#kaiser x reader

[shinwhims]

i want him so bad😭

Imagine Michael Kaiser who came home with the house looking rather cold and empty.

Imagine Kaiser who just came home after a long season, snow dust all over his shoulder as he relaxed as soon as he steps home only to find the lights turned off, making the evening dark like it already is. In an instant, he turned stiff as his cold palms started to sweat.

Imagine the way he just stood there, bag hanging heavily on his shoulder as he stood there unmoving. Then his eyes lay upon the snow slowly falling outside. He could feel his heart picking up its phase. The way his vision starts to reflect on the window pane and instead of finding his reflect in the mirror, his old, younger, dirty little rat self was the one he saw.

Imagine the way he starts to recall none of his painful childhood but rather the less and less time he get to spend with you. Ever since the season started he was gone most of the time and just recently, he played overseas before coming back and playing within the league once again. He did not fail to notice how you seemed to be hiding something from him nowadays. The way you woukd excuse yourself in the calls earlier than usual.

Imagine the way he starts to panic upon the suddenly realisation that you may have left. Left because he was too busy on everything but you. That you grew tired of him. Well he knew how nasty he could be, how rude and annoyingly aggressive he could be. But you would not leave him right? He could change, he will change, he could be better- woof!

Imagine the way he pause once again. The breath that he did not even notice he was holding finally escape. Did he just hallucinate a dog? "No buddy, be quiet. Der vati would be here in a few moments okay? Hold it in till then." Okay maybe he was not hallucinating. Or maybe he was, maybe you left and he was just fooling himself you didn't. Woof!

Imagine the way he hesitated, the way his hands slowly reach out to touch the switch lights and finally give light into the house. He did not missed the way he heard a gasp coming from the kitchen but even still, that did not make him feel any better, more than ever, it made him nervous. What if his fears come true? What if you are not in there? What if you truly left? What was he supposed to do then?

Imagine upon entering the kitchen area, the first thing he noticed was the presence of people in there and upon looking at the kitchen island. His blue eyes met with a pair of (eye color) ones. There you were, a piece of crisy bread crust rusk in hand as you take a bite only to choke upon making an eye contact with him. With no time to waste, Kaiser hurry up to help up, and as soon as your throat clear up, you burst into laughter.

"Heilige scheiße baby, when I was hoping to surprise you, this was not part of the plan." Kaiser hates surprises. "Nevertheless, happy birthday baby. Take you being born, you're the best gift I could ever have" Michael Kaiser hates surprises, it makes him vulnerable, the way he doesn't know how to react. "I tried my best but this is the best recipe I could make with your favourite food, crispy bread crust rusk." Kaiser hates surprises, makes him look back in the days were he often thought of one only to be hurt and disappointed. "Also." You whistle, then a hurry small steps echoed in the kitchen. "Here." You picked up a familiar dog. The dog the two of you often saw whenever you went out a walk. "I know I could have adopted a new puppy in the shelter but on my way into the shelter I come across him and was like, why no take this one in- baby, are you okay?"

Imagine the way you took a step forward towards him, setting down the dog as he watches you reach out a hand to touch him. Only when you wiped away his tears did he knew he has tears rolling down his cheeks. "Baby- scheiße- sorry, I suck at surprise. I knew it was a bad idea. I'm sorry-" You were cut off when he grab a hold of your hand and gently caresses it.

Imagine, Michael Kaiser hates surprises. It make him feel like a fool know he does not know what to react. At the same time, he realised he was no longer the child who have nothing, have nothing but a stolen ball. "Meine liebe." He do not know the face he was making but he felt bad for making you cry too. Gently, he let go of your hand and gold you on your cheeks before leaning down to have your forehead pressed upon each other. "Danke, Ich liebe dich." Woof! Maybe surprises wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[anglbunny]

ᝰ.ᐟstreet racer!Kaiser headcanons

Racer kaiser hcs. Explicit content, Mdni. Drugs.

"'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢" - 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ who doesn’t race for money—he races for the high, thrill, and ego boost of crushing his competition.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟwhose car is sleek, expensive, and custom-made, probably European, something that turns heads as soon as he pulls up. His 2 main cars would be a glossy white with gold accents and a matte black car with metallic blue accents.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ If he ever gets pulled over, he knows how to talk his way out—or how to disappear before they even get close.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟHas an unshakable confidence—even when he’s behind, he’ll smirk and say, “Don’t worry, I’ll still win.”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ "Off-limits" rules don’t apply to him. If someone tells him not to go after you? He’ll smirk and say, “Try and stop me.”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟTrash talks mid-race through a comm system or just by rolling his window down and throwing a smirk at his opponent.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟwill flirt even while racing—if you’re in the passenger seat, expect him to glance over and smirk: “You nervous, Schatz? don't be, when you're riding with me, you're riding with the king of these roads.”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟAfter a win, he’s still buzzing with adrenaline, hot to the touch, and he’ll grab you by the waist, pressing you against his car. His hands roaming your ass, not caring who sees, while he feasts on your lips, barely letting you keep up with him.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟThe way he grips the steering wheel? Imagine that grip on your thighs instead. well it's there, every. Single. Time. Bonus points if he squeezes when shifting gears. he'll slide his hand higher thinking you won't notice, oh but you do. similar to how he can see you trying to keep your composure and failing.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟalways has something on his fingers. some sort of rings or whatever it may be. so when you're riding with him and he's feeling reckless, he'll move your panties to the side, slipping 2 or 3 digits inside. He has long, thick fingers, so imagine the shit-eating smirk on his face when you're gripping his wrist with both hands, almost bent over his hand, trembling, begging him to slow down all while he milks another orgasm out of you. His rings prod and push at your entrance. Just for his own entertainment, he might just push his fingers deep enough to have you go silent, mouth gaping, while your pussy clenches around the various metal pieces on his fingers.

"oh c'mon, you can take it. give me another one, alright? if you do, i'll let you drive my car... but you have to sit on my lap."

