#virgin!kaiser

[satorella]

“𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐞”

[𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆]

As always, 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 flew you out to one of his away games, not being able to bear the thought of you not being there with him in person. You were his good luck charm in the flesh, after all.

He watches from the king sized hotel bed, as you hike one of your legs up on the edge of the tub, rubbing lotion onto your freshly showered skin. This wasn’t the first time you guys would be spending the night together, but despite being together for over six months now, you guys have never… done it. Or anything of the sort. You were fine going at his pace, though you couldn’t help but tease him every now and then.

“Deine Haut sieht weich aus, meine Schatz.” [Your skin looks soft, my darling.] He says, looking at you from over his glasses frame. “Ja? You wanna feel?” You teased like usual, sauntering over to him in just a towel. To your surprise, he set his glasses and laptop down on the nightstand before reaching over and resting his hand on your thigh. There was a moment of silence while you just watched him run the tips of his fingers up and down your skin… waiting to see what he would do next. He’s never really touched you like this; bare skin and nothing underneath. He always shied away… in a cool and nonchalant manner, of course, making up excuses to get up and do this/that. Not this time though. The way you got riled up at his game earlier really had him hot and bothered all evening. Sure, he’s had his fair share of fights. But seeing his sweet, and usually level-headed, girlfriend get mean for him was a new side of you that he hasn’t seen before. “You’ve been quiet since we got back from the afterparty.” You break the silence, but he doesn’t respond. You continued to watch as he caressed the inside of your thigh. “Y’know… if you keep touching me like this… I might steal something of yours tonight.” You warn, but in a playful tone. His hand moves slowly up to your neck and wraps his fingers around you in a firm, but gentle, grip. “Is that a threat or a promise…?”

HA?!?! Do your ears deceive you?!

You raised a brow; your body growing hot. He tightened his fingers around your neck just a bit, feeling your pulse. He could feel how excited you were. “Can’t steal something that was already yours for the taking, mein Engel.” [My Angel.] He moved to press a kiss against your neck, and then gently sunk his teeth into your sensitive skin. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation. Oh how long you’ve been waiting to devour this man. Or for him to devour you! “Ich will dich…” [I want you…] He whispers, the words sending warm chills down your spine. “Are you sure, mein Liebe?” Your eyes were dark; pupils dilating at the thought of being the only one he’s ever been with. He pulled your towel open and tossed it aside. “I want you to be my first and only.” At his consent, you wasted no time throwing yourself at him, pouncing on him like a damn feline; capturing his lips in a hot, tongue filled, kiss. He caught you in his arms, leaning back against the pillows as your lips connected. One of his hands gently tangled itself in your hair, while the other rested on your hip; eventually sliding down to grab one of your plump ass cheeks.

He didn’t really care for relationships or sex, before you. Soccer took up most of his time, and thankfully so, because now he was able to save himself for you: his first love. Thinking about it only made him even more hungry for you. “I love you…” You said in between kisses. “And I love you.” He replied, before nipping at your bottom lip and then sucking on it ever so softly. “Touch me, Micha… p-please…” You whimpered desperately, straddling him and taking his hands to place them over your breasts for him to squeeze. He hesitated for a moment, not quite sure how hard to squeeze them. He didn’t want to hurt you. “Do whatever you want, baby.” You reassured him, “I can take it.” His heart was pounding in his chest. The most beautiful girl in the world was here, with him, naked and desperate for his virgin dick. What if he wasn’t good? What if he couldn’t satisfy you? You could practically see the gears turning in his head. The proud prodigy, Michael Kaiser, was actually unsure of himself right now. “Here… like this…” You cupped his hands that were over your breasts, and squeezed a bit to where it was just right, then let go for him to continue on his own. His thumb accidentally swiped over your hard nipple, causing you to let out a small hiss. He looks up at you with slight concern, but you shook your head. “Nngh, do it again!” You begged like a whore.

Oh? His dick definitely twitched at that.

He did it again, earning a whiny moan from you. You’ve been so patient for the last six months, but now that you were here… you weren’t sure how much more teasing you could take. He lifted his hips slightly to pull his sweats down, revealing his deliciously hard and leaking cock. You couldn’t help but stare, a mischievous grin starting to form on your face. This was more than you bargained for. Not that you were complaining. “You… you’ve been keeping him from me all this time?” All the heat rose to his cheeks at your question, “W-Was meinst du?” [W-What do you mean?] Rather than answering him, you slid down his legs a little to where you were face to face with his third leg, and wrapped your lips around his pink tip. He couldn’t help the guttural groan that escaped his lips as you swirled your warm tongue around his sensitive head, your saliva mixing with his pre. “Ah- Ah…” He groaned as you took more of him in your mouth, one hand gripping your hair and the other gripping the sheets for dear life. You made it halfway down his shaft before you gagged, but pressed on, wanting to make your boyfriend’s first time memorable. “Ah… t-take it all…” He hissed, involuntarily bucking his hips up from how good your mouth felt.

He was fucking crazy, psychotic even, for waiting this long in your relationship to finally get his dick wet by you. “Prinzessin… w-wait…” He said breathlessly. You released him slowly, making him twitch slightly. “What’s wrong baby?” “I want to cum in you first before I cum anywhere else.” He caresses your face. His words made you clench around nothing. “Oh ja?” You smirked. He reciprocated your smirk and pulled you back up to him, only to flip you both so that he was now on top of you. He made himself comfortable in between your thighs, his tip poking at your entrance. He cradled your head as he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, your moans being muffled by his shoulder and nails digging into his back at the big stretch. “Meine Liebe…” He pants, “Why didn’t we do this sooner… f-fuck… Du fühlst dich so gut…” [You feel so good…] “M-Micha! Don’t stop!” You wrapped your legs around his waist.

You weren’t really expecting him to last long, but what did surprise you, was how well he was doing. How attentive he was, despite this being his first time. He placed open mouthed kisses down your temple, before nuzzling his face in your hair. “I want to do this all night…” His breath tickles your ear, making you shiver under him. At that, he decides to try something, “I’m sorry, Engel...” Before you could respond, he thrusts hard, earning a pornographic moan from you. He does it again, and again, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your broken moans were all that could be heard. He was too lost in your pussy to care if his teammates could hear through the hotel walls. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge as he continues his ruthless thrusts and pace; the tip of his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over. “I managed to find it on my first try, hm?” He chuckles breathlessly. A cocky smirk appears on his handsomely blissed out face. “I want to feel you cum on my cock…” He whispers, licking the shell of your ear, causing you to clench around him. “Ja meine Prinzessin? Go on.” His encouragement was all you needed before you finally let go. Everything you’ve been holding back for the last couple of months finally gushing out, creating a white ring around the base of his dick. You don’t remember the last time you ever had an orgasm like this. One that made your toes curl and eyes roll back. “You’re going to let me fill you up, ja?” He hisses as his thrusts start to get sloppy. “Give it all to me…” You whimpered after you’ve come down from your high. “So kostbar... meine schöne Blume…” [So precious… my beautiful flower…] He whispered, resting his forehead against yours; looking into your eyes as ropes of his cum painted your walls white. His body trembled as he pushed deeper into you, making sure none of his seed went to waste; plugging you up.

A few minutes later, he relaxed atop of you. He laid his head over your beating heart, just listening; trying to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his sweaty blonde hair, “Looks like we’ll have to shower again.” You chuckled softly.

He lifts his head and smiles down at you.

“Round two in the bath?”

“Why don’t you ever make noises like that?” One of Kaiser’s teammates, who was staying in the next room, asks his girlfriend; earning a flick on the forehead from her.

© 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[lkigami]

A/N : the order the characs are placed in is how “passionate” they are abt their love for ur parts ok thank u

Titty boys

They love your boobies—sucking, biting, licking ,groping and decorating your milkies in hickies is their favorite pass time:

Why spend their day stressed when they can just squish your tiddies and cum like a virgin infront of you before practice?

Niko, Rin, Bachira, Ness, Nagi, Oliver, Kaiser

Ass enjoyers

Your ass is their stressball— they’ll spank your squishy cheeks ‘till they’re red and slap them once again to soothe the pain while planting their palm on your globes in public to assert dominance:

Pray to God forbid you find out about their face sitting fetish…

Sae, Barou, Kunigami, Raichi, Shidou, Chigiri, Kurona

[kaisaerinlover]

i think kaiser would soften up eventually and be a lot nicer and more gentle with you but he wouldn’t like it every time he catches himself brushing your hair out of your eyes and tucking it behind your ear sweetly he would get mad at himself for it later cause he thinks he should be evil even though the truth is he’s so hungry for the things he’s never had (school a loving family love in general etc) cause he thinks he doesn’t deserve it so he just ends up huffing at himself when he’s alone in the bedroom looking in the mirror in his stupid robe and you just walk in and see this grown ass man standing there and tantruming that he’s not being malicious enough

like seriously i think he would be such a manchild sometimes as mean and harsh as he is because he grew up not being loved so he has those moments where hes just hella immature and acts like a baby like seriously when you’re holding hands sometimes he just looks at it and is like wtf is this why am i indulging myself and her in this i’m supposed to be evil like this poor guy no matter how much psychology and whatever he reads he’s never gonna be able to regulate and understand his feelings he’s just a big baby inside but it’s so rare he shows it 😭

he’s mean to you most of the time like don’t get me wrong as a boyfriend he would just have so many problems but it makes the times he’s nicer to you so much better because it’s so rare like whenever you’re cuddling him in bed and he’s playing with your hair and kissing your head like a normal couple you’re like “omg omg omg yay” in your head and that’s your thought process but sometimes he’s just mentally freaking out that you think he’s a loser for softening up and he just chastises the fuck out of himself and maybe starts being mean to you again the next day out of retaliation 😭

like he acts so cool and high and mighty but when it comes to you he’s literally so embarrassed that you think he’s a loser for being affectionate it’s like he’s some virgin nerd boy in highschool again freaking out over a girl but it’s a bit darker than that in reality this poor guy just didn’t grow up right 😭😭

[retroaria]

.°˖✧ NEEDY <𝟑 .ᐟ

virgin!kaiser x non-virgin!reader

cw: this is sooo long, afab!reader, unprotected sex, reader doesn’t finish (lol sorry), use of german (sorry if my translations are off)

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“No. Fucking. Way.”

“You think too highly of me, liebe.”

you could tell he was embarrassed by the way he shifted off your sheets, his new position seemed perfect for fleeting if need be, facing away from you. his face was red and flushed, partly from the heated lip lock you’ve had him in for the last fifteen minutes, and partly because your reaction to his last confession left him mortified.

“I’m sorry Micha, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” you cooed in his direction, caressing his arm and urging him to face you a little more. “I just didn’t expect you to be a virgin, like at all.”

“I play my role that well, uh?” he let out a nervous chuckle, fully facing you now, slightly leaning into your touch again. “You know I was never with anyone before you, at least…not the same way I am with you.”

