He/She 🏳️🌈 Demisexual 20 Husband: Isagi Yoichi, Aleksander, Jiji, Mitsuru Hitokoe, Johnny Storm, Jaegyeon Na, Luffy, Dante. Vegetarian Severe Social and Generalized Anxiety, Alt Fashion, Manga, Animation, Pop 90s/2000s, Goth music, Rock and Metal.
ᥫ᭡ Dante’s confident, action oriented but soft-hearted protector, even his ideal type is someone who is physically strong, independent and combat skills but he admire your energetic, impulsiveness and humorous.
ᥫ᭡ Dante’s ESTP and you are ENFP so their chemistry is 93% which is higher so their relationship is consigliere, interest and imaginative so ESTP x ENFP is a high-energy, adventurous pairing that thrives on fun, spontaneity, and exploring new experiences, though they often struggle with deep communication differences but they share an appreciative, active, and social outlook.
ᥫ᭡ Dante’s playful/teasing/flirting type so i can tell when he’s interesting in you, he will definitely flirt you. his love language is acts of service so he would frequently sacrifices his own safety, money, and comfort to save his friends and the world. His "job" is an extension of this, focusing on protecting people from demon threats.
ᥫ᭡ Dante’s hobbies is driving motorcycles, playing guitar and drums, dancing and of course his favorite meal is pizza lol. You both love metal music and dancing, you and dante would have a very good time your hobbies dates so it means you both match their hobbies.
ᥫ᭡ Dante appreciate your love language especially physical touch because he would appreciate when you holding his hands, hugging, kissing and cuddling of course dante’s definitely not shy so he will give you back because he love you especially who you are. You both have quality of time so you both engaged in shared, active, or conversational activities rather than passive co-existence.
ᥫ᭡ You both love active like dancing, arcade especially you both love metal and gothic music so dante would take you on date at concert so you and dante would definitely dance, and listen at the music concert for example, Evanescence concert.
ᥫ᭡ Dante’s definitely confident person so he will definitely treat you like a princess, if you and dante have potential being marry he will definitely treat you like a queen if you someone hurt your feelings, he will kick their butt and make a piece.
ᥫ᭡ You both pizza except you are vegetarian even dante’s not vegetarian but he will buy a half of pepperoni, half of vegetables. So he will not focus himself so he will focus between you and him because he will not let you to get starve.
ᥫ᭡ You both have sense of humor so you both your crack up his jokes and your jokes as well. dante’s cocky, sarcastic humor but in good way with you but he will mock his enemies especially if enemies try to hurt you but dante would quickly defeat them so dante is definitely protective.
ᥫ᭡ Dante will present you his nephew nero and his allies lady, nico and trish but he understands your awkwardness so you don’t have to worry about it because they understand who you are especially you are in relationship with dante so it means you become part of the team.
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boyfriend!isagi was a keeper. he was someone you proudly introduced to your friends and family and they all loved him from the very beginning. he wasn't an arrogant bastard like your previous boyfriends, which was already a huge step up. he was more of a shy and introverted kind of guy who smiled awkwardly and blinked with his wide blue eyes, which made him easy to approach. even your father approved of him, even though he was a stuttering mess during the first family dinner.
boyfriend!isagi loves your parents as well. he needed some time to adjust before he could spend time with your family casually, watching tv or playing board games. your mom was mainly the one who was the lead of the conversations at first and isagi mainly just sat glued to your side on the couch, silently asking for support. however, every time soccer was brought up by your father, isagi's eyes visibly widened with childlike eagerness. your father was surprisingly interested in soccer as well, meaning that he happily listened isagi's rambles about different tactics on the field. it was cute how well they bonded eventually.
boyfriend!isagi loves it when you show up to his games. he never really asks you to - because he wants to see if you’re really that interested to see him playing, but it’s no surprise how important it is to him. probably every soccer boyfriend dreams of his pretty girlfriend to come and watch his games, but for isagi, it’s different. he knows that on the soccer field, he’s the best, most vulnerable and passionate version of himself out there. and because he sometimes has trouble expressing himself and his emotions to you - he feels that when you watch him play, you somehow see something very vulnerable, personal about him.
and of course, you absolutely loved to watch him play. every time your striker boyfriend scored, you screamed from the top of your lungs with his oversized jersey on.
boyfriend!isagi often sleeps over at your place before his games, because he feels like you bring him a sense of peace and comfort that he needs before games. he needs your love and affection to reach his flow, to be a true egoist, even if he rarely admits it out loud.
boyfriend!isagi is definitely an over thinker, someone who wants to figure out his feelings before expressing them to you. but that usually only leads to destruction, because unlike in soccer, he can put his over analyzing into physical work with game and tactics, but with feelings, it’s different. he just ends up panicking internally about some stupid tiny thing that would’ve been solved in a second if he just said it out loud.
boyfriend!isagi wants to treat you right, because a kind, pretty and supportive girlfriend like you deserves it. he wants to take you on dates and romantic walks, even if it makes him somewhat feel awkward and cliche. sometimes though, when he’s too focused in soccer, he might forget the plans you two had made. of course, he never means to do so and it always makes him feel absolutely awful about himself and it takes days for him to recover from that. but always, the next day, he shows up at your door with a genuinely miserable look and a heart shaped chocolate box in his hands, with a small card taped on the front, clumsy cursive writing on the paper.
i’m sorry, love :( i messed up. however i made this box by myself and picked your favorite chocolates there <3 -chi
jiji was the type to show up without a warning or invite himself over to your place. but when he showed up in the middle of the night at your place, panting from exhaustion, after having run all the way to your place, even you began to think that this wasn't usual for him.
“jiji, what are you doing he–”
“i can't stop thinking about you!”
jiji gave you no time to even finish your question. he didn't even have time to just walk to your place, so maybe you should've expected that he'd waste no time to get to the point.
