#gin headcanon

[perspextivexx]

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Can I get a makeup hc for Gin ?? 👀

Ohh yesss you can!

Gin is a pro at contour and blush, he’s practiced trying to look alive after a night of being unable to sleep. Make himself look well rested, some color to his cheeks when he’s naturally pale. Sometimes he’ll do eyeshadow to try and hide the dark circles under his eyes.

[kxsagi]

Hewoo againn (*￣∇￣)ノ

I see that your requests are open today, although I don't know if you'll be able to answer if it's already bombarded (oof)

Butt... Hear me out: Reader trying out new lipstick shades and using their bllk boyfriend's face/skin 👀 as a canvas cause y'know, they wanna see what color looks great against their skin 🤭

Kindly requesting the itoshi brothers, shidou, kaiser, ness kunigami, karasu, gagamaru, and barou (as well as any other boys you'd wanna add <3)

Also, I was the one that sent the request for mmafighter!reader x bllk boys and I loved it! Your writing honestly makes my day and mwah! ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆💋

I suppose imma just refer to myself as your anonymous 💜 requester (?) (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

“𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬”

a/n: literally just saved a cute pinterest pin of this (it was a sign)

also thank you so so so much! i ADORE your ideas, the mma fighter! reader was so much fun to write mwah mwah mwah 😚💋

also #2: if anyone has lip gloss recs or lip combo recs, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME 

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, ness alexis, kunigami rensuke, karasu tabito, gagamaru gin, barou shoei, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro

itoshi rin

“why don’t you use your own arm?” 

“because you’re my favorite canvas,” you reply sweetly, already uncapping the first lipstick. 

sits like he’s being punished, arms crossed, refusing to meet your eyes as you start swatching a peachy nude on his cheekbone. 

“stop smiling at me like that.” 

“like what?” you grin, swatching a bright coral on his jaw next. 

turns redder than the lipstick. 

eventually sighs and mutters, “just finish your weird little art project.” 

doesn't say a word when you give him a kiss on the nose with hot pink. 

hours later, you find a selfie on his phone titled: coral test results - looks better on her 🫤. 

itoshi sae

“princesa, that looks expensive. should you be testing it on a civilian?” says that while laying back on the couch like he’s on a spa retreat. 

you straddle his lap with a whole row of lipstick tubes in hand like a scientist in her lab. 

“seriously, i’m not sure your skin’s the right tone to match mine –” 

“oh? and what tone is mine?” he teases. “hot? hotter?” 

lets you swatch shades on his chest, his collarbones, even his lips, but insists on giving feedback like a beauty guru: “this one’s too tragic. this one screams tax season. this one? this one’s me in lipstick form.” 

you: “you’re so full of it.” 

him, with three lip marks on his abs: “full of style.” 

shidou ryusei

“ohh, are we playing makeup? finally.” 

no. he does not follow instructions. 

you’re trying to test out neutral tones and he’s over here demanding you use “something demonic.” 

“make it black. wait. black with glitter. give me devil lips.” 

keeps sticking his tongue out so you accidentally swipe it. 

“oops ~ guess you gotta kiss it better.” 

ends up with full lips, two-tone cheeks, glitter on his neck, and not one regret. 

takes mirror selfies while you’re still testing. sends them to his group chat. caption: my girl turned me into a fineass crayon box. 

doesn’t wipe anything off. goes out to the store like that. 

kaiser michael

you don’t even finish asking. “can i –” 

“yes. of course. i have excellent bone structure for makeup swatches.” 

poses like it’s vogue. tilts his face. offers his abs. 

“this is the most efficient way to test high-pigment color on perfect skin.” 

you: “whose perfect skin?” 

“mine, schatz.” 

makes dramatic gasps for every new shade like, “this one is bold, it screams money,” and “this shade is called kaiser’s girlfriend’s privilege.” 

you try to do a neat row of swatches, but he keeps flexing and distracting you. 

ends up looking like a lipstick picasso. loves it. 

ness alexis

so cooperative it’s suspicious. 

sits on the floor cross-legged while you perch above him on the couch like royalty. 

“mmm, maybe the berry tone next? or the cinnamon glaze one?” 

keeps his eyes wide and still while you apply it, like he’s in a professional makeup studio. 

rates each one like a food critic: “this one feels luxurious. this one? cozy date night in fall.” 

gently reminds you to blot if you forget. offers his arm for leftover swatches. 

tells you which one makes your skin glow the most. 

you end up cuddling with his neck covered in different kiss marks. he’s still smiling like it’s the best day of his life. 

kunigami rensuke

“uh, are you sure this is okay?” 

he looks so concerned, poor guy. 

“yes,” you say, already smearing a nude tone along his jawline. 

he sits like he’s at the dentist – rigid, confused, but obedient. 

“don’t you have, like, swatch paper or something?” 

“shhh. your face is way cuter.” 

blushes so hard he starts sweating. 

you kiss his forehead with a deep red and say, “final test.” 

he almost passes out. 

refuses to wipe it off and goes to the gym with a lipstick heart on his bicep like a love badge. 

karasu tabito

“oh hell yeah. paint me like one of your fancy girls.” 

reclines back dramatically with a throw pillow under his head. 

lets you draw full swatches, then starts naming them stupid things: “this is ‘sexy betrayal.’ this one’s ‘tax evasion.’ this one? ��midnight scandal’.” 

you: “karasu, these are just pinks.” 

him: “emotional pinks.” 

halfway through he tries to kiss you with four different colors still on him. now you look like a disaster. 

both of you look insane. both of you are in love. 

gagamaru gin

doesn’t move a muscle. sits like a very obedient golden retriever. 

“just tell me where.” 

offers you his neck, shoulders, collarbone, whatever you need. 

every time you say “wow, that shade pops,” he perks up like a puppy being praised. 

tries to help by flexing when you do chest swatches. accidentally makes the lipstick smear. 

“sorry.” 

you giggle and kiss his nose. he doesn’t wipe it off for hours. 

barou shoei

“you’re not touching me with that garbage.” 

okay so you have to coax him into it. 

eventually caves but makes you promise “nothing fruity.” 

you swatch ONE dusty rose on his cheek and he’s like “too fruity. wipe it off.” 

ends up letting you do a whole gradient on his arm instead. 

glares at it the whole time like it offended his bloodline. 

secretly keeps your kiss mark on his jaw and glares at anyone who looks at it too long. 

isagi yoichi

“uhhh i’ve never been used as a color test before, but sure???” 

kind of nervous but excited to help. 

watches every swatch you put on him like it’s a math equation. 

“this one’s warmer… oh, but that one’s more vibrant. maybe good for nighttime lighting?” 

sweetly says “do the thing” and puckers up so you can test one directly with a kiss. 

giggles when you say he looks like a valentine card. 

takes a picture of your arm next to his cheek to compare tones. “science!” 

keeps the one he likes best on until bedtime. 

nagi seishiro

“ugh, do i have to move?” 

lays there like a cat being groomed. 

opens one eye to say “do the purple one” then goes back to half-napping. 

doesn’t react to any of the swatches except to occasionally go “eh. that’s fine.” 

you kiss his collarbone with a bold crimson and he finally reacts: “that one. wear that one forever.” 

goes back to sleep with ten swatches and glitter on his chin. 

you leave a sticky note on his forehead: best canvas award goes to you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[satsugacafe]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐎𝐧

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shunsui, Jushiro, Ichigo, Byakuya, Renji, Hisagi, Gin, Kira, Aizen, Toshiro, Kisuke, Shinji, Zaraki, Unohana, Yhwach, Jugram, Askin, Bazz-B, Ryuken, Uryu, Grimmjow, Starrk, Ulquiorra

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I wasn’t expecting to write to write for everyone, but I also didn’t want to do this in parts. So everyone’s here in one post :)

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content, fem!reader in the smut part, asphyxiation, blood and knife play, manhandling, cunnilingus, blowjobs, fingering, lingerie, rough play, power play, cockwarming, thigh-riding, marking, light bondage, dirty talking, sleepy sex

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turns them on.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Kyoraku Shunsui

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A playful sense of humour and teasing wit.

Wearing his haori or hat just to mess with him.

Intelligence that reveals itself subtly.

Being affectionate and touchy without needing a reason.

Showing empathy and gentleness, especially with others.

Drinking tolerance can match or outdo his

Sexual turn-ons:

Whispering into his ear while seated on his lap

Flashing glimpses of cleavage, thighs, or the curve of your hip when you pretend not to notice

Lazy, sensual makeout sessions while straddling him on the porch

Being the one to initiate things slowly, then letting him take over

The sight of you stroking the base of his cock while still dressed in one of his robes

Ukitake Jushiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Soft spoken encouragements and genuine smiles

Gentle physical affection—stroking his hair, massaging his back

Bringing him food or medicine without being asked

Listening to him talk about history or poetry with interest

Seeing you play with children or his younger siblings

Sexual turn-ons:

Tender, unhurried touches—especially trailing fingers down his chest

Sucking lightly on his tongue when you kiss

Gently guiding his hand under your robes while making eye contact

Being vocal, breathy, but sweet—he melts hearing your moans

Giving him slow, teasing head with your hands stroking his thighs

Kurosaki Ichigo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Standing up for yourself or others unapologetically

Sparring with him and actually managing to knock him down

Wearing his clothes and acting like it’s no big deal

Brushing your fingers through his hair after he’s bathed

Letting him protect you but also fighting at his side

Sexual turn-ons:

Grinding against him while you’re both fully clothed

Tugging on his hair when you kiss roughly

The look in your eyes when you drop to your knees for him

Telling him how big and hard he feels in your mouth

Riding him while biting your lip and watching his reactions

Kuchiki Byakuya

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Elegance, poise, and self-discipline

The graceful way you move—particularly in formal attire

Quiet loyalty that never needs announcing

Speaking refined, poetic compliments that catch him off guard

Playing a traditional instrument or painting in silence near him

Sexual turn-ons:

Undressing slowly and deliberately in front of him

Moaning softly into his ear as you ride him in his private quarters

Holding eye contact as you suck him off—subtly defiant

Leaving lipstick marks on his collarbone

Whispering your filthy thoughts in a voice soft as silk

Abarai Renji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness and unfiltered honesty

Sparring or working out together, especially if you show him up

Wearing something tight or revealing without even trying

Cheering him on at his matches or missions

Talking dirty in casual conversation just to mess with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Biting his neck and shoulders while he's deep inside you

Taking control—pushing him back, pinning his wrists

Moaning his name when he hits just the right angle

Tugging on his hair and smirking while you’re on top

The sight of you bent over, looking back at him with a dare in your eyes

Ichimaru Gin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playing his game of sly remarks and never flinching

Giving him a mysterious smile of your own

Feeding him something sweet with your fingers

Staring him down until he laughs genuinely

Reading or observing him silently like he’s a puzzle

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists and whisper what he’ll do to you

Moaning his name when he ghosts his tongue over your sskn

Clenching around his cock while grinning up at him

Giving him a look that says you want him to ruin you

Being playful, coy, and just a little bratty—he loves the chase

Izuru Kira

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet empathy and gentle support

Touching his hair or face with loving patience

Listening to him without judgement

Writing him notes or letters instead of saying things aloud

Seeing you defend him when he doubts himself

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock softly while looking up at him with flushed cheeks

Running your hands across his chest while kissing his neck

Light bondage or being guided firmly—he secretly likes being told what to do

Soft sighs and moans that escape you as you ride him slow and deep

Letting him worship your body like you’re sacred

Shuhei Hisagi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Confidence that doesn’t cross into arrogance

Tracing his tattoos with curious fingers

Wearing his sleeveless uniform and mimicking him with a grin

Helping him relax when he's stressed—running your hands through his hair

Admiring his scars or voice work sincerely

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching your nails down his back while he’s fucking you rough

Letting him pin your arms above your head with just one hand

Moaning shamelessly when he squeezes your throat lightly with his fingers

Riding his thigh until you’re dripping for him

Sucking on his fingers while you grind into his lap

Hitsugaya Toshiro

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence, especially when it challenges him

Cold weather snuggles—wrapping yourself around him

Running your hands along his chest or collar absentmindedly

Letting him take care of you when you're injured

Playing an instrument or humming to yourself while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Warming his cock between your thighs before sliding him in

Leaving frostbitten kisses on his chest and neck

Gasping when he pushes your legs apart with firm hands

Riding him hard enough to melt the ice under you both

Letting him lose control—he rarely does, but when he does…

Zaraki Kenpachi

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Anyone who can take a hit and laugh

Bloodied lips and challenging stares

Wearing nothing but a haori or his eyepatch

Joking about fucking in the middle of a battlefield

Fighting him and moaning when he slams you to the ground

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching down his chest while he fucks you brutally

Screaming for more while you ride his cock until your thighs give out

Biting his lip until he bleeds and shoving him back for round two

Taking him raw and wild, begging for him to fill your pussy

Letting him fuck you against a wall with one hand on your throat

Hirako Shinji

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quirky humour and refusing to take things seriously

Playing with his hair or trying on his hats

Teasing him with clever innuendos

Letting him cook for you and pretending it’s better than it is

Kissing him upside-down just to throw him off

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding his face with slow, shivering control

