#michael kaiser x fem!reader

[sanb3rry]

kaiser gifts you rose themed jewelry on your anniversary.

on your first anniversary he gave you a ring that looked like a rose with a sapphire in the middle that he hand-picked just for you.

he has a matching one that he wears on his ring finger with your name written on the bottom. he definitely kisses it before a match as good luck, if you couldn't be there in person.

he once lost the ring cause he took it off to go shower once and he was freaking the fuck out, he literally refused to go practice until it was back on his ring finger, where it belonged. noa was fed up with his bs but nonetheless sent out someone to go find it for him.

now he never takes the ring off, like ever. he cannot go through that awful experience again.

you have earring that he gifted you for your second anniversary that are similar to his tattoos. whenever he gets to take you out to one of his work parties, he gets you to wear them so you guys could match.

these are just subtle ways in which kaiser shows you that he loves you a lot and that you're his forever and always.

© sanb3rry2023

[ninibeingdelulu]

It's too much ?

a/n: suggestiveness (a lot)

Your fingernails rake down the taut planes of his heaving back as his hips pin you deliciously to the mattress.

Swollen lips crash together in a messy tangle of heat and need drawing breathy whimpers from your very core with each sinful sweep of his tongue.

"Mmm..." Another desperate moan catches in your throat when he grinds down with purpose, coaxing delirious friction against that throbbing ache rapidly blooming between your thighs.

His name drips like melted sin from your kiss-swollen mouth in encouragement.

Before you can even register the movement, he suddenly wrenches away - chest heaving and his eyes wide with molten arousal.

You whine pitifully at the abrupt loss of contact until his forehead thumps against your shoulder accompanied by a strangled groan torn straight from his gut.

"Fuck..."

The singular expletive rasps out in an utterly wrecked breath fanning over your already feverish skin.

You can't bite back the husky giggle that bubbles up at how thoroughly ruined that typically stoic demeanor has become in mere moments.

"Aw...can't handle a few little kisses there, baby ?"

You tease with a breathy lilt, fingers ghosting back up to toy with the damp strands sticking to his nape.

"My lips must be very good to have you so hot and bothered already..."

His head shakes minutely against your collarbone before shifting enough to angle that scorching bedroom stare directly into your now hopelessly dazed one.

Those powerful hands instantly slide upwards to map every tantalizingly bare inch - practically searing your flesh in tingling trails.

"No...I can handle those just fine..."

He visibly shudders when you boldly arch up into his caressing palms with a teasing whimper for emphasis.

"It's the obscene little noises you keep making,...shit. You have no idea what those fucking sounds do to me..."

He punctuates that particular statement by sealing his mouth over yours once again with a possessive growl quickly swallowed between famished lips.

You smile victoriously into the fiery clash of tongues and roaming hands intent on reducing you both to puddles before morning's light.

cloud strife, zack fair, megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, michael kaiser, sasuke uchiwa, aki hayawaka, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, shota aizawa, levi ackerman, eren jaeger

[what-is-wrong-with-everyone]

Sleeping HC

Kaiser looks like the type of bf who, during the night when you shift and lay on your stomach would lay on you and slide his hand or hands inside your shirt to hold your boobs. Like not even as something sexual just because (tbh can't blame him), he likes holding them and squeezing gently as a stress relief (small or big doesn't matter, all boobs are great).

[mochikofi]

Erm...I 💗💗 your content, so I was wondering, can I get some Kaiser x Pregnant Y/n head canons, plz🫶🏾

Michael Kaiser is a man that many people admires because of his life, his skill, his looks, and many more. Many thinks that his most precious treasure is his career, but what they don't know that his wife and his soon to be child is his most precious treasure in his life.

Kaiser who doesn't let you do the household chores and always tells you to rest

"Love, didn't I tell you to rest? let the maids do those things." Kaiser said as he ordered the maids and leads you to the bedroom.

Kaiser who tries to make your favorite foods because he knows that you only crave the foods that he only cooks.

"My love, does this taste good for you? Should I add a little bit of salt?" Kaiser said as he holds the spoon for you "Nope! it's all goods, it's tasty as usual Micha!" You told him as you taste the food.

Kaiser who prioritizes you over anything, even soccer and the interviews!

"Micha.. that's the 3rd interview that you rejected this week, are you sure you don't want to be interviewed?" you asked as you brushed his hair. "You're more important than that damn interviews. Let me prioritize you, love." Kaiser said as he snuggled closer to you "So clingy..." you told him as you continue to play with his hair. "Only for you, my love." he said as he falls asleep to your touch.

Kaiser who's waiting for he gender reveal so he can buy the baby stuffs already.

"Loveeeeee, what's the gender of our baby?" Micha whined as he shakes your shoulders gently. "Patience, we will know after 2 minutes." you told him as you stop him from shaking your shoulders. "2 minutes feels like 2 hours.." he said as he sulked "So dramatic.. I hope our Son won't be as dramatic as you." you told him while waiting for his reaction. "It's a boy?! oh my god, I'll be right back love, I'm gonna buy the things now!" he said as he rushed out. "the hell?"

Kaiser who decorates the baby's room with baby stuff and both of your pictures.

"Micha, it's 3 in the morning. You can decorate that tomorrow.." you told him as you try to pull him out of the room. "But love, I need to make the baby's room perfect!" he told you as he admires the room "It already is perfect, but let's sleep now okay?" "okay.. I love you."

Kaiser who announced it to the whole world that he's gonna become a dad.

"Well of course, I won again as usual. But this game, I won it for my baby boy and for my wife." he told the interviewer as he smiles and shows the camera his ring

Kaiser who cried as he held his son in his arms.. he waited long for this and he couldn't be more happier. He has his own family now

"I promise that I will give you and your mama a good life.. I'll be the best dad for you, I promise that my son."

Kaiser who promised that he would be the best dad and the best husband for his family... He would do anything for his family, he would sacrifice his career for them if they asked.

"I would do anything for the both of you, anything. I promise you both that."

anime masterlist. - navigation.

[lola25lovesyoutoo]

Sex On The Beach/Micheal Kaiser

Warning: Rough sex/Semi-public/Car sex/ Angry sex/ Spanking and Noncon/ Cursing/ Dirty Talk/ Choking/

It's a hot summer day in mid-July. Standing near the shore under the umbrella, Kaiser watches his girlfriend from afar. She was walking back to their car to get the tube of sunscreen that he forgot to bring. His poor girlfriend doesn't even know that as she walks, kaisers eyes are glued on her ass. Watching how her curves moved rapidly when she jogged through the surface below her, trying to avoid contact with the hot sand. He loved the way her ass moved or when she had to keep adjusting her bikini bottoms because they kept digging in her crack.

Fuck, that shit did something to him. He can feel his cock twitch in his shorts and the pre-cum leaking already. Yet, still, he tries to save the last bit of dignity he has left and compose himself.

Walking back to the shore, y/n is shocked to find her boyfriends in the same position when she left him, staring at her. She shakes her head at him in disapproval.

Pointing at him, she says,

" This is the big ass tube of sunscreen you need when you decide to date a pale ass guy," Y/n spoke in sarcasm to her boyfriend.

Kaiser laughs out loud.

"Kaiser, go put half of this tube on your body before you start burning," Y/n remarks.

Kaiser follows her orders by quickly placing the white cream all over his body.

"All done, You're next," he spoke out loud. Good! Can you put some on my back?" the woman asks him politely as she lies down on her belly.

" Just my back, Ok," his girlfriend asks, but Kaiser has other plans. Of course, he does.

"Don't worry, baby, I got you!!" Kaiser reassures his girlfriend with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Now, Kaiser stands over his girlfriend's body, enjoying the view under him. Starting off innocently, Kaiser applies the white cream on the woman's shoulders and drags it to her back. As his hands work on the upper part of the woman's body, however, his eyes never leave her lower body. Kaiser's large hands worked their magic on his girlfriend's back, and he started to notice the slightly miffed noises coming from his girlfriend's lips.

" Do my hands make you feel good? Kaiser asked. " why don't we go somewhere more private? Huh, what do you think? Kaiser keeps on teasing his girlfriend.

" Micheal, stop touching me. Okay, Pervert," His girlfriend demands.

" This is why I don't take you anywhere; you always embarrass me." Kaiser's girlfriend is embarrassed as her cheeks have become dark red.

" So what? I can't touch or tease my girlfriend". Kaiser tried to define himself. "I was just joking, sweetheart." Kaiser wanted to pay it off.

" Ohh, please, the bulge in your pants speaks differently. Kaiser's girlfriend talks back to him.

" Ohh, so this whole time, you have been staring at my dick," Kaiser points at the woman and then starts smirking.

" Ohh, please, shut your mouth, it's not like I'm dying for it, you're the horny one here." The woman rolled her eyes and spoke in an annoyed tone.

"So what about those noises you made back then, huh? You are not as innocent as you might think." kaiser speaks to his girlfriends.

" I'm done with you." His girlfriend explained and then got up, trying to leave him alone on the beach shore. That is until Kaiser pulls her into his arms and picks her up. He then stands up and walks on the sandy beach toward their car, abandoning their previous setup and belongings.

" Put me down," his girlfriend demands, but Kaiser ignores her and continues walking as he aggressively holds her in place between his chest and arms.

" Since you have acted like a spoiled brat, you must be punished," Kaiser whispered into his girlfriend's ears, sending shivers down her spine.

In retaliation, his girlfriend bis his neck, pulling on the skin of where his tattoo is set; the blue rose is now bruised with red tooth bits imprinted around it.

" Ouch, you little bitch, you'll see what I will do to you once we reach the car."

Standing to his words, once the couple finally reached the back car, the first thing Kaiser does is toss his girlfriend in the backseat.

Lust is mixed with anger in Kaiser's bloodstream. The following action he takes is flipping her over on her belly, and in a hard swoop, he takes her bikini bottoms off. Reveling her wet cunt. Kaiser smirked to himself. "see, I was right, you dirty little whore, already soaking wet" Then Kaiser spat on her wet cunt and ass.

" Dirty whore thinks she can talk back to me," Kaisers speaks in an angry tone as he caresses and pulls apart her ass cheeks. He does this to tease her but not give her what she wants.

" I'm so sorry-" The woman's words were cut short by the loud spanks on her left ass cheek.

" Kaiser, Please--" the woman's words continued but were cut short again by Kaiser's hands. One of them landed a hard slap on her mouth, and then the other one traveled down to choke her neck.

The woman beneath him takes a quick glance at the man behind her. " Shut up, and turn your head back," Kaiser spoke again; from behind her, Kaiser was using his hot pre-cum to jerk his pink and swollen cock.

" You are so nasty, the woman muttered under her breath.

" You know what? You don't deserve this dick inside your pussy; turn around and give me your dirty mouth," Kaiser demands, impatiently kaiser yanks the woman by her hair and forces her to turn around to face him.

The woman cries and pleads with him, but he doesn't care. Kaiser slabs the woman again. "open your mouth." Kaiser's pink tip is oozing; Kaiser takes his tip up to the woman and smashes the white liquid all over her lips and some into her mouth.

" doesn't it taste good" Kaiser mocks the woman as she spits out his pre-cum.

The woman's stubbornness makes Kaiser feral, so he yanks her bikini top off and slaps her breasts in a harsh matter.

The woman screams in pain, and Kaiser takes this chance to force his cock into her mouth.

Kaiser moans and groans at the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock.

" Good girl just keeps taking me like that," Kaiser tells his lover as he keeps his hand on her hair, having complete control of the woman's movements as he forces her to take him all the way.

" See, isn't it easy to just listen instead of being a little brat" Kaiser points out. As his girlfriend takes his cock; he can tell that she enjoys sucking him off.

However, Kaiser doesn't know that the woman before him is still a little brat, following her subsequent actions. The woman's right-hand travels to kaisers swollen, large ballsack.

