i hate mischaracterizing characters, so for anyone who wants these, here are some facts/implied info about characters:
isagi is a loner and often skips out on parties and social events. this is because of how shy and awkward he is around other people and loud environments. (light novel, implied in the manga)
it’s impossible for nagi to hate anyone. even if someone is constantly making him work hard or taking his phone and games away, he is always calm and a pacifist. (egoist bible, implied in the manga)
rin is extremely kind and emotional under his stoic and emo exterior. he gives foreign tourists extremely detailed directions and is implied to be a good captain. (light novel, implied in the manga)
rin is also academically stupid in everything other than english. this is because he’s dead set on being a soccer player and therefore sees no point in any class other than english. (light novel)
karasu loves anything he finds special. he thinks that even rin and isagi are mediocre even though their blue lock’s number one, but he had a childhood crush on the only person he found special, a girl named marissa. (egoist bible)
sae doesn’t realize that he’s rude or has any malicious intent when he’s being an asshole. he just says what’s on his mind, no matter how mean or blunt. it’s confirmed that he does have friends, so he’s probably not always like this. (egoist bible, manga)
you stare at him. then turn back to whatever you were doing, "just say you want me to die," you say without looking at him.
he goes ಠ_ಠ like that face is literally him, "don't twist my words."
"im not? i'd literally die if you throw me across the room."
"can your dumbass not read between the lines?"
"sorry i can't," you look at him, "kindy tell me what you mean."
he pauses. cause what the fuck is he supposed to say? he's feeling this for the very first time and it's killing him.
ITOSHI RIN !
you're struggling to open a jar of jam. and thats when he walks to you, snatching the jar, opening it aggressively and just as much aggressively, he places it down on the counter.
"itoshi rin, what is wrong with you??"
"i will fucking bite you. im not joking, y/n," he grumbles.
"you did that last time too," you say, unimpressed.
"tsk. and who started it??"
"rin, we were 7," you sigh when he grumbles more. this was his serious problem (jk). it wasn't the first time it happened. but you knew. so you open your arms, thinking that'll soothe him but no. he aggressively pulls you and bites your shoulder.
ISAGI YOICHI !
yoichi has no clue what is going on. what the fuck is he feeling really. it was the 789462 time you hear him sigh, his ears going red. so obviously you confront, "yo-chan...everything ok?" is he uncomfortable because of you, perhaps?? "is it me?" you ask in a low voice.
"can i just eat you a little?" he immediately regrets what he said, "no no no not in that way! i mean—god motherfucking dammit...!" yoichi sinks to his knees, his hands covering his face cause he doesn't have it in him to face you.
you: ಠ_ಠ, "so it is me..."
"no! it's me. stupid fucking me!"
MICHAEL KAISER !
oh he loves that you're making him feel this and he's not ashamed. so obviously it wasn't the first time you made him feel like this. he knows what it's called. he walks behind you, "babe," he calls, smiling, "fuckin hell..." he mumbles.
"hm?" you hum in question, looking back at him.
"im gonna eat you."
"....control your hormones—!"
"nah not like that. i mean, yes i will but before that," he picks you up. he carries you to bed, placing you there on your back gently and he hovers over you. he holds your chin, tilting it to the side. and he licks you.
SYNOPSIS the blue lock boys reacting to this tweet you put out on your main accidentally
STARRING isagi, rin, shidou, sae, bunny x f!chubby!reader
tw : ed!!! mentions of starving, comfort and fluffff
a/n : so hahahahahhahaa imightbelowkenuinelydelvingintothedeepdarkwatersofeatingdisorders haahahahahahhahaa ijustwannabeheld hahahahaha
isagi yoichi
you wake up to 47 missed calls from isagi and your notifications exploding.
he's already at your door at 7 a.m., still in training sweats, hair messy from running over after morning practice.
he doesn't even say hi — just pulls you into a crushing hug the second you open the door.
"why didn't you tell me it was this bad?" his voice is muffled against your shoulder, shaking a little.
"i thought… i thought we talked about everything. that friend? she's just chigiri's sister. i didn't even notice— fuck, i'm so stupid."
you mumble apologies, embarrassed, but he pulls back, cups your face, eyes intense like he's on the pitch reading an opponent's move.
"no starving. no skipping. we're eating breakfast right now. together. and you're telling me every time your brain does this shit so i can shut it down."
he kisses your forehead hard.
"i love every part of you. every. part. don't you dare try to change for anyone — especially not some random comparison."
he spends the whole day glued to you: cooking, forcing bites, soft forehead kisses every time you hesitate.
by night he's tweeting a vague "my girl is perfect, don't test me!!!!" with a pic of your intertwined hands — just in case it was those chronically online fuckers who made you insecure.
itoshi rin
rin sees it during cooldown stretches. his phone buzzes once — he ignores it. then the group chat (isagi + teammates, in his mind) starts spamming screenshots.
he goes dead silent for three hours. you get a single text: "come to my place. now."
when you arrive he's on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the wall like it's offended him.
"you think starving fixes anything?" voice flat, but his jaw is clenched so tight you see the muscle jump.
you blink in confusion before your eyes widen. stupid twitter update changed the logout settings! you try to explain — accident, private vent, insecurity flare-up — but he cuts you off.
"delete the tweet." pause. "no — don't. let everyone see how stupid it is." he stands, towers over you, and you're pouting, before he unexpectedly pulls you against his chest.
his heartbeat is racing under your ear.
"i'm yours. i chose you. not her. not anyone skinnier, taller, shorter whatever. if you starve, you're hurting what's mine. don't do that again."
he doesn't say "i love you" — he never does it easily — but he doesn't let go for the rest of the night.
makes you sit on his lap while he reviews match footage, hand firm on your thigh like an anchor. later, in bed, he murmurs against your neck: "next time you feel like that, wake me up. i'll remind you who you belong to until you believe it."
shidou ryusei
shidou retweets it immediately with "LMaOOOO baby nOOO 😭🔥" and a string of crying-laughing emojis + fire.
then calls you screaming-laughing: "yo you juSt Exposed your ed arc oN main? anD my ASShole friends are quoting it with thirst traPs of stupId skinny models Cuz — m gonna kill em."
he's at your place in under 30 minutes, bursting in with takeout bags from three different places: burgers, ramen, ice cream, onigiri — chaos food.
