#Barou Shouei

[i2rizz]

Pre-relationship! Isagi who thought he was being subtle about his crush.

Until he made a PowerPoint ranking all the times you smiled at him.

Slide 7 was “smile #3 at the vending machine—possibly meant for me”

He never showed it to you (thank God), but Reo found it.

You still don't know Isagi once wrote-

“Yoichi + Y/n = Tactical Pairing” in his planner with little hearts.

Pre-relationship! Kaiser who called you annoying every time you breathed near him.

But bought two of everything in the vending machine just in case you wanted one.

When you asked why he had an extra melon soda:

“Hah? I’m not giving it to you. But like. If you took it. Whatever”

Also: tackled a guy in dodgeball for hitting you once. “It was strategy”

He’s in love. Deep. Denial level: Olympic gold.

Pre-relationship! Barou who screamed at you to stop walking alone at night.

You: “Then walk with me?”

Barou: “I’M NOT YOUR DOG”

Proceeds to follow you the entire way like a furious Rottweiler.

Buys two protein bars, then shoves one in your bag. “Don’t be weak.”

You: “Aww, thank you.”

Barou: “It’s not for you. I dropped it.”

It was still sealed.

Pre-relationship! Sae who spotted you standing at the vending machine, trying to decide between two drinks, and silently sighed.

After a few moments of you struggling to pick, he just walked over, hit the button for both, and handed them to you without saying a word.

You stared at him, baffled. “You didn’t even ask—”

“Clearly, you were having trouble,” he muttered before walking off, leaving you clutching two drinks and wondering if he’d actually done something nice.

Pre-relationship! Rin who once saw you drop your pencil case in the hallway and, without thinking, lunged to grab it before you could even bend down.

You blinked in surprise as Rin awkwardly thrust it back into your hands, face red.

“Uh... I wasn’t trying to be helpful or anything,” he mumbled, a little too defensive.

“Yeah, I figured” you said, grinning as he walked away, clearly pretending he didn’t care.

You made a mental note to thank him later. Somehow, you knew he’d do it again.

Pre-relationship! Bachira Who noticed you sketching in the back of class, completely absorbed in your own world.

One day, he decided to sit next to you, not even trying to talk, just staring at your artwork with a grin on his face.

“You’re drawing again. Wanna show me?”

You hesitated but handed over your sketchbook.

To your surprise, he started adding random little doodles and silly comments.

“Yeah, but I think it needs more monsters. Maybe a dragon? Definitely a dragon”

[sugarwarachan]

remember when I did these??? barou shouei x afab!reader, cw. 18+ mdni. chars 20+

touchstarved!barou who is possessive as fuck as soon as he has you. every moment spent in his presence he wants you tucked into his lap, one big arm loped around your waist

touchstarved!barou who goes absolutely insane when you trace circles on his chest while you talk to him

touchstarved!barou who pins you down on the couch with his thick fucking thighs and holds your hands above your head, laughing at your cute little sqeals as you try and squirm out of his grip. “babygirl you don’t actually think you’re strong enough to break free, do you?”

touchstarved!barou who mandhandles every inch of your body as soon as it’s exposed to him, sucking on your tits and grabbing at the meat of your ass like a man starved

touchstarved!barou who feasts on your pussy from behind while he works his cock down your throat

touchstarved!barou who blows your damn back out and then heads to the kitchen to make you a quick snack

why did I stop doing these honestly. masterlist here.

[detherun]

[neeeooon]

Hello! I'm a big fan of work of work. (especially of Blue Lock) Of course, when you have the time. May I request a fic with Isagi, Bachira, Chrirgi, Kunigami & Barou with a player with magical hair that can heal cuts when they sing? (Sorry, I have watched Tangled again) Again, when you have the time. Thank you.

YES gotta rewatch tangled just for this ☝️

when you have magical hair

bf bllk x rapunzel!reader. tangled au. magic is real!

isagi yoichi

-> he’s thinking big. “hear me out. we market your hair for it’s healing properties—ow!” “i told you i have magical hair, and you wanna sell me out!”