Starting off, she caresses them in a way that leaves Kaiser a moaning mess; she touches that sweet spot, and when Kaiser thinks he's ready to cum; the woman takes revenge. She then takes both balls into one of her hands, and then she uses all she strath to squeeze them.

" AHHHH!!" Kaiser screams, filling the car. And the woman tries her best to laugh, but the fat cock in her mouth is definitely making it complicated. " Ahh, you little bitch, just keep sucking my dick and nothing else" Kaiser's free handcuffs the woman's hands away, keeping them.

Then Kaiser retreats back to his previous motions of swinging his lips back and forth fastly while his cocking is in the woman's mouth.

After several seconds of this repeated action, Kaiser is ready to blow his load into the poor woman's mouth. And when he finally comes, he forces his poor girlfriend to swallow every last drop.

After his release, the woman is left panting and gasping for air.

" Ohh, baby, you did so good for me." Kaiser's mood changes after his release.

Kaiser picks up his lover and places her in his lap, giving her soft and kind kisses over her face and body.

"I hate you, Kaiser," the woman says, still upset about what happened.

" I will you forgive me if I take you out shopping and let you spend all my money." Kaiser knows his girlfriend's weakness, and he's sure that she will forgive him.

" Hmm, let me think about it." His girlfriend's mood changed instantly.

Kaiser cracks out in laughter.

"I love you so much," Kaiser tells his girlfriend as he hugs her tightly.

[pparadiselost]

give and take.

michael kaiser x fem reader kaiser wants to fuck you in his robes. warning(s): nsfw, mention of sexual transaction, light degradation, orgasm denial minors do not interact.

michael kaiser is a man of luxury. you sometimes think that the life of a pro soccer player isn’t that far off from the lives of the reality tv royalty on your screen, seeing how kaiser practically has everything served hand and foot to him whenever he isn’t on the field playing. you know he works hard to have what he does, but it’s hard to not think that he isn’t that far off from a spoiled child sometimes. 

“stupid girl.” he leers down at you, sizing you up with that horrible appetite of his. your stomach twists with both fear and anticipation when his lips break out into that sadistic smirk of his. “what makes you think you can go around touching my things?”

his soft robes flutter out underneath you like wrapping paper undone, leaving your naked body exposed to his greedy eyes. you can’t meet his gaze, your back pressing into the bed as you bite the inside of your cheek.

“first you can’t keep your hands off of me.” he nips at your neck with his teeth, and he makes sure it hurts you a little. “and now you’re walking around the house wearing my bathrobe like it’s yours.”

“it looked comfortable,” you protest. you pout at him, and the bed dips as he slots himself in between your bare thighs. you can feel the ripple of his strong legs as he hums under his breath. his hands hold onto your hips, caressing the curve of your body as he admires your exposed form. even though he’s going through the trouble of pretending to scold you, he enjoys this back-and-forth.

he wanted to fuck you the moment you waltzed out of the bedroom with nothing but his robes on you, the low neckline exposing the swell of your breasts to him and your bare legs making his dick grow hard just at the thought of feeling you up. you were wearing it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like the luxury he brought home was simply something that was meant for you.

you’re cheeky. even if you don’t intend it fully, he likes that about you.

“mmm. i wonder if you’ll say the same once i’m done fucking you in it.” his cock rubs against the inside of your legs, and a low whimper rises from your chest. “bet you’d look cute. my stupid, stupid darling, all fucked out on my cock, begging for my forgiveness on top of my robe… that would make you think twice about taking my things.”

you shudder when his dick slides right up your slit, his tip catching against your swollen clit. kaiser knows exactly what he’s doing to you. he knows that slutty cunt of yours is probably drooling over the thought of taking his thick cock, your insatiable hole only ever happy when you’re stretched out and overstimulated on his dick. 

he can’t blame you. kaiser’s not that different from you in that he likes you best when you’re sweet and obedient to him, pussy overrun with his cum and mind overrun with love for him. 

you hiss when you feel him line himself up, his cockhead pushing through the resistance to enter you. he takes his sweet time, thoroughly savoring the feeling of your cunt latching itself onto his length. you stretch out so nicely around him, walls squeezing and rubbing up against his sensitive organ like you were made to take his cock. kaiser adores spoiling you with that disgustingly big paycheck of his, but there’s nothing he loves more than spoiling your pussy with his cock.

he groans, still grinning down at you. “fuuuuuuuuck, darling- you’re squeezing me like a fucking virgin-”

it burns so good. it hurts, his cock always just a bit too big for you to take comfortably, but when his thighs meet your ass, you can’t help but moan. he hasn’t even started thrusting, yet you feel so full. you swear you can feel him in your stomach, your pussy already pushed to its limits only from him putting it in. your fingers curl into the rich material of his robes, and kaiser can’t stop staring down at you with that idiotically possessive smile of his.

you look perfect. your eyes are blown open wide, mouth curling into a round ‘oh,’ your thighs perched around his hips, your slutty tits just within reach. but the cherry on top is the sight of your pussy taking him in, his cock splitting you in two. 

he bucks his hips into you, and you jerk back into the bed with a harsh cry. “w-wait, not so fast…! ‘t hurts- you’re too big…!”

“take it,” the blond orders. a hand flies at your neck, gripping your throat and pressing down. you sputter and choke as your airflow is cut off, leaving you squirming and at the boy’s mercy as he starts to set up a pace that’s too rough, too much for your unprepared cunt. “you should have thought twice about wearing my things if you weren’t prepared to take this much at the very least.”

he watches you to struggle, your senses fighting for air while your lower half sucks him, your hole unintentionally clenching up around him and fucking his cock deeper into you while you struggle for your next breath. he waits with calculated precision, waiting for the moment your eyes glaze over and your body starts to go limp before he loosens his grip on your throat, granting you his generous mercy to suck in another shaky inhale.

he knows you love being manhandled like this. your pussy’s long been broken in by his cock, having grown too used to his size and his roughness, only being able to cum from being used by him. your cunt refuses to let his dick go, making lewd wet noises ring throughout the room while your slick lubricates him. you make it too easy for him to have fun fucking you. no matter how much you whine and try to fight against him, your cunt’s all too ready to do however he feels like fucking you. 

and you take it like how he says you’re supposed to. he revels in the way your pussy won’t stop fluttering around him. it only takes a few more rounds of him choking you and leaving you scrambling underneath to know that the arousal mounting deep in your gut can only take so much more. he can feel the way your cunt gushes around him, and despite all the fun kaiser’s having in watching you struggle to breathe, he knows better than anybody else how good you’re actually feeling.

your moans melt into slurred words and then feeble noises. 

“that’s my darling,” he mocks. “this is how you should always be. this is all you’re good for. if you want me to buy you all these expensive things and keep you by my side, you have to pull your weight too. there’s nothing like a cock hungry bitch to keep me motivated, you feel? someone has to make all that hard work worth it for me.”

you clench up around him. he chokes back a bitter laugh, feeling your rapid pulse underneath his hand. your orgasm is approaching dangerously and quickly, the asphyxiation and the inhuman pleasure overriding every other thought in your cloudy mind. you can barely bring yourself to think about anything other than kaiser’s thick fingers wrapped around your throat and his cock ramming into your horribly aroused pussy.

he knows that too. he hasn’t let a single detail escape him. the way your mouth twitches, the hot tears that threaten to spill over your dainty lashes, the terribly alluring way that your body seems to dance for him on top of his dark robes. part of him wonders if you’re heaven-sent, a soulmate crafted just for him, but on the off chance that you aren’t, he marvels at how satan himself has worked overtime in creating someone so deafeningly alluring.

you drive him insane. he throbs inside of you, and if it weren’t for his own stubbornness, kaiser swears he would have cum right there and then. 

you need more. not much—just a tiny bit more. you want him to choke you a little harder, fuck into you a bit rougher, a bit deeper. your body shakes and quivers violently, and an animalistic moan threatens to rip from your mouth. there’s something about kaiser that makes you act like this, some kind of mindless sex doll that doesn’t care for anything other than having your cunt ruined to hell and back by his cock.

he lets his fingers loosen up again, and when sweet, sweet oxygen floods your windpipe, you cry out to him. “‘m so close- michael, please- wanna cum, let me cum, please…! need it, need it so bad-”

“hmmm?” he quips coyly. “is my baby close? do you want to cum?”

you nod as fast as you can. “yes! yes, yes, please let me cum! wanna cum on your cock, wanna feel good on your cock!”

kaiser thinks about indulging you momentarily. you’re so cute, that prideful facade of yours completely broken and worn down into nothing, your chest heaving as you try to beg for him in between shaky breaths. even as his thrusts shallow slightly, you cunt won’t stop milking him voraciously, determined to feel every inch of him buried inside of you. you’ve always been so good for him, always letting him do as he pleases, always being the good girlfriend cheering him on, always ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice if he so much asked for it…

but that would be too easy.

he pats your ass twice, and he laughs loudly. you blink up at him curiously before he yanks himself out of you fully. he lets go of you too, practically pulling himself off of you. your body responds to it as if ice water had been splashed on you, your body suddenly feeling deprived and empty without kaiser’s dick stuffing your cunt. shock settles onto your body before you can respond, and your eyes widen up at him in disbelief.

“wh-,” your voice sounds so broken and lost. “kaiser, wait…! no, no, i was so close! why’d you do that-? what the fuck??”

your pussy throbs, frustration clawing at your chest as your foggy mind tries to piece through the pounding in your gut. it hurts, you want to cum so bad, and him leaving you unfinished makes you want to melt onto his clothes and cry. your hand instinctively snakes down in between your thighs to rub at your clit. you know you can’t get off as well without his cock, but you’re desperate enough to feel anything. 

he grabs your wrist, letting out a quiet “tsk, tsk” at you. “poor thing… did you really think i’d let you get anything that easily?”

you squirm weakly underneath him, not even having the proper energy to fight him off. your pussy flutters and shakes, wanting to be stuffed with something again in order to get rid of the heat swirling incessantly in your core. you’re near tears, overwhelmed with the carnal need to cum, and all kaiser’s doing is ruining your orgasm while laughing down at your pathetic form. 

“do you want it that badly? enough to be acting like this?” kaiser licks at your eyelids, feeling the salty taste of your tears bloom on the tip of his tongue. “i knew you were a cockslut, but i didn’t think you’d be that desperate for my cock… does it really feel that good?”

you throw your head back, crying exasperatedly as his lips keep pressing at your skin. all over your now tear-drenched face, your neck, eventually claiming your mouth in open kisses. he pins your hands down to the cool silken material of his robes, clambering on top of you as he drinks up the sight of you all broken down.

“if you want it so bad, then show it to me.” his blue eyes twinkle like the devil’s. “nothing comes for free in life, darling.”

[byalexisness]

☆morse code

Michael Kaiser x fem! reader

in which you try asking for help using morse code.

content warning: yandere themes, possesiveness, aggression, violence, it is implied that reader is kidnapped, obssessive behavior, nonverbal threatening

after a really intense match, there was nothing kaiser wanted to do more than take you out on a date.

you, his sweet, little girlfriend.

at least, that's what that sick bastard considered you to be. in reality, you were a victim of his obssessive love.

when kaiser proposed the idea of going out on a date, you instantly accepted. not like you had another choice, but it's been months since you exited that stupid, luxurious mansion of his. a little human contact outside him wouldn't hurt.

perhaps, you could even try a way to escape, to tell someone, anyone, that you are in danger.

during these months, you secretly studied morse code, in hopes for a situation like this to happen. and, maybe, luck was on your side.

so, without any complaints, when kaiser texted you 'get ready, liebling, we are going out tonitht', you immediately put on the dress you knew he liked the most and got pretty for him.

to say michael was in an awe when he saw you was an understatement. the way you looked mesmerized him to the point he would throw the whole idea away and keep you there.

you were truly a sight to see, a goddess. the way you looked made him hard on the spot, but he brushed those thoughts away, looking at you with his usual smirk as he sneaked a hand around your waist.

