#ego jinpachi you are one fucked up man

[blue-thief]

HOLY FUCK??? WHAT THE FUCK????? THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY THIS IS LEGAL????????

[pparadiselost]

your noa fanfic drove me crazy there is nothing i wouldn't do for you to write about ego 🧎

actaeon.

ego jinpachi x fem reader ego sets up the perfect trap to make you undeniably his. warning(s): nsfw, noncon, being filmed without consent, exhibitionism minors do not interact. author's note: hello there! thank you so much for sending in a request!! this one... got a little out of hand and gnarly, so if you'd prefer that i write a fic without the dark content, please shoot me another ask and i'll happily write up another fic for you!! (ノ*°▽°*)

ego jinpachi is distinctly aware of who he is as a person, and he’s distinctly aware of the privileges that come with his odd place as the coach of the blue lock project. he’s sworn under some legal masquerade to use his power only for the betterment of soccer’s future, as if anything other than his obsession with the sport flows inside his veins. 

he knows his place as a heretic. he’s an outcast always looking in: the director but never the star, the god but never the devotee, the abyss but never the light. he’s seen the way people distances themselves away from him, be it anri or even veterans like noel. ego is perfectly content playing the role he does. his crazed behavior brings the end, and in his worldview, the ends always justify the means.

but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the unforeseen pleasures that spring up along the thorny path. he’s a free man now, and he has the world at his disposal. fortune favors the bold, but happiness favors the hedons. 

“you’re so sloppy,” he drawls in that condescending voice of his. if it weren’t for the slight edge to it, you would think it sounded robotic. his long cock is buried deep into you as you squirm in his lap, and his long arms hold you flush and captive against his chest. 

you’re faced with the horrifying sight of every single one of ego’s giant monitors lit up, each one displaying you. they’re all relatively innocent moments from your life. you’re eating breakfast in one, scrolling through your phone on the other, paging through a book you picked up in another… things that, creepy as they may be, are candid snapshots of your average life. 

except for the singular monitor facing center stage, seeming to mock you. you watch, stricken with fear, as the video plays a recording of you stuffing your fingers in your cunt, your pussy stretched out unmistakably on display. ego grins devilishly, and he thrusts in rhythm with the video of you masturbating.

“n-no… don’t do this to me-,” you squeak out. you need to clear your mind, need to speak reason into him, need to persuade him to get rid of these clips and to quit using all the cameras in the building for ill, and yet with his cock sliding in and out of you, it’s impossible for you to get any of your priorities straight. “d-don’t thrust into me like that-!”

“but you like it. you like it when i fuck you to a video of you getting off,” he giggles. you don’t need to be looking at him to envision the crazed gleam he’s bound to have in his eyes. you hate how much your pussy flutters and stretches around his cock, your juices making you gush every time you sink back down onto his lap. 

his hands tweak at your nipples, and he pinches your hardened buds in rhythm with the video. every time your fingertips swirl at your sticky clit, he moves his hands accordingly. pleasure courses in hot flashes across your vision and your cunt, and your hips move lewdly on your own, against your better judgment. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” he chuckles behind you. his voice sounds high-pitched and crazed, like he’s a schoolboy going crazy over a scrap of attention from his crush. you should be disgusted, you should be scared, and yet with each inch of his long cock that pushes in and out of your squeezing pussy, your mind threatens to go dangerously blank. 

you shake your head weakly. sparks of heat and pleasure light up inside your brain. the dull stretch inside of your walls has your stomach doing backflips, his cockhead prodding deliciously at all of your deepest parts. “no- not you- you can’t do anything to me-”

he clicks his tongue, and when your head slumps against your chest, trying to retain your sanity by looking away from all the lewd videos of you he’s hoarded, he hisses as if you’ve scorned him. he grabs your face harshly, long and calloused fingers digging into the flesh of your face and neck, and he wrenches your eyes upwards so that you can’t look away from the screen. 

you hate it. your vision blurs when tears glaze over your eyes, but that can’t save you from the video. your legs are spread shamelessly open, your drenched pussy fully out on view as you toy with yourself. your face is twisted into a clear moan, lips parted as you gasp and cry out in pleasure, fingers buried deep inside of your cunt. your juices drool generously out of your clenching hole, and your thighs quiver uncontrollably as you masturbate.

“see? i have all of this and more,” ego murmurs. the glee in his tone is unmistakable. “i know how you like to touch yourself, how you like to be fucked. it’s cute that you think you can hide anything from me. you’re more feisty than you let on, aren’t you?”

he thrusts harshly up into you, his heavy balls slapping up against your clit. you barely bite back a strangled cry, electric sparks springing up inside of your chest. something tight pulls at your core, heat swirling like a slow whirlpool. you grit your teeth, and your breathing grows shallows. the friction of his cock rubbing into your gummy walls feels sinfully good, and his almost inhuman length makes it ridiculously easy for his tip to ghost over all of your sensitive parts.

it’s a lethal combination. his dick is just as long and tall as the rest of him is, not too thick but so long and enough to fill you up perfectly. each pump of his cock into you has you seeing stars, your nerves twitching and collapsing under the mounting pressure inside of your pussy. maybe it’s that, but maybe it’s also all the time he’s spent in the shadows, learning every inch of your body through the illicit videos and streams he’s collected of you, memorizing every quirk, every kink you have, making sure he knows by heart the best way to get you to crumble under his touch.

he was a feral beast that had been lying in wait, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. all you needed to do was to let your guard down for a split second, and he took full advantage of it to expose every single one of your weaknesses.

“don’t your worry. i’ll prove to you that i mean everything i say. there’s nothing i hate more than someone that can’t live up to their bragging. results… results are the only things that matter in this world—,” his sick laughter snaps you back out of your grief, “—even if that means making you cum until you’re a fucked out mess.”

he grips at your thighs, spreading your legs open a bit further in his lap so he can fuck his cock even deeper into you. your head feels heavy, a loaded scream locked in your throat when his tip starts fucking into your deep spots. you swear he’s hitting at your cervix, his cockhead trying to pry the entrance to your womb open so he can defile you thoroughly. you wouldn’t put it past him; ego was never the kind of guy to be satisfied with only doing the job halfway. it was always all or nothing with him.

pleasure consumes you from the inside out, his length stretching you out obscenely. your tight walls were massaging him so expertly, and ego can almost delude himself into believing that your cunt was made just to fit around his dick. you were made for him, made to be his perfect mate, and all the times he spent pleasuring himself to the illicit videos he took of you couldn’t even come close to actually getting his paws all over you.

“right here, isn’t it?” he thrusts up harshly into you, and you jerk back against his chest when heat slams down onto your skin. he’s abusing your g-spot, relentlessly bullying your sweet spots. helpess cries escape from you unwillingly as he fucks into you at his pace, his thrusts too sharp and too quick for you to relax into it, but your brain eagerly soaks up the friction. your cunt is begging for cock, wanting the addictive feeling of being filled up disrespectfully like you were just some loose toy, keeping you at constant odds with your shattered rationale. 

ego giggles in your ear, and you know his words are right. he does genuinely have you struggling futilely in the palm of his hand. you’re overwhelmed by all of the sensations around you: the haunting image of your fingers stuffed in your pussy flickering behind your eyes like a mocking vision. your hole was unknowingly milking him over and over, the shame and embarrassment of having to watch yourself fingering yourself while getting fucked making your pussy fall victim to all of the confusing pleasures.