"starve? over my dead body." he shoves a fry in your mouth before you can protest. "look at me — i'm built like a goddamn tank and i eat like one too. you think im not gonna miss the way your ass jiggles every time i hit it or what :( i want my girl thick OK."
he pulls you onto the couch, straddles your hips reverse-style so you're facing him, and force-feeds you bites while ranting
by the end of the night he's live-tweeting (on a burner) "my gf tried to starve bc of some stick figure — joke's on her, i'm feeding her back to thicc status AYAYAY 🍔💪" with pics of you mid-bite, looking mortified but smiling.
he doesn't let you skip a single meal after that. ever.
itoshi sae
sae doesn't tweet. doesn't call. doesn't text.
he just… shows up at your apartment at 2 a.m. (he has a key you gave him "just in case").
you're half-asleep when the bedroom light flicks on. he's standing there in his coat, expression blank but eyes sharp.
"get up." voice low. "kitchen."
you follow, confused. he starts pulling ingredients — rice, eggs, veggies — and cooks silently. perfect tamagoyaki, miso soup, grilled fish. places it all in front of you.
"eat."
you stare. "sae—"
"eat." firmer. "then explain why my girlfriend thinks disappearing is an option because of someone irrelevant."
you break down mid-bite — the accidental post, the insecurity, how you thought he wouldn't see. he listens without interrupting, arms crossed.
when you're done he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose.
"you're an idiot." softens immediately after. "but you're my idiot." corny ahh mf
he reaches across, tucks hair behind your ear. "i don't care about skinny. i care about you being healthy enough to keep up with me. on the pitch, in bed, in life."
he stays the night. feeds you the last bites himself.
in the morning he posts one story (rare for him): a photo of two empty plates and your hand in his, captioned simply "her."
no explanation. fans lose their minds. message received.
bunny iglesias
bunny's chilling after training when his phone pings — a mutual follower dms the screenshot with "bro your girl ok??"
he reads it once. twice. then bolts upright.
next thing you know your door's banging. you open to bunny in full kit still, hair sweaty, eyes wide and frantic.
"¿que cojones es esto?" (what the fuck is this?)
he holds up his phone, so baffled that his voice keeps switching between spanish and english. "starve? tomorrow? over a friend? mi amor, no."
he's on you in seconds — picks you up bridal-style, carries you to the couch like you weigh nothing (he's 191cm of pure muscle after all!)
"no. no no no." he sets you down gently but doesn't let go, cradles your face. "you think you're not enough? for me? poor ol' me?"
he presses kisses all over your face — forehead, cheeks, nose, lips — rapid-fire.
he pulls out his phone, films a quick video (in spanish at first, switches to english): "escuchen, todos — my girlfriend is perfect. if you make her feel less, we have problems. gracias." posts it publicly. EMBARRASSING AHH MF
then spends the night cooking paella from scratch ("real food, not starving food"), feeding you bites, whispering in your ear how beautiful you are, how lucky he is.
by morning he's got you laughing again — and a promise
— a bllk fanfic // domestic fluff & smut with the bllk men.
synopsis: late nights with the blue lock men.
pairing: afab!reader x aged up! rin itoshi, isagi yoichi, sae itoshi, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, nagi seishiro.
cw: sub!men??? NOT PROOFREAD. domestic setting. contains mild somnophilia. lazy s*x. org*sms [male only]. thigh-f*cking. t*t-sucking. handj*b. dry-h*mping. c*ckwarming. subby men. d*bcon? pre-established consent.
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★ player 01: isagi yoichi!
you feel isagi slip into the covers behind you. the bedsheet under rustles, the cold engulfs you body for a quick second before he's covering you both up with blanket again. he smells of his bodywash, freshly out of the shower. as he wraps his arm around your waist, he is quick to nuzzle his face into your nape.
you mumble sleepily into the air, "how was practice?"
"mhm, okay." his voice is muffled, sinking deeper into your skin. "how was your day?"
"nothing special." your eyes flutter shut as he pushes your hair to one side and kisses the warm skin at the back of your throat. his kisses are chaste — soft and lingering. one of his palms rubs up and down the curve of your waist, trailing down to your thighs. mindlessly, he's bunching up fabric of your shorts high up to the juncture of your thighs. he kneads the exposed skin, still mumbling sleepily, "missed me today?"
"always." you inhale sharply as his palms wander from your thighs to your hips and back to your inner thighs. he kneads the sensitive skin there, still kissing your throat and jaw so intimately. you feel his shorts rustle behind you, his fumbles with the waistband before quickly letting his erection free. parting your plush thighs, he sandwiches his length in between. his voice comes breathy, "ah, did you meet that deadline?"
you feel him moving behind you, sliding his warm cock in and out between your legs, nudging your clothed sex with lazy strokes. his palm travels up your sleep shirt and sneaks under it to tug on your nipple. you moan lazily, nodding, "mhm. the boss approved my idea."
"attagirl, knew you could— hah— do it." his voice trembles as his pelvis snaps into your quicker. his skin smacks against yours and you tighten your thighs around his length to squeeze him tighter. he groans, "god, you feel so fucking warm, baby."
"yeah?" you're whispering into the air, grinding back into him, "feels good, 'ichi?"
"'sgood." he sighs into the crook of your neck, "could spend a fuckin' lifetime like this, baby."
"what?" you laugh softly, shaking against him, "fucking my thighs?"
he grins against your skin, tightening his arms around your waist and pulling your closer. his breath tickles you as he laughs, "yeah, fucking your thighs like this." he kisses your pulse, squeezing your tits again, "you and me like this. just like this. i'd give up everything to be spend my entire life— fuck." he snaps his hips faster, more animalistic, whining into you with a broken gasp. "exactly like this."
a cashmere smile tugs at your lips, stretching it wide, "even football?"
he bites your neck lazily, his voice breathy and trembling, "e-even football."
his palm interlaces against your own, he licks the spot he bit and increases his pace. his eyes flutter shut and his breath falters as his orgasm approaches. when he cums, his load spills in between your thighs and wets your shorts. he smiles behind you, sheepish, "s-sorry 'bout the mess."
you sigh, blissfully closing your eyes, "i'm tired, ichi."
he lifts his face up to kiss your temple, "i know, baby. me too. let me just quickly clean you off."
you hold his palm in yours tighter, shaking your head and snuggling against his chest deeper, "'s fine. we'd deal with it tomorrow. just stay like this. it's comfy."
he smiles, patting your head twice, "alright. g'night baby. i love you."
you smile back, "love you too, 'ichi."
