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Kaiser wasn't necessarily hiding you away, he just wasn't advertising the fact that the two of you were dating.
As egosistic as he was, there was a small part of him that felt like if his teammates knew about you, you'd leave him for one of them and that was a reality he refused to live in.
You guys had been dating for around two years now and aside from the one off media sightings he had successfully hidden you from everyone... except Alexis who was the one that set the two of you up.
After a practice, Kaiser had just gotten out of the shower, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist revealing a blue ink tattoo of your initials inside of a rose near his groin.
"New ink?" Alexis asked, slapping Kaiser on the shoulder.
Of course he was the one to expose your relationship to the team, he was also the only person besides the two of you who knew why he wanted to keep it a secret.
That's when Isagi turned around to look, "What do those letters stand for?"
"They're Y/N's right? That's so cool man." Alexis asked, was he being dense on purpose or was he just trying to rile him up.
"Who's Y/N?" Another player asked.
And while part of him wanted to slam the door to his locker and walk away he sighed, you'd been with him for two years. If you were going to leave him it wouldn't be over this.
"Mein Liebling..."
"Seriously? Someone actually likes you?" Isagi laughed, but stopped when he saw Kaiser running after him with a metal water bottle in hand.
✩ Gym Bag H. Chigiri
The boys were bored waiting for Ego to have the team meeting with them so they decided to play a game where they went around and said what was in their bags.
For the most part, it was normal things like hair ties, extra socks and shoes or the occasional good luck charm given to them by someone special.
And Chigiri's was the same, except for the frilly pink makeup bag with your initials that he pulled out.
"Yo?" Eita raised an eyebrow, "and you say you aren't feminine."
Chigiri rolled his eyes and threw a towel at him, "It's not mine, It's my girlfriend's."
"Girlfriend you say?" Karasu walked over and threw an arm over his shoulder, "pics or it didn't happen." The rest of the people in the gym nodded in agreement.
Reluctantly he opened his camera roll and showed them all pictures of you, to flex and to prove that you were real. And as annoyed as he pretended to be, he loved seeing them drool over the girl none of them could have but him.
✩ House S. Barou
Barou didn't really like having people over at his apartment. While he was friends and rivals with some of his teammates he also knew their cleanliness patterns and his place was immaculate. He didn't want those goons in his sanctuary of cleanliness.
They were on the way to a restaurant when a bird pooped on Isagi's shoulder, "what the hell? Sorry guys, I think I'm gonna have to sit this one out." He groaned trying not to gag.
Though he didn't want to, he also didn't want to miss out on updates from his biggest rival.
"My complex is up the street, you can borrow one of my shirts."'
"Are you gonna show us where you keep your maid outfits?" Nagi asked in his monotoned voice as he followed the group, eyes glued to his phone.
"I'm gonna push your donkey ass into some train tracks."
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Once they made it inside Barou glared at the group, "Shoes off and don't mess up anything... I'll be right back."
The apartment was decorated pleasantly nice. They expected it to be white walls and furniture with a hospital vibe, but instead it was very warm.
"Hey Isagi, take a look at this," Nagi said, picking your pink mug with bunny ears, "I think we were right about Barou secretly working at a maid cafe."
Isagi laughed and looked at the shoe rack near the door, "sure, but how can we explain these shoes?" He asked, picking up a pair of sandals.
"These are way too small for Barou ."
"Probably because they're not mine." Barou groaned, "They're my wife's."
"Wife?!"
"How come you've never mentioned her before?" Isagi asked, looking all over the living room for more traces of you.
Barou handed him the shirt and sighed, "I have, the two of you are just so self absorbed you never noticed?"
"Really?" Nagi asked.
✩ Reposts R. Shidou
"Soooo Shidou, are you in fantasy land again? Why are all your reposts about a relationship?" Sendou asked, showing his phone screen which was on Shidou'sTikTok page.
"The only thing I'm dreaming about is being in her pussy," Shidou laughed, dreaming about the last time the two of you were together.
"So you actually have a girlfriend?" Aiku raised a brow, "like she's not just a hookup?"
The thought of you being reduced to something as small and irrelevant as a hookup sent a feeling of rage through the striker's body.