Moaning his name sweetly when he stretches you open

Light biting and tongue-play—especially on his ears. And his tongue piercing—tell him you like it when you use it on you

Getting on all fours and arching your back for him

Pinning him down and whispering what you want him to do

Aizen Sosuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Polished confidence, intellectual curiosity

Subtly challenging his authority with charm

Wearing glasses or reading books on complex topics

Obeying him flawlessly and then seducing him with a glance

Letting him teach you something, and acting too impressed

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking his cock while you whisper how powerful he feels

Spreading yourself open and begging him to “study” you

Moaning his name as you ride him slow, cunt squeezing him rhythmically

Telling him how you want to be rearranged by his cock

Letting him fuck your mouth until your eyes water and you thank him

Urahara Kisuke

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Brainy curiosity and scientific banter

Wearing his hat or clogs and acting like the boss

Fixing his tech for him with a wink

Subtle acts of devotion: tea when he’s exhausted, bandages on his hands

Purring innuendo in his ear while he’s trying to focus

Sexual turn-ons:

Straddling him and slowly sinking onto his cock while teasing his brain

Moaning nonsense while he fingerfucks you with wild precision

Sitting on his face and grinding until you’re sobbing his name

Letting him record your moans while he fucks you from behind. Also letting his try his new gadgets on you

Making him beg for release while you edge him for hours

Unohana Retsu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Calm confidence, quiet control in a crisis

Precision in combat or healing—grace over brute strength

Obedience without submission; challenge without disrespect

Running your fingers through her hair or over her blade

Speaking softly but firmly, holding her gaze without flinching

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting her take full control—bound, blindfolded, at her mercy

Bleeding lightly beneath her nails as she rides you slow and deep

Moaning her full name while she traces your throat with her blade

Taking her strapon in full, whimpering, and asking for more or when she grinds her pussy on you

Eyes rolling back when she fucks you until you cry her name like a prayer

Yhwach

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Absolute devotion and confidence in your own strength

Kneeling before him without being told, eyes proud and unwavering

Speaking to him without fear, and daring to offer advice

Soft dominance—stroking his hair while he rests against you

Wearing his insignia or colours like a second skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Spreading your legs for him without a word

Taking every inch of his cock while moaning his name

Holding eye contact while he fucks you on his throne

Licking your lips after he cums on your face

Letting him use your body as his reward after war

Jugram Haschwalth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet authority and strong posture

Wearing long, elegant clothes that match his aesthetic

Obeying his commands with subtle grace and precision

Showing tactical intelligence in a high-pressure situation

Reading or writing near him by candlelight

Sexual turn-ons:

Kneeling between his legs, eyes wide, waiting for his permission

The sound of your moans as he fucks you slow and deep

Cupping his balls while taking his full length into your throat

Letting him bind you to his desk and stroke you with precision

The flushed, ruined look on your face after he’s spent himself inside you

Askin Nakk Le Vaar

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Sarcasm and biting wit delivered with a pretty smile

Watching you experiment with food, drinks, or poisons

Wearing silky clothes that brush against his fingers when you pass

Subtle manipulation that surprises even him

Laughing at his morbid jokes and then one-upping them

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking on his fingers while looking into his eyes

Licking his cock from base to tip with slow, deliberate flicks

Riding him in lace lingerie while playing with your own nipples

Letting him drip things on your body and lick them off

Playfully threatening to overstimulate him—he’ll beg beautifully

Bazz-B

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Boldness, fire, and being louder than him when you argue

Revealing outfits, crop tops, battle armour that shows skin

Throwing playful punches and getting pinned for it

Cheering him on when he’s being dramatic

Letting him brag and then putting him in his place

Sexual turn-ons:

Groping his cock through his trousers and laughing at his growl

Taking charge and riding him wild until he taps out

Clawing his back while he fucks you against a wall

Sucking on his balls while he tugs your hair

Calling him “hot stuff” while your cunt clenches around him

Ishida Ryuken

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intelligence matched with calm maturity

Wearing lingerie under a lab coat

Pouring his coffee without asking, quiet domestic gestures

Knowing when to shut out the world and let him have silence

Precision, elegance, and reading medical journals in bed

Sexual turn-ons:

Sucking his cock under his desk while he pretends to work

Letting him finger you with his gloves still on

Whispering dirty praise into his ear with clinical detail

Riding him slow, grinding until he swears under his breath

Guiding his hand over your clit and telling him what you need

Ishida Uryu

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Graceful intellect and sharp wit

Wearing his scarf or coat and fixing your glasses teasingly

Being meticulous in your crafts or hobbies

Challenging his logic just to watch him ramble

Quiet, firm affection—holding his hand while working

Sexual turn-ons:

Licking the seam of his lips before kissing him

Stroking his cock while whispering how proud you are of him

Gasping softly when he kisses your inner thighs

Letting him tie your ankles with his Quincy threads

Telling him he’s perfect while you cum around his cock

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Arrogant smirks, spitfire sass, and biting back

Showing your battle scars like they’re trophies

Tearing your clothes mid-fight and laughing about it

Challenging him with no fear in your eyes

Wearing nothing but a grin and calling him a pussycat

Sexual turn-ons:

Scratching his scalp while he eats you out with zero mercy

Choking on his cock and crying from the stretch

Letting him fuck you over any surface, raw and rabid

Cumming from just how rough he bites your nipples

Riding him while yelling how good he feels—and slapping his chest

Coyote Starrk

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Quiet companionship and non-verbal affection

Dozing on his chest without saying a word

Wearing his clothes and letting him see your cleavage

Soft eyes and lazy mornings in bed

Listening to his silences and responding in kind

Sexual turn-ons:

Slow, sleepy sex where you grind against his cock until he wakes fully

Letting him suck your tits while you ride him

Whispering “please” while you ride him under the covers

Letting him watch you touch yourself while you straddle his lap

Taking him so slowly he shivers—he never shivers

Ulquiorra Cifer

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Existential curiosity and thought-provoking questions

Crying in front of him without shame—he notices

Gently touching his face without asking

Wearing white, black, or green in contrast to his own shades

Showing emotion just for him—never for others

Sexual turn-ons:

Soft moans while you take his cock inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut

Letting him explore your cunt like it’s a mystery

Kissing him without permission and whispering “mine”

Wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper

Crying out his name as you cum—he won’t say it, but he lives for it

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @spellboundsuguru @cookielovesbook-akie @kennys-partner @sovl-society @villainsrtasty @foxycrafterofgreenwood @carnationdoe @darthwhorecrux @kryptoniteforsale

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

[neeeooon]

hihi omg ur writing is so yum yum i jsu twanna eat it but uhm can i request a part 2 of the cuteness aggression thing ? tysm in advance ur the best fr

chars : ness ( plz he needs to be loved 🙏🙏) , the loml, apple to my eye kunigami , gagamaru ( he's so silly ) , karasu & nagi

HIHII tysm!! here ya go! ty for the request 💖🫶

when you’re affectionate toward them pt 2

bf bllk x cuteness overloaded gn!reader. fluff!

alexis ness

-> ness is so awkward, you can’t help but want to cuddle him 24/7

-> anytime there’s a pause in conversation, where he spends too much time worrying his response in his head, you’re on him. whether it be a hand over his, a kiss to the cheek, or completely throwing your entire body at him like a blanket, you’re in his space

-> “so, i was thinking.. maybe we could.. um… go to dinner..? or somet—“ “YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME, ALEXIS NESS!!!” “please don’t die..!”

kunigami rensuke

-> “can i just..?” you don’t give kunigami the chance to ask what you mean before rolling onto him and burying your face in his chest. the sound of your dramatic scream-sobs are drowned out by his shirt as he awkwardly wraps his arms around you

-> “do i even want to ask?” “YOURE JUST SO SWEET TO ME. AND YOU HAVE AMAZING BOOBS.” “i’m a guy—“ “I LOVE EM.” “okay!”

-> kunigami doesn’t have the heart to break out of your tight, nuzzling hug and will continue to hold you until you finally release him to pee

gagamaru gin

-> he’s a weirdo, but so are you, so you fit together perfectly!

-> “wanna go camping this weekend?” you offer, just to watch as his eyes begin to sparkle. you’d banned him from the woods since the last time you were together, he tried to wrestle a bear

-> “yes. are you being serious?” “i am!” “camping,” he drawls in his monotone voice, but you can practically see the hearts in his eyes and throw your arms around him. “you’re so cute! i’m sorry for temporarily banning you from the woods; let’s go have fun!”

karasu tabito

-> you can’t help but stare lovingly at your boyfriend, dreamy sighs floating from you, every time you see him

-> he’s trying to make you dinner one night, hunched over the counter in concentration with the tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips, and you feel like your heart is about to burst from your chest

-> the weight of your state has him turning his head just in time to yelp when fling yourself across the counter. “y/n—!” “FORGET DINNER! let me hug you all night long, my cute crow!” “i won’t argue wit’ that!”

nagi seishiro

-> usually it’s nagi clinging to you like a lost koala when you’re alone, but on occasion, you’ll find yourself overwhelmed with the urge to grab him by the hoodie, pull him into your chest, and never let him go

-> he catches you looking at him after dying in his game and subtly raises a brow. “hm? something on my face—?” the words barely leave him before you tackle him and cover his head in kisses

-> “WHY DO YOU LOOK SO CUTE TODAY?!” “i look the same..” “NO, TODAY YOURE MORE ADORABLE THAT USUAL. STOP IT.” “okay..”

[dior-luxury]

how would bllk react to reader making them lunch for their practice?? would love to see it <3

Making Them Lunch For Practice

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] bllk 11 . isagi . rin . nagi . bachira . reo . barou . yukimiya . otoya . karasu . niko . aryu . chigiri . gagamaru . raichi . hiori . nanase .

- [𝐩:𝐬] long writing . cute headcanons . boyfriend blue lock >>>>

Note: These stories came out much cuter than I had expected 😭Also I LOVE the idea of giving the boys food before/after practice. And they honestly deserve it so much too!!

Isagi Yoichi

The morning sunlight poured through the kitchen window in soft golden rays as you packed up the final touches of Isagi’s lunch. The bento box was filled with all his favorites—grilled teriyaki chicken with sesame seeds, a neat pile of tamagoyaki, sticky white rice shaped into little soccer balls with nori patterns, and even a tiny corner for strawberries you’d carved into roses. You’d woken up extra early to get it all just right.

The moment he shuffled into the kitchen, hair still messy from sleep, your heart gave that little flutter it always did when he looked at you like you were his whole world.

"Good morning, Yoichi!" you chirped, hiding the bento behind your back.

He blinked blearily, then smiled when he saw you. “Morning, babe. You’re up early... whatcha hiding?” His tone was playful, suspicious.

You pulled the bento out like a magician revealing their final trick. "Ta-da! Lunch for my star striker."

His eyes widened, then softened into the kind of expression that made you melt—a warm, slightly crooked smile, the kind he wore only when he was overflowing with affection.

“No way,” he whispered, stepping closer. “You made that… for me?”

You nodded. “You’ve been working so hard lately. I wanted to make sure you had something homemade today. Fuel for the future World Cup hero.”

He looked at the bento, then at you. Then again at the bento. “This looks… insane. It’s so perfect I almost don’t wanna eat it. Almost.”

You handed it to him, and he cradled it like it was something precious. He leaned in, kissed your forehead, then your cheek. “You’re the best, you know that? I’m gonna score today with this energy. For you.”

Later that afternoon, when the team took a break, Isagi sat down, popped open the lid, and was immediately the target of jealous stares.

“No way—Isagi, that’s homemade?” Bachira peered over his shoulder like a curious raccoon. “Can I marry them too?”

Isagi shielded the lunch protectively, cheeks red but proud. “Back off. This is power-up food. You don’t mess with power-up food.”

As he ate, he took slow, thoughtful bites, tasting every little effort you'd poured into it. In that quiet moment, surrounded by teammates yelling and the distant thud of soccer balls, he felt grounded, loved. Reinvigorated. Every bite reminded him what he was fighting for.

That night, he sent you a selfie with a thumbs up and grass in his hair.

“Scored twice today. Guess who I was thinking about every time I aimed?”

Rin Itoshi

Rin wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who asked for much. He was quiet, intense, and fully immersed in his obsession with becoming the best striker in the world. But you saw the cracks in the armor—the subtle signs of stress, the dark circles under his eyes, the way his jaw clenched after practice when he thought no one was watching.

So, today, you decided to do something for him.

You made his bento with a quiet kind of love. Rin liked clean, balanced flavors—nothing too heavy. So you cooked salmon with lemon and herbs, roasted vegetables on the side, and soba noodles with a light sesame dressing. You added two little onigiri with umeboshi, shaped into tiny hearts. He would roll his eyes at that… but not really. Deep down, he’d like it.

You made your way to the training facility just as the sun started to climb. The field was already buzzing with movement. You found Rin stretching on the sidelines, alone, headphones in, brows drawn tight. Even in the chaos, he always seemed a little apart—untouchable.

You approached slowly and tapped his shoulder.

He turned, pulling out an earbud, and his expression shifted instantly from stern focus to a more relaxed surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You smiled, holding up the lunch bag. “Thought I’d drop something off before practice.”