"i see you've gotten all dolled up for me, liebling, just how i like you. after all, i'm sure you know that's what an emperor like me deserves." he said and he pulled you into a kiss, which you accepted with a smile. a fake one, that is, but you learned to master them.

you knew better than to upset kaiser, after all.

as soon as you arrived at the restaurant, he pulled the chair for you to sit down with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. for anyone foreign to your relationship, you looked like your average loving couple.

and, maybe, you would've thought that too if it wasn't for the fact that you knew that act of his all too well.

as soon as the waiter came to pick your order, your gaze followed his as you let micahel tell him what he wanted to order for the two of you.

one fast blink. another one. and another one. first letter—S.

you made eye contact with the waiter, who just nodded while noting down what kaiser told him to.

pause.

a slower blink. then two other slow ones. second letter—O.

the waiter raised a brow but didn't question and he took his leave, silently watching.

as kaiser started bragging about how he scored three goals in that game, you kept your eyes on the waiter, blinking the start of the S letter again.

seeing you weren't listening, michael raised a brow. "liebling. what's wrong?"

"hmm? nothing." you chuckled nervously as you blinked again, moving your eyes to meet his blue ones.

"why are you blinking so much?" he asked, leaning over the table. he had his famous smirk plastered over his beautiful lips. his eyes were already suspicious as you blinked for the third time, finishing your last letter.

"a-ah, that?" you chuckled again, uneasiness plastering over you face. "i have...something in my eye!" you came up with a stupid lie, which kaiser did not even bother to believe. the man smirked amused. however, his blue eyes were everything but amused.

"oh? is that so, meine liebe? here..." he said in a calm tone, leaning more over the table. his arm was extended, trying to reach your face. "let me get it out." the glare in his eyes told you everything. you were caught and he didn't need to try the slightest.

"no, thank you, love." you said nervously. you took a deep breath and forced a smile for him. 'i don't want to die.' you thought as you looked into his cold eyes.

as if reading your mind, his smirk widened and leaned a little closer, his hand touching your face, grabbing your chin. before he could say anything, the waiter approached you and asked with a smile.

"good evening, miss, sir. i saw that miss was blinking at me. is everything alright?" he asked as he eyed you, a small hint of concern plastered on his face.

kaiser let go of your chin and remained quiet as he looked at you. the glare in his ocean eyes was almost daring. challenging you to say what you actually wanted to say and see the consequences.

before you could say something, you saw michael grabbing his knife, a sick smirk on his face as he cut through his steak. as if saying—'a wrong move and this will be you.'

you gulped and you felt a cold sweat washing over you. taking a deep breath, you looked at the waiter and put on your sweetest smile. "of course everything is alright, sir. i was blinking because i had something in my eye. don't worry." you said and, for anyone except kaiser, the answer seemed fully honest.

fact that made michael's smirk widen. he waited for the waiter to leave before he clicked his tongue and looked at you.

"morse code, huh?" he asked and you remained silent. "i think i told you multiple times you cannot escape me, didn't i, my dear?"

silence once again.

perhaps, he was right.

oh, he was most definitely right.

[tenjiiku]

watari / au

the chronicles of a retired cannibal and his budding (alleged) serial killer neighbour

Michael Kaiser returns to his abode after his work trip, Monday evening — inexplicably vexed towards the World and Y/n. There is no particular order to his annoyance. But the urge to sink his teeth into the earthy ground and the putrid girl’s neck are one and the same. He could fulfill both compulsions at once and still find a way to feel unsatisfied. On the surface, she seems like anyone else. But Michael knows. He knows what the girl is better than she does, herself. He ate women like her for breakfast. Lunch and dinner too. Occasionally. He used to, in his teens. But it is harder to maintain an alibi when you have developed a severe case of stiff back in your thirties. No less hunting someone down for sport. It used to be easier back home. Japan’s scenery has a way of dulling a man for all he is worth.

Michael wants to crush it all.

He thinks he likes her, though. Sure, he often wants to shoot the young woman straight in the head and feast on her flesh that calls out to him like a canary’s tune — but there is some charm in the girl.

Y/n reminds him a lot of himself, you see.

He has only seen her a few times since he moved to the utterly abandoned apartment complex somewhere in Sendai which he now calls home; but each time has been remarkably vivid. Once, she was wearing nothing but a bikini top as a shirt and denim shorts, carrying two large bags filled with groceries in early May. Another, in the laundromat by the residence — humming a show tune, her voice vibrating with the dryer she sits upon, sparing him no mind. Recently, more wantonly — Michael had spotted her by his door to his apartment, pushed up against it by a man taller than her (Humiliatingly, taller than Michael himself as well). He saw a glimpse of her face being utterly devoured in ways which he thought were only possible for people in their late twenties to discover. She had all but spared him a half-lidded glance from across the man’s shoulder and rolled over to push the stranger up against her door, instead. Michael remembers just staring.

But before he could say anything — she was already whisked away into her own place.

He hadn’t heard the man scream, strangely. But the tall fellow hadn’t left her residence for days to follow. Michael wonders how Y/n does it so efficiently — not leaving a trace of their existence behind.

And, presently, he spots her sitting outside her door, squatting by a wilted potted plant — presumably tending to the debilitated creature.

He almost mistakes her voice with the cicadas — him suffering a hallucination due to the Summer heat being a more likely cause than the woman striking up a conversation with him.

But it is real. He is turned to his door, when her saccharine voice calls for him.

“Good day, is it not, Kaiser-san?”

He feels himself go into auto-pilot — having rehearsed the lines he would tell her if she were to ever entertain herself with him. He does not even find himself questioning how she knows his surname. The woman gets around — she is all knowing and spectacularly aware of it. Michael wants to scoff, a little.

Amateur. It was cute.

“Sure.”

“Apologies for last night, sir. My date had too much to drink. Confused our doors.”

It’s funny. She almost sounds apologetic. Michael almost feels sorry for the man she managed to sink her claws in.

“It’s… fine…”

She tilts her head cutely. Dressed in a thin pair of light blue overalls, Michael grows suddenly aware that he is looking down at her chest. He shifts his eyes, and coughs. The sight does not make him uncomfortable — but he realizes he should at least act a little human. The woman places her hands on her knees, seemingly having no qualms of sitting down on the floor by her doorway.

“I feel awful. Really, I would have thrown a fit at myself, if I was in your position. And I did. Twice this morning.”

Curious and amused, Michael asks, “How?”

“I gave myself a cold shower. Then I waxed my legs,” she explains, almost animatedly. “Clean as I may be, it was hellish. Really, Kaiser-san. Believe me — I did not feel good.”

Michael huffs at her strange demeanour and at what she constitutes as a punishment. She was both demure and bold. He’s never seen anything quite like it in a woman. He also tries to block out the image of her showering and softening her already plump skin.

“I… am glad,” he answers.

When the doe-eyed lady (is she doe-eyed? Michael does not know if that is what you would call it. But her eyes are wide as saucers, almost encompassing her entire face when she enlarges them — tantalizingly glistening with a need he wants to fulfill, for whatever reason) does not respond, and simply gazes at him with curiosity — Michael cannot help but feel the need to offer her to come into his apartment for a while.

His knees almost buckle when she responds with a yes, and gets onto her feet to reach him.

“It is settled, then?” She sings, dancing on the tips of her toes.

Michael can only nod and stare dumbly at the cut under her left eye. It wasn’t there before, a few weeks ago. It almost looks like the poor man had tried to fight back.

“How wonderful! It is too beautiful of a day to be feeling guilty. Is it not, Kaiser-san. Is it not?”

He looks down at his hand, unlocking his door and turning the knob but not opening it. “It’s nice.”

He turns to see if Y/n is still looking at him. She is closer in proximity, inches away from his shoulders. He scratches the back of his head and she tilts her head, gesturing to his door.

Michael opens the door, letting the alleged murderer into his apartment complex.

He reckons he should strike up a conversation with her. It is not everyday he encounters someone so much like him.

“The azaleas by the entrance are blooming.”

“Yes, yes! They are. So beautiful, are they not?”

“Mhm.”

Michael reaches his kitchen island. He goes behind it, while Y/n decides to remain across from him. She hops onto one of the stools, and he lets her watch him put his groceries away. He can sense her eyes scanning his place. Michael lives frugally — not many decorations other than cut out pieces of newspaper advertisements he found aesthetically pleasing.

He feels Y/n’s eyes on his neck, his bleached hair tickling at the base of his neck.

“If only my Watari would bloom,” Y/n sighs out in the open.

Michael prolongs the conversation before even realizing it.

“Watari…?”

“My asagao. Morning glory. For whatever reason, I cannot get him to grow.”

And never mind the fact that his murderer — who is also a plant enthusiast, it seems — has a name for her morning glories. The fact that she refers to it as a person peeks Michael’s interest. People like them should not seek pleasure in otherworldly matters if those pleasures were anything but fleeting.

Maybe Michael has grown too old. Kids these days are more advanced than he was. They will chew on your flesh and find happiness in the world without you in it. He briefly wonders if she usually rehearses this same dialogue with all of her victims. Or, perhaps Michael is special.

“I had him in my balcony for the longest of times. Then, my bedroom. Then the kitchen. No matter where I place it, no matter how attentively I water, it refuses to bloom.”

Y/n complains like some sort of petulant, spoiled teenager. Michael wonder if human remains stunt plant growth. He has not tested the theory himself, and with a woman chewing on her bottom lip sitting only a foot away from him is enough for him to finally allow himself to fantasize about this.

He wonders if she is even taking about her morning glory at this point.

“Kaiser-san, your blessings for my Watari would be appreciated at this time. I know I do not deserve them — horrible and filthy as I am — it would mean quite a lot for someone as terrible as myself—,” she starts. But Michael is starting to itch. He turns his back away from her, turning on the sink.

“You have my well wishes.” He spits out, a bit out of breath, “It’s fine.”

It is silent. Michael wonders if she is looking at him like prey. The concept makes the corner of his lips twitch. He lifts a hand to cover his smile. This is the most excited he has been since moving to this place.

“Really, Kaiser-san? Really?”

Still, with his back turned — he lets her think about him a while longer. He wonders how she plans on killing him. Maybe she will take a long route. Reel him in with cherry coloured lips, sheer blouses, a sweet, light voice murmuring his name like a siren song. Michael wouldn’t put it past the girl.

So, he decides to play along.

“Water under the bridge,” he waves, finally turning to look the girl in the eye. She is, of course, still staring. And it seems like something out of a horror film — the way her eyes had darkened, her lips are moist as though she had just licked them, and she looks utterly ravenous.

But she bids him a farewell. “Good day, Kaiser-san.”

So Michael figures that this is it, for today. “Good day.”

When she steps out of his door, Michael makes sure to wait five minutes — until he is certain she has gone from his general vicinity. And he laughs. He laughs until tears escape his eyes. He laughs, stomach starting to hurt but he cannot stop.

He will have his teeth in her by the end of the Summer.

That is to say, only if she doesn’t have her own in his skin, first.

[miellifluous]

loved ur reo yandere headcanons

Could u do yandere kaiser

Warnings: fem! reader, Michael Kaiser is a warning on his own tbh, manipulation, baby-trapping

Notes !: i haven’t read the manga yet so i hope this isn’t too ooc, there’s a big shortage of yandere kaiser on tumblr and this request is scrumptious :(

• I wouldn’t say Michael would think of you as a potential lover at first, rather you’re a prize or a trophy that, if he is able to have you, will stroke up his ego even more and serve as a reminder that he is the best and no one can resist him

• He’d be sweet and charming at first because he doesn’t take you seriously, he’s flirting and complimenting you so easily and nonchalantly, it’s second nature for him to woo you by tucking strands of hair behind your ear, lifting your chin up and pecking your face or giving your waist a squeeze, none of these actions really mean anything to him

• And as time progresses you begin to notice, through the rosy haze, that your relationship is far from perfect: he doesn’t make nearly enough time for you, he’s too easily riled up by his fangirls and he doesn’t even try to give a hint to his fans that you two are a couple

• When you break up with him, he’s unbothered because he’s certain you’re just a little prissy right now and you’ll eventually run back to him bc who in their right mind would break up with the Michael Kaiser?

