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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

summary: in which someone flirts with them, but they're only looking at you.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: this one's shorter than the one before but still, go wild my loves <3

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐘 who values you very much. is the type to be very secure in the relationship; doesn't like any unnecessary drama and is definitely ready to move onto the next stage. wouldn't really care about the other person but will not tolerate having his boundaries crossed. especially when it's clear that he's yours and yours only.

isagi, yukimiya, bachira, nagi.

his eyes are on his phone, feet tapping against the tiles of the cafe. it's a hole in the wall that he's used to frequenting with you, so much that the staff know your orders by heart. the line is short, seats mostly empty, as the rush hour has passed. the rain is pouring against the window beside him, and he taps his finger on the table to their rhythm.

tilting his head, his eyes find you in the middle of the line. you're focused on the menu, your bottom lip between your teeth as you scan the list of food and beverages. it makes him smile, chuckling under his breath because he knows you'll end up getting what you usually do. he gets onto his feet, wallet in hand, when you're finally set to order.

"hi. good morning, how are you?" your sweet voice tickles his ear as he approaches, his heart warm and sated as you go through your usual routine.

"hey." he presses a kiss to your head, wrapping a hand around your waist. his lips trail down, stopping at your cheek, a smile pressed against the skin as he hears you giggle. "what's taking so long?"

the cashier smiles, amused at the sight. "mornin' i'm great. how about you two lovebirds?"

"we're good," he answers for you both, an easy-going expression on his face. he looks down, scrunching his nose at you while you giggle at his answer. "just waiting for this angel to finish ordering."

"we'll have matcha latte, caramel macchiato, and a blueberry cheesecake please. the usual." he tilts his head, looking for your confirmation. he smiles proudly, chest puffing when you nod your head.

"i'll pay," you say as you show your card to the cashier, smiling at her. he chuckles, letting you take the bill this time. "how much will it be?"

the drinks are out in a second, the green and brown a contrast against each other. there are two pairs of utensils on the plate, and he thanks the staff for their work, taking the tray into his hand. "i'll take these to our table first, okay?" he looks over his shoulder, a gentle look in his eye as he processes just how... domestic this all feels.

"yeah, i'll be there in a minute. i need to go to the bathroom." you smile at the cashier one last time, tucking your purse into your bag. you glare playfully, poking your tongue at him. "don't you dare finish the cheesecake before i'm back."

he pokes his tongue back, a laugh breaking loose from his chest. "no promises."

he sits back down, placing the food on the table as he goes back to drumming his fingers. the rain doesn't look as if it'll be stopping any time soon, wind combining with water to shower the earth clean. he looks at his watch, mentally thinking about making dinner later with you. a smile grows at the thought.

there's a shadow in the corner of his eye that he assumes is you. he smiles, ready to lean over and press a kiss, only to stop when his eyes meet a stranger instead. "sorry." he backs away, a furrow in his eyebrow as he looks around, searching for you. "you've got the wrong table."

"no. it's okay. i've definitely got the right table." the stranger lays it thick with a high-pitched tone, and fluttering eyelashes. "hi, handsome. here's my number."

he watches as she slips a piece of paper onto the table, confusion blending into annoyance when she leans over to take his hand. "look," he says with a frown, pushing his hands into his pockets. he's very obviously looking in the direction you went off in. "you've got the wrong table and i'm already with someone."

"ah but i don't see this someone?" the smile on her face is pushing at his limits. his jaw ticks when she moves to sit beside him. "c'mon, handsome. give me a chance."

the bathroom door by the end opens with a creak, and his head snaps at the sound. before she has time to reach over once again, he's quick to swerve away to your side. you're already eyeing the girl at your table with curiosity, your head tilted in question. "hey, who's that? one of your frien-"

he doesn't let you finish. he's quick to reach for your waist, tugging you into a kiss with a hand cupping your cheek. all negative feelings drain from his limbs, turning him into a puddle of love as you thread your fingers into his hair.

"as much as i love your kisses," you say with a gasp of breath as you look up into his eyes, finding love looking back at you through the orbs. "that was a bit sudden. did something happen?"

"not at all." he shakes his head, nuzzling into your nose. his hands are on the side of your neck, lovingly stroking the skin. "not now that you're here."

you look back at your table, seeing it empty, and the girl from before nowhere in sight.

"shall we enjoy our drinks?" he pushes you with the hand he has on your waist. he sits down first before pulling you to sit right beside him, your hands intertwined under the table. "can't wait to eat dinner with you later."

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. he won't say no to playful flirting since it feeds his ego but will only respond if you're somewhere near or in his field of vision. he won't give the other person any of his attention if you aren't. will think it's funny that they're trying their best but will either shoot them down in a way that crushes their pride or brush them off as if they don't exist.

reo, aiku, karasu, kaiser.

the bass is thrumming against his skull, a tune that doesn't fit the mall's calm and serene energy. he's sitting on one of those plush sofas in a clothing store outlet, tapping his fingers against his thigh as he waits for you to finish changing. he feels the warning glare the manager's sending, and he snorts as if trying to go into the dressing room with you is a crime. he would be so much more satisfied with you between four cramped walls than in the wide space where people are obviously gawking at him.

"excuse me." someone calls his name timidly, and he cocks his head towards them, wanting to see where this goes. they send him a smile, one that's too teethy and falsely sweet but hey he can't fault them for not flashing his favorite smile; they aren't you after all.

"yes?" his reply is short and blunt, but he sighs when the girl flinches away. you've always said that his resting face looked too mean. he chuckles at the thought.

shaking himself out of his daydream, he shows his best smile. he leans back, arm stretched out against the back of the couch as he adjusts his pose, manspreading. a peacock, you'd once muse when he first did it in front of you. he watches with thinly veiled boredom in his eyes, a juxtaposition to the sickeningly sweet smile on his lips. "can i help you with something?"

the girl flushes, biting her lip and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. being coy, he realizes with an amused scoff.

"sorry to bother you. it's just- you looked so bored. i thought i could entertain you."

his eyebrow quirks at the word entertain, tilting his head in mock curiosity. "and how would you do that, hm?" he takes her in, taking in her choice of clothing and hairstyle. cute he'd give that much to her. nothing like you, though. she couldn't compare.

he realizes belatedly that the once over was seen differently than what he meant for it to come across. amusement flickers in his eyes when she flushes a bright red, fidgeting on her spot. "you do this often?" he tilts his head, eyes half-lidded, trying to gauge her reaction. "flirting with random strangers in the mall of a hobby, eh?"

"just the handsome ones," she says with a giggle. he watches as she points a finger to the row of clothes, her interest clear as day. "how about we look around? buy some clothes or jewelry so we match."

he chuckles, shaking his head at the thought. he can't wait to tell you about this. right on cue, the door to your dressing room opens, and you step out. his breath gets stuck in his throat, his eyes widening, and a grin making its way to his lips.

the black dress you have on is nothing short of stunning. it tapers off to your knees, the material hugging your curves. he sends you an eager look, one which you giggle at. you turn, showing him the back of the dress, keeping eye contact as you do. his mouth falls and thoughts short circuit as his eyes rake down your bare back, stopping just before your bum.

oh the things he'll do to you in that dress. no wonder the manager was so adamant on not letting him join in on the fun.

"nah," he says distractedly at the girl still waiting for his response. he sends you a wink and a flirty smile, mouthing one moment, before turning back to her. "see that gorgeous specimen right there? yeah i'm hers."

