#Shoei Barou x reader

[dangopango00]

GIVE HIM SOME ATTENTION

What does he do when he wants some attention?

BLLK x S/O!GN Reader

Characters: Isagi, Bachira, Chigiri, Kunigami (Pre&Post WC), Gagamaru, Rin, Nanase, Sae, Shidou, Barou, Sendou, Nagi, Reo, Oliver, Otoya, Karasu, Yukimiya, Hiori, Kurona, Zantetsu, Raichi, Aryu, Kiyora, Kaiser, Ness (In that order)

CW: Suggestive as hell in Aiku & Otoya’s parts, A little angsty in Shidou, Reo & Ness parts

A/N: Idk all of them toooooo well but they’re all interesting to me so I’d like to try also I excluded some people who are irrelevant in my mindscape (i'm so sorry) (Nagi is honestly lucky to be here with the flopism he has been displaying smh) Gagamaru my goat ntm on him also added Zantetsu in honor of him finally getting his cover art

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Yoichi Isagi

I think if he’s craving attention he’d probably be a bit hesitant because it's embarrassing for him to ask (since he likes a lot of attention so he’d be asking all day LOL). In order to save himself the embarrassment he’ll usually just hold your hand and give you a serious look– if he can muster that (sometimes if he’s feeling shy he’ll just put his hand on yours while looking away). Well when he does look at you he thinks he’s giving you a serious look but surely all you see is him giving you puppy eyes.

Meguru Bachira

Oh if he’s craving attention YOU WILL KNOW. He’d probably cling to you as if you were a missing part of his body he was trying to reconnect. He’ll hug your arm or pepper you in kisses and he’ll seem way happier than usual because he’s just so glad to be around you. He’s a bit ridonkulous he might even jump on you, making you both collapse to the floor, or if you’re in a place with a hard floor he’ll instead pull you towards him and squeeze you like a giant teddy bear.

Hyoma Chigiri

He’s a bit tricky honestly. He has a good amount of pride so he doesn’t like to seem too clingy but that doesn’t mean he’ll back down if he feels like he’s being neglected. If he wants attention he’ll try to make you the one who’s embarrassed and craving attention by flirting subtly though incessantly. He’ll wrap his arm around you and lightly ghost his thumb over your skin or even ‘innocently’ kiss your jawline and then just as quickly as he started, he’ll stop and go back to whatever he was doing before so you’re the one asking for attention from him now.

Rensuke Kunigami (PRE Wild Card)

Honestly? Upstanding young man ass dude he’ll probably just start giving you attention until you reciprocate. He’s stubborn too so you know he won’t stop until you give in unless you’re seriously not in the mood for whatever reason. He’ll sneak up behind you and hug you and start kissing up your neck; eventually turn your head so he can kiss you on the lips if you’re willing to indulge him. The kind of guy who’d just lay up in your arms and gently lay you down with him after a long day.

Rensuke Kunigami (POST WC)

Ok I know he SEEMS insanely different but tbh I don’t think he’d change all that much. He’s probably a little bit more socially awkward because for a while all he’s done is train with little social interaction. When he wants attention, I think he’d likely use the same tactic but in a different way. He’d probably nip your neck or shoulder (not painfully; he is trying to be playful) and when it gets your attention, he’d start to pepper you in kisses or lay his head down on your shoulder if it's been a long day.

Gin Gagamaru

I don’t have a great grasp on this guy (despite being one of my goats 🥹) but I think he’d probably have like mannerisms for it like pointing at where he wants to be kissed and kisses you back when you oblige him. He also seems like the kind of guy who’d bring you something from his journeys in the wilderness as like a homemade gift and hopes you’ll give him the attention he seeks in return (you can definitely tell because he just stares at you as you open the gift, hoping you like it and then continues to stare expectantly when you do like it)

Rin Itoshi

Imo if Rin decided to get into a relationship with someone he’d dedicate himself to them just as he does soccer because he wouldn’t want them to be hurt the way he was hurt (someone you love acting coldly towards you) but he doesn’t really know how without cringing. SO his way of asking for attention would be somewhat sweet although awkward. I think he would likely try to do some semi romantic gesture like laying his head on your shoulder/in your lap (although he’s pretty tense) or just making general contact like touching knees or brushing fingers together and will absolutely WHIP his head away if you look at him.

Nijiro Nanase

Nanase is just a guy; another upstanding young man. I think he would probably flatter you if he wanted attention. He’ll probably start talking about the things he likes about you and how much he loves you, giving you a kiss on the cheek along with his praise as well. He is very aware of the fact that you think he’s the cutest thing to hit planet Earth and he will use it to his advantage!! Of course, he means what he says but if saying it out loud will get him covered in kisses he’ll say as much as you want because he’s never gonna run out of things to say.

Sae Itoshi

This guy… Is a real piece of work but, like his brother, I think if he’s willing to get into a relationship then that means he's willing to put in the effort but doesn’t know how, although he respects you a ton. If he’s craving attention I don’t think he’ll even realize it; he’ll just get really irritated when you aren’t around and when you are around he’ll stare you down so hard he could burn a hole through you but the fact that he doesn’t even look angry is what tips you off to what he wants. The look in his eyes isn’t insanely soft but it's not a hard stare either, he looks like he's daydreaming or zoning out tbh.

Ryusei Shidou

If Sae is a piece of work this dude is a whole project. It’s easy to say he’s like Bachira, which he is during the day, but I think it’d be more interesting to talk about him during the night. When the day comes to an end he said he “becomes nothing” so I think it would be the number one time where he craves attention and validation that he exists and you’re really there. It’s a somewhat vulnerable time for him but he plays it off like he’s just his usual clingy self and probably places himself in front of you at any opportunity. Looking down? He’ll lay on your lap. Facing forward? Well here he is in front of you. And by the time it’s finally time for bed he's completely wrapped his body around yours.

Shoei Barou

It’s kind of hard to imagine how he’d show affection in a relationship buttt I think similar to Kunigami, I think he would just give you attention until you give in. However, I think Barou is probably a bit more aggressive about it and he’d probably go up to you and kiss you, then pull away just enough to await your next move. If you take too long to decide though he’ll start kissing around your face: on your nose, your forehead, etc. He’s pretty bold but he is a tiny bit embarrassed/hesitant when it comes to feeling ‘soft’ with you so he’ll kiss you to distract himself from it.

Shuto Sendou

This guy is peak loserboy activity whew he is a huge sucker for being spoiled so he wants attention OFTEN. I think he probably just stands really close to you and complains about how his day was soooooo horrible and how he worked so hard but if being standoffish isn’t working he holds onto your waist for dear life or plops himself on your lap and hugs you, waiting for attention when he gets desperate. If he’s super desperate he’ll start kissing around your neck and complain even more. He even starts to say how betrayed he feels at how easily you’re ignoring his woes.

Seishiro Nagi

He’s pretty efficient in the way he shows he wants attention. Since he’s the spoiled type he’ll usually try to get your attention the normal way first: acting cute and laying his head on your shoulder or on your lap while he plays his game (he is expecting you to play with his hair) but if you don’t he’ll honestly be confused at first because he’s usually given whatever he wants. At first he’ll try to put your hand on his head but if you keep taking it away he’ll make you lay down with him and literally try to immobilize you by putting all his weight on your body; will even pretend to be asleep if you protest.

Reo Mikage

He’s a lot bit codependent so if he’s feeling neglected he’ll do everything he can to get your attention. He’ll usually shower you in gifts and/or take you on a romantic date. He’ll plan out a whole ass day of pampering just because he wants some attention. Please remind him he doesn’t need to do. All that. Because he often feels a bit useless if he doesn’t have time to do that. Not only does he feel useless but he’s somehow convinced himself subconsciously that he doesn’t really deserve your attention if he hasn’t done anything for you.

Oliver Aiku

If he wants attention from you, he’ll give you an insane amount of attention. Unlike Kunigami and Barou, he’s very forward and will text you, showering you with sweet words while he’s on his way to yours and when he gets there, he’s practically already all over you. He’s going on about how much he loves you and how he missed you so much all while kissing you wherever he can reach you. Tbh if he's craving attention, he probably just wants to have sex since he’s not a very clingy guy so he's probably already backing you into a wall and trying to undress you.

Eita Otoya

Honestly his appeal to others is usually him being the “cold but caring” type so, like Aiku, he’d probably text you before getting to yours but it’d be even more bare bones like, “i miss you” or “can I see u” even if he DOES genuinely like you he doesn’t really think deeply about his feelings and impulsively texts you when he wants attention. Unlike Aiku, he is a clingy guy and if he’s really desperate for attention he’ll still escalate it to sex if he can; just slower. Probably wants to lay his face in your chest or lap and makeout.

Tabito Karasu

Oh this smartass. He’s probably similar to Hyoma in the fact that he makes sure it's you who wants his attention by pampering you one minute and acting like nothing happened the next. However he does tend to like smart people so if you’re smart enough to see through his hot-and-cold act he’ll eventually hold you and hide his face in your chest, admitting defeat but he’d still be smiling because either way he wins. He’s already got you and he won't let go until you fill the quota of kisses you owe him.

Kenyu Yukimiya

He’s the type to feel a bit embarrassed about wanting attention at first but will be more forward if you don’t pick up on his subtle hints. His hints include sneaking glances at you or holding your hand whenever he gets the opportunity. He’s honestly pretty charismatic so I think that when being more forward he would probably kiss your hand and help you with anything you may need to get done or finish anything he may need to do so that you can completely focus on each other when there’s nothing left.

Yo Hiori

Honestly craving attention is a somewhat rare occurrence for him so it's a bit embarrassing, especially since you two are used to kinda doing your own thing. Probably gives you little ‘hints’ like starting off by asking if you want to play a game with him as an excuse to get you close to him. Another hint would likely be him invading your bubble whether it be by scooting close to you or hooking his leg over yours a bit or whatever it may be. If you still aren’t getting it he probably says something that tips you off while looking directly at you or glancing at you like, “Do you mind me being clingy?” or something along those lines.

