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hair-down-barou has no business being this hot
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hair-down-barou has no business being this hot
BAROU HAIR DOWN🫵🏼🙇🏼♀️
cw: smut // stepcest
Stepbrother!Barou Who is the world's best big brother imaginable. He's the man, the older one, the protector of his little sister—biological or not—and he sure as hell takes this new role seriously, like everything else he does. He has to take care of you and simultaneously guide you to a bright future, be a good example and most importantly put some ground rules into your head.
Stepbrother!Barou Who always complains about your lack of tidiness. He grumbles about cleaning up after yourself while putting away your skincare products from the bathroom sink and chides you for not keeping organized whenever he comes into your room to pick up your laundry. He ends up dusting off your shelves himself before he strolls in with the vacuum cleaner.
Stepbrother!Barou Who is always there when you need someone or something. A shoulder to cry on? He's letting you cling to him and wet his shirt with your tears. Someone to take you to the mall? He's driving you personally and carries all the bags until you're done without complaining. No pocket money left for the strawberry matcha that calls your name? He's paying like it's second nature and even buys you the little cupcake he knows you've been secretly drooling over as well.
Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everyone who looks at you is met with his icy stare—eyes narrowed in suspicion, brows furrowed in annoyance and he's growling like a damn dog. If it's a boy and he dares to show too much interest in you, even if it's just for a school project, so help him God. The poor guy is damn sure to get slammed into the lockers after school and meet a panting Barou, jaw set so hard his teeth nearly crack and fists clenched in barely restraint fury while he spits deadly threats that he does indeed plan to act upon.
Stepbrother!Barou Who's cooking up a healthy dinner of protein and veggies as he watches you from the kitchen and how casually you lounge in the armchair while watching TV. Those little chuckles of yours make his features soften every time and he's not completely unaware of how little fabric you started wearing around the house ever since the summer heat came around.
Stepbrother!Barou Who folds your laundry, because it would be a tragedy if you'd have to lift a single one of your perfectly manicured fingers (sponsored by him) and also because he's seen how lazily you throw the clothes into your wardrobe... that's a no-no for him. He can't stop himself from peeking a little longer at your underwear in his hands, feeling the delicate fabric between his callouses and imagining you in every single piece of clothing that he's currently folding so neatly—the cute and innocent ones just as much as the naughtier stuff.
Stepbrother!Barou Who lets you model for him during your recent shopping trips and pretends it's just to give his, in your opinion, completely unreasonable opinion. Lately he even started to do outfit checks before you leave the house to go basically anywhere. He twirls you around with his big hands on your waist or hips, checks underneath your skirt and tells you to change if he doesn't like how short and easy access some pieces are.
Stepbrother!Barou Whose own wardrobe is now half full of your clothes, especially your lingerie—it's every piece he confiscated because he deemed it inappropriate and nobody will ever get to see his sweet little stepsister in something so slutty. The red lace lingerie is just as much for him as the short summer dresses and cheeky jeans shorts, and nobody—NOBODY—is ever going to see you in those again as long as he's around.
Stepbrother!Barou Who overheard you complain about the lack of care and attention ever since he took control of your life. He almost faints. Like what do you mean lack of care and attention?! He's doing everything for you already and you know exactly that you could ask for more and he'd still comply immediately... When it finally dawns on him what special needs you're talking about, he already decided that you will not give yourself over to some useless scum that couldn't satisfy you even if he'd be able to last more than two minutes before cumming like a middle schooler.
Stepbrother!Barou Who makes sure everything is set perfectly. Your diet and exercise is meticulously planned out the days before so your body could take what he plans on doing to you and he makes sure you drink lots of water throughout the day to help you stay hydrated. He prepares a bath for you and while he listens to you humming some songs from the bathroom, he sets the mood with scented candles and a bouquet of flowers. You always love his surprises, right? So you're sure to love this one too!
Stepbrother!Barou Who is spoiling you rotten in more ways than one when he ends up feeding you his mushroom tip. He's been unintentionally teasing you for the longest time, taking foreplay way too seriously before finally gave in to your pleading. Just the tip though. That has to be enough. He refuses to go all the way. Not because you are his stepsister, but because you're just a little baby in his eyes and you should wait a few more years (maybe until you're 50...) before letting some brute deflower your innocence.
