#kaiser x reader

[fumiscripts]

✦ LET OUR BODIES TEMPERATURES RISE

You loved waking up to this.

Seeing your gorgeous partner the first thing in the morning is a wonderful experience. And you're glad that you can gatekeep this view forever.

Downside is, Kaiser’s bed hair is, well, really untamed. But you guess that's a way to balance out his charm. Because damn, his morning voice is hella nice. The type to have you giggling and kicking your feet— at least in your mind, as you have way too much pride to actually do it— each time you recall how it sounds.

But going back to his hair, it was practically a bird's nest every sunrise. You wonder how it even gets to that state. Does he wake up at midnight and decide to mess and tangle it up on purpose? Is the way his haircut is done doing this? With it being so… abstract, to put in nicer words. You begin to think you have an evil demon in your soul for thinking all this shit about your boyfriend's hairstyle, especially when he was right beside you.

Oh well.

You could feel his blond and blue locks tickling the skin on your neck, but you decided not to move and worm away from him, wanting to spare yourself from Kaiser waking up and complaining about how you move too much. He made himself comfortable on your chest, and you could catch the scent of his conditioner with your face half-buried in his hair. Carefully, not wanting to startle him, you brush back a stray strand behind his ear, met with the sight of the serene expression on his resting face.

Shit. You shouldn't have looked. He's way, way too pretty like this. Damn him and his lethal face card.

There was a certain tranquility dawning over him, with his familiar features bathed in filtered sunlight coming from the windows. Sometimes, you think this is a ‘they make me laugh’ type of relationship. Seriously, how did you pull this majestic man? With your unordinary rizz and equally weird sense of humor? With your impossible bullshit? …Then again, Kaiser always had a thing for the impossible.

While deep into your mulling, a sudden shift made you look down to Kaiser, who was on that line of being awake and drifting back to drowsiness. He reminded you of a cat, like this. A rather moody one, at that. But he'd give you a glare and decide to give you silent treatment for the rest of the day if you ever told him that.

Kaiser blinked away the sleep hazing his vision, and he scoffed before hiding away from the light, seeking refuge by planting his face on the pillows, unfortunately moving away from you. How utterly disappointing. You coped with planting your hand on his back, slowly running it up and down the expanse, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest— controlled and calm— proving how he wasn't lulled back to sleep.

You didn't say a word, content with his presence being the first thing you feel in the morning.

You really loved waking up to this.

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[4pp135]

Candy

Michael Kaiser x Reader

You turn your head to the boy that had been staring at you– the candies in your hand. As you place your hand out, you can see his body tense up, unsure whether to take it or not.

You let him choose from the flavors you had, as he only took one you stated– “Take two more, I have enough.” his eyes light up slightly.

He doesn't say thank you, nor does he do anything that shows his appreciation but you know. After a few minutes, you both sit on the pavement as he finishes his candies one by one, savouring it so it wouldn't disappear quick.

“Why do you have so many bruises and wounds?” you ask quietly, unsure of how he would react.

“My father hit me.” he says as if it's the most normal thing in the world, you look down as you think, for him– mabey it is the most normal thing in the world.

“Do they hurt right now?” you stare intently at them, feeling worse each passing second.

“He does it everyday, I'm fine, these are from the afternoon.” he looks at you, wondering why you would like to know so much. He doesn't feel like answering, but you did give him candy.

“They can cause you infections..”

“What are those?”

-

That was years ago, the day he made his first friend. He wasn't here anymore though, he had left. You were glad he did, he was getting progressively worse day by day and you couldn't stand it, stand him get hurt anymore.

You don't know where he went, he left without a trace, even his house was locked up. After a while, you left too.

But the memories you had together remained, they lingered on the park swings, they lingered near the bakery you both used to steal out off. Even the old grandmas that walked in the mornings missed seeing you two.

-

Your present roomate, who was a huge football fan had a game on one day. As you stepped into the living room to ask her whether she wanted to give anything for wash, you saw him.

For the first time in years, even though it felt like you had just seen him yesterday.

Your eyes widened, your heart felt like it was going a thousand miles per second as you asked her, “Who's he?” pointing at the tv– just to make sure.

Your roomate knew something was off, she just couldn't land a finger on it. “Kaiser Micheal, he's a dick though.” she laughed it off.

You sat down beside her and watched the entire game, for the first time with full interest. She found it odd but she wasn't complaining.

He had the same eyes, same blonde hair– just his ends painted blue. He looked somewhat happy, though you questioned whether it was real, you really couldn't tell with that man.

That very night, you spent hours on Wikipedia. You wondered how he was doing, if he even remembered you, if he kept touch with his father– which was an immediate no.

Mabey he also couldn't sleep at the thought of meeting you some day, one could only dream.

a/n: debating whether I should make part two or not, let me know!

[shidoglazer]

hi this with blue lock men 🤤🤤🤤

ch: sae, rin, reo, kaiser, shidou

you’re straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist. it wasn’t even supposed to be like this, you just saw him come out of the shower in only his shorts, and decided you needed him on your lips immediately.

his hands placed onto your hips— possessively, firmly, as you leaned in to kiss him, and as soon as your lips hit his, it was like a crash of sweetness landed on his tongue. not the gentle sweetness of fruits on a summer day, but a wave of sweetness that just reminded him of you, one that was chaotic, that washed over all his senses in an instant, one that’d he decline if it was on anything other than your lips.

he pulled away for a brief moment, the grip on your hips tightening slightly. “new lipgloss?” you panted softly, in a haze as you nodded, “hah..yeah.. mn,” your response was breathy and dazed. his lips twitched upwards just ever so slightly, “its an acquired taste. let me taste it just once a few more times.” your lips stretched into a smile as he pulled you back against him, lips wrapping around each others while he lapped away at your lips.

you don’t know when you got pinned down by him against the bed, him holding your jaw upwards as he continues to push and smack his lips against yours. you also don’t know when both of your clothes ended up on the floor ^~^

[chevxyn]

AND THE OSCAR GOES TO…!

in which, you suddenly act (text) like them to get their reaction! ( separate; sae, shidou, rin, bachira, kaiser x you. )

a.n : it has been a WHILEEE. and i am BACK, here’s my first motivation (coming back) post.

mature language, crackfic, chatfic, implied relationship (all)

itoshi sae

shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

bachira meguru

michael kaiser

©chevxyn

[kanyewestrealdaughter]

— ★ RAW AND RECKLESS

sexual content , intercourse , threesome , overstimulation , praise kink , degradation kink , breath control , face fucking , squirting , dacryphilia.

characters - micahel kaiser & alexis ness , sae itoshi & rin itoshi , seishrio nagi & reo mikage. (female reader)

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❝ KAISER & NESS ❞

you didn’t expect the night to end with your knees pressed into expensive sheets, body trembling between kaiser’s cocky mouth and ness’s trembling hands, but here you were.

