#Shidou

[marshidoesart]

Shidou ryusei 🎀

It was supposed to be a simple study of tonocha__ (twt) 's art style( they're amazing!!) But well aaaa.👍

[whoagi]

made me shed a tear, people who write shidou like this are honestly so rare I love u for thsi

Shidou Ryusei — Birds Born in a Cage Think Flying is an Illness

PAIRING: Shidou Ryusei/Reader WORD COUNT: 2k TYPE: Some angst (?? idk), childhood friends/neighbors, No Blue lock AU (Like it never happened...) WARNING(S): Implied child abuse on both ends, the ending is ambiguous/up to interpretation, Anxiety

A lot of people think Shidou’s hair isn’t naturally blonde.

It’s just something people have always discussed, even when you were little. Such a benign topic to interest them, the color of Shidou’s hair — yet it has always been a point of contention even when you never saw the big deal around it. Maybe because he's always stood out, be it with something unimportant like appearance or the more elusive matter of his attitude.

Shidou’s eyelashes are blonde to the root, you could've said.

Shidou was always blonde even when we were kids, you could've said.

But you never say things like this, of course, when you overhear their gossip. There are times when someone in school asks you about Shidou, since it's no secret that you are associated, and you'll answer with a meek and boring Yes, Shidou really is blonde, but won't go beyond that or intrude.

It's shitty and you're embarrassed of yourself, but the truth is, you never defend him when they make more serious, inflammatory, sometimes straight up degrading claims about him rather than merely speculating on his hair color. You don't want to impose. You don't have the confidence to speak when not spoken to. And he doesn't care about them nor about their opinions, so you can somewhat delude yourself that you're all good in your shell, that it's fine. In a sense it is this willingness to be himself while not heeding what others make of it that defines Shidou’s freedom.

Shidou’s hair isn’t bleached, but the pink streaks are. The first time he dyed it, you were both nearing junior high graduation, and he rushed upstairs to your apartment to invite you to ‘do something cool with him’.

The matter wasn't all that exciting to you, but you were afraid you'd get caught not being home if your parents were to return from work earlier than expected. There was a kind of secrecy and excitement in the adrenaline your fear caused you, and a connection in allowing Shidou to partake.

Maybe you’re the type of person who worships the problem and maybe letting Shidou in on it is like performing a ritual of closeness to you. This personality deficit persists even in the present.

You always tried to refuse him at first in these exploits because you were so, so afraid of things like air and vague concepts in your mind, but you'd cave in anyway, after some coaxing. Your fingers were shaky and you botched it, but you helped him despite the rush.

Then you ran and jumped down and almost sprained your ankle, since you wanted to retreat quickly, fearful of your parents. You cleaned all the dye off your fingers with boiling water and an excessive amount of soap once you went inside, and you spent several days afterwards thinking you were going to get caught in assisting the transgression, which never came.

Though your family torments you, the most cruel part is that they've trained your mind to continue the job whenever they are not around. When you were little at one point you thought they had installed hidden cameras in your room since they always mystically knew when you'd be up to no good, but nowadays you assume they were making things up for the sake of yelling at you and their guesses happened to be right on occasion by some absurd coincidence.

You’ve also come to understand just because they raise hell about something doesn’t necessarily mean it was wrong or immoral.

One time when you were still around seven or so, you let Shidou push you on the swing. He always used too much force, and honestly while you found it scary, you agreed every time to his proposal. What you didn’t grasp at the time was that this prevalent fear will be integral to your life.

There was such an accident where you slipped off the swing and landed straight on your face from high up.

Shidou crouched down next to you while you started crying. He assumed it was from the pain and apologized for a bit in an attempt to placate you. It took no time for your skin to get aggravated and swollen, and the recessed scratches had dirt sticking to them, and you were so upset it was uncontrollable.

After a while of histrionics, Shidou managed to calm you down somehow, at least to a degree where you could speak, and all you had to say was, “I got hurt! My parents are gonna yell at me!”

“They’re gonna yell at you for getting hurt?!” Shidou parroted back at you. The statement was absurd, even though he got it — he really did — and then he burst out laughing.

Your classmates behind you have moved on to whispering about Shidou’s makeup rather than his hair. You begin scrawling a hateful scribble on one of the pages in the middle of your notebook and think to tear it out later ‘cause your parents might find it while looking through your stuff and scold you for being an untidy degenerate.

