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ilsanslut · 1 year ago

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Can i please request some jealousy headcanons for Kaiser and shido with a female s!o? Smutty too if that's alright.Thank you!

꒷♡꒷ GREEN-EYED GAZE!

♰ featuring: michael kaiser + shidou ryusei (separate) [blue lock]

♰ note: VAMPIIE WRITE UNDER 1.5K WORDS CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE). i got carried away making the headcanons and decided to write blurbs to go alongside them but they are both LITERALLY the length of fics.... ANYWAY ryusei’s section may or may not be based off of my interactions with my jealous!ryusei shidou bot teehee. yall know how i already feel about him in ANY type of situation, but adding a jealous michael on top of that??? . . . yall hear something purring or is it just me—

sypnosis: hey siri play jealousy by monsta x! wc: 4.9k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. fem/fem-bodied reader. SHIDOU RYUSEI. jealous!ryusei. jealous!michael. possessive!michael. possessive!ryusei. mean!ryusei. degradation. unprotected sex. rough sex. big dick!michael agenda! tummy bulging. locker room sex (michael). dacryphilia (ryusei). Tit-slapping (ryusei). spanking. choking. creampie/breeding. cursing. dirty talking (ryu likes to call u mean names when he's horny). groping. hair pulling. sweet n vulnerable ryusei at the end :((. ꒷꒦

MICHAEL KAISER

❥ it should be noted that Michael is not prone to becoming envious. i mean, why should he? he’s handsome, wealthy, extraordinarily skilled at football, and he has you as his beloved girlfriend that he loves to show off. what more could he ask for? in fact, one might contend that he was the target of envy more than anyone else. ❥ at least, that’s what he thought until he noticed you talking with his teammate and sworn rival, isagi yoichi at one of their games. ❥ it wasn’t like he was afraid that the inferior little shit was going to take you away from him. on the contrary, michael could not even begin to describe the sensation of emotions he was experiencing within. it was as if a tumultuous storm of emotions raged inside of him, ones he could not quite pin down. ❥ hatred directed at Isagi? betrayal at the fact that you would so openly talk and dare to laugh with his rival when he was right here? angry that if he spoke about it right then, he would come off as a cowardly fool who lacks self-confidence? ❥ he’s deathly silent, menacingly brooding, and unbelievably furious. he couldn’t help but enviously glower at the two of you with so much intensity that it was a miracle that you didn’t have a hole lasered into your back. ❥ but he could not just idly stand by and do nothing, especially after that little shitstain dared to touch your shoulder. that was his last straw.

“K-Kaiser . . .” Ness' voice jolted him out of his reverie, and the innocent brunette unintentionally fell prey to one of Michael's infamous death glares.

Alexis tried his hardest not to flinch in the face of such wrath, but it was nearly impossible. Instead, he quickly averted his gaze, fearful of further infuriating his King, and motioned to the water bottle in Michael's hand, which had been unknowingly clenched so tightly that the cap had long since burst free, drenching his fist and shorts. Michael clicked his tongue, dropping the poor bottle to the grassy field, his deadly gaze returning to you and Isagi, now laughing about something else that he could not hear because he was too far away. Without saying a word, he extended his hand to Alexis, who hastily used his handkerchief to dry the wet skin.

“. . . I noticed them too.” Alexis murmured quietly, glancing briefly in the direction that Michael was glowering, but not for long since he knew not to look at you without his permission. However, it was at that precise second that he saw Isagi brush something off of your shoulder, which caused his breath to hitch and Michael's murderous aura to flare with ferocity.

“—He’s dead.” Your lover snarled, snatching his hand away from Ness and marching right over to where the two of you stood.

You were not aware of Michael's impending form, but Isagi was made very aware when his eyes met the ace’s murderous ones that were fixed solely on his form. When you noticed the striker's sudden silence, you turned to see what he was looking at, but before you could, you felt two strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into an equally strong body. With the scent of expensive cologne and the familiarity of the rose-thorn tattoo wrapping around his forearm, you knew immediately that it was your boyfriend. Oblivious to the silent staredown between your lover and his rival, you continued to babble innocently.

“Oh hi, love! I was wondering where you were.” You commented, craning your neck up so that you could look at him. He would meet your gaze with a tight, unassuming smile on his lips, always a master of emotional disguise. The fire in his eyes, on the other hand, was undeniable. His smile was like a mask, meticulously crafted to conceal his true emotions, but it had begun to crack. You were no idiot. You could tell that he was upset. At what? You didn’t know.

“ . . . Were you now, liebchen?” You could not unhear the underlying malice that tainted his words, no matter how warm he tried to make his tone, nor could you ignore the cat-like narrowing of his eyes.

“Mhm! I was meaning to come back to you when Isagi and I started talking about ‘My Neighbor Toroto’, the Studio Ghibli movie!”

A stupid-looking movie. One that you still had yet to watch with Michael since every time you tried, he dismissed it with the notion of it appearing too childish for his tastes.

“Who knew that we had such similar tastes?!” You giggled as you turned to look back at Isagi, with Michael taking the opportunity to continue his malicious staredown at the striker. This time, he rested his head on top of your chin to prevent you from catching him.

“ . . . It that so?” His tone was grave, and his words were accentuated with a firm squeeze of your shoulders.

An awkward silence would ensue as neither man uttered a word, seemingly attempting to assert dominance over the other through mere looks alone, until it was abruptly broken by Raichi summoning Isagi. Once he was gone, you had little time to react as Michael's grip would release your shoulders, instead seizing your wrist to tug you along until the two of you were off the field and into the rest of the stadium.

“M-Michael?! What are you—”

“—Shut up.”

His tone was curt—rude—something that told you he demanded absolute silence, and you listened. There was hardly anyone on the way to the locker room since everyone had already filed into the arena and into their seats, and both teams had already taken the field. Once there, Michael dragged you inside, locked the door, and shoved your back against a locker’s steely face. In an instant, he was leaning over you, his forearm resting above your head while his other hand cupped your jaw, deft fingertips squeezing your cheeks as he forced his lips onto yours. It was passionate, possessive, and, above all, dominant, as if he refused to be opposed—as if he were trying to completely and irreparably erase Isagi’s name from your tongue. You adored it; his kingly persona was one of your favorite aspects of him. It was more reminiscent of his behavior on the field than anything else.