"she and i, we match." his eyes are filled with mischief as he tugs his shirt down, showing off the collection of marks you left on him last night. the skin around his collarbone is red, purple, and bruised. littered with love bites. a symbol of your love he thinks smugly. "see?"

there's pride blooming in his chest, a smug smile forming on his face the moment her eyes widen and the color drains from her face. "i'm not interested in anyone who's not her. so scram." he's quick to wave her away, skipping over to tug you back into the fitting room, this time with him in it.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐂𝐄, the type to literally not care at all. will not give them time of day and will appear hostile if necessary. but he'll mostly just look at them, expressionless with dead eyes.

sae, rin, kunigami

there are so many options to choose from, he frowns, glaring at the row of refrigerators stacked next to each other as if they've done something wrong. the supermarket is relatively busy, customers ranging from middle schoolers to elderly. he's in the drink section, passing one fridge to another, looking for your favorite drink from outside the glass, his frowning reflection looking back at him.

you're somewhere in the dairy section, picking out pints of ice cream, and who knows what else. he checks his phone, checking for any new messages from you. i'll head over soon, after i find the popcorn, it reads along with multiple hearts and photos of you smiling beside the ice cream. he shakes his head, tapping a finger against the screen to save the photos.

he pockets his phone, ready to move on to the next isle when he bumps into someone. he huffs, his eyes looking at the girl that's staring right back at him.

"really?" she says with a flirty giggle after she gets a clear look at his face. he remains stoic, hands in his pocket, even as she nudges him on the shoulder as if a longtime friend. "you're handsome but if you don't say sorry when you bump into someone, they'll lose interest. but maybe that's your charm."

he moves to slight past her, not at all caring about her presence, but before he knows it, she's stuck a hand into his back pocket, sending a kiss playfully before bounding over somewhere he doesn't give a damn about. the frown on his lips deepens, but before he has the chance to look into his pocket, you pop up right beside him.

"hey, i can't find the drinks but i've got everything else." he hears you say as you show him your basket full of things, smiling up at him. there are all kinds of things in the basket, ranging from chocolate, popcorn, ice cream, sausages, and many more. tonight is monthly movie night and he tries to shake off the weird encounter from his mind, not wanting to dampen the mood.

he smiles back, leaning down to take the basket from you. the hoodie you have on is his, and it dwarves you. the hem reaches your knees, and he can't see your hands which makes him chuckle all the while more. you told him that you were cold, he knows it's just another excuse to wear his hoodie.

"let's go home." he ruffles a hand through your hair, affection getting the best of him, before taking your hand with his other.

he drops the basket on the self-checkout counter, and helps you scan all the necessary items. he eyes the chupa-chups by the counter and grabs two, strawberry and cola, scanning both and handing them for you to choose. he chuckles when you brighten, choosing the strawberry for yourself.

"i'll take the bags." he takes both bags into his left hand, the other placing itself on your back. he leads you out, shaking his head in amusement when he feels you slip your hand into his back pocket.

"hey what's this?" the tone of your voice has him frowning. "i didn't know you smoke. it's bad for you, ya know?"

looking down at the cigarette in your hand, he eyes the scribble of numbers surrounding the stick. ah that's what she slipped in, he sighs. taking the cigarette from you, he's quick to throw it to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

"i don't," he chuckles at the look of disbelief on your face. leaning in, he plucks the candy from your mouth, pressing a kiss and pushing his tongue in. you taste sweet from the candy he notes, you smell like ice cream too. he's quick to pull back, chuckling when he realizes just how flustered you've become.

"i prefer sweets," he says with a smug smile before popping the candy into his own mouth.

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angelltheninth · 10 days

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AHEM AHEM.. michael kaiser is getting so much attention so i wanna request of kaiser getting himself to enemies with benefits. I just lowkey wanted to think he doesn't want reader to have other enemies besides him and him only. He hates how only the reader could make him feel wanting to indulge from pleasure also from how he didn't want his pride ruined by his feelings that he gets conflicted to himself

Everyone should go nuts for Michael Kaiser actually.

Pairing: Michael Kaiser x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, enemies with benefits, avoiding feelings, sharing clothes, protectiveness, rough sex, marking

A/N: Enemies with benefits is one step away from lovers.

EwB!Michael Kaiser never stays the night or even an hour after you have sex with him and you don't want him to, you both knew why you had sex and it wasn't for love

EwB!Michael Kaiser plays better after he fucks you rough in the locker room before a game, hiding your deep scratch marks on his back

EwB!Michael Kaiser brags about how many goals he scored while he finishes inside of your mouth, calming it as his prize as well

EwB!Michael Kaiser flirts with other women to distract himself from the growing feelings welling up inside of him but he can't ever bring them home because they're not you

EwB!Michael Kaiser doesn't like the way his friends flirt with you so he always make sure to leave his spare jersey at your place, in case you bring anyone home, yes he is that petty

EwB!Michael Kaiser hates how your kisses make his heart pound louder and faster than when he scores a goal

EwB!Michael Kaiser tells you he hates you every day but every time you hear it his tone gets softer

EwB!Michael Kaiser sends you pictures from his tour, as if he wants to show you how great of a time he's having without you but as soon as he's home he demands to see you and you always end up in some love hotel, fucking each other until you can't get up from the bed

EwB!Michael Kaiser angerly kisses you when you fight over something stupid because it's a lot better to fuck you then to listen to you piss him off more

EwB!Michael Kaiser decides that despite how much you annoy him you're also his favorite woman so he'll keep you around for a while longer

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ode2rin · 10 months

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

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

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

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

“your what?”

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

so, this is serious business.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cheeky bastard, as always.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“oh my god! michael kaiser!”

“i’m just saying!”

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

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

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

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lotus-n-l0ve · 10 months

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Hellooo, may I request bratty! reader headcanons with Reo, Yukimiya, and kaiser?

Hope you like it Anon. 😇

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

— Reo Mikage , Kenyu Yukimiya, Michael Kaiser x Female Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : How they react when reader is being a brat.

☯ WARNINGS : Slight smut, mature content, cursing, spanking, pet names (baby, sweetheart, brat), semi-public sex, fingering, no dialogues for Kaiser, orgasm denial.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : First time writing for Blue Lock characters. Hopefully I didn't fuck up their personalities. I have made up some bullshit that even I'm not sure now. Hopefully it turns out good and you like it.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐑𝐄𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄

The first characteristic of yours he noticed and liked was your bratty personalily. Reo always had everything present to him on a silver plate. So when you, a normal girl, put up a fight against him, you already had his interest that later turned into love.

He loves when you are being a brat but there are times when he can't just handle that. Like today, he was going out with Nagi but you kept being a brat. You first hid his clothes that he kept on bed to wear after showering. Then you put salt in his coffe. Even then he was patient. But then you took all his shoes and threw it out of the house, god knows where.

"Y/N, where is my shoes?" Reo stomped into the kitchen, glaring at you.

You look up from the phone, with your big doe eyes, feigning innocence, "How would I know Reo?"

"Y/N." He dragged the end of your name, "Don't play with me right now."

"I don't know what you are talking about."

You mutter as you run a finger over the rim of the coffee cup sitting on the kitchen island. Reo sighs as you make no move to give him his shoes back.

That's how it is, yeah?

Reo advanced towards you, loosening the tie around his neck. Your body tensed up. Not with fear but excitement. Reo rounded the corner and grabbed you by your waist and made you stand up before bending you over the marbled island.

You breasts and palms lying flat on the cold marble and your ass perked up for him to see. Reo grabbed the hem of your shorts and pulled them down till they fall loose around your ankle. You hear clothes shuffling before he entered in you, raw and bare, making you yelp.

