#kaiser michael

[quandledlngle69]

thinking of younger!kaiser, who you catch on the fire–exit stairs on the side of your apartment complex, nursing a lit cigarette in his hand, visibly half–smoken. (the air smells like bitter nicotine, it lingers hard in his nose and on his fingers.) in your shock, you're quick to snatch it from him, crushing it under your shoe before scolding him.

he's young. it messes up your lungs. where did he even get it from?

"the older boys upstairs." he says it nonchalantly while shrugging, signalling he found it no big deal. he gives you that blank look, a habit when he's in trouble, as if he's shutting off.

"it's bad for you," you say for the fourth time you began your rant. "the older boys should know better. you should know better."

his face twists. his voice snapping swiftly. "you're not my mother."

i know. you wanted to say.

you raised your brow, trying to keep your expression neutral. you sigh deeply. "i never stated otherwise."

he doesn't respond, simply rising up and retreating back into your shared apartment through the open window. 

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Masterlist.

[narcjsistx]

i’ll just say "does your boyfriend pay for your nails?" just this, trust me <3

BLUELOCK: sae itoshi and micheal kaiser

Hearing your friends talk about how their boyfriends spoil them is often amusing. You enjoy watching how they unintentionally feel like queens of the world, and that genuinely pleases you. It's funny to you how, while they speak, they show off their long necklaces and their enhanced lips — things they only have thanks to their boyfriends' money

They talk and often make you feel almost inferior, simply because you're not someone who likes to show your private life — especially when it comes to your boyfriend's privacy

"So, does your boyfriend at least pay for your nails?"

You laugh, looking at your hands: no, he doesn’t pay for your nails. Your fingers are covered in rings from the world’s top brands, but the biggest one stands out on your ring finger: a natural and sparkling diamond, worth about the same as an entire stadium. He gave it to you a few weeks ago, during your last vacation in the Maldives, where your bank account remained untouched. A trip organized only because, a few days earlier, you had liked a post where the resort was mentioned — a like that he noticed very well

You think about how, in front of the whole world, he's precise, technical, charismatic — but with you, he’s the perfect definition of a clingy cat. You know perfectly well that if work didn’t call him away every day, he’d spend hours with his head nestled between your thighs, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and you forced to stroke his hair

You think about how, twice a week, his only goal is to take you to your favorite restaurant — one of the most expensive in your city. These are dates you’ve been treating yourselves to for quite some time now, and yet, more often than not, you don’t even feel like going — because he comes back truly exhausted from his training, and it genuinely hurts you to see him too full or too tired. Still, you’ve never managed to get him to stay home on those planned date nights — not when his fatigue seems to vanish the moment he sees you in his favorite dress, the one he bought you years ago, and that still makes his head turn as soon as he even sees the color

You think about how there's not a night where you wear the same lingerie as last time. Your boyfriend loves only the finest things, especially when they’re on you: expensive silk, soft velvet, even the cutest little bows. Every time he buys a new one it doesn't last long because he has the habit of ripping it off of you — he thinks that's the best way to fuck you right

You think about how he handles everything involving you with absolute precision: never getting too familiar with other girls, never making an inappropriate comment when talking about you on TV — and never, ever making a mistake that would make you feel anything less than truly the most important thing in the world. When people ask you why you fell in love, you simply think about how he, despite being a world famous player, has never made you feel the weight of his job

Not even when he’s tired, he still cooks for you

Not even when your feet hurt from wearing heels, and he lifts you using just one arm while holding your heels in the other

Not even when, after scoring a goal, he looks at you as if you gave him the strength and the luck to score

Not when he kisses you as if his life depended on it, while he's deep inside you, whispering the nicest things to you while he's ruining you with the same grit he has on the field

So no, your boyfriend doesn’t pay for your nails

Usually, he pays the beauty salon directly to come to your home and do your nails with the best in the business, sparing you even the effort of driving to the beauty salon

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✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

[puplexis]

bllk doesnt exist theyre my ocs now thnak YOU

[kissbabie]

riding michael kaiser so good until the word “mommy” accidentally slips out while he’s begging and pleading😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

he’ll never admit it, but kaiser becomes such a whimpering mess when you’re seated in his lap, your thighs straddling his as you fuck yourself on his cock, cum already drooling down from your pussy. his tip kisses your cervix, and it always feels so much deeper and more difficult to take him in this position. and with how relentless you are tonight, bouncing and grinding down on him, kaiser’s already completely losing it. his teeth are gritted, with droplets of sweat rolling down his forehead as he grips tightly at your waist.

but even so, it’s to your absolute shock when he lets out a tiny, “shit, slow down, slow down, m-mommy, fuck!”

he immediately freezes up, and you even stop your movements with a dazed, “huuhh?”

you can tell he’s utterly embarrassed, and you would be in more shock, if it weren’t for the fact that you loved it. you’d never thought there’d be a day that kaiser would submit to you like this, calling you mommy as you ride him, your pussy slamming down and swallowing his cock whole. before he can stammer out an excuse or some kind of justification, you instantly grab his face and stare at him, hearts practically in your eyes as you say, “really? mommy’s making you feel good, micha? mmffph, okay, just let me do everything..“

and he lets out a choked moan, “fucking.. shut up, didn’t even mean that..”, to which you instantly pout. even like this, he wants to maintain his pride.

you adjust yourself a little, hands pressed to his chest as you start moving like a bunny in heat on his dick, your tits bouncing in his face. and he just can’t help the way he starts to whimper, too lost in the pleasure of your walls wrapped around him. he’s too fucked out already, especially when he starts pleading, “mommy, mommy… wanna-ssshit-cum.. c’mon, let me cum, please, mommy..”