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★ player 02: rin itoshi!
you're deep into slumber by the time rin itoshi is back from his practice. you vaguely make out the sound of your shared apartment door closing shut, the sound of the shower turning on and the microwave beeping as he reheated his dinner. afterwards, came silence. you almost drift back to sleep by the time rin makes it back to your shared bedroom.
climbing into your bed with nothing but a pair of flimsy sports shorts, you feel the duvet lift up your body and rin slip in. he curls up against you, circling his strong biceps around your stomach and laying his head on top of it. you never get it, why your boyfriend behaves more like a cat than a human being at night. he always claims your stomach was the softest place to rest.
half-asleep and mumbling, you sift your fingers through his hair, "hey, baby."
"hm, hey." rin kisses your stomach, with one of his palms tracing over your stretchmarks. you massage his scalp, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, "how was practice?"
"lukewarm." he rests his cheek on your skin, still tracing patterns with his fingertips. you hear the pinch in his voice. "isagi pissed me off."
"awh?" your words are thick with sleep, "what did he say?"
"nothing i wanna talk about." rin huffs, kissing your skin again. his kisses trail upwards from your navel, lining up and up and up till he was lifting the hem of your tshirt and kissing there. he kisses up your rib cage and under your boobs.
you moan softly, "rin...?"
"need to blow off some steam." he mumbles against your skin, already trailing his lips to the fullness of your chest. his weight settles over you comfortably as his lips circled one of your nipples. he sucked, soft and slow.
"mhm—" you hum, closing your eyes at the warm feeling of his lips against your risen peaks. "feels 'sgood."
rin places kitten licks across your chest, whining into your skin as he alternates between one boob and the other. your hands massage his scalp, "rin, baby— mhm. fuck."
"so fuckin' sweet." he cries against your skin, his pelvis circles yours, his half-hard dick rubbing against your clothed pussy as he sucks on your nipples. his bulge rubs against you and the friction of the motion makes your moan lazily. you bite down your lip, bucking your hips into his erection. he keeps doing as he is, fucking you shallowly and sucking your puffy, sensitive nipples into his warm mouth. he whines, "nghh— i... fuck... you're so soft."
you fall asleep somewhere between the warm feeling of his tongue lapping against your skin, and when you wake up in the middle of the night, you find him deep asleep, with his mouth still lazily pressed against your boobs. you stroke his cheek, "g'night, rinnie. i love you."
he shifts against your chest, tightening his hold against your body as he snuggles into you. his voice is raspy as he pulls up the duvet higher against you two, "mhm. love you too."
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★ player 03: sae itoshi!
sae itoshi is already asleep by the time you're back from work. he cracks open an eye as the rustling of the bedsheet. on instinct, he opens his arms up, inviting you into his embrace. you settle over him with a long sigh, nustling your cheek against his chest and mumbling, "you asleep?"
"hm." he's humming half-heartedly, already off to sleep. his palm rubs up and down your body in a comforting rhythm, low voice coming cracked and unused, "had dinner?"
you giggle against him, the sound reverberating against his chest, "yes." carefully, your hands slip under his shirt. sae lets out a big sigh, "what're... you upto now..?"
before he can fully protest, you're stroking his soft skin and trailing your palm down his body. slipping under his waistband, you paw at his half-erect cock. he shudders at the feeling of your hand tighten around his tip, "hah- you... love."
you're shushing him, "let me. please." blinking up your eyes to look at his face. his eyes are shut, long lashes fanning across his cheeks as the heat swims across his cheekbones. his bottom lip trembles slightly, shoulders slumping into the pillow in surrender, "okay."
your wrist flicks up and down, tugging along his sensitive cock in a steady rhythm that has sae bucking his hips up into your firm grasp. his cheeks pink, adam's apple jumping, and bottom lip cherry-red as he holds in the wayward moans tumbling out, "f-fuuck. you're so... god, so soft."
you laugh airily as you quicken your pace, tightening your grip around his tip to coax an orgasm out of him, just to stop it before he can tip over the edge.
sae laughs at the sudden obstruction, his eyes clenching shut. his words are thick with sleep, "stop playing, babe."
"whaaaat." you're dragging your palm up and down again, resuming that cruel rhythm that has him unraveling again. his thighs clench under you, his jaw ticks, and you see his hands fist the comforter. a low groan kisses your ears, "fuck. i- so close." he mumbles.
"does it feel good?" you ask, lifting your face upto his and slotting your lips against his in a chaste kiss. he exhales into you, shuddering, "y-yeah. always does."
you giggle at his earnest response, "is my hand better than yours—?"
he cracks open one eye, "i wouldn't go as far to say that."
and you're thumbing his tip at the response, pouting, "really? should I stop then—?"
a needy whine rips out of sae itoshi, something that is quick and primal, "no. fuck— no. keep going."
though you pout, you flick your wrists faster. your palm squeezes against the veins and ridges so well, and his pre coats his length, acting as a lubricant. you quickly up and down, and up and down, and up and down—
"fuuuck." sae breaths heavily, his thighs trembling as a pool of white flows down his tip in spontaneous spurts and pools at his base. you feel his cock twitch under you, spluttering out more and more till you're grinning, "you okay, babe?"
sae finally flutters opens his eyes, giving you a resigned look, "you know, I'll have to wash the sheets and comforter now."
"tch." you roll your eyes, bringing up your own palm to your mouth and licking leisurely, "live a little, itoshi."
"tch." he bites back with an attitude, "i forget you're a dirty girl." he sighs, "now help me change the sheets."
you stick your tongue out, "you're no fun."