“What does that mean?” you asked smugly. you wanted to hear him say you were special, that he was comfortable with you, ready to be vulnerable. he flashed a smirk your way before climbing back on top of you. his lips hovered over yours tauntingly, he let his hands roam up and down your sides. his mindless confidence was forever unwavering.

“I mean…i’ve never wanted it, not like this.” his hot breath was pouring down your neck, heating up the cartilage of your ear. he bit your earlobe softly, tugging it towards him before making his way down to plant kisses on your exposed collarbone. it was quite a performance he was putting on for you. the mental battle he was having between his nervousness and his need for dominance was amusing, arousing even. you snaked your hand up to tangle in his hair, using the leverage to tug him up and trap him in another needy kiss.

“d-do you want this? do you want me?” he practically whined into the kiss through heavy breaths, both of you getting more and more handsy by the minute. feeling you up wasn’t enough for him anymore, he needed you guys to consume each other while he waited feverishly for your response. his hands traveled up to cup your face and pull you further into the kiss, if that was even possible.

Michael was desperate. it dawned upon you as you felt his hips restraining themselves, stuttering between stillness and grinding down on your leg. he’d press his clothed budge down into you before sharply pulling back. he was needy, nervous, antsy, he was falling apart. every second that went by, his question unanswered, pulled at his heart strings and made him beg. not out loud of course, between his pride and how deep his tongue was shoved down your throat, he couldn’t do that. his mind was going slightly blank, all he could think was how soft your lips are, how hard his needy cock was, and the word “please”.

it was cruel how long you let him go on this way. all you had to say was “yes”, but seeing the confident, arrogant man you once knew melting into a puddle of helplessness on top of you was far too rewarding. you couldn’t keep it up for long though. the way his hips rolled into you, his hands grasping at you as if you were trying to leave, everything about how he handled you was a testament to how hard he was going to fuck you if given the chance. truthfully, you needed this just as much as he did. “yes, I want you~ please michael…” you mumbled into his mouth.

he pulled away and sat up for a moment to look at you beneath him. both of your chests heaving, lips red and swollen. he searched your eyes for some extra reassurance, which he got from the way you pouted at the stop of his movements.

as if a switch went off in his brain, he slowed down. he reached behind you to help you sit up slightly so he could remove your shirt and bra. taking another moment to take in the view of your bare chest. then he moved himself down on the bed, slipping his hands under the waistband of your pants and panties, pulling them down slowly. his eyes never parted from your body, each piece of clothing thrown haphazardly to the side. he ran his hands up your body slowly, from your ankles all the way up to your shoulders before cupping your face in his hands once again. “Du wirst mein Tod sein, Liebes.” as soon as you said yes his desperation was washed away by an even stronger desire to worship you.

he removed his own clothes with far more haste, though he noted that next time he should give you a bit of a show. the second his cock sprung free of its constraints, he was needy all over again. the wet spot on his boxers hadn’t gone unnoticed by you before he tossed them to the side, although the pre-cum leaking down his length was telling enough. he was on his knees hovering above you, looking down at you whilst sliding his hand slowly down his shaft.

you sat up quickly and leaned towards him, replacing his hand with yours. his tip was pink and oozing, you could feel it throbbing. the rest of his cock was pale and veiny. you pumped him up and down a few times, looking up and watching the way his lips slowly began to part. you leaned further forward, your lips grazing his tip teasingly. he stood still, as if trying not to interrupt your ministrations. you pushed your head forward, allowing his tip to slip into the warmth of your mouth. his eyes beamed down at you, inhaling sharply as you swiped your tongue along his sensitive slit. he was holding back moans, holding back everything. as much as he’d love to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, he’s gotten his dick sucked before. this is supposed to be his first time, he needs to fuck you.

he pulls his hips away from you and his hands find your shoulders, pushing you back down on the bed. as your back meets the sheets you smile up at him, bottom lip tugged between your teeth. he meets your gaze with a soft smile of his own, taking in the view beneath him once more before plunging down and kissing you hard. as his hands roam your body, they tickle down your stomach, causing you to shift a bit beneath him. distracted by that sensation, you hadn’t noticed how swiftly his fingers made their way down to you slick folds. he moaned when he felt how wet you were, a slightly strained, needy moan. it almost made you moan back.

he was aimlessly sliding his fingers up and down your heat, no particular goal in mind. you realized he probably didn’t know what to do down there, so you brought your hand down to cup his. he looked at you for a second before shifting his weight to the side, allowing both of you to get a view of your cunt. he gave no protest to your hand guiding his. you brought two of his fingers down to your aching hole, dipping them in slightly to gather more of your arousal. he curled his fingers at your entrance, mouth agape at the warmth and wetness. you took the opportunity to bring both of your hands up, guiding his slick covered fingers into his mouth. he obliged, letting his lips wrap around his own digits, sucking off every last drop of you. it was so hot, too hot, possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever seen him do.

“baby~ i need you.” you whined into his ear. this fingering lesson could wait for another time, right now you needed his cock inside of you, and he didn’t waste any time at the sound of your desperate words. he was on top of you again, kissing you and pulling your legs further apart so he could slip himself between them. one of his hands reached down to grab the base of his throbbing cock, he parted from the kiss and looked down at you longingly. you understood immediately, replacing his hand with yours once again at his base, pumping him a few times, and then lining him up with your entrance.

his breath hitched at the feeling, he frantically searched your eyes for approval, which you gave in the form of a small nod. with that, he plunged himself into you. the groan that left his throat as he bottomed out in your sopping cunt was purely lewd, it sent shivers down your body. he shifted quickly to take your hand in his and pin it up on the sheets next to your head. his thrusts were frantic and sloppy, he was relishing in the feeling. his cock slid in with ease due to how wet you were, yet you still wrapped so tight around him. despite his lack of coordination, he still managed to nag some of those sweet spots inside of you, causing you to let out moans of your own, egging him on further.

as soon as your walls fully engulfed him, he knew he wouldn’t last long. “aha~ shit…i’m gonna~ hmmph, f-feels so good” he warned you through shakey breaths and moans. he was totally blissed out, yet still trying to keep composure. he’d bite down hard on his bottom lip and try to keep his sounds from slipping out, but failed every time. he kept his face hidden in the crook of your neck, your ear taking in every whine and moan, every hitch of his breath. he’d chant your name like a prayer as he got close, his thrusts losing all sense of composure. as his orgasm washed over him he gave up trying to hide his noises, moaning out in pure ecstasy as your cunt milked his cock for everything he had. he let all of his weight fall on top of you, he was a panting, heaving mess. as soon as he did gather himself slightly, he sat up on his knees and gawked down at the cum flowing out of your hole.

“i’m sorry, liebe…” an apology that meant very little while he was oogling at your sloppy cunt, fingers smearing his seed through your folds and pushing some back into your hole. he was a bit mesmerized, his cock getting hard all over again at the sight. he hovered himself over you once again, pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. taking advantage of his fucked out state, you flip the two of you over, straddling him on the bed. “that’s ok baby, it’s my turn now, yeah?” you cooed at him, hands cupping his face.

“yeah…mmhm~ yes, please.”

needy virgin kaiser is my roman empire i tried my best to do it justice

dividers - @anitalenia & @plutism

[sleepysnk]

a/n: i needed something to post, so i decided to make these headcanons. i hope y’all enjoy!!

characters: bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, oliver aiku, michael kaiser

warnings: established relationships, nsfw, virginity loss, virgin!reader, corruption (oliver), praising, use of pet names (baby, princess, my love), daddy kink (kunigami + oliver), fingering (kunigami + kaiser), oral sex f!receiving (oliver + bachira), breeding kink (kaiser + kunigami + oliver), creampie.

VIRGIN KILLER HEADCANONS.

bachira meguru:

you and bachira had been dating for almost a year. he only found out you were a virgin because one night when he went down on you, you confessed to it. being the good boyfriend he was, he had no problem with that. if anything, it turned him on even more that he could potentially be the one to take it from you at some point. the idea of your pretty pussy being filled with his cock made him harder than a rock, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you better than anybody else.

eventually, you got comfortable with him and after some talking, you both decided to have sex after a date. he was completely in love with how pretty your naked body looked underneath him. your skin and curves were made from the god’s themselves and he honestly didn’t know where to start first. he started off by eating you out until you saw stars in your vision. you tasted even more divine than he imagined and your sweet cries for more only furthered his assault on your cunt. his hands were squeezing and groping at the flesh of your thighs, massaging the fat to make you feel even better than you did right now. his tongue was skilled and you almost squirted from how it dragged along your sensitive bud.

nothing compared to how great his cock felt inside of you for the first time. you always knew how long it was. there was a small vein that ran just underneath the base and, when he entered you, you could feel it dragging along your pretty walls. he made you feel so full with barely just a few inches and my god he found those spaces inside of you so quickly. he loved how tight your pussy was. it was all his, after all. he wasn’t going to let somebody else enjoy how your cunt spasmed at every rut of his hips. he couldn’t hide his smirk when you clawed at his back as your orgasm reached its peak. he fucked you through your high, almost cumming the second you tightened around him. you made such a mess on his cock, but he didn’t give two shits about it.

“hehe.. look at you. you made such a mess, but it’s perfectly fine, baby. i think it’s cute..”

kunigami rensuke:

kunigami had been your boyfriend for a couple of months. he treated you like a princess and nothing more than that, but when he found out you were a virgin, he was pretty surprised.

kunigami was a big guy. his cock was long and thick and he wasn’t sure if you’d be able to take it the first time. he worried he could possibly hurt you and the last thing he wanted to invoke harm on you and your body. first times were meant to be memorable with the right person, so he wanted to play it safe with you when it came to sex. you guys both talked and after watching a movie, you decided to make a move and finally take that step with him. he started off with foreplay, because he knew full well that he couldn’t just put it in without it. he decided to use his thick fingers to prep you. they were so filling and they curled and twisted inside of you, making your whole body twitch. he truly was gifted with those hands of his.

the stretch of his cock was so great that you gasped sharply when he first entered your cunt. he made your toes curl and no amount of prep could have prepared you for the way his cock felt inside of you. kunigami could hardly believe his cock fit, but he managed to stuff you full with it. he was scared that you were in a lot of pain, but when you tried moving around to feel some kind of friction, he knew you were ready. all he wanted was to make you feel good and he was doing just that. nothing could have prepared him for when you moaned out “daddy” through glossy lips. he almost came right then and there, but he only continued fucking you. kunigami wasn’t gonna stop until you were a complete mess because of him.

he had the urge to fill you to the brim with his cum. he knew it was your first time, but he just couldn’t help himself. the way your walls gripped him like your pussy was made for him to fuck was driving him up the wall. he begged you to let him cum in you and when you agreed, he completely let go right then and there. his thick seed filled your womb, making you moan in pleasure at the warmth that spread across your belly. it was just too good.