“micha,” you hum, titling his head up and seeing how wrecked he is. “y’wanna cum for mommy? yeah? gotta beg a littleee more, m’kay?”

and you’re sure he has no ounce of pride left, leaving his dignity behind as he starts panting like a dog, “m-mommy, fuck! wanna cum, fuckfuckfuck—“

it crashes over him abruptly, and you’re not even prepared as it floods your pussy, his cock twitching and pulsing, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls white. there’s a bit of silence after he’s finished, because you’re not exactly satisfied. for a man this desperate, calling you mommy, he didn’t even try making an attempt to ask for your permission.

“hey,” you whine. “mommy didn’t say you could cum.. you’re not a very good boy, micha..”

he gulps. well, looks like he’s in trouble!

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[bkblaise]

I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT DRWAING BECAUSE OFFICIAL MERCH DESIGN DROPPED

[4pp135]

hiiii ^^)/ could i ask for headcanons for michael kaiser with a reader who grew up as the older sister/mother to the other kids in her orphanage and therefore has a lot of maternal instinct~ like she likes to take care of others and also nags a bit ksjsks that would be all thanks in advance <33

Hii! i hope i got this right, thank you for requesting that was such a cute idea grrrr :) <3

Dance Moms

Kaiser Michael x Fem!Motherly!Reader

Mornings

“Kaiser Michael!” your voice rang through the entire room as you shoved the curtains open, light shining directly on his eyes as he groaned. “What?” he turns over, covering himself with the blanket. You sighed as he felt the bed sink behind him. “It's twelve in the afternoon.” you gently lifted the blanket from his face, cupping his face and rocking it gently to wake him up. “Let me sleep..” he leaned into your touch, yawning as he pulled you closer so even you could probably join him and sleep without him having to wake up. “No” point black, no escaping now.

Sick days

It was about mid night and you randomly decided you wouldn't be having more of his sniffling. You squished his cheeks together, telling him to open wide for then medicine that was about to come. Now, you knew he wasn't going to let loose just like that. It wasn't like you had previous experience, previous experience had you. You had to bribe. “I'll give you three big kisses on your nose.” nope, wouldn't budge. “I'll buy you your favourite candy that's always out of stock from the super market far away, they always have them.” his eyes did light up a bit suspiciously, but nope. Not working. “I'll take out the laundry tomorrow.” instant swallow.

Clueless

“Where's the tooth paste?” “Where is the glue?” “Where's the tv remote?” You were tired, tired of your man not even knowing where simple little everyday things were in the house. You always had to go get up from whatever you were doing aswell, why? Because apparently, Kaiser lost his ability to look for things aswell. The glue was on the counter, tv remote on the couch he was sitting on and tooth paste? In the cup with your toothbrushes. “Now, where are the chips I was looking forward to with my evening dance moms, huh?” counter them, always. “Hahah, about that..” his feet began making their way backwards. Afraid for the tickle attacks that were yet to come, but he knew, he wouldn't have it another way.

a/n: SEND ME MORE REQSSS *gnaws at the bars of my enclosure*

[k-aemi]

blue lock — twt porn links!

pls have headphones or earphones in when viewing, these videos are very explicit.

nagi seishiro:

him giving you the meanest back shots ever.

compared to you, he’s just so big.

reo mikage:

loves fingering you till you’re a whiney mess.

eating you out from behind.

rin itoshi:

him just sucking in your boobs <3

he loves having you all dolled up so he can fuck you.

sae itoshi:

he loves how wet he makes you.

loves seeing your ass bounce as he pounds into you <3

isagi yoichi:

letting him use your thigh to get off <3

him making you squirt multiple times.

kaiser michael:

so pretty just for him

letting you jerk him off just for once.

hiori yo:

taking his frustration out on you after losing a ranked match.

cutely fucking you <3

chigiri hyoma:

just making love to you <3

fucking you so fast and making you squirt.

kunigami rensuke:

he’s so big <3

stretching your cute ass with his giant cock <3

shidou ryusei:

face fucking you <3

playing with your ass as he fucks your cunt.

bachira meguru:

using a dildo to make you squirt <3

fucking you so mean

just something quick for yallll

idk if u guys wld wanna be tagged so i will not tag ☺️.

[shigikaji]

[rose-nympho]

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

[rinsnumber1fan]

When they accidently hit you...

Includes: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, isagi yoichi, Michael kaiser

Itoshi Rin:

He was just looking for his book that he left on the top shelf, just to make sure that you don't steal it and hide it to annoy him.

You stood right by his side where he had his arm stretched all the way up to the top shelf on his room to find the book. "Rin, I feel like eating some Chinese food today-" you said, fidgeting as you stood by his side.

He gave you a side long glance and grabbed the book, and when he tried to put his arms back to his side, his elbow hit your face.

His eyes widened immidiently and he panicked, "a-are you okay?!" He said, looking down at you who covered your face and winced in pain.

Rin quickly looked to his left and right as if something were to appear and he quickly stepped back, "I'll go get you some-" you grab his hand, "that was... amazing."

Rin blinked..

"What?" He asked as if hoping you didn't mean what you said.

You pulled your hand away from your nose which felt broken because of his elbow, "that was... amazing, do it again." You said with a slight head tilt.

"You.. want me to- to.. hit you..?" He asked as if in confusion.

"Yeah but like really mean it!"

"Nope, no. I'm not doing this-"

He tried to run away and you captured him. Hugging him from behind, "I always knew getting hit by you would be amazing-" his cheeks turn red and he almost dies.

Itoshi sae:

Sae was at a party and he was allowed to bring one person and he bought you the only one he could tolerate.

Sae stood in the main area filled with glitter and RGB lights trying not to interact but these girls were making it pretty difficult for him..

You stood by his side trying your best to be professional while a bunch of girls throw themselves at him bacically.

