#The Darkness Inside the Light: Meguru

[hikarichino]

Playing Amazoness in Master Duel is making me wanna wake this one up

[moechies]

tw dark content heavy infantilization, smut

boys who baby you so much it's so suffocating </3

･ﾟ✧ boys who wake you up in the morning with soft kisses against your pantie covered cunt, tracing the outline of your squishy lips and drawing hearts on your clit <3

･ﾟ✧ boys who kiss n suck on your tits so gently that it's not enough, slightly warning you with a light squeeze to your wrists when you keep on squirming, 'i know sweet girl, s just a bit more.'

･ﾟ✧ boys who endlessly finger you, telling you that it's because he's prepping you for his overwhelming cock.. when you're borderline begging n begging for him but he just won't give it to you!

･ﾟ✧ and finally, boys who barely slide their thick tip inside your sweet hole, just to get off on only that! he thinks little girls like you aren't made to take such big cocks, n makes you cry for him to push in deeper. but he denies it, saying, ‘you aren't ready baby.. this is for the best..’

౨ৎ mahito, oikawa tooru, tendou satori, nagi seishirou, meguru bachira, ran haitani, draken ryuguji <3

(n more i cannot think rn ahahahwjw bye)

[hanmaitani]

A SIREN'S CALL

a little mermaid twisted fairytale...

PAIRING - Siren!Bachira Meguru x Reader WC - 1.1k GENRE - smut CW - monsterfucking, dubcon, oral, implied kidnapping SUMMARY - you've always been warned to stay away from the shore of your town, but something seemed to call you out there tonight.

written in collaboration with @ficsforgaza for their kinktober

HANMAITANI KINKTOBER FICSFORGAZA KINKTOBER

All your life you’ve been warned to stay away from the rocks. To never go out to the shore at night. That you never know what dangers can lurk beneath the dark surfaces of the waves.

You’ve always seen them as silly tales that the town tells their children to keep them home at night. You’ve never been more wrong.

Bright yellow eyes track your every move from the water as you balance precariously along the rocks. He’s not sure what has brought you out to him tonight, a dare or a stupid decision or something else. Honestly, he doesn’t care, because either way, the second he set his eyes on you, you were his.

“Aren’t you scared to be out here this late?” His voice catches you off guard but it’s almost as if the echoing sound of it makes you forget that you’re meant to be alone out here. It’s alluring, the way the moonlight seems to glint off the blond in his hair, how his voice rasps as he speaks to you, just low enough that it beckons you closer so you can hear properly.

“I’m not scared of fairy tales,” you reply sweetly, unsure of why you’re not concerned that you’re speaking to a stranger who was lingering in the dark water. You’re always so sure of yourself, Bachira has noticed it, he loves it.

“Everyone is afraid of the things fairy tales come from,” he rasps back. If you were paying attention, you would be able to see how his teeth catch the light when he smiles, rows of sharpened bone meant to tear at flesh. His voice distracts you, it’s tone, airy and light, making you want to keep getting closer, keep listening. You don’t even notice the flick of a fin in the water behind him.

You giggle softly and he only smiles wider, his hand outstretched out to you, palm open as if to ask for your hand. “Would you like to come closer? Your skin looks so pretty in this light.”

Your face flushes at the compliment, even though it would usually be a little disconcerting, and you place your hand in his as if in a daze. It’s almost instant the way his fingers curl around your wrist, claws curling around it, piercing into your soft flesh.

It hurt, but not enough to make you pull away. Not even as he pulled himself out of the water, sitting on the rocks and coaxing you down to his level. His hands glided over your skin easily, slick from the slime that coated his own skin.

“What’s your name?” You ask as he sits you upon the jagged rocks. You’re sure they’ll leave marks along your thighs, maybe even cut them up a little if you move too much. He knows this too.

“Meguru,” the name slips between his teeth, a slight hiss with it as his tongue flicks over his teeth, just enough to look slightly longer than usual. You reply with your own name and he only smiles, “I know.”

You’re slightly aware that this should concern you, this stranger with you on the rocks, who presents himself bare to you, knowing about you. It doesn’t. Not when his lips are pressed against yours without warning, tasting of salt water and sweetness.

His tongue wastes no time pressing into the seam of your lips, breaking them apart and snaking in. You’re sure now, that it’s much longer than you’d seen, the tip of it prodding deep into your mouth, brushing against the inside of your cheeks and gums until it’s tapping against the back of your throat and your body tries to gag against the intrusion.

It feels like you’re suffocating, as his tongue flexes in your throat, his sharp teeth nicking your lips as he rises over you and presses you back into the rocks. You're dizzy as his claws shred at the fabric of your shorts, making it so easy for him to get to where your heat seeps out from you.

When he pulls back, his tongue retracts after his lips do, leaving a loud squelching noise echoing in the air, his saliva coating your mouth. You’re sputtering and gasping but he’s already moved on, sinking partially back into the water as his face finds your thighs.

His nose brushes against your inner thigh inhaling deeply, loudly before groaning. “Smell so goooood,” he drawls before his tongue slithers from his mouth again leaving a trail of dripping wetness along your leg and towards your core. “Tastes better than the sea.”

You realize that that’s the taste left in your mouth, the burning of saltwater he’d left in your throat that’s making it so hard to breathe regularly, but you can’t be concerned, his voice is too pretty, his tongue too insistent, to let you think of anything else.

Sharp claws dig into your thighs, dimpling the skin as he holds them apart, allowing his tongue to swipe across your folds, wetting them more, mixing his saliva with your essence. The noise you let out is almost as inhuman as he is as his tongue pushes inside of you. You wonder if anyone has ever needed prepping for a tongue before, but as the wet muscle flexes and swirls inside of you, you realize it would have made it easier to take.

It feels like he’s reaching up into your gut, the tip of his tongue prodding against that soft spot inside of you. His claws had you in a death grip despite the slimy texture of his skin against yours. You only notice that his hair is wet when your own fingers card through it as he pushes you closer to the edge.

Your moans are so high pitched and consuming that you don’t notice how his tail flicks behind him in the water or how the moon glints off the scales along his neck. You don’t notice how your legs are being slowly pulled into the water. 

Not until the sea water splashes against your chin and you gasp when he pulls away, coming up above the water again. His eyes finally look as eerie as they should to you, glowing yellow in the dark of the night, his sharp teeth glinting as his claws wrap around you.

“You don’t mind if I take you home… do you?” You realize that it's not a question or a request as he drags you with him under the surface.

A/N - i got carried away and now i need him really really badly....

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[irisintheafterglow]

iris is missing bachira again, what else is new!!

in the limited amount of time you'd spent with bachira meguru, you learned that, with the exception of soccer, his attention span was shorter than a toddler's.

he was always fiddling with something at the outskirts of your vision, spinning a pencil or rolling a rectangular eraser back and forth. a closer look revealed an assortment of little drawings at the corners and headings of his notebook pages: little butterflies, trees, flowers, rockets, fish, and anything more you could possibly think of. you sat in the seat closest to the aisle where the teacher walked through during worktimes, and you developed the habit of tapping his side of the lab table when she started getting too close. bachira would then flip to whatever page he was supposed to be completing and put on the appearance of working hard, murmuring his gratitude when the teacher passed.

it was during a lecture about aquatic ecosystems when the first bachira doodle swam its way into your notebook. you didn't notice it at first, too focused on the presentation to see his hand quickly scribble on your paper before retreating like nothing happened. but, when you finally had a second to look down and see a fish swimming next to a crudely drawn piece of coral, the tiniest smile when you looked at bachira's face was a dead giveaway. you added your own stalk of seaweed to the picture and his smile only grew larger when you slid the paper over to show him.

over time, drawings began to include questions, questions turned to full messages, and full messages became gossip and complaints that were exchanged without any spoken words. his favorite thing to scribble was we won the game, btw :D because you never failed to giggle at his terribly drawn soccer ball next to the smiley face. his most frequently asked question, however, was a tossup between what tf are we learning and i'm so hungry. he was a distraction in class, yes, but a welcome one when you needed someone to lighten a dark mood.

you found that his bored tendencies rubbed off on you, as you were itching to write something one day when the teacher had explicitly instructed you to watch the documentary without taking notes. bachira knew that you had a hard time remembering things if you didn't write them down, and his solution startled you.