-> he’s mostly joking though! especially when you tell him your hair dies after cutting it. “you think you’re the first person to have that idea? brother i’d be RICH.”

bachira meguru

-> he’s starstruck. “your hair, like, actually glows and heals things?” “yeah… it’s so weird—“ “that’s awesome, y/n!!!!”

-> bachira doesn’t necessarily like getting hurt, but he loves walking up to you all pouty and asking you to heal a bruise or paper cut just to listen to you him and watch your magic work

-> “you’re a fall risk, you know that?” “at least i have you to pick me up, right..?” “always <3”

chigiri hyoma

-> “no way.” “it’s weird, right? you’re totally weirded out. i get it if you wanna break up—“ “why doesn’t my hair glow?” “…?”

-> you explain that you can’t cut your hair or else the magic dies, but since so much of your energy is used on your hair, it takes much longer to grow than a normal persons

-> “so basically, if i don’t trim my hair for a year or two, it’ll be way longer than yours?” “your hair is already.. sure :)”

kunigami rensuke

-> can’t help but worry because what if someone finds out and tries to take advantage of your magic?

-> you find it funny and will sometimes sing in public (when no one’s around) just to watch kunigami panic and pull your hoodie over your head. “y/n! you’re gonna send me into cardiac arrest one day, i swear.” “good thing i can heal you, then!”

barou shouei

-> your personal body guard

-> swears he will take your secret to the grave. someone looks at you strangely? he’s channeling his inner karen. they accidentally touch your hair? barou has their arm twisted behind their back

-> “while i appreciate the extra protection, you don’t have to actually harm anyone..” “i appreciate the feedback. notes will be taken, but it’s likely to happen again.” “.. :’) okay.”

[lesbivan]

umm… thoughts?

[aki-ehj]

WIP💥💥💥💥

spreading my Aryu×Barou agenda

RAHHH I LOVE WOMEN

[yanderebluelockfan]

I WANT A BIG BROTHER LIKE HIM AHHHHHHHHH💖🔥❣️❤️🤌✨🙏😭🥺💯😊😚💋😘💰🥰😍😸🙌🤧🌹❤️‍🔥🫀💗💕

[ggarbagee]

i am not above drawing cat boys apparently

[bllkpolyweek]

Happy Tuesday! We're kicking off the month of April with our next guest for "JUST ADD...", the King himself, Barou!

💜 Choose a Blue Lock ship

🩵 Just add Barou!

❤️ Reblog this post and tell us your polyship and any headcanons!

[i2rizz]

pls could you make a ness version for bachira's 'no way he pulled that' concept but with a girlfriend that's very darkly beautiful like femme fatale vibe but fond eyed for only alexis who's sunny around her if im making sense :(

Yall ask and i deliver girls:>

@yoursssxtrulyyy also requested this concept w ness so how can i not write it?

No Way He Pulled That

Nobody believed him.

Not Reo, not Nagi, not even Rin who usually didn’t bother to get into people’s business. Ness had been going on and on about his girlfriend for months. He talked about you with the kind of energy that didn’t match your supposed “vibe”—a gorgeous, dangerous, untouchable beauty that Ness, sunshine incarnate, had somehow bagged.

“She doesn’t even look like she belongs on Earth” he once said dreamily while icing his ankle after practice.

Everyone thought it was a joke. Even Kaiser rolled his eyes every time Ness brought you up.

So, when Ego scheduled a rare beach day for NEL’s top players to unwind and bond before their next training phase, nobody expected a thing.

Not until Ness went unnaturally still.

He’d just been bragging about the new sunglasses he’d bought when he froze like a man possessed. His magenta eyes locked onto something—or rather, someone— playing along the shore.

You.

You were in the middle of a beach volleyball game with a group of people, smirking softly, focused but effortlessly graceful. The ball flew wide, bouncing toward the water, and you jogged after it, the sun catching the curve of your hips. As you went to retrieve it near the shoreline, that's when Ness saw you.

