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mochikofi · 10 months

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: yandere behavior.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬: 𝐛𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐥𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞.

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 - he's the type to kidnap or kill someone just because they laid their eyes on you. He doesn't care if it's a girl or a boy, he believes that he is the only one who can look at you and touch you. If he catches you talking to somebody else, he will quickly pull you away and go back to your house and lock you. He just wants you to depend on him and only him, hell he will even create a problem for you just to solve it in the end.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞!"

𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈, chigiri, kunigami, 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔, reo, 𝐑𝐈𝐍, karasu, kira, 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, aiku.

𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 - he's the type of yandere who will always go to your house, yearning for attention and support. And he's the type to show hints that he's obsessed with you and he will always get angry when you still don't get it. You just think it's a innocent act. And when both of you are going out and he sees a man staring at you, he will rush to your side and hold your waist while glaring at them. After all, he claimed you first so he has rights to be clingy and protective around you.

"𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞?"

𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, rin, 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀, yukimiya, niko, 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈, 𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐈, kuon, 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 - He's the type to act nice to you and your family just so he can get their trust. And when he finally gets their trust he will ask if you could live with him, and of course they said yes, after all he's the perfect man for you. He knows every movement you make because he installed cameras around the house. And after you're comfortable with him, he will tell you lies to make you hate your family and friends. He will make you leave them behind so you can be with him. He will give you everything and will do anything you ask for him, after all it is his duty as your 'perfect' boyfriend.

"𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?"

𝐑𝐄𝐎, 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈, chigiri, kunigami, 𝐒𝐀𝐄, gagamaru, karasu, 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐔, hiori, 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑.

𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 - he will be the reason why you're suffering from hatred, grief, and loneliness. He always spread rumours about you so you can only go to him. He will make you think that he's the only person who is on your side and who will love you. He finds it amusing how easily he can break you.. he finds it exciting and it gives him pleasure. He will comfort you and say nice things like 'don't listen to them' but he knows damn well that he's the cause of your sadness and anger. But, he's good at hiding it so it might take you a while to escape him.

"𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭."

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑, 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈, barou, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔, yukimiya, raichi, 𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐀, kuon, kira , 𝐄𝐆𝐎.

anime masterlist - navigation.

lmk if the chracters dobt fit in the hc ^^

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luvingshidou · 1 month

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Are you the one making these pink icons? They’re so cute I love them!!! You should totally make Charles ones 🤭🙏

YEAHHH I ALSO MADE MORE CUZ WHY NOTTT🫶🫶🫶

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theholypeanut · 9 months

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Part 2 (part 1 here)

For the record: Otoya tried to pick up chicks in cinema but no luck

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #barbie or oppenheimer #yukimiya kenyu #bllk aryu #niko ikki #blue lock shidou #itoshi sae #bllk karasu #otoya eita #gagamaru headcanons

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pfpanimes · 1 year

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⌕ blue lock - new illustration.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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do-suko-120 · 10 months

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Ubers…housekeeper…?

#bllk barou #bllk aryu #bllk niko #bllk fanart #bllk aiku #bllk sendo

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megu-nya · 11 months

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★·.·´ CHAPTER 1 — SWEET ESSENCE `·.·★

★ ¦ ft: vampire!aryu jyubei x gn!reader

★ ¦ tw: nsfw :: dub-con (?) :: (little) porn with (much) plot :: blood kink :: blood sucking :: fingering :: penetration

★ ¦ summary: The silly idea of your friends to visit an abandoned mansion, partying there and go drunk ghost hunting turned into a massacre like the ones seen in a horror movie upon the owner finding out there were intruders in his precious home. Unlike your pals, you weren't able to die quick.

★ ¦ previous :: book I :: next

Ruby red blood was dripping down the pale, almost white, slender fingers adorned with black, almond shaped nails, the little crystal-like drops falling into the mouth of a predator, passing white shimmering fangs, landing on a pink but yet reddish tongue, the adams apple of the man moving with every swallow of the sweet liquid until there was nothing left. But he wasn't satisfied yet. He needed more.

