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Master Striker Kisses

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Julian Loki kisses you innocently. His kisses start out chaste, with smiles breaking upon both of y’all’s faces as you part. His kisses don’t last long, but they en capture the bliss of young love within every second.

Edit: hell no I could do sm better especially with Loki getting more coverage in the later chapters yall buckle up

Julian Loki kisses you fervently more than anything. It always starts sweeter, more innocent with smiles from the two of you constantly breaking his advances. However once he’s gotten serious about this make out session with you his kisses change from chaste to intense. They’re more fast than anything (fast pecs, fast tongue action ykwim), like a barrage of his lips against your own- they leave you worked up and chasing after him

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Lavinho kisses you passionately. This man puts his whole soul into his kisses, and you feel it too. They are hot, they are heavy, they are addicting. He always melds his mouth with yours and makes you want more as he pulls away to kiss along your jaw.

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Marc Snuffy kisses you tentatively. He is focused, he is analyzing how you’re reacting to his approach. Snuffy ends up kissing the side of your mouth as he tilts his head to make room for his nose more often than not. (It became y’all’s thing as a go-to quick goodbye gesture.)

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Chris Prince kisses you with vigor. He’s excited and commonly ends up breaking your kisses by smiling too much. He has a tendency to get lost in your make out sessions, quickly escalating the moment if you allow it to much more than smooches and caresses. He loves lip locking with you while you play with his hair.

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Noel Noa kisses you reverently. He doesn’t kiss you much in public, but in the depths of y’all’s home he locks his lips with yours in sacred solace. It’s sweet, it’s private, it’s familiar and juvenile. He found a way to bring comfort through his kisses; both to you and himself.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

Blue Lock Master Striker Cuddling Blurbs

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Noel Noa spooning you from behind, one of his hands on your stomach and his other arm is stretched out for your head to use as a pillow. His face is resting on the meeting point of your shoulder and your neck, his breath ever so slightly warming the skin there. The blanket is cocooned over the two of you, creating a pocket of warmth.

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Lavinho lays on your front as the two of you nap. His left hand is underneath your bum, holding you firmly to him. His right hand is intertwined with your left hand. His face is unseen as he is face first in your chest, your clothing hardly allowing for him to feel the warmth of your body- but he doesn’t mind. Your legs are loosely wrapped the back of his thighs, a comfortable stretch for you and a safe embrace for him.

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Marc Snuffy laying flat on his back on the bed. You in the space between his arm and body, so warm and secure. His arm wrapped around your body was petting you, running along your side until he fell asleep. Now it’s still in the dip of your waist, a weighted presence that further lulls you into the land of dreams. Your head is smushed against his chest, his firm pec providing the stability you need. His other hand was holding a magazine, the latest edition of a European football team that frequents the brand, now sprawled on the bed long forgotten.

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Julian Loki sitting on the couch. You silently sleeping between his legs. The foot rest giving the two of you much preferred leg space for occasional stretches before getting back to sleeping together. His arms hugging you close to his own body. The blanket covering your back takes ever so slightly on Loki too. The perfect leisure temperature.

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Chris Prince hugging your waist. Your still fingers in his hair, tangled in his blonde strands from playing with it. His face was pressing into your stomach, your womb proving to be the best sort of pillow for Chris- especially when he’s feeling needy. The blanket is haphazardly strung along his body, his bare muscles contrasting with the thick material every deep breath he takes

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

Lavinho would feel giddy when you trace his arm tattoos.

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His cheeks hurt a tad from smiling. His body is aflame with your soft touches, each graze of your nails leaving fire in their wake. His eyes haven’t left your face for what feels like hours. He giggles, biting his lower lip in an attempt to ease the happiness he feels.

You were sitting on top of Lavinho with your legs straddling his waist. He was lying down, soaking into your mattress below like a kitten with his belly full. Your hands roam his bare arms and chest, giving you as much pleasure as your man is currently experiencing. Lavinho loves your touches, and turns into the luckiest man when he feels you skin to skin with him.

“What are you looking at?” You tease, noticing his stare when you take a glance at his face.

Lavinho giggles again, “An angel.” What a romantic talker he is, being able to bring heat to your cheeks with but a couple words. “You know baby, I’m thinking of getting one of you.”

You pause your tracing of the words on his right pec. “A tattoo?” Disbelief laced your tone as your nails dug a little deeper into his skin. A small, short lived sigh is all you receive, as well as that dorky smile that is still plastered onto Lavinho’s face.

