#Michael Kaiser x male reader

[specialgrades]

— thinking about . . .

men who swear up and down they’re not into you— or men for that matter. men who flirt with women as often as they can. men who drink a little too much during a night out and start grinding against you in the dimly lit club you’re in. men who’s legs feel like jelly and skin feels hot as you guide their hips against yours. men who turn to putty as you drag them outside. men who forget every bit of elegance when they’re pinned against the wall. men who weakly beg for you to fuck them right there in the decrepit alleyway. men who wake up the next morning barely being able to walk and can’t look you in the eye now. men who sport dark hickeys and bite marks from you as they attempt to flirt with another girl to distract from how good you made them feel the night prior.

VINSMOKE SANJI, spirit albarn, ryusei shido, satoru gojo, michael kaiser, josuke higashikata, warren worthington iii

[leosxrealm]

-ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ-

pairings: M. Kaiser x male! reader

warning(s): Kaiser, a teensy bit of angst, fluff, enemies to lovers (kinda), a little bit of cursing

a/n: this is pretty much self indulgent. i thought of a tall reader when i was writing it, although i’m not as tall as Kaiser lol. the Kaiser brain rot is real T_T this looked way better in my head

wc: 2.4k

!not proofread!

nobody infuriated you more than Michael fucking Kaiser.

not only did he pretend to be superior to you; he looked down on every walking, talking, living creature. he never failed to make your blood boil, especially, when he spoke to you like you were nothing more than a peasant, born to serve him. you were a calm, level-headed person; but even you found it difficult not to punch that shitty smile off his face.

you felt like you had won the lottery at having the worst luck. you just so happened to live in the same building as him; just on different floors. you couldn't count the number of times you had taken the stairs to your apartment floor, just so you won't run into him at the elevator, or when you would parked your car far from your block, just so you wouldn't run into him in the morning when he was leaving for practice.

---

your hands were shaking, the rational part of your brain begging you to not throw a punch at the man standing before you. taking a deep breath in, you sighed. he deserves that punch, but you were better than this. better than him. swiftly turning away from him, you continued to search for your favorite cereal.

you had the misfortune of running into him during your monthly grocery shopping. and now he wouldn't leave you alone. why was he even here? it wasn't like he was buying anything. at least not anymore. he had left the shopping cart in the milk aisle when he spotted you. seriously? wasn't this dude some famous soccer player? shouldn't he be at, i don't know, practice or something?

"so? what do you say?" he asks with a charming smile plastered on his face. "no," you replied without looking his way. what was he asking you anyway? you really weren't listening to him. you missed the way his smile dropped a little, but he was determined to get you to come. if Michael Kaiser was anything, it was stubborn.

"why not? i'm even giving you the vip tickets," he said in a way that almost sounded like a whine. you turned around to face him and almost regretted it when you saw his smile widen a bit. you blinked at him, confused out of your mind. tickets? to what? a game? was he inviting you to watch his game?

"tickets to what?" you questioned him with a small tilt of your head. and the worst part? you looked genuinely confused. Kaiser visibly deflated when he realized you weren't paying attention to him. he regained his posture quickly before bobbing his head up and down in a form of a nod, "it's next week. saturday. and you have to come."

taking yet another deep breath, you turned around, dragging your cart with you. was this guy seriously ordering you to come to his game? even the slightest of a chance of you going to his game was just yeeted out of the top floor of the tallest building.

"hm? (name)?" and he had the audacity to follow you around like a puppy after all that. he put his hand on top of your shoulder, trying to turn you to look at him. your hand was gripping the cart like your life depended on it. well, technically a life did depend on it. not yours, but Kaiser's. you swear you were so close to killing him.

you swatted his hand away, quite harshly, leaving him behind. he watched your back, before you turned to a different aisle, completely disappearing from his sight. looking down at his hand, Kaiser could see the red mark left behind. it slowly was beginning to sting too. ignoring the pain, he stuffed his hands in his pants. he walked out of the grocery store, with a frown on his face. the things he came to buy were long forgotten. a single question lingering in his mind, did you really hate him that much?

---

days went by and it had been suspiciously quiet all week. it almost felt too good to be true. it was finally saturday. the weekend was here. phew, finally you can relax now. no more dealing with people. you came back from your morning run to see a white envelope tucked in your gate. gently tearing it, you looked at the contents inside of it. they were tickets to a soccer game. Bastard München vs PXG?

you searched your brain to figure out why that name sounded so familiar. ah-ha! you remembered it now. bastard münchen was the team your annoying neighbor played for. as for the other...? you had no idea who they were. 

looking around the corridor, you didn't see him there. he probably dropped this off when you went for your run. shrugging, you went inside your house. tossing it on your dining table, you went to take a long, and a very much-needed shower.

---

catching up on the sleep you missed during the week was probably your favorite way to spend your saturdays. looking at the time, you realized you had slept for longer than you intended to. it was already evening. you went to your kitchen to get yourself a drink when you noticed the tickets Kaiser so graciously dropped off this morning. you had honestly forgotten about it.

checking the time again, you realized that the game had already started a few minutes ago. it wasn't every day that you get vip tickets to a game. and it would honestly be a waste not to use those tickets. changing into something comfortable yet stylish, you drove off to where the game was being held. (you got your drink on the way.)

---

it took you longer than you had expected to get here. the traffic was loud and seemed to never end. you almost regretted leaving the comforts of your cozy home. now sitting comfortably in the chair, you were honestly impressed at the view you had of the field. these were some good ass seats.

it seemed like the second half had just started. the score was 3-2 in favor of PXG. a small frown unconsciously tugged at your features. was Kaiser losing? the match continued like usual. you watched the game like a hawk, your eyes never leaving the field. Kaiser had just scored a goal. you let out a whistle at that. honestly, you were impressed. he scored that goal faster than you could even comprehend what was happening.

as much as he didn't want to, Kaiser knew he had an image to keep up. so forcing himself to turn towards the stands, he plastered on a fake smile, even throwing a small wave toward the people watching him. his eyes drifted towards the vip section, more specifically, towards the seats he had booked for you.

he was really hoping you would come to his game. it would've meant a lot to him. but every time he looked that way, you weren't there. his mood continued to deplete the longer the game went on. he could barely focus on the game. even the coach had warned him that if he wasn't going to score soon, he'll be benched. and that's why he almost couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you, sitting in the seat he booked especially for you.

he didn't realize his smile switched from a fake to a genuine one. he continued to stare your way with a bashful smile stretched across his pretty features. his intense stare made you feel a bit awkward, as you tried to hide yourself from him by lowering yourself onto the seat a bit. reluctantly, you gave him a stiff wave, and that seemed to have brought him out of whatever dreamland he was stuck in. Kaiser doesn't think his cheeks have ever hurt from smiling so damn much.

---

the game had ended with Bastard München winning. you decided to wait for the stadium to clear a bit. because there was no way you were going to be smashed between so many people. like, be fucking for real; shouldn't they have made a separate exit for the vip's? 

after god knows how long you were able to see the other side of the exit. you dragged your feet all the way toward the exit. you were probably one of the last spectators remaining in the building.

"(NAME)!" turning around just in time to catch a flying body, you stumbled upon the contact, barely able to keep yourself from falling on the floor. looking down slightly, you could see Kaiser with an annoyingly cute smile plastered on his face, looking up at you. he looked a lot like a happy puppy to you. you were sure his tail would have been wagging aggressively, if he had one.

"you came!" he exclaimed in a cheerful voice, still clinging to you. it looked like he still had the excitement left in him from the game. "i was bored," you said in a tone that matched your words. still, Kaiser didn't seem to get disheartened by it. whatever the reason was, you still came to watch him.

"let go of me now," you grumbled. Kaiser gave you a closed eye smile. 13 seconds. that's how long you let him hug you. it was a new record!

---

ever since that day, you had been seeing more of him. he still annoys you, but it's been bearable. you would never admit it, to him or yourself, but his presence has grown on you, and you even liked hanging out with him sometimes. only when he wasn’t being a menace though.

you sipped on the last bits of your favorite drink before throwing it away in the trash bin you came across. you were walking around the park in your neighborhood with the Michael Kaiser himself. it was almost midnight. you don't even know why you’re out this late. but when Michael knocked on your door and practically begged you to go on a walk with him, you had no choice but to do so.

it was a comfortable silence between you two. you liked it. Michael was still sipping on his drink, looking around the lamp-lit streets surrounding the both of you.

there’s another thing you've grown to like; his eyes. they were the prettiest shade of blue and when light reflected off of them, you would be hypnotized, to say the least.

a hand holding yours caught your attention, and you were dragged towards your right. "come on! we're going this way," he said with a smile adorning his features. even after dragging you on the path he desired, he didn't let go of your hand. you didn't complain.

he was walking a few steps ahead of you; his hand, now intertwined with yours, dragging you along. he looked breathtaking. quite literally. your breath hitched for a second there, before you recollected your thoughts and continued to be dragged around by him.

