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itoshiexx · 2 months

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running your fingers through their hair

you are now reading... LENA'S 1K MILESTONE EVENT FIC!

↳ itoshi rin, michael kaiser, reo mikage (separate) + cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

notes: omg hi guys! i'm freaking ALIVE!!! i know i've been terribly inactive but life as a recently graduated lawyer has been INSANE and i barely have time to breathe, let alone write. regardless, i was able to finish this after some struggle, and i really hope you guys like it! cafuné is a brazilian word and it's something i love very much, so thank you anon, @kyukiss and @etoiile for the request and sorry it took so long ♥

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Itoshi Rin

“you remind me of a dog, you know?”

rin’s eyes shoot open with your unexpected words, and you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever witnessed on his face when it came to you.

“excuse me?”

his tone is supposed to be threatening, but his voice is slightly laced with sleep, so it sounds a lot more like a whine. you snort a little bit, pausing your ministrations on his head, where your fingers run through his hair.

“not in a bad way, baby. i just mean you’re like a puppy when you want my attention,” you giggled a little, and if rin didn’t love the sound so much, he would have berated you.

“that’s absolutely not true.”

“it is, though. you came back from practice all tired and grumpy, and the first thing you did was put your head on my lap because you wanted me to run my fingers through your hair. you didn’t even showered, rin.”

“i did shower! on the locker rooms!”

you smile mischievously. “oh, i thought the dampness was from sweat. i was about to call you out for being stinky.”

rin’s grimace worsened, and a pout formed on his lips. you couldn’t resist the urge to squish his cute cheeks together. god, he was so adorable it tugged on your heartstrings. how was that even possible?

you lowered your head to give him a quick kiss, and although rin tried to deepen it, you pulled away fast, grinning once again. he knew what was coming even before you said it. “you’re also like a puppy when you trail after me around the house. a lost puppy.”

his groan reverberated through the whole apartment, and rin shoved your hands away from his face, scowling. “i fucking hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

“i hate you. i’m serious.”

you giggled again. “so why didn’t you leave my lap then?”

his eyes met yours, and you kind of relished in the furrow of his brows. it made his pout even cuter. “…what.”

smugness radiated off of you, because you knew rin — your rin — like the back of your hand. and if there was an universal truth in the world, it would be that the younger itoshi was down bad for you. enough for him to stay despite your shenanigans that always got on his nerves.

“i said, if you hate me, then why didn’t you leave my lap?”

his mouth opened, but no retort came out. he gaped like a fish for a few seconds before groaning again, turning his body so that he could hide his face on your stomach. you laughed at his childish behavior, knowing it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. not many people were able to see this vulnerable side of him, and you were glad to be one of them.

“shut up.”

“yeah, yeah. you big baby.”

comfortable silence engulfed the both of you, and rin remained hidden on your stomach as you picked up the book you were previously reading, wanting to continue the story. though your left hand was suddenly tugged to lay on your boyfriend’s head.

“keep going,” he murmured, “…please?”

a gentle smile took over your features, and you were quick to run your fingers through his dark, silky strands. rin sighed softly, content with the affection you gave him — as if your angelic hands could take away every doubt swirling on his mind and wipe off the tiredness from his sore body.

“of course,” you said. and your mind completed silently: i’d keep going forever if it made you happy.

perhaps you were down bad, too.

Michael Kaiser

contrary to popular belief, michael kaiser was not a bad boyfriend.

despite his huge ego, his narcissistic tendencies and his extravagant yet somehow rude personality, he wasn’t the type of guy to treat his partner poorly. in fact, he was a very attentive boyfriend, always doing his best to make sure you were happy and healthy.

or maybe it was just you. who knows.

whatever his reasons were, you relished the fact he took such good care of you, even if he wasn’t physically present because of away games — because michael was very good at making people notice him. whether it was with a bouquet of your favorite flowers delivered to your job, a nice breakfast cooked before you woke or even a small note of love professions.

however, nothing really compared to having him there, with you, flesh and bone.

especially on those days you just felt so miserable you wanted to disappear.

“liebling? you okay?”

it was one of kaiser’s rare day offs, and all you wished for was to spend some much needed quality time with your boyfriend. though, this wasn’t possible due to your job, one you liked having despite michael saying he could support the both of you financially.

but the day at work just sucked. like, a lot. it was that kind of day where things go from bad to worse in a matter of minutes, and when you swear it can’t get shittier, it does.

you were exhausted and emotionally drained. the whole drive back to your shared apartment you were holding back tears, and the dam broke the second you heard kaiser asking you that.

“whoa!” the blonde exclaimed when your bodies collided on a tight hug. “what is it, engel? what happened? did someone hurt you?”

his worried tone just made you sob harder, and kaiser rubbed his hands on your back, trying to give you some comfort. he started to sway your bodies together while humming, doing everything to calm you down.

eventually, your sobs died down, and your boyfriend carefully brought you to the couch, making you lay on top of him; head on his chest. he started to gently scratch your scalp, running his long fingers through your hair.

“you feeling any better?” he asked in a low tone.

“yeah. thank you, mikka.”

the blond only hummed. “do you… want to talk about it?”

you had to stifle a giggle. god, he was so cute. even when he sucked at talking about feelings, he always made an effort for you.

you slowly shook your head. “jus’ had a really bad day. but it’s okay now.”

his eyes softened impossibly, and you nearly swooned at the sight. “yeah?”

michael kissed your forehead, and kept threading his fingers among your locks in a gentle caress. you smiled, because it was all you really needed to be comforted.

“yeah.”

Mikage Reo

reo’s body collapsed on top of yours, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs. you should have been used to it by now, really, since he’d always do that after you finished your smexy times, but sometimes it still caught you off guard.

“reo, you’re heavy,” you groaned, teasing him. “get off me!”

“give a guy a break, will you?” he whined. “i’m tired.”

your giggle reverberated through his body, and reo repositioned himself to lay his head on your chest, hugging your waist tightly as if to never let you go. he’d rather lose all his fortune before he let that happen.

“is mr. athlete getting out of shape? i didn’t know this light exercise could make you so…”

your boyfriend interrupted you with a groan. “babe!”

you raised your hands in mock surrender, giggling again, and reo thought maybe he didn’t really care about your teasing if it meant seeing you this happy. he loved you in all your versions, but carefree was his favorite one.

“sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

before he could make a suggestive joke, his breath hitched in his throat when your soft hands started caressing his hair, gentle fingers threading through his purple locks making him sigh. it was so unfair, he thought, how you managed to disarm him with just a small touch, reduce him to putty in your palms with a little gesture of affection. some of his friends said he was a fool in love, and reo couldn’t agree more.

your love made him silly, but he didn’t hate it. he could never hate anything about you. all mikage reo was able to feel was love, love, love, an emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed all of his senses, making him forget about all his worries and responsibilities — heck, even the whole world. and he didn’t mind if the world burned as long as he could keep you safe and away from the flames.

“what are you thinking about?” the whisper of your voice echoed the walls of your shared bedroom.

“what makes you think i’m thinking about something?”

though reo couldn’t see you, he knew you rolled your eyes.

“it’s usually how the human mind works, honey,” you answered, your wit making him stifle a laugh. “besides, you’re always so chatty, talking my ear off—”

“hey!”

“—so it always concerns me when you get quiet.”

the heir sighed, letting the silence linger a little longer to recollect his thoughts. reo usually didn’t have a hard time expressing himself with words, but sometimes his heart swelled so much it made it hard to think. so, pretty much every time he was with you.

“it’s just… i’m thinking about how i never really believed in past lives and reincarnation. i never really believed in soulmates, either,” he said, and you paid attention to every word. mesmerized by the wonder in his voice and even more by the sparkle in his purple eyes when he averted his gaze to yours.

“but when i think about you, love… when i see you in my arms or when i rest in yours, i’m sure you are my soulmate, and that we were together in every lifetime. it’s always been you. it will always be.”

your chest swelled with love for the man laying in your embrace, and you tried to hold back the tears from falling. god, he was everything. you didn’t even know what you did to deserve a lover like mikage reo, but you were far from complaining.

you gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, trying to convey even a fraction of the love and adoration you held for him, and looked back to caress his face. then, smiling with the world in your eyes, you answered:

“it’s always been you, too.”

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saerins · 5 months

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°୨୧ NO CONTEST

+ kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, friends to lovers, slight hints of jealousy, mentions of alcohol, they go clubbing

notes: help me i think i made myself fall for this guy even more after writing this shit for him > ⤙ <

summary: being just friends doesn’t mean much when neither of you really want to keep it that way. problem is, will either of you make the first move?

SPOTTED: KAISER-KAIA DUO HIT THE STREETS, NEW BUDDING ROMANCE?

“i like you though, y/n.”

it’s spring and the weather outside is the nicest it’s ever been in a while and you have every chance to enjoy it except for the fact that dear michael kaiser is lounging on your couch, rifling through the magazine he got in the mail.

“right, haha, very funny,” you mumble sarcastically, slumping down onto the other couch where kaiser isn’t sprawled all over.

sometimes, you think it’s funny how he’s portrayed as this hot, sexy, confident soccer player who can do no wrong when it comes to matters with his looks, but then in private he’s like… well, this. his bed head’s a mess, his room slippers are the fluffy-fuzzy kind, and much less high maintenance than everyone makes him out to be. (but you have to stop yourself from staring because kaiser doesn’t sleep in anything but his sweatpants during this season and well, where his abs are concerned, he’s definitely got no problems there.)

kaiser sighs in the overdramatic fashion that’s probably his trademark right about now. “y/n, y/n, what do i have to do to make you believe me?” he turns around, smirking at you as he raises a brow. maybe it’ll work on his countless fangirls, but after being friends with him for over six years, you’re probably immune to it.

“maybe you can just shut up and get ready for your event later.” you roll your eyes, sauntering to the kitchen to get yourself some breakfast, automatically making two of everything because kaiser loves to crash your apartment in the morning. (he really does need to learn about personal space.)

breakfast preparations go quietly. kaiser listens to you—he shuts up and starts getting ready for his event before coming back into your apartment, all fresh and ready to shamelessly eat the breakfast you made, staring at you from across the table whenever you’re not looking like he always does.

“kaiser-kaia duo hit the streets, new budding romance?”

“miko, don’t tell me you’re reading that gossip rag too,” you whine, looking for any excuse not to dive into your pile of work for the day.

your colleague swivels her chair over to your cubicle, looking around to make sure your bosses aren’t around to witness the both of you slacking off. “hey, isn’t he your friend? give me the tea! are they really dating?”

leave it to miko to get all excited about dating rumours. you really don’t know what’s so special about them—kaiser’s gotten so many of them ever since, well, forever. even before he became a soccer superstar.

you remember what kaiser said in the morning. “i like you though, y/n.” always ready with that smooth tongue of his. that aside, if he really was dating someone, you bet that they’d be staying over with him more often than not, and there’s really no harm in rejecting a rumor as opposed to confirming one.