Your skin glowed like polished obsidian under the sun, framed by a draped sheer cover-up that danced around your legs like smoke. The strings of your swimwear peeked out from under the mesh, and your sculpted figure was framed like some Aphrodite carved out of shadows and honey. Your long lashes cast a siren’s gaze, the kind that could crush empires and melt glaciers. You weren’t just walking. You were gliding—deliberate, catlike, each step crafted to leave echoes.

The ball tucked under your arm, you turned.

And then you smiled.

Ness took off running. No warning. Just bolted across the sand like a man possessed. The others turned in confusion—

Then chaos.

“IS THAT HER!?”

“Wait—NO WAY—”

“Bro. That’s not a girlfriend. That’s a Bond villain in love”

Kaiser’s mouth was hanging open. Reo nearly choked on his smoothie. Nagi sat up—sat up—from his towel, eyes wide. Rin furrowed his brows like he was trying to rationalize what he was seeing, while Isagi simply blinked, gobsmacked.

You opened your arms casually as Ness skidded to a stop in front of you, and he practically melted into you.You cradled his face in your hands, pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his cheek, then murmured something too soft for anyone to hear.The volleyball long forgotten on the floor.

And Ness beamed like you’d just crowned him king of the world.

“...He wasn’t lying,” Reo whispered.

“He wasn’t,” Rin admitted with the tone of someone rethinking everything they knew.

Barou turned away with a snort. “Tch. She’s gonna eat him alive”

But Ness didn’t seem to mind.

He took your hand and led you back to the group, his usual dramatic flair tempered by a surprisingly calm confidence. Like having you beside him made everything else irrelevant.

Everyone watched in disbelief as you joined them, settled beside him like a queen on her throne—untouchable, terrifying, and yet…

You only had eyes for Ness.

You ran your fingers through his hair like he was something delicate, precious. He whispered jokes in your ear and you laughed—a soft, musical sound that made the boys around you go feral with shock.

She really does smile, they thought.

But only for him.

[sugarwarachan]

making a normally stoic man go feral is just—hnghhh

like he’s normally so put together, so assured. you’re always the one gasping and panting after he’s barely touched you, wriggling in your seat until he orders you to sit still.

he knows your body like the back of his hand; it’s a point of pride for him to get you worked up like this. he loves watching the rise and fall of your chest when your breath hitches, the way your blown-out pupils always give away how much you need him.

this is one of the few times you’ll see the edges of his resolve crack as something feral passes underneath his skin.

"did you know I thought about this all day?" his big hands grip the backs of your thighs and chuck them over his shoulder. you lost your panties ages ago, and he can see how puffy and swollen you are as he kisses his way up your inner thigh. "coming home to you and making you scream on my tongue?"

normally, he holds himself back when he fucks you, like he might break you, like one firm roll of his hips will be your demise. you like when he snaps, when he comes home like this, rough and frustrated and needy, grasping for you the way you’re always grasping for him.

you roll your hips closer to his mouth, a keening whine falling from your lips.

"greedy fucking girl.” he pushes you back on the bed and holds your hips down with a forearm. “guess you can’t help it anymore, can you? poor pussy can barely even cum when I’m not around."

when he gets like this, you're in for a long night.

BNHA: aizawa shouta, shouto todoroki, hitoshi shinsou; JJK: nanami kento, getou suguru, higuruma hiromi, HQ: sugawara koushi, matsukawa issei, akaashi keiji; BLLK: itoshi sae, hiori yo, barou shouei, reo mikage

2025 © all works belong to @sugarwarachan. do not repost, translate or steal any of my works. masterlist here.

[aquamarixx]

okay, hear me out, barou shouei meets you, fiercely independent woman and immediately declares to his Ubers teammates you're "his future wife".

but here's the kicker, he's all like "i can fix her". he's convinced that fixing you means turning you into a princess who’ll never have to lift a finger because he’ll do everything for you, making you completely dependent on him as his perfect little future wife.

his Ubers teammates, completely baffled and just looks at him weird because thats not how "fixing" her works.

check here for the fic!