"a penny for your thoughts?" his calm voice brought you out of your daze. your eyes met his and he gave you a smile. "don't worry about it," you dismissed it quickly, and continued walking, this time dragging him behind you. he smiled at your intertwined hands and gave them a small squeeze.

---

"it's getting late. we should get going," you said looking at the sky. even though there weren't as many stars, because of the city lights and pollution, you could still see some of the stars that managed to shine through. after hearing no response, you looked at Michael from the corner of your eyes. you raised a brow at him. why was he looking at you like that? did you have something on your face? 

"what are you thinking about?" you asked the blond man in front of you. 

"it's not fair (name)," he replied still looking at you. you let out a confused sound at his weird answer. he chuckled at your adorable expression, "i'm just saying, that it's not fair how good you look doing the simplest of things. it's kinda annoying." what he said was true, kind of. just now when you were gazing at the sky, he couldn't help but stare at you, the light from the surroundings made you look other-worldly, ethereal.

the tip of your ears burned at hearing the sudden compliment from him. did that even count as a compliment? you tried to scowl but couldn't help but laugh at the irony. you thought the same thing as him. yes, you used to despise him, dare you say, even hate him. but the more time you spent with him, the lesser you hated him. how does that even work? 

"what?" Michael asked with a confused expression. he was half expecting you to shut him out, walk away from him, anything but that. "you know what's actually annoying?" you asked with a small smile, amusement in your eyes. Michael loved all the attention you were giving him in that moment, that he didn't even register your question. "what?" he asks after realizing you were still waiting for his answer.

"you"

he pouted at your answer. way to ruin the moment (name), he thought. you let out another laugh seeing his pout, it wasn't every day that you would see the German pouting. holding his chin between your fingers, you turned his face towards yours. "wanna know why?" you asked the blond. your fingers were still grasping his chin, Michael noted. he gave a short nod. honestly, he didn't want to know. who would wanna know that the man you've grown to like thought you were annoying? get some common sense (name)! but the look in your eyes compelled him to agree.

"because i don't know what i wanna do when i’m with you," you sighed. Michael was utterly and completely confused. what did you even mean? your hand left his chin to cup his face. running your thumb over his cheekbones, you couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to break out. "you confuse me so much. i don't know if i wanna punch you in the face or kiss you stupid," you answered, observing his face for any signs of discomfort. 

you watched his eyes widen. his face felt warmer than before. the emperor looked at a loss of words; when was the last time that happened? you mused to yourself. 

"then do it." you looked at him, waiting to see if he was going to say anything else, "kiss me stupid (name)."

this was probably going to be the only time you would obey his orders. leaning towards him, you let your lips hover over his, "gladly." 

[stffed]

schnucki - michael kaiser x gn reader

schnucki = sweetie-pie (german) a/n: short

why did kaiser have to be so hot? running around the pitch with his blonde hair bouncing behind him, his sweat only seemed to accentuate his already perfect features. that stupid grin he had on his face as he chased after the ball, kicking it and whooping in joy as it landed in the goal.

you could have stared at him all day. often you had to catch yourself from looking at him for too long. there had been a time, when you first joined basterd munchen, where you would stare at him for minutes at a time. even if he was doing mundane tasks like stretching or eating food. everything about him was etheral.

"like what you see, schnucki?"

and then he opened his mouth.

"not anymore." you walked off. the illusion was ruined every time he opened his damn mouth. at least you could just use your memory to appreciate his hotness.

"hey! don't walk away from me! oi!"

[narcissistshandler]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚'𝗦 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡, m!reader x michael kaiser (blue lock)

☆ warnings. top!male reader, dom!reader, insinuated that reader plays in bastard münchen. minors dni. ☆ a/n. just finished reading the last chapter of blue lock and kaiser makes me want to beat him until he cries. I wrote this for myself but decided to post it. (english is not my first language, feel free to correct me).

A growl sounded in the thick air between you, Kaiser making a futile attempt to stifle the sound as your cock went back inside him, hot and heavy. You laughed, your hands squeezing his bare hips tighter, his underwear and uniform shorts draped around his ankles, unlike him you had barely pulled your shorts down, just enough to get your cock out.

"B-bastard", Kaiser cursed, hands clenched into fists against the wall, voice already husky, first from yelling at Yoichi on the field, then from scolding you for a pass you made to the boy and now because of how hard you fucked him. "Damn- fuck you"

"Is it the worst you can think of?", you mocked, without stopping pushing against him, with each movement of your hips against his ass the wet sound echoing. "So I'm doing a good job"

And what a joyous job it was, having the ace of Bastard München looking like that: ears and neck flushed, spine curved so you have better access to his ass, red hole contracting around your dick and his massive ego slowly being replaced by nothing but lust for you.

He tried to mutter something back, losing any will to retort when your cock hit his prostate, hard. A cracking sound was wrenched from him, a surprised, half-mute grunt. He was close, you knew because Kaiser had finally shut up, only heaving breath and muffled sounds coming from him.

"You look so beautiful like that, baby, just a doll for me to fuck"

You ran your hands down his muscular back, pushing the fabric of his shirt up, and leaned down to kiss the expanse of skin in front of you. The movement shifted your cock inside him and his hole contracted incessantly as your thrusts grew deeper, knocking the air from his lungs. Now Kaiser was muttering something, whether it was cursing you or asking for more you didn't know ─── the words too jumbled to understand.

Taking his earlobe between teeths you ordered, "Cum for me"

His legs gave way, nearly taking him to the ground if it weren't for your grip, throat articulating a wounded moan while obeying your command and cum. His torso slid down, exhausted, eyes with that familiar angry gleam closed. You brought him closer to your chest, your cock still hard inside him and watched Kaiser's swollen red cock spurting semen onto the floor and onto the discarded uniform at his feet.

Noa would kill you two if he found out you were having sex on the sly, risking being seen by someone from the blue lock or get caught on the cameras, but Kaiser always needed to be put back in his place after a match, crown lying at his feet and cumming on your dick like the good slut he was and you were always eager to do it.

"Come on dear, I haven't come yet"

Unable to formulate any decent response, Kaiser just nodded, gold and blue locks of hair sticking to the sweat on his neck and started to move the hips.

[ilsanslut]

you said male reader and I appear

boo

anyway, I’d love for your fave blue lock boys getting spanked by male reader

and I disappear now

꒷♡꒷ HIT ME, BABY!

♰ featuring: kaiser michael. shidou ryusei. [blue lock + separate]

♰ note: when i saw this pop up in my ask box i JUMPED into my desk chair with the most devious laugh ever LIKEE the joker could never. anyway, here are my baby boys getting their asses handed to them, as well as my first-ever male!reader work. (honestly i might make this into a lil series because i literally love too many blue lock characters-) enjoy!

sypnosis: naughty boys deserve to get spankings. content/trigger warning(s): 18+. smut. masc/male-bodied!reader. dominant/top!reader. bratty bottoms. minor dub-con? (kaiser). forced masturabation (kaiser). spanking. one cock-stepping moment (shidou). masochism (shidou). ryusei has daddy issues. one-time usage of the word ‘daddy’ (shidou). hair-pulling. cursing. degradation. punishments w/ no actual penetration. ꒷꒦

MICHAEL KAISER.

There were numerous things that irritated you about your teammate Kaiser: his superiority complex, the way he talked down to others who he saw as inferior, his inhuman skill that rivaled some of our generation's greatest, and his ridiculously good looks. But you had no idea how you of all people had become his number one target on his shitlist. It began cordially enough—or as cordial as you could be when dealing with Kaiser—but things quickly devolved into vile territory. He would annoy you to no end, from bumping into you in the hallway to stealing your towels as you were getting out of the shower, to making patronizing comments about you during practice, and even enabling his lapdog Ness to steal the ball from you during what should have been obvious goals at your games.

He was always meticulous about his appearance, so you knew he was taking extra time in the shower to get rid of the hard work he had done today to make your life as miserable as possible. You headed for the showers, which were nearly empty, but for one in the middle, front and center, fit for an emperor, with the curtain closed and the water running. You heard the faintest tune hummed in German from behind the curtain, and, without warning, you fisted the curtain in your hand and snatched it open. Panic overcame Kaiser's handsome face as he saw you, his eyes widening in response to being leered at in his most vulnerable state. There was a fleeting look of fear in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a smug glare and a pinch of his eyebrows.