“i can feel you getting tighter and tighter. i’m making you feel good,” he mocks you. his hands keep squeezing at your boobs, mesmerized by the soft flesh of your chest. his balls slap up against your skin, just waiting to spill his seed into your pussy and make you his forever. he sounds so pleased with himself. “you love to act like you’re all high and mighty, but we’re the same, you and i. it’s why i think you’re perfect for me. you’re just as dirty, just as much of a freak, and it’s my job to make sure you know that.”

tightness flares in your gut as if it’s mocking you. you don’t want to cum, don’t want to break that final boundary, don’t want to admit to yourself that you’re fully getting off of being manhandled and disgraced like this. but your body was never yours this entire time, and whatever madness possesses you right now only cares about the long dick sliding in and out of you.

“are you gonna cum? you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? filthy girl.” he twists your nipples harshly as if to emphasize his last few words. you feel so heavy and so weak all at once, broken down bit by bit and torn apart like a sheet of paper. how could you even dream of fighting back? you grit your teeth, not wanting to think about the frothy ring of ivory forming at the base of his cock, where your entrance is enticingly stretched out. “cumming from having a guy like me defile you… cumming from getting fucked while i play a video of you playing with yourself… filthy, filthy girl.”

tears had dotted over your vision a long time ago, and this was already a battle for you to lose the moment you got roped into his trap. your pride grips at your mind one last time, and you flex your thighs, wishing yourself the strength to forgive yourself when the worst of this would be over. even if intuitively, you knew that this was nothing more than the beginning to a wretched, wicked fall from grace, you wanted to take what little your remaining sanity could afford you.

you muster up the firmest voice you can. “you’re the absolute worst- you’re the scummiest man i know!”the lanky man simply laughs again, unaffected by your hurled insults. “oh, please. you’re just too predictable? you think i don’t know that? you think i wouldn’t consider myself scummy and awful after i’ve filmed you for so long in secret? what a stupid whore you are. it’s a good thing you have that pretty body of yours. otherwise, you’d really be nothing more than an unsalvageable excuse for a human being. naïve, gullible, all too easy for me to take advantage of…”

he pauses for a moment, and he leans in. horror settles in your psyche again when you can feel his hot breath fanning over the curve of your ear, and he presses a sickeningly gentle kiss right behind your ear. 

“and if i’m the scummy one,” he murmurs contemplatively, “what does that make you? you’re the one getting off on it. you say you’re not, but your body doesn’t lie to me. i can feel every little fucking thing that slutty pussy of yours is doing whenever i fuck myself into you.”

your stomach twists, painfully and needily, and your legs shake as his cockhead keeps ramming into your sweet spot. his tip bullies you right where you like it most, and your vision glazes over, threatening to go hazy and leave you at the mercy of this terrible man. you’re gonna cum—you can feel it. you can feel the heat building up inside of your core, the depraved tension just about to break.

you clench your eyes shut and brace yourself. your walls are greedily sucking onto his length, the wet noises of your bodies coming together echoing across the room. your toes curl as the pleasure overtakes your mind, and it feels like a second pulse is forming in your cunt, your body no longer willing to listen to you.

you grit your teeth and throw your head back against ego’s shoulder, much to his delight. “...nngh-!”

your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking him with all it has. it feels like something deep inside your stomach is exploding, and heat grips you all over. your nerves all feel as if they’ve been lit on fire. pleasure floods your brain as your pussy quivers and throbs. you hate that it feels good, a pleasure so blinding that your vision spins and it feels like you’re losing your center of gravity. any lingering strength escapes from your body as you shamelessly orgasm all over the cock that’s stuffed deep inside you, your walls fluttering all around his length and drooling around it as if it's the most delicious thing your cunt has felt. 

even as your high consumes you entirely, ego continues to fuck his hips upwards into you, threatening to break your body in half over his dick. you let out an incoherent cry, thrashing weakly against his frame. “n-nooo… d-don’t…!”

he laughs, his voice raspy and evil. “you came, didn’t you? don’t fucking lie to me. i told you i can feel everything, can’t i? that pretty little pussy of yours came from getting fucked by my cock. and to think you were going on and on about how you hated me that much… you’re not above getting dicked down, are you now? that’s what i thought… you really do look the prettiest when you’ve been fucked out like this.”

you don’t even have it in yourself to fight back against him. his cock weighs heavy inside of you, still thrusting rapidly into you despite the overstimulation that starts to claw at your weary insides. it’s too much; he’s moving too much at his own peace without any consideration as to whether or not you can fully keep up. but you don’t have any remaining fight to do anything to defend yourself, and it’s all you can do to even keep your head upright as he pistons his hips into you as if you’re his personal sex toy.

he twitches dangerously inside you, savoring the newfound tightness of your walls from fucking you straight through your orgasm. you’re sobbing softly, unable to form full thoughts and just crying out, praying that this whole thing will stop soon so you can tend to whatever remnants of your shattered psyche you can salvage. he’s close too: you can feel the way his cock throbs and shudders inside of you as he drags his inches in and out, the way his balls tense up against the curve of your ass, his ragged breathing and his muttered threats of stuffing your cunt up so full with his cum that not even contraception can save you from being marked inside and out by him.

you brace yourself. it should be over once he’s done having his fun with you.

but instead, he pauses. you peel your eyelids open at the sudden stop, and you gasp when he leans forward in the seat he has you trapped in between. he’s still buried deep inside you, his cockhead pressed up dangerously against the entrance to your womb, but he reaches for the controls of his monitor.

you know better than to think he has anything good in mind by reaching for his technology. but ego is faster, smarter, in all ways better at thinking a step ahead of you, and after pressing a button, he quickly traps you in between his long limbs to keep you from moving. you whimper pathetically, your legs spread out to reveal your stretched out cunt being continuously speared on his dick.

“shhhh,” he chuckles, the maniacal gleam in his eyes twinkling with an unmatched madness. horror swirls again inside of your gut when you hear the mechanic whirring of a camera, and your fears are confirmed when the giant camera lens atop his many desktop monitors swings towards the two of you, seemingly focusing straight onto your fucked out, restrained form, getting fucked out helpessly like some scene straight out of a porno.

in another move of faux affection, he kisses the shell of your ear. “letting you get off with only getting creampied is too predictable, don’t you agree? just you wait, my filthy girl… in a few seconds, that camera is going to display everything we’re doing to the entire facility… those hungry, hungry boys are going to see you bouncing up and down on my cock, and they’re going to see every second of me filling up that little hole of yours with my cum.”

you don’t want to accept this ridiculous truth. this has to be a bad dream, a manifestation of your nightmares that you just can’t wake up from, and yet the painful aches at your thighs and inside your pussy tell you otherwise. this is the reality you’re trapped in, and you can’t run away from it.

“you’ll be all mine forever,” ego whispers as the cameras buzz to life, sealing your fate entirely. “i just have to make sure the entire world knows it.”

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[tojjist]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 - 𝗝. 𝗘𝗴𝗼

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

“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…”

[ramu-ego]

I hope the requests are open, if not ignore..

But hear me out!!

