#and then proceed to cry when they don't find anything about their fav pair

[justanormalfreak]

You don't realise the level of gay you are until you ship a rare pair with only a dozen or less fics in AO3 which have them as a main couple. And then proceed to hyperfixiate on those little crumbs for a whole year....

And then someone reminds you of that little pair and you proceed to get obsessed with them again.

[yoiisa]

IT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT ⋆˙⟡ MICHAEL KAISER

"Tell me that you're still mine, Tell me that we'll be just fine, Even when I lose my mind, I need to say, Tell me that it's not my fault, Tell me that I'm all you want, Even when I break your heart." - "Afterglow" by Taylor Swift all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: arguments between you two, hurt and comfort Kaiser gets mean and crowds your space. He doesn't touch you, but still proceed with caution! Makeup sex!! CW for vaginal sex (reader is afab), unprotected intercourse (please wrap it before you tap it!), body worship, slight praise kink please proceed with caution ^3^! not proofread.

a/n: This is part of a little series I doing where I'm writing BLLK fics for each of my fav songs on all the T Swift albums. I already did Bachira's, which is linked. His song was off of Fearless. This song was off of Lover, so if you want a specific album next, let me know in the asks or comments.

I consider Lover and Reputation to be complimentary albums, so when I was brainstorming for this series, I knew that Kaiser and Isagi had to be paired for these two albums. Little spoiler ig for which album Isagi will be! Again, this is also a smutty fic, so proceed with caution! Now lessgo!

The sky is blue, grass is green, and Michael Kaiser can easily become the meanest person in the world. It's like a fact of life. Normally, he could keep it to cheeky remarks with you. Aside from teasing comments, he would only ever treat you as a princess- buying you whatever you wanted, littering your neck with kisses while you cook, and immediately scooping you into his arms whenever you complained that your feet were in pain. However, that doesn't mean anything when he's mad. When Kaiser got mad, all pretenses were gone.

"Oh come on!" he scoffs, plopping down on the couch. "You really think I'd go for something as low as some random chick at the bar?!"

"Michael, it's not about that!!" you shout. "It's about the fact that you didn't turn her down until I pointed something out!"

"What was I supposed to do?! Shove her off?"

"Tell her to leave you alone!"

He leans forward and narrows his eyes. "I told her to fuck off, if she-"

"You should've said it again!" you shout, tears beginning to burn into your eyes. You frantically blink them away, but a few manage to run down your face regardless. "You should've said it over and over and over-"

"Don't tell me you're actually crying over this! Are you that insecure?! Are you that big of a fucking baby?!" he laughs humorlessly and leans forward on his knees.

Your heart squeezes and you shake your head as more tears run down your cheeks. "Stop. Stop it right now."

Kaiser stands and paces near the couch for a little bit, laughing incredulously at your behavior. "Of course. Of course. What should I expect but you fucking crying over this bullshit? Of course you're standing there, whimpering like a fucking bitch who has no sense of self whatsoever! Of course you always assume the worst of my behavior! I told you in the car that I told her to leave me alone! I just repeated it five seconds ago and you still-! Ahhh!" he throws his hands up in frustration and lets a coarse shout carve its way from his throat. "Du kannst mich mal!

"Michael-"

"Did you not stop for a moment and think that I was also uncomfortable?! Did you not consider-" he's so angry.

The girl had been ugly as all hell, but also very clearly drunk out of her mind. Perhaps being around you had softened him some though, because no matter what, he couldn't find it in himself to get overtly aggressive with her. He made comments ranging from passive aggressive to downright direct, all sharing the same consensus of "Get lost, you fucking weirdo," but she was drunk. She couldn't take a hint! It wasn't his fault! And here you were, acting like it was!

He couldn't breathe. He was seeing red.

"MICHAEL!" your voice is high and shrill. It wavers as fear overloads your body and you start to sob.

That's when he realizes it. He's left the couch completely and has you crowded back against the kitchen counters. The edge of the island digs into your lower back, and your eyes are wide with fear and now freely letting tears fall. He's in your face, his breath ghosting against your cheeks, and his hands are caging you so you have nowhere to run.

Instead, your legs fully give out. Your knees buckle and you drop to the ground, trembling. You kneel on the floor in front of him with your head bowed low and tears falling onto the marble tiles of the kitchen. Kaiser stares down at you, his chest growing tight as he takes desperate breaths, trying to calm himself down.

I didn't touch them, he thinks frantically. I just yelled at them, but I didn't touch them. I would never touch them like that, I would-

. . . I made them scared of me.

On the field, he was Kaiser. he had to be formidable. He had to be scary and intimidating and powerful, but here? With you? The idea of you being scared of him was too much to bear. He wanted to drop to his knees as well and beg for your mercy. Sob and plead for your forgiveness. If you asked, he'd march right back to the bar and kill that woman. It'd make you happy right?

But no. He's staring at your trembling stature right now, and there was no way for him to fix this. Michael would be lucky if you even stayed in the apartment tonight, or stayed with him in this relationship, period.