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟIf you’re mad at him? He’ll smirk and say, “Fine, punish me. But make it fun, Liebe.” and it ends up with you at his penthouse, legs spread open, tugging on his long strands while he licks up and down your pussy, devouring it whole.

"such a pretty fucking, pussy. God, you taste so.. so good, mm'"

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟHas definitely pulled you onto his lap in the driver’s seat after a win just to hear you say he’s the best. His windows have a very dark tint on them, so no one on the outside can see what's happening on the inside. He'll slip a hand under your skirt, kneading your ass. he won't let you go until you tell him he's the best.

"just say it, baby. tell me i'm the best. Don't go silent on me, i have other ways to make you speak... or more like scream"

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ If you ever tease him about losing a race, he’ll push you against the hood of his car, gripping your jaw and pulling you in dangerously close, telling you to shut your mouth and if you persist. well... let's just say it's gonna be a long night and you won't be cumming for most of it.

"what? All bark no bite, yea? thought I was a loser? You gonna let this loser rearrange your guts and cum inside of you? huh? speak up, what happened to that cocky attitude from earlier?"

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟHis idea of a good time? A midnight race, an empty road, you in the passenger seat wearing his jacket while his cum leaks out of you, ruining your panties.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ Doesn't often do drugs, but if he's burning to feel something, he'll either call you over to his place or to the club he's sitting at. he'll pull you onto his lap and push the top half of your body back just enough to decorate your skin with a few white lines, snorting them off your body. BUT when you guys are alone, he'll rip a line off your ass.

"...mm, fuckk, that was good. you alright, Liebe? i know you're needy, just one more, alright? and then we'll fuck."

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ won't force you to do drugs, ever but if you ever willingly want to try. If you choose to take a pill, he'll stay by your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in, so you can fall limp on top of his warm body. BUT if you choose to do a line, he would definitely be entertained by your behavior, especially if it's your first time. Letting you run wild through his penthouse, munch on the food in his fridge, and touch him up. He loves seeing you act all bold and overconfident. he says it's hot. He won't ever do drugs when you do them because he worries about your safety but that doesn't mean he won't fuck you good. Sex, when you're intoxicated, feels twice as good, especially with a dick as big as Kaiser's.

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟIs not sloppy—he knows his limits. If anyone messes with his supply, he’ll find out, and they won’t like what happens next. and if someone tries to scam him, they disappear. He’ll show up at their garage, leaning against his car with that deadly smirk, saying, “You must be real tired of breathing, huh?”

street racer!Kaiser.ᐟ If someone flirts with you in front of him, he’ll spin his keys around his finger and smirk before saying, “Let’s race for her. Oh, wait—she’s already mine.”

but no matter what type of person street racer!Kaiser is, you'll always be his top priority.

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A/N: lowkey not feeling the top icons, might change them or delete them but idk. He's so hot, i love him sm.

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[deonsx]

Hello, I hope I don't bother you. Your work is truly a masterpiece. Can you please do part 2 of the bllk boys with their s/o being recorded/violated in public? I'd love for you to make Isagi, Sae, and Kaiser of the characters. My native language is not english, but I hope you understand, thanks in advance💖💖🌺

Hiii i was starving for kaiser and see this lets do this (´-ω-`)

part 1 is here

Isagi Yoichi

You and Isagi were enjoying a casual day at the park strolling hand-in-hand and chatting about his recent match. Everything seemed peaceful until you noticed someone holding their phone pointed in your direction. At first you brushed it off, thinking they were filming something unrelated. But as they shifted closer their intent became unmistakable

“Isagi” you whispered, tugging his sleeve. “I think they’re recording me” Isagi’s expression immediately hardened, his usual calm demeanor replaced with a rare intensity. He turned to the person and stepped between you and their phone blocking their view

“Hey” his voice was firm but not aggressive “What do you think you’re doing?” The person stammered, clearly unprepared for confrontation and tried to deny it but Isagi’s sharp eyes caught the red recording light “Delete it...Now” His tone left no room for argument

When they hesitated Isagi didn’t back down, crossing his arms and towering over them in a way that emphasized his presence “If you don’t, I’ll make sure security deals with you”

Once the video was deleted, Isagi wrapped an arm around you, gently pulling you closer “Are you okay? I’m sorry you had to deal with that” He spent the rest of the day reassuring you, determined to never let anyone make you feel unsafe again

Sae Itoshi

You were sitting together in a cozy café. Sae was casually scrolling through his phone while you sipped your coffee and enjoyed the quiet atmosphere. Everything seemed normal until Sae’s expression suddenly hardened

His sharp eyes zeroed in on someone sitting across the room. The person was holding their phone, pointed directly at you, clearly recording. You hadn’t noticed anything, but Sae had. Without a word, he put his phone down and stood up

Calm and composed, he walked straight to the culprit, his presence alone intimidating “Don’t make me repeat myself” he said coldly his tone sharp enough to send chills “Delete that recording”

The person stammered, attempting to deny it, but Sae’s piercing gaze left no room for argument. Reluctantly, they pulled out their phone and deleted the video, showing it to him for proof. Sae watched silently, ensuring it was gone “Good. But let me be clear if I ever catch you doing something like this again, it won’t end here” His voice was ice-cold as he delivered the warning

When he returned to the table, you were still unaware of what had happened. Sae simply grabbed his jacket and said “Let’s leave. I’m done with this place” Though he didn’t explain, his subtle protectiveness made you feel safe, even without knowing the full story

Kaiser Michael

You were strolling through a bustling plaza with Kaiser, enjoying the lively atmosphere. Everything seemed fine, but Kaiser’s steps suddenly slowed. His sharp gaze locked onto someone standing a short distance away holding their phone and blatantly recording you

Kaiser’s expression twisted into a mix of amusement and anger “Seriously?” he muttered under his breath before turning toward the person, leaving you confused

Without hesitation, he approached the culprit, his signature smug smirk masking the cold fury in his eyes “You’ve got some nerve” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm “Recording her? Are you that brave?”