It didn't bother him at all what they said or thought about him, but he didn't play when it came to you. So he grabbed a stray ball and chucked it at Aiku who caught it with an amused expression.
"I see it's someone serious then?" He tossed the ball to the floor then opened the app to see the reposts himself.
Sae, who'd be silently watching the whole thing sighed, "she's definitely real, this demon texts me about her constantly."
Shidou showed one of his creepy smiles, "And yet you don't respond to any of them..."
Sendou scrolled more and then he came across one that was about a one year anniversary and his face dropped into an unreadable expression.
"You mean this dunce has held down a relationship for a year and I can't even get a girlfriend? What's the catch? She's like ugly or something right?"
Shidou laughed and showed him a picture of you that he found to be the most beautiful.
"Aw hell."
I'm feeling so inspired... I've been writing so much recently I hope y'all enjoy
you'll never see it cumming ft. multiple blue lock men
・❥・what "unexpected" kinks do the blue lock men keep to themselves?
ft. sae, rin, kaiser, nagi, reo, isagi
itoshi sae
it's fair play to assume sae is a stone-cold dom who fucks like he plays, precise and efficient and completely without feeling. and whilst that's mostly true nobody sees the validation. the praise kink coming, specifically the way it's directed outward. he doesn't need to hear that he's good. he needs to hear that you are. he wants to watch you come apart while he tells you exactly how well you're taking him, and it's the closest thing to tenderness he lets himself have.
"good girl. just like that. you're doing so well." it comes out low and even, like he's narrating something clinical instead of fucking you senseless, but the words land differently coming from sae. he doesn't say anything he doesn't mean. when he calls you his good girl with his cock buried to the hilt and his thumb pressed flat against your clit, it hits like a reward you've been starving for without knowing it.
sae completely unravels if you run your fingers through his hair during sex. not pulling, not rough. just slow, gentle threading through those pink strands while he's stuffed between your thighs. the first time you did it without thinking, he went still for a full three seconds. then he pressed his face into your neck, hips stuttering and he ended up fucking you harder than he ever had before, without a single word of explanation.
he will never bring it up (god forbid his ego). if you mention it afterward he'll give you the most withering look in existence and leave the room. but the next time you're in bed together, his head will drift toward your hand automatically, like an orbit he can't help.
itoshi rin
rin's whole sex drive is built around eye contact. he cannot get off properly if you're looking away from him. it's not romantic, it's territorial. he wants to watch the exact moment your expression breaks, wants to see you go from composed to absolutely wrecked, wants that evidence pinned to him specifically. he will grip your jaw and tilt your face back toward his if you turn away.
"look at me." not a suggestion. never a suggestion with rin.
rin also has an obsession with your hands. the way they grip the sheets. the way they press against his chest when he's too deep. the way they shake when he's got you too close to the edge to think straight. he watches your hands like they're telling him everything you won't say out loud, and he'll pin them above your head not just to dominate you (that too though), but because he wants them where he can see them. he wants to know what your body is doing to cope with him.
if you scratch down his back he will make a feral sound. low and sharp and involuntary. it surprises him more than it surprises you, and he will absolutely punish you for it by slowing down to an agonising pace until you're begging and crying and promising things you're not sure you can actually deliver.
size fixation goes both ways with rin. he wants to feel how much bigger he is than you, wants to wrap his whole hand around your wrist and feel the overlap, wants to crowd you into a wall and notice how you have to tilt your head back just to see his face. but he also wants you to feel it. wants to hear you say it's too much. wants you gasping you're too big, rin, it's too much, i can't, because something feral in him responds to that confirmation.
"s'too much?" he'll ask, voice calm, jaw tight, hips not stopping. "you'll take it."
michael kaiser
this guy presents as the most obvious dom in any room he enters and that's exactly what he wants you to think. he is loud, he is dramatic, he loves performing power, and it's not a lie, he is dominant, but what you don't clock until you're actually in bed with him is the service kink buried underneath all of it.
he wants to wreck you so thoroughly that you are completely non-functional. that's the goal. your pleasure isn't a vehicle for his ego, it's the actual destination. he will spend 45 minutes between your thighs with his fingers and his mouth, cataloguing exactly what makes you sob, and he will look like he's winning a championship the entire time. chin wet. completely satisfied with himself in a way that has nothing to do with his own orgasm.