Ranze Kurona

He’s such a sweetie he probably braids your hair if it's long enough (if it’s short he’ll still try a root braid if you want but he’s not very good at it). If not he’ll usually get you both stickers to mess around with, putting some on your face, others on various items and sometimes you put them in random hidden places as a nice surprise when you find them again. Typically this is enough to get the attention he’s looking for, but if you’re teasing him or simply forgot, he’ll lightly nip your shoulder or lightly graze his teeth over your shoulder (Since you two got together you have definitely encouraged him to be comfortable with his teeth around you)

Zantetsu Tsurugi

This guy often tries to be something he’s not so he’d probably try to do a bunch of romantic gestures that aren’t his style. Knowing him he’d probably put together some poems. They aren’t very good but it IS very sweet and he’d keep doing this for a while until the poems start to sound the same and he starts to get frustrated. He’d try learning an instrument, impressing you with his knowledge on a subject you like etc. until eventually he would just force himself to suck it up and ask you for attention outright and just straight up admit how much you mean to him because all these other things are draining and they aren’t him.

Jingo Raichi

He’s another guy who finds it a bit embarrassing to be ‘soft’ so when craving attention he’ll often ‘starve’ himself of it. Usually you’re the one who has to give him attention but if you haven’t for whatever reason then he’ll be angrier than usual that day with his teammates. He’ll probably give up by the time he gets home and just crashes into you grumbling about how his day has been SO unsexy. Probably won’t let you go until he falls asleep tbh and even then he still has a pretty good grip on you.

Jyubei Aryu

When he wants attention Aryu would probably start flaunting his beauty, pushing his hair back, striking poses, modeling clothes for you, whatever stylish thing he can think of– he will do it and then glance over at you to make sure you were paying attention. If that doesn’t work then he’d have you do some stylish things like he might have you try on some clothes he bought you or ask you to style his hair because he is “lacking inspiration” (He actually just knows you like playing with his hair smh)

Jin Kiyora

This dude is a freak, it's a lot bit funny. When he wants attention he probably asks you to watch a movie with him (You’re already suspicious that he didn’t put on Fight Club for the umpteenth time or another action movie). He honestly put it on as background noise and thought it looked boring so he’d probably just tell you to lay down with him and lightly kiss you until you get the picture (Spoil him). Can and WILL turn the movie off and hide the remote if you neglect him smh (He will not enjoy the returned energy next time he wants to watch fight club so for both of your sakes just give him some kisses).

Michael Kaiser

Complicated individual, rightfully so. If he wants attention he’d simply demand it. Bye. He would likely just pull you towards him without any further commentary, he might even look a bit annoyed. If you didn’t know him you’d think he was in a bad mood and upset with you but you know how he gets. However, he’s more clear when it’s been a long day and he’s feeling a bit beat down or unsure of himself. He’d just shove his face into your back or your midsection and let you play with his hair as he conks theee fuck out.

Alexis Ness

Another complicated individual whew. What is up with these codependent purple dudes who found the worst possible person to depend on? Ness has yet to find a relationship where he is properly loved and not essentially abandoned so if he feels like you’re slipping away he’ll panic and do everything in his power to convince you to keep him around. He needs a lot of reassurance tbh and spends a lot of his time in your arms. When he’s craving attention he’ll usually just be sulking around all day like a sad wet cat. Every now and again he turns to look at you wistfully and walks past very slowly like that damn homeless ant. Show him some love he needs it now more than ever ayayayay.

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ do it softly now, baby !!

ᝰ.ᐟ if there's one thing every celebrity needs to master, it's the art of the soft launch. building up the anticipation by teasing your fans, leaving little easter eggs that only the two of you could possibly pick up on, playing coy whenever questioned about your relationship status... looks like you and him could write the how-to guide on this art form. alternatively: a headcanon post on how the two of you soft launch your relationship. ( sfw + fem!reader )

featuring sae itoshi, shuto sendou, shouei barou, rensuke kunigami, yoichi isagi author's notes haikyuu version here!

౨ৎ SAE ITOSHI. you are: a 2x gold medalist for olympic figure skating. just like how sae is the jewel of japanese soccer, you're the star of japanese figure skating. no one quite understands the pressure of having to carry an entire sport, to represent an entire country, on your back — except for sae. you're known to be a very serious athlete; you rarely cheat on your diet, you keep up with a strict training regimen even during the off-season, and you've never been in a relationship ever. you're stunning, but a little bit scary. something about you just feels so out of reach — like, no normal human being could ever match your caliber. you posted: a mirror selfie. for once in your life, you actually look fairly casual; no elaborate skating costume or athleisure in sight. instead, you're sporting a re al jersey. normally, this wouldn't be enough to spark too much speculation. the team's world famous, after all. what really gets people talking is the fact that sae itoshi, who infamously doesn't run his own social media, can be seen liking all your instagram posts. (little do your followers know [but the extra nosy ones will be able to find out], he's the one behind the camera for some of your posts 🤭)

you can't hold back your laugh as you stare at the notification that just popped up on your screen. itoshisae just reacted 😍 to your story! itoshisae: Nice jersey you: thanks, my boyfriend got it for me xx itoshisae: Do your little fans know that? you: they will soon 🤭 "what's got you smiling so hard, love?" your hairstylist is respectful enough to not look over your shoulder to take a peek at your screen, but you still hold your phone close to your chest, catching the dopey grin on your face reflected on the vanity mirror. "something silly." you tell her, feeling the gentle vibration of your phone signaling that you've got another notification. out of curiosity, you look down, and your smile only grows wider. namesofficialfanpage just tagged you in a post! namesofficialfanpage [name] just posted this on her story!! do we know anyone on re al who isn't in a confirmed relationship yet?

౨ৎ SHUTO SENDOU. you are: japan's favorite actress, even though you've quickly moved on from starring in j-dramas to gracing the big screen in america. you're hollywood's current favorite leading lady, and you're known for being the romcom starlet. when interviewed on why you haven't been in any public relationships yet, you've stated, "i guess i'm so used to all these perfectly written male leads that real life romance is harder to enjoy. when i meet a man who sweeps me off my feet, i promise, you will all know about it." you posted: a photo dump from your trip back home to japan; the pictures start off fairly innocuous. there's you posing with petals from cherry blossom trees flowing by you, you wearing a traditional dress and visiting a shrine, scenic photos... but the last photo is you being carried bridal style by a mysterious pink-haired man. your head is thrown back in laughter, and he's looking down, strands of his hair falling in his face so your followers can't clearly see him. your caption is telling — he sweeps me off my feet 🤍

"shuto!" your laughter is uncontrollable, and you squeal as he picks you up, sneakily giving the thumbs up for the old grandmother you two ran into to take the photo. "put me down!" "no way. i'm never letting you go." he's staring down at you, his smile infectious, and you can't help but think you are in so much trouble. somehow, shuto sendou has given you a romance that's even better than the movies.

౨ৎ SHOUEI BAROU. you are: barou's sisters' babysitter. you're literally the girl next door, and growing up, barou actually walked you to and from school. from the minute he joined blue lock, you've always been cheering for him wholeheartedly. watching him perform at the u-20 game was a bit of a reality check for you; barou is going outgrow you and this whole neighborhood. you never realized your crush on him was returned until he comes back from that game, cheeks flushed, forcing himself to "man up" and look you in the eyes as he tells you he'd like to see you again, once he's allowed a free day from the blue lock facility. ever since his confession, you two have been together ever since, even during his pro days. he posted: a picture of when he returned home during the off-season of the pro league. barou's not known to be a cute and cuddly type of person, either on or off the field. this post humanizes him greatly in the eyes of everyone. it's a picture of his sisters playing with your hair and makeup. your eyes are shut so his youngest sister can messily apply eyeshadow to your eyelids, and she's blocking more than half your face from the frame. his caption has everyone wondering who you are, though. My favorite girls. — that's what he said.

"how do i look?" you bat your eyelashes (which are coated with nearly three thick, messily applied layers of clumpy mascara, applied by his youngest sister). your hair looks a mess, courtesy of his other sister. the tennis bracelet he got you for your anniversary stands out against the beaded friendship bracelets you've made with his sisters. even with unblended foundation and lipgloss from a children's toy set, barou still thinks he's the luckiest man alive right now. "beautiful." he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, effectively coating his own lips in the tacky, glittery gloss. his sisters shriek when they see the display of affection, but they're giggling, too. they love you just as much as he loves you. "you're always beautiful."

౨ৎ RENSUKE KUNIGAMI. you are: a lifestyle influencer. everybody loves your attitude, they're obsessed with your routine, and they want to live your life. you're recognizable by your signature stack of bracelets that you rarely take off, probably because the stack roughly costs about the same as a nice house. who said those tiktok grwm's wouldn't pay off? he posted: a gym challenge video. kunigami's not too active on social media, but his management team wants him to start posting the occasional tiktok in order to generate more hype and interest in him. this challenge is him curling dumbbells, but he starts at the weight where you stopped. as hot as it is to watch a shirtless kunigami curl 110lbs per arm, the girlies online can't help but recognize that bracelet stack on the wrist of the faceless "gym buddy" kunigami is featuring in his video.

"c'mon, baby, i know you can do more than that." kunigami's massive arms are crossed against his chest, and that damn smirk of his would make you shoot a glare his way; if only every muscle in your body wasn't already preoccupied with not collapsing. your arms are shaking, and you shake your head, letting the dumbbells clang to the gym floor. "this is torture. you do this for fun?" you point to the rack of dumbbells. "gotta keep up with the strength training, baby. and after i'm done with this, we can do some cardio together." the look he sends your way lets you know that the cardio he has in mind is one that you won't want to quit.