Do people your age still deal with this kind of thing, on average? You think the answer should be no, that you’re too old, but your perception of normal is so fucked up, you can’t think it in confidence. So who knows. Maybe everyone else is hiding family shame as well, but hiding it better, like Shidou with his energy and such. You could always be victimizing yourself without basis, too.

This is your last class for today, so at least you don’t have to tolerate being at school for much longer. Your relief about this, however, doesn’t last long, since the teacher decides to return your tests earlier than expected.

When you see your mark written in red at the bottom, you want to throw up. The world caves in on you. You haven’t failed this badly in a while — are you a moron or something? You must be, to get so many questions wrong. Fuck. You’re so fucked.

You try to hold it in, but as usual your stupid body’s reactions prove overwhelming and the tears bubble up anyway. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth and stifle the noise as you shake in place. No one pays you any attention at least, so the humiliation of a breakdown isn’t too bad this time.

After the teacher dismisses you all, your sleeve brushes against your face for a hasty wipe and stand upright with weak knees. The test is still in your grip, crinkling under your fingertips. Though you do not want anyone to see you sobbing and acting pitiful, your pace is languid, trying to prolong the time before you arrive home for as long as possible.

Shidou catches up to you with ease before you can even reach the gate, swinging an arm around your shoulder. You stiffen and blink, praying the action will somehow erase your tears before he can register them even if you know it won’t.

“Aww, are you crying again?” asks Shidou, leaning in to rest his chin on your shoulder. Still, it’s not a proper embrace, and it makes walking awkward. You stumble to stop, but Shidou keeps dragging you along, in the wrong direction at that, and you go along with it.

“No.” You sniffle.

“What is this?” He releases you and plucks the paper out of your hold.

“I’m in big shit,” you tell him, despite the initial denial. “Also, I think I might have a tapeworm in place of a brain.”

It had rained while you were still inside. Now the roads are wet and your shoes feel squeaky and wet with each step. Puddles gather in the imperfections and cracks of the pavement. The sky is a bland shade of grey.

Shidou unfurls the paper and examines it with a critical eye, as a joke. “Come on, you got a three. We got those back today too and I totally failed it.”

“I’m gonna get yelled at like crazy and it needs a signature too.”

Shidou clicks his tongue. “I told you to fake it from the get go.”

“I was scared.”

“You’re always scared!”

“Are you ok with failing? Something gonna happen to you?”

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely getting hit today,” he says with a yawn. Then tears your test to shreds and shoves the pieces in his pocket and grins to himself. “I’ll glue this to a drawing later.”

His admission makes you frown, but Shidou remains in good spirits, and even picks his ear with his pinky. He doesn’t care what people will think of him, so he does things like that all the time, and despite the fights and nonsensical exclamations about viscera, he practices body mindfulness and has his own philosophies on freedom and such, and he doesn’t let anyone define his life or self for him, or influence his definitions on those concepts. In fundamentals he is different to you; Shidou stands immune to the lacanian Other that is always tormenting your psyche.

You continue your walk together, straying further and further away from your neighborhood. You’re too anxious to go home, because bad things will happen, and too anxious to stay out because the bad things will escalate to worse when you inevitably go home. So you lay stagnant and let Shidou wrap his fingers around yours and hold your hand as you walk around even though you are nervous, even though as usual with him there is no path and only a journey.

The silence pervades, interrupted only by half-conversations. You’re worried with graduation and your grades and university almost constantly, so this is what you talk about, about how your parents won’t be happy with your academic placement and how you’re planning to kill yourself before finals. Shidou, upon hearing all this, laughs and says you are a funny person.

Is he some kind of flâneur or a nonconformist in society’s eyes, you don’t know, but in your opinion Shidou is so free in a sense he cannot be bound by an identity, even if the classification is a dissentient one such as ‘misfit’.

Little by little the sun comes down, the streets and benches get dryer, while you continue your aimless stroll. You don’t even recognize what part of the city you’re in anymore, which puts you on edge, but Shidou probably does.

The wind caresses your face.

“I don’t want to go home,” you plead, even though you know that is not where you’re going. You haven’t turned around yet to be going home.

Despite your request, you also realize the longer you put off the consequences, the worse they are becoming.

“Let’s run away together,” says Shidou lightly, cheerful even, as if he is suggesting what you should have for dinner instead of something drastic and far-fetched. “I’ll take you to Miyako-jima and we’ll play football on the beach every day. And crawl around the fields. We can even go snorkeling sometimes.”

“I don’t want to snorkel.”

“Come on, you haven’t even tried it. It could be your favorite thing ever and you’d never know! You could be one with the fish! You don’t know ‘cause you don’t tryyyy.”