“Duh.” You dig your nails deeper.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Your hand gets picked up by a larger one and you feel Lavinho interlocking his fingers with your own. “What, you don’t believe me? I wanna show off my love for you, my one and only woman.” Kisses lather the back of your palm as he noses at your ring finger. Those lilac eyes have never looked so promising, you decide while watching them bore into your being.

“It would be pretty sexy to have a part of me on you. I could trace it whenever..” Your voice trails off as Lavinho licks the back of your palm. A chuckle begins to rumble from his chest and his smile is back.

“Cmon you could do lots more than just touch it.” His voice was a sultry honey. Honey that could taste so sweet, like fluffy dreams dancing along your tongue. Honey that assured you of yourself, of your yearning, making dip your finger back in the jar for another taste.

You leaned in closer to him, arching to rest your stomach on his own. “Yeah? Like what?” Lavinho’s toothy smile shone even brighter, “Hmm, whatever you want.” His free hand came to your waist and started rubbing your back up and down slowly.

Looking away from his eyes, you glanced at his lips. That was all it took for Lavinho to slowly press your head down closer to his until his lips could reach yours. You could still feel his smile. The lazy drag of his tongue over your lips made you look into his eyes.

“You could kiss it, I like your kisses.” You smile against his lips. His whispered confession was enough for you to close your eyes and part your lips to find his again. His hand squeezed your own. The two of you will talk about his next tattoo a little more seriously afterwards. If you still have enough energy by the time the two of you are done, that is.

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Mwah 😽

Blue Lock Master Striker Headcanons

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France’s PXG: Julian Loki

My sweet

Julian definitely is an older sibling (literally made a 3 post long argument on how he is one so TRUST he is). His favorite memory of his little sibling is when they first said his name. The small ‘Julian’ mumbled in multiple breaths (ju..julian yk) made him pause his homework and look them straight in the eye. They stared back with a big, innocent smile. Julian broke out into a smile of his own and grabbed the little guy for a hug.

Julian has such a carefree relationship with his mom, he gives off such mama’s boy vibes. They are a duo that would stay up late watching tv shows even though he has school in the morning and his mom has work. When his mother would cook something Julian was always her taste tester. He lost count the amount of times he would go back for seconds just to “get a better taste” and receive a wooden spoon to the hand. Julian’s mother would adore his girlfriend, especially since she can tell what a good impact you have on her son.

Julian would work well with someone who has a lot of energy but doesn’t need to be monitored or babysat. For example, say he is out at an amusement park with his friends and significant other. His girlfriend sees a game stand that piques her interest and hurls away from the group to investigate with determined steps. Julian isn’t worried about her getting lost or in an altercation with someone. he knows she’ll be back soon and give everyone a detailed report of the stand, the game set up, and the prizes offered. Whether or not she will ask him to spot her some cash to play the game is a whole other story. (Brother is loaded just from playing football)

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England’s Manshine City: Chris Prince

I hate him

Pathetic man baby vibes

Chris is very aware of his personal hygiene and is ridiculously active in taking care of his body. He has a personal massager, esthetician, chiropractor, waxer, the works. He loves his physicality too much to let himself rust in any capacity. He almost never skips brushing his teeth or washing his face. If he isn’t fueled with a type of passion or desperate enough, he won’t kiss you in the morning until you both at least have some mouth wash. He carries two different deodorant scents in his practice bag. This is nice because you know he won’t ever smell bad, but sometimes he becomes cologne nose blind (especially on high end dates).

He has a beef with Americans. (I don’t know if he’s confirmed English but he is today) He doesn’t mock them or become outwardly rude to them, but he’s thankful to be in the European League and not the North American League (is that a real league? Google isn’t helping and I don’t know shit abt professional soccer leagues-) Chris goes bonkers when someone jokingly calls him an American; as he will be whining and waving his arms about how he’s so much better than them and how it insults his legacy to be compared to an American and not be acknowledged as an English man.

When his hair isn’t cooperating with him he cries out of frustration.

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Spain’s FC Barcha: Lavinho

Lavinho loves the feeling of dancing with his partner. It’s intimate and free, no matter what style nor if there was music or not. Lavinho is so fond of holding your hips and gently swaying the two of you in the silent hours of the night that he has a pep in his step when he walks home from practice. Your scent filling his nostrils, the heat he can feel coming from your neck and shoulder as he rests his head there, it’s all too perfect as he begins to hum a song to himself.

