HELLO,I was wondering if you could do blue lock with a super clingy and loving gf,like she always want to bug them kiss them! (include hugo and charles PLS)
𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘆 & 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘆 - 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀
⤷ 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ you're love being super clingy towards the boys, always touching them and showing your affection and love towards them! always smooching them and hugging them. how would they react to this?
⤷ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ego jinpachi ৴ michael kaiser ৴ sae itoshi ৴ isagi yoichi ৴ rin itoshi ৴ bachira meguru ৴ nagi seishiro ৴ shidou ryusei ৴ chigiri hyoma ৴ don lorenzo ৴ aoshi tokimitsu ৴ mikage reo ৴ bunny iglesias ৴ hugo ৴ charles chevalier
ego wouldn't mind if you were clingy, he would let you be.
from the very beginning, he never stopped you when you leaned into him. when you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, cheek pressed softly against his back, he would pause for just a second—then continue what he was doing. no complaints. no pushing you away. he accepted it like it was something natural, something expected.
you were always touching him in small, loving ways. fingers tugging lightly at his sleeve.
hands resting on his chest. gentle hugs that came out of nowhere just because you wanted to be close. you liked kissing his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his lips like soft kisses that asked for nothing but gave everything.
“you’re very attached.” ego would say calmly.
yet his hand would still come up, resting on your back, keeping you there.
when he worked, you followed without thinking. you’d sit beside him at first, then slowly lean in until your head rested on his shoulder. sometimes you’d climb into his lap, arms around his neck, relaxed like that was exactly where you belonged.
“…this is distracting.” he’d say flatly.
instead, he adjusted himself so you were comfortable. one arm wrapped around your waist, firm and steady, holding you close on purpose. when you shifted like you might move away, his grip tightened just a little.
you loved hugging him for a long time. tight hugs. warm hugs. the kind where you pressed yourself against him like you didn’t want to let go. you’d mumble soft things into his shoulder, telling him you liked him, that you missed him even if you’d seen him earlier.
on days when you were extra loving, following him around, holding onto his arm everywhere, kissing him whenever you passed, he noticed. he noticed the warmth. the weight of you against him.
one night, you hugged him from the front, face buried in his chest, arms tight like you never wanted to move.
“…you’re comfortable here?” he said quietly.
“yeah..” you whispered. “i like being with you.”
his hand rested on the back of your head, fingers sliding gently through your hair. “…do whatever you want.”
michael loves when you're clingy. and sometimes he would be desperate if you arent clingy enough.
whenever you come to see his games, when it ends he expects you to run to him, kissing him and hugging him.
when the moment comes, the final whistle blows, and the noise of the crowd fades in his head. cheers, cameras, teammates calling his name it all becomes distant.
michael’s eyes immediately search the stands, focused and intent, looking only for you, his heart still racing even after the match is over.
when he spots you, standing there with that familiar smile, his shoulders ease without him realizing it.
he waits. one second. two.
if you don’t run to him right away, his brows draw together, irritation mixing with something uneasy. "why aren’t you coming yet?" he wipes the sweat from his face, pretending he doesn’t care, but his gaze stays locked on you the entire time.
the moment you finally rush toward him, everything settles.
your arms wrap around him, tight and warm, and michael lets out a laugh, hands gripping your waist like he needs to feel you there. he presses quick kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips— happy kisses that come from pure relief.
“there you are..” he murmurs softly.
your fingers clutch his jersey, wrinkling the fabric, and he loves it. loves the proof that you want him close, that you’re not pulling away.
after that, you’re always attached to him. walking beside him with your arm looped through his. leaning into his chest while he talks. sitting on his lap whenever you get the chance, like it’s the most natural place for you. michael doesn’t hide it—he stands a little taller, proud.
“yeah,” he says with a grin, “that’s mine.”
when you’re extra affectionate, he gets playful. he pulls you closer by the waist, tilts your chin up just to kiss you again, smiling when you cling tighter. “don’t stop..” he says. “i like this.”
but on days when you’re quieter—when your hugs are shorter, when you stand a little farther away—michael notices immediately.
his smile falters just a bit.
“…did i mess up?” he asks, voice lower than usual.
even if you reassure him, he watches you closely. the second you hug him again, pressing yourself into his chest, his arms come around you fast, firm, certain.
