men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.
“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”
poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.
your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.
he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.
“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”
he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.
he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swore had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.
he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.
ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : first smut sweats .. can you tell i’m a sucker for big men who turn into a whimpering mess for you i’m sorry for any spelling mistakes in advance… i’ll check later after class !! （＾ω＾）
“I have a crush on my wife.” He thought to himself.
If he were to say this out loud, people would tell him “Well duh, you love her”, but having a crush is different from loving someone.
For him, he can never get enough of you because every second, it’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again.
You make him so giddy and nervous to the point where the constant feeling of butterflies is the only thing that makes him feel truly alive.
Every day is like a battle with several questions, like “How did I get so lucky” kind of questions, that are cramped inside his head, while every night is like a dream when you are in his arms.
His eyes always find their way to yours, completely mesmerized by you. He’ll have this curious look on his face, wondering what that pretty mind of yours is thinking about. And then he’ll quickly look away when you catch him staring.
Every time his phone buzzes, he instantly checks and hopes it’s you.
He is absolutely delusional for you. Always playing scenarios in his head where you go on dates, what he should say to you when he comes home, how much he wants to hold you….the list goes on and on.
He spends hours in front of the mirror to look just right because he knows you deserve the best. He’ll carefully readjust his collar multiple times and brush his hair just right, so he can look charming only for you.
He’ll never get used to how his name rolls off your tongue so perfectly or how pretty your lips look when you say I love you.
When he first met you, it was scary to think he developed a crush on someone. He didn’t know what to do and that ate him up every night.
Now, he sits beside you on the couch, stealing quick glances at you as you watch TV. He still can’t believe that you both have been married for 5 years now because it all feels like a fuzzy dream. He’ll awkwardly wrap his arm around your shoulders as if this were a first date. Even though you’re just wearing sweatpants and a stained t-shirt, his heart still beats fast for you.
When you turn to face him, his face flushes and he freezes. You giggle at him and ask him to pass you the remote. He complies and starts to feel antsy from the way your fingertips graze his skin when you’re just grabbing the remote from him.
He’ll then give you the “I want to lean in and kiss you” look, and when you finally notice those shy hints and give him what he’s been wishing for this whole time, time will utterly freeze over the both of you.
an: it’s been a hot minute since I did a multi character drabble, but here we are in 2025 and I love too many Blue Lock characters just to write about one at a time 🤭
premise: a good night’s sleep is not always a given, so how do they react when their sleep is interrupted?
warnings: female reader, pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie, woman (it’s affectionate I swear)), lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, a lil angst, not full NSFW but suggestive in places, mentions of nightmares, fear of infidelity, confused feelings, Sae being emotionally constipated, lots of cuteness (I hope 🥹)
Shouei grunted.
His brow scrunched as the sleep he had been luxuriating in began to recede. No matter how desperately he grasped at it, the threads slipped through his fingers until—thump!
An intense pain against his shin woke him.
The room was pitch black with no noise from passing traffic but there was a whimpering coming from the right of his body. Blinking, he twisted onto his side and the irritation that had been building in his chest dissipated almost immediately.
Your face greeted him.
A face he loved, cherished and adored above all others, but it was twisted into a grimace. He watched as your lips wobbled though your eyes were screwed tightly shut. Even with the limited light source he could make out the sheen of sweat covering your skin, and he reached out a hand to cup your cheek only to be kicked once more.
“Fuck! Christ… I’m meant to be the striker in this relationship,” he muttered vehemently from beneath his breath, palm furiously rubbing at the spot you had brutally attacked.
When you curled tighter into a ball, damn near trembling, he couldn’t stand it any longer.
Shouei reached out for you once more. “Baby… wake up.”
Your body relaxed into his touch, cheek nuzzling his rough palm like it was a comfort to be sought out. The corner of his lips quirked at the adorable display, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew what was causing you such distress.
“C’mon, come back to me,” he coaxed and finally adding a please when you seemed intent on refusing to rouse for him.