• And when you don’t come back, his broken ego starts to eat at him, he did you a favor by dating you and you dare fucking break up with him? But overtime he realizes that it’s not just his wounded pride that’s bothering him, he actually misses you and he hates it

• he hates that you’ve made yourself enough of a comforting and influential presence in his life that he’s miserable without you now, it should be the opposite and yet he finds himself spending sleepless nights with thoughts of you potentially in another man’s arms gnawing at his mind

• He sends Ness to lure you in; you just happen to stumble upon him in public with no Michael in sight (a little strange) and he invites you to catch up in a somewhat secluded area and you don’t find the heart to question his choice of location because he’s giving you the sweetest smile

• And when Michael gets a hold of your waist, kisses your ear languidly, Ness remains quiet and lets his gaze fall to the ground, even when you’re panicking and subtly trying to squirm out of Michael’s grasp(which doesn’t work)

• Michael is a completely delusional man, he needs his ego fed consistently and for that he won’t mind breaking you until you’re nothing more than a doll for him

• He expects you to constantly pay attention to him, to follow him around and let him touch you whenever and wherever he pleases

• He finally makes your relationship, if you can call it that, official and you have better put on a pretty face and have the media believe you’re living the perfect fairytale romance

• Loves to show you off so much, will get you off-shoulder or low cut outfits that do nothing to hide the lovemarks on your neck, collarbone and..

• Has a big tendency to baby-trap you. Sure, he’s not fond of kids and he thinks they can be such trouble, but the idea of you walking around with his child in your womb definitely does something to him, and he knows you’ll be less likely to try and leave when you’re in such a state so it’s a win-win. He’d kiss your worries away and pin your hands up above your head. You never had a choice to begin with.

[boyardee-znuts]

kaiser has a special "welcoming gift" for when you move in with him. (+insp.) michael kaiser x fem reader wc: 2.6k content warning(s): nsfw, exhibitionism mention minors do not interact!!

“M-Mihya-!!”

Your mouth hung open in a fucked out moan, and you clung desperately onto the blond-haired man. Kaiser grinned smugly to himself, pressing you up further against the living room wall as he drew his hips back. You whimpered loudly, and a dull thrum of relentless pleasure coiled up deep inside your stomach when he thrusted upwards into you. Even amidst his relentlessness, he was teasing you. You hated him, hated how easily your body fell apart under his touch.

He kissed your heated face sweetly. “You’re still so loud, darling. Someone’s going to hear you. Wouldn’t that be a terrible first impression with the neighbors?”

Your thighs quivered, already drenched and sticky with cum and sweat. Exhaustion racked your body, yet you swallowed thickly. “It’s your fault…! You’re the one doing this to me! Your neighbors are gonna hate me…!”

His tongue traced the outline of your lips, and when he moved in to kiss you deeply, you moaned into his mouth. Your body felt battered and sore, yet Kaiser’s tight grip told you that he was far from done with you. 

You were beyond thrilled when Kaiser suggested that you move in with him. Who wouldn’t be? Him, Michael Kaiser, the notoriously prideful and snotty self-proclaimed emperor of the soccer world, who had fallen so deeply in love with you to the point that he wanted to keep you in every corner of his life?

You knew that he was genuine with his invitation to move you into his place, but you should have known that he had other ideas in mind too. You were excited to finally dream about next steps with him while you were moving your boxes in. But, in reality, you barely had time to even look around his place in full before he was on top of you, tearing your clothes from your body and fucking into you like a teenage boy discovering porn for the first time.

“And you’re the one that wanted it. Stupid darling,” he taunted, cooing at you condescendingly. You let out a lewd squeal when he sped his thrusts up, his stupidly fat cock making you see stars. “Worry more about yourself. I’m going to fuck you like this every night now that you’re here with me. The neighbors will adjust fast enough. C’mon, moan louder. I want everyone in this fucking complex to hear what I’m doing to you.”

Heat rushed to your core at his words. If you didn’t comply with his demands, he’d simply find some way to pleasure you so ruthlessly until you’d be screaming and begging just the way he wanted you to. You buried your head against the crook of his neck, and you let out a flurry of sweet cries and gasps against the skin of his tattoo. 

“Shut up-! You’re the worst- The fucking worst, Michael…!” You clenched up around him, unconsciously horrified at the thought of strangers figuring out how much dirty animalistic sex you’d be having with your boyfriend. 

Your back rocked against the rough material of the wall as he keeps fucking his cock into you. He felt thick and big, and your cunt drooled at how easily he hit all of your sweet spots. He knew you well, too well. All he ever did was stretch you out on his stupidly hung dick over and over again, making you writhe and squirm until he got his fill of you embarrassing yourself over sex.

“You sure about that? That cute cunt of yours won’t stop squeezing around me… You like it when I fuck you right here?” He purred at you. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when he changed his angle slightly, but he shook his head before adjusting himself based on your reaction. “Nope… More like here, isn’t it?”

He laughed airily to himself. You whimpered and choked over your own breath, muttering a string of curses through gritted teeth. He was doing this on purpose, bullying and rubbing his cock right into your G-spot just the way you liked it. You couldn’t do anything but let him fuck you against the wall, your poor cunt already worn out and way too used to being used by him. 

If there was one thing Kaiser loved, it was the sadistic rush that he got from putting you in your place. Oh, how he loved forcing you down and taming that sharp tongue of yours! Nothing made the selfish part inside him roll over with satisfaction more than turning all of your snappy insults at him to moans of adoration and cries for more of him. 

Your fingernails curled into his shoulders. You wanted so badly to snark back at him, but every time he rolled his hips, your mind went blank.

“There we go,” he purred. “Feels good, yeah? There’s my darling. That’s it, sweetheart. Go crazy over my dick. You’re so much cuter when you’re fucked stupid.”

Your mind flashed to everything you two had done in the past hour. Was it his disgustingly high stamina? Or was it just his insatiable sexual appetite? He fucked you with his door open, leaving you mewling and clawing at his back, all scared that someone would walk in and see the two of you. He’d teased you endlessly about how you were squeezing him, your cries like honey to ears as you sobbed and shook. You looked so cute with your eyes brimming with tears and your tight pussy greedily eating up his cock.

He fucked you in the bathroom too. You kept moaning his name when he cornered you against the cool tile walls. Your back arched so prettily for him as he coaxed his swollen cock into your soaked cunt, easily sliding in and out of you thanks to the loads he dumped into you before. Your voice echoed around the bathroom as he made you cum over and over again, and Kaiser selfishly ate up your fucked out face: glass eyes, puffy lips and all. He gripped your chin and made you look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, and the boy mocked all of the faces you were making and how you shamelessly aroused you got at seeing yourself getting fucked in the mirror. 

And then Kaiser dragged you out to his kitchen. You kept clenching around him, your overstimulated pussy milking his cock for all its worth. He teased you endlessly. He kissed your ears and sucked on your earlobe, insulting you in that cold voice of his every time he felt your body react to his touches. His fingers tugged at your sensitive nipples, and sometimes they trailed down to rub at your clit. Everything he did led to you creaming yourself on his cock, and you always ended up moaning shamelessly and trembling against his toned body.

And then there you were: pushed up against the wall as he initiated another round. 

“T-Too much-,” you gasped out. “I just want a break, Mihya- One break- Just a few minutes…! You’re being so rough… I can’t take it anymore!”

He shushed you sweetly, his strong arms keeping you upright and pinned against the wall. Kaiser liked how pathetic and broken you looked. His sweet darling, so weak, so ruined with pleasure, all because of him. All because of his cock. He liked holding that power over you, knowing that he was the only one who could see you like this. He adored knowing how good your body felt when he had his way with you.

“Ah, ah, ah, I can’t do that.” He clicked his tongue as if to scold you. “You were taking me so well earlier. C’mon, keep up with me. We still have the rest of my place to explore.”

“I can’t stop cumming…!” The heat mounting inside of you ran rampant. Your insides coiled and twisted in on itself in pleasure, and your breathing shallowed. Your thighs shook and tensed up whenever his hips met yours, and all you could make out was the sound of strained breathing and lewd noises of Kaiser’s frantic lovemaking. “Can’t think- Can’t do anything- Just want a break, please…!”

“Oh… You’re just too cute!” Kaiser gushed. “Is my cock fucking my pretty little darling stupid? That slutty cunt of yours can’t do anything except cum all over me, can’t it? Don’t lie to me, I know you have more in you.”

You cried out when he pushed his toned chest up against yours. Your walls fluttered around him dangerously, tightening and rubbing up against his swollen cock. His girth kept stretching you out, teasing you constantly and keeping you on the brink of orgasm at any given moment. You couldn’t remember how many times he had made you cum, but he had no intentions of stopping anytime soon.

Your toes curled, and the pleasure building up inside of your cunt was becoming too much. You were close, so close, and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to stop or to continue. That Kaiser and his stupid sadistic streak… No matter how much you teared up and scratched at his back, all that ever seemed to do was spur him on even more. All that Kaiser ever wanted to do was make you go crazy for him, his lovestruck tendencies only amplifying when he had you naked in his arms with the power to do everything he wanted to you.

The young man grunted slightly when he felt you squeeze him tightly, his cock hitting that one perfect spot deep inside of you. You let out a lewd noise, choking out his name again as he grabbed at one of your thighs, forcing your legs further apart so he could pound into you harder.

“Mihya…! Mihya, wait- I’ll cum…! If you keep me fucking me like that, I’ll end up cumming again! Not so hard- Not so hard, please!” You clawed futilely at his shoulders and back. “Fuck- Fuck, fuck, ohhhh fuck- I can’t take this any more…!”

“Oh?” Even amidst all of this, the bastard had the audacity to grin at you. “Are you gonna cum again, darling? Go ahead. Cum all you want. That’s what my cock’s for, isn’t it? To fuck you silly and make you cum until you can’t think about anyone else anymore…”

He slammed his hips into you harder, and you gritted your teeth. Gasps and strained cries kept escaping from you as he held you in place against the wall, pressing his body all up against yours and keeping you locked in his arms as he pounded into you. You couldn’t do anything other than to take his cock over and over again. Your head spun precariously, and the knot in your stomach kept tightening more and more, threatening to break any second now. 

“C-Cumming…! I’m cumming- I’m cumming, Mihya…!”

You clenched your eyes shut, and you clung onto your boyfriend for dear life. All the pressure and heat coiling up and pooling somewhere deep inside of you snapped, rushing over you in mind numbing waves of pleasure. Your body tensed up all at once before letting go, leaving you struggling to breathe. You could make out static in the corner of your vision, and your voice turned airy and desperate as you came all over his length.

Kaiser straightened his jaw, a jolt of pleasure running up the young man at how tightly you were squeezing his cock. “That’s it, darling… Cum all you want! I’m the only one that can make you feel good, aren’t I?”

You moaned, throwing all of your pride out the window as his lips claimed yours. You panted against his mouth as he kissed you through your orgasm. You scratched at his back, wanting him closer, wanting to cling to him more, wanting to feel his warm body against yours. You were nothing short of an angel in Kaiser’s eyes at that moment, and he happily held you against him.

You spluttered and smacked at his chest when he kept thrusting into you. He clicked his tongue, shushing you with another set of kisses as if to appease you. “Hey, I gotta cum too, silly. Don’t be selfish—just because you’ve had your fill doesn’t mean that I haven’t.”