“Whatever, Shidou.”

“You’re my little roadside flower, so I need to relocate you.”

“I thought I was a fish to you.”

“Everyone’s many things. I don’t care too much about that kind of thing.”

“About semiotics,” you say.

“If I was a fish, I’d swim against the stream,” says Shidou, “and I want you to swim with me.”

Another bout of silence settles. The only noise you can hear is the ambience of your environment, the wind, still, all the insects that are still awake, your quickening heartbeat ringing in your ears at what he has uttered so shamelessly and thoughtlessly.

There’s a halt in your step again as you try to gather a moment to process it, but to no avail. Shidou pulls you along, and you let him, perhaps because you want to go somewhere — anywhere (with him in particular, maybe) — but do not desire the responsibility. So, you always let him wrap his hand around your wrist and tug you around. Because it is easier. Because then you are not making the decision, and you don’t want to go home, so you will not resist or dig your heels into the ground.

You continue walking in the dark. Your fingers interlace as you head toward the bus stop together.

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Cheating on Kaiser and listening to drill music I had a lot of trouble with this and it was not cooperating with me but when does writing cooperate iwth me #Hate #Sad

[meoyster]

[squuidbones]

drew the freak.

shidou might be the only guy who could pull off this outfit- it would look horrendous on anyone else but it suits him methinks.

[casey0w0]

Finally drawing ryusae cuddling

[owarinaki]

BLUE LOCK free Wallpaper 

https://bluelock-kc.com/wallpaper/

[kaydenthefemboyfiend]

Why is he so :]

He's such a cutie patootieee <33

[poritora]

Some silly little meme redraw sndnsndnd

[m1khailingf]

I got distracted too

[marry-me-o-gin]

I wrote a little ShidouxFemReader. It's pure smut so be warned 🥰🥰

~.~

Shidou Ryusei loves to have his ego stroked. And his cock too. Stroked, caressed, kissed, licked, sucked, and occasionally bitten, if it’s not too hard. There are limits to every man, of course.

But any and all attention to his impressive erection is always welcome, never turned away.

And so that’s what you find yourself doing this evening as Shidou sits completely naked on the edge of your bed, tanned, russet skin reflecting the blaze of the setting sun.

He sits on your bed, on your tangled covers, while you sit between his strong, muscular thighs, one of your lovely hands cupping his balls, fondling gently, making your favourite handsome psycho sigh and groan and sigh again as your other hand runs lightly up and down the length of his cock while you give it the tenderest of kisses.

You sit there, completely naked yourself because he loves to see those tits bounce once you really get going, and enjoy the sight, the taste, the feel of him as his hand, firm fingers run through your hair.

Ah, the dopamine.

As an addict, he would get it anywhere he could, from anyone he could. It didn’t matter. He’d cruise from alleyway to alleyway, skulk in darkened rooms, find himself in the back of cars with his pants down, his hard, erect glory on display, and watch with those glowing, feline eyes as his mate of choice for that evening could not help but worship him.

He’d never see the same person twice. It was a love them and leave them situation. Or maybe he never loved them at all. Only loved the desperate, longing attention.

So it was confusing to him why he’d sought you out again and again. He didn’t question it or ponder it for too long. You gave good head. What more was there to it? He went where his feet carried him and it led right to your room in the middle of the night, over and over.

Soon, he’d found everyone else falling away, unable to hold his interest. It just didn’t feel the same. And this was like a drug. His new addiction. You. Your mouth around his cock. The warm wet feel of being inside you.

Shidou, you look up at him as you run the tip of your tongue up his cock and his smirk falters, breaking into a soft groan, has only two needs in life. Things he cannot live without: soccer and your amorous attention.

Fuck, but you look pretty on your bare little knees there. Fuck. He throws his head back in pure enjoyment, fangs glinting in the quickly disappearing sun. And he bets if he were to run his fingers along your slit, you’d be well on your way to being soaking wet.

He’s not wrong. You can feel it starting. You could feel it start the moment he jumped through the window and grabbed your face in a strong calloused hand, grinning right through the greeting kiss, pressing your pretty little mouth to his.

You were fully dressed but it didn’t take him long to strip you down, savage and loving, taking absolutely no care with your clothes as he exposed more and more of your skin, of your body, of the parts of you no one else had seen before him, his mouth hungrily following his hands, mouth on your breasts, mouthful of tits, sucking, tongue flicking against your nipples, one then the other, showing no mercy.

And once you were completely undressed he’d almost tore at his own clothes, freeing himself from the constraint of fabric and buckles and whatever else.