"You want to be a brat, baby? Huh?" He groaned, feeling your warm wall wrapped around him. He gripped the soft skin of your hips and without any warning he started pounding in you.

"Ah-h........ Fuck? H-hurts....... It hurts, Reo." You stutter, not being able to form any words properly.

"Oh! Really? But your body is telling me something else baby. You think I can't feel you squeezing my dick like a whore?" Reo growled before picking up the speed.

And that was just the beginning. The rest of the day you spent screaming his name and creaming on his cock.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

"Y/N, sweetheart?" Yukimiya whispered your name as you ducked under his big arm and sat on his lap, "What are you doing?"

"Want attention." You mumble and then start placing kisses all over his neck.

"Can you wait a little? I'm kind of busy right now." Yukimiya grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away from him gently, making you groan.

"But you are always busy. I need attention." You were so annoyed at this point. Yukimiya was a great boyfriend but sometimes he prioritized work over you which you Tinkerbell ass could not accept.

"Y/N, come'on be a good girl and wait for me." Yukimiya lifted you off of him by your waist.

Moving you aside, he went back to his work. Your lips pressed into a line. You could feel tears of frustration pricking in your eyes. All day he spent doing this bullshit work of his but you stayed patiant but when you want some love and attention, he was just ignoring you.

That's it!

You snatched the note book out of his hand and threw it to the next wall, "Stop fucking ignoring me. Work work work. It's always work. I'm fucking done, Yukimiya."

His eyes widened as he stood up, "Y/N!"

You flinched back, scared. His glare was icey, piercing right through you. Yukimiya sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

"You want to be a brat, is that it?" He said taking off his glasses and putting it safely on the desk.

"W-wait.......n-no, Yukimi—" You yelped when he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled you on his lap, making you lie on your stomach. He raised your ass in the air and pulled down the pink underwear you were wearing.

"Count as I spank that bratty attitude of yours. If you miss once, we will start all over again. Ready?"

Yukimiya didn't wait for your reply, he was already bringing his hand down your ass, hard.

"A-ahn....... That hu-rts, Yukimiya." You cried out.

"Count. Y/N." He ignored your cries and spanked you again.

"O-one........" You began counting with your shaky voice.

Slap!

"T...two..."

Slap!

"Thr-ree......."

Slap!

"Fou-fou....... Fuck!"

You cursed out. You ass cheeks were stinging like hell. You were sure it was red like tomato right now and then wetness gathering in your heat was not helping at all.

Yukimiya smirked when you failed to count. He ran a big palm over your aching ass as he said, teasingly, "Aww, you forgot to count sweetheart. Now we have to start from one, again."

The room filled with the sound skin slapping and your cries mixed with your trembling counting. By the time he was done your ass was redder than blood. Yukimiya then applied ice pack on it to soothe your pain.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

You suppress yet another giggle when Kaiser threw you a glare. It was Saturday night and his family had a tradition of having dinner together every Saturday night as a bonding act. Being Kaiser's girlfriend, you were invited too.

Throughout the whole dinner, you had been a pain in the ass. You hand was somehow slipping up to his crotch, your ass grinding on him as you pass by him, giving him a painful boner. If it were up to him, then you would have been bended over the dinner table with his cock drilling in your slutty pussy.

You give him one last squeeze and pull back your hand and turn to Mrs. Kaiser to continue the conversation, acting all innocent. But no, after torturing him like that, you don't get to act all innocent.

Kaiser placed his left hand on your bare thigh and felt you tensing under his hold. His lips curled up into a smirk which he hid before anyone could notice. His hand slipped under your skirt and neared dangerously close to your core. You quickly crossed your leg to stop him.

Kaiser gave you a warning glare, telling you to uncross your legs. When you didn't, Kaiser grabbed your clothed pussy. You uncross your legs instantly, trying your best to not let any emotion show on your face.

Kaiser then slipped your panty aside and parted your lips with two fingers. His long fingers stoke your pussy, smearing the silk all over the place. Then he entered a finger in you. Dragging it all the away out, till it's just the tip, and then thrusting it back inside. Slowly & painfully.

Your legs parted unintentionally, wanting more. Kaiser added another digit and then another. Three fingers streching your walls. With each thrust, it was harder and harder to conceal your expression. All you wanted want was for him to go faster and faster. As if he heard your inner plea, Kaiser fastened his pace. You bit down on your lips to stop the shameless moans from erupting.

You prayed to every god that his parents doesn't find out what the hell is going on under the table. You could feel that you were close. You were about to cum. Your own left hand dug into the wooden chair and toes curled up. You breathing became shallow. Just as you were about to cum, Kaiser pulled out his fingers.

You gasp and stared at him, feeling frustrated. Tears of frustration burned your eyes when you understood this was his way of punishing you. Kaiser threw you a smirk before continuing dinner like nothing happened.

FUCKING HELL!!!

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jvnluvr · 10 months

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you have my heart ; michael kaiser ♡

ft. kaiser x f!reader

author’s note: finals have been killing me, but it’s my last week starting today !! inspired by that one tiktok where the bf is staring at his gf with LITERAL heart eyes and the song sunsetz by cigarettes after sex. <3 used some lines from redacted bc they so fit kaiser’s personality, cute tease :( michael brainrot goes crazy !! i love him with literally everything, ENJOY FLUFFY FLUFF !!

it’s well known that kaiser usually ends up coming home late due to having practice basically all the time. you usually try to stay up until he comes back, so then he could drag you both to your bed. but this time around, you were particularly too tired to wait on the couch.

you slowly dragged yourself back to your shared bedroom, not making a futile attempt to properly dress the blanket over yourself before you passed out. you were knocked out completely, but it was only a couple of minutes after that the front door rang open, with kaiser dropping his bags beside the door immediately after not seeing you in the front.

“liebe,,? oh. she’s asleep.” he realized, words still vocalizing his thoughts before he could make a judgment. he gently closed the door behind him before walking over to you, seeing the blanket almost falling over the bed. “jeez, atleast put the blanket on yourself, you’ll get cold.” kaiser sighs to himself, picking up after your lazy habits.

he sat there for a while, watching the way your chest slightly heaved up and down, soft snores escaping you as you peacefully slept. kaiser doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to do this, he’s so busy after all.

shortly after, he laid down besides you. truth be told, kaiser couldn’t really fall asleep like this. like yes, you’re still there, right next to him, but he doesn’t know how to explain the feeling. and truly, he would hate to wake you up from your seemingly peaceful slumber, but his hands move on their own, and you jolt awake.

“michael,,? what’s wrong?” you say in a groggy voice, slowly but surely turning around to face him. he just thinks you look so adorable though. he’s just staring at you, the way your eyes slowly start to open, your pouty lips at him awakening you, your slightly disheveled hair. kaiser just thinks you look so perfect no matter the circumstance. it makes his heart skip a beat and he’s clearly zoned out at the sight of you.

“mikka, you’re staring.” you snap him out of his trance, your eyes finally adjusting to the lighting of the room. “sorry, baby. couldn’t help it. you just look so cute.” his arms wrap around you, pulling you below him as he starts to give you tiny kisses. you’re lightly squirming in his hold, nonetheless accepting what he has to offer.

“i don’t look cute mikka, what’s gotten into you—!” he kissed your lips in response, catching you off guard. “shut up, yes you do.” he giggles, continuing to pepper your face with kisses. you start to get a little grumpy, knowing that both you and kaiser are probably exhausted, yet he’s advancing forward with this little stunt. he notices your expression turn not quite sour, yet he’s aware you’re getting a little ticked off. yet kaiser starts to tease you about it. (ofc.)