“nope, they just happened to be waiting for a cab at the same spot.” and paparazzis love to snap a shot from misleading angles. now that you’re really looking at the article, they managed to make it look like kaiser’s kissing her cheek. you find yourself rolling your eyes at it and looking away.

miko sighs, leaning back against her chair. “man, that sucks, they look cute,” she comments, scrolling away from the online article before she gives you a suspicious side eye. “hey, you sure you’re not dating him?”

you still a little at the sudden line of questioning before turning your attention back to your laptop equally quickly. “if i was, i wouldn’t be so free all the time now, would i?” a response to which miko shrugs off and decides to let go of as she retreats back to her desk.

as much as you love miko as your colleague, you haven’t been as honest with her as you could. she knows you’re friends with kaiser, yeah, but she doesn’t know he’s basically your neighbour. she doesn’t know that he comes over all the time whenever it’s off season. she doesn’t know that the both of you have fallen asleep next to each other on the couch.

she doesn’t know a lot of things—like how your heart’s beating erratically now at the notion of being someone special to kaiser. it’s always been sweet nothings that you thought would stay that way, and you’ve always been short at realising your own feelings, so much so you were, once upon a time, positive you had zero romantic feelings for your friend.

now? you’re not so sure anymore.

seven days pass and kaiser’s been pestering you every single moment you’re free—like he always does—but today’s kind of a special day because it’s your birthday and it’s an hour away from your dinner party yet you’re not even close to ready.

your hair’s wet, you’re still in your loungewear, you have no idea what to wear and kaiser’s just flipping through the channels, half bored to death. for his part, at least, he’s already ready.

it’s not even fair how he takes just half an hour to get ready and yet he looks like he does. hair perfectly soft, and he’s wearing a nice black suit with a wine red dress shirt underneath, his tattoos peeking out here and there. if he wasn’t a soccer player, he’d definitely either be a model or a very charming businessman.

“too handsome for you?” kaiser smirks as he catches you looking, and you have to spin on your heels to avoid getting flustered (to his face).

“shut up, kaiser, i haven’t found anything to wear,” you groan, making a beeline for your bedroom. you really wished your friends hadn’t booked a high-end restaurant for little old you—then you could literally just throw on anything and be done with it.

kaiser, completely comfortable in your apartment, strolls into your bedroom with you and starts browsing through your closet, ignoring your protests. within seconds, he finds a dress and holds it out, a lopsided smile filling his face. “how about this?”

the wine red satin dress hovers in front of you, and you have to swallow the lump in your throat before you speak, feeling the line getting blurry. “trying to get me to coordinate outfits with you or something?”

you’re trying your best but your voice quivers just a little bit, and you bet that smug smile on his face that he can hear it. “why not? we look good together,” he shrugs, as though it’s no big deal but it’s hard to stop yourself from overthinking when lately the two of you have been flirting more often and serious than usual.

rolling your eyes and trying not to be too late, you grab the dress from him and change into it, spending some time to yourself to recollect, internally cursing him for being able to make you this flustered over nothing at all.

by the time you come back out into the living room, hair all done and accessories settled, this time, kaiser’s the one who’s caught staring, shameless in the way his eyes drag over you from head to toe. you’d tease him for it, but you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for his comeback so you refrain.

as you grab your go-to black heels and sit down to strap them on properly, kaiser’s quick to offer a hand, his lithe fingers taking your heel from you, slowly inserting your feet, his eyes lingering on your face and his thumb rubbing circles around your ankle. your eyes are glued to his own, and somehow it makes you even more nervous when he’s not joking around. when he looks at you like this—serious, like he’s trying to tell you something without saying anything at all.

the way he ties the straps are gentle and precise, tight but not too tight that it’ll hurt you. you’ve jokingly told him to help you tie your shoelaces before but he’s always refused. yet now he’s helping you put on your heels on both feet without saying a word and the way his hand lingers on your calf when he’s done is enough to make you melt.

on some other day, you’d joke with him and get him to let go. today, you’re silent.

kaiser chuckles, though, his hand casually brushing up your calf slightly before he pulls away, gently patting your head as he gets up.

“let’s go.”

dinner is agonising, enjoyable, agonising.

it’s nice; being seated around a table, enjoying small talk and nonsense with the same group of friends, catching up with people like kaiser and ness who’s been away a lot because of their profession.

yeah, that part’s nice. what’s agonising about it all is how close kaiser is to you, how his right hand casually drapes around your shoulder from time to time, shifting down to your thigh sometimes, making you go crazy.

it’s not like the both of you haven’t been close before, but you feel like maybe this time, it’s different. it’s not just the close proximity, it’s the intimacy of it all that has you inwardly keeling over. what’s worse is that you think you want it, him. in a way you didn’t think to think of before.

“you sure you’re not dating him?”

miko’s words ring repeatedly in your head. somehow, your answer’s changed from nope to you sort of wish you did. you bite your lower lip, absentmindedly laughing along even if you didn’t hear the joke at all.

“you okay?” the voice in your ear nearly makes you jump up from your seat.

on your right, ness is grinning as he looks at you, like he knows something’s going on in that little head of yours. you shake your head anyway, but ness shoots you a knowing smile as his eyes briefly shift to kaiser’s arm around you before winking at you.

fuck, is that really enough to make the heat rush to your cheeks?

“y/n?” one of your other friends calls out, snapping you back to the foreground.

“what?”

“next stop: new club downtown! orange, or grape, or whatever the fuck name it is,” he drawls, excited, “you up for it?”

before you even get the chance to agree, one of the other guys speaks up. “hey kaiser, speaking of clubs, didn’t that dating rumour come up recently? the one with, uh, kaia?”

readjusting himself, kaiser pulls away from you, taking a swig of his beer. “don’t remind me,” he groans, sighing.

“why not? she’s hot!”

there’s a knot in your stomach that you can’t explain.

beside you, ness snickers. “tell ‘em what really happened, stupid.”

that manages to pique your interest.

kaiser sighs, resigning because he knows they’ll just keep hounding him if he refuses. “she tried her luck, that’s all,” he settles for something vague, trying to escape.

ness, however, ever the kind soul, expands on his words, making sure you hear every single bit—you’re not sure if he’s trying to egg you on or just see your reaction.

“please, she was trying to get you to send her home, no?” ness’ explanation gets a reaction out of the group, and you’re glad you all have a private room here so no one outside can hear you, servers included.

“shut up.”

“kaia and kaiser—has a nice ring to it.”

and even though kaiser doesn’t entertain that, you feel a little envy brewing inside you—one that you fail to drown out.

orange is filled with people; combining the fact that it’s holiday season and it’s the club’s launch night, it’s safe to say that there’s barely any room to breathe. still, your friends are all drunk on the alcohol, pulling one another to the dance floor, leaving you and kaiser at the table.

he’s still close as ever, his bare hands brushing yours, one of his arms around your waist, keeping you close.

“dance with me,” he raises his voice over the music. the way he smiles so genuinely now managing to make your heart skip a beat.

suppressing your grin, you wordlessly agree, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. he meanders the crowd skilfully, as expected considering he and ness are frequent clubbers. it’s only now that you realise you’d never gone to such a place with him, which is surprising considering your many years of friendship.

as you join your friends on the floor, you can’t help but notice how kaiser sticks to you and you alone, his hands on your waist, trickling up and down your arm, dancing along behind you. even surrounded by people, he commands your attention alone.

unfair.

but to kaiser, it’s unfair too. it’s not fair how you’re so pretty, it’s not fair how you’ve always been. it’s not fair that he’d fallen slowly for you, and now so so deep. how is it fair that even when he tries to forget you, when he tries not to mess with the friendship, that he ends up falling even more?

his eyes stay glued on you, shamelessly making sure no other man gets their hands on you—it’s fucking insulting how they try to get you to dance with them even when he’s right there. lucky for him, you’re not budging. you’re there. with him. only him. even if your other friends are here.

it’s just him and you and he wonders what you’re thinking. are you as flustered as he is right now? kaiser hasn’t even let himself drink more than one mug of beer, all because he knows this is a night he’d rather remember than risk forgetting.

“hey, isn’t that kaia?” one of your friends excitedly points out and kaiser follows his line of sight.

it is her, and she’s heading this way—but that’s not really important because what’s important is how kaiser noticed you’ve stopped dancing, awkwardly trying to shuffle away. it’s kind of funny, he swears he can tell that you might feel the same way about him. maybe you’re just more stubborn than he is.

so he keeps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“stay with me,” he whispers into your ear, and he suppressed a grin from the goosebumps searing across your neck. he guesses it’s a good sign you’re listening to him.

“kaiser, what’s up?” kaia greets, evidently trying to move for a hug but kaiser’s not budging, squeezing you closer instead.

he nods at her in acknowledgement before letting the rest of his friends throng around her for a photo.

once she’s sufficiently busy, he hears you speak up. “were you dancing with her that time too?”

kaiser manages not to snicker at your obviously jealous tone, “yeah, we went with a few other people after our shoot was wrapped up.”

you nod, and all kaiser can think of somehow is that your shampoo smells so nice. “oh, sure you don’t wanna dance with her again tonight then?”

are you testing him? it’s cute.

he shakes his head. “nah, i danced with her a lot that time already,” he teases, though he’s not too sure whether you’d take it like a joke like it was meant to. when you don’t respond, he chuckles, gently turning you to face him. “there’s one thing i didn’t do with her though.”

kaiser’s face is just inches away from yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek and he’s aware that everyone in the close vicinity is looking at the two of you but he doesn’t care.

honestly, he has to admit, he’s dreamed of doing this a thousand times over, always hovering between the decision to ruin this friendship or not. the thoughts were there whenever he’d wake up next to you on the couch. or whenever all of you met up and one of the other guys would throw their arms around you. or in the mornings when you made breakfast. there’s not a time he’s been sure whether this is what you wanted too.

hell, he’s not even sure now. but fuck, if he wastes another minute not trying he thinks he’ll kill himself for it. and he’s hoping to god this isn’t a dream because you’re not pulling away and you’re not treating this like a joke and it can only be because you want this too.

without another thought, his lips press against yours and it’s like the loud music drowns out into the background, getting lost and fading away. suddenly it’s like you’re the only thing in front of him and fuck, you taste even better than he can ever imagine.

“fuck,” he exhales, cheeks pressed against yours. “be mine?”

still breathless from that kiss, you chuckle weakly and nod, both of you earning whoos all around the room. (you make a mental reminder to tell miko before she winds up seeing this online before you get a chance to explain.)

and just like that, kaiser’s finally gotten the girl of his dreams.

“want you, baby, just you.”

the next morning, the two of you make the headlines.

LIPS LOCKED: KAISER & RUMORED GIRLFRIEND SHOW OFF THEIR LOVE

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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄

summary: you've been pulling all-nighters and michael kaiser isn't happy about that. good thing he has a trick to lure you into bed with him.

w.c: 1.6k

notes: don't be fooled by the pictures. the only kitty cat in this fic is kaiser <3

the digital clock by your side is silent, no ticking to announce the seconds that are trickling by so quickly. time is slipping through your fingers like sand, and you can only watch, pushing past the grainy texture.

everything is starting to feel like a bubble, wrapped in a haze of focus. the sound of blowing AC is minimal, no more hustle of honking cars, and the world is quiet as your eyes sting from the tablet light, drooping in exhaustion.

all is well. at least, until that bubble breaks.

"how are you still sitting there even after all these hours?"

kaiser pads into the living room, shirtless with only some sweats hung low on his waist. every single one of his steps are confident, as if he's set out on a mission he's determined to complete. he fans himself with a hand, walking over to where you're seated on the living room couch. "are you a zombie? or has my angel finally turned into a mummy?"

there are dark circles under your eyes, generated by the hours upon hours of work you've been putting in. every movement feels sluggish; the tablet in your hand feels heavy, as if something's tugging you and your body to lie down on the comfortable cushioned furniture. lack of sleep and too much caffeine, probably.

you can see the way he's eyeing you, a borderline mix of anger, annoyance, and sleepiness wrapped into a person that is him. you don't know whether to be threatened or intrigued by it.