[neeeooon]

surely make a part 3 for “when your parents walk in on you” it was so good🙏🙏🙏 characters id wanna see would are hiori, aiku, bachira, kaiser and barou but u can add whoever u want 😗

TYTY this took way too long sorry ml I HOPE U ENJOY 🫶

when your parents walk in on you pt 3

bf bllk x gn!reader. 16+ cw: suggestive!! aiku’s and barou’s are nsfr, slight nudity in aiku’s (nothing graphic)

hiori yo

-> you’re all over each other before you’ve even entered your apartment. so caught up in the moment, you completely forget it’s friday: game night with your parents. the night you’re supposed to introduce your new boyfriend to your family

-> your hands slide up hiori’s hoodie as you kick your shoes off and stumble into your apartment, lips still pressed together, when you hear someone clearing their throat

-> breaking apart, you nearly scream when you spot your parents sitting on the couch, a board game laid out in front of them. they stare at you and hiori as you hurriedly pull apart, both flaming in embarrassment

-> “it’s friday,” your dad deadpans, and you clear your throat before slowly grabbing hiori’s hand. he doesn’t seem nearly as freaked out as you, which helps to keep you grounded. “right. this is hiori, my boyfriend.”

-> it takes several minutes for the tension to become manageable, and your parents finally stand to greet him. “hiori. we heard so much about you.” “y/n’s told me so much about you, as well. congrats on your promotion, mrs. y/l/n.”

-> that’s enough to win your mother over, because she clings to hiori’s side for the rest of the night, showering him with compliments and advice. while you can tell your father still isn’t pleased at seeing his kid making out in front of him, he keeps his comments to a minimum for the rest of the night

oliver aiku

-> you told him your parents were coming over to meet him for dinner at 6. it’s 4:45. his response? “i can have you satisfied and cleaned up before then.”

-> you take his word for it, sprawled out across your bed as aiku smirks down at you from above. his hands trail shamelessly over your body, familiar with the feel of it beneath his fingers

-> he’s successfully unclothed you, ready to finish you off when you hear your front door open and shoot upright. “are we expecting guests?” “not yet? it’s not even 5..” you stare at each other before stumbling off the bed and reaching for something to defend yourselves

-> your pants are completely forgotten as you grab your lamp, and a shirtless aiku holds your hairbrush like a sword as he positions himself in front of you

-> you both scream, ready to charge when he door opens, causing your startled parents to scream in return. you instantly grab oliver’s shoulder to stop him from whacking your dad with a hairbrush. “dad, mom! what are you doing here? we said 6!”

-> they stare at you and your boyfriend, taking several seconds to calm down before blowing up. “y/n?! you were going to throw a lamp at your own mother?!” “i didn’t know you were my mother when you broke into my house!” “the door was unlocked!” “that doesn’t make it legal?!”

-> as you and your mom argue, oliver slowly stands beside your dad with his hands shyly covering his bare chest. “so. it’s nice to meet you, mr. y/l/n.” “yep. you drink beer?” “hell yes.”

bachira meguru

-> you locked your front door before locking lips with your boyfriend, who was still slightly sweaty from a very intense day of soccer practice

-> “y/n,” he managed between feverish kisses. you hummed, distracted as you ran your fingers through and gently tugged on his damp two-toned hair. “i think.. someone’s.. at the door.”

-> you groan against his lips and tell him to ignore it, reveling in the feeling of his hands gliding up your shirt. bachira nods against your neck before moving up to reconnect your lips when the lock clicks and your door flies open

-> “hello!” your mother greets, and you can see your spare key in her outstretched hand before the rest of her body turns the corner. it gives you enough time to separate from bachira, who is frantically straightening your shirt as you try to flatten down his hair

-> by the time your mom locks eyes on you, you and your boyfriend are standing on opposite sides of the kitchen counters. “mom, what have i said about using my emergency key to break in?!” “i brought churros, though!” any wrongdoings are immediately forgotten

-> “oh, right. mom, this is bachira. meguru, this is my mom.” he beams at her, eyes closed as he waves in greeting. “hello, y/n’s mom!”