"Liebe . . ." It's an unconscious thing, his whispered word. It's so involuntary in fact, that he staggers back from you once he realizes that he spoke at all. He chokes out a wretched sound before cupping his hand over his mouth.

I didn't touch them, I didn't hurt them-

No. I did.

"I need air," his voice is hoarse and deep. "I need . . . I'll be back. I . . ." he can't manage an end to that sentence. He hurries off, quickly grabbing his coat and keys before leaving the apartment entirely, leaving you curled in on yourself on the floor.

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It's really late once you've finally finished getting ready for bed. Kaiser still hasn't come home. You're wiping down your bathroom sink as you reflect on the events of the day. You look up into the mirror as you put the sponge back behind the spout and take in your wrecked appearance. Your hair is a little frizzy and dull, your cheeks glow red from crying, and you’re dressed in sleeping shorts and one of Kaiser’s old shirts.

Had you really been too pushy? Perhaps, but . . . but Michael was your boyfriend! He had a responsibility on his end of the relationship to uphold. He had to be faithful!

Had you just been too jealous to realize he'd been trying to get rid of the girl? Now that you're thinking back to the evening, he did seem really annoyed by her presence.

I wish I could say sorry, you think, before fresh tears roll down your face and into the basin of the sink. Your shoulders shake and you let out a few tiny hiccups as the sobs wrack your frame one and a time. Where is he? I'll call him and ask when he's coming home.

You wipe your face on the back of your hand and spin to leave the bathroom. As you open the door to the bathroom, you run right into a chest. You yelp in surprise as a pair of familiar hands take your arms by your elbow.

You look up and come face to face with a red-eyed Kaiser. His face is dry, but his nose is red too.

"Micha?" you whisper, and you see a light spark in his eyes. "W-were you drinking?"

He chuckles deeply and shakes his head vehemently. "No. No . . ."

"Your eyes . . ."

He leans down and you lean up a little bit. Your foreheads press together, as his left hand drifts up your bicep and the other drops to the dip in your waist.

"Micha," you mutter as your hands come up to his face. You cup his cheeks and brush your thumbs along his skin.

"Yes liebe?"

A tear runs down your face again as you kiss him deeply. His left hand cups the back of your head while the right hand draws you flush against him.

With your eyes closed, you can't see what he's doing, but Kaiser starts moving the two of you around. You pull apart when he lays you down on the plush covers of your bed. You scoot up into the middle of the mattress as Kaiser drops his jacket onto the floor and practically rips his shirt up and over his head. He lowers himself over you and nibbles at your neck

"I'm sorry," he breathes against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You shiver and he presses a kiss against your skin. "I . . . I didn't mean to scare you like that. You know I'd never hurt you right?"

You nod, only half listening to whatever he's saying. You just want him to keep touching you, which thankfully he is. His large hands are pushing the hem of your shirt up your body, revealing your stomach and underboob. You sit up and he slowly takes the rest of the shirt off your body, leaving the two of you topless.

You take initiative now, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him down for a kiss.

"Mmmph- Y/N," he gasps.

"Shhh," you coo before diving in for another kiss.

Kaiser pulls back from your mouth and shakes his head. "Mein herz, we need to talk-"

"We will," you say firmly cutting him off, "but right now . . . right now I just. I need to know you're mine."

"I am," he says firmly. "I am always yours. Meine leibe, mein schatz, und meines lebens."

Your mouths connect again, moving in perfect unison. He sucks your tongue and you moan softly. You spend the next few minutes making out with one another, your hands caressing his back and his kneading your breasts.

You keen into his mouth, the sound chasing his lips as he finally pulls back. Both of you are magnificently flushed now and you can't help but giggle softly.

"What?" he asks, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger as he narrows his brows in confusion.

Your eyes flick from the rosy pink coating his pale skin, the bleached white-blond of his hair, and the blue ends. "You look like cotton candy right now."

He's silent for a moment, before the corner of his mouth twitches up. "Really?" he asks.

"Mmmm," you hum and peck his lips. "And you taste like it too. You're so sweet."

He kisses you back and murmurs into your mouth, "You're sweeter."

In a flurry of kisses and roaming hands, you're left in nothing but your panties and he is completely naked. His belt, jeans, and boxers lie scattered around the room, and your sleeping shorts are at the foot of the bed.

You’re straddling his lap, and Kaiser reaches around and gropes your ass, palming the flesh. You trace a line of kisses up his neck, tracing the rose tattoo with your tongue, before continuing your path along his jaw. When he pulls your hips forward to grind his aching cock against your clothed slit, you bite nibble his earlobe and whimper.

"I feel you," he groans, "through these pretty panties. You're already so wet."

He reaches a finger past the waistband, but before he can touch, you take his wrist and pull back. Staring into his sea blue eyes, you say, "I don't want foreplay, just . . ."

"Just what?"

God, he has to tease, even now? "Just put . . . your cock in. I just wanna feel it."

