. How sweet of you <3
She thus takes it upon herself to occupy the room at any given chance. Whether it's helping you out by tidying up the place, snooping around to learn more about your interests, or simply burying herself in the sweet scent of your bedsheets, she's never short on things to do in there. Just be sure to avoid any trace of poor cleanliness/hygiene habits. Otherwise, you might find yourself getting gently scolded by her over it. She loves you too much to sit there and watch you let gross germs invade your shared safe haven, you know?
There is another potential issue she may have regarding the sanctity of your room, and that's other people. Simply put, they aren't allowed inside. Not that you'll ever hear those exact words fall out of her mouth; she can't bring herself to speak to you in too harsh of a tone. You'll still get the message, though. Or at least, if you don't, they will.
Ideally, all she has to do to give your unwelcome guest the cue to leave is sit there awkwardly on the edge of the bed, maybe throwing in some fidgeting or nervous glances here and there for good measure. But... not all of the SDU members have the social intelligence to pick up on her obvious discomfort, unfortunately. Some may even dare to cross their way inside her territory. Disgusting. If her vibes weren't palpably off already, now they're straight up murderous.
Thankfully, most potential intruders—even the ones inept enough to get in this situation in the first place—realize their mistake by this point and rush out the door. Any who don't? They won't live long enough to make this mistake another time. She'll make sure of it.
Her territorialness isn't just about not wanting you to spend alone time with others. It's also that she can't stomach the idea of this room, this one untouchable place filled with no one else's essence but yours, being tainted by such despicable monsters. Why should she?! After all this time of being forced to share public spaces with those beasts, she finally found her salvation in you. In everything about you. And they think they can just waltz right in and get their nauseating stench everywhere? Awful. Just awful.
She does a pretty good job of cleaning afterwards, but you still might find yourself being clung on to quite a bit. Just let her have this. Please.
Paraphernalia - Does she collect any items related to you? What kinds?
Absolutely! Honestly, it's hard to say exactly what items of yours she'd yoink for herself. Not because she has any level of respect for your personal belongings, but because she has so little that pretty much anything's on the table. The only exceptions would be items you'd genuinely miss or that are easier for her if she just lets them stay in your room.
Her favorites have got to be anything that has your scent on it. On the rare occasions where you're busy and she can't force her way into your bedroom, she's gotta have something to cuddle with! So she'll most likely wind up snagging one of your shirts/dresses for safekeeping in her own room. Thank goodness for the Gift-O-Matic allowing her to make a perfect copy of it; that way, you won't get the chance to be suspicious of the empty space that one hanger would've otherwise been left with.
Anything works, though, if she's being honest. Just knowing that it once belonged to you, that your precious fingers grazed upon it... That's more than enough to keep her satisfied.
Queerhood - Gender/sexuality-wise, how does she feel about both her identity and society's views on said identity?
Something universal to just about all Eitos is that their perspectives of gender and sexuality are always a bit different than everyone else's. You know, since it's kind of hard to care about what men or women are "supposed" to be when you've never even so much as seen the opposite gender correctly. Also hard to figure out what your sexual orientation is when there's no one around to even consider being attracted to in that way.
However, that's not to say Lesbeito's never held any beliefs on this topic. She loves loves loves the fact that she can use people being bigots as a way of boosting her ego. See, humans really are awful just as she thought! Unlike her, who's a super kind and wonderful person who'd never judge someone just for not fitting into normal societal standards.
So yeah. She's rather quick to adopt the lesbo title as soon as she falls in love with you. BE WHOO YOU AREEEEEE🏳️🌈
The gender thing's still a bit weird for her honestly, since her not being able to see any men correctly hasn't changed. The way I see it, she doesn't really have any negative feelings towards masculinity itself—she enjoys traditionally male clothing, for example—but she absolutely carries a lot of rage towards men and how the world always seems to favor them. Why do they get to go around acting however they please when she has to downplay herself, constantly making herself look smaller and meeker and stupid just so they don't feel threatened by her competence? It's ridiculous.