“Don’t ever look at him again.” He would mutter breathlessly against your lips, pulling away so that he could peer into your eyes—deep oceanics, half-lidded. His fingers squeezed your cheeks, causing your lips to pucker. Using this grip, he shook your head gently back and forth, relishing in the way your pretty eyes blinked up at him through your lashes. “Do you understand me, liebling?”

You nodded, your eyes wide and doe-like, just the way he liked them. A wolfish grin overtook his features, tapping your cheek twice with the hand that previously held you taut, “Good. Girl.” Both words were pronounced with a tap.

His lips were back on you, this time on the cheek he had lightly slapped. Soft brims kissed hot trails down your neck, becoming sloppy and possessive with each passing second. Sharp incisors and pointed canines would attack the sensitive flesh by the time he reached your collarbone, gnawing, lapping, and sucking at your delicate skin until he left deep marks and you mewling in his wake. Your digits went to grab his blonde tresses, threading your fingers through the soft strands, when his hand came to your wrist, snapping on the joint and pinning it beside your head against the locker.

The silent command was straightforward. Don’t touch him. This was a punishment.

Pulling away momentarily, he admired his handiwork. Your previously subtle flesh was now ridden with purplish and red blotches—some lined with teeth marks—all over your exposed neck and collarbones. You could not possibly hide them, especially since the two of you were now in public and all of your makeup had been left at home. Smirking triumphantly, he grabbed both of your shoulders and spun you around, pressing your chest and cheek against the smooth steel. It was at that moment that you caught the nameplate that was etched onto the locker: Isagi Yoichi.

Michael seemed to notice your realization, chuckling to himself as he flipped your skirt up above your ass, bringing his hand down on both of your cheeks once and then twice, making you croon each time. He ripped your panties down your thighs until they pooled around the backs of your knees, all the while reaching beneath his boxers and shorts to pull out his cock, which was already hard and tip drooling with pre. He wasted no time lining his cock up with your soft folds, pushing into you in one single, hard thrust that had your knees going weak and you nearly sobbing from the immense pleasure. He kept you steady by grabbing your bicep from behind, using his weight to press you against the locker.

“You feel it, don’t you, liebchen?” He grunted, thrusting shallowly and languidly against you as though he were trying to fit every inch and then some into you. “Feel how deep I am in this tight cunt? My pretty little pussy? Hm?” His other hand wrapped around your front, pressing right against your womb as his thrusts grew deeper—longer. Each drag of his cock along your walls was tantalizing, leaving you a whimpering, drooling mess. You could feel him in your tummy, your slightly chubby pocket of flesh on your lower abdomen pressing into his palm. His thrusts grew faster and more ravenous as they began to mimic the fire that had previously been ignited in him only moments prior on the field. It was almost as if he were trying to get you to feel how you made him feel—what you did to him to make him just so fucking crazy for you—and you did. Loud and clear.

Your voice echoed off the locker room's concrete walls like a mesmerizing siren's song, only for his ears to hear. Moans of pleasure, pleas for more, his balls slapping your clit, and your ass bouncing off his hips—it was all too much for you.

“M-Micha, I-I can’t! Too much, plea— AHN~! —please slow down!”

Your cries went unheeded; if anything, they seemed to fuel him to pummel your poor little pussy even harder, ramming you against the locker at an unforgiving pace. He used the arm he held in a vice grip as leverage, pounding into you like a battering ram at a pace that made your brain go numb and your body clench around him as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“You can and you will. No one could ever make you feel this good, could they? Hit that sweet—” He paused, hips stuttering, as he delivered a particularly rough and targeted thrust to the squishiest part of your walls, causing knees to buckle beneath you and cunt to gush around him. “—There it fucking is. Hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you like I can, huh?”

“N-No! No one–mphf! No one but you, Micha!”

“Not even Isagi?”

“G-God, not even him!”

“Goddamn right, meine königin.”

You would finally come apart against the lockers as Michael let go inside of you, both of you breathlessly moaning in unison. One thing about Michael is that when he came, he came a lot. Every time, without fail, thick, hot ropes of steamy, milky cum invade your womb and bloat you full of his seed. It was heavy too. It was a miracle you had not gotten pregnant by now, given how much he would pump into you.

Even now, as he pulled out of you, thick globs of his white release would leak from your sopping cunt. However, before a single drop could spill to the floor, he moved to grab your panties, which were around your ankles, and pull them back into position to stop any more from escaping.

His hold on you would soften as he became aware that you were still frail from your adventures. He would tenderly spin you around so that his lips would again touch yours, this time more tenderly. Unfortunately, Ness's familiar voice calling you both—more specifically, Kaiser—through the door interrupted your enjoyment of the moment. You knew he had heard what had happened between the two of you—possibly even more—due to the stutter in his voice.

“Uh, a-are you two done in there? Kaiser, the game is going to start soon, and Noel is going to put that Hirori kid in your place if you aren’t on the field in the next two minutes.”

“The hell he will.” Michael grumbled against your lips, placing another quick peck on them before he finally pulled away.

“Duty calls, emperor.” You teased him, lightly pushing at his chest.

He caught your wrist and pulled you into him in a way that always made butterflies arise in your tummy. “Are you coming out there with me, dear?” It was clear from your quivering and unsteady legs that you weren’t going to be able to do any type of walking any time soon.

“Ah, such a hassle.” He commented playfully, scooping you up into his chest, bridal style. “The things you do to me~.”

