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aninipanin1 · 2 days ago
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WHO'S THE PRETTY GIRL?
The Blue Lock players were expecting a lot from the Neo-Egoist League, but what they did not expect was the fact that their manager would attract the eyes of their masters enough for them to ask them about her.
Notes: Reader is implied a female and is in her mid-20s (25 to 27, but whatever age works for you guys). The Blue Lock boys loves Reader platonically, almost like their older sister. The love interests are of course the Masters (except Loki)
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LAVINHO
"Coach-! Ehh..?"
Bachira stopped in his tracks as he entered the door to the field. Unfortunately for him, Otoya and Kitsunezato followed suit and bumped into the boy.
"Ow man, what's wrong with you?"
Otoya, who got the brunt of it due to hitting his nose on Bachira's head, complained. Meanwhile, Kitsunezato just tilted his head as to why Bachira just stayed in his place.
"Bachira-san? What's wrong?"
Bachira then slowly tilted his head. His golden eyes looked at the scene in front of him where you, their manager, talked quite amicably with the Spanish Coach.
This was not much of a surprise to any of them, for you always tried your best to get involved in the boys' training to make sure they were improving while also having ample time to rest. You always reasoned how they were still in their teens and needed proper guidance with a proper and mature adult (since Ego can't really be trusted on that part), so you talking to the masters were no surprise.
What got Bachira, and in turn Otoya and Kitsunezato, raising eyebrows was the fact that for the first time in, like, forever since they met him, Lavinho was quiet. His mouth was zipped, zilched, as he just looked and listened to whatever you were saying.
Lavinho was a man very passionate in his craft, and there are many times where he would say his own input when it comes to the sport, with cheerful countenance too. But, at that moment, he was as quiet as a stone.
"The hell is up with him?"
Bachira asked quite curiously. Kitsunezato just shrugged while Otoya formed a small smirk, seeing how not only was Lavinho quiet in front of you, but the man was also a little too close to you. Adding to that, Lavinho's eyes were literally ogling you, which the white haired striker did not like.
Otoya was all too familiar when it came to flirting and the look of attraction, and man, was his coach making it quite obvious he found you, their manager, attractive.
"Oh lord, not this again."
Bachira turned to Otoya, completely oblivious.
"What?"
"Can't you guys see? Coach is making goo-goo eyes on our manager. He's too obvious, geez."
Kitsunezato only let out an "oh" of understanding. Meanwhile, it took Bachira a while to get what Otoya was saying, and by the time he realized, you were already gone from the field.
"WAIT- YOU MEAN-! NOOOOOO!!"
The two other players jumped at Bachira's sudden outburst, as the boy sprinted to where Lavinho was still stuck on his position, standing up, hands on the Football basket as if it was his only support.
"What? Yo, Bachira-"
"NO! YOU CAN'T BE WITH HER, COACH! I WON'T ALLOW IT! YOU'RE NOT GONNA MAKE Y/N-SAN HAPPY! LEAVE HER ALONE!"
Lavinho was taken aback at the sudden frowning face of Bachira. He got what the boy was talking about as he pulled up a mischievous smirk.
"Hey, you don't know that, blondie. I can treat her well ya know?"
But Bachira was not having it. He loved you like a sister, and there was no way he would allow you to date someone who can not make you happy.
Otoya sighed and held the scruff of Bachira's sweater as the boy tried to struggle like a feral cat. Kitsunezato then spoke out.
"Didn't you just meet her, coach?"
"Yeah, but can't I appreciate a beauty? Especially one with brains like hers. Beautiful women are attractive, yes, but when they're smart and have their own original opinions, they become hotter in my eyes."
Otoya chuckled at that, Bachira became even more feral, like a child in Otoya's hold while Kitsunezato sighed at this.
"Sheesh, what did she even say to you?"
"I asked her about many things and suggestions in your guys' training, and well, her answers are very fun and interesting, to say the least. Do one of you have her number? I didn't get it from her earlier."
Bachira just shook his head violently, for he had your number and refused to give up your info to his coach.
CHRIS PRINCE
"Yo, Reo. Have you seen Prince?"
Reo turned to Chigiri, who had just entered the training field. It was yet another day of training in the English Stratum. Most of the players are scattered in the facility to do their own training from the regime given to them, leaving Reo, Nagi, and now, Chigiri alone in the field.
Nagi laid out on the grass of the field as him and Reo rested for a bit. The purple-haired player tried to recall where he had seen the English Master.
"Hmm, I remember him saying that he had a meeting with Ego along with the rest of the masters. Maybe he hasn't come back from it yet?"
"Really? Hmm, I guess I'll just wait for him here."
"Go on."
The three remained in the field, Nagi slowly snoring away in the grass as Reo and Chigiri watched a recording of their previous plays on a tablet. It was all quiet until the door to the training field opened, revealing Chris Prince, who probably just came from his meeting.
"Oh, good thing you guys are here! I actually wanted to ask you guys something!"
The blonde man grinned as he put his arm around Chigiri and Reo, one for each player as the two raised an eyebrow at him. They knew he was eccentric and a bit...touchy, but he never did this before. Reo then decided to speak.
Chris pulled out his phone, whistling innocently.
"What is it?"
"Do one of you know or have your manager's number?"
"Yes, we three have it. Why?" Chigiri responded, and that made the grin on the professional player's face widen.
"Great! Can you put it in my phone?"
Now that made the two blink as Chris threw his phone in Reo's hands where the phone app was already open. Reo grew a bit more suspicious of this.
"And why do you need Y/n-san's phone number? You two just met in the meeting, I'm sure of it."
The man shrugged, but it was obvious to the two that he was hiding something.
'Weird, I feel like I'm having deja vu...oh wait-'
Chigiri suddenly remembered one certain group of professionals asking him the same thing back in the second selection. The redhead's once curious expression turned into a bored and rather done expression. He then raised his arm and pulled a way from his master's hold.
"Nope, I already know what you want Y/n-san's number for."
"Oh, come on, Hyoma. Don't be like that! I'm not that bad-"
"I'll be the judge of that. Besides, don't you have fangirls? I don't want Y/n-san to be with someone who'll be a hassle to be with."
Reo added, finally getting the implications. He wondered what the coach heard or saw from you for him to immediately ask them for your number. Reo always knew you were beautiful, kind, and responsible. That's why most, if not all, the players in the facility trusted and are quite attached to you, viewing you as some sort of maternal and comforting figure that Blue Lock can not provide alone.
But, he was interested in how you managed to reel in the attention of the second best striker in the world. And, so he did ask, and boy, did he, along with Chigiri who listened regretted. Chris just started to tell them about how not only were you a sight for sore eyes, but absolutely smart and egoistic in your own right even as a manager. About how, even if you had that side to you, when you were not talking about football, you were very kind, caring and very open.
Chigiri responded, his words made a hollow, almost bitter chuckle from the professional player's mouth.
"Yeah, Y/n-san is amazing, but you rave about her like it's your first time meeting a genuinely good person."
"When you are in the spotlight, most people you meet tend to have ulterior motives, and even, different personalities. It's attractive to see a woman both passionate about her craft yet still serious about her morals."
Reo sighed, agreeing to what his master said. But, he was a bit miffed that there was another guy they had to watch out for. He could not help but let out a sigh.