He had been in that godforsaken compound for God knows how long, only his own hand to entertain himself, his one and only lonely mistress.

He’d flirted with Sae but the cold, standoffish young man was having none of it, kept him at arm’s length and in the end it didn’t matter. He’d got to play some good fuckin’ football for once. The fucking dopamine…It was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

But still…it was also nothing like the hit he’d get off your body.

Undressed and stripped down himself, he’d grabbed your ass, hands squeezing, fingers digging into your soft curves as he pressed your body against his, wanting you to feel his rock hard cock against you, your soft breasts against him and the kiss again, so raging, biting your lip, tongue slipping hard into your mouth.

Shidou Ryusei had always been a storm, a hurricane you couldn’t stop, not even if you tried, and today he was even more so.

After he’d kissed and sucked and tasted and bitten what seemed like every inch of your body, once he’d got a good taste again, had a good look, he settled down, sitting himself on your bed as if he owned the place and you knew exactly what to do, finding yourself here now.

You know that despite being so impatient, so fierce, a force of nature, Shidou loves to be teased, provoked, edged. He loves to be tested, pushed to his limits. And so you give him what he wants, making him walk that fine line.

You swirl your tongue lightly around the head of his cock, holding it tightly around the base, hand closing a little more around his balls and he laughs, a tortured, gleeful sort of laugh.

He could pull your head back, own you, but that’s not what he wants. He wants you to take control right now, gives himself over to you, trusting your intimate knowledge of him.

You pull your mouth back a little, watching the light throb in his cock, almost imperceptible.

The trick is to give a little and then take it away. Make him want it even more.

You let go of his cock completely and trace your fingers along the muscles of his thighs which seem to have become even harder, more developed since he’d been away.

He had always had the body of a Greek god, but now, as your fingers explore the grooves and valleys of his handsome musculature, he’s just…beautiful. There’s no other word for it.

He looks down and you look up at him, right into his devilish eyes, as if goading you, challenging you to continue, to do your worst, or your best. The two seem to be the same in this situation.

You accept the challenge, leaning forward again and suck on the head of his cock, just softly, tenderly, the tip of your tongue flickering against him.

For fuck’s sake…He hates it, read loves it, when you do that. That sensation, not strong enough to want to cum right now, but not subtle enough to not care. Your mouth, teasing, inviting him into a much deeper pleasure.

You feel your nipples get harder, your clit begin to ache just a little. He is not the only one left wanting here.

How many times had you touched yourself, dreaming of him while he was gone? Playing with your clit, swollen with pleasure but never as much as it is with him, tweaking your nipples as you brought yourself to orgasm murmuring his name, not knowing where he was or when you'd get to see him again.

And now here he was, right in front of you in the flesh and you were trying your hardest to be patient, though that was proving to be as hard as his erection.

You suck a little harder, still just the tip of his reddening cock, unable to stop yourself from going a little faster.

"You missed it, eh?" He drawls, runs his fingers through your quickly dishevelling hair.

You just look up at him with your big eyes, playing coy.

He lets out a groaning laugh and leans back on his hands, leaving you to it as you take him a little deeper into your warm, wanting mouth.

Your hands hold on to his hips, steadying yourself as you suck his cock, head diving slowly down between his spread legs.

Your intention, your movement is torturous and slow. You take your duty very seriously indeed as you feel your tongue graze against the length of him, feel the quiver of his cock against it, hear a low groan building in his chest, rising, escaping wantonly past his throat. He makes no effort to suppress it. That's not his style. Makes sure you hear everything, know everything you are doing to him.

You've got as much of him as you can in your mouth, not all, there is too much, but as much as you can, and that already is enough to drive him crazy.

Your head bobs up and down slow and sensual, hair falling over your face as your cheeks grow flushed, your pussy positively dripping now onto your carpet. It doesn't matter. All you want to do is to please this wild creature, feel, taste him as he cums.

Your hands run tauntingly over his smooth chest as his breathing comes faster, harder as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, silky soft tongue, barely there touch of it against him, making him want ever more. You feel the muscle in his thighs clench at your teasing. Fingers closing around a handful of your covers.

You slip him out of your mouth, a delicate string of glistening saliva momentarily connects your lips to his cock before it breaks.

You let him cool down a moment and instead of taking him back in, run your tongue up his cock again, kissing the head softly when you get there before taking him back in again, as far as you can, pressing your tongue hard against the back of his cock now.

He growls in response, fingers positively clenched around your covers.