She very easily could end up using the existence of misogyny as a primary bonding tactic with you. Same with homophobia (or whatever else may affect you specifically). Even if you don't have particularly strong feelings on the topic yourself, it's just too tempting for her not to. All she has to do is make some snide comments here and there about whatever issues do hold some weight to you, and without even noticing it, you're already subconsciously starting to isolate yourself more and more from others.
It's really awful what you went through that one time... You didn't deserve to be treated like that. Don't worry! She's not like everyone else. She'll accept you, every part of you.
Aw, don't worry about wearing makeup or shaving or anything like that! You know, she's never understood why society tries to enforce such strict rules on what girls should look like in the first place. Oh well. At least you two can trust each other not to judge over silly things like that!
(And only each other.)
Religion - What are her religious beliefs? How does that affect her perception of you/your relationship?
My poor little Christian girl who's never set foot in a church...
Based off what we know of canon Eito, I do actually 100% believe that her religious ideologies are informed a lot by Christianity (or at least other related belief systems). Things like the whole chosen by God idea and how she's consistently used that as justification to murder "sinful" humans.
The only problem with her beliefs is that she originally thought she was chosen to destroy humanity. When you come into her life, though, she quickly realizes how off-base she was. No, her purpose for existing was never to end humanity; it was to protect it. Or at least, protect you.
Despite her shame over the misunderstanding, this doesn't magically turn her into a good or moral person, and it certainly doesn't make her reconsider killing other humans. If anything, it's the complete opposite. Her righteous eyes are meant to show her who's pure and who's evil, so clearly everyone else on the planet is a horrible sinner who deserve to die in the name of keeping you safe. Not at all an oversimplified way of viewing an entire species. Why would you say that?
It's super possible that she deems you yourself as God in a similar way to how CoT went down, however, I'm actually more inclined to say she'd think of you as something else. After all, it's a bit hard for her to logically believe that you're the same as the god who blessed her with her righteous eyes, seeing how you clearly don't know anything about that. Instead, she sees you as an angel. A holy being sent down just for her and her alone, beautiful and warm, yet so fragile that she must take on the responsibility of sheltering you from the dangers of this cruel world. It's her duty as your soulmate. Your servant. Whatever you want her to be.
Worship isn't anything new to her at this point in her life; she's already well acquainted with many acts of it—most notably prayer, which she does every single night without fail. Only now, it's a little different. She still likes to pray to God every night, but she also makes sure to do it to you as well. Not that you'll realize that's what's happening. To you, it just sounds like she's babbling on about her day and how much she loves you and all that other cheesy shit that she's already known for.
With all this in mind, it is admittedly really funny to imagine how she'd react to finding out that you're very uh... Not Pure like how she pictures a divine figure to be. Violent tendencies and other stuff that mirrors her own bullshit doesn't faze her (it only makes her more obsessed with you/secure in her belief that the way she behaves is correct and God's will), but... LMAO I'm losing my mind at the mental imagery of her asking you about your interests, expecting something on the cutesy, innocent side, only for you to pull a Darumi on her and start rambling about the most obscene, heinous shit she's never even heard of before.
She'll laugh nervously and let you talk about it as much as you please, but it's a toss-up whether she internally actually accepts it or not. It's entirely possible that she'll take on a "you've been corrupted by humanity" mindset and try to gently guide you into more "fitting" hobbies. But then again, if you really are that obsessed with that thing, what right does she have to try and change you?
Service - What kind of role does she like to take during intimacy? Anything specific she's into? ♥︎
Ultimately, what matters most to her during intimacy isn't the position she's in or the specific act you guys are doing; it's about if you're enjoying it. Otherwise, what's even the point? As a result, she tends to be pretty flexible. It also helps that she's rather skilled at analyzing your reactions to figure out the things you enjoy/are secretly interested in, but feel too embarrassed to admit out loud. She WILL figure out that one kink of yours you thought you'd never let slip till the day you die and capitalize on that shit!
How she behaves in turn depends a lot on your own actions. If you're someone who's shy about initiating and taking the lead, for example, she has absolutely zero problem with being the more proactive of the pair. That's kind of how she is anyway with physical stuff, so yeah. But if you're the dominant sort? It's admittedly a bit difficult for her to stomach at first, worrying about if she's putting her own pleasure over yours, but she can lean into that role just as happily. Especially if there's any praise involved. Say sweet things to her in bed and she'll fucking melt on the spot.
