koalayoo

[koalayoo]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

michael kaiser x gn!reader

content: toxic! bf kaiser, hints of possessiveness, jealousy, insecurity, vague descriptions of his backstory, suggestive, spit kink, exhibitionism kinda, bro does not know how to show love healthily

author's note: tried guys, i couldn't get kaiser being sort of an ass out of my mind, he's a lot tamer than i wanted though. let's also not talk about how i've been gone for like a year.

wc. 1.5k

There was no pretending with Kaiser; he was toxic, and he wore it like a crown.

When you watched his games, you watched him hold himself on his pride. He had this look of self-assurance, a real “I know I’m better than you” stare that pierced those around him, opponents and teammates alike.

However, he was different with you.

Every minute that passed, every goal he scored, his gaze drifted to you. A miniscule lilt of his lips or smile of his eyes would catch your attention and you’d reciprocate all the same. And the reporters knew. Cameras would zoom in on the interaction between you two, commentators swooning over the one who managed to capture the Michael Kaiser’s heart. The man who lives off of the ethos of being the best. So when he scores the winning goal, it’s not a surprise when Kaiser and his teammates rejoice and the stadium bursts into celebration like a wildfire, human fireworks jumping for joy. The place was deafening and you felt electric. That was your man.

You and the other WAGs made your way onto the field. You adorned a copy of Kaiser’s shirt, signature 10 plastered on your back and the name Kaiser claiming your entire being. Congratulations were made to the other players as you scoured your way through the mass of people, trying to find your boyfriend, who stood in the centre of it all basking in the glory. He was surrounded by a throng and you found yourself second guessing everything for a minute.

There was Kaiser, renowned as a German prodigy and then there was you. A number of beautiful news women dressed to the nines stood next to him desperate for any word he would say for their channel. You saw his blue eyes land on you and he attempted to make his way over before being stopped by the same hoard of people. Same group of women attempting to press up next to him, rubbing up against his sweaty body, smelling his deep musky scent. 

You left.

To a different side of the field, away from the commotion, closer to other players but away nonetheless. It was times like this that you realised the disparity between you two. He was a god in the soccer world and you were some regular person that managed to capture his “cold, imperceptible” heart, or whatever the media wanted to paint. They knew how to be cruel too. 

“Kaiser Finds Love: Is This The End Of His Legacy?”

“Fans Label Michael Kaiser’s Girlfriend as a Gold Digger After Recent Scandal”

“Trouble in Paradise? Michael Kaiser and his Girlfriend Seem to be Calling it Quits”

Soccer fans hated you. You were ordinary. A sign that any one of them could have been Kaiser’s but he chose you. People hated it. You didn’t deserve the lavish life being Kaiser’s guaranteed: Michelin star restaurants, paid vacations, VIP treatment. You agreed, you didn’t deserve this. You lived the life of a woman who got it too good to be true and you’d come to the conclusion often that this life wasn’t meant to last. Kaiser was always going to leave you.

You shied away into yourself, continuing to praise and make small talk with the other guys to shield yourself from feelings of insecurity but Kaiser always knew best. Kaiser always knew how you felt and that fuelled his hubris. No one knew you like he did. That you felt inferior to him. That you needed him to feel good about yourself. When you felt an arm snake around your shoulder and pull you onto a firm, broad chest, you knew exactly who it was.

You looked up, met his eyes, and looked away just as fast. His face slowly creeped closer to yours, his face finding home in the crevice of your neck, his nose trailing against the skin behind your ear. He smirked.

“If you can’t handle the spotlight, then maybe you shouldn’t stand next to me.” Kaiser whispered mockingly into your ear.

You eyed him from the side, surprised. “I- I just…” You sigh, trying to put some distance between you both. “...got in my own head is all.” Your eyes wander down, hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

Kaiser chuckled, head leaning over your frame. “Is that so?” He teased in a sing-song manner. “Should get all up on mine.” He sneered, grabbing a strand of hair and playing with it, making you look up. You roll your eyes lightheartedly. “‘M joking baby, you know that.” 

You hum, looking back up at him, finally making eye contact that lasts longer than a millisecond. He smiles, looking less like a dick and more like your boyfriend. You want to smile back but then you feel the flashes of camera light around you, the bright white stadium lights seeming jarring and suddenly all your feelings of self doubt come back. He notices, like always, and laughs lightly holding no bite.

“Fuck… I love whenever you look at me like that,” He murmured, eyes squinting slightly as he takes you in. 

“Like what?”

“Like, that. With your self-consciousness, that stupidly meek look. Like I want anyone but you.”

It wasn’t hard to understand. You needed Kaiser more than he needed you. At least you thought that. But Kaiser knew what love was, and… what love wasn’t.

Love wasn’t his mom abandoning him as a child, love wasn’t his fathers palm making contact with his unmarred skin, love wasn’t his father howling anything but his name, love wasn’t the rugged, dingy house he grew up in with a scrawny blanket for comfort, love wasn’t the “work” his father made him do just to survive, love wasn’t contained in the fingers that wrapped around his own neck.

Love remained trapped in the shreds of leather in his childhood football, in the ink injected into his skin, entwined within the blue roses displayed against it. Love was the endurance he held, the will to continue to live. Love was the way you held him every night, how your fingers tugged against his blonde-blue hair to pull his head up, in which your lips softly met his when his mind began to wander.

Love was you.