౨ৎ YOICHI ISAGI. you are: a popular idol, but in this country and this day and age, it's hard for some hardcore fans to understand that you would want your own life. frightened of how your fanbase will react, you beg isagi to let you keep your relationship a secret, at least until you're able to mentally prepare for the backlash. you've seen other girls in your group get ripped to shreds over dating rumors, and the last thing you want is to have your relationship with isagi being scrutinized by people who want to see you two break up. his friend accidentally posted: a video of you two. bachira genuinely means no harm! the video is quick, and you and isagi cuddled up together on the couch is barely seen for a millisecond until bachira flips the camera to his own face, with the caption "Thirdwheeling again 😔" your insane fans are quick to screenshot the one, singular frame you're barely visible in, but surprisingly enough, a majority of them are supportive of you being in a relationship.

"bachira, are you sure you're okay with me joining boys' night?" you're tucking your cold feet underneath isagi's body, and he's a good sport about it, so he doesn't complain. he actually pulls you closer to him, wanting no space to be between you two. he does correct you, though. "this was not a boys' night. bachira is lying. he invited himself over." bachira sticks his tongue out. "i can't hang out with my favorite people?" "you can hang out with us any time." you tell him, pleased that your boyfriend's friend actually likes you. no, he genuinely does like you. he's been streaming your latest single on repeat for the past two weeks since it released, to the point where his teammates are complaining about having to listen to it on the pregame playlist.

[sphireath-wisp]

#One, Two, Three, Kiss!

Sypnosis: You get put on a kiss cam with another person while watching their game live. How do they react?

Part 1: Yoichi Isagi, Micheal Kaiser, Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo

Warnings: Jealousy, not proofread, the reader goes on the kiss cam with both girls and guys, short, cursing, a little suggestive depending on how dirty your mind is

Featuring: Shoei Barou (@randomnumber20, @ariachaos), Ryusei Shidou, Sae Itoshi, Rin Itoshix GN! reader

Shoei Barou

You shifted closer to your armrest, away from the guy next to you to highlight your reluctance. It felt more than just sickening - the cheers from the audience to go through with it, the shockwaves sent through your body when you felt a hand caress your forearm. You wished it was anyone other than the guy in the kiss cam with you, his touch disgustingly gentle.

Your feeling didn't last long though as you noticed the guy's grip on you loosen significantly, his fingers trembling against your skin. It felt like there was a sudden chill all of sudden. He gulped, eyes locked onto whatever or whoever was behind you, towering over the both of you.

"Babe!" You cheer with a smile, your shoulders dropping and a sigh of relief escaping you. Barou's glare melted away at the sight of you, placing a reassuring pat on your shoulder - though, it didn't take a genius to sense the anger seething out of him. "I'll win the game for you later, go grab some snacks for yourself first, I'll pay."

You felt Barou place a cap on your head, pushing the peak of the cap down so you wouldn't be able to see the horrific scene in front of you. You could hear a yelp and, from the corner of your eye, you spotted blood. For a moment, you felt pity for the guy, but that quickly dissipated.

Ryusei Shidou

Being in a relationship with Shidou was like adopting a clingy, violent, rabid dog from the street. Did you love him? Absolutely, without a doubt. Did you question why you loved him every moment of the day? Hell fucking yeah. Every time he scored, he would stare in your direction and give you the biggest shit-eating grin ever. Having front-row seats only made it easier to hear him ramble and boast. Though, it did make you feel content to see him so motivated.

Oh boy, did that all change when the realization dawned on you - you were on a kiss cam with the person next to you. The gaudy effects and filters on the screen, the hearts littered across the panel of you and that poor person, you could feel a migraine kicking in as you imagined the scene Shidou would stir up.

A hand wrapped around your waist, yanking you away from the person. "Shidou, don't do anything stupid." You attempted to bring him back to his (nonexistent) senses, though it was in vain. He was already cracking his knuckles, a hand holding the collar of their shirt and his other hand balled into a fist.

Desperate times call for desperate measures - you try to reassure yourself as you pinch his earlobe and pull him close to you. You lower your voice to a whisper, a little flustered as you part your lips. "Score 10 more goals and win the match, then I'll spend the night with you."

Without a single atom of hesitation in his body, he let go of the person's collar - practically forgetting about their existence. Shidou's hands are on your waist, pressing kisses all over your face, his giggling paired with a dopey smile. "10 more goals and I'll have the best night of my life? You've got yourself a deal."

Sae Itoshi

This man is completely absorbed in his match, he couldn't care less or so he believed. However, that unpleasant, irked expression on his face when he saw you on the screen with another girl said otherwise. He could control himself, of course, hands tucked comfortably into his pocket to hide his clenched fists, fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm, eyes lingering on the screen for a bit too long.

You make eye contact with the girl next to you and he notices it, his jaw clenching and his body tensing up. You talk to her for a moment shaking your head firmly right after. "I have a boyfriend."

His lips part and his shoulders drop, chin dipping down. The camera pans elsewhere and he scans the audience to find you, fishing his phone out from his pocket. You feel your phone buzz in your hand, instinctively checking it to see Sae message you.

"Don't scare me like that again."

He could see his favorite, oh-so-charming grin on your face, as you rested your chin on your palm. As your fingers gently tap against your phone screen, his gaze alternates between you and his phone screen. "Yessir <3"

He chuckles softly. "I'll treat you to something special after the game, be ready"

Rin Itoshi

He clicked his tongue when he saw you on the screen. Rin was already pissed with how the match was going, but seeing you on that idiotic kiss cam - not to mention, during the break from the match -only soured his rotten mood even more. His eyes narrow, the already secure grip he had on his phone hardening.

"Switch seats" You glanced at your phone, reading the message Rin sent. "Make sure that idiot doesn't try anything."

You smirk. The camera must have caught it because Rin immediately replied back, "What's with that smile?" Your hands lay on the armrests of your chair. Instead of moving like you were advised - no, instructed to, you melt deeper into the chair, really getting yourself comfortable.

"What are you trying?" He texts with one hand and the both of you hear the emcee announce that the game is starting where it originally left off.

You noticed his game has been a little off and while you weren't sure if it was nerves or the fact that you were watching, you wanted to provide your beloved boyfriend a boost of motivation. Crossing your legs, you text Rin after skimming through the messages he spammed you. "If you don't want this guy to try anything, you better wrap this match up quickly, good luck Rinrin <3"

Tucking your phone away, you stare as Rin dashes out first. He shoots you a glare paired with a smirk and an incredulous scoff. You check your phone for one last time to prepare yourself for an exhilarating match, humming to yourself as you notice a new message from Rin.

"You better keep your eyes on me, during the match and tonight as well"

[welovenightcord]

Thighs or Tits? (NSFW)

A/N: I don't have anything to say. I hope you guys like it.

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Kunigami Rensuke, Ikki Niko, Shoei Baro, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Jyubei Aryu, Alexis Ness, Yo Hiori, Kenyu Yukimiya, Kunigami Rensuke, Rin Itoshi, Nagi seishiro, Oliver Aiku, Ryusei Shidou, Eita Otoya, Tabito Karasu, Michael Kaiser.

Warning: English isn't my first language. I'm sorry If there's any mistakes.

Thighs Boys! They are obsessed with your thighs. They even imagine fucking your thighs, maybe 🤨. They always have their hands on your thighs, even in public, If you're comfortable with it of course. Their eyes glued on your thighs!

Isagi Yoichi, Ikki Niko, Shoei Baro, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, Jyubei Aryu, Alexis Ness, Yo Hiori, Kenyu Yukimiya, Kunigami Rensuke

Tits boys! They like how your boobs are soft and cute. They are probably into tit fucking aswell. Hear me out, they definetily have lactation kink. After a stressed day, their mouth on your tits.

Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Kurona Ranze, Oliver Aiku, Rin Itoshi, Nagi seishiro

They prefer both because they are slut for you.

Ryusei Shidou, Eita Otoya, Tabito Karasu, Michael Kaiser

[suzuarou]

never quite free | shouei barou

⋆˙⟡♡ wc: 3.9k

⋆˙⟡♡ tags: gn reader, childhood friends, so much pining, barou is a softie for his person, barou-centric, reader is drunk, one (1) instance of vomit

⋆˙⟡♡ a/n: i love when mean, loud characters are softies for their person. so i wrote 3.9k words about it with the mean, loud man that has been haunting my every thought. enjoy!

at the wise age of seven, after just witnessing you punch a boy in the face for insulting your sidewalk chalk art, shouei barou made you a promise: he will always be there for you. he swore that day, crossed his heart and hoped he’d die if he ever failed you (far too serious for a seven year old, but he has always taken his promises very seriously), he will drop everything to help you.

“but why?” you had asked, and grabbed your chalk to resume your drawing.

he crouched down next to you to get a better look at what you had done so far, red eyes tracing over the rainbow you were trying to perfect. “you’re too pretty to be punching anyone.”

and, to seven year old shouei’s credit, he’s consistently kept his promise over the years. even after your parent’s split and you were allowed to be neighbors every other weekend. even after high school finally separated you two and he could only walk you halfway to campus before your routes diverged (he would always carry your bags for you until that point). even during the blue lock program when talking to you was a privilege he had to earn rather than something he did every single day. and now, as a professional athlete with an obnoxiously busy schedule, shouei is always there for you, sponge and wet wipe in hand, ready to clean whatever mess you’ve inevitably made.

which is why, at two o’clock in the morning, after too many drinks at a bar you’ve never been inside of before, it feels like second nature to call him.

alongside with keeping his promises, shouei also keeps a very strict routine. so when his cell phone starts trilling at an ungodly hour, his first instinct is to curse out whoever thinks it’s a bright idea to disrupt his sleep during his off-season. but once the cobwebs of sleep clear from his brain, he realizes there’s only one person who can bypass the do not disturb mode on his phone: you. he’s swiping his thumb across the screen in a heartbeat.

there’s a thump of some sort of bass music in the background of the call, several different conversations muddled together to create a white noise effect, and then your voice breaks through it all, a bit slurred but still carrying a familiar soft quality to it.

