#The Darkness Inside the Light: Meguru

[hikarichino]

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

[bellapoisonedrose]

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This post contains explicit sexual content intended for adult audiences only (+18). It includes graphic smut, vulgar language, and intense dynamics such as brat taming, punishment, overstimulation, and oral (m receiving). Specific scenes explore facefucking, rough missionary sex, orgasm denial, cowgirl position with loss of control, nipple play, jealousy, and possessiveness. There are also mentions of restraints, spit, tears, and light degradation. Please read each blurb responsibly and be aware of your personal limits.

──Bllk Pt.2٠࣪⭑

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Rin Itoshi: He’s above you in missionary, fists clenched into the mattress on either side of your head, holding himself back from completely losing control. Your legs are wide open for him, and he’s slamming into you with a force that makes the bed frame cry. It’s the third round, and there’s no sign of him slowing down. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he growls, breath ragged. “You think I’m done with you? Not even close.”

Nagi Seishiro: You kept begging for attention while he was gaming, whining, pushing your hips back against him like a desperate little thing. So now he’s giving you just enough to drive you insane. Bent over in doggy, he grinds against your ass—slow, lazy, deliberate. No real thrusts. Just a tease. A punishment before the reward you’re dying for.

Isagi Yoichi: After he ignored you for training, you decided it was time he learned a lesson. You’ve been teasing him for hours, using only your hands and feet, watching him fall apart with every slow stroke. “Oh, is this what you wanted, Yoichi?" He’s begging to be inside you, but your pussy stays just out of reach. He won’t get a single inch until you decide he’s earned it.

Bachira Meguru: He just can’t keep his hands to himself. You’re face down, taking him so well, and yet it’s not enough for him. His palms are all over your ass—grabbing, squeezing, spreading—until he finally locks his grip on your hips and starts fucking into you deeper, harder, faster. Laughing breathlessly while you moan his name like a prayer.

Sae Itoshi: You’re on top, but don’t get it twisted—you’re not riding him. Not even close. He said he’d let you be in charge this time, but that was a fucking lie. He’s thrusting up into you, hard and fast, hands gripping your hips like he owns them, setting a pace you can barely handle. “Thought you were gonna ride me, huh?” he murmurs, eyes dark. “Then stop falling forward and take it.” All you can do is hold on while he fucks you from below like a man possessed—and he has no intention of stopping.

Reo Mikage: He saw you talking to someone else—just a friend, you said. But that excuse didn’t matter. Not when he was already pissed. Now you’re on your back, throat fucked raw while he watches your lips stretch around him, eyes wet and cheeks flushed. “Oh? Not so chatty now, huh?” he hisses, hips snapping harder. And just when you think he might slow down, his fingers find your chest—pinching your sensitive nipples mercilessly, all while your mouth stays stuffed full. It’s punishment. And he’s not done.

Second post? On its way. Requests? Suggestions?

[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)

[fayelero]

ⓘ 01. SWEET? NAH, NASTY !

⤷ mdni ﹫ bachira meguru x fem!reader ﹫ smut ﹫ two different boyfriends?

⚠︎ mdni, rough sex, overstimulation, nasty!meguru, dirty talk, matting press, spank, dom!meguru, face down, ass up .ᐟ.ᐟ

You always knew your boyfriend was… a little off.

Meguru Bachira was sweet. Clingy. Endlessly affectionate. He kissed you in public without warning, held your hand like he’d lose you if he let go, and smiled with that feral gleam in his golden eyes every time you so much as moaned his name.

But in bed?

It was like that sweetness cracked open and spilled into something chaotic, dark, and completely unhinged.

You’d learned that the hard way—more than once.

Tonight, it started innocently enough. A movie. A kiss. A laugh. Then he’d gotten that look in his eyes. That gleam. Mischief edged with hunger.

And now?

Now you were on your knees, cheek pressed to the mattress, arms pinned under you, ass up and trembling, his hand on the small of your back like a brand.

He was behind you—naked, flushed, and grinning like he’d just found his new favorite toy.

His idea of affection was chaos—messy, raw, unfiltered. And tonight was no different. He had you right where he liked you: face down, ass up, knees sinking into the mattress, arms trembling from holding your weight.