The blonde twirls her hair, "so you're good at working with balls huh? Me too... kinda.." she tilts her head. It didn't take a genius to recognize what she was trying to say. You kept your mouth zipped but then a few other girls join in.

"Did you know im the shortest girl in this party?"

"I heard you like athletic women! Well I can play with balls too."

Your eye visibly twitched. Sae didn't really say anything just stared off in space with an irritated frown on his face.

But when he feels one of the girls resting her head on his shoulder,

He feels disgusting.

He puts a hand on that woman's head and pushes her off of him harshly.

"Don't you ever fucking dare to-" he immidiently regrets it, noticing the person he just pushed was you.

You looked up at him and he paused and froze for a moment his eyes remained wide, "im sorry- i- didnt-" you licked your bottom lip. "Uh no.. sorry I shouldve.. considered you were already overwhelmed by the-" he grabs your face gently and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"If I ever do that ever again, just kill me, okay?" Sae says, looking at you dead in the eye but more emotion than he's ever shown before.

He's just that scared of hurting someone he loves.

Michael Kaiser:

"Okay and how many times do I have to explain it for your dumb little brain to understand that-" "HEY IM NOT DUMB!" You shouted as kaiser sighed, glancing at all the notebooks and books scattered over your desk.

"You want tutoring, and I'm giving you tutoring. so, stop being lazy and hurry up and solve it." He pressed the pen against the paper roughly.

You pouted and reluctantly grab the pen from his hands, starting to solve the whole problem. "I've been at it for five hours-" "just five hours? I practice soccer for 15 hours every day."

You blinked at the man.

"There's no way you actually-"

"Shut it-"

You obliged and continued.

You got the same problem wrong after like three tries and once again now.

Kaisers brow twitched, "how many times do I have to-" he accidently held your arm a bit too tightly, losing control of his anger.

You winced in pain.

He paused for a moment and quickly let go, he didn't apologize though. Not untill you pouted and your voice was wobbling and your eyes had tears in them. Kaiser sighed in annoyance, or feigning annoyance "are you kidding.. me..?" He glanced at you and for a moment felt a pang in his heart.

"You hurt me!" You announced, although it didn't hurt at all you just wanted to make a show because you loved making kaiser feel bad.

"I didn't even do it that hard!! Okay.. fine.. I'm sorry.." He murmured, grabbing your hand in his and planting a kiss over your knuckles. "Pretty?" He tilts his head and you pouted, only to kiss his cheek back

And then give him the best head ever later.

Isagi yoichi:

Isagi was alone, or so he thought. Watching a movie late at night, a horror one thinking he needed a change, and then you sneaked up behind him. You placed a hand on his shoulders and shouted "BOO!"

The moment his hand collided with your face you knew it was over.

He slapped rhe shit out of you and threw you down to the floor.

Leaving a red print on your cheek.

"Oh my God! You scared the life out of me!! A-are you okay?!" Isagi yelled as he glanced at you on the floor.

You totally deserved it but isagi wasn't the type to admit that.

You lift yout head slowly and smile at him with blood running down your nose. "OH MY GOD!! IM TAKING YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!!!" He grabs you and runs.

"I-isagi wait!! Its no- I'm fine!!"

And you had to get nose surgery after that.

Happy ending

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[shidoglazer]

virgin!reader with a newly found breeding kink x experienced kaiser please please please (im actually sabrina carpenter)

first time

michael kaiser smut mdni breeding kink dumbification

rough sex degradation ＠shidoglazer

you weren’t the one to watch porn, let alone have weird fetishisation or kinks. you were inexperienced, nothing more then getting off at your fingers whenever you were pent up. but one day, when you were scrolling through twitter, you came across a video that for some reason, ignited a spark in you. a man pounding ruthlessly into a girl much smaller than him. then at the end, he’d pick up the phone and flash the girls glistening hole, buckets of cum leaking out of it. shit, you were feeling your clit throb after it.

you were imagining that with your boyfriend— kaiser, him just pinning you down to the bed while he oozes warm, thick cum into your hole without end. you kept rewatching the video with a pillow in between your legs, grinding against it softly.

this went on for days. touching yourself to the thought of kaiser cumming in you, filling your hole with warmth until the only thing you could think about when you were with him was him breeding you. eventually, after a few more weeks of craving him and enduring your urges, you finally snapped.

“..misha?” your head perked into his bedroom as he quickly paused whatever he was watching, turning his head over to your direction and stretching an arm out. “hm? cmover here. what is it?” you quickly scrambled to his side, sitting on one of his thighs as you fiddled with the fabric of your shirt, hesitating.

“i,, wanna try “breeding”, misha,, i know it’s embarrassing but,”

“ah ah ah.” he cut you off. “not embarrassing at all, sweets. tell me, d’you know what breeding means? what else do you wanna try other than breeding?” he sounded more intrigued than you did.

“um well.. it means when the man.. finishes in the girl, right? i don’t wanna try anything else.. just that.” you spoke timidly, as if he’d start laughing at you at any given second, which wouldn’t be surprising considering the type of person he was. but he didn’t, instead, he cupped your cheek and placed a kiss on your lips, one so tender, so gentle-

“hah, what a naughty fucking girl.”

(missionary)

“misha, i ccan’t! t’big, t’big!” you squirmed out underneath him. he was barely in halfway and yet just the tip of him was making you whimper like an idiot!

“mhm? my cocks too big for your little hole? shh, its okay, sweets. take it easy, its your first.” he leaned down to your level and placed tender kisses against your temple, his other hand trailing up to your cheek to wipe away the tears that threatened to fall. “i know its hard, it’s hurts doesn’t it? michas got’ya. just a little more, mkay? can you do that?” and despite your hole being split open in half, you nodded in agreement. how could you not when he was being so gentle with you? it was just a little more, just like he said!-

“misha!! yyy-ou said jus a little!” much to your horror, he’s slammed his whole length into you. you were shaking, arching your back, trying to kick him off, whimpering all while his face was plastered with that stupid grin of his. and the worst thing was, it felt so fucking good.