“Shou’—wassamatter?”
Goddammit, that shouldn’t make his heart flutter.
The sleep laced confused tone of your voice tugged at his heartstrings until the man known as the villain of the pitch was practically twittering like a love sick songbird.
“—thought you might tell me. You’ve been kicking the shit outta me for the past ten minutes. What’s going on?” he asked, softening his tone when your face flushed.
You burrowed into the pillow, fingers pulling the covers up to your chin and he had to fight to pull them back again. “Don’t go getting shy on me, woman.”
Huffing and puffing, you bit your lip but relented.
“It’s silly,” you whispered, only to be met with one sleek black eyebrow raised in coercion. He wasn’t going to let this go. “… was dreaming that some girls were hitting on you after a match,” you admitted grumpily, pouting out your bottom lip.
Barou snorted. It was just like you to be having a bad dream where your reaction was to fight back. That was his girl. His precious treasure.
Without warning he wrapped you up with his thickly muscled arms, drawing you into the centre of his chest where his heart thundered like a drum.
“No girl would dare. Not when you’ve got that kinda kick on you,” he teased with a gruff chuckle.
All you could do was cling to him; fingers digging into the meat of his back and shoulders like he was an anchor you needed to keep you sane. Your eyes shut slowly, soothed by the rumbling laughter in his throat. You trusted him implicitly so why did tears prick your eyes?
“Y’know I’d never entertain that shit, yeah? Got the only girl worth a damn right here in my arms, in my bed, in my… heart.”
You hiccuped, smiling into his skin and drinking in the cedarwood scent of his soap. Your fingers combed through the luscious length of his hair, humming contentedly as your heart lightened.
“It’s a big game tomorrow; the King needs his sleep. Cuddle me and keep me from assaulting those dumb girls in my dreams again.”
Shouei was more than happy to oblige.
Sae was not accustomed to being unable to accomplish something once he set his mind to it.
He was driven, self-motivated—perhaps not always for the right reasons—but he worked diligently to improve himself in all aspects that he considered important.
So why then did he find himself wide awake and silently seething?
From his seated position in the bed, he glanced down at your sleeping form. Your face relaxed, eyes fluttering as dreams no doubt coloured behind your lids, and your lips… so soft and perfectly kissable. He would blame you, but he couldn’t.
You might be the reason he was unable to find rest, but it was his lack of ability to form suitable words that irked him endlessly.
Three little words and they were lodged in his throat like an anvil in some stupid Saturday morning cartoon. You knew. He knew that you knew. Except it wasn’t the same as actually saying it, was it?
A tic worked in his jaw and as if sensing his ire, you grumbled and stretched. Cute little hands sought him out, eyes still closed but brow now knitted together when you felt for him and discerned that he was not lying down as he should be.
“Sae?”
“Hm.”
You blinked, rubbing at your eyes and shuffling closer until your head was lying in his lap. “It’s late, you should sleep.”
He agreed—wholeheartedly.
Sae looked upon you and felt the words rush through his brain at an alarming rate. Words that he couldn’t possibly voice, not yet, maybe not ever if he feared the worst.
Vulnerable was not an emotion he was used to, yet it beat against his brain. Licking across his suddenly parched lips, he mustered the ghost of a smile. It only resulted in your worried little mewl.
“It’s okay, I’m just thinking. Go back to sleep,” he said matter-of-factly.
His eyes cooled when you refused, choosing to continue the conversation he didn’t wish to engage with right now. “About what?”
A rogue thought of him grabbing you by the shoulders until your face was nose to nose with him struck across his temples like lightning. His every thought was centered on you, how could you not know?
At training.
In the shower.
When you were cuddled into his side and happily yapping about your day.
When you were chanting his name like a personal prayer, face twisted into bliss.
When he should be sleeping.
“It… it doesn’t matter. It can wait ‘til the morning.” Sae gave you no room to argue, scooting down the bed and drawing you beneath his arm. “Sleep.”