SHIDOU RYUSEI

❥ this is ryusei we’re talking about here. the same man who’s not afraid to set someone on fire if they even so much as look at you. it should come as no surprise to anyone that he gets jealous easily. that being said, he’d never be one to admit it. instead, his jealousy presents itself in the form of possessiveness and protection. after all, you're his, and you know you’re his. ❥ think of him as a protective doberman, a perfect guard dog. if anyone, more specifically, a man gets too close to you, ryu will loom over you and all but glower, snarl, and howl curses his way until the male gets the hint or has his neck stomped on. ❥ you could not count the number of times you had to physically restrain him from knocking someone’s lights out, especially after that one foreigner asked you for directions and ryusei responded by grabbing him by the collar, strangling him, and barking at him to "get lost." ❥ oh and god forbid anyone dares to flirt with you. you’d need the strength of jesus and all of his disciples just to keep your murderous boyfriend at bay—even then, it might not be enough. ❥ it’s never immediate, though; it takes a minute for it to click in his head what’s going on. moreso, a moment of “is bro serious right now?”. when these moments occur, for once in his life, he’s silent. he looks between you and the fucker who has the audacity to approach you, his eyes narrowed in a glare promising lethality. it almost seems as though he is testing the waters to see if you will speak first or if he will have to. in the end, though, it’s always him. ❥ so what could possibly go wrong when he brings you to his u-20 team banquet?

Angry does not even begin to describe Ryusei's current state of mind. He was enraged—furious, even—by the events that had occurred earlier in the night. You see, the two of you have been together for a little over six months now. He enjoyed bragging about you, and you enjoyed being with him. You were his lock screen, the source of his brainrot, the majority of his entire instagram page, and the absolute apple of his eye. So it would only make sense that when he was made aware of his team banquet in celebration of their big game that he would invite you to come along with him, right? God, how he regretted that decision.

All eyes were on you two the moment you walked into the banquet. Because it was a formal occasion, you wore a sexy red gown with an open thigh slit similar to Jessica Rabbit’s and a deep v-cut that exposed your cleavage and ended just at the tip of your sternum. Not to mention that the back of the dress was low cut enough that your lower back dimples were visible to all. Needless to say, it was no surprise that you were the center of everyone's attention—despite the fact that some of the others had brought their girlfriends with them.

However, anyone who dared look at you for too long would be met with Ryusei’s fury—everyone except for Sae Itoshi, who stared shamelessly at you with desire burning in his eyes. Somehow, you hadn’t noticed this. Due to his high regard for him and the fact that he was the one who gave him a second chance at football in the first place, Ryusei felt as though he could not confront his junior about it. Not to mention that you and Sae already had a pre-existing friendship before the events of Blue Lock. The two of you were essentially inseparable throughout the entire evening, conversing, laughing, eating, and even drinking together while Ryusei was left behind to stew in his festering emotions.

You two have just returned to your apartment after what was a riveting night for you and a torturous one for Ryusei. Now that the two of you had returned home, shortly after locking the door, Ryusei would turn to you with his infamous grin on his face, but the predatory glint in his eyes told a completely different story. He was seething, his gaze piercing right through you.

"You and Sae seemed awfully close tonight, huh? Ya' never told me you two were so 'buddy, buddy'.”

You paused, gazing at your boyfriend with an incredulous stare as you picked up on his accusatory tone. He was, in a sense, correct. Even though you two got along really well that evening, all of your interactions were completely innocent. Considering that you two had been friends for as long as you could remember, this was the first time you had seen him since junior high, when he left for Madrid. What were you supposed to do? Ignore him the entire time?

"What do you mean, Ryu~?" You would inquire, calling him by his nickname in a way that came close to disarming him, but he remained steadfast and scowled as he observed you take your heels off of your slender feet and set them on the shoe rack next to the door.

"You know damn well what I mean, sweetness. He'd retort back, his hands becoming stuffed in the pockets of his slacks as he towered above you. "You can put on your whole innocent 'I was just being nice' act all you want, but I’m no idiot, Y/N."

I’d beg to differ. You thought as you sauntered further into your shared apartment, the buzz of the alochol in your system flickering in and out as Ryusei began to sour your mood. You could hear him following you from behind you due to the sound of his socks shuffle across the wooden floors, much to your dismay.

“We’re just friends, Ryu.” Exasperated, you sighed and made your way to the master bedroom with every intention of taking off this dress and your makeup, taking a hot shower, and then going to sleep.

“Oh, just friends~!” He mimicked your tone crudely, his quick palm darting forth to snatch your elbow to prevent you from moving further. He whirled you around with surprising strength, shoving you backwards into the wall beside your shared bedroom non-too-kindly, drawing a gasp from your lips. His hand seized your jaw, slender digits squeezing harshly against your bones, making you whine aloud. He leaned closer to you, the tip of his nose brushing against your own at the scent of faint alcohol and mint wafted onto your face. “Don’t play coy with me, attention whore. I saw how you looked at him all night—practically eye-fucking him."

There was an undeniable fire in his eyes, accentuated by his downturned brows. His fuschia irises burned into yours as your eyelids narrowed into thin slits, boring into the core of your being. Sharp canines and pearly incisors were slightly exposed as his upper lip curled into an angry snarl. Excitement gathered between your legs as your 6'2" lover scowled down at you, forcing you to unavoidably squeeze your thighs together—an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Ryusei.

“Ohoho, what do we have here?” He commented, his knee sliding between your thighs as a ferocious grin spread across his lips. Due to the height difference between you, his knee was perfectly positioned against your panty-clad folds, causing your clit to needily throb against him. “Could it be that you did this on purpose, you little minx? Got me all hot an’ riled up just so that I could fuck ya’ up a little bit, huh?”

The hand on your jaw moved down to your neck, his lithe digits wrapping around it before squeezing. With each passing second, his grip would grow more unforgiving. Your delicate hands encircled his wrist, your back curved into his chest from the wall behind you, and your hips jolted across his knee, eliciting a contented moan from your lips. That was sufficient proof to him that you were, in fact, becoming aroused by this.