'Y/n-san, you attract the most troublesome guys around here.'
MARC SNUFFY
"Is it just me, or does he look quite distracted with Y/n-san?"
Niko innocently commented as he, Aryu, Barou, and Oliver, watched their master and manager talk from afar while doing their stretching. It has been a few days since the Neo-Egoist League commenced, and everyone in the facility became busier than ever.
You, being the manager, of course, were one of the busiest as you tried your best to take care of all the 5 stratums with only a little help from other staff members due to their own jobs. It was hard, but you always managed for the boys. So that is why you find yourself currently talking to the foreign coach, asking about the improvements of the Blue Lockers who are under his wing currently.
"Hah? So what? She's talking to him, so of course he'll listen."
Barou said in his usual rough tone, with a hint of confusion as to why Niko had to point that out. Oliver on the other hand, just smirked.
"Ah-ah, you don't understand, though, Your majesty. The look in our dear master striker's eyes is something you can only see in the eyes of someone feeling something to someone whom they are talking to."
"That was just confusing." Niko quipped.
"What are you even proposing?" Barou raised an eyebrow.
"What if, Snuffy-san, over there...likes her?" Oliver smirked. His claim immediately made Barou roll his eyes before walking away, not believing it. Niko and Aryu only tilted their heads in confusion, not seeing their master as someone who would fall in love or even have a trivial crush on someone he just met a few weeks ago.
"You probably hit your damn head, dumbass."
"I don't think he's like you, Aiku." Niko commented, making the defender mutter an "Oi," before moving on with the topic.
"It's just, I've been hearing gossips from the other stratums that the master's have been...a little too close to our manager these past few weeks. Who knows?"
"And praytell, where the hell did you hear this from?" Barou asked.
"From Otoya and Chigiri-"
"Not surprised. You three are quite the gossipers." Niko added.
"Very glam yet not at the same time."
"Well duh, of course. Have you not seen their coaches? Childish as hell. Ours ain't all like them." Barou rolled his eyes.
"You have a point. But hey, I said it here. If you all are wrong, you owe me."
They turned back to you and Snuffy and saw that you were already bidding your goodbye to the master coach, your phone between your ear, probably another one of your managerial and staffly responsibilities, they didn't know, but it was quite common to see you run about the halls of the facility.
Snuffy soon joined them, waiting for the rest of the players on the field since it was still quite early and training was to start in a few more minutes. The other four Blue Lockers only being there due to a plan they formulated and wanted to reenact before practice.
They see the coach looking quite happily down at his phone, seemingly satisfied with what he was seeing as he typed away on it. With the four players feeling quite curious as to why he had such...an abnormally happy grin, they approached Snuffy to ask, and suffice it to say, they were a little bit surprised with what he said next.
"It's nothing, I'm just happy Miss Y/n finally gave me her number, although it is under the guise of talking about you, Blue Lockers, and your training. It's still worth it."
"Y/n-san's number?" Niko asked to which the coach nodded.
"Yes, I wanted to get to know her more, is all. I wanted to ask some of you about her, but I reckoned it's better to get to know her myself and at the same time, get closer to her. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
"That is glamourously...logical." Aryu commented.
"What do you mean by get to know her more?" Niko asked.
"Hm? I meant in a more personal level. Oh, by the way, I heard most of you are quite close to her, especially you, Niko, since she always talks about you. Can you tell me what the things she likes are? I would prefer to know it now, just to be advanced."
The boys were taken aback by the question, their thoughts running wildly, but all of them were all thinking the same thing.
'I didn't know he could be that smooth when it comes to women...' The Blue Lockers sweatdropped in their minds.
NOEL NOA
"So, was no one planning to tell me that our master is dating Y/n-san?"
Yukimiya entered the canteen where the rest of the Blue Lockers under Bastard Munchen were having their dinner. As usual, it was quite loud with Raichi yelling nonsense at Gagamaru, while Isagi tried to pull him away. Kurona, Hiori, and Kiyora were the only ones quiet in their own seats, eating their food away.
Isagi raised an eyebrow, his hold on Raichi loosening as his eyes were focused on Yukimiya, or rather, the brunette's words.
"Huh? Y/n-san and Noel Noa dating? Where did you hear that from? I didn't know."
It was not just Isagi who got their attentione peaked. The rest of Blue Lock players also were quite curious as to how and why Yukimiya thought that the striker was dating you, their manager.
"I saw him asking her about a restaurant in Tokyo. It kinda sounds like they, or mostly Noa-san were planning a date."
"Huh? Now that I think about it, Noa-san has been quite close with Y/n-san lately." Hiori said, thinking back to the past weeks ever since the Neo-Egoist League started.
"Whatever it is, I think we shouldn't really get involved. Their personal and dating life is none of pur business anyways." Isagi sighed as he started to eat his own food. After all, most of them had a lot on their plates already too.
With training, the League, Blue Lock as a whole, and the upcoming U-20 World Cup, it was a little hard to find gaps or time to care about trivial things not concerning them.
But, that mindset immediately vanished after a few days later, when they saw Noel Noa, the best striker in the world, known for his stoicism and cold logic on and off the field. A man who can keep his cool and straightforward attitude any second of the day, seemingly panicking inwardly as his eyes scanned his phone.
Turns out, he did not get to save your number, the one you kindly punched in for him the past week (he pretended to get it for the sake of the Neo-Egoist League and the Blue Lock players of course), and well, since you were kind of an elusive figure most times of the day, having so many responsibilities, he did not know where else to communicate with you.
Sure, he can use the management system given to the masters to call for your assistance, but those are used in emergencies, and he did not want to disturb or scare you, thinking that something wrong happened when he just wanted to speak with you, in a more casual terms.
Nope, he was not illogical and irresponsible like that. So, instead, he finally let his pride down a bit and went to his players to ask something that shocked most of them.
"Can I get your manager's number?"
Nothing was heard except Raichi spitting out water from his water bottle on the grass the training field provided. Isagi, who was the one Noa asked, just blinked at his master's question or, rather, request due to the tone of his voice.
"Um, sure. I can put it in for you, Noa-san."
The albino man only nodded his head and gave the boy his phone. Isagi, meanwhile, was taken quite a back, his expression one of disbelief and resignation.
'Well, Its not like this is the first time someone asked us for Y/n-san's number anyways.'
Compared to Isagi, the rest of the Bastard Munchen players were less calm about it. Raichi's mouth, along with Kurona's were still wide. Yukimiya was blinking, eyes wide in disbelief as if he was hallucinating, and Hiori who had literal spirals for his eyes, the situation making him feel quite dizzy.
"I never knew, he can be like...this."
"Me neither." Hiori responded to the shocked claim Yukimiya said, not used to the master of the German team acting like this.
"Well, I mean, are we even surprised? This feels like the World 5 incident all over again." Kiyora, who just arrived, sat with them, remembering the ending of the 2nd selection where they met and faced international players, and needless to say, most of them were not even hiding the fact they found you attractive and wanted your details.
"Right, right, I forgot about that." Kurona muttered. But, Yukimiya just ended things with a shrug, watching Isagi give the coach his phone before running off to join the rest of them.