“i can't think about anyone else but you. even when i try to forget about you, to just be your friend, you're still always on my mind. i can't hide it any longer, i can't pretend that i'm just joking around with you. i'm serious about this; i love you–!”
jiji was still panting as he finished speaking, leaning against the doorframe with one hand. you had never seen him like this before, so desperate and so vulnerable. you could tell this was important to him. you were important to him.
a soft smile hushed over your lips, as you looked at jiji. slowly, you reached out your hands, making jiji flinch for a second, before he leaned towards you, allowing you to gently cup his cheeks with your hands and get a closer look at him.
“you could've just told me any other time, you didn't need to pay me a visit in the middle of the night.” you teased, a grin on your lips. “but… i love you too, dummy. i thought you already knew that…”
“he, guess i am a dummy.” jiji grinned, taking a deep breath, as his breathing seemed to finally stabilize. “but… i could be your dummy, if you let me~?”
“are you asking me out right now~?” you teased, slowly leaning in closer and closer with each word. you were desperate to finally kiss jiji, but you couldn't pass up on a little more banter.
“i'm asking if you'll let me be your boyfriend.” jiji clarified. “and if you'll let me kiss y–”
you didn't let him finish that sentence, simply pulling jiji in closer and giving him that kiss that you both wanted to have so desperately. you could feel him smile against your lips during it, before pulling away and cheekily asking: “is that answer enough~?”
jiji chuckled, leaning in a little closer and whispering against your lips: “maybe i need just one more kiss to know for sure…”
summary: cutsey headcanons for everyones favorite egoist Isagi Yoichi (HIMsagi GOATichi) a bit of a school AU but you can add your own nuances to it ofc I just tried to be general
warnings: purest of fluff (your heart might explode)
BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy 🤍 - aria
pre!boyfriend isagi who shows his feelings through sweet acts of service before he’s ready to tell you head on. Need a partner for that project? He’s already slipping into the desk beside you, a smile on his face. Left your pencil case in homeroom? He’ll run however many miles to ensure it gets back to you. (could’ve texted you but he wants to hand it to you like Prince Charming). Forgot your lunch that day? he’s already splitting half his bento to give to you.
pre!boyfriend isagi who may be afraid to confront you about his feelings off the bat but will go so far out of his way to form a friendship with you first. Immediately introduces himself as soon as you catch his eye. You guys exchange numbers and socials and the rest is history: late night phone calls, weekend hangouts, walking you to school every morning. This boy wants to be your bestie before he swoops in for the goal (and steals your heart!)
pre!boyfriend isagi who wants to immerse himself in your interests and vise versa. No matter what it is you’re into he knows that understanding your passions will help him further understand you. Loves seeing you in the stands during his practice or games. Will literally melt at the sight of you cheering for him. “Clean up on left field, this boy just turned into a puddle of mush!”
pre!boyfriend isagi who can’t help but brush his hand and arm against yours when you walk together. Can’t help but press his leg to yours when sitting together. Can’t help but offer to carry your bags or books. Can’t help but pick that “lint” out of your hair or that “eyelash” on your face (totally not an excuse to touch you). Can’t help but tug you closer to him in crowded spaces. Can’t help but stare endlessly into your eyes everytime you speak (the BEST listener ever btw)
pre!boyfriend isagi who realizes he doesn’t want to waste another second of his life not being able to call you his. Uses the first moment he gets alone with you to take your hands in his and give you the most honest and heartfelt confession. He’s blushing lightly but confident in the connection he’s worked hard to build with you.
boyfriend!isagi who cant wait to be able to hold your hand in public, pull you in for quick kisses, wrap his arm around you whenever he wants, hold you close to him on the couch or in bed, tell you how perfect you are everyday, and never let you forget that he feels like the luckiest boy in the world when he’s with you.
boyfriend!isagi who can’t wait to introduce you to all his friends. You meet Bachira first (obvi) and the three of you become an unstoppable trio. Loves having you at post game celebrations and having you as his personal cheerleader (this boy would do anything to win the game and make you proud)
boyfriend!isagi who dies at the thought of you referring to him as “your boyfriend” and getting to say “my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner. he loves talking about you to his parents! They’re so happy to meet you and so glad that he has someone who cares for him. His mom def shows you all his baby photos (babysagi!)
boyfriend!isagi who takes you on the cutest dates and loves when you take him on dates too (makes him feel like a special boy). He always tries to do something where the two of you can spend a lot of time talking or have a nice experience together. He’s so open and willing to try new things with you, having you in his life has opened him up as a person. He’s also never not happy to just spend the night in snuggled up watching a movie/tv show/anime. (Aside: I have an isagi x reader one shot idea where they go on a date to a butterfly garden that I may potentially post Idk yet)
boyfriend!isagi who is constantly worrying about your health and wellbeing. You can’t tell me he isn’t the kind of guy to constantly check up on you, making sure you’re ok physically and mentally as often as he can. If ever you’re feeling upset or in pain/sick he goes into doctor mode and will do everything in his power to help. If all else fails he will just hold you and promise that his love will make it all better (he’s a loving optimist what can I say)
boyfriend!isagi who is the first to admit that he is absolutely smitten and totally wrapped around your finger because he will forever be in awe that he had the chance to share his love and be loved by someone so special <3
I’d love to do some more specific headcanons on him but I kept these as generic as possible and tried my best to capture just how sweetboy coded he is lol.
At first, he’s super shy and awkward about being someone’s boyfriend. He’s used to analyzing plays, not romance.
"D-Do you like... want to hold hands? Or... is that too fast?"
He overthinks everything — not because he’s unsure of you, but because he wants to get it right.
"Okay, if we meet at 5:00 and the train takes 18 minutes and it’s a 4-minute walk to the café, that gives us a 2-minute buffer. Perfect."
You get texts like:
“Good luck on your test today!! I believe in you”
“You didn’t eat yet, right? I left a sandwich in your bag.”
“Can’t stop thinking about your smile today. It kinda powered me through practice.”
He’s your #1 hype man. If you’re feeling down? He drops everything to support you — even if it’s over something small.
“You got through today. That’s more than enough. I’m proud of you.”