But by god was Michael terribly woeful at showing it.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked away bashfully unsure whether to take that as something to appreciate. He grabs your fidgety hands and holds them in his. “You know, jealousy looks good on you but… devotion does too.” An eyebrow raised, your face showing your confusion. “Come on, you know what I mean. Show everyone you’re mine,” He leans in closer, his nose rubbing against yours affectionately. “and that maybe I’m yours.”

Cerulean eyes filled with a bit of insanity and hunger trail around you both. It didn’t take a genius to realise that when Kaiser’s mouth tilted up obnoxiously that everyone's eyes were on you. You stole a glance and saw large professional cameras and phones pointed in your direction. A part of you screams surely they weren’t aimed at you but for Kaiser to be showing this much affection in public? That turns your thoughts straight.

“Micha…” Your voice tried to warn affectionately, almost inaudibly. “We can’t…”

His hands grab you by your waist and press you against him. “Why can’t we? Can’t handle a little challenge?” He taunts. “Tsk, tsk, thought my girl was better than that.”

You place your hands against his hard chest, musculature felt beneath your finger tips that took years to cultivate. 

“I-” 

“You?” He lifts your hands to rest on his shoulders and leans in impossibly closer. “You think too much, that’s what.” His lips begin to graze against yours and you begin to blink slower, feeling an invigorating haze of heat begin to trail over your body with a gentle caress like a cloud drifting through you. 

“Live a little. Kiss me like you mean it, right here, right now. Let’s show everyone, hmm?”

He waits for you to move first, to show that you actually want it and when your eyes finally flutter close his warm lips capture yours in a soft kiss. It makes your mind feel misty. He amps up the pressure and pushes himself into you. Fingers dig presser indents into your hips. Hands trail onto his neck, and he notes how he likes these ones better. 

You’re distinctly aware of everyone in the stadium, quite certain you heard a few gasps and camera shutters in the distance. You wish you could say you didn’t care but you did and reluctantly pull away causing Kaiser to furrow his brows with a pout. He was tired of talking, tired from the game, tired of waiting. His calloused fingers gripped your chin sharply, causing you to look up at him.

“Open.” He commanded.

You knew exactly what was happening. 

Hesitant. Nervous. Inadequate.

He was waiting.

You opened your mouth, looking up at him expectantly. A glob of spit left his mouth like a thick drop of rain, slow and deliberate. Intimate. His gaze never left yours. The action was filled with defiance, superiority, impatience. When it entered your mouth he lifted your chin up, closing your mouth. A smug smile made its way to his face.

“Nothing could ever make me give up on this.”

reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated! this is my original work.

[koalayoo]

ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ, ʙᴏʏ

michael kaiser x gn!reader

content: pure fluff for the most part, soft! bf kaiser, reference to his backstory, kind of cocky, better than my last fic for sure

author's note: wanted to write a good christmasy bday fic for him. bit late, apologies. not really proofread or beta'd. apologies again.

wc. 1.3k

Kaiser had never celebrated Christmas.

Christmas was also his birthday.

That means Kaiser has never celebrated his birthday.

This was what had become apparent to you in your relationship with Kaiser, when all the walls between you two had become bulldozed and you realised, yeah, this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. You had come to understand that with Kaiser’s upbringing and all that he would have probably never received a gift from his father. You wonder if at that age he knew what Christmas was.

Then you started tumbling head-first into a hole of unanswered questions. What would he have even done for his birthday? Was anyone there to ever celebrate with him? You knew how bad he had it growing up, you regrettably knew. Part of you wished you didn’t know how bad it was, hoped that sometimes his father grew to be lenient or that maybe the old women in town that would see him around knew his name. Knew him to be more than Michael “professional neighbour thief” Kaiser and instead as the kid he was. That was just wishful thinking though.

He had received gifts, which was expected. He was a pro athlete but he also had Ness from the age of 15 who had most definitely gifted him something you assumed but weren’t privy to the details. However, he hadn��t celebrated. Hadn’t experienced true Christmas joy. He doesn’t know the feeling of waking up early and ripping open the wrapping paper on specially curated gifts that sit under the tree you both decorated together. Hasn’t felt what it’s like making cookies with the radios ruffled Christmas carols sputtering in the background. Wearing matching sweaters while watching stupidly predictable themed rom coms. Making a wreath to put on the front door. Kissing under the mistletoe. Ughhh, there was so much you needed to show him.

So, you did just that.

As soon as December started, you did your utmost best to get him into the festive spirit.

On the 1st, you brought home a tree and excitedly decorated it with Kaiser. Putting various coloured ornaments on, some the typical solid coloured balls, others with stripes and patterns, differing sizes, differing shapes. Then, Kaiser had placed you on his shoulders so that you could place the star on the tippity top despite your insistence it be him.

On the 5th, you went shopping with two very important things in mind. A wreath, and some ugly sweaters. On the way you slipped in some ingredients for cookies too.

On the 14th, you had started wrapping some presents. You had both agreed 3 presents was a good amount to give one another but you couldn’t help but feel a gnaw at the back of your head. It was also his birthday, you just had to double it.

On the 17th, you had put the wreath up which welcomed him home from a long day at practice.

On the 22nd, you had finally worn the sweaters which you had taken a polaroid of before promptly taking them off, sweltering from the heat of the oven that was baking the cookies you both had put hours into making. Later that night, bad christmas movie #1 was watched.

The 23rd and 24th followed a similar routine. Jam out to a different song before you got sick of it and watch another bad christmas movie. 