You yawned. Pretty eyes blinking up at him with that adorable little smile that only wrapped him further around your pinky finger.
“‘m gonna hold you to that, Sae.”
He made a noise in his throat and closed his eyes, mentally kicking himself for not having the strength to be completely honest with you.
Maybe tomorrow… he thought. Gods, he hoped.
Seishiro liked his sleep. Everyone knew that, and they also knew that once he was asleep it was almost impossible to wake him until he was good and ready.
That was why it was so odd that he found himself staring at the alarm clock on his bedside cabinet as it flashed a neon 3am message at him. For a moment, he simply blinked at the glow, wondering if he did it enough times that it would eventually make sense or he’d fall over again, but it was no use.
Did he need to pee? Was he thirsty? Too hot? Too cold? Need an extra pillow?
The answer to each was no, and that only made his brow furrow deeper in confusion. He moved to turn over, expecting to find your sleeping form by his side so he could drag you backwards into the embrace of his body, but he stopped short.
His fingers met only cold sheets where you should be and his heart lurched. It was three in the morning, why weren’t you in bed? And if you weren’t in bed where the hell were you?
Only now did he realise that your absence had been the catalyst to his waking. Like a comfort blanket, Nagi had long known that he slept best when he was touching some part of you and it wasn’t like you seemed to mind either. An arm over your waist. A leg between yours. His palm anchored at your chest.
Sleepily, hands rubbing at his fatigued eyes, he made his way from the bedroom to search for you. It didn’t take him long when the soft glow from beneath the living room door beckoned him forward, and he found you huddled in a blanket on the couch.
“Whatchu doing up?” he asked blearily, ignoring the little jump you gave at his sudden appearance.
“Oh—‘shiro. What are you doing up?”
Nagi frowned, rounding the couch and settling by your side until his head rested on your shoulder. “I asked you first.”
Your fingers raked through the pure snow of his hair, humming at how to word it so he wouldn’t worry but ultimately deciding on honesty.
“Nightmare,” you admitted with a subtle shrug.
“And you didn’t wake me?”
Silly man… he was like a rock once he was out. Plus, why would you want to worry him with a silly nightmare that now you were awake you could reason out it was total nonsense?
“You sleep deep, pookie… and it was silly nonsense.”
Seishiro puffed loudly through his nose, clearly unamused. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, hand raised to turn your head to fix you with those pretty, drowsy eyes. “It’s not silly or nonsense if it bothered you enough that you had to get up. Next time you have permission to dump a glass of water on me.”
Your laughter came out like a bark, and even he couldn’t keep the smile from his face.
“I’m serious, sweetie. It’s my job to make sure you’re happy and I refuse to be caught slacking cause I’m fast asleep,” he scolded, but mostly to himself.
His arms wound around your body, lifting you so you were cradled on his lap with your head on his shoulder this time. “Wanna talk about it or do you want me to tell you exactly how I would defeat all those nightmare monsters?”
“Oh ho, this I’ve got to hear. Go on gamer boy, tell me how you’d slay my nightmares.”
And he did, until you were both laughing and yawning, and tired enough to fall asleep entwined on the couch.
For as many nights as you had spent in Oliver’s bed, it still didn’t quite feel like you belonged. Despite your best efforts, something always kept you on guard and tonight was no different, except it was… and you couldn’t put your finger on it.
Sure, things weren’t serious between you two, but the past few encounters had led you to believe that he was being even more cagey than normal.
Your gaze wandered to the dozing profile beside you, eyes lingering on the scruff along his jaw and the pretty hair that fell in that perfectly ruffled way against the pillow.
Why were you here?
The question refused to leave you alone.
When had Aiku ever invited you over and you hadn’t ended up fucking like animals? It wasn’t like you had reached out to him, oh no, you knew better than to have your hand bitten in situationships like these. He set the terms, and you were happy to follow until you got bored… or at least that had been the case with other lovers in the past.