Stepbrother!Barou Who sits back on his heels between your legs, shaky hands gripping the back of your knees to keep you spread and still. He's breathing heavily at the tight grip of your cunt around his tip and watches the way you stretch around it obscenely. You squirm and try to wriggle further down his cock, tears are running down your rosy cheeks as you whine for more... Not even a stickler like him has enough willpower to not just plow into you and give you everything you want—just like he always does.
@missyonmission
This work is entirely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, places, organizations, or events is purely coincidental. No factual representations are intended.
Hello girlie
Could u please make a part 2 of the blue lock boys protecting u. With Sae Kaiser Aiku and barou🙂↕️🩷
Of course! Thank you for your sugestion! :)
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Blue Lock characters and the way they protect you - part 2
Featuring: Sae, Kaiser, Aiku & Barou
Prompt: You're at a party, and you're getting bothered by some guy.
Disclaimer: I don't know these characters well, so their introspection might be off, just a heads up in advance!
Warnings: slight harassment, cursing, name calling, implied NSFW, but no real NFSW!
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Itoshi Sae
Nonchalant intimidation but clearly overprotective.
You were boredly staring out at the crowds, suppressing a yawn.
"This party is great, isn't it?" A man said with a saccharine voice, appearing seemingly out of thin air.
You raised your eyebrows, slightly taken aback at his sudden appearance.
"...yeah."
An awkward silence fell.
You then turned around, not in the mood to be conversational.
However, the man was ostensibly irked at your dismissal, he stepped in closer, placing a hand on your hip.
Alarmed, your head snapped in his direction, lips into a thin line.
"What do you think you're doing?" Your eyes narrowed.
Your eyes travelled to his hand, snug on your middle, disgust making your lips curl up snidedly.
The man leaned in, breath heavy with alcohol, his eyes half-lidded. "Just having some fun, babe. You should come dance with me, pretty lady."
He then looked you up and down, lewd intentions clear in the reflection of his shrewd eyes.
"No thanks." You said coldly, stepping away, as you tried to suppress a convoluted shudder.
The man's jaw tensed. All flirty pretentions slipping from his face. He stuck out his hand, fingers curling tightly around your wrist.
Now you've had it.
"You let me go now," you threatened, eyes spitting fire, "or I'll--"
"Or you'll what?" The man snickered, "Cry like a weakling?"
"No. She'll call her boyfriend."
An icy voice cut through the atmosphere, as a figure stepped in.
His steps were sure and precise, hands tucked into expensive designer pants that snugly hugged long, fit legs.
An air of confidence and self-assurance hung about him, leaving people stunned and intimidated in his wake.
Frosty, cyan-coloured eyes bored straight through the man's, who let out a surprised gasp when he noticed with whom he exactly was messing with, cowering underneath the newcomer's imposing eyes.
But they softened, imperceptibly so, when they met yours.
"Sae..." You spoke, relief pooling into your chest.
Sae nodded at you in acknowledgement, before stalking towards the man, a mask of cold indifference slipping onto his face.
His eyes flicked then to the man's hand, still clutching your wrist. Even though Sae's expression was impassionless, a frigid irritation and blazing protectiveness shone through.
He turned to the man, eyeing him up and down, his looks spelling unimpressed.
"Why don't you listen to her? She said to let her go." Sae spoke, voice chilling.
"You... you're Itoshi Sae..." The man said, amazed.
"And you're an idiot who decided to mess with my girlfriend." Sae retorted in a bored tone without missing a beat.
"I..." The man instantly let go of your hand, as if burned.
You wringed your hand, pain flaring up from the spot where his fingers had dug into your skin.
Sae's eyes flitted over to you, the barest hints of worry and petulance flickering in his eyes at the sight of your being hurt.
Striding confidently towards the man, Sae was ever the image of the ruthless genius footballer the media made him out to be.
The man was trembling now, eyes flicking frantically all over the places, taking stumbling steps back.
"She jumped me!" The man yelled in a shaking voice, pointing an accusing finger at you.
You let out an indignant scoff.
Sae raised an eyebrow, "Really? And why would my girlfriend settle for lukewarm trash like you?"
"W--wah?" The man was positively baffled, shrinking into himself.
Sae sighed, his irritation finally shining through. "If you haven't picked up on the hint yet, quit harassing my girlfriend. Where do you work?"
"I... uh, am a footballer at FC Barcha." A trace of pride gleamed through his tone.
Sae did not hesitate to completely crush his haughtiness.
"You're fired."
Then, after delivering that humongous bomb, Sae walked up to you.
His hand came up to yours, soft finger pads caressing the blossoming bruise. His eyes narrowed in frustration, before he took your hand in his and stalking off.