Lavinho would want to get a tattoo reminiscent of you. If yall ever were that serious. At first he was thinking of your name, but you shot that down quickly. Something more primal and colorful was more his style. He wants something that represents you, though. Y’all compromise on a couple things that fit both of your wishes. Your favorite flower, a kiss mark, and a woman dancing with a pair of wings emerging from her back. (Picture this omg. The woman could be bowing, in the middle of a dance move or smth and the wings are halfway out of her back. Or something like the woman looking up and outstretched and welcoming to the feeling around her. With the wings spread out powerful and graceful. Okay I’m done I’m done)

Lavinho loves being barefoot. If he can’t be barefoot, Lavinho is wearing open toed shoes. Chanclas, flip flops, Birkenstocks, doesn’t matter. He grew up like this, and doesn’t quite want to conform his freedom and customs to the world of Europe yet. Even if he has been living there for years. He gets so happy at feeling sand under his feet as well, it reminds him of his younger childhood days in the best way. (This is prolly canon bc the first time we see him he’s barefoot right?)

Am I becoming a Lavinho girl..?

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Italy’s Ubers: Marc Snuffy

I don’t like him but I don’t hate him-

He says ‘shitty brats’ too much in the same breath at the end of the Ubers vs BM match I think he unlocked his previous degradation kink or smth idek maybe that’s why

Okay focus

Mick Moon’s death still haunts Snuffy. He hasn’t truly let it go, and even though he seems to make progress during the Ubers vs BM match, he has a long way to go to fully come to peace with his best friend’s death. Most times Snuffy can’t drink alcohol without thinking of Mick and becoming guilty. All the thoughts of how he could have saved Mick from his fate, how he did try but it wasn’t enough, how he allowed for his best friend to ruin his own life- even though that meant Mick stayed true to his philosophy. It hurts Snuffy. It’s the main reason why Snuffy cares so deeply for his teammates now, and why he goes out of his way to make sure they are okay mentally in his own way.

Snuffy wasn’t that interested in the luxury of lust that came from women when he first started out on his dream to being a professional footballer. It wasn’t until Mick that he started indulging in being a lady’s man. While it was almost always lustful and physical, the women that tugged at his heartstrings were the ones that would compliment Snuffy’s nose. The ones that would hold his face to their chest and give him slow, loving kisses to his nose while their hands moved further up into his hair. The ones that knew his eyes were actually orange and not brown and how those women looked into his sharp, big eyes like he was the reason for all their happiness was surreal. Those instances it would become all too real for Snuffy. The lines between lust and something more would get blurred and blurred until he got scared and backed away and moved to the next lady in the next club with a smaller smile than before.

Snuffy is very proud of his black belt in Jujitsu. Especially with the way it helps him on the football field. His understanding of his own body and abilities mean more to him than the average person too. Also because of Mick and how Mick ignored his body both before and after getting let go as a footballer.

Okay, Snuffy isn’t that bad I guess-

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Germany’s Bastard Munchen: Noel Noa

My man my man my man

Let me give you a big smooch

Noel sunburns so easily. He never tans, he always burns a hot pink. He has but an ounce of melanin in his skin that prevents him from being totally albino. Because of this, he is very serious and methodical about applying sunscreen. He applies daily, especially when he knows he’ll be outside for practice or a game. He also isn’t that fond of costal activities because of the sun exposure, even more so because he can’t swim that well. (OMG I read a little blurb about Noel not being able to swim but his wife loved to I don’t know who wrote it but it was so cute I’ll try to find the writer)

He does interviews for football, but finds them rather bland and not that important. He likes to discuss football strategies and profile analysis he’s done of other players, but most of the time reporters aren’t that interested in his words. They always want to know more intimate details about him, it feels like to Noel. Just not his exact cup of tea, but he knows other players are always willing to talk in an interview so he leaves the chitter to them if he can. He likes for his actions on the field to speak for him.

Noel makes an effort to acknowledge stray animals if he can. The cat sitting on the restaurant sill? He gave it some head scratches before continuing his walk. The dog that always lays in the same sunny spot of concrete on the sidewalk? Noel has given him some water just yesterday. It feels as though he’s paying homage to their sacrifices by giving them small acts of domesticity as he was once a stray too. He still feels like one sometimes. At night when he’s awake in his bed thinking, he ponders the possibility of taking one of the many strays home with him. He won’t allow himself to though. He can’t stoop so low as to take an animal into a home that he knows he’ll be absent enough from them (his football commitment sigh) to not properly take care of them, his head reasons, even if his heart wants him to act so unrationally.

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This biscuit is just for you, mwah 😽

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