"it's okay, just write on me!" he beamed at you as he whispered over the movie playing on the projector. "you let me do it all the time, so let me return the favor."

"i let you do it because none of your pens are permanent, bachira. it's also just doodles, not full sentences," you point out, a blister starting to form on the inside of your fingers as you spin your pen. "mine are a little harder to wash off, trust me."

"as long as you don't draw a dick on my face, i really don't care," he shrugs and you scoff as he's rolling up his sleeve and presenting you his blank forearm. "your canvas awaits." seeing the hesitancy on your face, he nods encouragingly and takes the liberty of drawing a very shaky smiley face on the side of his thumb. "your turn!"

for the remainder of class, bachira's chin rests in his palm with his elbow propped on the table, his other arm extended to you as you jot down whatever you want to remember for later. bachira watches you more than he does the video, memorizing the way you bite your tongue when you're thinking and the way your eyes light up when you figure out how to paraphrase a thought. it's endearing and an odd fluttering feeling occurs in his chest as you look over at him with a grateful smile. at the end of the period, you draw a heart on the inside of his wrist before rushing off to your next subject, still expressing your thanks as you push in your chair.

later, bachira brushes off his teammates when they ask why he has pen stains all over his arm; he says he didn't have time to scrub it before the game.

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the blue lock players begin to notice an odd habit of bachira's, a sort of ritual right before every match. he rolls up his uniform's long-sleeve until just enough of his wrist is showing, and draws something on the inside of his wrist. with the cap of the marker between his teeth, bachira obviously struggles to draw with his non-dominant hand but declines assistance when isagi offers.

when he kisses the heart on the inside of his wrist before scoring every goal, he hopes that you can feel it's for you, with a promise that he'll be back to you soon.

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[koiir]

TRYNA TAKE A TRIP UNDERNEATH THE MOONLIGHT

— Lyrics from moonlight that describe how they love you

Characters; Rin, Bachira, Isagi, Reo x fem!reader

Genre; fluff, comfort?

A/n: going to continue with this little pattern of my post being inspired by twice for the next nine days… also not proofread so don’t mind the mistakes

“You’re eyes are glowing in the dark / lighting the way to where you are”

Rin cant place a finger on what he’s feeling at the moment, he should be focusing on his plays yet one thing is keeping his mind occupied, someone. It’s been like this for weeks, probably longer though since he’s always pushed the thought away. Not wanting to admit defeat to this… feeling he has for you.

Rin isn’t stupid, he knows what he should label this feeling as but doesn’t. He knows that he views you more as a friend, he wants more. But stubborn as ever, rin doesn’t accept this to be reality. Even when his teammates point out this, he ignores them as always. Cause what do they know about rin? What do they know about you two?

“Rinnieee, your girl is here.” “Shut up.” Rin wished he could punch Shidou, glaring at him as he laughed at Rin’s reaction. He asked for you to pick him up, enjoying the ride to wherever you two would go. You always decided on a new place to go, switching up where you two would go. Rin always said it was “stupid” but he couldn’t deny the fact that he enjoyed the whole ride with you.

Once away from the facility, Rin was able to spot you outside your car. Head down until you looked up at him, a smile making its way onto your face. Rin tried to fight it, but he let a small smile out. He couldn’t help it, rin was captivated by you.

His eyes naturally would follow you, it’s always been this way. Since youth, you would be the only other person who could catch his attention other than his brother. It’s like a treasure he was chasing, so desperate to make it his. It was your eyes that rin could never look away from, his favorite part of you if he was being honest.

The way your eyes lit up, the way that had rin in a trance, not being able to look away. His only thought being getting closer to you, following the path with a glow so bright he couldn’t describe.

For once maybe rin can focus on something else, maybe something different could bring him a new happiness. He isn’t so certain of his decision until he gets closer, and looks at your eyes. The light in them telling him everything he needs to know. The light in you will lead him to become better, better in himself and create something beautiful that he never thought he could obtain.

“Ain’t nothing pulling us apart / when we’re together”

Any moment spent with Bachira is always filled with the unexpected, what else could you expect from him? But that’s what you loved about him, with your two different personality’s the two of you complimented each other and fit together like a puzzle piece.

So any time spent with Bachira, expect him to keep a hand on you at all times. It seems as though he can’t keep his hands off of you, especially now at the beach. He’s jealous, that much is obvious to you as he kept a turning his head around.

“Stop looking Meguru,” you snapped him out of his trance, a pout on his face.

“I can’t though! Especially with the way they keep looking at you…”

It’s been like this every since you two came to the beach, Bachira noticed the stares those boys were giving at you. Jealousy filled his veins, the way others looked at you as if you were single and clearly not with him.

“What if they noticed you though, it isn’t every day Meguru Bachira is out and about.” You teased, a grin on your face as you looked at him like he was the only one sight.

And in truth, he was the only one in sight. He wanted it to stay this way, making sure no one caught your eye but him. A spark erupted inside of him, now it was his turn to give you that grin smirk you loved.

“How about we take a dip in the water?” Bachira wasn’t going to wait for you to answer, but instead grabbing you into a bridal style hold and heading to the shore ahead.

“MEGURU BACHIRA STOP,” you kept calling out for him to stop, laughter coming from the both of you as you finally reached the water.

The cold water hit your knees as Bachira put you down, only for you to cling onto him as he laughed. “What the hell meguru!” A small hit to his chest was given as you looked up at him.

You couldn’t help but just stare, the same could be said for Bachira. The sun had set long ago, leaving the faint scene of the moon with the stars in view, creating a light in which you two shined under.

“Heh… hey, I love you [name].”

He softly spoke, enough for you to hear. Bachira didn’t look away, still looking deep into your eyes with passion so strong it burned like a flame. He pulled you in, making note of the way it seemed as though you two were the only ones around.

The silhouette of two could be seen the distance of the beach, the two lovers that held each other in the water sharing a moment of love. Although it seemed that he had calmed down, Bachira made sure to give a grin while sticking his tongue out to the group of boys eyeing you. Making it know that he was yours, and you his.

“I Wanna be the air, be the air your breath / hold you forever”

SIMPP. That’s all I can say about him, bye. No but actually, with the was Isagi act’s you, it’s so obvious how down bad he is for you. It’s evident in the way he goes full on caring mood, watching for every single thing if it means that you will be fine.

Especially now, with you being sick and having to be taken care of, but your mother took that role while Isagi wished he could help.

“Can I come over?!” His voice laced with concern, almost pleading for you to say yes.

“Yoichi no-“

“[name] please? I’m sure your mom would appreciate the help,” ever since he found out of your sickness, isagi had been making plans for every thing that you might need, and would come over or drop it off. He was suppose to leave, but he couldn’t, not if it meant he could be by your side while in your time of need.

Your mother greatly appreciated him, she always had been fond of your best friend over the years, so when he came to help she would tease you once he had left. Telling you how lucky you were to have found someone like him.

“And what if you get sick? I don’t want that for you,” if only you knew how those words affected him. Isagi had always loved the way you always think of others, even if you always didn’t voice it. How he wished to be next to you right now, being in the same space caring for you. He never thought he would grow envious of air itself, wishing you could breathe him in the same way you do as air.

“What about your mom, huh? She might get sick, and would you rather her get sick than me?”

“It’s not like that’s going to happen, cause at least she’s keeping her distance unlike you who literally stayed in my room for your whole stay even though I kept sneezing and coughing.”