"Sae? Where are we going?"
"Home." He simply answered, briskly walking in the pathway that the gaping people had made for you.
"I... are you sure?" You hesitatently faltered in your steps. "This was an important event, your agent--"
"Will handle it." Sae firmly but gently cut in. "We're going to get you patched up. I don't want you anywhere near those amateurs."
Warmth filled your chest at Sae's determination. A small smile grew on your lips.
"...alright. Thank you, Sae."
Sae didn't say anything, but his thumb rubbing a reassuring circle on the palm of your hand was telling enough.
The next day, the papers were streamed full with headline-breaking news.
News of a footballer being fired and Itoshi Sae protecting his girlfriend was all the papers were talking about.
"Sae?" You lightly called, sheets falling off of your uncovered shoulder.
"Mhm?" Sae turned around, messy bed-hair somehow making him still seem pretty.
Tch. Pretty people and their stupid pretty privileges.
"You're in the papers."
You showed him your phone. Sae lazily squinted, before grabbing your phone and tossing it away.
"Wh-- Sae!"
"Don't look at those papers, they're all shit. You can look at me instead, okay?"
Sae slung an arm over your middle, dragging you until you were pressed against his warm body.
His hand came up to your wrist, thumb circling the new bruises blooming there.
Bruises, courtesy of Sae, who pressed a lazy kiss against your cheek.
You let a gasp as Sae placed a hard kiss on your neck, hard enough to bruise.
"Sae! Everyone's going to see that!"
The man in question hummed, not at all deterred.
"Let them see it. I won't let anything like this happen to you ever again."
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Michael Kaiser
Public degradation and fierce possessiveness.
"Can I get one glass of red wine?"
"For me a cognac and this lady's number, please."
You turned to the side, a baffled frown on your face.
"Ah, please put the red wine of this sweetheart on my tab!" A man with the few upper buttons of his dress shirt undone, showing an inordinate amount of skin, called out.
"Oh. No, I can pay for myself--" You stepped forward, but the man was faster.
"Woah, pretty girl," The man positioned himself against the bar, both his hands coming to grip your shoulders. "Let me pay for this round, yeah? You can... pay me back in another way."
He then reached out, his arm coming to lay around his middle as he pulled you flush against him.
A disgruntled expression crossed your face, disgust evident in the curl of your lips. You pushed yourself off of him, taking several steps backwards.
"I'm not interested."
"Oh? Are you sure?" The man shot you a salacious look, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips, as he simultaneously leaned in, his grimy fingers coming closer and closer--
Until a red liquid was thrown over the man's head, drenching his hair and soacking his white dress shirt a bloody red.
The man gasped, eyes blinking frantically to see through the red haze, before he was thrown against the bar, eliciting a pained yowl out of him.
It suddenly became dead quiet. The chattering of guests faded away, the bartender stopped his cocktail making, and every pair of eyes was now directed at the spectacle occuring.
"That's enough, you worthless pig." A low voice taunted.
"What the hell--" The man's outrageous yell faltered away at the sight of the interluder.
A murderous look on his face, strong hands crushing the fingers in his hold, and broad frame empoweringly towering over the man.
Who else could it be but Kaiser?
The man opened his mouth, but a hand was swiftly clamped over it.
"Shh, mutts like you don't talk." Kaiser clacked his tongue, leaning in, cerulean eyes staring straight into the other's eyes, his lips pulled into a wicked grin.
Kaiser then lifted him up, tattooed hand crushing the man's windpipe.
The blond then got closer, his voice barely above a whisper, so only the people in the direct vicinity were witness to his next words.
"Here's what's going to happen, you lowly clown. I'm going to dent your face, and then you'll never show your ugly mug to me or my girlfriend again, okay?"
The man hastily nodded, fear evident in the way his eyes were screwed shut and his severe trembling.
Kaiser scoffed, "Otherwise, it'll be such a shame if you never played football again." He kicked lazily at the man's leg, a nefarious glint in his eyes.
The man swallowed, eyes as wide as saucers. "Yes, yes! Just please, let me go!"
"Tsk. How pathetic." Kaiser rolled his eyes, before dropping the man with no further ado.
A loud thud reverberated in the silent hall, as the man landed like a sack of potatoes face-first on the ground. Noticing everyone's eyes on him, the man, now sporting a bloody nose, quickly scrambled up, fleeing the space.