Then, it was the day.

All the extra presents you hid from him were placed under the tree and you made hot cocoa for two. You had to work quickly, Kaiser was used to waking up at the odd early hours of the morning and there was no doubt he would feel you missing next to him.

Soon, he had stumbled down the stairs and was greeted with you wrapping a blanket around him. You had pulled him down onto the floor and planted a present in front of him, a chaste kiss pressed against his forehead.

“Happy Birthday, handsome.” You whispered softly into the air.

He had begun to wake up more and noticed the excessive amount of presents under the tree. He looked at the presents, then at you, and an eyebrow raised comically.

“And, Merry Christmas too, I guess…” You playfully rolled your eyes with a small smile appearing on your face. “Although that one’s of lesser importance.”

He sighs although he can’t help the small upwards tilt of his lips. “Thought we agreed on 3 each?” “Yeah, but it’s your birthday too! I wasn’t gonna be one of those people, ya know? The ones who just say the Christmas presents are also their birthday presents. You deserve to be celebrated twice.” 

“Yeah but-” And you briefly cut him off because if there was one thing you knew about Kaiser which was wrapped behind layers just like the presents was this feeling of foreboding. That he didn’t deserve this. However, your job as his brilliant partner was to teach him to sit there and take it.

So you started to celebrate, taking turns ripping the presents you both put love and care into wrapping. For every 2 gifts Kaiser opened, you opened one of yours in tandem. You giggled seeing him get you exactly what you wanted and teased him when a small blush appeared on his face when he got the same.

Although, there was one last present you wanted to give him.

A house full of love.

You wanted him to learn this holiday season that you were truly never leaving. Not like his mother, or even his begrudging father. That you were full of love for him and everything that came with choosing him. The arguments, the boundaries, the fear; you couldn’t fix it but you could help and that’s the sentiment you hoped to get across.

Later that day when you finished putting your gifts away and throwing the egregious amount of wrapping paper, you enter the living room to see Kaiser plotting. 

Before you can fully enter he spits out, “Stay right there.” You murmur in acknowledgement and stay put, eyes trailing the figure that is walking towards you suspiciously, one hand placed firmly behind him. You shoot him a questioning look to which he shakes his head, not budging.

“Should invite Ness over.” 

“Why would we do that?” He questions. “Fine with just me and you here, no?”

“Season of forgiveness, champ. Do I need to teach you how to be a good friend too?”

He’s stalked all the way over to you now. He towers above you and the hand he isn’t hiding comes to hold the top of the frame, leaning down towards you. His shirt lifts a little. You look. Then you look back at your boyfriend who has leaned in even closer.

His nose nudges against yours and you knew this was one of his ways of trying to assert dominance with the way a small brazen smirk made its way to his face. Could this guy try not to be a dick for one day? You notice the way his lips brush against yours slightly and you sigh, trying not to be pulled in.

“Answer?”

“Mmm, I’ll think about it?” He chuckles and leans in to swoop your lips against his in a passionate kiss. It didn’t last long because his smile broke the seal between you two apart. His eyes have a gleam in them and they flick up causing you to do the same.

Oh. 

A mistletoe.

“When did you learn about this one?” You whisper softly, genuinely curious.

“I had a tough childhood, doesn’t mean I lived under a rock.” He laughs again, this time more joyfully. You’re not sure whether it’s the fact that he successfully tricked you or that you truly rendered him this clueless.

Then, there’s a knock at the door. You see the sliver of magenta hair through the window panels near the door before you hear him.

Oh.

Maybe Kaiser doesn’t need you to guide him after all.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! Title is from December by Ariana Grande. Thanks for reading!

[koalayoo]

Men who talk a certain way.

They carry themselves with elegance, talk with a poised cadence unique to them. They hold themselves upright and have an air of superiority. A cunning look, signature smirk, firm hand; these are staples of their character, they know how to strike a deal. Whether for their people or their own gain, they intimidate those to gain an advantage no matter how many exploits gone through or people exploited.

People either love or fear them.

They’re important.

It’s no surprise that they sit at the centre of the table at a meeting, commanding attention. All eyes are on them, gripping their every word. Prompt nods and murmurs of agreements follow. They’re smart too. Incredible wit and perceptiveness as they continuously glance at everyone, especially you.

Fuck, and they’re hot too.

It makes your blood run hot. Jolts shoot throughout your body and you avert your gaze. It was stupid to you to be losing your cool for a man who felt indifferent about your existence. Maybe that isn’t the right word. 

Sometimes, you would question whether he hated you. Whenever you needed a pen, your hands brushed against one another for a second and he would quickly pull back as if being stung by a bee with a slight scowl forming on his face. If the piles of paper you needed to finish took too long, he would be adamant you finish for the night, which is all fine and dandy if he wasn’t looking for help from others to complete your work. He even reprimanded you, talked to you in that familiar stern tone once for not having your priorities in place when a stranger came up to you in a flirtatious manner as if you could control that. 

He pissed you off. 

Why couldn’t he care about you like a normal person?

However, you were wrong about all of it. He cared too much.

When your fingers grazed him he was ridden with guilt, these were the same hands he would think about at night. Imagine tracing the sharp edges of his skin. He would shut his eyes and throw his head back, replacing his hands with your own. Try to commit the soft feel of yours to his. Would you go slow or fast? He wondered. How would you hold him? Would you let him make a mess? His thoughts would trail on and on questioning your grip, your face, what you would say.