“shou-kun,” you breathe into the line, and shouei is up and putting pants on.

“where are you?” his voice isn’t unkind, but the gruffness of sleep is still thick and causes him to sound more irritated than he actually is.

you give him the name of the bar you’ve found yourself in, and shouei is punching in the address on his phone’s gps as he’s sliding a shirt over his torso.

“stay on the phone with me?” you ask, and he can hear the pout on your lips.

he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. “yeah, sure, but go somewhere quieter. loud as shit and i’m still waking up.”

you sound a bit more sober as you reply, “‘m sorry, shou-kun. i can ask someone—”

“don’t be. i’m getting my shoes on. keep talking to me.”

it takes every ounce of self control to obey the traffic laws on his drive to the bar. logically, he knows you’re okay. you’re babbling on about the intricacies of a sourdough starter (“is it even worth all of that effort?” “i’ll make you a loaf and then you can tell me if it is.”), and sipping on some water (bottled of course, and he made you watch the bartender hand it to you). you seem to be your usual, bubbly self, even if you’re refusing to tell him why you’re out so late to begin with. but still… his overprotective streak has been going strong for nearly two decades, and he won’t feel satisfied until you’re in the passenger seat of his car, buckled in and safe.

the bar is as sleazy as it sounded over the phone—drunk people hanging around outside smoking, the thump of the base-heavy music rattling outside, flashes of lights streaming through the frosted windows. definitely not your typical scene. but then again, this entire night isn’t very typical for you. you have never been one to drink excessively, let alone at bar you’ve never been to before, so to have to navigate through an intoxicated crowd to find you is something shouei doesn’t have much experience in. a few faces flicker with blurry recognition, and shouei ducks out of their line of sight before a conversation he really doesn’t feel like having begins.

shouei’s irritation level does significantly decrease when he finally spots you sitting at a table all by yourself, water bottle halfway emptied, your brow furrowed in a way that lets him know your thoughts are heavy. the outfit you’re wearing suggests you had intentions of someone seeing you in it, rather than sulking at a bar surrounded by strangers too drunk to recognize their own reflection. acidic jealously churns shouei’s stomach, ugly green and caustic and deadly to nearby organs. he tries his best to ignore it. now isn’t the time for his ego. his top priority is getting you out of this sorry excuse of a bar and to safety.

the way your eyes light up upon seeing him make his guts churn even more for an entirely different reason.

“shou-kun.” you breathe out his name like a sigh of relief, like even just saying it brings you comfort. this time, his heart flutters, and it irritates him even more.

your name rolls off his tongue gruffly, and he’s reaching over to pull you near him. “what are you doing here?” he asks over the loud music as he acts as a shield through the crowd of intoxicated partygoers. “do you know what time it is?”

your hand reflexively wraps around his, and it’s almost like you’re kids again—shouei acting as your personal bodyguard as you allow him to pull you along through anything. he’s always been so good at protecting you. two decades later, and his promise is still in tact. shouei might be the most stable thing in your life, and that thought alone has tears springing up to your eyes. you continue on, gaze glued to your intertwined hands and how shouei holds yours as if it’s something precious to him, as if it’s worth the patience he’s always showing you.

the night air is crisp and fresh compared to the damp, alcohol-soaked air of the club, and it helps sober you up enough to realize you’re more than likely going to vomit tonight. wonderful.

shouei gets you buckled into the passenger seat of his car, ruby gaze scanning your body to make sure you’re fastened up to par with his impossible standards, fingers fiddling with the seatbelt.

you put your hand over his, and when his eyes flicker up to meet yours, the heaviness of them nearly knock the wind out of you. “shou-kun, i’m all buckled in. can we go home now?” your voice is barely above a whisper, and that only makes his brow furrow. he shuts the passenger door and makes his way over to the driver’s side nonetheless, and begins the drive back to his apartment.

home for him is different from home for you. home for him is a humble two-bedroom apartment located downtown, one room dedicated to workout equipment to keep him in shape during his off season without the hassle of a public gym, the other room is master bedroom that no one but him have really laid eyes on. and for you, home is shouei, and not the four-bedroom house you found on craig’s list filled with strangers.

which is why he knows to drive to his apartment with no questions asked. like hell he’s going to trust your housemates to take care of you.

“what were you doing there?” he asks after the silence between you two stretches on for too long.

you’re resting your forehead against the cool window glass to help ease the throbbing behind your eyes. “date blew me off, so i went to the nearest bar.”

he knew it. taut skin stretches over his knuckles as his grip on the steering wheel tightens. “yeah, well, they’re a fucking idiot for ditching you. and you’re an idiot for getting so drunk without anyone there with you.”

“‘m sorry.”

“you’re gonna be more sorry tomorrow when you wake up with a killer hangover.”

the rest of the car ride is quiet, save for the music you decide to flip on to drown out your self-loathing thoughts. shouei isn’t much of a music person, but he is thankful for gorillaz for keeping his mind too busy to think about what sort of person you were dressed up for. it must still be on your playlist. you’re the only person who really gets in his car, after all, save for his sisters whenever they need a ride from him. but even they don’t get radio privileges. that’s saved solely for you.

while 2d goes on singing about rhinestone eyes, you watch the way the street lights flicker over shouei’s face. his hair is down, a rare sight but a welcomed one, and the bags under his eyes are more prominent than usual, indicating he really did fly out of bed to come swooping you away like some knight in jeans and a turtleneck sweater. his jaw ticks, and you wish you could kiss it.

“you okay?” he asks you, pulls you out of your drunken-trance.

you hum a response, and press your forehead against the glass once again, eyes closed but the image of kissing shouei’s jaw still plays behind them.

the car comes to a gentle stop before you can doze off, and shouei is climbing out of the driver seat to open your door and help you out. he’s careful to tap on the glass to rouse you, and when you slowly blink your eyes open to look up at him, his lungs seizes in his chest and his feet are glued to the cement. though you’re very obviously drunk, unbridled trust and love is written openly all over your face in a way that makes the world feels a little wobbly. your eyes are still on him as you unbuckle yourself, and shouei thinks his heart might just explode in between his ribs, the ribbons of it hanging off of the latter on bones and fluttering down to his intestines. he moves out of your way to allow you to open the car door, but he’s quick to grab your elbow to stabilize you as you sway a bit.

“i’ve got you,” he murmurs, and your smile is nothing short of a sun. he fears he may go blind if he isn’t careful. he isn’t sure if he cares, since he’s always wanted your smile to be the last thing he sees anyway.

when walking proves to be a difficult task for you, shouei scoops you up bridal style, and it’s unfair how natural it all feels to him. taking care of you, muttering words of encouragement, feeling you tucked under his chin and curled into his chest, all while you’re dressed to meet someone else. someone that was probably easier to digest than shouei, less egotistical, home often enough to establish a day-to-day routine with you. someone that you don’t have to warn your other friends about preemptively.

shouei has never worried about what other people think of him, can’t find it in himself to feel insecure. a king doesn’t bother himself with a peasant’s thoughts. he does, however, worry about where he fits in your life now that he’s a pro athlete and you’re still trying to find your footing. no one can ever replace him, he knows this. there will always be a spot for shouei in your life. how big that spot is, is what sometimes keeps him up at night, especially now that’s he’s recently come to terms with the fact that he’s in love with you. has been for the last two decades.

light snores leave your mouth as shouei places you down on his bed, trash can set up for when you inevitably vomit, and he’s just beginning to take off your shoes when you begin to stir again.

“go back to sleep,” he gently commands. “you’re going to feel awful in the morning.”

you pout at him. “room’s spinning.”

“i know. that’s why there’s a garbage can next to you.”

“oh thank god—”

and before he can get your other shoe off, you’re leaning over the side of the bed and emptying the contents of your stomach into the bin. shouei moves to rub your back soothingly, nose scrunched as you retch. once your head pops back up, shouei rearranges the pillows and blankets so you’re tucked in snugly, careful to not move you around too much and risk upsetting your stomach again. he stops when he feels your hand resting on his cheek.

“you’re a good man, shou-kun,” you state with a dopey smile on your face. “always taking care of me. even when i probably don’t deserve it.”

“don’t start that self-pity bullshit now,” he replies gruffly, but his eyes a soft pools of ruby. he’s always been soft for you. always will be. “i made you a promise, didn’t i?”

“yeah, when we were seven.”

“and that hasn’t changed. i’m still here.”

your thumb moves from the apple of his cheek to his bottom lip, languidly tracing it, tugging it down to see the teeth that he takes such good care of despite how much his career threatens to knock them out, rows of ivory encased by pretty pink gums. and shouei allows you to, ruby gaze boring into you, trying to gauge where the boundary line is and how solid it is. he would never, ever take advantage of anyone in this state, especially not you, but he does wonder if alcohol has made you uncover some dormant feelings. if you’re thinking about kissing him the very same way he’s been thinking about kissing you ever since your second year of middle school when he watched you punch a boy for calling him a jerk. only shouei would find such an act of violence romantic. everything between you two started with a punch, after all.

“‘s not fair,” you pout, thumb resting on the corner of his mouth.

“what isn’t?”

you purse your lips, as if trying to find the right words. “you’re so pretty. when did you get so pretty?”

he rolls his eyes. “i look the same as i always have. just taller.”

“mm, no.” your other hand comes up to brush his hair back, and his lungs swell until they’re pressing against his ribs. “you’re pretty, shou-kun. and kind. and sweet. and stubborn. and ambitious. and hardworking. so why?”

“why what?”

“why aren’t you with anyone?” when your eyes fall back down to his, shouei feels his chest crack, his heart flayed open and put on display, a pathetic art piece dedicated to you. the world tilts on its axis, and shouei barou has never felt more exposed than he does now under your drunken gaze and steady hands.

he finds his voice long enough to reply, “i don’t care about dating. too much drama and no one knows what they want.”