“R-Really, Y/N?” Even with the sneer in his tone, you could tell it was merely a ploy to cover up the tremble in his voice. “I didn’t take you for the perverted type who—”

You did not even wait for him to finish before stepping into the shower yourself, unconcerned about getting soaked while still fully clothed, and snatching the curtain closed behind you. Seeing the look of a silent fury twisting your features, Kaiser’s expression dropped. However, before he could attempt to make a break to safety, you were shoving him against the ceramic walls cheek-first while your body and sheer mass pinned him there from behind. He grunted, struggling against your overwhelming strength as your forearm pinned itself across his shoulder blades, firmly pinning him there.

“W-What are you doing?! Get off of m—”

You silenced him with a sharp swat to his, surprisingly, bubbly ass, the sound of the hit echoing off the walls around you two, and effectively quarreling whatever rebuttal he was about to spew your way.

“I’ve had enough of your shit, Kaiser.” You snarled, emphasizing your words with two well-placed smacks on both of his ass cheeks, making him yelp with each one. You held him taut, fisting the back of his dyed hair and pulling his head back until his ear was right next to your lips. Even then, you could see the faintest trace of horror and what looked like yearning in his wide, blue eyes. For what? You didn’t know, nor did you care, right now.

“You berate me on the field—”

SMACK.

“Thrownin’ off my obvious fuckin’ goals—”

SMACK.

“And stick your dumb little lapmutt onto me, just because you know you can’t devour me on your own—!”

SMACK. SMACK

Kaiser’s teeth were gritted as he tried to hold back his sharp grunts and ill-timed moans, but no sound could be hidden from your ears within the confines of the echoing chamber. You gave him the briefest moments of reprieve, groping his abused cheeks in your large palm as your hand shook with poorly contained malice. Your hand that was in his hair jerked his head back more, pulling him slightly off of the wall so that you could peer over his shoulder, only to confirm your suspicions that yes, Kaiser was hard, and yes he was getting off to this.

“Dirty bitch,” You snarled in his ear amidst your amused chuckle. “Are you really getting off to this? Getting your pretty lil’ cock hard over being spanked like a disobedient slut you are in the showers, huh?”

“O-Oh, fuck you, Y/N. I am not—AH~!”

Kaiser let out a high-pitched, sultry squeal as you gave him another well-earned smack on his ass, feeling the pleasure shoot through his veins and making his cock jump. His face was flushing red, just like his posterior, and it was not from the heat from the shower.

“Yeah?” You breathed haughtily in his ear. “Go on then, jerk your cock for me, baby. I know a desperate thing like you is just aching to cum all over these walls, aren’t you?”

His fists balled at his sides as his teeth gritted against one another, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of letting you have your way. You merely clicked your tongue at his behavior, releasing his grip on his hair to instead wrap your large palm around his throbbing shaft and pump him yourself instead.

Grasping at your shorts with one fist to maintain balance, he choked on his own groans, his knees weakening as his body shook against your powerful one. He twisted around in your grip, trying to struggle free from your sneaky fingers, but it was no use.

“Y-Y/N, you f-fucking, ngh! S-Stop that!” He spat half-heartedly, despite the fact that his hips were practically fucking themselves into your deft digits.

You didn’t respond to him verbally, instead giving him another smack on the ass, just to witness his hips jolt and his cock twitch in your palm, drawing a sadistic cackle from your lips.

“What kind of whore gets off on being spanked, huh? You some kind of masochist of somethin’, Micha’?”

He didn’t reply—he couldn’t reply. His vision blurred and his mind went numb from the pleasure of having his rival fist his cock and dominate him completely when he was at his most vulnerable. He looked so pretty like this, with his hues rolled behind his half-lidded lids, his jaw dropped and gaping to release a steady string of moans, a line of drool pooling from his lips while his cheeks flushed a deep red from the humiliation of it all—he was perfect.

His groans grew shrill, and, before you knew it, he was utilizing your body as a rock to stay upright while his legs trembled under him. In an instant, hot, thick ropes of sticky cum spewed from his throbbing shaft and over himself and the shower walls. His body convulsed in your hand as a barrage of obscenities and things you could not make out in German fell from his lips. You laughed at him, cackled at his humiliation, the exact same way he would do to you when he would knock you down.

You didn’t stop there. You continued to pump his cock until he was well into overstimulation and fighting to escape your grasp. He eventually triumphed over you with a forceful shove, sending you reeling a few paces behind him as his weakness caused him to fall to the ground. There on his knees, he gazed up at you, his lips parted and panting, his semi-hard cock twitching languidly against his thigh, his pupils blown wide. He was a beautiful wreck, and it was all your fault.

“Yeah, nah.” You huffed, observing how his unfocused eyes suddenly widened and his lips drew in a sharp gasp as he watched you reach into your shorts with a near-feral grin on your face.

“I’m not finished with you, yet.”

RYUSEI SHIDOU

You know what happens when you feed a gremlin after midnight? That was Ryusei, except every day and 24/7. So much so that he was frequently a well-deserved victim of Blue Lock’s “Anti-Riot” electric shock. Today was one of those instances where, once again, Ryusei and Rin couldn’t see eye-to-eye on the field, leading to the two getting into a physical altercation initiated by the former. This time, they both were electrocuted, but instead of having additional staff handle Ryusei, you effortlessly scooped the male up and over your shoulder, walking off of the practice field with him. No one else on PXG dared to question it, not even Julian Loki, who just watched on with a heavy sigh and a shake of his head.

You made your way to the locker room, kicking the door open with your foot before setting Ryusei’s semi-conscious and lethargic form down on one of the benches against a set of lockers. Picking up a stray water bottle, you aimed the nozzle at your boyfriend before squeezing mercilessly, allowing a continuous spray of water to pelt against the blonde’s face. He gasped and spluttered as he awoke with a start, using his coughs to try and resist your water assault.

“Y/N?! W-What the hell is your problem? Cut that shit out!” He all but snarled at you, spitting some of the water out of his mouth.

Releasing your grip on the bottle, you stared at him impassively, thoroughly unamused by both his behavior and his language. Using the collar of his shirt to wipe his face, Ryusei took a moment to get his bearings and realized that the two of you were in the locker room and not on the field.

“. . . What happe—”

“You know exactly what the fuck happened, Ryusei.” Your sharp tone cut him off, your eyes narrowing on his now-widened fuschia ones. He looked a bit taken aback by your tone, but as he took in your demeanor and the way you were sitting with your elbows on your knees while glowering at him through your lashes, he understood that you were pissed at him.

“We talked about this, Ryu. It doesn’t matter how pissed off you get, you can’t just start swinging on your teammates whenever they annoy you!” You berated him, standing up now as you threaded your hands through your hair in exasperation.

All the while, your boyfriend sat there, scratching at his ear with his pinky and blowing off the excess nonchalantly as though you were boring him.

“Jeez, this is why you brought me here? You’re starting to sound like my old man.”

You paused, hands dropping by your sides as you felt a vein pulsating just above your eyebrow.

Is he serious right now?

Ryusei stood up abruptly, thrusting his hands into his pockets and assuming his usual slouching stance. His lips were pulled into a frown, and his expression was uninterested, as if he couldn’t care less about what you were saying right now.

Taking a step closer to you, he would say, “Y’know, lecturing me isn’t going to do either of us any good, babe. I’m going to continue to do my own thing, and you’re going to continue doing yours. There is no need to waste any of our breaths.” A sly, joker-like grin formed on his face, a hand leaving his pocket to rise to your face, rudely flicking a strand of hair above your eye, “Kapeesh?”

You were silent, fists balled by your sides, as you resisted the urge to strangle the forward where he stood. Taking your silence as compliance, Ryusei rolled his eyes and began to stroll out of the locker room, done with the conversation. That is, if you had not prevented his departure by lunging your fist forward and balling up the back of his shirt from behind. On instinct, the blonde whipped around with the intention of landing one of his infamous kicks on the side of your head, which you easily countered by grabbing the front of his shirt in one hand and his face in the other and slammed him down onto the floor.

Like a hyena trapped in a poacher's net, he struggled fiercely beneath you, hissing, spitting, biting, and snarling at you. But you persisted in your silence, pressing harder with your hand on his jaw until you were forcefully smushing his cheek against the ground, forcing him to finally submit under your brute strength. The two of you lay there for a while, Ryusei panting heavily beneath you and you glowering him down with every inch of your being, before it was you who broke the silence.

“I’m sick of your shit, Ryusei.” For emphasis, you pressed down harder on his face, relishing in the whimper that emitted from his lips while you did so. “Talking about how I ‘sound like your old man’, well, maybe I should act like him and knock some fuckin’ sense into you, huh?”

Ryusei’s eyes flashed for a brief moment, full of indignation and trepidation, but you were unyielding.