It felt odd to be lying here in nothing but one of his match shirts and for there not to be an ache between your thighs. You weren’t exactly complaining. The movie had been one you had been meaning to watch for months, and the conversation had been easy and full of laughter, but what did it mean?
You weren’t going to lie here awake all night.
“Uhh… Aiku?” You tapped his shoulder as gently as possible, not that he even moved an inch. For a moment you simply listened to his breathing which was even and deep. Damn heavy sleeper.
Clearing your throat, you half yelled. “We need to talk.” Four words that would strike fear into the hearts of men worldwide, and it seemed that Oliver was no exception.
His alluring heterochromatic eyes blinked wide, and you smothered your laughter behind a palm. “Did you…?” He started, but you hushed him just as quickly.
You snuggled down the bed so that you were face to face, his warm breath caressing your throat and you hated how badly you wanted to kiss away that suspicious look on his stupidly handsome face.
It was impossible to resist the temptation to touch him completely, so you let your hand wander until it traced the width of his bottom lip and tickled the patch of scruff just below. You canted your head as much as the pillow would allow and blew out a breath—it was now or never.
“Why am I here?”
Aiku scrunched up his face as if you had asked the most stupid question possible. It warmed your skin, your free hand twisting into the sheets to stop yourself from visibly squirming.
He chuffed after a long moment. “The fuck you think? I like your company… that so bad?”
Oh. Well…
“Look, Aiku—this has strictly been a physical thing until tonight. You can forgive me for being a little miffed,” you huffed petulantly, mainly to cover your embarrassment.
The smug smile that stretched across his plush lips was one you were either gonna smack sideways or kiss stupid. Right now it was a 50/50 split on which way it would go.
He stretched, sleepily, lazy and all sleek strength. Goddamn him.
“Is that the problem? You didn’t get off so now you can’t sleep. Y’know I can fix that real quick, darlin’” he purred, a strong thigh forcing its way between your legs until you yipped and fixed him with a stern scowl.
“Don’t—ah—don’t deflect, Oliver!”
Throwing his hands up in surrender, Aiku flopped backwards and just as quickly he anchored those strong hands at your waist and hauled on top of him. He chuckled when you gasped and smacked at the wall of his chest.
“Hey! Alright alright…” he conceded, schooling his features into sincerity.
In the blink of two mismatched eyes your stomach dropped into your toes. His fingers traced the curve of your shoulder, collarbone, jaw. There was something different behind the teasing and you didn’t want to admit it.
“Can we… not always fuck? I like having you around, and I might sleep better when you’re here.” The last part was a near whispered admission, and it had you folding forward to drape yourself across his chest, if only to hide your face.
Your head fit perfectly beneath his chin whilst his fingers worked soothing patterns along your spine, wrinkling the shirt on your body.
“Yeah. I think we can do that.”
Panic was what woke him. The familiar thrill of terror that shot through his heart and filled his veins with adrenaline.
Sweat dripped from his hairline whilst he looked around wildly for the source of the panic. Frowning, Tokimitsu scanned the dark bedroom one more time and found nothing out of place, so why did it feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest?
A wail akin to the noise of a wounded animal sounded next to him and his skin prickled with goosebumps. This was what he had shaken him awake with an almighty start; he knew it.
Where his girlfriend should be, his eyes landed on a twisted lump of sheets and tangled hair. It sounded like the quivering mass was crying and without hesitation, he leapt into action.
On his knees, the mattress dipped as he worked to free you from the sheets that were coiled around your arms and legs like snakes. He couldn’t quite fathom how you had ended up like this and why the cold of having no blanket at all hadn’t woken him earlier, but it hardly mattered.
Finally, your hot, flustered face appeared with your eyes squeezed shut and tears streaking your cheeks.
“Honey, wake up. It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here. Hey… hey,” he babbled, grasping at your shoulders whilst still trying to be as gentle as possible.
“Ao-shi!” You gulped through tears, blinking away the remnants of sleep that tried valiantly to claw you back under its control.