“good,” he mutters, resting his chin on your head. “i need that.”
sae acts like he doesn't care, but deep down he gets flustered and it's cute to see.
he keeps his expression calm straight face when you cling to him.
when you slip your hand into his or lean your weight against his shoulder, he barely reacts. just a brief glance in your direction, as if reminding himself to stay composed.
but you notice everything.
the faint pink at the tips of his ears when you hug him from behind. the way his body stiffens for a moment before easing into you. how his voice drops lower when you press a kiss to his cheek without warning.
“you’re being excessive..”
that evening, when he comes home from practice, exhausted and sweaty, you’re already waiting at the door. the second he steps in, you rush to him, arms wrapping tightly around his waist, face pressed against his chest, pressing little kisses along his shoulder and neck.
sae freezes for a heartbeat, taken off guard, before his hands come up to rest gently on your back, steadying you.
he mutters it quietly, like he’s half-scolding you but also half admitting how much he likes it.
you don’t let him go, though. your fingers thread through the hair at the back of his neck, tugging him slightly closer.
he exhales, soft and low, and tilts his head down, resting lightly against yours.
he doesn’t say it, but you can feel it—the warmth in his chest, the way his body relaxes into yours the longer you hold him. he sometimes tightens his arms around you, almost unconsciously, making sure you’re as close as possible.
when you pull back just a little, he immediately leans in, nudging you back, eyes softened, voice low.
you giggle, burying yourself against him again, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. he’s still calm on the surface, still collected, but the subtle flush on his cheeks, the slight tremble in his fingers, shows how much he’s affected by your affection.
on days when you’re quieter, when you let him get a head start before hugging him, he notices instantly. he doesn’t complain.
he doesn’t rush you. but he stays closer, brushes his fingers along yours, tilts his head to watch you, making sure you’re still here, still yours.
every kiss, every hug, every time you press yourself against him at home—it melts him more than he would ever admit.
isagi loves when you're clingy, it shows how much you really love him. and each time you do end up being clingy, he ends up being a lover boy. he also ends up yearning for your clinginess.
from the moment you wrap your arms around him, he melts. your warmth, your scent, the way your fingers press lightly into his shirt—it all makes his chest tighten in a way he can’t control.
he’ll bury his face in your hair, breathing you in, letting his hands roam over your back and sides, memorizing the way you fit against him.
when you hug him from behind, his heart races. he can feel your cheek pressing into his shoulder, your arms squeezing him like you don’t want to let go.
he presses back without thinking, tightening his grip on your waist, rocking you gently like it’s instinct. your warmth fills him, and he lets himself sink into it completely.
if you kiss him softly, he forgets everything else.
he leans into you, tilts his head, returns every kiss with just as much care, murmuring soft things against your lips and words meant only for you, words that make your heart race. every touch from you sparks a need to touch back, to hold you closer, to never let go.
when you’re clingy after a long day, waiting for him as he walks through the door, exhausted from practice, he can’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.
he’s barely able to take off his shoes before you’re in his arms, wrapping yourself around him, head resting against his chest.
he lets out a long sigh, feeling at home in your embrace, running his hands over your back as if to remind himself that you’re real.
on days when you’re extra affectionate, he becomes almost desperate for more. he nudges you closer, presses kisses along your shoulders, your neck, your forehead, murmuring low, soft praises, words that make you melt, words that tell you he’s yours completely.
he brushes your hair back from your face just to look at you, memorizing every detail.
and when you’re not clingy enough, he notices immediately. his eyes follow you, tracking every step.
his hands twitch as if he wants to pull you in. he leans toward you in small, unconscious ways, subtly letting you know he needs to feel your closeness.
he whispers it sometimes, just barely audible, voice soft but full of need, eyes searching yours like he’s asking you to stay pressed against him forever.
rin acts like he doesn't mind, but deep down he loves when you're clingy. especially when he finishes a match and you praise him with love and clinginess, he sometimes ends up blushing.
after the final whistle blows, rin’s chest is still pounding from the game, sweat running down his neck, muscles sore, and he barely notices anything else—until he sees you waiting for him.
your eyes light up when you spot him, your arms already reaching for him, and suddenly everything else fades.