"Oh, this one's still living", he said, his orbs moving to the corner of his eyes to catch a glimpse of your fragile form trying to escape from this massacre, looking like a crime scene out of a bad horror movie. You flinched, feeling his cold stare on you, body freezing in place, unable to even lift a finger. You felt like a deer in headlight, too stunned to be able to do something, only able to accept your fate.

In the blink of an eye, the man was in front of you, looking down on you, eyes glued onto all the bite marks he previously had left on you, thinking they were enough to take all of your life force, but this time he was wrong. For the first time in his hundreds-of-years-old life there was a human being that was able to survive getting feasted on by him. He truly was intrigued as to why this happened.

"Tell me your name, little thing", he said, flashing his fangs with every word spoken, remanents of the blood he sloppily drank earlier dripping out of the corner of his mouth but quickly getting caught by his tongue gliding over his bottom lip, the sight of it sending a shiver down your spine, your hands getting cold and sweaty, your brain telling you to run away but your muscles refusing to move even a millimeter.

"I said: tell me your name", he growled, seemingly annoyed at you not doing as he wished, being able to say a word, yet even your own name, mind all occupied with fear for your own life. His hand reached down and settled under chin, right around your neck, sharp nails digging into the sensitive flesh, ripping open the wounds he had left earlier with them, picking you up with a choke hold as if you weighed nothing, as if you were light as a feather, demonstrating his prowess to you and who was in charge of this situation.

"I won't repeat myself", he said, a hue of deep red shimmering in his otherwise yellow eyes. Your hands found their way onto his singular one groping your throat, choking you just enough to make you unable to wiggle away, as if you could, but still enough to take the air out of your lungs, mind getting all fuzzy and dizzy, starting to spin of the lag of oxygen reaching your grey cells as you tried to get rid of the hand around your soft flesh.

When the man noticed your body going limp, about to pass out from his strong hold he let you go, letting you fall onto the ground with a loud thud, watching you as you held your hand at your throat, coughing as you finally regained your senses and the good that your body desired so much finally returning into your system. "Speak, human", he demanded, growing even more impatient than he was before.

You glared up at him through your eyelashes, chest moving heavily up and down, trying to regain your strength. As mad at him and as disgusted you were of him, your desire to survive this situation overshadowed your broken ego, giving in and telling him your name, a satisfied huff leaving his pale lips. "See, wasn't so hard", he mocked you, eyes wandering up and down your body, mischief in his mind turning his cold features into a cocky smirk. Only the gods knew what he was thinking of in this moment.

"You're quite an... exception", he began to say. "Nobody has ever survived being fed off by me. I am really curious as to why", he continued, eyeing you thoroughly, even more thoroughly than he did before. "I'm very intrigued by you, my dear. How about we test out how long you can survive my... Ministrations", he smirked, not waiting for your response and picking you up, draping you over his should as if you were a sack of potatoes.

You squirmed around, kicking your feet against his stomach and slamming your fists into various parts of his back and shoulders, but in vain. Unfazed by your laughable tries of getting free he continued to walk until he reached his destination, opening the big double door. You couldn't see where he had taken you to until he let you fall onto something soft and silky. Blinking a few times you finally realised where you were — a bedroom.

"It was foolish of you and your little friends to think that this was an abandoned mansion you could use to party in", he chimed, amused by the look on your face when he took both of your wrists into one hand and pinning them above your head, not giving you even the slightest second to think about standing up and running away, tall frame looming over you, flashing you fanged grin.

Strands of his long, raven hair fell out of its low ponytail and into his face, building a contrast to his otherwise almost white as snow face. Within a second of having restrained you he leaned down, mouth hover right above the expanse of your neck, cold breath fanning over the sensitive flesh, making your shiver and goosebumps adorn your skin, trying to squirm away from his ice cold lips touching you.

A sharp, stinging pain ran through your whole body, making you tense and mewl in discomfort, his fangs breaking your skin and reaching their desired depth, drawing blood from the small wound, the encymes in his salvia mixing with your blood in order to keep it from clotting and closing the wound so he'll be able to feast as long possible, death always being his victim's, or rather prey's, only way out of this gruesome situation.

Only for a split second did his mouth leave your neck, latching onto it again to start suckling on the wound he has left on your delicate skin, lapping up your sweet life essence, groaning at it sliding down his throat, it's scent filling his nostrils and it's taste his mouth, overstimulating all of his senses, mind going hazy, unable to concentrate on anything else than the delicacy underneath his very own fangs.

