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" NEW YEARS KISS! "
summary. their reactions to you kissing them at midnight
characters. nagi, bachira
warnings. gn!reader, none!
a/n. will probably do this prompt again with jjk, genshin, and possibly haikyuu if anyone wants those??
"one minute!" you hear someone yell out from the party crowd. everyone was gathered in the living room, watching the clock displayed on the TV as it counts down the seconds till midnight.
he was standing next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close so you don’t get lost in the crowd.
cheers grew, people starting a chant for the last 10 seconds of the countdown.
"3… 2… 1!"
NAGI
his bored eyes had been scanning everyone around before he feels your hand gently turn his head towards you. he makes brief eye contact with you before your lips are pressing against his in a deep kiss. he quickly melts into it, his own hand reaching up to tangle in your hair.
you pull away after a short moment, making him sigh softly in disappointment before he realizes you’re till surrounded by a crowd of people. he reluctantly lets go of you, letting you cheer happily along with everyone else while he simply watches.
"c'mon, sei, at least smile. it’s the new year!," you tease, bringing your hands up to pull at his cheeks. he hums lowly, allowing you to mess with his face as he simply stares at you, causing a giggle to leave your lips.
he takes a moment to admire you, his eyes scanning your happy face. you’ve always looked the best while you’re smiling, free spirited and not worried about a thing, he thinks.
your own contagious smile finally brings one to his lips as well, although it’s only a small one, nothing compared to your bright one. he doesn’t let you see it for long before he’s leaning down to brush his lips against yours once more.
"happy new year," he mumbles before connecting your lips.
BACHIRA
it’s clear you have the same idea as he turns to you expectingly, already leaning towards you to claim his kiss. you giggle before reaching up to hold both his cheeks, pressing your lips against his. he holds your waist, slightly bending your back with how deeply he’s kissing you.
you have to push his face away to get him to stop, not wanting him to get carried away in front of all these people. he makes a noise of disapproval, already trying to lean back in, his hands coming up to the back of your head to keep you in place.
"that was too short, one more," he mutters, his eyes trained on your lips as he kisses you again, this time much more passionately.
you feel his tongue swipe against your lip, and you almost part them before you remember where you are.
"bachira—" you murmur against his lips, causing him to pull back slightly with a pouty huff. "there’s people everywhere, y'know."
"so? i don’t care," he brushes off, but pauses when you shoot him a look. with a small pout, he finally backs off, pulling back slightly but letting his hands slide back to your waist.
"later, ok?" you mumble in promise, making him grin as he nods. he places one last kiss to your cheek before refocusing on the party.
Pookie
Bros the type of guy to !
a/n: really felt like writing some short drabble in the middle of the evening :3
tags: gn!reader,sitting on lap,kisses,hugs,cliché
✦ ISAGI is the type of guy to watch tutorials on YouTube about how to cook your favourite meal.(he may or may not asked his mother to help after almost burning the kitchen.)
✦ BACHIRA is the type of guy to follow you anywhere you go. no matter what place, he will be there right beside you in a second. except for bathroom,of course.
✦ NAGI is the type of guy to stare with his soft hazelnut eyes at your concentrated face instead of the game you're playing on the screen.
✦ RIN is the type of guy to kiss you breathless and bury his face on your nape from behind a lot when he's really angry at something(-one)
✦ CHIGIRI is the type of guy to let you brush,style and pet his hair. only you are allowed and no one else.
✦ REO is the type of guy to ask you an insane amount of questions like, "how did you fell in love with me?" "what do you love about me the most?" and etc. while swinging his legs with lovesick smile.
✦ KAISER is the type of guy who lets you do his eyeliner and eyeshadow. it could be you either sitting on his lap or carefully holding his face with your hand. as long as he gets to hold your waist or hips, he's totally okay with neither of them.
✦ SAE is the type of guy to hug you from behind when you are cooking, he likes to silently analyze your cooking skills and your calm humming brings peace to his heart.
© ADXELE 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my writings.
L cut? check.
L color? check.
can’t spell michael kaiser without the L i guess 🙄
Them talking about you with their friend
~A/n: PART TWOOO, LET'S GO
~ Characters: Bachira Meguru and Reo Mikage
~ Masterlist
~ Part 1 , part 3
Bachira Meguru
Reo Mikage
PLS BACHIRA JUST ONE CHANCE I BEG YOU 🙏🙏🙏
♤ unKing | Barou Shouei x gn!Reader
▽ featuring: barou shouei x gn reader … no repost on any platforms © laterosal 2024 … sooo bachira and his clown antics resulting in barou and you casually kissing—and hinted in a no-blue-lock!au where barou, bachira, nagi, and reader are in the same youth team (requested!) … word count: 969
… A/N: hii mike!! i hope you’re having a good day as well, i’m just surviving school as i gotta wake up early now. (very unfortunate) but i tried your first request—something did not click because it took me a week to get down a few hundred words… so i tried with the second request and maybe it did work? hope you enjoy this one :)
📌 AO3 | requested one-shot
Shoei Barou often thought his teammates in his youth team were chaotic, but not to the point where you would even have the thought of Barou, the “king” of the field, having chased down a small bee. A small bee, taunting Barou’s every move, realizing he was backed into a corner and had to feel the wrath of Barou.
You could practically feel that fury booming from a few meters away, as you leaned against the goal post, staring amusingly at these soccer players’ shenanigans. Surely it started with Seishiro Nagi, a somewhat unmotivated yet genius soccer player who decided to join a youth team out of boredom. His famed skill was trapping: hence, the Trap-Whatever-You-Can-Championship (Part 2) commenced amongst the highly skilled soccer players of their youth team. Held in the penalty box in the soccer field, Nagi started off with balancing his cellphone on his leg, moving on with a black-inked pen on his foot. Other soccer players attempted to do the same, though only a select few were even able to find the key concepts of trapping an item. One would include Shoei Barou—his effort of perseverance unwavering as some of his fellow teammates taunted him.