“i’ll fill you until your pregnant, princess. I’ll make sure of that..”

oliver aiku:

oliver was quite shocked to hear that his girlfriend of nine months was a virgin, but that completely turned him on more than he would like to admit.

you were untouched and there hadn’t been another man who had seen you in such a manner. the idea that he was the only person who would have that access to you made his mind go crazy with ideas and thoughts, but he had to compose himself because you were his girlfriend. he knew he had to be smart with you about your first time, so he told you that when you were ready he would gladly take your virginity. that day came after the two of you had your annual anniversary date that evening, and he was more than ready to take that step with you.

oliver was completely mesmerized by your beauty. he knew you would be beautiful already, but seeing you in that manner was just amazing to him. he took his time praising your body and calling you beautiful. when he took off your underwear to eat you out, his mouth watered at how delicious your pussy looked on display for him. it was already soaking wet with your slick and he wanted nothing more than to taste you. his head game that night was unlike any other. his tongue dove deep into your folds, slurping and sucking on your clit to make you dig your nails into his scalp. the sensation was so foreign, but you craved it more than anything else. once he made you cum, he was able to push his cock into your tight hole. his cock was big and somewhat girthy, which made you feel so full.

oliver was losing his mind while he was fucking you. your pussy was so warm and perfect. he loved how you felt sucking him in. he whispered to you to call him daddy and once you did, he started fucking you at such a rough pace you almost lost all of the air in your lungs. he made you beg for his cock and to let you cum. your brain was completely under his control and all you wanted was his dick and nothing else. he had the desire to fill you up with his cum and with your consent, he did so. there was nothing more satisfying than watching his thick white cum leak from your cunt that was all his.

“good, huh, baby? let’s go for round two.. yeah?”

michael kaiser:

kaiser wasn’t that surprised to hear that you were a virgin. plenty of people were and it didn’t bother him one bit that you were. he honestly thought it was kind of cute. he would be the one to take care of you when that moment came and he honestly thought about it a lot.

after the two of you hung out, you decided to make that move and tell him you were ready. kaiser was somewhat shocked but he didn’t really mind much. he prepared for that moment and he was ready to show you what he could do with himself. he made sure you knew that your body was beautiful and just as gorgeous as you were as a person. he played with your cunt, making sure you were almost dripping wet. he wanted you as prepared as possible and he was so excited to see what you would be like in bed. he wondered it often, and seeing your cunt get sticky the moment his fingers dipped under your panties was an answer for him.

once your body was prepped enough, he pushed himself inside of you and he almost came the moment he slipped inside. you were so tight and wet. your pussy hugged his cock perfectly and he almost struggled to move because of how intense the feeling was. kaiser wanted to fuck you so good, but he knew he had to be patient. it was somewhat dwindling because he just couldn’t keep himself composed around you, but he tried his best to remain that way for your sake. however, you started becoming needy, whining his name like it was a prayer. he had to let go and just let you have it.

kaiser heard this voice inside his head telling him to breed your cunt. he tried to ignore it but he just imagined how hot it would look with his cum inside your pussy. he kept asking you in your ear and when you nodded your head vigorously, he allowed himself to empty his balls inside of your cunt. your red walls were now painted white with his cum and there was a mess coming from within you. it drove him mad, and he knew he would do it again if he had the chance.

“aww, look at you, my love. all fucked out, are we?”

[rensukepie]

micheal kaiser with S, B, D?

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ rensukepie’s 100 follower special event! w/ @starsungwithamelody

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nsfw under the cut

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ S - stamina ; how long do they go for? how many rounds?

TONS. he’s a soccer player! of course he would have pretty good stamina.

though he was just a virgin when you met him, he was surprisingly good in bed! lasting around 3 whole rounds.

his thrusts getting sloppier and more needy every time.

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ B - body part ; their favorite body part on you + themselves

i feel like he likes his shoulder/arm because of his rose tattoo! he really really likes your face though, especially when it’s all teary eyed, it really gets him going! :3

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ꩜ .ᐟ D - dirty secret

i feel like he’d takes photos of you and records you sometimes while you guys are doing it! he definitely uses it to jerk off later while he’s away from you :(

[spacegyaru]

cw: michael kaiser x afab! reader. all characters are aged 21. minors, dni! sexual themes ahead! virginity loss | reader is innocent | i tried making kaiser stay in character | huge angst. part two of this

imagine michael kaiser coming back to you, his childhood friend, only to be slapped by the reality that both of you are from different worlds now.

so kaiser actually came back after four years of being gone. that time, he was one of the starters in germany's biggest teams, while you were taking some culinary classes at the local community college. your parents want you to take over that bakery one day.

the first time you saw him in person after all these years, you didn't recognize him from a far, but as he got a little bit too close, your eyes widened. it was your childhood bff, kaiser. 

unlike the grumpy and furrowed brows he always wore, he now wears a confident and smug expression. nevertheless, you were happy to see him. he looked so much happier and healthier.

you couldn't help but to exclaim "mihya!" upon seeing him. you even hugged him in joy. 

kaiser felt that your touch was so warm. he was shocked by the hug at first but after few seconds, he returned it.

"it's been a long time." you said before taking a look at his face. he just gave you a smile in response.

you two tried to talk about things that's happening in your life right now. he told you that after his arrest, he was taken as a scholar by munchen bastard. so basically, soccer saved his life. meanwhile, you told him that your parents want you to take over the bakery so you took culinary programs and short courses. 

like before, you gave him free bread— which was now made by you, not your mom, and some coffee. 

you even let him taste the new pastries that you just added in the menu. you told him that you tried making some macarons and muffins. you told him that you sell it to kids for a cheaper price so they could afford it. if you have leftovers, you just give it to them. the bakery is in the slum area, so most of them didn't come from fortunate families.

kaiser just shook his head upon hearing your story. he tells you that it's just like you. he told you that you've always been nice, just like how you were to him in the past. 

honestly... kaiser wasn't like this before. he always wore a scowl on his face. but you like the new him. it seemed that he was really a lot happier. and you were happy for him. 

kaiser admitted that he didn't want to come back to this place because it brought back a lot of unpleasant memories to him, but you were the reason why he came by. he wanted to see you.

after that, kaiser became a regular. once a week, whenever he's free, he would come. 

in cameras, kaiser seemed to be really cocky and confident but inside your family bakery, he seem to be more quiet. when it comes to you, he becomes a listener— but of course, he's still smug and confident. maybe, it's because of his accomplishments. and you can't blame him for that.

peace was in between the both of you until about four months after his visit, the paparazzis who followed him took a photo of you both. you and him were laughing at the counter together. of course, this was a big scoop for them.

so that photo spread on social media, newspapers, and even made it to the news. it was an overwhelming experience, and you felt so naked in people's eyes. 

kaiser's management told him to lie low for a while but knowing kaiser, that did not stop him. he still continued to come over. 

until one day, he happened to be there while the reporters were bombarding your bakery.

"oh, she's my girlfriend." kaiser admitted with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. this earned a :shocked face: from you 😲

after that, his management really grounded and guarded him from going outside. so he just asked his personal assistant and chauffeur to pick you up.

people in the slums swarmed around when they saw the fancy car that picked you up. when you asked why they were there, they said kaiser wants to see you. you were hesitant but you followed anyways. 

when you arrived at kaiser's luxury apartment, your eyes widened while they wandered and looked around. as a girl who grew up in slum area, this looked like disneyland to you. i mean, your house is one of the "fanciest" for slums, but this... this is FANCY. 

kaiser greeted you, wearing some sweatpants and some sweater. you just smiled at him and he asked you to sit on the couch.

he gave you a glass of wine, which you accepted— he smiled at how cute you looked when you held the wine glass with two hands. you couldn't help it because it looks like it's worth a month of sales from your bakery.

you both were catching up about things that happened that week. when things got silent after your little laughs with him, you asked him why he did that on his last visit. basically, he admitted that you're his girlfriend.

kaiser told you that he's actually already courting you by visiting you almost every time he's free. he said in a smug way that in his mind, you are his girlfriend, whether you like it or not.

you, as a naive girl, actually admitted your feelings for him ever since you guys were young. you told him how you loved how he protected you from kids in the slums and how it made you so happy that he reached success. you started crying tears of joy.

somehow, the both of you started kissing, which ended up in a heated makeout session. he even unbuttoned the blouse you were wearing and started lifting up your skirt.

your face started heating up, along with your ears, when kaiser carried you towards his bedroom. 

as both of you were making out on the bed with him on top of you, you stopped for a while and admitted that you're a virgin. 

kaiser smirked when you said that. he told you that he's gonna take care of you the rest of the night so all you have to do is lay down and let him do all the work.

his tongue was great and pleasured you real well. the way his hands gripped around your thighs while he eats you out was a new sensation for you. his fingers were in and out of your hole while eating you out.

kaiser teased your clit with the tip of his cock as he kissed you on the lips. he lubed it up with your wetness before pushing it inside.

it did hurt. you gripped his shoulder, leaving some scratches as he waited for you to adjust before he started moving. 

your first time felt heavenly, and you didn't expect it to be kaiser— the person who lived two worlds apart from you. 

the aftercare was great too. after you guys finished, he wiped you with a towel and ran a bath for you. when you told him about your white frilly skirt that got stained, he immediately asked his assistant to buy you some new skirt. you did not expect him to get some D&G skirt for you. you were hesitant to accept it, but eventually, you did because he kept insisting. 

when you guys were done, kaiser wanted to be the one to bring you home. until his secretary arrived and told him that he has to go training and attend a presscon. you swore, his secretary was glaring at you when he noticed you in the room. 

kaiser sighed and told you that his assistant and chauffeur would be the one to just take you home. he gave you a kiss before you go.

during the drive home, you were thinking deeply about this that's been happening. and you were sad that it wasn't kaiser who brought you back home. but you tried to understand. he's a huge star now.

it even hurt more when he never contacted or called you after that. 

you thought you'd be different from other girls who he admitted to have dated, but you realized, you were just some girl to be discarded. you didn't just lose someone. he was your best friend, your protector. 

you were even more bitter when weeks later, you saw him on the news. kaiser was going to be in france for a year to have some strict football training. when the media asked about you, he avoided the question. 

it left a sour feeling in your mouth. both of you really lived two worlds apart.

more parts??? idk convince me guys hahaha this wasnt proofread btw

edited: PART 3

[dolliestfairy]

𔓘 Tw : Yandere, Dark Content, Spiritual Relationship, Jealousy, the word 'Rot' Mentioned, unholy thoughts, Virginity-take, Dubcon, Marriage, Unwanted pregnancy at the end (?) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics with no Skintone of Reader mentioned.

Do not cross any further Boundaries if this isnt your cup of tea. Dont like it? just block.

thinking abt yandere spirit who are in love with chubby!soft!witch!reader.

Yandere spirit who spending his after-death life with regret because he really blame himself for not meeting you early enough to fuck your fat pussy.

Yandere spirit who is sooo eager to fuck you, seeing you go around with your tight dress that almost made your asscheeks and boobs go explode expose.

Yandere spirit who ask you to do something with him just so he can touch you like a human does.

Yandere spirit who is soo jealous when other people start to touching you without your constent at all. guess someone is going to get hunted this night huh?