Your cheek was pressed against the sheets, breathing shallow, drool smeared on the corner of your lips. You were already used—his cum dripping slow down the inside of your thighs—and yet?

He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“You’re still twitching,” he sang behind you, voice light, sweet, like this was all a game. His hand smoothed down your spine, gentle. His other hand grabbed your ass—not gentle. “Means you’re still awake. Still good for more.”

You barely managed a sound. A whimper. Pleading, but not resisting. Never resisting.

“Still wet, too,” he whispered, dragging two fingers along your folds, now puffy and swollen. You flinched, hips bucking.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss the small of your back. “You’re so cute like this. Dumb and dripping. My favorite.”

His cock rubbed along your slit, hot and heavy, already hard again. The slide was easy—your body opened for him like it knew.

“You can take it,” he said, voice low now, fingers digging into your hips. “You always do.”

And then he slammed back in.

You cried out, spine arching, hands grabbing uselessly at the sheets. Your body clamped down on him like it couldn’t help it, like you needed him there.

Bachira moaned, deep and throaty. “Fuck, yes—this pussy loves me. Can’t even stay tight anymore, huh?”

Your eyes rolled back. It wasn’t the thrust—it was the rhythm. Fast. Shallow. Then deep. Fast again. Over and over. No pace to cling to. No control.

Just him.

Just that damn voice in your ear.

“You were so cute earlier,” he groaned, picking up speed, the sound of skin slapping loud in the room. “Making me dinner, smiling all innocent—like you’re not a fucking cock-drunk mess when I bend you over.”

Your moan came out as a garbled sob.

He laughed behind you, unhinged and warm and dangerous all at once.

“I love when you break,” he said, hips slamming into you hard. “I love when you drool. When you can’t talk. When your body’s just shaking under me and you’re still begging me not to stop.”

He pulled out suddenly, and you gasped at the loss—only to feel his hand slap your ass, hard. The sting lit up your nerves. You twitched.

“Up,” he said.

You didn’t move fast enough.

He grabbed your hips and dragged you back into position—arched, open, on display. You cried out again, but he was already back inside, no warning this time, buried to the hilt.

“Gosh I love you,” he whispered, panting now. “You were made for me.”

His hands gripped your waist tight, hips driving into you with a brutal rhythm that made your whole body bounce forward with every thrust. You were shaking, whining, trying to crawl forward, but he just yanked you back harder.

“You want to cum again?” he breathed, leaning over your back, sweat dripping off his hair.

You nodded frantically.

“You sure?” he teased, thrusting deeper now, grinding slow against your cervix. “You’re already all fucked out, baby. You don’t even know your own name.”

He reached around, fingers flicking over your swollen clit, slick and sensitive.

Your voice cracked. “P-Please—! Please, Meguru, I—I need to—!”

That did it.

His pace snapped into something punishing. Unrelenting. His name left your lips in broken moans, your body collapsing forward with every thrust, but he didn’t stop—he never stopped.

Your orgasm hit like lightning—violent, full-body, soaking the sheets under you as your thighs clenched around him. Your scream was raw, your breath gone.

And he kept going.

“Yeahhh,” he moaned behind you, grinning through his panting. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. Look at this mess. Look how hard you cum for me.”

You tried to squirm away—too much, too sensitive—but he grabbed your arms and pinned them to your back, rutting into you like an animal.

“Not done yet.”

His voice was wild.

Obsessed.

Loving.

“I’m not stopping ‘til you can’t move. Not stopping ‘til your pussy’s twitching around me nonstop and you forget how to speak.”

You sobbed. You loved it.

You lived for this.

He slammed into you harder. Faster.

You felt it—his cock pulsing, thick and deep—and then he spilled into you again, groaning like it was the best thing in the world. Hot, messy, filling you to the brim.

He didn’t pull out.

Just stayed there. Body heavy on top of you, chest against your back, cock still inside, twitching.

And then, softly—

“You still breathing?” he asked, voice bright, lips brushing your ear.

You nodded faintly, body limp.

“Good.” He kissed your neck. “Because I’ve got one more in me.”

What the fuck, bachira ?

[ccupcakeyss]

bllk boys sex headcannons?

SAY LESS!!!