He remembered that, it was only two days ago when he stayed with you. Isagi stayed In your room, even with your protest. But he argued that you might get bored being alone and that he had to take care of you. With your mother out, he was the only one able to aid you, so you didn’t bother fighting back. Also because his presence made everything seem more better, resulting in you to fall into a blissful slumber. Dreaming of a new dawn to come.

“Ughh, fine. But on one condition.”

“And?! What is it?!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness, your heart flutter after seeing him so happy over your answer.

“You make the soup… you know the one gave me that one time? Oh! Maybe you can even teach me how to make it? How does that sound?”

You continued the ramble on, isagi hearing attentively while he smiled to himself. He’ll do anything for you if it means he gets the chance to be with you.

“All the stars above got nothing on you baby / and your love is shining like the sky”

Reo has had everything handed to him. That much was obvious when you first two became friends, but the so obvious was no longer true when he befriended the guy ‘nagi’ and had to basically drag him everywhere you two went. Reo helped form the trio between you three, and soon it became a daily thing for the three of you to hang out.

You remember the day reo told you about his true dream and goal, the one he wished for one day. The one thing that was not in his grasp. Even with the two of you being friends for a couple months, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were going to have the same thoughts as everyone else. Wondering why he had such a foolish dream when he already had everything he needed.

But when you told him that he should go for it, telling him he was already a natural player, he felt something he never had before. The smile you gave him reminding him of how he smiled when watching soccer matches, the smile so bright he couldn’t look away. That’s when it occurred to Reo that he had another dream, the one in which he had you.

“Man… you so lucky [name] that your house has so much space. Meanwhile I had to be trapped in that apartment I live in…”

“That’s because you live in the City reo, plus your apartment isn’t bad at all! It’s large and is really pretty you know.” You two had always been over to the others home, enjoying the company of one another and sometimes with nagi. But tonight it was only you and reo, on top of the roof of your home that had a view the mountains.

Reo remembered first seeing the new place your dad had bought, having people build the beautiful house filled with acres of land. He loved the freedom that came from your home, wishing he could be over with you all the time.

“Well yeah… but sometimes I wished here. Do you know if any of the lands are available?” A grin made an appearance on rep’s face, the grin he could never let go of when with you.

“Reo you know all the lands have been sold, why not try to bargain with one of the owners?” You gave a sly smile, knowing that if he wanted, he could get any home he desired.

He gave a small “no,” looking up at the sky that was filled with countless of stars. The ones that twinkled so bright, reminding him of the bright future he could have if he gave it his all. The he thought of you, wondering about the possible out come of you two. He thought of a future, one In where you were his, finally being able to make you his. No matter how many stars reo counted, he only had one he wished to have.

“Enjoying the view?” Your voice being him back to reality, the reality in which you two lay next to each other. He wished he could do this every day, be by your side, be the one who holds your heart.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so bad… even with the countless numbers of stars the only thing on my mind is you.” Reo could only hope that you could make his dreams come true, that you felt the same. He waited, until he heard the words spoken from you that gave him all the hope he needed. The words that made him realize his dream just might come true.

[ten-shi-fandoms]

"Happy Valentine's Day!"

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CW: Bachira Meguru x Reader, mention of biting (He bites your cheek-), Bachira being a bit goofy, licking of tears, pre established relationship (Bachira is reader's fiancee), Reader had a bad day, Characters are aged up (both have jobs and live in a apartment together),Comfort scenario

Authors notes: Hi! Still working on request! Also I'm going to be making banners soon for my Material lists so be on the look out for that^^, this scenario is written in a different format than my usual content but it is still gender netural! Tell me how you all like the new (test) format!

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Things just weren't going right.

It was just one thing after another.

You and your co-worker got into a fight about one of your projects and it almost ended up in a fist fight.

At lunch you were told to stay behind and check over some things before you could even think about lunch. Which ended up with you not eating lunch at all.

Even your boss was being a dick, by making you do way more work than you were supposed to and you weren't getting paid for it.

You ended up working four hours longer than your normal shift. By the time you left the sun was gone, the sky was dark and not even a single star was there to light up the sky.

You couldn't even rest on the bus home because you had to stand infront of a screaming child due to the bus being full.

You were exhausted, you just wanted to hurry and get inside your apartment away from the biting cold of the Autumn season.

You fumbled with your keys almost losing them when you tried to open your apartment door.

Finally when you opened the door you met not only with warmth but also the smell of sweets. You glanced around making note of the apartment being covered in pretty red and pink decorations that laid hazardedly along your walls, window, couch and even the tv.

As you continued to walk, the smell of sugar seemed to get stronger until you glanced into the kitchen.

And the sight you saw made all the stress you felt go away almost instantly.

There was Bachira, you fiancee, who was supposed to be in a championship overseas humming along to a song as he placed what looked like freshly baked cookies covered in frosting onto a plate.

His bangs looked to be pulled into a small ponytail, the apron you bought him a few years ago wrapped gently around his torso and tied snuggled in around his hips, frosting was all over his hands and face a tall tell sign he had been munching on the cookies.

A small smile graced you lips as you walked behind him, your arms wrapping gently around his waist, you head laying on his spine, "Why are you home, mr egoist?"

Bachira paused, the small sound of humming that had filled the room stopped as he turned his head to look at you, his hands making you let go of him before he grabbed you spinning you around so much to the point you started giggling.

A large cheeky smile made it's way onto Bachira's face as he spun you around, his hands wrapped firmly around you his eyes closed as he laughed along with you.

After a few more spins, he put you down leaving you both panting while you held onto him as the room seemed to spin in your eyes and head.

Bachira snorted, his smile widers as you held onto him for support. "I got to leave early! After all we won the game!" his voice was full of charisma as it was back when you first met him.

A small wobbly smile made its way on your face, the worries and stress completely gone by the sheer love Bachira was showing you even though it was just a small act of affection, it made your heart swell.

"Well welcome back, I missed you." Your smile tightened a bit at how lonely you had been for the past month since he'd been gone. Phone and video calls didn't make up for the real thing.

Bachira just smiled more as he spun you around once more making you face the counter. When you looked at the counter there sat a plate of weird shapped cookies covered in pink frosting and sprinkles. Most of the shapes you couldn't maks out but you were for sure you saw a few dolphin cookies in the bunch.

"Do you like them? I made them all by myself! With some advice from Kunigami and Isagi of course!" Bachira chirped, his expression full of child like wonder as he stared at you for a moment, "Do you like them?"

You glanced a Bachira deciding to taste one before saying anything. You grabbed one of the dolphin shapped cookies taking a bite out of the surprisingly soft dessert.

A buttery sweetness filled your tastebuds as you took in the taste of the cookie.

It was a sugar cookie.

It was sweet and better than the cookies he had made in the past, definitely due to the influence of Kunigami and Isagi who you knew were pretty decent cooks.

You didn't notice tears welling in your eyes until you felt a wet liquid roll down your cheeks. Bachira tilted his head a bit, his hands coming to gently cup your cheeks in his hands turning you to face him. You could see a look of confusion cross his features.

"What are you crying for? Are my cookies that bad that they made you cry!" You giggled a bit at his small comment shaking your head the best you could in his hands.

"No it's just today was so awful.." Bachira's expression soured hearing you speak about your day. He went to speak before you intrupted him.

"But you made it go away.. You made everything that happened today wash away.. I'm so thankful for you.."

More tears fell down your cheeks, but instead of wiping them away Bachira leaned in licking the salty liquid off your cheeks the action causing you to squirm in his hold even dropping the cookie you held on the process.

"Bachira stop your being gross!" Bachira grinned happily at your reaction caging you between the counter and himself, biting your cheek pulling on it a bit making you hit at him in protest.

He laughed at your playfuls hits, laying his head in the crook of your neck practically wheezing at how hard he was laughing.