“ you really wore this little thing out in public?” kaiser scoffed from behind, palming your ass through the tiny fabric of your panties.

“ what a fuckin’ tease.”

you gasped as he tugged them down roughly, exposing the heat between your thighs to the cool air and to ness, who was knelt in front of you, already dazed.

“ she’s soaked,” ness whispered, eyes wide as he looked up at you.

“ can i taste her?” kaiser smirked.

“ go ahead. make her melt. but she cums when i say so.” you whimpered, head tipping back as ness leaned forward and licked a slow, eager stripe up your slit, his tongue soft and warm, breath hitching as if he was the one being touched.

“ so sweet…” he whispered, groaning into you like he’d been starving.

kaiser’s hand gripped your waist, holding you still while ness buried his face deeper, hands gripping your thighs as he licked and sucked and moaned into you.

“ shit look at you,” kaiser muttered.

“ shaking already? he’s barely gotten started.” his hand slid up your back, then tangled in your hair, yanking your head back as your hips bucked forward.

“ i said don’t cum,” he warned, voice sharp you were panting, hips twitching, chasing the edge of your climax like your life depended on it.

“ kaiser..please. let her.” ness groaned against you, voice desperate.

“ tch. soft as ever.” kaiser clicked his tongue.

but then he moved, finally pressing against your soaked entrance, rubbing his thick cock against your dripping folds with a lazy thrust.

“ you want it, baby?” he purred.

you nodded helplessly, your words lost in a moan as he slid in deep, filling you all at once. ness pulled back just to watch. eyes wide, mouth wet with your slick, trembling as kaiser started to fuck you hard enough to shake the mattress.

“ fuck,” he growled. “ so tight. she’s squeezin’ me like she was made for it.”

ness’s hands wrapped around your hips, his lips brushing your shoulder as kaiser pounded into you from behind. you gripping the sheets, drolling at the mouth.

“ you look so pretty like this— ness whispered. —i wanna feel her too.” kaiser grinned darkly.

“ then come take her mouth.” before you could respond, ness was in front of you, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers, his cock flushed and aching. he hesitated, for just a moment, until you looked up at him with those soft, fucked-out eyes.

“ come here,” you whispered, voice breathless. his cock slid past your lips with a broken moan, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked as he let out a shaky gasp, fingers tightening in your hair.

between kaiser’s brutal rhythm and ness’s cock twitching in your mouth, you felt owned body not yours anymore, voice gone, pleasure washing over you in wave after wave.

“ that’s it,” kaiser grunted, hips slamming into you harder.

“ take it. fuckin’…take both of us.”

“ she’s perfect,” ness moaned, eyes fluttering as he watched your lips stretch around him.

“ so good for us…” kaiser pulled out for a second and slapped your ass, hard watching the jiggle, the arch of your back, your messy lips wrapped around his teammate’s cock.

“ you’re gonna cum now,” he growled.

“ and you’re gonna thank us for it.”

you were already unraveling, pleasure crashing over you violently as kaiser slammed back inside and ness pushed just a little deeper into your throat. his eyes darken with desire as he looks down at you, seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks.

he starts to fuck your mouth harder, chasing his release. " i'm gonna cum..." he warns you before his hot seed spills into your mouth. your swallow every drop.

your body convulsed, choking around ness’s cock as your orgasm hit you like fire loud, trembling, overwhelming.

they didn’t stop. not until your legs gave out, and your voice was hoarse, and your whole body was wet with sweat and slick and kisses and hands.

kaiser hits that spot deep inside you that makes your legs shake. " right there?" he asks darkly, knowing he's finally found your g-spot. he targets it with each hard thrust, making your body jerk forward.

without hesitation, he reaches around and starts rubbing your clit vigorously while continuing to pound into you.

" cum for me." he commands roughly. he feels your pussy clamp down on him as you cum hard, your cream coating his cock and dripping down your thighs. the sight of it sends him over the edge. with a loud groan he pulls out and starts stroking himself rapidly before spraying thick ropes of cum all over your ass.

you collapsed into the mattress, panting, dizzy, mindless. and still, they surrounded you kaiser laying beside you, stroking your thigh with a smug smile. ness pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, voice low and tender.

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❝ SAE & RIN ❞

you couldn’t remember how many times rin had made you cum. your thighs were twitching, overstimulated. your whole body quivered against the leather of the couch as rin knelt between your legs, breath heavy, shirt long gone, sweat clinging to his temple.

he didn’t stop. his fingers long, brutal, relentless. he curled just right inside you, hitting a spot that made your hips jerk each time, and your legs? your legs were shaking. uncontrollably, violently like electricity was wired into your veins and rin was the live current.

“ look at her,” he muttered low, his voice hoarse, feral.

“ she can’t even keep her legs still.” your head lolled back as he pushed deeper, adding pressure on your clit with his thumb, stars behind your eyelids, whimpers torn from your throat. you felt raw, trembling, absolutely ruined.

but sae just chuckled from the armchair.

“ cute,” he said, slow and cocky. “ you made her legs shake… adorable now move.”

“ fuck off.” rin glared up at him. chin glistening with juices.

“ i said,” sae snapped, standing, stripping his last layer off like a king bored with pretense.

“ move.” he didn’t wait for permission. he grabbed his brother by the shoulder, shoved him to the side, and knelt between your legs with a predator’s calm.

sae’s fingers didn’t start slow, they were surgical. knuckles deep before you could even react, his palm tilted up just right, curling cruelly into that sweet, swollen spot with devastating precision. his tongue was at your clit, flat and heavy, while his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“ breathe through it, baby— he murmured darkly, lips slick. —don’t run from it.”

and then it hit.

hot. fast. embarrassing.

you screamed loudly not rin’s name, not sae’s either, just a raw, broken sound as your whole body jerked upward and water gushed from between your thighs. you squirted so hard your vision blanked out, your hips bucking, fingers clawing the leather, stomach convulsing.

it kept going. sae didn’t stop. he dragged it out, deliberately, lips curling as he kissed your thigh where it was soaked. “ there it is,” he whispered, dragging his fingers out slow just i to hear the wet sound.

“ that’s what breaking her looks like.” rin looked furious. his eyes sharp, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides.

“ fuck you,” rin hissed.

“ she already did,” sae smirked, licking his fingers like he’d just tasted victory.

