kaiserotica

[kaiserotica]

♫ .. “ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵… “ ★ . •° .

ılıılı men who kiss your scars like a vow

gojo, nanami, choso (jujutsu kaisen), aki (chainsaw man), dazai, chuuya, fyodor (bungou stray dogs), levi, eren - season 4 (attack on titan), chrollo, illumi (hunter x hunter), sanemi, giyuu (demon slayer), zhongli (genshin impact), jing yuan (honkai: star rail), sae, kaiser (blue lock)

they don't ask how you got them right away. these men notice the scars, but they wait - until you're ready. they never flinch, never look away. there's no pity in their eyes - only something quiet and intense, like they want to earn the right to be close to those parts of you.

when they do touch them, it’s careful. rough hands suddenly go soft. fingers that can crush or kill barely brush the skin. it’s a contrast that breaks your heart a little - how someone so dangerous to the world treats you like glass.

they kiss the worst ones first. not out of fascination, but recognition. they start with the ones that scare you - the ones you’re sure will make them pull away. but they don’t. they kiss them slowly, like they’re saying “this didn’t make you any less lovable.”

they get quietly protective. after seeing them, they carry the knowledge like a secret weapon. anyone who hurt you? anyone who dares mock those marks? you’ll never see them again - and he’ll never admit he had anything to do with it.

each scar is like a story only he gets to read. sometimes, during quiet nights, he traces them with his fingertips as you fall asleep. not to fix them. not to change them. but to let you know that he knows - and he’s still here.

he kisses them like a ritual. before bed. after a fight. in the middle of making love. his lips brush over your scars like it’s second nature - like he’s grounding you. or maybe grounding himself, reminding you both that you're still alive, and still together.

you catch him looking at them with that look. that look he gets when he’s thinking too much. eyes soft. brows slightly furrowed. you ask if something’s wrong. he always answers with a kiss - and something like “no. just thinking how beautiful you are.”

he never lets you talk about them like they ruined you. call yourself broken and you’ll see his expression darken - not in anger at you, but at the idea that someone made you feel like that. his voice is sharp, serious: “you’re still whole to me. always will be.”

he lets you touch his scars too. whether they’re physical or emotional, he’s not afraid to show them to you. there’s an unspoken agreement: you love the ruined parts of each other, and that’s what makes it real.

the first time you cry in front of him over them, he holds you. no words. just strong arms, steady hands, warm lips on ruined skin. you feel him shake, just a little. not out of fear - but because he’s furious that anyone hurt something he now calls his.

[kaiserotica]

making bracelets with michael kaiser . . .

"wow. you're really bad at this." you said, your voice laced with shock. you guys had started making the bracelets two hours ago, yet kaiser wasn't even halfway done yet! you, on the other hand, had already made two different bracelets. he seemed to be focusing on getting the string of the bracelet into the tiny hole in the bead— but would fail to do so every time.

he put his unfinished bracelet down, as he sighed. "why is this so hard anyway? i kind of regret letting you choose what to do for our date." you glared at him, making him put his hands up like a criminal caught by the police. "you were the one who said you were bored of going to cafés for dates! plus, you said we could do whatever i wanted us to do!" you yelled, getting a little more upset.

he merely grunted, already regretting his decision. perhaps he'd be better off training and honing his skills rather than doing this... waste of time activity. but he couldn't bring himself to get up and leave. why? because you were with him, and every second with you was more precious than any trophy, than any goal. he was afraid he wouldn't have any more time to spend it with you like this.

"alright, alright. how about we make one together, since i'm so bad at this?" your eyes lit up. that was the question you've been waiting for. the chance to make your romance bloom even more. you immediately took the unfinished bracelet in your hands, as you guide him to the right ways of putting the beads in.

he couldn't take his eyes off the way your hands move when you show him how to put the beads in. your laughter when he kept failing lingered in his head. but... these weren't entirely unwelcome. in fact, it felt comforting. he felt like he finally had someone by his side.

perhaps, this was the reason why he had tried so hard to survive. to feel loved, to have someone to lean on, to spend his time with. someone to love.

“why does it look kind of ugly, though?” safe to say he went to bed with a suspiciously palm shaped mark on his face that night.

© kaiserotica , july 2025 .

note : i wrote this in like fifteen minutes ...

[kaiserotica]

just for a moment 𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

michael kaiser never thought that it'd come to this. it was all a game to him. a mere fling, just another person he planned on using to feed into his ego. to a person such as michael, this was foreign. him? falling in... love? no, no, no. he must've misunderstood his own feelings. but what else could the warmth blooming in his chest possibly mean?

at first, you were just another small time actor in a world that was meant to be his stage. you were only supposed to be there to satisfy him, to unconditionally follow him like the loyal subject he wanted you to be. however, you defied all the rules that he had set for you. you managed to get under his skin— hell, you even managed to worm your way into his guarded heart.

you certainly were different from the people he had met. you didn't look at him with a competitive spirit in your eyes like his rivals. you also didn't praise him mindlessly like his fans. you just saw him as... him. another human being, with a heart, with feelings. it was difficult for people to see beneath the facade that he had put up, but nonetheless, you did.

the feelings that he thought he had long buried deep in his heart started to resurface as he spent more time with you. the way you smile when you see him from afar, the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh at his lame jokes. the way you were there for him when he needed someone the most.

he was certain that he'd never be this cared for. would never feel the affection of others. would never be touched like he was the most fragile thing in the world. but you did. you said the words he had always wanted to hear, the very thing that he longed for since he was a young child.

“i love you, michael.”

that was more than enough to make his whole body feel like it was on fire. he swore up and down that he'd never be vulnerable with another being, but he simply couldn't help it at the moment. perhaps, just this once, just for this moment, he'd forget about everything but your love.

“i... love you too.”

©kaiserotica , july 2025 .