“aw, is little cute mrs. grumpy face mad at me? don’t be honey c’mon,, you know i love you.” his kisses start to get just the tiniest bit more aggressive, as if he’s trying to prove what he just stated. but you’re tired, and as much as you love him back, you lightly start to slap his face away. but of course, kaiser is not only physically strong, but mentally resilient. so he doesn’t stop his love assault on you.

“stop slapping me away— stop being mean, i’m just tryna give you my love— ow!” he whines as you start to pull on his ear, a definitive warning that he should give up. but it’s all fun ‘nd games as you both start giggling at how childish you both were being. kaiser still tries to reach out for you, but you continue holding his ear. “let- let go of me-! ow! why are you like this, [name] i was calling you cute!” you both continue to giggle, but he eventually breaks the wall that is stopping him from kissing you again.

“you are so—” he gives you a kiss before speaking again. “you are so mean to me.” you lightly slap his head, a quiet sign of calling him an over dramatic drama queen. he gives you another kiss before leaning against you ear, starting to whisper. “you feel that, honey?” he questions, but you clearly confused, so for the first time in a while, you talk again. “feel what,,?

kaiser grabs your hand, putting it on his chest, and your cheeks start to heat up. “my heart is- beating insanely fast. that’s what you do to me.” he says, for what seemed like a pause was actually a finish to his sentence.

“you’re silly..” you reply back. it’s a plain response, but really, he is silly. but you love him so much that whatever he says drives your heart to go just as crazy, and the words won’t come out right. “just.. c’mere and sleep with me, stupid..”

he can’t help but let a grin escape himself as he’s moving to lie down beside you, grabbing your waist as he pulls you closer to him. it’s quiet, the sun is setting, and you’ve never felt more at peace, being with the person you love most.

“goodnight sweetheart, i love you.”

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bllk-after-dark · 1 year

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der kaiser und seine worte der liebe.

the emperor and his words of love.

pairing. michael kaiser x female!reader.

content warning. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, lots of german words (translation is available), reader is female but no pronouns used, vaginal sex, oral sex, praise, pet names in german used, not actual fic more small snippets to each pet name

kaiserin. – empress.

It’s his most used pet name for you, the empress to his emperor. While he would love to call you Frau Kaiser, slap his family name on you, he knows you won’t say yes right now. So he calls you Kaiserin, with a husky voice, that usual drawl in his English coming full force the moment he starts speaking German. It’s a harsh language, but he softens it for you, to see you shudder when he calls you his, against your lips, your neck, your pussy. He will call you Kaiserin when calling you across the room, the word so weird for his fellow Germans, but to you it’s the sweetest thing.

Frau Kaiser. Mrs Kaiser

schatz/schätzchen. – treasure/little treasure.

He calls you Schatz rather often, throwing in this particular name randomly, but most times when you choke on his dick, tears in your eyes and your hands gripping his thighs with force.

“So gut, mein Schatz, so gut”, he will murmur, and you finally understand some of it, after he sat down and taught you. So you just moan, eyes closing and taking in his praise. Michael loves to praise you, be it in English or German, but to you, the words in his mother language are something special. And you especially love it when he calls you Schätzchen; these moments so rare, you’ll never forget them.

“So gut, mein Schatz, so gut.” So good, my treasure, so good.

süsse maus. – sweet mouse.

One that he uses when he’s sweet, after several rounds of ravishing you. Pussy drunk, he will praise you, comment and compliment you. You’re limp in his arms, eyes dropping but with a loopy smile on your lips, murmuring how much you love him and he will murmur those confessions of love back.

“Ich liebe dich auch, meine süsse Maus.” Then he will press a kiss on your temple, an even softer one on your lips and tell you to sleep, promising you he will be there when you wake up.

“Ich liebe dich auch, meine süsse Maus.” I love you too, my sweet mouse.

hase/hasi. – bunny.

It’s not one he uses often and never to express his love to you. No, when he uses Hase or even worse, Hasi, he does it to annoy you. Michael knows you hate it, ever since he made a comment about how horny you are, like a small bunny, jumping and hopping on his dick, and it spiraled from there. You slapped his chest, the orgasm that had been so close disappearing into nothingness. All the other pet names he had turned you on, but something just wasn’t right with that one. And he knew it. Oh how he knew it and abused that fact rather often.

“Sei mir nicht böse, Hasi, ich meins doch nur gut,” he would goat, trying to placate your anger at him, but it only made it worse. He ends up going to sleep with a dry dick.

“Sei mir nicht böse, Hasi, ich meins doch nur gut.” Don’t be mad at me, bunny, I only mean it well.

schnecke. – snail.

This one was the worst. You thought it was a sweet one for the longest time, when he called you Schnecke and you would blush, trying to hide your face from him (but that always happens when he talks German to you.) He wouldn’t let you, telling you to keep your eyes on him while he continued to fuck you, trying to make you cum on his dick only. “Komm schon, du heisse Schnecke, du wirst doch nicht wieder so lange brauchen um endlich zu kommen”, he had snarled then and you thought he was telling you what would happen if you didn’t keep your eyes on him. Oh, how wrong you were. You googled the word not long after that, remembering that one word he had often said during sex and you finally found out what it meant.

The next time he uttered Schnecke, you literally wiggled out of his arms and told him to fuck off, without giving him a reason. No way you would let him continue calling you a snail.

“Komm schon, du heisse Schnecke, du wirst doch nicht wieder so lange brauchen um endlich zu kommen.” Come on, you hot snail, you won’t take so long again to finally cum.

schnucki. – sweetie.

After the fiasco with Schnecke, you ended up googling all the possible german pet names Michael could use, since he wouldn’t teach you those. Reddit helped you with that, and so you came across all possible pet names, some of them sweet, others you hoped he would never use. One of them was Schnucki, or worse, Schnuckiputz. There was no literal translation to English, so you asked on Reddit and the amount of answers you got… yes, it was better he would never use that one or else you would straight up leave. And while the internet said it was a silly name for sweetie, after spending a longer time with German-speaking people, this was just a nightmare. It was an abomination. And of course Michael was so stupid and call you Schucki after stealing a sweet kiss.

You turned and left him standing. Maybe you should just go to Isagi, he seemed like a sweet boy and would never call you snail or bunny or-

Schnucki. Literal nightmare word for sweetie, like no, who decided that this was a good idea. Don’t even get me started with Schnuckiputz.

anne. so uh... it happened. i'm a kaiser fucker now. so ashamed of myself writing this because i actually speak german and let me tell you, writing dirty talk (or at least attempting to) in german hurts my soul and i will never do it again. that's a lie, i will do it again because i can actually speak german. in general, most pet names in german are just cringe and i will never use them but michael definitely would xD

#blue lock #blue lock smut #michael kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x female reader #michael kaiser #michael kaiser smut #bllk michael kaiser #michael kaiser x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock imagines #michael kaiser imagines #↝ anne 🏛️

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iwashie · 4 months

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RITA LEE ONCE SAID:

"God, give me a beautiful, faithful, kind and perverted boyfriend"

and it's

Bachira, Isagi, Tabito, Michael, Reo, Barou, Itoshi brothers, Chigiri, kunigami

#iwashie work #blue lock x reader #bllk imagines #blue lock x you #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi #bachira meguru #reo mikage #michael kaiser imagines #barou shouei #karasu tabito #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke

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n4giluv · 11 months

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street racer

synopsis head full, thinking about street racer!kaiser

notes first post on this acc, hi ♡. no specific warnings, can be slightly suggestive tho !! it’s just u and kaiser smooching 🤭 just street racer kaiser bc i’ve been having brain rot <3 <3 <3

street racer!kaiser who first lays his eyes on you when he’s preparing for a race. your beauty distracts him until his car prep team snap him out of his trance.