For the both of you it was like a fever dream, so unreal and yet so real at the same time. Lost in your taste and scent, Aryu started to lose his composure, letting go of all that held him back, legs suddenly parting yours and aligning his crotch with your own, starting to rut against like a feral animal, sweet moans getting muffled by his mouth still working on your neck wound, mewls of pain and pleasure leaving your parted lips, eyes pressed together and a frown grazing your features.

But he couldn't fully feast on you, at least not yet. He needed to take his time if he really wanted to enjoy you to your full potential. "I apologise", he said when he got up and looked at your flustered face, cheeks and ears a deep red, tears at the swell of rolling down the apples of your cheeks, his chest heaving up and down as much as yours did, back of his hands wiping away the savlia that was about to drip down his sharp jawline.

"Normally I wouldn't let myself do something like this, but your taste... It's... Indescribable", he murmured, almost to himself. Aryu needed all his strength to hold himself back right now. The need to feed off of you and to fuck you senseless was equally strong. Never in his long life has he ever felt something like that, especially not towards his meal. He only knew about such a thing existing due to acquaintances of his experiencing it and telling him stories about it, but he never expected it to happen to him — a human who was fitting to be his bride.

"So the others were right. This really is a whole new sensation." His slender and cold fingers were running up and down your thighs and the side of your body, grazing the skin that was exposed ever so lightly, but still enough to make you shiver from the coolness of his. You raised an eyebrow at him, not understanding the gibberish he was talking about, eliciting a chuckle from the tall male.

"My dear", he spoke, softening his grasp on your wrists, letting go of one hand but still keeping the other in his own, bringing it up to his mouth and gently placing a featherlight kiss on the back of your hand, your cheeks heating up from his actions, making you all flustered all over again. "Let me make you mine in every way possible and I'll become yours for eternity."

You wanted to say no. You wanted to run away. But you couldn't. Something in you saw the man who was about to suck you dry in a totally different light. His features became attractive instead of being frightening. His voice became soothing instead of causing discomfort. Little did you know those changes in your attitude towards him were a side product of what caused the man above you to ask you to become his.

Vampires do not multiply by turning humans into their kind, but at the same time they are unable to mate with both, the living and the undead — or at least all of them except for one. For every vampire on this earth there is one human being that is destined to become their spouse, a fated mate one might say, but it has a twist to it.

It might take a vampire hundreds of years to find the human that belongs to them and once they did their blood becomes the sweetest and most delicious thing they have ever tasted in their life, never getting enough of them until they either accidentally kill their partner or fall so madly in love with them that they turn them into a vampire. This is the only time a vampire will be able to create another and after that being able to get pregnant or impregnate.

Aryu just knew that you were said "fated mate" for him, the way you tasted and the way he immediately became obsessed was enough evidence for him. Oh and the way you looked at him with your big doe eyes, tears grazing your waterline but being unable to roll down your blushing cheeks, made his heart and dick throb. He wanted to take you right here and now, continuing sucking your blood while blowing his load into you, not caring whether you'd be able to bear his child or not, alone the thought of it made him almost lose all of his self composure.

"Darling, please say yes", he almost whispered, words coming out breathy and like a plead, eyes pained from the urge to just fuck into you, but needing to hold back for yours and his sake, mouth watering at the sight of your chest heaving up and down heavily and the bite he had left on you, a little bit of blood still trickling down your delicate skin. His mouth was hanging agape, breathing through it and trying to calm himself down, his fangs showing from behind his lips, still covered in your blood.

You didn't know what overcame you when you finally gave in after an awfully long two minutes of not saying anything to agree. A spark of joy rushed through all of Aryu's body and right down to his dick, tip leaking even more with pre-cum and staining his underwear, but he was quick to get rid of it, as well as the rest of his clothes and your own. Once he saw you being fully naked he halted whatever he was about to do and just looked at you, eyes scanning and admiring your body.

"You're beautiful", he breathed out, cold hands landing on your chest and fondling with it, nipples hardening at his touch and making you squirm, a light chuckle coming from the tall man. "My apologies", he said and retreated his hands from your sensitive upper body, fingers landing on your lips and pressing down in an attempt to ask for permission of entering your wet cave.