Bachira Meguru, who early on into soccer figured out their skill in dribbling, decided to take up a challenge and participate in Seishiro Nagi’s challenge of trapping items. You decided to try out this skill of trapping, although you long gave up and decided to hang around the goal post.
…
It did not go as well as planned.
Bachira, his bright highlights that flowed to the rhythm of his dribbling, seemed to not take trapping a skill so seriously. Rather, he attempted to balance a soccer ball on his ankle, then kicked it into the sky and chased after it. Only without noticing Barou behind him—the king of the field wiping the sweat dripping down his face as he squeezed some water out of his water bottle, who was conveniently hanging around you.
“Oops! I guess I should have known that trapping would kill me~” Bachira’s smile widened as Barou gave the former a death glare. Bachira looked up and attempted to follow the soccer ball, knocking Barou down. Like a pair of dominos, Bachira stumbled to the nearest patches of the grass near the goal post, and Barou tumbled into you, where his lips were pressed against yours.
Silence.
The soccer ball thumped against the grass, slowly rolling towards Bachira.
Bachira raised his eyebrows and scratched his head sheepishly, already scrambling away from Barou. They all did not want to mess with Barou himself—especially when his temper would blow away the feeble from the soccer field. You stared surprisingly at Barou as he slowly stood up, a pointed glare at all his teammates watching.
“S… orry?” You murmur as Barou narrowed his eyes at his teammates.
“Stop watching and get back to doing your—” Barou cracked his neck and knuckles, his voice a low and threatening one. Bachira whistled from across the world, teasing Barou to chase him. And like a small animal chase, the king of the field scrambled onto his feet and tailed the bee, easily dodging and swerving across the field. You grinned at the sight, touching your lips gingerly as you remembered the small kiss planted on your lips, leading to the king of the field with a murderous intent chasing…
“GET THE PHONE!”
“NO, HE’S GOING TO KILL US—”
“YOU DRIBBLING BEE, DON’T DIE TO HIM—”
The teammates were howling and screeching (in case Bachira gets jumped by Barou), while Seishiro Nagi stood on the sidelines, pulling out his phone to hop onto some video games.
“Oi, Y/N, want to help me out here?” Bachira yelled out as he ran towards you.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Y/N!” Barou screeched as he went for some other teammates who began to taunt him. You decided that if you wanted to see the golden light tomorrow, perhaps it was best to sit out today.
You didn’t want to get on Barou Shouei’s bad side, did you?
“I-hm, I won’t.” You promised Barou. “Bachira, how’s it going with Barou chasing you..?”
You didn’t even get a chance to hear Bachira’s response as he tumbled onto the field, as Barou violently shook his shoulders. He later stood up, clasped his hands together and brushed off some grass on his uniform, stalking towards you.
“You don’t need to be sorry, Y/N.” Barou lowered his voice as he put his hand on your shoulder, flinging off the towel slinging from his shoulders onto his head. You frowned as you wondered why he started off the sentence with those words. “That little busy bee… I swear… Next time he pulls any of those antics again…” Sorry..? Did you ever apologize to him—
“I’ll… help you.” You gave Barou an assuring smile. “Yeah?” Barou blew a heavy sigh out and hopped out of the field.
You soon realized that you had mumbled an apology after the kiss—
Oh.
“I’m surprised that the king even acts so uh, un-kingly in front of you.” Nagi shuffled over to you, leaning against the metal poles of the goal post. “Y’know, Y/N.”
“Uh-huh? I don’t really… understand.”
“Mm, sure. He doesn’t act so strict with you, unlike me.” Nagi groaned as Barou tugged on the back of his shirt, signaling to get up for practice. If Barou had heard Nagi’s words, the king brushed it off like they did not bother him at all. Nagi snorted, before a swift click on his cellphone screen—a VICTORY screen flashing on.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe Barou did act a little… less strict in front of you.
He seemed so much of an un-kingly soccer player in front of you who seemed to listen to you.
Thinking about Bachira Meguru assuming he's unlovable.
Being called a monster for their whole childhood really makes a mark on a person's life and self-esteem. But for Bachira, they were unavoidable.
At first, he tried to ignore the mean comments and pretend he didn't hear them. Maybe that would make the loneliness go away. Maybe it would make the problems disappear.
"He's a freak!"
"Eww, don't get too close to Bachira! You'll get lice!!"
"He's stinky"
He heard the whispers. He just used to pretend he didn't. For both his and the children's sake. So he could pretend he was normal. At least for a while.
And, sometimes, even parents, grown-ass adults, called him weird. Shouldn't they set an example for their kids? They tell them: "Don't judge other people! You never know what they're going through!", but are always the first to talk shit about someone, even if said someone is a little kid.
"Poor kid. It's probably the parents fault."
"He says sees a 'monster'! He's probably schizophrenic."
"My son is afraid of him. Specially when he's playing soccer. He said he's very scary"
He tried to ignore them. He really did. He tried to smile through it all and treat people the same way he always had nevertheless: with respect. Because crying would make his problems real. He didn't want them to be real. And he was doing a good job at it! But one faithful day, he snapped. The final nail in the coffin.
"When I grow up, I want to be a football player, just like Zico!" 11 year old Bachira said, showing the whole class a drawing of him, Zico and his monster playing soccer together. His smile was as bright and blinding as ever, specially because he was talking about his passion: soccer. He loved it so much. It helped him escape the harsh reality for a while.
The class went silent. They used to think Bachira was weird, to put it slightly, but this? It just made him even more weird! They all knew that he could never be a football player. He was an outcast. A freak. He was a monster. And monsters couldn't live with humans. Nobody wanted a monster on their team.
And so, instead of clapping like they did with the other kids' drawings, the class started to laugh. It started out quiet, but later it turned into a full, loud laugh. All of them. And Bachira always dreamed of making everyone there laugh, but not like this. They weren't laughing with him or because of him, they were laughing at him.
"Uh? What's happening, miss?" He asked the teacher, confused and on the verge of crying. He couldn't cry here. Not in front of them, please. That would be another thing for them to laugh at.