-> she chuckles and places the churros down for the two of you to enjoy. “please, y/m/n is fine!”

michael kaiser

-> kaiser won a game, and you were waiting for him in your brand new house

-> you’d just moved in together, so you didn’t have any furniture yet. since he had a game relatively early, you decided to move some stuff from your separate apartments to your combined one after. that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun beforehand

-> you were seated on the center island, kaiser standing between your legs as he kissed you breathless. you’d already lost your shirts, and you could tell it would be long before he worked your sweats off next

-> before you can get that far, the door slams open, thumping against the wall and startling you apart. you’re able to pull your shirt over your head just in time, as the pile of boxes in your mother’s arms block you from her view

-> “boyfriend, do you mind helping this old lady out?” your mom asks kaiser in a strained voice, and he shakes out of his shock before jumping up and grabbing the top boxes to reveal your mother’s flushed face. “ah, there you two are! it’s a pleasure to finally meet you..?”

-> “michael,” kaiser fills in the blank for her as your father makes his way into your living room. he huffs as he does a little spin. “you two better be using protection.”

-> and the color drains from your face. “dad! we don’t even have any furniture yet!” “didn’t stop your mother and me. you do remember the story of how you were conceived, don’t—“ “oh god, please stop talking or i’m gonna throw myself off the balcony.”

barou shouei

-> he was too on edge to lay a finger on you after you told him your parents wanted to meet him. barou’s a nice guy, but he can come off a bit strong at times, and he didn’t want to accidentally intimidate your parents

-> however, just because he didn’t want to touch you didn’t mean you would follow suit

-> barou’s fiddling with his tie, clearly frustrated with the damn thing, so you offer a helping hand. and once you give his tie a satisfied tug, you drop down to your knees before him

-> “y/n, your parents—“ “aren’t here yet. we’ve got plenty of time.” how can he say no when you’re in front of him looking like that?

-> but before your fingers can loop around his belt, your door is thrown open. “y/n! who’s car is parked out—oh!”

-> you fall flat on your ass before jumping to your feet with barou’s help. “mom! knocking?” “we said we’d be here early!” you may have been a bit preoccupied to check your texts

-> barou, red in the face, tightens his grip on your hand as he gulps in your parents presence. “hello.” your mother, still slightly flustered, chuckles her awkwardness away and step forward to embrace him. “it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, shouei!”

pt 1 // pt 2

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

junior.

synopsis: holding your child for the first time is always the first step to becoming a good parent. and…what now?

ft; itoshi rin, mikage reo, barou shouei

a/n: my tiktok is cryinggirlnamedhelen with a thanos pfp from squid game season 2. follow me if you want to.

itoshi rin

rin didn’t know how to feel about the cries and yells inside of the delivery room.

it wasn’t common for husbands in japan to stay with his wife during labor, so rin waited outside, pacing around with beads of sweat rolling down his temple. sae and rin’s parents sat on one of the benches while your parents sat on another, hands clasped together and mumbling prayers.

god, rin wasn’t even this nervous during the finals at the world cup.

stupid isagi and bachira had begged to come, and when they came, they just kept on asking what rin’s thoughts were on some stupid names for the baby that they had come up with. rin had shooed them away, and the two were now in the cafeteria, getting food for you when you would finally be done with the painful labor.

rin’s palms began to sweat; why was it taking so long? was it really normal for you to be screaming bloody murder in there? rin didn’t like hearing you in pain, not at all. each of your yelps and cries felt like a stab to rin’s heart. if he could be in there and stay by your side, he would in a heartbeat. but the doctors didn’t want him to be there, and rin trusted the doctors more than himself.

and finally, the high pitched cries of a baby erupted.