“Dirty little bitch.” He growled, a chuckle rising from his lips, before closing the gap between you two and smashing his lips against yours. It was rough, filthy, and full of teeth and tongues smashing against one another in a desire-filled exchange between two people who were both far too ravenous for their own good. Your hands were all over him, and he was all over you until his large palms came to rest on the backs of your thighs and hoisted you into the air, causing you to squeal against his mouth. His brims smirked against yours as he carried you over to your shared bed and placed you atop your silken sheets and plush mattress.

He was on top of you again before you could react, his deft fingers grasping the arms of your dress and pulling it down your body in one smooth stroke, leaving you completely nude before him. He tossed his head back, groaning at the sight of your body and sinful curves, feeling himself practically straining against his boxers. He wasted no time stripping out of his own clothes before diving back onto you, his tongue and pointed canines making quick work of the delicate flesh of your collar bones and neck, leaving visible marks in his wake. While doing so, his hands snatched greedy handfuls of your breasts, squeezing and groping at the engorged sacks as cunning fingers pulled your nipples taut. You keened under his body, fingers grabbing at the roots of his hair and tugging, a silent plea for him to give you more—one he heeded with a few particularly rough slaps to your breasts.

“Greedy slut.” He snarled, rising to tower over you once again, calloused fingers massaging the plump skin of your breasts that he had just brutalized. “Y’want more, huh? I’ll fuckin’ give ya more.”

Sliding off of the bed, he grabbed you by your ankles to take you with him and flipped you around so that you were on your stomach. Assuming he wanted you on your hands and knees, you began to rise to your knees, however, he placed a fiery smack on your rear that had you crying out in both pain and pleasure.

“Nuh uh, keep that pretty ass down here, baby. I’ll fuck ya just like this.” He muttered through gritted teeth, pulling you back down so that your toes bore most of your weight on the floor and you were still pressed flat against the mattress.

Before you could regain your composure, you felt Ryusei pressing a hand firmly against your lower back and his cock sliding into your wet folds in one full push. You gasped, already breathless from the intrusion and the feeling of being so full that you didn’t even know what to do with yourself. You sank against the sheets, your fists balling the material next to your head as you moaned curses into the sheets.

“Nah, baby, that won’t do.” His fingers threaded themselves through the root of your hair, forcing your head up from the bed. “Let me hear how I make this pretty pussy feel, yeah?”

“R-Ryu, y-you’re too big—”

“—The hell I fuckin’ am.” His pace increased, becoming brutal and unrelenting. Every time his hips touched yours, you felt him miraculously strike deeper and deeper areas within you, bullying his fat cock in and out of your helpless cunt as if he were trying to punish you. He was.

“Bet if—ngh! Bet if I was fuckin’ Sae, this pussy would take his cock with no problem, huh? Y’wish it was him fucking you, baby?”

He was barbaric and cruel, channeling every ounce of rage and jealousy into his furious thrusts that pistoned into you within an inch of your life. You enjoyed every second of it. Your mouth remained agape, drool threatening to pool over your soft brims as a chorus of unapologetically pleasured cries and moans escaped your open maw. Without even trying, he hit every spot inside of you as though he knew you in and out—no one would ever be able to replicate how his cock made you feel, not in a million years. That’s one of things you loved most about you.

A sharp smack to your rear snapped you from your fucked-out haze, a cry escaping your lips as Ryusei used the grip on your hair to yank your body flesh against his chest, his lips snarling into your ear, “Answer me, bitch.” He snarled through clenched teeth as his thrusts grew erratic, sloppy even. The distinct pleasure moans he used to emit between his words had evolved into almost feral snarls and grunts, as if you were being ravaged by a beast rather than your lover.

“Tell me the truth, you wish you had another cock fucking you this good, huh? Making you— fuuuck! Making you gush around this big dick, huh, princess?”

“N-Noo, ah~! O-Only want you, Ryu! I only want you!” You babbled through tears of overstimulation as the hand that was previously grabbing your hair was now holding your neck, pressing you taut against him.

“Yeah? Y’love me and my cock that much, sweets?”

“Oh God, yes! I-I only love you, Ryusei! O-Only you, baby!”

“Thaat’s my fuckin’ girl. G’on. Make a mess on me, pretty.”

By the time you gushed around his cock, you were hardly able to stand. Ryusei's powerful arms helped you maintain your balance so he could finish the last few thrusts inside of you before coming undone, spilling ropes of hot milky cum inside of your dripping cunt. The sheer volume of it was too much for you to hold, squelching around his cock as he now languidly thrust inside of you, fucking you both through your highs.

When he was completely spent, he let go of you and pulled away, letting you fall gently to the mattress beneath you. He collapsed beside you onto his back with one arm covering your back and the other resting on his forehead as you writhed around lazily in the moment. Even though he usually could not think of anything other than falling asleep and how great his orgasm felt after having sex with you, you could tell by the unmistakable pinch of his brows and his intent gaze on the ceiling that he was still thinking about something.

“Somethin’ the matter?” You inquired softly, concerned by his sudden silence. You fashioned an arm pillow to rest your head on while looking at him. He didn’t look at you, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly in his throat. “. . . Did you mean it?”

Now it was your turn for your brows to furrow as confusion etched itself onto your features. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows so that you could at least meet his gaze, to which his fuschia hues would give in and finally meet your own. He looked bashful, unsure—it was unlike him. If you squinted, you were certain that you could make out the faint tint of pink tinging his cheeks. His gaze darted away from your own and off to some random corner of the room.

“Yanno . . . about lovin’ me.”

A wave of emotions came over you when you realized that, as you were at your highest, you had unintentionally confessed to him. A sudden warmth filled your heart and permeated every fiber of your being, spreading like a delicate dance of butterflies in your stomach. You said you loved him. Every word you said was genuine.

You shuffled over on the bed so that you could climb partially on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder as you guided his head to meet your gaze again, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “Of course, I meant it, Ryusei. I love you now, and I always will.”

His eyes held a tenderness that you did not even know he was capable of, his gaze softened, and his brows rose as if he had been suddenly struck with love. He loved you just as much as you loved him.