૮ 𓏵  BLLK BOYS SEX HEADCANONS 𓂂 ⠀୧

SUMMARY: bllk boys sex headcanons !!! including: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, reo mikage, nagi seishiro and shidou ryusei ofcourse!

CW: graphic sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, light degradation, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, penetration (protected), overstimulation, orgasm control, power play, possessive behavior, dirty talk, filthy language, light bondage (silk ties, wrist restraints), hair pulling, marking (hickeys, bruises), aftercare themes, nipple play, semi-public teasing, lingerie kink, mirror sex, jealousy/possessiveness, rivals-to-lovers tension, lazy sex, sleepiness kink (consensual), emotionally detached sex with underlying feelings, slight choking (consensual), smutty dialogue, smut with plot, fem!reader

NOTES: first time doing headcanons, mb if out of character ..

ISAGI YOICHI

“Surprisingly filthy once the lights are off.”

• He’s got a praise kink like you wouldn’t believe. Call him a “good boy” and he’ll come undone.

• Loves face-sitting. Will hold your thighs down and just stay there like it’s his job.

• Moans. Loudly. Thinks he’s being quiet but he’s absolutely not.

• He might start off soft and loving, but give it a few rounds and he’s pounding you from behind, hand in your hair, telling you how tight you feel.

• Post-nut cuddles? Non-negotiable. He’s holding you like you’re the championship trophy.

BACHIRA MEGURU

“Chaos in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

• Into overstimulation — both ways. Will finger you until your legs are shaking, then eat you out just to see how far you can go.

• Definitely into playful bondage. Ties your wrists with his jersey, grinning the whole time.

• Calls sex “playtime” and means it. Loves experimenting, roleplay, teasing, even risky public stuff.

• Wild with his tongue. He’ll go down on you and hum just to hear you moan his name louder.

• Filthy talker. He’ll whisper how wet you are, how he can feel you clenching, and laugh when you whine.

CHIGIRI HYOMA

“Pretty boy with a sharp edge.”

• Looks like he’s delicate. He’s not. He’ll have your legs shaking with precision thrusts, hand at your throat, lips on your ear.

• Into mirror sex. Wants you to watch him ruin you. Loves hearing you beg for more.

• Huge into aftercare. Washes you gently, kisses every mark he left on your skin.

• Hair pulling? Yes, please. Let him grab your hair, pull your head back, and whisper how good you feel.

• Will edge you for hours if you let him, smirking when you cry from being denied.

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

“The gentle giant who will absolutely break your back.”

• Has the stamina of a god. One round? Nah. Try four. Maybe five.

• Big into body worship. Loves how small you look underneath him. Kisses every inch of you.

• Quiet grunts, deep groans — and when he finally lets go, he growls your name.

• Pick-you-up-and-fuck-you-against-the-wall strength. And he will use it.

• Will blush like crazy when you compliment his size… but still make you scream his name in the next breath.

ITOSHI SAE

“Cold in public, nasty in private.”

• Has a serious dominance streak. You don’t cum until he says so. And you better ask politely.

• Into degradation — but classy. “You really think you deserve this cock? Prove it.”

• Finger game = elite. He’s calculated. He’ll hit your G-spot and just watch you come apart.

• Doesn’t get flustered. He’s calm, composed, and relentless while he’s inside you.

• Rarely shows emotion… until he’s close. Then he mutters your name, voice strained, breath on your neck. Killer.

ITOSHI RIN

“Quiet but dark — you bring out his wild side.”

• Intense eye contact. Wants you to look at him while he’s deep inside you, wants to see you fall apart.

• A little possessive. He doesn’t say it, but the way he marks you with hickeys? Loud and clear.

• Grinds more than thrusts — slow, deep, intentional. You’ll feel every inch.

• Gets off on you being needy for him. Texts you while he’s at training: “Touch yourself. Don’t cum until I get home.”

• Hair messy, flushed cheeks, breathing hard as he whispers, “You’re mine.” And he means it.

MICHAEL KAISER

“Cocky, flashy, and absolutely unhinged in bed.”

• Loves showing off — will make you cum over and over just to prove he can.

• Calls you “princess,” “baby,” “my good little slut” — all in the same breath.

• Loves watching himself fuck you. Mirror, phone camera, even recording from his POV. Egotist to the core.