The boys as tiddie suckers ??? I just know some of them would non stop.😭

and have a wonderful day, sweetie. I love your work so much ! <3

(nsfw) TIDDY BOYS :: xfemdom!Reader

can confirm yes yes yes we have some tiddy obsessed men here ♡ -askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, nursging/nipple play/etc, sexual content, subbier content in Ego's, unedited word count: sloppy headcanons character(s): Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Ego Jinpachi, Kenyu Yukimiya, Nagi Seishiro

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

one word; OBSESSED

your tits are the reason for breathing as far as he's concerned and Isagi has no problem reminding you of that daily if not hourly - schedules permitting

size doesn't matter he's a nipple man anyways

hours can be lost to them which he happily relinquishes his free time to worship your chest

squeezing, groping and licking every inch of your tiddy while he lays on his tummy kicking his feet like a happy little school girl

adores your nipples

cannot stress this enough your nipples are where he'll wrap his lips around them for hours on end

nursing, licking and the occasional bite (nothing a thump to the head won't fix)

pretty sure his mother weened him too early with how hard he'll go with his nursing kink

swears nothing in the world turns him on like your tits and it's true

9times out of 10 he's rutting into the bed mindlessly while he's nursing only to end up in a gooey puddle of his own cum from simply nursing on your tits while you play with his hair

sucking on your tits while he's inside you expect Isagi to loose his mind like a good boy

shy tit sucker

not because he sees anything wrong with it, just, shy about how much he wants to do it

your tits are constantly on his mind which frankly is unacceptable but the only remedy for his plagued thoughts?

that's right, planting himself face first in your boobs!

100% stress reliever for him but he's too dense to connect the dots and often times thinks his obsession with your tits is a vice

a vice that he inevitably gives into almost daily but it's cute to watch his internal struggle the second you walk around barless/shirtless

stares all the time it's so obvious

will blatantly tell you he's not looking at them only to come over five minutes later and put his face in them

the fattiest part of your tit is his favorite

loves the mouth feel of it and sometimes you have to remind him to explore other parts of your tit instead of just sucking on the squishiest part like a dumb calf

pls why is he this smart yet so obtuse sometimes

once he finds your nipples it's game over his lips aren't going anywhere but your clothes sure are

they're there for him to look at and touch all he wants so why would he ever invest in something as dumb as stress balls

nothing compares to his fingers diligently dimpling the fat of your breast while he massages them mindlessly going about his work

extremely handsy and perhaps a little possessive

your tits are his favorite thing and Ego sees no qualms in making the most of his love for them of course

and with fingers like that who would complain

plucking at your nipples, rolling them between his fingers until your squirming and then just pulling you back into his lap to reaffirm you can get up when he's done

Ego wanted a bigger office chair so he could accommodate you sitting in his lap and damn well he's going to get that bigger office chair for exactly that

if it's been an extra stressful day full of idiots expect his mouth to be preoccupied by what he explains is the best stress relief right under fucking

sucking on your tits of course!

mouthful, face buried in your tit for as long as he wants with a tongue as dexterous and attentive as his fingers; Ego's going to be down here a while so might as well get comfortable

bonus his hair is super soft and pettable so don't forget to pet him like a good boy

another shy tiddy sucker

but he's not as forward with his vice as say some other strikers

he's thinking about your tits 24/7

but who can blame him when they just feel so good in his hands and Kenyu couldn't live another day without the thought of getting his mouth on you

it's cute though, when he tries to control his little impulses

tries so hard but mommy knows best for a reason

the second you brush up against him Kenyu is struggling to keep his composure without making a fool of himself

but his foolish side is so cute!

take it upon yourself to force his face into your tits and watch him give into his greedy little needs like a true egoist

loves loves loves to feel them against his face

laying on your chest, nuzzling and the occasional motorboat when he gets a little excited, he just can't help it they're so warm and soft!

different levels of neediness with this one

sometimes rubbing his cheek against you while you pet his hair and hold him is more than enough

other times Kenyu won't be interrupted by even the end of the world if his lips finally find their home around your nipple

he's not very shy after you extend the invitation to let him play with your tits and good luck getting him off before he's had his fill

default nursing kink

default mommy kink

these are his factory standard settings and there is no getting rid of them

Nagi sees no issue with using your tits as his gaming pillow or even a reason why it might be inconvenient to have him sucking on them while also trying to play videogames

spoiler he drools at this angle....a lot

an obscene amount of nonsexual touching is just a given with him

hand down the shirt groping to find your tit until he's got his hands on it

then it's like an almost full body sigh like he's got his security blanket

yes you should just buy that extra large shirt bc all 6'2" of him is going to attempt to crawl into it to be closer

has a favorite boob, it's your left one, because it's closest to your heart

and yes he thinks this is just top tier romantic to love the boob above your heart

expect him to fall asleep with boob in his mouth, to sleep with boob in his hand and as just a general rule have some form of contact with your boobs whenever possible

and yes...Reo knows how obsessed with your boobs Nagi is

no thanks to Nagi

[ph4ngz]

Can I request how ego fucks??

I have a feeling he’s whipped for the reader and super obsessed so he gets pussy drunk easily

*GASP* YES ANON OMG EGO IS MY FAV

(I hope you don't mind, but I thought about this loads and I came to the conclusion that this is probably how he fucks... as much as I love to imagine he'd be whipped, I wanna do these totally realistic yk?)

Ego Jinpachi fucks you with stubborn dismissal. You know how the guy is, utterly infatuated with soccer and alllll it's entails. How can he ever have time for something as unnecessary as sex when there's already so much on his football themed plate? Well, those are his words. "Can't you see I'm busy? I dont have time for anything... libertine, if you will." he'll mumble all tired and googly-eyed with you in his lap, a slender hand coming to gently push your head to the side so he can continue assessing his unpolished gems through a screen. You'll never take any notice of those words as your fingers pop each button of his shirt, so tantalisingly slow that you wonder if he'll ever let you see his growing impatience. If there's one thing the man hates, it's waiting for longer than he should. But no, he'll remain silent no matter how bad it irks him.

You'll eventually have his pants dragged halfway down his bouncing legs, not yet having heard a single word of protest against your sensual touch traversing the expanse of his chest, nor the feeling of your hot cunt squeezing the length of his dick. Oh, which will always be rock hard for your blissful treatment. Even when his breathing is heavy, even when his length is jolting inside of you, even when his long arms snake around your waist to keep himself grounded... he will not admit to his own pleasure, doesn't matter the circumstances. "Go... nngh... away..." he'll push you aside again, not meaning anything by it, whilst you relentlessly bounce up and down with a knowing smile.

You'll know exactly when he's close to cumming, because he starts to lose control of the way his body reacts to you. You can go as far as asking him directly if he's close, he'll just shrug you off. Lips forming an O shape and twitchy fingers continuously pressing backspace to delete all the countless misspellings you've just caused him in an email. And when he does cum, he loves hates it. "Shut up, shut up, shut. up." as he's trying so hard not to hump into you like a fucking animal, picturing the shit-eating grin that's probably plastered on your face.

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[blossom-works]

Opposites Attract

A/N: I have no knowledge about technology & engineering so don’t come at me internet...😐

Who would have thought that Ego Jinpachi’s cousin is the secret lover of the world’s best striker, Noel Noa? Certainly not Chris Prince. Or anyone in the Blue Lock as a matter of fact. And the cherry on top is that you, Noel’s fiancé and Ego’s cousin, are responsible for building this state-of-the-art facility. You are a tech geek and was able to geek out at the request of your cousin. Since Blue Lock began, you have been behind the scenes to make sure everything is running smoothly. No one but your cousin, Anri, and the money grubbing fucks of the JFU knew about you. Now, a large group of footballers know about you since someone decided to mess with your technology. 

“Honestly! How did you manage to pull out multiple fuses! And how did you get into the control center?!”

Chris Prince scratches the back of his head in semi-shame. “I got curious and wanted to know what does what.”

“That doesn’t explain why you’re here!”

In frustration, you try to reconnect the different fuses to the appropriate ports, but it seems that when Chris pulled them out, he damaged the chords attached to them. How that is possible, you do not know. Your phone starts buzzing from the back pocket of your pants. Answering, you hear your cousin, Ego, on the other side. Demanding to know what you did wrong. 