“What was that, babe?”

“I said I love you, Ryusei—”

“—I know.” He grinned suddenly and cheekily as he encircled you in a bear hug, squeezing you into his arms and pulling you up onto his naked form. “I just wanted ta’ hear ya say it again.”

“. . . I love you too, Y/N.”

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someprettyname · 8 months ago

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"Hey!" You walk up to him, "Cut it out. You're being rude to my brother."

It was blue lock's break after U-20 and somehow the teachers and principal had convinced him to come back and play with his school level team again. Just for tips and stuff. Your brother was the captain and ace of that team. He was even called prodigy by many. In short, he didn't just deserve the absolutely harsh and cold shoulder he just got. And that too without any advice for improving. If this asshole dude hates people and other footballers so much and can't show basic decency, he shouldn't have come to begin with.

He gives you a side eye, "hmphs" and proceed to walk away like he was. "Whatever." He mumbled.

"No no." You grab him firmly by his shoulder and walk around to face him, your expressions sharp, "You don't get away treating my lil brother like that just because your big brother got away with treating you like trash."

Well for a little context, you used to be his classmate since a very young age. You saw him at the starting of playing football, you saw his brother leaving for Spain, you saw a look of determination in his eyes after he did.....and you also saw the look change to something near hatred somewhere along the line. And you saw it all with your own eyes. Well, you could only speculate, but you're sure you have a good idea what might've happened between them. Specially after watching the vs U-20 match.

"Hah?!" His nose scrunched up, "And who the hell do you think you are? How Lukewarm-"

"Oh." You chuckle humorlessly and shake your head, "atleast not someone who bases off his whole identity on beating his brother."

His jaw clenched but he calmed himself. No. He can be an asshole at times but he's better than beating up girls. He brushes your hands off his shoulder with a click of tongue and you let him. But that doesn't mean you stopped staring at him, "that's how they learn."

Ah. So we're going this way? You grab his collar. You can't justify being a douchebag with "oh but that's how it is". A good teacher and healthy person knows better ways.

"And did you learn, Itoshi Rin? Isagi still beat you to it."

And your words were a brutal remainder of how being tough on yourself might not lead to perfection. How even despite so much he still might have flaws. The exact thing he was thinking of by the bridge and your ago. That his ways at going on about normal life might be wrong too. But his ego was too thickheaded to accept it. His jaw clenches with frustration. Damn it. That's why he hates losing.

"All I'm saying is bring those stupid hung up principles in normal life and you lose at real life too." You give him one last glare and leave, walking over to your brother.

And that was the day a story to be told was born. An enemies to lover trope. Because oh do you piss him off, but he didn't fail to notice how protective and loving to your younger brother you were. The thought of your love for your brother being directed at him gave him a feeling of a void in him (which he didn't even knew existed) being filled. It was a wierd - hateful yet longing feeling he felt in that moment.

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strobichie · 1 year ago

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just sae.

♡⸝⸝ summary: poor you decided to replay ddlc, but something seems wrong... why is monika sae?

little note: bachira is sayori, rin is natsuki, and isagi is yuri!!

your perspective:

i had recently gotten a new computer, there are so many things i still need to work with and customise to my liking.

so, to cure my boredom, i'm installing ddlc again and replaying it!

my favourite character is natsuki, i absolutely loved how adorable and relatable she just is. she reminded me of one of the kids i babysat.

after installing the win files i extracted them all and started the game up, as usual, i see the 4 dokis on the main screen on startup.

i entered my name of choice and started the game ---

wait, bachira??? FROM BLUE LOCK??

why was he sayori? not gonna lie, his sprites are really cute, but how..??

i re-checked the website i downloaded the game from but it displayed the 4 dokis there and there was nothing wrong..

huh, why am i being scared?

i should be grateful, honestly.

i've been blessed by the gods above!! for once i'm fucking lucky!

no way was i gonna pass up the opportunity to interact with my favourite anime characters especially since they somehow ended up in my favourite childhood game..!

i wonder who natsuki, yuri, and monika would be, though?

this is interesting! as i progress even more reading the dialogues and clicking on the chat box, after a few minutes of suffering i finally got to the literature club with bachira!

"seriously, a girl? way to be a killjoy." rin... RIN?!?!?!?!?!

OH MY GOD RIN IS SO HOT? HIS ATTRACTIVENESS SCALE WENT TO 100 TO 1000 SO QUICK!!

wait.. could that mean ---

ISAGI IS YURI!! YES!! MY FAVOURITES ALL IN ONE ROOM!!

i hope monika is kaiser or even better, anri..!!

gosh this got me feelin' so giddy and chipper in the early fucking morning..

i skipped a few of the dialogues, and abruptly stopped when a certain person came into view.

...sae? really?

what an eyesore. i hate sae, of all people, why sae?

sure he was similar to monika, but only in appearance. kaiser or anri could have been able to fulfill this role.

i sighed in annoyance, at least i have rin and the others...

i continuously skipped many dialogues and had finally gotten to the part where sayori, or in this situation bachira, hangs himself..

right, this was a horror game after all. did i really forget about the main plot?

i stared at the screen with an obvious frown. rin and isagi are next..

and the person behind all this was saeshit. ugh, seriously... well, good thing i can just delete his files at any given time.

progressing through the story even further, i got a special poem and cringed at the 'drawing'. it was bachira hanging in a humorous manner.

this was unfortunate.

i clicked on the chat box endlessly, wanting to speedrun to the moments of all my favourite characters deaths..

seeing rin crack his neck and isagi stab himself looking like a crazed maniac broke my heart. good things don't last.. this will probably be the last time i'll ever be able to play this version of the game.

then, here sae was, fuck was he smiling for?

"let me take a quick one of rin's cupcakes, these such are really good for a brother so shitty and nasty." i scoffed and gritted my teeth in anger, sae was clearly the asshole in their brother-ship.

i was met face-to-face with sae, i pursed my lips and stared at my computer screen.

"it's nice to talk to you even if it's by a dialogue box." is this even real?