“ . . . Do it, pus—”

You didn’t hesitate to give him a quick pop on the mouth to shut him up, much to his astonishment. Before he could react, you captured fistfuls of his spiked locks in your hand, dragging him over to the benches until you could sit down and lug your 185cm boyfriend over your muscular thighs. As the reality of the situation began to settle in on him, he immediately began to struggle as a slew of curses spat from his scowling brims. However, you quickly subdued him by pinning the wrist that was farthest from you behind his back and your own leg over the back of his calves, preventing him from moving anywhere.

“Y-Y/N, you can’t be serious!”

And you were. Without a word to him, your dominant hand rose into the air before delivering a swift swat to his rear. You didn’t hold back either, knowing that with his blue lock body suit and practice uniform on, the blow was well-cushioned. Ryusei lurched on your lap, his free hand dragging his blunt nails against the bench with a startled cry. His jaw clenched, extending his free arm as far as it could go before bringing it back unforgivingly to jab it into your side.

“Let me go, you fucking sadistic bastard!”

Sadistic, huh? You seized the top of his shorts and the bottom of his bodysuit in one swift motion, yanking them down his toned thighs to expose his equally caramlized cheeks. You struck his cheeks with a series of enraged blows, striking each one with a hard spank from your thick, callused hands. In an instant, his ass was turning a vivid red, and instead of attempting to resist you, he was concentrating on preparing for each of your relentless blows. However, your pace was unpredictable. Some swats were fast and in rapid succession of the latter, while others were slow and calculated, almost as though you were trying to soothe the skin in between hits. It was abundantly evident that you were trying to teach him a lesson and venting your anger toward him. Aside from the occasional grunt or whimper from your now-silent boyfriend, this was the quietest you had heard him all week.

You gave your boyfriend a moment of respite, making sure he had not fainted on your lap. You massaged his sore ass in your palm while releasing his limp arm to grab his hair and pull his head back so you could look him in the eye.

Ryusei's normally keen eyes were now unfocused and brimming with tears, rolling into the back of his head; his cheeks were flushed a fierce red, smeared with the few tears that had escaped his eyes; and his pink lips were parted, gasping as strands of crystalline drool pooled over his bottom lip.

You had ruined him.

“Oh, Ryusei. . .” You cooed mockingly, bringing both of your hands to his face to cup his cheeks gently. As you gently shook his face back and forth to get him to focus on you, he sank to his knees between your thighs. “C’mon, pretty boy. Stay w’me.”

It took a moment, but you could finally see the life resorting in his fuschia hues, just as you felt something sticky on your calf. Glancing past the ruined face of your boyfriend, you discovered that his slender cock was hard and pulsating, its red tip drooling with pre as it adhered to your leg and soaked a tiny puddle in the material of your bodysuit. Poor mutt. He had been so turned on by this that he nearly came right into your lap, and you hadn’t even realized it.

Then it hit you. That’s why he had gone quiet—not because he was focusing on prepping himself for your swats, but because he was focusing on trying not to cum.

“Aren’t you just pathetic, Ryu? Nuthin’ more than a dumb painslut who only thinks about fighting and getting a nut off.”

His brows furrowed from your degrading words, but he couldn’t help the way his cock jumped against your calf from having you be so, so mean to him.

“You wanna get off? Wanna cum all over your pretty self, hm?”

He gave a desperate nod, babbling out whatever few unintelligible words his stupid mind could manage, but they seemed to be in needy plea to cum. With a maniacal smile on your face, you violently wrenched your partner away from you while he looked up at you with those wide, desire-filled eyes.

“Y-Yes, fuck. Y/N please. .”

You silently moved your leg between his knees, pressing the top of your cleats against his balls, observing as he practically doubled-over your leg with a high-pitched whine, his cheek pressed against your knee as his arms wrapped around your calf. Already, his thighs were quivering around your foot as he tried not to cum right then and there from the stimulation.

“Fuck yourself on my shoe, Ryusei.” You demanded, watching as he gawked at you incredulously, but your expression was unchanging. “You wanna cum, don’t you?” You quipped, folding your arms over your chest and quirking an eyebrow at him, to which he nodded desperately once more. “Then hump my leg like the dirty mutt you are.”

With a muffled groan, he did as you demanded of him, albeit with a slight bit of hesitation. He made sure he was situated well enough, the underside of his cock pressed up against your laces as he gave a few testing thrusts of his hips, each one brushing against your shin every time. He gradually increased his speed before descending into complete degeneracy. Desperate to chase his release that had been building over time, he was fucking himself against your leg while huffing, panting, grunting, and groaning. Your partner, possessed by his untamed desire, was drooling over your thigh while you watched from above. Your own cock twitched in your shorts as you admired the already fucked-out and near pornographic expression on his face.

Aiding the little masochist further, you leaned over him to place yet another swat against his reddened ass, causing a cry of pleasure and pain to emit from his lips and his hips to sputter against you.

“You like being spanked like this, don’t you, painslut?” You growled into his ear, causing a high-pitched whine to sound from his drooling brims.

“Y-Yes! Yes! Hit me more! Ngh, p-please, Daddy!”

You hissed, your cock straining against the tight confines of the bodysuit you were trapped in, but you did not touch yourself just yet. This was about Ryusei, not you, after all.

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess over Daddy’s leg? Gonna cum all over his cleats? Hm, baby?”

“Hah, sh-shit! Yes, yes, yes! I-I’m gonna—mm’fuck~! C-Cum!”

A sadistic grin arose on your features, swatting another well-placed smack on his ass before leaning back on the bench, glowering down at Ryusei from over your nose. His fucked-out gaze could barely meet your own as the movement of his hips grew sloppy and his thighs quivered around your leg from the way you looked at him. He huffed, panting and drooling against your thigh as a slew of curses escaped his lips—he was close.

However, before he could enjoy the sweet, sweet euphoria of finally reaching his high, your hand threaded itself into his locks, peeled him off of you, and pushed him back into an opposing bench behind him. Ryusei gawked at you, utterly dumbfounded, as he slouched back against the bench, processing what had just happened. His cock, which was an angry red and throbbing, twitched against his thigh, thoroughly messy with pre. It took a moment, but his surprise soon gave way to frustration, and his face twisted with rage. Did you really just deny him?

“Y-Y/N, what the fu—”

“—Did you seriously think that you deserved to cum after the shit you pulled both on the field and in here, huh, Ryusei? Oh, don’t tell me you forgot that this was a punishment, babe.”

At your faux pout and mocking tone, he went silent, his face burning with indignation as his lips pressed themselves into a thin line. His eyes, despite being clouded by desire, had the faintest hints of vexation and desperation in them, which you picked up on. You rose to your feet, laughing at Ryusei's angrily pleading gaze, still desperate for his release but enraged that you refused to give it to him.

You bent over at the waist, grabbing his jaw in your palm, forcing your heated gazes to meet.

“Clean yourself up and get your ass back on that field, Ryu—and don’t you dare touch yourself, got it?”

Ryusei did not say anything in response; he just stared at you with that same disgruntled expression on his pretty face. Before long, he nodded, albeit not without the faintest of pouts appearing on his lips as he did so. You leaned in and gave his disheveled brims a quick peck before straightening up once more.

“Good. Now, hurry up,” You ordered as you began to make your way out of the locker room, however, not without casting a salacious stare over your shoulder in his direction. He was watching you go with his fists balled at his sides, his eyes begging for you to come back and let you finish. You didn’t.

“Don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head, Ryu. I’m dealing with you once practice is over.”

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Trigger Warning! Yandere! Implied Non-Con! Forced Marriage! Forced Cultural Assimilation! Power Imbalance! Royalty AU!

Yandere Blue Lock | Yandere Michael Kaiser | 5.4k words | unedited

Michael Kaiser was arrogant, and surpassed all reason with his gall. As if it had not been your people who had fed and clothed his own when their ship sank near the coast of your island.

Provided them with shelter and welcomed them with open arms when they had nowhere to go in the vast ocean.

Whether it was gold or medicine, you wasted no expense to extend your generous hand towards them, ensuring your guests stayed comfortably while within the confines of your island.

Their culture was strange to you who had grown up in a matriarchy, surrounded by warriors and women admirable in both strength and intelligence. In fact, it was the opposite of your own. Men were the ones who held most of the power in their country, no wonder they looked so flabbergasted when there were no other men on the island beside themselves, surrounded by well built women tanned under the scorching sun, beyond anything they were used to as they had said many times.

They weren’t as bad as many stories told, they shared whatever was spared from the ocean on their ship, blankets, food that you had never come across and strange trinkets you still couldn’t fully understand.

Kaiser was strange even when you first met him, commanding those around him so naturally unlike you who was egalitarian in the making. Treating everyone with equal consideration and respect. Conceit lining his every action, as if he looked down on all those that surrounded him.