After a moment of laughing he took a deep breeath calming himself, as he looked up at you leaning away from your neck pressing his lips against yours trapping you in a soft kiss.

The kiss was sweet both figuratively and literally.

He kissed you so gently you felt like you were going to melt against him. The taste of the cookie tasted even sweeter as he moved his tongue into your mouth

Bachira pulled back a small string of saliva connecting you together only broken when he leaned forward to place one last peck on your lips.

He smiled cheerfully at you, his eyes closing happliy, his expression full of pure love. "Hapoy Valentine's Day!"

You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriends action.

"Yeah, happy valentine's day my love."

[hikarichino]

@foreveratemu

Everything stops for tea.

[captainaikus]

ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔽𝕆ℝ𝕋 + 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝕃𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕌𝔸𝔾𝔼 ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 𝕆ℕ 𝔹𝕃𝕌𝔼 𝕃𝕆ℂ𝕂 𝕄𝔼ℕ

ଘ Starring : Isagi Yoichi, Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Mikage Reo, Bachira Meguru and Chigiri Hyouma

ଘ Note : This is on how I perceive bllk characters during the time of comfort + analysis of how they would be with a partner (more or less involves personality traits too). Reference to how I would write them in future works. They have been aged up. They are 21 here.

ଘ Warnings : none. It's fluff.

ଘ Reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated !!

ଘ Word count : 4.1k words

ଘ Do not repost, translate, copy or edit my works.

ʚ ɞ Isagi Yoichi : 

シ Self doubt was not new to Isagi, but he was always interrupted by coincidences where he was immediately pulled away from it, making him see a different direction, mind pushing him to change for the better. Seeing you walk into the house in a glum condition, he wouldn’t be the first to approach you, choosing to observe your behavior for the first twenty minutes rather than confronting you about it. 

シ Being in a relationship after a long time, he would pick up on your mannerisms. If food was what made you happy, expect the kitchen to be burning down with a panicking Isagi running across the room with a dish that looked burned to the core from the oven and throwing it straight into the sink before turning to you with an apologetic expression. 

シ promise to clean it up later. I’m sorry” he would say, giving awkward laughs in the middle of his sentences, hoping he didn’t cause you any more distress. 

シ If movies were what you enjoyed, he would build a pillow fort for the both of you along with the supply of food and snacks. He would personally choose something light hearted like children animated movies. If you complained about it, he would retort with a “These are for adults too.” grabbing a handful of popcorn, and throwing it into his mouth. 

シ If you would go outdoors and forget about your troubles rather than staying inside the house, Isagi would stop by the room where you had isolated yourself, claiming that it was your alone time with the jingle of his car keys with a smile. 

“Wanna go to the gaming arcade?” he would ask hesitantly, hoping you wouldn’t react aggressively. 

シ It was only at night when his arm would circle around you to pull your back closer to his chest he would make a conversation with you. The silence of the night brought a calm composure and the fact that you were ready to sleep and start fresh the next day was the only logic he had, deciding to go into the awake lion’s den. 

“So that’s what happened today…” he would mutter. 

“It seems stupid doesn’t it? That’s why I didn't want to talk about it.” you would murmur, hiding your face into the pillow. Getting up from his side of the bed, he would roll over you and come face to face with you, making you stare into his dark eyes that reflected the dimness in the room. 

“It’s not stupid. If you don’t solve a puzzle and leave it be, how can you see which piece fits where?” he would say, holding your face. He would stroke your cheek with his thumb, whispering sweet nothings, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “Tomorrow, we’ll start with a new day. And no matter how stupid anything sounds, talk to me.” he would say, leaving a few more kisses on your head. 

シ In the morning he would remind you how much he cared for you with an attempt of making a pancake, that was a bit burnt but an improvement nonetheless with chocolate syrup that was drawn in the pattern of a smiley face. 

“For once you decided not to draw a football.” you said with a teasing smile. 

And that’s how he knew you were back to being fine. 

ʚ ɞ Itoshi Rin :

シ Itoshi was an alien to the subject of being comforted. Growing up with the intention of getting back at his brother by beating him at the game they both loved, left him arrogant and blunt, focusing on nothing but being better at his game, leaving no room for mistakes of being human. Being in a relationship with him, you are already well versed with the fact of how cold he can be when it comes to situations where you felt low and less proud of yourself. Most of all, you would feel low when you believed that Rin was much better than you. After all, he was the brother of a football prodigy and he himself was another from the Itoshi family. Sometimes you would question your self worth of why he would choose to be with you. Footballers usually choose supermodels or models as their significant others and you were nothing but a mere ash compared to that. 

シ There were days where you’d doubt your worth by staying alone all day in bed, choosing to not move an inch. Rin couldn’t understand this behavior. 

シ “Move Moron.” he said once, which caused you to snap and break out into an argument. It left him confused and worried for he had never seen you react so rash and aggressively. Being in a relationship with Rin called for nicknames that were disguised as insults rather than sweet and affectionate nicknames couples called one another according to books and movies. So what caused you to take it to heart this time? 

シ Clutching the pillow to your chest, you sniffled into the case, not caring if it was smudged with your tears. “Cry anymore and you’ll run yourself an illness.” a recognizable baritone voice said, causing you to turn the other way and cry. 

シ With a sigh, Rin would walk to his closet, grabbing a handkerchief and a sweater. Coming close to your figure, he would sit himself on the bed/ sofa, holding you by your shoulders gently and pulling away the pillow. 

シ Seeing your puffed up eyes and running nose, he would hold the handkerchief close to your face. “Blow.” he would command in a light tone, placing the cloth on your nose. Giving a few sniffles, you would defiantly use the kerchief, silently grateful that you wouldn’t have a stuffy nose later on. “Change out and wear this.” Rin would say, dropping his sweater into your lap. He would leave the room for your privacy, telling you to come to the living room once you were done. Moving out of what you would label your gloomy corner, you would be surprised at the collection of movies that included a variety (mostly horror) and takeout. 

シ Making conversations wasn’t his strongest suit, so that chances of him trying to talk about your problems would be high but the words coming out of him would be none. 

シ Taking advice from his teammates would be a big step for him as he is very private about his personal life except the fact that he wanted to defeat his older brother in the game of football. Sibling rivalry was something the both had in common even if they had grown out of their teen years. 

シ Would rely on Isagi even if it bruised his ego for he wanted to do whatever was possible to maintain this relationship. Once Isagi would tell him measures on how he could comfort you, Rin is left puzzled with the question of how truly relationships worked. Being vulnerable was not something he was used to. Since he had been a closed shell for so long, he would find it difficult to console for he had no one to do the same for him. 

シ Rin resorts to providing distractions, choosing to use horror movies. It was better if you were scared of a non-existent ghost rather than thinking and revisiting the events that took place during the day that caused you to become upset. 

シ If trouble was in the form of a person, Rin would not back down from picking a bone with the said person, choosing to do it behind your back rather than in front of you , knowing that you would be upset. 

シ As arrogant as he is, he does care about you. Physical touch and communication isn’t something he is good at, but he can try.

シ When you do sleep at night next to him, he would initiate small gestures like reaching out for your hand, bringing it to the space between the two of you, or interlocking the pinkies of your hands. It brought comfort to him at times, giving a light squeeze to your palm. If you squeezed back, he knew you were okay. 

シ Words didn’t come easy neither did his actions, but baby steps on a daily basis would change that, making him bold to leave a peck on your cheek. If it made you feel better, it would be specially reserved on the days you felt low. 

ʚ ɞ Nagi Seishiro : 

シ Going with the flow was easy for Nagi. There were times where he would face high pressure situations, either due to the stressed significance of the match held or the people he was competing with. There was one thing Nagi had learned to get better control over and that was the fact that he could be calm and composed. 