His eyes flicked to the bag, then back to you. “You made that?”

You nodded. “Didn’t want you running on vending machine sandwiches again.”

He reached out for the lunch, fingers brushing yours just slightly longer than necessary. His voice was low. “Thanks. You didn’t have to.”

“I know,” you said. “But I wanted to.”

For a second, Rin didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, the corners of his eyes softening. He wasn't good with words, but this was one of those moments where the silence between you both said everything.

At break time, when he sat down alone near the bench and opened the bento, he actually paused.

Heart-shaped onigiri.

He gave the tiniest huff of a laugh, barely audible. Anyone else would’ve thought he was annoyed. But he wasn’t. It made his chest feel warm in a way that almost hurt.

He ate in peace, thinking about you. Thinking about how much steadier he felt today. How the food reminded him of something he didn’t often let himself dwell on: comfort, and care, and a sense of home. You were becoming all of that to him.

Later, when he got back to his apartment, you were already there, curled up on the couch.

He placed the empty bento box beside you and sat wordlessly next to you, his arm sliding around your waist.

After a while, he said quietly, “You made me feel... full today. Not just the food.”

You rested your head against his shoulder. “Good. That was the point.”

And in the rare warmth of his post-practice peace, Rin didn’t need to say he loved you. It was in the way he leaned into your touch, relaxed for once, just breathing you in.

Nagi Seishiro

Practice was brutal today. The sun loomed high, scorching the field, and sweat clung to every player's skin like a second layer. Nagi was sprawled lazily across the grass during break, one arm slung over his eyes to block out the light.

Everything felt like such a hassle — running drills, playing scrimmages, even standing up felt like climbing a mountain.

Until he heard the soft crunch of shoes against the grass nearby.

Peeking from under his arm, he saw you, standing there awkwardly, a shy smile on your face and a small, neatly packed bento box cradled in your hands. You knelt down next to him, the scent of something warm and savory immediately teasing his senses.

“Sei… I made you lunch for practice,” you murmured, holding it out toward him.

For a second, he just stared. His silver hair clung slightly to his forehead, and his golden eyes widened — not dramatically, but enough that you caught the rare flicker of surprise there.

"You made this... for me?" he said, voice low and lazy as always, but laced with something different — a softness that made your heart flip.

He sat up slowly, as if in a daze, and accepted the box from your hands. His fingers brushed yours — clumsy, warm, and lingering longer than necessary.

He opened the lid and blinked.

Inside, it wasn’t anything fancy: rice shaped into little onigiri, some grilled chicken, rolled omelet slices, and even a few heart-shaped carrot pieces tucked carefully at the side.

"...Such a hassle," he muttered under his breath — but there was no bite to it. None at all.

In fact, he looked at the lunch as if it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.

Nagi leaned back against the grass, pulling you with him so you sat between his legs. He rested his chin lazily on your shoulder, poking at the food with his chopsticks.

"You're... really nice to me," he mumbled, a bit drowsily, "Too nice."

He fed himself a bite, and his eyes closed immediately as he savored it. A low, pleased hum rumbled from his throat, like a cat curling into sunlight.

“Mm… tastes better ‘cause it’s from you.”

He tilted his head against yours, letting his heavy body lean almost completely on you, as if he trusted you to hold him up.

Nagi didn't need grand words. His affection lived in small things — the way he fed you a bite next, murmuring "open," or the way he let you steal his water bottle later, pretending not to notice how his cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink.

That lunch break, you weren't just his s/o.

You were his comfort, his peace, his favorite kind of "not a hassle."

And he made sure you knew it, even if it was only through the lazy way his hand never left yours for the rest of the day.

Bachira Meguru

The training grounds buzzed with energy — players laughing, balls thudding against nets, coaches barking instructions. Bachira was, as always, a chaotic blur, weaving between players during scrimmage with that wild, fearless grin that made him seem half-dream, half-nightmare to anyone trying to block him.

When the break whistle finally sounded, he jogged toward the benches, sweat sticking his messy hair to his forehead. He looked around immediately, almost instinctively searching for you.

When he spotted you standing there — lunch bag dangling from your fingers, eyes bright and excited — his face lit up instantly.

"Y/N!!!" he called, waving his arms dramatically over his head as he sprinted toward you, practically knocking over a cone on the way. A few of his teammates chuckled at his antics.

You barely had time to brace yourself before Bachira threw his arms around you, spinning you in a little circle before setting you down, laughing.

"You brought me something??" he asked, eyes gleaming with pure childlike wonder.

"Yeah," you said, a little breathless from his enthusiasm. You held out the bag. "I thought you might need some fuel!"

Bachira gasped as if you'd handed him a treasure chest.

"You’re the best! The BEST best!!" he sang, bouncing on his toes as he grabbed the bag. He dropped to the grass immediately, cross-legged, unpacking it with all the care of a kid opening presents on Christmas morning.

Inside was a box packed with fun, colorful foods — little sandwiches with funny faces drawn on them with seaweed, mini skewers of fruit, tiny octopus-shaped sausages. A lunch full of surprises, just like him.

"Woaaah!! Look!! They’re smiling!!!" he giggled, showing off one of the sandwich faces to his teammate as if it were a trophy. "Y/N made it!!!"

He grabbed a sandwich, took a huge bite, and immediately threw his head back with a loud, delighted groan.

"SO GOOD!!! IT'S Y/N-FLAVORED!!!" he shouted.

You nearly choked on your own spit. "That's not — that’s not how you say it—!"

But Bachira just laughed and patted the grass next to him until you sat down too.

As he ate, he kept sneaking glances at you, eyes soft and glittering, lips curled into the most genuine, easy smile. Every few bites, he'd lean against your shoulder, humming happily.

After he finished nearly the whole box in record time, he turned to you, sandwich crumbs still stuck to his cheek.

"You know," he said, voice softer now, "when you do stuff like this... it makes my monster real happy."

You blinked. "Your monster?"

He nodded seriously, tapping his chest. "The part of me that wants to play, that wants to keep moving forward — it gets even louder when you're around. 'Cause you're my favorite person. You're the one who sees me."

You didn't even have time to respond before he tackled you into a messy hug, knocking you both into the grass, laughing.

The afternoon sun burned golden above you. And in that moment, in Bachira’s arms, hearing his laughter rumble through your back, you realized something:

You hadn’t just given him food.

You’d given him joy. You'd become part of the very thing that made him run so fearlessly across the field.

Reo Mikage

At first, Reo hadn’t even noticed you arriving. He was too busy — barking plays at teammates, that sharp glint in his eye, moving with a natural grace that made it clear: Reo Mikage didn’t just play soccer, he commanded it.

But when his gaze swept across the field mid-break and landed on you — standing there in casual clothes, holding a sleek, pastel-colored lunch box in your hands — everything else faded into static.

He immediately jogged over, ignoring the coach's call for a quick team huddle, towel slung over his neck, sweat shining on his forehead. His violet hair was messy, sticking to his skin in a way that made him look both devastatingly handsome and ridiculously approachable at the same time.

"You... came?" he said, breathless, a tiny, rare note of uncertainty in his voice.

"I made you lunch," you said simply, lifting the box.

Reo stared at it, blinking once. Twice.

"You made it yourself?"

You nodded, a little shy. "Yeah. Thought it might help you out."

He exhaled a low, almost disbelieving laugh — like he couldn’t believe someone would choose to do something so earnest for him.

“God, you’re incredible,” he murmured under his breath, before taking the box from your hands like it was made of glass.

He led you to a bench in the shade, wiping his hands with his towel before peeling open the lid. His eyes widened — you had packed everything meticulously: truffle rice balls (you remembered he liked a little luxury), grilled teriyaki chicken, pickled vegetables, and a few tiny sweets tucked into the corner for afters.

"You… remembered all my favorites," he said, voice thick with something heavier than gratitude. "You’re gonna spoil me."

He picked up a bite with his chopsticks, chewing thoughtfully. As the flavors melted on his tongue, his head tilted back slightly, and he let out the softest, most genuine sound you’d ever heard from him — a sound of complete bliss.

Then he turned that dazzling, megawatt grin on you.

"You’re dangerous," he said, resting his elbow on his knee and leaning toward you with lazy, flirtatious ease. "If you keep doing stuff like this, I’ll have to marry you."

He was joking — kind of. But you caught the way his cheeks flushed slightly pink under the midday sun.

Before you could answer, Reo leaned in, kissed your forehead, and whispered:

“Thank you, princess. I’ll make it up to you after practice.”

Later that night, he sent you dozens of texts planning your next date, determined to outdo your thoughtfulness with something that would leave you speechless instead.

Because Mikage Reo didn’t just receive love. He matched it, multiplied it, and sent it back tenfold.

Barou Shoei

Barou was the picture of intensity on the field — a storm wrapped in a man’s body, every move sharp and decisive. His presence was so overwhelming, sometimes people flinched just trying to meet his gaze.

You stood at the edge of the practice grounds, lunch bag clutched to your chest, heart hammering. How would he react? Would he even accept it?

When break was called, Barou stalked toward the sidelines, towel over his shoulder, glaring at the ground as if daring it to challenge him. He barely noticed you at first — until he caught your familiar scent carried on the breeze.

He stopped dead in his tracks, lifting his head.

You stepped forward nervously. "Shouei... I made you lunch."

The entire world seemed to go silent.

He stared. His red eyes locked onto yours — intense, unblinking — and for one terrifying moment, you thought you’d made a mistake.

Then, wordlessly, he closed the distance between you.

His hand — big, calloused, and impossibly gentle — took the lunch bag from yours.

He opened it without a word, revealing a sturdy bento box filled with hearty food: thick-cut beef with rice, roasted vegetables, a miso soup flask on the side, and a small, clumsy hand-written note tucked between the layers.

"Eat up, King. You deserve it."

Barou’s brows twitched. He picked up the note, holding it like it was made of precious metal.

He cleared his throat, glancing around to make sure no one was paying too much attention, before sitting heavily on the bench nearby. You hesitated, but he shot you a glare — not a mean one, but the kind that said: Don’t even think about leaving.

He dug into the food without fanfare, biting into the beef first.

A beat of silence.

Then a low, pleased rumble vibrated from deep in his chest, almost like a growl.

"This is... good," he muttered gruffly, eyes lowered like he didn’t want you to see the way they softened.

You smiled, cheeks burning.

Barou ate quickly, efficiently, every so often glancing at you like he still couldn’t believe you had taken the time to do this for him. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood up, and loomed over you.

"You got guts, bringin’ somethin’ like this to me," he said, tone rough. But you could hear the pride underneath. "Good guts."

Then, awkwardly — very awkwardly — he ruffled your hair, so clumsily it almost knocked you backward.

"You’re mine," he said bluntly. "You got that?"

And before you could answer, Barou stalked off toward practice again, chest puffed out, moving like he had just scored a hat-trick — because deep down, he knew: no victory on the field could ever compare to winning your heart.

Yukimiya Kenyu

The sharp click of cleats on pavement echoed across the training center as Yukimiya wiped the sweat from his brow. Everything he did, he did with precision — from the clean dribble of his feet to the way he tied his hair up neatly after a scrimmage.

He moved with that serious, almost elegant grace that always made you want to watch him a little longer than you should.

And today, he was extra focused — his practices had been getting longer and harder, and you knew better than anyone that he pushed himself beyond exhaustion sometimes. That’s why you stood near the benches, holding a slim, stylish bento box — something you knew he would appreciate.

When Yukimiya spotted you, his steps faltered. His sharp, almost guarded eyes softened in an instant.

He approached, towel slung around his neck, posture still straight even as exhaustion weighed on him. His voice was low, a little surprised:

"You came all this way?"

You smiled and held out the bento.

"I made you something. Thought you could use a little break... and a little love."

The tips of Yukimiya’s ears turned pink — a detail so small, so fleeting, you might’ve missed it if you weren’t watching closely.

He accepted the box with a kind of reverence, like it was something priceless. Sitting down gracefully on the bench, he opened it carefully.

Inside, you had packed it beautifully: fresh salads with vinaigrette on the side, grilled fish, brown rice, slices of colorful fruit arranged like a painting. It looked healthy, but still indulgent — exactly what you knew he'd prefer.

Yukimiya set his chopsticks down for a moment, simply staring at it.

"You're... incredible," he said quietly, almost like he was speaking to himself. "Even the presentation is beautiful."

You sat beside him, a little shy.

Without a word, he picked up a piece of melon and held it up toward you.

"Say ah," he murmured, his lips curving in a soft, rare smile.

You blinked, heat rushing to your face, but you obeyed — and he laughed under his breath, his shoulders relaxing in a way that rarely happened during the tense, grueling days of training.

As he ate, he never once took his eyes off you — as if he was reminding himself that you were real, that this moment was real.

Between bites, he said softly:

"You're the only one who sees me like this... not as a player, not as a product... just me."

And when practice ended later, Yukimiya didn’t rush to leave. Instead, he pulled you gently into a hug, resting his forehead against yours, whispering:

"Stay close to me... okay?"

Because to him, you weren't just a break from reality. You were the only part of it he wanted to keep forever.