Had it not been for them not having anywhere else to go, you wouldn’t have let them near your people, especially not when it was evident he looked down on you.

“Your ‘country’ is run solely by women?” He seemed almost indignant when presented with this information. Despite this, you still bid them farewell with a smile on your face and nothing but prayers of good fortune for the journey that lies ahead of them.

So imagine your surprise when you receive a letter, a threat, the familiar arrogance dripping from each sentence written in the paper. ‘Surrender or else.’ That was basically what he was saying, that bastard. Acting as if your people hadn’t done all they did for his own.

But yours was a country of warriors, you’d fight them even if it cost your lives.

Or so you had thought, but the enemy never came. Instead, your numbers fell from within, one after another, all those around you fell ill, weakened until they could barely stand. You had barely managed to contain the infection when he came, that coward.

“You don’t seem to be doing very well.” He taunted, grinning from ear to ear as he looked down on you.

“A country run by women… isolated from the world. I was wondering for how long that’d work out for you.” He said as he walked circling around you, as a hyena would to its prey. He spared a few glances towards your surroundings, examining the sickly state many, including you were in. A rather cruel idea came to mind as he looked into your eyes, that defiance, sheer hatred that lined them, he wondered if he could crush it, like taming a wild animal in a sense.

“You’ll all die at this rate, why not come with me? The old geezer’s been pestering me lately to get married and I think you'd do nicely [name]. What do you say?” Even as he suggested something as serious as marriage, he had a certain playfulness in his tone, as if he was just mocking you, waiting for you to say yes just to laugh in your face.

“Even at a time like this you seem to spare no opportunity to mock us.” You spat back at him, not having braced yourself for the bruising hold on your jaw he now had.

“I’m sorry, I think I should rephrase that, I made it sound like I almost gave you a choice.” And with that, he released your aching jaw and walked out, you could overhear him ordering one of the men that came with him and while you didn't understand their language, you could assume it had something to do with you.

….

While most of the girls were against it, they understood you had no choice unless they were willing to face off against those strange men in their current condition. So it was decided, in exchange for treatment and protection from other invaders with similar intentions to Kaiser’s, you’d go with him. It felt dehumanising, to be traded like livestock but you didn’t want to think of what would happen had you opposed the idea as vehemently as you planned to.

Instead you focused on what to do once you reached his home country, it was a long journey, turns out that his men had settled on the just a few days on boat away from your island. His true home country, the one you learnt he would rule over was much further, a climate noticeably colder and duller than what you were used to.

“I expect you to be on your best behaviour once we get there, we wouldn’t want them to think you’re an uneducated savage, would we?” You despised how he spoke to you, slower, in a simpler way and overwhelmingly patronising, as one would to a child.

“I’m aware.” You replied.

He made you learn his country's language during the journey, so while he read government papers and complex books, he forced you to read children’s books out loud. Laughing at how you’d pronounce certain words, chuckle as you tried your best to differentiate between one sound and another and ensure you were thoroughly embarrassed before explaining anything you didn't understand.

He let you wear your own clothes at least, but even this, he assured, was only until you reached land, until he could have a tailor skilled enough to make something befitting of his future wife.

You couldn’t help but curse him under your breath every single day, pray he’d come down with sickness or fall overboard, pray he’d die, a slow painful death. But even this had to be done in secrecy, not because of how ill you wished him but because he forbade anything that held any semblance to your culture.

It was foolish to think he’d lose interest once you returned to his homeland, surrounded by enough women and shiny things to forget about you, men were fickle, or so the older women always told you. But not Kaiser to your dismay, instead he seemed even more invested in finding ways to make your life more difficult, from dance instructors to history and politics. Each day felt daunting as you missed your small island home, wanting for nothing more than to return to your home and your true family.

With what little you spoke of their language you could tell you weren’t the most welcome of guests, the maids’ glances towards you weren’t exactly overflowing in kindness and the older men that visited Kaiser seemed equally troubled by your presence.

“Who would dare say anything to my kaiserin.” There it was, the new nickname he had picked for you among a myriad of others, some more insulting than others. Not that Kaiser cared, he seemed to pay no mind to what you thought. Instead he seemed to be much more focused on your untouched plate.

“You’re not eating. I can’t have you looking like a corpse at our wedding, darling.” You just continued to stare down at your plate, its contents didn’t seem fit to be called food to you, not with how tasteless they were, even prisoners ate better in your homeland. You furrowed your brows as you took a bite, trying to chew as little as possible as to not taste any of it.

“I’m sure you’ve been taught better table manners than that, dear.” You didn’t like the way he looked at you, it’s as if he was looking at something lesser than him, lesser than human in his eyes.

“The food…I don’t like how it tastes.” You muttered under your breath in what little German you spoke.

“I suppose it’ll take time to develop an appreciation for high class food, I understand, especially after you’ve been eating garbage most of your life. No wonder you were so weak back then.” He never seemed to miss a chance to insult your culture. You were sure whatever garbage you had eaten before was much more filling than these scraps.

…

You had always enjoyed running around freely in the past, taking in the beauty of nature, but here, it would be rare to find any nature at all among the concrete jungle. And whatever little greenery there was was hidden by the accursed weather. Dull and gloomy, much like the country itself.

And god forbid your handmaidens let you out without hiding you among layers over layers of fabric, weighing you down just enough to make sure you would tire yourself out to not suggest going out for another few days.

But even that seems like a privilege to you now as you look out the large window in your room. He had come to visit earlier, drunk— clearly as seen from the pink in his cheeks and the unmistakable stench of alcohol coming from him.

“You’ll look so nice in a wedding dress, my precious kaiserin. I can’t wait to see you in white.” He said as he got closer than you’d have allowed, draping his arms around you as he sunk into the crook of your neck. You couldn’t help but scrunch your nose as he took in your scent. For an emperor as great as he claimed he was, he seemed to act a bit too depraved.

That’s when he went for it, tried to remove your dress. Your heartbeat racing as a mix of anxiety and dread overflowed from your thoughts as they clouded your judgement. In the midst of the moment, you shoved him away, ending in him being pushed onto your bed while you were now on the floor.

“What…?” He seemed angry, really, really angry. You didn't want to know what he would do so you just spewed whatever came to mind in hopes of something convincing enough to at least reduce whatever punishment he would give you now.

“The… The wedding! You have to wait. We should only do this after marriage. That’s what the priest said, we cannot do this unless we’re husband and wife!” You exclaimed as Kaiser simply looked at you, now having regained his composure.

You hoped this would buy you some time, at least enough to think of a way out without endangering the lives of your people. Your wedding was still a few months away, this would be enough time to do whatever was necessary.

Or so you had thought.

“Your highness, we cannot allow you to go out like this! Please understand, we’re under strict orders from the emperor. You must focus on your bridal studies. The tailor will also be coming today with the finalised dress.” The maid said, or rather pleased, she didn’t look any more pleased with the current arrangements as you were. That bastard, he moved your wedding from a few months to just weeks away after that. No wonder he had been so quiet lately. Everyone had begged that he rethink it but he paid them no mind, simply ordering that they prepare everything by the end of the month, sending everyone inside and outside the palace into a frenzy.

He didn’t forget to reprimand you for pushing him away either, forbidding anyone from allowing you outside the walls unless he himself allows it himself. Leaving you confined to your room most of the time, preparing for your wedding. Your stomach dropped at the mere thought of it.

…

Despite what he made you think, Kaiser was just as busy with wedding preparations as you were. Only the most grand event would be worthy of him and his precious wife. You used to be so aggressive when you first came, refusing to speak the language, firing insults at him every time he spoke. He found it adorable how you stuttered this time around. He did have to punish you for pushing him away, that was unacceptable, but the way you tried to reason with him, that desperate look in your eyes made him want to devour you right then and there.

It was rewarding to see the fruit of his labour.

It brought a smile to his face just to think about you.

“Have you heard? Apparently the empress is so beautiful that the emperor keeps her in a separate palace, he doesn’t allow any male servants near her so they aren’t seduced by your beauty.” A younger man, probably the son of a noble, seeing as how ignorant he was, said. The other men around him simply added more fuel to the fire as they continued to gossip amongst themselves.

The male couldn’t help but let out a dry chuckle. Would they have said the same thing had they seen you as you were back in your little island? Ragged and sickly, so ready to jump anyone that came too close to you as a string of curse words left your mouth. So unladylike, he was sure they wouldn’t.

None of them would have seen your potential like you did, he was the one who polished you into the gem that you were today so it’s only right he’s the only one to enjoy the benefits of it.