The person fumbled for words, trying to explain themselves, but Kaiser cut them off with a raised hand “Save it. Pull out your phone. Now. Delete that recording, or I’ll make sure you regret ever pointing a camera at her” His voice dropped into a threatening growl and his intimidating aura left no room for argument

Shaking the person quickly complied, deleting the video under Kaiser’s watchful eye. He leaned closer, checking the screen to confirm “Good” he said curtly

As the person scurried away, Kaiser returned to you, sliding an arm possessively around your waist. You still weren’t sure what had just happened, but the satisfied smirk on his face told you he’d handled something serious

“Unbelievable how shameless people are these days” he muttered, planting a quick kiss on your temple before his smirk turned playful “Don’t worry, though. I’ll always be here to put them in their place”

Enjoy!

[iqxatlantic]

" LOVE IS (NOT) EASY ! "

it's easier to say we're just friends, our generation made us that way.

mmm multi chara drabble(s)/hcs/imagines

ft. michael kaiser . itoshi rin . isagi yoichi . reo mikage . karasu tabito . pretty much v ooc! characters . desperate! reader + characters . fwb situation . suggestive . aged up! characters !! . fluff (?) . confessions . mentions of sex . these men r highkey losers . uni/college au! . gn! reader (slightly implied afab! reader) . unreliable narrator .

wc : 1.7k

it just happened... you replied to his story on instagram (or vice versa) and then bam! you two were talking. it's odd in this day and age. we all crave love like it’s a lifeline, yet when it finds us, we pull away as if it’s a trap.

isn't that funny.? these men... they're quite charming. you're even thankful that he replied. days go by, texting, texting n texting. don't you get tired?

those days became a month or two. you've gotten pretty close with him. remind me — how'd texting him daily become being in his bed?!

itoshi rin is someone and something. he may seem cold and blunt but, under that demeanor he's the sweetest guy you've ever talked to. took a little while to have him warm-up to you. it was worth it.

for a while you've been sleepin' with each other. this night in particular — the atmosphere was different. the usual pull of lust was tangled with something unfamiliar, something raw and real.

weird. it's never been like that before. i mean, you were just friends with benefits, right? "rin?" you'd softly call out. "yeah?" rin would reply.

"uhm. i think i have a confession." you sheepishly muttered, clutching his shirt towards your chest a little firmer. "oh. me too." he once again, replied.

"oh you go first-" "nah, you go first." "c'mon rin, just go first. mine's a little embarrassing..!" "mine is as well!" "yeah but you're-"

with that, rin took a sharp inhale. bracing himself for the worst, he let the following words slip out, "[name], i think — mmm. no. i know i've got feelings for you. i actually really like you. i dunno if we should continue this or not — not the healthiest." (RIN?? YOU'RE TALKING HEALTHY R WE FR.)

"rin!" a small laugh slipped out your mouth. guess you braced yourself for nothing. you were afraid, well not anymore. you replied, "i have feelings for you as well! maybe we should have something else as a relationship, just not this."

"[name], let me be yours."

reo mikage is a man who knows what he wants and gets what he wants. (lmfao daddy gets what daddy wants ahh energy) so why was it one night, after having an emotionally crazy night with you, he realized something? why'd he realize that he genuinely likes you? why?

"reo?" your sweet voice softly mumbling. he'd turn to you, replying in a disgustingly raspy voice in return. "yeah, [name]?" "nothing, got scared you left or something."

reo couldn't bear suppressing his feelings and emotions anymore. hell, he constantly did so! taking a fat breath in, he exhaled. preparing himself to confess.

thing is — reo found himself unable to speak up. shit. he was getting a little upset. why weren't things going the way he wants it to? finally pushing himself out to say what he's been dying since day 1.

"uhm, [name]. i jus' hope you know-" you cut him short. "what happened to mr. confident?" you smiled, playfully. he rolled his eyes at you sassily, "hush, let me finish." "waiting."

"okay. i hope you know i genuinely like you. you're gorgeous, sweet, passionate ... you're not boring at all. i actually have to try and get you. that's why you're so interesting. that's why i want you." (wow reo what a confession *claps hands*)

you looked at him, jaw DROPPED. never in your life did you expect to have THE mikage reo confess to you. i mean, sleeping with him was one but CONFESSIONS?!!?! good god, you were on cloud 9.

problem was, reo knew his parents would never approve. ah, whatever. worth a shot.

"give me a chance, [name]."

mmm, isagi yoichi. this man has PURE intentions. he never expected himself to be able to sleep with someone as lovely as you are. hell, he never expected himself to even be able to TALK with you!

truth be told — this silly little guy STRUGGLES... constantly trying to subtly impress you. he's failing, but you find it cute. he's shy, let him slide!! (i can see the pain in ur eyes...)

laying in his bed after the night, you turned to your side to face him. "yoi, you're so cute. y'know that right?" you're killing him with your words.

isagi's flushed. he's bright red. what a contrast between his dark blue eyes lmfao. caught in the moment, he let a few words slip out. ones that weren't in his current favour.

"[name], the only cute one is you — i- oh my god." he's fumbling. he's FUMBLING. (he aint we all love loser boys heh... what is this moischaracterization isa arent u trying to cook for eng wtf is going on) you were intrigued. you kept listening. you really freaking like this man too lmfao.

"gosh, fine. i'll just say it, i like — no. i love you, [name]! you're so pretty n admirable and gosh..." let the poor guy talk, why are you suddenly so bold? he's staring at your plush thighs. remembering how they were around his waist and and...