“H-Hurts- I just came!” You still haven’t fully come down from your high, and the dizzying ache in your thighs returned when he rocked his hips into yours, grinding up against your fluttering hole. “‘M still so sensitive- Be gentle with me…”

He snorted, but your heart skipped a beat when he slowed down, pumping his cock slowly and sensually up into you. You could feel a moan growing in the back of your throat, your body betraying your common sense. He kept twitching and fucking into you erratically, and he was clenching his jaw. You let him hold onto you, and you steadied your breathing.

He was close. You could feel it. You could feel the carnal desire emanating off of him in heavy waves. The only thing on the young man’s mind was to fill you up with another load of his sticky cum, to claim you properly as his and make sure that he’d ruin your body completely with his.

He shoved his mouth against yours, his tongue violently invading your mouth. He pounded into you harshly, once, twice, each time making you squeal into his mouth loudly. You flinched when something warm and heavy exploded inside of you, rushing into your hole and covering every inch of your pussy with his cum. Kaiser moaned drunkenly into your lips, his pretty blue eyes rolling back momentarily as he fucked animastically into your warm, slick entrance. 

“Fuck- Fuuuuuuuuck…!” He groaned. “Take it- Take it all, darling…!”

You did as he was told, your chest tightening as you felt his cum flooding your womb. There was so much, even after multiple rounds of sex, and the feeling of fullness overcame you entirely. He loosened his grip on you as he worked his way through his orgasm, and your knees shook as you nearly slumped to the ground.

“Ah- Careful!” Kaiser grabbed onto your arms, shakily steadying you against his own unsteady body. “Spent already? I expected more of you, sweetheart…”

You shot a glare at him, and he smiled sweetly at you without even a speck of remorse. Of course. That was the face of a man who had gotten what he wanted: fucking you stupid and giving you creampie after creampie until your legs were literally giving out on you.

“I’m tired…,” you whimpered. The throbbing in your legs and back wouldn’t disappear for a while, and with all the moving you had done today and the unpacking you still had left, you had an inkling that it wouldn’t disappear for a while. “All we did today was haul stuff around, and instead of letting me rest, you fucked me like a dog in heat for hours!”

He stuck his tongue out, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m gonna wash up. You better buy me something yummy later, because I don’t know how else I’ll find the motivation to do anything else today!”

You moved unsteadily to go to the bathroom, but you were stopped when Kaiser grabbed you by your wrist. You turned to rip him a new one, but you halted dead in your tracks when you felt him loom over you. A mischievous gleam lit up his cat-like eyes, and the chill that ran down your spine only confirmed the worst.

“Who said we were done?” He pulled you into his chest, and he pressed an ironically chaste kiss to the crown of your head. The all-too-familiar thrum of heat flickered in between your hips, and your mouth felt suddenly parched as Kaiser trickled his kisses down to your forehead, eyelids, nose, and mouth. 

His hands wandered to your chest, groping at you boldly and making your thighs shake. 

“I haven’t shown you the bedroom yet, darling…”

berthe morisot: cottage interior

[okkotsyui]

⋆✦⋆ 𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! ⋆✦⋆

► 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔 , all yn ln wanted was peace and quiet and to enjoy her college life. but, her best friend had other plans ... airdropping yn's twitter all around campus without her knowing. thats why, when she woke up to almost 100 inbox requests, she was completely shocked .. but it only got worse when the name 'michael kaiser' was amongst them.

► FEATURING michael kaiser x fem! reader

► CONTENTS swearing , toxic relationships (?) cheating , drug misuse .. to be added

► A/N i wanna say thank you to @daiseukiis for the smau idea bby i love u tysm <3 theres a playlist linked to the title that i think would go well if you wanna listen to it as you read the smau. i feel like this is gonna be a much longer smau compared to any other that ive done before, so it wont be finished any time soon or so i hope dnkednjkend

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yn's stalkers | soccer slaves

★ #001. ⠀⠀ inbox ★ #002. ⠀⠀ who? ★ #003. ⠀⠀ missing.. ★ #004. ⠀⠀ response ★ #005. ⠀⠀ the other gc ★ #006. ⠀⠀ men suck ass ★ #007. ⠀⠀ what we used to be ★ #008. ⠀⠀ blocked ★ #009. ⠀⠀ moving on ★ #010. ⠀⠀ bleachers ★ #011. ⠀⠀ best friend ★ #012. ⠀⠀ high ★ #013. ⠀⠀ lonely ★ #014. ⠀⠀ hurt him ★ #015. ⠀⠀ gone? ★ #016. ⠀⠀ ... tba ★ #017. ⠀⠀ ... tba ★ #018. ⠀⠀ ... tba ★ #019. ⠀⠀ ... tba

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FANS (closed)

... @rroxii @cynario-s @punkhazardlaw @fxckingshame @qwerdiff @ryus3i @daiseukiis @starhrtz @jasm-1ne @littlemochi @fabitheraven @lylovw @shoisae @senarchv @vrmxlho @yuyan @96jnie @yerinsshi @l0v3do11 @limielody @spiderruna @heartsoji @llaw @nxxagent @yunxbin @luvlunazx @hnmya @rynaa19 @founderalex @starsharz

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@/itoshyui . ⠀ ©2023. all rights reserved

[ninibeingdelulu]

Captivating

The lazy afternoons are his favorite times - just you two lounging in the peaceful quiet of his bedroom after a hectic week.

You're curled up comfortably amongst the rumpled sheets, fully engrossed in whatever novel has currently captured your imagination.

He loves the look of serene contentment washing over your features as you get lost between those pages.

Rather than napping or occupying himself otherwise like usual, he finds himself utterly transfixed watching you read instead.

The way your eyes flit rapidly across each new line, your lips mouthing certain words unconsciously under your breath, fingers absently toying with a stray lock of hair - he catches every tiny mannerism and nuance like a lovesick teenager.

Occasionally you'll gasp or giggle at an amusing passage, entire face lighting up with such unbridled delight that his chest clenches instinctively.

In those moments, you resemble that enchanted little girl he first fell for - uninhibited and radiating pure, unfiltered joy from deep within.

When you shift positions, tucking arms and legs into new cozy configurations snugly, he has to resist the overwhelming compulsion to reach out and pull you flush against his chest protectively.

He craves drinking in your warm flowery scent intermingled with hints of their freshly laundered detergent all afternoon if possible.

Sometimes you'll pause to bite your plump bottom lip in pensive concentration, and his eyes instantly fixate there helplessly.

He fantasizes about leaning over and capturing that lush pout between his own teeth next while chasing away any nagging thoughts still lingering with unhurried kisses instead.

Inevitably you'll realize he's been unabashedly ogling your relaxed form for who knows how long. Flushing self-consciously, you'll playfully toss your book aside to pepper his stoic visage with indignant kisses until he cracks the faintest lopsided grin of pure contentment in return.

Because truly? He has no control over how maddeningly captivating each gorgeous facet composing your very essence proves to his complete undoing.

How helplessly enamored he is to simply study and appreciate you existing beside him like the most priceless, sacred treasure imaginable.

cloud strife, megumi fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, yoichi isagi, michael kaiser, sasuke uchiwa, shoto todoroki, levi ackerman, jean kirstein, renji abarai , leon kennedy

[aokuro-san]

Recommending fanfics (III): In progress or incomplete.

It's been 84 years or something like that… But today I woke up wanting to recommend fanfics, so I continue with this small collection that started with:

Complete fanfics: https://www.tumblr.com/aokuro-san/714582391192272896/recommending-fanfics-i-complete-fanfics?source=share

and continued with

One-shots: https://www.tumblr.com/aokuro-san/723176474909327360/recommending-fanfics-ii-one-shots?source=share

And before continuing,

I want to remind you that… In general I like to read fanfics x reader (or with inclusion of reader) because I enjoy imagining that I'm inside the story, however, you'll see that there are some that I didn't take that way and I still love them.

I hope you like it!

Part 3: In progress or incomplete.

shiratorizawa antics, by mooshys

(Haikyuu!!) AO3

I said it at the time and I'll say it again: SHIRATORIZAWA is my favorite Haikyuu!! team, and this was one of the stories I was most eager to recommend; not only because it was one of the most elaborate ones I read on the subject, but because it's a great slice of life that's worth reading, even if it's not finished, that deals -again- with the experiences of the fictional Shiratorizawa manager with the peculiar members of this team. In general, stories full of light humor, but that can also deal with more human/adolescent themes such as fear of the future and what we will be in it.

Anyway. A little gem that I always come back to and that can even be read as if it were an anthology related to each other (I think?).

26/28 (at first, because the author always changes the final number of chapters, haha).

Belligerence, by SecretPuddin

(Jujutsu Kaisen) AO3

Apparently, while I was "away", this fanfic increased its number of chapters and seems to be about to end. But, since it is not yet, I will take advantage of it and recommend it to you here (in fact, I just noticed that the last publication date was in 2023, but, well, that should not discourage anyone either). Because, like everything I recommend to you, in general and in my eyes, it is more than worth it!

In this case, the story is presented as a story of love, violence and family found between the reader (male, in this case), a lover of fighting with good feelings (typical shonen protagonist, but with hidden depths and a traumatic past as the plot progresses) and the unfortunate Junpei Yoshino, while the parents of both have their own romance in the middle; which, inevitably, complicates and uncomplicates things at the same time.

It is… BRUTAL. I mean, when you start reading this story, you certainly don't know how much it will impact you and how well the author will treat the themes and her characters (within the context she offers us). Especially Junpei, who always seemed like an interesting character to me and…, for those who were left with a bitter taste with his ending in the original story, this fanfic could be the answer!

However, keep in mind that it deals with topics, perhaps taboo, perhaps controversial, perhaps tricky, depending on the reader's sensitivity (which is excessively high lately xD) and there is some sexual scene involved (especially when the healthy relationship between the reader and Junpei inevitably turns into these areas), so, unlike me at the time, I would tell you to read the story tags to get an idea of ​​what you will read… or not.

21/24 (again, for now).

Vivisection, by death13

(Blue Lock) AO3

Ok, maybe I'm taking a risk here, but it won me over after just one chapter and I think it deserves to be included in this post. Also because it's rare to find fanfics that include or are, directly, horror (my favorite genre) and that, in addition, start in such a potential way as this one (that it catches your attention and is good, let's say).

The plot introduces us to the new manager of her high school's football team, where weirdos seem to abound, and the tension and bad vibes (or feelings) are present almost at all times! Even if you can't pinpoint exactly what's wrong, you know something's wrong, the protagonist's friend knows something's wrong (and her last sentence is quite revealing (although also prejudiced)… And this is just the first step of what seems to be one of the best horror fanfics that could be born around here. Well, as I said, I can't say much because only the first chapter is available… But I think it was worth including it for the reasons already mentioned.

1/15 (in principle! The truth is that it's the one I hope continues the most of all, haha).

PS: I don't know why the suggestiveness of certain Shirley Jackson stories, mixed with the typical j-horror, came to my mind… So, there you have it! If you like both things, I think you'll appreciate it even more.

Well, look, for now we'll leave it like that. I know that there are fewer fanfics than the ones I usually recommend… But, in general, most of the stories I read are usually complete, so I didn't have much material, although, it's true that I have more unfinished stories out there. However, right now it seems risky to recommend them, since, when I go over them, they don't seem as good to me anymore or I feel that, despite the good story, the protagonist is somewhat weak compared to these three here (even within their simplicity). So we'll be content with these three (the best of the best, haha, and what will be easier for you to find).

Well, I'll see you later (if I feel like it and I'm not busy with my own work, lol)! 😇

[bluelockmaniac]

SPLASH .ᐟ

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, & meguru bachira (honourable mention) x fem!reader

synopsis. showering & bathing with your bllk husbands !

content warning. sfw !! suggestive but not really (?) but obviously lots of nakedness ノ pet names ノ mentions of menustral period, blood, & cramps in rin’s part ノ you scare the shit out of rin ノ itoshi brothers call you insults affectionately ノ you might have smacked sae’s butt ノgentleman reo ノ they’re all crazy rich men obsessed with you .

notes. 5.6k words (approx. 1k+ each) !