street racer!kaiser who confidently walks up to you with a cocky smirk a few minutes before the race starts, asking if you’d like to make a bet with him. the bet in question being that if he wins he’ll get your contact information.

street racer!kaiser who wins and his eyes immediately scan the crowd to meet yours, his cocky smirk reappearing on his face knowing that he now will have your number.

street racer!kaiser who messages you “let’s play 21 questions” and then immediately asks you about your love life. then spam messages you when you ignore him.

street racer!kaiser who you become so close with, who always has your back, who always treats you like royalty, who always makes you sit on the passenger seat whenever he races… he’s happy if you’re happy.

street racer!kaiser who gets teased by his friends whenever you get mentioned, who always gets laughed at for his big small puppy crush on you.

street racer!kaiser who one night gets drunk and the only thing on his mind is you. you. you. he has to see you. he wants no one else but you.

street racer!kaiser whose engine sounds so familiar that you basically know it’s his car that pulls up to your house.

street racer!kaiser who rings your doorbell and knocks on your door repeatedly until you open it, and the first thing he blurts out is “i love you.”

street racer!kaiser who doesn’t even wait for your response, immediately throwing his entire body in your arms and resting his body weight on you, his strong arms wrapping around your body.

street racer!kaiser who begs you to just let him be like this for a moment even if you don’t feel the same way, and yet, he gets cut off by you calling him an idiot.

street racer!kaiser who feels his heart leap out of his chest when you tell him that you love him too. he basically sobers up.

street racer!kaiser who takes you on multiple dates, usually to fancy places, and immediately tells you “don’t worry your pretty little head about it” when it came to the costs of things.

street racer!kaiser who loves to drive you to abandoned areas and just make out with you there, guiding your body to his lap on the driver’s seat as he pushes his seat back so you guys feel more comfortable and have more space.

street racer!kaiser who buys you pretty clothes that you wear to his races.

street racer!kaiser who always kisses you in front of the huge crowd cheering for him whenever he wins a race.

street racer!kaiser who always calls you pet names in german, ranging from “meine liebe” (my love) to “mein liebling” (my darling).

just … street racer!kaiser being an absolute sweetheart <3

#mims delusions 𖦹 #blue lock #blue lock hcs #blue lock headcanons #blue lock imagines #bllk #bllk hcs #bllk headcanons #bllk imagines #michael kaiser #michael kaiser hcs #michael kaiser imagines #michael kaiser headcanons #kaiser x reader #bllk kaiser #blue lock kaiser #kaiser hcs #kaiser headcanons #kaiser imagines

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yeonniesblog · 6 months

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

nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | masterlist

this was requested by @joyfulenthusiastwitch

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itoshiexx · 2 months

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running your fingers through their hair

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

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

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

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Itoshi Rin

“you remind me of a dog, you know?”

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

“excuse me?”

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

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

“that’s absolutely not true.”

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

“i did shower! on the locker rooms!”

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

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

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

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

“no, you don’t.”

“i hate you. i’m serious.”

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

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

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

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

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

“shut up.”

“yeah, yeah. you big baby.”

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

“keep going,” he murmured, “…please?”

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

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

perhaps you were down bad, too.

Michael Kaiser

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

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

or maybe it was just you. who knows.

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

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

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

“liebling? you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah. thank you, mikka.”

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

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

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

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

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

“yeah.”

Mikage Reo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it’s always been you, too.”

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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄

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

w.c: 1.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he clearly has a thing for your neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"mikka."

"yes ma'am."

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escapenightmare · 9 months

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blue lock when you ignore them.

isagi reaches out to place a hand on yours, mumbling, “baby, are you mad at me?” as he gently rubs his thumb back and forth across your knuckles with a concerned furrow to his eyebrows. when you don't reply, he unconsciously juts out his bottom lip just a little bit in a worried pout, “c'mon honey, don't ignore me.”

nagi doesn't care, he just clings onto you tightly, pulling you to lie on top of him on the couch as he sleepily nuzzles against the crook of your neck before deciding to settle with his forehead against your shoulder. “lemme sleep, pretty,” he murmurs tiredly, placing lazy kisses on your skin. “don't ignore me when i wake up.”

michael lays down with his head in your lap, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. “mein liebchen,” he all but whines, “pay attention to me.” when you don't reply he maintains eye contact with you as he takes one of your hands in his and brings it up to his mouth, peppering teasing kisses from your finger tips all the way to your wrists, doing anything he could to get a reaction out of you.

bachira sits on your lap with a contagious grin and presses kisses all over your face, trying to get you to cave. “this is fun,” he giggles as he places his hands on either of your cheeks and squishes your face— not enough to make you annoyed, but enough to make your lips pucker slightly. he giggles even more at the sight and brushes his nose against yours, “babe… you're so pretty”

rin glares at you, frowning. “you really want to do this?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. when you don't reply, he places a hand on your shoulder, rolling his eyes, “come on, we both know you can only do this for so long.” he sighs, almost dramatically, before using the hand on your shoulder to gently pull you back towards him, wrapping an arm around your waist as he huffs, “fine. be like that then.”

reo is dramatic for no reason whatsoever. he grabs your hands and holds them tenderly, looking heart broken and overcome with sadness as he asks, “do you not love me anymore, baby?” his eyes look as if they're almost tearing up, but all he wants to do is press your buttons up to the point where you have to acknowledge him, even if it's just so you can tell him to shut up.

sae stares at you from across the room with narrowed eyes, unimpressed. “so, how long are you planning on doing this?” he asks in a deadpan voice, folding his arms across his chest as he stares you down. when you don't reply he rolls his eyes but his demeanor only lasts for maximum twenty minutes because the next thing you know, he's wrapping his arms around you from the back and placing his chin on your shoulder.

oliver grins at you, shaking his head with a chuckle, “you're really gonna try to ignore me, baby?” he laughs at your silence, almost teasingly continuing to trace a finger in circles on your hip, grin still on his face as he leans in tantalizingly close. “you can do this all day baby, but i'm not going to give up just yet either.”

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ode2rin · 11 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

nevertheless, here he stood, wearing his best apology.

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

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

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

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

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

“take me back,” please.

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

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

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

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

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

and the third time. now.

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

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

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

“take me back, y/n.”

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

“kaiser.”

no.

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

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

say it. say it with my name.

so he’ll know it’s real.

“mihya, i can’t. we’re over.”

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

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

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

[reader's pov: here!]

[tagging my lovely here: @angelchigiri]

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miclipse · 21 days

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ YOUR ROMAN EMPIRE.

characters: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, michael kaiser (separate).

sypnosis: things he did that you often think about.

word count: 5.3k (~1.0k each)

cw: afab! reader, sfw, established relationships, nicknames used (baby, gorgeous, meine liebe, good girl, pretty girl), pre-wildcard! kunigami, mentions of period (rin's), kaiser being a smug bastard & also soft.

note: first time writing for the blue lock boys <3 comments appreciated!

ᯓ★ isagi yoichi ᝰ.ᐟ

“does it still hurt alot, baby?”

isagi, who was kneeled in front of you as you sat on the couch, continued pressing the ice pack against your swollen ankle.

his other hand was supporting the heel of your foot as he gently rotated it in circular motions to help ease the pain in the muscles.

your boyfriend lifted his head up to take a look at your expression, worried that the pain of your sprained ankle might be too unbearable for you if he didn't handle it carefully enough.