He swears on his life that he heard the teacher laugh a little, before the adult crouched down to match his size, grabbed his drawing and put it on his desk, while the other kids' drawings were being stuck to the board with tape. And then, he heard one of the worst sentences he ever heard in his life. One that he knew would definitely keep him awake at night:
"Meguru, being a football player is too hard for you. Why don't you settle for something more real and reachable? Like a doctor or a lawyer?"
He didn't understand. Some kids here wanted to be astronauts, others wanted to be models. Hell, one wanted to be a dinosaur babysitter. And their drawings were hanging on the wall, like they were going to be achieved. Bachira felt like no one believed in him. Like he was being put aside.
He then realized the problem wasn't what he wanted to do. It was him. Anyone could be a football player, but he couldn't. Because he was a monster. He was different from others.
And so, the tears began to fall. One by one, first from his left away and then from his right eye. His vision began to blurry. Left eye, right eye. Left, right, left right. Kids laughing, teacher laughing. His drawing on the desk. Left, right. Left right. He couldn't even see his own hands anymore from how blurred his vision was. He looked to his side. Left, right. The door. His escape. He needed to leave.
So, without second thought, Bachira ran towards the door. He couldn't care less for the teacher calling his name. He wouldn't come looking for him anyway. Nobody would. Nobody cared enough to do it.
He sat behind a tree, protected by it's shadow. He continued to cry. Hard. He put his hands in his eyes to try and stop the tears from falling, but he couldn't. He needed to let it all out. He just wished he had someone by his side during his breakdown. He really wanted a shoulder to rely on.
"Hey"
Maybe he was, indeed, schizophrenic. Because, the moment he looked up, he saw a girl he swore was too pretty to be real. The sunset made her have an angelic glow, and the wind made her hair flow just the right way. Her face was like a greek statuate, and he swore he could hear a soothing symphony playing in the background when he met her eyes: they were the most beautiful color he had ever seen, and he could imagine himself being lost and found in them. She was just too pretty. Too pretty to be here for him. And so, he managed to stop crying for a while and said, between sniffs:
"Did you lose a bet?"
The way your face contorted was almost comic.
"What?"
"Did someone pay you to come here? Where are the cameras? And how much was it?"
"I didn't lose any bet" you said, frowning. "I came here to check on you because I wanted to. I don't get why everyone laughed at you. Your dream is not stupid. Nobody's dream is."
"Even Richard's? He said he wants to be a dinossaur nanny" he said before he even thought about it. He then widened his eyes, because what if you were Richard's friend? What if you hated him now because he said something bad about your friend? What if he already screwed everything up? What if...
"Okay, you win. That one's actually stupid." You laughed. He made you laugh. This time, someone was laughing because of him. He felt like he was capable of everything at that moment. Your laugh was a sweet, infecting, honey-like melody. It made him wanna laugh too. He didn't realize it, but he had already stopped crying, and was now just staring at you with big, blown and unwavering eyes. His mouth slightly parted, like he was studying you and comitting everything about you to memory. Almost as if you were indeed an ilusion, and would disappear the second he blinked. He couldn't believe you were real. You were real, and you were talking to him.
After a while, you stopped laughing and finally noticed his intense staring. Suddenly bashful, your cheeks turned a bright red.
"I-I just want you to know that you shouldn't be ashamed of your dream. I think- no, I'm sure you can achieve it. You just have to work hard for it. I-I've seen you playing sometimes, and it's honestly amazing how focused you are. Bachira, I want to be your friend. That's it, if you'll let me-"
He hugged you. Hard. If it was any other time, he would have been afraid of scaring you off with the sudden hug, but he couldn't care less right now. He needed this. He needed a friend. You were just what he needed. You were perfect.
He started to cry again. This time, the first tear came out of his right eye. Right, left. His vision was getting blurred from how hard he was smiling. Right, left. Right, left. Your arms hugging him back. Right, left. The sound of the school bell, signalizing the end of the school day. People would see you and him hugging and you would probably be called weird by them for being next to him, but you still didn't break the hug. Right, left.
He didn't want to escape like he did during the class incident. No. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted time to stop, to be in your arms for eternity. He didn't want to pull away. He finally made a friend. You were his first friend.
Bachira Meguru used to think he was unlovable, but you proved him wrong. You proved he could, in fact, be loved. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't a freak. He was Bachira Meguru. Your best friend. And he wore that title with pride. Later on, he had the honour to be called your boyfriend, and he was even prouder of that one.
He used to think he would never find happiness. That's why, the moment the ref blew the whistle signalizing the end of Japan U-20 against Blue Lock eleven match and securing Blue Lock's victory, he couldn't think of anything else besides his girl. He ran across the field to you. Because you were like a magnet. He couldn't be apart from you, or else it felt like the whole earth would explode. He was yours and you were his. You both were meant to be.
"You did it! I love you, Meguru!"
He laughed. A pretty, genuine laugh followed by a couple of tears, beginning from his right eye, of course. His mother was recording behind you both, the blue lock team was smirking and whistling at the sight of you two and the television was streaming the moment for the whole world to see. But neither of you cared about the extra eyes. You were the only ones on the world. You always made him feel like that, and he hopes he makes you feel that way, too.
"I love you so much. Thank you."
Thank you for being with me. Thank you for being there. Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for accepting the title of being my girlfriend proudly. Thank you for being you. Thank you for everything. Thank you.
He then lifted you and spun you in the air, smiling hard. He brought your lips closer and then kissed you. A kiss full of emotion and love. So much love: raw and pure.
You proved he wasn't just lovable. He was also capable of loving. And there's nothing prettier than loving someone.
Bachira Meguru was lovable, and you made sure to show him that. You loved him, and he would do everything to keep it that way forever.
~A/N: there's a "saying" that says that if you're crying and the first tear is from the left eye, you're crying from sadness. If the first tear comes out of the right eye, they're happy tears!!
Masterlist
funny boy with silly pose
Y'all...
WHY IS BACHIRA SO CUTE AS A KID???? I JUST WANT TO GIVE HIM A HUG SO BAD 😭
Aaaand more quick sketches. Best boy Bachira and some zombie guy.