• Into lingerie. Buys you expensive sets just so he can rip them off.

• Will pull your panties to the side, slide in, and whisper, “Tell me how perfect my cock feels.” And god, it does.

OLIVER AIKU

“Big captain energy with a freaky side.”

• Experienced. Knows exactly how to touch you, how to hold you, how to break you.

• Dirty talker deluxe. “That’s it, baby. Look at you. So cock-drunk already?”

• Gives the best aftercare — draws you a bath, massages your legs, kisses your forehead like you didn’t just get railed into next week.

• Loves when you ride him. Hands behind his head, smug smirk on his face, letting you take what you need.

• Also into threesomes. Would absolutely invite someone else in, just to watch you get devoured while he takes care of the rest.

REO MIKAGE

“Spoil me and let me spoil you.”

• He’s a giver, first and foremost. Reo gets off on making you feel spoiled, overstimulated, and ruined — but only by his hands.

• Will buy you the most luxurious lingerie and then say, “You’re not allowed to take it off. That’s my job.”

• Total power play in the sheets. He’s used to control in every part of his life — and that carries over. He’ll have you on your knees, begging for his cock, while he keeps a hand under your chin, smirking.

• Into marking you — hickeys, bites, handprints on your ass. He wants to see proof of himself on your body.

• Big on eye contact. He wants you to look him in the eyes while you cum. It’s a control thing, and a connection thing.

• Aftercare KING. Wipes you down with warm towels, feeds you chocolate-dipped strawberries, runs a bath. You’re his princess, but a filthy one.

NAGI SEISHIRO

“Too lazy to care… until he’s in the mood. Then it’s over.”

• The type to say “meh” to everything all day… but when he wants you? Game over. Lethal in bed once his switch flips.

• Big into lazy sex — letting you ride him while he lies back, groaning lowly, hands on your hips guiding you like he’s half-asleep… but his eyes are locked on you the whole time.

• But sometimes? He gets possessive out of nowhere. You’ll kiss someone on the cheek or wear something too short and suddenly he’s flipping you over, face-down, ass-up, giving you slow deep strokes while whispering, “Mine. Only mine.”

• Messy oral. Doesn’t care if his face gets drenched — in fact, he loves it. Goes down on you like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

• Moans under his breath. Soft but filthy — little curses, drawn-out groans, and “fuck, that’s so good…”

• He’ll act like he’s too tired to go again… until you beg. And then he’s flipping you onto your back and fucking you so hard the headboard slams the wall.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

“Violent, vulgar, and sinfully good at ruining you.”

• Ferally dominant. Doesn’t make love — he fucks. Rough, loud, messy, and unapologetically aggressive about it.

• Biting. Everywhere. Your neck, thighs, shoulders, ass — he marks you like he’s claiming territory. Loves when you’re covered in bruises from the night before.

• “Don’t act all shy now,” he’ll growl as he shoves his fingers into your mouth or drags his tongue up your thigh. “You knew what this was.”

• Dirty talk is constant. Shidou will moan, curse, growl, and say the filthiest shit while keeping eye contact.

• Public sex kink? Massive. He’ll finger you in a bathroom, eat you out in a locker room, and tell you to be quiet while he fucks you with people right outside.

[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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[glamourscat]

hallooo!!! could u do a blue lock match up?

i’m an intp (i don’t think i act like one but i keep getting this result), and a sagittarius. idk if it’s relevent but i have long straight black hair and dark brown eyes. im a med student. i’d say im pretty energetic and super social im also pretty friendly, i go out of my way to make sure everyone feels included. ppl often say im weird. i’m a lolita btw!! i love making myself pretty<3 im very supportive and encouraging, i also go out of my way for ppl i love. i love sweets and collecting, i collect a lot of books and nuis:p i’m very unathletic but i’m academically smart. my love language is gift giving, im guilty of being kinda ‘cold’ since im a person who needs a lot of alone time even if i love the person a lot. im also rlly spontaneous n love ppl who teach me new things

thank you in advance!

YOUR BLLK MATCH UP IS....

MEGURU BACHIRA

- Why?

Bachira would adore you. Like in that weird, chaotic, ride or die way that feels a little unhinged but also incredibly loyal. He’d think you’re the most magical creature ever, brains, beauty, unique style and the kind of energy that pulls people in without even trying? He’s obsessed.

