Can i request bllk boys (whoever you want + kaiser💕) reaction to reader who tattoed their names on her thigh pls 🙏 ty ilysm💖<3
☆ xo tatted all over her body ☆
various!bllk x reader (implied f! reader)
- isagi, bachira, rin, nagi, kaiser, ness, sae, bunny
an: hii! tysm for ts request i loved it! i hope u like ts, ilysm 2 <3
tw: suggestive content in some areas, swearing
he saw you off earlier that evening, pulling you into a deep kiss before watching you slide into your friend's car
it was a rare break in your busy schedule, and you planned to enjoy yourself fully on your night out
isagi was happy for you, and tried to ignore the tightening of his pants as he watched you slip on a silky dress, pressing glittery powder onto your cheeks with a puff
hours passed, a pitch black horizon reflecting the neon lights from the city
there were none of your usual messages. isagi was just about to call when...
"yoiichii~" you sing his name as you stumble through the door, smelling of cherried perfume and leftover adrenaline.
"ugh, these heels are killing me." isagi smiled softly at your complaint, pulling you into a hug as you peeled off your shoes.
"fun night?" he teased, kissing the crown of your head.
"mhmm. super. look, i even brought back a present for you!"
raising his eyebrow, isagi pulled himself away from your neck. your fingers curled around the hem of your dress, and slowly lifted.
isagi was all smirk, a whistle about to slip past his lips as his hands moved towards your hips.
an graceful swirl of ink curled brazenly on your bare thigh. a name.
his name. stamped across your skin in bold, black, cursive.
isagi didn't even notice that he had fallen to his knees until he was at eye level with the print. didn't notice he stopped breathing until he let out an unceremonious choke.
"h... holy shit, babe." his breath fluttered ticklishly across your thigh, eyes wide and dilated on the letters. isagi's deep stare felt you feeling bare, goosebumps racing across flushed skin.
"is this real?" his deep ocean pupils finally moved, now locked with your own.
you nodded shyly, lips lifting up into a soft smile.
"like it??" isagi groaned, dragging a hand down his face. it was abnormally flushed.
"babe, i fucking love it." his palms gripped your thigh tightly, handprints pressing themselves beside the dark letters.
isagi kissed each individual letter, then your thigh, moving up until he reaches your lips again.
"i... i don't know what to say." he breathed in your ear.
"thank you. you're amazing. fucking beautiful. god, i love my name on you, princess." even a tornado outside his window wouldn't have taken his eyes off your leg in that moment.
pulling you into a hug, isagi squeezed tight before scooping you into his arms.
"i won't ever let you regret this." he stares deep into your eyes as he swears. you believe him, letting his strong arms carry you into the bedroom.
as the inked letters catch his eye once more, isagi stares at the ceiling, praying to the heavens for strength to get him through the night.
you were going to the store to get snacks for movie night, he was going to mcdonalds to get dinner and drinks
but when you're not back an hour later from what should have been a 20 minute trip, bachira starts getting worried
he spams your phone, trying everything from calling to sending texts in different languages in case you got kidnapped by aliens
bachira was about to run over to the store himself when he hears the a familiar click of the front door...
"i'm bac-" the words don't even get a chance to exit your mouth before a blur of black and yellow collides into your chest, knocking the wind out of you.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEEN??" bachira wails into your shoulder, putting on an oscar worthy performance of dramatic sighs and loud sobs.
"i. was. worried. sick!" he peppers your face with kisses between each word.
you laugh, about to answer when bachira jumps for a hug again, this time knee striking your upper thigh. you hiss, skin still tender from your needled surprise.
bachira immediately stills, backing away as his faux theatrics morphs into genuine concern.
"are you okay? are you hurt? did i do something?" his eyebrows knit together, sunshine eyes pouting up at you like a puppy.
you bite back a smile, instead choosing to nod along sadly, pulling the corners of your lips down into what hopefully seemed like a painful frown.
"yes... megs, its hurts so much right here." you point at your thigh.
"can you please check what's wrong?"
bachira nods diligently, long fingers gently rolling up the leg of the sweatpants you stole from his closet. he carefully slides the fabric past your thigh, and freezes at what he sees.
his name. on your thigh. stenciled in a playful, alluring font, letters looping back and forth to form bachira meguru.
the man stays frozen, unmoving, for minutes. you begin to worry you broke him. then he lets out a choke, coughing repeatedly as he hits his chest, trying to breath normally again.
when bachira looks up at you again from the ground, his eyes glassy. his bottom lip trembles, and he presses your hand against his cheek.