“ but i’m the one who made her fall apart.”

you whimpered, too overstimulated to speak. just breathing heavily, your body was still twitching, your thighs trembling, your lower half soaked. there was no coming back from that.

and they both knew it, but the competition wasn’t over. because now, rin wanted a rematch.

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❝ NAGI & REO ❞

your back hits the mattress gently, soft hands guiding you down, warm breath against your throat. you’re already bare, but the way they look at you makes you feel like they’re undressing you all over again.

reo’s above you, hovering, eyes glowing with affection and hunger. nagi kneels by your side, lazy and slow, but his gaze is locked on your body like you’re art meant only for them.

“ you’re so beautiful,” reo murmurs, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip.

“ so perfect like this. lying back, waiting for us.” nagi leans in close, his voice soft.

“ you always let us see you like this… so pretty and open.”

your breath shudders as reo kisses down your neck, his mouth hot and reverent. nagi’s hands trail your thighs, pushing them apart with no resistance. he stares down at your glistening heat like it’s sacred.

“ already wet,” he whispers. “ our good girl’s always ready for us, huh?”

“mhm,” you breathe, voice shaking.

“ please— touch me.” reo chuckles, fingers gently massaging your breast.

“ you don’t have to beg, sweetheart. you deserve it. every inch of love we give you.”

nagi leans down, mouth pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before finally dragging his tongue through your folds. you gasp, hips twitching, but he holds you steady, sucking your clit gently like it’s something delicate.

“ you taste so good,” he murmurs.

“ always do...” reo lowers himself beside you, kissing your temple as his hand strokes your tummy. “you’re so sweet like this, letting us take care of you. you always do so well, baby. taking us so perfectly.”

“ can i—?” you start, but your words falter as nagi moans into you.

“ you can do whatever you want, pretty girl,” reo coos. “ you want to ride me while nagi plays with you down there?”

you nod, dazed, breathless.

reo rolls onto his back, and you climb into his lap with shaky legs, his hands steadying you as he lines himself up with your entrance. and when you sink down on him slowly, both of you moaning at the stretch, nagi watches, stroking himself lazily.

“ fuck… look at her— he says. —look how pretty she is when she takes it.” reo cups your face as you bounce gently.

“ you’re doing so good, love. so tight around me. you were made for us.” nagi leans in to kiss you while you ride reo, fingers rubbing your clit while praise slips from both their lips like worship:

“ so good for us.”

“ that’s it, sweetheart, keep going.”

“ our perfect girl.”

“ you make everything feel like heaven.”

and they don’t stop, not until you’ve come twice, trembling between them, lips raw from kisses and heart swollen from everything they give you.

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HEAR ME OUTT. Asking BLLK boys for gym pics w rin, kaiser, nagi, isagi, bachira & shidou

📸 ₊˚୨୧— Gym Pics.ᐟ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Asking your boyfriend for gym pics .ᐟ —SUGGESTIVE

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: Michael Kaiser, Itoshi Rin, Shidou Ryusei, Nagi Seishiro, Bachira Meguru, Isagi Yoichi .ᐟ

♡ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ .ᐟ

His gym sessions were quite relentless, he worked his ass off in the gym, always came home looking absolutely delectable. Towel over his shoulders, hair scattered across and his gaze half-lidded, exhaustion evident in his gaze as he opens the door with a creak, a heavy sigh slipping out of his lips as he shuts it behind himself, kicking his cleats off, heading for the showers, purposely flipping his hair infront of you once, twice, until you comment on how hot he looks after returning. Same routine.

Which left you wondering, that if he looked like this after the gym sesh, how good would he look during it? And what better than to ask your very helpful jerk of a boyfriend? You'd had suggested the idea to him a few times before, "Micha, Gym pics when?"

He had brushed it off all the time playfully, taking it as a joke, 'cause he's very locked in at the gym; no texts, no calls. It's not like he told you not to, you just knew better than to disturb him while he's working out. But one day, one day you really needed one, for whatever reason, let's just say you were feeling horny lonely and you missed your boyfriend. So you texted him despite your better judgement; "Kaiser, please. One photo isn't too much, ja?"

His phone buzzed, which was surprising. No one ever texted him at this hour. He thought of ignoring it but his curiosity got the better of him. Unlocking his phone, he read the text, a smirk quirking up on his lips. "You're so desperate, engel.", "You're getting blocked for that jargon." and before you expect another cocky or dramatic reply, Ping!, attachment- one image is what you read as you clicked on the picture before ascending, you were swept with what you saw; A gym picture. More specifically, he's in the restroom infront of a mirror, shirt off and hanging from his shoulder, flexing his biceps while his abs are on full display for you, beads of sweat coating his skin like a sheen, hair falling over his eyes, head slightly tilted to the side, letting you see the blue rose tattoo of his neck along with the veins as he's leaning over the sink counter with a smoldering expression. "Forgive me, schatz?" is the caption. How could you not?! This was the best apology in the history of mankind. "Too speechless? I guess we'll 'talk it out' when I get there." is the last text before he turns his phone off and you nearly stop yourself from throwing yours across the room.

♡ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʀɪɴ .ᐟ

Rin is hot, extremely. You know that. And he returns from the gym looking neat. He doesn't realise it, (maybe he does, who knows.) but he's a walking national threat when he wears that sleeveless black tee, cuz the weather's too hot. And that too, a compression tee. You can see every inch of his skin through the T-shirt but he's flustered inside unnervingly calm about it.

You had asked him before, just one time, maybe twice..thrice, only for two months. He was always adamantly set on denying. He wouldn't admit but it was goddamn embarrassing for him to even imagine pulling out his phone in the middle of a set, walking up to a mirror, pose, and snap. He is just disgusted by the thought of people glancing his way while he does this. So no matter how much you asked, "No. You know I'm not gonna do that." while mumbling 'lukewarm things', 'half-baked questions' under his breath. But frankly, he had grown used to you asking that question before he left for the gym, and nowadays, you didn't. It didn't feel the same. He had to do something, even at the cost of his pride.

You're watching silly tiktoks on your phone, occasionally sending him a few cause you know his phone stays on silent when he's at the gym. Until..you get a notification back. You were startled to see; "Rinnie 💋: sent an image!" Your fingers practically flew to check the message. There it was, a gym picture! and you were floored at what you saw, jaw hung open at the sight before you. You couldn't believe that this man sent you a gym pic, the one who refused such things even in your dreams, was now standing infront of a full body-mirror, hair covering his eyes, grey sweats and a black tee, with a simple pose. He held the phone infront of his face, in an attempt to hide his blush, but you knew his hands were trembling because the photo was a little blurry—not blurry enough to not show the veins cascading down his toned arms as his hand was shoved into his pockets, neck tense. The arm which propped the phone up, was tense like he was pleading with his body to stay with him, his triceps on a perfect display as he captioned the image, "First and last." but toast to him, because now it's a tradition for him to send you atleast 3 images per week. Gets him hyped up.