“I didn’t do anything, dipshit! - One of your genius masters decided it would be a good idea to pull out multiple fuses. - Chris Prince. - I don’t know how he managed to do that! - Well he isn’t that smart if he pulled them out because he was just curious. - The fuses he pulled out powered Blue Lock Man and other training material. - Yes, that means advanced training will be out of the question. - Maybe two days? Three max. - That’s your job to figure out! - Oh shut up and stop complaining, dumbass.” You hang up the call with a huff and gather the broken fuses to properly dispose of them. When you turn around, you are surprised and annoyed that the Englishman is still standing there. 

“What are you still doing here?”

“Uhh...are you single?”

His question catches you off guard which makes you drop one of your poor babies. Dumbfounded, you ask the striker to clarify. 

“Are you taken?”

Now, you are a bit more ticked off than you already were. You put the fuses to the side, and place your fists on your hips. “Let me get this straight, you come into my command center and play with creations because self-control is obviously nowhere in your vocabulary. All of which forces me to rearrange my already busy schedule, and you have the audacity to hit on me? Did I miss anything number two?”

Chris looks at you for a few seconds before he proudly responds “Nope!” with a flashy smile.

Exasperated, you point to the automatic door (which you will have to rethink). “I’m already engaged. Now get out.” 

Instead of obeying like a good boy, Chris tries to use his charms on you. 

“C’mon, I bet your fiancé isn’t that great. Compared to me at least.” He winks. 

“I would have to say otherwise. Compared to you, he is great.” And before Prince can say anything else, you push him out the door and lock it before anyone else can bother you. Once in peace, you make a couple of calls to order more fuses and to hire a team to help you further develop Blue Lock’s technology. Engrossed in your work, you do not hear someone knocking on your door. It takes one loud knock to bring you back to reality. Jumping out of your chair you unlock the metal door. 

“Ego m'a dit que l'entraînement ne serait pas possible dans les prochains jours.“ Noel asks. He has on his usual tracksuit and has a cup of freshly made coffee in his hand. Ego told me that training would not be possible in the next few days.

Since basically everyone got a translating earpiece, you chose to answer him in your native tongue. When the Neo-Egoist Phase began, you partnered with the Mikage Corporation to advance their earpiece. While the device cannot translate all languages, it can translate a good handful when preprogrammed. Though, you are not sold on the idea of talking to intergalactic beings.  

“Basically. The world’s second best striker and the world’s first dumbass messed with my technology. All of which powered the Blue Lock Man and amongst other things. You guys can still train the o’fashion way and the kids can still workout, but advanced training is off the table.”

“I see. How long until the system is up and running?”

“Three days max.”

Noel nods and hands you the cup of hot caffeine. You take the Blue Lock mug and silently thank him. You take one sip and plant the mug on a surface away from the monitors. Like he expected it, Noel catches you when you quickly jump on top of him and nuzzle your nose against his cheek. 

“But I missed you! I haven’t seen you since you first got to Blue Lock!” You complain like a child. 

“You saw me this morning, and the mornings before.”

“So! We haven’t spent any time together though.” You move your face slightly away from Noel’s so he can see your puppy dog eyes and pout. The Frenchman sighs like he is tired of your antics, but you know better. If he was truly tired of your childishness, he would have put you down but Noel has yet to do that. Instead, Noel keeps his hands under your thighs to hold you up. A small sign of his that lets you know he misses you too. Childish antics and all. 

“You can’t just leave your fiancé hanging around like this! Having me wait around to get some well-deserved attention is just cruel!”

Noel says nothing as you hop off him and drag him to sit in your chair so you can sit on his lap. Sticking to your silly behavior, you pepper Noel’s face with kisses like the lovesick woman you are. You take his face in your hands and plant a big kiss on his sightly chapped lips. Immediately the Frenchman reciprocates the kiss. Another way he silently admits that he misses you too. Happy that you are getting the attention you have been craving, you pull back a bit to see the thin strand of saliva break. Letting out happy squeals, you nuzzle your face against Noel’s while wiggling your body like an excited puppy. The striker lets you have your fill of him (not like that you rotten minds) before he goes back to the Germany part of the building. 

Of course, he does not leave the control center without paying a kiss(es) fee. Noel leaves planning a new training schedule and you stay in your little nook happy as a schoolgirl who got the number of her longtime crush. Honestly, it never ceases to amaze you how a cyborg like Noel Noa lets you get away with acting like a child. Looks like being his significant other has its perks. 

Three Days Later:

Clapping yours hands, you quadruple check your handy-work. (No) Thanks to Chris Prince, you had to install the fuses inside their own boxes so no one can take them out again. You also installed a lock to the control center. People can only enter when they have the passcode. Updates have also been installed into Blue Lock tech so the club masters can get more creative with training. Now all you have to do is make sure that each club is running smoothly with the new installments. One by one go through each building for thorough check-ups, and secretly cheering on the Blue Lockers. Since you saved the best for last, you skidded on your way to Germany’s Bastard Munchens. 

But, all good things must come to an end. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Ms. Tech.”

“Dear god, what do you want Prince?”

“I want to know who your loser of a fiancé is.”

Feeling a little smug, you decide it is best to give the Englishman what he wants. 

“If it’ll get you to leave me alone, then so be it. I’m on my way to meet him anyway.”

For some reason, pride makes Chris puff out his chest like Superman as he follows behind you. He is even walking like he is some sort of a hero. How amusing. With the tablet in your hands, you go through the new data it has been collecting. Since Ego is the man in charge here, you need to compile a report of the new tech you installed, and the cost. If it was still the first phase of Blue Lock, the amount of money used to create the program would be equivalent to how much debt the United States is (that is a bit exaggerated but you get the picture). Now that you guys have sponsors and BL TV, money is streaming in like cryptocurrency. 

“Hey, isn’t this the way to-”

“Noel!”

Said man turns around only to be tackled by a woman half his size. Thank goodness for his physicality or else you both would have fallen onto the ground. Like you always do, you nuzzle the side of his face with your nose. 

“What are you doing here? We’re in the middle of practice.”

“Oh, I came to check on how the new update is fairing. Just following routine to make sure things are going smoothly.” You say as you get off the man. The commotion gets the players’ attention. Too busy showing Noel what is on the tablet, you do not realize that Noel give his players a glare. Telling them to get back to training like their lives depend on it. 

“Prince? What are you doing here?”

“So, I’m finally acknowledged by the great Noel Noa.” Chris sarcastically says. “If you must know, this little lady is taking me to meet her third-grade fiancé. But I guess she’s going to finish her work beforehand. Now hurry up so she can see how much better I am than whoever she’s engaged to.”

The albino raises a brow before uncharacteristically scoffing and goes back to ignoring the world’s second best striker. 

“What? You know, you think you’re all high and mighty but you’re not.” The petty Prince states. He only aggravates himself further as he starts a one sided argument with Noel. Meanwhile, you busy yourself with examining how the players are using the new and updated tech. 

“Excuse me, but who are you?”

“Ah, Yoichi Isagi. I’m just here to make sure that everything is running smoothly so I can give a report to Ego. Don’t worry, I won’t get in your team’s way.” Before you can explain more, you notice a small tweak in the Blue Lock Man which prompts you to halt practice. You got a few hisses and groans but ignored them all. Out of thin air, you take out a couple of screws, a small hard drive, and a screwdriver. 