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“hmm, this should do it!” you mused, a pleased smile gracing your lips as you admired your reflection in the vanity mirror. you twirled left and right, the rose-gold satin robe flowing gracefully like liquid gold as you checked yourself from every angle.

the silk was a recent gift from sae, one he had brought back from spain, and its smooth fabric clung loosely to your body.

tonight would be like every other night when your husband was home— you were ready to indulge in your routine— taking a shower with sae. initially, you were never the clingy type, but that all changed early in your marriage;

you had accidentally walked in on him under the assumption he was still at football practice, only to be met with the sight of him under the shower, water streaming down his sculpted body. you were flashed. though startled at first, he recovered pretty quickly and nonchalantly asked you to join him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. after all, it wasn’t like it was the first time you’d seen him naked, right?

your eyes flickered to the digital display on your mirror, noting the time and cool temperature. an idea occurred to you, and you decided that maybe after the shower, you could suggest a quick dip in the pool. the weather was nice and it wasn’t too late, either.

excitedly, you rushed into the master bathroom and swung the door loudly. you caught sight of him standing beneath the showerhead in the large shower enclosure, the droplets trailing down his well-built chest, then to his toned thighs and calves, and then finally pooling at his feet. the elder itoshi’s gaze met yours and he sighed, unfazed by your entrance— this had become routine for him, too.

his eyes travelled over to the smooth robe you were wearing, immediately recognizing it as the one he had gifted you. “you look beautiful,” he said simply as he reached to turn off the water and slid open the glass door.

“thank you,” you smiled as you began to undress. the silky material slipped off your shoulders easily, bunching up at your feet on the tiled floor. he extended his hand out toward you, and you took it, stepping into the shower stall.

“careful, don’t slip,” he warned.

you rolled your eyes, giving him a light smack on his rear, which made him frown slightly– he was usually the one doing that to you, not the other way around. you slid the door closed and retorted with a cheeky grin, “please, who do you think i am?”

he flicked your forehead gently and turned the water back on. “you say that every time but somehow still manage to slip, stupid.”

as the cool water hit your skin, you looked up at sae with a pout. “baby, the water’s too cold. i’ve told you before, i’d love it if you warmed it up whenever i enter.”

“yeah, yeah, what a spoiled princess,” he muttered, shooting you a half-assed glare before adjusting the temperature to your liking. you couldn’t help but smirk. there’s something you and only you could know— sae loved to spoil you like crazy during your showers, and that is precisely why you allowed yourself to play the role of a spoiled brat, knowing he would not mind and rather entertain it.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him and purposely fluttering your soft lashes. he grunted, recognizing the familiar look of expectation in your serene eyes. he looked up at the shelf that held various bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. 

“which body wash do you want this time?” he asked, his hand hovering over the shelf, knowing you could be indecisive. “and no being picky.”

you tapped your finger against your lips, eyeing the different scents he had spoiled you with. “hmm, i want the coconut drift, pl–” before you could finish, he was already reaching for it, “actually, i want the raspberry dreamscape.”

he narrowed his teal eyes at you but complied anyway, grabbing your light blue loofah from the hook. he squirted the raspberry-scented body wash onto it, rubbing it until it lathered into a light pink foam. he sat down on the wide bench built into the wall, pulling you by the waist until you stood right between his legs.

you looked down at him with a gentle smile, sighing softly and resting your hands on his shoulders as he scrubbed from your neck down to your abdomen. he then turned you around to scrub your back.

“sae, i know you’re taking a peek,” you teased, glancing back at him over your shoulder.

“yeah, no shit. i’m scrubbing your pretty ass right now,” he replied casually, being particularly gentle on your cheeks.

smiling, you turned back around and reached for your cherry dew shampoo, pumping some into your hands. you lathered it up before sae stood up, holding your waist and lowering his head slightly so your fingers could reach his wet, reddish hair.

“smells like you,” he murmured as you massaged your shampoo into his scalp.

“good, you’ll think of me while you’re training.”

“i do that regardless.”

his words caught you off-guard, making you fumble slightly as you ruffled his hair. “r-right…” you stammered before quickly changing the subject. “—oh, i almost forgot, do you want to go outside? the weather’s nice.”

sae moved aside the damp strands of hair clinging to your skin and planted a light kiss on the side of your neck. “alright,”

as you followed him out of the enclosure, your wet foot accidentally slipped on the polished floor tiles. you panicked, squeezing your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the fall, but instead of hitting the solid floor, you felt a pair of strong hands catch you. sae steadied you and then handed you a towel to dry off.

“told you you’d manage to slip this time, too,” he added, slipping on his velvety, crimson robe with a smirk that only fueled your embarrassment.

“ugh…” you groaned as you wrapped yourself in your rose-gold robe. you looked up at him, then without a word, hugged him tightly. “carry me.”

he rolled his eyes, but you found yourself pressed up against his chest in less than a moment, his arms wrapped securely around you. your arms clung around his neck, and your legs linked tightly around his waist.

“why did i marry you, again?” he asked, pinching your side lightly.

you buried your face into the crook of his neck and he could feel you grin against his skin. “because you love me.”

“. . . unfortunately.”

𝜗𝜚 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“i thought i told you to get up,” rin grumbled, looming over the bed where you were cuddled comfortably under the duvet. “you’re lucky i’m even taking time out of my day to help you.”

you burrowed yourself deeper into the bed, pulling the duvet over your head to avoid his gaze. “i don’t want to move!” you protested, and even that subtle movement sent a sharp pain through your abdomen, making you wince at your cramps’ unbearable pain. “and besides, that's the bare minim–”

unimpressed, rin rolled his eyes and yanked the blanket off your face, gently lifting you up into his arms. your legs dangled over his elbows as he held you close. “i’ve already prepared the bath.” he said softly.

you tried to resist, throwing weak punches at his chest with your fists, but it was no use. you gave up and fell limp against his chest. the pain was too much, too uncomfortable, and the idea of being spoiled by your husband, even for a little while, was pretty tempting. 

still, you weren’t going to surrender completely without a fight. as you buried your face into his chest, an ominous smile tugged at your lips— a smile rin which knew all too well, one that made him visibly nervous. it was the kind of smile that meant you had something up your sleeve.

“i don’t know what you’re thinking of, but seriously, forget it,” he warned, eyeing you suspiciously. you responded by giving him an innocent kiss on the cheek, causing him to pause and narrow his turquoise eyes. “dammit.”

your husband set you down on the bathroom counter and began unbuttoning your floral pajama top, pulling it over your head. you gripped the edge of the counter for support, tipping your head back slightly as he leaned in to plant a soft kiss onto your neck. 

while rin busied himself with discarding the rest of your clothes, you slyly reached out and grabbed the white, gold-rimmed bin filled up with lotions, moisturizers, essential oils, and various other bath products. pretty normal, nothing suspicious so far. you peered into it, a giggle escaping your lips as you spotted this evening’s target: a bath bomb.

but this time, its colour was red.

“stop giggling at nothing, you weirdo,” he chided, scooping you carefully into his arms. his expression softened as he noticed how tightly your fingers gripped onto him, and the way your eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. “sorry, did that hurt?”

“n-no, i’m fine,” you reassured him. rin nodded, lowering you gently into the large, pre-prepared bath. it was just the way you liked it during your painful time of the month— warm, bordering on hot, with medium-sized bubbles floating on the surface.

“i’ll bring your favourite chocolate in a bit,” he said, gently lapping the water toward you before attempting to withdraw and leave. “call my name if you need anything, i’ll be outs— shit.”

it happened too fast for him to react. before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his arm with whatever strength you had left and pulled him into the bath with you. he fell into the water with a loud splash, soaking him completely. for a hot moment, the bathroom was filled with awkward silence and the sound of water settling around you.

rin sat there, his stretchy navy shirt and black, knee-high shorts clinging to his body, drenched and dripping. he closed his eyes, one hand covering his face like a visor as he tried to calm himself. his other hand rested on the slippery surface of the tub for support.

you bit your lip, struggling to stifle a giggle as you crawled through the water towards him, pushing his knees apart so you could sit on his lap.

“i think it’s unfair that you still have your clothes on while i’m… y’know,” you pouted.

he threw you a glare, his hands gripping your waist as he tried to push you away, but you wouldn’t budge. “i fucking knew there was something wrong with your sudden obedience,” he scoffed, throwing his head back against the rim of the tub in surrender. you took the opportunity to hook your legs under his thighs and peel the shirt over his head.

“i’ll leave your shorts on…” you paused, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “—unless?”

“no.”

“yeah– thought so.”

settling against his chest, you felt his large hands move to rub berry blossom body wash into his palms. he placed both hands on your waist, sliding them up and down your sides before his fingers began tracing lazily patterns along your back.

you softly sighed and rested your chin on his upper chest, looking as blissful as ever. rin was almost tempted to lean down and kiss you until you were gasping for air, but you beat him to it. linking your arms around his neck, you slotted your mouth against his. he reciprocated, but not before pinching your side lightly, just enough to squirm in his grasp.

unbeknownst to him, however, your arm had slithered around and rummaged quietly through the white bin until it found a soft, round object. you smiled against his mouth, then subtly dropped the red bath bomb into the water with a quiet splash.

“f-fuck…” you whimpered suddenly, breaking the kiss and clutching your stomach as your face contorted—eyes squinting—in feigned pain.

rin’s brows furrowed in confusion, and he instinctively adjusted his position to grip onto your shoulders in concern. “what’s wrong? you okay?”

you didn’t respond, instead blinking up at him with half-closed eyes once, then twice, before letting your eyelids slip shut and beginning to breathe softly.

“y/—” one could say his heart practically stopped beating at that moment, his eyes widening as he watched the water around you cloud with a sweet cherry red dye. it also definitely did not help that you decided it was a good idea to fall limp onto his chest, though you were clearly breathing normally.

was your monthly bleeding supposed to be this excessive?

“w-what the fuck!” he fretted in horror as he shook your shoulders forcefully, his hand trembling as he patted your cheek, trying to get you to meet his gaze. your eyes were bleary, yet they still had their usual shine. “is this fucking normal? are you going to bleed to death? should i call for help–??”

over the course of your marriage, you had never seen rin panic like this. in the ten-plus years of knowing him, this was the first time you’d witnessed him so completely consumed by worry for you. typically, rin kept his emotions under control, reacting subtly to any situation. but now, as the vivid colour surrounded you both, you could see the raw concern surfacing on his face.

of course, a large part of you felt guilty— wondering if maybe you’d gone a tad bit too far this time. the last thing you wanted was for him to fall ill or lose focus during his next game because of the stress you caused.

unable to hold it back any longer, you let out the laugh you’d been suppressing, and rin’s expression immediately shifted from panic to deadpan. like, literally. immediately. just that stupid giggle of yours was all it took for him to realize he had managed to fall for one of your traps yet again— this time, in the most ridiculous way possible.

he simply stood up without a word and kicked the lumpy, fizzing bath bomb away. then, with water dripping down his tight-to-skin shorts, he stepped out of the tub.

“wait, rin—” you called out from behind, your hands gripping the rim of the tub as you tried to sit up.

he glanced over his shoulder with an unreadable expression as he dried himself with a towel. you noticed the faint pink tint on his cheeks, likely from the lingering embarrassment and panic. after all, even if your bleeding had been heavy, there was no way the dye would’ve been that saturated in such a large tub.

“...i’m going to say this one more time,” he said calmly, “call me if you need anything or if you want to leave the tub so i can bathe you,” he walked slowly back to you, bending down until his face was close to yours.

“i’m sor–” you started to apologize, but he cut you off.