As far as specific acts... girl loves giving oral so so much. It's the perfect combination of all five senses and might make her climax just off the high of hearing your sweet moans rewarding her for doing a good job. Anything you like works, though!
Transgender - Exploring what it would be like if she, you, or both of you are trans! Specifically transfem to keep with the wlw train
Transfem Lesbeito is so cute to me oh my lord. I do think it's honestly rather unlikely that she'd have transitioned or even explored that aspect of her identity much before you too met, though. Being perceived as a guy comes with a lot of social perks. Transitioning? Not so much.
It's only once she meets you and sees that you're someone she can trust with her true self that she starts to really give weight to the whole thing. This is her first time actually connecting with another person, so it seems like a no-brainer to use your shared girlhood as another way to make your bond stronger! The chance to get closer to you more than makes up for any potential issues she might face in the future as a result.
From here, a lot plays out pretty much the exact same as if she were cis. The only notable change I can think of comes from the exact excuses she makes when worming her way into your daily life. She's never been friends with another girl before! There are so many things she wants to do with you. You won't reject her, right? You know, since you're the only one she trusts with her secret. You wouldn't abandon her and leave her all alone with no one to support and accept her for who she really is, right?
She accepts you unconditionally. That's why she knows that you'll do the same for her. She trusts you to with all of her heart, so please. Don't make her regret it.
Now onto if you're the one who's trans instead! As you can imagine, she still uses that knowledge to her advantage when getting close to you, but it's far less guilt-trippy and far more genuine supportiveness. Way to be a good ally, Lesbeito!
She absolutely adores the way you light up when she slips in gender-affirming language and makes an active effort to do so at every opportunity. Phrases of hers that easily could just be BS excuses, like her favorite "we're both girls" line, suddenly take on a whole new meaning. She wants you to feel comfortable being yourself around her. Anything she can say or do to help achieve that goal, she will.
Of course, she's more than fine with keeping that sort of talk private in the event that you're not out yet. It's something she actually grows quite fond of. Out of everyone you could've told that information to, you chose her. You trusted her. So when you're all alone together, wearing the clothes you can't doll yourself up in elsewhere, or blushing over the compliments she keeps giving you that you never hear from anyone else's lips... it feels special. Sacred, even. She wouldn't trade it for the world.
If you're both trans, it feeds into her soulmate delusion so, so, sooooo bad. What more proof could she possibly need that you're fated to be together?! It's so painfully obvious, it'd be silly to even think otherwise!
Her supportiveness is also tenfold here, since this version of her can actually understand on a personal level the issues you struggle with. 100% the type to share tips and tricks based on her own experiences. It's so fucking wholesome ugg... Might need to run to the dentist after this cause girlie is giving me cavities.
Unspoken - What topics does she avoid? What secrets does she keep?
For a woman so goddamn talkative, it'd be fair of you to assume that she'd spill just about every thought that crosses her mind. She can't, though. Trust me, she wants to let you know every wonderance of hers, ask you every question that her noggin conjures up... But then she'd blow her cover as an unhealthily obsessive, homicidal freakazoid. So she bites her tongue.
There's honestly probably more that she keeps from you than actually tells you—at least, tells you with complete accuracy. She still loves to work in stories of her childhood and the like, particularly ones revolving around her time in the hospital. She just has to conveniently leave out the fact that she blew the place up afterwards. Teehee.
You won't get many hints towards her true nature, either. I mean, she has been covering up her cognitive disorder for her whole life, so it'd be a bit of a problem if she couldn't keep her mouth sealed and excuses for her dry heaving episodes convincing. Still, her act isn't perfect. If you're observant enough, if you put all the puzzle pieces in just the right place...
You probably won't. But in the off chance you think you would, the next two sections might be of interest.
Violence - Would she take drastic measures to stop you from leaving? Is she willing to go so far as to hurt you?
Well, yes, but violence is a harsh word, isn't it? She seems to think so. It's not that she's hurting you; no, no, she's helping you—even if you're getting too worked up over the infuser aimed at your chest to notice that.