Protective in a quiet way. Not possessive, but aware. He’ll step a little closer when someone’s being weird, glance at you with silent concern, and walk you home even if it’s raining and he’s exhausted.
He likes hugging you from behind while resting his chin on your shoulder, especially when he's tired after practice.
Kisses with Isagi are soft and gentle. He always pauses first — like he’s memorizing your face — then kisses you like it’s the first time, every time.
When you wear his hoodie or jersey, he literally freezes. His brain just blue screens.
"...You're...really cute. Like, unfairly cute. I need a moment."
Cuddles? He’s a golden retriever. Clingy in the softest way. He loops an arm around you and buries his face in your neck like it’s the most natural thing.
He absolutely adores when you cheer for him at games. He scans the crowd to find you, and once he does? Tunnel vision. All he can think is:
"I want to score for them."
Training dates. He’ll try to show you how to shoot goals — then laugh when you kick the ball into a bush.
“That was... impressive in a different way.”
When he wins, he does the heart hands at you from across the field (blushing the whole time).
If he ever loses or has a bad day? He’ll call you and just quietly ask, “…Can I come over?” He doesn’t even need to talk — he just needs you.
Movie nights mean leaning into your side, popcorn on your lap, and him gasping at the plot twists.
“Wait — HE was the villain??”
He’s a sucker for compliments. If you call him “cool” or “handsome,” he turns bright red and tries to brush it off… but you know he replays it in his head all day.
Anniversaries? He plans thoughtful little surprises — like printing out a photo of your first date and writing “Thanks for changing my life” on the back.
If you’re sick, he shows up with medicine, soup, and a full PowerPoint of how he’ll take care of you.
He saves every note, photo, and drawing you give him — even silly ones. They’re all in a box under his bed, labeled with your name.
One time, you wore his team hoodie to school and someone commented on it. He just looked smug and said:
“Yeah. They’re mine.”
When he’s traveling for matches, he texts nonstop. You get airport photos, sleepy hotel selfies, and messages like:
“I wish you were here. The bed’s cold without you.”
He believes in you more than you believe in yourself sometimes.
“Even if you don’t feel strong right now… you are. I’ve seen it.”
You’re the one person he lets his guard down around — no strategies, no ego, just Yoichi.
At the end of the day, you’re his dream. Blue Lock or not, he knows the greatest goal he’s scored… is you.
He tries to fight it, tries to pretend he’s not, but he’s basically obsessed with you. He has your location saved to your phone, he texts you almost constantly and when you’re together, he always has a hand on your body.
It comes out the most in the early mornings, when you’re getting ready for the day and he’s just gotten back from a long night of protecting the city. He’ll curl up next to you in bed, follow you around the house while you brush your teeth, give you those pleading eyes and beg you to stay home with him.
Even now, while you’re in the shower, you can’t get a moment’s peace. You’re mid washing your body, soapy loofah clenched in your hand, when you hear the door click open and soft footsteps enter the room.
“Dick?” You call out, poking your head through the shower curtain.
He offers you a sleepy wave, stripping out of his clothes without a second thought. You sigh, finishing washing yourself and stepping under the stream to leave more room for Dick.
His head immediately finds the crook of your neck when he steps into the shower, body falling over yours. There’s bruises on his hips, leading up his abdomen. Your hands trace them, fingers gentle on his skin.
“Couldn’t live without me for a few minutes?” You hum, “missed me too much?”
You can feel him smile against your skin. “I always miss you, sweetheart.”
“Suck up.”
“Only for you.” He kisses at your shoulder, hands soft on your waist, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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• he loves when you come to his games. seeing you in the stands, all your attention pinned onto him, chanting his name and screaming every time he touches the ball? that makes his heart flutter with an unexplainable emotion.
• he constantly brags about you to his friends — post game celebration? he has to mention your dinner plans tonight. going bowling with bachira and hiori? somehow they now know about your secret "talent" in the sport.
• whenever you get intimate with him, hes all over you, his eyes and hands never leave your body, your face or your hair. he kisses you all over, not one scar or "imperfection" left untouched. he is completely and wholly smitten by you.
• he finds your thighs irresistible. especially in shorts. hes staring all day, hands lingering on your bare legs, waiting for the moment when he can finally worship and enjoy their beauty in private.
• when he has a long day, the moment he comes back home he flops onto you, waiting for your hands to drift into his soft dark hair, massaging his scalp delicately. he falls asleep instantly snoring softly with a serene expression on his face.
• isagi loves when you buy new clothes with his money and try them on for him. he sits patiently in the changing room chairs, waiting for you to come out in your new attire. and when you do, hes always breath taken. your nervous expression, your shy body language- he just finds you so adorable
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Your affections for Luffy are obvious to everyone... except Luffy.
pairing(s): monkey d luffy x gn!reader, nami x reader (platonic), usopp x reader (platonic)
warning(s): none, i think
a/n: well, luffy won the poll, so here he is in all his clueless glory! enjoy!
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Love likes to sneak up on the best of us, especially when we least expect it. Of course, that thought in itself is a cliché, but clichés are cliché for a reason, yes? They are considered trite and overdone because so many people have experienced it, repeated it, and now, here you are, having the same thoughts about love that many have had before you as you come face to face with the man you’ve unexpectedly—perhaps even unwillingly—fallen head over heels for: Monkey D. Luffy.
All of your unspoken feelings come to light on a calm day when there are no Marines chasing the crew or WE newspapers delivering unprecedented news, and—perhaps this is the real reason—the Straw Hat Pirates are undeniably, perpetually bored and up to no good.
You’re sitting on the stairs, towards the edge of the Sunny, leaned forward, arms folded against your knees, resting your chin against your arms, and watching the waves form and crash against the hull of The Thousand Sunny. You inhale the fresh, ocean air and smile contentedly to yourself, quietly taking the peaceful atmosphere in as you appreciate the rare downtime. It’s not until a few familiar voices rip through the air that your attention is pulled away from the sea.