"[name], can i be your boyfriend?!"

michael kaiser, let's see. he's deathly terrified of love. i personally see him as the lyric of "typa friends to fuck but when they fall in love they're too afraid to stay." (holy coew this ones rlly ooc! bro)

hear me out, kaiser suffered a traumatic childhood. yes — thought basic/common, nonetheless traumatic. he's constantly being told over and over again that he was never supposed to be born — born unwanted.

hence why, he's afraid of love. he can't even love himself. he's afraid to turn out just like his father. he's afraid to turn out like his parents. he's afraid of returning to who he was before.

he doesn't know how to love. he wants to he swears! so were those "i love you's" when you to got intimate lies?

propping his head on his hand, he stared at you. admiring you and your beauty. "ugh...mihya? what are we?" you asked. "i know yeah, friends with benefits but... i feel like theres more to it than lust.."

at that moment, kaiser froze. his throat went dry. "ah, um." he coughed, trying to get his composure. "quite a question to ask, liebling." he thought about it. he's thought of this multiple times. answer them.

"uh- ahem. well..." kaiser couldn't get himself to speak. what a question to ask after having him in between your legs huh.? those deep azure eyes staring straight at you.

whilst the emperor pondered, kaiser's gaze trailed over you—slow and deliberate. oh, the moonlight kissed the thin sheen of sweat on your skin, making it glisten in such a way that had his thoughts straying far from innocent! (kaiser my guy calm down u j got freaky..)

his tongue clicked as he took in every slick curve, every rise and fall of your breath. he couldn't help but let a small whistle out. "mihya. snap out of it. answer me."

"listen. uhm." he mumbled. that's odd coming from such an arrogant and cocky man. what happened to that demeanor? "ugh, it's easier to say we're just friends, okay?" a frustrated sigh came out of the both of you.

"well, fuck." you replied, turning onto your back. "wait, [name]. i'm sorry." kaiser apologized. "i'm scared, okay? i'm terrified," he confessed. "i'm horrified if i hurt you if i-"

"shut it, michael." you demanded. "it'll hurt the both of us if you don't tell me the truth." you continued.

with a reluctant sigh, he agreed. opening his mouth as if the words were stuck, fighting their way out. his gaze softened, and for a moment, there was something vulnerable in his eyes — almost like he didn’t want to say it, but knew he had to.

"scheiße, i can't hide anything from you can i? fine. i like you. ich liebe dich sehr." he mumbled sheepishly. you cringed a little. "german? seriously? say it in english."

"needy as hell, sure. i love you a lot." kaiser slipped out, his pride slipping with the words LMFAOOO. kaiser didn't expect you to say anything — he didn't even expect you to accept his feelings.

"hey, mihya. i like you too. sorry. i love you a lot as well," you smiled softly at him. "i'm afraid of love too but-"

"[name], let's be afraid together. let's overcome this. together. can i be yours?"

ah, yes karasu tabito. my glorious king. don't let his horrible habit of looking down at people as mediocre get to you. trust me, he thinks you as everything BUT mediocre. kinda weird for him since, he only found one person intriguing.

he's confident with himself, or so he pretends to be. you see through that demeanor so quickly. snap of the fingers and you have him figured.

laying in his sheets, you took in his appearance. noting the mole under his left eye, how hair looks ungelled... it was so messy after you kept tugging and pulling on those soft, dark purple locks.

"hey, tabito.?" you cautiously opened your mouth. "y'know how you always think you're mediocre deep down.?"

he gulped, fixing his gaze onto you. "what makes ya think that?" he denied, laughing nervously. you stared at him like 'are we serious? i know what you are.'

the assassin sighed. the moment he was going to speak, he was cut off short. "you're not mediocre at all, by the way. i think you're genuinely a really cool guy and you should live up to your actual confidence."

"but one problem, what are we? we definitely are friends with benefits but..." you mumbled, remembering that one first love theory. you realized there's a good chance you'd never compare to marisa </3 (MARISA GIRL ILY)

"y'know i can tell what yer thinkin' of right? yer pretty easy to assess, [name]." he uttered. before you could grab a handful of his hair, you were stopped.

"truth be told, i'm madly in love with you, 'kay? i can't find myself to genuinely be with you other than sleepin' 'round with ya. i don't think i'm worthy."

"i'd love to be yours though, [name]."

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags !! : @narcjsistx (get ur man reo..), @kxsagi (GET UR MAN EESAGI !!)

a/n: ya ik lots of mischaracterization and fawking ooc! writing let me OUTTTT. bro i literally dk how to write half of these characters bye. i locked in too hard on kaiser ts what happens bruh. also before u come at me I HAD TO WRITE ISAGI AS A LOSER OK. heh... guess who my fav is...! anyways um yea no we aint even surprised this work is not proofread isa 💔💔 anyways i love love is not easy super fire song i say as i go crazy bc i had this on loop hen i was talking to that atrocious creature of a man... anyways hope u enjoyed ! ill try posting more consistently! i comment as my psych and english assignments stare at me ready to spread my cheeks </3

[voidcat]

kaiser puts his tattooed hand anywhere on you (your neck especially) and takes pics of it to make it his lockscreen so that everyone can see (<- his own way of paying u back for the marks you left on his neck)

um excuseme??? why are u on my ass??? coming to MY HOUSE and ATTACKING me!??!!!?! do i need to get a restraining order against you two huh is that it....... big sigh uhhh whatever notes: michael kaiser x gn! reader. suggestive content, mdni. what rye has said ig.. i elaborated a little

Michael Kaiser is a man who knows best to get under someone's skin. From countless interactions you've observed over the time be it during matches or behind the scenes- that, you're certain.

And from experience too, much to your chagrin.

A pain in the ass and a walking migraine inducing component as he may be, there is something to him that you always find yourself in the same room, drawn to your demise- not like a moth, no, you'd like to hold hope that whatever runs between the two of you isn't somthing as blinding and vulnerable as that- but you cannot deny there is still an attraction none the less.

Analytical and always knowing where to hit where it hurts most, everything he does is with a purpose. Be it the way he he behaves, speaks with people, which name he uses, whether he gives in to their desperation for a physical connection or remain a cold composure. This, of course, ends with an extremely touchy Kaiser on your side that you've learnt to make peace and live with.