"you're close, aren't you, schatz. look at you. so desperate for it." smug as hell. when you finally cum he looks at you like he just scored a hat trick.
kaiser cannot handle silence. he needs noise, specifically your noise. moans, whimpers, broken little syllables of his name, even just the sound of you breathing too hard. if you go quiet while he's fucking you he will take it personally and do something about it immediately, angle differently, press his thumb somewhere devastating, lean down and talk filth directly into your ear just to pull a reaction out of you. silence feels like losing. he refuses to lose.
despite all the ego there's definitely an underlying praise kink. if you call him perfect at the right moment, if you look up at him with glossy eyes and say you feel so good, michael, you're perfect, something in his chest does something embarrassing and his thrusts go from controlled to desperate in about four seconds.
he will immediately do something to reset the power balance. but both of you definitely aint forgetting that.
seishiro nagi
nagi basically functions like a sleeper agent. you'll assume he's lazy in bed because he's lazy everywhere else. ironically bed is one of the few things in life that has managed to hold his genuine attention, and the calculation changes completely.
nagi has a breeding kink. not the performed, dirty-talk version. the quiet, unsettling, completely sincere version where he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and presses himself inside you slow and deep and tells you in that flat, half-asleep voice that you should stay just like this. something about the way he says it makes it clear he's not joking.
he doesn't dirty talk much but when he does it comes out calm and matter-of-fact in a way that is somehow ten times more devastating than if he'd shouted it. "you feel so good. want to stay inside you." said with the same energy as commenting on the weather.
he also has an oral fixation that extends to you specifically. he will put your fingers in his mouth, press his lips to your shoulder, the curve of your neck, the inside of your wrist. not aggressively, not biting hard, just, he likes having something in his mouth, and apparently that's you now. he'll suck lazy marks into your skin while you're trying to have a normal conversation and seem completely unbothered by your reaction.
during sex nagi goes slow and deep rather than fast. he grinds. slowly. absolutely maddening. and he watches your face with those heavy-lidded eyes like he has nowhere else to be and nowhere he'd rather look, and the combination of his total unhurried attention and how full you feel is enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
he will not stop until you've cum at least twice. not out of performance, not out of ego. purely because he finds your orgasms interesting and wants to keep watching them happen.
reo mikage
reo reads as soft and romantic and perfectly gentle, and he is genuinely all of those things, but underneath all the silk and decorum there is something that has been held tightly for too long, and the moment he's in private with someone he trusts, it needs to come loose.
reo responds to being edged like nothing else. if you bring him close and pull back, close and pull back, his composure cracks layer by layer in a way that is almost uncomfortable to witness. by the third time he's crying without meaning to, hands fisted in the sheets, his whole carefully constructed version of himself just gone.
"please." reo begging. reo, who has never needed anything in his material life, saying please with his face wet and his cock flushed and his whole body shaking. it does something irreversible to you.
reo loves scent. not in a strange way, in a completely obsessive territorial way. he wants to smell like you and he wants you to smell like him. he'll pull you against his chest after sex and press his face into your hair and just breathe, and if you're wearing a piece of his clothing he will short-circuit quietly in a way he is absolutely not equipped to put into words.
the caretaking runs both ways. he wants to take care of you, feed you, run your bath, wrap you in something warm. but he also crumbles if you take care of him. if you hold his face in your hands and tell him he's done enough, something that has been held very tightly for a very long time just lets go.
yoichi isagi
isagi's whole energy is earnest and trying-hard and slightly overwhelmed by his own feelings, and that carries into the bedroom in the most endearing and then immediately not-endearing way. he will look at you like you're a puzzle he is devoted to solving, and then solve it very, very thoroughly.
as we all know he has a thigh fixation and nobody quite clocks how specific it gets in practice. he will push your thighs together around his cock before he's even inside you and grind against the pressure with his eyes rolled back, one hand splayed across your hip to keep the angle, and the sounds he makes during this are the most embarrassing thing about him. entirely involuntary. no composure whatsoever.
if you're wearing shorts or a skirt he will lose track of what he was saying mid-sentence. he will put his hand on your thigh during completely non-sexual situations and have to excuse himself from the conversation.
isagi responds to being watched, not in a performative exhibitionist way, but specifically he wants you to watch his face. he wants to know you're paying attention to what he looks like when he lets go. he doesn't understand why this matters to him so much but if you cup his face in your hands while he's fucking you and just look at him, his thrusts go sloppy and his voice goes soft and he sounds genuinely wrecked in a way he never planned for.