"May I?", he asked, wanting to verbalise everything he said, even if you'd get the gist he still wanted to fully state his intents, after all he was a predator and you were his prey he now would toy with. You almost whispered a shy 'yes' as you opened your mouth and granted him permission, his cold digits finding their way into your mouth, sending a shiver down his spine at the warmth of your tongue against them. It's been a long time he has felt such a warmth engulf his body... Or has he ever?

But now was not the to reminisce about his hundred of years long past, he should now concentrate on what, or rather who, was before him, making his life long wish come true. You scrunched your face at the feeling of his ice cold fingers laying heavily on your tongue, your saliva gathering in your mouth upon the sudden intrusion, but soon this cold turned into a lukewarm mixture, tongue cold as well as hot, not quite only one of those temperatures.

Aryu's gaze darkened at the sight of you taking his digits that well, feeling how your tongue worked around them as if they were a lollipop, wondering how it would feel to put your mouth to use for pleasuring other parts of his. A satisfied hum left him when he started to slightly and slowly thrust his two fingers in and out of your mouth, your mind and body immediately complying to what he wished you to do, sucking on his digits as if your life was depending on it.

"Such a good one", he purred and petted your head with his other hand, retrieving his fingers out of your wet cavern and turning you onto your stomach with a swift motion of his, making sure not to waste your fluids surrounding his white skin, making them shine and glimmer in the dimmed light. "But as much as I'd love to toy with you even more, darling, I am, after all, a man — quite an impatient on, if I may say", he told you and until you felt his fingers prodding at your hole you didn't really understand what he meant with it.

But even if he was as impatient as he said to be, he still did care about you and wouldn't do something you didn't give your permission to, so he waited. He waited until you gave him consent, a small and shallow "yes", before he pushed his two wetted digits into your hole, stretching you out so deliciously but still causing some pain due to your tight muscles not being used to such an intrusion.

Yet Aryu was skilled. As soon as he recognised the discomfort written onto your face he was quick to rub your lower back, telling you it's okay and that he'd give you time to adjust. Even if he said it he wanted nothing more than to devour your whole being, he wanted to make you his in every way possible on this god forsaken earth. He wouldn't mind burning in hell for all the sins he has done in his life if it means to get a piece of what's supposed to be his — and that being you.

It didn't take you long to adjust to his fingers resting between your tight and warm ring of muscles, but it still felt for him, a creature that roams the earth century after century, like an eternity had passed and he was more than eager to see your from pleasure contorted face. Not giving further thought to it he started to move his digits, slowly gliding in and out of you, trying his best to get you accustomed to them. If you were already writhing in pain from these few centimetres alone, he wondered how you'd react if something else of his were to replace them?

As soon as Aryu noticed the pleasure taking over you, your breath becoming more raged and little mewls and moans leaving your pretty lips, he picked up the pace and started to curl them, trying to find this one particular spot that he hoped would make you lose your mind. In a good way, of course. But he was skilled. Soon he had you made putty in his hands, thighs shaking from the pleasure, moan after moan being muffled by the pillows you hid your face in, walls clenching tightly around his fingers, sucking him like it was the only thing you were able to do.

"That's it, just like that", he cooed, praising you for being such a good one to him, his dick painfully hard, laying heaving against his abdomen and twitching every time you would moan, what was practically almost every second, pre-cum oozing out of his reddened tip and rolling down his shaft. You may be putty in his hands but the way you drive him crazy made him think otherwise.

"Oh, that was a really hard one", he chuckled at a certain clench of your walls and he fully knew what that meant. Even if Aryu was a cold blooded and hundreds of years old predator it didn't necessarily mean he wasn't skilled in the act of pleasure. To be honest, in his time as a very young vampire, around the he first century of his life, did some, or rather many, things he wasn't proud of but those taught him how to handle a beautiful and delicate, compared to him, creature like you.

"W-want to...", you stammered, barely audible for the man above you, making him tilt his head and lift an eyebrow, but you were unable to speak, mind and head filled with nothing but pleasure. "Hm? You have to speak, darling", he teased, fully knowing the side effect his ministrations had on you and your body, but yet again you didn't have any strength in your body to talk, so all you did was tilting your neck and showing him the spots on it he hadn't bitten down on and he got the gist — you wanted him to feed while pleasuring you.