♡ cute things they do in a relationship! (pt 1)
(pt 2 linked here!!)
small but cute things they do in a relationship with the bllk men <3
featuring ☆ isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin, sae, shidou, & kaiser
tag(s) ☆ fluff!
ISAGI would comfort you before you meet his parents, telling you it's alright and nothing will go wrong. of course, nothing went wrong. his parents ended up liking you a lot!
BACHIRA would swap shoes with you if your feet were hurting. sometimes, your feet would get scratched and he'd rush to the nearest drug store to buy you cute band-aids.
CHIGIRI would give you tips on how to take good care of your hair and skin. he'll recommend a ton of good hair and skin products and buy them for you! suprisingly, they're all really good to use.
NAGI would brush your hair behind your ear. this mostly happens when you wake up and there's "too much" hair in front of your face, or it's too windy outside. sometimes, he'll just do it for fun
REO would give you a piggy back whilst crossing the road, or sometimes its just random. one time, he gave you a piggy back ride when you accidentally tripped and lightly scraped your knees.
RIN would randomly give you a small kisses on the cheeks, forehead, or lips, and you'd happily kiss him back. if he's being clingy, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, not intending to let go of you.
SAE would gently carress your cheek with his thumb, wipe away any tears if you happened to cry and comfort you + cuddle with you after a stressful day
SHIDOU would scream with you if you saw a cockroach inside your living space. of course, it's a joke, but eventually, he'll kill the gross looking bug for you.
KAISER would constantly say "i love you" after a tiring day, since he hasn't seen you for the entire day. you would then return the favour by saying "i love you more" and he'd disagree with you. "no, i love you more!"
a/n: i added some crack in shidou's part lmfao
©hioriri/fuyukohasnocreativity do not copy, repost, or translate. likes and reblogs are accepted and appreciated!
♡ cute things they do in a relationship! (pt 1)
(pt 2 linked here!!)
small but cute things they do in a relationship with the bllk men <3
featuring ☆ isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin, sae, shidou, & kaiser
tag(s) ☆ fluff!
ISAGI would comfort you before you meet his parents, telling you it's alright and nothing will go wrong. of course, nothing went wrong. his parents ended up liking you a lot!
BACHIRA would swap shoes with you if your feet were hurting. sometimes, your feet would get scratched and he'd rush to the nearest drug store to buy you cute band-aids.
CHIGIRI would give you tips on how to take good care of your hair and skin. he'll recommend a ton of good hair and skin products and buy them for you! suprisingly, they're all really good to use.
NAGI would brush your hair behind your ear. this mostly happens when you wake up and there's "too much" hair in front of your face, or it's too windy outside. sometimes, he'll just do it for fun
REO would give you a piggy back whilst crossing the road, or sometimes its just random. one time, he gave you a piggy back ride when you accidentally tripped and lightly scraped your knees.
RIN would randomly give you a small kisses on the cheeks, forehead, or lips, and you'd happily kiss him back. if he's being clingy, he'll wrap his arms around your waist, not intending to let go of you.
SAE would gently carress your cheek with his thumb, wipe away any tears if you happened to cry and comfort you + cuddle with you after a stressful day
SHIDOU would scream with you if you saw a cockroach inside your living space. of course, it's a joke, but eventually, he'll kill the gross looking bug for you.
KAISER would constantly say "i love you" after a tiring day, since he hasn't seen you for the entire day. you would then return the favour by saying "i love you more" and he'd disagree with you. "no, i love you more!"
a/n: i added some crack in shidou's part lmfao
©hioriri/fuyukohasnocreativity do not copy, repost, or translate. likes and reblogs are accepted and appreciated!
pairing: bachira meguru x fem! reader
wc: 300
warnings: pseudo-incest, fem! reader, obsessive tendencies, just filth I’m thinking about right now 😞
18+ → minors / blank blogs dni
I can’t stop thinking about sister fucker bachi and it’s causing me physical pain at this point
He’d be such a good big brother. He takes care of you, treats you so sweet. Makes sure to cook you dinner every nights and draw you hot baths. Ah, he loves the baths every night. Even though he promises to leave alone, every night he finds himself slipping in behind you. Gently washing you, cleaning your hair.
He can’t get enough of you. Your pretty skin, your gentle touch. All of it is perfect.
He’s so obsessed with you. He’s so obvious with it too. Clings to you every second he gets, wrapping his arms around your shoulders while you try to talk to your friends. Making you cling onto his arm, tits pressed so tight against him. He kisses all over her face. You always pull away when he tries to peck your lips in public, too embarrassed to let other people see. But every once and awhile he can steal one when you’re not paying attention.
His favourite was when he pecked your lips right in front of your crush. He kept his eyes locked with his, smiling into the kiss as he holds your chin in place. Not letting you pull away. That guy never talked to you again
He doesn’t care about what everybody else thinks. He wants everyone to know how much he loves you, wants everyone to see how he looks at you. How good he fucks you. Who you come begging to in the middle of the night. Who you belong to.
You’ve been together since you were little, and you’re gonna be together until they’re both dead and buried <33. He loves his baby sister so much and he wants everyone to know. He would never hide his love for someone he cares for so deeply. Someone who he’ll be with until the end.
He’s truly the ideal sister fucker, I think. <33
LOVEFOOL
content warnings ─── fluff, smut, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, fellatio, tit-sucking, masturbation, perv bachira
notes. a indulgent fluff and smut to my mootie-patotie @blooming-aster , spending the night thirsting over this cutie we call bachira meguru.
ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ everyone's a fool and bachira's no exception.
bestfriend! bachira who's been your friend your whole childhood. always playing in the fields or just goofing around and messing with him. hide and seek in his mother's studio.
bestfriend! bachira who always squish your chubby cheeks. fascinated by the plumpness and the bounciness of it. considers it as one of world's mysteries on why is it so soft and squishy.
bestfriend! bachira who loves to blow raspberries to you. squishes your cheeks and blows. laying on your stomach, his mouth on your soft belly. nibbles the skin there before blowing raspberries. you're always covered in his saliva he's not sorry.
bestfriend! bachira who stares at you with his big, round, golden honey eyes. you can't help but to shy away from his gaze and it's so intense. you'll melt in the spot if you stare longer but bachira continues so, he just loves seeing you flustered and from the way you bit your lip. his brain overrides.
bestfriend! bachira who's obsessed by your plump body. he forgets to speak at times when he presses his lean body to yours and he's like a cat when he gets a hold of you. massaging and kneading your body like dough. watch the supple flesh spills in his hands and pops a boner out of the blue. can you blame him though? he's that down bad to you.
bestfriend! bachira isn't ashamed to be naked in front of you. you know you two hanging out in his room and he just pops out with nothing. he just laughs when he saw the horror in your face when you've seen him naked. can't miss your gaze going back and forth to him and he only winks at you. it's fine to stare but it's wrong but....
bestfriend! bachira who always make you feel good about yourself that being fat isn't wrong and it's one of the reasons why he loves you. makes you feel loved and suffocates you with his hugs. traps you with his body and tickles you until you're crying and begging to stop cause you're going to pee but still... he loves hearing you laugh. it sounds music to his hears and your smile it's so stunning that it'll blind him but who cares. he's getting that smile from you.
bestfriend! bachira who jumps you everytime he had the chance. after his games, you would be looking for him and wonders where he went but it's too late before you realize you're on the ground with him above you. he stares at you and pinches your cheeks. he go this predatory gaze though like he's going to eat you alive and he will, if given the chance.
bestfriend! bachira who can't stop daydreaming about you. he thinks about you all the time from the way you smile, laugh, breathe, existing.
bestfriend! bachira who loves you. you really did stick like him all this time and never ever doubt him and accepted him for what he is. you didn't scold him for the way how he acts and you always tell him that you love that side of him. your bestfriend who have nothing but love and adoration for you.
bestfriend! bachira who jerks at the thought of you. he's insatiable and he can't hide his perviness when you're around sometimes. he's leaning on the wall. biting the hem of his shirt, pants lowered and his hand on his aching cock. chants your name while he fisting his cock up and down. it only gets difficult for him and moans. he also done it when your back turned against him and he's shameless about it. he's huffing and puffing after he cums, watch his shame drips out of his fingers and the splatter on his abdomen. hoping he could spread it to you, some day.
bestfriend! bachira who kisses you breathless when you tell him, you love him too. head in cloud nine while he sucks your tongue in his. exploring every inch of your mouth and swirls at them. loves your eyes getting teary from his kisses. you both be panting and when you get back each other's breath he's back at you again. won't budge if you push him.
bestfriend! bachira sucks at your tits slowly. bites your nipples between his teeth and nibbles on them. he could be such a tease when sucking your teeth. tugs at them just enough for you and him to be pleasurable. doesn't matter if they're small or big. he'll putting that in his mouth. bonus if you run your fingers through his hair, he'll melt while he sucks in your tits. occasionally falling asleep when he's sucking your tits. his drool dripping at the corners of his mouth, surrounding your breasts with it.
bestfriend! bachira who eats you out like there's no tomorrow. you in his room, legs spread, your face in his pillow. muffling the moans when his tongue make wonders in your fat pussy. holding your thighs in his grip that it's impossible to escape him. tongue deep in your hole while he wiggles his tongue inside. leaving your thighs trembling from it. toes curling. catches every drop of your cum leaving in your hole. he just loves the taste of it while his nose nudges your clit. drowned in your taste and slick. squirt in his face if you can, he loves it.
bestfriend! bachira who gets whiny when you suck his cock. his cheeks heavy with red while you suck him. your cheeks hollowing out, tongue swirling on his tip and licking on his slit. holds your cheeks with both of his palm and praises you for being so good to him. jerking what's left of his length and he's a goner. loves to cum in your face. turns him on when you lick it off him.
bestfriend! bachira takes his time slow and nice when he's fucking you. he's a fucking tease. you need to beg and cry just for him to fuck you for real. watches as your tummy jiggles and thighs ripple from the impact. sinks his fingers in the plushness of your hips and just pounds into you. kisses you to make it better.
bestfriend! bachira loves fucking you in public. his fingers fucks into your hole slowly while he hugs you from behind, be it in the schoolyard, in the park while you date. kissing your cheeks while he tells you're being a good girl for him. he also loves getting sucked off. behind in the soccer field, in public restrooms or anywhere. loves it with the risk of being caught. folded in half in some empty classroom. your back in the teacher's table while he's grinning like a madman. the slap of skin echoing throughout the room.
bestfriend! bachira loves you so so much. he will give you the world if he had to just to prove just much how mean to him. whispers sweet things in your ear and hugs you everytime. he couldn't wish for more but just you his side.
he's a big baby and he knows it very much who want and needed you to be by his side always. just loves you very much and you love him. two opposites that attract each other to the end. smitten with each other and just can't live without the other. bachira meguru who loves his chubby s/o very much that he'll do everything to make you happy.
guys i'm up to episode 2 of the show and it's currently eating!!!
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BLUE LOCK BOYS x f!reader
contents. threesomes, dacryphilia, overstimulation, handjob, pussy-eating
ft. bachira, isagi, ness, kaiser, sae, shidou
BACHIRA when isagi accidentally walks in
with bachira’s back towards the door, he wasn’t able to sense his best friend nearing the entrance. he was too focussed on pinning you down beneath him, interlocking your fingers with his as he pounded into your sloppy cunt to notice the door casually being opened. when you kept shooting flustered glances over bachira’s shoulder, that’s when he finally realised that your eyes were on someone else. and although he was extremely hurt at first, all of his worries washed away when he realised that it was just his friend, isagi— standing there, frozen, his face flushing as his pants got tighter. bachira trusted isagi with his whole life, so of course he would have been okay for isagi to join in on the fun.
bachira now had you sat upon his lap while he leaned against the fluffy pillows of the bed, gently shifting your hips up and down so he could still press his cock further into your pussy. knelt in front of you was isagi, trying to keep his composure while you gave him a hand job, one of his palms shielding his blushing face. his knees were shaking a little against the covers, but he remained high on his knees, even hitching his shirt up a little to reveal his tensed abs, also giving you more room to jerk him off.