Taking a panel off the wall, you plug in the hard drive and start typing away on your tablet. One of the players tries to ask you what you are doing and how long you plan on being here, to which you just hold up a finger, telling the player to wait. A couple more clicks and you are happy with your work. Pulling the hard drive out and putting the panel back on the wall, you tell Bastard Munchen “Alrighty! There shouldn’t be anymore issues for you guys.”

“But...there wasn’t any problem to begin with...”

“Ah ah.” You wave your finger in a “no-no” motion. “It was only for a split second but the Blue Lock Man you were using had a glitch to it. It wasn’t noticeable to the untrained eyes, but since my more than qualified eyes caught it, I had to fix it right away. If I left the Blue Lock Man as he was, then future problems with it would arise. Prohibiting further training.”

Most of the team looks at you in awe at your explanation (mainly the Blue Lockers). 

“Woah! Are you some tech guru?”

“Have you been working here this entire time?”

“How old are you?”

More and more questions are being bombarded towards you. Smiling at their curiosity, you answer some of their questions. You bow to them in a formal greeting. 

“I’m an employee here at Blue Lock. I’ve been working here since the very beginning. In fact, I’m the person who created and designed this entire facility. From the infrastructure to the technology, that was all me.”

Like Gru’s minion, they all let out a “Woah”. You should have known that your introduction would only lead to more questions. Thankfully, Kaiser comes to your rescue. Albeit, rudely. 

“Hurry up and get into formation. There’s no need for a maintenance worker to overstay their welcome. Now leave. You’re becoming a pest.”

A little ticked by the boy’s attitude, you put on a polite smile. “I thinks that’s best too. Afterall, the main actor needs to keep practicing or else he’ll always have to rely on his co-stars to make up for his shortcomings.” Your patronizing tone and pleasant smile pisses Kaiser off and before he can say anything more, you walk away, bumping the teen with your shoulder on “accident”. You spot your fiancé antagonizing the Frenchman with his dry humor. 

“I’m done with my inspection!” You cry out as you jump on Noel’s back to perform your ritual of nuzzling. “I wish I could stay longer but Ego would have my head if I’m late with my report.”

“I thought you were on your way to see your fiancé. Wait a minute, did you just make up a lie cause you’re too shy to go on a date with me?” Chris asks while raising both his blonde brows. 

Still on Noel, you blink confused for a quick second. “Oh, I wasn’t lying. If I’m being 100 percent honest, you’ve already met my fiancé but didn’t know it’s him.  You still haven’t found out who he is even though I’ve made it clear about three times now. And this ring doesn’t lie.”

Three.

Two. 

One.

Now that Prince has caught on to your behavior he blurts out incoherent sentences, pointing at you and Noel. Happy with how things are turning out, you get off Noel’s back and pull him down so you can kiss his cheek. 

“I’ll see ya, cher!” and you are off to Ego’s cave of egoism. All the while leaving behind a stuttering Chris Prince, a shocked Bastard Munchen (who have been watching the whole thing play out), and an unbothered Noel Noa. Dear.

When you pop into Ego’s cave, you give him all of the data you have collected and what he and the masters should be looking out for. 

“Alright. You can leave now.”

“Awe! Don’t be like that cuz! I did all this work and rearranged my schedule for the next two weeks. You should at least thank me.” You pout. 

“You’re getting paid are you not?”

“But that’s not the same ~ C’mon! Give your little cousin a hug! You haven’t even congratulated me on my engagement to Noel!” You open your arms out and slowly get closer to Ego. You are determined to get your hug from him whether he likes it or not.

“Another step and I’ll fire you.” Ego warns. Seriously, how the fuck are you two related. He swears that you are adopted cause there is no way in hell. 

“Oh, shut up and hug me you bastard!” And that is how you and Ego end up running around in the room like small children. An older brother who is trying to get away from his annoying and unwanted younger sister. A younger sister purposefully annoying her straightedged, older brother. A perfect duo if you say so. In the midst of your chase, one of you accidentally presses the button for the intercom that connects to the entire building, prompting everyone in it to listen to your pleas and Ego’s cursing. 

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Ego and that chick are related!”

“Are they okay?”

Are some of the few questions the players have until they hear, “Aren’t you excited to have Noel as an in-law?”

Noel swears on his entire career that the whole building shakes when everyone yells, “What?!”

A/N: How’d ya like my Noel Noa story? I wrote for him cause there’s not a lot fanfiction of him. For my readers who have been patiently waiting for another Kylian Mbappe story, I haven’t forgotten about you! I can’t say when the update will be, but I hope it’ll be before September ends. I know it is a long wait but the story I’m working on is longer than I anticipated. 

[unfilteredcurse]

100% agree on the entire tekken fandom being so fucking weird with jin kazama smh (especially fucking reddit, twitter, and the youtube comments section which is why i rarely look up tekken content on those sites in particular). that would be like if you were a star wars fan and you can't even enjoy luke skywalker without someone talking about how "luke tried to kill his own nephew yet he forgave his father, he is a hypocrite and a bad hero you're a bad person if you like luke". just like luke in star wars the last jedi, jin was ooc as fuck in tekken 6. even the writers themselves admitted they didn't want to do this, it only happened because of harada and they got so much backlash for that character assassination back when tekken 6 was first released. so why...why for over 10 years do i have to constantly see so many unfunny repetitive jokes, hate, and slander about jin kazama. why is the only thing i see when i look up jin is "ww3" for the billionth time. why did i have to see people making customizations of jin dressing up like h*tler, p*tin, and fucking s*suke uchiha. why do i have to see fucked up fan fiction of kazuya, miguel, or fucking s*suke uchiha raping and torturing jin kazama to "punish him for his war crimes and also because he never suffered what kazuya/miguel/s*suke suffered from". i'm also so sick and tired of seeing fucking s*suke uchiha stans and r/Tekken daring to comparing my boy jin kazama to that stupid uchiha from naruto who is a misogynistic egotistical narcissistic irredeemable skinny femboy twink asshole. jin would never try to kill xiaoyu multiple times, unlike s*suke who tried to kill two women who admired him. jin has no ego unlike that ego obssessed jerk s*suke. jin is actually handsome and hot, he's a muscular toned man and not just anohter generic femboy twink. jin was never cruel to either her or hwoarang. if anything jin was always more like itachi uchiha, jin always said "forgive me" to his opponents and his motivation, both jin and itachi have the whole black feather aesthetic, both jin and itachi hate their own bloodline, and jin's goal is to kill/stop his own bloodline for the greater good just like itachi. jin would fucking choke and then brutally murder s*suke for what he did to both team 7 and team taka. damn it harada, why didn't you just retcon it like how you retconned kazumi having the devil gene but not jinpachi. why didn't they just say that jin kazama was brainwashed by azazel or something. sometimes i can't help but think about an alternative timeline where tekken 6 scenario campaign never happened, jin was still loved and the side characters (ex. Asuka and Paul) were not made irrelevant joke characters and had something to do.

forgive me if i got a bit too extreme here, but i...i...i just had to let out my emotions now. jin has always been important to me, he's my childhood crush and also one of my biggest comfort characters (along with mitsuru from persona 3 and kiryu from yakuza). which is also why i'm so glad i found posts like these, my feelings feel validated.

Oh believe me, I feel ya, anon. I guess this is just what they call the pain of loving a cursed character doomed by both the fandom and the narrative... but in the end, we all know what's actually beneath all that and that there is much more than meets the eye to Jin (and other characters too).

Also, comparing Jin to fucking P*tin and H*tler is.... something entirely else and I am honestly terrified of those people if their reading comprehension leads them to these comparisons. I just-

You don't know how much patience I have to build up to (sort of) stay in the fandom with all these "jokes" still running around kn freaking 2024. I wanna say that I sincerely hope it will get better, but seeing the overall state of the fandom now and 5-10 ywars ago... I kind if doubt it will get better any time soon.