Kaiser wastes no time. He practically drops you onto the bed and hooks his fingers in your waistband of your underwear.

"Lift your hips for me, love," he whispers, and when you comply he drags them down your legs and tosses them behind his back.

He crawls up your body once more, before finally positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. When the tip initially stretched the ring of your opening, you bite your lip and whimper.

"Shhh, meine leibe," he whispers in your ear, before moving his hips forward more and finally sinking into your sweet pussy. "You've taken it before, just relax."

"I know," you sigh. You take a few deep breathes, trying to relax and open up more for him. " 'ts deep. . ."

"I know schatz, I know," he kisses your temple, then your cheek, then finally suckling your nipple.

You gasp and arch your back, the sudden wetness on your chest taking you by surprise. You arch your back and you finally become loose enough to fully take his cock deep within your body. When he bottoms out, he unlatches from your chest and groans into your ear.

"Wet- ugh. So wet and tight for me," he kisses your nose and you giggle.

"Give me a moment, I'll tell you when to move."

He nods and after a minute or so, you give him the go ahead.

You and Kaiser are no stranger to having sex, and have had a variety to boot. It's more common for him to rail you following a rough game or practice as a form of stress relief. He'll press you into the pillows and you drool as he pounds you from behind. That being said, he's just as good at this slow rhythym.

He takes slow, long strokes, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting deep into your cunt again. The tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot, and you can't stop the string of moans that spill from your mouth.

"Micha!" you gasp.

"Take it, my darling. You always take me so well, c'mon . . . c'mon," he growls in your ear. "I- ugh."

"I love you, ah~" you whimper, your back arching slightly. "Micha . . ."

He chuckles, and it morphs into another guttural sound as he quickens his pace ever so slightly. "It's so good meine leibe, mein schatz . . ."

"I love it, I love having you like this," you bury your face into the crook of his neck. "I don't wanna lose it."

"You wont," his voice is low and firm, his thrusts becoming more shallow and quicker yet. "I'll never let you go, you hear me Y/N? There's- ahh, ahh, there's no one else I want beneath me like this, taking my cock like such a good girl, my good girl."

"Micha, I think," you take his hand and guide it to the bulge in your lower tummy. He presses gently on it, and you keen. "I feel it, I'm going to cum soon."

"Yes," he groans, maintaining his newfound desperate pace. "Yes, Y/N, yes-"

"I'm cumming!" you cry out.

Kaiser groans and relishes in the sensation of your fluids soaking his shaft. With a few more quick pumps, he finally settles himself into your pussy with his own release. He silences his gasps of pleasure by biting down on your shoulder. His body shudders as his hips involuntarily continue to thrust into your heat, draining himself for all he's worth inside of you.

The rest of the night is a quiet affair, with another two rounds, and then aftercare. Kaiser massages the insides of your thighs after having wipes the skin clean. He brings you water and a small cookie, before you finally pass out on the sheets he's frankly too lazy to change right now. Still, he grabs a clean blanket from the living room and drapes that over you instead of the cum-stained ones beneath the two of you.

He quickly takes a shower before returning and nuzzling into beneath your chin, placing a quick kiss to the hollow of your throat before finally falling asleep.

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The sun is floating through the curtains when he finally rouses from his sleep. Kaiser internally grumbles. Should've closed those before I went to bed.

He's no longer tucked into your body, but instead, your sitting up already, with your back against the headboard, another pajama shirt covering your torso and damp hair.

Kaiser pushes himself up and scoots closer to you, nuzzling into the bite mark he left the night before.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," he murmurs against your skin. "I . . . I took things too far." When you remain silent, he asks, "You didn't think I was going to hurt you, did you?"

You smile and shake your head. You turn to face him, and he cups your cheeks in his hand, shifting into a more comfortable position.

"No, I known you wouldn't," you sigh, leaning into his touch, "but I was still scared when you got really close like that. I don't think I've ever seen you angry like that up close."

He sighs and shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

"Me too."

"You have nothing to apologize for," he says firmly.

"I still feel guilty, a little bit," you say. "I . . . I feel like I made it into a big deal, bigger than it needed to be anyways."

You roll your shoulders a bit and then shrug. "Then again, if it'd been me in your position, you might've actually killed the guy, so I don't know."

Kaiser blinks, trying to decipher if there was any humor in your words. When he finds a little, his smirk tugs at his mouth. "Maybe, but that's besides the point. I just want you to know . . . I'm sorry."

You stare into his eyes, the earnestness etched into his irises like that's where it's always been. Maybe it has with you though. He doesn't mess around when it comes to you after all.

"I forgive you, mein leiber," you whisper, nuzzling your nose with his.

a/n: WOOO WEEE SHE WAS A LONG ONE! Congrats on making it to the end and thank you for reading his beast of a fic.

Additionally, if y'all caught the reference to one of my fav book series in here, love ya for that!

Anyways, that's it for me! See ya ˙𐃷˙ !