“you can look at her if you want, isagi.” bachira smirks as he rests his cheek against the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing up at his best friend. he noticed how isagi seemed to either look over at the wall or down at your hands, but never your face. “she’s really helping you out! the least you can do is look her in the eye.”
NESS letting kaiser have fun with his gf
you were lying against the pillows of the bed, your legs spread wide with kaiser’s face between them as ness sat by your side and ran his fingers gently through your hair. kaiser had made constant advancements towards you behind ness’ back, thinking that if he knew, he’d be judged to shreds. however, he was pleased to hear that ness wasn’t only accepting of kaiser’s behaviour, but also more than willing to allow him to please you. he was practically begging kaiser to sleep with you, not wanting kaiser to dislike him in any way— and if sharing you prevented that, he was more than happy to oblige.
you let out whimpery moans as kaiser’s wet tongue licked another line up between the folds of your pussy before dipping back between them and working shamelessly at your clit. your heart was thumping faster as you squeezed your eyes shut, the only thing keeping you from letting out even louder moans was ness’s comforting hands, which moved to cup the side of your face as he looked at you lovingly.
“she’s so pretty when she moans.” ness smiled blissfully before turning his head to watch ness at work, his eyes sparkling with amazement. “there really is nothing you can’t do! you’re so talented, my girlfriend looks so satisfied!” he gushed before placing a kiss on the side of your neck beneath your jaw, grinning against your skin. “tell him how good you feel, darling. kaiser’s doing a great job, isn’t he?” ness whispered darkly into your ear.
SHIDOU showing sae how it’s done
you were sexually frustrated, shidou could see that. you never usually got a chance to have sex with your boyfriend, sae, and even when you did, it was always missionary. i mean, you always finished in the end, but there was no imagination. that’s why when shidou overheard you complaining to sae about not being experimental enough in the bedroom, he immediately butted in and insisted he show sae how to make you literally shake with pleasure.
that’s how you ended up with your arms tied to the post of sae’s bed, your legs being forced open by shidou as he pumped his cock into you while holding a vibrator up to your clit. your eyes were swelling with tears as you felt your entire body tense up, the only gentle feeling you could sense coming from your boyfriend’s warm touch as he held his palm against your cheek. “she’s actually crying, you’ve outdone yourself,” sae uttered coldly as his thumb drew over your skip to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.
“instead of just caressing her face, why don’t you be a dear ‘n hold her legs open instead? she’s tryin’ go close them, see?” shidou chuckled darkly, to which sae rolled his eyes before positioning himself to force your legs even further apart. shidou couldn’t help but be amused as he looked between you and your boyfriend. “don’t sass me, darling,” he grinned at sae, “you should take notes. your girlfriend’s clearly enjoyin’ it.”
haii it’s my first time posting here i’m kinda scared (´；ω；`)
Meguru Bachira manga/anime
Credits to these images are all from the manga or anime, blue lock. The person that had written blue lock is Muneyuki Kaneshiro.
BLUE LOCK BOYS.
synopsis: "where's the trophy? he just comes runnin' over to me"
characters: chigiri hyoma, bachira meguru, yukimiya kenyu, reo mikage.
CHIGIRI feels full of himself when he scores that goal, he was surpassing his limits and achieving his dream. the entire stadium screams, but overtakes his teammates who try to celebrate with him, turning towards you. Oh yes, you also had that fierce look on your face, like someone who always rooted for him. That's it, Chigiri runs to you, arms already open, he was sweaty, but he forgot about that for a now. Grabs your waist and takes your feet off the ground for a moment. You scream in his ear that you are proud, absolutely thrilled, he was so happy that for now he didn't even complain that you almost left him deaf. (I guarantee you that your hug was on the cover of gossip sites for at least a month. Oh, and you became a famous couple on tiktok fr
He wasn't used to having anyone other than his mother rooting for him. BACHIRA scores that goal and the only thing that runs through your mind is running towards you, the steric screams of the fans become even louder when he hugs your body, you hold his shoulders, feeling a sudden urge to cry with happiness. He shouts amidst the other screams “I love you, girl” and you just kiss him. being with Bachira makes it feel like the world could stop for a few moments just for the two of you. You release him, shaking his sweat-damp hair and he returns to the field laughing like a fucking crazy dude. So many photos were taken of this moment that it seemed crazy (he definitely put one of these profile photos on his Instagram)
he is absolutely the type of boyfriend who is devoted to you. YUKIMIYA already knew he would score that goal, and to be honest, he had wanted to put that plan into practice for a long time. You were there, screaming for him the entire game, even if you were going to have no voice the next day. He laughs, genuinely laughs, God, he was in love with you! He runs, holding you just like a fucking Disney princess, spinning you around while you laugh too. So cute, ughhhh. Your hands rest on his shoulders, your chest full of adrenaline and pride. >>>>Get ready to see edits of this with the sweetest songs you can think of.<<<<
REO already started playing with girls cheering him on, but having you there, oh, that was different. When his goal happens, he immediately gets up from the pitch, heading towards it. Your eyes widen when he almost knocks you both to the ground. "GOAL" he shouts as if you hadn't already noticed, but it doesn't bother you. you shout "GOAL" back, laughing. He kisses your cheek hard, grabbing your waist. When he realizes that all the cameras are pointed at the two of you, he smiles even more convinced, raising yours hand, showing the expensive ring he had given you. (Girl, good luck, because you had to watch the entire internet fall in love with your man and call him "BF material" aaaaarghhh.
taylor swift, i love your romantic songs do bad🫠
I MADE MORE SINCE IM STILL BORED ASFFFF‼️‼️‼️
Cutiesss😝😝😝 (feel free to use them idm!!)
Thinking about Bachira Meguru assuming he's unlovable.
Being called a monster for their whole childhood really makes a mark on a person's life and self-esteem. But for Bachira, they were unavoidable.
At first, he tried to ignore the mean comments and pretend he didn't hear them. Maybe that would make the loneliness go away. Maybe it would make the problems disappear.