“a little… but it's getting better…” you mumbled out softly, feeling increasingly guilty the longer you watched isagi kneel in front of you and tend to what you could only call the consequences of your own actions.

“we have a treadmill at home for a reason. why'd you insist on taking a run outside when the ground was still all slippery and wet?” isagi's voice was soft and gentle, soothing the guilt in your heart slightly.

you thought isagi would've gotten mad at you, but he was still as loving and worried for you as ever despite all of this being your own fault.

it had rained earlier this morning, which isagi had already warned you about via text since he was away for his usual soccer practice.

but stubborn little you insisted that the rain would not interfere with your routine evening jog. you figured the damp floors would have dried up by the time you stepped out of the house.

oh, how very wrong you were.

in your defence, majority of the jog went smoothly. the problem only arose when you were about to make the final turn back to the familiar stretch of road that would lead back to your and isagi's shared apartment.

for some reason while you were turning the corner, your foot slipped. as an attempt to catch yourself before you fell face first into the cold hard concrete, your ankle twisted and ended up in an uncomfortable position.

you had to bite your tongue to hold yourself back from screaming due to the sudden sharp and piercing pain coming from your ankle.

when you finally managed to limp your way back to your front porch, you figured you could simply just eat some painkillers and sleep off the pain before your boyfriend got back from training.

but to your absolute horror and misfortune, the moment you opened the front door, you caught sight of your beloved boyfriend walking out from the kitchen with a cup of water in his hand.

the moment isagi saw you limping back through the front door in your sports attire, he immediately placed his cup on the kitchen island and rushed to your side to support you as he brought you to the couch to sit down.

“yeah, well… i thought the ground would've mostly dried up by the time i went out for my jog.” you gave isagi a sheepish and apologetic smile.

“well too bad, you thought wrong. and now look who's the one with a sprained ankle, hmm?” isagi continued to tease you with a soft chuckle, finally removing the ice pack from your inflamed ankle and placing the melted bag of gel down on the carpet.

“so? think you can stand up and walk on your own now?” isagi asked, lightly tracing circles on the bottom of your foot, leaving behind a ticklish sensation that got your foot to twitch and squirm in response.

seeing how your foot was flinching away from isagi's gentle touches, he merely smirked in amusement.

“not really, no.” you laughed, happy to keep things light-hearted despite the fact that you probably wouldn't be able to walk without support for the next few days.

but fret not. isagi was here to be your knight in shining armour, like how he always had been ever since you both started dating.

“do i need to push you around in a wheelchair like those elderly couples?” isagi joked, scooting himself closer to the side of the couch to get closer to you whilst he was still squatting down on the ground.

“well yeah, obviously. you don't expect me to roll around on the floor, do you?” you playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics, watching as he reached out to grasp your hand in his.

his thumb traced small, comforting circles on the back of your hand, making you sigh out in satisfaction at how lucky you were to have isagi yoichi as your boyfriend.

a smile graced his lips. not the kind of smile he had whenever he scored a goal, or the kind of smile he gave to his teammates and friends. it was a smile that was solely reserved only for you.

isagi reached his other hand out to caress your cheek, lightly pinching it as a way to show his absolute affection and devotion towards you.

“don't worry. i’ll be the one to push your wheelchair. be it right now, or 60 years down the road.”

you never knew the words that left his lips would take you back to the days where you were falling head over heels for isagi yoichi all over again, but it did.

it had been months since you last felt your heart beat so rapidly against your chest and that queasy feeling of butterflies in your tummy.

those words may seem simple at first glance, but when you analyze it beneath the surface level, it held so much more meaning.

isagi was making a vow to you, promising to stay by your side through thick and thin. even when your youth was nothing but a distant memory, he would still choose you.

he wanted to spend his entire life with you, even if it meant he would have to be pushing your wheelchair around when you were all old and wrinkly.

those words were isagi's true feelings for you,

and they have never left your mind ever since the day he said them to you. not that isagi would ever give you a chance to forget about them in the first place.

ᯓ★ bachira meguru ᝰ.ᐟ

“i’ve cut up some fruit!”

your boyfriend’s lively voice from the kitchen reached your ears as you sat in the living room couch, busily typing away on your laptop.

you resisted the urge to turn away from your laptop screen to reply to your boyfriend, instead choosing to continue typing away on your essay that was due today.

seeing as you did not reply, bachira held the bowl of fruits in his hand as he made his way towards you, who was so diligently working on your assignments.

“do you want some?” the happy boy leaned his face right in front of yours with a cheeky grin, knowing that his actions would get a reaction out of you, who had been ignoring him the past few hours or so.

and rightfully so— you knew better than anyone that if you were to shower bachira with even an ounce of affection, you would never be able to direct your focus back on the task at hand.

“mmm… i’ll eat it later. you can munch on some first.” you suggested absentmindedly, gently using your hand to push bachira’s face away out of your view so that you could focus on the half finished word document displayed on your laptop screen.

well, that did not work according to bachira’s plan.

seeing how you had been paying all your attention on your laptop for the past few hours made bachira a little (very) attention-starved. dating him was equivalent to having a golden retriever as a pet; both of them were very high maintenance beings.

bachira pouted at your dismissive attitude right now, but he understood that you really needed to finish this assignment before the clock struck midnight.

however, as unfortunate as it sounded, today was also one of the rare days where bachira’s training ended early and he was able to spend some proper quality time with you.

bachira let out a dissatisfied hum, the pout still on his lips as he contemplated what to do in order to achieve the goal of the day.

which was to gain your attention.

he looked back down into the fruit bowl he had prepared for the both of you to share, and it did not take long for the pout of his to turn into a mischievous smirk.

it took you a few moments longer than usual to realise bachira had fallen awfully silent. normally, he would not even give you an ounce of quiet, rambling on and on about anything and everything he could talk about to fill in the silence. yet you hadn’t heard him say anything after you told him to eat first.

it was your fault for not figuring out soon enough that whenever bachira fell silent, he was plotting something in his head.

because before you could even save the progress of your half-written essay to turn and look at your boyfriend, a piece of watermelon poked into a metal fork entered your line of sight, successfully enticing you.

blinking in surprise, you instinctively turned your head to look at the culprit with a raised eyebrow.

“meguru-”

“say ‘ahh’!” bachira knew you all too well, and so he cut you off before you could question what he was trying to do. “you do your report, and i feed you. how does that sound, gorgeous?” bachira added, nearing the fork of watermelon closer to your lips.

he gave you no chance to decline his offer, if you could even count it as that.

“...ahh…” eventually giving in to your boyfriend, you slowly parted your lips and took the watermelon in between your teeth, chewing down on the juicy fruit.

“how is it? does it taste sweet?” bachira asked with a wide and bright smile, wiping the watermelon juice that splattered on the corner of your mouth with the pad of his thumb.

you tried to hide how fast your heart was beating at the simple gesture. but seeing as how bachira started grinning from ear to ear, it didn't take a genius to know that he already noticed your rosy red cheeks.

“tastes yummy.” you remarked with a soft chuckle, turning your attention back to your laptop and typing away on your report. you were trying your best to ignore the loud thumping in your chest.

normally, bachira would have been more clingy and persistent about you paying attention to him, but today he acknowledged that this report was very important to you and played a huge part in your final grade.

thus, he chose to obediently sit by your side for moral support and feed you fruit as you worked away on finishing up your essay.