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★player 04: oliver aiku!
by the time oliver aiku has entered your shared apartment, you have already carefully tucked your vibrator back to the bedside table. it's not like your boyfriend was insecure of a bunch of toys, no it was more that he would make fun of you for the rest of your days for how needy you were, couldn't even wait for him.
so, by the time he has taken a shower and slipped inside your bed, you pretend to be asleep.
"hey, ma." his voice is gentle, pulling you into him by his beefy arms. he nuzzles his face into your neck and you're overwhelmed by the smell of his bodywash. you mumble, "you smell nice."
"awh, thanks doll." he presses a kiss to your cheek, "how was your day?"
"was okay..." you trail off. he presses another soft kiss, "what were you doing before i came?"
"just sleepin'." you lie through your teeth, fixing your face into his chest to avoid his gaze.
"hm?" he leisurely hums, "my girl's sleepy?" you nod, but aiku's already grinning, "it's just I happened to get a notification on my app. about that vibrator of yours? the one that can operated from my phone?"
your eyes blow open but you don't meet his eyes, "must have been a glitch...?"
"ah?" but he's already sinking his doughy fingertips past your shorts and teasing your slit, gathering your slick into his fingertips. you jolt at the feeling of his fingers against your overstimulated pussy. "is your cute cunt lying to me then, ma?"
in a moment, he's slotting one of his muscular thighs between your legs, "if you were so needy, should have told me."
"aiku..." you mumble, feeling him nudge the muscle in between the folds. he rocks you softly against his leg, "go on, get yourself off. i know you want to."
and so, you're lazily humping his thighs, burying your face into his chest and looping your arms around him in a hug. he lets you use him, let's you rock yourself against him until your breath is stuttering and you're holding himself tighter, "f-fuck... baby 'm gonna— gonna cum."
"yeah," he grins, "attagirl. c'mon."
your body jerks against him, panties and shorts soaking through as your essence rubs against his thighs. once you've calm down, oliver presses a kiss to your temple, "needy girl. should have just waited for me, huh?"
and you know he's gonna tease you about this endlessly from tomorrow onwards, but for now, he's removing his slotted leg from between you and pulling you into a hug, "c'mon, go to sleep, doll. must be tired."
"mhm. goodnight, aiku."
"g'night, doll."
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★player 05: michael kaiser!
your boyfriend claims he can't sleep until he has you in his arms, till he can feel your soft breath fall in line with yours, so, you often find michael kaiser staying up till you're back from work.
so it was a surprise to come back from your staff dinner and find him already asleep. once you had cleaned yourself up, you slipped into your bed as silently as possible, afraid to wake him up.
but it was no use, as soon as your body weight dipped the mattress, kaiser was cracking open an eye, beckoning you over, "you're back, schatz?"
"mhm." you lay next to him, positioning yourself a bit higher so he can cuddle into you as the little spoon, "go to sleep, micha. i'm right here."
kaiser presses his face into the swell of your chest, inhaling, "missed you s'much."
you run your hands through his hair, "me too, micha—...?" your voice trails off, soft and caught off-guard as you feel kaiser press his erection against your body. he whines, "talk to me 'bout your day. please."
"oh, well..." you feel his hip rut against your soft body in desperate lurches. you massage his scalp, closing your eyes to recall your day. "you know nicole? the one from marketing? yeah, she was being very weird at the dinner. i think it's because she broke up with her boyfriend, ryan. that's the guy that works in HR."
kaiser let's out a shaky exhale, his hips catching their lace quicker against your body, "y-yeah? and?"
you feel his body grow more desperate, his hips fastening to catch the friction from your body against his. he presses his face further into your tits, breathing hard against the swell of your chest. "and, then alex asked her what was going on and she said nothing."
"y-yeah?" he barely manages, his voice coming muffled against your chest, "how... how weird."
"uh-huh." you nod along, feeling his hips falter and grow irregular. his breathing grows harder, and the pants are all you two can hear in the room. you ask, gently, "are you gonna cum, micha?"
he nods, feverish, "y-yeah. keep talking— ah, keep talking. please. need to hear you—!"
your gentle voice lulls him into a sense of security, "y'know, i missed you so much today. kept thinking about you the entire time through dinner—"
"f-fuck, really?" he's licking your pert nipple through your shirt, latching his lips around you as he keeps rutting like an animal in heat. you coo, "yes, baby."
and before you know it, he's groaning into your tshirt and soiling his pants with a thick load of his cum. you feel the wet patch blossom against his sleep shorts as he shudders and nudges his face into you. a sigh escapes him, "t-thanks."
you sift your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to his head, "what for? go change and then, we can sleep."
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★player 06: nagi seishiro!
it takes your boyfriend approximately 1.5 minutes to be fully asleep. you haven't even turned around to give him one last kiss before he's snoring. tonight, however, things are different.
you expect nagi seishiro to come back from a late night practice, refuse to even shower before he's kicking off his shoes and plopping down on the bed, next to you. instead, nagi comes and makes his way to shower after a quick greeting. you wait in bed and soon enough, your boyfriend is climbing in behind you, freshly showered and completely shirtless.
he wraps his big, burly arms around your waist, rubbing your soft skin with his hard muscles as he hides his face into the crook of your neck. you sigh, breath slow, "how was your day, baby?"
"mhm." is all you get from his side before he's sinking his face deeper into your neck and biting. "sei—?" you lose your voice as one of his hands pulls down your shorts by the hem. he takes them off your legs, picking one of your thighs higher as he tugs down his own shorts. the entire time he face stays buried against the neck. you feel his hot breath on your pulse, "need you."
you jut your ass back into him, giving him quick access as he guides his cockhead into your hole. it's hard for his length to bury within you without any prep, so, he goes slow. with every inch in, nagi's breath quickens. you yelp and pushes your face to the pillow, stuffing your mouth full with the fabric to quieten you. he groans, "sorry, sorry. can't wait today. sorry."
he opens your thighs wider, rutting in slow circles to ease his cock inside your pussy. you mewl into the pillow and once nagi is buried to the hilt, he stalls. you pant into the familiar fabric, "m-move, sei—?"