"He's a freak!"
"Eww, don't get too close to Bachira! You'll get lice!!"
"He's stinky"
He heard the whispers. He just used to pretend he didn't. For both his and the children's sake. So he could pretend he was normal. At least for a while.
And, sometimes, even parents, grown-ass adults, called him weird. Shouldn't they set an example for their kids? They tell them: "Don't judge other people! You never know what they're going through!", but are always the first to talk shit about someone, even if said someone is a little kid.
"Poor kid. It's probably the parents fault."
"He says sees a 'monster'! He's probably schizophrenic."
"My son is afraid of him. Specially when he's playing soccer. He said he's very scary"
He tried to ignore them. He really did. He tried to smile through it all and treat people the same way he always had nevertheless: with respect. Because crying would make his problems real. He didn't want them to be real. And he was doing a good job at it! But one faithful day, he snapped. The final nail in the coffin.
"When I grow up, I want to be a football player, just like Zico!" 11 year old Bachira said, showing the whole class a drawing of him, Zico and his monster playing soccer together. His smile was as bright and blinding as ever, specially because he was talking about his passion: soccer. He loved it so much. It helped him escape the harsh reality for a while.
The class went silent. They used to think Bachira was weird, to put it slightly, but this? It just made him even more weird! They all knew that he could never be a football player. He was an outcast. A freak. He was a monster. And monsters couldn't live with humans. Nobody wanted a monster on their team.
And so, instead of clapping like they did with the other kids' drawings, the class started to laugh. It started out quiet, but later it turned into a full, loud laugh. All of them. And Bachira always dreamed of making everyone there laugh, but not like this. They weren't laughing with him or because of him, they were laughing at him.
"Uh? What's happening, miss?" He asked the teacher, confused and on the verge of crying. He couldn't cry here. Not in front of them, please. That would be another thing for them to laugh at.
He swears on his life that he heard the teacher laugh a little, before the adult crouched down to match his size, grabbed his drawing and put it on his desk, while the other kids' drawings were being stuck to the board with tape. And then, he heard one of the worst sentences he ever heard in his life. One that he knew would definitely keep him awake at night:
"Meguru, being a football player is too hard for you. Why don't you settle for something more real and reachable? Like a doctor or a lawyer?"
He didn't understand. Some kids here wanted to be astronauts, others wanted to be models. Hell, one wanted to be a dinosaur babysitter. And their drawings were hanging on the wall, like they were going to be achieved. Bachira felt like no one believed in him. Like he was being put aside.
He then realized the problem wasn't what he wanted to do. It was him. Anyone could be a football player, but he couldn't. Because he was a monster. He was different from others.
And so, the tears began to fall. One by one, first from his left away and then from his right eye. His vision began to blurry. Left eye, right eye. Left, right, left right. Kids laughing, teacher laughing. His drawing on the desk. Left, right. Left right. He couldn't even see his own hands anymore from how blurred his vision was. He looked to his side. Left, right. The door. His escape. He needed to leave.
So, without second thought, Bachira ran towards the door. He couldn't care less for the teacher calling his name. He wouldn't come looking for him anyway. Nobody would. Nobody cared enough to do it.
He sat behind a tree, protected by it's shadow. He continued to cry. Hard. He put his hands in his eyes to try and stop the tears from falling, but he couldn't. He needed to let it all out. He just wished he had someone by his side during his breakdown. He really wanted a shoulder to rely on.
"Hey"
Maybe he was, indeed, schizophrenic. Because, the moment he looked up, he saw a girl he swore was too pretty to be real. The sunset made her have an angelic glow, and the wind made her hair flow just the right way. Her face was like a greek statuate, and he swore he could hear a soothing symphony playing in the background when he met her eyes: they were the most beautiful color he had ever seen, and he could imagine himself being lost and found in them. She was just too pretty. Too pretty to be here for him. And so, he managed to stop crying for a while and said, between sniffs:
"Did you lose a bet?"
The way your face contorted was almost comic.
"What?"
"Did someone pay you to come here? Where are the cameras? And how much was it?"
"I didn't lose any bet" you said, frowning. "I came here to check on you because I wanted to. I don't get why everyone laughed at you. Your dream is not stupid. Nobody's dream is."
"Even Richard's? He said he wants to be a dinossaur nanny" he said before he even thought about it. He then widened his eyes, because what if you were Richard's friend? What if you hated him now because he said something bad about your friend? What if he already screwed everything up? What if...
"Okay, you win. That one's actually stupid." You laughed. He made you laugh. This time, someone was laughing because of him. He felt like he was capable of everything at that moment. Your laugh was a sweet, infecting, honey-like melody. It made him wanna laugh too. He didn't realize it, but he had already stopped crying, and was now just staring at you with big, blown and unwavering eyes. His mouth slightly parted, like he was studying you and comitting everything about you to memory. Almost as if you were indeed an ilusion, and would disappear the second he blinked. He couldn't believe you were real. You were real, and you were talking to him.
After a while, you stopped laughing and finally noticed his intense staring. Suddenly bashful, your cheeks turned a bright red.
"I-I just want you to know that you shouldn't be ashamed of your dream. I think- no, I'm sure you can achieve it. You just have to work hard for it. I-I've seen you playing sometimes, and it's honestly amazing how focused you are. Bachira, I want to be your friend. That's it, if you'll let me-"
He hugged you. Hard. If it was any other time, he would have been afraid of scaring you off with the sudden hug, but he couldn't care less right now. He needed this. He needed a friend. You were just what he needed. You were perfect.
He started to cry again. This time, the first tear came out of his right eye. Right, left. His vision was getting blurred from how hard he was smiling. Right, left. Right, left. Your arms hugging him back. Right, left. The sound of the school bell, signalizing the end of the school day. People would see you and him hugging and you would probably be called weird by them for being next to him, but you still didn't break the hug. Right, left.
He didn't want to escape like he did during the class incident. No. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted time to stop, to be in your arms for eternity. He didn't want to pull away. He finally made a friend. You were his first friend.