“shuuush. don’t you want misha to breed your little cunt? thats what you wanted right? how do you want me to cum in you if you don’t let me put the whole thing in?” kaiser whispered beside your ear. of course, he wasn’t so mean that he wouldn’t wait for his girl to adjust to his length, he was huge and he knew it. “bbaby, move, please?.” you mumbled out, giving him the “go” signal

“mhm. gonna breed ya, kay?” he moved his hips backwards and slammed back into you, ripping a moan out of your throat.

“gonna make you a mama, kaay?” he slammed into you again.

“gonna ruin this pussy for everyone else, you like the sound of that? ” and again.

“gonna fuck you til you can’t cum without me.” he placed a kiss on your neck before starting to jackhammer his cock into your velvety walls, your arousal and his pre coating his dick that made wet, sticky and slicked noises whenever he slipped in and out.

“ffuck, y’hear that, sweets? your pussy loves my cock.” you were beyond saving at this point, reduced to a whimpering mess and a wet hole for him to use. your brain was practically mush as he kept pounding into you, the pleasure overtaking all your senses. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth fell agape but no sounds came out, your body completely limp under his touch; allowing him to move you into any positions he wanted ..

one of his hands trailed up to your cheeks and slapped it lightly, not enough to sting but enough to snap you back into reality. “look at me, dirty whore. you gonna cum soon? feel your pussy clenching around me like a fuckin life line.” his hand gripped on your jaw, squishing your cheeks together, forcing you to look at him straight in the eye.

“g-gwona chhuumm,, miisshaa,, bwreed me, please!” your words came out muffled and slurrish from how hard he was gripping your face. kaiser let out a chuckle, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss. “yeah baby? dirty fuckin’slut wants me to breed her?” you nodded dumbly to his words, your hands reaching to the bedsheets to grip onto them as leverage, fearing you’d fall off the bed if he continued to fuck into you so hard.

kaiser let go of your face and held onto your hips, steadying himself before starting to slam into you again without hesitation or mercy. his orgasm slowly crept up, causing him to curse under his breath. “shiiit, gonna cum, gonna breed you, g’na- fuck! take it!” both of you reached your orgasms, kaiser held onto your hips and pulled you closer then before as a sea of his cum filled your hole with warm stickiness, mixing with your arousal.

he fell limp against you, still trying to bury his dick further into you as if you’d escape if he didn’t. after a brief moment of silence, both of you came down from your highs slowly as he gently pulled out of you, pulling you up to embrace your body in his broad arms, caressing any patch of skin he could find.

“liebe. you still with me? you ‘kay?” “hnn..” “good.”

★ masterlist

[narcjsistx]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐄𝐖... | sae, kaiser, rin

plot: you get mentioned in one of their interviews, and he's sooo in love with you <3

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

— sae itoshi

That Sae didn't like interviews was a well known thing, even the journalists were a little worried when they discovered they had to interview him: although he was a prodigy, a talent never seen in years and years of soccer, he was objectively a thorn in the side, acidic and lethal in words as he was with his shots in the penalty area. All the journalists who had dealt with the Japanese prodigy could say, with absolute certainty, that a slap or being fired was less annoying

And today was no exception. ReAl had just won a very important Spanish cup, but one that Sae didn't actually know much about. They simply told him to be himself, and so he did: the result was a landslide victory against the Venezuelan team, 7-1. The match had been over for less than half an hour and he had already been surrounded by journalists, whom he had pushed away with little courtesy as he headed towards the locker room. But one journalist had insisted more than the others, and with a sigh, the boy had dedicated 5 minutes of his time to him

"Exciting victory today, isn't it? Spain had been aiming for this cup for years but they only won it when you had a place in the team" says the journalist, microphone pointed towards Sae. A man, a little further away, held a video camera on his shoulder, pointed towards them. Sae nods, turning away when he swears he hears someone call out to him in a familiar voice. The reporter continues talking, but Sae pays no attention: that voice sounded so familiar

"So that's a yes?" the reporter says, the microphone still pointed towards him. Sae doesn't even know what question he asked him, but the mere fact that he's still here trying to get information out of him bothers him. "What?" he asks raising an eyebrow, and before the reporter even says it, Sae knows it's about you

“Your girlfriend isn't here today, which is strange considering she's always present at your games, even when they're out of town” the reporter says, probably repeating the words he asked him earlier. Sae isn't even surprised by the question, he already knows what he wants to ask him and mentally thanks himself for not answering with 'yes' at the previous question "Is this a sign that you've broken up? There have been rumors for a while that the feeling between you two is over-"

"No. We have not broken up and at the moment, and even in the future, the option is not in mind for either of us" says the boy without thinking for two seconds, taking the edge of the microphone with one hand, so that his words they arrive very straight. The journalist is surprised

Today, for the first time since you've been together, you couldn't come to his game. You actually haven't seen each other in a while, at least a month, and all the speculation that you had broken up had reached Sae's ears. Everything seemed to fit, the perfect breakup after years of a perfect relationship and a wedding ring on the line that Sae had offered you months ago. Everything seemed to coincide with the end of one of the most talked about relationships of the moment

But the reality is that simply, for university reasons, you had to move to Italy for a few months. Sae often came to you, but couldn't stay for whole days due to training... and so, for just over a month, you hadn't seen each other. If the truth wasn't known, you would actually look like a couple who hated each other by now

“Would you tell us more about all the evidence that has been circulating for over a month?” asks the journalist, and the boy already knows in his mind that the interview will not end well if this damned journalist continues to be so interested in something that does not concern him