So, it was no surprise when he saw you working yourself to exhaustion that he wanted you to rest. That was his duty after all. Only he could do that. The eyes that he desperately wanted to see glazed over with a lust filled haze needed to be well rested first. That way, he could slowly see them become drunk for him, turning red, bloodshot from just how well he would treat you.

And it was especially no surprise that when another person had the audacity to want you too, he had to stop them. Sure, you didn’t deserve the scolding but he would make you feel so much better later on. He just had to be patient.

Had to keep his tone steady and tame. Pretend to treat you just like everyone else. Even if you thought he hated you. He could fuck you like that too if you wanted. He would give you anything you wanted. However, you didn’t deserve to know how depraved he truly was.

There was a thought that lingered at the forefront of his mind. If you found out just how he imagined you, would you leave? He figured you might feel disgusted, a man of his caliber, his power, wanting to succumb to you. And so he continued to talk. Continued to keep his tone steady. Keep his tone tame. 

He would keep himself in line; refined. Because if you found out how he was imagining you, perhaps then this man would truly feel fear.

fantasising about...

Sylus, NEUVILLETTE, Jing Yuan, Welt, Sunday, DAN HENG, Artem, Zhongli!, Gepard, Alhaitham?, Cyno ...and anyone else you're thinking of

Hope you liked this! Inspired by the song 'Talk' by Hozier. Specifically the line, "So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you." Please give it a listen! It was in my Spotify Top 5 it's so good and captures the vibe I was trying to go for with this. Sorry for the yap. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

[koalayoo]

YAY

𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐬

— 800 words | zayne drabble | angsty, unrequited, open ending. Note: my first post on tumblr! this is inspired by dawnbreaker Zayne bc I just love pain.

She’s beautiful. 

Just like the snow that surrounds her, the snowflake that rests gently in her gloved palm. Zayne can’t help but marvel at the delicacy of her features, pretending that he’s admiring the intricate works of nature even though he couldn’t care less for a piece of ice. He could snap his fingers and spawn an abundance of these things anyway. No, his eyes linger on her reddening nose and the shape of her lips as she exhales a cloud of mist while muttering something about her discovery.

He takes his scarf off, wrapping it around her and coiling it up to her nose until she protests. 

“Hey! You’re going to get cold!” She scolds, voice muffled from behind the fabric. Zayne shakes his head, adamant that he won’t get cold as long as he’s around her. It’s endearing how the first thought that came to her mind was concerns about him freezing after taking his scarf off. She shoves the garment down below her chin, continuing her scavenge for more snowflakes. Zayne’s hazel eyes follow her every movement, eventually narrowing as he sets his eyes back up to meet hers. 

Now, if only he could see her face. 

It dawns on Zayne that when he tries to focus on the entire picture of her face, his pupils don’t seem to adjust accordingly. He blinks furiously trying to construct her face from the individual features he remembers. Her eyes… They were a warm and chocolatey brown. Her hair… was also brown. No, was it black? 

Suddenly he can’t remember the details he used to. The details of his love, the girl who enraptured him, who cradles his heart in her palm like her own delicate snowflake. He knows of the many memories they share, how it kindled their desire to explore the world together. They were inseparable, always walking around with their hands linked together or pinkies intertwined. Zayne can’t quite remember who was always so insistent on skinship between the two of them. 

He takes a step forward, the snow dipping beneath his feet. A bit too much. When he gingerly attempts to lift his other foot, the ground caves in and Zayne plunges downwards as if he was a meteor plummeting through the Earth. 

“Zayne!” A panicked voice screams. 

He’s sunken into the snow, his body trapped in suffocating darkness. He’s completely immobilised. His mind is in a flurry of panic but his vision is shrouded in a haze that obscures his ability to gauge his surroundings. 

The darkness envelops him, yanking him backwards until his back makes contact with a barrier that feels… soft?

Zayne’s sharp gasp cuts through the quiet atmosphere as he springs up from his bed in a cold sweat. It was that dream again. That girl again. The mysterious girl who’s become a constant in his dreams, yet the memory of her face is fleeting. He clutches at his blankets, three of them stacked on top of each other yet not even close to replicating that same warmth he felt when he was around her. 

How stupid, he’s mourning a person he’s never met. 

Oh, if only it was that easy to discard her.

Throughout his day, the faint memory of that girl lingers in his mind. It haunts him, how much he pines for someone who’s a figment of his imagination.

He fixes his tie with his hands. Cold, desolate, loveless hands. He remembers the familiarity of holding her, intertwining his fingers with hers, and caressing her face. The logical part of Zayne’s brain chalks it up to him creating someone to mitigate the loneliness he feels in his real life. The other part of him can’t help but dwell on how real it feels. He can’t help but crave this love that he’s only ever experienced in his fantasy. 

Zayne can’t grasp exactly why he feels this way. He’s a doctor, the best in his field at that. He’s always prided himself on finding his solutions through research using science and never leaving a stone unturned. This, however, is the only problem ever that has stunned him. The way he runs around in his head about this made-up girl is driving him insane. Even when he’s at work scanning over a patient’s notes, it’s not enough of a distraction from her. She’s eating away at his thoughts. 

His heart aches. Yearns. He needs something to numb the thoughts, something that will hush the persistent whispers telling him that he’s living a life that doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore. 

When he sits on the edge of his bed the following night, his palm doesn’t cradle snowflakes in her memory this time. 