シ During the days you were found sitting so still with your shoulders slumped, Nagi knew you weren’t feeling alright. Being with Reo for long enough, he had witnessed a similar stance when his friend had come troubled from home. 

シ Using childlike logic, he would try his hardest to get attention from you. If you were lying on the bed, he would body flop on you with his arms stretched out, not caring if you were crushed under his weight or height. If you were sitting on the chair, he would invade your space, caging your head with his hunched like figure from behind,his upside down face coming into your view. 

シ “Let’s play a game.” he would argue in a high pitched childlike tone.

“I am not in a mood for gaming, Sei.” you would respond, turning face the other way, hoping he would understand that that was the end of discussion. However, Nagi was not one to give up easily. Walking around he would bend with his hands on his knees, coming face to face against you, determined light blue eyes staring into yours. “Nuh uh. Let’s play.” he would say, grabbing your hands, dragging you towards the gaming room. 

“I don’t want to play Sei.” 

シ Ignorant towards your protests, he would pick out games that you liked playing the best. Grabbing both the consoles, he would sit on the floor between your legs while you sat on the sofa, watching the screen earnestly. It wasn’t until the middle of the game, Seishiro grabbed your hand and placed it on his head.  It was his way of saying to run your hands through his hair. “I’m playing the game Sei” you protested only for him to whine in a high pitched voice, hand pausing over yours, stopping it in place. Sighing, you watched as he switched the game to genshin impact, the sounds of the game being calm in the background. 

シ “Do you want to tell me what happened today?” he would ask, hand reaching for the tube of ice cream among the snacks he had brought to the gaming room. シ “Its nothing” you would say, brushing off the question. Muting the game, he would turn to face you, blue eyes filled with curiosity, sucking the tube of ice cream. Placing both his arms on your legs, he would prop his chin up against them. “Then why were you so sad?” he would ask. 

Biting your lip in response, Nagi would move his head from side to side, making your hand move within the tresses of his hair. 

シ Once you would explain it to him, he would throw the most childish insults at the person or object that caused you to be sad, causing you to laugh at his antics. 

シ Nagi’s love language is physical rather than communicating as words haven’t been his strongest feat. His expression lies more in his eyes, and feather-like touches. シ During the days you are sad, he is persistent to place his chin on your head, arms coming to hold you from either side, caging you in, despite your size. He doesn’t share his snacks usually, but he would be willing to make an exception on the days that were unkind to you. 

シ Another thing he likes to do is to take a soak with you. If he had learnt anything from playing football, it was the fact that nothing could go wrong with taking a warm bath or visiting the onsen. It is one of the reasons he spends most of his money on bathing salts and essence.

シ He would also play Lofi music around the house and cuddle you, letting you relax into his figure. Rubbing soothing circles into your arm, he would place kisses on the skin of your neck. He likes warm spaces like your neck or entangling your feet with his, burying his legs underneath yours to steal some of the warmth that built up from your body, leaving them on the sheets. 

シ When he looks down and sees you smile, he knows everything would fall in place. 

ʚ ɞ Mikage Reo :

シ Growing up as the heir to Mikage corporation, he was treated more as a puppet rather than a human being with feelings. Reo was no stranger to receiving the cold shoulder or being subjected to lack of comfort, something that made him strive to do better once he was in a relationship. 

シ It was difficult at first for he seldom talked about his struggles when he was younger and didn’t know the basics of body language. Being in a terrible low was a feeling Reo had become accustomed to for a while, but what if it was time for him to be there for someone else who was going through the same thing? 

シ Leaning against the doorframe, he watched you closely, legs sprawled out onto the floor, back against the wood of the bed, staring at the ceiling with tears in your eyes. He wasn’t one to ask what had happened because he knew it would be the same as rubbing salt into a fresh wound, instead he chose a better way out which was similar to getting ice cream for a child who had scraped their knee. シ Kneeling down to your level, he came eye to eye with you. 

“Do you want to go somewhere?” he asked, purple eyes widening in excitement. 

Lifting your hand and wiping away your tears, you answered him curiously. 

“Where are we going?” 

シ Jingling the keys of the car, he would hold your hand and guide you to the passenger seat, tossing a bag behind him. Looking at him with a questioning gaze of the contents in the bag, he would simply answer “It’s a secret.” with a smile, placing his hands on the steering wheel, revving up the engine. 

シ It was late evening when he pulled up to a dark and empty football, the green grass reflecting the light of lamps that were placed around the field. Emptying out the contents of the bags, two water bottles, a pair of shoes and socks along with a ball fell to the ground. 

シ Tying his shoelaces and doing the same to yours, Reo pulled you up, bringing you to a stop on the field within the penalty area. 

シ Placing the ball on the ground, he would make a quick jog before kicking it into the net. 

“My father never understood my obsession with the game. Thought it was useless and there was no point to it cause no one ever made a future out of it. But here we are.” he said with a smile, walking towards the still ball to pick it up. 

シ Placing it a few meters away from the goal post, he looked at you from the corner of his eyes. 

“Kick it. As hard as you can. But with the side of your foot, not with the front of it.” he would instruct you, walking a bit back to leave you  some space. 

シ Taking a breath, you did as he told, the ball meeting with the net to create a satisfying “woosh”. “You did it !” he would exclaim, kissing the side of your head, running towards the ball to pick it up. 

シ “Can we do it again?” you would ask excitedly, your joy satisfying Reo, assuring him that you were going to be fine. 

“If you’re willing to take it half a meter behind the previous post, sure.” he would challenge. 

“Done.”  

ʚ ɞ Bachira Meguru : 

シ Bachira was not a stranger to the feeling of loneliness. It was the emotion that drove him to do better than anyone else had. Something strange about loneliness was it was also accompanied with the feeling of being selfish. For when someone was lonely, there was no one else or anything else to worry about. But that changed when Meguru met you. 

シ There were days where you felt you weren’t your best, bright self and Meguru was left with a way to curb that. It was more of a trial and error case with him. 

“Do you want to go bowling?” he asked excitedly, amber colored irises filled with joy. “No, Meguru.” you answered. 

“Do you want to go ice skating?” he asked. “You can’t ice skate, Megruru.” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Do you want to go to the restaurant?” he asked. “I’d rather not be around people.” you said. 

“No people, no balls, no ice… Got it!” he said, snapping his fingers. “Get ready. We’re leaving in ten minutes.” he said, running out of the room in jiffy. Coming back in jeans and a blue shirt, he was surprised to see you hadn’t moved from your spot. Pulling you by your legs till you slid down in an uncomfortable position, he looked down smugly at you. 

“You seem decently dressed, let’s go.” he would say, waving his hand for you to follow him. 

“Give me ten, i’ll get dressed.” you said with a sigh. 

シ Dragging your hand through the crowded streets, he pulled into a building, walking through the hallways of the alien-like structure which you had never visited before. Pressing the button of the elevator, Bachira held your hand in his, his thumb rubbing against the surface of your skin. 

シ “Meguru, where are we?” you would ask turning to face him. 

シ “We’re at the karaoke.” he would reply with a mischievous grin, tongue sticking out. 

シ That night, not only did you know that Bachira could sing, but he could sing extremely well. Having your fun at the karaoke after he urged you to sing and your vocal cords screaming at you to hydrate, you finally left for home, smiling fondly at the memory of you singing with your boyfriend. 

シ During days like this, Meguru would also take you to the aquarium, smiling at your expressions that you made as you pressed up close to the glass to get a better look at the sea animals. He reserved going out to places such as these for days when you felt low with normal dates like going for picnics, rides, carnivals etc. to be had on weekends. 

シ On days you feel low, Bachira would also buy paint, willing to set up the stand canvas in the living room, guiding your hand to make random lines that made no sense, only for it to play an important role as a part of a bigger picture. 

“You are good at this. Who taught you how to paint?” you asked, leaning over the canvas that was now left to dry. 