“What do you mean it’s a stupid idea?! It’s a fun idea!” You hear Luffy exclaim, sounding as if a “genius” idea of his had just been shut down.
“Luffy, you could get hurt. What if something goes wrong and you catapult yourself into the sea too far away from us to get to you? You can’t always rely on one of us to be able to jump in and pull you out.” Nami’s voice—ever hysterical, yet logically sound—replies, shutting Luffy’s idea—for who knows what—down.
Luffy groans loudly.
“Buuuut, Namiii!” He complains, dragging out the words petulantly.
“You know, Luffy, Nami’s right,” Usopp cuts in. “Just because something seems like fun doesn’t make it a good idea.”
Luffy groans again, but he looks away from the navigator and sniper as he does. That’s the moment he spots you tucked away in the corner across the deck.
“Wait a second! Let’s ask Y/N! I know they’ll think my idea is cool.” Luffy immediately takes off running in your direction, stretching his arm out to grab the stair rail next to you as he does, catapulting himself into your space at a much quicker rate.
As Luffy’s arms snap back into place, he comes to a stop right in front of you, face leaning forward into yours. Luffy’s bright, round eyes stare at you expectantly.
“What do you think, Y/N?” Luffy asks with a wide grin.
“Oh, uh,” you stumble over your words, brain short circuiting at the proximity to Luffy.
“I, um. I, well, I’m sure it’s a great idea, Lu,” you say softly and without fully understanding what you’re saying is a good idea.
“Luffy, you can’t ask Y/N!” Usopp complains. “That’s cheating.”
“Huh? What?” Luffy asks, turning his head to face Usopp without moving away from you.
“Usopp’s right,” Nami agrees, crossing her arms as she watches you and Luffy. You’re certain she’s caught on to your flushed cheeks and stumbled-over words.
“Right about what?” Luffy presses, head tilting in confusion.
“Y/N will agree with anything you say, Luffy. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” Usopp says, crossing his arms.
“That’s not true! Y/N, tell them that’s not true!” Luffy prompts you, still not bothering to move away from you.
You feel your face flush with warmth.
“Ahem,” you cough out. “Y-yeah, guys. That’s not true.”
Usopp and Nami groan, Usopp throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation.
“That literally proves Usopp’s point!” Nami says, voice a little shrill as her eye twitches.
Luffy looks between your flushed face and his irritated crew mates.
“I don’t get it,” he says simply.
“Y/N’S IN LOVE WITH YOU!” Usopp shouts finally. “SURELY YOU CAN SEE THAT THEY GO ALONG WITH ALL YOUR CRAZY IDEAS BECAUSE THEY’RE EMBARRASSINGLY IN LOVE WITH YOU, LUFFY!”
“USOPP!” Nami shrieks, hitting Usopp on the head at his deceleration. “Don’t tell him!”
“OW!” Usopp complains, holding the growing welt on his head from Nami’s fist.
“Y/N’s not in love with me,” Luffy says with a dumbfounded voice, wide eyes full of confusion.
You, however, have frozen in place, face so warm it feels as crimson as fire. There’s no way Usopp would just spill your secret like that, is there? Of course there is; Usopp can never keep his big mouth shut. How do Nami and Usopp even know that you like Luffy? Are you that obvious? Surely not… At least Luffy didn’t know. Maybe he still doesn’t. One can hope, right?
You cough awkwardly.
“Yeah, guys. I’m not in love with Luffy. Psh. Crazy talk.” You hear the words leave your mouth, and even you have to admit you don’t sound convincing.
Usopp and Nami blanch at the same time at the same time at the spectacle in front of them.
“You’re kidding me,” Nami says.
“You’re joking,” Usopp says.
Both of your crew mates look absolutely appalled by your denial—and by Luffy’s utter confusion.
"No?" You and Luffy both question at the same time.
"Luffy, Y/N is obviously in love with you. Why do you think they're the only person who doesn't get mad when you steal their food?" Usopp argues.
"Or the only one who always volunteers to follow every single whim of yours?" Nami adds.
"Or the first person to jump into the sea to fish you out when you fall in?"
"Or volunteer to do your chores when you complain too loudly about them?"
"Okay! Okay! He gets it. You two can stop now," you groan, burying your face in your hands.
Nami and Usopp huff, but they quiet down. Luffy has finally turned his whole attention to you, and when he speaks, it is uncharacteristically gentle.
"Y/N, is that true?" He asks. "Are you in love with me?"
The way Luffy poses the questions is so incredibly genuine that you almost don't feel embarrassed to answer, and you let yourself raise your head to meet his expecting gaze, no longer hiding. Because it’s as if Luffy doesn't care whether or not Nami and Usopp are teasing him or you as long as your feelings are true—as long as the way you feel about him is just as strong as the way he feels about you. Because maybe Luffy is not the person to truly understand what love is in a romantic sense, and maybe to him, love is simply a deep connection between him and someone he cares deeply for—would do anything for. Maybe for him—and you, too—love is able to exist in a quiet, unspoken way that rears its head through small, careful actions. For you and your energetic captain, love can be sharing food, and quiet naps, and laughter, and adventure, and everything your relationship has been from the start. Maybe the only people who need to name this connection between you are people who aren't you; people who have labels that will never quite fit a man as eccentric as Monkey D. Luffy and the person eccentric enough to love him.
"Of course I am," you finally mumble, voice quiet but sure.
"Well, good," Luffy grins, "because I love you, too! Now, lets go do something fun!"'
With that, Luffy grabs your hand and pulls you in the direction of his newest adventure, and the thing is, nothing has really changed. It's just you and him having fun on the sea. Together.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - an overachiever in love as much as he is on the field
ᰔ isagi definitely fumbled over his words when confessing his love for you, despite having practiced it to himself over and over, to the point where the lines became second nature to him, your name looping as a nostalgic memory. yes, it was irritating that he needed to practice a love confession, something that should be purely from the heart, raw. instead it felt stiff and professional, almost unnatural. yet, this was his way of love. breaking his feelings down into familiar patterns and memorising the methods of it all, helped to create a clear sign of how valuable you are to him, despite his cluttered habits. as his pressure mounted, his distressed demeanour would immediately melt at the sight of you contently laughing at his clumsy efforts to impress you, replacing panic with warmth in his eyes. why would he try so hard to steal your heart when every instinct of his advised him that it was worth fighting for?