"i know that you're thinking: is this legitimate? to answer your question, yes it is. i became self aware after everything in that god damn manga and anime called blue lock, i felt sick and tired of not being able to show up in the manga after a long period of time. somehow, i found a way to break the barrier between the fictional animanga world and reality as you call it." that was a mouthful. he was pretty talkative now. my burning hatred for sae cooled down a bit as he spoke more ---

"i found this 'cutesy romance horror' game and it had all the things i needed in order to cross over to the real world. this version of the game only exists on your desktop, {user}. is {user} even your name? are you even a girl?" he shot me a confused expression.

"honestly, i don't care anymore. even i started falling in love with you. i thought i wasn't capable of love, just like the original character monika, i fell in love with you." this sent a shiver down my spine, i sweat-dropped and continued reading his dialogues.

"you read that right, i love you. even if i'm not real, i love you. i won't ever let you leave me. i'll kill you even if you think of it." he coldly stated and i opened my file explorer, ready to delete his character file --- huh.. why couldn't i delete it?

"i'm disappointed, why would you wanna try to delete me? i love you, you should be grateful i love you." but i hated sae, i hate him!

"i've been practicing for a while, i think i can finally break the laws of physics and rules of nature between our worlds." uhm, does he even know what the fuck's he saying?

"i'll see you soon, goodbye {name}. i love you." HOW DID HE GET MY NAME? DID HE HACK INTO MY COMPUTER BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK..?!?!?!

i was scared shitless, jesus christ, just what did he mean by all that? i force shut down my computer and rolled to my bed covering myself in my blankets. time to go back to sleep after that eventful experience.

short little fic, should i make a part two?

finally made a part 2!

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mnot a manga reader so i am unaware of kaisers backstory can u share it pls or is it like too much to talk abt?

its really sad to the point i usually make jokes about it bc im otherwise toooo depressed its so fucked and it makes me excuse him sooo bad like thats my baby

cw for child abuse and alcoholism

the long and short of it was that he grew up without a mother and with an alcoholic and abusive father both physically and emotionally. he fell in love with soccer because it allowed him to vent his frustration

eventually kaiser gets caught up and arrested for a robbery that he wasn't involved in and he snaps after his dad almost destroys his soccer ball.

he takes down 7 police officers by beating the shit out of them with his soccer ball (very unserious in bluelock fashion) but eventually and because of that - he gets recruited to play football and the people of bastard munchen are actually really kind to him

but because he doesnt know how to accept that sort of thing he sort of covers up and actively becomes hated because kindness makes him uncomfortable which is why his relationship to ness is like that and where the metaphor for his thorns and roses thing comes from

he essentially becomes incredibly resentful and starts to thrive on the hatred people show him and repeats the cycle of abuse through ness in some sense of the word. he has a page where he comments about how he's just like his father

anyways the reason he becomes so spiteful, egoistic, and cocky is essentially because he's afraid of love and it results in his bad personality. soccer is basically all he's ever had in his life to give it meaning and to prove he exists and that's why his crushing defeat to isagi is so painful for him lol

** edit: i say crushing defeat to isagi not in terms of soccer but terms of philosphy he makes the actual goal lol

i have a lot of actual commentary on kaiser but yeah its really sad

#return to sender #child abuse tw #ask to tag #hes my baby and i forgive him for everything #bluelock manga spoilers

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yoshidenss · 3 months ago

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annoying rant about blue lock fanbase and manga ig

i love nesskai/kainess so much, like it's my second otp but everytime I think about them it brings me such immense pain

because everything about them is shrouded in depression and sadness canon and fanon vise

it's not just that they are toxic, it's the fact that they committed a crime of breaking up that very popular rivalry (kais*gi) to the point Kaneshiro refuses to portray an ounce of care from kaiser towards ness, aka showing a tiniest bit of genuine mutuality of their friendship whilst continuing ignoring and shitting on ness every chance he gets because mangaka is too busy trying to think of the ways to give fans of the second popular ship their fanservice than write a proper good story. and I cannot blame him! have you looked at 90% of kaiser fans? they actively and genuinely hate ness (aka the only reason kaiser even went as far with his career, the reason he even looks like this in the first place and the closest thing he has for a friend), ignore his existence and too busy drawing him as some smug suave Casanova douchebag simp for Isagi. everything kaiser does they tie somehow to isagi. his past abuse? "omg a good material for angst where isagi would comfort Michael :(("

kaiser self-harming himself in desperate mania? "woah he is so kinky, choking himself while thinking about Isagi, he is so horny for him"

kaiser declaring he wants to continue to play through hatred and breaking up with ness? "omfg it's time for kais*gi chemical reaction finally"

and when you even read fanfics about kainess/nski they either gravely afraid of even entertaining the idea of it being mutual or make ness nothing but some sex toy who exist for super macho man with 1 km long dick kaiser to torture him and pretend this is the height of some character exploration (shit you not I had mutual like this who threw a fit anytime manga suggested Kaiser is soft cuz it ruined their idea of him being some cruel sigma male from Korean yaoi)

okay i don't know where I'm going with this

im just tired I guess when my fave character is constantly butchered or reduced to some simp for mc by fanbase

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The Mira wc calibration is just too crazy LOL I almost forgot the ship in the harbor y/! Is hollyhock y/n’s predecessor omg

HAHA FR ok lowk even when reading pi i was like “yo yuta and reader still alive???” Was fully expecting a major death but was pleasantly surprised with the resurrection (im gonna have to lock myself back into angst for whenever you revert back to angst i feel like I haven’t read angst in so long)

SO REAL need a bestie like miraverse chigiri omg reader and chigiri clowning reo and may so real I bet Kira would just be like “excuse me???” And reader just continues like “and when did this mole get here? You got it tattooed or sth?”