when you rush toward him, he stiffens for a moment, caught off guard by how quickly your warmth wraps around him.
your arms circle his neck, pressing his face into your shoulder, soft kisses peppering his jaw and temple, and he feels that familiar pull in his chest. his hands hover for a second before settling on your waist, steadying you, grounding himself in the reality of you being right there.
he mutters quietly, voice low and a little rough, almost shy, because he knows he likes it more than he’s willing to admit.
your fingers trail over his shoulders, down his arms, gripping lightly as if you never want to let go.
every tiny touch sends heat rushing through him, making him aware of how much he wants to return the affection. he leans into you, tilting his head, pressing his lips briefly to yours, soft and careful at first, but each kiss grows bolder as he relaxes.
after practice, when he’s sweaty and tired, you never hesitate to cling to him.
your face buries into his chest, arms squeezing him like you’re drawing him closer, your warmth wrapping around him, and rin’s fingers dig lightly into your back, almost unconsciously. the blush creeps onto his cheeks, spreading as he realizes just how good it feels to be held like this.
even when you whisper praise in his ear, telling him how proud you are, how much you love watching him play, rin’s throat tightens.
"you did good rin! i am so proud of you, you were so cute playing!"
he wants to tell you to stop, but he can’t—not because he’s annoyed, but because the affection overwhelms him in the best way.
he presses one hand to your cheek, tilting your head so he can kiss you properly, slow and lingering, murmuring soft things you can’t quite hear but that make his chest feel full.
on days when you’re quieter, when your hugs are shorter or less frequent, he notices instantly.
he’ll find little ways to pull you closer without saying anything, just a hand brushing your waist, a shoulder nudging yours, soft touches that remind you—and him of the closeness he craves.
he murmurs sometimes, barely audible, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes soft but intense, a blush still lingering on his face.
oh boy… don’t even get me started with bachira. he loves and craves your attention and clinginess towards you. during his day off that blue lock allowed him to have, he spends it with you.
from the moment he wakes up, he’s already looking for you. even if you’re still sleepy in bed, he crawls closer, wrapping his arm around your waist, pressing his cheek to yours, nuzzling lightly as if he’s claiming his favorite spot.
he grins mischievously when you groan and roll over, your hands clutching his shirt unconsciously.
he mutters with mock annoyance, but his eyes are bright, almost pleading, because he needs to feel you close.
throughout the day, every little movement you make is an invitation for him to cling. when you reach for the water bottle, he’s behind you, arms slipping around your waist, head resting on your shoulder.
when you try to sit at the table alone, he’s immediately by your side, leaning into you, pressing light kisses along your temple and jaw as he whispers something silly just to make you laugh.
he grins, but his tone is soft underneath, almost vulnerable. he loves being near you. craves it. he’s desperate for the warmth of your body pressed against his, the feel of your hands on his chest or shoulders, the tiny kisses you leave along his face.
when you sit down on the couch, he immediately pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you, fingers digging just a little into your sides as he buries his face in your neck.
he hums contentedly, closing his eyes, letting your clinginess fill him up in a way nothing else ever could.
he whispers, voice low and teasing, but every word drips with longing. he wants you close, wants to feel every second of your attention and love directed at him.
if you try to get up or walk away, he’s immediately there, grabbing your hand, pulling you back down into his arms. he leans his forehead against yours, eyes sparkling, a grin tugging at his lips.
“i’m not sharing you with anyone else!!!”
nagi would definitely feel like your kisses and hugs motivate him.
he’s sometimes a lazy person, always sprawled on the couch with his phone in hand, fingers swiping through games or scrolling endlessly. but the moment you tease him—tell him no hugs or kisses if he doesn’t go to practice—his entire posture changes.
"nagi! you have practice again. you have to go, you can't skip again.. no hugs or kisses for a week if you don't go to practice!"
suddenly, that lazy expression fades, replaced with focus, determination, almost like your words are a challenge he has to beat. he feels like your affection is a prize, and missing it? a threat he can’t ignore.
when he finally drags himself to practice, he moves faster than usual, not because he’s excited about drills, but because he wants that warmth back.
and the second he comes home, tired and sweaty, he’s already scanning for you. the moment your arms wrap around him, pressing him into a tight hug, he melts immediately, letting out a low, content sigh.
your lips brushing against his cheek or jaw make him stiff for half a second before he relaxes completely, tilting his head to return your affection.