"i love you." he sniffles out his confession.
"so much. oh god, so much. are you sure about this? i don't want you to regret it. ...no, i'll try my hardest to not make you regret this." bachira frowns.
"not try. i won't. ...thank you for believing in me, in us, this much. i love you."
later in the night, he rests his head on your other thigh, staring at the letters for the nth time while softly tracing them with his finger. countless questions flow out as bachira presses cheeky kisses over the ink again and again.
"were you allowed to sleep while they inked you?"
"wait! this was on your thigh! was your artist a man or a woman? >:("
"do they have any other colors?"
little do you know, after you slept that night, bachira examines his body in mirror, turning this and that with a contemplative frown. finally, his fingers trace over the left half of his chest, right over his beating heart. bachira smiles softly. yes, it was the perfect place for your name to rest.
rin is suspicious the entire day
his eyes narrow when he wakes up and you're out of bed before him, giggling into your phone in the kitchen while the eggs were burning
his fingers drum on the table when you skip out the front door claiming to go get a manicure, which he knows is a lie because he books and pays for the appointments for you
rin huffs in annoyance when his texts go unanswered, unseen
the final straw was when he noticed you had unshared your location with him, and the poor man sits glowering at the kitchen table in the dark, waiting for...
the door swings open and you shuffle in, rays from the streetlights sneaking in behind you. you yelp as you turn on the lights, an ominous looking rin glaring at you from his seat by the table.
"oh my god rin, you scared me. why were you just sitting in the dark?" something about the look on his face made the smile slip off yours. you wondered if he finally discovered you were the one who ate all his yogurts two weeks ago.
"where were you?" he asked flatly.
"a manicure. i told you." you wriggle your fingers at him.
"wrong. those were from two days ago. you think i wouldn't notice?"
"ooh rinnie, you pay so much attention to me." you tease as you slide to straddle his lap, arms curling to wrap him in a hug.
rin tries to keep his body stiff, but you could his muscles relaxing under your touch. he sighs, hands coming up to hold your waist.
"where were you?" he asked again, gentler this time. "i was... worried." rin coughs out the sentiment with a small cough.
"i was getting stabbed repeatedly by a needle." you sniffed, wiping a nonexistent tear from the corner of your eye.
rin sat up straight so fast you almost fell off.
"are you sick? was it vaccines? why didn't you tell me? i should've come with you." his eyes search yours, glimmering with concern.
"because that would've ruined the surprise, you idiot."
rin glares at you as he nurses his fatal injury, but looks down curiously as you slip the hem of your skirt higher up your thigh.
rin is pretty sure his heart stopped for a solid three beats. maybe four. the hand on your waist instantly squeezes tighter as the other travels down, gliding over the surrounding skin, then, hesitantly, over the letters themselves.
they were tasteful; bold but not too thick, curled elegantly but not cursive. most important was what they spelled: rin itoshi, right there on your thigh, declaring, open, and unafraid.
rin didn't speak. he just continues thumbing your tattoo, stroking your thigh. you hum contently, leaning against his shoulder. his eyes never left the black ink.
rin was unsure. not about you, never about you. but he was unsure for you. scared you made the wrong choice. scared one day you'll wake up and decide you couldn't put up with him anymore, that he would be abandoned. that you would grow to hate and claw with bloodied nails at his mark on your thigh. rin pulls you into tight hug. he blinks. he realizes. what wrong choice? you're with him. a choice he would make sure was not a wrong one.
rin's steady touches soothed you, and soon you were dozing off.
"i love you." he murmurs in your ear.
and those were all the words that needed to be said.
nagi slept in. could you blame him? it was one of his rare days off.
between his naps, nagi only remembered three things
he remembers your whisper in his ear early afternoon
he remembers reo arguing with his cactus in his dream
he remembers your kiss on his cheek, the smell of disinfectant mixed with your scent..
when you returned home early evening, nagi was still sprawled over his crumpled sheets, dozing off. you scoffed with a smile.
"nagi." you shook his shoulder.
"nagii." you shook harder.
"mmm?" the man turned over onto his back, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.
"nagi, look. i wanna show you something." you whisper, excited.