Fuck, how he missed this…just him, his cock, you naked on your knees for him…He'd had a wet dream of this more than once in his shitty futon back in Blue Lock. It was a pain in the ass to get it clean again. And so often.

And now here you are, in the flesh. And the way you blow him now…hard and slow and deliberate…It's almost feverish.

The dopamine…he can feel it rise, fizz in his brain. But it's not enough. Not yet. He can still think clearly, rationally, cock throbbing in your hot mouth.

Fuuuck… Enough! He's not gonna blow his load just yet. The first one after so long has to be inside you. Deep, deep inside you.

You feel his hand in your hair again as he pulls you off his cock, tilts your head back tenderly, your hair wrapped tight around his fingers.

"I missed you too," he grins down at you with rogue affection. So much affection.

Seeing you naked, hot, bead of sweat running between your breasts, just there for him, for his pleasure and so, so willing…This sight…

The fucking dopamine.

He pulls you up and on top of him, falling back on your bed along with you before quickly pushing you over on your back, climbing on top of you, pinning your wrists down among your twisted sheets, his lithe body heavy on yours.

"Caught you…" his heady whisper grazes your ear soft and warm.

"Oh no…" you play along as you feel his knee push your legs carefully apart before he settles between them and you feel his cock slide against your slit, warm and slippery. "Oh…" your teasing trails off into a helpless moan.

"Whimper for me, little mouse," he orders tenderly as you feel him rub himself against you, the length of his cock pressing, sliding against your desperate little pussy.

You oblige. Not because he told you to but because you can't help it. The friction of his cock against you, rubbing against your clit is stoking a fire, an aching beautiful fire deep down between your legs and you can't help but moan, beautifully, helplessly, for him. A cat playing with his prey, his little mouse.

And the dopamine continues to rise, to spread through his brain, seeping into every crevice, turning his mind into a red erotic haze.

"Shidou…!" You gasp his name, thighs squeezing around him, unable to take much more of this dry humping. Though there is nothing dry about it with how turned on your lover has made you.

He sits up at the sound of his name, sits between your spread legs. You reach out for him and he takes your hand, slipping your fingers into his mouth, running his tongue along them slowly, as if enjoying his meal and when he's done, he slips his own fingers into your mouth, slowly in and out as you suck another part of him.

This slow sensual rhythm, the taste of his hand, his fingers that have been all over you, he pushes them carefully into your mouth, pulls them out, over and over, seeing how much you enjoy it.

And then, takes that same hand, wraps it around his cock and presses it against you. You watch him slide the tip of it down your slit and then back up, the head, with its bead of precum, pushing against your clit sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You moan, sharp and loud and it's music to his ears. So he does it again, rubbing the head of his cock against your hard, sensitive little clit until you're almost writhing under him.

And just when you think you're about to cum he pulls it back, wags his finger.

No, no, love. Not yet.

You feel him lean over you, hand under your chin, thumb running against your lip.

"Say it," his voice is low, rasping. The savage pleasure coursing through his body, breaking any chains of control. Not that there were many to begin with.

"Say it," he commands.

You pause. Defying him for a moment. Because that's how he likes it. He likes you to be a little fiesty.

But soon you cave, your pussy, your body craving him far too much.

"Fuck me," you pant.

"Say please," he says, squeezing your nipple, giving a little gentle twis,t making you cry out in pleasure-filled surprise.

"Please…" you whimper.

"No, no, no…say the whole thing," he torments you.

"Fuck me, please, Shidou!" You stare right up at him, unable to hide your helpless need anymore. "Please," you whimper again so prettily, your eyes begging.

He lets out a groan…deep and slow. That's the stuff. The dopamine is ready to overflow.

He takes his cock in his hand, his other pushing your thigh down, spreading your legs, and guides himself inside you.

You feel him filling every inch of you, pushing against your walls, hot and hard.

It's been far too long.

And the dopamine hits you too as you finally feel him fully inside you.

You see his eyes closing, almost rolling into the back of his head, as if he's going to pass out in ecstasy, but then, all of a sudden, a fire comes back into them and they glow and pierce you with an animal gaze as he thrusts hard inside you, fucking you over and over. Hard, fast, like a beast.

He holds onto your hips as his own rock against you, quick and sensuous, each thrust of his cock bringing you closer to your own edge.

It's a total fucking overdose. An overdose of each other.

You feel him inside you, hitting all the right spots and you can barely keep your eyes open as you push your hands back above you against your headboard, bracing yourself as he fucks you. Fucks you with all he has.