"come here, baby. let's get you to bed, okay?" kaiser leans in close to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "i can't let you work yourself down to the bone. you've got me, remember? my card's for you to use."

his movements are too gentle, too smooth and the way he's smiling so sweetly at you, batting his eyes, makes you wonder what he has planned. when you feel the telltale signs of his fingers around your hand, you glare, pressing the tablet to your chest. kaiser's always been a smooth predator, he knows how to get what he wants.

"you look like a feral raccoon," he laughs, sitting right beside you on the couch. "i have a thing for pandas. not trash pandas."

this time, he leans in to press himself into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist as he all but curls into your frame. his shoulders slump and he sighs, happily nuzzling his face into your skin. "you smell lovely, liebling."

"mikka," you sigh as he starts to leave gentle kisses on your skin. he's nothing if not trouble but you won't lie to yourself, his presence always brings comfort even if he does end up distracting you from your work most of the time. "shouldn't you be asleep?"

the digital clock on the desk looks back at you, the gleaming red numbers clear. 12:03 AM. you frown, placing your hand on the crook of his neck, playing with the hair that's found its place there.

"aren't you tired?" his body relaxes, curling more around your frame like a cat does with its mother. you can only chuckle when he tries tugging the tablet out of your hands. "what's gotten into you?"

for one, your lover never goes to bed past 10 PM. it's part of the routine you both have. whenever he's home, you follow his routine down to the t. it starts with breakfast at 8 AM, lunch at 1 PM, dinner at 6 PM, and cuddles sprinkled throughout. then you let him drag you to sleep by 9 PM, snuggling against each other like it's the first time you've both shared a bed.

the pout he's sporting tells you he isn't happy that it didn't happen tonight.

"mikka, go to bed. i'll be with you in just a sec." the words are nothing but a lie and you both know it. if it weren't, he'd be happily drooling with his hands around you in bed by now.

kaiser snorts, his pout turning into a frown. he's displeased and it shows in the way that he's started to tug your tablet harder, determined to get you into bed with him. you can feel him shake against your neck, and you tilt your head, surprised when he leans back with a victorious smile and your tablet in his hand.

"mikka." the threat in your voice is clear as you raise your hand, asking him for the tablet back nicely. "i need that back. give it to me, please."

"you know i can't do that." the pout he shows you is absolutely sweet; one you've seen him use dozens of times to get his way. one you have yet found a way to refuse. "i can't sleep while my fiancée works."

there it is. there's that word again. fiancée. another trick he's been using to get his way. "right, fiancée?" he repeats, tucking his hands under your legs and back to lift you into his arms.

"besides, i'm more important than whatever your working on. after all, i'm your fiancé." he nuzzles his face into yours as he walks, playfully biting your nose with a giggle.

you can only glare when he grins at your flustered expression.

"shuddup. you're so annoying." kaiser smells oddly sweet, a mixture of scents that don't usually linger on him, and as you lean your forehead against his collarbone, he's quick to place you on the bed, hurriedly pinning you under him right after. "mikka!"

"let me see." his tone is a mixture of laughter and whines, and his eyes sparkle brightly, similar to the diamond studded ring that now sits on your finger. he holds your wrists, dragging them away to reveal your face, flushed and all. "there's my pretty."

there's a silence that comes after, one that he fills with a loving gaze and a haughty smirk. he leans down, pressing himself against you, and nuzzles into your neck with his hands wrapped tightly around your waist.

he clearly has a thing for your neck.

the press of his body on yours is heavy but it's something you're used to. kaiser is someone who thrives with physical contact and combined with the summer heat, he's been a menace. he insists on latching onto you like a koala every single day. not that you mind. especially not when he's shirtless like he is now.

"aren't you hot?" you mumble, trailing a finger down his back. you watch as he shivers at the action, goosebumps rising on his skin. "we might both experience heat stroke if we keep cuddling like this."

"yes, i am hot." comes his answer which you snort at. he grins at the sound, lifting his head to look into your eyes. "don't act all coy. i know you love it when my tattoo's on show."

your eyes dart down to his arm at his words, taking in the thorny roses that slither up the skin. they're stark, inky black against his pale arm. you follow their path up to his neck, marveling the rose on his skin that perfectly matches his hair and eyes.

"see," he teases smugly, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips. "you can't resist me."

you blink at that, looking at him with wide eyes.

"what?" a grin makes its way onto his lips as kaiser places his head on your belly, kissing you through your pajamas. "something you wanna ask?"

something is different about him. not in the way he looks, not in the way he behaves but in the way he smells. your eyes narrow before widening in realization. "you're wearing lip gloss?" you prop yourself on your elbows, using a hand to pull him up. "lemme taste."

kaiser grins, smug as he lets you maneuver him all you want. with every peck that's placed on his lips, his grin grows bigger and bigger until he looks like a chesire cat.

"is that why you smell different?" you mumble, tilting your head to press against his lips harder. he responds in kind, wrapping his hands around your waist tighter as if you're going to disappear if he doesn't. "what flavor is that? cherry?"

when he finally lets you pull away, your lips are red and swollen, playfully bitten by the man in front of you. his gaze stays on them, smiling smugly as he nods.

"yeah. after all, i'm the one that gets to pop your-"

there's a groan that comes when you push him off. you giggle, hovering above him from the bed. sprawled on the floor, your big bad fiancé looks nothing like his fierce persona on the field. if anything, he looks like a startled starfish. "that's what you get for being so annoying."

there's a glint in his eye that has you backing up on the bed. seconds later, he's back on his feet, tackling you into the pillows. the sound of laughter fills the room and as you pant, hovering above him, you cradle his face in your hand. your future, your world, your everything.

"i can't wait to marry you," you whisper, one hand trailing hearts on the rose that sits on his neck. "i can't believe you roped me into this."

"i guess i'm just that charming." he laughs, pulling your body down until you're straddling his lap. his hands are gentle as they trail down your thighs in return, squeezing the fat around your hips. "i can't wait either. especially for-"

"one more word and i'm banishing you to the couch."

"will you be on the couch with me? because if you will-"

"mikka."

"yes ma'am."

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kaiser1ns · 1 month

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𝘀𝗮𝗲/𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝘀𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲)

╹synopsis :: your boyfriend gets jealous because of your photoshoot with another footballer player

╹contents :: fluff, a little bit ooc, sae gets jealous of kaiser, kaiser gets jealous of sae, dramatic and sassy boys, 0.5k words for Sae , 0.5k words for Kaiser

╹notes :: just randomly thought of this, hope you liked!

ITOSHI SAE

He doesn't like social media for the sole reason that he can see something that he didn't needed to know about. And now he wants to delete every app he has on his phone and sue the company who thought that you being next to Michael Kaiser was a very good idea. Marketing strategy to put two very famous people who are liked all over the world so they can attract more attention and sales. He knew you had a upcoming photoshoot, but you didn't mention anything else about it and now as Sae scrolls through the Instagram page of the sport sponsor's photos, looking how you put your head on the German's shoulder, the other photo of him that has his wrapped around your waist, then you holding soccer ball all smiles and giggles. It makes him want to vomit and gouge his eyes out.

"I can't believe they paired you with Michael Kaiser," he mutters, his voice tinged with jealousy, narrowing his eyes as his grip around the mobile tightened. You know him better than anyone else including himself and for all of the years you have been together — he gets extremely sassy when jealous. His famous stoic and nonchalant demeanor, rarely revealing his emotions can't fool his girlfriend. You reach out to take the phone from his hands, you persisted, your fingers playfully poking his cheek. "Sae, it's just part of the job" you reassure him, trying to calm his racing thoughts, "Are you perhaps, jealous?" but he only rolled his eyes at this comment of yours, crossing his arms and not looking at you but straight to the TV in front of him.

In response, Sae grumbled, his tone dripping with sass as he attempted to deny his emotions. "I am not," he insisted, though the dramatic flair in his voice betrayed him.

"Yes, you are~" you teased him, knowing that he can't lie to you, and he too does know that.

"No," he protested, though his resolve was weakening under your gaze.

"Oh, you definitely are," you persisted, refusing to let him off the hook so easily.

"Absolutely not," he insisted, though the tension in his voice betrayed his facade.

But you knew him too well to be fooled. "No, you are not" you countered, your tone gentle yet firm.

"Yes, I am," he said without thinking, Touché Y/N. Your boyfriend always uses reverse psychology against you, so safe to say you learned from the best.

"I mean, what's next? You gonna be posing with Leonardo Luna for a perfume ad?" He turned his head and gave you a pointed look, he was so cute you wish you could take a photo of his face right now.

You laughed at his behaviour, for a man who was deemed very serious, sometimes he acted like a child being all pouty and sassy. Running your thumb over his cheekbone soothingly. "Oh, please, as if anyone could replace you," you tease, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "You're the only one who has my heart, Sae. Kaiser's just a prop in this grand show called advertising."

Sae rolls his eyes once again, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he concedes, finally relaxing against your touch. "But I will sue the company."

"Sae, no!"

MICHAEL KAISER

The German prodigy was always interested in the newest fashion trends, believe it or not, as he always spoiled you with the best quality designer clothes, jewellery, shoes, perfumes — you name it, you most definitely have it. He just adores you and wants the best for you, but right now he's wondering what he did wrong to deserve this?

Was he not enough for you, was he not the best boyfriend you ever had, was he just something temporary that you could so easily forget about?

As you walk through the door, you're met with a sight straight out of a soap opera. Your boyfriend, draped dramatically across the couch, staring at the ceiling as if it holds the secrets of the universe.

You raise an eyebrow, "My love, are you okay?"He turns to you, his expression a mix of betrayal and hurt. "Oh, nothing much. Just questioning my existence, like why did my girlfriend decides to do a photoshoot for the cover of a magazine with another guy?"

You blink, trying to process. "Wait, what? You mean the Versace shoot?"

He sits up suddenly, his eyes widened of you casually talking about it "Oh, of course, thanks for admitting your mistake. Because everyone casually poses for Versace with Itoshi Sae, right? It's just your average Tuesday activity."

You can't help but laugh at his overreacting theatrics. "It's not like I'm going to run away with him. Or do you want me to?" He crosses his arms, still pouting. "Hmm, maybe. Since you clearly don't love me anymore."

You playfully roll your eyes, moving to sit beside him, "When they called you to be the model, you were busy with the Euro finals." Kaiser was about to open his mouth to defend himself but he sure was busy when the photoshoot took place. "Besides it's just Sae, nothing to worry about. He couldn't care less about others." He sighs dramatically, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You smirked and wanted to tease him more, knowing how much he disliked a certain someone. "Exactly! Imagine if it were Yoichi instead of Sae. You'd probably start a protest outside the magazine headquarters."

He feigns offense, as he stood up from the coach. "My girlfriend and that sucker on the cover together? I'd have to kill him for real this time."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him to sit on the couch again, hugging him and kissing his temple as you played with the blue hair of the mullet. "Don't be silly now. You know I will never leave you, no matter what." He melted into your embrace, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I know. Just don't go giving me a heart attack with those Isagi jumpscares, okay?" You pressed a reassuring kiss to his cheek. "You have my word," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. "I promise no more Isagi jumpscares." He chuckled softly, leaning into your touch. "Good, because I don't think my heart can take it." With a playful glint in your eye, you added, "Unless you want me to revive you with a kiss every time."