♡ ꜱʜɪᴅᴏᴜ ʀʏᴜꜱᴇɪ .ᐟ

He's a well sculpted man, he never fails to show it. Roaming shirtless around the house, purposely forgetting to bring his towel into the shower, (you're cooked). He loves when you look at him, and he goes all out to prove that. You don't need to ask him for any pictures, a hint that you like him working out is enough for him to send you a gym pic everyday—he's just that horny generous.

Like I mentioned, you just need to compliment him after he comes back home from the gym. Sweaty, tired, filthy and clingy. His hair is usually weighed down from his strict workout, "Gotta keep these muscle babies up', what if ya leave me if I don't?" Dumbass. He purposely puts up the most dramatic muscle-man show infront of you all the time for you to give him some attention and praises. "Ryu, baby, looks like you've been hitting the gym a little harder." and he grins wide, nodding eagerly. "Mhm, of course you'd notice." and consider your job here, done, just that, you're set. From the next day onwards, you're getting your daily wages.

Evening, exactly thirty minutes after he's left, a notification sound erupts from your phone, one you specifically set for his chat because opening this man's texts in public is a biohazard-ic crime to society, if that even makes sense. You never know if it's the most heartfelt love confession, an "I burnt the toaster.", the most devious memes ever, or you know, just a casual greeting pictore of his mini-shidou. But today, it wasn't any of the aforementioned, it was him, wearing a beige loose tee, it wasn't a mirror picture, he set that phone on a dumbbell with a timer, standing infront of it, lifting his Tee by it's hem, his flexed biceps and abs glistening with sweat as he stuck his tongue out, his other hand shoved into his pocket, letting you see every carved detail of it. The air was knocked out of your lungs as you practically gawked at his picture, unable to reply. "Hey pretty baby, I know you saw that. No words?" and you coughed, brain still malfunctioning, "Just come back, Ryu. Right now." Safe to say, he paid for the gym membership, and you paid for Ryu-membership. He's gonna send you stuff everyday now.

♡ ɴᴀɢɪ ꜱᴇɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ .ᐟ

Now, for the sake of this scenario let us believe this lazy ass dude goes to the gym. (Which I think he maybe does, because bro's panels are always sick), there's no other way he has such immaculate abs. But Seishiro is unbothered, it doesn't really matter to him whether he has abs or not. But he finds your interest in them a hassle bit amusing.

You've asked Nagi to send you some pics, and he just looks at you like "Huh? Gym pics?" and you grin at him, "Yes. You heard me." He thinks about it, one one hand he's confused why you wanna see him sweaty and tired, though he doesn't have any objections, he's too lazy to come up with that. And on the other hand, clicking pictures is so troublesome, it's a hassle. "...fine." He's been saying that since a long time but he forgets everytime. Begrudingly, he gets up in the evening after relentless honking outside from Reo's car (recent chapters 💔) as he comes and picks up Nagi for the gym. Nagi tells Reo about how you've been asking him for gym pics, and he provides him motivation to do so. He's gonna help.

Your phone buzzes, it's a picture from Nagi, You sit up straight on the couch because he finally sent you a picture. You open it and it's the messiest photo, because you can literally see the full length mirror slightly cracked, a set of fingers, most probably Reo's, curled up from behind, holding up the mirror, because Nagi fell ontop of it once. While Seishiro is trying—trying to pose, his posture is still slumped, his fingers pushing back his hair and his head tilted to the side, so you could see his neck, His T-shirt tossed aside, his other arm holding up the phone. You could see everything, his sweats hung low on his waist, revealing that delicious V-line for you while his expression is neutral, not tired, just neutral. Like he's giving this a second thought, waiting for your reaction. "No more, please." He captioned. What you send him next is a flurry of almost unintelligible texts with spam clicked emojis, hyping him up because goddamn, you want more. When he reaches home, he tells you how much of a hassle it was, and that he won't do it again. But the next day, click!, another picture, which is slightly higher in quality, dimmer lights, a better view, no cracked mirrors and no third person.

♡ ʙᴀᴄʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇɢᴜʀᴜ .ᐟ

Now, Bachira was anything but shy. He didn't really care, he could roam butt-ass naked around the entire house flashing you whenever you looked at him. But there was something about how he looked when he was exhausted after working out. That half-lidded gaze, yet still a goofy grin on his face? Yes. And he absolutely would comply with your requests, no hesitation.

He's lying on the bed with you, spooning you from behind while you're poking at his arms. They look good. He's been working on them, of course they do. You shift in his grasp, turning to face him as he pops a lazy eye open, waiting for you to speak. "Megs." you look at him with your signature grin, one he's grown used to, he knows you're up to no good, but so is he, anyway. "Yes, sunshine?" you poke at him, "I like your arms." and before he can react, "I like your shoulders. Your chest. Your abs. Everything." and he grins wide, arms tightening around you. One thing you knew for sure, you could get anywhere with this man with praises. "Thanks, sweetheart. Gym is crazy." And then you drop the bomb over him. "Pics or it didn't happen." and he looks at you, blinking, confused as he tilts his head with a low, "Huh?" and you giggle, rephrasing yourself for him once again. "So you want gym pics." And that's about it, he agrees quickly, too quickly, because he will not waste any opportunity to have you look at him and praise him. Babyboy.

Next time he's at the gym, your silly little notification sound goes off, one he set himself, a picture popping over your screen, and god, you are asking the divine itself for patience and sanity, because this boy is just so edible. It's a selfie, except, the hem of his usual jersey, (yes, he wears a jersey to the gym) is tucked between his teeth, holding it up so his abs are served out on full display for you, his honey eyes narrowed at the screen, the lighting is dim, his surroundings aren't visible, but what matters is he's flexing his bicep, rippling with veins. caption? "Here, lovey.😝" And after your garbled rambling, since then, you always get your daily fill of evening snacks.

♡ ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ .ᐟ

Isagi hardly cares about the way he looks, but to say he works hard at the gym would be an understatement. He probably uses those poor equipment to cool off the rage he doesn't even know how or why, exists, and he doesn't get it either why you'd wanna see him all sweaty after gym, sure, he does know why, but he doesn't see the appeal.

He looks scrumptious after gym, hair slightly pushed back, his tee clinging to his body as he walks with that concentrated little frown on his face that he doesn't know he acquires when he's focused. So, naturally, you wanna see more. And also very naturally, you've been asking him for some gym photos for a few weeks now, and he too, brushes it off thinking that you're just teasing him. Until you make it clear that you're not. "Isagi, you MUST send me some pictures." You nudged him while he dried his hair, raising an eyebrow, "It's a must now? Why so?", "You know, boyfriend duties!", and you only get a grin from him as a reply. How rude.