“My mother used to be a painter.” he said with a fond smile, reminiscing over the memories he made with her during childhood. Bachira was more than ready to be your rock during moments like this; singing you to sleep when your troubles would keep you awake. Hand running through your hair, he would give your head gentle strokes as he hummed a lullaby, his baritone ringing through his Adams apple, making you relax. 

シ Another thing Meguru was good at was also  giving massages, having to rub his mother’s shoulders and rotate her wrists from the hours she had spent painting. Using his hefty yet calm hands, he would work out knots in the muscles of your body, leaving you relaxed and loose. 

シ On nights like this, Meguru would talk to you in soothing and tender voice, telling you everything about him and how glad he is to have found you aside from his teammates if you had begin to question the value he saw in you. 

シ He would also make you laugh at his expense with the weird faces he makes along with ridiculous explanations of what each one meant. 

シ Feeling in your lowest, he blasts music at the loudest point that the neighbors complain about the noise he made. But was it worth your smile as he twirled you around the room and matched footsteps with him? Definitely. 

シ No matter what the day might bring, Bachira was happy to know that his skills aside from football could bring you rays of sunshine on your dark days. 

ʚ ɞ Chigiri Hyouma : 

シ The lowest point in Chigiri’s life was when he had an accident. One that could change the life of any athlete, inciting fear of performing to their best if they ever tried. The ACL was one of turning points of Chigiri’s life and it wasn’t until he had joined blue lock he learnt to get over the fear and play every match as if it were his last. 

シ Getting into a relationship with you was one of the best decisions he had ever made, but he also knew that it came with its own difficulties such as the struggles one partner faced while the other one knew nothing about it. シ Hyouma knew something was amiss when you hadn’t spoken to him the whole day, causing him to worry if he had done something to upset you. Walking towards you, he came to stop before you while you rubbed circles into the sides of your head. 

シ Taking your name, as your eyes snapped into his, giving him all your attention. “Is something wrong?” he asked in the most tender voice he could muster. It made you break down into a stream of tears, leading to an awkward yet comforting Hyouma who was rubbing circles into your back while your fists balled into the cloth of his shirt. 

シ After calming you down with soft coos and words, Hyouma told you to grab your bathing suit. The two of you were headed to the beach. During the time of physiotherapy, Hyouma had learnt to cope with the harsh reality of his leg being bound by the chains of his accident. 

If anything came out of physiotherapy it was the fact that he had learnt to enjoy water and the hobby of swimming. 

シ During troubled times, he would go to the pool or the beach where he would let his feet sink in the sand and stand among waves that pushed and pulled the grains of sand under his feet. Holding your hand, the two of you would watch waves crash at night, the pearly white foam of the sea coming into your vision as it crashed against the shore, the sound of moving water surrounding you. 

シ It wasn’t until you felt a small splash on your thigh when you saw Chigiri with a mischievous grin the play fight had started between the two of you. 

“Not fair! You are the fastest runner on the field!” you would shout while laughing as you ran behind him, watching his hair flow with the wind. 

シ “That’s what you have to deal with if you splash salt water on me!” he would yell back, looking back at you as he broke into a small jog. Catching up to him, he could hear you pant for breath while he barely had any sweat. 

“Think we can come here more often?” you asked, looking up at him from the bent position of your hands resting against your thighs. 

“I don’t see why not?” Hyouma replied with a smile, offering his hand to you as the two of you walked along the shore of the beach. 

シ Hyouma also keeps spa days at home where he would give you a hair routine, massaging your head with oils, shampooing it and then drying it with the utmost care. He learns which spots make you feel relaxed the most, watching your face contort either into an expression of pleasure or one with eyebrows furrowed, letting out a snort over how predictable you were. 

シ One of his ways to comfort you is to run his hand through your hair, feeling the texture and trends of it. Nuzzling into it is a relaxing point for both you and him. He doesn’t mind your hair not being touched as he is finicky about it as well. But he would guide your hands towards his red tresses, knowing that you enjoyed it. It was a special routine he reserved before sleeping. He knows you are going to be fine when he feels you kiss his neck and mutter a thanks before drifting off to sleep with him following you right after. 

[sakusasbunny]

being bachiras little unwilling sister so he takes it into his own hands >> or fucking reo nii to keep it in the family

— sister complex

includes: bachira meguru x reader

cw: non-con, somnophilia, incest, forced orgasm (lmk if i missed anything)

a/n: as always, both the characher and reader are aged up. also i’ll do reo in a separate post cause im frothing at that prompt

drabbles m.list

bachira’s footsteps were quiet as he crept through the hallway illuminated by the sliver of light that passed through the blinds. palming the wall with his right hand, he guided himself in the dark heading in the direction of your bedroom.

excitement vibrated through his body as he neared your door. he could already feel his boxers tighten at the though of you, his little sister, completely defenseless against him.

the door creaked loudly as he pushed it open enough for his slender body to slip through. he was careful not to make anymore noise as he closed it behind him, locking it with a soft click.

he walked towards your bed stopping when he towered over you. a smirk tugged at his lips as he admired you, taking in your sleeping figure. he let out a low hum in appreciation as his eyes roamed your scantily clad body wearing only a tank top and a pair of underwear he’d never seen before.

the mattress dips as he takes a seat on the bed.

a slender finger trails over the hem of your underwear and in between your legs eliciting a breathy moan from your parted lips. bachira’s eyes widen in surprise at the delightful sound.

he knew you loved it when he touched you! it didn’t matter how many times you tried to push him away or called him weird, he knew it! of course he did. what type of brother would he be if he didn’t even know how to make you mewl?

the bed creaks as he straddles you, knees digging in either side of your hips and trapping you in between his legs. taking your wrists in one hand, he pins them above your head.

his hand splayed across the exposed skin of you midriff slipping underneath the fabric of your tank top. he continued his movement upwards reaching your supple breasts and squeezing the flesh. a dreamy sigh leaves your lips as bachira strokes your nipples circling them with his thumb.

“mm~ pretty.” he hummed.

lifting your top over your chest, he kneaded your soft skin. you squirmed beneath his touch, whimpering as your thighs rubbed together and grinded against his strained cock.

“always so needy,” he groaned, pulling down his boxers to reveal his throbbing cock. sticky precum drooled from his tip and leaked down to your underwear, “promise i’ll make you feel so good.”

he pushes your legs against your chest and over his shoulders. curling his finger around the fabric of your underwear, he moves it aside exposing your dripping cunt. the cold air that hits your hot skin sends shivers up your spine.

bachira couldn’t hold himself back anymore as he dipped his cock into your pussy. he teased his tip up and down your folds, circling your puffy clit and spreading his precum.

the sensation on your clit was enough to jolt you awake. your eyes widened in fear at the sight of your brother on top you. you tried to scream but bachira was quicker placing a hand over your mouth before you could even utter a sound.

“shh... it’s okay~ i’ve got you.”

you struggled beneath him trying to push his weight off of you but you could only writhe uselessly against his strong hold.

“so eager, huh? you want nii-chan’s cock so bad that you can barely stay still.” he giggled. 

his golden eyes seemed to glow in excitement as he held you down. tears were welling in your eyes as his gripped tightened around your wrists; bruises already blooming on your skin. babbling incoherently, you pleaded him to stop but he only tutted back in response.

the pain was blinding as bachira pushed against your tight hole. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a strangled scream tore through your throat.

slick walls sucked his cock further into your hot cunt forcing a groan from his lips. you could feel his hot breath against your face as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

his slow strokes reached deep, hitting the sensitive spot inside you each time. your back couldn’t help but arch in pleasure as he thrusted in and out of your clenching hole.