"I would like to kiss you on different occasions, thank you."

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ode2rin · 10 months

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kaiser, before this sight in front of him, was certain he carried all the crazy in this relationship.

looking at what you were doing right now, he realized he was apparently wrong.

“darling, what are you doing?” he questioned, his curiosity piqued.

“practicing my WAG cheer and clap,” you replied nonchalantly.

“your what?”

“if you make me repeat it, you'll find your pillow on the couch tonight,” you warned, sparing him a glance.

so, this is serious business.

“alright, i heard you. but why are you trying to mimic them?” he inquired, referring to the women you were watching on tv, seemingly seated on the sidelines of an NBA game, clapping like they intended to make no sound by how close their hands were.

fed up with his questions, you darted towards him. in your hand, you held your phone, containing a photo taken during one of his recent games. it captured the moment he scored a goal, with you in the background, caught up in the fervor of the crowd, jumping and screaming with unbridled joy.

kaiser never thought he had a favorite photo of you until this one.

“look at that!” you exclaimed, thrusting the phone into his hands before returning to the couch where you were initially situated.

“i look like one of your crazy fans, bouncing and screaming like that! you could basically see the entirety of my mouth by my scream! and i look like i won a multi-million lottery jackpot!” you continued to rant.

“that’s because you're proud of your man, baby,” kaiser reassured you with an amused smile.

“but i want to look chic! nonchalant! while i’m at it! twitter people are calling this photo ‘crazy fan behavior,’ mihya!” you protested.

kaiser couldn't help but chuckle at your outburst. he found this whole WAG thing incredibly adorable of you. “come here, please?”

you slowly approached your boyfriend from the kitchen counter he was leaning on. now that you had calmed down, you finally noticed that he had just gotten out of the shower, wearing nothing but his sweatpants. his tattoo was on full display, captivating your eyes.

cheeky bastard, as always.

once you were within arm's reach, kaiser wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you around to face away from him. he held you in a warm embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and down your shoulders as if he was inhaling your essence.

“you know i wouldn't have it any other way,” he mumbled against your skin.

“really?” you softly ask, the tension dissipating from your mind. your focus shifted to the warm body pressed against your back and the sensation of his large hands kneading your hips.

“definitely, baby,” he replied, his voice low and hoarse, while peppering your nape with soft, lingering kisses. his hands slid sensually along the curves of your waist, pulling you closer to him. “when i look at your seat after a goal, i always look forward to seeing you like this. it makes me feel as if i have the energy of a hundred men when you cheer for me. so, you don't need this, hmm?”

“okay…” you whispered, no longer concerned about your previous intentions. your senses were now fully occupied by your lover.

“besides," he continued, his tone slightly teasing, “you did win a multi-million jackpot when you had me.”

you sighed. of course, he needs to mention that. “you really know how to ruin a moment.”

“come on! i'm worth that much!” he retorted, his smirk audible in his voice.

you couldn't help but smile, his playful banter lifting your spirits. “yeah, still. eat the rich.”

“well, i wouldn't say no to that, darling.”

“oh my god! michael kaiser!”

“i’m just saying!”

your boyfriend really knows how to ruin a moment, but still, you wouldn't have him any other way.

WAG = wife and gfs of high-profile pro athletes (but this is gn!reader oki) and if you know the WAG cheer and clap, that means we have weird tiktok fyps, no i will not elaborate.

note. here, take my insanity. i did not know what made me write this man in FLUFF (sighs i don't know who i am anymore) but it needs to leave me alone. jk, just testing things out for my milestone event hehe <3 this is slightly suggestive, btw!

#☁️ my ode to you #q'd post #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser imagines #kaiser x reader #kaiser imagines #michael kaiser x y/n #michael kaiser x you #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #michael kaiser #blue lock fluff

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gisele0127 · 11 months

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Couples Interview

╰┈➤ featuring Michael Kaiser!

“We’ve all been wondering, how did you both meet?”

Michael rests his hand on your thigh and squeezes it affectionately before saying,

“She was actually my highschools football manager before I got scouted. Next week actually marks our two year anniversary”

He smiles proudly remembering the first time he laid eyes on you. He got so lucky. Sure it took a lot of time and effort for you two to finally get together. Long distance wasn’t easy as highschoolers.

“Aww that’s very cute, high school sweethearts. On to the next question, many fans have been wondering what it’s like being with Kaiser. What’s it like having him travel all the time?”

You smile taking a moment to get your thoughts together. “Well I’m very proud of Michael, I love going to his games and watching them on tv when I’m not able to travel with him. I do miss him but i know eventually he’ll come home. And what it’s like being with him? I would describe our relationship as spontaneous, and we both respect eachothers boundaries, and neither of us is too clingy so it works out when he’s gone for long periods of time.”

“Ahh I understand. Your turn Kaiser, what’s it like being with her?”

“She’s my other half, I can’t wait to go home to her every night. I just love her.”

You look at him surprised that he said such a thing out loud in front of everyone. He’s a very private person, you were even more surprised when he asked if you were up for a couples Interview. He said his manager thought it would be good for his image.

・❥・

When the interviews over and you two are getting ready for bed he tells you with the biggest smirk on his face,

“You’re not clingy huh? You literally call me every night I’m away cause you can’t go to sleep and you miss me too much. And most of the time we aren’t in the same time zones”

“I wasn’t about to admit to the whole world I’m that downbad for you.”

“Oh but you are. Crazy fangirl promoted to girlfriend”

You roll your eyes and punch him, but he catches it and pulls you into a hug. While leaning down he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I love you so much”

・❥・

And when the interview gets posted the whole internet goes crazy because the usual cocky Michael Kaiser only goes soft for his girlfriend.

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seivsite · 11 months

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UNDER THE INFLUENCE.

synopsis: your boyfriend, micha, failed to recognize you while under the influence, and he remained skeptical until you presented him with video evidence.

includes: michael kaiser x fem!reader. he calls you good girl once, drunk kaiser, soft and clingy micha, swear words, suggestive at the end — wc: 1355

You were peacefully going about your evening when a series of messages started flooding your phone—several from Kaiser and a dozen from Ness. With a sigh, you opened your phone and began reading the messages.

Without wasting any time, you hastily slipped on your trusty Crocs and dashed off to the location Ness had sent you, dressed only in a hoodie and flared pants. As you arrived, your eyes scanned the area, searching for your boyfriend amidst the chaos. His hair, a vibrant mix of white roots and blue tips, stood out like a sore thumb. Approaching Ness and Kaiser’s slumped figure, you locked eyes with your beloved, who greeted you with a bizarre statement, “I have the most beautiful and wonderful girlfriend! Go away!”

You glanced over at Ness, who merely shrugged his shoulders, conveying that Kaiser had been acting like this for a while. Brushing off Kaiser’s nonsensical remarks and futile attempts to escape, you took charge and dragged him towards your car. Ness gathered Kaiser’s belongings and neatly stowed them in the back while you ensured that Kaiser was securely buckled up, preventing any potential wobbling out the window or other absurdities.

You expressed gratitude to Ness and embarked on the journey back home. However, Kaiser couldn’t resist voicing his discontent, whining about how his beloved would be disappointed to find him with someone else, completely oblivious to the fact that you were, in fact, his girlfriend.

As you parked the car and approached Kaiser’s side, you cunningly placed your phone by the window, ready to capture his drunken antics for some entertaining mischief.

“Micha,” you began, but he quickly interrupted, his tone filled with protest. “Nooo, only my girlfriend can call me that!” he whimpered, clutching onto you for support since his ability to walk properly had been compromised.

“But I am your girlfriend,” you insisted, determined to break through his inebriated haze.

“No, you’re not!” he countered, clearly in a state of confusion and intoxicated from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed. Together, you both stumbled into your shared home, ensuring the phone captured every hilarious moment.

Suddenly, your eyes caught sight of the ring he had bought you for your anniversary. Holding it up, you presented it to him. Kaiser examined the ring, then looked back at you, realisation dawning upon him. Immediately, he enveloped you in a tight hug.

“Mein Schatz~ Where were you? I thought you had abandoned me, thinking I wasn’t loved anymore,” he confessed, a few tears welling up in his eyes.

“Gosh, Micha, I didn’t expect you to be such a clingy drunk,” you muttered playfully, as you stopped the recording on your phone. With care, you guided Kaiser towards the bedroom, allowing him to collapse onto the bed. Methodically, you removed his shoes, blazer, and shirt, despite his feeble attempts to convince you to join him and just sleep. Deep down, you knew he’d complain in the morning if he didn’t change. So, you handed him a pair of comfy sweatpants, encouraging him to switch into something more comfortable. He sluggishly complied, finally sitting down on the mattress.

With tenderness, you wiped clean his face and tidied up his soiled clothes. Fetching a warm glass of water and some hangover medicine, you offered it to Kaiser, who grumbled about not needing it for a solid five minutes. However, when you threatened to withhold kisses from him, he reluctantly surrendered and drank the medicine. Finally, he nestled under the covers, succumbing to a deep slumber.

Shaking your head in both affection and amusement, you tidied up any remaining mess before joining Kaiser in bed. As you turned off the lights, you immediately felt his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close. Kaiser found solace against your chest, emitting soft snores as he slept soundly. Gently, you planted a kiss on his forehead and whispered, “Gute Nacht, Liebe.”

As you woke from your slumber, you noticed Kaiser still peacefully sleeping on your chest, his head nestled against your bosom. Feeling a wave of warmth and affection, you decided to grab your phone and post a tweet on twitter.

However, after pressing the post button, Kaiser swiftly snatched the phone from your hand, wearing an annoyed expression.

“Hey, give me back my phone,” you demanded, reaching out to retrieve it. But Kaiser held it out of your reach, a mischievous pout forming on his lips. With his adorable “I want kisses” cat eyes, he requested, “No, give me a kiss first.”

You let out a sigh, realising you wouldn’t get your phone back without complying. Relenting to his playful demands, you planted a small peck on his lips. However, it was clear that he wasn’t satisfied with such a brief display of affection. Before you knew it, he firmly grasped your neck and pulled you into a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Startled by your quick reaction, Kaiser found his mouth covered by your hand as you asked, “Okay, happy now?” Swiftly reclaiming your phone from his grip, you casually walked away, heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Kaiser, still flabbergasted, followed you, almost stumbling along the way but managing to regain his balance.

Desperate for answers, he shouted, “Can’t you at least tell me what happened last night?!” His confusion and frustration were evident in his voice. You busied yourself with the pans and ingredients, getting everything ready to make a delicious breakfast for the two of you.

With a composed demeanour, you began to recount the events of the previous night. “You got drunk, Ness called me because you kept calling out my name. I arrived, and you didn’t recognize me until I showed you my ring,” you explained, your voice filled with a mixture of concern and amusement. Kaiser couldn’t believe his ears, the idea of not recognizing his one and only, precious lover seemed unfathomable. Before he could protest or deny it, you teased him, saying, “If you want to be sure, check the recent video in my gallery~” You continued cutting up the tofu, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Eager to confirm your words, Kaiser swiftly grabbed your phone, effortlessly unlocking it using your anniversary date as the passcode. As he watched the video, he was rendered speechless, unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed. Lost in thought, he hadn’t realised that you had finished preparing breakfast.

