#bllk shidou ryusei fanart

[kaisagerr]

what r they staring at me for...

[bkblaise]

Oh they became animals what happened my hand slipped

[quehecke]

gave him the tattoos and piercings he deserves 🙏

[yrdnzz]

some shidou and kaiser stuff from last year

comms are closed at the moment but i will be doing sketches in return for donations for supporting those in palestine, more information on that here :]

[c7arisse]

could you draw some ryusae art if you can and if you have time and remember to eat sleep and relax (●◡●)

thanks dear 🥹🥹

[jjdotexe]

Started doodling in April, finished this morning

Didn't have the space to put Hiori :,(

[hellothereandimsosorry]

pxg doodles

[sappho-rose]

[love---mandy]

‘Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger’

Season 2 Save Me, Season 2 Save Me

I usually don’t post so soon after my last one but I really wanna show them off, I’ve got another one already lined up,

[shinovich0]

[ryozeroswim]

Blue lock random headcanons 2 | Sae Shidou and Gagamaru

when it says horrible i mean terrible (bad-at-lying)

Headcanon generator was created by @nullin-void on tumblr

DON’T REPOST | NO ROBAR | DON’T STEAL

Tw: Ryo_Zeroswim

Ig: Ryo_Zeroswim

[kojikooo]

Shidou in a cockroach costume, that's all.

[bkblaise]

women in suits ok ? !! ! !

[quehecke]

free my goat he's innocent (hes not)

[yrdnzz]

he’s asking if u want one (ik bc i have a MBA in emojian)

[str4ngr]

asked for it.

r. itoshi. | my drug, my addiction.

cw: suggestive, jealousy, teasing, gn & bratty! reader, wc: 458. notes: og prompt was for a party but i'm gonna tweak it a little so it doesn't get repetitive. this is gonna be like, a 'bonding trip' he was forced to go on, and he brought you.

The debate of PDA for Rin, who believed against it, was a losing battle.

His eyes honed in on the way his teammates fawned over you. Your beauty. Your elegance. Everything about you was perfect, of course it was. No lukewarm person could possibly be with Rin. And you couldn't ever be with some lukewarm mutt of a teammate.

Staring at the way you smiled and laughed with Bachira, lightly snacking on your tea sandwich. He felt irritated, jealousy swirling in his belly as his lips met the edge of his cup, wishing it was the warm kiss of your lips. His eyes unceremoniously glanced over your figure, taking you in for the nth time in the past hour since he had brought you here.

You had pleaded, begged, whined, and moaned, not like that but he wished, about how you wanted to accompany to his trip. Rin wanted to say no, desperately, but how could he say no to you when you wrapped your arms around him, puppy eyes making him melt. He nodded with a sigh, glaring at the wall with rosy cheeks.

He wished with every ounce in his body that he simply close his eyes and held his ground. Now he was stuck with you purposly stepping closer to Bachira, the mindless idiot not taking the hint of your mock flirtation. It was obvious it was empty-handed, it meant nothing. But that doesn't draw a line for Rin, his heart still burning with envy as your gorgeous smile graced another's eyes.

His nails dug into his palms as his eyes forced themselves away from you, buch to your dismay.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you whined to Bachira, who you were openly whining to about Rin,

"See! He doesn't even care."

Laughing in confusion, and a hint of amusment, Bachira grins,

"Make him care!"

So maybe it was a scheme. But, schemes are supposed to have an ending that gets you out of the vault with the money and with your head on, right? Apparently, not all heists for love and attention are so successful. Or at least in an sweet sense.

Luxury cars were greatly comfortable, perfect, expensive, cushiony seats that dipped under your weight. Then they dipped against as Rin pinned you down to the backseat, lips dragging down your neck,

"You want attention? right?"

He asks, more of a demand, for an answer, eyes glaring into yours. He hovers over you, hands on either side of your head, one knee to your left, the other between your thighs. You tried to respond, voice caught in the lump of arousal that clogged your throat. Your silence, intentional or not, did nothing to quell his burning jealousy,

"You get what you ask for."

notes: i hope this doesn't get repetitive...