"Well, it is a shock. But, its not like we can do anything about it. Y/n-san is just like that, she attracts the most...um, diverse people to her. Probably, the reason why she also has a lot of fans worldwide."
The rest nodded, returning to their training, knowing deep down that, no matter how much they wanted to fight off the men who were interested in you, it cannot be helped when their manager was just someone like you, and they would never ever change you for the world.
After all, you are the elder sister figure they did not know they needed in this asylum-like facility and no professional football player who is attracted to you, can change that.
BONUS!
"Hmm, I think with the power of Y/n-chan alone, we can convince the rest of the World 5 players before to come again-" Anri tried to recommend only to be given a heavy glare by Ego, who found the idea less than appealing.
"No, these four are enough of a headache to be around her. I don't need Blue Lock TV turning into a dating show."
"..."
"I know you're jealous, but-"
"Just do your work, Anri-chan. That way, we can get this thing over with."
With that, the woman shrugged and left the room, heading off to find you to hopefully ask for your help in other work around the facility.
ADDITIONAL TIME!
Y/n: Hello, I am the manager of Blue Lock-
The Masters and the World 5: Already off to buy the ring, prepare our future house, adopting 6 cats and planning our retirement days and building our coffins together. Anything else we're forgetting?
Blue Lockers: Yes. The fact that you literally just met her?
The Masters and the World 5: ...
The Masters and the World 5: I fail to see the problem with that-
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This is based off of that small headcannon I posted a few months ago (i think?) And well, this took me a while to post but I finally finished it lol. By the way, this Y/n is different from the other manager Y/n from my previous post. That Y/n is a minor (15, 16 or 17, depending on you, reader) and her lpve interests are the minor characters. While this Y/n is an adult and here love interests are the adult players and characters. Like I said, when I say Masters and World 5 in this, I only mean the adult ones, not Loki. Loki is the love interest of Minor Manager Y/n sooo yeah! Hope you enjoy!
Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.
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waffledforbreakfast · 4 months ago
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"Come Over He's Gone" - PRANK [SMAU]
Staring: Rin, Shidou, Saee niko, kaiser, ness, otoya, karasu, reo, isagi, charles
[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]
TW: swearing suggestive comments, suic1de jokes, heavy ooc, bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, cringe, scuff, etc.
Rin
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Shidou
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Sae
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Niko
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Kaiser
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Ness
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Otoya
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Karasu
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Charles
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A/N: Thoughts? maybe i should've put all the images together so you can scroll through them... lemme know if you'd like that!
I wanna try more smaus in the future, so im playing around with different applications, so lemme know what u think of this style! (insta)
I don't usally get much engagement(comments/asks/etc.) over here on tumblr, so im not expecting much, but lemme know if u have any strong opinions!
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jellychannie · 3 days ago
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Happy Birthday, Love.
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Jel's Birthday Special 2025!
ft. barou shoei, yukimiya kenyu, rin itoshi, reo mikage, zantetsu tsurugi, ego jinpachi (separate)
~ how they would be on your special day!
cw: GN reader, est. relationship, aged up charas (21+) except zantetsu and obv ego, might be ooc, inconsistent, not proof read, boyfriend! barou, husband! yukimiya, suitor! rin itoshi, fiancé! reo, best friend! zantetsu, coworker! ego
wc: 1364 (about 100-300 individually!)
note: it's my birthday! (1/8) and my head just popped up with an idea to create these scenarios with my bllk top 5 + ego!! enjoy!
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Your boyfriend, Barou would wake up early before you, tidying up the already tidy shared space. He'd make you a stack of pancakes, plating it like he's some Michelin-Star chef.
He soon woke you up with a kiss on the forehead, his deep voice the first thing you hear for the day. You'll definitely hear much more. “Happy Birthday, my queen,” he muttered against your face. It was a simple greeting, but it was Barou so everything wasn't too simple.
He kept his hair down the whole day, just for his partner. You two went out the whole day, venturing around malls, museums, any place your pretty little brain wanted to take you. His pockets might've had a close call with drought, but it was all worth it for you.
When you two came home, you were met with a surprise party with the people closest to you. You'd kiss him and say it's the best birthday ever, but when you turned back to him, he was already down on one knee.
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Yukimiya's the type to stay up with you until the clock strikes 12. He'd be the first to greet you, planting a bunch of gentle kisses along your face, “happy birthday, my sweet.” he mumbled between kisses, his arms all around you as you two sat in bed.
And in the morning, he'd sleep in with you. If he woke up before you, Yukimiya would pull you closer to him, his eyes tracing over your face. He tucked a strand behind your ear, and laid there until you woke up.
He'd wake you up at noon if you continued to sleep in until late, not wanting to delay his plans further, as much as you enjoyed sleeping. He'd let you get dressed and soon took you out to a museum on one of your interests.
When it got dark, he took you to a restaurant, nothing too fancy, but he knew it was your favorite place. It was a day worth remembering, where you two ended up stargazing on your apartment's balcony until late with him.
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Rin called you early in the morning, telling you to get dressed nicely by noon after a pleasant “happy birthday,” with his nice, smooth voice.
Noon time soon came in, and Rin knocked on your door, hands busy holding on a few boxes and bags. He walked into your home, setting down the boxes on the coffee table.
“Explain yourself,” you demanded, meeting his softened gaze.
“Why not?” He replied.
He was only courting you (so far) and just couldn't call you his (yet…), so he shows himself as one capable provider. He saw your lists, so he decided to save you the burden and buy it all for you. At once.
When asked on how he got them, the exact types you wanted (some of them were the limited edition ones too, and the offsales), he just shook his head, saying it was some wild guess. “Since you liked this color, I decided why not?” He lied.
He's kept a little list of your wants, hoping to buy them one by one as the months pass, but something possessed him to buy everything.
When you looked at him with a gentle gaze, his heart started to beat rapidly. You started expressing your gratitude to him, hugging him all of a sudden. His heart was booming, it was obvious he was whipped. He can't help but muster out a little smile, and you bubbled with laughter at the sight of it.
His boiling point was when you suddenly pressed a quick kiss on his cheek. When you pulled away, you were caught off guard when he suddenly dropped to the floor.
His face was red like a tomato, all flustered and silent. He didn't seem like the type to faint, but here he was. You two ended up cancelling outdoor plans, staying inside and ordering food.
Someone so stoic like Rin, all flustered over a kiss. It was your birthday, but the day felt like an entire win to him. After all, he now has a partner before the clock struck into the next day.
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“Happy birthday, Darling,” your fiancé wrapped his arms around you as you cooked. The next thing he said almost made you drop the ladle, “What do you think about going to Hawaii?”
Reo would set up an entire itinerary months before your birthday, what to do, where to stay, until when? Heck, he could go for forever if you loved the place.
When he said that he was planning an absolute banger of a trip, you worried about the luggage. But well, being impulsive may or may not be along the lines of being prepared. He helped you pack your clothes, and the other items before practically running out the door, into the car, and out into the airport.
You'd look at Reo, absolutely puzzled as to why he'd suddenly go all out, when he definitely had just spoiled you in the past occasion. He shrugged, acting like it's some normal occurrence in his life.
Once you two had arrived in the hotel after hours of travel, he'd look at you in admiration before bringing out the plan of an entire helicopter ride around the island.