"no." he kisses your neck, "wanna stay like this. jus' like this."
you bite back lazily, "how fuckin' lazy."
he kisses your jaw next and you feel him smile against your skin, "not lazy. your pussy feels so good like this. don't wanna move."
and so, nagi seishiro falls asleep with his length stiff stuffing your warm orifice. in the middle of the night, your sleep is interrupted by the feeling of something filling you up again. he mumbles from behind you, words heavy with sleep, "slipped out accidentally. just slipping back in. go back to sleep, baby."
you mumble, "goodnight, sei."
"mhm. night."
a.n: not my usual hardcore smut. not proofread. enjoy the filth. that being said, i have no idea what I want my usual roster to be for bllk. any characters you guys wanna particularly see?
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if we're talking about "sae" i think it's pretty decent but a little bare on it's own. whenever you use it you've gotta chant "saesaesaeee!" for it to have a nice ring to it. he thinks that "itoshi" sounds odd because there's too many syllables.. but what really gets his dick throbbing, though, is when you look him dead in the eyes while he's fucking you and moan "sae-chaaan!" making sure to drag it out in a high-pitched voice. he swears he hates it, but the way his hips move seem to tell a different story. final rating — 8.5/10
itoshi rin ᥫ᭡
at first, he's used to hearing a simple "rinnn!" in the early stages of your relationship.. buuut you've recently discovered that he gets so incredibly flustered whenever you moan "rin-rin!" or "rinnieee!" as he fucks you in missionary—all while facing each other as you watch him cum from the nickname alone. with how red his ears get it's near impossible to hide his growing arousal, especially when you drag the vowels out in the most sultry voice. final rating — 9/10
nagi seishiro ᥫ᭡
for someone who couldn't give less of a shit about anything, something within him (or more like his dick) stirred awake the first time you moaned "seishirooo!" with a flushed face and sopping cunt. he isn't particular about what name you use, be it "nagi!" or "seeeei!" because hearing you sob his name as he thrusts into you gives him more dopamine than any 'victory' screen. if you really wanted to know what his favourite was, it'd be "seishirooo!" ..something about the 'ooo' makes his dick twitch. final rating — 9/10
mikage reo ᥫ᭡
reo teases you so sweetly. he rips out pained whimpers of "reoooo!" and "reo-chaaan!" from your pretty mouth like it's nothing—but he isn't a big fan of "mikage" though.. you're making love, not having a business meeting. when you tried to moan "mikageee!" during your first time, he leaned in to kiss your lips and whispered, "shh, just call me reo, okay?" as mentioned before, names that end in 'ooo' just hit different but i do feel like mikage sounds a little long. final rating — 8/10
isagi yoichi ᥫ᭡
upon hearing you moan "yoichiii!" while cumming inside of you, he knew that he definitely had a thing for you moaning his name like that. he literally couldn't get enough of it, only letting you cum when you say his name first. you've tried a variation of them, from "isagiii!" to "ichii!", but the only downside is that it's hard for him to pick a favourite. they all roll of your tongue so naturally. gun to the head though, if he had to choose one it'd have be "ichiii!" final rating — 9.5/10
oliver aiku ᥫ᭡
can someone please add "oliver" to the list of the most unmoanable names in human history. look, you love your boyfriend to bits and pieces but trying to make "oliver" sound sexy was harder than getting his huge dick to fit. buuut.. boy does he get rock hard when you moan "oliii!" or "aikuuu!" with a fucked-out expression while letting his cock stretch you wide. i suppose it's not all bad because thank god for the nickname "oli" final rating — 6.7/10 (i'm sorry)
shidou ryusei ᥫ᭡
shidou's so down bad that his tip aches whenever you call out his name. when he's abusing your cunt and you chant "ryuuuseiii!" or "shidouuu!" it feels like a shot of adrenaline and his libido spikes tenfold. he's such a sucker when he hears "ryuuu!" pour from your lips, feeling his dick throb and your pussy tighten at the nickname. in my opinion, names with two syllables sound the hottest in bed, so i'll take it easy on him. final rating — 9.5/10 (yeah this is deffo not biased at all hehe)
a/n DONT look at me like that yes i tried them all out to give my rating 😭 also this is my opinion plz nobody leak my coordinates
doggy. there’s no other way. shidou loves to fuck you hard from behind, large hands grasping your hips and occasionally smacking your ass. his cheeks flush hard while he sees how perfectly your ass bounces every time his hips slam against yours. shidou loves to take control, he’s absolutely addicted to the way you whine and plead for more against the pillow. and he obeys – he gives you more just like you want, to the point his cock is smeared with your white cream and your ass cheeks are red from all the smacks he’s given you.
₊⊹ michael kaiser
reverse cowgirl. yup. the position where you’re only allowed to see kaiser’s feet while he’s staring at your bouncing ass with his arms behind his head, a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face. he has a superiority complex which definitely reflects to your bed activities as well – he tells you to fuck yourself on his cock and make yourself cum, and if he cums before you, you know the only way you'll come tonight is by your own hand. there’s no way he bothers to finger you or anything if he doesn’t feel like it. i’m sorry but this man is a selfish lover. luckily, his cock feels so damn good that you almost every time fall apart on top of him, hands gripping his thighs as you clench around his shaft. during those times, he sometimes, sometimes, grabs your hips and begins to slam his hips up against your poor, tired pussy.
₊⊹ yoichi isagi
missionary. isagi is a passionate guy who gives his all to things he loves – soccer and you. he’s not a mean one who has a dirty mouth in bed, even though he can get quite rude towards the opponent on the field. but to you – he’s the perfect, loving partner who makes sure you cum first, always. he fucks you with slow and deep strokes which makes the air leave your lungs, his other hand skillfully rubbing your clit as he breathes softly against your neck. isagi tells you how good you are to him, he praises you while his hips roll perfectly against yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. but okay, he can be a little mean once you’ve came, since he starts to seek for his own release. and how? leaning back, wrapping your legs on his shoulders and pounding into you shamelessly.