Otoya Eita

Otoya had been flirting shamelessly with his teammates during practice again — smirking, teasing, tossing careless winks like candy. It was part of his charm: that smooth, effortless charisma that could melt through defenses faster than any soccer tactic.

But the moment he caught sight of you standing near the fence, a small lunch bag in your hand, that playful mask slipped.

For just a heartbeat, his smile softened into something real.

He jogged over, running a hand through his tousled hair, his black earrings glinting under the sun.

"Yo, babe~" he drawled, flashing you that signature lazy grin. "Did you come just to watch me show off?"

You rolled your eyes, heart fluttering anyway.

"No, Eita," you said, holding up the bag. "I made you lunch."

That caught him off guard. His eyebrows shot up, a genuine, boyish surprise lighting up his whole face.

"For me?"

You nodded, pushing it into his hands. "Yeah. Thought you might need a little extra energy."

He stared at the bag, as if unsure he deserved it.

Otoya quickly masked the flicker of emotion with a smirk, but you saw it — the way his fingers clutched the handles tighter, how his gaze lingered on you with a rare intensity.

He pulled you into a quick, sneaky hug, murmuring into your hair:

"You're way too good to me, you know that?"

Otoya dragged you to sit with him on the grass, unwrapping the lunch like a kid unwrapping a birthday gift.

Inside, you had packed a bunch of fun, easy-to-eat foods: sandwiches cut into triangles, juicy karaage chicken bites, spicy mayo dip, and a few cookies you'd decorated sloppily with little hearts.

He laughed — this big, beautiful, real laugh — when he saw the cookies.

"You made these for me?" he said, mock-offended. "What if I get cavities, huh? Gonna pay my dental bills?"

But he popped one into his mouth without hesitation, chewing happily.

You sat next to him, basking in the late afternoon sun, the noise of practice fading into background static.

After a few bites, he leaned in close, bumping his forehead against yours.

"You're dangerous, babe," he whispered, lips brushing your ear. "Make me start thinking about things that aren't soccer."

His voice dropped lower, only for you to hear:

"Like how good you'd look sitting in my kitchen, making me breakfast in the morning."

You laughed, pushing him away playfully, cheeks burning — and he laughed too, catching your hand mid-air and bringing it to his lips for a quick, teasing kiss.

But behind all the flirting, you knew something real was blooming there — something a little scary, a little thrilling.

Because Otoya Eita was used to running.

And somehow, you were the one person he was sprinting toward.

Karasu Tabito

Training had been relentless today. Karasu’s shirt clung to him, black hair messy and sticking to his forehead, dark eyes sharp as ever as he lazily dribbled the ball between his feet even during breaks.

He was sharp, cocky — the kind of guy whose whole aura screamed "I don’t need anyone." And yet, the second he caught sight of you waiting by the benches, arms behind your back and a little nervous bounce to your step, something in him faltered.

He kicked the ball aside with casual precision and started walking toward you, every step slow, deliberate — the smirk playing at his lips giving nothing away.

"Yo," he said, voice low, almost teasing. "Came to see me break ankles, sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes and held up a sleek black lunch box, matching his aesthetic a little too perfectly.

"I brought you lunch. Thought you could use it... since you're out here pretending you're invincible or whatever."

For a split second — and it was so fast you almost missed it — Karasu's cocky front slipped. His eyes widened, blinking once. Then he chuckled under his breath, that deep, rough sound you loved so much.

"You're dangerous," he muttered, more to himself than to you.

He sat down right there on the grass, patting the spot beside him without a word. When you sat, he immediately pulled the box open.

Inside, you'd packed some high-protein onigiri, grilled chicken, pickled sides, and a few extra things you knew he liked — even tucked in a mini dessert. Nothing too flashy, but thoughtful. Personal.

Karasu stared at the food, silent.

Then he said, quietly:

"You know me too well."

He ate slowly at first, savoring it — and every once in a while, he'd glance sideways at you, like he couldn't believe you were real.

"You didn't have to do this," he murmured between bites. "I mean... I can take care of myself."

You shrugged, trying to play it off. "Maybe I want to take care of you sometimes."

That shut him up fast.

For once, Karasu didn't have a smartass comment ready. He just stared at you, mouth slightly open, chopsticks frozen mid-air.

Finally, he set them down, turned fully toward you, and leaned in — not smirking, not teasing — just... looking at you with this rare, intense sincerity.

"You’re lucky I’m crazy about you," he said, voice low, rough around the edges. "Otherwise, I'd never let anyone see me this soft."

And when practice resumed, Karasu played sharper, faster — like he had something more precious to protect now. Because he did. He had you.

Niko Ikki

Niko wasn't flashy. Where others shouted, flexed, and demanded attention, he operated like a ghost on the field — quiet, tactical, always watching.

Which made him pretty good at noticing things others missed. Like you, standing by the fence, nervously adjusting the strap of the small cooler bag you brought.

His green eyes caught yours almost instantly. He hesitated, brushing the hair from his face awkwardly, then jogged over, wiping his hands on his shorts.

"Y/N?" he asked, voice soft, a little breathless.

You held up the bag, heart hammering. "I... made you lunch. For after practice. If you want it."

Niko froze. Like, actually froze.

You could see the gears turning in his head, short-circuiting. Was this some dream? A prank? Did he accidentally hit his head during drills?

"You made this... for me?"

You nodded.

Slowly — so slowly, it was almost shy — Niko reached out and took the bag from your hands. His fingers brushed yours, and his ears immediately turned a vivid pink.

He led you over to the edge of the field, sitting on the grass cross-legged, handling the bag like it was fragile.

Opening it carefully, he found a simple, cozy meal: Tamago (egg) sandwiches, some homemade rice crackers, a few veggie sticks, and a neatly wrapped banana muffin for dessert. Nothing extravagant — but every part of it screamed "I know you."

Niko stared at the food. Then at you. Then back at the food.

You watched him, worried.

"Is it okay? I didn't know what you usually eat for practice days, so I kinda guessed—"

"It's perfect," he interrupted, voice so soft it almost got swallowed by the breeze.

He took a small, careful bite of the sandwich, chewing slowly.

And then — The tiniest smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Barely there. Fleeting. But real.

"This... feels like a dream," he muttered, half to himself. "No one's ever done something like this for me before."

You blinked. "Really?"

He shook his head, still smiling that barely-there smile that made your chest ache a little.

"...You're special," he said simply. "You always make me feel like I'm worth noticing."

And as the other players called him back to drills, Niko stood slowly, setting the box aside for later, but not before gently — awkwardly — patting your head in thanks.

He jogged back onto the field with a little more spring in his step. Like somehow, your lunch had fueled more than just his body. It had fueled his heart.

Aryu Jyubei

Even in the middle of grueling practice, Aryu was… well, Aryu. Perfect posture. Every movement clean, elegant, as if he were modeling instead of sprinting drills.

You stood off to the side, nervously holding a gorgeous, ribbon-wrapped bento box you had painstakingly designed to look good — because you knew, with Aryu, it was always about beauty.

When he finally caught sight of you, his silver hair catching the sunlight like a halo, his entire demeanor shifted.

He slowed down, almost like he was gliding across the field rather than walking.

When he reached you, he smiled — dazzling, flawless — brushing imaginary dust off his jersey before he spoke.

"My lovely," he said smoothly, voice like honey. "Is this a gift for me?"

You nodded, a little breathless, and held out the lunchbox.

"I made you lunch. I tried to make it... you know... aesthetically pleasing, too."

Aryu's lavender eyes widened ever so slightly — a flicker of real surprise. He took the box from your hands with exaggerated care, like it was an ancient artifact, holding it delicately between long fingers.

"You tailored it... for my beauty standards," he said softly, his voice dropping a few octaves. "You're too perfect."

He moved to a shaded bench and beckoned you to join him with a graceful tilt of his head. Sitting with one leg elegantly crossed over the other, he opened the box slowly.

Inside? You had arranged everything meticulously: — Color-coordinated vegetables, — Heart-shaped tamagoyaki, — Rice balls with edible flower petals pressed into them, — Grilled salmon cut into neat, symmetrical strips.

It looked like something out of a high-end magazine shoot.

Aryu's lips parted slightly in amazement.

"This..." he whispered. "This is art."

You sat down beside him, heart hammering.

He took a bite, still poised and elegant — and then he actually closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the taste. When he opened them again, his gaze locked onto you with something deeper than gratitude — something raw, real.

"You nourish my soul," he said seriously, resting a hand lightly over his heart. "You nourish my beauty."

Then — and you swear your heart actually stopped — Aryu reached out and gently, so gently, tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Perfect," he murmured under his breath, almost like he was talking to himself.

From that day on, he posted about your lunches online (with your permission) — captioning them with things like, "True beauty is made with love. #Blessed #LunchGoals."

And every time he practiced, he pushed himself a little harder — because how could he not? The most beautiful thing in his life was already cheering for him.

Chigiri Hyoma

Chigiri Hyoma was a storm bottled inside a porcelain frame. Fast, sharp, and achingly beautiful — like something that wasn’t meant for this world.

You stood near the track where he was finishing his sprints, heart pounding, clutching the small thermos and bento box you'd packed just for him.

His long crimson hair streamed behind him like a banner as he raced past — so fast it took your breath away.

And then — As if sensing your gaze — Chigiri skidded to a graceful stop, turning his head slightly, strands of hair framing his delicate, sharp-edged face.

When he saw you, something subtle shifted in his expression — a softening that few ever got to witness.

He jogged over, light on his feet, wiping sweat off his brow.

"Hey," he said, voice low and a little surprised. "You’re here?"

You nodded, shy but determined, holding out the food.

"I made you lunch. For after practice."

Chigiri blinked. His gaze flickered from your face to the lunch, and back to your face again.

For a moment, he didn’t move.

You saw it — the walls he kept so carefully built up wobbling ever so slightly.

"You made this for me?" he asked, voice dropping even softer, like he was almost afraid to say it too loud and scare the moment away.

"Yeah," you said, smiling. "I figured you'd need something good after training so hard."

Slowly — hesitantly — Chigiri reached out and took the bento box from you. His fingers brushed yours, and you felt how slightly his hand was trembling.

He led you over to a quiet corner where he could open it away from the others. Sitting on the grass, he peeled open the lid — and his eyes widened slightly.

You had packed light but hearty food — udon noodles with fresh vegetables, marinated tofu, slices of sweet rolled omelet, and fresh strawberries, knowing he loved them. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was everything he needed.

He looked at it. Then at you.

"...You know me better than anyone," he said quietly.

He took a bite, chewing slowly — and for the first time in a long time, you saw it: The way his entire body relaxed, the way his shoulders dropped from their usual tense coil.

When he finished eating, Chigiri set the box aside and leaned back on his hands, face tilted toward the sky, crimson hair catching the breeze.

Then, in a voice so soft you almost missed it, he said:

"You're my favorite reason to run."

And when he looked at you, eyes shining like rubies, you knew: He wasn’t just running for himself anymore.

He was running toward you.

Gagamaru Gin

Practice was brutal today — the kind where even the air feels heavy, and the turf sticks stubbornly to the soles of your shoes. Gagamaru had thrown himself at every shot, dove at impossible angles, muscles aching in ways he didn't even realize possible. The coach finally blew the whistle for a break, and the players scattered to catch their breath.

Gagamaru wiped the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt and wandered toward the benches, his mind already halfway gone to food — anything, at this point. Maybe the vending machines still had something halfway edible.

But then he saw you.

Standing awkwardly near the sidelines, clutching a lunchbox like it was some kind of sacred artifact, you waved the moment he noticed you. His eyes lit up instantly — not in a loud, dramatic way, but in that quiet, stunned Gagamaru way, like a puppy realizing its favorite person was in the room.

He jogged over to you, hair bouncing slightly with each step, a rare grin spreading across his flushed face.

"You… made me lunch?" he asked, voice rough from shouting during drills, but so, so soft when speaking to you.

You nodded shyly, handing it over. It wasn't anything crazy — just simple food you knew he liked: grilled onigiri, karaage, some tamagoyaki, and fresh fruits tucked in the corners like tiny bursts of color. You had even slipped a tiny handwritten note between the compartments ("Eat well, dummy! ❤️").

Gagamaru took the box in both hands like he was afraid he'd crush it if he wasn't careful. He dropped onto the bench right there and ripped off the lid with boyish excitement, inhaling the scent.

"Whoa... it smells so good," he mumbled, practically bouncing on his seat. Without hesitation, he popped a rice ball into his mouth, his eyes going wide mid-bite.

"Thish ish... amazhing," he said, voice muffled through a full mouth.

You laughed, sitting beside him. He offered you a bite like it was instinct — holding out a piece of chicken with his chopsticks toward your mouth, utterly earnest.

"Eat with me," he said, grinning in that slightly dopey, infinitely sweet way only Gagamaru could.

And for the rest of the break, the two of you sat side by side, sharing bites, his knee bumping against yours every so often. He kept sneaking glances at you, a quiet, contented look on his face that said more than words ever could: Thank you. Thank you for thinking of me. Thank you for caring.

He even insisted on carrying the empty box himself after, carefully tucking it into his duffel like it was treasure.