Instead, he holds pills that he hopes will finally silence his mind. 

Maybe then he can sleep peacefully.  

phewww I may or may not continue posting on here but if you read this throughout I appreciate it and I hope you liked it! ❄

[koalayoo]

ʀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ

rafayel x gn!reader

content: SUGGESTIVE, rafayel is a menace, pretty fluffy imo, let me know if i missed anything

author's note: this was written specially for one of my friends! hope you enjoyed it and that you get more lnd content now.

wc. 1.2k

You could feel a headache coming on. Where did you put your keys? 

You paced back and forth through Rafayel’s studio. You had checked his work station where you had pleaded for the man last night to put the brush down and make his way to bed. It laid haphazardly on a step of the wooden ladder; the paint dried down on the fibers, causing it to shape into a slanted dew drop. With a plop, you drop it into one of the many glasses of water filled with other brushes so that it can soak.

“Thank me later.” You murmur under your breath with a croak as if Rafayel could hear you and spare the room one last glance before moving onto the next.

It was the largest room in the studio. You had checked every inch meticulously, the cracks between the orange leather couch, behind the lapis blue cushions. Around every luscious plant, every canvas, every sculpture. Even the random bathtub you questioned the presence of. However, the sun was rising since your first search and it seeped in through the gigantic glass windows spanning across the length of the walls. The sheer white curtains do nothing to stop the onslaught of light. Above you, the transparent semi circle ceiling allowed impossibly more morning brightness to fill the expanse of the room. You felt bare. Exposed. However, the mental security that you were on private land away from everyone else soothed your mind. The birds could enjoy the sight of you.

You had hoped that with the growing illumination that you would capture a glint of reflected shine from your keys. However, another long and lengthy look left you rendered helpless as your keys were. not. in. sight. You cursed the person you were last night for getting caught up in everything Rafayel. 

‘Tweet Tweet’ and you cursed the birds too. A headache was definitely coming on. 

You entered the kitchen and gave every part a hard stare. No glimpse of a key anywhere. You sighed ready to move on. Your feet dragged on the cool titles, getting reminded of lugging Rafayel’s tall body into the kitchen last night.

“‘M tired…” He whined out, fully encompassing your back as he allowed himself to be pulled along. “Then get to bed.” You gruffed, making a show of pulling at his arms like a horse's reins.

“‘M also thirsty…” He continued on, voice growing quieter as though he had any semblance of time and space. You hummed in acknowledgement, stopping by the kitchen and filling up a glass of water from the tap.

“Here.” You nudged his chest with your elbow, turning around to face him. Before you could, his face slowly leaned closer to your neck, his breath hot on your neck. The tiny hairs stood on edge like swords. The feeling sent a frisson of excitement down your back. His lips left soft pecks as he travelled along your nape, further down and down and down until getting blocked by the collar of your shirt. One hand travelled the curve of your hip, reaching up to take the glass and placing it down, grabbing you and turning you around. His hands found themselves slotted in the indents of your waist and you were slotted down onto the counter next to you. Your legs opened up in a V shape to accommodate the width of him. Rafayel’s arms wrapped around you like a familiar red ribbon from months ago. His forehead pressed against your shoulder as he left small pecks as he trailed the skin.

“T-thought you were thirsty?” You huffed out stunned, letting out years of breath you didn’t know you were holding.”

“Mhm~ could drink you right up…” Rafayel lazily laughed, his exhaustion catching up to him as he pulled you into a kiss. Lips against lips. And he wasn’t too tired to…

Yeah. That’s enough of that. The bedroom was the last place to check. Rafayel was sprawled underneath the blankets, breathing deeply in and out. The sun’s soft radiance shone in through the dome, caressing his smooth skin. Your eyes traced along the tiny moles, freckles and beauty marks scattered across his curvature. A dot near his shoulder blade, another further down concealed behind cloth. It was your own canvas to explore. If it was a constellation you would hold each star within your hands, cultivate its heat and hide it deep within the alcove of your heart.

Toes stand upright as you walk sneakily through the bedroom. Front to back. Front to back. You tried your best to be quiet, sparing glances at Rafayel’s form to make sure he wasn’t waking up. Your keys weren’t on the floor, in your clothes, or tangled up within the sheets. Moving to Rafayel’s side of the room, you look around piles of books and chairs. It was really pissing you off now. This organised chaos was annoying. You sighed, louder this time. You’d just send Rafayel a message later and ask someone to pick you up. You were getting late.

However, before you could turn to leave, a wrist captured yours, pulling you onto the bed. Your head makes contact with a broad chest and you internally roll your eyes. “Ugh Rafayel?!” You whisper-shout, looking up at him. Eyes remained closed as if to feign sleep but you knew better, sitting up and placing a palm against his abs to push him down. 

“Geez, alright, didn’t know you were that desperate to get away from me.” He opens his eyes, pouting. A rasp evident in his tone. “Didn’t know you were so sleezy,” Wide palms grip your waist. “do I only serve one purpose to you?”

You take a deep breath in.

“No- of course not- it’s just…”

His frown grew bigger as his eyes threw complaints. 

“I have work, Rafayel. A job. I can’t laze around all day.”

“You can.”

“I can’t.” You rebuke. 