₊⊹ seishiro nagi
riding. nagi absolutely loves to watch you from under his half lidded eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock. he often thinks that every other sex position is a hassle, but riding is something he genuinely enjoys, because he gets to guide your movements and help you cum with little effort while admiring your beautiful body and face as you fall apart. nagi is careful, always making sure you don’t grow tired or hurt yourself. honorable mention with nagi is the fact he obviously loves you sucking his cock as well - especially under the desk while he's focused on playing on his computer.
₊⊹ itoshi sae
doggy/pronebone. sae is also a selfish lover. literally if you think this man gives a damn about your pleasure, you’re delusional. he loves to fuck you from behind, he loves to dominate you and make you take what he gives. of course, sae wouldn’t ever force you to anything – he has normal human morals after all. but once he gets going, you need to be prepared to the fact he will push your face or whole body down on the mattress and fuck you hard to the point your legs are trembling and you’re seeing stars. luckily, his cock pounds right against your sweet spot, making you aggressively clench and cum around his shaft. he tells you you’re such a good girl, that you’re taking him so well, and the second you think he’s slowing down – he only grabs you by the hair and pulls you back up against him, hips continuing to smack against your ass.
bllk boys x f!reader who has a fear of pregnancy
ft. isagi, rin, sae &. kaiser (all are in their 20s)
warnings: cussing + mentions of: cheating, sexual intimacy, miscarriage, etc..
please read my note at the end!!!
𝄞𝄢 isagi yoichi.
you knew how badly isagi wanted a family. he always spoke about growing older and having two children running around your home with sparkles in his eyes. especially after marriage, his excitement towards starting a family grew even stronger.
isagi wasn't the only one who dreamed about a potential future family. you'd dream about it too—raising kids with isagi, taking them to his soccer matches, living that dreamy, desirable WAG life.
you were scared though.
it's not that isagi wouldn't be a good father or that you wouldn't be a good mother, but it's about an internal conflict within you.
you were scared of pregnancy—scared of carrying a baby for 9 months and having your body undergo uncontrollable changes. you've heard stories from relatives and friends. their partners had cheated or left them because of the changes in their body made them "unattractive."
the same fate could possibly happen to you—isagi leaving you for a better looking woman once you're pregnant or him secretly having an affair behind your back.
during an after party, someone joked about "future kids" again, like it was completely inevitable and it was your ultimate fate. you laughed along, but deep inside that same uneasy, suffocating feeling was bubbling, maybe even uncontrollably growing.
those feelings followed you throughout the night. you were unable to have fun unlike everyone else who were laughing and drinking their asses off.
you sat there on a bar stool, fingers loosely wrapped around an untouched drink. you were constantly zoning out despite the loud music pulsing through the bar and the laughter spilling from every corner as people talked over one another.
"hey.."
you flinched, isagi's voice snapping you back to reality.
"yoichi, can we go home? 'm not feeling well," you murmur, letting go of your drink and pushing it away.
isagi agreed immediately, hand hovering over your back as he guided you out of the afterparty. the noise of the party swallowed everything else as you both headed towards the exit, weaving through people until the music dulled behind closed doors.
at home, the uneasiness didn't disappear. the silence felt louder and more suffocating than the afterparty. you slipped off your shoes, undressed, and wiped your makeup off.
staring at yourself from the vanity mirror, you tried to imagine yourself pregnant, but even the mere thought of pregnancy made you anxious.
"[name], are you okay?"
isagi asked from the bed, his deep, blue eyes watching you through the mirror.
you sighed and tore your gaze away from the mirror, turning towards the bed instead. the mattress dipped as you joined isagi in bed and he instantly wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you closer to him.
"you don't look good. tell me what's on your mind."
his voice was soft and grounding—so relaxing that you almost forgot about your concerns for a moment. he stroked your head softly, fingers gently playing around with strands of your hair.
" 'm scared yoichi," you murmured softly.
"why baby?"
you hesitated for a second, dreading isagi's reaction to you telling him that you're scared of pregnancy. your eyes stung and your chest tightened, feeling abnormally heavier than usual.
"you want kids don't you?"
isagi blinked at the sudden question. "yeah.. of course i do. you know that too," he said carefully. "why?"
"i can't," you choked out. your confession hung in the air. you didn't dare to meet isagi's eyes, opting to squeeze your eyes shut. "i can't even hear people talking about pregnancy — me carrying kids inside me — without feeling awful," you continued.
isagi listened to you, eyes watching you with focus whilst holding onto you carefully, still stroking your head slowly. he didn't interrupt you once.
"i'm terrified of pregnancy."
you let out a shaky breath, finally opening your eyes to look at isagi.
"i know it sounds stupid—"
"who told you it's stupid?"
you froze slightly at isagi's words. you expected him to get angry or upset at you, but he was looking at you, concern clear across his face.
"n-nobody did. i just feel this way," you stuttered.
"good," he sighed softly. "nobody should be dictating your views, especially if it's towards something as huge as pregnancy."
"and if it scares you like that, then it's not stupid," isagi added.
you frowned, knowing that your fear was much deeper. "it's not just that," you admitted quietly, dropping your shoulders a little. "you want a family and i do too—i just can't get past this."
"and also, 'm so scared of you leaving me."
the words felt ugly in your mouth. maybe you should've just kept this confession to yourself and let it eat you alive.
"why would i leave you?"
your throat tightened. why actually would isagi leave you?
"well, i heard so many pregnancy stories from people," you mumbled. "they had to deal with their partners suddenly changing and sometimes even cheating or leaving them because they're no longer desirable."
isagi furrowed his brows. "so? you think that's gonna happen between us? you think i'm gonna leave you?" his tone was different from before. what if he was actually mad? what if he hated you now?
you opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out.
"i wouldn't leave you over something like that," isagi murmured in that soothing tone. "hell—i would never ever leave you in the first place."
"i mean it. if pregnancy is something that makes you feel like this, then you don't have to go through it. there are other ways to build a life together."
your vision blurred as your eyes filled up with tears. isagi's expression softened at the sight of you. he wiped your tears away with his thumb instinctively.
"i want a future with you, [name]," isagi said simply. "not any specfic version of it."