Before jogging back to practice, he paused, turned, and with a sudden rush of boldness pressed a quick, clumsy kiss against your temple.

"I’ll score one for you today," he promised, eyes bright with the kind of simple, fierce devotion only Gagamaru knew how to give.

Raichi Jingo

The locker room still smelled like sweat and metal, even with half the windows cracked open. Raichi Jingo slammed his locker shut, his foot tapping out a restless rhythm against the tile floor.

Today’s drills had been intense — too many scrimmages, too many chances for him to lose his temper at some idiot who didn't pass when they should’ve. He was on edge, frustration bubbling under his skin, needing an outlet.

So when he stepped outside and saw you waiting by the field gates — holding a lunch bag, looking nervous but hopeful — it almost didn't register at first. He blinked, a scowl still half-formed on his face, until it clicked.

You. Lunch. For him.

He stomped over, face flushing a deep red not from the heat, but from the unfamiliar cocktail of emotions tangling in his chest.

"W-what the hell are you doing here?!" he barked instinctively — too loud, too harsh. But then he caught the slight falter in your smile and cursed himself mentally.

You lifted the bag toward him. "I, um… thought you might want something homemade before the next scrimmage?"

He stood there for a second, hands balled into fists at his sides, glaring at the ground like it had personally offended him. Then, wordlessly, he grabbed the bag from you — not roughly, but like he didn’t trust himself to be gentler.

He turned his back for a second, breathing out hard, before plopping down right on the grass. He cracked open the bag and froze.

Inside was his favorite: katsudon, hot and fragrant, with the egg perfectly runny and the pork golden-crispy. You had even packed a side of miso soup in a thermos, and a small pudding cup (with a stupid little smiley face sticker on the lid).

Raichi swallowed hard. His throat felt too tight for some reason.

"You're... really trying to kill me, huh," he muttered, not looking at you. But when you laughed — that soft, genuine laugh — he peeked up, ears red, and finally cracked a small, crooked smile.

He ate like he was starving, shoving spoonfuls into his mouth, muttering how "this was the only good thing that happened today" under his breath. Every now and then he’d glance sideways at you, trying to be subtle but failing miserably, cheeks tinted pink.

After finishing, he set the empty container down carefully. He didn't say thank you — not in words — but he shifted closer to you, bumped his shoulder into yours roughly, like a kid asking for attention.

"Tch. Next time... bring two portions," he grumbled. "You barely get any if you just sit there watching me, dumbass."

It wasn’t the smoothest thanks. It wasn’t even close. But from the way Raichi sat a little closer after that, from the way he picked at the grass nervously while sneaking glances at you — it was clear:

He was grateful. So, so much more grateful than he could ever put into words.

And when he got up to head back to practice, he ruffled your hair — quick, rough, affectionate — before stomping off, barking at his teammates like usual. But his voice had a little more warmth to it now. And every now and then, he’d shoot a cocky, almost-boyish grin back at you from across the field.

Hiori Yo

The sun barely peeked through the heavy gray clouds overhead. It felt like the whole world was weighed down, sluggish and quiet — matching the mood inside Hiori Yo’s chest.

Practice today was grueling, but it wasn’t just the drills that exhausted him. It was the constant gnawing voice in the back of his mind, whispering that he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t moving fast enough, wasn’t shining the way he should. He hated that voice. He hated that it still had power over him sometimes.

As he trudged off the field toward the benches, his head low, he saw a small figure waiting for him. You. Standing there, shifting your weight nervously from foot to foot, holding a lunch bag decorated with little blue stars — the color you knew he liked.

At first, Hiori thought he was hallucinating out of exhaustion. But when you lifted the bag shyly and waved at him, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"You... came here for me?" he asked quietly, disbelief plain in his voice.

You nodded, smiling a little, though your hands trembled just enough for him to notice. "I thought… maybe you could use a break. A good one."

For a long moment, Hiori just stared, his usually guarded expression slipping away. And then — like a dam breaking — the softest smile curled onto his lips. A real one. The kind that was rare, precious, like sunlight after a long rain.

He walked over, taking the bag almost reverently from your hands.

Sitting beside you on the bench, he opened it carefully — and when he saw the neat little arrangement inside, his throat tightened. You had packed everything he loved without being over-the-top: a homemade sandwich with fresh, crisp veggies and chicken, his favorite kind of potato salad, and even a tiny matcha-flavored sweet tucked in the corner.

You even remembered to include a tiny packet of hand wipes — because you knew how meticulous he was about not feeling "sticky" when he ate.

"You…" he started, then stopped. His voice cracked embarrassingly.

Instead, he set the lunch down, leaned toward you, and pressed his forehead gently against your shoulder.

"Thank you," he whispered, so soft you almost missed it under the breeze.

He ate slowly, savoring every bite, and he kept glancing at you — like he couldn’t believe you were real, sitting there next to him, just for him. When he finished, he carefully tucked everything back into the bag, his movements almost tender.

Then, without warning, he turned to you fully, his ocean-blue eyes clear and steady.

"When I’m on the field today," he said, voice steady, "I’ll remember this feeling. I’ll remember that someone believes in me."

And he said it like a promise — not just to you, but to himself.

Before heading back to practice, he surprised you by reaching out and taking your hand — fingers sliding between yours, gentle but sure — and giving it a small, grateful squeeze.

Nanase Nijiro

The energy on the field was electric today — shouts, laughter, the slap of cleats against the turf. Nanase Nijiro was everywhere, darting around like a bright bolt of energy, even as sweat soaked through his practice jersey.

Still, there was a tiredness under his smile. The kind you only saw if you knew him well — the kind where he pushed himself harder than he should, afraid of falling behind.

As the whistle blew for a break, he wiped his forehead with his sleeve, heart hammering in his chest. He was about to make a beeline for his water bottle when he saw you standing just beyond the field.

The moment his eyes landed on you, his whole face lit up.

"(Y/N)!!" he shouted, waving both arms above his head like an overexcited kid. He sprinted toward you, practically skidding to a stop in front of you, his grin so wide it almost hurt to look at.

"What’re you doing here?!" he beamed. Then he noticed the lunch bag in your hands.

His eyes widened comically. "Wait. Is that... is that for me??"

You laughed, handing it to him. "Yeah. Thought you might be hungry."

"Hungry?? I'm starving!" he groaned dramatically, clutching the bag to his chest like it was a lifeline.

Without any hesitation — like it was the most natural thing in the world — he plopped down cross-legged right there on the grass, pulling you down beside him with a happy tug on your wrist.

He opened the bag with the kind of reverence most people reserved for opening presents on Christmas morning. Inside was a bento box you had carefully arranged: fluffy rice topped with sesame seeds, grilled fish, sautéed vegetables, and a few carefully cut fruit slices in the shape of little hearts. You had even tucked in a tiny note that said, "For my favorite striker!" with a doodle of a tiny soccer ball.

Nanase stared at it for a second, then looked up at you, his green eyes wide and glassy.

"You made this? Like, actually??" he said, voice cracking slightly.

When you nodded, he clutched the bento to his chest again dramatically. "This is... the greatest day of my life," he announced solemnly, making you burst into laughter.

He dug in with the enthusiasm of someone who hadn't eaten in days — humming happily at every bite, practically bouncing in place. Every now and then he would pause, shove a piece of fruit toward your mouth, insisting you eat too.

"This is insane," he said between bites. "You're insane. You're amazing. I'm gonna score a hat trick today, I swear on this lunch."

After he finished (and licked the lid of the bento clean, because Nanase was nothing if not shameless when it came to food you made), he turned to you, practically vibrating with energy.

"Stay and watch, okay?" he pleaded, cheeks flushing. "I’m gonna play my heart out. For you."

He looked so earnest, so absolutely bright, you couldn't help but promise you would.

And when he ran back onto the field, he turned around once — just once — to shoot you a grin so dazzling it could’ve powered the floodlights on its own.

[electronicwitchcollection]

~*How they kiss*~

edited: I added Byakuya 🩵

Shinji

Shinji kisses you dirtily. Not one for chaste brushing of lips or quick, soft presses of your mouths, no, Shinj wants devour every single crevace of your mouth. His tongue will drag across your own, twirling and manipulating your tongue in ways you never knew it could bend. He'd memorise the very shape and placement of your teeth, extract your taste from your mouth until it over powers his own. He pushes into the kiss, invading your space and pushing you off balance, keeping you pinned flush againt his body until hes the only thing you can feel. His hands would wonder and explore, grabbing, pinching, squeezing anything he can get hold of, just to taste your sweet moans. It would be hot and heavy, a far cry from what would be considered acceptable PDA. He would be vocal, groaning and grunting into your mouth, hips rolling into you to let you feel just how much he wants you.

Gin

The way Gin kisses can only be described as torturous. Gin would keep you waiting, until you were needy and desperate and then he would make you wait some more. He'd ghost his lips over yours, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, tingling with the the taunt of what could be. He'd lean in, keeping you on the edge before averting to your ear, a sly grin on his lips when he hears your breath catch in your throat at the denial. You can hear the amusement in his tone, so intertwined with the almost cruel satisfaction as he whispers in your ear..  "I don' think ya desperate enough yet..". When he finally, after begging, pleading, bribing, kisses you, it would just be the next step of sweet torture. He would kiss you excruciating slow, bearly there pressure moulding your lips together. He would move away if you tried to take any control, making your start his torturous dance all over again. He would slide his tongue into your mouth only a fraction, giving you only a sliver of what you crave, building up slowly. He'd give you only a moment of everything this has been building up to before pulling away, leaving you desperately wanting more.

Shunsui

Consumingly. Shunsui kisses like he does everything else. Languid, lazy, unhurried and savoured. He takes the time to throughly enjoy and experience every facet of kissing you. While the kiss isnt outwardly passionate or ravenous.. you cant help but feel completely consumed by him and his ownership of the kiss. Shunsui's fingers trail softly over your curves, lovingly memorising every flawless imperfection on your body. He tilts your head up to meet him with a gentle yet confident finger under your chin, thumb brushing tantilisingly slow over your bottom lip. When he leans down and captures your lips with his own, your sences are consumed by him. The softness of his lips contrasting against the slight scratch of his beard. The floral smell that clings to his clothes, almost transporting you to a field of wild flowers on a summers day. The heat of his body slowly sinking into your own, relaxing you fully into his embrace. His sake infused breath would mingle with your own as he parts your lips, slowly caressing your tongue with his. Shunsui plays with varying pressures, tilting your head this way and that to ensure he consumes every ounce of pleasure from you. He exubes a lazy confidence, knowing exactly how to make you melt and surrender to him completely

Urahara

Urahara kisses you teasingly. He'd kiss his way up your neck, grinning into your skin as he feels your pulse quicken. Changing up between firm presses and barely there brushes, nipping and grazing his lip against you. He would look down at you with mischief in his eyes, teasingly getting closer to your lips, before turning your head and tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. He'd chuckle darkly at your impatient huff.. "you're cute when you pout.."  he'd husk in your ear, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you flush against him. His other hand would cup your jaw, tilting your head up to take in your frustrated look. Leaning in again, he'd flick the tip of his tongue over your lip, grinning cockily as he pulls away... "Beg for it.." . When you break, whining and fisting his top in your hands, "Kisuke...please..."  .. he'd lower his head back to your lips, moving back slightly to make you groan, smirking before whispering "good girl.."  When Kisuke finaly kisses you, its perfectly constructed to drive you wild. Pressing his lips against yours, hand squeezing your ass, he'd run his tongue over your bottom lip, playfully backing away when you part them. The corners of his mouth would turn up in a smirk, letting you chase him before surging forward and claiming your mouth. He'd groan when your tongues meet, greedily tasting you, working himself just as much as you with his teasing.

Grimmjow

Grimmjow kisses you hungrily.. possessively. You are his and he will take what he wants from you. Grimmjow doesn't waste time with teasing or playful kisses. Dosen't do soft caresses or lingering touches. Grimmjow is hungry for you and he is going to devour you. He'd grip you, fingers pawing at your hips or ass as he held you prisoner in his grasp, leaving you no chance of escaping until he was fully sated and satisfied. Grimmjow would wrap his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to prove his ownership, keeping you exactly where he wants you as he slams his lips into yours. Sharp teeth would nip at your lip, demanding entrance, tongue forcing its way through if you took too long for his liking. Grimmjow would growl into the kiss, tongue battling with yours, forcing your submission. He would greedily lap up your taste,  tongue rolling over your own again and again, parting only when his chest burned for oxygen. When he finally breaks the kiss, you're both left panting. He keeps you close, your hot breath mixing together, eyes taking in your lips, plump and swollen, parted with drsperate breaths.. looking so wrecked from just his kiss.. he'd growl "mine"

Ukitake

Ukitake would kiss you tenderly. Soft touches and gentle caresses is the only way this man would touch you. You are precious to him, the love of his life and he couldn't imagine touching you with anything other than delicate, tender touches. He would cup your cheek, sming down at you with adoration as he places a loving kiss on your forehead. He would let his lips linger, savouring the sweet genture. His eyes closing to fully take in the way his lips press into your forhead, breathing in the warm scent of your shampoo. Pulling back he would rub gos thumb gently over your cheek, so soft and smooth. Intertwining his othe hand with yours, Jushiro would bring them up to his lips, curved in a soft smile. He'd plant gentle kisses to each of your fingers, eyes locked onto yours for every one. Taking a step closer, he would angle your face up to his, eyes slowly taking in every feature of your face. He would tilt his head, pressing his lips to yours. Lingering together, holding onto the connection for as long as he could. Jushiro would press his forhead into yours, embracing the quiet, intimate moment. 