ᰔ there’s no denying he is SUCH a dry texter, which makes it so difficult to believe that he’s the same person who’s able to talk so animatedly face-to-face with you, as if the barrier of a screen makes his words shrink, as he forgets how to be anything but brief. with his replies being short, he also has such an irritating habit of responding with nothing but an emoji, or two at most. you could send a paragraph of you pouring your heart out, asking about his day, what meals he had today or how training went for him, all for him to reply with an obnoxious 👌 or 🙂. yet you know it’s not because he doesn’t care. if anything, he’s probably reread your messages about three times, carefully clarifying every word, before deciding that one emoji is enough to say, i’m listening.
ᰔ he is so heedful when it comes to you, with his every action deeply rooted with intentional sentiments, and never once allowing you to feel as if your love is to be taken for granted. training ran too long? don’t you stress, he’s already scheduling a comforting meal to be sent your way, and if time allows, he’ll squeeze in a short but heartfelt video call with you, just to see your face, no matter how exhausted the day has felt for him. by the time he hangs up, bachira begins to relentlessly tease him about being completely “swooned” for you, while isagi just flushes yet keeps his composure despite himself.
ᰔ he absolutely flexes on purpose whenever you watch his matches, but never out of jealousy, just subtle pride. knowing that you’re somewhere in the stands shifts his perspective entirely. the moment his eyes spot you cheering, enthusiasm painted all over your face, as if you already know this play is for you, a warm wave of dignity settles deep in his chest. every motion of his is keenly deliberate, with his movements becoming swifter and sharper, his decisions no longer dwelled upon and every pass or score executed with precision and intention of proving to you exactly how capable he is. once he scores, his gaze begins to instinctively scan the stands, a sweet, boyish grin eagerly bubbling to the surface of his lips, leaving his shoulders to rest the moment he recognises that look of yours, undeniably proud, the single glance offering all the reassurance he desired.
ᰔ he never forces you to comply with his lifestyle, no matter how stressful it is for him. he would never dare to let his responsibilities fall onto you. his training takes a big toll on his everyday life and routines, so whenever he has spare time, you can count on him to be stuck to you like glue. as affectionate as he already is, add the fact that he dreads not seeing you for at least more than 6 hours with him falling apart at the sight of you. the moment he sees you again, all his composure has faded, no matter how collected he was throughout the day, the moment you’re back in his engulfing arms, all that restraint crumbles and his voice softens as he blurts out just how strong he was for surviving the great tragedy of not spending time with you. the relief that washes over his face once he sees you again is almost comical with zero shame, dramatic in the most earnest way.
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YET ANOTHER TAG GAME! Because I’m extremely bored right now…
↳ Using this template below…
↳ RULES: Tag your mutuals, and using this template above and pick nine characters that you would ship your mutuals with and why? This can be based off personality or vibes, have fun! :) Expanations are optional!
⋆.𐙚 ̊ For @tillichan
Shoto Todoroki: Quiet, emotionally reserved—but gentle. You’d help him open up, and he’d be very protective in a calm, steady way.
Zen Wisteria: Healthy, respectful love. He’d admire your kindness and never push your boundaries—just quietly support and protect you.
Allen Walker: One of the most selfless type of people.. he’d deeply respect your kindness and share your desire to care for others.
Shin-Ah: Quiet, shy, but incredibly devoted. You’d understand each other without needing many words.
Gilbert Nightray: Loyal, protective, and gentle beneath his rough edges. He’d feel comforted by your warmth.
Malleus Draconia: As usual, very perfect for you. He loves quiet, nature, and deep connection. He’d cherish your presence and protect your peaceful world.
Xavier: Gentle, devoted, and emotionally present. He’d naturally match your calm and caring personality.
Luke Pearce: Soft, loyal childhood-friend energy. He’d prioritize your comfort and happiness above everything.
Vyn Richter: Calm, intelligent, and attentive. He’d understand your emotions deeply and treat you with quiet elegance.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ For @luminous95
Satoru Gojo: Confident, funny, charismatic just exactly your type. BUT he also knows when to be serious and protective. He’d make you laugh constantly while being your safe place.
Loid Forger: Mature, calm, dependable. He balances your overthinking and sensitivity with stability and reassurance.
Mamoru Chiba: Classic “gentleman + romantic protector.” He fits your desire for emotional connection and soft romance perfectly.
Tooru Oikawa: Flirty, funny, confident, but actually very attentive. He’d hype you up, make you laugh, and bring out your more outgoing side.
Kento Nanami: Mature, reliable, emotionally grounded. Perfect for your need for healthy communication and stability.
Hawks: Charismatic, playful, but secretly caring. He keeps things fun while still being emotionally present.
Artem Wing: Mature, composed, respectful. He’d support your growth and take your feelings seriously.
Tamaki Suoh: Dramatic, romantic, funny, he’d adore you and treat you like a princess.
Vanitas: Chaotic but charming. You’d balance him, and he’d keep your life exciting.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ For @sweetlikevanilaaa
Kenma Kozume: Social energy depends on comfort level. You’re more reserved in general settings but open up with close friends, preferring calm, low-pressure interactions.
Izuku Midoriya: Hardworking, rule-following, and quietly ambitious. People see you as smart and reliable, and you both overthink, feel deeply, and try your best in everything.
Silver Vanrouge: Calm, polite, and kind by default. You both have a peaceful presence and don’t seek attention, but people feel comfortable around you.
Deuce Spade: Your “goody two shoes” side shows here, following rules, wanting to be better, and working hard to maintain a good image.