Don't you know, love? Don't you feel it? With each thrust inside you, he gives you a little more of himself. It's the only thing he's got to give. He ain't got much to show for himself except this raw physical talent, this prowess. His body is all he's got, and he can't imagine giving it to anyone but you now.

Sae Itoshi had his chance, little fucker. But he was nothing but a tease.

But you, love, you're there, open and willing, taking him into your arms every time he shows up unannounced. Giving so much of yourself, and so that's all he can give, it's his most prized possession: himself. And it's all yours.

And so he fucks you into overdose. The dopamine explodes.

Your body trembles and quivers. Your pussy aches as your back arches off your bed.

"Shidou!!" You gasp loudly, feeling something warm, almost electric between your legs, a hot, impatient current spreading through your body. "AH! Shidou!! I'm-!!"

But you don't finish that sentence as a loud, wild moan colours your voice as you cum, your clit, your pussy pulsing with pleasure and your head swims.

He can feel your pussy tight around him, the sweet contraction and he can't hold it back much longer either.

The dopamine bursts, overflows deep into him, his cock driving him mad. He thrusts into you hard one last time to get as much into you as he can, let out all that crazy love as deep as possible, every muscle vibrating, lost in the hot intensity of it all. Lost in the feeling of him cumming inside you, filling you with everything he has.

For some moments, nothing exists…Just your room and the your own hard heartbeats.

You can barely breathe, just like him, as he slowly nuzzles his face between your breasts, still inside you.

"Whimper for me, little mouse," he says, still much too breathless, voice muffled against your skin but you can hear the echo of a grin in his words as he kisses one of your nipples then the other

Anytime, you run your hands through his damp hair gently.

Anytime, Shidou.

Be prepared, little mouse. This is only the first night and he's got a whole two weeks away from that banging soccer party. And he hasn't seen you in much too long. Much too long, love. There's still so much more dopamine to hit.

There's still so much more love to give you, he thinks as he feels his cock covered in your luscious wetness.

And he's never been a quitter.

Be prepared, love.

[neeeooon]

lowkey fake text with shidou with a girl who matched his freak but is more shy and only acts freaky around people comfortable to her

have a good day :3

OKAY i think you mean media texts but if not lmk i’ll do another version!!

when you match his freak

shidou ryusei x shy fem!reader. fake texts, freaky shidou and freakier yn (who’s comfortable around him). suggestive

[svnflowrseeds]

ryusae valentines smooch💕

[cloudysunnyday]

Ryusei Shidou moodboard ༊*·˚

☁︎ please dont steal ☁︎

[maochira]

the father figures waking up in his apartment (belonging to the blue lock sports complex) and see shidou ryusei shirtless and making coffee in a kitchen THAT DOESN'T BELONG TO HIM. all for reader to show up moments after waking up in the kitchen and embarrassing herself because she forgot to say that her boyfriend was staying the night.

I will write Shidou at any given chance I love this cockroach man so very much he makes me feral. ALSO THIS REQUEST SOUNDS SO FUN TO WRITE SO LET'S GET THIS STARTED

Off-topic but have you guys ever wondered how I write 10+ fics in a day or is it just standard for me to spam literally all the Blue Lock writing tags (I'm not sorry) ((I get like 10 requests a day you're to blame)) (((please never stop sending requests my way)))

Father figure series masterlist

Current Blue Lock writing event

This is kind of a follow-up to this post aka reader and Shidou have been dating for a bit and the coaches know about it

Tags: gn!reader who's dating Shidou, I recommend reading a bit of the father figure series for context but not required

Noel Noa

-he expected anything BUT to see a shirtless Shidou when he entered the kitchen. He's probably never been more confused in his entire life

-just moments later you enter the kitchen, and of course, you get embarrassed and immediately yell at Shidou to put on a shirt. He protests at first, but you kept insisting on it, so he returns to your room to grab his shirt

-while Shidou is out of the kitchen, you just laugh nervously and say "looks like I forgot to tell you my boyfriend was staying overnight"

-Noa doesn't respond anything, he just looks at you. And you can clearly see the horror in his eyes because, knowing the kind of person Shidou is, Noa is pretty worried about you

-you start explaining yourself, how you and Shidou haven't done anything inappropriate, and- You stop talking when you realize Shidou is back in the kitchen

-Shidou hugs you from behind and just grins at Noa

-for the rest of the morning, Noa barely talks, and neither do you. It's mostly Shidou who does the talking. It's awkward and embarrassing, but Shidou really doesn't care