Yandere spirit who likes to touch your thights when you were sleeping. putting his hands into your thights while rubbing it softly. as he drown himself in with thoughts of how your soft body texture would feel around his hands.

Yandere spirit who wished you to be dead sooner with him just so you can be together with him forever. seeing other people trying to get into you closer making him gawk.

Yandere spirit who soon enough -- declares a Marriage between you and him in a Village of Spirit or what-so-ever.

Yandere spirit who swears on his life and after-dead life that he would always be there for you even when his flesh was rotting. well i mean.. his flesh was rotting only for you too.

Yandere spirit who cant even explain with words how happy he was when his fingers start to opened up your fatty pussy, as his heads start to move forward to it while his tongue is out -- ready to eat his after-dead meal.

and after all of that dead dreams of his, we finally met to the end; he claimed all of your maidenhood. all of it, all the things you dont know about -- to all the things about sex that was quite popular in the time where he was once lived. where he was once have a dream to try it out, but sadly enough the reaper was fast enough to grab his lifefull soul. and now, its his turn -- as he grab all your maidenhoods that night. and at the early morning, where a blessing from a devils arrived. where you would find the shock of the news that you are carrying his baby just at that moment. yes, your baby. you and his baby. the dead 's baby.

NANAMI, KAISER, Itoshi Brothers, Itto, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE, Shibura, SEMI EITA, jiraiya, Sugawara, Tsukishima Kei, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, Itachi, CHOSO, Megumi, Gojo, MADARA, Hashirama, DEIDARA, Sasori, Al-Haitam, ZHONGLI, CHILDE, Kaeya, QIN SHI HUANG, Poseidon, OBITO, Kakashi, ALEC, Jack The Ripper, DOUMA, ENMU, Akaza, Muzan, SAKAMAKI AYATO, SAKAMAKI LAITO, Mukami Kou, Sakamaki Reiji, Oikawa, & SHIGARAKI.

[perrywrites]

Asking “Can you… Can you hold my hand?” during your first time together, part 2;

NSFW

Part 1 (Isagi, Hiori, Bachira) and part 3 (Reo, Chigiri, Nagi) and part 4 (Rin, Sae, Kunigami) and part 5 (Otoya, Oliver, Yukimiya) and part 6 (Kaiser, Ness, Kiyora)

Includes; Barou, Shidou, Karasu

Barou: ever so stringent with his principles, he makes you come on his fingers first, gaze dark and hungry as he looks on at your expressions twisting and body writhing in ecstasy. Rough hands grabby and kisses so overpowering you can only whimper and accept his domination, just the way he likes it. That’s how you’re supposed to be, submissive and pliant, all weak whimpers and powerless for him, and just him. He can barely restrain himself, grip tense and firm on your hips as he positions himself. He has prepared you enough, right? He can take what he wants now, right? He’ll stop if you say no. He will, he really will, even if his cock is painful, angry-looking, like it’s about to burst. He will stop, but God knows, he really doesn’t want you to say no right now. You don’t say no, but you do make a request that makes a growl come out from the back of his throat. You’re so powerless beneath him, helpless, eyes large and watery, he has to be careful with you, he remembers, his hand awkwardly reaching out to yours to give you the intimacy you yearn for. Gently, far too gently, like you’re already his wedded wife, he presses a chaste kiss on your forehead. You’re his woman after all, if he can’t even satisfy you and take care of you, he’s a failure as a partner. He pulls away from your forehead, and asks you yet again if you’re ready. He asks, holding back the urges telling him to just rail you and make you cry on his cock. That’ll come, and it’ll come later, once he’s taken your virginity, once you’re begging for his cock, begging for him to fuck you like he wants to fuck you. You’re his woman after all, there’s no way you won’t be begging for more once he’s done with you.

Shidou: you’re finally letting him do this with you, have you like this, weak and vulnerable under his touch. He’s greedy and unrelenting with the way he keeps on kissing you, wet and hot - he wants to mess you up so bad, fuck. Yeah, make sure his name is the only thing on your mind, hm? His hands grope, his touch hungry and insatiable. Come on, don’t try and hide those pretty sounds, he knows you’re a naughty girl, huh? Shit, maybe even naughtier than him - that flushed expression of yours, eyes squeezed tightly as your lips quiver, so lewd. So fucking lewd. Can you make an ever dirtier expression? He bets he can make you make an even lewder face, have you moan and cry out like his own personal cockslut as he pounds into you. He wants to watch your eyes roll back, head tilted back as you arch your back, his name your every prayer. It’s so romantic that you’re letting him corrupt you like this, letting him see all those erotic expressions as you unravel under his touch and mouth - yet somehow you manage to draw him in even closer. You want him to hold your hand? Was it not enough to ensnare him like a siren? Fuck, yeah, he’ll hold your hand, he’ll fuck you and keep holding onto your hand. He intertwines his hand with yours and then hikes up one of your legs over his shoulder. Love is so sweet, huh? He grins, manic; it’s going to be a long night. Hold on tight, because he’s not letting you go until your used body has satiated his hunger for you. He wants you to see you depraved and out of it, fucked dumb, a view only for him and no other man. You can give it to him, right? Well, he’s taking it either way. He loves you after all, even if it’s a little sick.

Karasu: he has you beneath him, exactly right where he wants. His touch is unrelenting, persistent, greedy - impatient to hear more of those sweet whimpers that are going straight down to his cock. Fuck, that voice, how do you sound so erotic yet sweet? He needs to make you cry on his cock, bet you’d sound even sweeter then, choking out his name and crying out in that broken voice of yours, face and body all flushed because of his ministrations. Oh, it’ll probably be even better than his imagination. He bites down on his bottom lip to suppress a low groan, panting slightly before he continues teasing you, his voice raspy and low, “Oh? Does it feel that good…? Come on, don’t fall apart yet, we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet, eh?” His hand drags down your sides and squeezes perversely the flesh of your thigh, enjoying the way you jump and the surprised mewl that spills from your bruised lips. Honestly, as much as he wants to drag this out, watch the tears pooling on your lash line spill down throughout the night as the moon ages, make you dumb and babbling before he takes you on his cock, you’re sounding too good. Way too good. He can’t wait any longer. He might just bust untouched at this rate. And that’s no good, right? So he has you spreading your legs for him then, encouraging you with naughty whispers that have you whimpering, and then he pauses as you mumble a shaky sentence. And then he chuckles, pulling himself up and away from the side of your face as he smirks down at you. You’re blushing, shaking, all shy, eyes misty and dazed, and oh god, he can’t take it anymore. He reaches out to your hand, firmly grabbing it and holding it down as he presses a surprisingly delicate kiss at your lips. Don’t be mistaken, though, that kiss might just be the last gentle thing of the night. He wanted to be gentle for your first time since you’re trusting him with it, but since you’ve said something so cute, riled him up so much, you can handle it if he completely ruins you on his cock, right? I mean, you’re his now. Don’t complain too much - or maybe you should do it. If you keep on babbling in that shaky whimpery voice of yours, he can promise you that you’re not going to be leaving that bed until the morning - if you can walk, that is.

[verysium]

PLEASE DO BLUE LOCK ICKS IM BEGGING🙏😭🌹

😏 coming right up anon. gonna channel my inner critic and not hold back on any of these.

RIN

brother complex. not much else to say except that he needs to get a life. not everything is about metaphorically crushing your older brother's dreams and brooding in the dark hate of retribution.

competitive but only because he is a desperate whore for external validation. ignores everyone but craves the attention of a sole person named sae itoshi. was defeated by isagi once and has never let go of it since. has a one-track mind that is impossible to derail. stubborn when he wants to be.

probably a virgin and will continue to be one until his late 30s.

has not known a single day of peace ever since sae ditched him for the popular girlies. as a result, he has developed a very concerning case of social awkwardness. his idea of a conversation involves a brick wall and thirty minutes of you staring at his resting bitch face. constantly looks like that one grumpy cat meme. judges you for your poor decisions but then gets aggressively defensive when you point out his own mistakes.

reeks of so much teen angst that even metallica can't save him. the problem is that he has nothing to back up his emo persona. his insults lack creativity and, unfortunately for him, phrases like "lukewarm" and "half-baked" and "hell" do not make his words carry more weight. uses the f-word but in the most embarrassing context that it makes you facepalm and internally cringe.

SAE

zero social awareness. this boy's head is empty. the lights are not on up there. there are no picture frames or furniture. the curtains are drawn, and there is not a sliver of clouds or sunshine. cannot read body language and does not know what a filter is.

the source of all of rin's stress. he is the original trauma projector, creator of generational cycles. not even subtle about it. "turns out i was wrong. i thought japan was incapable of ever giving birth to decent forwards." sir....with the way you worded that, you knew exactly what you were doing when you gave rin false hope.

swears but it's even worse than his brother. literally called his elders a "fatso and bob cut duo" and "insect turd." i mean....there is a line between what is considered a legitimate burn and what is a first grader making up insults in his coloring book.

has a horrible haircut and no fashion taste. i already talked about this previously, but it was so bad it deserved a second mention.

a freak but tries to justify it rationally. like what do you mean you can tell a person's athletic ability from their buttock size? just admit you have a kinky fetish already.

somewhat of a coward but i'm gonna give him some leniency due to his tragic child genius backstory. tbh he's just an eighteen-year-old boy who needs a goddamn break.

KAISER

alexa please play clown music. this man sets himself for failure and then wallows in self-pity when he actually fails. like what did you expect? you knew what was going to happen the moment you challenged isagi like that. it was most definitely your fault you got violently humbled.

has a borderline god complex (currently calls himself an emperor but has not evolved into a deity yet.) unfortunately, he does not stand on business. cue the dramatic meltdowns when he realizes there is an actual gap between his ability and his reputation. if you're going to lie, at least make it believable.

insecure and mentally unstable. he probably cuts and re-dyes his hair every single time shit happens. no wonder his locks get shorter every time.

lazy when it comes to anything that is not football and expects others to do it for him. demands princess treatment wherever he goes. unfortunately, not all of us have servants with no self-respect like ness.

"it is not enough that i should succeed, others should fail" type of person.

does not wear shoes and even if he does, it's sandals. put them grippers away.

NAGI

a literal sloth who has so much potential but uses none of it. has no intrinsic motivation of his own, so if he's going to do anything, it has to be you behind the wheel, making sure he gets put to work.

does not have a close relationship with his parents, and so he has no sense of community, holidays, or traditions. no fun at all if you want him to do things like christmas shopping or birthday celebrations.

rots in bed all day and then has to nerve to ask you to carry him around. your back better be strong because his 190 cm body is not going to be light.

not loyal (need i say more.)

REO

second male lead syndrome. also known as that one popular guy who's always picked last.

acts like a victim but then when you realistically tell him to how to change his situation he refuses to do so. you cannot ask for advice and then take none of it to heart. no wonder you're still not over your ex.

"i can fix him" mentality. no, you can't. you are a seventeen-year-old child, not a licensed therapist and nagi isn't even all that.