Kensei

Kensei would kiss you completely. Kensei is very much a 'if it's worth doing, it's worth doing right' kind of man and kissing you is no different. When he kisses you, he kisses you thoroughly. There will not be a single doubt in your mind that he has kissed you as good as he could've. Kensei would run his fingers through your hair, fisting it just above the nape of your neck and manipulate you to the perfect angle. Hand covering your hip, he would hold onto you protectivly, pressing his lips firmly against yours. He would kiss your top lip softly before kissing your bottom lip harder. Tugging your hair slightly in a silent command to open your mouth, Kensei would tilt his head to fit against you seamlessly. He would start out slowly, savouring the feel and taste of your tongue swirling around his own. With a grunt Kensei would pull you closer, deepening the kiss, leaving no part of your mouth without his attention. He would loosen his hold on your hair, gently cupping the back of your neck as he slows down the kiss. Leaving you feeling fully and completely kissed. 

Byakuya 

Byakuya kisses you like it’s the last time. Byakuya knows the pain of loosing the one you love, the heartache of knowing what that last kiss feels like. When he kisses you, he kisses you with everything. He would cup your cheek gently, tilting your head up just right to be able to look deep in your eyes. He would brush your hair behind your ear and  lower his lips to yours, pouring all his love and affection into the soft kiss. Not leaving you any doubt just how much this man adores you. Byakuya would pull you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist as he deepens the kiss. Gently coaxing your lips apart and sensually brushing his tongue against yours. Committing to memory your taste, the feel of you, your scent. When you part he’d keep you close, breaths mingling between you as you steady your breathing, before resting his forehead against yours. 

[kenpachissluut]

men who are kissing you so desperately & needy till you are totally breathless, while they fuck you like their whole life existence depends on it. manhandling your swollen pussy roughly against the wall, beefy strong hands holding you up against the fat of your ass. a hand firmly grabs your chin, their tongue delving deep into your wet mouth, your saliva‘s mingling together while your pussy get‘s abused & destroyed by their mean deep thrusts. slowly their spit drools on purpose into your mouth, their heavy balls slapping against your wet skin. you can feel your release overcoming your trembling form, your cum gushing all over his cock and muscular abs. soon after they growl deep & rough into your mouth, their cream shooting inside your womb painting your insides in a innocent white color. you were left with nothing but a heavenly fuck & their cum leaking out of your puffy swollen hole, like always.

𐚁 Kenpachi Zaraki, Shunsui Kyoraku, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Shinji Hirako, Aizen Sosuke, Kisuke Urahara, Ichigo Kurosaki, Renji Abarai, Jugram Haschwalth, Ryuken Ishida, Gin Ichimaru, Toji Fushiguro, Naoya Zenin, Shiu Kong, Sukuna Ryomen, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Kusakabe Atsuya 𐚁

Kenpachissluut 𐚁

[frankenjoly]

i'm pretty sure one day gin replied "and what if i do" and then they made out

[itoshiierae]

Hii i LOVE ur writing sm ugh!!!! i also have a req so pls hmo.. (I thhink this would look good in headcanon format) so ur describing ur type to them(u both have crushes on each other) and its the exact opposite of them, but in the end u tell them u were just joking and that they are ur type

I rlly wanna see this with Bachira, Barou, Gagamaru, Chigiri and maybe pre wc Kunigami<33

˚₊۶ৎ˙⋆ not your type (except… maybe he is) 𓂃⋆.˚

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 ft: bachira meguru, barou shoei, gagamaru gin, chigiri hyoma & (pre-wc)kunigami rensuke

ᡣ𐭩 notes: hii there and aww thank you!!! 🥹🩷 anyway, this was sooo much fun to write omg. i loved the chaos of making them spiral a little before giving them the relief they deserve HAHAH <33 btw i tried doing this in headcanon format like you requested!!! c:

ᡣ𐭩 cw: mutual pining, light angst ( but fluffy ending! ), light teasing, barou might seem ‘harsh’, mentions of body type and appearance preferences, eventual fluff

♡ BACHIRA MEGURU ♡

𖦹 you say it without thinking, “i like quiet, serious guys. y’know, mysterious types who barely smile.”

𖦹 and he just… freezes. like straight up stops swinging his legs, leans back slowly, blinks at you like you just insulted his entire bloodline.

𖦹 “so like… not me?” his voice goes all awkward and small, like he’s trying so hard to sound chill but he’s already spiraling inside.

𖦹 he starts sulking. draws a sad little monster on the table with his finger — doesn’t say anything. doesn’t make eye contact. just wilts in real time like you personally broke his spirit. won’t even look up when you call his name — just keeps doodling his tragic little guy, like he’s going through a breakup you didn’t know you were part of.

𖦹 so obviouslyyy, you push him a little further by saying: “no offense, but you literally talk to your shoes when you’re bored.”

𖦹 after hearing that, he looks genuinely offended. like his jaw slightly dropped, blinking at you as if you just told him his dog ran away and then he turns back to his little monster drawing & makes it even sadder.

𖦹 you let the tension simmer for just a second more, then finally crack a smile, laughter curling at the edges of your voice. “i’m just messing with you... you’re totally my type.”

𖦹 he pauses — stunned — like he seriously didn’t expect you to say that out loud. the sad monster he’d drawn???? now suddenly has hearts for its eyes. “you little liar,” he whispers, fighting a smile. “say it again.”

𖦹 and when you do??? he throws himself at you in a hug and won’t let go for like another 3 hours.

♡ BAROU SHOEI ♡

𖦹 it starts with a joke you didn’t mean to land: “… y’know i like laid-back guys who are chill & someone who doesn’t care too much about appearances.”

𖦹 he deadass stops mid-sip of his overpriced protein shake and just blinks at you like you spoke a forbidden language.

𖦹 his eye twitches like you’ve just personally disrespected his gym splits, his skincare, and the 17-step hair routine he claims he doesn’t have. “…what the hell did you just say?”

𖦹 “wait so… you seriously want a guy who doesn’t groom himself!!?” he mutters, practically spiraling, listing off how those kinds of men probably don’t floss, don’t moisturize, and — with full offense — are just plain disgusting. “low standards,” he scoffs, as if you were the one who needed to reevaluate your life.

𖦹 he’s seething on the outside, sulking on the inside — muttering that ‘you just don’t know what’s good for you.’

𖦹 so after dragging it out justtt enough, you laugh and reassure him, “i’m joking. i actually like guys who take care of themselves…. that means you’re exactly my type, barou...”

𖦹 he immediately scoffs. clicks his tongue and then glares at you before saying, “tch... you better not say stupid shit like that again.”

𖦹 but he’s blushing all the way down to his collarbone. half-hiding behind his protein shake like it could shield his pride. you could tell that his entire mental system just crashed, and you know he’s probably gonna replay this moment mid-set at the gym later, scowling while angrily curling dumbbells.

♡ GAGAMARU GIN ♡

𖦹 “i like pretty boys... yknow, those that are skinny, delicate, almost as if the wind could carry them away….” it slips out mid-convo, lighthearted and harmless

𖦹 or so you think. you don’t mean it seriously. it’s just a throwaway preference, a passing comment you figured he wouldn’t take personally

𖦹 but gagamaru pauses mid-sip of his drink and then glances down at his six-foot-something wall of a body, the kind that could body slam a tree and he’d probably win.

𖦹 then he looks at his hands — big, calloused, rough — almost as if they’ve betrayed him. you watch in real time as his soul briefly leaves his body.

𖦹 and worst of all? he’s not even sulking. he’s just… solemn. he stares straight into the void and mutters under his breath, “guess i’ll go learn ballet or something…”

𖦹 you panic because no way??? he’s not even joking. the man is spiraling, full gentle-giant overthinking mode unlocked, and you’re scrambling to stop him before he ACTUALLY signs up for a modern dance elective.

𖦹 you laugh, reach for his hand, and lean in just enough to murmur,“…gagamaru, no. i was only teasing… you’re exactly my type.”

𖦹 he immediately freezes like someone just pressed pause on him. and then, slowly, the softest smile unfurls across his face. it’s not his usual blank-faced calm — this one’s hopeful, warm, basically the kind that makes you want to melt into his hoodie and never leave.

𖦹 his voice cracks faintly. “you’re serious?” like he’s trying to hold back the smile tugging at his lips, just in case it’s a joke.

𖦹 afterwards he lets out a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding, then starts grinning — all goofy charm and too-big emotions crammed into one oversized frame. “okay. good. ’cause i was about to buy eyeliner.”

♡ CHIGIRI HYOMA ♡

𖦹 “i’m into super tall, muscular guys. yknow like those bodybuilder types….” you say it without thinking — casual, teasing, maybe even just to see his reaction. but the moment those words leave your mouth??? oh, you’ve just triggered something in him.

𖦹 chigiri immediately stopped whatever he was doing initially. his expression doesn’t even change at first — he just freezes. and then: “…so you’re saying… you want a guy who can squat me?”

𖦹 his voice came out flat. unimpressed. offended on behalf of every race he’s ever run. “yeah, basically,” you say, just to be annoying.

𖦹 he side-eyes his own legs like they’ve failed him. and the fact that they’ve carried him through national matches & broken records — but apparently, they’re not ‘squat-my-girl’ worthy. “i could sprint you into the next century,” he mutters under his breath, “but okay.”

𖦹 he starts tying and untying his ponytail, trying to look all unbothered — but you can clearly see the crack in his cool facade. the silent fluster. the subtle pout. the internal monologue of ‘so what if i’m not six-foot-five? i have definition. i have stamina. i have quads built by god.’

𖦹 “… you really like those types, huh?” he asks it too casually — like a test. almost as if he wants to see if you’ll actually say it again.

𖦹 satisfied with his reaction, that’s when you finally lean in and say: “not really... i actually like pretty, fast guys with killer legs… so you’re literally my type, hyoma.”

𖦹 he malfunctions on the spot. tries to play it cool, but fails miserably. then he mumbles something like, “…tch. whatever.” but his ears??? red. his neck??? flushed. his hands??? suddenly became too fidgety… and the second you’re not looking? he’s smiling to himself like an idiot the entire day.

𖦹 later that night, he sends you a post-workout mirror selfie. shirt half-damp, towel slung over his shoulder, muscles flexing just right with the caption that reads “still not tall enough?”

𖦹 and you???? you almost combust on the spot.

♡ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE ♡

𖦹 “…honestly, i like bad boys. cocky, unhinged, the kind that makes your friends worry.” you say it with a grin — playful, but laced with just enough bite to make him pause. and kunigami???? oh, he takes it personally.

𖦹 “so someone like… barou?” he doesn’t even say it sarcastically. it’s genuine confusion like he’s already doing mental gymnastics trying to understand how you ended up liking the complete opposite of everything he is. and then it begins — the spiral.

𖦹 he starts listing his own good qualities like you’re about to file a complaint: “i cook. i clean. i floss. i don’t fight strangers unless i’m legally allowed to. i hold doors open for people—”

𖦹 and then his voice just trails off and he immediately goes quiet like something in him just deflated a little.

𖦹 “…guess i’m not your type, then.” he says it so softly it actually hurts a little.

𖦹 until you lean in and say with a small, almost mischievous smile, “nah… i was just messing with you.” and then — without even letting him recover — you drop the real one: “i actually like guys with strong morals. and a killer body. and guess what???? that’s literally you.”

𖦹 you could’ve SWEAR that the sunlight got brighter after that. he blinks at you — once, twice, mouth slightly parted like he genuinely didn’t expect that coming from you.

𖦹 “…wait. wait you’re serious?”

𖦹 you nod, and that’s when he turns red. not just a light blush — but full on red, ears and neck included. he immediately looks away, trying to hide it by adjusting his hoodie like it’s a shield.

𖦹 “…thanks.” he mumbles. “that means a lot.” and for the rest of the day, his smile got a little brighter. and he also flexes his biceps a bit more than usual during workouts. just in case you’re still watching (which you are.)

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[katsuma6]

Their reaction to you giving a creep their number instead of yours.

Incl: Grimmjow, Ichigo, Renji, Toshiro, Aizen, Gin, Byakuya, Kisuke, Shinji.

Warnings: crack, fluff

[perspextivexx]

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

Gin again !! :D

This has been a tough one.

Gin’s afraid of being alone. He had Ran as part of his childhood, ended up working with Aizen, but I think all of this time with people around him, even if he’s deceiving all of them, has made him afraid to go back to being alone like he was as a child.

Other people make the intrusive thoughts go away.