The next day, he leaves at his usual time. And you're not having it anymore, he's 15 minutes in, and his inbox is swarmed—no, bombarded with texts, all from you. He sighs audibly loud, walking over to the restroom, shutting it behind him with a click. Exactly ten minutes later, your phone buzzes with a notification, it was a picture. Finally. You opened the image, and you could feel yourself levitating closer to the divine, because holy—the photo may've took a long time, but was worth every second. It was him, his leg propped up on the countertop, his shorts ridden up, revealing his toned thighs. His hand holding up the phone was flexed, muscles tight, while the other hand was in his hair, dragging it back, giving you a full view of his forearms. His face was covered by the phone, but you knew he was blushing, you could see the flush on his neck. He captioned it; "You can quit whining now, babe." He was trying so hard to be cool, a little too hard. "You took ten minutes for that?" But you knew, a few flirty comments from you, and it's game over for him at the gym, and game over for you when he comes back.

A/N: W request. 😝

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[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

hiii can you do bllk boys pulling a prank telling you they're gonna shave their head off 🥀

food 🍰🧁🧃🍪🍡🌮🍟🍨🍵

yeyeyeyeyyeyeyeye ofc! also to anyone who’s curious, 2000 event fics are 100% coming! still just planning n trying to find motivation.

𝐛𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐢💀

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀

“i’m shaving my hair off.”

you stare at chigiri, eyes constantly flickering from his hair to his eyes. “you wouldn’t.”

“i would.”

“you wouldn’t.”

“i would.”

“have you spent a little bit too long with the bald guy at blue lock?”

he sighed. “are you just going to keep going on like this until i comply?” he didn’t need you to reply to know the answer. you nodded.

“hyoma, you would never cut off your long and beautiful and precious and perfect and amazing and glorious and luscious and soft hair. you’ve spent too long maintaining it, and you’ve used too much of my hair oil to cut it.” you muttered. he sent you a quick glare.

“you give me hair oil, i give you the princess treatment. isn’t this a fair deal?”

“not at all. plus, i’m the one who always ends up giving you princess treatment.”

“it’s an excellent deal.”

you sighed. “that was a waste of time. i know damn well that you’d never cut off your precious hair. if our house was burning down, you’d run out immediately even if there was a chance to save me just so your hair wouldn’t get burned.”

“you know me too well.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

“I’m shaving my hair off.”

“oh, thank god. finally, i don’t need to see that ugly ass rat tail the first thing in the morning anymore.” you said, not even sparing him a glance from your phone.

kaiser’s jaw dropped, raising an eyebrow. “is this really what you think of my hair?” he picked up the blue strands of his hair, caressing them as if they were his children. you gave him a side eye.

“yes.”

“this is breaking my heart so much. i can’t do this anymore.”

“obviously, you’re not actually going to cut off your hair.”

this time, kaiser gave you a side glance. “of course i’m not going to.” you signed, finally truly looking at him.

“you looked better with natural and long white blonde hair.” you muttered. “like the type you had when you were 16 ish.”

“what, you want me to take a trip down memory lane or something?” kaiser murmured, a few blood vessels popping out of his temple. you sighed; he would 100% get ragebaited by 12 year olds n the internet.

“yes, i do. and i want you to remember the time when your hair wasn’t a fucking rat tail. this shit is not tuff. no point in trying to cosplay as ratatouille.”

“i hate you.”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“i’m shaving my hair off.”

“what?! nonononono—my beautiful, magnificent, wonderful, amazing, perfect, glorious king sae; whenever i complained about your hair, i only ever wanted you to let your bangs down, not shave all of it off entirely!” you cried.

“it’s—“

“please, i’ll get on my knees and i’ll go to every single one of your matches and never pretend to get sick again and i promise I’ll do anythinggggg!”

“it’s a prank. and you were pretending to be sick just to skip my match?”

oh.

oops.

“oh, so like, about that…” you managed a shaky grin, fiddling with your fingers. “just a joke. ha ha. ha ha ha.”

sae’s eyes went downcast, staring at you as if you just admitted to using gen alpha slang. “liar.”

“okay, maybe once. actually, maybe twice. uh, just kidding. buuuut it’s only 3 times! and i promise i’ll neverrrrrr do it again.” you exclaimed. “but do let you bangs down once in a while.”

“no.”

[kaisaerinlover]

a little bit of reformed kaiser from my drafts

kaiser who has a serious size kink and cuteness aggression ur so adorable whenever he sees u he wants to smash u under his hand until ur nothing but little specks of dust and when he sees how small u are it takes every ounce of self restraint he has (about 5 Ounces) to not slam u against the wall and manhandle u for hours simply for his own amusement

kaiser who has god awful violent tendencies but he controls himself around u the worst he does after a lot of therapy and self reflecting is simply pulling ur hair and squishing ur cheeks maybe slapping u around a bit

but ur so cute and delicate he tells u all the time how badly he could hurt u then holds u like u are a dainty flower or a petal that could bend ; he knows its ironic and u know it too but ur just thankful that he has learned how to love and learned how to suppress his malice and not inflict it upon u

he thinks ur so cute he hates ur stupidly adorable face he hates how small u are next to him he hates how itty bitty ur hand is in his he wants to squeeze it til it pops ur so fucking cute to him he hates it so much (he doesn’t)

not quite fully healed so he definitely hurls some nasty threats towards u and draws his fist at u and god he wants to beat some sense into u sometimes whenever u say something he considers dumb (he’s pretty spot on 99% of the time — he’s very smart) or look up at him with that stupidly hamster like face but instead he just looks at u and feels that warmth in his chest that was oh so unfamiliar before he met u

kaiser is going through all the first notions of love with u because he never quite grasped the concept before meeting u or ever got to experience a genuine and pure love but now he’s met u he’s infatuated and craves more and acts a bit childishly sometimes as embarrassing as it is; the grown man acting like a teenage girl over loving someone god it’s embarrassing and he hates when u see that side of him he likes being composed but feeling such a strong emotion that isn’t just the empty void inside of him , the urge to kill he previously thought was insatiable , the deep sense of self loathing , all of his malice and all of his depression, it’s better than any hard drug

thanks for being the angel of kaiser the angel sent to watch over him he believes the angel the princess the baby the light of his life thank u so much he thinks as he watches u asleep next to him his hands resting softly on ur neck so unfamiliarly to him yet it feels so right thank u so much for teaching him he’s so happy he can touch u so tenderly the way he could never touch himself thank u for loving him and letting him love u thanks for saving him from this life of darkness and despair with ur light thank u for granting him the experiences he missed out on growing up thank u for helping him feel semi normal thank u for being so sweet it hurts

ur so cute as u sleep so sweet so vulnerable so innocent and he feels little to no urge to harm u his hand resting on ur neck isn’t choking u isn’t gripping u so tightly it’s rubbing ur neck so softly ur vulnerability isn’t a trigger for his violent tendencies anymore ; just a trigger for his protective instincts

he leans down every night to peck your head as you sleep next to him in his bed his house his world the world he has control over he’s the god here and he knows u would take everything he gives but he chooses to treat u so nicely which confuses even him at times

he kisses u softly in the way u taught him by doing it to him by treating him like he’s a little kid like he’s the same little boy that got shattered by the relentless fists of his father all those years ago and mumbles a declaration of love into ur ear before going to sleep himself