“m-megu-nii... stop hahh~ please...” your words were muffled as you begged him.

he shushed you, speaking at a whisper, “i know you don’t mean that,” he bucked his hips harder against yours, groaning when his tip kissed you cervix, “just look how wet you are for me. you’re fucking dripping.”

tears pricked your eyes at his words. you knew he was right— you were enjoying this. you could no longer hold in your wanton moans or ignore the tightening feeling in your core building as he pounded ruthlessly into you.

a warmth spread across your stomach as you gushed around his cock. shockwaves of your orgasm overcame you and your body buckles underneath him. 

pitched whimpers erupt from your lips, “too m-much, onii-chan~ hahh...”

bachira’s pace also begin to falter, his hips moving more erratically than before. feeling the way his cock twitched against your sensitive walls, you could tell that he was close, “ahh... fuck- take it, fucking take it.”

throaty groans flood the room as euphoria clouds his senses. hot ropes of his seed fill your womb; your convulsing walls greedily suck him dry of his cum. 

bachira was relentless as he fucked his load repeatedly into your still sensitive cunt. 

you let out a sob. you don’t know if it from pleasure or from the realization of what you’ve just done—what your brother had just done — but you let him slump against you and shower your body with kisses, almost feeling the smallest bit of comfort in his tender touch.

“you did so well for your onii-chan,” he wiped a tear away with his thumb, kissing where it had been, “such a good girl.” 

[kunigamiis]

CONGRATS ON UR MILESTONE U DESERVE THE WORLD<33 can i pls have bachira and prompt 35, make it as dark as you want idc idc. anything by you is amazing either way

have a great day ilysm! take care of yourself -🐬

thank you so so much my sweet angel oml lemme give you kisses <33 i was in a bit of a yan mood this morning so yes,, soft boy bachira with a crazy streak! ilysmt!!! please drink enough water and get some rest if you've had a long day/week

contains bachira meguru

tw yandere, noncon/dubcon, overstimulation, 69

Your teeth chatter with the force of your head hitting the ground, uncarefully pushed to the floor and unceremoniously undressed with your hands pinned under his knees. It hurts, he’s too rough with you too often. But this is the trap you’ve found yourself in, and really— you’re not brave enough to stand up to him when he looks at you like he could eat you up. Skin, bone and muscle.

It’s even distressing to feel your blood pump under your skin when he lays sloppy kisses down your neck, ignoring the coldness of the floor in favor of staring up at the lights of your room.

You’ve been counting those lights a whole lot lately, focusing on them as he rips further down your shirt, peels off your skirt and panties, pressed his mouth to the soft swell of your chest and sucks like his life depends on it. Meguru is— for all intents and purposes, a lot. He was intense when you first met him, but that’s nothing to the devotion he claimed to have for you, claims to have for you. Even when tears well up and you let him lift your back from the floor to take off the last of your ruined top, rubbing himself against your crotch with as much control as an overgrown puppy.

You tangle your hands into his hair, pulling it a little to hear him groan. It’s a minimal defence, but it’s something. He captures your mouth again, tangling his tongue with yours and licking you up entirely, with hands roaming all over your naked body and getting you frustratingly wet. You hate the effect he has on you despite the pain, the embarrassment, of being someone’s toy. “S’damn pretty, baby, you look so pretty under me.” The words are pressed into the soft of your thigh, where he licks and bites, before throwing your legs over his shoulders and making you clench them around your head.

Hell, if only you were brave enough to lock your legs around him and don’t let go until he stops moving. If only you were a bit more like him, right? “Gonna look even more pretty taking my cock, hm? You want it?” You don’t respond very quickly, only managing a soft ‘mhm’, and his eyebrows pull together a bit. Just enough to set your skin alight, reminding you of all the previous punishments you had to sit through as he did it all in the name of love. “Tell me you want it, doll, cmon,” he coaches again, slotting his mouth over your overstimulated clit and sucking hard, hard enough to arch your back off the floor.

“I want it, Meguru,” you choke out through a whine, clenching your eyes shut against the tears and both the pain and pleasure of getting pushed to your orgasm yet again, again, again. He’s insatiable. “Wan’it, want it, please. Please give me your cock,” you sniffle, hiding your face into your arm. He hums against your pussy, licking a few more times, before he chuckles.

He unwraps your legs from his skull to slide his boxers from his hard cock, down strong thighs, and licks his lips before getting up for you. He lays you down further onto the carpet, giggling when you cling on to him. Your pussy aches, and you’re not sure what hurts more. Not having him buried inside you, or being touched at all. “Y’don’t have to cry for me, pretty, you know I’ll always give it to you. Even if it hurts, I’ll still make you feel so good.” It’s sweet, he’s sweet when he kisses your cheeks against the glistening tracks that make their way down your face.

But you don’t allow yourself to think it’s over, and sure enough, Bachira motions to open your mouth so he can spit right onto your tongue, grinning wide. He crawls over you and grabs his cock then, nudging the glistening head between your lips as his own face drops back to your pussy, back to your winking hole that he gladly slides two fingers into instantly.

It makes your entire body jerk, trembling and tense. But so, so good— and fuck, you don’t want him to stop. Why don’t you. You never wanted this, right? But with his fingers curling in you and the hot, heavy cock sliding down your throat, your head just feels cloudy.

“It’s like you were made for me, doll, you were meant to make me feel this good. Fuck, I’ll never stop.” You only choke on his cock as he pushes in further, no mercy from atop you, eating your pussy like a man starved.

[monoxiid]

can i request for first date headcanons for any blue lock boys of your choice 🥺 im so glad more people wanna write for it

of course, honey! ^^ ❤️ it's true that blue lock content is rare 😔— anyway, thankchu for requesting! hope u like the characters i chose :›

⋮☰ ┋ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 : headcanons about the first date of some blue lock characters ⌕

⋮☰ ┋ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : Bachira Meguru、Nagi Seishiro ⌕

⋮☰ ┋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄̀𝐌𝐄 : fluff ⌕

⋮☰ ┋ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : probably a lot of mistakes of all kinds, lightness of content? ⌕

(well, help me to find an appropriate aesthetic-)

⠀⠀‘ ℬ𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒶 ℳℯℊ𝓊𝓇𝓊 ’ :

┃Meguru will be so excited!! You'll probably be his first girlfriend because of ... you know, his somewhat complicated childhood. Obviously, to be his partner, you would surely be someone who accepts him despite his faults, and who recognizes his qualities. He will be infinitely grateful to you for that, and the first way to show it to you will be to take you to its favorite places in the city!

┃The dark haired boy is an energetic person, naturally he will push you to be the same, pulling you out as soon as he can. He will introduce you to his friends -especially Isagi- with this proud smile on the lips. Meguru feels happy to have a girlfriend to take care of, to play video games with, but also to show off his football skills!

┃Yes, a lot of football dates. He won't hesitate to tell you if he thinks you're not good with a ball, thanks to his honest self, but it is with patience and pleasure that he will teach you how to play.

❛❛ And this is another goal from the striker Bachira Megury, what a man!!!

—I leave.

— (y/n) no—! ❜❜

┃He will not show the same enthusiasm to follow you in your own activities, but to thank you for agreeing to stay with him, he will stay with you as well. He will try as much as he can to be curious, to ask questions and to be interested in what you do, your hobbies ...

┃For an artistic s / o, he will obviously be titillated, his mother does art and it is sure that Bachira is no less creative than her. I can see him accompanying you in your painting sessions, or posing as a model for one of your drawings -not too long, though, he's a teenager who likes to move.

┃For someone as athletic as him, he will be equally happy. He will absolutely learn to play the sport you practice, go to your performances, matches etc ... and watch your training, the first to cheer you on without shame! If it's something like dancing, he'll totally be the type to carry you and turn with you in his arms.

❛❛ You see? I do the same as you!

— Ahah, you should think about converting to a dancer, then!

— I don't think that's a good idea ... Wait a minute!