After an exhilarating day, he cuddled up to you in the bed, the view outside evident from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room. “I love you so much, can't wait to marry you,” was the last thing you heard before falling asleep.
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“Happy Bath Day,” he said confidently, adjusting his glasses. You looked at him, amused. At least there was the effort.
“You mean birthday? Thanks,” you replied.
“Yes, birthday. That's what I mean,”
Zantetsu was the first one to greet you through text at 12AM, and he was waiting at your doorstep to start your daily journey to school.
He stuck with you throughout the day, watching every single interaction you had. In classes, you noticed he was trying to listen closely in classes, but the audible grumble every now and then told you otherwise.
Once the school day was done, Zantetsu was quick to pull you out of the building, taking you to a secluded area in the school.
“Uhm,” he coughed. He was about to continue when he stopped himself, opening his bag and taking something out of it. A plain white envelope was soon in his hands, offering it to you.
He wouldn't allow you to open it– yet. He would slip on his own words, before ultimately sputtering out “I like you.”
He soon let you read the letter, as you processed what had been going on. You then realized as you read the letter, that this guy really had feelings for you.
Safe to say, you felt the same, and now you'd be beside your favorite himbo at all times. After that, he treated you to your favorite snacks at the convenience store.
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“Happy birthday, diamond in the rough,” he'd say to you, setting down a cooking cup of instant ramen on your desk. You had been working overtime, monitoring Blue Lock's current upbringing, and seeking for any possible improvements to the project. 
Diamonds in the rough, a name he calls the boys, but you were the Diamond. Singular, in the rough. It wasn't too much of a difference to you, but you were too oblivious to him. 
Ego would ask you to work next to him that day, and he ended up taking your workload, saying it's just a “typical thing I gotta do,” which left you with your noodle cup next to his, and a stack of papers already sidelined. 
That was probably when you realized what Anri had meant when he didn't treat anyone else like this. Everytime you made a comment, he'd reply to it in agreement, instead of correcting everything. 
You thought it was just some special treatment you had for your birthday, but you didn't think so when he offered the seat next to him at Blue Lock's next games. You were his diamond, after all. He was just waiting when you'll actually realize what his intentions were.
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thank you for reading! reblogs are really appreciated!!!
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jellychannie 2025
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animeyanderetalker · 6 months ago
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Darling returning to their house after having bought some groceries only to find Jinpachi standing outside their smoking apartment with firefighters surrounding him, holding a burnt pan in his hand:
Darling: "What?! Did?! You?! Do?!"
Jinpachi, staring with mild disdain at the burnt pan he is holding: "It started off fine...and then it was suddenly on fire."
Darling: "You set my kitchen on fire!!"
Jinpachi, pushing up his glasses: "That is incorrect. I didn't set fire on your kitchen. Fire was all of a sudden on your kitchen."
Jinpachi and darling staring at each other whilst darling contemplates murder through strangulation by using the hose of the fire truck.
Jinpachi: "I assume I'm forbidden of using the kitchen from now on?"
Darling: "Yes. Yes, you are."
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maochira · 3 months ago
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Hi hiii, Idk if u are still doing requests for dad Ego if not its fine cuz I just dont know :,) however I was going to ask if you could do dad Ego with a child whos an idol, yk like any japanese idols there are, if u are able to or even want to write this thank you! <3 again its fine if not Im just askin!!
Hi there!! I usually don’t write stuff about idols because I have no idea about them. BUT I haven’t written on this blog in a while and I miss dad Ego so much…….
gn!idol!reader and dad!Ego Jinpachi
Ego is the type of dad who’s super supportive but just can’t express it in words. Like he will watch you reach your milestones and do so many things but if it’s not about soccer, he has no idea what to say
Local autistic man going non-verbal because he can’t express his thoughts when it comes to praising you
but it’s okay because Ego has his own ways of showing how proud he is of you!!! He’s the type of father to always have your favourite foods stocked up especially when he knows a stressful week is approaching for you. Oh and he collects all of your albums and whatever cool merch you have
his collection is SUPER out of place among his other stuff but a man needs to support his kid even if that means having a Hello Kitty plushie from your Sanrio collaboration on his desk
Also the type of dad to tell everyone about you and your achievements. Not even in the “MY kid is amazing” way some parents do so they can feel some sort of validation. Ego always does it in a way that shows off how great you are as a person and not only as his child
He probably promised the Blue Lock guys that they’ll get to meet you if they win the U-20 match
That also was the first time he mentioned he’s your dad and everyone was like “??? What���
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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year ago
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PLS IF U CAN pls make a ego one. Ego was working and ur his favorite assistant but he doesn’t show it, he was tired today you could notice as you stared at him before noticing his eye lids closing and re opening “ego how much sleep did you get?” You asked before hearing silence come at you as you sighed grabbing his head and shoving it into your chest for a nice pillow (in conclusion he’s tired and you let him sleep on ur chest :) PLS
Ego Jinpachi - Forcing Him to Take a Nap
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Here ya go anon! I'll be honest and say that I'm not too proud of this one, but this is the fifth rewrite so you're going to have to pity me and accept it. —Benny🐰
                                                                                                   
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It wasn't all that busy today.
Ego had strangely given the participants of BlueLock only light exercises in the morning and gave them the rest of the day to themselves to use for free time. It was rather… nice of him— not that he's incapable of being nice of course. That action in itself clued [Name] in that something was a bit off with their boss. 
The bespectacled man had been a lot more lenient and patient with them even when they'd teased him. He didn't get annoyed with or say any sparky comments to Anri when she said something that he viewed as uninformed. He didn't complain when [Name] had accidentally purchased him the wrong take-out and just ate it in silence after giving them a soft sigh. Hell, he had hardly said anything at all, just communicating through quiet hums and sluggish nods. 
In the quiet of his office, Ego groaned as he massaged his temple with his middle and index fingers. Reclining in his gaming chair, he closes his eyes for a bit, hiding them from the blaring lights of the wall of monitors in front of him. His head was pounding with a migraine that had built up over the 46 total hours; drawing a pained groan from his chapped lips.
“How long has it been?”
Their question flew over his head at first; his brain was slow to process the fact that they had spoken at all. His droopy eyes continued to focus on the training regimens that he was looking over on the laptop in front of him. Only when he felt their hands gently squeeze his shoulders did he fully register that they were even behind him. Their nimble fingers massaged the aching muscles along his shoulders and neck as they seemingly awaited his response.
“...Mm?”  
Ego hummed sleepily; body going nearly completely limp as he relaxed under their touch.
A sigh was heard from behind him before he felt his head being tipped back and their face entered his field of vision. With their hand clasped firmly under his jaw, they repeated their question. However, it seemed as though the bespectacled man was so dazed from his lack of sleep that he didn't bother to answer the question. [Name] sighed once again, gently releasing their boss's head and spinning the chair around to have him face them.
“C'mon Eggy, let's move to the sofa so you can have some sleep, okay? I'll finish everything up.”  
They softly cooed to him as they helped the man out of his office chair and dragged him to the sofa that was sat off to the side of the room.
Plopping Ego down onto the sofa, [Name] quickly grabbed the laptop up from the desk and returned to their boss. Sitting down beside him, they looked over the information displayed on the device's screen before reaching over and pulling the drowsy man's head to their chest. He tensed at first, not expecting the contact before relaxing and snuggling his head further into them.