He could die from heartbreak at how you clung to him, at how you launched yourself upright and into his arms. Your head tucked down to your chest beneath his chin, body trembling and wet with cold sweat. The t-shirt you had borrowed earlier that night bagged on your body, but it was slick and sticking to your skin in places.
Tokimitsu was the one who was used to feeling scared, nervous, anxious… but right now the tables were flipped and how he wished he could take those emotions from you and carry the burden. At least he was used to it.
“It’s alright, just breathe for me,” he coaxed gently, rubbing your back in circular patterns. Aoshi kissed the crown of your head over and over, giving you a chance to control your breathing and regulate yourself whilst he grounded himself with the familiar scent of you.
After a moment or two, your fingers loosened from where they were dug into his biceps. He knew there would be little crescent moon indentations, but he didn’t care, he’d wear them as badges of honour.
You sniffled, bleary eyed and embarrassed. “… ‘m sorry, Aoshi. Bad dream. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Aoshi cupped your face in both hands and brought your face up gently to the same level as his own, thumbs wiping over the watery tracks on your soft, perfect cheeks. His smile was gentle, reassuring, everything he saw in you when you were the one comforting him.
“Don’t be silly and never apologise for feeling scared or worried. Isn’t that what you tell me?”
You nodded once, still a little shaken from images that no longer formed full pictures but were now only snippets of the fear that had gripped you.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whispered, grateful that he let you lean forward and rest your forehead against his shoulder. The citrusy scent of his favourite bodywash tickled your nose and coaxed a smile upon your lips.
“I love you.”
Tokimitsu flushed scarlet. It wasn’t the first time you had proclaimed your love and he returned it eagerly and sincerely, but it still took him by surprise to hear it and to know he had been so lucky.
He laughed, nervous and adorable. “Isn’t that usually my line?”
Context! : How would they react when they find out that the girl they like dresses in anything but "normal" clothes, if I may say so. Gyaru? Of course! Lolita? Of course! Gothic and e-girl? It never fails! <3
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~ Isagi Yoichi
Isagi is shocked at first.
He sees you arrive one day with a gyaru look—huge eyelashes, decorated nails, a short skirt, glitter everywhere—and his brain just stops working.
“U-uh… is that you? Since when do you dress like that?”
But he doesn't say it in a rude way; he says it as if he's enamored by how amazing you look.
It takes Isagi a little while to adjust to how chameleon-like you are. One day all in black with chains and dark makeup, the next like a Victorian teacup doll.
However, every time he sees you, his heart races.
He starts noticing the details: the accessories, the eyeliner, the boots. And he tells you with that shy smile:
> “You look different every time… but you always look like you. I don't know how you do it.”
If someone looks at you strangely on the street, he immediately becomes serious.
> “Do you have a problem? Because I love how it looks.”
He won't say it openly, but secretly he loves your authenticity. You inspire him to be more free, more yourself.
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~ Bachira Meguru
Bachira LOVES YOU more with every look.
He literally screams with excitement when he sees you show up in something new.
“AAAAAAHH! Is that skirt sparkly?! Let me see it!”
He doesn't understand style, but he knows what you wear is an extension of you. And that drives him crazy with happiness.
When you're all goth, he pretends to be your demonic bodyguard.
> “Who dares look at my dark queen?!”
When you're Lolita, he calls you “my little tea princess.”
And if you go out with a gyaru or e-girl aesthetic, he literally lights up.
> “You look so cool! You look like an anime character, I want to take a thousand pictures of you!”
Sometimes he tries to dress to match you (yes, even if it looks ridiculous).
He adores you because you are a living rainbow and he loves the colors you bring to the world. <3
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~ Rin Itoshi
Rin freezes.
You show up with your gyaru look—gold, glitter, long nails—and he literally stares at you in silence.
“…”
“What's wrong? You don't like it?”
“I never said that.”