It's almost depressing to think about it, really. How your resolve couldnt hold out any longer and you admited defeat on this front. But what's to follow is somewhat nice, you try to comfort himself. Always a hand around your waist, on your thigh, fingers intervining with yours-- a constant reminder that he is right besides you and he'll never leave you.

Other behaviours though, begin to present after a while- a recent development, you write them off as. Now his hands find your shoulders, kneading into your skin like you're dough for him to shape, placed on your abdomen and rubbing gentle circles, a finger at the nape of your neck, playing with the sensitive skin there; the last one he seems to favor more than the rest. You don't really alert to the action until you catch sight of his phone one day.

For someone who likes to show off, it hadn't even fazed you one bit when you saw a photo album dedicated to the two of you that's not quite safe for public eye. This is Kaiser after all, every oddity he seems to display soon become the new default in your mind- ruining your experience of the world.

So when your thumb scrolls down the numerous photos you don't even recall being taken- mostly without either of your faces but his hand and parts of your body as clear as day- you cannot even find it in you to react.

Your finger comes to a stop as you open a photo in particular. His hand wrapped around your neck, thumb pressing right below your carotis artery, from his rough hold parts of your skin already flushed and his index seeming to be lightly trailing your collarbones with his middle finger to keep company. As you stare at the photograph, you can feel his hand on you again, his digits dancing on your neck, moving up and down slowly, making sure to idle and stroke the areas where you strongly react. Chuckling at the sounds and twitches you make whenever he pinches and presses against a sensitive spot. You'd think maybe this is his payback, or just a preliminary to it.

You've got to admit, from an artist viewpoint, the photos do look.. pleasing to the eye. An aesthetic sense to them, the colorful dark lightning only adding to the atmosphere.

With a sudden shake of your hand, you close the app and put down his phone in a rush but his laughter reaches you before. "What were you staring at so intensely, hm? Found something you like?"

[graciescott27]

Healing Minds are Hard to Find - Michael Kaiser

cw - kind of angsty, fluff, Kaiser wc- 667

Anglerfish are so rare in the sea that when a male anglerfish finds a female, he attaches himself to her. He stays there, almost like a parasite, until his body begins to morph into hers and he is no more. You found that oddly poetic. Michael Kaiser thought it was the dumbest thing he had heard since Ness’ birth.

Kaiser had met you before he became scum of the earth. Before the fame, the fangirls, and even before football, all he had was you and a couple of fresh bruises. He was subhuman then, sure, but he wasn’t entirely malicious. It was easier to talk to him. He wasn’t as spiteful.

You were glad you had met him on that park bench so early, because there was a chance he would have never let you speak to him if you had met any later. He was not born trusting. Even though he had known you since being a half constructed humanoid nightmare, he hadn’t told you the reason behind his behavior. You put up with it either way, sure, but he never explained the bruises. He never gave a response when you asked why he had such an aversion to touch, or to milk, or to surprises.

Kaiser hadn’t seen you in two years. 568 days, specifically. He didn’t exactly know if he was right. He had never been the best with dates.

When you did start talking again, everything became a test. He was rude and abrasive to make sure that you would still put up with him. You ended up just meeting his repulsive demeanor with an attitude of your own. You couldn’t have cared less. It was a bit unnerving in his eyes. He continued to display his nasty personality fully, attempting to prepare you for when he inevitably had to tell you about the tragedy of his childhood.

Michael Kaiser only gave in when he saw you the morning after you spent the night at his house. You had been at some stupid party and asked him to pick you up when things started to get weird. He didn’t ask you what happened, and you didn’t offer to tell him. He could see just how off you were that night, though, so he let you stay in his spare room. He didn’t use half of his house ever, anyways.

Kaiser woke up early every day. Typically he had morning workouts, so he was always awake before six AM. When he went to check on you, you were still passed out in bed. He took a few steps closer to you, and you slowly opened your eyes. They were bleary and half closed in your exhaustion. You seemed so confused, so worried. Sitting up slowly, you blinked. You could barely move.

“Mihya…?” you asked slowly, watching his steps the best you could through your screwed up vision.

He stared at you with an expression you had never seen on his face before. He looked almost ashamed.

His head was a mess. He had never understood why, but vulnerability was the only thing that had ever gotten him to crack. He was frozen, petrified by something he couldn’t decider as awe or utter terror. If he knew you wouldn’t run, and if he knew that you could be doing as horrifically as he was, then, God, he might as well start the end of the world himself. His brain imploded just a bit more every time he realized he wasn’t so alone.

Anglerfish are so rare in the sea that when a male anglerfish finds a female, he attaches himself to her. He stays there, almost like a parasite, until his body begins to morph into hers and he is no more. Michael Kaiser still thought it was stupid that you saw that as a sign that soulmates were real. Those anglerfish didn’t have a bond. They were together purely out of a need for survival.

Though maybe he was no better than an anglerfish.

@graciescott27

[reverie-starlight]

so this is the bday fic I had planned for 2024, and it’s been sitting in my drafts since then. I finally finished it like six months later, so this is just gonna sit in my queue until march 2025. I'm sure my characterization of kaiser will be much better different by then, but oh well!!

fem!reader, no physical descriptions. I will never not make kaiser soft, sorry not sorry <3 FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. vague mention of reader having bad b-days in the past. self-ship coded!! no angst!!! just fluff! happy birthday to me!!!!!!!!

birthdays are… complicated for you.

complicated enough that you can’t even scrape the surface of your feelings on them. you don’t hate yours (technically) but it does bring up a lot of emotions in the weeks leading up to it. then those feelings get mixed with the fact that you’re not good at accepting that there are people out there who want to take care of you and make the day special when you haven’t known it to be in a long time.

people like kaiser.

kaiser, who knows all of your birthday troubles and always wants to make the day pleasant as possible for you.