Sighing, Kaiser wiped his hands off on a tissue, as if the whole ordeal just yet was just a walk in the park for him.
He then turned to you, but instead of the iniquitous disposition he'd been donning before, his eyes were softened, though tinged with worry.
He cupped your cheek, fingers undeniably gentle, making you grow pliant under his enchanting touch.
"Are you alright, Schatz?" He tucked a stray hear behind your ear, the low murmur reverberating against your earlobe.
"I... am alright." You managed to say, a warmth pooling in your chest.
Was it getting hot in here, or was it just you?
"That's good, love." Kaiser encircled your waist with his arm, all the while pressing a tender kiss against your nose.
You let out a surprised huff, the noise making Kaiser's heart beat just a little bit faster, his smile just a little bit wider.
His nose pressed against your shoulder, his eyes flashing threateningly at the still stunned onlookers.
If you'd notice Kaiser's arm tightening around your middle, you didn't say anything.
And if you had discerned Kaiser pressing a long kiss against your shoulder, long enough to make the people in the vicinity embarrassedly avert their eyes, you didn't say anything about that either.
Some things were just left better unknown.
Except for the fact that you were Kaiser's and he was yours.
And no one would ever doubt that fact again.
Not if it came to Kaiser.
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Oliver Aiku
Faux-polite conversation, but trust, inside he's fuming. Will wrap an arm around you, or unabashedly kiss you to ensure no one will get the wrong ideas.
You were lightly swaying to the music, talking to some acquintances, when suddenly, you felt yourself being spinned around by the waist, face to face with a stranger.
"Come dance with me, pretty lady." The man winked at you, his hands on your hips as he forced you to sway in tandem with him.
Your mouth turned into a frown. You stepped back, the hands of the stranger falling off of your hips, but not before tentalisingly tracing your skin.
"No thanks. I have a boyfriend. And even if not, I wouldn't be interested anyway." You coolly spoke, hands crossed.
The man slowly moved his head left to right, raising an eyebrow. "Where's your boyfriend, then? Leaving such a lovely lady unattended like that..."
A shudder went along your spine at the lewd tone he was using.
"He's busy."
"Oh? But you and I are not, so why don't we..." The man stepped into your personal space anew, hands travelling from your shoulders all the way down until they were resting on your waist.
He then abruptly pulled you closer until you were chest against chest. You let out an offended snarl, struggling to push him off of you.
"...have some fun together?" He smugly smiled.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" You fumed, yanking your hand back, but his fingers were ironclad around your wrist.
The man ignored your outburst, twirling you around as he dipped you, his face mere inches apart from yours. Your heart halted when his eyes dropped to your lips.
You frantically tried to push him away, but his face was still nearing, his breath comingling yours, lips almost brushing yours--
You were yanked abruptly away, so abrupt, blood rushed to your head.
Hands settled among your hips, but the callouses on the fingertips felt familiar against your skin.
A warm breath hit the side of your neck, the overwhelming scent of mint and petrichor filling your nostrils.
"Hey, princess. Having fun?" Aiku said in a charming tone, but his eyes threateningly darkened when he looked at the flummoxed man.
"Lovely night, right?" Aiku casually spoke to the man, whose eyebrows creased in confusion. "Lovely night, with my lovely lady."
A hint of a threat could be detected in Aiku's otherwise modest tone, but the message came in loud and clear.
The man went pale, looking incredibly small next to Aiku.
"Well, I'm going to steal her from you, otherwise I might just get a bit jealous. And we wouldn't want that, do we?" Aiku carried on in his forced polite tone.
"Or... I might just do some things you'll regret." The threat hung in the air, tension so thick it was almost tangible.
But god... his voice.
You swallowed arduously, his silky voice making heat pool into your stomach.
At your flustered reaction, the corners of Aiku's lips twitched upwards. Twirling you around, your hands ended up on his shoulder, your back to the man.
Your heart raced in your throat, flush appearing on your neck at the proximity.
Aiku chuckled, kissing the reddened skin, as he slowly but surely dragged you away until you were out of eyesight of the other man.
His hands were slewn around your middle, fingers lightly squeezing as he rested his forehead against your shoulder.
"You're even more beautiful now." Aiku's voice rumbled against your skin.
You raised an eyebrow, amused. "More beautiful?"
Aiku chuckled. It was filled with solely mirth.
"More beautiful being in my arms."
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Barou Shouei
Nitpicking and degrading the whole person.
You were in a desolate corner, taking a temporary break from the incessant buzzing of the crowd, and the slide of sweat-slicked bodies in a tight room.