He’ll have to make sure you don’t have to interact with these scum too much during the wedding, Kaiser thought as he held himself back from ripping their tongues out right then and there, there were better, quieter ways to deal with people like that. No point in causing a commotion, especially when your wedding was so close, when you would finally have to resign yourself to your fate, sealed in his hands and his alone.

“Your highness please keep your arms up so that the tailor can fit the dress.” One of the maids said as a few others rustled around you, trying to fit the dress on you, ensure that it was safely fastened so as to avoid any accidents during your actual wedding.

“I hope you don't mind me intruding on your fitting session, my precious kaiserin.” Kaiser said as he invited himself in, his eyes set on you and the dress that just made you all the more alluring. Jewels that were worn by women of his family for centuries before this splayed all around the room as the maids tried to agree on the most fitting one and a dress made by the most prestigious tailor in the continent, all to represent his country, the mother of his nation.

…

The servants had all long gone now, leaving you alone with Kaiser. They giggled amongst themselves as they left, you had heard many talk about the lovely relationship between you two, oh how you wished to deny it all.

“You didn’t have to come.” You said, still insistent on avoiding eye contact with Kaiser.

“I can’t help but notice darling, you never seem to say my name. We’re to be wed soon, wouldn’t it be better for you to refer to your husband-to-be by his name?” You couldn’t understand why he seemed so intent in closing the distance between you two, as if to keep you from running off— not that there were any places where you could seek shelter from him and his overbearing presence.

Discomfort was evident in you as you tried to pry him away. It’d be hard to believe that you were the same person capable of taking out his men with relative ease. Kaiser, however, paid it no mind, instead leaning in closer as he took a hold of your chin, barely any distance left between you two, your breath hitching as you tried your best to divert the topic on to anything else.

“Come now, how hard can it be to say Michael, you’ve pronounced harder words darling, this should be easy for you.” He said leaning in even more. His lips practically on yours at this point, your efforts to pull away being left in vain as you hit the back of the sofa you were on.

“Michael, I said it, now please stop this!” You pleaded, but it would be difficult to reason with him now. Something about the way you said his name just felt so attractive to him. Maybe it was your accent, despite your best attempts, it was still hard to conceal it.

“Say it again.”

“W..what?” He looked like he was in a trance, no sign of his usual shit eating grin, a blank expression on his face as he stared back into your eyes, waiting for the words to leave your mouth.

“Michael.” You knitted your brows as your cheeks went red from embarrassment. It felt strange, demeaning almost. As if he were watching a child say its first words.

“Again.” Was he serious? You thought to yourself.

…

Hate Kaiser as you will, at the moment, he was the only one that could allow you to go out so in some messed up way, you had started to look forward to his visits. And with only a few days until your wedding, you couldn’t help but grow anxious so as insufferable as he was, at least you could enjoy a breath of fresh air, away from the stuffy palace in his presence.

You couldn’t help but take in the scenery, the same that seemed so lacking compared to your homeland just a few months ago

“That dress you wore earlier today suits you well, darling.” He said, eyes still focused on the freshly bloomed flowers.

“I’m sure it did, seeing how they had to practically starve me so that I could fit in it.” Your German had improved a lot lately, you could even use complex sentences now, not as insistent on using your mother tongue as you used to be, it brought him pride every time he heard you speak it.

“Stuffing your face like an uncivilised beast would be unbecoming of a lady of your standing regardless of whether there is a dress to fit into or not, my dear.“ Some part of you was convinced he did this so you wouldn’t have the energy to escape.

“I wasn’t aware basic human needs had become uncivilised in your glorious empire.”

“You’ve been behaving well lately, it’s in your best interest to keep that up, darling.” It had been ages since you last acted up, Kaiser had thought he had crushed your rebellious spirit by now. He could forgive this, maybe it was just you getting antsy because of your wedding.

…

You’d received many congratulatory gifts before your wedding, most from people you had never before met. Foreign emissaries, nobles and others, all filled with congratulations and well wishes but you spared them no attention, instead focusing on the letter sent to you by your friends and family back home, your real home. During the time it took for the letter to get to you it was already quite dated but you still read it over and over again, written in your home tongue and filled with words of encouragement. Details you feared you had forgotten, people who you couldn’t picture in your head anymore but longed for each passing day. Kaiser didn’t allow letters most of the time, especially not when they were written in your home tongue, a reminder of your unruly past as he saw it.

This one was a wedding gift, a final goodbye to your friends and family before you became someone even you couldn’t recognize.

You read it over and over again. Tears formed in your eyes as you realised just how much you had forgotten, turning into a sobbing mess before you even realised.

“Had I known this is how you’d act, I'd have thought twice before giving you that letter.” There he was again, so eager to interrupt any thoughts of your home.

“I- I’m sorry.” You managed to say between sobs, trying to compose yourself before he said anything else, carefully tucking the letter away into your study drawer.

“May I write back to them?” You asked, practically pleaded considering the pathetic state you were in.

“We’ve talked about this before, dear. You know I dislike repeating myself.”

“Only once please—! I won’t ask again, Michael please just this once—!”

He seemed displeased with your request but instead of saying anything, he merely got up and approached your desk. However, to your surprise, he simply walked past you, instead kneeling in front of your drawers, taking the letter out and before you could react, he ripped it to shreds, right in front of you. Not even sparing the remains, opting to throw them into the lit fireplace, making sure they were burnt to a crisp before facing you again.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, leaving it on the desk.

“W-what’s this?” It was hard to talk to him after what he had just done, you wanted nothing more than to curse him.

“A list of names I’ve narrowed down, choose the one you like most by tonight, otherwise I’ll choose the one I like most.” He said nonchalantly.

“Names…? Why would you need me to choose a name?”

He merely looked at you disdained.

“You’ve not been baptised yet, I can’t be marrying a heretic, dear.”

“Is it really necessary to change my name though?”

He slammed his hand on your desk.

“You were behaving so well up until yesterday, so you seemed to have forgotten under whose jurisdiction that beloved island of yours is, my dear.” And with that, he stole a small kiss from your lips and left.

None of the names on the list felt pleasant to your tongue, they all sounded so foreign so Kaiser ended up choosing for you, he seemed happy to do so anyway. Things moved fast from there, in under a week so much had happened. Everyone around you seemed so overjoyed, everyone except you who was intent on ignoring your reality. Repeating over and over again the words you had read in that letter as a desperate attempt to remember your homeland. With even your name now replaced, nothing besides fickle memories was left but even those seemed to fade so fast.

…

Time moved fast when you were trying to hold on to it, hours turned into mere seconds. It became hard to grasp something so intangible as you walked down an aisle surrounded by strangers, in a building equally as unfamiliar.

Ironically, the only thing that wasn’t foreign was Kaiser, the man that had dragged you out so far across the map in the first place.

As the priest had you decide words you couldn’t fully comprehend and as hundreds of eyes peered onto you, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. Seeking what little comfort there was in them.

“All hail his highness the kaiser and kaiserin. May god bless their reign!” The man exclaimed as a string of cheers echoed through the large chapel, flower petals gently falling as the light from the stained glass windows of all colours seeped through.

Your breath hitching all of a sudden as you felt Kaiser’s hand on your waist.

“Nothing will save you today my darling bride.” He whispered into your ear with his usual devilish grin, his eyes still facing the guests.

You dreaded what was to come, his mere presence brought shivers to your spine. How were you supposed to spend the rest of your life with a man like that?

In the large ballroom, one after another, the guests greeted you, paying respects, asking if you remember them and their wedding gifs, each trying to outdo the last. But even in all the commotion, with the music drowning the room in even more noise, even then, your mind could only dread what awaited you once the music stopped and you were guided away.

…

You could feel it, his heartbeat. The constant thumping, mechanical like a clockwork in a sense. It wasn’t as erratic as yours, fast paced yes but you were sure the wine he downed earlier had something to do with that.

Reflexively moving away as he tried to inch closer, only to be met with a bruising grip, one fully intent on keeping you in place.

“Not today, my kaiserin, no. Today, I’ll enjoy all you have to offer and so will you. All you have to do is be good.” He said, barely audible as he looked at you with something between drunken stupor and sheer lust. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, taking a moment to breathe in your scent before his teeth sink in, you let out a hiss, trying your best to push him away or to at least have him stop but to no avail.

He took your home, your name—identity and that night, he took your body as well, leaving you with nothing at all.

He took all you had to offer and in turn left you with child, his child.

You only found out months later, as the sickness seemed to become too much to excuse as just a cold or upset stomach. As your dresses became increasingly difficult to fit into. And as if to add insult to injury, the physician thought it to be more important to inform Kaiser before he did you.

As if it wasn’t you who would carry this child for months to come.

“You’re the mother of my empire and now of my child as well, my kaiserin. You’ve brought me nothing but joy.” He said as he brought you into an embrace as the physician left.