“i love you, angel, thanks for saving me”

and u know his routine u feel it every night and u smile to urself as u feel him wrap around u so protectively so tenderly with sweetness radiating off of him to fall asleep too

u both won in life ur an angel and he is ur god a gracious forgiving god a god who no longer yearns to destroy everything in his path to self isolate to do everything against human nature a god who is no longer looking in the reflection of a beautiful ocean of people and seeing a subhuman staring back up at him he can only see all of the love u gave him he sees himself the way u see him almost (if it’s even possible) thank u so much for being such a doting loving angel

[kaisengel]

꒰♡꒱ ❝ can't sleep .ᐟ ❞ michael kaiser x f!reader, 18+

cw: p-in-v sex, rough, dry-humping, use of brat/bitch, mean kaiser, somnophilia (?)

its 2:30am, but you couldn't fall asleep. you've been tossing and turning for the past hour, while your boyfriend, kaiser, sleeps soundly next to you. you really needed something to relieve the ache in your pussy.

you turn over to your boyfriend, who's still fast asleep, he's so beautiful. slowly, you climb onto him, straddling his hips between your thighs with hands pressing on his muscular chest. you gently rock your hips back and forth, desperate for some sort of stimulation on your pussy. you whimper softly at the feeling, slick coating through your panties and onto his pants. you feel his cock getting harder, your whines get louder.

suddenly, you hear him groan and felt his body shift. "mm.. fuck, what are you doing?" he whispers, voice low and raspy, eyes half lidded. you gasp and stop moving. "m'sorry baby.. i really need you" you whine, kissing his lips.

he sits up and pushes you down onto your back, pinning you with one arm. "yeah? and you woke me up cause you can't control yourself? how pathetic." he's annoyed, he has to get up for training in 3 hours, yet you woke him up just to satisfy your own needs.

in a swift motion, he releases his hard cock and pushes your panties to the side roughly, sliding his thick cock all the way in. you whine loudly, pain and pleasure shooting through you. he slams in and out of your throbbing cunt, whilst still pinning you down into the bed.

"fucking needy brat, you're like a bitch in heat.." he groaned. you throw your head back into the sheets, legs trembling. "hhnng.. slow down, p-pleaseahh" you beg, as he pounds into you relentlessly. "s'too much, pleasehhng.." the more you begged him to slow down, the faster and rougher he went. "shut up and take it, you wanted it so bad, didn't you?" he snickers, stroking your face. "s'too much..! m'gonna c-cummnnhg.." you babble, voice trembling.

"mm yeah? then cum f'me" kaiser coos, feeling his own orgasm building up. you whine loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as you feel your orgasm ripping through you. you soak his cock with your juices, whimpering his name. "hhn fuck.." kaiser groans, thick white ropes of cum shooting into you and hitting your cervix. you two stay like that for a while, catching your breaths.

"happy now?" kaiser mutters, pulling out with a disgusting squelch. he pulls up his pants and collapses back into the bed, he doesn't even bother looking at you. "clean yourself up, i'm going back to sleep".

[sevarchive]

જ⁀➴ when i was your man ;

starring: bachira meguru, itoshi rin, sae itoshi, isagi yoichi, kunigami rensuke, and michael kaiser

“i hope he buys you flowers,” bachira says, barely above a whisper, like speaking hurts. he made you feel small for needing reassurance, laughed off every serious talk, told you you were killing the fun, so you stopped asking, then stopped speaking. you look at him one last time and say, “he never made me feel hard to love.”

“i hope he buys you flowers,” rin says, like he’s choking on every word. he made you beg to be let in while he bled in silence, called your love a distraction, shoved you away when all you ever did was stay—until one day, you stopped knocking. and when you quietly say, “he lets me love him without punishing me for it,” he realizes no one’s coming to save him from the emptiness he chose.

“i hope he buys you flowers,” sae says, barely breathing. he left when you got sick, said he couldn’t handle the hospitals, the waiting rooms, the smell of endings, and you spent your worst nights wondering if he ever really loved you or just the version of you that wasn’t dying. you smile, too calm, and say, “he held my hand when i couldn’t hold anything else.”

“i hope he buys you flowers,” isagi says, trying to keep his voice from breaking. he promised he’d be there: your birthday, your favorite place, the day you needed to feel seen, and he missed it for a fan meet, posting selfies while you blew out candles alone. you don’t raise your voice when you say, “he remembered without me having to remind him.”

“i hope he buys you flowers,” kunigami says, voice low like the apology he never gave. you pleaded with him to stop shutting you out, to stop letting the wild card turn him into someone cold and unreachable, but he looked you in the eyes and said, “this is who i have to be now.” you nod once, quietly, and say, “he never made me mourn someone who was still standing in front of me".

“i hope he buys you flowers,” kaiser says, like it’s the only way to keep from falling apart. you were there when he had nothing; shared bread with him in the cold, held his hand when his father screamed, told him he could still be good—but when the world finally gave him something, he made sure you weren’t part of it. you meet his eyes without fear now, and say, “he never forgot who i was just because he became someone else.”

જ⁀➴ © sevarchive ✦ masterlist like/reblogs are appreciated ꣑ৎ

[quandledlngle69]

⸻ ミヒャエル・カイザ MICHEAL KAISER.