Sae sighs. He knows that, from your temporary home in Italy, you are watching him. He knows well that every word he is saying you are listening to him. And it's time to make things clear once and for all,or he thinks he's going crazy

"Y/n and I haven't broken up, it's not on our minds and wedding preparations are currently underway. I hate when people seem so interested in something that actually has nothing to do with them, but I understand that it's your job and that's why I'm holding back from going harder on it" says Sae in one breath "My future wife and I don't have anything remotely negative in mind for our relationship, so if you would do me the favor of mentioning her only when there really is a reason, I would be happy" says Sae, and the journalist is suddenly understanding why all his colleagues had told him to stay away from the Japanese prodigy "So, if you really have questions for me about my performance today, I'll try to answer. Otherwise, bye" he says, handing the microphone back to the man, who takes it completely speechless

The camera shows him leaving, hiding the journalist who is still speechless. The camera zoom focuses on the background of Sae's phone, which appears for a few seconds when the boy takes the phone while heading towards the locker room. A photo of you and him cheek to cheek stands out, a small smile breaking across the boy's face as you laugh. With only this proof alone, literally everybody could definitively say that you didn't break up

— micheal kaiser

Micheal was now used to interviews. Since he had actually become someone, someone relegated to Germany's biggest soccer club, interviews had become an everyday thing, like brushing his teeth or kicking the ball as hard as he could during training. He was good looking, he had charisma, he was definitely one of the most pleasant to interview on his team. If the interviewer was a woman he would crack a few jokes, something to make things more interesting. It was objectively flirting with them, but since you had officially become his girlfriend, he had put a stop to these things, out of respect for you

The room was well furnished, he was sitting on a sofa placed in front of the large windows, which gave a view of the great metropolis of Hamburg. You were with him, sitting behind the cameras on a chair placed there at random. He had insisted to the producers that you appear next to him during the interview, but it wasn't possible. His nose was still a little crooked knowing that they got you that beat up chair by sheer luck. You were his empress, the respect they had for him they had to give to you too, and it hadn't happened

He knew that you didn't really care that much, but your respect was something that, at least in front of him, they couldn't miss. But making a fuss just for this didn't seem right at the moment, at most he would have done it after finishing the interview

A woman enters the room, probably only a few years older than him, in her thirties. She looked familiar, and he wasn't sure why he had a bad feeling. The woman approaches, sitting on one of the armchairs next to him. They could have changed your chair for that armchair, why hadn't they done it?

"It's a real pleasure for me to interview you again. It's been a long time since the first time!" the woman says smiling, and from there Micheal finally understands why he felt like he knew her: a few years ago, before he even met you, he did an interview with this woman. The video had gone viral not for the questions, but for the way it was obvious the two of them were flirting with each other. Not that Micheal was really interested, it was just a habit before he met you

Before he can even say anything, a producer announces the start of the interview. The woman smiles at the camera, giving a brief introduction before moving on to a few questions: they are all things related to soccer, Bastard Munchen and the next match against Italy, which will take place in a few weeks. Micheal relaxes his nerves a little to see that nothing has to do with his private life, and turns around to see you from time to time. You smile softly at him, nodding as a sign that he's going well, really everything is going well

But Kaiser relaxed too soon, unfortunately. "Sooo, the internet world has been wondering this for a while... and now seems like the right opportunity to ask it! We're done with soccer questions anyway, right?" the woman says, chuckling, placing a stack of notes on a nearby table, picking up another. Kaiser tilts his head, and for a moment, he thinks these are the usual questions related to his relationship. Nothing new

"Our first interview was four years ago, when you weren't even dating yet. The internet world wondered for a long time if we were together!" the woman says, with a look that Kaiser recognizes: hoe. He turns to you and for a moment he reads some confusion on your face "The interview went so viral that everyone really thought it was a way to reveal our relationship to the world. But it didn't go that way, unfortunately" says the woman

If he wasn't live nationally and if the interviewer wasn't a woman, he would have already crushed her face with his fist. With what logic does she talk about something like that in front of you, his girlfriend? Where's the fucking respect they're supposed to give you but are lacking in every possible way? Everything is going wrong

“It sure would have been a fun thing to do and-” the woman says speaking casually, but the guy interrupts her “Schatz, could you come over here for a sec?” Kaiser says, shifting his attention solely to you, who finds yourself perplexed for a moment. He's breaking every rule possible, but he doesn't care. If he wants you next to him on national live broadcast, the producers will make you stand next to him on national live broadcast

You get up from the chair a little scared, walking among the producers who mentally and not curse Kaiser. You pass the woman who, with an annoyed look, stares at you. With slightly shaky legs you sit next to Micheal, who immediately grabs you putting his arm around your shoulders, pushing your hip against his. You try to smile as best you can in front of the camera, which records everything. Kaiser squeezes your shoulder slightly, and then turns his face back towards the camera "I don't rule out that that interview made me go viral everywhere for months and months, increasing my fame" says the boy "But my behavior was a bit wrong at the time, I was definitely giving attention to people who shouldn't have been..." says Micheal, and while you try to hold back a laugh, the interviewer opens her paralyzed mouth

Kaiser chuckles at the situation, then continues "The attention that I used to give to random people is now received by her, who deserves it all. The mere fact that she accompanies me everywhere is a valid reason to love her, right?" the boy says, squeezing your shoulder again, and you smile in love "She is simply better. It's not even a competition, because she would win before even starting. Maybe if my girlfriend had been the interviewer that time I would say differently now! Maybe I would have already married her, who knows" Kaiser says, and you tilt your head against his shoulder, leaning on him like you always do. You're so damn in love with him

If the producers and interviewer failed to give you respect behind the scenes and also with annoyance, Kaiser will make sure to prove your worth in front of the whole Germany