“Breakfast’s ready,” you chimed, placing the food on the table. “Oh, and Micha, you might want to check your phone soon.” You hinted with a playful smile, your own appetite clearly satisfied as you began to enjoy the meal.

Kaiser’s phone suddenly dinged, signalling someone was messaging him. You saw how his eyes widened in shock before your phone got its own notifications.

Kaiser’s mischievous gaze met yours, his eyes brimming with a playful intent. With a teasing smile, you wagged your pointer finger from side to side, playfully denying him.

“Ah ah,” you chided, “If you want my attention, you’ll need to—”

But before you could finish your sentence, Kaiser disregarded your playful admonishment. With a swift motion, he took your hand and led you back to your shared bedroom. Pinning your hands gently beside your head, he leaned in closer, his voice filled with a hint of seductive playfulness.

“Well, didn’t you just say you wanted me to fuck you?” he whispered, his eyes glimmering with desire. Before you could respond, he claimed your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand sliding underneath your shirt. A shiver ran through your body as his cold fingers brushed against your waist, drawing you closer to him.

As your arms encircled his neck, you surrendered yourself to the intoxicating passion of the moment. His lips left yours, venturing down to your neck, leaving a trail of tender love bites in their wake. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped your lips, as you revelled in the sensations.

“A bit eager, aren’t we?” Kaiser playfully teased, a hint of mockery lacing his words. “Well, my darling, how about you be a good girl and take whatever I give you, yeah?”

NOTES. the german petnames mean love and darling, mein means my iirc. also he’s shirtless after he wakes up soo (｡- .•). i promised to post this yesterday but uhh i fell asleep woops sorry lol. anyway thanks for reading!

TAG LIST. @rintosei @yanqingisim

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

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rintosei · 1 year

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DESSERT HEAVEN

feat. michael kaiser x gn! reader

prompt: “you remembered?!” “what kind of question is that? of course i did!” (requested by anon for my 1k event!)

kaiser hates sweet stuff.

as much as he hates to admit it, he'd rather have you eat the desserts for him while he eats the bitter stuff for you.

every time you receive desserts from a restaurant you both visited for a date, kaiser would silently slide the dessert over to you and continue drinking his coffee or wine (depends on what he wants to drink for that night). although the dessert looks appetizing, he just can't bring himself to finish it.

sure, he'll eat one or two bites if you ask him to, but other than that, he wouldn't eat more bites.

however, even if he hates desserts, he would always bring you home chocolates, cakes, candies, and even more desserts when he returns home from germany.

today, kaiser was returning home from germany.

you had asked home a few desserts from there, but knowing how busy kaiser is with soccer practice, there was no promise that he would actually bring home some sweets for you.

but, you did have little hope of him bringing home at least something with him, so as you patiently wait for kaiser to down the escalator, you played on your phone, leg bouncing up and down in excitement.

as soon as you heard the reporters standing up and the cameras flashing, you knew that kaiser was home. being a short person, you of course had a hard time seeing through the crowd, squeezing through the gaps as you made your way to the front of the crowd.

your eyes scanned the people that were going down the escalator, and when you see the familiar blond with blue highlights, you immediately smiled.

"kaiser!" you exclaimed as you practically dropping everything you're holding, ran up to kaiser, and pulled him into a tight hug. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you even closer, hiding his on your neck.

"i'm home, love," kaiser murmurs, and you can feel him smile against your neck. "did you miss me?"

"of course i did! you were gone for more than a month this time," you pouted, crossing your arms. "how can i not miss my own boyfriend?"

kaiser laughs, ignoring the reporters that were practically crowding the both of you. he skillfully pushes through the crowd, ignoring all the demands of the photographers as he helps you get into the car.

as soon as you both were in the safe confinement of the car, kaiser takes off his sunglasses and breathes out a sigh of relief. "being me is hard work."

you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes at his playful remark. "did you really have to say that?" yeah, it's annoying, but you did somehow miss it after a month of no annoying remarks from kaiser.

kaiser ignores your question and hands you a bag as the car starts moving. "here. these are all the best chocolates i could find."

"you remembered?!" you exclaimed, looking inside the bag in shock. sure enough, the bag was filled with chocolates.

"what kind of question is that? of course i did!" kaiser replies, a bit in disbelief.

"no i just- i thought you were going to be super busy with practice that you wouldn't have time to go out and buy me these! especially this much!" you replied, eyes glowing with happiness as you take one of the chocolates out. "can i eat one?"

kaiser nods, and watches you with soft eyes as you take a bite out of the chocolate. "mm! it's delicious! here, try one bite!"

he looks at you with a disgruntled look on his face. "do i have to?"

"yes! trust me, it's really good." you hold the chocolate out in front of him, and kaiser sighs, giving in. he takes a small bite (like, really small) and gives you a fake smile.

"wow, so good." kaiser says sarcastically and you frown.

"that reaction is way more annoying than you truthfully saying it doesn't taste good." you say, giving him a small glare as you finished the chocolate.

kaiser gives you a smile before he pulls you onto his lap, leaning forward until your foreheads were touching each other as he gives you a quick kiss on your lips. "i missed you. so much."

you blinked in shock before giggling. "i missed you more, kaiser."

taglist: @hyomagiri @tim-shii @fallenssun @17020 @saetoshi @inariezaki @venusbby @piichuu @yuansen @egoistcore @seimirii ♡

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dark-mnjiro · 7 months

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[run] for your life :: michael kaiser & alexis ness

Author’s Note: welcome to week two of Kinktober 2023. I’m going to apologize in advanced for this one. I don’t know how we got here but…. Yeah. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: kaiser x afab!reader x ness, explicit sexual content, explicit language, primal play, predator/prey, captive/kidnapping, voyeurism, dubcon, cnc, dom/sub, chasing, threesome, established relationship, chase sequence, rough sex, blowjobs, choking, hair pulling, spanking, degradation, brat behavior/brat taming, name calling, slut shaming, minor yandere!ness, kaiser x ness if you squint, dirty talk, doggystyle, face fucking, breeding, unsafe sex, throat bulge, aftercare, overall - this is dark content. Please be VERY aware of the trigger warning. I hope I covered everything

“Run.”

Your eyes filled with horror at his tone. His blue-eyed gaze fixated on you. “M-Michael?”

“If I find you,” he commented. “You won’t like what happens.” He pulled on black gloves over his hands, adjusting the fingers. “I won’t tell you again, run.”

Swallowing, you quickly turned from him as you took off into the dark forest. What kind of sick game was Kaiser playing with you now? Did you finally take things too far with your bratty responses during his away games? Was it because you showed up at a game wearing a Lorenzo jersey when he played against the Ubers? Sure, you knew Kaiser had certain sexual tastes that only seemed to fuel some more bratty behaviors on your behalf, but this… This was more than what you had maybe bargained for… You didn’t have time to contemplate what was on Kaiser’s mind when he forced you into the car and drove you to the middle of nowhere.

Now, you were stripped down to nothing but your undergarments at his orders, running through a thick forest. Sweat was causing the dirt to stick to your skin.

“Run faster,” you could hear him yelling in the distance.

Cursing to yourself, you almost hated that you were dating a professional athlete. It seemed inhuman that he was this quick to close in on you. “Fucker,” you grumbled before ducking behind a tree trunk.

How long had you been running from him at this point? It felt like your chest was on fire…

“Little mouse,” he growled.

He was nearby.

Your body froze as you tried to push your body as far against the tree as you could. Biting hard on your lip, you tried to steady your breathing but failed so you covered your mouth with your hand. You just had to be quiet long enough for Kaiser to pass… Hopefully, he would not notice you.

“Little mouse,” he repeated, his voice with the same dominance as before. “Come out for me…”

The tone of his voice sent chills down your spine and immediately you felt heat pooling in between your legs. Your body tensed, this was not the time to fall victim to his commanding tone.

His footsteps began to fade into the distance as you finally let go of the breath you were holding.

“Oh my god,” you murmured before taking off in the opposite direction that Kaiser seemingly disappeared. You weren’t sure how you managed to escape him, or if he was merely toying with you, but you didn’t have time to think about that now.

You stopped for a moment, straining your ears before hearing what sounded like a few cars driving by in the distance. A road, you thought. There had to be one nearby if you could hear cars this easily.

Relief washed over you as you managed to make your way through the forest and find the road. You looked up and down the expanse of the pavement before noticing red lights in the distance. A car?

“They’ll probably think I’m a psycho looking like this,” you mumbled to yourself as you hugged yourself. You were covered in dirt from head to toe, wearing nothing but your bra and underwear which were equally as dirty now. Maybe if you explained to the owner of the vehicle that you just needed a ride back to Kaiser’s car and that you were both just messing with each other…

This game would surely end…? Right?

“...excuse me?”

You couldn’t see his entire face due to the hood he had pulled over his head that seemed to hide some of his features but his worried eyes widened upon seeing your state.

“I apologize, but my partner and I got separated… we were playing some jokes on each other and I could use a ride back to his car if you could take me?”

“Of course.”

A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you heard the click of his car doors unlocked. “I was just changing my tire, and had a flat.”

You climbed into the passenger side of the car before letting your shoulders relax. Your savior shut the door for you before sliding into the driver’s side and turning the key. The engine was a welcomed sound before you felt the gear shift into drive and the car move.

Your head rested against the glass. “Thank you again,” you whispered before your eyes began focusing on the road. “And I apologize for my appearance… we were sleeping and there was this noise-”

“…it’s not nice to lie, you know.”

Furrowing your brows, you turned to glance at the driver. How could he have possibly known you were lying without any evidence?

“You should be wary of strangers on the roadside…”

This time he spoke louder as your gaze adjusted to the sunlight from the dashboard against his face. Your stomach fell as the realization that you knew exactly who this was.

“…Ness?”

His lips curled into a smirk. You scrambled to grab the door handle but heard him tumbling.

“Oh no no no,” he commented. “Try that all you want but… we have to thank child-proof locks for bad girls like you.”

“Ness… I-”

The car came to a stop before you could finish your sentence. You turned to look out the window and found he had parked outside a small cabin in the woods. Confusion filled your eyes as you turned to face Ness again. Why on earth was he here… unless…

He tilted his head innocently before the dangerous glint in his eyes became more evident. “I would do anything Kaiser asked me to, especially when I get a reward in return-”

You felt your spine stiffen. Reward?

“Ness this is fucked up! Let me go! Michael is crazy, I just want to go home!”

Ness wagged a finger at you. “Nuh-uh,” he whispered, leaning in close.

You tried to distance yourself from him by pressing your back against the car door. Your hands shot up, pushing against his chest to try to keep him at bay. But, of course, Ness was also a professional athlete and his strength greatly outmatched your own. His hands encircled around your wrists.

“I’ve always admired how pretty you are,” he whispered, bringing your wrist to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. “Kaiser promised, you know… if I helped catch you - I could have you too.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You’re shaking,” he cooed. “Is something wrong?”

You swallowed thickly before trying to tug your wrists free of his grasp. While you and Kaiser had your rules when it came to some of your more perverse tastes - inviting Ness was never a part of the conversation. Was Kaiser mad?

His lips pressed against your neck, sucking on the flesh lightly before grazing his teeth. It was enough to snap you back to reality as it sent a pleasurable sensation pulsating throughout your body.

“N-Ness…”

“Shhh,” he cooed as his tongue lapped against the shell of your ear. “It’s Alexis here…”

Your thighs pressed together as a jolt of pleasure struck you at your core.