-the death stares Noa gives Shidou whenever he touches you only amuse Shidou even more

-get ready for a very serious father-child talk as soon as Shidou leaves

Chris Prince

-he's still half asleep so he doesn't even realize Shidou is there

-Chris only notices him when you enter the kitchen as well and Shidou walks over to kiss you

-suddenly Chris is wide awake because the overprotective dad mode is kicking in

-you're pretty embarrassed so you go to your room, grab Shidou's shirt and throw it at him so he'll put it on

-Chris acts as if nothing is out of the ordinary, but as soon as Shidou leaves, Chris starts asking you all sorts of questions about why and what and how

-you really try to convince him nothing much happened between you and Shidou and he only stayed for the night because he kept fighting with his roommate and was kicked out of his room

-somehow, Chris manages to not freak out too much. He trusts yo, so he knows you're telling him the truth. But honestly he doesn't trust Shidou (understandable)

-he tells you it's okay to let Shidou stay overnight, he just really wants you to tell him beforehand

-whenever Shidou stays over night again, Chris will probably check on you guys like twice an hour

Lavinho

-mutters Brazilian swear words/insults under his breath when he sees Shidou like "vá lamber o sabone" (go and lick soap) and "seu karai" (you dick) shoutout to my Brazilian friend for telling me these

-because it's early in the morning, Shidou doesn't have his translator earbuds in yet so he doesn't understand what Lavinho is saying

-when you enter the kitchen, Lavinho immediately starts asking you why Shidou is there in a very overprotective dad tone

-you're kind of embarrassed because Shidou is shirtless but the entire situation is also kind of funny so you attempt to laugh it off

-Lavinho is willing to go along with your jokes for as long as Shidou is there, but as soon as he leaves the overprotective dad in him gets out completely and he starts asking you all sorts of questions

-you feel even more embarrassed, and Lavinho uses that as a chance to tease and make fun of you (in a loving way) for the entire thing

[arlestial]

Hiii can you mabye write boyfriend hcs for aiku sae shidou and luna from bllk please?💖

❝it's you and me, that's my whole world❞

synopsis : How does it feel to be their fantastic s/o ?

pairing : Aiku, Sae, Shidou, Luna x gender neutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : None, that’s mainly fluff and comfort (a bit suggestive on Aiku and Shidou’s part, some « feminine » pet names in Aiku’s part)

word count : 1850~ words

author-note : Hii !! Thanks for your request. To be honest, I didn’t even remembered who was Luna lmao, so I read again Blue Lock to see his face.. I swear I forgot about him. Hope you like it and that I hadn’t made them too occ !! (I’m becoming a simp for Aiku help) take care of yourself ♡

AIKU OLIVER seems quite intimidating at first, maybe because of his famousness or because of his height, but meeting him the first time made you nervous. He’s super outgoing, and straightforward (it’s a bit scary-). But when you get to know him better, he’s going to be the sweetest of these four boys ! Aiku puts his whole heart into everything if it’s for you. You want a new plushie ? He’s going to search for the perfect plushie for you, with the cutest design, your favorite color : prepare yourself, he’s gonna take some classes to learn how to make one. Alright, it won’t be the most beautiful plushie you’re gonna see but hey !! He did it with his hands ?? And it took a while to do so !! He prefers to do something more significant for you than to simply buy something (but he will buy you a lot of things, jewelry, books he thinks you’d like, ect.). He’s a flirt, ngl, he likes to embarrass you, but he always makes-up for it, by pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. I definitely think he would call you honey, sweetheart or my girl.

"- Sweetheart, I’m 200% sure eating two chocolate bars are not very good for your stomach…"

"Nah, don’t worry about me- AIKU !"

He grabbed the chocolate from your hands and put his over his head.

"I don’t wanna hear you whine like a baby because your stomach hurts, mkay ? My sweet girl can’t even take care of herself well", he said in a playful tone.

"Shut up, Aiku, and give me my chocolate bars. Now."

"Then make me, honey", he winked at you and you rolled your eyes. You approached him, hugging him, and putting your hand on his torso, in a seductive way. He felt his heart beating faster, harder in his chest, and the kiss you gave him on his neck made him feel kinda hot, his cheeks becoming red.

You snatched the chocolates bars from his hands and ran away, leaving the poor man alone, flustered. Yeah, he’s whipped for you. A big simp with absolutely no shame.