[harmlesspotato20]

BLLK | Ego Jinpachi - the man you made.

❝┋ ego jinpachi x levi! reader

Anri was so surprised , shocked , aghast , amazed , astonished stunned, horrified , you say it when she found out the vector looks slender man has a wife. After first she thought he Ego was fooling her for April fools but surprise , surprise! it's not even April.

Anri was like : Him? This guy? This fucking emo had a wife? that too soo beautiful. Jinpachi Ego was watching the soccer clips when Ari came in to see him room all dark and few cups of noodles lying around.

She sighed knowing how this guy was and was concerned for his health. That's when she saw Ego eating food , a homemade food - not junk with rainbow and stars around him , happily. Well not that his expression read but his aura tells otherwise. 

So naturally she assumed Ego bought it from a good restaurant due to it's good smell that even made her hungry. "When did you go out and buy it?" she asked , hands on her hip. She wasn't angry. She was at least relaxed that he ate other than cup noodles.

"My wifey gave it." Ego let him tongue slip. Well not that he cared. He was busy enjoying his dear food. That's when the red haired girl heard the door swing open as she looked back to see a short yet beautiful woman.

"Oh.. good morning darling." Ego calmly greeted despite the mess in his room. 

Almost at the height of 5'2 or '3 , with your resting bitch face , you made your way towards your husband and gave him your tea. You made him tea everyday. and Ego never denied it. He loved it. When you ask him how's it he would reply like, "acceptable." making you mad.

"Don't 'good morning' me Jin, I swear to god , four eyes , if you don't help me clean after this , I'm throwing football on your face." your cold voice said as you placed two tea on his desk and swiped out under the table with your finger.

"Tsk , look at the dust!" you showed him your finger. "Oh.." He looked you straight in the eyes under his glasses and turned around like nothing happened. "Agh.." you started tying your hair to clean the room when Ego interrupted you.

"Don't stress yourself darling , Anri-chan will clean it." Ego nonchalantly said it in a calm and relaxed manner making Anri turn angry as irk mark appeared on her forehead. Did he fucking think that she is his maid?! how dare this man!?

"I'll be leaving now , excuse me..." Anri said a sadistic smile at Ego and left the room giving the couple privacy. "Tch , she isn't your babysitter to clean your shit up. be a man and get off!!"! you pulled Ego's hands after he finished eating.

He groaned and just pulled you into his lap , making you sit on him. "Jin.." you muttered death glaring at him. You looked at his face and saw how he changed over time. You you both met at sports college , this man had no idea of romance. Same goes to you.

When he classmates asked him if he had a crush on someone , he would be like what's crush? new instant noodle brand? But everything changed when you had to clean up the sports room. 2 members of any team would be assigned randomly to do the fair task.

And that fine day it was Jinpachi Ego and Y/N Ackerman. You both didn't even know each other but you would scold him for lazing around and not cleaning it properly. In a weird way , it caught his attention. He learnt that you were from combat sport team.

Just like a fucking weirdo , he would never talk to you directly or approach you but just stare at you. Just sit and stareeeee. Jinpachi was not that dumb head , he knew half of the male population in his college like you for your physical appearance.

And he knew how you would reject them like a cruel princess what everyone termed it to be. One lucky day , he saw you watching his football team practice. It was like girls verses boys. Your eyes were fixed on a female who played so good.

She was Mikasa Ackerman. It wouldn't take a genius to find out that she was related to you looking at both your last names. Junpachi paused for a moment. Why was he thinking about you do deeply?

His teammates said that he liked you. Like? what's that? Look Jinpachi hardly had any friends due to his personality clashing against those teen souls. But he had few good people around him though.

At the same evening , he saw you teaching your cousin — Mikasa to play football. The new good tricks you taught to you , as you demonstrated first and sending the spherical black and white ball to goal.

And oh boy , man fell in love , —deep , fell for you hook, line and sinker. This was not one-sided attraction no. When watching the match your eyes would glance at the black haired male named Ego. That day accidently you heard him give a big ass speech about strikers to his coach.

And that day you discovered , his love for football. This aroused your curiosity. Ego being fucking weirdo did nothing but stared at you in lunch when he heart thumped against his chest. You were fed up and walked near his table where he sat alone.

"Oi brat." you called him making him look at you and pause. You showed him 2 packet of cup noodles in your hand. "Want to eat together?" you asked. And that day my friends ,  Ego fell again. He had zero facial expression but his ears were red.

You both start spending your lunches and cleaning together. He slowly started helping you in cleaning too. You looked at his eyes , dark black and void. You complimented his eyes looking like a mysterious cosmic. And he fell again , thrice.

The first time he saw you smile was when you saw convenient cleaning goods. He notices how you always seems like you don't care with Hanji but you do. You were far from cold and uncaring person.

You would glare at a fanboy or girl or tsk you way away if something was unsanitary. Would be so shut off and cold with everyone except your one friend Hanji. People call you selfish and rude. A bit tsundere but a total softie inside.

And This skinny yet tall, pale man names ego , was an ambitious and overly confident man. Beneath that ambition however, is something even more sinister as he puts the emphasis in "ego" as he is shown to be an extremely egotistical, cruel, and self-serving man.

He never wastes an opportunity to tell his mates the cold truth about themselves and their reality, either seeping them into further despair or inspiring them with his cold hearted truth. A mean boy. This is the man you met.

Just imagine your college mates lowkey scared of you both and now you are dating. This place about to blow. Two prideful people dating in a room? Nah the tension is making them tremble. Too much to handle.

It was you who confessed first , and was like "Oi you brat , let's go on a date." and yeah you didn't ask but said. Ego agreed and you both would spend your time in ramen shop or library where he just looked at you reading history books.

Neither you or Ego were good with PDA so it was much better in private. You made the first move obviously. And started off with you making him tea and asking him if he ate anything and holding hands when you just real books.

You would give a quick peck on his cheek and run away. You both dated for almost 9 years and Ego grew more fine with your relationship. He was definitely not that good with his words and actions to show how he loved you but it improved overtime.

He started off with calling you darling. He never said "I love you" in front of you but did when you fall asleep , he would kiss your forehead and be with you. He knows how light sleeper you are and helps you with it with just caressing his thumb over your knuckles to calm you down.

Ego somehow managed to get his shit together and propose to you. You were so polite and quite. And just said "only if you help me clean and drink tea with me everyday" Ego took it as a yes. Ego works almost all the time and barely gets a chance to spend with you.

"Did you get sleep darling?" Ego asked looking into game clips as your head rested on his shoulder. "Yes." you answered , you did sleep for two hours. Better than nothing. Ego looked at your face as saw you almost tired from all the work you do.

"I see." he nodded placing his one hand on top of your head and other holding your waist. With or without conversation, you're still the only one Ego wants. He kissed the crown of your head , holding your head softly like a fragile glass.

He looked down again to see you almost asleep. You eye lids edging to close and when it did he heard your soft little snored and your body going unconscious in his hold. He knew how you insist him to take rest.

He switched off his systems and placed his head on top of yours. Ego rubbed your shoulder in comfort and whispered watching you sleep. "Sleep well my darling..."  And this is the man you made. 

the end.  please don’t mind the grammar mistakes. original post : my Wattpad account. 