TW; Bulling, crying, stereotypes, themes of struggling, during the time of this AU. may be read as a stand alone. angst, hurt with a bit of comfort at the end.

feel like nothing fazes young kaiser, with everything he's gone through he's quite a numb and dissociative child–but something that truly makes him upset is when he's aware strangers know he's not your son.

he's already irritated when the fragile old woman in the store assumed you were his babysitter. you attempted to politely correct her, but she didn't seem to grasp the memo. his mood soured deeper when the shop keeper scolded him for bothering you, suspecting he was begging for money. your correction again was short, rather curt this time.

he didn't like the weird stares he would get when he went out with you, or when the older sleazy boys in the apartment complex taunted him; sneering that you weren't his mother, just another stray dog that happened to find someone sympathetic enough to take a piece of shit like him in.

and then when the day’s all over, he crawls into your lap in silence, his face half buried in your chest. your hands brush through his blonde locks as you softly ask him if he's okay, and only then does he notice his own salty tears and quivering lips.

you whisper that you love and adore him all the same, even if he didn't come from your womb. you whisper the words as if you knew every broken thought he had. you gingerly tuck a few hairs behind his ear.

it hurts.

Quandaledlnglepink © 2025

taglist; @silverwings920

[sxuma]

When tomorrow never comes -- michael kaiser x fem!reader

notes: You manage to love michael kaiser, but is the universe on your side? cw: terminal illness, fluff-angst -3k words-

Michael Kaiser was good at a lot of things.

Scoring goals. Stealing headlines. Making defenders crumble under pressure and walking away with a smirk that lit up half the continent. He was all teeth and ego and impossible brilliance, so fast he outran gravity, so sharp he left wounds behind.

He was dazzling. He was chaos. He was built for glory.

And he was nearly impossible to love.

But you did.

You loved him the way people love the stars. Quietly, from a distance, with awe and a touch of fear. Even when he was too much, too loud, too golden for your quiet corners. Even when the world wanted pieces of him, clawing at the edges. You still loved him.

And somehow, somehow, he loved you too.

Your demeanor is what made him fall in love with you after all.

“I should buy you a necklace shaped like my face,” he said one morning, shirtless on the bed, arms stretched and legs spread. “So you never forget I’m a national treasure.”

You rolled your eyes. Laughed. Flicked his forehead like you always did. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around you, dragging you into his orbit like gravity, “here you are. Suffering in silence beside me. Again.”

No one else got to see him like this.

Not his teammates. Not his fans. Not the cameras that worshipped his shadow.

But you?

You saw Michael Kaiser in mismatched socks and wrinkled shirts. You saw him whining for five more minutes of sleep into your shoulder. You saw him curled up on the floor after long flights, eyes fluttering shut before the interviews even aired. You saw him through his mental breakdowns as he remembered his past. You saw the version of him no one else believed existed.

You saw him.

And he saw you.

Bright. Gentle. Steady in a way that calmed his storm. You were his quiet in a world that only ever asked him to be louder.

-

He never questioned why your smile sometimes didn’t reach your eyes. Why you were always “just tired.” Why your hands trembled when you poured tea.

He never asked.

And you never told him.

You didn’t mean to lie. Not at first.

But the season picked up: flights, fans, goals, cities; and you became background noise to a roaring world. He was thriving. You were unraveling.

It started with bruises that didn’t fade. Fevers that clung too long. Fatigue that soaked into your bones. You tried to hide it. You smiled through hospital visits. You tucked away words like “metastatic” and “terminal” behind texts that said “I’m just tired, love.”

“You need to start thinking about palliative care,” the doctor said gently.

You nodded. You didn’t cry.

You were too busy making a plan.

Not for recovery...but for silence.

For how to keep Michael Kaiser from knowing that the love of his life was slipping away. How she is dying.

He bought you matching jackets after a match in Madrid.

“It reminded me of you,” he said. “Because it’s flashy and ridiculous.”

You laughed. Wore it every day after that. Because every time he saw it, he smiled. Every time you wore it, he pulled you in by the zipper and kissed your forehead like it gave him permission to be soft in a world that demanded he be anything but.

-

“Promise you’ll still be here after the World Cup?” he asked one night, breath warm against your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, heartbeat steady beneath your hand.

You didn’t answer right away.

You smiled.

“Of course I will.”

-

But you got worse in October.

The coughs deepened. Your hands shook too hard to hold a pen. Some mornings, just walking to the bathroom felt like climbing a mountain.

Still, you sent him photos. Sent him jokes. Blamed your pale face on bad coffee, your shaking voice on poor Wi-Fi.

And he believed you.

He wanted to believe you.

That made it easier to keep lying.

“I’m coming home next week,” he said over the phone, his voice bright and buzzing with excitement. “They moved the interview. I want to see your stupid face.”

You laughed. Quiet. “You just want to steal my fries again.”

“I miss you, you idiot.”

He did.

God, he did.

He bought something for you. A tiny gold necklace. Your initials engraved on the back. He planned to hide it in your favorite chocolate box. He pictured you rolling your eyes, calling it “tacky,” and wearing it anyway.

But when he got back—

There was a voicemail.

Your voice. Breathy. Soft.

“Hey, Micha. Just in case I miss you, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”

He called you five times.

No answer.

He called your bestfriend.

Nothing.

He drove straight to your shared apartment. The lights were off. The sink was dry. Your jacket, the bright, flashy one, still hung untouched by the door.

He couldn’t breathe.

He went to the hospital next.

They didn’t let him in.

Not until someone recognized him.

“The boyfriend,” someone whispered.

"The superstar?"

He ran.

But the room was empty.

Not just of you.

Of everything.

Stripped bare.

Your best friend found him outside, sitting on the bench where you used to wait for your rides.

Her eyes were red. Her voice was shaking.

“I’m so sorry,”

“She just texted me. She said she was fine,"

“She didn’t want you to worry.”

His voice broke. “She’s… gone?”

She nodded. Then reached into her pocket and handed him something small. Folded. Tidy.

“She wrote you something.”

He didn’t read it. Not at first. He held it like it might burn him. Like opening it might mean accepting you were really, truly gone.

-

He went to your funeral in silence. No cameras. No sunglasses. Just him, a boy made of gold and grief, sitting in the back pew like he didn’t belong in a world without you in it.

He read your letter that night.

It was dated two weeks before you passed. The ink wavered in places, like your hand had started to give out. It was short. Honest. And quietly devastating.