Bachira Meguru used to think he was unlovable, but you proved him wrong. You proved he could, in fact, be loved. He wasn't a monster. He wasn't a freak. He was Bachira Meguru. Your best friend. And he wore that title with pride. Later on, he had the honour to be called your boyfriend, and he was even prouder of that one.
He used to think he would never find happiness. That's why, the moment the ref blew the whistle signalizing the end of Japan U-20 against Blue Lock eleven match and securing Blue Lock's victory, he couldn't think of anything else besides his girl. He ran across the field to you. Because you were like a magnet. He couldn't be apart from you, or else it felt like the whole earth would explode. He was yours and you were his. You both were meant to be.
"You did it! I love you, Meguru!"
He laughed. A pretty, genuine laugh followed by a couple of tears, beginning from his right eye, of course. His mother was recording behind you both, the blue lock team was smirking and whistling at the sight of you two and the television was streaming the moment for the whole world to see. But neither of you cared about the extra eyes. You were the only ones on the world. You always made him feel like that, and he hopes he makes you feel that way, too.
"I love you so much. Thank you."
Thank you for being with me. Thank you for being there. Thank you for not leaving me. Thank you for accepting the title of being my girlfriend proudly. Thank you for being you. Thank you for everything. Thank you.
He then lifted you and spun you in the air, smiling hard. He brought your lips closer and then kissed you. A kiss full of emotion and love. So much love: raw and pure.
You proved he wasn't just lovable. He was also capable of loving. And there's nothing prettier than loving someone.
Bachira Meguru was lovable, and you made sure to show him that. You loved him, and he would do everything to keep it that way forever.
~A/N: there's a "saying" that says that if you're crying and the first tear is from the left eye, you're crying from sadness. If the first tear comes out of the right eye, they're happy tears!!
Masterlist
october 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira
content warnings - somnophilia, drugging, baby trapping, gas lighting, fingering, cunilingus, mentions of bondage, suggested wet dream
MDNI!
suguru geto
“You're the prettiest when you're quiet, you know.” Geto whispered in your ear, his breath warm and teasing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers prodded gently at your gummy walls, the sensation both familiar and electrifying, making it a marvel that you could sleep through his ministrations.
“Don't have to fight with you for the last word, feisty little brat.” He smirked, the sound of his voice low and playful, as his thumb worked nimbly at your sensitive bud of nerves. The way he moved was both skilled and relentless, a rhythm that thrummed through you like a heartbeat.
He noticed you stirring, the soft flutter of your lashes against your cheeks, but that didn’t deter him. The heat of his body enveloped you, his fingers dancing with a deliberate precision that sent waves of warmth pooling in your core. Each stroke was a whisper against the backdrop of the night, and you found it harder to resist the pull of awareness tugging at you.
He prodded his fingers at your entrance, ensuring to capture the webs of your arousal drenching his fingers. “Suguru?” you groggily called out, trying to figure out just what the heck was going on. “What are you…doing?” you now adjusted to the feeling of a man's finger inside you. “You woke me up, love.” He half confessed, not steeling his movements.
The palm of his hand cupped the top of your vulva to give him better access to your sweeter spot causing you to spread your legs a bit for him to get better access. “You were calling out to me. I couldn't just let you suffer.” His words as tantalizingly sweet as honey.
rindou haitani
Rindou brushed a strand away from your face as his hips snapped against yours harshly. You sleeped peaceful– not willingly; you were drugged. You were so perfect like this; pliable. He dug his nails into your hips as he anchored himself there.
You kept denying his advances. He didn't need to be this way. He's a green flag for Pete's sake! He was charming and kind and even a little awkward but something about him was a bit off putting for you. So you turned him down, time and again. In his mind, even the biggest oak tree could be cut down with a spoon eventually.
But he grew tired of waiting. Your insistence to keep turning him down, although endearing, was annoying. This entire “hard-to-get” act wore him down. Which was exactly why you were in this position now.
Rindo never wanted to resort to these tactics; you forced his hand. He didn’t want to deceive you into housesitting; you left him no choice but to lie. He never wanted to baby trap you, yet your actions drove him to it. If only you had truly listened when he made it clear, time and again, that you were the one he desired.
Now, he has you tied to his bed, fulfilling a twisted plan. As he prepares to drive the nail in the coffin, he’s counting on you to realize you’re pregnant. In that moment of vulnerability, he’ll offer his support, all while weaving his web of manipulation. He knows your unstable emotions will leave you questioning your choices, and he’ll be there to position himself as your only option. It’s a game to him—a way to ensure you see him as your savior, even if it means playing with your heart and mind. Who knows how far he’ll go to keep you under his control?
meguru bachira
Sweet dreams. This whimsical scene is not unusual for you; your dreams often carry the essence of warmth and friendship, a reflection of your cheerful spirit. It's a comforting reminder that even in your slumber, the bonds you share with others continue to thrive, turning ordinary moments into sweet, sweet memories that linger long after the morning light breaks.
However, your sweet, sweet boyfriend isn't always granted the kindness of such jovial dreams. Most times, he doesn't dream at all. When he does dream though, just like tonight, it's often of you and it ends up making him make a mess on his briefs. Tonight, he didn't feel like being the only messy one so he got to work. He snuck his way under the sheets, gliding his fingers along the curve of your legs. “You made me all messy again, sweet thing.” He whispered as he made his way between your legs.
He trailed kisses up from your knees and between your thighs till he reached the warmth at the top where he placed a light kiss atop your underwear. “Let's see how long you can stay asleep.” He snickered a bit to himself as he hooked his fingers along the sides of your underwear and pulled it down just enough for him to work.
The pads of his fingers mush between your puffy lips, gently pressing the folds open so he could feast. The wet muscle of his tongue peered up and between your folds, lapping at the fluids. His mouth sucked lewdly, resting the crook of his nose to ground his lips into lush flesh of your core further.
You pressed into pillows, oblivious the man feasting on you below your waist. All you could picture, were the blissful dreams now warped into graphic scenes of sweat drenched bodies colliding. Bachira worked his tongue in and out so deep, he was testing your limits.