As he got comfortable, Ego heard them chuckle but before he could bite out a snarky retort, the sensation of fingers running through his short locks had it dying down in his throat. He could hardly keep his eyes open anymore. He didn't know why he continued to fight the shutting of his eyes; perhaps it was to spite them. But as his eyes finally shut he heard them whisper:
“Have a nice rest, Jinpachi. I'll make you something to eat when you wake up.”  
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nana-mania · 3 months ago
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“EXPECTING” she delivered a surprise to him
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╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot
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࿐*ೃ feat : jinpachi ego
࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock
࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, fluff
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╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ THE Blue Lock facility was just as imposing and intense as you remembered. Even with the countless visits you'd made to see Jinpachi Ego, your husband, the atmosphere inside never failed to make you feel like you were stepping into some grand, high-stakes war room. It was eerily quiet today, though. You guessed that meant the boys were out on the field, which made sense since Jinpachi was holed up in the observation room, glued to the giant screens monitoring each of their movements.
"Hey, Jin," you called out as you saunter into the room, casually leaning against the doorframe. Your voice cut through the silence, and you watched as his head snapped toward you, the ever-present dark circles under his eyes looking more prominent than usual. His focus wavered for just a moment, and you relished that little distraction.
"Shouldn't you be off doing something other than lounging around watching a bunch of sweaty teenagers kick a ball?" you teased, eyeing him up and down. As always, his fashion choices were... questionable at best. His lanky figure was dressed in his usual casual attire-black shirt, jeans, and the bolo tie that seemed to have permanently attached itself to his neck. His Crocs squeaked as he turned in his chair to face you fully, hands still poised over his tablet.
Jinpachi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, raising an eyebrow at your entrance. "Shouldn't you be doing something more productive than pestering me in the middle of my life's work?"
You scoffed, flicking your hair over your shoulder. "Oh, please. Like I'd miss out on an opportunity to make fun of you. I mean, you're practically a caricature of a soccer coach at this point."
He narrowed his eyes, as if considering a comeback, but ultimately shrugged, his focus already returning to the monitors in front of him. "What brings you here, anyway? Don't you have things to do?"
"Oh, I do," you said. "But I figured I'd do my civic duty and check on my poor, neglected husband. Make sure you're still alive and not buried under a pile of instant noodle cups."
"Your concern is touching," he deadpanned, eyes still glued to the screen, tracking a particular player. "I haven't died of malnutrition yet, so you can stop worrying. Now, unless you have an actual reason for being here-"
You rolled your eyes, but a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. The banter was fun, sure, but you hadn't come here just for that. This was a big moment, and the anticipation of revealing your news made your palms slightly sweaty.
"I have a reason," you admitted, stepping further into the room. You dug into your bag and pulled out a small plastic bag, nonchalantly tossing it onto his desk. Jinpachi didn't even look at it at first, too busy tapping something on his screen. Typical.
It took a few seconds before he glanced down at the bag. His hand froze mid-tap. His eyes flickered back and forth between the plastic bag and your face, obviously confused.
"What is this?" he asked flatly, eyebrows furrowing together in that adorably clueless way that you found so endearing.
You couldn't help the smirk that spread across your face as you crossed your arms, waiting for him to connect the dots. He was smart, but you knew he wouldn't get it right away.
"Well, dear genius husband of mine, I'd think it's pretty obvious."
His eyes narrowed again, this time studying the contents more closely. The realization started to dawn, and you saw his eyebrows lift just slightly. "Who's carrying the demon spawn?"
You nearly burst out laughing, but you managed to keep your composure long enough to reply. "Me, you idiot."
There was a brief moment of silence as Jinpachi just stared at you. His face, which usually bore the expression of someone who had seen too much in life, remained completely blank. Then, without missing a beat, he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Sucks to be you."
You let out a loud laugh, almost doubling over at the audacity. "Seriously? That's your reaction? 'Sucks to be you'? Unbelievable."
But he wasn't done. "Well, it's not my body that has to go through nine months of hell," he stated, almost smugly, though you could tell from the twitch in his cheek that he was just as stunned as you expected him to be. His cool exterior was probably the only thing stopping him from actually freaking out.
You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, leaning down to pinch his cheek-hard. "Listen here, you smug noodle-loving stick figure, you are not going to miss out on this. Every appointment, every scan, every time the doctor tells us what to expect-you're coming with me."
He winced slightly at the pinch but didn't pull away. "What if I'm busy shaping Japan's future soccer geniuses?" he quipped, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice now.
"Nope. Don't care," you responded, releasing his cheek but poking his shoulder for emphasis. "You are not skipping a single thing. We're in this together, Jinpachi."
He glanced away, scratching his neck-a tell-tale sign that he was annoyed, or more likely in this case, unsure how to process the information. "Fine," he muttered, his tone nonchalant, but you knew him well enough to catch the way his fingers curled just a little tighter around the tablet. "I'll come. Just don't expect me to, I don't know, do yoga or something ridiculous."
You snorted. "Yeah, like I'm going to let you anywhere near a yoga mat. I can barely trust you with a fork."
He gave you a dry look, but there was a faint smirk on his lips now.
You knew he was internally processing the magnitude of the news, even as he tried to play it cool. Jinpachi was never one to show too much emotion, especially not in a high-stakes environment like this. You could almost see the gears turning in his head, calculating how this would affect his meticulously structured life.
"Seriously, though," you spoke, trying to shift the mood a little, "I know this is a lot, but think about it. You'll have someone to mold into a future soccer star. It will take a while though."
He raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look crossing his face. "Mold? Is that really the word you want to use? I'd prefer 'cultivate' or 'develop.'"
You laughed again, shaking your head. "Whatever you want to call it, you know you'll be a great dad. Just look at how you handle the players here."
"Yeah, by constantly pushing them to their limits. I'm not sure that's the best parenting method."
"Oh, come on!" you shot back, amused. "It's either that or be a total softie. I'm sure we can balance it out. You can be the tough love dad while I take care of the cuddles."
He rolled his eyes but you could see the corners of his mouth twitching again. "That's a terrifying thought, honestly."
"Yeah? Well, get used to it. This is happening." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're going to be a dad, and I can't wait for you to experience all the joys-and chaos-that come with it."
His expression softened for just a moment as he regarded you, the seriousness of the situation creeping into his usual façade of confidence. "I suppose there are worse things than being a dad," he admitted, almost begrudgingly. "I just hope this kid doesn't inherit my inability to function outside of soccer."
You chuckled, the warmth of the moment settling around you. "I think we both know they'll be a soccer prodigy with you as their dad. But maybe we can throw in some art classes or something, just to balance it out?"
He scrunched his nose in distaste. "Art? Ugh. I don't feel like producing a piece of art."
You nudged him playfully. "See, this is what I mean! You need to open your horizons. You can't just be all soccer all the time. What about cooking classes?"
"Cooking classes? Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "If I wanted to poison our child, I'd just let them eat my cooking."
"Oh, don't act like you can't cook." you challenged, smirking at him. "You're just too stubborn to learn anything outside of instant noodles."
"Instant noodles are an art form," he shot back, crossing his arms defensively. "Besides, if it's not in my contract, it's not my concern."