Please don't misunderstand. She hates that she has to do this too, but it's the only way she can protect this beautiful love you two share for each other! She knows that you still love her deep down. You're just scared because you're too sweet and innocent to get why she had to kill that person, and now you're getting yourself worked up over nothing. Just calm down. She'll make this quick, and soon enough, you'll be back to normal. Back to the way things were always meant to be.
As she watches your bloodied corpse get carried away for its automated revival, she collapses onto the ground. Now all she has to do is wait.
It really is a shame that you happened to get killed by a rogue invader that night. And right when the Revive-O-Matic was in the middle of getting repaired, too... Well, at least you're alive and well, albeit with the memories of your time at the academy vanished into thin air.
Don't worry. You still have plenty of time to make new memories with her!
Weakness - Okay, so she shanks your ass if you freak out over realizing the truth. But what if you don't react that way? What if you're understanding of her disorder/killings?
Oh my goodness... There's such a high chance that she would start sobbing on the spot, especially if you confront her with your observations in a sweet, tender sort of way. Wanted connection of any sort is already such a rarity to her that she was more than willing to accept spending the entirety of her life lying and keeping secrets for the sake of your love. For you to then realize the dark truths she's been trying to hide from you and still choose to accept her? It's almost unfathomable.
It's not a typical breaking down into tears and being super sad and vulnerable at first. She's actually smiling quite a lot—almost creepily so. It's one of the few times where she genuinely cannot retain a single ounce of her usual composure, even knowing how off-putting her face and borderline-manic laughter must be to you right now. Her words are weird too, spilling out of her with zero filters whatsoever.
She's so, so happy to hear you say you still love and support her! She knew you'd understand. You two really are soulmates—not that she ever doubted it, but you get what she means. This is perfect. Truly perfect. She loves you so, so, so much. And you love her too! Not just the act she puts on, but her true self that only your holy eyes have the right to witness.
It helps her case an awful lot that, unlike in canon, she actually can legitimately justify all (...?) of her actions up to that point to you. Sirei and Hiruko were threats to your safety, so you can hardly blame her for that. It's not like she's gone out of her way to hurt anyone she didn't have to!
Well, that's not true, but you don't have to know that. Some secrets are meant to be kept.
Only once the stars light up the night sky and you two are tucked into bed does her euphoria start to morph into true, heavy somberness. She messed up. All this effort to court you, to be the perfect partner you deserve, and you still ended up catching her in the web of lies she spun. You so easily could've turned your back on her for that... and yet you didn't. You chose to trust in her that her feelings for you are the real deal and not just another trick. You even let her crawl into the same bed as you, turning your back with the blind belief that she'd cuddle it into the warmth of her chest rather than stab it.
Tears soak into the bedsheets. Who knew that love could hurt in such a beautiful way?
Xylitol - What are some sweet things she does for your sake, specifically with no ulterior motives?
With how much talk there is in here of manipulation tactics and whatnot that she uses to get close to you, I think it's incredibly important to take a step back to remember that she is not some evil villainous mastermind who wants nothing more than to either see the world burn or keep you entrapped in her arms, far away from it. She is a girl whose only idea of how to love is desperately clinging onto the one person she has in this world with every method she knows from her past of lying and deceit in order to get what she wants. Her actions may often be crude or cruel, but her love is hopelessly genuine.
The validity of said statement really shines through in the acts of selflessness she puts herself through every day. Everyone else in this academy horrifies her, yet if it's to keep you safe, she's more than happy to work with them—even well beyond what's technically necessary. Strategy meetings with Hiruko (and any others who have useful input) become a regular occurrence. She gets in the habit of making everyone breakfast, even if the only opinion she cares about is your own. She'll even set up fun activities for you to do with another member of the SDU if you really want! As much as that's also in part due to her wanting them outside of your room, the fact that she's even willing to be so supportive is selfless enough to count.
The only problem with those is that, unless you know about her condition, the weight of a lot of those gestures may be lost on you. So here's a list of some that are so straightforward and over-the-top affectionate, there's no way you'd miss them.