It would be nice to stay cozied up in his studio, attached to a warm body, attacked with affection but you can’t afford that. But then his much larger hand grabs the back of yours and you feel yourself melt. Your hand meets his face and you have the urge to brush purple locks out of the way. He guides your hand lower, fingers tracing down his cheek, towards his nose, down his lips. He bites your finger playfully before bringing it further down.

You feel his pulse. Calm. Steady. Your fingers itch, an urge to squeeze. There’s no time to act on that impulse. Your fingers continue to be pulled down and he begins to spell something out with your finger. The tough ridges and bumps of his body make the task harder. A curve, some straight lines- oh.

S - T - A - Y

A boyish grin appears on his face. You attempt an intimidating frown, a furrow on your brows. 

“Art is a job too, you know, and I could be your best masterpiece yet.”

You feel your hand continue to draw shapes and symbols on his body. You shake your head, beginning to pull away.

“I’ll tell Thomas to pay you,” He quickly blurts out. “something tells me I’m about to be very inspired.” 

He pulls at your arm; you allow yourself to be pulled in. Chest against chest. He smirks, feeling victorious. He had won this time. His fingertips gently caress your chin, tilting you in for a kiss. You lean in closer, about to seal the deal before your eyes catch the twinkle of a certain piece of metal underneath his pillow.

“Rafayel!”

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[koalayoo]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

michael kaiser x gn!reader

content: toxic! bf kaiser, hints of possessiveness, jealousy, insecurity, vague descriptions of his backstory, suggestive, spit kink, exhibitionism kinda, bro does not know how to show love healthily

author's note: tried guys, i couldn't get kaiser being sort of an ass out of my mind, he's a lot tamer than i wanted though. let's also not talk about how i've been gone for like a year.

wc. 1.5k

There was no pretending with Kaiser; he was toxic, and he wore it like a crown.

When you watched his games, you watched him hold himself on his pride. He had this look of self-assurance, a real “I know I’m better than you” stare that pierced those around him, opponents and teammates alike.

However, he was different with you.

Every minute that passed, every goal he scored, his gaze drifted to you. A miniscule lilt of his lips or smile of his eyes would catch your attention and you’d reciprocate all the same. And the reporters knew. Cameras would zoom in on the interaction between you two, commentators swooning over the one who managed to capture the Michael Kaiser’s heart. The man who lives off of the ethos of being the best. So when he scores the winning goal, it’s not a surprise when Kaiser and his teammates rejoice and the stadium bursts into celebration like a wildfire, human fireworks jumping for joy. The place was deafening and you felt electric. That was your man.

You and the other WAGs made your way onto the field. You adorned a copy of Kaiser’s shirt, signature 10 plastered on your back and the name Kaiser claiming your entire being. Congratulations were made to the other players as you scoured your way through the mass of people, trying to find your boyfriend, who stood in the centre of it all basking in the glory. He was surrounded by a throng and you found yourself second guessing everything for a minute.

There was Kaiser, renowned as a German prodigy and then there was you. A number of beautiful news women dressed to the nines stood next to him desperate for any word he would say for their channel. You saw his blue eyes land on you and he attempted to make his way over before being stopped by the same hoard of people. Same group of women attempting to press up next to him, rubbing up against his sweaty body, smelling his deep musky scent. 

You left.

To a different side of the field, away from the commotion, closer to other players but away nonetheless. It was times like this that you realised the disparity between you two. He was a god in the soccer world and you were some regular person that managed to capture his “cold, imperceptible” heart, or whatever the media wanted to paint. They knew how to be cruel too. 

“Kaiser Finds Love: Is This The End Of His Legacy?”

“Fans Label Michael Kaiser’s Girlfriend as a Gold Digger After Recent Scandal”

“Trouble in Paradise? Michael Kaiser and his Girlfriend Seem to be Calling it Quits”

Soccer fans hated you. You were ordinary. A sign that any one of them could have been Kaiser’s but he chose you. People hated it. You didn’t deserve the lavish life being Kaiser’s guaranteed: Michelin star restaurants, paid vacations, VIP treatment. You agreed, you didn’t deserve this. You lived the life of a woman who got it too good to be true and you’d come to the conclusion often that this life wasn’t meant to last. Kaiser was always going to leave you.

You shied away into yourself, continuing to praise and make small talk with the other guys to shield yourself from feelings of insecurity but Kaiser always knew best. Kaiser always knew how you felt and that fuelled his hubris. No one knew you like he did. That you felt inferior to him. That you needed him to feel good about yourself. When you felt an arm snake around your shoulder and pull you onto a firm, broad chest, you knew exactly who it was.

You looked up, met his eyes, and looked away just as fast. His face slowly creeped closer to yours, his face finding home in the crevice of your neck, his nose trailing against the skin behind your ear. He smirked.

“If you can’t handle the spotlight, then maybe you shouldn’t stand next to me.” Kaiser whispered mockingly into your ear.

You eyed him from the side, surprised. “I- I just…” You sigh, trying to put some distance between you both. “...got in my own head is all.” Your eyes wander down, hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

Kaiser chuckled, head leaning over your frame. “Is that so?” He teased in a sing-song manner. “Should get all up on mine.” He sneered, grabbing a strand of hair and playing with it, making you look up. You roll your eyes lightheartedly. “‘M joking baby, you know that.” 

You hum, looking back up at him, finally making eye contact that lasts longer than a millisecond. He smiles, looking less like a dick and more like your boyfriend. You want to smile back but then you feel the flashes of camera light around you, the bright white stadium lights seeming jarring and suddenly all your feelings of self doubt come back. He notices, like always, and laughs lightly holding no bite.