NESS

touch-starved to the point he will stay in a toxic and abusive relationship in order to gain some scrap of affection. just because you were the black sheep of your family does not mean you can lose all sense of personal dignity.

probably stalks all the people he hates. has a burn book like regina george from mean girls. cuts out and glues little pictures of kaiser all over his bedroom. doodles hearts all over it with glittery gel pen. isagi's face and name are scratched out of every team photo.

delusional and prone to mood swings. medicated but at this point, he is beyond saving.

ISAGI

a home wrecker. has ruined more relationships than he can count on ten fingers yet still manages to smile like he's some angelic saint.

solves jigsaw puzzles for a living (not very cool if you ask me.)

has some unresolved anger management issues. probably repressed all his negative feelings when he was younger, so it all comes out when he's on the field. unfortunately, his twilight-sparkle-friendship-is-magic agenda is not going to work if he keeps cussing out his teammates like that. but then again, he is the main character, so i guess his plot armor makes up for his pitfalls.

says that he's a good guy but then holds personal vendettas against rivals he doesn't like. boy was so ready to throw hands when #kaisagi was trending on the internet. but when you actually think about, he's similar to kaiser in more ways than he'd like to admit.

BAROU

has the worst case of high and mighty "holier-than-thou" attitude. isagi put his ego in check, but it still peeks out from time to time.

he was the ugliest baby when he was born. i am not going to hold back on the child barou slander because it is true. no, he was not a cute and lovable bundle of joy. he looked like a demonic gremlin.

he needs to take more risks in life and try cross-dressing. simply imagining him in a maid uniform will not suffice. it needs to be made into a reality.

with how nit-picky he is, i doubt people can realistically stay within a 1-meter radius around him. unless you are a clean freak yourself, his constant complaints will start to get annoying after a time. even if he does have good intentions, he needs to let people have a little breathing room sometimes. a messy room is not going to kill you.

BACHIRA

this boy's brain is smooth. no folds. no gray matter. no intelligence either. his pencil and eraser have been left untouched since day one. if he wasn't crazily good at football, he would be unemployed and homeless in the future. not even a mcdonald's wants him.

one of those people who will do the literal opposite of whatever you say. you want him to stop talking? well, now he's never going to shut up. you tell him not to step on a pile of dog shit? well, now he's going to walk right into it. you want him to quit running around and act normal? well, now it's his life's mission to make you as annoyed as possible. please pray for your hair follicles because at the end of the day, you're not going to have many left with how much he makes you want to tear your hair out.

has the cerebral capacity of a toddler. if he thinks monsters are real, he's going to think anything is real. super gullible when it comes to any form of scam, ploy, or trickery. the only way he would not be fooled is if he's also played the same prank before.

SHIDOU

a brazen pervert. says the most out-of-pocket things and refuses to apologize for them. sometimes it comes out a little too sleazy for your liking.

"to me a goal is fertilization! a shot is the seed and the goal is the egg!! and the birth of that joy i call an explosion!! my genes are gonna knock you up!" let us give ourselves a moment of silence to digest this quote. only shidou ryusei would come up with a sperm and egg metaphor to describe football. (i guess protection means nothing to him.)

has no empathy. if you dislike him or cannot keep up with him, you're a literal nobody in his books. no sportsmanship. no compassion. no self-awareness.

you cannot say "balls" to him in a serious tone without him misinterpreting it as something dirty. that alone should tell you enough. stay the hell away from him.

where do men get the audacity? right here. from this little bastard. he invented the term "shameless slut." boy was getting off during the u-20 arc and on live TV too. no wonder sae said he was disgusting.

and finally, he comes from a long line of cockroaches. he's even got the antennae to prove it.

i think this might have been a little excessive, but i have no regrets about it. you're welcome anon ♡

[hyomaluvr]

Michael Kaiser - NSFW Alphabet

cw // reader is afab, objectification, s&m, degradation, not proof read, sorry for any odd formatting :(

Aftercare: Kaiser can take care of the things he thinks are worth it. Fortunately, you’ve become one of those things! He really loves playing with you, but he knows to clean up his mess. He’ll sit you in his lap and wash you himself, right down to your skin care routine. It’s insufferable to think about the inevitable Kaiser debt this will put you in, but you can’t help relaxing against his chest.

Body parts: His favorite part of himself? What’s not to love? He can’t decide! (It’s his adonis’ belt) As for you, anywhere he can grab that will humiliate you in public. It’s a fun way to keep you in check, and if he can squeeze it he will 90% of the time he’s with you.

Cum: Please, you’re just a mural to him. It’s lovely when he gets to have his way with you like this, his fingers tracing over the indents of your hips and tugging at your nipples. The highlight is of course the cum messily splayed over your womb and your cute, whiny face dripping with a mixture of his seed and your sweet tears. Loves cream pies just to look at. Kaiser isn’t going to eat his own cum but he sure as hell will take anything at all you give him like a complete animal.

Dirty Secret: One time when he was beating to you alone he got way more into it than he ever thought he could. Messy tied hair, foggy glasses, and his fist wrapped around his cock, he was completely tunnel visioned in on this stupid fantasy wracking his brain. It was so easy to picture what his fist could be instead of what it was, and it was irritating. He shouldn’t want you this much, it's so absurd, but there are breathy, weak moans parting his lips, and he feels like he’s going to combust. It’s not about chasing his orgasm, he just wants to feel your warmth around him. The thing that makes this something he’ll never tell? When he came ropes onto his abs and lower pecs, there were tears in his eyes, the same kind that he cruelly liked to observe from you whenever he had you and your highs wrapped around his finger. Not to mention that Ness would’ve come rushing in at the sound of his high pitched, sweet cries if the door wasn’t locked. He can’t ever let anyone know that you gave him damn near mind break despite being nowhere near him.

Experience: He’s the kind of piece of shit that sleeps with a girl from each country he visits. It’s funny because if he pushes you against a wall and tries to flirt with you he’s totally confident, but if you flirt back or challenge his dominance in any way he keeps accidentally fumbling over his words. Why does he have to feel like the biggest virgin ever around you when he has a tenfold of your experience? At least he’s really damn good at what he does to you.

Favorite position: Riding. Shit, he loves when you’re on top of him, he can see everything bouncing just how he likes it and best of all, you can’t hide a thing from him. Even underneath you, he knows what to do to best make you feel good. Best of all? He gets to dig his nails into your thighs and leave pretty marks alongside all of the deep purple hickeys on your skin.

Goofy: If the mood calls for it, sure. Especially when he’s making you ride his thigh, looking at you with this shit-eating grin, mocking your moans and whimpers. Sometimes though, every once in a blue moon, all traces of jokingness are absent from his eyes, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. It’s pretty intimidating when you’re fully naked underneath a fully clothed Kaiser who’s just staring down at you. “Mein liebling” falls from his lips as his hands roam your body. He doesn’t want you to think too hard about this, doesn’t want you to consider how he feels. He prays that you won’t ask questions and just let him love you silently. Just this once, he tells himself, just this once he’ll make love to you and take down his walls.

Hair: Messy, but well kept. Almost dyed his pubes blue for a bet but he ran out of bleach before he could try. Kinda likes seeing your face pressed into his curls when he’s face fucking into you.

Intimacy: Sex with Kaiser, unless he’s in his feelings as mentioned before, is pretty much always some lower level of intimate. Don’t feel insecure though, because he’s never really been intimate with anyone before, not really, so you’re privileged and you should be grateful he spoils you. It’s very easy for Kaiser to get a lot of pent up stress, frustration, and anxiety from his surroundings, so when he can drill his hips into you, he can’t help but feel some gratitude— even he’s not that much of an ass. You’re his first real love, so that has to count for something in his head. Head pets, deep kisses, giving oral, all of these things are helpful for him to articulate his real feelings for you.

Jack off: He jerks it often. Every time he has a relaxation period, he’ll get out lotion and incense, lean back and pump his cock slowly. It’s a routine for him, and at this point he knows to a tee how exactly to make himself feel good. This latter point is a problem when you can hear him in the bathroom, stroking it just like he knows you want to while letting out those lewd grunts and curse words. That’s the worst part— he refuses to say your name when he touches himself around you, and he plays totally innocent when he comes out. He’ll even put you over his knee and spank you if you push him on it. “Fucking whore can’t even get my dick off your nasty mind for a goddamn second. You shouldn’t tell lies, right? So don’t fucking say I was jerking to you. Count to ten. Or can you not even do that?” All the while both of you are keenly aware of the fact that he just blew his load seconds ago to the image of your ahegaoing face. He just likes to play with you like this.

Kinks: Humiliation, degradation, s&m, being called master/daddy, receiving anything that leaves a mark (scratches on his back, hickies, bite marks, etc.), dacryphilia, slight exhibition, face fucking, brat taming, objectification, edging, overstimulation…the list goes on, these are just some basic ones.

Location: He won’t fuck you anywhere anyone else would see you. Unfortunately he’s way too possessive and obsessed to get up to his old antics of not giving a shit about his partner in sex. However, he’ll let people hear how he’s defiling you, in fact he wants it. You’re his, and he’d love to give passerbys a taste of his life of luxury.

Motivation: If Kaiser wants to have sex with you, he’s going to make that as clear as possible. If the thought of having sex with you so much as pops into his head, that’s all the motivation he needs. Still, if you wear his clothes, send him even a non sexual picture that he thinks is cute, show off your butt a little too much, any of it, he’s going to find something to tease his cute partner about until he’s giving you orgasm after orgasm.

No: You’re not getting a threesome from him. Mention someone on the blue lock team even as a joke and he deadpans. Kaiser might be a handful to say the least, but he’s faithful and he will consistently make clear to you that now that you’ve tamed the beast in him, it’s your responsibility.

Oral: Prefers receiving. Bonus points if you give extra oral attention to his balls. He’s mean, he’ll push your head as both punishment and encouragement. Still, you cumming on his tongue is a frequent occurrence too. Since he’s so possessive over you, it’s only fair that he shows you that he’s all you need. At the end of the day, you’re a lot more in control than you think.

Pace: It varies, surprisingly. Kaiser used to be pretty careless about his pace, selfishly fucking into someone as fast and hard as possible, but lately he’s grown accustomed to slowing it down. Oh, you thought it was because of something cute like his love for you? Don’t make him fucking sick (although that’s not really wrong…), he just likes to watch you ache for his length. Nothing is more validating than how he can make you beg and crumble for him with just the pace of his thrusts.

Quickie: Only in public or if it’s in the early morning. If he has time for you then he’s giving it to you for as long as it takes until you’re both satisfied.

Risk: Again, he’s not risking anyone seeing you. He will risk people hearing you, realizing you’re actively having sex or just finished, and getting caught making out with you or groping you.

Stamina: You think stamina is an issue for someone who quite literally ranked S class for that exact category? You’re in for a rude awakening because he’s going to use up your holes until you’re satisfied. Come on, let him get a picture of you sticking up your butt and showing off your cute little cream pie with those handprints and hickies all over your ass. Be a good pet for master.