everyone stood up, and isagi and bachira came just in time with mountains of food on each plate that they held. the moment a doctor came out of the door with a smile, rin sprinted through the door and kneeled down by your side.

he placed a hand over yours, your skin pale and your breaths shallow, although to rin, you still looked like an angel. “rin. he’s healthy. he’s got your lashes.” a shaky smile made way to your lips before a doctor gently handed rin your newborn baby.

a tuft of dark green—almost black—hair was atop his head, and long underlashes that has been in the itoshi family for generations made way onto his eyes. rin felt his chest tightening, and his eyes began to water.

why did he feel so prideful of someone who he had just met?

the baby boy’s eyes opened; a bright teal, the color of sea glass. rin stiffened; was his kid going to cry? was rin holding him too tightly? did he fail at a father already?

but the small boy just smiled up at rin.

rin’s eyes gleamed, tears glossing over his turquoise irises like the most expensive porcelain china. “hey,” rin whispered softly. rin smiled gently when his son giggled softly. “you must’ve recognized my voice from when i used to talk to you through your mom’s stomach, huh? your mom’s amazing, she just delivered you through so much effort.” isagi and bachira stared from the doorway with their jaws dropped, although isagi’s eyes soon softened.

rin didn’t know why he loved this child so much. he didn’t know why a smile crawled to his lips the moment he saw him. he didn’t know why he felt the need to protect him forever. it scared him a little, but rin knew this feeling well, and he welcomed it.

after all, it was how rin felt when he had first met you.

mikage reo

reo once again winced at the sound of your screams, holding in even more tears and begging that your pain will end soon. once again, he asked his butlers and secretary the same thing as a few minutes again. “is everything there? her favorite foods? her favorite video games and snacks? her favorite movies? that one drink that the nurse recommended that was good for women who just gave birth?”

nagi, who was sitting on one of the benches and was dragged here by reo, replied tiredly, tapping away at his console. “reo, we just checked 3 minutes ago. they’re all here. even your butlers seem tired of this.” reo sent him a glare.

“reo, honey, you should sit. the nurses didn’t want you in there for a reason.” reo’s mother’s attempts at coaxing him were weak, and reo wouldn’t budge from his position standing right next to the door of the delivery room. “they knew that your crying during her pain would distract them.”

reo ignored his mom’s words. he had even tried bribing the nurses into letting him in before realizing that he really would just be a hindrance to deal with in the middle of trying to deliver a baby. a crying husband probably wasn’t a good addition to a screaming and wife.

suddenly, the screaming became higher pitched, more wet, more…alive.

your daughter was born.

without needing any confirmation from the doctors, reo shoved the door open and ran in, sitting on the chair right next to your bed that was placed by the doctor who had cleverly predicted his intrusion. “love, are you okay? does it still hurt? are you hungry? tired? how are you feeling? do you—“

“reo, im okay. thank you. and…” you weakly gestured to the nurse who held your baby wrapped in a bundle of purple blankets. instantly, reo stood up and took the baby into his arms, his eyes brimming with warmth.

“she looks just like you. she’s just as beautiful as her mom.” reo whispered, sitting on the chair again and gently cooing at his newborn daughter. he gently tickled her cheek with his pointer finger, and she giggled. reo’s heart melted and his eyes began to water again before he sniffled. “you’re like an angel. both you and your mom.”

reo’s parents walked in, discussing something about the future heir of the company, although reo ignored them for now. he’ll have to talk to them about how he wanted his daughter to follow her own path at another time. but for now, he just wanted to value this beautiful moment with his wife and newborn daughter.

nagi walked in, reading the room and shoving his gaming console into his jean pocket. he walked to you. “reo panicked a lot, and you screamed a lot. was it really that bad?” at your weak nod, nagi’s eyes widened a little bit. “wow. im suddenly really glad im not a woman.” a glare was sent from both reo and a few nurse.

reo glanced down at his daughter again, and his eyes softened, as if his daughter were the most precious thing in the world. “i love you so much.”