"I might kill you", he said, voice as cold as his touch, frowning and wondering if you really wanted it or just said it in the heat of the moment. All you gave him was a weak nod and he sighed. He wanted it, he wanted it so bad but why did you want it? To make him happy? To escape the situation and hope for your death? Or did you feel the same way as him...? The same devotion as him, the same urge to do everything for his significant other and give them nothing less than the world?

Even if Aryu didn't know the answers to these questions he still complied, after all he was a hungry beast that never gets enough, no matter how much he'll feed on. So he retrieved his fingers from your core without further warning, making you groan in displeasure of the sudden feeling of emptiness, but soon it got replaced by something bigger, something heavier than his fingers, pulsating inside you just like you did around him.

"My apologies, but I just can't resist if you're such a tease", he whispered into your ear, cold tongue licking over the expanse of your neck and wetting the spot he was about to bite, his hips beginning to move and he groaned against your skin at the feeling of your warm and tight walls hugging him deliciously. He never wanted this feeling to end. He wanted it to last for eternity.

You just shook your head, signaling him it was okay and he let out a small chuckle, finally gaining the confidence to slowly start moving his hips, shaft leaving and entering you over and over again, razor sharp canines grazing your skin and making your shiver. It was all too much for Aryu — the way you felt around his dick, the sound of blood pulsing through your aorta right next to his ear, your warm skin pressing against his cold one.

And thus he lost all of the self composure he had left, hips snapping against yours in a fierce pace, teeth sinking into your skin and doing their work, starting to suck the blood out of you once again, but this time... There were over 7000 languages spoken around the world and several he was capable of understanding and speaking himself but none would be able to describe the sensation he felt right now in this exact moment, hips slamming into yours and the sweet iron taste of your blood sliding down his throat with every hard swallow.

It was all so much, he could feel himself getting closer to his high in less than a minute but for him it felt like hours or even days had passed, his movements beginning to stutter and becoming uneven. Your breath was raged and your moans a high pitched, but nothing beat the sound of the mewl your let out when his tip hit that one certain spot that had you seeing stars and letting your mouth hang agape in a silent scream when you came all over him, staining his white skin with your fluids.

And the way your walls clenched down on him drove him insane, the knot in his stomach becoming awfully tight before finally snapping after a particularly harsh thrust, his seed spilling into your core and filling you up, mixing with your own fluids on his abdomen and v-line. He cursed under his breath, muttering sweet nothings into your neck, telling you how good you feel and other things that became more and more inaudible with the blood leaving your body, mind becoming blurry before your vision faded into black, unable to hear, see or register a single thing around you.

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kuuchuuburanko · 6 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARYU!!

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock fanart #bllk fanart #aryu jyubei #jyubei aryu #bllk aryu #linny draws #slaystation 5 god bless amen

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moodybluesbabe · 8 months

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#blue lock #monochrome #manga #mangacap #manga aesthetic #bllk manga #blue lock manga #bllk #aryu jyubei #bllk aryu

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galaxynajma · 1 month

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Aryu looks like he would kin Rarity from mlp as a kid

#blue lock #I had this thought at almost 2am yesterday #aryu jyubei #jyubei aryu #bllk aryu #bllk #bluelock

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milaisreading · 3 months

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Most normal day at Ubers

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock #blue lock ubers #ubers #barou shouei #bllk barou #aryu jyubei #bllk aryu #niko ikki #bllk niko #sendou shuto #bllk sendou

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popponn · 8 months

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hair and lovers. [aryu jyubei x f!reader]

notes: this is intended to be read with 0 braincell on kind of crack fic. nonetheless, i tried to make them disgustingly sweet. the only thing that ever came close to mortal danger is aryu's hair.

“I love you, but I’m sick of this,” you said, grimness lacing both your face and tone. A pair of grass scissors rest in your hand like a murder weapon-to-be.

Aryu Jyubei—who had been and shall be forever called Aryu so the bitch wouldn’t pull a hissy fit—your boyfriend, your roommate, and unfortunately probably your soulmate for life too, stared at you in horror. “My beloved?! What—”

You didn’t let him finish. “Shut up. Or I will kill you.”