(“trying to make up for all those awful years, liebling”, he always says when you try to protest.)

kaiser who always has to one up himself year after year, despite your insistence that he doesn’t need to.

kaiser, who would never give up the chance to see the beautiful, bashful smile on your face when you finally give in and accept the full force of his love and appreciation for you.

kaiser, who is currently leading you to this year’s birthday surprise, repeatedly assuring you that he didn’t go over the top this time.

he slowly removes the blindfold from your eyes and watches with a smile as you take in the unbelievably large pile of presents in front of you.

you inhale sharply and turn your head between him and the gifts multiple times in quick succession. “what-“ you spin on your heel to look up at his shamelessly smug face. he’s practically glowing with pride at having surprised you like this. “michael, I thought I said you didn’t need to get me anything.”

he shrugs and places his hands on your shoulders to calm you. “I know, schatz, but did you really think I’d let your birthday pass without at least one gift? do you even know me?”

you click your tongue and look back at the pile. he recognizes that your body language looks a bit guilty, and your wide eyes confirm that. “first of all this is way more than one, but… I told you that I just wanted to spend time with you. this… this is so much… and… and probably so expensive…” you could hardly wrap your head around the fact that this massive pile of gifts was yours.

your boyfriend grins. “I’m an athlete, baby, and a damn good one at that- I can’t imagine a better way to spend my funds than spoiling you from time to time.”

your pupils dilate and his grin only grows as you shake your head and look away bashfully. “I can think of a few…” he hears you mutter.

he laughs. you’re always so quick to deny anyone the pleasure of treating you. he doesn’t ever blame you for that, though. “well it’s a good thing it’s technically my money, and not yours then, hm?”

at least not yet, he thinks to himself and pictures the ring of your dreams that you’ve unknowingly designed, tucked away safely in his drawer for a later date.

your boyfriend notices you getting slightly overwhelmed with all the thoughts running through your head, so he decides to make it easier for you.

he turns you around to face the gifts once more and wraps his arms around your waist. he sways you back and forth for a bit, letting you sit with the fact that all these gifts are actually yours.

in between pressing gentle kisses to your neck to calm you down some, he says “so which one do you want to start with, angel girl?”

almost an hour later, you’re both cuddled up on the couch with a pile of gift wrap and ribbon surrounding you all over the floor. kaiser had mumbled some promises of cleaning it all up tomorrow morning against your lips before slipping into the kitchen and bringing out your cake. he does his rendition of happy birthday and lets you blow out the candles, teasing you about letting him in on your wish before grabbing the knife to cut you a slice.

“can we…” you stop mid sentence, hesitating. he sits back and waits for you to find your words. “can we share a slice?”

he doesn’t question your request and cuts a huge wedge away from the cake. “big enough?”

you nod and settle against him, swinging your legs over his lap and stealing the fork from his hand to have the first bite.

“it’s really good, michael.”

“of course it is, I got your favourite.”

you knock your head against his in thanks and move to feed him a piece. “no, let me do it from here, hase.”

kaiser takes the fork and a bite before offering you another. “you spoil me, my love.”

he shakes his head, frowning a bit. he meets your eyes and you’re a bit surprised to see that he’s grown sentimental. “well how could I not? you’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted- a chance to be loved and to love in return.”

he grabs your hand with his free one and presses his forehead against yours. “giving you a good birthday is the least I could do, mein schatz.”

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i luv him :3

[koipudding]

not a serious fic, just more brainworms. (455 words)

cw: sex mention, kaiser is hard (mentioned)... mentioned sh and self deprecation (kaiser). set in the middle of your relationship (or else I doubt he'd cry in front of you genuinely. he'd cry early on as a test and to get you to coddling him, but he hates how agonized you look then, so he tries to hide it until it builds up, leading to here.)

I have so many brainworms :,3. I wrote this while watching Hamilton for an assignment, although the movie they're watching is not Hamilton.

need to have nasty sex with kaiser but it devolves into him being unable to meet reader in the eyes midway through. he's never been this intimate and you're both half clothed... and the two of you leave the bedroom in favor of cheap ramen and a shitty movie he can turn his brain off too.

your Mihya's brain is quiet and fuzzy at this point, and he is... content that you're just letting him be. You're not pampering him, not in a traditional sense. His favorite tea is in a cup on the table. You made his favorite ramen (with his favorite chopsticks and bowl) with some strips of meat, and your own preferred form of the instant meal. You don't cajole him back into bed (even though he's still hard) but you don't tease about it either. Kaiser thinks he likes it this way; you're rambling about how the movie sucks, and you let him lean into you.

you don't flinch from him, and conversation is easy with you. too easy. But you fall asleep, arm curled limply around his and he reasons that you do care. that his worries might have been foolish and misplaced (he thinks you should've worried about him--rejected his advances--hes damaged and worthless, but you don't see him that way. Something unfamiliar bubbles up in his chest.). Michael cries for the first time (from pure emotion, not his self-harming tendencies that he tries to hide from you) and leans into your awaiting arms. You place a kiss onto his head, and he whimpers your name out, begging for you.

"I'm going to pull you closer, okay Mihya?" he nods stiffly and pulls you closer, meeting you halfway.

That's how you two fall asleep, Mihya's tears soak your shirt and the TV had automatically turned itself off... Michael thinks love might be worth it if you let him be this way, if you let him be vulnerable and learn to stop being volatile. (he wonders if you want him to do more, if he's too much for you. But he doesn't see how he holds doors open for you, carries your bags and cuts vegetables for you... you see how he knows your skin and hair care, your preferred pain meds and how protective he is of you.)

[thebestsetter]

I love it when my husband has a bad day.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I want to see him sad because things didn't go as planned during practice or that teammate of his was more annoying then usual. I just like the way he acts when he comes home to me after a bad day.

Some people shout and get angry. Other people isolate themselves to calm down after those (unavoidable) bad days. But not the man I promissed to love in sickness and health.