[ramu-ego]

(nsfw) EROGENOUS ZONES :: xfemdom!Reader

@kisa-rae oh I'm gonna include Ego in this but also totes exploiting your man in this one ♡ - askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, sexual themes word count: sloppy character headcanons character(s): Jinpachi Ego, Gin Gagamru, Hyoma Chigiri, Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage

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NECK NECK NECK NECK-

why else do you think it's shaved so neatly all the time?

the nape of this man's neck is his mortal weakness in every life he's ever been born into

just so you understand....it's his neck

kisses on the back of his neck while he's working, eating or literally anything else will immediately turn this man on

absolutely weak for things to happen behind him and simply scrape your nails up his shave or curl your fingers around his throat just to rub your thumbs up the back of his neck has him dropping whatever is in his hand

this extends generally to his shoulders, his ears, running your fingers through his hair too

kiss the back of his neck and you better expect to have the rest of the day off because he's not letting you tease him

take care of this man's needs or he'll make it your problem if you kiss on him like that or touch him in general

CURSED BONUS: his ankles, his feet in general are a ticklish but kiss or touch his ankles during intimate moments is as bad as kissing the back of his neck

thighs

THIGHS FOR DAYS

grip them, squeeze them, kiss them, bite them; literally any touch on this man's thighs is the express button to fucking

you just going to be cute and tuck your hand in his thighs when you're sitting out on a beautiful winter day?

think again he's hard the second your fingers curl into the thickest part of his thigh

straddling and grinding on his thighs are just as much of a rush for him as it is for you

has a preference for his inner thighs to be touch but there's a secret second spot if you grab right under his ass leaves him weak in the knees

cover em in hickies by the way it's his favorite trophy to wear into the locker room

CURSED BONUS: the space right between his shoulder blades, he can't touch it but if you drag your fingers down it during sex he will almost always blow his load

most the time they're covered but...EARS

ear lobes to be more precise in fact

why else do you think he keeps them covered all the time?

talking/whispering/kissing around his ears is a surefire way to remind Chigiri that he can still paint the inside of his pants with cum

absolutely loathes being tickled for the most part but his ears are on another level

that level is connected straight to his dick and no matter what he cannot avoid it

especially fond of dirty talk in the most hushed voice you can manage

nasty words and your breath tickling his ear can take any situation from tepid to steamy

CURSED BONUS: the back of his legs are nearly as ticklish as his ear but grope them firmly to get the best reaction, preferably while he's on his stomach so he can't get away from you

HIS MID SECTION

from his navel to the small of his back, a complete 360 around that toned core and you will find Rin's absolutely most sensitive area

special dedication to right under his belly button or right above his butt will have him drooling in no time

this is why massages are doubly dangerous for him

touch or tickle doesn't matter bc your hands on his waist makes Rin loose his fucking mind even on a good day

kiss the small of his back while he's face down and this pro will curse you out until he can't breath because he came all over what's under him

grip his sides while he's on his back and watch him utterly go some place else for a good five seconds because of it

CURSED BONUS: his scalp is ridiculous and playing with his hair without giving him more will in fact create the crankiest brat in the world

this lazy shit's cliche but with a twist

THAT NECK but you need to do more than just kiss it

tickling kisses and light touches are alright but throw in a little roughness around the edges to how you do it and that's got him putting down the phone

if Nagi's sitting down and you casually slip your fingers around the back of his neck (even if it's innocent while you tell him or Reo something) he will immediately put the game down

we're talking full on trained dog behavior

rub your thumb over the side of his neck if you're just casually resting your hand there and he can't focus

yes he will expect you to notice when he's dead silent and not looking at his phone screen if you happened to touch his neck

choking him is on an entirely different level for this man

CURSED BONUS: his hair and no that's not exactly his scalp it means his actual hair, twirl it around your fingers and give it a tug leaves him like a mutt on a leash ready to follow you

Reo will adamantly deny this but also demand said touch in the greediest of ways when you do

nothing compares to this man's NIPPLES

his chest in general is overly sensitive compared to most people

the area around his nipple, under his breast, the sides leading up to his armpits, all of it will and does make him squirm

exceptionally fond of faint touches that are drawn around the area in question

safe to say his areolas might in fact be the most sensitive thing on him and a light touch has him begging shamelessly in thirty seconds or less

CURSED BONUS: not far off from his bingo card, this man's under arm/armpits send him to dizzying new heights if you touch them right

[ramu-ego]

Yo ramu i saw your latest post about ego and it made we wonder how he would as a dom you don’t gotta answer btw 😏

(nsfw) THE EGOIST DOMMING :: fem!Reader

the only sub reader you'll ever see from me bc this man has me under lock and key like it's unreal 😩 ♡ -askbox open cw: fem!Reader, sub!Reader, bdsm dynamics, sexual themes, unedited word count: sloppy headcanons character(s): Jinpachi Ego

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

big talk and calculated action - full lazy dom

he's not interested in expending inordinate amounts of energy to "tame" a sub so brats are for the most part not his thing

not to see he doesn't enjoy a little cheekiness in the moment

greedy greedy greedy man

has a bit of a....backwards way of thinking though in terms of fulfilling his greedy egotistical nature

he wants the best and by any means does what he needs to to get it that way

Ego wants you sopping wet and clenching around his dick like a personal cock sleeve and really the only way to achieve that is to overstim you to the point of perfection for him

accidental service top but don't tell him

he thinks little of your pleasure but it comes so naturally bc the wetter, tighter and eager you are to please him well- then he's in a gluttons heaven

not a fan of elaborate positions or too many things that might force him to break a sweat

sees no issue with tucking you under his desk to leave you to nurse on his cock while he works diligently on what he wants to

but also demands a break every now and then from doing the same thing so nothing spices it up like putting you in that chair and fingering you until his seat is sopping wet so he can belittle you a little bit for making a mess

that he has no intention of cleaning up himself either

loves to waste company time, money and resources to fuck you on the clock at Blue Lock

its honestly probably a kink at this point

control through skirting the edge of utter dehumanizing degradation and just enough praise to keep you in line wanting more of his praise

he's very good with his words

if that's not enough he's not above fucking you to the point of tears and quite enjoys the unraveling of the human mind when confronted with so much pleasure

you on top is almost always his go to position and he doesn't care if you already came on his fingers because that was just prep for his main course

leaves him free to lay back and enjoy with minimal effort as well as double down and hold you still to fuck you senseless if he doesn't like how you're doing it

not so secret breeding kink

one that's worsened at Blue Lock when he's mentoring all those youngsters

loves the humiliation of you cumming to quick or watching your body betray you for what he wants from it

full of taunts and quips about how you're his and his alone - extremely possessive

you're at his beck and call but it's hard to see it as a bad thing when he can leave you fucked out of your mind from a quickie in the office or a full fledged fuck in those cramped little sleeping arrangements

and you bet your ass he's threatened to record you while he fucks you just to get your reaction

[ramu-ego]

Ramu you deserve to treat yourself so please tell me about Ego as a sub, it can be headcanons it can be a scenario, it can be detailed or sloppy, all I want from you is some delicious desperate Ego, please and thank

(nsfw) THE EGOIST SUBBING :: xfemdom!Reader

fittsy you can't just do this to me y'know I can't control myself around this man and I'm not scrambling to do this in half an hour or anything nope not me ♡ -askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, bdsm dynamics, sexual themes, unedited word count: sloppy headcanons character(s): Jinpachi Ego