Toys: He’ll buy you whatever you want, really anything at all. Vibrators to nipple clamps to anal beads, it’s all fun and games to him. How fast does this vibrator go? Can’t you keep this plug in for him until he gets back from practice? He’s going to try putting the dildo in your ass while he fucks your other hole with his cock, okay? Kaiser is a damn mess when it comes to new ways of ruining you.

Unfair: Kaiser is straight up evil. He’s not really a patient man, but he is petty, and if he makes a rule and you break it, you’re getting punished. Or worse, he’ll stop touching you altogether and leave if that’s his ultimatum. He does this all so when he finally does give you what you want, you’re crying his name, thanking him for his mean behavior, and gratefully taking what he’ll give you. It’s just so, so cute how he can break you even from being so cruel.

Volume: He’s pretty good at keeping a handle on his volume usually. If he’s taken off guard, super fucked out, or you’ve put him into a position of submission he can’t help being so loud. Otherwise, you’re getting animalistic grunts, moans into your ear, and hisses of curse words.

Wild card: He’ll often tell you to “take responsibility” while avoiding eye contact to hide the slight redness on his face. Please give him what he wants, if he has to beg that would humiliate him to his core, and outright ordering you to do it isn’t fun. It’s hard for Kaiser to relinquish the reins to you, but that elusive second you see him completely let go it’s all worth it. It’s a new level of vulnerability— it’s not like he’s submitting to you, but he’s giving you the uncharacteristic view of him gripping the sheets, tongue flicked out of his mouth as his chest heaves up and down. Tell anyone about it and he’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days as a punishment though.

X-Ray: 7 inches, curved to the left, nice and thick, circumcised. He’s got a real pretty cock and it slaps his stomach nicely every time he pulls his pants down when he’s hard.

Yearning: Kaiser thought lust and love were pathetic. You should always be able to keep your monkey-brained emotions in check and not be such a fucking cuck. That’s why it makes him feel dizzy with irritation the way he wants you, the way he dreams about you, the way he keeps getting these stupid accidental boners— he can’t keep himself together at first. As time goes on he’s gotten more used to accepting and dealing with his feelings for you, but he can never deal with how bad he wants you when it gets bad. If he can get you, he’ll have you. He HAS to have you.

Zzz: Kaiser stays awake for at least 20 minutes after you feel asleep. He uses the quiet to gaze over your sleeping form and reflect. If he can get a little time off practice in the morning he should take you to a bakery and let you pick something out. Oh, but if you sleep in, then maybe he should just go himself and pick out your favorite for you. A new stuffed animal might make you happy too…Kaiser’s mind is filled with these stupid tooth rotting thoughts when he’s next to his utterly spent, peaceful lover. He hates it, but he loves you.

[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.”

[bllk-after-dark]

ARCHANGEL.

an angel of greater than ordinary rank.

pairing. michael kaiser x fem!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, heavy christian mythology/theology, sex on sacred ground (church), kaiser is the archangel michael, reader is an altar server, sex on altar, loss of virginity, fingering, missionary & doggy style, not proofread/edited

summary. you've been serving in the st. michael church for many years, a simple duty in your life and yet you pray to him, the patron of the church you serve. and one day, heavenly flesh made mortal, he stands in front of you and asks for a serving.

word count. 3.9k

fallen angel. masterlist

Altar serving was something you do every sunday. Not because you loved it, that has passed a long time ago, when you were still a kid in awe, but because it was a duty and at this point, part of your routine. It was part of your life, born into a christian family that went to church every sunday. Your father has been an altar server too, long before they allowed girls to serve, and now your younger siblings were too. It was tradition, and tradition was not meant to be broken. 

You were one of the eldest in the group, guiding the younger ones through their service, whispering their tasks during the mass. Having almost ten years of altar serving under your belt, you were not only allowed to help prepare and teach the new generation, but also assist the acolyte every sunday.

And while you may not love altar serving, it still brought you peace being here, in the church that has been named after the Archangel Michael. Saint Michael Church, a relatively big one for the small number of people in your commune. An old one too, with the ceilings filled with paintings with angels, but especially Archangel Michael. In fact, this church was the only one with paintings of angels who had other wing colors than white in your country.

This attracted some tourists, but the church was never overrun. It was a shame, then you often let your gaze wander during your servings, with your back straight and hands on your lap, taking in the Archangel Michael with his flaming sword, long blonde hair that takes the color of the sky at the tips and the feathers of his wings ruffled, blood and dirt sprinkled across them, but it could never hide the true beauty of his wings. Even the statues had wings that span at least two meters, and their tips, just like his hair, dipped in blue. Here and there was a golden feather found, as if someone had dripped molten gold on the wings. 

Yes, the art in the church you served was unusual but truly beautiful. You may not believe in the Holy Father, not like your parents did, but you did find peace here. Maybe it was the sheer presence the angel radiated in his own church, maybe it was because you had so many memories here, practically grown up with him gazing down at you, but you liked it here. 

You may no longer love the altar serving like you did as a child, but you still loved to stand here on holy ground, where only the priest and other servers were allowed, so near to the altar, so near to him. It made you feel special, maybe just for an hour, where you stood in a white robe, bringing bread and wine before the Archangel Michael. One of the statues was on the altar, taking more than half of the sacred table, leaving just enough space for the bible and the communion to be placed. It was a true artwork, just like all the other statues and paintings in the church, but the artist paid special attention to this one.

It was unknown why it stood here, when normally only a holy cross would be placed, but the statue has always been here and no one dared to change its place. You didn’t mind, because most sundays you could take in every detail of the artwork, sitting near to the altar. 

And like many sundays in the past and possibly in the future, you’re the one helping cleaning up. Blowing out the candles, collecting the left behind songbooks and of course cleaning up after your fellow altar servers. 

Yet unlike other sundays, you’re alone. The acolyte had to leave early, very apologetic but still asking you to finish everything up. You couldn’t deny her request, fully knowing how stressful her private life was with her family. And so you start doing all the task, a bit slower than usual now that you’re alone. 

Cleaning up and tidying the altar is the last thing on your list and then you could finally go home. You watch your steps, carrying the bucket with wine first, then followed by all the other things you had to lock in the safe, since they’re made out of gold. In the end, you would put a big white clothing over the statue, preventing the light and dust from damaging the artwork. But you aren’t that far yet, still carrying bowls until the communion cup is left. 

A gasp left your lips and the cup fell out of your hands, the sound of its impact on the marble floor ringing in your ears. Wings ruffled, feathers shifted and suddenly he looked at you. The statue made flesh. Archangel Michael. 

He was kneeling on the altar, a white robe clinging on his frame, no sword or armor in sight, while his wings started to unfold themselves. So pretty, you could only think. The occasional golden feather almost glowing in the candle light, silver ones shimmering, white feathers almost blinding you but it was the blue ones that held your focus. 

A chuckle ripped you out of the trance you were, enchanted by the beauty of the wings- real wings. He was grinning at you, eyes lit up in delight and a grin spreading on his lips. 

“Little mortal, I see you’re serving on Holy Grounds named after mine,” he says, voice oh so angelic but also raspy, as if a mere whisper. But he speaks so clearly, his words ringing in your ears and you blink, shake your head, trying to get rid of- what is happening? 

“I- I am… your Holiness,” you try. You don’t know how to address him, no one has ever told you how to address an angel. But he just shakes his head, another chuckle escaping his mouth and slips off the altar. He’s barefoot, you realize and he strides over to you, the end of his wings dragging over the floor. They seem heavy, you realize and as if he heard your thoughts (maybe he did, he is an angel after all, can they read the minds of mortals-) his right wing stretches first and the left one soon follows, and so you end up staring at the pair of wings, looming over you and showing hints of the true might Archangel Michael owns. 

“You have no need for this, my devotee,” and your heart skips a few beats, eyes going wide when he calls you his devotee. Never have you thought of yourself as one, but now he utters those words, how can you deny it? 

“I wish for you to call me Michael, it is my given name after all.” You can only nod and he seems satisfied by that. He stops a few steps in front of you, so near but so far away. Your brain tries to progress the situation, try to understand what your eyes see, but it’s your body that reacts in the end. 

You sink on your knees, hands clasped in front of your chest and you bow your head. 

“I am not worthy,” you murmur, because you aren’t. You do not believe in god, you do not pray to him, all your prayers, if you ever pray, go to him, to the Archangel Michael. “I am not worthy to see you, your- Michael. I am not worthy to be in your presence, I am-” The words stop and you press your eyes shut. A hand on your cheek makes you snap them open again, not being able to stop the gasp that leaves your mouth. 

“Oh, but you are, little devotee of mine. You who are the only one who truly serves me, ever since she was a young girl. You are the most worthy of all.” He kneels in front of you, and still, he towers over your frame, his wings frozen in movement. At this moment, he looks so angelic and sinful at the same time. You shudder at your thoughts, suddenly infesting your mind, spreading and creating pictures in front of your eyes. 

The ruffle of feathers makes you snap out of those filthy thoughts, eyes going wide when he pulls you closer, practically lifting you up. You’re frozen in his arms and can only watch in silence how his wings curl around the both of you. 

“There is also no need for you to kneel,” he rasps right next to your ear and you shudder, suddenly aware of your hands placed on his half-nacked chest. “A follower so loyal… is allowed to stand in my presence.” But before you can answer him, before you can ask him all the questions you have, he sneaks his arm around your waist and pulls you even closer. A sudden gasp escapes your lips once more and you tremble in his arms, when he suddenly lets his hands wander to your neck. 

“A follower so beautiful… little one, will you do me one more service?” He asks this as if you have the choice to refuse him. So you nod, thinking he will ask you to bring bread and wine, or to proclaim your belief in him. 

But then he tilts your chin up and you stare at his beautiful blue eyes, enhanced by his long lashes and eyeliner. Who would’ve thought angels have eyeliner, you think hysterically, yet your thoughts go silent, when he presses his lips against yours. You don’t react, your whole body frozen as the angel continues to kiss you. And then the arm around your waist pulls you even closer, bodies pressed against each other and his wings curling tighter against the two of you. 

Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean onto him, your arms circling around his neck. Your fingers brush over feathers and he moans against your lips, so sweet and sinful. And then- and then you finally return his desperate kiss, his tongue sneaking into your mouth, and you lose yourself. The simple soft kiss turns into something filthy, with your panting and his soft noises and oh what noises he makes. Small gasps, choked moans, all because he’s kissing you. You, nothing more but an altar server, nothing more than a mortal. Leaning closer, you let your lips move against his, inexperienced but it doesn’t matter. Not when he lowly groans or when you pant against his lips, trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe it. A man kissing and touching you, for the first time in your life-

“Allow me, devotee of mine. Allow me to see your naked skin, allow me to taste your flesh, allow me to feel your love,” he rasps, close to begging, eyes oh so pleading and you can’t deny him. You would never deny him and if it’s his wish to see, to taste and feel you, then you will strip naked, spread your legs and love him with all your heart and soul. 