𝄞𝄢 itoshi rin.
you knew how significant family is to rin. even before getting married to him — back when you two were sappy teenagers in love — rin always talked to you about his future dreams like it was set in stone. his biggest dream was simple; growing older and raising a family with you.
even now, as you stand in the bathroom of his family's house, you're reminded of just how much weight his dream held. you can hear rin's relatives' voices drifting in from the living room. they were loud, voices echoing in your ears. and they were arguing over kids again.
"when you have kids—"
"...you'll understand later."
"yup, it's a crucial part of life."
each sentence felt like a death sentence growing and growing rapidly. pressure was building within your chest. you couldn't even breathe properly.
your fingers curled into your sleeves, your breathing got shallow. you needed to leave asap.
exiting the bathroom, you turned towards the hallway, only to collide straight into rin.
"what were you doing in there for so long?" rin frowned, teal orbs scanning you from head to toe. "we were worried."
"i—" you stopped yourself. "nothing."
you attempted to walk past rin, but he grabbed your shoulders, stopping you in place.
"rin," you whined, trying to push his hold off you. he didn't budge one bit though. not a surprise for an athlete like him.
"...you look pale."
"i'm fine."
"stop lying."
rin released his grasp from your shoulders, only to grab your wrist and drag you upstairs. your relatives watched with curious gazes, whispering amongst themselves about what could be stirring up between you two. even sae briefly looked up from his phone.
rin dragged you into a room, hoping for it to be empty so you two could discuss whatever was up. there were giggling kids scribbling on the walls with crayons.
"uncle rin—!"
he immediately shut the door behind you two and pulled you into another room, which thankfully was empty.
"why were you in the bathroom for nearly half an hour?"
"i was having diarrhea," you lied quickly. you knew it was a terrible lie, but it just slipped out of your lips.
"then we would've fucking smelled it across the entire house," rin retorted. "[name], don't joke around. please actually tell me what's wrong."
rin's eyes flicked past you, towards the shut door which only faintly muffled the loud voices from downstairs. his expression sharped immediately.
"what did they say?"
"rin, it's not a big deal—"
"answer me."
you flinched at his tone. you knew he wasn't being harsh, just his usual intense self who would do anything to get what he wanted.
"well they were just talking about our future. you know, kids and a family. all that kinda stuff," you reluctantly answered.
"...and?"
"and," you muttered, throat tightening. you hated talking about this to anyone, even rin, the person you trusted the most. "...it freaks me out."
rin didn't understand what you were talking about. you could tell by the way he tensed up and the way his brows furrowed.
"why?" he asked, no hint of judgement in his tone—just pure curiosity.
"...it just does. like—it terrifies me real bad. i can't explain it. it just feels wrong and scary to me and i hate it," you confessed, voice cracking at the end.
rin went still, as if he was processing everything. you knew it would be hard for him, a man who cared deeply about family and always wished to have a family with you only. then, his gaze snapped back to the door.
he reached behind you to the door knob, but you reacted faster. you held his hand mid-air and pulled it back.
"don't."
the air shifted between you two. hesitation flickered in rin, but he pushed past you, heading towards the living room where the conversation was still bubbling. you were flooded with second hand embarrassment. god, you didn't want this to be a matter involving rin's extended family.
after a couple minutes, rin returned to you, your bag was slung over his shoulder and he held your jacket.
"...come on," he muttered, grabbing your wrist again. "we're getting out of here."
you didn't dare to meet anyone's eyes as you two exited, not even sae—who was the only person you respected in rin's family.
outside, you felt lighter. there was no judgement and no pressurizing expectations suffocating you. rin opened the car door for you without a word, shutting it behind you once you entered the expensive vehicle. he drove away as soon as he got into the driver's seat.
the car ride was silent until rin spoke up.
"don't let their demands bother you. they have no right to ask anything from you and you don't owe them anything, especially children," rin muttered, keeping his eyes on the road ahead as he drove swiftly through the highway.
you exhaled shakily. "i am afraid of getting pregnant and i think hearing them talk about it like it's expected just made everything worst for me."
rin tore his gaze away from the road, glancing at you for a split second, only to look away immediately. his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.
"i'm sorry," you muttered. "i know how you also cherish family, but something about pregnancy doesn't feel right.. for me at least."
"don't apologize," rin replied. "there's nothing to apologize for."
"if it scares you," he continued, "then it's not happening. end of story."
rin left no room for argument. that made you feel worst, like you were being selfish.
"...what if it's something you really want?" you asked quietly.
rin hummed, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. "you're my family so it doesn't matter."
"you're the one i want anyway."
𝄞𝄢 itoshi sae.
sae notices patterns. even with a shallow observation, sae understands if something is wrong. he doesn't need dramatic signs or obvious changes. he picks up on the smallest of things, even with something as simple as a glance.
so when you start avoiding sex, he knows something is up with you.
you're subtle—pulling away earlier than usual, changing the subject whenever he leaned too close, claiming you're "tired" several times throughout the day.
sae didn't brush these signs off because he knew you weren't the type to hide away from intimacy, especially with him—especially when things were good.
and things were good between you too.
there was only one answer to this problem; something you were facing alone. but he also didn't corner you for answers, only patiently waiting for you to open up to him.
when he finally realizes that he needs to interfere — that staying silent is just causing the problem to grow and grow — it's too late. you've distanced yourself from him a lot.
you're sitting beside him on the couch. the living room was silent except for the tv playing a long forgotten soccer match in the background. sae's attention was glued onto you, but yours was on anything but him.
"...you've been distancing yourself lately," sae said. his words were calculated. he knew what he was starting.
"what are you talking about?" you laughed awkwardly, finally putting your phone down to look at him. "i haven't."
sae raised an eyebrow. "you have."
you swallowed a tight lump forming in your throat. sae left no room for argument or denial. his tone was filled with certainty, making it harder for you to deflect.
"..i'm just tired," you sighed. you've been reusing the same excuse every single day. there wasn't any better excuse anyway.
"you're too tired to have sex with me?" sae scoffs.
"no—!" your cheeks flushed pink. "it's not like that at all!"
"really? then what's your reasoning for avoiding me all the time?"
you puffed your cheeks nervously. you knew that at one point you'd have to come clean to sae about why you were practically running away from him every moment of the day.