[kxsagi]

Can you please make a hc of blue lock 11 with a reader who is an exchange student and their family is basically a host for the 3 years of readers school? Omg I wonder how'd they'll deal with that🫣🫣

“𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨”

a/n: some might be out of character/not canon and i apologize 😓

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, otoya eita, yukimiya kenyu, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, niko ikki, gagamaru gin, mikage reo, hiori yo, barou shoei

isagi yoichi

the moment you arrive, isagi’s mom greets you like you’re her long-lost child. full-on apron, cookies, and “sweetheart, are you hungry?” 

isagi tries to play it cool but nearly knocks over a vase when you smile and say his name with your accent. 

you quickly become the golden child of the household. his parents adore you. they’re always like “why can’t you be more like her?” 

he’s so stressed. 

you help him study for school and he helps you with japanese, except half the time you catch him staring at your mouth when you pronounce things wrong. 

one night you’re wearing pajama shorts and brushing your teeth, and he walks past the bathroom, sees your legs, and promptly runs into the wall. 

tries to hide his feelings until his mom says, “you know, you’d make a cute couple,” and he short-circuits on the spot. 

his little cousin saw you two giggling and drew a picture labeled “isagi’s wife.” he’s still recovering. 

itoshi rin

rin’s family? normal. rin? not emotionally equipped for this. 

when you show up, he avoids eye contact and just mutters “room’s down the hall.” 

his older brother sae walks by, raises a brow, and just goes “... good luck.” 

rin has a system. a routine. a silent household. then you walk in with your foreign snacks and your cheery little “good morning!” and it’s all downhill. 

you catch him watching you dance around while making eggs. he denies it to this day. 

he keeps buying your favorite snacks “just because they were on sale,” but they never are. 

his mom loves you. invites you to help cook. rin accidentally says “thank you” to you instead of her and chokes on his rice. 

one day you fall asleep on the couch with your head on his shoulder. he doesn’t move for three hours. not even to use the bathroom. 

nagi seishiro

you move in and within the first hour he’s like “can i nap in your room?” 

his mom is an absolute saint. she keeps asking if you’re comfortable and if nagi is being too lazy (he is). 

nagi gets attached too fast. follows you around the house like a sleepy cat. 

you teach him slang from your country and he starts using it in the most inappropriate situations. 

like “yo that’s fire” about a math test. 

he accidentally sees you in a face mask one night and thinks you’re a ghost. goes into cardiac arrest. wakes up his mom. 

he gets a little jealous when you get friendly with some neighborhood boys and mumbles “don’t like that” under his breath. 

tries to impress you by scoring goals at the park. ends up tripping on the ball and says it’s your fault for watching him. 

otoya eita

the moment you show up, he leans on the doorframe with a smirk and says, “i didn’t know foreign girls were this cute.” 

his mom adores you. his sister adores you. his grandma’s ready to knit you a sweater. 

otoya? in hell. 

flirts with you constantly, but you’re unfazed, and it drives him nuts. 

you steal his hair ties and his hoodie once, and he lays face down on the floor for ten minutes. 

makes you breakfast once, shirtless, like it’s a romcom. burns the toast. still acts like it was seductive. 

one day you walk in wearing his oversized hoodie and he just deadass says “i’m gonna marry you.” 

accidentally says “babe” instead of your name. pretends it was a joke. it was not. 

yukimiya kenyu

this man’s family has taste. they have scented candles. fancy dinner. classical music at breakfast. 

yukimiya greets you like a prince: “welcome to our home. i hope you’ll be comfortable.” 

you trip on the rug and he catches you bridal-style. moment one. 

his mom invites you to spa nights. his dad debates art with you. he teaches you skincare routines with extreme intensity. 

once you walked into the kitchen in an old t-shirt and his jaw dropped like you were on a runway. 

you catch him posing in the mirror and he’s like “it’s for my mental clarity.” 

gets flustered when you compliment him. “you look good today.” visible lag in system. 

literally gets pouty when you don't notice his new cologne. he 100% wears it for you. 

karasu tabito

his mom welcomes you with open arms and a giant plate of food. 

his dad is chill. and karasu? chaotic big brother mode activated. 

teases you constantly: your accent, your height, your choice in cereal – nothing is safe. 

but threatens to fight a guy in your class when he hears someone called you “foreign girl” like it’s an insult. 

his mom starts calling you her “bonus daughter.” karasu tells everyone you're the "family's favorite now." 

has a secret soft spot for when you say his name gently. tries not to show it. 

once you fell asleep on his shoulder and he pretended to be annoyed but didn’t move for two hours. 

brags to everyone at school that you live with him. “yeah, she’s kinda obsessed with me.” he gets kicked for that. 

bachira meguru

bachira’s house is a vibe. weird posters, odd trinkets, and like, randomly hanging up abstract art that only he can explain. 

he greets you with a high-energy “LET'S GO! YOU’RE HERE! LET’S PARTY!” and immediately drags you to play soccer in the yard. 

his mom’s just as chill as he is. she hands you a plate of food like she’s been waiting for you to get hungry. 

bachira’s motto: “let’s make the weirdest memories!” 

at 2 AM, he convinces you to help him paint his nails. it’s a disaster. 

you catch him mimicking your accent to “improve his language skills,” and it’s honestly more terrifying than cute. 

he constantly sneaks in unnecessary touches. he’s like “nah, i was just trying to help you out” when he’s accidentally on your lap. 

tries to cook for you once. it’s a mess. he hands you a bowl of noodles he made, and the noodles are like… stuck together. “it’s art, okay?” 

one day you fall asleep on the couch with your head on his shoulder, and he lowkey takes a picture to show off to his friends. 

chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s family is super chill. dad’s got a fancy job, mom’s super organized, and his older sister follows you around, asking way too many questions. 

you’re immediately like “wow, this is classy” but then chigiri starts making weird noises to entertain his sister, and you’re like, okay, this is not what i expected. 

chigiri gets flustered every time you compliment him. “stop, i can’t concentrate,” he says as you casually mention he’s good at soccer. 

one time you’re just chilling in the living room, and he walks by in a t-shirt and sweatpants and he’s suddenly the most attractive person you’ve ever seen. 

he denies he’s into you, but when you’re both playing video games together, he gets a little too competitive and ends up sitting way too close to you on the couch. 

he lets you borrow his hoodie. you almost faint because it smells like him. tragic. 

at a family dinner, he tries to be the perfect son but you catch him sneaking a french fry from your plate. “hey, don’t judge me, i’m hungry.” 

lowkey panics when his mom calls you “her new daughter.” he’s like, “no no, she’s just staying for three years. not like that…” 

niko ikki

niko’s house is quiet. like… eerily quiet. the kind of quiet where you feel bad walking too loudly on the hardwood floors. 

his parents are polite but very hands-off. they give you space, and niko follows suit, but not out of rudeness. that’s just how he is. 

when you arrive, niko gives you a curt nod and simply says, “welcome.” that’s it. no wild greetings, no over-the-top gestures. and honestly? it’s kind of comforting. 

the guest room is perfectly tidy. stocked with extra pillows, a reading lamp, and a little sticky note on the desk that just says: “make yourself comfortable. – niko.” 

niko doesn’t hover, but you’ll catch him glancing over his manga when you walk into the room, like he’s curious but too shy to say anything. 

sometimes you’ll sit next to him while he plays handheld games and he won’t say a word, but he won’t leave either. 

the first time you compliment his gameplay or mention you like anime too, he literally stiffens. straightens back. pauses game. “… really?” 

he starts recommending titles to you through sticky notes, or leaving them conveniently open on the coffee table. 

eventually, he starts talking more, quietly, but warmly. about small things, like how to use the rice cooker, or what time the house gets loud because the neighbors vacuum daily. 

one night, you wake up to find him in the living room watching anime with headphones. he sees you and takes them off. “you can join me, if you want.” 

his affection isn’t loud, but he’ll wait for you after school, cook extra rice, and walk on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic. he doesn’t say why. he just does. 

and his parents? after three months, they start treating you like you’re part of the family – quiet dinners, warm nods, and the occasional “we’re glad you’re here.” 

gagamaru gin

gagamaru’s family is straight-up chaotic. it’s loud, even though his parents are extremely chill, and the house is filled with weird art projects and half-finished DIY projects. 

you immediately hit it off with his mom, who teaches you all the “good gossip” about gagamaru’s childhood. 

gagamaru acts tough, but once you get to know him, he’s a big teddy bear. he tries to act like a “cool older brother,” but ends up giving you some really questionable advice. 

once you hear a weird noise at night and go investigate. you find gagamaru trying to “reorganize” the kitchen… at 2 AM. 

he insists on helping you with everything, but his idea of “help” is just him eating your food and giving you compliments. 

random gagamaru fact: he 100% still wears his childhood pajamas when he’s at home. 

you once get into a heated argument about whose snack is better, and he’s so passionate about it that he throws a bag of chips at the wall. 

his family starts asking you if you’re sure you don’t want to marry him. “he’s a good catch.” gagamaru chokes on his drink. 

honestly? probably the most fun house to live in because nothing is ever boring. 

mikage reo

reo’s family is fancy, and by fancy, i mean the type of fancy where everything looks perfectly polished, the plates are fine china, and everything is “just so.” 

his parents immediately recognize you as a special guest. they treat you like royalty, which is both flattering and terrifying. 

reo is a softy for you, even though he tries to play it off. “i’m just being polite,” he’ll say, but he’s literally making your favorite drink every morning. 

you walk into his room once, and it’s like… the room of a true rich kid – velvet sheets, a bookshelf full of books on money, and his perfectly organized clothes. 

reo’s mom gives you a quick rundown of their house rules, and one of them is that “reo never finishes his dinner.” reo gets very flustered when you finish his portion. 

he buys you a cute necklace and tries to play it off like it’s nothing. you thank him and now his entire family is like “oh, they’re totally dating now.” 

tries to style your hair once and it ends in an absolute disaster. both of you end up laughing, and his parents are watching the whole thing. 

hiori yo

you could tell the moment you entered hiori’s home: it was beautiful, polished… and a little too perfect. 

his parents greet you with smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes. “we expect greatness from those who live under this roof,” his father says. 

hiori’s standing behind them, quiet. unreadable. he nods at you gently, then helps you carry your bags inside. 

your room is pristine. everything feels like it belongs in a catalog. hiori knocks on your door before you can even unpack. “if you need anything… just let me know.” 

you slowly learn that hiori’s the kind of person who notices everything: you like warm tea in the morning? he’ll make some before you’re up. you study better with music? he shares his playlist. 

his parents are polite, but distant. hiori rarely speaks to them at meals, and when he does, it’s measured. practiced. but with you? he’s quieter, but real. 

you catch him reading on the balcony after practice, hair still wet, eyes far away. “you ever feel like your life’s not really yours?” he asks one evening. 

when you’re cooking together (because he’s really good at it, to your surprise), he opens up a little more. “i used to think being the best was all i had to offer,” he says, “but lately… i think there’s more.” 

he teaches you things without making you feel dumb. soccer, math, even how to tie a scarf properly. he’s got this wise, old-soul energy that makes you feel calm around him. 

over time, he starts laughing more. soft, rare laughs that make your heart flip. and he starts walking into your room without knocking, only when he’s sure you’re alone, though. 

his parents start commenting on how much happier he seems. his mother pulls you aside once and says, “thank you for being here. it’s… different now.” 

and hiori? he thanks you in his own way, through gestures, little notes left on your notebook, the way he waits up when you’re late, and the way he listens. really listens. 

“you make this house feel like a home,” he says one night. then looks away, ears pink. “... just thought you should know.” 

barou shoei

barou’s family is no-nonsense, and he’s the golden child, which means you are immediately in the spotlight. 

his mom does not play when it comes to manners. “you better treat her well, sho.” barou literally turns into a different person when his mom’s around. 

you catch him randomly flexing in the mirror and get awkwardly complimented about his “perfect physique.” 

one time, you definitely tease him about being a king, and he just glares, but then in a lowkey way starts acting like he’s your personal bodyguard. 

you think barou is cocky, but the second you show up wearing his team jersey (just to try it on), his entire mood changes. 

barou’s mom loves you. barou? not so much when she starts asking you about your future together. 

every time barou tries to “show off” in front of you, he ends up doing something embarrassing, like tripping over his own feet. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[sevarchive]

bllk headcanons! #5

blue lock! what games they played as a kid headcanons

starring: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, shidou ryusei, otoya eita, karasu tabito and gagamaru gin

ISAGI YOICHI – clash of clans & subway surfers

took clan wars too seriously.

strategized base layouts like it was real war.

subway surfers high score still undefeated in his family ipad.

BACHIRA MEGURU – my singing monsters & toca boca world

his monster island was chaos and he loved it. every corner screamed noise.

thought the singing monsters were his friends.

spent hours making weird scenarios in toca boca, and always played every games at 100% volume.

CHIGIRI HYOMA – temple run & girlsgogames.com

fast fingers. speedran and beat every temple run map like it was basic cardio.

secretly obsessed with makeover and dress-up games on girlsgogames, especially the ones with runway scoring.

took 20 minutes to pick the right eyeshadow.

BAROU SHOEI – piano tiles & fruit ninja

treated piano tiles like a bloodsport. had war flashbacks if he tapped too early.

fruit ninja? oh, he was the ninja.

broke a screen because “THE BANANA SLIPPED.”