“do you know what you want?”

you. the answer is on the tip of his tongue, burning a hole through the muscle and burying itself in his enamel, where it will get swallowed down along with the lump in his throat. this isn’t the time to go around confessing, not when you’re drunk and still wearing clothes you put on for someone else. gently, he takes your hands off of him and lowers your body down against the mattress again, and he thinks he feels his heart crumble a little.

“i want you to get some sleep. it’s late as hell, and you have a hangover to prep for.”

and before you can protest, he makes a break for the kitchen to get a glass of water and some tylenol for you. it’s easier to breathe out here where he doesn’t have to choke on long overdue confessions and your perfume. where you aren’t looking at him as if you know just how stupidly in love he is with you. god, he really is pathetic for you. his skin is still warm from where your hands were and all he can think about is how much he wishes you were sober so he wouldn’t feel so guilty for wanting to kiss you.

“the glass is overflowing.”

he nearly jumps out of his own skin at your voice, and whips around to see you standing barefoot in his kitchen, one of his shirts draped over your frame, a pair of his boxers low on your hips. it’s unfair how much better you look in his clothes than your own. hell, you look better than he does in his own clothes. un-fucking-fair.

“what the hell are you doing out of bed?” he barks as he turns the sink off, flustered and unsure of himself. a deadly combination for a man of his caliber. “and when did you change?”

“you were taking forever,” you whine, and tug at the hem of his shirt to pull it further down your thighs. “got bored waiting for you.”

with the water and tylenol in hand, he ushers you back to his room and gets you tucked back in. “you should be asleep. c’mon, it’s late. take these when you wake up and puke in the bin if you need to. i’ll take care of it in the morning.”

but before he can leave his room to sleep on the couch, you’re fisting the back of his shirt and rooting him in place. he waits, as he always does. as he always will. for you.

“sleep with me?” you ask, and chuckle when you feel his breath hitch. “not like that, pervert. like we used to. when we were kids.”

“i’m not a pervert,” he grumbles as he turns around to face you. you’re looking up at him, earnest and hopeful, and he feels his resolve crumble. “let me change into pajamas first.” the smile you flash at him is enough to reaffirm his belief that everything ounce of his yearning and pining is worth it if you just keep smiling at him like that.

once he emerges from the bathroom in his pajamas, you open your arms up to him, bottom lip jutting out in a way that makes him want to bite it. he crawls in bed next to you instead, teeth tucked firmly behind his lips, and you wrap yourself around him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

cuddling with you now is different than when you were kids. for one, he wasn’t pathetically in love with you back then. and two, there’s an undertone to it, a slow lulling of temptation, an unspoken promise that things could always be like this if maybe you returned his feelings. the payoff might be worth the risk. but could he really put the friendship he’s cherished for two decades on the line for his own selfish desires of having you as a partner? it’s the same haunting thought-loop he’s been in for the better part of nine years, and though he isn’t one to dwell or drown in self-pity, you’re the one thing he doesn’t want to risk. and so he lays in bed next to you, your body curled around his, wondering if spending the rest of his life pining for you is a privilege or a curse.

“why didn’t you kiss me?”

your question breaks the silence between you two into a million tiny slivers, each one stabbing at his heart and lungs, lacerating them to bloody ribbons. he doesn’t dare turn to face you, doesn’t want to see what sort of expression is on your face. he’s never been a coward before, but he’s also never been in love before, and they don’t seem to be mutually exclusive things.

finally, he finds his voice buried somewhere under the gore of sliced up potential. “you’re drunk.” it’s barely above a whisper. it’s all he’ll allow himself for now.

“so? i saw that look in your eyes, shouei barou.” he feels you shift behind him, feels your breath fan across the shell of his ear as you tuck your chin next to his shoulder. “you wanted to kiss me.”

it’s a hefty accusation, one heavy with the painful truth that he’s been wanting to kiss you for far longer than just tonight. he turns his head so he can look at you out of the corner of his eye, and is shocked to see you pouting as if you’re disappointed. disappointed that he didn’t kiss you. disappointed he took the chivalrous route rather than the selfish one. two decades later, and you still surprise him.

“so what if i did?” he asks, turning his face back so his gaze is to his plain wall and not the pout on your face. there’s no use in denying it. you’re going to find out one way or another. “i’m not kissing you while you’re drunk. ‘s not right. you deserve better than that.”

“will you kiss me when i’m sober tomorrow?” the hope in your voice is thick, causes him to feel giddy in a way that’s borderline irritating.

“if you want me to, then sure.”

you hum and bury your face in between his shoulder blades, and he melts a little in your arms. “i’ll want you to.”

“how are you so confident?” he huffs and adjusts his body so it’s easier for you to wrap yourself around him. you respond by throwing a leg over his waist, and everything is alright in the world for a moment. “you’re drunk out of your mind.”

you scoot closer to him. “because i’ve been wanting you to kiss me for a long time.”

the confession has his heart seizing in his chest. and though a part of him is screaming at him to not take your intoxicated words seriously, a caged sort of optimism roots itself in his bones, blooms between his joints. he turns his body so your head is tucked under this chest, leg still wrapped around his waist, and his nose is buried in your hair, the smell of your shampoo infiltrating his lungs until it’s all he can think about. he’s okay with this, he thinks. he wants this, in a very selfish way. it might be worth the risk.

“we’ll see how you feel when you’re hungover as all hell,” is what he says instead.

“i think it’ll make me want you to kiss me more,” you giggle against his chest. “my knight in shining armor. always making everything better.”

his fingers find your hair as they often do when you’re snuggled into each other like this, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. your knight in shining armor. it’s cheesy in a way that’s almost endearing, most certainly because it’s you and almost everything about you is endearing to him. it’s a role he’s proudly filled for the last two decades, and will continue to fill as long as you need him to.

“goodnight, shou-kun,” you murmur. “thank you for taking care of me tonight.”

he hums his reply and pulls you a little closer to him.

because he’ll always keep his promise. always.

[rintoshis-archived]

fav!character who loves seeing his frame devour you. the way his clothes just swallow you whole, your thighs barely visible. he thinks it's fucking adorable. you tried his pants before but wore his boxers instead. that sight alone drove him mad.

the times where you had to physically climb him in order to get something off a shelf or on the top of the cabinet, he loves it. instead of volunteering to get it for you, he knew you were too prideful to let him do all of the work. your hands grabbing onto his large biceps and toned back, his thin shirt giving you a glimpse of his nipples.

the little things where you still choose to sit on his lap other than any chair available, where he gets to wrap his big arms around you, completely engulfing you.

or when he's wearing a hoodie a little too big for him, (which was huge for you) you like to crawl underneath it, feeling his mellow skin warm you up more than any hoodie or sweater can. he loves it, trust me, he fucking loves it.

he loves helping you out. he isn't sure if his love language is acts of service, or he just loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, cause he's the first one you shout out for when you need help. he's always one call away. ''___'' ''___?'' ''___!'' and he's sprinting to where you are.

whenever he sees you doing something, if it's painting your nails, doing your hair, drawing, brushing your teeth in the morning with messy bed hair, he just loves seeing you in your element.

it might be weird, but he just feels so much better when he sees traces of you everywhere in your home. your toothbrush beside his, a plushie sat on your bed together, your small shoes beside his, your things on your side of the sink, and his things on his side of the sink, your towels being two different colors, he just loves it.

it might be corny, but he just loves you... being there. you two could be doing nothing and could still sit there for hours. one look from you and he folds immediately.

he's fucking whipped.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 ; (BEFORE WILD CARD) RENSUKE KUNIGAMI, OKUHITO IEMON, GIN GAGAMARU, SHOEI BAROU, AOSHI TOKIMITSU, TABITO KARASU, KENYU YUKIMIYA + ..

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 ; DAICHI SAWAMURA, ASAHI AZUMANE, TETSURO KUROO, LEV HAIBA, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, KENTARO KYOTANI, TAKANOBU AONE, KOUTAROU BOKUTO, WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA, SUGURU DAISHO, ATSUMU MIYA + ..

and other of your favorite characters !

[camryn-haitani]

BlueLock boys getting jealous

Shoei Barou, Jingo Raichi, Sae and Rin Itoshi (separate) x reader

TW: cursing

[kingkunigami]

The thing I love about this blog the most is I’m just writing all my pathetic little self-indulgent thoughts down on paper with absolutely no shame.

Barou makes you clean his cock after he fucks you.

Pairing: Shouhei Barou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, not proof-read (as always), semi-public sex, messy blow jobs, hand jobs, mention of licking his taint, mention of Oliver being a perv, cum swallowing, throatpie.

Word Count: 1.3k.

Barou’s strong hands wrap around your throat as his fingers frame your jaw, the calloused pad of his thumb brushes along your bruise kissed lips as he ventures inside. Your lips part obediently as he presses down on the pad of your tongue, his still-hard cock twitches at the way you immediately lap at him. The glassy eyes staring up at him are almost enough to send him toppling over the edge, the delicious whine that vibrates from the back of your throat almost the nail in his coffin as your spit begins to dribble down your chin.

You can hear the rambunctious shouts coming from the other side of the door, the locker room full of his team mates as they contemplate their next moves during half time. Aiku had managed to score the first goal of the match, which meant his team were currently in the lead. “Don’t you want to be with the man of the match instead, babe?” Aiku had winked at you as you followed Barou into the shower room, ignoring Barou’s growl for him to “Shut the fuck up, Aiku.”

The entire exchange was something that would have embarrassed you the first time you’d done it, but now his team were used to you slipping inside to help calm the striker down whenever he’d missed a goal.

There was rarely any time for prep in these moments. Barou’s cock hard and thick as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth, starting a ferocious pace as the sound of skin against skin echoed in the tiled room. But you were more than happy for Barou to take all his frustrations out on you, secretly happy that Aiku had managed to steal the ball to score the first goal of the match. Something you knew would make this situation far more satisfying as your boyfriend worked you towards your climax.