"is it… does it feel…" he'll ask, halfway through, needing the verbal confirmation that this is good, that you're here, that he's doing well. that you see him.
and then there's the competitive edge, which ironically isnt that surprising. if he thinks you're not fully undone yet he will take it as a personal challenge. eyes sharp, jaw set, the same expression he gets when he's losing a match and decides he's going to fix it. he will not stop. whatever you need to get there, he is committed.
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it’s a normal day. you’re with your boyfriend, as usual, except he’s acting a little odd. not quite meeting your gaze, dark eyes staring at your lips.
“what’s wrong?” you look up from the ice cream he had offered you a minute ago. “something on my face?”
“yeah,” he murmurs. “i’ll get it for you.”
and you expected him to maybe wipe your cheek with a napkin, or his thumb. anything but for him to lick a drop of melted mint chocolate ice cream off the corner of your lip. you blink as his cold tongue runs over you, sending a shiver down your body.
wait, cold? but he didn’t eat any-
“hey!” you squeak. “what’re you-“
the audacity of him to smirk at you as he tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. flustered, you freeze, unsure of what he’s planning.
and then his lips meet yours and you gasp. the feeling was new: sharp, metallic, and utterly devastating.
he pulls back suddenly, breaking the kiss.
“wha…how?” you stutter. he sticks out his tongue at you. oh. you see it then, the silvery ball in between his tongue. the fucker got a tongue piercing behind your back.
“you like?” your boyfriend grins wide.
instead of answering, you kiss him again.
—ITOSHI RIN, itoshi sae, michael kaiser (bllk), gojo satoru, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, ryomen sukuna (jjk), SASUKE UCHIHA, gaara (naruto), tartaglia, KAZUHA, wriothesley (genshin) + your favs!
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inspired by this clip of ronaldo bc it genuinely cracks me up - cw: fem reader, suggestive
you're no stranger to your boyfriend kaiser showing you off. michael doesn’t generally even like people, let alone love them, so the fact that he’s dating you really is a big deal to him. sure, he’s not the perfect boyfriend. he can be mean and he can come off as somewhat uncaring sometimes, but you know he loves you terribly, utterly and completely. you know it, and his fans know too.
ever since you two went public, his instagram page has been filled to the brim with pictures of you, maybe even to the point of exhaustion. his tough-boy instagram dumps are suddenly softened by candids of you laughing softly, or pictures of you two together. he does it to show you that he loves you, and he chose you, and that fuuuuuck is he proud to date a pretty girl like you.
so his fans have learned to know and love you as he does, and you’ve grown accustomed to their little comments, to that tiny, far presence in your life. after all, it’s michael you really care about. and he’s absolutely nuts about you, even though he tries to act like he doesn’t care. (he’s scared of all the warm, soft feelings he feels for you - but he tries his best.)
this balance has been more or less there for a while now.
that is, until you wake up one morning with your phone absolutely drowning in notifications, people tagging you nonstop. the second you see this, your heart drops, because something really bad must’ve happened.
instead, the comments just look… nice? amused, even?
confused, you gaze at your sleeping boyfriend next to you. he looks like a little angel, those unfairly pretty lashes of his casting a shadow on his cheeks, lips ever so slightly parted as he’s still deep into slumber, his hair all over the place. you almost feel bad for waking him. still, it comes out of your mouth so naturally.
“mihya, what did you do?”
he tosses a bit, stirs half-awake with a groan of protest.
“nothing,”
he mumbles, voice thick with sleep, eyes still closed. his arm wraps around your waist, trying to pull you down, “just come back to sleep, bunny.”
but you don’t. and there it is, that one single video everybody keeps tagging you in. and it’s… just your boyfriend? speaking in an interview?
naturally, you play it. it’s a very short clip, and there he is, your handsome boyfriend sitting with his legs spread and his elbow on the armrest as he talks about the hat trick he scored.