When he comes home, he doesn't say anything. He takes off his jacket and shoes as quick as possible and just throws himself at me. He then proceeds to nuzzle his head in my neck, still not saying a word, and, after he found the "perfect" position (which I know he did, cause he sighs and smiles when he does find it), he grabs my hand and puts it in hair, as if it's a silent plea for me to tangle my fingers through his locks and massage his scalp.

We spend hours like this. Just me and him bathing in each other's presence, without anything or anyone else to intervee. Sometimes, he even falls asleep, and I want to gush about how comfortable he is around me and yap about how cute he is while sleeping (even if he drools all over the bed most of the times). And then I concentrate on him and him only: his softened breath, his heart pace starting to slow down and those inconscious sounds he lets out when I caress the right spot.

I love to whisper to him about my day while passing my hand underneath his shirt, noticing the tension leaving his body and feeling each muscle he worked oh so hard to build. One time, I even joked about giving him a massage. He didn't deny it, so I think he wants one. He just doesn't know how to ask (we really need to work on this kind of communication).

I love my husband. And I love the domesticity and good moments his bad days provide: just me and him, showing our love for each other without needing to say anything.

ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, Barou Shoei, Shidou Ryusei (hear me out on this one), Oliver Aiku, Michael Kaiser, Nagi Seishiro, Kunigami Rensuke, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Ushijima Wakatoshi, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, KOZUME KENMA, Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji

~ A/N: This is heavly inspired by a reddit post I saw!! Apparently, the og post user is @ThrowawayEngland2022 on reddit. Make sure to follow them!!

Masterlist

[anglbunny]

ᝰ.ᐟDIRTY

You're kaiser's mechanic and nothing more. .ᐟCW: Street racer!Kaiser, Smut MDNI, mentions of voyeurism, window sex

"𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘.𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒" - 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛' 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑎��𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

You were kaiser’s mechanic, most of the time. That’s what you usually told everyone. That’s also what you told yourself, not that you believed it. 

Kaiser treated you nicely, like he did with every other mechanic, but that was until it was time for closing. He’d stop you when everyone was about to leave, and some of your friends would look at you, confused, but shrug it off. 

He’d say there was something wrong, something missing, or that you didn’t do something correctly. Just to see you bend over the hood so he could stare at your ass. You knew he was. You could feel his glare. 

You swallowed hard, about to say that everything looked fine, but he was leaning back on the car, beside you, smirking down at you, speaking before you could. 

“You look good bent down like that,” he said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close to him. 

“Kaiser… someone could see..” you mumbled, wrapping one hand around his bicep. 

“Who?” he said, you didn’t miss the amusement in his voice, grabbing a handful of your ass through the sweats. 

You shut your mouth, cursing under your breath. Kaiser always locked the door after everyone left. Meaning no one could enter. 

The only reason you hadn’t told anyone what was going on between you and kaiser was because it was on and off. You weren’t his gf, you guys weren’t friends with benefits and he’s always fucking another girl everyday. And at the end of the day, he was DK(drift king) and you were his mechanic. Kaiser was THE person. His fame would go to shit if people found out he was hooking up with you and not one of the bombshell flag girls that always threw themselves at him. You guys were almost nothing. Almost. But some nights, when it was silent, nearly pitch black, you’d find Kaiser looking down on you, running his fingers through your hair so gently, like one would do with their lover, while you sucked his cock. 

Kaiser’s eyes were zoned out on you. Those pretty blue ones you’d always catch yourself staring at. 

“You’re always touching up my baby” he tapped his car, not looking away from you. “When will it be my turn?” 

“I don’t know, maybe when you stop saying such corny shit” you rolled your eyes, pulling a rare genuine laugh out of him. 

“Baby, tonight i’m thinking.. Something different..” he said, kissing the corner of your mouth. Your lips twitched, but you concealed your smile. 

“Humour me” 

“My place?” 

“And what exactly are we gonna do there?” you crossed your arms, tilting your head. 

“Needy fucking girl, can’t even wait till we get home to find out, huh?” he slapped your ass, taking your lips with his. 

ᯓ★ᯓ⚡︎

“C’mon baby, don’t pass out on me” he chuckled, holding you up against the full-length window of his penthouse. 

“‘M.. not, asshole” you slurred, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You weren’t even joking when you said this, his dick was so good, it was making you drool. Or maybe it was the sloppy kisses Kaiser was giving you. 

“Ngh! Fuck! Yess, yesss, kaiser, right there, ohmygod fuck fuck” 

Your pussy clenched around his fat cock, nails scratching down his back, while your legs were wrapped around his waist. 

He thrusted into that same spot over and over again. His tattooed hand slapping your ass. It was definitely red by now. 

“Ugh, fuck, you’re so warm” he groaned, pulling out till his tip was at your entrance only to slam back in. you cried out, throwing your head back. He cupped your breast with one hand, moving his lips to kiss along the column of your neck. Biting and sucking.

At this point, you don’t even try to hide the hickies anymore. Whenever anyone asks, you just tell them you don’t remember his name. But instead, you get Kaiser back by leaving just as many on him. 

He had smeared your lipstick, leaving nothing but swollen pink lips. Your mascara melting from crying.

His cock was balls deep. Not even letting you breathe for a second. How does this bastard have so much stamina? Especially while standing up and carrying you? He wiped down the foggy window, not slowing down one bit. 

“Show all of Tokyo you’re getting fucked. Let them watch while i fucking ruin your inside. Let everyone see.. How much of a fucking thrust whore thrust you thrust are thrust for thrust my cock. 

You yelled his name. Your arms locked around his neck, squeezing tight enough to steal his breath—yet he was still standing, still smirking down at you like he had all the control.

“Close!! Close, ‘m close, mihya please, lemme cum. Fuck please pleaseee” you whined, tears rolling down your face. Your throat was gonna sore as hell in the morning and your voice probably nonexistent 

“Yea? Fuck.. cum for me, liebling. Scream my fucking name. Lemme hear it. Let everyone down there watch while cum on my cock for the third time today. Show them who you fucking.. Belong to, baby..” he mumbled against your skin, biting down, chuckling at your soft sobs. 