“Fuck… I love whenever you look at me like that,” He murmured, eyes squinting slightly as he takes you in. 

“Like what?”

“Like, that. With your self-consciousness, that stupidly meek look. Like I want anyone but you.”

It wasn’t hard to understand. You needed Kaiser more than he needed you. At least you thought that. But Kaiser knew what love was, and… what love wasn’t.

Love wasn’t his mom abandoning him as a child, love wasn’t his fathers palm making contact with his unmarred skin, love wasn’t his father howling anything but his name, love wasn’t the rugged, dingy house he grew up in with a scrawny blanket for comfort, love wasn’t the “work” his father made him do just to survive, love wasn’t contained in the fingers that wrapped around his own neck.

Love remained trapped in the shreds of leather in his childhood football, in the ink injected into his skin, entwined within the blue roses displayed against it. Love was the endurance he held, the will to continue to live. Love was the way you held him every night, how your fingers tugged against his blonde-blue hair to pull his head up, in which your lips softly met his when his mind began to wander.

Love was you.

But by god was Michael terribly woeful at showing it.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked away bashfully unsure whether to take that as something to appreciate. He grabs your fidgety hands and holds them in his. “You know, jealousy looks good on you but… devotion does too.” An eyebrow raised, your face showing your confusion. “Come on, you know what I mean. Show everyone you’re mine,” He leans in closer, his nose rubbing against yours affectionately. “and that maybe I’m yours.”

Cerulean eyes filled with a bit of insanity and hunger trail around you both. It didn’t take a genius to realise that when Kaiser’s mouth tilted up obnoxiously that everyone's eyes were on you. You stole a glance and saw large professional cameras and phones pointed in your direction. A part of you screams surely they weren’t aimed at you but for Kaiser to be showing this much affection in public? That turns your thoughts straight.

“Micha…” Your voice tried to warn affectionately, almost inaudibly. “We can’t…”

His hands grab you by your waist and press you against him. “Why can’t we? Can’t handle a little challenge?” He taunts. “Tsk, tsk, thought my girl was better than that.”

You place your hands against his hard chest, musculature felt beneath your finger tips that took years to cultivate. 

“I-” 

“You?” He lifts your hands to rest on his shoulders and leans in impossibly closer. “You think too much, that’s what.” His lips begin to graze against yours and you begin to blink slower, feeling an invigorating haze of heat begin to trail over your body with a gentle caress like a cloud drifting through you. 

“Live a little. Kiss me like you mean it, right here, right now. Let’s show everyone, hmm?”

He waits for you to move first, to show that you actually want it and when your eyes finally flutter close his warm lips capture yours in a soft kiss. It makes your mind feel misty. He amps up the pressure and pushes himself into you. Fingers dig presser indents into your hips. Hands trail onto his neck, and he notes how he likes these ones better. 

You’re distinctly aware of everyone in the stadium, quite certain you heard a few gasps and camera shutters in the distance. You wish you could say you didn’t care but you did and reluctantly pull away causing Kaiser to furrow his brows with a pout. He was tired of talking, tired from the game, tired of waiting. His calloused fingers gripped your chin sharply, causing you to look up at him.

“Open.” He commanded.

You knew exactly what was happening. 

Hesitant. Nervous. Inadequate.

He was waiting.

You opened your mouth, looking up at him expectantly. A glob of spit left his mouth like a thick drop of rain, slow and deliberate. Intimate. His gaze never left yours. The action was filled with defiance, superiority, impatience. When it entered your mouth he lifted your chin up, closing your mouth. A smug smile made its way to his face.

“Nothing could ever make me give up on this.”

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[koalayoo]

ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ

⟡₊˚ wriothesley x gn!reader

⟡₊˚ content: criminal reader, gag worthy fluff, sfw, silly wriothesley (lack of the real world is getting to him)

⟡₊˚ author's note: lost my 50/50 to diluc. i always knew i had a reason to hate that guy. this was supposed to be having a secret relationship with wriothesley but honestly i got off track.

⟡₊˚ based off of: this playlist. without the nsfw part.

The past year had been interesting. Becoming a convicted criminal hadn’t been on your bucket list but that’s exactly what you accomplished. Throwing your entire life away the moment Chief Justice Neuvillete and the Oratrice pronounced you guilty. The theatre went into an uproar, arms in the air and cheers of happiness cutting through the prior tensity in the air. The trials you despised watching had finally happened to you. At least you could finally call yourself a victim of Fontaine’s patronising legal system? Although calling yourself a victim is the most ludicrous thing you could do right now. You were a criminal after all.

But let bygones be bygones right? Nobody in the underworld cared about your past so it was the perfect place to start anew, if only you weren’t being accused of another crime, by the Duke of the Fortress no less.

You stand in front of him and his condescending smirk and can feel your eye start to twitch. “What do you mean I committed another crime, Wriothesley?” You beseech, unsure of whether the lack of fresh air was beginning to make your brain go dumb.

“Exactly what I said,” He replied, as if he wasn’t revealing life altering news. He held your hands and leaned back into his chair, pulling you with him. “You’ve committed a crime… and it’s time you take responsibility.”

Oh?