Cove Holden: Soft, emotionally aware, and values meaningful bonds over surface-level friendships. You both prefer a few deep connections rather than many shallow ones.
Rei Kiriyama: Quiet, introspective, emotionally deep. You both process feelings internally and can struggle with self-image but still push forward.
Shigeo Kageyama: Calm exterior with strong emotions underneath. You both try to stay composed, but when emotions hit, they’re intense.
Haruki Sakurai: Gentle, thoughtful, and emotionally intelligent. Values connection and understanding others, much like your empathetic side.
Neil Watts: Observant and remembers details about people. You both pick up on things others miss and connect through shared moments.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ For @junevnti
Zen: He’s open and affectionate, so he balances your shyness with feelings and says what you struggle to.
Denki Kaminari: He keeps conversations going and matches your playful energy, while you keep him grounded.
Yuki Sohma: Calm and respectful he gives you space and builds a soft, slow connection.
Osamu Miya: Chill and teasing! He matches your humor and low-effort but meaningful vibe.
Ranpo Edogawa: Confident and witty, he plays off your observant, supportive nature easily.
Childe: Playful and a bit chaotic he’d enjoy your reactions and teasing, while you keep him grounded and steady.
Kageyama Tobio: More quiet and blunt, but very reliable he’d show care through actions, which matches how you give and receive affection.
Sampo: Teasing, unserious on the surface he’d match your “annoying for fun” energy, but you’d be the one keeping things grounded.
Kazuha: Kazuha fits your calm, go-with-the-flow nature perfectly he’s gentle, open-minded, and easy to be around, so you’d never feel pressured to talk or act a certain way.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ For @frostfallen-tryst
Tabito Karasu: Both of you read people too well. There’s constant mental sparring and smug banter, and there’s mutual respect without emotional clinginess.
Hiromi Higuruma: You challenge his ideals, he challenges your detachment. There’s a lot of quiet tension and deep talks, and slow burn with actual growth.
Genya Shinazugawa: Rough, not emotionally polished, no pressure on you. You tease him and then he gets flustered but softens over time around you.
Felix Fraldarius: The both of you are blunt… there’s no sugarcoating or no emotional demands. Mutual respect + you annoy him (on purpose).
Yuri Leclerc: You both are clever, and a little manipulative. There’s always flirty mind games and teasing, but it’s never boring, just some tension.
Rolan: Prideful but easy to provoke. You tease then he spirals and you enjoy it. Ends up being genuinely devoted.
Gortash: Power couple energy. No control issues, just strategy and mutual benefit. You’re equals, not dependent.
Jing Yuan: Calm, patient, gives you full freedom.You bring unpredictability, he balances it. Relaxed but strong connection.
Jamil Viper: He’s controlled, observant, and used to reading people, so you can’t easily throw him off. He values independence and restraint, so he won’t smother you.
Thank you for the tag! Gojo?! Really?! Interesting, i didn’t expect that (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) loid and hawk!! I love them! Hmm i didn’t expect i got tamaki and oikawa. I love it, again thank you so much!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
┃ Rin Itoshi ( Blue Lock ) | Malleus Draconia ( Disney: Twisted-Wonderland ) Megumi Fushiguro ( Jujutsu Kaisen ) | Shoto Todoroki ( My Hero Academia ) | Armin Arlert ( Attack on Titan ) | Allen Walker ( D.Gray-man ) | Yoichi Isagi ( Blue Lock ) | Zanka Nijiku ( Gachiakuta ) | Giyu Tomioka ( Demon Slayer ) ┃
🏷️ No pressure tags: @jijishidou @archive-of-the-lost @rinthelordofbean @noroi-om @sweetlikevanilaaa and anyone who wants to participate! ( tag me who wants to ship me and I’ll do same for you! )
I’m apologize that i didn’t explain why because currently i’m busy but if you want to why i ship you, feel free to ask me on dms and i ’ll promise to explain why. ( • ᴗ - ) ✧
isagi with a reader who’s super affectionate and clingy to him? they’re always kissing his cheeks or lips and just basically super loving and calling him cute and stuff?
yesss cute fluffy isagi 🥹 thank you for the req!
professional complimenter
isagi yoichi x gn!reader (who is very clingy). fluff! ooc isagi
isagi thought you were ridiculous most days when you hung off his arm or tugged his face down to kiss his cheek for the third time that hour. though he didn’t often proposition you, he never stopped you, either.
“you’re so cute,” you hummed, squishing his face between your palms to pucker his lips. “why are you so cute? what’s your problem?”
“ask my parents,” he replied, his words a little muffled with your hands on his cheeks.
he always tried to act like he was unaffected, like this wasn’t a regular occurrence. you could often be found pressing kisses to his face or hugging his back while he watched soccer matches, and isagi’s ears always went pink at your affection.
one time you climbed into his lap just to cup his face and go, “cutie.” isagi’s first instinct was to hide his face and call you a liar, but then you kissed his nose and said it again.
“stop,” he said halfheartedly, covering his ears to hide the redness. he knew that wouldn’t stop you, which is exactly why he did it.
you shuffled closer and pulled his hands away, repositioning them around your waist. “no. you’re cute. live with it.”
and isagi loved it. yours words and actions have him red in the face, and you aren’t the type to ignore that.
“you’re totally blushing.”
“no, i’m not.”
“yeah, you are. great, now you’re even more adorable. what am i gonna do with you?”
he pretended to zip his lips before moving to get away from your teasing.
you caught his hand before he could get too far. “awww, you’re getting shy~”
“shut up.”
he didn’t pull away, though, and didn’t tell you to stop when clung to him and smothered him with more affection. he’d never tell you, but the soft smile was enough to express how he “secretly” wished you’d never stop.
↳ RULES: Tag your mutuals below, then you’ll make a moodboard of the characters that act like them based off their personality or based off of vibes, please feel free to give explanations as to why those characters are like them! Get to know your mutuals even more!