Placing your wine glass down on a table, you rested your hand on the wooden structure. The smooth lacquered tiles a refreshing cold against the pads of your fingertips.
However, a clammy, sweaty hand placed itself on top of yours, interrupting the cold flow.
You grimaced, feeling irked at the slimy sensation of his skin against yours.
Hastily pulling away your hand, you refrained from snarling, instead you took a big step back.
Sending a tight-lipped smile at the man, you began to make your retreat, however, the man clamped his hand on yours, insisting and compelling.
You stood still, lips properly downturned now. "Can you let go?"
The man pursed his lips, contemplating for a moment as you fumed impatiently.
"No."
You raised an eyebrow.
"Let go." Your voice was harsh. But the man was unrelenting.
"I'll let you go if..." The man trailed off, a suggestive glint in his eyes as his gaze landed on the area beneath your face.
Feeling disgusted, you snatched your wrist back, quickly backing up.
"Leave me alone, you goddamn pervert." You hissed.
The man's eyebrows drew near each other. Sick amusement fading from his face.
"What the hell did you just say, you bitch?"
Your nose scrunched in disgust at the insult, eyes narrowed. You opened your mouth to say something colourfully back, but another voice spoke up.
"She said to leave her alone, you dumb donkey."
A well-built figure stepped in, muscled arms crossed as he imposingly looked down on the smaller man.
"Shouei." Your eyes widened.
He gave you a quick nod before turning to the man once more. The man in question seemed to shrink in himself at the furious look in Barou's eyes.
"You think you're good enough, huh?" Barou stepped in closer, consequently, the man backed away.
"N...no. Not at all!" The man waved his hands frantically, his forehead gleaming from sweat.
Barou tsked. "Do you think you have what it takes? You fucking smell like a trash can, and your posture's horrible than my grandma's. Stupid donkeys like you shouldn't even be here. Least of all harass women."
"I... I'm sorry!" The man pled, back hitting the wall.
The people in the near vicinity were now openly perusing the spectacle. Some of them looked baffled, others pitying at the pathetic man.
And indeed he was.
Just moments ago, he was acting all cocky and smug, but now, he was reduced to a tragic, trembling mess.
"Well, now? What's your answer? Answer, you goddamn mutt." Barou snapped.
"I... I apologise!"
"Not to me." Barou grumphed. He gestured with his head at you.
You sent the guy a disgusted glance.
The guy turned to you. It was almost pitiful how pathetic he looked.
"I'm sorry! Please let me go! I won't bother you again!" He yelled, face writhing.
Barou rolled his eyes, but stepped to the side, leaving the man leeway to flee.
Which he did. Embarrassingly fast if I must say so myself.
Barou sighed, muttering something along the lines of, "coward" underneath his breath.
"Well, what are you looking at?" He spoke loudly, directed at the people still gaping at him. "Don't you know its bad manners to stare?"
At his imperious tone, the people hesitatently averted their eyes, but it didn't cease their occasional weary looks.
Though, Barou remained undeterred, steadfast in his confident and aloof demeanour.
However, his face was still reminiscent of the gruff expression he wore earlier, but it had transformed into a more mellowed out disposition as he turned to you.
"You okay?" His eyes roamed along your figure, searching for any injuries.
"Yes, I am. Can't say the same for him, though. I don't think you left his ego intact." Amusement was evident in your tone, as a laugh threatened to burst out of you.
"Well, he deserved it." Barou declared. "Talking to women like that, and especially to mine. Tch. I hate types like that."
"Oh yeah?" A smile wormed its way on your face, heart warming at the thought of Barou referring you to his.
"Yeah." Barou took your hand in his, pulling you away from the crowd.
"Dumb donkeys like him shouldn't even be allowed near you at all."
crazy asses
Heather by Conan Gray
Barou swears that he isn't jealous but only worried how much polyester the sweater you are wearing
You stared in the mirror in awe of yourself wearing a newly bought jersey of your favorite fiction player, gifted to you by a friend as a gift. The gift was great, and the color was high quality— however, the cloth used was some cheap polyester.
You didn’t complain much though, due to both of you being students and all.
Wanting to show off to your partner, Barou Shoei. You called him over telling him it’s a movie night at your place, nothing special. While you showered and cleaned yourself, excited for his reaction to your new fit that you just concocted inside your closet.