reo barely even knew this newborn girl for a few minutes, but she was always tied for the most beloved person in his heart: tied with you.

barou shouei

barou grew up with two younger sisters. he tolerated and loved them through temper tantrums, periods, puberty, boy heartbreak, and girl problems. he’s been changing their diapers, teaching them how to walk, feeding them, and cooking for them ever since they were infants.

so why was he so nervous about his own daughter, who was soon to be born?

barou didn’t tremble as he waited outside of the door, nor did he cry when he heard your wails and moans of unease. however, he was awfully stiff and overly snappy, even for barou. even when his beloved sisters tried to talk to him to ask about you and your soon to be born daughter, barou was practically already yelling.

when barou’s mother tried to calm him, barou couldn’t bring himself to reply, knowing that he would say rude things that he would regret later on to his own mother. he’d rather not risk it, and instead just nodded, trying to believe that you’re okay in there and that you’re trying your best, which he knows you are.

when the wails of a newborn baby daughter reached barou’s ears, he pushed open the door without even using the handle and instantly stood by your side.

“are you okay? was it too bad?” barou knew that he was being weirdly gentle, but how could he not when his wife just gave birth? you were pale, panting, and beads of sweat rolled down your face and neck, but you were still drop dead gorgeous in barou’s opinion.

“no, not at all.” you whispered. “you know what they said? they said that she’s one of the healthiest they’ve ever seen, maybe the the healthiest. you really did spoil and pamper me during the pregnancy, huh?”

“well, what else was i supposed to do? mistreat you? im not heartless.” a nearby nurse offered barou to hold his daughter, in which he accepted. same colored hair as him, and when she looked up, the same ruby red eyes as him. only difference? her eyes were soft and full of warmth like yours.

barou didn’t think that anything could ever be more perfect than you, but maybe he just found a tie.

[kingkaizen]

𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 | 𝓫𝓵𝓵𝓴 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

∘ desc: the blue lock men and how they express their love for you <3

∘ ft: kaiser, barou, shidou, itoshi sae, + oliver

∘ a/n: happy valentine's day <3

∘ includes: nsfw, praise, finger sucking, hair pulling, wall sex, mirror sex, biting

Kaiser: words of affirmation

➳❥ kaiser loves the sound of his own voice, and he loves hearing you say his name even more

➳❥ he takes every moan and whimper as a personal victory

➳❥ expect both sweet praise and degradation in the same breath

Kaiser has you laid out beneath him, your wrists pinned above your head with one hand while the other drags down your body. His mouth brushes against your ear as he pushes into you slowly, making sure you feel every inch.

"You love this, don’t you? Being mine. Fuck, you take me so well—such a good girl for me."

You moan, and he smirks, pulling back just enough to make you chase his lips. "Tch, so needy. Go on, tell me how much you love it—say it, baby, or I stop right here."

His fingers tilt your chin up, making sure you meet his gaze, his deep blue eyes holding a dangerous glint as his lips curl into a smirk.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across your lips before slipping it into your mouth. “So fucking perfect for me. My beautiful little thing.”

You moan around his thumb, and he chuckles, his other hand trailing down your stomach, teasing where you need him most.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, pretty. Beg me to ruin you.”

Barou: acts of service

➳❥ barou isn’t one to spoil you easily – you have to earn it

➳❥ he gets off on discipline and making you work for your pleasure

➳❥ when you do earn it? he doesn’t hold back when giving you what you want

Barou has you on your hands and knees, one of his big hands gripping your waist, the other fisting your hair to keep you exactly where he wants you.

"You wanted this, didn’t you? Begging for it all night—now look at you, struggling to keep up."

Your body trembles, pushed to its limits, but he’s not done yet. He leans down, voice dark with amusement, his breath hot against your ear.

"If you wanna come, beg for it. Tell me why you deserve it."