You whined when Barou pulled his cock from your pulsing cunt, white spots blanking your vision from the intense climax that had just rolled through you with little effort.

“You’re such a mess, sweetheart.” He rasps, glancing between your bodies at the glossy sheen coating his cock. Creamy white rings circle the base and matt his trimmed pubic hair, dripping down to his heavy balls, “Barely even touched you this time.”

“It’s not my fault,” You slur around his thumb, a whiny lilt to your tone as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks when you notice just how much of a mess you made.

Barou pulls his thumb from your mouth, dragging your bottom lip downwards as it flicks back into place.

“You want me to go out there like this, huh?” He growls, motioning to the locker room that’s meters away as he tilts your jaw, “Let them all smell your needy little cunt all over me?”

“I—” Your mind was hazy at the thought of them smelling you on him, kicking a ball out on the field still completely covered in you.

“I bet Aiku would clean me up,” Barou sneered, “Asshole wouldn’t give a shit as long as he was getting a taste of you.”

Your walls clenched around nothing at his words, the orgasm he’d just awarded you now shrouded by the desire for more. Your puffy clit crying out to be touched as you were certain your slick was drooling down your thighs at this point. You were the only thing Barou delighted in making a mess of, and he did it so well.

“Or maybe I should show them how much of a mess you are for your King, hm?” He moved your head towards his crotch, the slick tip of his cock oozing fresh pre as he smeared it against your glossy lips. Leaving a trail of your mixed slick against your cheek as he continued to hold you tight, “Show them all what a filthy girl I have.”

A groan roused from deep in your chest at the words, squeezing your thighs together in a pitiful attempt to alleviate the desire burning between them. You know he doesn’t have enough time to fuck you again, not with the second half starting in a few minutes. There was barely even enough time for this, his team had already banged against the door to get him back to the field.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He grunts, “Clean my cock.”

The first sound that you pull from his lips is deep, animalistic when your tongue wraps around the engorged tip. Plump lips curl into a pout as you suck gently against the soft skin, travelling further to trace the forking veins that decorate his thick cock.

“Good girl,” He groans, fingertips dig into the back of your head as he follows your motions. Pulling you closer as you take more of his cock inside your warm, wet mouth, “You’re so pretty like this, so perfect.”

You try to take as much of his length as you can inside you, feeling his pink tip hit the back of your throat as you begin to gag around him. Spit pools in your mouth as it escapes to dribble down his length to join the mess you made at his pelvis, blinking back tears as you pull away for air.

“I think you’re making a bigger mess than before, princess.” He goads, wrapping a hand around his length to tap the leaky tip against your lips.

You move your head to the side, gliding your tongue against the length of his cock as you meet the base. Lapping at the mixture of your slick and spit as you clean him up. Barou’s hand continues stroking his cock as he watches you, lifting his length to offer you his balls which you eagerly accept. Tonguing the soft sac as you suckle one inside your mouth, marvelling in the feral grunt that sounds as his nostrils flare.

There was something domineering and imperious about him like this, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from the first half of the match as sweat dripped from his body. Wispy hairs stuck to his temples as he glowered down at you, a man that barely had to say anything to show he was in complete control.

The taste of your essence is tart on your tongue as you travel lower, following the salty line of sweat against his taint as he pulls your head back with one strong palm at the back of your head.

“Not now, princess.” He groans, returning your lips to the tip of his cock as he continues stroking himself, the top of his fist bumping your mouth with each upward stroke as he searches for his release, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

You can feel him twitch against your tongue, his thighs tense up as his pelvis seizes. Emptying his balls as he shoots warm ropes of cum inside your eager mouth, claiming his mess as your own. Barou sucks a breath between clenched teeth as he watches you swallow his spend, pumping rope after rope inside you as his hand slows to help ride out his high.

“Good girl.” He helps you from your knees, standing on shaky legs as he fixes your panties. Uncaring that the fabric was now ruined from your slick and his pre, the wetness seeping into them as he pulled your skirt back into place. Smoothing it down with large palms before pressing a sultry kiss against your glossy lips, “Don’t worry, princess. I love you filthy.”

[tojjist]

𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 - 𝗕. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗶

barou shoei x fem! reader

tags: vaginal sex, ooc, worship, dub-con (kinda), semi-public sex, barou w a boner, mentions of masturbation, breeding, unprotected sex, one mention of the pill, praise, encouragement, creampie

minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni

i just know barou is packin’.

he’s a big boy, in more ways than one.

it’s bothersome sometimes, really. the way his shorts would perk a little more upward than he likes when you’re running around the field in that pretty little skirt of yours, talking and laughing to the other boys.

or when you hand him the water bottle, fingers brushing against his fingers. it’s as if your perfume hasn’t already taken a toll on him, making him a little lightheaded as he tries so hard to keep his composure. there is no way it isn’t intentional, especially the way your eyes look at his so innocently, waiting for him to give you the right reaction.

barou gets especially hard when you wear nails that match with your outfit. he can’t stop himself from thinking just how far can these nails dig into his back? how easy is it to rip off the clothes?

yeah, and everyone knows. everyone noticed the way his breath catches, the way his body tenses, and the way his shorts lift a little upwards; signaling at some feelings growing inside him.

except you, you were the only one who didn’t know. you were so innocent and so sweet and so, so fucking tempting.

or maybe you knew. because there is no way you just happen to drop whatever is in your hand more than most times he walks behind you, bending over just enough to give him a painfully short view of your pretty panties.

and oh those pretty panties, clinging onto all the parts he wants uncovered, fabric dipping softly at the folds. he could almost trace them with his eyes if you jus-

then you abruptly stand up. he almost groans in protest, taking a step back to stop himself from pushing you back down. god— the adrenaline courses through his veins excitedly at just the thought

he’d tell himself to not look, but he looks anyway. he stares, as you stand up gracefully and his cock is twitching in his briefs, begging for some attention. he’d tell himself to pull it together.

but he doesn’t anyway.

it doesn’t take too long, almost too fast to process.

“B-Barou-ku-“

he tastes like mint and… lust.

he doesn’t ask. none of his senses were functioning as they should be now. everything was solely focused on you. you were now in a janitor room, the door cracked open just a little, barely enough to get a line of light through. you could be out in the hallway for all he cares. barou wasn't one to think of these trivial details, especially when you're there for him to handle.

barou is the king. and a woman like you deserves to be no where but at his side, a queen for him to worship and cherish and claim.

he pulls away, and without a second thought begins to unbutton your shirt. he was rough, and a few buttons fall to the ground. you try to call him but once again his mouth finds yours.

one of his hands was still undoing the stupid shirt, this time a little softer, while the other was curled in your hair, pulling you closer.

your shirt is off, and soon your hands find the back of his neck. closer.

you pull away, face adorned with a blush he didn't realize he needed to see so much. a glistering string or salvia connects you two, and barou's insides grumble with need. he wants more of this connection. closer.

he kneels before you, pulling the skirt you wore down delicately. he could deal with losing the shirt, but he can't rip your skirt off too.

his lips find the plush of your thighs, trailing soft kisses down the skin and worshipping every inch he could. he relished the way your legs shake just a little. he knows what you want, even if you won't say it.

"barou- b-barou- nhngh- suh-slow d-down-!"

but he can't slow down, not when you're taking him all in so good like that. god- this pussy was made for him. his hips thrust fast, the stimulation almost causing your legs to buckle underneath you. but he holds you firm; rough, calloused fingers glued to your stomach to keep you standing for him.

barou didn't talk all too much on a regular bases, and sex most definitely wasn't an exception. but the way he grunts into your ear, breath battered, speaks enough of how good your making him feel.

"quiet down," it's more of a grumble. "don't wan' everyone else hearing yer' pretty moans."

he bullied himself inside your tight cunt. despite your protests, saying it's too big and you're not on the pill, he continued his assault on your perfect insides, molding it into shape so you'll always remember just how good it felt.

"barou- ah-" you moan, fingers clutching into what must be a shelf as you feel sanity begin to slip out of your view little by little as you felt the knot forming in your stomach. barou felt so fucking good. much better than your toys. he's exceeded your imagination, fingers tracing all the places you didn't even know were right.

"feels good, hmm, pretty girl?" he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe. "like how i stretch you out? come on me, yeah? let me feel you come undone"

his hips picked up their pace, making even more lewd noises. the sound of skin slapping against skin was a melody to both of you. it was his skin against yours, almost too good to bear. barou knew this was always meant to be. you were always the perfect girl for him.

your cunt begins to tighten around him, causing a louder groan to escape his hoarse throat. you mewled that your close, calling his name like it's the only word you know.

as if to prove his points, your release came almost in sync with his, walls clamping onto him for dear life. it was a rhythm he's so willing to get used to. a pleasure he's never known before. the way you tremble and beg beneath him as he cums, milking his cock like you needed it.

his girth almost hurt, but it hurt so fucking good. he rode out your orgasm, panting as his sticky webs paint your insides white.

panting, he helps you stand up, pulling out. the movement made him wince just a little, exposing his length to the cold air of the room.

your hands remain clung onto the shelf, standing upright as you catch your breath. barou took his jacket off the floor, putting it over your shoulders. it was almost funny. this doesn't cover anything. if it covered the skin of yours, it definitely won't cover for the obviousness of the situation. everyone will know.

and barou didn't exactly mind that all to much

[asocialangel]

blue lock - how you hold their hands pt2

Different ways you hold the bllk’s boys’ hands.

Shidou Ryuusei, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser, Shoei Barou

Short Headcanons. Part 1 (isagi, bachira, nagi, rin) already up ! [I’ll proofread tmr mornin]. Part 3 could be considered if i get specific character request <3

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Shidou: holding his wrist

There is no particular reason to this other than his hands get sweaty pretty fast

It also allows him to hold other things like, let’s say, the bag you brought but ended up asking him to carry.