He squeezed your ass, as you clenched around his length, nearly pulling an orgasm out of him. You came all around him. Painting his cock with warm cum. 

He soon followed, filling your pussy up nearly to the brim. Maybe you were being dramatic but it felt like his cock was in your stomach. 

Your head dropped onto his shoulder. He smiled, rubbing your back. He walked over to his bed and set you down, letting you fall down onto the soft pillows. 

“Fuck, kaiser… I.. you..” 

“Shhhh, shh, I know, it’s okay. Just sleep, let me take care of everything, alright?” you didn’t have it in you to argue, so you nodded. And within seconds you were asleep. 

After kaiser had finished cleaning everything up, including you. He pushed your hair out of your closed eyes. Admiring your calm face. 

“I love you, y/n. You don’t know it yet. But.. you’ll always be mine. And someday, the whole world’s gonna know” he smiled, Leaning down to kiss your forehead. 

Taglist: @cyberheartrebel @vaelils

A/N: Yes ik kaiser doesn’t live in Japan or Tokyo but stfu. This is Tokyo, where all the illegal races happen/j. There's something wrong with me, i can’t write a story under a 100 wc for the life of me. This was supposed to be a drabble. not edited

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[rose-nympho]

I’ve been staring at him for so long that I feel pregnant

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

“boys will be boys”

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when isagi yoichi was still just a little boy, he always held your hand when you were scared, and helped wipe the dirt and grime off of your knees when you tripped.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when bachira meguru was still just a little boy, he always defended you from bullies--even if they hurt him instead--, and always told you it didn't hurt even when it did.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when chigiri hyoma was still just a little boy, he never argued with you or complained and even allowed you to touch and play with his hair if you asked him politely.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when kunigami rensuke was still just a little boy, he always held your stuff, whether it's your backpack or thick library books, without complaint and with a smile.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when barou shouei was still just a little boy, he helped you cleanwhen it was your day for classroom cleaning duty, and always helped organize your extremely messy desk.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when mikage reo was still just a little boy, he always bought you whatever you wanted, and let you have whatever expensive item of his you wanted as long as you liked it.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when nagi seishiro was still just a little boy, he let you play on his video game consoles, and he never got mad at you even if you dropped it and cracked it.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when itoshi rin was still just a little boy, he always bought you his favorite lottery ice cream on every occasion. whether you passed your test, your failed your test, you get an ice cream.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when michael kaiser was still just a little boy, he always pushed you on the swings at the park and listened to you rant, even if he just recieved an exhaustive beating from his father and couldn't even talk.

“boys will be boys”, which isn't true at all, because when alexis ness was still just a little boy, he always visited you when you were sick and told you about magic and his favorite folklore and fantasy stories to cheer you up.

so did i ever tell you guys how much i fw blue lock boys and the childhood best friend trope??? well, a lot.

[voidcat]

When you first meet Alexis Ness, you don’t expect this to bloom into a fully fledged friendship. Soft spoken and kind, he smiles when he is angry and a little bit of an odd ball but no harm you’ve seen coming from his hands, not to you at least.

By the time you’ve come to realize, it’s already too late. Because then, you see, it was never your friendship Ness wanted- at least not primarily. Only to feed you to Michael Kaiser with his fangs bared, eagerly waiting.

[tsukimirecs]

BLUE LOCK // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works. credit for divider

itoshi rin

bitter truths

( i love you )

no fear

chose yourself too

love story

why are you at my door at 10:57pm?

wont you lend me your faith?

sweet glances

michael kaiser

voyeur to belonging

how to subtly show someone you're interested

seasons

when stars can't hold their weight, they explode

liebevoll

the instrument

anyone but you

bachira meguru

another word for homesick. (i want to say your name again)

heatwaves

rosy glasses

you arrive like a dream

yoichi isagi

you'll never find a love like mine

letters to a striker

the priorities of isagi yoichi

ravenous

seishiro nagi

my precious treasure(s)

one pure thing of intimacy an love

i'm your number 1

the obvious truth about nagi seichiro's girlfriend

your flower

reo mikage

stars you only see during the day

august 12th

[whatyousae]

lover boys who are down bad for you, worshipping the ground you walk on like you are some goddess. if someone asks how did they pull you they wouldn't know what to say.

"i don't even know man.."

he patiently waits for you to finish trying on all the dresses that caught your attention in the mall. carrying your bags hell he even knows how to wear your purse without making it look weird on him.

switches shoes with you when your feet starts to hurt from all that walking, offering to carry you on his back. when you get home you always give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you gift.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

you often ask him that question, he says he likes watching you do your things. he does, but that's not the real reason. he loves the way your eyelashes look when they are curled, the way you pout your lips when you think so hard about something, how your eyebrows are furrowed when you get upset at something.

he buys you small things or expensive things because he thought you would like it. huh? so what if it's nearly the rent of your apartment? as long as his girlfriend likes it he has no regrets.

he flexes you when he notices people are googling at you, showing them that no one can have his pretty girl. only he can.

he just loves his pretty girlfriend so much and he is not afraid to show it

kimetsu no yaiba: RENGOKU, tanjiro, zenitsu, giyuu, GENYA, gyomei

jujutsu kaisen: YUUJI, choso, gojo, geto, NANAMI, YUUTA, inumaki

bluelock: ISAGI, bachira, kunigami, REO, karasu, KAISER

bungo stray dogs: dazai, SIGMA, tachihara, chuuya, FUKUZAWA

hunter x hunter: kurapika, LEORIO, phinks, wing

2024 @whatyousae — do not copy, translate, or post in any platform.

[yeonniesblog]

— bllk boys reaction to you pranking them with nudes/revealing picture and telling them it wasn't meant for them. part 2.

nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | all characters are 18 or above here.

part 1 , masterlist.