First is confidence boosting! She can't stand it when you insult yourself or shy away from her compliments in that certain way that makes it clear you don't believe what she's saying. You of all people deserve to love yourself! So she puts in a lot of effort into getting you to do just that. Any part of yourself that you express low self-esteem with, she will compliment so consistently and fervently that eventually, the first thing you think of when the topic comes up is her sweet words.
This also goes for when you two are in group settings. Any time you clearly have an opinion that you want to express but are too nervous to, she leans over and gently starts asking questions. Do you want to share what you're thinking, or would you rather her say it? She'll support you either way and ensure you feel confident in expressing yourself and your ideas.
Second is support of your hobbies and interests. Even if she personally doesn't have any inclination towards that specific thing on her own, your enthusiasm is infectious. Infodumping is more than welcome! She almost treats you like a living audiobook sometimes, with how she'll not so subtly guide you towards talking about your interest while scooping you up in her arms. The main difference is that, in contrast to how an audiobook is very one-sided, she puts a ton of effort into being involved in the discussion. She wants you to feel like she actually cares about what you have to say, not just tolerates it.
And that leads in quite nicely to the third overly sweet thing she does, which is gift giving. You were rambling about that thing you like and mentioned a related item you never got your hands on? By next sunrise, she's already collected enough materials to dump into the Gift-O-Matic and give you what you accidentally asked for right then and there.
Thank goodness for her attire already being so modest. She wouldn't want your excitement to get tarnished by the gauze wrapped tightly underneath.
You - You don't look like a horrifying sack of rotting meat to her. Great! Why though.
I tend to leave this topic as a very "shut up and don't worry about it" thing with Eito x reader content for simplicity reasons, but!!! I have very much thought about it quite a lot!!!
One idea I find very appealing is that you're actually a species unique to Futurum that got snuck into the SDU as a way of sabotaging the mission. Not only would it make sense for her to like you for this reason—as Retsnom has shown, there are indeed certain Futuran lifeforms that aren't affected by their cognitive disorder—but it also allows for the possibility for you two to team up and kill humanity together. Hashtag couple goals!!!!!!!
If you'd like to stay as a human, though, there are still ways this could work out.
REAL QUICK UH SPOILERS FOR THE TRUTH ROUTE skip to the next section if that's a problemo xoxo
The most likely reason for her to fall for you comes from your time back on the Satellite when you all were being created/experimented on.
Since every member has designated purposes in mind when developing them (Hiruko having past fighting experience, Shouma's self-esteem issues making him a tank, etc.), it's entirely reasonable for you to have been created as a uniting factor. The only issue is, whether you're a potential leader or simply someone that'll be liked well enough by all of the SDU that you'd be capable of easing social tensions, they would have to give others a solid reason to like you so instinctually.
It's malpractice time! See, your role couldn't exactly be done properly off of just feeding you memories. It would be technically possible, but not reliable enough on its own to be worth making it your sole purpose. So, what if they just shot a teensy weensy lil dose of pheromone producers into your system? Nothing too big, just enough to give you that extra layer of good vibes they want for you... Or so they thought. In reality, that dosage they gave was juuuust the perfect amount to override our girl's cognitive disorder, yet not so overbearing that the effects make every single person fall head over heels for you like in CoT. Hooray!
This idea's particularly fitting if you find Lesbeito's jealousy and desire to be the only one close to you entertaining. She KNOWS that other girl has a crush on you, but you can't seem to get the hint!!! You keep playing off all their touching and obvious flirting as platonic since you're both girls and she's like NO!!!!!!!!!! Only I get to use that line grrrrrrr
>:(((((((( hiss hiss
Zealot - Our final stop before the end of this sapphic trainwreck of a post. Choo choo...
Is there any word more fitting to describe this woman?
The exact shape that her love and devotion to you takes can change drastically depending on the circumstances. Maybe she's the hopeless romantic in constant pursuit of anything and everything that'll score affection points from you, or maybe she's the ruthless killer dead set on removing any obstacles that get in the way of your future together. She can become the savior of humanity that guides them through a life of immoral parasitism, or the reaper who guides them to the afterlife, all with one decisive flick of her scythe.
No matter what path she ends up taking, there's only ever one true end goal, one word she craves being called more than any other that could possibly be bestowed upon her.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