He's totally shocked, but not in a negative way. He just can't process how you can look so different every day and still be you.
If he sees you with a gothic look, he won't take his eyes off you. It's the kind of aesthetic that leaves him speechless.
Sometimes he'll stare at you with a mixture of fascination and bewilderment, and murmur:
> “There's no way anyone can look that good every day… but you do.”
Rin plays tough, but he likes seeing you so confident.
And when someone makes a negative comment about your style, he glares at them.
> “Shut up. You look like an NPC.”
In his heart, he deeply respects you for not following the rules.
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~Sae Itoshi
Sae sees your style and smiles faintly, with that "of course it is, typical of you" face.
She's hard to impress, but you manage to do so with every change.
When you appear with a perfectly detailed Lolita look, she looks at you for a moment and says:
> "You look like you stepped out of a painting. Don't get too close, or you'll distract me."
The day she sees you looking goth or e-girl, her expression changes. It's obvious she likes that contrast a lot.
"Tch... you shouldn't look this good with dark makeup. I'm going to have a heart attack."
She pretends not to care, but if anyone stares at you for too long, her brow furrows immediately.
And if you dress gyaru, she laughs softly:
> "Did you dress to shine brighter than the sun or to scare me to death? Or are you going to cut me with those long nails of yours?"
Deep down, he loves that you're unpredictable, free, and unafraid to stand out.
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~ Shidou Ryusei
Shidou is OBSESSED.
"OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THAT STYLE, THERE'S SO MUCH TO SEE!"
Gyaru, Lolita, Gothic, E-girl... you name it, he melts.
"I swear I don't know if I want to marry you or steal your clothes."
Every time he sees you, he makes intense comments:
> "Why doesn't anyone else look this good? Oh, wait, because you're you."
He loves that you're provocative, different, and unafraid of anything.
If someone makes fun of you, he threatens them with a smile.
> "Do you want to keep your teeth? Then don't criticize art."
When you dress Gothic, he chases you like a lovesick demon.
When you dress up as a Lolita, he flirtatiously teases you:
> "So sweet... and I'm so dirty. We match perfectly <3" (and you better push him away or he'll get turned on).
And when you dress up as an e-girl, his brain shuts down completely.
> "Goths are the key." That's all he says.
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~Michael Kaiser
Oh, Kaiser is crazy about you.
He's fascinated by how unconventional you are, because he's like that too: unique, brilliant, impossible to ignore (according to him).
“My Engel, if you're going to dress like that, let me know. I can't concentrate on anything.”
When you arrive in a Lolita look, he says:
> “You look like I just saw the reincarnation of art.”
If you go Gothic, he'll die. Literally his type.
> “Good heavens… Queen of Hell, let me be your servant.”
When you rock the gyaru look, he celebrates.
> “Ah, I love it. A woman who shines without asking permission.”
He takes mental snapshots of you every second.
Kaiser is proud to be with you because your confidence fuels him.
And if someone makes a comment, he smiles arrogantly:
> "Obviously everyone's looking at you, you're mine."
In short: he sees your style as an extension of your power—and he celebrates it with fire. And his ego soars a thousandfold, because he knows you dress like that for him.
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~ Ness (Alexis Ness)
Ness melts completely.
"You look so cute, beautiful!"
When you appear dressed as a Lolita, her heart almost sinks:
> "You look like something out of a fairy tale..."
If you dress as a Goth or E-girl, she blushes so much she can't speak properly.
> "Th-th-this is... too much."
Although at first she's worried about being criticized, she later proudly begins to defend you.
> "Leave her alone! She dresses however she wants and she looks amazing."
Ness sees you as someone magical, different, and her admiration grows every day.
If you dress as a gyaru, she has a small heart attack of tenderness.
She takes pictures of you (with permission, of course) and makes little lists of your favorite clothes.
She sees you as a human rainbow and is happy to be part of your bright world.
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~ Tokimitsu Aoshi
He collapses. Literally.