LMAOFOAOAOAOA Im abt to piss myself laughing WHAT THE FUCK WHYS IT SO WELL MADE???? IM CRYING AHAHSHAHAHA THIS IS TOO GOOD “my best friend and favorite star” GOOD. BYE. And the quotation too ijbol I cannot it’s also formatted so well…petition for you to publish this and make it into a real book or make it into like those fanzine type prints/books

Im being swayed and I’m not even the one writing oaeu LMAOO but speaking of how’s the progress on the inspo hunting LOL

NO FR wait that reminds me it’s sorta unrelated but i love the Hiori kurona duo just generally….Ive seen a lot of art of the BM dorm 4 where it’s Isagi yuki and Hiori looking after kurona and it’s so precious shsgshshs I remember thinking team kindness was really cute too!! But just imagine team kindness + bm 4 hyping kiyora up or genuinely giving him good advice and he’s like “wtf I’m not being bullied for once??” But LMAOOO alpha wolf Nagi is so funny I’m also imagining that one “gomen oomf Chan” wolf with him idk why

No because I get how stories have to involve the mc since they are the mc but I really wish more works would also elaborate on things that happen when the mc isn’t around like PLEASE show us the match I NEED TO SEE IT HDJSHSJSJ

- Karasu anon

HAHAAH FR and yesss SitH y/n is the original 😩 she has issues that hollyhock y/n could never even dream of and traumas that i look back on and wonder why i wrote 😭 but she’s cool i do rlly like her!! she was meant to be a deconstruction of the “girlboss heartless fighter who’s really pretty and cool and effortless and genius” YA trope that’s sooo common (idk if you can tell but i LOVE deconstructing popular tropes) where she is genuinely traumatized by the things she does (which are all horrible tbf) and hates herself very intensely for it instead of it just being brushed aside as necessary and never touched on again!! in comparison hollyhock y/n never really has those struggles with ptsd and whatnot she’s just like “ok wtvr this is what i need to do” meanwhile otoya and karasu are like her biggest supporters (especially karasu because otoya will occasionally disagree with her but karasu is her ride or die he supports women’s rights AND wrongs)

LMAOOO honestly i considered killing reader off and having her actually just die against sukuna but imo resurrection (and more specifically the connection between love and resurrection vs hatred and consumption) is such a main theme of the story and is honestly so integral to the whole plot that it wouldn’t have made sense for me to go any other way abt it!! i actually love the pi ending even though it was lowkey happy it just felt so sweet and full circle plus we got a sukuna cannibalism mention so it was still a little crazy and fun JFFJSJSK omg yesss luckily we still have requests and the oaeu to keep our spirits up in the meanwhile!! speaking of the oaeu i think i’ve decided the tropes for every character and it’s going to be so fun…the only ones i had left to cook up were sae reo and karasu but i think for sae i’m going to do smth where it’s when sae comes back for the u20 game and he meets reader at like a library or cafe or smth that he and aiku frequent and aiku IMMEDIATELY senses the vibes but sae is in crazy denial meanwhile reader thinks he’s cute and lowkey wants him ☝🏻 and then for reo it’s going to be a very stereotypical arranged marriage where he has to marry her for business reasons but he thinks he doesn’t like her…until aiku starts flirting with her and she seems into it…and he’s like “yo hold on a sec this is MY future wife 😟” HAHA and finally for karasu they’re going to be roommates or smth and he likes her but she has a (rlly shitty) boyfriend so he goes to aiku for help in learning to be a homewrecker since aiku is so experienced w that kind of stuff

I LOVEEE FORMATTING ALL OF MY DRAFTS IT MAKES ME FEEL SO MOTIVATED!! and hehe the best friend and favorite star is a reference to my best friend who tullia is based on i always dedicate my stories to her because she was like my first reader and is the reason i was confident enough to post my stuff online (she convinced me to make an ao3 acct in 2021) so without her there would be no fics…no miraverse…NOTHING so like i owe literally everything to her hence why she’s in so many of my stories and gets the dedication every time 🥳 and SLFHDJSSBS PLS I WAS GIGGLING MAKING THAT THE EPIGRAPH IT JUST FIT SOO WELL actually all of my long stories have epigraphs!! peregrine’s is “anyway, don’t be a stranger” from phoebe bridgers’s song scott street, hollyhock’s is “the most important thing every man should know is what he would die for” from faithful place by tana french (never read it or anything just saw the quote online and felt like it cooked), the year of the roses (shinah story that nagi might take over) is “the wait is long. my dream of you does not end” from my dream of you by nuala o’faolain (again haven’t read it just liked the quote), and hurricanes / hummingbirds is “anything you lose comes round in another form” from rumi!! i try to make them thematic and whatnot just for my own purposes even though no one else ever sees them but for the oaeu honestly no quote from someone else would fit better than aiku and niko cooking up smth problematic 😭

PEREGRINE CHIGIRI AND READER ARE SOOO GOOD TOGETHER i cannot wait for the college era even though it means no nagi solely because we get so much chigiri content…okay wait also i think it’s so funny that the ONLY character to have speaking lines in every single peregrine chapter besides reader is literally reo 😭 like atp it’s basically a reo fic he’s in the story more than nagi himself FJDJSJ but anyways i can’t wait to write the chigiri may reo reader combo!! and PLS no kira was 100% lost but he thought reader was gorgeous so he was like “sure beautiful whatever you say” luckily reo did step in and take reader back before anything too crazy happened so kira was just left intrigued but yeah it’s such a funny way for them to meet that i think it’s perfect (poor nagi though…nothing will ever be more insane than both of them thinking the other moved on first 😩)

i fear the inspo hunting progress has been at an all time low although i did this really funny rin x jjk edit that had me cackling (also why does rin genuinely look more attractive in these edited panels than in bllk 😭) AND ALSO a hakyona edit which was a crazy fyp pull they’re definitely stalking our convos 😟 honestly atp i might start on the oaeu just so i don’t get crazy writer’s block and stop writing altogether?? and just alternate oaeu chapters with requests…idk we’ll see maybe i just need to lock in and write smth but i feel badddd because if i’m not inspired i feel like my work is of worse quality?? but then again worse quality for me is still decent i’d like to say so maybe it’s not that deep 😓 maybe i’ll just pick one of the requests and start writing literally anything that’s what i did w the instrument and white butterfly and both turned out okay i think!!