He tutted again using his free hand to spread your legs apart. “None of that,” he said before his hand snuck into your underwear. His fingers managed to find their way to your clit before rubbing soft circles and earning a moan from you.

Ness sucked on your neck again, causing another moan as you slowly glanced over at him. Excitement was beginning to pool between your legs as his pace quickened. How was this even happening? Why weren’t you trying to fight back?

“Ness,” you whimpered, bucking your hips into his hand.

He bit your neck. “Alexis…” he corrected.

“Ah-Alexis,” you cried out. “I’m sorry…”

“Sweet girl,” he said before removing his fingers from your underwear. His fingers slipped into your mouth, forcing a small gag before your tongue desperately tried to clean your juices off of his digits. “So desperate, huh? You’re soaking right through your underwear… guess we should just get rid of those…”

Ness removed his fingers from your mouth, allowing himself to slip off your underwear. “Open your mouth,” he said gently. “And close your eyes…”

You weren’t sure why you obliged his request but your mouth fell open as your eyes slipped shut. He was quick as he stuffed your underwear into your mouth and the car door opened.

Your eyes shot open as you found Kaiser at the passenger side door. He quickly snatched your wrists before you could react and drug you out of the car. You tugged against his grip, trying to scream but was muffled thanks to your underwear.

“Little, fucking slut,” he growled. “Were you going to cum for him? Letting me watch?!”

Tears brimmed in your eyes as Kaiser threw open the door to the cabin. Another muffled cry tried to escape but Kaiser practically threw you to the floor. He stepped inside with Ness following as Ness locked the door behind him.

You managed to pull the makeshift gag from your mouth, tossing the article of clothing aside as you flared up at your boyfriend. “What the fuck Michael!”

He kneeled, his face getting dangerously close to your own before snatching your chin in his fingers. “I see how you look at Ness and bat those pretty, little eyes,” he hissed.

“I want to go home!” you snapped at him before jerking your face away. “This is fucked up. Even for you!”

Ness stood behind Kaiser now, tilting his head. “You don’t want to spend time with us? With me?” He sounded like he was practically whining.

“I just want to go home…” you hissed.

“You’re not going home until I’ve ruined you,” Kaiser said, grabbing your face and forcing you to focus on him.

Your eyes narrowed before spitting in his face. “Fuck you!”

The spit landed on his cheek before he casually wiped it away with his thumb snatched a fistful of your hair and tugged it back, earning a cry of pain from you.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson about being respectful, you little bitch,” Kaiser snapped and before you knew it, his body towered over yours, holding you in place. “Bind her hands, Ness…”

Ness grabbed a hold of your arms before using a rope and binding your hands together. “Just be a good girl,” he cooed. “Just listen to him…”

Kaiser pressed his weight against your hips when he noticed your legs flailing. “Stop struggling,” he growled.

“Untie me!”

He grabbed your face again. “That’s not how we get things we want,” he hissed. “I think it’s time we fuck this attitude right out of you.”

Your eyes narrowed before Kaiser raised and helped you back to your feet and dragged you toward a couch in the center of the room. Ness took a seat on the couch as Kaiser bent you over the armrest.

“Ness please,” you managed to say. “Just untie me…”

His hand encircled around your throat. “Stop defying Kaiser,” he hissed, causing you to wince. His grip tightened, forcing your mouth to open to allow easier airflow but instead, you heard the rustling of his pants being pushed down and his erection springing forward, smacking your cheek. His opposite hand grabbed the base of his cock, before pushing his length into your mouth.

Your eyes widened as you tried to pull back but his hand left your throat to instead rest on the back of your head, grasping a fistful of hair. You felt his hips buck, forcing his cock further into your mouth as his tip kissed the back of your throat. Gagging, you felt saliva building up in your mouth, earning a groan from Ness.

“That’s it, Ness,” Kaiser said before his hand collided with your bare ass. “Make the bitch choke…”

Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes as Ness continued to thrust into your mouth. You could hear Kaiser behind you undressing. You could hear Kaiser chuckling from behind you before his hands spread your legs apart.

“See what happens when you listen to me, Ness?” Kaiser almost purred. “You get a reward like this…”

Ness groaned before thrusting further into your out as Kaiser kneeled behind you spitting on your clit. A whine bubbles from your throat, making Ness moan again. Kaiser’s calloused thumb brushed against your clit causing your body to squirm.

“That’s it…” Kaiser whispered. “Look how wet you already are… Do you enjoy choking on Ness’s cock like that?”

You managed to pull away and glare at Kaiser over your shoulder. “No!”

“I think we’ve been too nice to you,” he said before smacking your ass again.

You hissed in pain until you felt Ness shift on the couch so that he was kneeling in front of you. You looked up at Ness again. His gaze darkened, fueled by desire. He pushed his length back into your mouth, earning another gag as you grappled for his thighs to stabilize yourself.

Meanwhile, Kaiser had planted himself between your legs as his tongue slipped inside of your cunt. Whimpering, you made a feeble attempt to move your hips forward and away from him. He smacked your ass again before snatching up your hair, tugging your head back.

“Don’t. Move.”

You whimpered again as you felt Ness push his length further into your mouth - his tip now teasing the back of your throat with each thrust.

“Look at those pretty tears…” he commented.

You managed to shoot him a glare through bleary eyes before ripping away from his cock to cry out at Kaiser’s sudden intrusion. “Asshole!”

He tugged on your hair again, causing you to wince. Kaiser merely groaned as his length pushed into you. His girth alone always made you struggle but from this angle… you were going crazy.

His hand let go of your hair before wrapping around your throat. He offered a harsh, but shallow thrust as he leaned over to your ear. “We won’t stop no matter how much you cry… beg… plead,” he hissed. “We won’t stop filling you up until your fucked stupid…”

His grip tightened around your throat as Ness slipped his cock back into your mouth. Kaiser glanced up at Ness. “Down her throat,” he ordered. “I want to feel it in her throat.”

You could feel a gag building up in your throat as Ness pushed the length of his cock as far as he could. Kaiser’s grip only tightened around your neck making it even harder to breathe. “Fuck Ness,” he growled. “I can feel it down my pretty girl’s throat…

“Y-Yes, Kaiser,” Ness managed to say as his body shuddered with pleasure.

“That's it, Ness,” Kaiser whispered, as Ness began thrusting slowly in and out of your throat. Every so often, Ness seemingly pulled out enough to give you a break and get a breath of air… but would immediately push his length back into your mouth.

Your eyes rolled back, unsure how much longer you were going to last before Kaiser thrust into you. A desperate groan vibrated in your throat with each thrust. His movements were slow at first, matching Ness’s pace. But you knew that Kaiser couldn’t last at that pace for long…

He slapped your ass before quickening his pace again, making sure to keep a hand around your throat. “Little fucking cum dump,” he growled. “Look at you taking us both…” His insults sent shivers down your spine. You were sure how much longer you were going to last as his pace quickened. Ness watched Kaiser’s movements, deciding to keep up with him. The tip of his cock kissed the back of your throat again, earning him to moan out your name.

“That’s it, Ness. Are you going to shoot your load down this pretty throat?” Kaiser hissed.

Ness whimpered in response as his hips stuttered and your nose pressed against his abdomen. You could feel the head of his cock slip down your throat before he came. The hot, sticky substance filled your throat, causing you to gag momentarily as Ness slowly pulled out, panting.

His wild eyes caught your exhausted gaze before pressing his lips against yours. A small whine escaped your throat as his tongue forced itself into your mouth before savoring the taste of himself on your lips.

“What a good job Ness…” Kaiser said, darkly. “You ready sweet girl?”

Ness swallowed another whine as you felt Kaiser increase his pace again. Your focus was fading as Kaiser’s grip around your neck tightened.

“Are you our little cum dump?”

You pulled away from Ness panting, desperately trying to find your words.

“I said…” Kaiser hissed. “Are you our little cum dump?”

His pace was unbearable now as his other free hand came to slip between your legs and rubbing rough circles on your clit. A gasp fell from your lips as your hips bucked at the added sensation.

“M-Michael!”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You whined in response.

“Answer properly,” he growled as his hips snapped forward even harder. You gasped again feeling the tip of his cock kissing your cervix now. “I’m waiting.”

“I’m your little cum dump!”

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could try to gather your senses. Kaiser chuckled before finally letting go of your throat. His hand moved to steady your body, gripping your hip now.

“Are you sorry for being such an insufferable brat this past week?”

“Y-yes sir!”

“Did I give you more attention than what you deserved?”

“Yes sir!”

“Fuck!” Kaiser groaned. “You’re fucking clenching… you fucking love this don’t you? Fucking slut.”

Your eyes rolled back as your cries of pleasure tumbled from your mouth. He was right… you did love this… being degraded… like dirt.

“Michael,” you managed to get out. “Please let me cum!”

“Cum for me dirty girl…”

His hand collided against your ass as his thrusts became erratic. A coil in your gut was wounding tighter. You were so close. Your bleary eyes looked up at Ness before he planted another rough kiss. You desperately kissed him back as your tongue shot into Ness’s mouth, the intimacy alone finally sending you over the edge as you felt pleasure over your body.

“Fuck baby,” Kaiser groaned as he rode out your high. His arms quickly moved to wrap around your waist to keep you steady as your body shuddered. He moaned your name a few more times before hissing as he released inside of you. “…that’s my girl.”

Kaiser motioned for Ness to move before gently laying you back on the couch. He leaned over you and smiled. “Good job,” he whispered before planting a kiss on your temple. “Need anything?”

You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes as a tired smile curled over your lips. “No…”

“Ness is going to get a bath started for you. I’m getting you some water,” he commented. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nodded. “When can we do this again?”

Kaiser smirked. “Time and place little mouse,” he teased. “I love playing cat and mouse with you. Now I’m going to get that water.”

You nodded before your eyes slipped shut.

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sonder-paradise · 1 year

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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐈𝐈𝐈 — 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤

◊ characters. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, reo mikage, gn!reader

◊ genre. smau(?), just random crack messages that reminded me of bllk boys, slightly suggestive for some

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koishiro · 8 days

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PLEASE MOODBOARD FOR MICHAEL KAISER IM ON MY KNESS FOR IT

Dating Michael Kaiser <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I’ve been patiently waiting for this request 🥹

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doki-doki-imagines · 11 months

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Tags: smut, AFAB reader, oral sex (reader receiving), choking (male receiving)

author comment: here I am again. I always fall for the same rabbit hole that is Michael Kaiser. Save me. Meanwhile I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

"Needier than usual honey-" The blonde guy under you sing-sang "Missed your boyfriend's cock so much?" You hate when Michael acts like that, mostly because he is right. You missed your boyfriend so much it made your skin itch, you just wanted your breaths to mix, to have his hot lips on yours, to put your tingling hands on him. That’s why when Michael put a foot into your shared apartment, you just took his hand and pulled him into the bed, sat on his lap for a make-out that didn’t last as long as your boyfriend would have liked to, pushed him flat on the mattress, blonde hair sprawled on fresh covers, and with his usual annoying smirk framing his face, kitty-like eyes playful and ready to tease you.