“mmm, you’re right, it is yummy!” your boyfriend agreed, popping a slice of watermelon in his mouth and chewing down on it. he kept this up, feeding you a piece of fruit and gently wiping away the juice on the corner of your lips with the pad of his thumb before he fed himself a piece of fruit.

after a few minutes, it had finally come down to the very last slice of apple. bachira poked the apple with the metal fork, obviously planning to give you the last fruit in the bowl.

however, bachira’s mind was ever-functioning, and he managed to come up with yet another cheeky plan to surprise you.

“mind looking over for a second, gorgeous?” he called out to you with an innocent smile, waiting for you to stumble into his little trap.

“hmm? hold on.” you quickly typed out the last few words to finish up the sentence in your paragraph before finally turning to look at your boyfriend.

“yeah–?”

in a blink of an eye, bachira placed one end of the apple on your lips before placing the other end of the apple on his lips.

“what is this? the pocky challenge but with apples?” you joked, deciding to play along with bachira’s antics this time. you had ignored him for long enough, he deserved to get some affection from you. especially since he had been doing nothing but quietly sitting by your side and feeding you fruits.

“it’s a reward for working so hard.” bachira then took a big bite of the apple from his end. you followed suit until there was only a tiny chunk separating both your lips from each other.

“may i?” his whisper sounded almost pleading— he had restrained himself from clinging onto you as you worked on your assignment. but now that you were finally giving him your full attention, the boy was yearning for more.

“you may.” you reassured with a slight nod of your head, encouraging bachira to make the final move.

in which he did, biting down the last chunk of the apple before pressing his lips against yours.

it felt wonderful to have your lips moulded against his after being deprived from his affections for so long due to focusing on your essay. you chucked your laptop to the side of the couch, your arms snaking around his waist to make the kiss last longer.

perhaps a small break wouldn’t hurt...

ᯓ★ kunigami rensuke ᝰ.ᐟ

“oooh, what's going on there?”

the curiosity in you was building up when you noticed a crowd gathering just a distance away from the pathway kunigami and yourself were walking on.

as you pointed your index finger towards the crowd, kunigami turned his head to look in that direction before giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“wanna go check it out?” he offered with a soft smile on his lips. you both had nothing important going on right now anyways. the two of you were just walking around the streets aimlessly and doing some window shopping to pass some time before you both would head for dinner.

“yeah!”

the way you chirped out happily in response, your eyes sparkling with excitement made kunigami's heart tighten with a certain fondness he couldn't exactly put into words.

before kunigami knew it, you were dragging him towards the crowd of people to see what all the commotion was about.

when the two of you were close enough, kunigami easily saw past the sea of crowd and his eyes eventually landed on a stage that was being setup with speakers and instruments, along with what seemed to be an amateur band preparing to perform.

“seems like it's a band performance. you interested to watch?” kunigami asked you. he had to raise his voice a little to beat the crowd’s volume, his eyes trailing back to look down at you.

oh.

your boyfriend was met with the sight of you standing on your tippy toes doing little subtle hops on the spot, trying to move your neck around to glance past the back of everyone’s heads, but unfortunately to no avail. you two were considered to be rather far back in the crowd, and everyone had a height advantage against you too.

sometimes kunigami would forget how short you were, or rather how tall he was as compared to you. things that he could easily do such as watching a performance at the back of a crowd was deemed as a challenge for his tiny and petite girlfriend.

kunigami was having an internal conflict with his inner voice on whether he should just push through the crowd so the both of you could make it to the very front of the stage (but also proceed to have a bunch of people glare at the two of you throughout the whole performance).

kunigami was the number one fan of everything being fair and square. and as much as he found the situation unfair for you, he also understood that it would be unfair to literally everyone else if he just rudely pushed through the crowd to get to the very front solely for your sake.

it wasn’t that kunigami would not do anything for you, he would give up anything and everything for you. but in situations like these where the universe was giving him a test on whether he should side with his morals or your happiness, he found himself stuck in the middle.

eventually, you turned to look up at your boyfriend, your soft lips jutting out to form a pout.

“rensuke, i can't see.” that sweet voice of yours would've sent kunigami into a deep trance if he was a weak-willed man.

the man pursed his lips together, desperately digging his brain for any ideas on how to ensure you got to see the performance without making the rest of the audience mad.

then, it was like something clicked in his head. like as if a tiny mouse living in his noggin just attached the two correct wires together and allowed kunigami’s brain to come up with the perfect solution that will make you happy and stick to his morals of ensuring everything was fair and square.

moving his hand down to ruffle your hair affectionately, kunigami then proceeded to crouch down in front of you, his back now facing towards you.

the action made you stunned into place, staring at kunigami’s toned back in disbelief and confusion. “rensuke?” you called out, prompting him to provide some sort of explanation for his action.

“i’ll piggyback you. that way, you'll be able to see the performance, right?” kunigami asked, trying his very hardest to sound as calm as he could. he would die if you saw through just how flustered he was feeling at the moment.

kunigami was often deemed as a scary delinquent due to his built figure in addition to his height being a whopping 6’2, but only a rare few properly understood that he was nothing but a life-sized teddy bear.

and you were the only one that would ever get this special treatment from him.

when kunigami felt your plush thighs press against his neck and shoulders, he grabbed onto your lower calves to ensure you were steady on his back before he slowly stood up to his full height again.

“can you see the stage?” kunigami asked you with a small smile on his face. he could feel many pairs of eyes looking towards the two of you, but he couldn't blame them. he was the only one among the crowd that was carrying a girl on his shoulders.

although you were not used to the stares accompanied by a couple of girls gushing over how cute your boyfriend was to be openly carrying his girlfriend on his shoulders, you were filled with a sense of pride when hearing people whisper about what a good boyfriend kunigami was.

“i can see the world.” you joked, but you sounded amazed by the view. it was your first time getting such a clear view of everything you desired like it was a piece of cake.

“is this how it feels to view the world through your eyes, rensuke?” a soft giggle slipped through those soft lips of yours as you hugged your legs tighter around his neck to ensure that you would not fall off (but also making sure not to accidentally suffocate him in the process too).

“perhaps. but i wish you could see what i see whenever i look at you.” kunigami responded with a playful grin.

your heart skipped a beat at his words, suddenly feeling all giddy and floaty on the inside.

oh, how lucky you were to call this man yours.

ᯓ★ itoshi rin ᝰ.ᐟ

the familiar sound of the front door being opened was accompanied by your boyfriend's monotonous voice.

the words that escaped his mouth seemed habitual and subconscious, and you wouldn't doubt that he would still say the same exact thing even if you weren't around to receive his greeting.

“i'm home.”

you immediately sat up from the couch with a smile, turning to glance at your boyfriend so that you could return his greeting.

“welcome home, rin!” your enthusiastic response was something rin could never dream of getting tired of. no matter how many times this scene unfolded in front of him, it never failed to warm that stone-cold heart of his.

it just seemed to fulfill that hidden desire of his to finally feel loved and be appreciated by someone.

but of course, he would rather take this little secret of his down to the grave with him than ever letting you know about it.

“thanks.” rin responded, trying to seem nonchalant about your response. he had barely given a reaction to it for the past year, so why should he now?

“oh, what's that? did someone give you a gift for winning your game today?” rin used the back of his foot to gently kick the door shut behind him as you spoke, pointing at the basket in his hands out of curiosity.

“no, i bought these.” rin rolled his eyes at you. what made you think he would be accepting gifts from anyone other than his girlfriend? he wasn't that much of a sucker for attention from other girls.

before you could follow up with a second question on what was in the basket that looked to be stuffed to the brim with items, rin walked towards you and shoved the basket right in your face.

looking at rin with a raised eyebrow, you held the basket with both your hands and took a look in it, wondering what could rin possibly have bought for the basket to be looking so full yet barely having any weight to it.

inside, there were tampons and pads arranged neatly on the left side of the basket. it was plenty to last you for the next three to four months or so. and the right side was stuffed to the brim with chocolates and sweets that you remembered mentioning to rin about them being your favourite.

and if that wasn't jaw dropping enough, there was also a cute little teddy bear in the basket, staring right back at you with its cute little beady eyes and a cartoon smile.