ITOSHI SAE is extremely different from Aiku. His demeanor is cold, and he was extremely distant and dry in the beginning of your friendship. Then, as the time past, he was more and more attached to you, and started catching feelings. He was so mad at himself : you probably saw him as a friend, and nothing more. Plus, he was kinda mean towards you, he thought you would like a nicer man.. but when you confessed to him, he (almost) had a smile on his face. This man’s gonna pamper you the best he can, buying you the most expansive jewelry ever, the prettiest clothing, taking you to dates often, even if he’s extremely busy. His love language is surely gift giving and quality time !! I feel like he’s very protective too, especially to soccer players; and kinda his brother, who’s one of your friends. He’s a bit insecure and he’s definitely touch starved, so you need to boost his confidence and assure him you won’t leave him anytime soon (never). He would definitely call you dear or babe.

"What are you looking for ? ",you asked, seeing your boyfriend searching something in the closet of your shared home.

"My white shirt, I have an appointment with some journalist today, but I don’t find- oh."

He saw you holding out his shirt, a proud smile on your face.

"I put your shirt away this morning, I was convinced you were going to be late."

"Thanks, babe", he said, a small smile creeping on his face, taking his shirt and your hand in his, kissing your knuckles gently. He put his shirt and then headed to the door of the house. You followed him.

"Don’t forget the restaurant this evening, dear", he said, taking his coat.

"Mmh", you kissed him goodbye, smiling through the kiss.

"I won’t be long, I promise. Love you."

SHIDOU RYUSEI is… a special lover, to say the least. Prepare yourself for tons of adventures and tons of weird stares. He has literally no shame, he’s extremely bold, even in public (this dude doesn’t understand PDA ig) and he doesn’t give a shit about people around him, not what they think of him. But when it comes to you ? Ohh man. He’s extremely proud of you, he’s gonna show you off to everyone 24/7, and if somebody says something about you that he doesn’t like, you would need to calm him fast because he’s ready to throw hands. He wants to hang-out with you all the time, he’s capable of everything for you. Definitely a simp and a hype-man !! He wants to be in your arms 24/7 and absolutely love when you praise him about his skills in soccer or in anything else. This man has a lot of respect for you, your family and friends, but he’s sometimes a bit harsh towards your friends, especially if some of them disrespect you because « it’s fun » or because they’re the « pickme » type.

"Oh hi, Y/N !", you turned your head towards the noise to see two friends you haven’t seen in a while.

"Oh, hi, long time no see ! How are you ?"

"I’m fine ! How are-" answered your first friend, before being interrupted by the second one, that was looking down at you.

"I heard you have a boyfriend now ?"

"Uh… yeah I have, I’m waiting for him to get out of his training right now. He’s a soccer player !", you responded, a bit nervous, a strained smile on your lips.

"Wondering how you get a hottie like this to even take a look at you."

You felt immediately humiliated, you haven’t seen her for almost one year and a half, and she’s already trying to belittle you ? You frowned, and she stopped laughing in a high-pitched voice to look at you again, then sighed.

"Man, you’re so sensitive, chill. It’s a joke."

"A joke is supposed to be funny, bitch."

Shidou appeared behind your second friend, pushing her towards the first one, hurting her a bit in the process.

"Get the fuck out of here now or I’m going to smash your fucking head into the concrete."

They ran away, the second one literally scared for her life, and Shidou put his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the exit of the corridor.

"Don’t listen to her doll, you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world, you know that. I’m the luckiest man here."

LEONARDO LUNA is a sarcastic yet, loving man. He absolutely loves to tease you and to fluster you, it’s his hobby. Making you blush ? He’s smiling. Making you laugh ? He’s crying from your cuteness. His humor is so good, you’ve never seen a funnier man in your life, istg. He’s even more funny when you two go on a date and when he decides to judge every. single. person. that walked past both of you. He’s fond of you, and each day he has you on his side makes him realize he’s the happiest man of the world, thanks to you. He wants you to come to his games with his jersey, and he told his coach he wanted you on the bench near the field, to hold you in his arms after each win, and each defeat. You literally have him warped around your finger, he’s willing to do anything for you to be happy, even belittle himself. His friends tease him about you, but he can’t protest : you’re the light in his life, he counts the days before seeing you again (when he needs to be in a foreign country for soccer), you’re his wallpaper screen, he’s always calling you or texting you, sometimes in the middle of training.

"Luna, what are you doing ?? We’re training man", scoffed his teammate, seeing him on his phone, smiling like a kid.

"I’m texting my s/o, ‘kay? So stop disturbing me, thanks."

"You’re such a simp", he laughed.

"Shut the fuck up", Luna answered, cheeks red, embarrassed.