NAGI SEISHIRO – crossy road & idle clicker games

played with one finger, half-asleep, while lying upside down. still scored higher than anyone.

thought idle games were peak entertainment because “i don’t have to do anything.”

once hit a record-breaking score in crossy road, blinked once, and said, “...that was boring.”

REO MIKAGE – kim kardashian: hollywood & the sims

maxed out fame in a week. bought every outfit.

owned every sims expansion pack, even the useless ones. built modern glass mansions in newcrest with in-home theaters and rooftop saunas.

had a “peasant family” living in a 2x2 shack down the road just to “simulate economic realism.”

RIN ITOSHI – plague inc. & geometry dash

intentionally made a virus named “emotions.”

cleared demon levels in geometry dash without blinking.

would scream internally if he missed a jump but calmly restart like a true menace.

SAE ITOSHI – duolingo & chess.com

was that terrifying 10-year-old who challenged adults on chess apps and won.

had a duolingo streak longer than most relationships.

unironically said, “flappy bird is for people without ambition.”

SHIDOU RYUSEI – kick the buddy & gta on mobile

downloaded violence.

named the buddy after teachers he hated.

found every glitch possible and laughed like a maniac.

OTOYA EITA – flappy bird & tinder (illegally downloaded)

raged at flappy bird but would not stop playing.

had tinder in middle school by lying about his age. his bio said: “athlete. heartbreaker. allergic to u 😘.”

said “age is just a number” once and got his phone taken away for two weeks.

KARASU TABITO – bitlife & episode: choose your story

lived wild lives on bitlife. bragged about being a brain surgeon and a stripper in the same run.

played “bad boy billionaire” stories and laughed too hard.

tried to get all his friends to download it too.

GAGAMARU GIN – minecraft pocket edition

spent hours building dirt houses and lava traps.

had a whole zoo of wolves and cried when one died.

never touched a mod. said "the vanilla experience is spiritual."

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[inamagicalhallucination]

does akutagawa know that gin and atsushi know each other or

well ig they don't really know know each other but ya know

anyway i had a thing floating in my head of akutagawa thinking atsushi liked gin and it went kinda like

atsushi: okay, i just- i have to say this, okay? just- please just listen and after that you can hate me or never see me again thats fine. i just need you to hear me out. i-

akutagawa: i already know.

atsushi: you- you do?

akutagawa: you have a crush on my sister

atsushi:

atsushi: excuse me?

akutagawa: my sister is too good for you. you should stop your foolish feelings now.

atsushi:

atsushi: wait- wait you've got it all wrong!! i don't like gin like that!

akutagawa:

akutagawa: you think you are too good for my sister? that you are out of her league?? you are truly the stupidest man-

atsushi: WHAT? THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID! GIN'S GREAT

akutagawa: so you do like her.

atsushi: NO !! I DON'T LIKE HER LIKE THAT!

akutagawa: then what is it that you needed to tell me ?? if you claim to not be in love with my sister

atsushi: I'M IN LOVE WITH HER BROTHER

akutagawa:

akutagawa: oh

akutagawa: my bad. I misunderstood things.

atsushi:

akutagawa: well, i shall see you at our next mission.

atsushi:

akutagawa, a week later, suddenly jolting up: wait i am gin's brother

[neeeooon]

Hello~♡

Could I please request a soft, fluffy scenario where y/n and the Blue Lock boys are cuddling and he falls asleep on her?

I'm weak for soft, cozy sweetness!

Maybe with Bachira, Kunigami, Raichi, and Gagamaru? (Maybe Kuon if you're up for it)

Of course you can add or remove any characters you like!

Hope this is an okay request! Keep being wonderful!!

SO CUTEE yes thank you!!

when he falls asleep while cuddling you

bf bllk x fem!reader. fluff, mention of boobs (sorta not rlly)

bachira meguru

-> tends to fall asleep on you quite often while cuddling

-> bachira can’t help it. when he cuddles up with or on you, your fingers always end up in his hair. it would be pointless to try to stay awake while so relaxed, so bachira never fights sleep when it swiftly takes him away

-> “bachira?” “hmm~” “i need to get up for a sec.” “hmmm~” “… please move?” “hmmmmmm~” you gave up after that and eventually fell asleep with him

kunigami rensuke

-> kunigami has his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck, his head under your chin and arms wrapped tight around your ribs

-> you were so sleepy, so relaxed and comfortable with him against you, that you start dozing off first. it causes your heart to beat at a slower pace, one kunigami can track with his ear against your pulse

-> the sound of it mixed with the warmth radiating from you is enough to lull him to sleep, and he’s able to murmur a soft, i love you, before eventually meeting you in dreamland

raichi jingo

-> he can’t stand how much he likes cuddling you, how it makes him feel so comfortable and relaxed, and will fight it every step of the way

-> “cuddling? no way! that’s… cringe!” “come here.” “no!” “raichi.” “no! i’m a man!” “jingo.” “… you better not tell anyone..”

-> falls asleep almost immediately the second your fingers brush through his blond hair. he snuggles against your chest, arms tight around your waist, smiling softly where you can’t see. “i love you,” you barely hear him whisper against you, and smile as you pull him closer. “i love you, too.”

gagamaru gin

-> “gin.” gagamaru looks up and blinks at you like a frog. you spread your arms out, waiting for cuddles, and he catapults himself at you until you’re both lying on the bed

-> he’s practically on top of you, his body squishing your boobs as you wrap your arms around him and try not to laugh. “not exactly what i had in mind…”

-> you didn’t realize how tired he was, but you realized while asking him about his day that gagamaru was asleep. sighing, you tighten your grip just a little and cover his face in kisses. “sleep well.”

kuon wataru

-> you have him in a koala grasp, limbs trapping him against your body and cheek pressed against the top of his head

-> “people can’t fall asleep like this,” he mumbles to himself, waiting for you to doze off so he can slip away and cuddle you normally when his eyes start growing heavy

-> you smile to yourself in success when you hear kuon’s breathing turn heavy in sleep. “can’t fall asleep, huh?” you tease before kissing his head and snuggling closer as you wait for sleep to take you next

barou shoei

-> “i’m not sleeping like this.” “yes, you are.” “it’s unhygienic.” “babe. it’s cuddling.”

-> you have barou against you, his head on your chest and arms around your middle as you cling to him like a sloth on a tree. “see? isn’t this comfy?” “i might suffocate in my sleep.”

-> he does not suffocate in his sleep. in fact, a minute after you start tracing mindless patterns against his skin, he’s asleep. you smile when his arms loosen just slightly and kiss his head. “cutie.”

[marie098887]

Going shopping in Victoria's Secret with your boyfriend.

You’re out shopping with your boyfriend when you suddenly decide you need to stop by Victoria’s Secret. No warning. No hesitation. You grab his hand and drag him in. Now he’s surrounded by lace, bras, and mannequins in underwear and he’s just trying to keep it together.

Part 2: Barou, Yukimiya, Aiku, Gagamaru, Otoya, and Karasu

Content Warning: light suggestive themes

📝 Requests: OPEN

🦁 Barou Shoei

Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret: Refuses. At first. Fully stops outside the door and stares at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“Why the hell would I go in there?” You roll your eyes

“Because you’re my boyfriend,” and start walking anyway.

He follows. Grumbling the whole time. Doesn’t make eye contact with a single person. Stiff as hell.

“Get your bra and let’s leave.”

What he does while you shop: Stands with his arms crossed, jaw tight, glaring at a shelf full of pink lace like it personally insulted him. Keeps whispering, 'Tch. What’s the point of this?' But he hasn’t blinked since you walked away. Keeps looking at you. Watching how you touch things. Narrowing his eyes when someone else walks by too close.

How he handles you picking stuff out: You hold something up. “This one?”

He scoffs. Looks away. Then looks back. Then back again.

“…Yeah,” He mutters. “Get it.”

You grin. “What was that?”

He clears his throat. Louder this time: “Yeah. That one.”

His arms are still crossed. His ears are red. You grab a second option. He doesn’t argue.

He’ll pretend to hate it, but he’ll carry your bag on the way out like it’s not full of lace.

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🍊 Yukimiya Kenyu

Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret: He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t hesitate. Just walks in with you like it’s any other store.

“You want a new one?” He says, brushing your hand gently with his thumb. “Alright. Let’s find one you love.”

His tone is soft. Steady. No embarrassment, no nerves. He’s been around beauty his whole life, but you’re the only thing he’s focused on right now.

What he does while you shop: Stays beside you, hands relaxed in his coat pockets, occasionally glancing over your shoulder as you flip through hangers. 

If you pause in front of something, he notices.

“You like that one?” he asks, voice quiet. You nod. He just says, “Okay,” and takes it gently from the rack to carry for you. No fuss. No attention drawing. He’s just making sure you don’t have to think too hard.

How he handles you picking stuff out: You hold up a soft blush colored set. “Thoughts?”

He doesn’t look away from you. Just gives a small, warm smile. “If you like it, I like it.”

You laugh. “You sure I’m not overdoing it?”

He shifts the growing pile in his arm, leans in a little. “You want that one, babe?”

You nod. “Okay.” Simple. Final. No hesitation. By the end of the trip, he’s the one reminding you to get the matching robe.

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💚 Aiku Oliver

Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret: Smirks.

“You sure you wanna go in there?" He teases. But he’s already walking through the doors behind you, one hand in his pocket, the other resting casually on your lower back. He doesn’t look nervous. He looks interested.

What he does while you shop: Leans on displays like he owns them. Gives opinions you didn’t ask for. Winks at you in the mirror. Definitely says something like, “That one looks like trouble. I like it.” Picks up a silk robe just to run his fingers over it, then glances at you like, "You’d ruin this, y’know.”

He’s not being gross. He’s being Aiku. Confident, playful, and watching you like you’re the best thing in the store.

How he handles you picking stuff out: You hold up something soft, simple. “What about this one?”

He grins. Tilts his head. “Mmm. Cute. But what about that one—” Points to something way bolder. Smirking. “Too much?”

You shake your head. “You’d get arrested if I wore that out.”

He shrugs. “Then we stay in.”

Still ends up paying for all of it. Still makes a comment under his breath about modeling it for him later. Still opens the car door for you like a gentleman. Just a very dangerous one.

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🐼 Gagamaru Gin

Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret: “Victoria’s what?”

You say, “Come on, I need a new bra,” and he follows without another word. No questions. Just calm curiosity. Steps inside, takes one look around… Freezes.

“Oh.” Now he gets it.

Eyes widen just a little. He clears his throat and pushes his hair back, already trying to act like he’s not flustered yet curious.  

What he does while you shop: Quiet. Keeps a small distance but always in view. Watching you. Paying attention. If you look back at him, he gives you a small nod. If you ask, “You okay?” He just goes, “Yeah.” Soft. Steady. Blushing.

He doesn’t know where to look, but he’s still looking at you.

How he handles you picking stuff out: You hold something up. Something light and strappy. “Too much?” you ask.

He blinks. Looks at it. Then at you. Then quickly back down. “…No,” he mumbles. “It’s nice.”

You try another one. His ears go red.

You ask again, “This one?”

He just nods. Doesn’t say yes or no. Just… nods. A little slower. A little pinker. You’re doing it on purpose now. And he knows it. But he’s not complaining.

Hands you the bag on the way out like it weighs 40 pounds. Doesn’t say a word. Just walks a little closer than usual.

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🤍  Otoya Eita

Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret: Already smiling. Already way too comfortable.

“Finally,” Ge grins, swinging the door open for you. He walks in like it’s a party. Hands in his jacket pockets. Eyes casually skimming the shelves like he’s not completely focused on you.

What he does while you shop: Hypes you up. Loudly. Playfully. Constantly.

“Babe, hold that one up again, yeah that one.” “Wait— turn this way. Yeah go ahead and get that."

How he handles you picking stuff out: You hold up a deep red set. “Too much?”

He smirks, tilts his head. “Not enough.” You laugh. “Be serious.” “I am.”

Then you show him a softer one, light pink, delicate lace. He softens. Just a little. “That’s real pretty.” His voice drops slightly. “You should get that too.”

You’re expecting him to keep teasing, but instead he just leans in and says, “Gonna look amazing on you. Promise.”

By the time you’re paying, you’re flustered. He’s smug. Hands in pockets. Holding the bag and giving you that look like, “We’re going home after this, right?”

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💜 Karasu Tabito

Reaction when you drag him into Victoria’s Secret: Zero hesitation. Just follows you inside with his hands in his pockets and a small grin on his face.

“Victoria’s Secret? Alright.” Like he’s seen it all before,  and now he’s just excited to see you in it. He’s not nervous. Not flustered. Not even stiff.

What he does while you shop: Leans against a display like he belongs there. Watching you flip through hangers. Lowkey smirking every time you hold something up.

Definitely throws out a quiet, “Damn, that one babe,”

Says it like he’s commenting on the weather. Doesn’t even raise his voice.

How he handles you picking stuff out: You: “Do you like this one?” Him: smirks “Yeah. A lot.” You: “Should I get it?” Him: “Get two.”

You pull a lacy black one off the rack. He whistles under his breath. “Hot. I love it.”

He flirts. He lingers. He gives subtle glances that say more than words ever could. And the best part? He’s still the one carrying the bag on the way out, hand on your lower back like you’re already his whole world.

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