“and one more thing,” he added, cupping your face gently in his hands. “you scared me to death, you fool. i fucking love you. don’t do that again.”

before you could respond, he sealed his lips against yours. it was safe to say you decided then and there that you wouldn’t pull that particular prank again— at least, not without the promise that he’d shower with you as part of the deal, of course.

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

friday had finally arrived– the long-awaited end to an exhausting week. to you, it usually meant you had all the time in the world to pamper yourself and indulge in self-care. heavy emphasis on usually, because unfortunately, this wasn’t always the case when you had an extremely insufferable (but annoyingly loveable) husband.

if there was one thing kaiser excelled at— besides hurling terrifyingly creative insults at people he barely knew and dominating the football field— it was his nonstop teasing.

you stepped into your spacious master bathroom with a soft towel embroidered with delicate begonia patterns tucked snugly under your arm. your shoulders felt unbearably stiff, and your back throbbed with ache. the thought of dipping your leg into the hot, bubbly bath you had prepared earlier was quite literally the only thing keeping you upright.

finally, your body made contact with the euphoric warmth as you lowered yourself into the wide, glossy marble bathtub positioned near the window. the heat of the water instantly began to soothe your sore muscles, and you let out a content sigh, leaning back against the built-in backrest.

oh, it was going to be so relaxing. would have been, if kaiser hadn’t suddenly barged into the washroom without so much as a courtesy knock— though knowing him, you doubted he even considered such things. the sudden intrusion made you flinch and pulled you out of the comfortable state you’d just begun to enjoy.

“knock before you enter, stupid,” you snapped, shooting him a glare as you sank deeper into the frothy water until only the top half of your head peeked out.

kaiser shut the door behind him and stood there practically naked. your eyes trailed down the path of pearly beads of water that teasingly trickled down his toned chest with no shame. the white cotton towel that hung loosely around his waist threatened to unravel and reveal what’s hidden beneath with the slightest blow of the wind.

“you’re really soaking in here all by yourself after i told you i wanted to join you, prinzessin?” he rolled his eyes, but with no real irritation in his voice as he sauntered toward you. his fingers deftly unhooked the towel from his waist, nonchalantly tossing it into the hamper.

you pushed yourself back up, fingers gripping the edge of the bathtub for support before wiping your face with your palms, water droplets sliding down your cheeks. raising a brow, you asked, “mihya– are you seriously planning to get in even after you’ve clearly just showered?”

you watched as he slipped into the tub, settling in front of you. his head leaned back against the cool marble edge, arms casually draped along the sides of the bathtub.

“that was just the rinse i always take after football practice,” he explained lazily, “is it really so terrible to want to bathe with my beautiful wife?”

you let out an exaggerated sigh, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips from his compliment– though he tended to throw that one your way frequently.

“you’re so annoying,” you laughed, slowly crawling across the slippery surface of the tub toward him. your hands settled on his broad shoulders as you guided yourself onto his bare lap. “now i don’t even have room to stretch my legs.”

his tattooed hand, adorned with the blue crown, came to rest on your waist. though, unfortunately, you were oblivious to the subtle movement of his other hand, instead nestling your head against his chest.

it felt so serene— until it wasn’t.

seriously, what could possibly go wrong while you’re comfortably straddling your husband’s lap, eyes sewn shut, head on his chest as you try to continue your weekly post-work relaxation session?

apparently, everything.

in an instant, a jolt of freezing cold water slammed onto your back, each drop hitting you like a small brick. your eyes flew open and a loud gasp was drawn from you as you shot upright, instinctively scrambling away from him. you nearly slipped on the slick surface in the process as you tried to escape the showerhead above you. who thought it was a good idea to combine a bathtub with a shower, anyway?

“michael!” you whined, seeking warmth under the foamy blanket of sea. “that was cruel…”

he grinned, reaching over to turn off the water, which had started to drench him, too.

“sorry, meine liebe,” he cooed, moving to your side and pressing a gentle, almost apologetic kiss to your trembling shoulders. “i heard cold water’s great for sore muscles.”

“you and i both know that’s not why you did it,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

he raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin widening as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer until your cheek pressed against his chest.

“hmm. well, you know, if i’m feeling generous, i might give you a life-changing massage or even treat you to your favourite food if y—”

“life-ending massage, you mean. you nearly crushed my bones last time– i literally felt my soul leaving my body.” you paused for emphasis before adding, “and i'm getting my food without any ‘ifs’.”

he chuckled and stood up with a smirk, the water sliding off his exposed body as he stepped out of the tub. he grabbed his simple towel and slung it over his shoulder before glancing back at you.

“fine, but i won’t order anything– i’ll cook.”

your heart sank. his cooking was nothing short of life-threatening.

“god, please, no!”

𝜗𝜚 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

“sorry, sweetheart, let me just…” reo murmured, draping a silky, red fabric over your eyes, tying it securely behind your head. “there we go, baby. can you see anything?”

“no, reo,” you replied with a small shake of your head as your hand hovered uncertainly in the air, searching for his. 

a soft laugh escaped his lips before reaching out to thread his fingers in your hand. you could only weakly map out every subtle turn in your mind as he led you somewhere in your mansion. finally, he came to a stop, causing you to bump into his firm back.

your toes flexed and unflexed, feeling the plush carpet beneath you. the texture was familiar, and you quickly recognized that he had brought you to the grand bathroom adjacent to the balcony on the upper level of your mansion.

“ready?” he asked, the double doors creaking softly as he opened them. he turned back to you, fingers curling around your wrist, pulling you in. “i’m taking your blindfold off, sweetheart.”

as the velvety fabric slipped off and fluttered noiselessly to the carpet, your eyes widened in awe. a gasp escaped past your parted, plump lips as you took in the almost surreal sight in front of you.

“baby, you didn’t have to…”

you entered the large, steamy room and the warmth of the automatically heated floor, immediately seeped into your feet. in the corner of the washroom, the jacuzzi tub was filled to the brim with fluffy clouds of white foam, and was decorated with delicate red rose petals scattered everywhere like confetti. and to make things even more romantic, vanilla-scented candles were lit on the flat edges of the tub.

your gaze shifted to a small glass table beside the tub, where a bubble machine quietly hummed classical music and released shimmering bubbles into the air. 

“do you like it?” his voice interrupted your silent admiration, and you quickly turned around, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. you locked your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“i… i love it,” you whispered. your eyes wafted back toward the jacuzzi and you moved toward it. “thank you, reo.”

he smiled, a gentle curve of his lips that reached his eyes as he rested a reassuring hand on your shoulder. his fingers began to work from behind, unzipping the back of your fitted dress and pulling the delicate material down. “anything for my favourite lady.”

the cool air soon kissed your bare skin; dress and undergarments neatly folded by reo and set aside in the walk-in closet adjoining the bathroom. heat rose to your cheeks as you stood there, exposed. though he had seen you naked countless times before, it had always managed to leave you flustered.

your head hung low, eyes fixed down on the marble tiles beneath you as you crossed your arms over your chest, each hand on the opposite shoulder.

he noticed your bashful demeanor and chuckled softly. his hands found their place on your waist, and he bent down slightly to press slow, sweet kisses along your collarbone. you stared down at him lovingly, hands coming up to card through his soft, amethyst hair. the feeling of his lips trailing across your skin made your breath hitch, and when planted a singular, feather-light kiss on the bottom curve of your breast, your eyes fluttered shut. he straightened up to properly look at you, a grin playing at his lips.

“what, you nervous?” he teased, ruffling your hair affectionately. “smile for me, yeah? my beautiful angel.”

you opened your eyes, looking at him shyly. “stop it… you’re embarrassing me.”

he rolled his eyes playfully, his fingers reaching up to loosen his tie when you suddenly stopped him.

“i’m going to undress you.” you stated firmly, your fingers already skillfully loosening the silky tie and sliding it over his head before beginning to work on the black buttons of his suit.

“t-that’s…” his voice faltered, and he could not suppress the rosy pink tint from spreading across his pale cheeks. the sight of your focused expression– your squinted, dreamy eyes and the way your lips tucked under your teeth as you undid his clothing left him flustered.

it made his heart swell from the overwhelming realization of how much he loved you. how had he gotten so lucky, he wondered, to be with someone as lovely and gentle as you, let alone marry you?

“there, all done!” you exclaimed with a satisfied smile as you gave his firm abs a gentle pat.

“i’m going to make you undress me every single time now, no complaints,” he chuckled, grabbing your hand and helping you into the jacuzzi. the two of you settled beside each other, sinking into the rose-petal-littered, bubbly water.

reo pulled you in closer to him until your bodies were nuzzled together, aligned inch-to-inch. he let out a deep, relaxed sigh, about to throw his head back when he noticed you scooping up a handful of foamy water mixed with a few rose petals, the water seeping from between the gaps of your fingers.

you gave him a cheeky grin as you hovered your hands above his head and released the blooms, letting them fall delicately onto his hair.

he laughed and plucked a petal from his head, pressing it near your collarbone until it stuck. “sorry, gorgeous, but these petals look much better on you,”

he leaned in and pecked your soft lips. one by one, he began to pick up individual petals, carefully sticking each one all over your body, as if adorning you with pretty rubies. his lips followed each placement, planting a tender kiss on every petal he laid on your skin. the whole time, he maintained eye contact with you, those half-lidded orchid eyes making the blood rush rapidly to your cheeks.

satisfied, he reached over and picked up a nearby moveable silver-rimmed mirror and handed it to you, showing you your petal-covered body.

“see? aren’t you just the prettiest?”

𝜗𝜚 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, i’m serious— if you fall asleep one more time, i’ll leave you in the tub alone,” you warned almost seriously, patting his cheek gently to rouse him. his heavy eyelids fluttered, and you could see the sleep creeping back as he began to slip beneath the water again.

the giant of a man’s broad back was pressed firmly against your chest as your fingers worked their mystique across his fatigued muscles. you kneaded at his shoulders, and fisted at his back, pressing his muscles gently. it wasn’t that he was sore– no. this had become a habit, something he looked forward to after a draining football practice or game.

your massages were the best of the best, his personal heaven, the kind that always managed to lull him to the brink of sleep. he had tried numerous massages from professional masseuses before you two got married, but none could ever compare to the sorcery of your hands.

“noo, i’ll drownnn…” his voice was a whine slurred with sleep. he blinked his bleary eyes before lazily readjusting his position. 

“then wake up! you’re heavier when you’re sleeping!” you scolded, poking at his shoulders.

“’kay…” he muttered, but you knew better. as expected, no sooner had he mumbled his agreement than his eyes clamped shut again, his head nodding forward. you grunted softly and wiggled out from under him, carefully removing his weight from your lap.

with some effort, you managed to move your husband, pulling him upright so he could be seated properly against the cool, black granite wall of the pool.

“hmph,” you huffed, shoving your hand underwater before splashing his sleepy face with a huge wave of water. he flinched awake and nearly lost his footing on the slippery pool floor, his hands shooting out to hold onto the edge to steady himself. “you asked for it, dummy.”

he groaned and rubbed his face with a grumpy expression. “y’play so unfairly, baby,” he muttered. his long arm reached out and, before you could react, grabbed your wrist, effortlessly pulling you against his chest. your hands were suddenly pressed against his sculpted abdomen. his large hands cupped your cheeks gently, tilting your head to the left, then the right, then back again as if inspecting you.