“you're going to attract flies into your mouth. close up.” rin commented, scoffing in amusement at your reaction to his small gesture. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying his best to remain as indifferent as he could.

but if you took a closer look at him, you would realise that the tips of his ears held a faint red hue to them.

“but rin… what's this for? my period isn't even here yet.” you looked up at him with your stupidly wide eyes that could compare to a puppy's. seriously, sometimes rin wondered how you looked more like a dog than a human.

“yeah, but it's in two days, is it not?” that was a rhetorical question.

it wasn't that rin was genuinely asking whether your period was coming in two days, he knew. he was just telling you in a way that would make him feel like he held the upper hand against you, especially when it came to your own body.

he just wanted to challenge you to prove him wrong, as he always did. his confidence was always sky high— but rightfully so (in his opinion).

you blinked in surprise, grabbing your phone and unlocking it to check your period tracker. you had been losing track of time due to how busy you were that you hadn't even realised that rin was right. your period was coming in two days.

“how'd you know that?” you asked him back, seeming shocked that rin bothered to remember your monthly shark week. you were convinced he barely cared about dates that were not as important to him like anniversaries and your birthday.

“you think you're the only one with a period tracker app? i have it too.” rin answered, sounding as calm and nonchalant as he always did.

come on, it wouldn't hurt for him to show even an ounce of emotion. it was already so painfully obvious how much he loved and cared for you, it wouldn't bring any harm to be nice to you every now and then, would it?

“you're such a creep.�� you tried to tease him in a serious tone, biting back the smile that threatened to show on your face. you were trying to get him to show his rare soft side.

but rin was one step ahead of you. he knew you better than the back of his hand, and he didn't hesitate to tease you back.

“i’ll take it as you don't want my gift then. might as well give it to another girl who'll appreciate it more than this ungrateful brat.” as if to entice even more of a reaction out of you, rin slowly edged his hand closer to the basket, threatening to take it away from you.

“what?! no! don't you dare!” you gasped, immediately hugging the basket protectively like it was your newborn baby.

that was exactly the reaction rin wanted out of you.

his cold facade was unable to further resist your cuteness and started to crumbled as a faint smirk ghosted his lips.

his hand that was once edging towards your basket (technically his, since he was the one that paid for everything) moved towards the top of your head to ruffle your hair.

silence filled the room, and you looked up at rin patiently with an anticipating smile on your face, waiting for him to finally say the words he had been holding back all this while.

“ i... i love you.” he eventually whispered out with a defeated sigh, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. “don't ever forget that, ‘kay?”

rin knew he was bad at expressing his emotions. but he wanted to make sure to remind you from time to time that his feelings for you would never change. not now, not ever.

ᯓ★ michael kaiser ᝰ.ᐟ

“come.” kaiser patted his lap, a coy smirk on his lips as his sapphire eyes observed your figure standing by the bedroom door, not moving despite his command. “hurry up meine liebe, i don't have all day.”

those words were what finally made you obediently walk towards where kaiser was seated at; the chair just by the vanity table you both shared.

he rested his hand on the vanity table, rhythmically drumming his index finger on the surface of the table as his eyes remained fixated on you.

kaiser was a bold individual, and it was something you both hated and loved simultaneously.

he never tried to hide the fact how his eyes were always lingering on your body, staring at you like you were the next prey he wanted to devour.

even now, he watched intensely as your hips swayed from side to side while you walked across the bedroom to make your way towards him.

it was almost like you were strutting into the lion's den, volunteering to be his next meal.

and even as you finally lowered your hips and straddled his lap, kaiser didn't look away from you for even a second, the smirk on his face only growing more smug and cocky.

“you’re so cute, i can't tell if you're doing this on purpose to seduce me or not.” kaiser couldn't help but tease you, noting how your cheeks were rosy and the way you were trying to avoid his intense stare.

“quit it, mihya. didn't you say you were in a hurry?” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's antics. it left you all weak and flustered, and you knew that kaiser took pleasure in seeing how he had the upper hand against you everytime.

you were nothing but a little mouse the lion planned to toy with for amusement before he eventually wolfed you down in his stomach.

“the emperor chooses his next move.” kaiser pointed his index finger at your cheek, slowly inching closer before gently giving you a little poke. “not you.”

despite his words, kaiser moved his hand away from your face to stop messing with you as he was not lying about being short of time.

his hand felt around the vanity table, before coming into contact with just the object he needed.

using his free arm to wrap around your waist to keep you steady in his lap, kaiser brought the eyeliner pen to his lips, using his teeth to bite the cover off before securing it on the back of the pen.

“be a good girl and sit still for me, hmm? i don't have time to redo it if you make me mess up.” typical of kaiser to push the blame onto you if he messed up. he was an egoist, thus his mistakes were never his. it was always someone else's.

he kept his hand steady as he moved the eyeliner closer to your face. once the tip of the red tinted pen was close enough to your skin, you closed your eyes so that kaiser could have an easier time applying it on you.

“you're so adorable for wanting to match with me, you know that meine liebe?” kaiser chuckled, using short and gentle strokes to draw the eyeliner onto your eyelids, just like how he would to himself every morning before he started his day. “you'll look gorgeous once i’m done with you, i promise.”

the room fell into a comfortable after kaiser's reassurance, as kaiser decided to direct his full focus on helping you apply the eyeliner. he didn't want to risk messing up.

afterall, he wouldn't have time to help you redraw it due to him having to rush to practice right after this.

you could feel goosebumps surfacing on your skin when you felt kaiser's hot breath hit your cheek. no doubt that he was intentionally leaning in closer to you just so he could get a reaction out of you, as he always did.

you could picture it in your head: his head tilted in an angle, his eyes squinted in concentration while gently drawing on your eyelids. it felt so comforting that you felt like you could fall asleep on his lap, but you resisted the urge to do so.

the sensation of kaiser stroking the eyeliner against your eyelids stopped, before the sound of him popping the cap back on the pen was heard.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. we're all done.” kaiser placed the eyeliner back in the drawer, his other arm still securely keeping you on his lap by holding your waist.

when you opened your eyes, kaiser's face was just inches away from yours. your eyes widened slightly at how close he was to you, trying to remain your composure.

the cocky smirk on his lips proved that he did this on purpose to entice a reaction out of you. before you could resist, your boyfriend leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“take a look in the mirror, liebe. don't you just look so beautiful?” kaiser whispered huskily in your ear, gently grasping your chin between his thumb and index finger and guiding your face to turn towards the mirror on the vanity table.

you took a closer look at the reflection in front of you. you, sitting intimately on kaiser's lap whilst he had an arm slung around your waist and the both of you having matching red eyeliners. it looked…

“perfect.” you whispered it out loud without realising.

“oh? what was that?” kaiser leaned his ear closer to your mouth, taunting you to speak up so that he could hear you say it again, but louder.

“i said it looks perfect.” you replied without hesitation, and kaiser seemed satisfied by your obedience today. it was always a nice sight whenever you played along with his annoying and teasing nature.

“and you're perfect for me, liebe.” your boyfriend moved his hand to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb caressing the fat of it. “you don't understand how grateful i am to have you by my side.”

and you could just about say the same thing about him.

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