But while Kaiser spewed affirmations of love and joy, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. Not when the first thought in your mind had been to compare his—your child to a parasite, like its father it would take and take from you.

Even beasts loved their kin, what a monster you had become to think that of your own child.

“Ahh.” You couldn’t help but wail. You didn’t want to bring such a child into the world, what a cruel mother you were. Uncontrollable sobs echoed through the room as you tried to cover your face, block out the man whose head up until mere moments ago laid on your lap, now looking at you with an unfamiliar expression of surprise. But it was quick to contort into something more akin to hurt and anger.

“…Why are you crying?” He whispered, the lack of his usual confidence and playfulness putting you off. His hands now firmly holding your face in place, leaving your tear stricken face with no choice but to face his.

“My first thought when I heard of the child…” You paused as more tears streamed down your face.

“I wished it’d die!” You exclaimed. “H-How can someone like me be a mother?”

“What have I become? What have you turned me into?!” You broke down once again, unable to see the sheer disgust in Kaiser’s expression, not until he forced your face up again.

“You’re carrying my child, the heir to my empire. You’d best act like it, my dear.” He scared you at times like these, when the familiar playfully hint in his eyes got replaced with a cruel look, one you would give your enemy, or someone you saw as less than human.

There was only one thing you hated more than that, it was when he acted like nothing happened the day after.

As he embraced you and his child, a smile wider than any you had seen before, acting as if you hadn't said what you did. As if you didn’t wilt away every day before your son's birth. He looked like him, like Kaiser. The same eyes, same hair, even his face held more semblance to him than you.

…

You sat in the shade, sheltered from the pathetic rays of sun if they could even be called that. Tea and other snacks set on the small table in front of you. Looking out the garden to see three young boys running around.

They laughed and chased after one and another, wooden swords and whatever the garden could provide turned into toys.

“I’m the emperor so I get to take all your land!” The eldest proclaimed.

“That’s not fair, you were emperor last time! This is my land, you can take Wilhelm land instead!” The youngest retorted, pointing towards his older brother.

“No! That’s not fair, you’re both cheating! Mother, tell them to stop, it’s my turn to be the hero!” Your second son, Wilhelm said, insisting you tell the other two off for cheating.

An airy buckle leaving your lips as you looked at the small boys, little, all three of them holding little if any resemblance to you.

“You two all got your turns, let’s let Wilhelm be emperor today, hmm?” The boys both let out a whine before they resumed their game, still equally as loud as before.

It was hard to face your children at times when you were reminded of when you first found out about your pregnancy. But you’ve learnt to bury those memories now. Between official duties and your children, there was little time for such thoughts in your day. Perhaps that was why you had forgotten all else.

You used to have a home but you remembered nothing of it, not what it looked like nor where you lived, maybe, if you tried really hard, you could recall its name.

There used to be people in your life before Kaiser but now, even if they were in front of you you doubted you would recognize them. It’s hard to hold onto memories when they’re so fleeting regardless of how hard you try. Not when even recalling them is an offence worth punishing in your husband’s eyes.

“Father!” Speak of the devil. The children screamed in unison, running towards Kaiser who had already opened his arms, welcoming them all for a hug.

They looked so innocent, unaware of the true nature of their father. Of course they would be when he stopped you from teaching them a single word in your home tongue, to utter a single word of your past would not be easily forgiven.

“My, if it isn’t my little princes.” He said between chuckles as the children tried to tackle him to the ground.

“Where’s your mother?”

“Mother is over there!” The youngest said, pointing his finger towards you. Kaiser giving you his classic grin. Taking the two youngest boys by the hand as he walked towards you.

As they walked side by side it was easier than ever to tell how much they resemble their father. Everything, from how they looked to even their names was foreign to you.

A chaste kiss on the cheek waking you from your trance as you looked behind you to find your husband and children, all smiling and laughing amongst themselves,

“What were you thinking to be so deep in thought?” He asked, receiving a simple ‘Nothing much.’ As a reply, interrupted by one of the children who seemed eager to jump on your lap and reach for sweets from the small table.

You doubt you’ll ever come to accept this life as your own, you’ll forever look into the mirror and try to recognize the stranger that you had become. But there was no home to return now, Kaiser had made sure of that, tearing it apart piece by piece, no people left on what was once your entire world, not when they all left for better opportunities to neighbouring countries. Nor did you have any pride, not when he tore it apart bit by bit.

Now you could only hope to be content, to one day entirely forget what you had known. To forget the pain of forgetting and to truly live in the present. Even if it’s with the man responsible for putting you through such pain.

Masterlist

[annzera]

Y/N got a puppy

Kaiser: It's not even that cute

Y/N: Why? Are you jealous?

Kaiser: Me? Jealous? Ha!

Few Moments Later

Kaiser: Listen here you attention thief

The puppy look at Kaiser while panting and and wagging his tail cutely: ARF!!

[ritsufeet]

stay with me.

longing [ ft. m. kaiser ]

i don’t want u to leave… in which kaiser longs for you more than he thought he would.

k by cigarettes after sex heavily recommend to listen to while reading!!

all works from luvmouche & ritsufeet on tumblr.

𒁷 sfw, (forced to) made for ivelle (@n6gi)

𒁷 cw// hurt comfort(?), kaiser is too busy for u (dickhead), but it gets better i think, mutual longing, kissing smooch smooch, umm idk what else, kaiser tw🤓, “m” is his nickname given by the reader, rly short fic btw, slightly ooc kaiser but yk what idc!

i made this for ivelle this is literally yhe only bllk fic ill ever make (maybe) also i dont even like kaiser (kurona bwtter) i originally made this in my notes app i had to decide whether or not i eveb wanted to post this on tumblrHelp

synopsis: michael kaiser is a cruel, busy man—yet he finds himself pining for your warmth more than he expected.

not proofread!!!

kaiser, michael

your boyfriend, michael kaiser, who’s a famous, up and coming athlete, never has any time for you.

“i’m leaving, i have a meeting today.” he says, hurriedly pushing his shoes on with heavy sighs. you look at him and frown, “again? m, you never have any time for me anymore…”

“i know, but i’ll make it up to you, i promise. just not today, i’m busy.” he huffs, frowning right back at you, his blonde hair sways messily in front of his face and his fingers coming up to brush them up and out of the way again. you frown deepens and you sigh.

he looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “what? what’s wrong with you?” his question only makes you sadder.

“can’t you stay?”

“no, i can’t. you know this. i said i’d make it up to you, didn’t i? trust my word.” you know this, you already know… but you can’t help but already begin to miss him.

he’s often gone for long hours, sometimes it’s more than just hours. it’s hard loving him when he’s absent majority of the time, and when he’s not gone, he’s doing something else that doesn’t involve spending time with you. what could be so important, anyway? of course, you love him, you love his career and support him with everything you can, but he could at least love you a little back.

you slowly walk over to him when he’s finished putting on his shoes. he looks at you with soft eyes, a face that he doesn’t show often. vulnerability that doesn’t come easily to him, something he only shows to you. “i’m sorry,” he says, his hand cupping your cheek. you relish in his touch, leaning into his palm. “i really wish i could stay too. you know that as well as i do.” he caresses your cheek, sliding his thumb over your skin.

“i get it… you should go, you don’t want to be late, right?” you look at him giving a reassuring smile. “i’ll be here, like i always am.” his heart aches as those words leave you, and the urge washes over him. he brings himself to your lips and kisses you—sweet, quick, and loving. he lets himself linger there for as long as he needs to. he doesn’t want to be late, yet he finds himself not wanting to move a single inch away from you. he wants to stay, wants to be here with you and the comfort of your kisses.

you pull away instead, you put your hand right above his—the one caressing your cheek so gently and longingly that you fear that it’d break his heart if he tore it away—and squeeze it. his face is solemn, his gaze wavering. he’s staring at you, but he looks away, as if hesitant to say anything. then, he looks at you again, and purses his lips. “..i love you.” your reassuring smile turns into a genuine one. “i love you too, m.”

he pulls you into a hug, holding you longer than just a few seconds, and he can hear himself the moment he decided to just go ‘ah, fuck it.’ a barely audible chuckle comes from his voice leaving you wondering what’s so funny.

“on second thought, i don’t think they’ll mind if i miss a day or two.” he says, smiling.

a/n: i hope ur happy ivelle. k bye im tired fuckkk

[snaillock]

Hi there! Could you write barou, Kaiser and kunigami with a male reader where the bllk boy wants to introduce reader to their parents but reader is really nervous because they rarely encounter non homophobic parents?