You’re completely spent, legs shaking, body flushed, but Barou isn’t satisfied yet. He flips you over, kneeling between your thighs. Grabbing your ankle, he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your calf, his tone low, dangerous.

"Tired already?" His sharp eyes lock onto yours, challenging. "I’m not stopping until I know you’re completely satisfied."

Before you can protest, he drags you back to him, spreading you open with ease. His mouth is on you again—sucking, licking, claiming—and when you try to squirm away, his grip tightens.

"Stay still," he growls, pinning you down. "You’re not done until I say so."

Shidou: physical touch

➳❥ shidou is a menace in bed, just completely obsessed with making you feel him everywhere for days

➳❥ his hands have to constantly be on you, gripping and manhandling you

➳❥ his favorite thing is fucking you against a mirror, watching the way you fall apart

Shidou has you pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he ruts into you like a beast. His mouth is hot against your skin, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake.

"Fuck yeah, that’s it—scream for me, baby. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good."

You whimper as he presses you harder against the mirror, making sure you can see the mess he’s making of you.

"Shit, you look so pretty like this—should keep you like this forever, huh?" He grins, biting your shoulder before slamming into you harder.

Shidou thrives on touch—his hands constantly grabbing, pinching, kneading, making sure you’re always feeling him. He loves your reactions, the way your body responds to him. His fingers dig into your thighs, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

“Gonna let me have you? Or do I have to make you beg first?”

Sae: quality time

➳❥ sae isn’t in a rush, he enjoys taking his time with you, pulling pleasure out of you in an annoyingly slow pace

➳❥ control is everything to him, commanding you to hold still and refusing to let you rush him

➳❥ he loves making you wait, begging him to go faster

Sae has you spread out on the bed, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over your thighs as you squirm beneath him.

"Tch. So impatient." He pushes into you slowly, making you whimper at the stretch, his deep teal eyes locked onto yours.

"I want you to feel everything," he murmurs, rolling his hips in a way that has your breath catching.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, and he leans down, lips brushing against your jaw. "Relax, love. We’re just getting started."

His fingers tilt your face up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are dark, piercing, his grip firm but not rough.

“Focus on me,” he says, his voice smooth, demanding. “I don’t want your mind anywhere else.”

He takes his time—dragging his fingers over every inch of your skin, watching the way you react, the way your breath hitches when he finally touches you where you need him most.

“There we go,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s the reaction I wanted.”

Oliver: receiving gifts

➳❥ oliver loves spoiling you, but expects you to work for it

➳❥ he buys you lingerie, jewlery, silk sheets–just to ruin you against them

➳❥ loves worshipping you while you’re covered in all of the things he bought for you

Oliver sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with a lazy smirk. He pats his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

"Come here, baby. Show me how much you want that new necklace."

The second you straddle him, his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kisses up your neck.

"Mm, that’s my girl. Keep moving—maybe I’ll let you have it."

Oliver smirks as he drapes the cool metal of a diamond necklace around your throat, his fingers brushing against your skin as he fastens the clasp. His lips ghost over your shoulder, trailing down until his teeth nip at your pulse.

“Something pretty for my pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. “But let’s be real, baby—the best gift I could give you is me.”

Before you can even process his words, he’s already spinning you around, pinning you against the nearest surface. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips with purpose, pressing himself against you so you feel just how hard he is.

“Mmm, already shivering?” His chuckle is dark, teasing, as his fingers slip under the hem of your clothes, dragging them down inch by inch. “I haven’t even started yet.”

You whimper as he spreads your thighs, one hand keeping you exactly where he wants you while the other trails between your legs, fingers teasing, barely grazing where you need him most.

"C’mon, baby, tell me—" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "What’s the real gift here? This little necklace… or me fucking you until you can’t even think straight?"

Before you can answer, two fingers slide into you without warning, curling just right, making your back arch as a broken moan spills from your lips.

Oliver grins, pleased, proud, as he watches you unravel beneath him.

“That’s what I thought,” he purrs. “Now, let’s see how many times I can make you say my name tonight.”

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