— itoshi rin

If there was one thing that distinguished Rin from his teammates, it was the ability to turn each of his interviews into a future edit that would become popular on all social media. He was famous, damn famous, every scene of his was edited by millions of people every day. His interviews, for his fans, were the best opportunity to make scenes about him

And since you had been dating, for a few years now, you had suffered more or less the same treatment as Rin. You often appeared in his interviews, you were loved by his fan base, and the edits about you that went as viral as those of your beloved boyfriend

"...the Australian defense this time had to face a much better prepared Japan than last match" says the interviewer, the microphone held out towards Rin. A match has just ended, obviously won by Japan: Rin is still sweaty, his legs slightly weak from running for practically the entire duration of the match. But he's not sick, he's simply tired and he just wants to kiss you

Of course you came to his game, taking a seat in the VIP section of the players' families. It's a habit that, as soon as the match is over, he comes to the VIP section to kiss you, but this time he couldn't: the journalists completely captured him, making it impossible to even move a few meters

"Yes. We decided to change the defense to prepare for Australia's top scorer, who couldn't do anything this time compared to previous matches" Rin replies disinterestedly, looking for you. There are just so many people, so many players or interviewers, but where the hell are you? Didn't something happen to you?

"It must also be said that Japan no longer has any problems in terms of strikers since you joined as an honorary member of the team" says the interviewer, and Rin nods without actually thinking much about what they told him. He just has a strange feeling, he doesn't understand why he isn't seeing you when it's never been difficult for him to find you in a crowd of people

"Any projects in mind at the moment? On a soccer level or on a personal level?" the interviewer asks, but Rin stops hearing him when, a few meters away from him, he sees you: you're a little lost, your gaze curious while you were probably looking for him too. It makes him somewhat tender to see you like this, but he is happy to know that all his doubts about whether something had happened to you are false

"Mr. Itoshi?" the man asks, but Rin takes a few steps forward, not enough to disappear from the camera lens, to signal to you that he's there. It doesn't take you long to notice, running like a little girl in his direction, hugging him as you wrap your arms around his neck, while he places his hands on your hips. "I couldn't find you!" you say laughing, holding onto your boyfriend who holds you close to him "It's the journalists' fault" Rin whispers, leaving a kiss on your cheek before remembering that he's in the middle of an interview. He turns just enough to see that the camera is now perfectly directed towards you, immortalizing the romantic moment between Japan's number one striker and his beautiful girlfriend. The edits will be crazy this time

You notice that the camera is pointed towards you, and a little embarrassed you try to smile without revealing the hint of discomfort "I'll be back later?" you say to your boyfriend, who before you can even finish the sentence, shakes his head as he grabs your wrist "No. You're coming too" he says walking back towards the station, squeezing your wrist affectionately. You follow him, a little embarrassed but it wasn't the first time it happened, so you had gotten used to it

Rin returns to his seat, his arm around your waist ignoring the fact that he almost slipped out of an interview. You stand next to him, your arm behind his back, smiling at the man who now knows both of them "Were you saying?" Rin asks, returning to the interview questions

"Oh, yeah yeah... any projects in mind at the moment? On a soccer level or on a personal level?" the interviewer asks again

Rin thinks about it for a moment. The plans are actually there. He must still become the best of the best, climb to the top and lead Japan to be the strongest team in the world. It simply has yet to break some of its limitations

But there are also other projects. He has to decide when to use that ring he bought more than a few months ago. He must understand when to kneel down and definitely ask you to become Miss Itoshi, his wife. These are mainly his most important projects at the moment

"I still have a lot to do, Japan has to become the most important and strongest team in the world, and maybe I will take on the role of team captain. On a personal level though... I don't know, I just want to continue what I already doing for a while… making her happy every day” Rin says, and you can swear you feel your heart explode

Your boyfriend isn't a big talker, you knew this even before we got together. But the facts speak, and he is doing exactly what he says: every day he makes you happy, and you couldn't be more grateful. His words may seem like nothing, but they mean a lot to you. You simply love him. The interviewer smiles. You turn to Rin and he leans down slightly to kiss you on the nose, making you giggle while the cameras film you

Maybe Rin could use that ring tonight, maybe?

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❤︎ ໋𓈒 losing your virginity to kaiser !

when you told kaiser you were a virgin, he was slightly amused. you were inexperienced, and nervous, which is why you pushed off having sex for so long in case you did something wrong or if it just didn’t go well. but after a while, when you shyly told him you wanted him to be the one to take your virginity, he stroked your cheek and grinned, “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

he laid you back on his bed and stripped slowly, more to show off than anything. your eyes darted down, widening slightly when he tugged his pants low. he caught your stare, and with that stupid grin plastered on his face again, leaned down and said, “i’ll make it fit, don’t worry your dumb little head about it.”

but you were a virgin, so kaiser knew he had to prep you. he used one hand to dip between your thighs, easing them apart as his fingers slid along your folds, rubbing circles on your clit. “you’re already so wet, hm…”

and when he finally pushed in, filling you to the brim, he was buried so deep inside that it felt like you couldn’t breathe. plus, he was big, and it was your first time, so you needed a minute to adjust, but it didn’t seem he could handle being so patient since he started moving rather quickly,

you whimpered, feeling him stretch out your virgin cunt as you cried, “ah—micha, please, please, s’too much—hurts—hahhh—!"

but kaiser only gripped your hips tighter as you squirmed desperately underneath him, although he had you pinned down, pounding you into the mattress. “you said you wanted it, hm," he purred. "now look at you, crying all pretty for me."

your fingers dug into his shoulders. “i do—i want it, want you—but i can’t—fuck—can’t handle it, micha—”

“yes, you can,” he groaned, picking up the pace just enough to make you whine. “this is what you were made for, isn’t it? for me to fuck you stupid?”