— I was jok—! ❜❜

┃If you do things like team sport, he'll be more in his comfort zone, and learn to do like you faster! He will get to know your team, play with you, learn the rules...No matter what sport you play, he will act the same, with interest, because you are his girlfriend and he want to be there for you, with you.

┃If you don't even play sports, or you don't really do activities that he will be comfortable with, then maybe even better! It will be an opportunity for both of you to discover new things together and to test new experiences, without one to teach the other, just the two of you at the same level. It seems funny, isn't it?

┃The first date will probably be chaotic, Meguru will take you to any place that crosses his mind, and leave the unfinished behind, but all he wants is for you to familiarize yourself with his world, and to familiarize himself with yours.

⠀⠀‘ 𝒩𝒶ℊ𝒾 𝒮ℯ𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇ℴ ’ :

┃👏date👏inside 👏

┃For the first time, it will be really simple, probably Seishiro pulling you into his house after school. And cuddles, that's all. Not even video games, not even televisions, screens, chatting, just the two of you cuddling on his bed. And always a nap that could take time.

┃Take advantage of Reo's money? Take advantage of Reo's money. But only sometimes, because Nagi is never for expensive and luxurious things. He prefers sofa to caviar, logical coming from someone like him.

┃But, being a soccer fan, it makes sense that if you ask him, he won't refuse to come out to shoot the ball a bit. He's not going to take it easy with you, though. If he's easier to block, it's only because of his incredible laziness, sorry.

┃As for your hobbies, he will only be interested if you mention them, he will not join you -or rarely- but will accept with pleasure to watch you. You are his girlfriend, he will make exceptions.

┃But the majority of the time, your dates will consist of you finding yourself on the couch, arms in each other, on your phones, talking to each other, even if it can end in a monologue. He's not very talkative, but absolutely loves it when you're having a conversation on your own without necessarily responding. He could listen to your voice for hours, and even fall asleep more easily with it.

┃If you like video games, he will be happy to play with you. He could be a bad player if you win, but he still enjoys these common moments that you both have. Obviously, he will be the first to taunt you if you win.

❛❛Oh, I won again. Strange, I thought you were the best at this game, (y / n) ...

—Sh-shut up! I'll take back control!!

— Ahah, of course, darling. ❜❜

┃He doesn't care that you don't want to go out, he will always agree with you on this point but sometimes he doubts himself and thinks that you would have had enough of him, who never takes you in places as fancy as Reo could, so sometimes he'll invite you to a restaurant. But it's not hard to see that he's not in his element, and you should quickly figure out what's going on. Seishiro will be relieved to hear you say that you don't care about the superfluous, that what you love is to be with him, no matter where you are.

❛❛ Oh my god, you are so sweet. I dunno what to say. ❜❜

[hikarichino]

She says nothing, instead just holding Hikari close to herself.

“... You’re hugging me again...”

[utagoe]

Touken Ranbu: Shinkon no Arika (心魂の在処) Lyrics

Kanji, romaji and English translation for Shinkon no Arika (Where Heart and Soul Are) by Hasebe, Samonji and Toushirou

(kanji source)

薄羽に忍ばせた憧れ 空舞う術を代償とし 美しい衣纏う蝶々 (いつかに) 正しさなんて (少しの) わからないまま (期待を) 溢れる想いを (胸の中) 只、水面を揺蕩う波紋のように 定まりきらぬ我が心よ (その姿を映して) 何度も消えてった 口から紡がれる言の葉達が 語る真意はその蔭(かげ)へと 密やかに積もりゆく (静寂が響く場所で) 無骨な力は誰のため？ 理由を探し求めるのは 無意味な事と知っていても尚 (いつかは)  内に宿した (来るのか) 決意を照らす (ここまで) こぼれる光よ (導いて) 幾重にも枝分かれし運命を 再び辿る事の重さ (眼を伏せてなお残る) 紅き焔(ほむら)の色 零れた吐息は白く寒空へ 想いと共に溶けていった 廻り廻る時空で (際やかな念(おも)い馳せゆく) (いつかは)  内に宿した (来るのか) 決意を照らす (ここまで) こぼれる光よ (導いて) 嗚呼、胸の奥底へと潜むモノ 異なる魂の熱さよ (曇る心を受けて) 鈍色(にびいろ)に輝く やがて蕾はその想いを受けて 花嵐を吹かせるだろう 密やかに積もりゆく (今は静かに) 想いに (さぁこれから) 触れよう (見送ろうか) 心に (留め置いた) 届けよ (孤独に啼く過去)

Romaji

usuba ni shinobaseru akogare sora mau sube wo daishou to shi utsukushii koromo matou chouchou

(itsuka ni) tadashisa nante (sukoshi no) wakaranai mama (kitai wo) afureru omoi wo (mune no naka)

tada, minamo wo tayutau hamon no you ni sadamari kiranu waga kokoro yo (sono sugata wo utsushite) nandomo kietetta kuchi kara tsumugareru koto no ha tachi ga kataru shini wa sono kage e to hisoyaka ni tsumori yuku (seijaku ga hibiku basho de)

bukotsu na chikara wa dare no tame? riyuu wo sagashimotomeru no wa muimi na koto to shitteitemo nao

(itsuka wa) uchi ni yadoshita (kuru no ka) ketsui wo terasu (koko made) koboreru hikari yo (michibiite)

ikue ni mo edawakare shi unmei wo futatabi tadoru koto no omosa (me wo fusete nao nokoru) akaki homura no iro koboreta toiki wa shiroku samuzora e omoi to tomo ni toketeitta meguri meguru jikuu de (kiwayakana omoi hase yuku)

(itsuka wa) uchi ni yadoshita (kuru no ka) ketsui wo terasu (koko made) koboreru hikari yo (michibiite)

aa, mune no okusoko e to hisomu mono kotonaru tamashii no atsusa yo (kumoru kokoro wo ukete) nibiiro ni kagayaku yagate tsubomi wa sono omoi wo ukete hana arashi wo fukaseru darou hisoyaka ni tsumori yuku (ima wa shizuka ni) omoi ni (saa kore kara) fureyou (miokurou ka) kokoro ni (todomeoita) todokeyo (kodoku ni naku kako)

English

A yearning hidden in light crimson wings A butterfly wearing beautiful clothing Is compensated for its art of flying in the sky

(Someday,) While not understanding (A bit of) Things like rightness, (Hope will be) I'll hold these overflowing feelings (Inside my heart)

My heart that can't become settled is Like a ripple fluttering on the water's surface (It reflected such a figure) And disappeared multiple times My real intention told by the words that came out of my mouth Go towards that shadow And quietly pile up (In a place where silence resounds)

Such a boorish strength is for the sake of whom? Even though I know searching for the reason Is a meaningless task, I still...

(Someday,) Peeking light (Will you come?) That illuminates (Until here,) The determination in me, (Guide me)

The weigh of pursuing once more A fate that has repeatedly ramified (Even after closing my eyes,) A red flame colour still remains A sigh that escaped, along with my emotions, Melted towards the white cold sky In the turning space-time, (They run with my prominent feelings)

(Someday,) Peeking light (Will you come?) That illuminates (Until here,) The determination in me, (Guide me)

Ah, things that lurk into the depths of my heart And the heat of varied souls (Accept my cloudy heart) And shine in the dark grey Soon, the buds will receive those feelings And blow a flower storm I shall touch (Now, quietly) The feelings that (Come, from now on) Quietly pile up (Shall I see it out?) Let them reach (The past that sings) My heart (To the solitude I've locked up)

[hikarichino]

“To hell with that mage or whatever he calls himself.”

[hikarichino]

"What in the gods' names is going on here? I can hear Partner's voice from the kitchen."

"People I don't even know are booping me and it's getting wierd!"

"They're booping the Pharaoh too. You gonna make a fuss about that?"

"..."

"O... Only if he does."

[hikarichino]

Meguru has appeared! What to do?

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