“hm, something’s different ‘bout you,” he mused, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a satisfied hum. “ah. new shampoo…?” he leaned back slightly, comically raising his head to the crystal chandelier above, as if deep in thought. “strawberry elixir?”

your eyes widened in surprise. if there was one thing that amazed you about nagi, it was his uncanny observance despite his notorious laziness. you had bought the expensive shampoo just a few days ago and only today had you used it for the first time, when you showered before entering the bath.

it may be the sort of detail people would quickly notice but perhaps that was the special privilege he granted to the person he loved. for you, he gave you the rare gift of his focused attention.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head in amusement. leaning in, you pressed a long kiss to his lips, which he lazily reciprocated. “that’s not going to make me forgive you, you know,” you murmured against his mouth, though your smile betrayed the truth.

he groaned, shifting his gaze to the scented oil bottles lined along the rim of the hot tub. without much thought, he blinked slowly and shrugged, reaching for the bottle labeled lavender dream. carelessly, he poured the entire contents into the water, the strong fragrance immediately filling the bathroom.

“nagi!” you cried, eyes wide in horror. “you don’t just add oil directly to water! they won’t mix!”

he paused, staring at the tiny droplets of oil floating on the surface before glancing down at the guilty-looking empty bottle in his hands. “oh. you’re right.”

“don’t just–!”

“uh… i have an idea,” he muttered, calmly ruffling your hair. you watched as he pushed himself up and out of the hot tub (you’re amazed he took the initiative to do something himself) and walked to the controller wall, completely unbothered by the fact he was butt-naked.

at the click of one rectangular button, the jets at the bottom of the tub immediately activated and powerful streams of water began to come from underneath, kneading at your muscles.

a delightful sigh left your lips as nagi slid back beside you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“see, baby?” he murmured, trailing his fingers over the water, feeling the water ripple over his skin. “the oil’ll disappear sooner or later, m’kay?”

you nodded your head, slightly but not fully convinced. you turned around to hug him, closing your eyes. “sure… but i’ll just use one of the guest bathrooms if it doesn’t.”

“we’ll.” 

he added too quickly for a man like him. he needed your massages after all– not the jets which, while comforting, did not come close enough to the way your hands worked.

you rolled your eyes playfully and smiled, “yes, yes, together.”

just then, the large television mounted on the porcelain-tiled wall turned on, drawing your attention. you turned your head to find nagi waving the remote with a subtle grin.

“wanna watch a movie and cuddle?”

𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 and baths go so well together because they are so silly. you can always find him at the shower control panel, playing with the settings until the outline of the tub glowed in ethereal colours of topaz and quartz and emerald.

also, the bath would inevitably become a sea of yellow rubber duckies because he thinks they're cute and they match his hair! he does leave the cleanup to you, though :(

besides, this man would be so indecisive when it comes to water temperature. one minute it’s icy cold, the next it’s scorching hot, only to swing to cold again because, well, he felt like it! the two of you would end up dancing in the water like goofs, splashing and kicking at each other because no one is watching you in your private yard– but you’re sure he’d do it in front of many eyes anyway.

one of his favourite games is to try and carry you on his back as he swims around the tub. despite your repeated warnings that he’d sink under the combined weight, he’d insist on trying, each attempt failing worse than the previous.

but the best part? even though you’re both naked, baths and showers with him were about anything but sexual. he sees you naked– okay? lovely! let’s see who could hold their breath the longest underwater.

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[bokutosbabe]

Call It What You Want To

(soft launching with the bllk boys)

a / n — i love soft launches and blue lock…so why not combine them?

content — fluff, cutesie stuff, bllk characters x fem! reader, pretty much gn! but i did use ‘she’ so just to be safe, + your faves if you want!!

synopsis — soft launches with the boyfies <3

✿.｡. “ nobody’s heard from me for months , ” .｡.✿

is NEVER on social media. has accounts of course, but never posts on them. usually the most they do is repost things about soccer on their stories. so when they post these pictures as their first post EVER? it’s inevitable that their fans are going to go insane.

they preferred posting these pictures, neither of your faces showing. you’d both decided to keep your relationship “private but not secret” , if someone were to find out it was you in these photos? so be it. they would never dream of hiding you from the world.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ RIN ITOSHI, barou shouei, sae itoshi, jinpachi ego

they don't have many posts, but the ones they do have no less than a million likes each. their fans are adoring, so when they post a new photo, thousands of people get the notification and within seconds the post has 200k likes.

their fans are insane, and that's putting it lightly. they find your account within a minute all by looking at your phone case and finding your account.

the both of you wake up the next morning and find yourselves not only trending on twitter, but also with thousands of edits made of the two of you. AND A SHIP NAME??

so much for a soft launch.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ YUKIMIYA KENYU(im biased), shido ryusei, MICHAEL KAISER, hyoma chigiri

a chronic poster. i mean literal photo dumps GALORE. they had many fans, obviously with them being a famous soccer player, but also because of how 'real' they were. they would constantly post stories in the bathroom and ranting- all that fun stuff.

their fans had no indication that they'd been in a relationship at all. which was strange because due to their openness, their fans began thinking they deserved to know every little thing about them.

they just wanted to keep you their little secret for a little bit, so they posted these very inconspicuous photos and had the internet up in a frenzy.

soccerluver44: WHO IS THIS??

urmomshouse: no way

and thousands of comments just like that flooded their inbox.

this was fun, they thought. maybe for a little while longer they'd keep you their little secret. the thought crossed their mind as they pressed the 'your story' button, posting a photo of them sitting on the sink with your arms wrapped around them.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ MEGURU BACHIRA, isagi yoichi, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku

not a constant poster, but definitely has a social media presence. they mostly post about their upcoming games and where to get tickets and watch. they definitely don't post about their personal life, so when people log on and see a soft launch??

the world goes into a state of shock. the comments are limited, so no one besides people they follow back (most of which who already knew of the relationship) are allowed to comment.

they did this on purpose. they saw no point in having strangers question them when the caption said it all

" spoiling my girl <3 "

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ REO MIKAGE, tabito karasu, jyubei aryu, DON LORENZO

✿.｡. “ i'm doing better than i ever was ” .｡.✿

took myself to the computer version to do this since there's a photo limit on the mobile version.

hope yall liked it though, i've never done anything like this before!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[txrully]

BLLK BOYS' CHRISTMAS GIFTS!

chars: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, hiori yo, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness x fem! reader (all seperate)

a/n: whew that's a lot of characters.. ;-;

isagi yoichi

he’s overthinking. like, seriously overthinking. this man has researched “best gifts for girlfriends” on google at least five times. a candle? too basic. jewelry? what if you don’t like it? a heartfelt handwritten letter? too corny.

it takes bachira dragging him to a mall (where he immediately gets overwhelmed by the crowds) to finally decide. he ends up picking out a cute sweater that’s totally your style and pairs it with a charm bracelet he thinks would look adorable on you. bonus: he spends an extra half hour wrapping it perfectly. there’s no way he’s messing this up.

... except he accidentally forgets the tag and panics, scribbling a little sticky note with “to the best girlfriend ever :)” right before handing it to you.

bachira meguru

bachira’s gift? chaotic perfection. this man goes all out, no second-guessing. he decides on a custom plushie that looks like you and him as little cartoon characters (it’s both adorable and mildly terrifying, let’s be real).

but that’s not all. he also makes a scrapbook filled with random polaroids of the two of you – some cute, some extremely cursed – and decorates every page with colorful doodles and washi tape.

he doesn’t bother with wrapping paper, though. he hands it to you in a giant gift bag covered in glitter with the words “BEST GIRLFRIEND IN THE WORLD!” written in permanent marker.

rin itoshi

rin claims he doesn’t “do christmas.” yeah, okay, mr. grinch. except he totally does, because he’s secretly been working on his gift for weeks. he gets you something practical but meaningful, like a sleek pair of headphones in your favorite color, engraved with your initials.

oh, and he throws in a tiny sanrio keychain because he noticed you staring at one in a store once. (yes, he remembers these things. don’t ask how.)

he doesn’t say much when he gives it to you, just a quiet “merry christmas” while awkwardly avoiding your gaze. but you catch the little smile when you say you love it, and it’s the best present of all.

nagi seishiro

nagi... completely forgot it was christmas until reo reminded him. but don’t worry, he’s got this! (or so he claims.)

his idea of a “perfect” gift is something chill and cozy – like a weighted blanket and a pair of fluffy socks, because he knows you love staying warm. he wraps them in the most halfhearted way possible, with tape sticking out everywhere and zero attempt at folding the edges.

“it’s what’s inside that counts,” he mumbles when you laugh at the wrapping job. you love it anyway, because it’s so him. and when you catch him napping under that same blanket with you later, you know he secretly loves it too.

chigiri hyoma

chigiri’s gift is effortlessly elegant, just like him. he spends weeks planning it out because he wants everything to be perfect. he gets you a delicate necklace with a tiny charm that reminds him of you – maybe a snowflake or a flower.

but that’s not all. he also bakes you cookies (yes, chigiri bakes, fight me on this) and arranges them in a cute little tin with a handwritten card. the card? it’s filled with heartfelt words that make you tear up just a little.

when you thank him, he gives you one of those soft smiles that makes your heart race. “only the best for you,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

mikage reo

reo spoils you. like, you tried to tell him to keep it small this year, but does reo listen? absolutely not.

his gift is an entire experience – dinner at a fancy restaurant, followed by a private ice-skating session (because, of course, he booked the whole rink). then he hands you a perfectly wrapped box containing the most beautiful dress (or outfit) he picked out just for you.

“i saw it and thought it’d look amazing on you,” he says casually, like he didn’t spend hours agonizing over it. you try to scold him for going overboard, but he just grins. “your happiness is worth it.”

hiori yo

hiori is the thoughtful gift-giver. he listens to every little thing you say and somehow remembers it all.

so when you open his gift, you’re stunned to find it’s exactly what you mentioned months ago – whether it’s a book you wanted to read, a cozy hoodie you loved, or even that random stuffed animal you gushed about once in passing.

he also includes a playlist he made just for you, filled with songs that remind him of you and your time together. when you tell him how much it means to you, he gives you a shy smile and says, “i just wanted to make sure you felt special.”

shidou ryusei

shidou’s gift? utterly unhinged but somehow sweet in the weirdest way possible. he buys you a gigantic stuffed animal—like, it barely fits through the door. why? because he “wants you to think of him when you’re hugging it.” (as if you could forget him even if you tried.)

but wait, there’s more. he also gives you a pair of matching pajamas. yes, matching. one side is obnoxiously pink with sparkly hearts (yours), and the other is black with a neon skull print (his).

when you ask him why, he just smirks and goes, “so everyone knows we’re the ultimate power couple, babe.” obnoxious? yes. thoughtful in his own shidou way? absolutely.

itoshi sae

sae doesn’t do christmas gifts. or so he says. but then he shows up at your place with a sleek little bag in hand, acting like it’s not a big deal.

inside? the perfect pair of winter gloves—luxurious, soft, and in your favorite color. oh, and he picked out a matching scarf, because, in his words, “you’re always complaining about being cold.”

he tries to play it cool when you gush over the gift, but you catch the tiniest smirk when you wrap the scarf around your neck. “don’t make it a big deal,” he mutters, but the way he watches you wear it says otherwise.

michael kaiser

kaiser’s gift is pure drama. he makes an event out of it, because, of course, he has to be the center of attention. he leads you on a whole scavenger hunt through the house, complete with cryptic notes and hints that are honestly harder than necessary.

when you finally reach the last clue, it’s a big box wrapped in glittery gold paper with an obnoxiously large bow. inside? a designer coat that probably cost more than your rent.

“only the best for my empress,” he says with that signature smug grin, pulling you into his arms. when you point out he went way overboard, he shrugs and smirks. “you’re worth it.”

alexis ness

ness is the ultimate cinnamon roll gift-giver. he spends weeks making something special for you—like a scrapbook filled with photos, ticket stubs, and little notes from your time together.

but he also surprises you with something cozy, like a fluffy blanket or a custom sweater he picked out because he knows you’re always cold.

when you thank him, his cheeks turn pink, and he shyly mutters, “i just wanted you to have something that feels like a hug from me.” (stop. he’s too precious.)

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hmmm should i make a part 2 w other characters? pls lmk! ^^