You rolled your eyes again, though your heart swelled with affection for him. His quirks and stubbornness were part of what made him so uniquely him. "Well, I think you'll have to make some adjustments in your schedule, Mister 'Nothing but soccer.'"
He sighed dramatically, though the corners of his mouth curled upward. "I'll think about it," he said, his voice dry as ever. But you noticed that glint in his eye, the one he always got when he was secretly pleased with something.
"Thinking about it isn't good enough," you countered, narrowing your eyes playfully as you leaned in closer. "You're going to be there for all of it. And when our kid asks you for help with their homework, you better know the answer. No slacking off with the whole 'I only care about soccer' excuse."
"No, you'll do the teaching."
You almost choked on your breath. "What a nightmare..imagine ME, teaching math? Do you want me to fail our child?"
You poked him in the ribs, enjoying the rare moment where you could tease him into a corner. "You better brush up. No instant noodles or spreadsheets will save you when that time comes."
Jinpachi sighed theatrically, pushing his glasses up again, a smirk barely visible at the corners of his lips. "I'll consider it a challenge. Though, I'm not responsible if our child grows up with a warped sense of humor."
"Oh, please," you snorted. "With me as their mom, they'll be perfectly balanced. It's you I'm worried about. You're going to corrupt them with your twisted soccer fanaticism."
He tilted his head, fixing you with a mock-serious stare. "And what, exactly, would be wrong with that?"
"Everything," you replied, matching his intensity. "Because if you think I'm going to sit through endless hours of soccer drills, you've got another thing coming. I'll make sure they're into something else, too. Maybe theater or art, just to mess with you."
The idea visibly made Jinpachi twitch. "Our child doing theater... Horrifying."
You grinned wickedly. "Exactly. And you'll love it."
Jinpachi shook his head, but the fondness in his eyes couldn't be mistaken. You could see it now, peeking through the cracks of his cool exterior. He wasn't just some cold, calculating football genius; he was also the man you fell in love with-quirky, egotistical, yes, but full of hidden warmth that he saved just for you.
A comfortable silence settled between you both for a moment. The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the monitors and the occasional scribble of his stylus on the tablet. You stood there, watching him work for a bit.
You were going to have a baby-his baby. You weren't sure what kind of father Jinpachi would be, but you knew one thing for certain: he would approach it with the same passion he had for everything else.
After a few minutes, you finally broke the silence. "So, when do you think you'll be free to come to the first appointment?" you asked, keeping your tone light but serious.
He glanced up at you, pushing his glasses up again-a nervous habit of his when he was thinking. "I'll make time," he said simply, almost nonchalantly, though you could tell he meant it. "I'm not missing it. I'll put it in my calendar. Between strategy meetings, of course."
You raised an eyebrow. "Between strategy meetings? Really? You're prioritizing strategy over me and your future child?"
"Don't twist my words," he shot back, smirking. "I'll be there. I can multitask."
"Sure, sure," you teased, though you knew he would keep his word. "And make sure to bring something that isn't noodles when we go. I'm not sharing my snacks with you."
He made a face, clearly displeased by the thought. "You're cruel."
You couldn't help but laugh, the sound filling the room. "I'm just preparing you for parenthood, Jinpachi. You'll have to learn to share eventually."
He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Oh, absolutely," you replied, grinning. "I'm going to hold this over your head for the rest of your life."
Jinpachi sighed, leaning back in his chair again. "Of course you are."
You placed a hand on your stomach. It wasn't just about teasing him or watching him squirm, though that was always a fun bonus. You were building a life together, and this was just the beginning of something incredible.
"Ready for the ride, Jin?" you asked, a soft smile on your lips as you looked at him.
He glanced over at you. There was something real and sincere in his eyes, a flicker of emotion that he rarely let anyone see.
"Yeah," he said quietly, nodding. "I think I am."
You smiled, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. "Good. Because I'm not doing this alone."
He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "As if I'd let you. I'll be there... every step of the way."
"Damn right you will be," you said, though your tone was softer now, more affectionate. You stepped closer, gently resting a hand on his shoulder, and he placed his own hand over yours.
Jinpachi squeezed your hand gently, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that caught you off guard. You could feel the warmth of his hand on yours, grounding you in the moment.
"You know," you murmured, stepping in closer, your voice low as you brushed a hand across his cheek. "I'm not always sassy."
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "Really? I've never seen the evidence."
"Shut up," you whispered, though you were smiling as you said it. "I'm trying to be sentimental here."
Jinpachi let out a small chuckle, but there was a tenderness in his expression that you rarely saw. He lifted his hand from your shoulder to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that made your heart skip a beat. It was such a simple gesture, yet from him, it carried so much meaning. Jinpachi was a man of few overt affections, but when he did show them, they were undeniable.
Slowly, he leaned down toward you, his movements almost cautious, as if he were afraid to break the moment. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as his face drew closer, your heart pounding in your chest. And then, with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his usual brashness, his lips met yours.
The kiss was soft, tender-unlike the sharp-edged banter you usually exchanged. His lips were warm against yours, and for a moment, the world around you disappeared. His hand on your cheek was steady, grounding you, while your own hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him just a little closer.
You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his long fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss, still slow, still deliberate. It was the kind of kiss that felt like a promise.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you breathing a little heavier than before. His hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb still softly stroking your skin. Jinpachi's glasses had slightly fogged up from the closeness, but he didn't bother adjusting them this time.
"Sucks to be us, huh?" he murmured, his voice teasing but quieter than usual, as if he were afraid to break the delicate moment.
You smiled, still catching your breath, your fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Guess we're stuck together now."
"Not the worst fate," he replied, his smirk returning but his eyes soft.
You pulled him in for another kiss, this one quicker but just as sweet, before you leaned back, a playful grin tugging at your lips. "And just so you know, that baby's going to love theater. Deal with it."
Jinpachi groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically, but there was a fondness there that you couldn't miss. "Fine. But only if you handle it. I'll take care of soccer practice."
"Deal," you said, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.
As you stood there, wrapped in his arms, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together.
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ana-chan164 · 1 year ago
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Hey, can you translate these photos for me?
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Yukimiya Kenyu & Ego Jinpachi comics.
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Artist in twitter: mmk_x00x
Hope you enjoy ♡.
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tojjist · 1 year ago
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 - 𝗝. 𝗘𝗴𝗼
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jinpachi ego x f! reader
tags: pwp, unintentional exhibitionism, semi-public sex, ego being an asshole, degradation, reverse cowgirl (kinda), mentions of masturbation (third person(s)), dacryphilia if you squint, marking/bruising, humiliation, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight objectification of reader.
note: this is my first ever fully-written smut so uh yeah forgive my lack of description and experience. also kinda rushed write it at like 3am in maybe an hour. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! minors, ageless & blank blogs dni
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“ego-san! eguhh—!”
your hips thrust; up, down. up, down. moving against his length. ego’s long fingers were digging into the soft skin of your hips, forcing harsher movement as your walls swallowed him whole.