There was a teasing lilt in his voice there. He’s joking. Definitely. He has to be. Although it was an odd one to make. You two would never joke about this. You and him had developed something akin to a relationship within the last few months. Him hiding extra coupons into your pocket turned into him sneaking you into his office from time to time and sharing short kisses behind boxes or during elevator rides. How a lowly prisoner like you managed to catch the attention of His Grace was surprising but not impossible you learnt.

You raise your brow in question. “So… you’re joking?” You ask, confusion evident in your voice. All he does is chuckle in return.

“Definitely not, darling,” He cooed, pulling you between his legs and bringing your body closer to his. Your faces mere centimetres apart. “For the crime you committed is stealing my heart.” He seals it with a kiss, as if his lips are the gavel calling order to your sentence, bounding your heart to confinement within his greedy arms.

You pull away from the kiss, unshackling yourself from him. You don’t know whether to be endeared by the cheesiness that just ensued or to be relieved you weren’t actually charged with anything so you don't opt for either and just begin to walk away.

Wriothesley’s whines and pleads followed you to the office door.

and this type of love isn't rational, it's physical (me)

[koalayoo]

ᴀᴅᴍɪʀɪɴɢ ᴀʟʙᴇᴅᴏ

Found another piece of writing from 2021. Whoopsies part 2. I promise my writing has improved!! No warnings.

The two of you were sitting in a blissful silence. The cold air of Dragonspine brushing up against your body makes you shiver slightly but the fire near the two of you helped keep your body warm. The crackle of the fire was the only thing heard in the air besides the occasional hustle of the wind. Despite the harsh conditions of the mountain you two had found a sweet little spot down near the bottom of the mountain, keeping you partly covered from the cold wind. ‘You two’ referring to you and the blonde alchemist who managed to convince you once again to join him this afternoon to sketch the landscape.

You tried your best to not go. You really did! With excuses of being bad at drawing, that you couldn’t even draw a circle if you had to but that was swiftly shut down by him saying he had “faith in his ability to instruct and even more faith in your exceptional talents.” You just knew he was a secret sweet talker. That was a couple of months ago. Today was yet another day he “dragged” you with him to your spot although you didn’t miss the way he called it ‘our’ spot. For some reason the small change in wording caused a smile to take place on your face although Albedo paid it no mind.

Now here you two were, both standing behind a canvas as Albedo sketched away. Within these months and your frequent meetups, the alchemist taught you many tips and tricks on how to draw. Taking in the scenery around you once again, you couldn’t help but let your eyes latch onto the male in front of you every time you looked away from your canvas. Your hand moving on its own, attempting to draw the curves of his face. Your hand trying to replicate his soft features. His pale skin almost looked like the surface of the land you were on. His blond hair is slightly unkempt yet still looking effortlessly beautiful on him. Ugh, and don’t get started on those oh so enchanting blue eyes of his focused on the work in front of him before turning and locking his gaze with yours. His lips raised up in a gentle smile before looking back down.

What…?

Your eyes darted back onto your canvas.

Your chest feels weird. Almost suffocating. As if your heart were about to explode. The fast beats of your heart made you jitter. A sudden heat rushed up to your face and you suddenly weren’t freezing anymore.

What was happening?

You glanced up from the canvas that was hiding your frame and caught sight of the alchemist again. Your eyes looked away just as soon as they landed on him. Was he always so beautiful?

Your eyes then caught sight of your canvas… the one you attempted to draw Albedo on. Chuckling nervously you took your canvas off the easel. The blue eyed boy in front looked at you confused. You had only just got here, you were taking off again so soon?

Before he could even question what you were doing, you cut him off saying you felt a little unwell all while clutching the canvas in front of you. Holding it so close you could feel your fingers digging into it. Sure maybe if he saw it he wouldn’t take it so seriously but to you this was physical proof of what your admiration of the man turned into. Proof that he could occupy your mind, make you think about him in a way more than admiration. Proof that your trivial little feelings could fester into something bigger, something you knew would never get reciprocated, something you knew would never happen.

Giving him a smile you turned around and quickly walked away, desperate to get out of the cold, windy environment that had turned suffocating. The breeze that was caressing you not too long ago was now choking you, making you feel an uncomfortable lump in your throat.

If only you knew that on Albedo’s canvas was you.

Not sure if I like this one but wanted to share it anyways. Like, reblog and follow if you'd like <3 Support is always appreciated pookie.

[koalayoo]

ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ʙʀᴇᴡɪɴɢ

Wrote this back in 2021. Whoopsies.

Just a lil drabble of Albedo. Mans needs more loving. No warnings.

It meant nothing, really.

You both sat across from each other, diligently working away, mixing chemicals with other substances. The silence carried a shared comfort which made the cold room feel much warmer. Occasionally you two would switch between the equipment you were using, shuffling things around the desk. Not much happened in the quiet space as you both stayed focused on your own things. 

Not much happened at all.

It’s not like when you would exchange beakers, your hands would touch and just for that small moment you could feel a tingle of electricity run through your body. It’s not like under the desk you two would be softly pushing each other's foot away because they were taking up too much space. Nor were you secretly trying to catch gazes at the man in front of you, mesmerised by him. Except you were.

The small knowing glances you two would send to each other. The small smiles resting upon your faces. The lingering for more of the others touch. The need to make these small sessions as long as possible. Only for him.

But it meant nothing, really.

Except, you couldn’t help but feel something.

Hold on bbg where r u headed? ☹️ Maybe consider reblogging first? Thank you <3.

[koalayoo]

Masterlist

Will add things here as I post :)

(remind me to get to this when I do)