He’s also kinda bashful so holding your hand would be too much to handle for his soft heart.

And he also likes to keep that tough appearance. 

So if he was publicly seen holding someone’s hand, it would ‘ruin his reputation’ (nobody would care)

This way of holding hands also helps him convince himself that you’re the one begging for his attention or wtv

(Which is a cute yet pathetic attempt considering he’s head over heels for you, probably more than you are)

Anyways, he often grunts a little when you grab his wrist, while you snicker cause you know he wanted it more than you did

Since he won’t grab your hand to place it on his wrist, or just straight up ask you to do it, he’ll brush his hand to yours.

Sometimes he pretends it’s “by accident” (“the crowd is really dense huh?”) but most times he just quietly does, not even looking at you

Rest assured, sometimes he holds your hand. That is when you accept his request. (He often does it to show people your his and only his)

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Sae: locking arms (maybe ooc ? advice welcomed <3)

I don't think there was a particular reason for this

It’s just what the two of you came to prefer

Yeah, you hold hands ‘conventionally’ sometimes, but most of the time, it’s this, your arm over his.

Sometimes you hold his arm too, but usually you just cross them and go on.

It’s so casual that sometimes you’ll place your hands in your pockets, hold a cup or a bag… Basically not giving all your attention in holding him

That’s a relief though.

Cause if you had to pay full attention to it, that’s the only thing you’d ever do.

Since you’re always locking arms.

No seriously, wherever you, whatever you do, even if you’re just walking a meter, heading over to the trash can, you’ll simultaneously have the reflex to get close to each other and lock arms.

People say it’s rather classy though.

It fits your dynamic well, two lovers that do everything together, including sitting in silence. 

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Kaiser: always the comfortable position

You know how when you hold someone’s hand there's always a position that’s comfier ?

Usually the shorter person gets it (not necessarily)

(You hand is more sideways as opposed to more vertical) (anyways if you don't get me it's okay)

Well kaiser always lets you be that one

Of course he’ll let his princess get the best things, he’ll go out his way to make your life smoother

He doesn’t even realize he’s getting the worse part, and if he didnt he wouldn't mind.

Anyways, he’s always the one to take initiative to hold hands. 

Wherever you are, whether one or a hundred people could see you, if he wants to hold your hand, he will. 

Question being: will you get blushful over it ? Ahh, don't care actually, because he'll do it anyway. 

When you try to let go, he tightens his grip so you double think your decision.

But if you really decide to break free, he’ll let you, no hard feelings.

And when you reach for his hand first, it boosts his ego - and love for you - up.

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Barou: palm to back (the back of your hand faces the palm of his)

Classy way for classy man

I mean distinguished rather.

When it comes to holding each other’s hand, Barou goes for it as much as you do.

He’s not shy when it comes to expressing how much he loves you

So if he feels like he wants to hold your hand, he’ll just take it

But since he’s full of pride, he gets hurt if you refuse or let go first.

When you first started holding his hand in this unusual, quirky way, he was intrigued

But he soon realized it would be one the many quirks you have he’d come to love. 

And now, he actually like this way over any other way to hold hands

It’s singular ! 

The few times people tried to make ‘fun’ of him for being soft, he just glared at them for a second, and it was enough for them to understand how bad of a decision that was.

Deep down, they were just jealous he was mature enough to be so proud of loving you.

A\N : I loove writing HCs they’re so easy haha ! I hope this is clear and in character. I’d love to hear anything that’s on your mind after reading this~

[shougojo]

hello everything is fine? If requests are open I would like to know if you can write headcanons for the blue lock boys (isagi, rin, barou, chigiri and bachira) with a female reader who is a famous volleyball player? (if it doesn't matter if accepting this request could make the reader look like the female version of satoro gojo from jjk?) Thank you in advance.

W/ FAMOUS VOLLEYBALL PLAYER

cw. established relationship, blue lock x fem! reader, headcannon, reader is a famous volleyball player, reader is kinda like gojo?, definitely not proofread

note. i sat in my chair for 5 hours for 5 days straight just pondering what to write 😭 anyhow, im good :) my apologies for the delay and lack of info — i didn’t know what to put and im so so so unsatisfied :( i hope you still like it!

isagi is a very supportive boyfriend when it comes to you. buying tickets and going to your games — he’ll often times get spotted at the end of games to hug and congratulate you. you both enjoy teaching each other your sports — soccer and volleyball — it always ends with a few bruised knees and hands, but you two will do it nonetheless. in the end, you two pretty much mastered each other’s sport. even though he’s not as tall as the average volleyball player — for men — he is still very skilled. he probably gives the tightest hugs when you run up to him and tell that you won — how supportive. hence, he literally gives the best princess treatment ever; he will give you a bath, cook you dinner, buy you the most expensive clothing and jewelry, it goes on.

rin and you are quite a couple to behold. because you two play sports, you both are very tall and well built. although when you wear heels, you look way taller and older than him. rin mostly stays outside— away from the crowd during your games, but he’ll always be there once you’re finished to support and show his love. you sometimes tease him about — making him rolling his eyes. since your famous, you often have cameras around you when your in public — rin likes to avoid being on screen at all times. and you notice that — talking to your manager to lower the possibility of cameras recording you. on most days, he seems quite impatient to get home, behind this is that he wants to see you and see you practice — with you hair tied up and sweat rolling down your face. but he’s always give you the best treatment once your done.

barou is selfish when it comes to your appearance. he likes bragging to his friends about how lucky he is to have someone tall and beautiful as you. during games, he occasionally shouts and screams — it’s his way to support, gotta understand that — he loves you that much to scream in a crowd and say “i love you! i believe in you!” a supportive boyfriend, although doesn’t find much in the sport you play. but he still helps you practice no matter what!

chigiri helps you prepare for your game and you do the same. he’s a pretty fast - learner and definitely enjoys playing volleyball. he makes a few mistakes here and there, but you help him improve — which ends with a skilled chigiri. he obviously joins your game and cheer for you. unlike the rest, he like sitting from the stadium and watch as you smile and celebrate with your teammates. you end spotting him staring at you — making him blush. at the end of the day, you both enjoy a warm bath and meal. enjoying each other’s company and presence.

bachira is your biggest supporter. the second you tell him that you play volleyball, he goes crazy and starts bombarding you if you could teach him how to play. they’re questions, but he makes no room for that and his questions turn into statements. in the end, you give in and teach him to play. you’re quite impressed to see how easily he went from being a complete noob to a professional. maybe a little too happy once he knows how to play — ends up buying multiple different volleyballs and even a few nets to play in your backyard. he’s definitely the first person to arrive at your game, getting the best seat to watch you. cheering and clapping while he watches your graceful steps. literally a child running up to you and hugging and congratulating you.

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Happy Birthday, Shoei

a.n. Yes, I’m obsessed with barou n yes ofc I had tu write him a birthday piece. It’s funny bc I always seem to get bursts of creativity whenever it’s my favs bdays. They just— deserve to be celebrated yknow? Anyway, this is self indulgent, enjoy <3 Reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

W. Somnophilia, sloppy head, spit, gagging, female pet names, barou n his big phat cock <33

Barou was a heavy sleeper. Once he found himself comfortable in clean sheets, feeling you curled up into his side, not much could wake him up from slumber.

This morning was no different; sleep was heavy in his head, yet consciousness was coming to him slowly and groggily. His body seemed to be awake before his brain, because his hips were twitching, muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightening up, flexing under soft sheets.

Your palm was the next thing he felt. He’d recognize your touch anywhere, even in this half-awake state of his. Small and delicate fingers smoothed over his hip bone, traced his adonis belt before travelling down, down…

“Fuck–” The groan bubbled free from this throat, low and raspy and still full of sleep. Your hand had cupped his balls, massaged them and circled them in the base of your palm as if you were luring him from sleep. Now that he was becoming more coherent he could feel your sweet, warm pants against the vein that ran up the underside of his cock, the air conditioning hit his already wet and very swollen cockhead.

“Mornin, King.” You murmur, voice still sounding a bit far away to his ears. Shoei wasn’t sure now if it was because he wasn’t entirely out of dreamland, or because you wrapped your lips around him again, suckling on his tip like a pacifier.

“God fuckin’ damn–” His head tilts back into the plushness of his pillows, black hair fanning out around him as his Adam’s apple bobs with the force of his low, baritone moan. His muscles loosen enough for him to finally lift his head, hair momentarily in his eyes which were still slit with sleep.

He’s met with your beautifully flushed face, plump lips wrapped over his cock, palm fisting at his base to keep his heavy cock upright. Your chin was shiny with spit, knelt between his flexed thighs, ass swaying a bit as you pulled off him with a wet pop.

Shoei could have sworn he saw little hearts in your gaze as you pressed your cheek against his cock, and nuzzled the hard flesh while pumping him slowly.

He had them too, those heart eyes, though he’d never admit it.

“Mornin, Princess.” He sighs, lifting a palm to rake it through your hair. He cups the nape of your neck, thumb rubbing up against the soft spot behind the back of your ear. Your eyes fluttered at the feeling, a little hum leaving your lips as you left open-mouthed, sloppy kisses along his shaft. In each one he felt the warmth of your tongue, felt dribbles of drool pool at his balls, and it only made his cock ache further, twitching and quivering under your touches.

It was times like this Barou did not mind a mess.

“Happy–” You let your tongue run through his slit, refusing to let his bead of pre-cum roll down his length. “Birthday.” You finished softly, batting your lashes at him. “Happy Birthday, Shoei.”

He huffs fondly, palm tightening on your nape only to guide your mouth back to his tip. You open up without any fuss, sinking on his cock until your cheeks feel puffed. Until he sits snuggly in your throat and leaves it bulged out. Until your nose is nestled up in his well-trimmed and manicured pubic hair.