“such a fucking slut,” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. “taking my cock like a champ, that’s how you like it, huh? wanna get fucked ‘til ya can’t see?”
you don’t respond to his harsh words, too focused on the pleasure. your hips kept thrusting but you weren’t doing all the work; ego knew you wouldn’t be able to move on your own when he’s balls deep inside you.
but, jinpachi ego doesn’t take well to being ignored. if he asks you a question he expects you to respond.
one of his hands curls in your hair, harshly fisting it as he stops helping you move. naturally, your movements become sloppy and sleazy over his cock, still attempting to enjoy his length despite the way he’s gripping your hair and turning your face, forcing you to look at him.
“answer, sweerheart. wanna hear my little doll’s response, hm? don’t leave me waiting, whore.”
it was so astonishing how easily his vocabulary swapped. to him you were but a little fucktoy for him to enjoy. he didn’t have to make you feel good, which he did. you at least owe him an answer.
“y-yes, egoh-san,” you blabbered, barely able to keep your sanity together.
it is embarrassing; you’re a strong woman of a high position, yet the highest position you can get with this man is riding his cock like a slut. how he knew all your weaknesses you don’t know. jinpachi ego is a wonder and as much as you’d like to explore him, it’s clear he’s the only one getting any exploring here. you’re only there to serve, to drool and moan as he fucks you stupid.
but unbeknownst to either of you, it is broadcasted all over the blue lock.
you knew having sex right in front of the the controls was a bad idea. god, you begged him so much to just drop it and have sex somewhere else.
but ego insisted to do something he’s seen in some porno, sitting on his chair while you’re on top of him. the leather chair was whining under you two as you moved. you would have been worried about it breaking if you weren’t too busy getting fucked.
and now you’re both paying for ego’s selfishness. it was you, huffing and moaning, your breasts jiggling up and down as he had lifted the shirt off them. one every screen of every room. everyone was watching now.
and the boys? oh, they were devouring the broadcast. how could they not when your soft begs echo through almost every room of the pentagon shaped building?
seriously, these controls should be more complicated. yet one wrong move is all it took you and now 300 young men are watching you sob.
“ego-san—! ‘m close! close!!”
your tears weren’t many, but the ones that fell were fat, blurring your eyesight and arousing jinpachi oh so much.
“feels good-“ he groaned slightly at the way your hips move faster, teeth clenching agaist each other. “feels good, slut? ya like my c-cock in you— fuck-“
the way your face reddened and your moans became even more pitched was definitely the finishing line for most of the boys, watching as one of ego’s fingers rubbed at your pretty nipple, squeezing your breast then pinching the darker skin in the middle.
with a final sob, a final thrust, and a final breath, your release came. your head jerked back as your spine arched, moaning especially loud now. ego groaned as your gummy walls tightened around him, teeth clamping against the plush skin of your neck. he made sure to leave his mark on you; dark bruises on your neck as he bites so hard it almost draws blood.
one would be a fool to think that jinpachi was helping you ride out your orgasm. his name is ego. no one matters, not even you. he was only chasing his own release, wearing you out until his cock twitched under the pleasureful pressure, shooting white paint across the walls of your tight cunt. the lewd noises of skin slapping against each other remained loud, echoing across the monitor room as jinpachi rocked your hips back and forth until he couldn’t anymore.
“get up.”
“what?” you squeak innocently ant his harsh demand. you were barely just catching your breath.
“ya heard me, don’t make me say it again. get up.”
if there is one thing you learnt from being ego’s personal stress reliever, it’s to obey. no questions asked. he demands, you answer.
and you are one good lap dog. you allow him to mush and shape you however he likes because, for some reason, it felt so fucking good.
you didn’t have to be told another time, twice is a lot. you stand up without question, back facing jinpachi as you wait. was it anticipation or dread pooling in your stomach? you weren’t sure.
“bend over.”
his words were absolute. but this time you went rigid, not moving an inch.
“did you not hear me?” “ego-san..”
ego stands up, hand finding your head roughly as he begins to push it down. “when i tell you to bend over you fucking-“
he noticed it too.
there was a small red light, coming on and off, indicating that this is in fact getting recorded.
“shit…”
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luvingshidou · 10 months ago
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Yall acc like ego LIKE NOT AS A JOKE 🙁🙁🙁
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HE SO FUCKINH UGLYLYYLYLLYYYY😭😭😭😭
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🤓☝️ looking bowl cut lanky ass
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aninipanin1 · 18 hours ago
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I think that Anri begs adult manager! reader to force Ego to eat an actual meal that isn’t those instant noodles
EW, VEGETABLES...?
Notes: I actually love this so much, anon lol
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"Good morning, Anri-san. How may I help you today?"
You greeted your fellow female manager, figure hunched over the washing machine, scrubbing the white linen sheets from the many rooms around the facility, especially the one that legit had an oyster sauce spill, leaving a spot darkened.
Anri gave her a large smile, one that is familiar, at first before her, she reached some sort of 'Eureka' moment, and her smile turned into one of disappointment she did not think of it earlier along with a hint of mischief in it.
"Actually, can you help me with something, Y/n?"
"Oh, of course! What do I do?"
The redhaired manager motioned for her to come closer, to which she followed. Cupping her hand around your ear, Anri whispered the 'task' she wanted you to do.
As she spoke, the wider your eyes became. How will you even pull this off?
"But, Anri-san..! You know how much he loves his noodles...and how he doesn't really like me."
You always thought that Ego Jinpachi, the head and director of the Blue Lock facility, never seemed to like you. He wasn't rude to you (you think because he talked to you the way he did to everyone else), but you can definitely see that he would go out of his way to avoid talking to you, approaching you or anything related to talking with you alone without Anri, unless it was something prefessional and work-related.
He also always scolds you. You know, it was just because of the betterment of the project. But why did he have to scold you for just being around Noel Noa or any of the master strikers? They were the ones handling the improvement of the boys. Of course, you need to be around them! Well, it was one of the many things you noticed, but you digressed. After all, you know you cannot please everyone, especially in a workplace environment.
So, you were a little shocked when Anri tilted her head at you, confused about your claim.
"Ego-san...doesn't like you?"
"Um, isn't it obvious, Anri-san? He doesn't really like talking to me at all, and when you aren't there with us, he will always avoid talking to me even if I try to make casual conversations! Also, he always scolds me for the stupidest reasons! Why does he get mad when I talk to Noa-san, Snuffy-san, Prince-san, or even Lavinho-san, I will never understand! It's my job to make sure that the boys are doing well and I can only make sure of that through the master strikers!"
You did not know when you started ranting, but you did. Anri, who listened to you with open ears, could not help but chuckle on the inside. She felt quite amused and also disappointed at Ego. But, she cannot say she was not surprised. Ego was one, if not the most emotionally constipated person she had ever met. It was not a surprise that he would try to avoid you.
But, why did he have to do all those things? It wasn't helping his cause at all!
'You better thank me for what I am doing, Ego-san.'
"Ego-san! Um..."
You stood there in the office where the said man was watching the many screens, watching over the progress of the players who were all training in their own ways. In your hands was a tray filled with sautéed vegetables, a bowl of rice, and some chicken in a bowl you cooked just for the man.
Even if you think he hates you, you can not just ignore someone who is literally putting their life in danger because they don't want to eat healthy things. You aren't messed up like that!
But, you did not know how to approach this, much less him. How will you even ask him to do this, much less with the strained relationship you two had? This was a really bad idea! Why did Anri have to approach you of all people for this-
"What is it?"