“you’re not letting me off easy, huh..”
he mutters, voice rough but playful, still holding onto you as if afraid you might vanish.
your fingers trace lightly over his shoulders and down his back, and he presses closer instinctively, nuzzling his forehead into yours. he loves the feel of your hands, the weight of your arms, the way you cling like you’re claiming him just as much as he’s claiming you.
if you pull back even slightly, nagi immediately leans into you again, adjusting so your bodies are pressed tighter, whispering,
he almost growls it softly, because he can’t help it—he’s addicted to your warmth, to your closeness.
on lazy days when he tries to sneak in extra phone time, he notices you watching him, the pout on your lips or the way your arms fold in mock disappointment.
that alone makes him drop everything, rushing to wrap his arms around you, burying his face into your neck as he murmurs,
he may act lazy, disinterested, distracted most of the time, but with your clinginess? it turns him into a desperate need for your affection, leaning into every hug, craving every kiss, and sometimes even just staring at you while you cling like he can’t get enough.
shidou would heavily be cocky and show off to everyone how much you love him.
the moment you cling to him in public, he can’t help but smirk. when you wrap your arms around his waist or press your cheek to his shoulder, he leans into you just enough so everyone can see you’re his.
he loves the way you press yourself against him, how your fingers curl into his shirt, holding him like he’s yours completely. each kiss you plant on his cheek or jaw makes his smirk grow, sharp and teasing, as if daring anyone to think they can compete with him.
he says it loud, pride dripping from every word, eyes scanning the room to make sure everyone sees.
he pulls you closer without thinking, hand at the small of your back, fingers pressing gently, holding you in place like a trophy he refuses to let anyone touch.
after practice or training, when he’s sweaty and breathing heavy, you run to him, arms wrapping tight around his neck, and he laughs, loud and playful, pressing quick kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw. he tilts his head, letting you nuzzle against him, murmuring,
“don’t stop, you belong to me.”
your warmth drives him wild, the clinginess he usually teases you for suddenly feeding a deeper, more desperate need in him. he can’t stop holding you, can’t stop pressing little touches along your arms, your back, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.
even when you try to pull away, he doesn’t let go. his hand slides to your waist, his thumb brushing over your skin, and he leans down to whisper in your ear,
“you think anyone else could have you? wrong”
sometimes he’s cocky for show, teasing and dramatic in front of others. but when it’s just the two of you, he melts slightly, softening against you, pressing his forehead to yours, still holding you close.
and then there are the games. the matches against rival teams—where he's aggressive.
when one of the opposing players smirks and mentions you, calling you theirs or even jokingly teasing about “his girl,” shidou’s snaps.
the grin vanishes, replaced with sharp eyes and clenched fists. his muscles tighten, his movements becoming sharper, faster, almost violent. every pass, every tackle, every shot becomes more forceful, more reckless.
he yells on the field, not just at the ball, not just at the game, but at anyone near him, throwing himself into every play.
his teammates see, try to hold him back, or even tell him to calm down, but it doesn't work. he only sees the offense against you, his possessiveness is into every strike and sprint.
after the match, whether he wins or loses, he storms straight to you, grabbing your hand, pulling you into a fierce hug, pressing his forehead to yours, teeth clenched as he mutters,
“don’t let anyone say that about you again..”
and when he finally calms down, he rests his hands on your shoulders, brushing a stray hair from your face, still breathing hard, but softening, letting the clinginess you offer wash over him.
chigiri is really grateful for your love, especially your support and encouragement of his achievement of becoming the best striker in the world by overcoming his fear of reinjuring his leg and embracing it.
he still remembers the days after his ACL tore. the confidence that had carried him through every drill and every game, was easily destroyed.
the boys who had once respected him started mocking him, teasing him for his injury.
he became afraid—afraid of stepping onto the field, afraid of losing what made him who he was.
soccer that was once his passion, became anxiety. he felt trapped in a shadow of himself, and when the invitation to blue lock came, he almost accepted it as an excuse to quit, to surrender instead of accepting it, searching for a reason to give up rather than continue chasing his dream.
you never let him down. you saw his fear, his doubt, but you never judged. instead, you praised him for the smallest victories—the first time he jogged without pain, the first controlled kick, the first time he laughed at himself instead of cowering from failure.
your words were steady, warm, and full of faith in him.