It’s a no brainer, you had a hunch that he’d get jealous— and you were wondering what that would be like. Barou Shoei, would he tear up? So many possibilities indeed. He didn’t display any objection to your fits before, and as a curious human being you were asking if it would be the opposite now.
A sudden knock interrupts your thoughts, while you quickly wear the jersey and comfortable shorts.
“Coming!” you yell out through the gap of your bedroom door. “-use the keys, shoei.” you added as you get the shorts laying on your bed.
A quick shut of the door signalled you he entered accompanied with the sound of heavy shoes dropping to the ground. You hear his muffled voice through the walls talking about “making snacks”, as you hear his footsteps slowly disappear into what you assume is the kitchen.
Putting on the shorts and looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn’t look half bad— far from it in fact, since you look smocking hot.
You slowly opened the door, careful not to make it creek or squeak.
Tiptoeing around the corner, you saw his figure just in front of the microwave— black hair down, which was rare to outsiders. Luckily you aren’t one.
“(Reader), are you there?” his voice startled you, and subconsciously you let out a sound. He noticed it as the microwave let out a sound to signal Barou the snacks finished, “Stop hiding around the corner.” He simply said while he opened a cabinet door to fetch a bowl.
Damn it. You thought to yourself, you wanted to scare him. Rolling your eyes to appear to his backside, trying to seem nonchalant.
You saw him getting the snacks out using a small handkerchief. Cutting it open and pouring the inside to the bowl, all the while you stand there heart racing thinking about what he’d do. He looks so handsome, what a sight for sore eyes, his aura is brighter than the blue sky. You were captivated, mesmerized, of him, it felt like a dream standing here as his partner.
It felt like an eternity but he finally finished, the bowl filled with yours and his favorites.
“Reader check this out-” turning his head, he paused once looking at your outfit, he blinked like reality would change. You saw his eye twitch. Hah! A reaction. You felt you could die as his red eyes stared back at yours.
“What are you wearing?” he questioned, his hands at his side still locked on the jersey you were wearing. You swear up and down it was nothing, he didn’t seem convinced however.
“You’re not even half as pretty, take it off.”
Not wanting to end it so quickly you stirred it further. Questioning him why he was acting like that, and teasing him if he was jealous. He stayed silent at your provocation, “Sho! Don’t be like that. At least tell me the reason.” Something in him clicked.
“Polyester.” What? “Polyester” he repeated.
Now you're just confused.
“There’s too much polyester in that jersey.” He explained like it was a matter of fact.
Furrowing your brow. “You don’t even know what’s in this?”
“I can see by just looking at it, change.”
Not convinced you reluctantly go to your room to change, grumbling. Yelling out "You're just jealous!" in the hallway, with no response in return.
Once you got a new fit going on, you basically stomp your way to where the television was.
Barou was there, the snacks on the table in front scrolling through netflix— and your heart just soften just a little bit.
“You were definitely jealous that time, admit it.” you stated as you sat right next to him, picking a snack from the bowl and munching on it.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, my queen” the tv scrolled past before your eyes, landing on a show. You felt his head on your neck while his arm draped to the other side.
“I won’t let this go.”
“Just wear my jersey next time, I already pre-ordered it. 100% cotton this time.
creds for dividers. @pixopix, image 1, 2. NO IMAGE ARE MINE, all on tumblr.
TYSM FOR READING! any kind of request is much appriciated
𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. no feeding to anything, translate/posted somewhere else must dm me, all rights reserve (05/03/2026)
BARO.. BEING A DAD ?!
tags/content warning. fluff
author’s note. since i couldn’t find much baro’s content, i’ll do it myself😔 while proofreading, i remembered baro’s going to the bowling game and doing yoga in his free time, so my drabble is wrong, his son actually does look like him :p
Shoei Baro is so girl dad coded. Not because he already has sisters, but because she’d be his copycat, and he’d be fucking proud of her, screaming to everyone who wanted (or didn’t) to hear that she’d be as good as him in everything she does. That little girl is literally him, from her eyes to her hair, from his ego to his hunger for victory. Baro knew who his little girl would be when she told him she wanted to play football just like him; she’d be the Queen who’d run the whole field, and everyone would bow to her.
“Y’all kids could never, peasants.” Baro would send a video of his little baby's entire match to the old group chat of Blue Lock members, in which she’d strike two goals that brought victory to her team.
“Here he go again :x,” Nagi replied. Baro did it constantly; they were used to seeing this little girl playing football. They joked about how she looked like her father; she really was a dictator in the making.
Ouch, that must've hurt...