You sputter a bit, gag even and choke just a little. And yet you stay right there, mouth full and eyes watery. He continues rubbing that gentle flesh behind your ear, his elbow now wedged behind him and keeping his upper half upright.

“Thanks, little love.” His voice is still deep, and low, although sleep has fully faded away now. When he feels your fingers start to twitch on his balls his index finger taps at your jaw, your cue that you’re allowed to finally raise your head.

Drool connects your swollen lower lip to his dick in strings, some of them snapping back and sticking to your already messy chin. You suck in a few quick breaths, your sweet little hand massaging your saliva into his shaft and Barou expects to exchange a few words with you before you get back to it. He was ready to tease you about how long you had been sucking him off in his sleep, or if this might have been a birthday present.

But Shoei didn’t get the chance. Your mouth was back on him, lips pushed out on either side of him to suckle his tip comfortably. Your eyes are wide and watery, looking at him all doe-like, soft and gooey. This time, he chuckles, his hand finally moving from your nape to pet at your hair and make your lashes flutter. Your cute whines vibrate all the way through his cock, waves of pleasure making him swallow hard, roll his hips just a bit so his cock could feel every corner and creves of that mouth he loves so much.

“Eager little thing…” He simply murmurs, allowing you to continue to bob your head shallowly, suck and slurp at his dick like it was your favourite thing. “Gunna make me cum for my birthday, are you?”

You nod, because there was no way you were disconnecting from his lenght again. Not when he started leaking more pre against your tongue, and defiently not when you started to feel his balls twitching for release in your hand. Instead, your words are grabbled around his girth, a semblences of words that make Shoei smirk.

“Mhm, first present of the day.” <3

PROPERTY OF KENSLILOVE©️PLEASE DO NOT COPY, REPOST OR TAKE TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM‼️

[ryus3i]

When Barou had learned that the players or “contestants” or blue lock received a two week break he didn’t think much of it. He simply thought of it as it was a break,  a break from training and a break from idiots. 

Although he’d never admit it, he did have a few people he looked forward to seeing again, his family, mostly his sisters and you, his partner. 

You two had met in school and after mutual pining for months and awkward confessions you two got together and are now happily together. 

When Barou unlocked the front door to his family’s home he was surprised to hear you and his two sisters having a late night tea party in the center of the living room. 

Before he had left for blue lock you had only met his family twice and not by his own will. Once he bumped into you at the grocery store with his sisters while he was looking for more cleaning supplies. He’ll never forget the look of adoration that had spread across your face when his sisters had introduced themselves to you. The second time was when you dropped by a hoodie he had lent to you while his parents were home, they immediately invited you in to have dinner. 

Admittedly when you heard the front door unlock you assumed that Barou’s parents had arrived home, that was until you had seen the time. Calmly getting up not to alarm the girls you swiftly make your way to the front door, shoe in hand. 

Upon seeing Barou at the door, you immediately drop the shoe and wrap your arms around him. Barou takes a step back, stumbling from your sudden embrace but immediately returns your embrace pulling you into his arms. 

“What are you doing here?” you immediately ask.

“I should be asking you that, considering this my house” Barou replies, raising an eyebrow urging you to explain yourself. It’s not that Barou was mad about you being there, it was just that he was super confused. 

“Oh well your parents asked me to babysit your sisters while they went out, you’ve been gone for so long for blue lock so they needed someone to watch them, that someone being me” you explain to him. 

“I missed you, Shoei, ” you say, wrapping your arms around him gently, making him focus solely on you again.

“Missed you too” he mumbles pulling you in closer as he places a kiss on your forehead.  

You lean up and gently kiss him, he quickly returns the kiss but it doesn’t last long before it is interrupted by a chorus of “nii chan” is heard before small feet rush towards Barou. Both girls rush into his arms excited to see their older brother after so long. Barou leans on the floor and pulls them into his arms. You know he’s happy behind his familiar frown, he’s missed everyone just as much as you’ve all  missed him. 

[sphireath-wisp]

#My Favorite Lipstick

Sypnosis: How do they kiss?

Warnings: I have never experienced those deep heated kisses (only quick ones), not proofread, different from my usual formatting, not individual sections, F! reader is implied maybe, suggestive at some parts?

Featuring: A Variety of characters x GN! reader

QUICK, SWEET, SIMPLE The type of kisses that he steals from you when he wants your attention on him only. He has so much to do today, so would you let him have your eyes on him and him only - even for this short, fleeting moment?

He stops in front of the door, his feet coming to a halt when he lightly grazes his own lips, realizing he had forgotten the thing that keeps him energized throughout the day.

You spot him, completely still accompanied by a stare that tells you he's deep in thought. Just as quickly as you saw him, his head turns to you. That rational part of his mind jerks his hand up to the doorknob, well aware of the time crunch he's in, yet he hesitates to leave.

"Bye-bye honey! Have a good day at practice," You wave with the sweetest grin known to mankind - the smile that was crafted to be too perfect, the smile that greets him home and showers him with butterflies.

His defenses are toppled down, and the grip on the door handle softens as his fingers hover around your cheek. Pushing away those irritatingly silky strands of hair that become an obstacle for him, he leans in for a short kiss that leaves the both of you wanting more.

While he still wanted to give you another - you could tell from his gaze, stuck onto your pretty lips like glue - he had to endure the hellish task of holding himself back.

It'll be fine though, he'll be able to satisfy himself once he gets home and returns to your side.

RIN ITOSHI, Sae Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Shoei Barou, Seishiro Nagi?

FUN, PURE, INNOCENT The type of kisses that is embedded into your daily routine. The ones that don't seem that special brighten up his day nevertheless. The ones that cause giggles and laughter to escape out of the both of you.

He tackles you onto the bed, arms tightening around your waist as he presses kisses onto your belly. No matter how much you yelp and cry that it tickles, he doesn't stop, your laughter becoming the soothing music to ease anything bothering him.

Lips explore your upper body, pressing his soft and heart-filled kisses onto you until he reaches your face. Puppy dog eyes stare back at yours whilst his cheek nonchalantly rests on your chest. Like a cat, he claws his way up, tugging on your shirt once while he continues to cover every inch of your face with his endearments.

Making those dramatic "mwah" sounds whenever he leaves his mark on your skin, he holds the 'mmmm' sound with cold lips against your cheek for what feels like an eternity - and you would exaggeratively wish euphoric moments like this could last an eternity. Covering your face to shield yourself from his 'attacks', you giggle as you notice the apparent pout forming on his face.

His forehead flattens against yours and your pinch his cheeks gently, molding his face into a silly, lighthearted expression that engraves itself into your memory. "I love you," or so he would declare to you, his pupils dilating the moment he heard you repeat the exact words back to him, adoration laced into that siren-like hum of yours.

MEGURU BACHIRA, Reo Mikage, Yoichi Isagi, Hyoma Chigiri, Seishiro Nagi

DEEP, HEATED, FORCEFUL The type of kisses that he expects as a reward for all of his hard work. After a long day, he loves those cute kisses that you pepper onto his face - but he's demanding and knows damn well that he loves that rush in his body when you're aggressive with him.

He pins you to the wall, the loud crash of your body against it passing as if it didn't physically cause you to wince. Well, it's not as if you had any time to focus on the pain when you're stuck in a deep kiss, the satisfaction from receiving such a treat from him washing away any pain inflicted.

How could he not hold back? It had been months since he had seen your precious face and he just had to let loose. You invited him to a secluded corner away from anyone else and that ridiculously smug smirk told him everything he needed to know.

Your hands travel to his hair, pulling at his scalp to give you the limited time needed to breathe before getting to round 2. He doesn't restrain himself either, hands tucking themselves comfortably under your shirt and caressing your back.

Once the both of you stop, you catch your breath, heart still racing in your chest. "We're going to get caught, idiot. Hold back a little." You rub that dark spot on your neck, flustered face scowling at him as if he was scum.

An Iron grip holds your hand, lightly kissing another spot on your shoulder. "You're asking too much out of me, princess." He was still hungry for more, unluckily for you.

Technically, you initiated this, so you better be ready to bear the consequences.

RYUSEI SHIDOU, Micheal Kaiser, Aiku Oliver, Reo Mikage, Shoei Barou, Sae Itoshi(let me dream)

[maochira]

im at the zoo rn and i got jumpscared by a monkey who suddenly jumped in front of me when i was looking in it’s cage 😭 and so i wanna request:

bllk boys who’s at the zoo w their younger sibling, and them witnessing the thing that just happened to me

HSKSJDBANA OH MY GOD POOR YOU😭 I didn't get many ideas for this though😔

Requests open! - Bllk big bros masterlist

Sees how much it scared you, so he hugs you and makes sure you're okay.

RIN!!!, BAROU, Isagi

Starts an argument with the monkey and insults him over and over. It makes the shock in you disappear immediately because it makes you laugh.

ZANTETSU!!! but he does it unironically, SHIDOU halfway unironically, BACHIRA

Just laughs at you and will forever keep reminding you of this.

KARASU!!!, Oliver, also Shidou

[reomikagekin]

20. Barou!

20. '𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘺?'

Your Selfish and arrogant yet loving boyfriend, 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘪.

He always saw him above other's. He says he's the king of the field.

But for you, he was your king, and your king only.

Barou was quite strict and mean, always wanting the house to be clean. But one thing you always questioned?

why was barou so soft around you yet so harsh and mean to the others?

You had to ask him that, so you did.

At the first break of day, you woke up without barou next to you, he was that type of guy to wake up early, so you went downstairs to the living room.

"Good mornin' princess." barou welcomed you with that soft tone of his.

"Morning, barou.." you replied, in a tired and hoarse voice.

"Barou..i have a question."

"What is it? Spit it out, princess."

"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙮?" You finally asked him, which shocked barou for a few seconds before anwsering.

"Because your deserving od my love, you deserve to see this side of me, princess. No one else."

You smiled at what barou replied to. You really loved him.

"I love you barou.."

"Me too princess."