“you’ve still got this chigiri!! i believe in you!” you’d say, eyes bright, voice soft but firm, “don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. this is who you are. you’re not done yet!”
and slowly, he started believing it again. slowly, your encouragement became the key that allowed him to face his fears.
he began to reclaim his ego, his ambition, his stubborn persistence. every time you hugged him, kissed him, told him he was capable, he felt the confidence he feared lost start to return.
he embraced the pain, the challenge, the fear of failing.
now, after all of that, he’s a different force on the field. he pushes himself harder, faster, sharper, because he knows he can, because he must, because your faith in him will always be there to catch him if he fails.
when he sees you after a match, running into his arms, clinging to him, praising him like he deserves, he melts completely.
“you did amazing!!” you whisper, brushing sweat and hair from his face, eyes shining with joy, “i knew you could do it. you didn’t let your fear control you!!”
he presses his forehead to yours, breath heavy, heart pounding, hands gripping your waist like he can’t get close enough.
“i… couldn’t have done it without you”
lorenzo also loves when you're clingy and loving towards him. he didn’t have a good childhood—abandoned as a child, left to survive however he could.
he learned to steal, to hide, to trust no one. it was a hard life, rough and cold, until snuffy found him, offered to pay for his golden teeth since he didn't have good teeth at that time. and ended up transforming his life.
and you?… you loved his golden grill. you would tease him, press your fingers gently against each tooth when you kissed him, your lips brushing along the gold.
his eyes would flicker with amusement, and something softer, something he never learned to show before you came along.
he melts when you cling to him, whether it’s at home or in private. when you wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head against his chest, he holds you close without hesitation.
your hands tracing along his jaw, over the golden teeth, make him laugh quietly, a low rumble in his chest, the kind of sound reserved only for you.
he mutters, voice rough but soft, leaning down to press a slow, teasing kiss to your forehead before brushing your hair back with care.
our fingers clutching his shirt, your closeness, it all reminds him that he’s loved, that he’s seen, that he’s finally safe.
when he comes home after a long day, tired and tense, you’re already waiting.
you rush to him, arms sliding around his waist, hands pressing into his back, and he sighs deeply, burying his face in your hair.
your kisses along his jaw and lips relax him more than he ever thought possible. the golden grill glints in the light as he smiles down at you, a little softer than usual.
“don’t ever stop..” he murmurs, voice low. because he’s not used to this kind of closeness, this kind of love, and it scares him just enough that he wants to hold onto it tighter.
even when he’s playful or cocky in front of others, your clinginess tethers him. he leans into you during quiet moments, presses little kisses to your hands, your cheeks, your lips, savoring every bit of attention and love you offer.
aoshi gets really nervous and shy and very timid when you show him affection, he isn’t used to this much love. but he never complains about it.
the moment your hand brushes against his, his chest tightens slightly, and his fingers stiffen before he slowly intertwines them with yours.
he avoids your eyes for a second, just long enough to hide the blush creeping across his cheeks, but the small smile that follows betrays how much he loves it.
he struggles with a lack of self-confidence, especially on the field.
even after training, when he’s supposed to take the shot or lead an attack, twisting his stomach into knots. his hands shake slightly on the ball, his legs feel heavier than usual, and his mind keeps replaying every mistake he’s ever made.
the anxiety is almost suffocating at times, and it makes him pause, freeze, and second-guess himself when the pressure is on.
your presence, your voice, your faith in him—it grounds him.
every time you reach out, your hand brushing against his, your warm smile, your soft, encouraging words, he feels the tension ease just a little.
“you can do this!” you whisper, fingers gently squeezing his shoulder, “i know you can score. i’ve seen you do it a thousand times..”
and slowly, it works. when he’s in a position to score a goal, that anxiety fades just enough for his instincts to take over. the ball at his feet feels lighter, the world narrows to just him and the net, and he moves almost without thinking.
and after the goal, when he looks to you and sees your bright, proud expression, the nervous tension drains completely, replaced with a warm sense of relief.