“Michael,” you whisper, close to his lips and press yourself closer to him. “Michael, take and use me to your wishes, and my heart will listen. I will love you, with mind, heart and soul, and only you.” His pupils are blown wide when you whisper your oath, binding your whole life and soul to him. You don’t even realize what you’ve done, but he does. He feels it, down to his core, the oath you gave to him, on his sacred ground. It makes his essence soar, his wings flutter and his cock harden. 

A squeak escapes your lips, when he lifts you up, marching over to the altar and lays you down, all while he drapes his body over you, wings unfolded and feathers gleaming in the candle light. His breath fans over your face and your eyes widen, when he slowly crawls on the holy table. 

“Michael, shouldn’t we-,” you try to ask him, mind no longer clouded by his kisses but he just slams his lips on yours again and you forget your protests. Throwing your arms around him, your hands start to wander, hesitant at first to touch his bare skin. He grinds his hips against yours in response and he finally lets you breathe. Only now do you realize that he’s propping himself up on his arms, when he starts touching you with one hand as well. You shiver when he touches you below your shirt, riding up the fabric while he continues to ravish you. Moans leave your lips and you lift your legs to wrap them around his waist, trying to keep him close. 

Canting your hips up, you grind onto him but it’s not enough. A whine escapes your lips, you want him closer, you want to touch all of him, you want him in you. 

“Normally I am someone who is patient, but for you,” Michael starts to speak, voice raspy next to your neck, where he has pressed kisses and bites on your sensitive skin. “I want to take you, here on this holy table, here in my church and I will.” He rips your shirt off first, fabric flying off without resistance and you gulp at his casual show of strength. His eyes fixate on your simple bra, hiding your tits from him. 

Michael looks feral to you, wings shifting every second, pupils blown wide but completely focused on you and your body below him. He doesn’t hesitate and rips off your bra, completely ignoring the fact he could simply open it and latches immediately on your right tit, sucking on your nipples and gently pulling on the other. 

You gasp and moan at the new sensations, skin feverish and hot, while you bury a hand in his blond locks. He bites you and you tug his hair, making him groan while you beg for more. It’s new, it’s different, it’s filthy and dangerous, lying on the altar of the church you serve in, half naked while the Archangel Michael leaves his marks on your skin. 

If anyone could see you right now… you and your whole family would lose face in the community. Even more than that. But you didn’t care, only caring about Michael’s hands and lips on your body, feeling him and his body and- 

He suddenly kneels up, your own legs still between his, over you and shrugs off his white robe, revealing his whole form to you. Your eyes widen and you blush when he takes his cock in his hand without shame, slowly stroking it and watching you with half lidded eyes. His wings are once again spread and they flutter, when you sit up and place your hands on his thighs all while claiming his lips. Curiously, you start kneading his muscles, letting your hands wander until you can finally pull him closer. But he has other plans for you, sneaking his own hands to your waist and lifting you up, only to turn and seat you on his lap. He vanishes your last clothes as well, leaving you naked against him. 

A pant leaves your mouth when he stretches his body over yours again, rutting his hips against yours, his cock against your pussy, making you gasp when he spreads your wetness and even touches your clit. 

“Oh lord,” he groans close to your neck, lips ghosting over your skin once again and you feel so overwhelmed, overwhelmed with his presence, his touch- 

“Michael,” you moan, a desperate sob bubbling out when his cock continues to rub against your pussy and not in you. “Please,” you start to beg. “Please, take me- Michael, have me, I’m ready, please-” and you are. Ready and open for him, your untouched and virgin body ready to have him but he just doesn’t take you. Tears spill in your eyes, frustration filling your mind and your body, but he just slowly continues to caress your body, hands wandering until his fingers dip into your pussy. 

You cling onto him, nails ranking down his body, and you beg. You beg and plead, but he ignores you, humming when his fingers finally enter your pussy and start massaging your warm walls. It’s not really new to you, you’ve touched yourself several times, always in the darkness of your room, but it never brought you to an orgasm. 

Yet Michael’s fingers make your cunt tingle, your thighs shake when his movements become faster and your moans louder. And when his thumb presses on your clit, you shriek, and start rutting against his hand. “More,” you pant, cheeks flushed and your legs spreading even more, so close-

He claims your lips, mouth parting and tongues dancing, while he presses another finger into you. With a gasp you remove your lips from his, eyes closing in ecstasy and head falling back. Another press of his thumb and a bite into your neck has you shrieking again, cumming for the first time in your life, on the fingers of Michael. 

“What a darling you are,” he grumbles lowly, licking your reddened juices from his fingers while you try to blink the stars in your sight away. You whine his name, when he doesn’t touch you again and only stares at you. “You’re such a pretty creature, all for me and for me only.” He leans closer, his mouth almost kissing yours but only brushing against it. 

“To think I was the first to ever touch you like this… oh, little devotee of mine, you’ve pleased me so well and you don’t even know it.” His words make you whimper, or maybe even his teasing lips that don’t kiss you. In the end he does, making you taste yourself and you can’t help but moan. 

“Can you please- please, in me?” you try to ask, suddenly shy in actually voicing your desires. Getting fucked on an altar, what was wrong with you-

Head thrown back again, mouth wide open in a silent scream and he’s suddenly in you. Cock already moving, slowly but surely working into you, more and more. You just cling onto him, gasps leaving your lips and babbled pleas. 

His hips move slowly first, so you could get used to his insane size, but it doesn’t take long until he pistons into you, driving hard and fast, and you can only hold onto him, legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. 

You can feel yourself getting close again, your voice echoing in the empty church and- his wings fluttering above you. Oh god, his wings. The feathers were ruffled, chaotic and they seemed to spasm, every time you clenched around him. 

“Beloved mine, look at me,” he says to you, but you don’t hear him, so close to your orgasm and eyes fixated on his wings. 

“I said,” he suddenly spat, voice ringing in your ears, “look at me.” The feral look in his eyes, his widened pupils and wings looming over you make you cum again. Your whole body shakes, all while you scream his name. 

Instead of letting you rest, he grabs your right leg and hoists it over his shoulder, picking his pace up and chasing his own orgasm. You beg him to stop, oversensitive to a point where it’s almost hurting, your hands scrambling for anything to hold yourself but he doesn’t listen, doesn’t stop, fucking you stupid. 

Tears start pooling in your eyes and your whimpers and moans turn into sobs. Michael is a monster, for fucking you so hard, fucking you so good, destroying you and your pussy. You don’t know if you want him to stop or not, want him to continue until you cum again or let your poor, aching pussy rest. 

He doesn’t let you rest at all, only leaves your pussy for mere seconds, to turn your body on your stomach and you try to pick yourself up, but your limbs are weak. In the end it’s him who picks you up, hands on your waist, planting you on your knees and hands, only to drive into you again. 

The hard material of the altar already makes your knees ache, but you forget about the pain as Michael fucks into you again. It’s fast and hard, punching the air out of your lungs and leaves you moaning and crying for more. Tears are running down your cheeks, and you have to lower your arms, now leaning on your elbows. You beg for him to finally let you cum, you beg for him to cum, to touch you, to hold you and he gives you all that, if not more. 

Draping himself over you, he whispers praise into your ear and you shudder, when his fingers find your clit again. 

“One more, my devotee. Just one more, for me. Come for me, my beloved.” Hearing his praise, calling you beloved, calling you his and the fact he’s still fucking you, paired with his circling fingers has you cry out and cum with a shudder. 

Your legs shake, your whole body seems to quiver, but he holds you strong and steady, only to follow you. His hips pressing onto yours, he fills you up and you can hear the rustling feathers over you, while swears and praise fall from his swollen lips. 

Thrusting into you with his slowly softening dick, he draws some last whimpers out of you. It’s soft, how he turns you in his arms and keeps you close, his one wing draping over the both of you and hiding you from the world. He presses kisses on your front, cheeks and nose, leaving your lips for the last. Hands wander over your sweaty body and you blush under his half lidded gaze, suddenly ashamed of your nudity. 

“There is no need for that, devotee of mine. You’ve taken me, and this well.” His voice suddenly drops. “You’ve taken me so well and you will take me again. And again and again.” His words make your eyes go wide and suddenly, you realize what exactly happened. 

You just fucked someone on an altar. In a church. You got fucked by an angel, by Archangel Michael himself, on a freaking altar. You got ravished and stolen of your innocence– Michael took your virginity, here in a church and you had sex. 

You can feel his cum dripping out of you, slowly running down and you press your legs together. Why did you suddenly want to make sure no drop of his cum would leave your pussy? Why did you have the sudden desire to- 

But Michael doesn’t seem to realize your dilemma, still peppering kisses on your skin and face, absolutely blissful in the afterglow. 

“I apologize for being so harsh but my desires got the better of me,” he suddenly speaks up again, completely ignoring his previous words. “Yet… will you allow me to take you again?” Seeing your surprised look, he chuckles and gives you a small peck on the lips. 

“Not today, I shall let you rest,” he assures you, as if he just didn’t completely destroy you. But you didn’t care. The promise of another fucking, of another time like that, where he made you scream and cry, makes you shudder. You snuggle closer to him, wiggling your body against his, while the altar uncomfortably presses against your other side. Yet you don’t care, not when you’re being held by the most gorgeous man in the world, an angel and maybe… someone you would learn to love. 

But that is something to worry about in the future. Now you enjoyed his fleeting touches, listening and blushing to his praise, oh his praise, and the warmth of the wing that acted like a blanket.

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anne. woo, i finally posted it. i'm so glad i have this monstrosity finally out and no longer in my drafts... already fearing the next part. dunno why i'm doing this to myself but then i think about angel!kaiser and i no longer question my sanity. enjoy!

[maochira]

800 follower event: Day 2 (Michael Kaiser x reader)

"I don't want to say I want to sleep with you, but I want to sleep with you."

Day 1 (Rin x reader) - event list

Tags: gn!reader x Kaiser, not smut but sex as a topic is the main focus (in a way of longing for intimacy), reader and Kaiser are both virgins, all characters are 18+

Good communication in the relationship has always been an important thing to both you and Kaiser, so talking about anything and everything that's on your mind has never been an issue. There's rarely a thing one of you is afraid to mention or talk about because you feel so secure with each other.

But there's one thing that keeps coming up in Kaiser's mind that doesn't seem to leave him. He'd tell you if he wasn't so shy about it. It's the only thing he ever finds himself worrying about or even being afraid of your reaction.

It's a constant back and forth in his head. He just craves to be more intimate with you, but as soon as the thought crosses his mind it's quickly followed by his worries. He's afraid of making you uncomfortable if he addresses the topic. He also doesn't want you to feel pressured into it only because he wants it.

Kaiser is so afraid of stepping over a boundary and making you feel pressured, he only thinks about the possibility of you not being ready to take the next step yet. The thought of you feeling the same way never crosses his mind.