You both just get it. You’re deeply connected, but you don’t smother each other. You’re like an eclipse. Aligning when the time is right, creating the most beautiful show and it’s electric every time.

He’d be endlessly fascinated by how smart you are. Like, med school?? He doesn’t even pretend to understand half of what you’re talking about, but he’ll ask you to explain it anyway just so he can watch your eyes light up. And when you share your book collections or show him your little plushies? He will stare at you with those bright yellow eyes of his, full of wonder and curiosity, full of love just for you.

He never judges, always encourages your weirdness, because he understands. If there's someone who understand what being weird is, that one is Bachira indeed. He makes you feel like being “too much” or “too different” is actually your superpower. He’d be your biggest hype man.

i like to think that he inherit some of his mother artistic abilities, which he uses them to surprises you with weird little trinkets and handmade gifts. “it reminded me of you.”

- Vibes

The ultimate whimsical soulmates pairing. You’re the dreamy, lolita-dressed who gives out encouragement, and he’s the wildly creative soccer boy with sparkles in his eyes and monsters in his mind. And somehow it just works, no explanation needed.

He’d draw doodles of you in his sketchbook, always in frilly dresses and surrounded by plushies and show them to you like, “Look, you’re a fairy in this one.”

You’d bake cookies together and he’d always mess up the recipe on purpose just to eat the dough right off the bowl while you side eyed him

He’d call you “my muse” and mean it.

You’d give him cute little notes before matches and he’d tape them inside his locker like sacred spells.

You’d both stay up way too late watching weird documentaries or painting your nails (yes, he wants pastel pink with a dot of yellow this week).

There’s something childlike but emotionally mature about your connection. It’s fun, it’s full of inside jokes and half understood nonsense that makes total sense to you both. It’s comfort and chaos.

At the end of the day you and Bachira are the kind of couple that makes people go, “Wait, how are they so different, yet so similar at the same time, fitting so perfectly together?”

Because you are. He gives you the freedom to be as soft or as distant as you need. And you give him the grounding that still lets him fly. It’s weird, it’s warm, it’s wonderful.

You’re his favorite person. His home, in ribbons and sugar and quiet affection. And he’s the wild spark that reminds you it’s okay to be weird and loud and completely yourself.

a/n: i hope u like this and that it's accurate <3

[wsjyuyuyuau]

how about Bachira from Blue Lock in your AU plz?

Name: Meguru Bachira

Series: Blue Lock

Gender: Male

Status: Alive

Family: The Bachira Family

Flower Motif: Yellow Moth Orchid (Phalaenopsis amabilis)

Flower Meaning: Joy

Weapon of Choice: Tessens

Associated With: Interdimensional Hero Club

Hero Form Appearance: A combination of a champion player’s gear and YuYuYu’s Hero Form Outfits. The undersuit is a blue so dark it’s closer to a glossy jet black- which helps serve as the canvas for the yellow main outfit. And while the main outfit does start out a bright yellow, it becomes more of a creamy, light yellow when you reach the lower half of the pants, the lower half of the sleeves, and the tailcoat. Accent colors include magenta, black, gray, silver; white, green, and gold. The cleats, gloves, and belt all have patterns of moth orchids on them, and the only other accessory is a yellow moth orchid brooch on his left breast. The flower’s petal shape can be seen in the tailcoat and collar.

Full Bloom Gauge Location: Left Elbow

Guardian: Wairo (Based on the Waira)

Favorite Food: Lemon Pound Cake

Parallel To: None

Bio: One of the series' main support characters. Meguru Bachira is a forward specialized in dribbling, excelling both in its technical and creative aspects. His instinctive play style makes him a force to be reckoned with, but at the same time one that few people can understand, since he attributes his intuition to the "monster" inside him. This monster is also the one behind Bachira's main aspirations of finding other "monsters" to play with, which he quickly finds inside Blue Lock in the form of Isagi. By the time of the Blue Lock Eleven vs. U-20 Japan match, Bachira got to play as one of the starting Blue Lock players.

[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.

[hikarichino]

"..."

"I just wanted to say hi to the Pharaoh..."

[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."

[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. ❜❜

[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]

"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."