He turned his swivel chair to face you, his eyes a bit lidded to show that he was not that happy for being interrupted.
"I made some extra food, and uh...I thought you may want to have it."
'That's so stupid, Y/n!'
He raised an eyebrow at this, and it did not help that the look on his face showed that he did not approve of eating the pallate on the tray.
"Y/n-chan, you know I don't eat those things."
"I know...! I just didn't want to waste it. Anri-san said she already ate so..."
Ego did not say anything, turning his swivel chair to face the screens again. Just as you were about to give up and leave the room thinking that he would not accept the food at all, he raised his arm and pointed to an empty space on the desk.
"Put it there. Don't blame me if I don't eat it and it becomes rotten."
Blinking at his words, you just nodded your head, a bit dazed that he actually considered even being near the food. You did as he told before bowing and leaving to do your other chores and duties.
Needless to say, when Anri entered Ego's office, she was shocked to see the man munching on a bowl of rice with chicken and vegetables on top. His eyes were still focused on the screen, back hunched in a weird position, but he was indeed eating.
"Did Y/n pass by here..?"
"She did. Dropped this...abomination and her paperwork."
Ego answered, pointing to the food that he called 'abomination,' yet he was still eating the food, cheeks round with food. Anri nodded, yet it was obvious she did not believe the disgusted look in his face to which he only glared at her for.
"You're the one who said it. The facility should not waste food." He pointed his chopstick at her.
"Yeah, yeah. It's totally not because you favour her, definitely not." Anri shrugged, a cheeky smile as she headed out the room once she dropped the paperwork.
'I'm surrounded by simps, haahh...' She inwardly sighed.
ADDITIONAL TIME!
Anri: You like her.
Ego: No, I don't.
Also Ego: *proceeds to hoard every single thing Y/n gave him, yes, even if it was the inkless pen she passed to him to throw in the trash.*
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I'm sorry if this was too short, hahaha. I didn't really know how to go deeper into this. But I hope you loved this!
Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.
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waffledforbreakfast · 5 months ago
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Bllk x Reader - Headcannons!! [MasterList]
ft. Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser, Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo Catchups: Nagi, Ego
-> First Encounters
-> Second Encounters
-> Birthday Gifts
-> Bllk as your Roommate
-> Their reaction to a kiss on the cheek
-> If you watch their game
-> Valentines Special [Wattpad Exclusive!!]
-> Telling them you're busy
-> First date [pt.1] + (Rin, Shidou, Sae)
-> First date [pt.2] + (Niko, Kaiser, Ness)
-> First date [pt.3] + (Otoya, Karasu, Reo)
-> Sending Love Letters [pt.1] + (Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser)
-> Sending Love Letters [pt.2] + (Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo)
-> Easter Special [Wattpad Exclusive!!]
-> Receiving Love Letters [pt.1] + (Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser)
-> Receiving Love Letters [pt.2] + (Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo)
-> Nagi Catchup
-> Ego Catchup
-> "Come over he's gone" - PRANK (SMAU) + Regulars + Isagi + Charles
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chigirizzz · 2 years ago
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"i want to bang your..."
characters: chigiri, bachira, otoya, rin, ego
warnings/tags: inappropriate words ("bitch", "kys"), they're just your besties, smau, crack, gender neutral reader but there's a female emoji on rin's part, rin uses an insult that it's not lukewarm 😱
CHIGIRI HYOMA
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BACHIRA MEGURU
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OTOYA EITA
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ITOSHI RIN
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EGO JINPACHI
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addrieana · 2 years ago
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Ego??
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EgoxReader | Of course, Not proofread, I'm lazy
teeny tiny bit of spoiler from the manga I promise it does not affect the experience. ✋
I'm in my Ego simping era rn don't you think Ego's underrated??
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When you found out that the Ego Jinpachi used to play soccer, you were shocked, hell even to say that you were shocked was an understatement. Like your boyfriend who just stays in front of his computer all day looking at striker's stats and slurping on his ramen is actually Noa Noel's, like Yoichi said "rival"?? And it came from noa's own mouth too. So of course you would pester him about it, "hon, someone told me you were a soccer player before." "hmm? yeah yeah" your boyfriend who obviously did not understand you, replied. "wait. what? where did you hear that from?" he looked up from his computer finally processing what you just said. "uhhh... Isagi and Noa, is it true though? is it true?", "no need to worry about that, past is past." he answered vaguely, but that's all you needed to know because that means that he's admitting that he once played soccer. "woahhh, my boyfriend was actually the world's best striker's rival?? baby come over here let me cuddle you pleaseee 🥺" you told him looking amazed. "eh come on it's not that amazing, but sure I'll cuddle you. I'll be the big spoon though."
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When I saw this in the manga I knew I had to write cuz like??? Ego was actually noa's rival? or should I say "brothers in arm" was that it? Hope you enjoyed even °^° requests are open btw!
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maochira · 1 year ago
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gn!reader
Just like 99% of asian parents, dad!Ego's main love language is bringing you food. Even when he's busy with work, each time he makes himself a bowl of instant ramen, he makes one for you as well and brings it to your room. Ego knows which instant ramen brand is your favourite, and as soon as you mention really liking another one, he buys that one in bulk - typical dad behaviour.
Ego pays more attention to your diet than to his own. He doesn't force you to eat anything you don't like, but he tries to encourage you to eat more nutritional food. Although, due to his own eating habits you tend to not listen to him. But Anri's there to help out a bit.
Sometimes, Ego randomly knocks on your door and asks if you're hungry. Most of the time, it's not necessarily because he thinks you might want food, but mostly because it's an easy way to start a conversation.
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hunn1e-bunn1e · 2 years ago
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Ego Jinpachi - "Eggy's Misfortune"
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In which a certain eggheaded volleyball enthusiast is bullied into eating healthy by his clearly overpaid assistant. Or; In which Ego Jinpachi is force-fed dumplings in an "attempt to make him eat healthier".
                                                                                                   
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Ego Jinpachi grunted as yet another dumpling was shoved into his mouth, he nearly choked on it due to how far back it was pushed.
Never in his life did he think he'd be in a situation such as this, that situation being, forced feeding at the hands of his employee. He was appalled at the audacity that this person had to park their ass on his desk and start feeding him like some kind of child.
I mean, even if the dumplings were pretty damn good and the only meal he'd had in like three days other than a burger drowning in mayonnaise. The pure disrespect he felt was hard to overlook; not to mention that stupid grin they had on their face, like they just accomplished the greatest feat known to man.
Who the hell were they to smudge up his sparkling ego like that? But damnit! This food was so well made, that he couldn't just not eat it, that would be foolish, it's free food and free food is free after all.
So he, Ego Jinpachi, ate it in silence, doing his best not to give his menace of an employee even an ounce of positive emotion. He kept his face blank and eyes focused on the wall of monitors before him, refusing to acknowledge the satisfied flush on his cheeks.
I mean it's not so bad right, as long as he can eat in silence, he doesn't mind all that much.
"Aww Eggy, you look like a chipmunk!"
Never mind... he's docking this idiot's pay... after he finishes his meal, of course.
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Wanna see similar content? Check out my Masterlist!
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Reblogs are appreciated ~ 𔓘
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