But at the same time, Kaiser often finds himself wondering what it would feel like to be intimate with you. He gets lost in the thoughts about it every so often. He wants your first time to be perfect for both you and him, since it wouldn't only be the first time in this relationship but the first time for both of you in general. He keeps imagining different versions of how it could go and-

Most of the time he thinks about it when he's alone, but it starts happening more and more often when you're around as well. Kaiser is hard to get flustered, but this certainly is a thing that gets him blushing really hard.

If you ask him what's making him so flustered, he either denies it or shrugs it off. When it starts happening more often around you, he starts looking for excuses like "You just look very pretty today" or "I remembered one of my favourite moments with you." You never believe that's the reason for the bright blush on his cheeks, but you never ask more about it either. You can already imagine what he's thinking about.

What Kaiser doesn't know is how you feel the same way. You crave to be more intimate with him just as much as he does. But you're too shy to address it so you keep waiting and waiting for your boyfriends to do it. He often takes initiative and asks for new things or takes the next step first, so he'll be the one to ask you for this as well, right?

[retroaria]

♱ sinner! ♱

⛧ college!au michael kaiser x fem!reader

summary: kaiser finds himself swallowed up by guilt as he struggles to maintain composure around his oh so sweet girlfriend, a task which would be simple if his mind wasn't in the gutter...

cw: MDNI nsfw 18+ content, virgin/celibate!reader implied, virgin!kaiser as well, this is pretty nasty i won't lie, religious referencing and dialogue, yearning, wet dreams, masturbation, edging, groping, no p-in-v sorry y'all, proofreading goes against my religion.

⛧blue lock m.list x as always, reblogs are appreciated!

"Lord, please guide me once again into your light, for I have allowed myself to be led astray. I woke up this morning in a pool of my own filth, I have let the forces of darkness take over my will in the night..." 

A pool of filth is exactly what it was. His body shivered as the morning blue began to creep in through the windows, reminding him that he was no longer alone with the dull light of his phone beside him, your face smiling on the screen. A photo of you in a pretty white dress, a dress that kept you modest, yet cute. The hem fell just above your knees, teasing the skin of your supple thighs, the sleeves hugging your arms, showing only a sliver of your shoulders. You looked adorable, a kind and innocent young woman, adorned as such.

Tonight, it only took that one photo. It kept him wired until morning, until he could barely move without a spike of sensitivity running through his lower half. Michael slowly sat up on his bed, looking down at the mess before him in disgust. His face twisted and his stomach churned. His mouth slightly open as he groaned, forcing himself up and off the bed. His cock hung between his thighs, soft and wet, his tip still slightly leaking. His eyes darted over to the clock on his nightstand, it read "6:52 A.M.", and he had two hours before you were to arrive. he needed to clean up this mess, clean up his dick, recenter his mind, and hot iron his church clothes before you got here.

It's been awhile since Michael made a mess like this, for a moment, he found himself feeling pleased, satisfied with the pleasure he brought to himself. As he stripped the sheets from his mattress he let the memory of each release playback in his mind.

The first one, where he focused his gaze to the dresses ruffles that laid across your chest, cupping your breasts in a way that feigned between the line of sultry and slutty. He let his fingers only graze up his length, imagining the feeling of the fabric on his skin, the feeling of your skin on his skin. His cock fitting perfectly between the gap of your tits squeezed together around him. He grabbed his cock in a gentle hold, stroking lightly as looked up at your smiling face on the screen, thinking of how your eyes would glaze over as you watched him fall apart above you. Your hands pushing your tits together to milk him for all he's got. He closed his eyes when he came, so he didn't have to see it spurting out all over his comforter, envisioning the hot ropes of cum dripping down your smiling face instead. He repeated this three more times, until the tip of his cock was red and swollen, leaking out on its own.

The sheets made it to the washing machine and Michael made it to the bathroom. His hands gripped the edges of the sink as he wearily scanned his reflection in the mirror. He looked at his face as if it were unrecognizable, quickly falling down to his knees and clasping his hands in front of him.

"...Allow me to face this new day a better man than I was yesterday. It is the knowing of your love and compassion that brings me to my knees to confess…”

Fresh, clean, composed, and just in the knick of time. Michael opened the door to your shining face, smiling at him. He let his hands gently grip your waist as he leaned down to place a chaste kiss to your cheek. He let his arms snake around you gently as he pulled you flush against him. He breathed in the scent of your hair and firmed his grip to feel the outline of your skin beneath your dress. He held you there a few strung moments, just long enough for your warmth to beginning trickling over him.

When he pulled back his eyes roamed your body. They widened as they took in your figure, your body draped elegantly in that god for forsaken white dress. He felt his mind begin to wander, but you looked at him expectantly and he did his best to remain calm.

“Good morning, Liebe…”

“Good morning, Micha!” by the time you words made their way around his spinning mind they sounded almost taunting, yet you gazed up at him with a sickeningly sweet smile, unbeknownst to his inner turmoil. His eyes searched your face for a few moments before wandering south.

“Michael…?” your tender voice pushing aside the silk white distraction tickling his brain.

His eyes flew up to meet yours, his body stiffened. “S-sorry, are you ready to go?”

“Yup, let’s go!” so sweet, so innocently eager - you grabbed his hand in yours and pulled him from the doorway. He trailed behind you, eyes glued to the subtle sway of your hips, the fabric of the dress flowing in the gentle breeze, revealing parts of your thighs that lived further up. He imagined his hand gliding against the skin of your thigh, slowly pushing the fabric up until it revealed to him what laid between your legs. Then he imagined tugging at the dress with his teeth, tearing it off you like a wild animal. His mouth so close to your skin, he wondered what you tasted like.

Before he could conjure up a full fantasy, the two of you had reached his car. He quickly jogged to the passenger side, opening the door for you with a charming smile. He took note of how quickly the car filled up with the scent of your perfume. At every red light he’d take a moment to glance over at you as you rambled on about your week, laser focusing on the parting of your lips - the subtle strings of lip gloss and saliva connecting them almost sent him into a frenzy. He thanked the lord the guy behind him had honked just in time so he could focus back on driving.

Pulling into the parking lot - he parked the car and got out of his seat, swinging around the back to open the door for you. Michael uses his unprecedented chivalry to remind himself you’re a respectable woman, one whom he loves deeply. He’d hate to admit that he’s hoping it’ll get him brownie points. Maybe one day you’ll appear before him in his room; “I don’t want to wait anymore Micha~ I want you now.”. You’d tell him he deserves it, he’s proven his worth - every opened door and every doting action inching his face closer and closer to the flowered heaven between your legs.

He reached out his hand for you to grab as you swing said legs out of the car and stand before him. Is he truly so depraved that the way your knees flex and the muscles of your thighs and calves clench in this subtle motion makes his cock twitch? Absolutely. He guides you, your hand in his, as you step out of the car. The door shuts behind you and you both make your way towards the entrance.

Michael never was a church goer before meeting you. He’d gone on the occasion holiday with his family growing up, slugging through the long hours and asking god for much simpler things than he does now. You’ve been a loyal member of this specific church for a long time, your family as well. You handed out your greetings as you crossed paths with familiar faces on the way to the entrance. Michael had only become your Sunday morning plus one within the last few months, so he always opted for a smile and an awkward wave.

The two of you made your way inside, sitting in the pews. You mingled with the people around you for a bit before the pastor took to the chancel and began the mass. The both of you shifted your attention to the front of the church. Michael let his body rest a bit, slugging slightly in his seat and let his weight fall to your side a bit. You leaned into his as well, crossing your legs and placing your hand on his left thigh. Michael noted that you’d never done that before, it was an innocent gesture of course, but it made danger signals go off in his head at a time like this.

You’ve been together for five months and not once has any part of you been this close to his groin. As he went through the motions of his internal reaction, he was also faced with the self awareness of his own insanity for feeling aroused by something so minuscule. It felt as though he could feel the short distance between your fingers and his cock, like strings of electricity.

He took a deep breath and attempted to relax himself. It was unfortunate that he never truly did pay much attention to the pastor, he’d usually spend these few hours lost in his own thoughts, but he’d like to refrain from that at this moment. He thought about the colors he could see around him, the way his chest heaved up and down, anything to distract him. He tried to think about the way the church smelled, but could only pick up notes of you beside him. Thinking about the way his body felt would only worsen things. The memory crept up like a serpent slipping through the cracks of a tarnished wall - Michael unfortunately recalled a dream he’d had about this once.

Just after the crowd makes their way out of the church, Michael holds your body still in front of him pushing you roughly over the pew in front of you. Your moans and pretty sounds bouncing off the pillars and mosaic tiles, bringing him to the point of sensory overload. His hips rammed into you like a filthy dog in heat, thrusting in and out of you with primal need. His hair laid buried in your neck, which adorned his grasp like a rosary as he held you up against him. With every slap of his hips against your ass he felt a flame inside him burning through every inch of his nervous system. Just as that flame was about to make its way out through his cock, he woke up, sore and sweaty.

You could feel him stiffen next to you. He let out a nervous cough before leaning towards you a bit to whisper in your ear. “E-excuse me…” he spoke frantically, standing from the pews and quietly making his way to the stairwell leading him down into the basement of the church and towards the bathroom. Without even getting in a stall - sure that no one else would enter - he pulled down his pants and let one of his hands fly over his bulging cock. Just a swipe of your skin against his had it struggling against the fabric of his dress pants. He rubbed over it a bit, taking deep breaths and imagining the damning face of his lord and savior as he fell into the arms of unholy desires - in a place of worship at that. Pulling his pants back up, he glanced at himself in the mirror, a disgusted look already painted his face.

The walk back up the corridor to the main hall was an opportunity for him to recenter himself. He quickly shuffled himself back over to you in the pews, sitting down a bit awkwardly. You beamed a bit as you saw him return, only to be met with a look of sternness you hadn’t seen in him before. His jaw clenched slightly as he felt your eyes on him - he looked straight ahead, building up the strength to meet your eyes. When he did, it was with a smile. One you hadn’t seen coming, or seen forming at all, but it was the Michael you know and love with that sweet, handsome smile.

As you recall, Michael spent the rest of that day chauffeuring you around to miscellaneous errands. He carried your bags for you, opened every door for you, his gentle hand on the small of your back guiding you about. Then, he dropped you off at home, a soft peck to your lips, a smile, and a small wave as he watched you enter your home before driving off.

He crawled into his bed, his right hand slithering under the covers, tugging the waistband of his own boxers teasingly as he scrolled his camera roll. You, everywhere, so much fuel for his fire, so much build up for his desire. His fingers slip past the fabric. Michael knew no matter how hard he prayed, or how honestly he’d repent, he couldn’t fight what he needed the most. When the room is lit only by the light from his phone and the sheer twilight beam through the window. When he lies next to no one, alone, desperate. He’ll fall to the sight of you every single time. The cycle repeats.

“….please, be merciful to me, a sinner.”

i should probably add that i have never been to church other than for a funeral once and i lowkey blocked that out so i am not a credible source for catholic practices (not that it’s ever that serious)

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