Here you are now, tracing the engorged vein on his neck, your lips plump and stinging from the previous make-out session, your tongue lapping at his neck, softly sucking and kissing his pale skin, you'd like to go slower, to enjoy fully your partner's body after so long, but you really can't and maybe Michael can't too, the erratic rolls of his crotch into your warm core so soon a telltale sign that maybe he missed you too, hidden under all that arrogance. "Slow down liebe, I'm not going anywhere" You feel his strong hand on the back of your head, his fingers twitching in your hair trying not to hurt you. Fuck you wish you'd be able to slow down. You bite his freshly shaved neck, you can taste his sweat and feel his pulse, his cock twitching under your covered core, the thin undergarments you’re wearing the only barrier between your bodies. Meanwhile, Michael groans under you, trying to turn his head to loosen your grip on his neck, his tattoed hand grips your right thigh, making your rock harder on his lap, while the other hand grips your bum as hard as he can, squeezing and slapping, the sound a melody in his ears.

“Fuck Micha-“ a whimper escapes your mouth “I want you, want you all” A harsher slap hit your butt and you both groan.

“On my face, sit on my-fuck” Michael doesn’t even finish the phrase, already pushing your thighs towards his face, his index hooked on your panties, revealing finally your pussy.

“Cover your mouth and I’ll stop, you’re warned” He’s dead serious, Michael’s blue eyes so intense and your brain so inebriated that you can only nod.

Michael’s tongue is eager, licking your pussy like the finest beverage of his life, good enough to make you grip his hair and push him impossibly close to you, riding his tongue and setting the rhythm, your body squirming, more desperate than you’re both used to. You would be worried about suffocating him if Michael wasn’t so insistent on keeping your hips anchored on his face, his tongue never sitting still, his nose wrinkled and his pupils blown in ecstasy; he loves so much being used by you.

The orgasm is so near that some tears start to roll down your face, you lick some away and at that moment you feel it, his hips grinding into the air, his cock slapping onto his abdomen, precum already staining his abs.

“Micha!-Stop, I wanna-“

“I know liebe, fuck-shit-“ You try to pull away, but his strong hands don’t give you enough space for movement “just a tiny bit more-“ You finally pushed your core away from his face, but his tongue is following your warm pussy, his hot muscle licking thin air, a string of your pleasure still link you.

“Wanna cum on your dick Micha-“ The groan he lets out after hearing your words can’t even be described as sinful; it isn’t enough.

“Fuck, hop on my dick like a horny bunny, show your emperor how much you want to be fucked dumb” You almost want to cry when he finally penetrates you, he is stretching you so good it’s almost hard to breathe, the broken breath you hear after grinding on him a clear sign that your boyfriend is on your same boat.

“Liebe I won’t last long, you are so tight, fuck- choke me!” And you do, your fingertips follow the thorns on his arms, and the touch lingers a little before you grip his neck with both your soft hands.

You do as he taught, thumbs under his Adam’s apple, fingers tightening on his jugulars hard enough to fog his brain, soft enough to hear the safe word.

But you must be doing a good job, his eyes rolled back, and the meow he let out a telltale sign of his impending orgasm.

His hips stutter under yours, a slow rhythm is long forgotten, he manhandles your hips upwards so he can reach that point, the one that will make you cry harder, make you sigh like a fool for his cock meanwhile, his sinful broken moans give you goosebumps, you both losing yourself in the throes of pleasure.

Your thighs give in too tired to keep going, but Michael has long regained control, his hips doing most of the work, abusing your sopping wet hole so fast you almost jump off him, the indents of his fingers will leave nasty bruises on your skin.

It’s when you are near your apex that you let go of his neck, red bruises already evident on his neck even under the tattoo, fingers crawling to his cheek to hold his face, the softest gesture ‘till now. He looks at you, shocked to have his airways free so early, he tilts his head a bit, looking for your next move, but never slowing down his thrusts.

“I missed you so much, darling” It’s soft, almost a whisper and Michael can still hear it, the sadness, the loneliness, the weight those words carried. Sadly the blonde’s brain is fucked too good to be able to form a coherent sentence, thank God his heart gave him a helping hand.

He lifts himself up and kisses you, lips slotted with yours eating every broken moan you make, hands now pushing you into his hard body, slotted perfectly, mouths never leaving each other, oxygen useless when you can both live off your shared love.

That’s how you both cum, in each other arms, copious tears rolling down your cute face, fat droplets of sweat on your partner’s face.

“I missed you too liebe” He swipes the hair that stick on your face, his voice as sweet as honey. You nod and feel some other tears staining your face, you kiss him again, hard, you want to imprint the memory of his lips on yours. Michael kisses you with equal passion, rolling you under his body, breaths heavy and still broken.

But you both know the night ahead of you is still long.

#bllk smut #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x y/n #michael kaiser x you

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bluelockmaniac · 10 days

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𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙋𝘼𝘾𝙀

⤷ fem!reader x michael kaiser ⤷ wc: 800+

synopsis: your annoying n' teasy roommate 'steals' your first kiss :(

"but we're roommates," you protest uselessly as kaiser's large hand clasps your wrists above your head. your eyes fix on him eagerly, widening, unconsciously fluttering your lashes in a desperate attempt to tempt him further.

your chest rose and fell rhythmically, fingers growing numb with stress under the weight of your roommate’s mocking grin.

seriously, where does he get his confidence from? did he think his good looks could excuse his arrogance?

wellll, your submissiveness wasn’t exactly helping your case here. if anything, it was fueling his already inflated ego.

you were putting no effort to stop him— you didn’t really want to. you released the tv remote from their hold, letting it plummet clumsily onto your lap.

ever since kaiser moved into your shared apartment a year ago, you’ve secretly harboured this shameful desire to be his. but now, as the thick sexual tension suffocated the room, you questioned your foolish movie choice.

the characters on the screen, passionately making out, had made you quite nervous earlier. you would steal quick glances at the german from the corner of your eye, hoping he wasn't put off.

the smirk that played its way onto his lips told a different story, however. perhaps he had been aware of your feelings for him all along, patiently waiting for this moment— the perfect opportunity to make his move.

"hmm. so what?” he chuckles, gently pushing you onto the couch as he releases your wrists and hovers over you, your hands instinctively finding their way onto his broad shoulders. he rests his palms against both your cheeks and leans in achingly slow— as if he relishes in tormenting you. “being roommates only makes this all the more exciting, don’t you think?”

“t-that’s…” you close your eyes tightly, welcoming the warmth that spreads across your cheeks.

this was the moment you’d deeply fantasized about for so long. you hadn’t known that the confidence you’ve once shown in your dreams would fade away ridiculously quick when you actually got to experience it.

swallowing the lump of pride in your throat, you whisper out a defeated sigh. “f-fine… only ‘cause it’s you, though.”

“now we’re talkin’, prinzessin,” his eyes crinkled in mischief, “be a good girl for me and keep your eyes closed, yeah?”

you were for once so unusually obedient, and you were willing to be so a million times over if it spared you from seeing the smirk on his face grow more and more smug with each passing moment.

you gulp audibly as he lays completely over you, his chest pressing firmly against yours as you feel his hot breath brushing against your face.

you had the deep urge to open your eyes, just so you could catch a glimpse of him on the verge of kissing you, but it vanishes instantly as you feel a soft sensation pressing against your plump lips.

“chu,” you reciprocate the kiss eagerly, only to be met with the sound of loud, haughty laughter.

your eyes immediately snap open, but freeze as you realize that the soft sensation you felt earlier wasn’t his pretty lips after all, but his two fingers placed on your lips.

a deep flush creeps up your cheeks. how long could you endure your roommate’s playful antics?

“kaiser!” you huff, folding your arms against your chest. “that’s not funny!”

he chuckles again, running his fingers through his hair in that irritatingly confident way, his usual cocky expression returning to his face. “couldn’t help it, pretty. you looked so fucking adorable, i just had to.”

“that was so embarrassing!” your lips purse in dissatisfaction, “and here i actually wanted to ki–”

with one swift movement, his arm encircles your waist and brings you impossibly closer to him, and without hesitation, captures your pouty lips in a kiss.

you remain frozen as he pulls away, a cheeky smirk tugging on his lips. you blinked at the air in disbelief before guiding your finger to your bottom lip, gently poking at it to make sure this wasn’t just another dream.

“kaiser…” you softly murmur as the realization that you had just received a kiss from the michael kaiser slowly dawned upon you.

“you look crazy,” he laughs smugly, “was my kiss that good? you look like you’re about to pass out, princess.”

“it was my first kiss…”

he grins, “yeah, i could tell.”

“hey!” you narrow your eyes at him as he raises his hands in defeat.

“sorry, sorry,” he smiles, glancing back at the tv. the football player reaches for the remote and turns off the screen before laying back on the couch. “oh and for the record, the movie was absolute garbage,” he comments, “but i’ll give it a 9.9 out of 10 for the adorable moment it gave us.”

you raise an eyebrow, “not a 10?”

“well,” kaiser lifts his head up to look at you with a smirk plastered across his face, “we’ll have to keep kissing and find out.”

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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

summary: in which you need to wrestle your boyfriend, michael kaiser, out of his bed to fulfil a promise- re dye his hair.

notes: it's meant to be a continuation of this fic but you can read it as a standalone too! 2.1k words for my favorite german pomeranian <3

germany is beautiful. in all seasons and weather, even with rain and snow pelting down the windows. the bread and sausages make amazing breakfast items, the beer is pleasantly warm, and the sight of castles and palaces all around the country make you feel like a princess. your favorite though, is when spring comes around.

spring blows away the last dregs of winter. there are puddles from melted snow all over the station, sweaters are still needed because of the chilly air, and christmas decorations still litter around town square, ready to be replaced by the eggs of easter. it's when mother nature reappears, pushing winter away for another half year.

coincidentally, it's michael kaiser's least favorite time of the year.

"you don't love me anymore, do you?" he dramatically sobs into your neck, his hands holding onto your body for dear life. "you're moving away to break up with me, aren't you?"

his duvets feel like clouds. made out of the softest material, you find it hard to haul yourself out of the room every day. his sheets are made of silk, a beautiful rose gold in hue, and his bed is enormous, framed by mahogany wood on all sides. kaiser's bedroom is heaven on earth, and you've got your personal angel lying in the middle of it all.

"you've finally found someone better, haven't you?" he asks once more, his eyes peeking from your chest. his hair is a mess, the blue streaks already fading out to match the rest of his hair, there are dark circles surrounding his eyes, and he's got patches of drool in the corner of his lips. but you don't think he's ever looked more ethereal than this.

"who is it?" there's a pout on his lips, his eyes still drowsy from sleep. you watch with a smile of your own, taking in his fluttering eyelashes, your faces close enough to count every last one. "is it a guy from china that you met in hawaii? is he prettier than me? richer? is that why you're leaving me for him?"

"what are you even talking about, silly?" even when you roll your eyes, the smile stays, and you look at him with every bit of fondness in your body. "you're the only pretty boy for me. you know that."

his lips stretch out into a dopey smile, an uncontained giggle spilling from his lips. there's a certain giddiness in his motions, as if he couldn't contain his feelings inside his body. you watch with amusement as he kicks his feet, accidentally pushing pillows out of the bed.

"mhm. i know. just wanted to hear you say it," he hums, going back to nuzzling your tummy. he mumbles incoherently against your shirt before yanking the fabric up, burrowing his face onto your bare skin. "love you, pretty."

"were you out drinking last night?" you shake your head, squealing when he blows against your bare skin. "i thought i could trust ness to keep you out of trouble."