“yeah, yeah,” he nods, “i think i did a great job. of course i did. it felt pretty fucking great.”
“i bet it did,” the interviewer nodded, “what do you think, was it better than sex?”
michael’s brows shoot up in surprise, as if the question has him genuinely taken aback - because it does. it probably seems to him oh so incredibly unthinkable to fathom anything being better than having sex with you. his pretty baby blues widen ever so slightly - nobody but you would probably catch it - and he frowns. then, he shakes his head, that shit-eating grin of his making its way on his face.
“absolutely not. not with my girl, no.” a beat. “my god…”
he sighs, long and hard, and he seems to slip away for a second, as if he’s picturing you in front of him - maybe all sprawled out for him, maybe on your knees, maybe in his lap, who knows - and he smiles. genuinely smiles, as if the thought of you makes him flustered, his tattooed hand coming to cover his mouth.
he mumbles your name once, then shakes his head, fortunately remembering that yes, he is still in the middle of an interview.
the clip ends.
the second it does, you turn to him. you try to look angry, but you actually are kinda flattered and a bit flustered, a light flush staining your cheeks. he’s fully awake now, eyes fluttering open to stare at you, and he gives you a tiny, amused smirk.
“michael kaiser.”
“what? it’s the truth.”
you sigh, shaking your head - except it’s very, very hard to act annoyed when he’s right there next to you, tangled in the sheets like a prince, now finally staring at you. he’s not in the middle of an interview, he doesn’t have to imagine anything. there you are. all his. his big hands reach for you, a softness in his fingertips that’s only reserved for you making you immediately melt when you feel the warmth of his digits graze the skin beneath your shirt.
needless to say, both your phone and your anger are quickly discarded, and michael can confirm once again that what he said in his interview is nothing but the truth.
@yamsfrecklvs ★ ash’s note: okay guys hear me out - before any of you calls the nickname bunny cringe i’ll have you know that ‘hase’ (lit. bunny) is a very popular nickname in german and it’s the only one that doesn’t make my skin crawl ?? i love liebling and schatz but i wanted something different okay?????? k bye
Featuring: Bunny Iglesias : Itoshi Sae : Vivian Hugo : Chris Prince : Michael Kaiser
warning: might be a little ooc, not in Kaisers tho
。Bunny Iglesias :
Absolutely fucking not. Bunny is a Gentleman through and through, he does anything for you and that includes protecting your soul and body from everyone. Your nudes are very, very safe with him. Bunny also sees it as unmanly to leak your girlfriend, in or after the relationship, and since he wants to be the best possible man for you, he actively shames other men for doing it.
。Itoshi Sae :
Sae doesn’t really give a fuck. He likes your body and whenever you send him something, he’s a good boy, jerks off to you, films it with audio and sends it to you. But since Sae doesn’t talk about his life at all, most of his teammates probably don’t even know he has a partner. I just think he genuinely has no big sentiment over nudes. It’s obviously different when it comes to men actively lusting over you. He hates that.
。Vivian Hugo :
He doesn’t, not only because it would ruin his perfect performative nice guy aura, but also because you’re genuinely precious to him. Although Hugo doesn’t show anyone anything, he still talks about you a lot. Well, not specifically you, but more what he does to you. In good old French Fashion. Loki is rarely amused.
。Chris Prince :
Another no. Chris is Husband material through and through and that involves secrecy about your love life. He would never betray you like that to get admiration from other men, when he can easily get that admiration through himself and his body. (Yes, everyone is gay for Chris.) But, he does like to make dirty jokes and tease you in front of others or in interviews, when the reporter asks, “What will you be doing after the game?” “Probably my wife.”
。Michael Kaiser :
Yes, Michael would show everyone everything, especially Ness. He doesn’t give a single fuck about your dignity or you in general, so you really think he wouldn’t go that far to show other men your nudes? He tried to show Isagi your photos once, just to impress him with what he gets to come home to, and Isagi puked. That’s how much of a good boy he is. Michael doesn’t just show your pictures though, since he’s constantly cheating, he shows every picture he gets. That’s what you get when you settle for an ass, little birdie.
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