“My God, you're so… so beautiful…! How do you do that every day?”
Every look you wear is a new attack on his heart.
When he sees you in a gothic corset or dark makeup, he almost faints.
When you're wearing Lolita, he watches you with a nervous smile:
> “You're… too pure for this world.”
If you're gyaru or e-girl, he goes into panicked adoration mode.
> “I can't look at you directly, you'll kill me.”
At first, he thinks people will judge you, and that makes him nervous, but then he realizes you don't care, and that inspires him greatly.
He secretly admires you more than he says:
> “I wish I could be as brave as you.”
Every change of look leaves him speechless and even more eager to protect you (and hide from such beauty).
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~Aryu Jyubei
This guy is the most excited and delighted of all 😭.
"MAIS OUI, MAGNIFIQUE! Beauty personified!" 💅✨
Aryu goes into fashion week mode as soon as he sees you.
If you're wearing Lolita, he melts:
> "That silhouette, that detail! A masterpiece of charm!" "Finally, someone understands my glamour!"
If you're wearing Goth:
> "Elegant darkness, queen of midnight, I adore you!"
When you're gyaru, he takes selfies with you. Literally:
> "Two icons in one photo, the world isn't ready."
And when you're e-girl, he calls you "my muse of digital chaos."
He supports you without hesitation, and if anyone dares to comment badly, he gets theatrically indignant.
> "Ignorant! This is art in motion!"
Aryu doesn't just accept you, he celebrates you.
For him, your versatility is what makes you irresistible.
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~ Bunny Iglesias
Bunny is shocked at first, then screams with excitement every time he sees you.
“OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THAT LOOK!!!”
He's a huge fan of your outfits. He literally asks for tips.
“How do you make it look so perfect? Please show me!”
If you're going gyaru, he becomes your hype man.
> “Yes, queen! Shine brighter than the sun!”
If you're going goth, he lowers his voice and says:
> “My dark queen, let me escort you to the underworld.”
With your lolita look, he melts:
> “So beautiful it looks illegal.”
Bunny loves your authenticity and always encourages you to try more styles.
He's proud to walk with you and loves it when people stop and stare.
“Of course they stare, love. It's not every day they see a punk angel.” While he hugs you, and secretly, he loves to show you off to everyone.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑹𝑬𝑶- wears a necklace with his partner's initials on it. likes to stare it all the time; when he wins a game, feels sad, feels lonely... also loves it when his partner does the same thing. when people ask you about your necklace and you say ''it's for my boyfriend'', reo feels so proud.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑺𝑨𝑬- you lift the blanket for him to sleep next to you. you talk about your day as you run your fingers through his hair. sae melts into your arms, tries so hard to keep his eyes open. sadly he can't resist his body and sleeps like a baby in your chest.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑰- allows you to do his eyeliner while you sit on his lap. he puts his hands on your hips, you ask him to stop fidgeting and moving, but he disturbs your every word with kisses. he looks so pretty all the time.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑵𝑨𝑮𝑰- texting while in the same room. you give exaggerated reactions to each other from where you sit. also nagi is texting inappropriate scenarios just to see your reaction.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑹𝑰𝑵- taking care of him while he's drunk is when you will see the real rin. he's so clingy, so cute and blushes so hard. lots of giggles, laughter and ''a kiss! one more time. one more time. one more time.'' he holds your face, caresses it softly and mumbles sweet things.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑨- records many of your memories. takes a lot of selfies with you. most of them are blurry and funny, sometimes inappropriate. he loves making videos with his head on your chest, lying between your legs. he looks at these memories when he feels lonely.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑰- slow dance in the kitchen. isagi adores such cozy moments, even if it's cliché. he opens the song that belongs to the two of you on his phone and gets you swirling around the kitchen. he'll finally kiss you as the two of you rock gently side by side.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑻𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑴𝑰𝑻𝑺𝑼- takes you on picnic dates. nervous at first because he thinks you won't like it. smiles big when he sees you having fun. he makes a crown of flowers for you. compliments you a lot, smiles shyly, tries covering his blush.