"...well it's just i'm scared of getting pregnant," you quickly mutter. your words feel too loud in the quiet room.
sae doesn't react outwardly, but he doesn't dismiss your words either.
"elaborate."
"i don't know how to explain it properly," you admit. "there's no real reason. pregnancy just terrifies me—the idea of it, my body changing, and losing control over my life."
your voice grows quieter as you ramble on and on to sae who listened attentively the entire time, his gaze unwavering.
"...and i'm so afraid of everything that comes after," you shudder.
sae leans back on the couch, processing all your words.
"hm. tokophobia?"
"yeah," you nodded.
"how severe?" sae asks. there was no judgement in his tone. he was simply curious, and more importantly, he wanted to understand you better.
"bad enough that i've been... avoiding you," you trail off.
sae nods and continues to listen to with 100% of his attention. he doesn't want you to feel ashamed. he understands where you're coming from.
"..that's why i don't want to.. y'know, because i don't want to—"
"we're using protection [name]," sae cuts you off.
"well what if one day we don't—!"
"i would never do anything like that without your consent." sae exhales softly and pulls you close so that your cheek was pressed against his cheek.
"you want a family.. and a kids, don't you?" you grip the end of his shirt, playing with the hem absentmindedly.
"and you think that requires you to go through something you're afraid of?"
you don't answer him. sae already knows what you're thinking.
"that would be irrational," he mutters.
"no one gets to make that decision for you," sae continues, "not me or anyone else."
"...even if it changes things between us?" your voice drops. just thinking about things between you and sae becoming rocky terrified you.
"things won't ever change between us," he hums.
"and if our future ever conflicts with your autonomy, then we adjust the future."
𝄞𝄢 micheal kaiser.
ever since things deepened with you and kaiser, he had a habit of talking late at night.
he never talked about his football career or his fame. kaiser would lay next to you, staring up at the ceiling and talk about one of his greatest desires—becoming a father.
you remembered the first time he opened up about his wish.
"i don't think i'd be a good father."
you turned to him immediately, clutching onto his arm. "what?! why?"
he scoffed bitterly and raked a hand through his hair, but didn't elaborate.
although he always hoped to raise a child, he feared the concept more. you knew why he was like this. he didn't want to be like his father and hurt his child the way he had been hurt.
you reassured him several times that he would never end up like that. he was way different from that bastard anyway. kaiser never believed you even though he wanted to. no matter how hard he tried, your words weren't very helpful.
what kaiser didn't know was that you were terrified too. you had a secret, something you've kept from him for a while now.
you never told kaiser—you couldn't tell kaiser. he was already so afraid of becoming a father. hearing news about him almost becoming father would break him even more.
you tried to bury everything away — the feelings and the fear — but it was difficult not to, especially when every time you saw kaiser, you could only think of your miscarriage.
the thought of pregnancy no longer felt hopeful. you felt scared about carrying a baby. you didn't want something like that to happen again. the baby could be taken away from you any moment. your body could fail you again. pregnancy would only end in loss.
the miscarriage is where it all started—your quiet, suffocating fear which you couldn't explain at all, but was killing you slowly.
kaiser noticed the shift within you, especially when you avoided him whenever he began talking about raising a family. normally, you would've looked at him with stars in your eyes, engaging in the conversation and joking about naming your first son after ness.
"what are you hiding from?" he asked one day, tearing his gaze away from the ceiling to look at you instead. you were laying on your side, back turned to him. his question came out blunt and sharp, digging into places you wished would stay buried forever.
"i am not hiding from anything," you responded.
"oh yeah?" kaiser's eyes narrowed. "then why does it always feel like i'm losing you whenever we speak about our future."
"it's nothing, micheal."
"then say that to my face."
the thing is, you couldn't. even when you tried to, you could never force the words out of your chest.
"schatz. quit shutting me out and talk to me." kaiser gently tugged on your arm and rolled you over so you were facing him. he stared at you with a heavy look in his eyes. something about his gaze — the ego and confidence absent — shattered you. kaiser always softened himself around you, showing you the 'real' him, while you still kept your guard up.
you broke completely, sobbing while explaining to him everything that happened—the day you found out you were pregnant, the excitement you carried, your plans to tell him, and the unfortunate outcome.
"i didn't tell you because i didn't want to worry you more. you're already terrified of being a father," you sniffled.
kaiser didn't react at all. his face was expressionless, eyes lacking any form of emotion. that scared you even more.
"say something," you choked out. "will you?"
"you went through that all alone," kaiser finally spoke, voice lower than usual. his jaw tightened, frustration at himself throbbing through his veins.
kaiser's hands hesitantly reached for your stomach before resting his hands on the skin. the entire time, he thought about children only through his lens. he never thought about you and only now did he realize that you were the more vulnerable one.
kaiser felt ashamed and guilty. he wasn't there for you when you needed him the most.
"...liebe, you shouldn't have gone through that alone," he muttered.
"i didn't want to burden you," you weakly responded, tears still poured out of your eyes as you spoke.
"you think that is a burden?" kaiser scoffed. his hold on your stomach tightened. "that's exactly the kind of thing i'm supposed to be there for."
kaiser pulled you closer till your chest was pressed against his. for a while, neither of you spoke. you basked in each other's presence—you crying while kaiser took in everything and provided comfort.
"...we're never doing anything you're afraid of," kaiser murmured.
“i mean it,” he continued, “pregnancy, kids—whatever. If it messes with you like this, it’s not happening unless you decide it.”
"micheal—”
“i don’t need it,” kaiser added “i don’t need any of it.”
his gaze locked onto yours, firm and steady. "i need you only.”
“and if we ever do think about something like that again,” he continued, his voice quieter now, “it’s on your terms. not fear.”
“…okay,” you whispered. your chest swelled with appreciation and gratitude for kaiser. he brushed his thumb lightly against your cheek, almost absentmindedly.
“…next time, don’t shut me out."
aabi's note: hello angels. tokophobia, the fear of pregnancy, is a real phobia that many women face every single day. it was really interesting to write about this topic, but i do hope my writing is not insensitive or disregards any aspects to tokophobia/pregnancy in general. if there is any thing i did wrong, please kindly let me know. you can find this request here.