"hnnghh—ah!—m’gonna cum," you whined, voice high pitched and desperate, "micha, it’s too good—feels so good..”

“dumb girl loves my cock, huh?” he laughed, feeling your walls clench around him so tightly. your body arched up, eyes rolling back, lips parted in a perfect little cry as you came all over him, and you couldn’t even deny what he said. despite it being your first time, you think you’re going to become addicted to this.

you were whining so shamelessly now, drool slick at the corners of your lips, tears slipping down your cheeks as you came down from your high, shaking and crying.

“such a good girl,” he whispered, kissing your temple as he rutted into you sloppily, chasing his own release. “so pretty when you cry. all f’me, hah.”

you were gasping, barely able to keep your eyes open, and body still twitching from the orgasm he just pulled out of you. but he only brushed a strand of hair off your face and leaned down next to your ear, eyes glittering with hunger as he whispered, “now, be good okay? ‘m gonna breed you now, sweetheart.”

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Blue Lock characters and the pretty interviewer

Pairings. Blue Lock character x reader

Starring.//Isagi Yoichi//Bachira Meguru //Itoshi Rin//Michael Kaiser//

Tags. fluff//future fic//interview

Isagi Yoichi

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Nervous mess all the way

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Stammers when asked questions

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Keeps stealing glances at you, but it's literally so obvious, it's painful

"So, Isagi-san, what did you think of today's match's outcome?" You asked, turning to him.

Isagi , who had been silently glancing at you, flinched, his eyebrows shooting upwards, cheeks turning an adorable pink.

"Uh... me?" He pointed at himself, looking very much like a dear caught in clear daylight.

"Yes, you." You chuckled.

At your slight laughter, Isagi went even more red.

"Oh... uh, it was great. Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

When you inclined your head to continue, Isagi 's mind went blank.

He blurted, "I think you're really pretty."

You shot him a confused look.

"UH, I mean, the match went pretty. Pretty well." He poorly corrected himself.

You eyed him amusedly. "Oh? Care to share some of your insight for your adoring fans?"

"My... insight?" Isagi repeated, a little breathless.

Because it was warm. Because he was warm. From the match.

(The match had already concluded three hours prior).

"Uhm... there were some really good... uh... plays." Isagi answered, stealing a glance at you, only to see that you were already looking at him.

His eyes widened, darting away. "And... uh..." What the hell was he even talking about? "Rin had some nice saves."

"Rin?" You tilted your head, "He wasn't in today's match, was he?"

"Oh! Oh." Isagi's lips parted, his eyes flicking from left to right to come up with an answer.

"Uh... I meant... he would have made a few good saves if he were in the game. You know... with uhm..." He faltered.

You nodded at him, beckoning him to continue, eyes attentively set on him. Isagi swallowed arduously.

His throat ran dry. Isagi coughed.

The silence stretched on.

He had to answer, now.

But with what? Rin with... with what?!

You were still looking at him, eyes expectant and so pretty-

"Pretty eyes." Isagi blurted out.

You frowned, confusion on your face. "Pretty eyes?"

Isagi went bright red. He could hear Bachira next to him shaking, doing a poor job of concealing his gleeful cackles at Isagi's predicament.

"Uh... did I say pretty eyes?" Isagi chuckled. It was strained and awkward.

"What I meant to say was... uh... predator's vision? Like when... when your vision of the field becomes really limited, you know?" He finished rather lamely.

"...Yeah." You slowly nodded your head, eyeing him with a mix of befuddlement and concern.

Then you turned to Bachira next to him, and Isagi could breathe a little bit easier. Though, his heartbeat didn't settle down, his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Keep it together, Isagi. He said to himself. He was a goddamn world class footballer. He didn't do nervosity.

He had faced off Itoshi Rin and survived.

He had led Japan to the World Cup and carved his name in the football world.

He had become the top striker of his generation.

There was no way he was going to start being nervous now.

But he still felt his heart doing a little jump every time you looked at him.

Bachira Meguru

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Just sits close to you, his eyes barely leaving you

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Thinks every question is directed at him

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗Is just one ball of sunshine, especially when your attention is on him

"So... Isagi-san, what is your opinion about how Japan has thus far fared in the World Cup?"

"Oh, well I think--"

"We're doing amazing! Did you see my super special dribble?" Bachira excitedly interjected.

"Dude." Isagi nudged him, an unimpressed expression on his face. "That was my question."

"Oh! Oh." Bachira deflated, sitting back again.

You chuckled. "Don't worry Bachira-san, you'll get the next one."

Bachira's eyes lit up at that, but they dwindled when you directed your attention on Isagi again.

Isagi began talking again. Bachira leaned back in his seat.

He bounced his leg impatiently, Isagi's thorough analysis on Japan's performance fading into the background.

Bachira's eyes flicked to yours, his bottom lip jutting out a little when you actually seemed captivated in Isagi's story.

Bachira eyed the two of you suspiciously, noting that Isagi was also sitting the closest to you.

Pursing his lips, Bachira stood up.

Isagi shot him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"This seat is uncomfortable. Can I sit there?"

Bachira pointed at Isagi.

You let out a snort. "You want to sit on Isagi's lap?"

Isagi guffawed, going bright red. "PR, PR!" He hissed at Bachira. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Move!" Bachira whispered back.

"Wait, what? Wha--" Isagi yelped as Bachira shoved him aside.

With a straight face, Bachira sat down, not even looking at Isagi, who was on the ground, mouth hanging wide open.

"Dude."

Bachira tactfully ignored Isagi, flashing you a bright grin, as if nothing had occurred in the past few seconds.

"You wanted to ask me a question?"