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑵𝑰𝑲𝑶- night time conversations. it could be about the two of your interests or just plain bullshit. he loves spending quality time with you. niko lies down on your stomach while talking about his favorite greek mythology god at 2 am.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑯𝑰𝑶𝑹𝑰- loves playing video games with you. he looks nonchalant sometimes in real life but actually he is not. shows his love to you with doing cute little things in games. he takes you on dates in animal crossing, puts your beds next to each other in minecraft.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼- cooks for you. he knows your favorites and tries to cook them anytime, just for seeing you smile. he breaks his routine and gets up early to make you breakfast. but, barou isn't that good with words. he will most likely put the food in front of you and yell at you to eat it.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑼- can't help himself from touching you. it could be an aggressive or a soft touch. he loves both, he loves to put his feelings into his body language. when you walk down the street and he notices a man staring at you, his grip on your hand tightens. if he's excited or happy, his hands will make tiny circles around your waist.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑰- late night drives, the best way to escape the stress of the day. you both get out of the car to watch the stars together. while watching the enchanting view of the sky, he tells you about his dreams and worries about the future. and of course he doesn't forget to put his jacket on your shoulder.
♡‧₊˚ 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑹- flirts with you in front of your friends just to embarrass you. he loves the expressions you make when you're angry or embarrassed. he wraps his hands around your waist and tells everyone how beautiful, sweet, wonderful you are. kaiser finds your reactions amusing. so, he's determined that you continue to entertain him.
Synopsis: Their reactions when you catch the bouquet at a wedding :)
Warning(s)/note(s): fem! reader, characters are aged up
It’s breezy, the crowd is cheering, reflecting the bride’s mood as she turns her back on the crowd from the top of the staircase. Anticipating women gather tightly around you, wishing for the best spot to catch the bouquet. You’re not sure what to do, but the bride throws the bouquet in the air from over her shoulder and you watch the bundle of flowers get bigger as it reaches your hands.
Already planning the wedding, his heart is beating fast and he is biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning anymore than needed. He’s looking at your hands wrapped around the bouquet, then back at your face. He might have whooped a bit. Next thing you know you’re in his arms and he has his forehead pressed against yours. Doesn’t matter if people are watching. In his mind, you’re already dolled up in a wedding gown, ready for him to take you.
His friends are whistling and nudging him in the ribs and he clicks his tongue at them. His brows are furrowed and he’s doing his best not to betray any emotion. But then his glances at you, clutching your bouquet and wide-eyed and he can’t help it. His face softens, his lips tug upwards involuntarily and the tips of his ears redden because even though he doesn’t believe the myth, you are his and he’d be damned if didn’t get down on one knee soon and sweep you off your feet. Especially when fate is clearly on his side.
Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshi, Chigiri Hyoma
He’s red i’m telling you, avoiding eye contact with anyone, ignoring the comments from his friends and rubbing his nape sheepishly. It’s not that he isn’t happy- if he was courageous enough he’d pick you up and spin you in the air. But he doesn’t want to attract too much attention so he quietly approaches you and takes your hand, planting a chaste kiss on the back before he’s pulling you away from the crowd, the noise, the celebration, bringing you to a quieter place where he can show you what you mean to him.
Isagi Yoichi, Aoshi Tokimitsu
Gives you a lazy grin, hands in the pockets of his pants. He doesn’t care too much for the catch, it’s not some flowers that are gonna tell him whether you two are getting married or not, but he loves the feeling of everyone turning to look at him, then you. They know you’re his, he’s proud of that and to top if off, he brings you in a smothering kiss: nips and tongue and a hand in the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair. You can be mad at him all you want later for his behavior in public, he’ll shut you up with another kiss.
For the record these texts aren't from me and belongs someone from TikTok so I'm not the original of creator I just made it to what each blue lock person it fits best by so please know that's what I'm saying, anyways hope you all enjoy!!!