“that was amazing, aoshi! i knew you could do it. you were incredible out there!”
your praise fills him, makes him blush, makes him feel seen for who he truly is—not just a player, not just a perfectionist, but him, struggling and fighting and winning despite the fear.
he leans into your touch, pressing his forehead against yours, eyes softening, hands clutching yours tightly.
when he comes home from training or a match, still a little shaken from the moments of doubt, you’re already waiting. you rush into his arms, pressing yourself close, hands tracing along his back and shoulders, kisses pressed to his jaw, his temple, wherever you can reach.
“you were amazing today..” you murmur, holding him tighter. “every move, every step—you were perfect. i’m so proud of you!”
he lets out a shaky sigh, clutching you as tightly as he can. “i… i couldn’t have done it without you” he whispers, voice low, trembling.
reo would be really happy that you're clingy towards him; matter of fact, he’d crave it each day.
when you reach for him, wrap your arms around his neck, or press yourself against his chest, a small smile spreads across his face.
he leans into your touch quickly, and the way your fingers curl into his shirt makes his chest tighten in the best possible way.
when you press soft kisses along his jaw or collarbone, he can’t help but hum quietly, a low, pleased sound that betrays how much he enjoys it. he often tilts his head down to look at you, watching your expression, memorizing the little quirks in the way you smile or laugh when you cling to him.
he loves the intimacy of these small moments, how natural it feels to have you wrapped around him, needing him, wanting him close.
after a long day of practice or games, when he comes home exhausted, he almost always finds you waiting.
the moment he steps inside, your arms are already around him, pressing him into a tight hug, your head tucked against his chest.
reo stiffens slightly at first, unsure how to respond after a hard day, but the softness of your touch, the heat of your body against his, draws a sigh from him that he can’t suppress.
he presses back carefully, hands at your waist, feeling the steady beat of your heartbeat against him, letting the comfort of your presence fill the emptiness of fatigue.
he murmurs softly, voice low and slightly shy, yet every word is full of appreciation. even though he might act calm or collected in public, behind closed doors, your clinginess makes him feel cherished and seen in a way he rarely allows himself to feel.
on days when your affection isn't much as it use to be, he becomes a little greedy for more.
he presses his hands against your back, pulling you flush against him, resting his chin on your shoulder, murmuring little praises or gentle reassurances in return.
he loves the way you cling, the way you nuzzle against him, the subtle sounds you make when you kiss his neck or cheek—it all feeds a part of him that craves connection and reassurance.
even if you step back or hesitate, reo immediately leans closer, nudging your body against his, silently asking for your closeness. his eyes soften, and he murmurs quietly,
“stay with me a little longer”
reo melts entirely, holding you with a careful, lingering grip that says he never wants to let you go.
bunny would also give you the same treatment, with the smooching and hugs you give him. he doesn’t mind at all. in fact, he loves every second of it.
your hands on his shoulders, your arms wrapping around his neck, your little kisses along his jaw and cheek—they make him melt in ways he can’t hide.
especially when you kiss the big scar on his right cheek. he always tilts his head slightly, a small grin tugging at his lips, and hums low, letting you know he loves the attention.
when you trace your fingers over the scar while pressing your lips to it, he shivers just slightly, a mix of pleasure and amusement running through him.
“don’t… stop,” he mutters softly, voice rough yet affectionate, leaning into your touch. he’s not embarrassed by the scar at all, not with you.
your affection makes him feel seen, whole, and loved.
after a long day, when he comes home tired and sweaty, he’s almost always greeted by you.
when you're in his arms or hug him tightly, he laughs, a deep, warm sound that rumbles in his chest, and returns the embrace just as firmly.
his large hands cup your face, stroke your hair, or press against your back as if memorizing every inch of you while letting you hold him close.
he loves when you pepper little kisses along his jaw, the curve of his ear, and even along the scar. each one makes his chest swell, a little flutter running through him, and sometimes he can’t stop himself from teasing you lightly between kisses.