Itoshi Rin

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ He's really quiet during the interview, like, he'll answer questions, but just the bare minimum.

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Avoids eye contact like the plague, but he'll try to steal a look at you the moment your gaze is elsewhere

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ When he's caught looking, he'll freeze up, scowl fixed on his face. But if you look closely, you can see that the tips of his ears have turned a handsome red

"So, Rin-san, how did you think the match went?"

Rin's face was stoic, looking at the cement wall behind you.

"...It went well."

"You've scored a magnificent goal during the game, how did you pull that off?"

"...Just predicting the game and being in the right position."

Rin sighed, glancing to the side. Looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.

A tense silence fell.

You coughed, forcing a strained smile on your face.

"Rin." Isagi made a face at him. Rin raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled awkwardly, shuffling your cards. Were there any questions left?

With the way Rin had curtly and concisely answered the questions, you had rushed through the interview, with no more inquiries at hand.

It was clear Rin wasn't in the mood to field any questions: clear avoidance of direct eye contact, standoffish demeanour, and closed-off answers.

They were all tell-tale signs that Rin was itching to just leave.

You sighed, heart sinking in your chest.

You had been hoping to hold this interview with Rin since months now, being an avid admirer of his intricate playstyle and his tactics on the field.

However, it seemed that the sentiment wasn't returned.

"Well, I guess we'll wrap it up for today," You said, hiding the disappointment in your voice.

You looked up from your cards to say goodbye to both Isagi and Rin.

Your eyes met teal, irridescent ones.

Rin's eyes were dazed, a soft edge to them. A stark contrast to the cold look in them during the interview.

You tilted your head curiously.

Noticing you looking, Rin's eyebrows rose. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a flustered look flashing in them, lips parting slightly.

He looked away, jaw tensed, and the moment was over.

Your eyebrows went high, intrigue welling up.

...Or maybe the sentiment was returned.

It was in the minute details, you assumed.

When Isagi nudged Rin playfully, shooting a knowing grin his way, which maybe meant Rin tolerated you, that was only an assumption.

When Rin's ears turned a lovely red when he looked at you, that was also only an assumption.

But when you shook Rin's hand, and looked him in the eye, that was only confirmation.

Michael Kaiser

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Flirts. Charms. Is not professional at all. "Accidentally" lets diminutives slip.

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Either answers questions about himself in a cocky manner, or is the one asking you the questions.

"So, Kaiser, in the last match, you managed to pull off a move called the "Magnus Impact", how did you do that?"

"Well..." Kaiser said, a confident quirk to his lips, "It's an unparalleled move of mine, and it paid off." He answered simply.

Then, he shifted, leaning his head on his arm, his eyes shooting to yours. "But what about you? How did you pull off that good look of yours?"

You choked.

"Wha--?" Your eyes went wide, spluttering.

Excuse me?"

Kaiser leaned in, his finger brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"I know that my Magnus Impact is based off on my pure talent. I'm guessing your lovely look is natural, too, no?"

"Oh-- uhm..." You didn't know what to say. "I... guess?"

Kaiser hummed, leaning back in his seat again. "Thought so."

When the proximity between you two lessened, you let out a breath, quickly fixing your eyes on your question paper.

However, unbeknownst to you, Kaiser was still looking at you, eyes roaming over your features, a pensive expression on his face.

"Though, why did you choose to pursue this interview career of yours? You could've easily made the highway, Schätzchen."

"Huh?" Your head shot up from your cards.

"Mhm... lovely smile, natural blush, mesmerising eyes. And above all, a charming personality." Kaiser winked at you.

"Oh... uhm, I--" Didn't know what to answer. "Thanks?"

Kaiser let out a handsome chuckle, pushing the bangs out of his face. "Liebe, no need to thank me for your attractiveness, I'm only calling attention to the objective facts."

Your face went red.

"Though, if I might share my subjective opinion," Kaiser said, voice teetering on low.

"I'd say you're the prettiest girl I've ever met." His voice was barely above a whisper, a teasing edge to it.

The air was punched out of your lungs.

What in the Wattpad was happening?

"Uhm..." You cleared your throat. "While I do appreciate your compliments about my... looks, let's keep it professional, shall we?"

Kaiser smiled slightly, before nodding. "Whatever the lady wants. Fire away any questions you want to ask." The corners of his lips quirked upwards.

You inclined your head, shuffling through your cards.

Kaiser tilted his head,chancing a glance at your cards, an amused undertone to his voice. "Though, only professional ones."

A flush overtook your features.

The rest of the interview went swimmingly.

Kaiser expressed in detailed display his opinion and was consistent in his answers, so it came as no surprise that you could wrap up your interview early.

"Well, that went fast." You said in a surprised tone.

You stuck out your hand. "Thank you so much for your time, Kaiser."

A smile played on Kaiser's lips. "The pleasure was all mine."

You turned around to leave, but fingers gently clasped around your wrist, lightly tugging you back.

You came face to face with Kaiser.

"Oh... hi?"

"Hi." He said softly. "You have some time left?"

You checked your watch. You had a break scheduled now, so yeah.

You nodded.

Kaiser sat back down, gesturing for you to do the same.

Obliging, you retook your seat, a confused look in your eyes.

Kaiser leaned back in his chair.

You eyed him, puzzled.

"Well?" Kaiser tilted one eyebrow. "Don't tell me you don't have any questions for me, miss Journalist."

"...questions?" You repeated.

A handsome grin flitted on Kaiser's lips, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on your cards.

"I... alright, but I'll have to go in an hour." You conceded, not wanting to pass up on this opportunity.

Kaiser tilted his head. "Whatever the lady wants. Fire away any question you have."

Your eyes widened, giving him an inquiring look.

"...unproffesional ones are allowed, too." Kaiser drawled.

Your face went up in flames.

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