kiyora and nagi being soccer rivals: lame, tired, boring, typical 🥱 kiyora being nagi’s discord kitten: insane take, none of those words are in the bible, barou’s going to crash out, nagi is using reo’s money to buy kiyora battle passes as reparations for what he suffered at karasu and otoya’s hands, karasu and otoya crack up when they hear about it, hiori is jealous, etc

REALLL i can’t wait for epinagi to get to nel in like ten years i want to see the behind the scenes of what manshine was up to!! maybe it’s just because idrc abt the mc so i don’t have as much interest in what he’s up to meanwhile i loveee nagi and would sit through a million chapters of him doing literally whatever because he’s my cutie pie special princess

#answered asks

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seishirology · 3 years ago

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RIN ITOSHI + BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

yo yo yo guess who's back after- more than 2-ish months!!! Me!! anyways so for today I have rin headcanons!

includes ; rin

A/N ; my opinions only!! I was starting to feel a little too single, therefore I needed to comfort myself 😌😜 also this is quite long because it was my first one, and honestly I don't know if any of the others will be as long

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ITOSHI RIN

anyways so first things first, if you want to date THE itoshi rin, you need to interesting. And, the number one rule is that you absolutely, under any circumstances allowed to be lukewarm. Otherwise he'll leave you 😔

But if you happen to bag this man, fear not. He will treat you like everyone else, but just a smidge better. He won't exactly be the nicest, but you can tell through his actions that he appreciates you. And one of those actions is not calling you lukewarm.

Besides that, I highly believe that rin's love language is either words of affirmation or it's quality time. I think he wants to be told that he's loved and that he is indeed a part of your life. But at the same time, spending time with your significant other with zero distractions is the best feeling for both you and him. No isagi, bachira, nagi and the rest of the boys. Just you and him, and sometimes a soccer ball.

Despite the fact that quality time is probably his love language, he can't always give a lot of time to spend with you. Which is why he probably puts effort into the dates you guys have together, always making sure it's enjoyable and isn't something lukewarm.

Speaking of which, I just know rin hates shopping. It's a waste of time, useless, and most of the time it's just browsing and no actual buying. But when it comes to his dear lover, he's willing to put aside his hatred for shopping if you enjoy it. Also, I see him as the type of boyfriend to actually help out when you guys are shopping.

If you guys have movie dates, prepare for a long soccer marathon. Movie dates with rin aren't movie dates, they're soccer match watching dates. But if you get upset over this kind of thing, rin would most likely make a compromise with you.

If you do end up watching movies with him, you'll be sitting on that couch for a long time. He's definitely a picky watcher when it comes to movies. On top of that he'll probably point out any inaccuracies in a movie while watching. But if you really enjoy the movie and live to watch it, he'll refrain from making any comments until after the movie finishes.

When it comes to sharing clothes, rin probably wouldn't care if you wore his clothes. However, if he really wants or needs to wear a shirt or hoodie that you've borrowed, he'll take it from you without a second thought. But in another scenario, if he finds you in his shirt or hoodie, he'll cock an eyebrow before simply sitting down next to you or whatever he was planning on doing.

When you attend his games, which is every game by the way, he doesn't need anything from you. You just have to be there to watch him do his best. If you want to wear his jersey, have a banner for him, or colour coordinate his team colours with your make-up, he'll appreciate the gesture. And will probably shoot you a smile after every goal.

If you're an athlete, rin will definitely stress. But I don't think rin is a bad guy, therefore if you put effort into the relationship, he will as well. If you go to all of his games, he'll go to all of yours. He'll cheer you on with a straight face while enjoying your game or performance. If you're really excited for him to be at your game, he'll pass your expectations. He'll show up in a ridiculous fit just for you, even if he gets weird looks if you like it than he can live with it.

When it comes to skinship, rin probably keeps it to a moderate amount, leaning towards minimal. It's not that he doesn't appreciate you and doesn't want to show you off, he just isn't one to really care for physical touch and stuff like that. But every once in a while he kisses you out of the blue because he loves you.

Kissing rin,,, probably won't happen until you get married or something. I just know itoshi rin is the type of guy to save his first kiss for whoever he marries in the future. But he gives sweet cheek kisses whenever he feels like it.

When rin gets jealous it's too easy to tell. He gets cold and stand-offish. He gives you the silent treatment and refuses to talk to you until you apologize for whatever you did wrong. He doesn't get upset over small things, like greetings, but if you're in a 40 minute conversation with someone he isn't a big fan of, he'll avoid you for a bit.

Angry rin is not a good rin. He disappears for days at a time, reflecting over his own actions and trying to figure out who was at fault. If he realizes he's in the wrong, he'll try to apologize, but rather than saying it out loud he'll start talking to you and do little things that make you really happy. Only when he feels like he's been forgiven will he apologize. He takes a long time to apologize because of his pride, but he doesn't want to be apologizing for being in the right.

However if you guys fight and he was in the right, he'll be very passive aggressive. He doesn't like being accused for the wrong reason, and he'll wait patiently for you apology. He won't ask for it, he'll simply make sure you understand that you were wrong.

When you confide in rin, he has a hard time trying to make you feel better. Of course he puts in effort to make sure you're no longer upset, but when you just want some comforting words he'll just give a solution. If he can't understand the situation, he asks why you're upset. And even if he doesn't understand he'll hold you in his arms while giving you different solutions to your problem.

However, when he confides in you it's a whole different story. First of all, if rin confides in you it means he truly trusts you. He doesn't want sugarcoated words, he just wants someone to hear him out and tell him how things are. Even if he doesn't want to hear the truth, he appreciates that you're there for him when you need him.

Overall dating rin would be a rollercoaster, of emotions? idk 10/10 man though. gotta love him <3

#itoshi rin #blue lock headcanons #blue lock rin #rin x reader

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