“i think you like my scar more than me” he jokes, but his voice carries but you know he means it playfully.
if you hug him, he hugs back just as tightly, sometimes pressing his cheek to yours, nuzzling, or wrapping his arms around you in a protective.
he hums low, a sound that always makes you smile, letting you know he’s enjoying every second of your closeness. when you pull back even a little, he gently tugs you closer, resting his forehead against yours, voice soft and teasing.
“don’t drift away from me..”
hugo acts like he doesn’t really care, but he also cares. as long as you’re there with him, he doesn’t care about the others or what’s going on around him.
when you lay next to him, he likes wrapping his huge thighs around your waist, holding you gently but firmly, making sure you can’t leave his side while cuddling.
the weight of him, and warmth makes you feel safe, and he notices how your body relaxes against his. it makes him smile quietly, the corners of his lips tugging up.
when you nuzzle your head against his chest, his arms tighten around you instinctively.
he presses a kiss to the top of your head, low and soft, almost a whisper. “don’t go anywhere,” he murmurs, voice rough but tender, as if the words are for himself just as much as for you. every gentle squeeze, every soft brush of his hand along your back tells you he’s fully present.
your hands tracing along his shoulders and chest make him hum in quiet contentment. he leans back slightly, letting you rest against him completely, feeling your warmth seep into him.
even the smallest gestures—a kiss on his cheek, your fingers brushing over his arm—send a subtle shiver through him, reminding him how much he needs you close.
after long days, when he’s tired from training or just life in general, he almost expects you to be there, waiting for him. the moment you run into his arms or curl up beside him, he smiles, genuine and unguarded, and pulls you closer with his thighs still keeping you in place.
your warmth, your heartbeat against his, your soft murmurs of love and comfort—everything about your presence calms him, quiets the tension he carries all day.
sometimes he pretends not to notice, acting distant or distracted, but the second you slip your hand into his or press your forehead to his chest, he freezes for a heartbeat, then tightens his hold like he’s afraid you might vanish.
“stay here..” he whispers, almost growling, but the roughness in his voice is mixed with softness, a clear sign of how much he cherishes your closeness.
hugo loves when you cling to him, when you show your affection freely.
it makes him affectionate in return—he’ll pepper kisses along your head, jaw, and shoulders, his hands roaming carefully over your back, making sure you feel as secure as he does.
he’ll hold a book in his hands, reading quietly, and he loves how you’ll nuzzle against him and plant soft kisses on his cheeks and jaw as he reads. and surprisingly, it doesn’t distract him.
even when he acts like he doesn’t care about anything else, your touch, your hugs, your closeness are the only things that truly matter.
charles is childish and disrespectful, but towards you and especially your love and affection? he never takes advantage of it.
the moment you approach him with a hug or a soft kiss, his usual smirk softens, and he lets himself melt just for you.
he might tease you lightly at first, but the second your hands touch his face or your arms wrap around his neck, his eyes soften, and he leans into your warmth without hesitation.
when you nuzzle against him or plant a kiss on his cheek, he closes his eyes for a heartbeat, savoring the small but gesture.
the way your fingers trace along his jaw or curl into his hair makes him shiver lightly, a reaction he rarely shows to anyone else. he loves that your affection is so genuine, because it makes him feel safe.
the second he sees you waiting, arms open, your smile bright, he grins genuinely, crouches slightly to let you cling to him, and wraps his own arms around you, holding you close.
your warmth presses against his chest, your heartbeat steady against his, and he inhales deeply, closing his eyes, letting himself feel entirely yours.
“don’t go anywhere.. okay?” he murmurs softly, voice low and almost shy, though the usual hint of mischief lingers.
every hug, every gentle squeeze, every soft kiss you place on him reassures him in ways words never could. he loves feeling your affection directed at him, and it makes his usual cocky, playful melt into something softer.
when you press closer, your arms around his waist or your lips against his jaw, he tilts his head down, pressing soft kisses along your forehead and cheeks in return.
he hums quietly, a low, content sound, letting you know he’s enjoying every second of your closeness. even when he teases or jokes, it’s always tempered by a tenderness reserved just for you.
and when you’re in his lap, cuddling, pressing gentle kisses along his face while he holds you close, he feels an unmatched peace.
he might pretend to be on his phone or play with something nearby, but his eyes constantly flick to you, and the small, soft smiles he gives you show how much he cares for these moments.
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