"mhmm, okayy..." nagi almost didn't even open his eyes. but when he did, and got a good solid glimpse of what he was looking at, he perked up right away. you giggled; you've never seen him sit up so fast.
entranced, he reached for your leg, falling off his bed in the process.
"holy moly... bubs, is this real?" nagi pressed his face right up to the ink, eyes wide open, sleep long gone.
you nod. if only you could wake him up this efficiently every morning.
nagi seishiro. the letters were simple, thin, similar to some of the fonts he's seen in his video games. this detail warmed his heart.
she's so attentive... nagi thinks.
"wow... you really got my name permanently tatted on you? on your thigh at that? you must love me a lot..." he mumbles into your chest, arms wrapped snugly around you.
"says the one hugging me so tight i haven't been able to breathe for the past two minutes," you tease.
"mmm. you're right. i love you more. and the tattoo. i like it. a lot." with that, nagi returns to his bed, carrying you with him.
"thanks... for choosing to carry me with you. i won't disappoint you." he murmurs lazily, breath tickling your neck as his arms pulled you closer.
a beat goes by. then, nagi lets out a deep sigh.
"ugh, what a hassle. now i have to go get your name tattooed too."
nagi just lets out a small smile and presses a heavy kiss against your cheek.
it was a peaceful morning
kaiser woke up to the tickle of your fingertip trailing along his arm, soft touch circling the thorns curling around his bicep
smirking, he reached over to pull you in for hug only to be met with empty air
somehow you were already out of bed, dressed, and rushing out the front door with your familiar giggle
kaiser sighs with a smile, and slides his arm over his eyes, dozing off...
tattoos were personal for him. so when kaiser hears you clattering home one night, familiar smell of ink floating through the air, kaiser felt on edge. excited. nervous. was it something small and cute? or bolder, larger? but whatever he was imaging in his mind didn't prepare him the slightest bit.
because when kaiser sees his name stamped across your thigh in a bold regal cursive, he fucking loses his shit.
a low groan slips past his lips before his hand covers his mouth, eyes scouring every detail of the tattoo. he doesn't let it show, but he's combusting on the inside. kaiser smirks as he kneels to get a closer look, blue irises glinting with impression.
"mm, they did a good job. really captured the essence of my name." he whistles, thumb gliding over the letters.
kaiser trails chaste kisses along your thigh, which soon turn into a deep, open-mouthed make out session with your thigh. he drags his tongue over the sensitive skin, swallowing the leftover ointment. kaiser didn't care. he wanted to consume the letters. you.
"since when were you planning this? should've let me tag along, schatz."
"i only thought of it this morning," you twitched, his breath tickling your inner thigh.
"oh? mm, it's only right your first tattoo is of my name. you're the only one deserving of it. i love the way my name looks on you, darling."
for the rest of the night, kaiser never moved from his position between your legs.
you wondered if you would be able to walk the next morning.
when ness woke up, you were already gone
in your place was a post-it stating "have a lot of errands to run today, see you tonight, xoxo" in your handwriting
was he a little disappointed? yes
was he also a little suspicious because his birthday was tomorrow? yes
nonetheless, he waited patiently at home, trying not to let his excitement seep through...
"ness!" you exclaimed happily, bursting through the door.
"hi! you're back! how was your day?" he greeted you equally as happy, scooping you up into a hug.
"really good! i also have a surprise for you..." you trailed off, a gleam in your eye.
ness tilted his head, smiling.
"a surprise for today? not for tomorrow?" he teased.
"mhm, i didn't want you to think that i got this because it was your birthday. i got it because i've been thinking about it for a long time, and i love you."
now he was even more curious.
"i love you too! so... are you gonna show me what it is?" ness smiled, peeking past your shoulder.
"haha, it's not there, cutie. look here."
you unzipped your pants, pushing the waistband down past your hips in one smooth motion.
ness immediately yelped, hands rushing to cover his eyes despite peeping through them anyway. you laugh, stepping out of your sweats.
"oh! i didn't know it was that kind of surprise-"
you lightly slap the back of his head.
"what are you thinking, ness? i said look here."
his eyes followed your pointing finger, and when it lands on the fresh patch of ink on your thigh, he makes the most undignified noise you've ever heard.
ness' jaw drops, and he doesn't speak or move for a solid three minutes. genuinely. you counted. just as you were about to tap him out of his trance, ness collapses to hug your thigh. bawling.