Momo Yaoyorozu (My Hero Academia), Rin Tohsaka (Fate/stay Night), Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender), Marin Kitagawa (My Dress-Up Darling), Epel Felmier (Twisted Wonderland), Ai Hoshino (Oshi No Ko), Power (Chainsaw Man), Ai Hayasaka (Kaguya-sama: Love Is War), and Erina Nakiri (Food Wars!)
Komi Shoko (Komi Can’t Communicate), Mai Sakurajima (Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai), Norbara Kugisaki (Jujustu Kaisen), Shizuku Mizutani (My Little Monster), Kaguya Shinomiya (Kaguya-sama: Love Is War), Hange Zoe (Attack On Titan), Idia Shroud (Twisted Wonderland), Nana Osaki (Nana), and Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)
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You often thought that dating Monkey D. Luffy meant a life dictated by pure, chaotic spontaneity, fueled by meat and the pursuit of adventure. And while that was largely true—a day with Luffy was never boring, and usually involved dodging at least one misplaced Gomu Gomu no Pistol—there was one small, surprisingly intimate ritual that had become the steady, predictable pillar of your relationship: the lip balm game.
You were a collector. Not of stamps or seashells, but of high-quality, deeply moisturizing lip products. From tinted balms that enhanced your natural, rich lip color, to thick, glossy salves designed to fight the harsh dryness of whatever climate Luffy dragged you into next, you had a comprehensive arsenal. And Luffy, bless his focused, simple heart, had developed an entirely new level of sensory perception dedicated solely to discerning which specific flavor or scent you were wearing that day.
It was his personal challenge, his very own observation Haki, reserved only for your mouth.
Scene I: Mint and the Morning After
The sunlight was weak that morning, filtering through the blinds of the apartment you shared—a rarity of domesticity squeezed between grand voyages. You were still half-asleep, tangled in the heavy limbs of the rubber man beside you. Luffy was already awake, though, his dark eyes wide and fixed on the ceiling, probably planning breakfast, a future fight, or how to get you to cook dinner three times in one day.
You shifted, rolling onto his chest. He smelled like clean cotton and the distant memory of last night’s roasted chicken. You stretched your lips, feeling the familiar tingle of the lip treatment you’d applied before bed—a heavy, clear salve with a distinct, invigorating kick.
Luffy’s gaze dropped immediately to your mouth. His thumb gently ghosted over the curve of your bottom lip—not to wipe anything away, but just to register the texture.
"Hmm," he rumbled, the sound vibrating pleasantly through your skull. "That one's the cold one."
You chuckled, a low, sleepy sound. "That is the least descriptive guess you’ve ever given, idiot."
"It is!" he insisted, sitting up slightly, which forced you to adjust your head. He brought his face close, his nose wrinkling as he inhaled. "It smells like when Sanji tries to hide the fact that he burnt the tea for Nami, so he puts a lot of those little leaf things in the air. Strong."
"Spearmint," you corrected, letting him kiss the tip of your nose. "Or, more accurately, peppermint bark scrub. It’s supposed to wake up the circulation."
"Good," he decided, promptly leaning in for a proper kiss. The moment your lips met, the cool sharpness of the mint was undeniable, immediately chased by the warmth of his mouth. He pulled back, examining the residual shine on his own lips.
"It tastes like when I eat too much gum," he concluded happily. "But in a good way. It makes your lips look like wet chocolate, though. Nice."
You pinched his bicep playfully. "Thank you. Now go find us some meat."
The game wasn’t just about the scent, you knew. It was about his intimate, almost literal, consumption of your presence. He knew the difference between the buttery feel of your thick shea balms—the foundation of your routine—and the slick, light coating of a high-shine gloss. He knew the slight grain of the sugar scrubs you used weekly. For Luffy, these were not cosmetics; they were markers of your comfort, your beauty routine, and therefore, essential knowledge.
Scene II: The Exotic Guess
Later that afternoon, you were getting ready to meet the rest of the crew for a rare, shore-leave-pizza night. You stood in front of the mirror, appreciating how the light caught the high points of your skin and the deep, rich tone of your blouse.
Today, you decided to wear one of your more challenging flavors. It was a new acquisition—a balm that had a subtle, complex scent profile. It wasn't fruity, but sweet, grounded, and slightly spicy. You carefully applied a generous layer of the balm, watching how the rich brown-red stain perfected the natural color of your lips. It was a formula specifically designed for Black skin, offering pigment without chalkiness, and you felt undeniably good in it.
Luffy, surprisingly, was waiting patiently on the bed. He wasn't watching you dress (he rarely paid attention to clothes), but he was watching your hands as they performed the familiar ritual of application.
As soon as you turned from the mirror, he was up and across the room in two long, elastic steps. He trapped you gently, his hands resting lightly on your hips.
"Now," he said, his voice low with intense concentration. "This one is hard."
"Is it?" you teased, trying to pull away, but he held firm.
He leaned in, his eyes closed, inhaling deeply the scent that radiated from your mouth. The anticipation was always half the fun.
"Not citrus," he muttered, shaking his head. "Not berries. But sweet. It smells like the inside of a spice cupboard when Chopper leaves it open. But nicer."
You tilted your chin up, daring him to fail. "Think harder, Captain."
He pressed his forehead against yours, agonizing over the puzzle. "It’s warm. Like… like when Sanji makes the brown cookies instead of the white ones. But wetter."
You burst out laughing. "Wetter?"
"Yes! It’s heavy! It feels thick, like honey, but it smells like… the little sticks that Zoro always loses. Cinnamon?"
"Getting closer," you encouraged, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. "It’s Brown Sugar, Cinnamon, and Fig. It’s supposed to smell like baked goods."
Luffy’s face lit up in triumph. "See! Baked goods! I knew it! It tasted like a warm hug!" He emphasized his victory with a series of quick, demanding kisses, making sure he thoroughly absorbed the successful flavor.
You had to wipe the gloss from his chin afterward. "You love that guessing game more than you love half the food Sanji makes."
"No comparison," he corrected immediately. "Sanji’s food fills my stomach. Your lips confuse my brain and make me hungry."