My Micha, I don’t know how to start this. I’ve rewritten the first line a dozen times, but nothing feels right. Maybe because no part of this is right. None of this should be real. But it is. If you’re reading this… then I didn’t get to say goodbye. And I’m so, so sorry for that. I wanted to. I really did. I tried to hold on. I tried to stay longer. For you. For the future we kept half-joking about. I kept telling myself I'd wait until after your next match, your next flight, your next win. But my body stopped listening to my promises. I never wanted to become your grief. I wanted to be the person you came home to after the stadium lights went dark. I wanted to grow old beside you, argue about stupid things, steal your food, kiss you when your ego got too big. I wanted the boring stuff; grocery shopping, tangled sheets, shared playlists. I wanted every second this life had to offer if it meant I could spend them with you. But life had other plans. And I couldn’t bring myself to ruin your season with the truth. I know that’s not fair. I know I took your choice away. But I saw how happy you were. How alive you looked under those lights. I couldn’t bear to dim that. Not with something as cruel and final as this. You made me feel like I was more than what was happening to me. Like I was someone worth loving even when I didn’t feel real anymore. You never knew it, but you saved me, every day, with your ridiculous laugh, your god-awful flirting, your loud, infuriating, perfect love. You gave me joy in the middle of sorrow. And I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that. I need you to do something for me now, even if it’s hard. Keep living. Win every match. Chase every dream. Be loud and selfish and brave the way only you know how to be. And when you miss me, because I know you will, close your eyes. Breathe. I’ll be there. Always. In the crowd, in the silence, in the spaces between goals and dreams. Love with your whole heart. Laugh like I’m still in the room. And when you wear that stupid jacket, pretend it still smells like me, even when it doesn’t. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, Kaiser. My love for you was the easiest truth I ever knew. And I carried it with me until the very last breath. Always yours, —[Name]

He read it five times.

He didn’t cry until the sun rose.

He wore the jacket the next day.

Even though it didn’t smell like you anymore.

He kept playing.

But he stopped celebrating the same way. He pointed to the sky after every goal. Kissed his wrist before every penalty, right over the ink where your initials were tattooed, above his crown tattoo.

The press called it superstition.

He never corrected them.

Because the truth was harder to say out loud:

You weren’t there when he came home.

And tomorrow never came.

[koalaflower]

michael kaiser !

watching you through the cameras ⋆｡°✩

includes. gn!reader. NO smut. stalking, theft, cctv, kaiser is your next-door neighbor.

a/n. quick filler bc i had this idea at 3am. lmk if i should write a longer one with smut. also pls send in more reqs, i like writing your creative ideas !!

word count. 341

“are you accusing me?”

kaiser leaned against the doorframe, his head cocked to the side as piercing blue eyes trail over you from top to bottom. his german accent was thick, a lazy smirk pulling at his lips at your visible surprise. you’d expected your new neighbor to be lots of things. attractive with striking features and platinum-blond hair streaked blue was not one of them.

“n-no. sorry. i must’ve lost it or… something,” you trail off, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze. something about him exuded royalty—a domineering presence that made your knees want to buckle beneath your weight. he was charming, to say the least. dangerous. where had you seen him before?

he lets out a soft, amused hum, arms crossed over his broad chest. “then i suggest you look harder.” and with that, the door shuts in your face, leaving you slightly dazed and bewildered. the nerve of him… who was he to act so cocky?

he watches you leave from a slip in the blinds, hand coming up to cover the wide, enamored grin taking over his face. cute. you were so cute. coming over to ask about your stolen laundry with those wide, innocent eyes—not a single thought or survival instinct in that little brain of yours.

what a shame. if you’d looked harder, you’d see the slip of white hanging out of his pocket, or your missing undergarment curled into the palm of his hand. he’d have to be more careful next time.

kaiser tosses the clothes onto his bed along with the other miscellaneous items he’d swiped from you. who even hangs up their laundry on the balcony in neat little strips anymore? you made it too easy, like you wanted his attention. naughty little thing.

he slumps back into his chair, arms planted on the rests as he watched the little figure prance around the screen. “little lamb,” he coos, head propped against his fist as he watches you through the security cameras—about a dozen of them as you flit around your apartment, searching aimlessly for signs of your stolen belongings.

“ich werde dich fressen.” i will devour you.

[chevxyn]

bluelock boys reacting to f! reader telling them she’s gonna get them pregnant. :3.

“I GOT A REALLY GOOD IDEA BRO”

in which you tell them your good idea. (getting them pregnant)

featuring : sae, rin, shidou, kaiser, bachira, isagi, nagi, reo, chigiri, kunigami x reader. (separate, established relationship.)

an! : this req was from february and i only had the time to do it now omg man, anyw reqs are open cause im lowk out of ideas but i still wanna do more of it! send me a req if you have some ideas!

mature language, chatfic, crackfic, implied fem (kaiser, others can be read as gn)

sae itoshi

rin itoshi

shidou ryusei

michael kaiser

bachira meguru

isagi yoichi

nagi seishiro

reo mikage

chigiri hyoma

kunigami rensuke

©chevxyn

[froydthegifenjoyer]

Imagine, your parents were bakers and back then you'd secretly give away bread for free to Kaiser. It wasn't much since you couldn't give out too many or ur parents will be suspicious. Years later you two contact each other , imagine if ur a really patient, loving and understanding person even towards Kaiser although he obviously never opened up to you, you tolerated his behavior, why did he act that way? He can't really properly Reprocriate his feelings for you properly so it will come out as some sort of red flag behavior, he'll probably leave you occasionally because of his internal turmoil. Imagine one day he just left for Blue lock without telling you or saying anything, you tried chatting him but no response.

Maybe you finally stopped being patient, you two never really were an official couple cuz you just assumed Kaiser just wanted to be a friend. During his time in blue lock, maybe you started dating other people nothing too serious but to y'know, clear out your mind? Kaiser loves you, he does but he can't properly show it because he doesn't know how to and he'll definitely come up as a red, flag no doubt. But imagine him coming back to Germany after the world Cup (?) And Ness tagged along with him (they probably reconciled?) And he sees you happy and holding hands with someone 😅 he knows he can't do shit cuz y'all weren't even in a romantic relationship.

(First time writing for a specific character, WILL BE OOC)

[vinzcoke]

ugh i love scream tbh 🤤🤤

tw: stalking, obsession, hanging, horror themes, death, manipulation

when kaiser calls, its ghostface calling. thx. 😒

gn!reader, feel free to imagine any gender

might make a p.2 with others idk 🤷

ghostface!kaiser who first met you at a slasher movie airing, and instantly became obsessed with the idea of you.

ghostface!kaiser who learnt all of your likes to ‘surprise’ you.

ghostface!kaiser who first called you anonymously after your partner broke up with you, but you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not about killing your ex.

ghostface!kaiser who comforted you (not really) after your ex mysteriously showed up dead, hanging from your yard.

ghostface!kaiser who called you the night later, threatening you if you get another partner, he’d kill them too and frame you.

ghostface!kaiser who almost killed ness after he found out what kaiser was doing, but agreed to help kaiser to give kaiser an alibi.

ghostface!kaiser who started dating you after he got into your mind physiologically, gaslighting you.

ghostface!kaiser who stopped calling you after you started dating him.

ghostface!kaiser who brushed off your attempts to try and confront him, giving excuses that he was with ness.