"i wasn't drinking." he's back to his whiny state, both of his hands tightening on your waist. there's a glare this time, his lips twisting back into a pout. "you shouldn't trust ness. trust me instead."

sunlight bleeds into the room, soft and serene as they bypass the curtains. a ray bounces off the mirror on kaiser's vanity, one he specifically added just for you, and makes its way to his face, bathing him in a dreamy glow. the reflection of light turns his eye into an icy blue, stealing your breath. he looks divine.

you take him in, as much as he does you. there's a muted sound from traffic, and the chatter of birds but in the moment, nothing else matters except you and him. his frown deepens after a moment of silence and you chuckle, relenting as you thread your hands into his hair.

"love you too, baby."

if there's anything you've learned from dating him through years, it's that your boyfriend absolutely loathes it when you fail to respond to his declarations of love. another thing, is that he becomes clingier and far more possessive when spring comes, dreading every moment he has to be away from you for matches.

it's seen in the way he's holding your body tighter, preventing you from moving an inch off the bed. he's pouty, lips twisted downward because it's the last day he has you to himself before he's called back to the field. it's on days like this that you smother him until he can't shake away the ghost of your lips around his body, even in the middle of a match.

"gonna let me move anytime soon?" the hand on his head moves to glide down his neck, stroking the sensitive skin around the back of his ear. you watch as he moans, his eyes snapping shut at the touch. "mein kaiser?"

"wenn du so weitermachst." his voice is low, his heart beating faster as he moves from his previous position to hover above you with half lidded eyes. "du wirst dich überhaupt nicht bewegen können, liebling."

translation: if you continue to be like this, you won't be able to move at all, darling.

you suppose there's a reason he's down on earth rather than above. michael kaiser may have the looks of an angel but he acts like the devil.

he's looking down at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes, as if ready to eat you alive. you gulp, eyes roaming down the expanse of his chest before they land on the necklace dangling by his neck. the ring it holds is 24 carats, gold, with roman numerals of your anniversary date engraved on the inside. it matches with the diamond encrusted promise ring on your finger, gleaming in the shade of his eyes.

you tug the necklace, pulling him until you're nose-to-nose. you shiver at the way his eyes darken even more, his lips quirking into a smirk. "who knew you were so naughty, liebling," he hums, pushing your knees apart to slot himself between your legs. "who taught you, hm?"

"you did," you say before lifting the ring to your lips, kissing it with a small smile. he shudders at the intimacy of the action. "you also taught me not to break my promises, right?"

kaiser raises an eyebrow at the direction you're taking this. he's got you on the bed, flushed, under him. to him, the only promise worth thinking about right now is the promise of intimacy and pleasure.

"i promised to dye your hair, remember?" you lean forward, this time pressing a kiss onto your beloved. "you can do whatever you want to me after we're done."

he groans, letting himself drop on your body. he giggles when you groan at his weight, his face flushing at your words. "whatever i want. that's a promise too, right?" the whisper of his voice against your ear is delightful, and you nod where you're pressed against his shoulder. "i hope you intend to keep that one too, liebling~"

he waits for a moment, savoring your warmth until you start to squirm. laughing, he hovers over you once more to press a kiss on your forehead before scooting over to make room for you to move. "gonna let me use your mask?" he grins widely when you nod, rushing over to the bathroom.

but not before stripping off his night tee and chucking it straight at your head, laughing like a mad man when you throw his beloved stuffed panda at his back in retaliation.

your boyfriend has always been restless. he's never shown much patience, and you should've known that re-dyeing his hair was going to be a hassle. "hold still, mikka." your tone is scolding but not stern, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration to make sure the dye doesn't spill. "i need to make sure you look pretty."

he stops squirming at the nickname, a mischievous smile spreading on his lips as he places a hand on your hip. "you should call me mikka more often, it's cute." he looks up from his position, seated on a chair and facing your front, and wiggles his eyebrows at you. "not only when you want something."

"yeah?" you hum, distracted by the strands of his hair in your hand. you grasp at it with gloves, sectioning to thinner pieces before using a brush to smear the color in. it comes out decently and you grin in satisfaction before moving onto another strand. "glad you like it. it suits you."

kaiser stays unmoving, not even answering back like he's supposed to. concerned with the sudden silence, you look down only to be greeted by a blinding his smile. you quirk an eyebrow, smiling at him in question. "what?"

"you're so cute." he tries to shake his head, stopping when you send him a glare. the hand on your hip squeezes at the fat in affection, his eyes shining even against the brightly lit bathroom. "ich liebe dich, liebling."

"very romantic of you," you say with a roll of your eyes. you store away the bowl of blue hair dye in your hand, leaning down to press a kiss. you feel him hum against your lips, his smile widening from the kiss as he pulls you closer. "i love you too, mikka. even when you won't sit still."

"are you done yet?" he asks with wide eyes, the sight of his puppy eyes looking at you from below sending butterflies to your stomach. "can i look?"

"mhm. go ahead." you step back, making room for him to face the mirror. you watch over his shoulder as he examines his newly re dyed hair, the blue strands at the bottom a contrast to his pale blond. you were getting used to the full head of blond, getting used to having mikka all to yourself. now you've got to share him with the world again as michael kaiser makes his comeback on the field.

"you like it?"

"i love it and i love you."

"maybe we should try another color next time. like purple or pink," you say before giggling at the way his face lights up at the suggestion. you eye him in curiosity when he turns to look at you with a proud grin.

he moves quicker than you expect, grabbing your waist and setting you on the bathroom vanity. he pushes you against the mirror, planting a searing kiss on your lips. you feel him smirk against your lips as his hands move to trail down your waist, settling on your thighs.

"there. a thank you kiss for my little genius," he says, breathless from the exchange, a wicked gleam in his eyes that you're wary of. he leans his forehead against yours, pressing a kiss to your nose. "one 'i'm sorry' kiss too."

"what for-" you're about to question him but a sigh interrupts your words, one that comes from the feeling of wet hair dye trickling down your neck and clothes.

you glare as he presses another kiss in apology. "i'm sorry."

"no, you're not," you snort at the teasing smile on his face. "now i have to go bathe."

he perks up, "want me to join-"

"no."

bonus:

"you really are pretty, mikka." glancing at the mirror from behind him, you watch with fascination as kaiser pushes a hello kitty hairband onto his head. it's yours, one you bought as a pair with his pink panther one. surprisingly, he likes this one more. "the prettiest."

you watch him nod to his own reflection, seemingly agreeing with your words. his newly dried hair bobs along with the motion, the strands fluffy and smooth. you'd run your hands through if you hadn't just spent the last half hour styling it.

"your prettiest-"

"-like a german pomeranian."

"...what?"

"nothing!" you laugh at the disgruntled expression he wears, shaking your head. hoping to appease him before the whining ensues, you hand him a small container filled with matcha facemask. his favorite to wear because it does wonders for his skin.

he looks at the thing as if it's offended his entire lineage. "you're seriously going to bribe me with this?" he pouts, crossing his hands against his chest.

such a big baby. your big baby, though.

"what's wrong? pomeranians are cute!"

"yeah but i'd be more of a husky," he grumbles as he pushes the pink panther hairband onto your head, clearing any hair away from your face. he uses a brush to smear the mask across, stopping every so often to peck your lips. "they're handsome, strong, and expensive."

"high maintenance, too," you mumble under your breath before shrugging. "i just like pomeranians better," you grin, scrunching your nose when he finishes with a kiss on it.

"...fine. german pomeranian it is then."

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pfpanimes · 19 days

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ode2rin · 11 months

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for so long, michael kaiser had clung to the unwavering belief that nothing in this world is ever impossible.

for him, nothing was beyond his grasp. if he wanted it, he would make it happen.

victory after victory seemed to reinforce his ideology, proving that he could conquer anything. but now, after another triumphant win for bastard munchen, kaiser found himself standing in front of your apartment door, heart pounding with desperation.

he should be with the team, celebrating another win of him turning the impossible in a clutch. but as soon as the match ended, there’s nothing kaiser wanted more than to be with you. to make things right with you.

on the way, he hoped and wished for an even greater triumph – winning back your heart.

he, himself, can’t explain why is here again. it’s just that lately he’s a little lost after you parted ways, and all roads just led him here. to you.

to you, whom he loved more than any glory or fame his name could ever bring. but it was too late to let you know.

and it might be too late for you to open your heart to him again.

but he could try, right? a man could hope. after all, nothing is ever impossible.

his hand trembled as he raised it to knock on the door, his mind filled with memories of your touch, your laughter, and the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. it was all slipping away, slipping through his fingers like sand.

what’s the worst thing that could happen? you could break him again in two, that is.

nevertheless, here he stood, wearing his best apology.

if he could show you how he’s hellbent, if he could show you he’s determined to make it better this time, if he could tell you all the right words, you might take his plea. just maybe, you would consider granting him one more chance. it might be a fool's hope, but kaiser would choose the sweetness of false optimism over another night without you.

because again, for the last time, nothing is ever too impossible.

as you opened the door, kaiser couldn't help but wish that you would do the same with your heart. his breath caught in his throat, words failing him momentarily as he took in the sight of you.

you’re as beautiful as the day he lost you.

your beauty was a cruel reminder of what he had lost. it engulfed him like a thorny rose, captivating yet painful, a bittersweet reminder of what once was. your eyes, once filled with adoration, now held a glimmer of indifference.

“take me back,” please.

it was direct. nothing more left to ask you of. it’s not like he hasn’t been here before, asking you about the same thing all over again.

because he did. he had been here before, asking you the same thing, over and over again. each time, a small part of him shattered, but he couldn't let go.

he couldn't let go of the hope that you might find it in your heart to forgive him.

the first time, he was a mess. he was intoxicated, and the fact that he managed to get to your place in such a state could be considered a miracle. kaiser is pretty sure he poured everything that night. words, tears, pleas, and might even be remnants of drinking and dancing all night. the next day, he wakes up on ness's couch. and the realization that you had him picked up brought out the pettiness in him. he was over you, he declared.

the second time, he was in fact, still not over you. it was a random tuesday night, and he arrived at your door in haste, wearing mismatched slippers and disheveled hair. you asked him what he was doing there, and kaiser couldn't find it to tell you that the housekeeper accidentally washed the sweater you left, removing your scent all over it. he couldn’t bring himself to tell you that it was the only thing that’s making him sleep these past nights.

and the third time. now.

he wasn’t as messy as the first, he wasn’t as desperate as the second. this time, his eyes are telling you it is as tired as yours.

you’re looking at him with tired eyes, because you are tired. you were tired – tired of his constant appearances, tired of him showing up only when it was too late. lately, it was hard to tell which hurt more.

yet, he asks you again. just once more. because if he has to ask twice, that’s close to begging. and a prodigy does not beg.

“take me back, y/n.”

but he was no prodigy here. right here, right now, in front of your door, he’s nowhere near a prodigy should be.

“kaiser.”

no.

that’s not his name. you know that’s not his name, at least not to you.

“don’t say anything. i get it now. can i at least hear it then, for the last time? just humor me, pretty.”

say it. say it with my name.

so he’ll know it’s real.

“mihya, i can’t. we’re over.”

and in that moment, michael kaiser finally realized that even he, who had clung to the unwavering belief that nothing in this world is ever impossible, couldn't defy the inevitable outcome of losing you.

this last time, michael kaiser couldn't turn the impossible in his favor.

note. pure word vomit lmao i am: sorry. made this bec lately i've been thinking of kaiser w messy break up hashhashhas he's fit for it me thinks. also! inspired from TS' the last time hehe.

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