Scene III: The New Contender
The game had been ongoing for months, and Luffy had grown uncannily skilled. He could distinguish between the 'Mango Butter Dream' and the 'Passionfruit Pout' with surprising accuracy. You started seeking out increasingly obscure or seasonal flavors just to see him struggle.
This evening, you had a secret weapon.
You had been out shopping alone (a miracle in itself, as Luffy usually latched onto you like a shadow). You found a small, artisanal brand that specialized in scents that defied easy categorization. The flavor: Smoked Honeycomb and Sea Salt Caramel. It was rich, slightly earthy, and had a sophisticated undertone of spice that neither fruit nor dessert quite captured. It was luxurious, thick, and gave your lips a stunning, light bronze shimmer.
You applied it outside, waiting for Luffy to join you for a walk along the docks. The evening air was cool, making the balm feel especially soothing. You checked your reflection in a nearby windowpane, satisfied with the dewy, flawless finish.
Luffy arrived with his usual explosion of energy, bounding around the corner and spotting you instantly. He was laughing about something Zoro had just done (likely arguing with a lamppost). He stopped right in front of you, the laughter dying in his throat as his eyes zeroed in.
He didn't lean in to smell it this time. He simply stared, head tilted.
He pulled his straw hat down slightly, shading his eyes as he looked at your mouth with an intensity that made your stomach flip. It wasn't hungry or playful wonder; it was curious, focused assessment.
Finally, he spoke, his voice unusually soft against the sounds of the harbor gulls.
"Is that a new lip balm?" Luffy asked.
The question wasn't a guess—it was a statement of fact, recognizing an unknown quantity.
"It is," you confirmed, feeling a proud smile spread across your face. "I got it today. I told you I needed something to really challenge the great genius detective Monkey D. Luffy."
He grinned, the challenge accepted, and reached out to hold your face in his large, warm hands. He didn't rush this time. He brought his nose close, barely touching the skin around your mouth, and inhaled slowly.
"Wait," he mumbled, pulling back slightly in confusion. "It’s heavy. It’s sweet, but… not too sweet. It smells like… dinner, but not meat."
You laughed. "No, it is definitely not meat-flavored, darling."
"It has the caramel, I know that. The burnt sugar feeling," he concentrated, tapping a finger against his cheek. "But there’s something else. Something deep. Something warm, like a fire, but clean. Did you put flowers on your lips?"
"No flowers," you denied, loving how deeply invested he was. "But you’re getting the complexity. It’s a very grown-up flavor."
He shook his head, frustrated by his inability to categorize it instantly. He leaned down and, instead of kissing you full on, he placed a feather-light press of his lips onto yours, pulling back instantly, as if sampling complicated poison.
"It tastes like… the outside of the cake," he declared, throwing his hands up. "The bit that’s sticky and crunchy. But then it tastes like the ocean, too!"
"Sea Salt Caramel, babe," you finished for him, kissing him properly this time, letting him hold onto the unique flavor a little longer. "And Smoked Honeycomb. The 'smoke' is what’s throwing off your senses."
Luffy sagged against you, defeated but thoroughly charmed. "It’s too complicated. It’s trying to be too many things."
"Is that a complaint?"
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. "No. It’s my favorite one, because I don't know it yet. I have to study it."
Scene IV: The Foundation
Even though Luffy had an unparalleled ability to identify your most exotic acquisitions, you knew what truly grounded the game—the staples. The bedrock of your lip routine wasn't the high-shine gloss or the dramatic tint, but the simple, high-quality, unflavored moisturizer you used religiously every evening: pure, refined golden shea butter.
A few days later, the chaos of the grand voyage had returned. You were back on the Thousand Sunny, enjoying a quiet moment on the observation deck while Nami charted and Sanji cooked. It was late, and the warm tropical air was thick and humid.
You were sitting on a cushion, reading a book, while Luffy was sprawled horizontally across the deck, his head resting squarely in your lap. He was officially 'napping,' which meant he was listening to the sounds of the ship and occasionally making small, satisfied noises.
You reached down and ran your fingers gently over the back of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his short, soft hair. You were wearing nothing complex tonight—just the unscented, heavy duty balm to keep everything supple through the night's salt air.
You felt a familiar shift. Luffy stirred, not waking, but reaching one hand up to find your face. His thumb traced the outline of your lower lip, feeling the matte, protective coating.
Luffy didn't even open his eyes.
"This is the best one," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
"This is nothing," you whispered back, running your thumb across the soft velvet of his cheek. "It doesn’t smell like anything. It doesn't taste like dessert."
"Yes, it does," he insisted, pulling your head down towards his. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your lips. It was a long, deep, comfortable kiss that tasted only of shared breath and silence.
When he pulled away, he opened his eyes just enough to look at you—not the balm, but you.
"It tastes like you," he reasoned simply. "The way your skin smells when you just got out of the bath. The way your skin always feels good. It's the one that makes your lips feel the softest, even before you put the fancy stuff on."
He didn't need to guess the flavor; he knew the intent. This wasn't a game for him; it was an appreciation for your self-care, for the way you took pride in your beauty, and the way you always made sure your lips were in perfect condition, awaiting his attention.
"That's my base," you confessed, smiling down at him, feeling that swell of deep, uncomplicated love that only Luffy could inspire. "The foundation."
Luffy closed his eyes again, settling deeper into your lap. "Good. If you didn't have the foundation, all the other stuff would be dry. And dry lips are sad."
He paused, then added, "But you are never sad."
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, holding the silent promise of a thousand more flavors, a thousand more guesses, and the enduring, delicious romance built on the simple, vital ritual of soft lips and endless love. You knew, no matter how many times you surprised him with a new color or a challenging scent, he would always remember the texture that was uniquely yours—the one that felt like home.
"Go to sleep, Captain," you murmured. "I’ll see what crazy flavor I can find to confuse you tomorrow."
"Don't forget the shine," he mumbled sleepily. "I like when the shine catches the sun."