Dramatically, in return, Aryu gasped, “Was it Itoshi Rin?!”

At that, somehow, your temper immediately went down. You blinked owlishly, confused at what did that statement mean and how it came to be. You gaped, “What? Huh? How come?”

In front of you, Aryu—still in pigtails, eye cover still on his forehead all while wearing the bright ‘#1 OSHA!!!!!’ magenta custom pajama Bachira Meguru once gave him as a birthday gift—dropped his ass to the ground and waxed a poetry about style, Itoshi Rin, betrayal, also something akin to hoes before bros. With the last part, whatever desire you had to listen to him immediately evaporate to the thin air.

“Forget it,” you began. “I will really end you.”

Aryu turned his face to you, flipping his hair like some shampoo brand ambassador in the process. Dramatically, again, he proclaimed, “My darling! What has come into you?!”

“Your hair and our ruined date photo that’s what,” you replied, approaching him in a casual and lax manner—that actually translated into a walk that was as menacing as Barou Shouhei when he entered the field in Aryu’s point of view.

At your answer, your boyfriend’s eyes widened. A flash of memories flooded his mind—your sour face after every outdoor date in the last three months, your bitter smile every time you stare into the photo album. Stylishly, he understood everything. The scissors in your hand was without a doubt a weapon to part him with his hair.

“Beloved!” Aryu shouted at you, both of his hands raising up as if it could stop you. Within his hearts, he steeled himself shall it came to no choice and he should use his athletic capabilities to defend his hair—

“Oh, it seems you get it!” you stopped at your tracks, three steps away from him. You smiled sweetly, as you continued, “Then, let’s get to the point. Either I cut it or we can just break up.”

Aryu didn’t steel himself for that.

“What?!” he exclaimed. Immediately, Aryu stood back to his full height. You, who had been living under the same roof with him for quite a while, didn’t flinch even for a second. But, then again, it was you who had a sharp tool in hand.

“What do you mean what,” you deadpanned, every trace of smile vanishing away from your face. A small part of Aryu’s heart shed a tear at such loss—however, it shall be a story for another time.

“My stylish hair is part of this stylish me!” Aryu cried out as his hands clasped itself on your shoulder. He brought his face closer to you, begging, “How could you even thought of such thing?!”

Almost instantly, your face turned into an expression that was both adorable and painful for Aryu’s heart—your eyes sparkled as tears welled up in them and your lips grew into a quivering line. “I want a nice photo with you!” you cried back at him, your gaze thrown away from his. “And I’m your girlfriend! Is that so much to ask for?!”

A part of Aryu wilted at your question. To think he had become a man who made such thoughts exist within you. “Oh, my Dear…” he trailed off.

You ignored Aryu, expressing everything you had withheld within your heart for months. “I know you like your hair—but, it keeps hitting me! Sometimes it get in my mouth! Also, aren’t you a footballer?! It isn’t normal to have hair that long! And also, you spent so much time—”

“My beloved,” Aryu cut you off. Smoothly, his hands grasped both of yours as he dropped down to the floor, this time propping himself up with one knee. Gently, he took away the big scissors in your hand and put it as far as his hands would allow.

Feeling the tender stroke on the back of your palm, you finally let yourself meet his eyes again. Aryu looked at you with a determination as he once again opened his mouth, “Forgive me for making you feel in such unstylish way. However, I cannot let you, who I love, part this stylish me away from my stylish strands.”

At those words, you looked like you were about to cry. Without wasting a beat, Aryu continued quickly, unwilling to let even a drop of tear away from your eyes, “That’s why—let me propose to you a deal.”

You blinked at that, confused. Aryu silently cooed at that action, but nonetheless he had an important thing to do. Aryu slowly grabbed a part of his long hair and put it in your hand, entrapping them in between your fingers and his and Aryu knew he had made the right call.

“My beloved, from this day onwards,” he began, eyes never leaving yours. “Would you do me the honor of styling my hair to your heart contents, for every day, every time I will walk away from this house, whether it will be with your hand in mine or not?”