"is this real? you... you really got my name tattooed on your thigh?" he marvels at the swirled alexis ness on your skin, voice a near whimper.
"mhm, i did. do you like it?"
"like it? no, no, much more. it's so... pretty. like you. i'm so grateful... so lucky. are you sure you want this?"
"more than anything, ness." you kiss the top of his head.
"i love it. thank you, thank you... you make me feel so loved..."
for the next few days, ness cuddles your leg to sleep, pressing a light kiss over your tattoo as he dozes off.
you realize something halfway through the inking session
as a man with firm opinions, you probably should've asked sae for his on tattoos before coming here
at least you've never heard him say anything negative about tattoos before. you think.
hoping for the best, you twist the key into the door of your shared apartment
you swear sae has a sixth sense, because he sighs disappointedly before you're even fully through the door.
"you reek of bad decisions. what'd you do this time?"
"...what do you mean? i haven't done anything." you smile innocently at him. he swore he almost saw a ring of light appear over your head. he rolls his eyes, closing the tv.
"you know i'm gonna find out one way or another, so you might as well tell me now. maybe there's still a way to fix it."
"depends on what it is..."
giggling, you pull up your skirt.
dark, elegant letters flashed across your thigh, flowing with every move of your muscle.
"think there's a way to fix this?"
sae stills. you weren't sure what he was expecting, but it clearly wasn't this. his eyes traveled your thigh before locking on his name etched across your skin.
"...is that real?" a whisper.
sae sighs again, this time breath shaky.
close up, he examines the ink closer, touching it with his fingers before giving it a light kiss.
"of course. do you like it?" his question carried a slightest of wavers.
sae breathes a sigh of relief as you nod once again, pulling you in flush against his chest.
"thank you for trusting me enough to get my name on your thigh. though with anyone else, it would've been a stupid decision."
you blink before laughing, not expecting such verbal sentiment from the man. he just sighs once again, bringing you closer until your lips touch.
it was supposed to be an innocent study session at the library
but one joke turned into another, giggles snowballing the situation until you and your friend sat inside a tattoo parlour (you were pretty sure it was illegally run)
now you fiddled with your hands outside your shared apartment, sighing before finally turning the key and stepping in
you weren't sure what bunny would think. he'd always been sensitive about things that marked the body.
you prepped yourself with a final deep breath, and stepped in.
"oh? you're back, mi vida." bunny greets you from the kitchen, setting down his cup to wrap you in an embrace and press a kiss to your forehead.
you giggle, pushing him away. the butterflies fluttered nervously inside your stomach.
"bunny... i need to show you something."
"mhm, go ahead." he leans back against the table, sipping his beverage with a small smile.
you wondered if he would remain that coolheaded after you lifted up your skirt.
as your fingers dragged up the fabric to reveal the fresh patch of ink printed across your thigh, bunny's eyes visibly widened; a rare display of emotion and surprise.
his cup slipped from his fingers.
"fuck." bunny fumbles, barely managing to catch the cup before it shattered across the tiles of your apartment. you watch, amused, as its contents spilled across the floor.
sighing, bunny rubs his temples as he sets the cup down on the table.
"my love, my heart, my life... what have you done now?" he shakes his head with a smile, pulling you closer to seat in his lap.
a thumb brushes across the strong letters, unmistakably spelling out his name in striking, classic letters. bunny iglesias, impossible to miss on your thigh.
his lips purse, and bunny lifts your face to face his.
"my love... are you declaring me a permanent part of your world?" his accent laid heavy on his tongue, eyes glimmering with uncertainty as he searched yours.
"i love you so much, but i do hope you don't come to regret it one day." bunny's hand circles the small of your back, lips locking yours in a deep confession. silent words passed between your tongues. everything that needed to be said, exchanged.
you pull away with a soft laugh, a string still connecting you two.
"well, are you gonna do anything that'll make me regret it?"
a scarce flash of warmth shone in his eyes.
"then we're all good. do you like it though?"
"more than you can imagine."
bunny looked down at your thigh again, ruby eyes examining the letters. he sighs heavily, pulling you into a hug.
"dios, the things you do to me."
divider credits to @anitalenia
afternote: excuse the bum header and bland parts i ran low on creative juices 🙏