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

pillow princess 🤝 power bottom

truly a master switch this man is a glutton that leans hard both ways with whatever benefits him the most

very little preference to dom or sub unless he's tired (which is like 90% of the time) a tired Ego is a sub Ego

don't let that fool you though he's as intense of a sub as he is a dom because if you're going to do something then do it to the extreme

obviously

this man is an obnoxious, in your face, whiny, needy, greedy and pushy sub that is a glutton for his own pleasure and mostly his alone

punishment is alright in small doses but not what he gave up control for

doesn't like to be uncomfortable and will let you know and tells you to fix it

melts for overstimulation as a control tactic

wants to loose his mind and be putty in your hands because if he's too fucked out to analyze anything then that means your doing an A+ job

does not like complicated positions so keep that in mind

loves body worship and he sees no reason why his domme shouldn't be worshipping like a spoiled little brat that he intends to be

he's a brat but just....roll with it

loves to be spoiled with just your body and attention

toys are alright but nothing compares to the nice human touch

comes undone in the prettiest way to get sucked off and played with in his office chair

finger him while you give him kitten licks on just the tip of his cock and watch a man crumble before your eyes until he's huffing and demanding he gets to cum

cums with his whole body and soul too ♡

isn't particularly loud but the gasps and groans are as much fun as the toe curling expression etched on his face when you finally give him what he demanded and a little more

overstim overstim overstim!

don't stop even if he's done because you know his body better so of course he's got another one in there for you ♡

50/50 about getting pegged

if it's a lazy position he's more into it but sometimes you get lucky and he wants to ride you and don't ever pass that up

loves to be an overstimulated bottom when you ride him and use him like your own personal toy

touch his chest it's sensitive but he refuses to admit it

it benefits him if you cum so...he'll never argue how you want to use him because if you're cumming around him then he gets the bonus of how tight you are around him

gets ahead of himself sometimes and doesn't listen unless you pin him down and remind him who's in charge

again that power bottom manners rears its ugly heads sometimes because at the end of the day he's greedy for his own pleasure above all else

[ramu-ego]

(nsfw) WORK FUN :: x f!Reader

@inkyrinky I will always, always, write for the loml. Thank you for requesting him! ♡ - askbox open

cw: fem!Reader, switch/no real dynamics, oral (m!Receiving), f!Masturbation, office sex, pussy job, cumplay/eating, unedited word count: 1.2k character(s): JInpachi Ego

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

Fingers dipping between your soaked folds just to pay the closest attention to detail as your finger pads grazed over your swollen clit. Legs splayed a little more than they had been when you started. One to ease yourself into a more comfortable position. And two, so no one saw the top of your head during Jinpachi's little video chat.

Each time he talked not even a fraction of what was really happening seemed to make it to his tone. While your tongue circled his leaking slit so none of his precum would dry and ruin his black slacks. Sucking him off was as much for you as it was for him. Your ever throbbing clit being abused by your fingers just as you hummed happily the second he clicked off the pesky conference call.

One grand sigh left him. Allowing Jinpachi to sink into his chair and letting his legs spreading to a more comfortable position as well. He looked down to admire the sight of your slick lips coated in what was a wonderful mixture of his precum and your own saliva. Messy, just like he loved it.

"Took you long enough," You murmured, only slightly irritated, with lips still pressed to the underside of his cock giving him little kisses down his shaft. The little vibration of your lips made him hum contentedly to steep in the pleasure of your lips enveloping his cock.

"Can't go without feeding the pigs my dear," Jinpachi reached down, fingertips dancing along your temple as he took in a sharp breath the second your lips swallowed him up again without warning. The warm sensation of your throat clenching automatically around his aching cock head and tongue massaging the underside of his swollen cock. Paired with the sight of your fingers between your own legs. Knowing they were as wet as your lips were around his length. This was finer than any wine those money hungry fools could give him.

Knowing his weak spots were simply too easy. When you couldn't keep your lips of him and a man who indulged in all that was self serving. The two of you were equal parts horrible and wonderful together.

Tongue busy with the way his cock throbbed and twitched inside your mouth. His thighs weren't the most ticklish thing you could grope. And after rubbing them quietly throughout the entire video call you wanted something with a little more of a reaction. Hands slipping up his thighs to yank down his slacks a little more. Perfectly pulled down you were able to cup and gently rub your thumb over his balls as your mouth did the bulk of the work.

One hand fondling him as Jinpachi leaned back even more. Now nearly sliding out of his own office chair as you had him drowning in pleasure. And your other hand rubbing circles around your clit. Stopping only sporadically the closer you got to an orgasm. You had to ease off your own throbbing bundle of nerves a few times before Jinpachi was white knuckle gripping the chair with his chest heaving in tiny labored breathes. Cock leaking over your tongue even worse than before. The inevitable was closer than naught.

Jaw tense he opened his eyes only a little to look down at you working him with such easy. His words almost like a hiss when he spoke, "Close-"

"Me too-" You lavished your tongue over his cock and cast your own gaze up on him, "Wanna cum on my clit?"

"Don't even fucking tease me with that." Jinpachi growled, "Get up here."

Already ahead of him. You pushed your pants and tangled panties down further. Allowing you to straddle his lap and lower yourself down. Puffy, pretty pussy lips glistening with juices after how long that god forsaken call took. Jinpachi made his first move since you planted yourself between his legs almost an hour ago. His long fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. Just to press his tip into your cunt lips when you were close enough.

Juices from all your solo fun on the ground as well as drinking up his precum for the last hour as he worked. Meant his cock slipped in with utter ease. Sensitive tip grinding against your hard clit in a second. Another content sigh leaving him as all Jinpachi had to do was hold his cock against your clit and you'd simply do the rest.

First just lathering him with all your juices was only something the two of you could stand for a few minutes. Having edged the both of you for as long as you had during the video call. Meant it was a race to see which of you were greedy enough to cum first.

Jinpachi with utter ecstasy criss-crossed his face. Pushed his cock harder against your clit. Getting the warmth of your fat cunt lips around half of his shaft. But seeking the pleasure of your fingers as you sullied them and rubbed your clit and by extension his cock head as you rushed along your own orgasm selfishly. He would not be left out of it though as his ego demanded he be the first to cum above all else.

Your fingers grinding against his tip as you feverishly rubbed yourself closer and closer. Until your thighs began to quake and stomach tightened. Jinpachi did what he had to do to stay ahead. Fingers half ass curled around his base. The lean man stroked himself only a half a dozen times before his quiet groan filled the office space. A beautiful subtle noise that rushed you towards your end. Jinpachi's cum warmer than even your own juices as he painted your clit and your spready pussy lips with thick ropes of cum. Milking himself for selfish reasons and tapping his cum covered tip against your clit just as your orgasm took over.

Shuddering over the man in the office chair. Cumming much longer than he did. Something he would never stop being jealous of. Jinpachi watched you cum on your cum soaked fingers as you rubbed the last little bit of pleasure from your clit. Only stirring up the mess between your legs when he lazily took his slightly dirty hand and wiped it up your inner thigh before proudly putting both his hands behind his head and reclining back. Taking in the sight of your cum soaked slit and his cock covered in your juices and remnants of his own cum.

You, with your slick fingers, didn't wipe it all off as you lifted your finger and presented the leftovers of your juices on your fingers, "Your turn."

Sighing he leaned forward just as he grabbed your wrist. Holding it steady his tongue ravaged the pungent slime from your fingers. Making nothing short of a show as he locked eyes with you and sucked the last gooey drop from your fingers.

"I got a meeting at five." Jinpachi kissed the palm of your hand as he finished with clean up but didn't let you go.

"Good." You, with your pants still down around your kneels and straddling his lap in the chair, leaned over to push his bangs off his forehead with your clean hand and laid a ginger kiss between his browless forehead, "I need something inside me at five."