As Aryu finished his proposal, never once did the confusion leave your face. From the outside, as the daylight seeps from the window, Aryu could hear three series of chirping before suddenly the sound of your laugh broke out.

“Seriously?!” you tried to say in between your chortle. Aryu tried not to melt at the sight. It was both stylish and beautiful. Then, as you looked down at him and tightened your fingers around Aryu’s hair and fingers, you smiled—this time brightly and stylishly, “Sure, why not?”

Indeed, Aryu was a very happy man who did not made any wrong choice at that time.

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Good day, dear Kay! ^*^

Can I request some cute headcanons about being a blue lock fem!manager or assistant? Something like cute interactions, how manager cares of boys and they are simps/whipped or just have a soft spot for their cute manager. Please, ignore it, if it's uncomfortable for you!

Have a nice day~

The boys sure were surprised when Ego suddenly announced the news. Apparently the Bluelock boys were getting a new manager. Some were excited, some were angry but no one dared to oppose Ego. So here were they, with their new manager y/n l/n after a week they joined in.

How bluelock boys act with their new manager

F.t. The Bluelock boys

Gn! Y/n

Tw: Swearing

The art doesn't belong to me. Credits to the respective owner.

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Headcanons!

•Day 1 and it's hella akward. Isagi and Chigiri will try to ease the tension and befriend you. They realised that it's probably not that bad as they thought at first.

•Soon enough, everyone gets comfortable with you; well almost everyone except RinRin and Barou

•After spending a whole week with them you finally realise the reason Ego sent you as their manager. It was a whole chaos but somehow you still managed it.

•Nagi is like a parasite, always attached to you. Mainly because he gets to be lazy around you. "Y/nnn, you're the only one who is not a hassle. Please stay here forever"

"You're only saying this because I cleaned your room"

•On the other hand, Reo scolds you for babying Nagi (says who 🙄). But Reo will also teach you some of his football tricks in his free time.

•The worry about Shidou and Rin constantly being at each other's throats never leaves you alone.

"FUCK YOU STUPID BUMBLING ANTENNAE! " "OH FUCK ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD! "

*Aggressively throwing hands*

•Yeah, pretty much like that. You practically have to step in between their argument or else someone's definitely going to the hospital tonight.

•Although uou never believed Shidou being a 'Demon' because he always acts like an angel around you. Keeping you company when you're doing some boring paperwork and occasionally asking for your number.

•Same goes for Barou. He might look all scary and mean but inside, he's just a soft guy who likes cleaning with you. He'll often help you with cleaning the mess created by the other players.

•Whenever you're not doing your work, you're always seen with Otoya and Karasu. Whether it being pulling off small, harmless pranks or just having a chat in the lunch room. Karasu always bonks Otoya in the head for flirting with you. Oh god, he's such a simp for you.

•Saturdays for you are 'Self-care Saturdays'. Aryu along with Chigiri will both help you with your hair. Sharing their secrets and tips to self care. Oh boy, you sure are leaving Bluelock looking like a model.

•Isagi and Bachira never let the boredom get to you. Monopoly, snake and ladder, uno, whatever you want, they are always ready to play with you. The duo itself is so entertaining that you don't even need anything else.

•Ok but Rin Itoshi's usually 'so cold' and 'merciless' eyes always soften when you are with him. He hates to admit it but he has finally started to let down his tough walls around you. You being the only one whose presence is somewhat tolerable to him. You're often seen helping him with his workout.

•Yukimiya let's you wear his glasses PERIOD

•You definitely have regular sleepovers with Nanase and Hiori, with Niko sometimes joining you. Those 3 pure balls of sunshine never fail to make your day brighter.

•You still wonder, what would've happened if you had declined Ego's proposal. You would've never met such unique people. But you know one thing for sure, you will always stay in touch with the boys, no matter what path you or they choose in the future.

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I tried to include every character in this. I sincerely apologize but I couldn't think anymore. I'm not a manga reader, I'm sorry (　；∀；)

Soo how does it feel to be the Bluelock's favorite manager? I have decided that I'll start requests for Chainsaw man and Jujutsu Kaisen too. So currently, I'm open to write for 3 fandoms: Bluelock, Chainsaw man and Jujutsu Kaisen

Soo, let the requests roll in!

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