I hope it's okay and didn't miss any rules. You can pick whatever format you want and if you don't wanna do all characters, you can just pick one of them as well. Hope you have a great day <3

meeting their families

ft. barou, kaiser, kunigami

tags: lowkey anxious male reader, pre-wc kunigami, me guessing what kaiser’s parents are like so that part could be easily outdated once his backstory is out

barou shoei

when you stood next to him in front of his house, all your nerves suddenly rushed back to you.

“uh barou, are you sure this will go well?”

“yeah of course. i don’t get why you’re freaking out so much”

“well what if your family doesn’t like that you’re dating a guy. oh god what if they judge me and then kick me out? oh no… what if they kick you ou-”

“oh chill out already. my family will be fine with you. trust me,” he reassured you as he walked you to the porch before you could spiral all over again. just like you did on the drive over, “though my sisters can be bit… overbearing. just don’t worry about them too much.”

you couldn’t help but grin as felt some of your confidence come back, “oh wow! the barou shoei calling someone else overbearing? oh my, this is serious! i must brace myself.”

all he did was glare at you before knocking on the front door. once the door opened, you were immediately greeted by loud and cheery hugs from two girls probably a couple years younger than barou gushing about the cute guy he brought home. they soon bombarded you with questions about your relationship that you could barely comprehend from how overwhelming their excitement got. you didn’t even have a chance to take your shoes off. eventually barou had to pull them off of you.

oh that type of overbearing. got it! seems like meeting the family won’t be too bad after all.

michael kaiser

you and kaiser sat at the table for four at some fancy restaurant you haven’t even heard of. the two seats at the other side of the table were empty. you could feel the anticipation and tension in the air as kaiser wasn’t wearing his usual self-assured expression.

“kaiser, are you sure i should be here?” you felt yourself getting more and more nervous the longer you waited. “i mean you haven’t seen your parents since you were a baby and i don’t think me being here will help.”

kaiser looked at you with an uncharacteristic expression of worry on his face. “what do you mean? i really need you here right now.” he placed his hand on top of yours and squeezed it. then some frustration he kept inside of him resurfaced on his face. “those two bastards basically abandoned their own son and now all of a sudden they want to ‘reconnect’ with me, when i’m way more successful than they could ever be?” he scoffed, “yeah right.”

he sighed as he glared at the two empty seats in front of him. “i don’t think i can do this on my own.”

“yeah don’t worry. i’ll stay right here.” you squeezed his hand in return, “i just hope they won’t say anything weird about our relationship. after all, i only know bad things about them so who knows what they’ll say about you, their son, being with another man.”

he sneered, “is that what you’ve been worried about this whole time? who cares what they think about you, my darling? if i’m right and they’re only here to leech off my success, then we’ll just leave and i’ll never have to speak to them again.”

you sighed and smiled at him, “yeah you’re right. well ideally i hope you’re not because i do wish for you to have a nice relationship with your family. but either way, i guess it’ll turn out ok.”

a moment after you said that, an older couple that shared kaiser’s features sat down in front of you two.

kunigami rensuke

kunigami hung up the phone after a one hour conversation. "my parents just called and they said they wanna meet you soon."

"wait what?!” you started getting worried. “they do? are you sure we should do this?”

"yeah why not?” he sat down on the couch right next to you, “they'll love you."

“your parents know you’re dating a guy, right?”

“they don’t yet. they kinda assumed i’m in a relationship and said they wanted to meet my partner but don’t worry it’ll be chill.”

your face dropped and you immediately panicked. “what? you haven’t told them?!”

“no but they’ll be more than ok with it.” he shrugged like it was the most casual thing he could say, “i’ve brought guys home before.”

“you have!?”

“yeah?" he looked at you like he had absolutely no clue as to why you're so surprised. "my parents know i date men.”

“they do!?”

“ah shit. i must’ve forgotten to tell you. i’m already out to my family. have been for a while actually.”

“ah i see.” you sighed and leaned back down onto the cushions, calming down from the anxiety and confusion, “that makes a lot more sense now.” however that was soon replaced with annoyance.

“oh you asshole!” you threw one of the couch pillows at his head. “you had me freaking over nothing.”

he laughed as he grabbed the pillow from his face, “i’m sorry babe! it just slipped my mind.”

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[monkayemporor]

Poly parenting!

Synopsis: Life in a poly relationship with male reader and fem!Blue Lock

Featuring: Kaiser Ness Rin Isagi Sae Shidou

NOTES: I hope this isn’t cringe! Should I make part 2?

-You can pray to whoever you want, but it’s definite that you’ll have gray hairs by the time you’re 30.

KAISER & NESS

-It started with you and Kaiser dating each other, no Ness in the picture.

-Then one day Kaiser asked if she could bring her pet over. And like any sane person, you thought it was an actual animal.

-Imagine your surprise when she pulled up with a human being, Alexis Ness. 

 “Dear, that’s not an animal…”

 “I said I was bringing over my mutt. This is her.”

 “...”

-Ness acts like you’re the biggest cockblocker between her and Kaiser (you are) and hates your ass.

-Though, you and Ness grow closer over Kaiser, and eventually, all three of you fall in love with each other.

-Timeskip to the wedding day and it’s crazy. With Kaiser demanding something suitable of a empress like her. While you and Ness just stood on the sidelines. 

-But you manage to get past the vows and onto the honeymoon. 

-Moving onto kids, I can see the idea of one kid. (You can decide who carried them. Or if they were adopted) 

-And if it’s not obvious, neither of them is strict with the child. 

-Ness saying ‘no’ is quite literally impossible and Kaiser isn’t exactly helping by spoiling them rotten. So it’s up to you to play the role of ‘Strcit Dad’ 

-Only the best schools for the kid. And according to Kaiser, they must be raised in Germany. Even if you aren’t German. But the child can still learn your native language.

-Ness is literally in bliss because her dream of a family with Kaiser (and you) has finally come true.

-Kaiser’s ego takes a boost whenever she takes the family on vacations or just days out. She simply adores the praise and loves showing off her child. 

-While you’re married to an egotistical narcissist and an obsessive woman, all you can do is pray your kid doesn’t end up like either of them.

ISAGI & RIN

-You either knew what you were doing when you started dating both rivals, or no clue. Absolutely no in-between. 

-You knew Isagi from being her childhood best friend, and once when she invited you to a party celebrating the latest match (totally just because you were friends), you couldn’t help but catch her rival’s eye. Rin Itoshi.

-Thus began the competition between both strikers to win your heart. At first, you entertained it but after the fourth fight of the week, you had to put your foot down and decided enter a poly relationship with them.

-The wedding day isn't easy either. But both women manage to shut up and get through the vows for this marriage. 

 “Do you take Yoichi Isagi and Rin Itoshi as your wives?”

 “Fuck no.” (What should’ve happened 🤡)

-Their rivalry extends to even the kids. One kid from each mother. Why? I don’t know either. The only thing that’s concrete was the fact that you couldn’t walk for some time once they were done with you.

-Two daughters from one striker and a son from the other. Making only two guys vs. four ladies (Trust me it’s not fun)

-Rin’s determined to turn her kids into football stars while Isagi’s more laid back and chill. 

-You can usually find Isagi asleep on the couch with the children whenever she returns late from practice. 

-Isagi also tends to show off pictures of her kids to her teammates which quickly gets annoying, forcing Rin to hold her back. 

-Rin acts like she doesn’t smother your kids in affection behind closed doors.

 “Our children are better than Sae’s.”

 “But she doesn’t even have any?” 

-Praying for your sanity in this marriage.

SAE & SHIDOU

-You were kidnapped for the wedding by Shidou.

-You and Sae knew each other from Spain, where you were assigned as her manager. But unlike the previous ones, the midfielder enjoyed you and found you slightly less annoying than the others. 

-Being the only one she liked, you two managed to bond over football and life. 

-Really good friendship and then you started to date her privately. 

-You met Shidou during the U-20 game where she scared the shit out of you.

-Sadly, when Sae gave this batshit crazy mfer her number, she gave yours too. Why? No idea.

-You and Sae were forced to endure the most out-of-pocket texts (she sent nudes-)

 “What the fuck is wrong with her?”

 “I mean…they’re bigger than yours…”

-When Shidou broke into Sae’s place, she caught you and the midfielder doing…stuff.

-Chaos ensued.

 “We’re going back to Spain, [Name].”

 “FINALLY!”

 (This never happened. Author simply has no idea what he’s doing)

-What actually happens is Shidou forcing Sae, who forced you, into a relationship. 

-At this point, contemplate suicide because there’s no way you’re physically surviving Shidou. Whether in bed or not. 

-Timeskip to the wedding and despite your prayers, Rin Itoshi shows up. Ensuing chaos 0.2

“Why is Rin staring at you, Shidou.”

 “...Shidou?...”

-The wedding ends with both Rin and Shidou in the hospital while you and Sae just…

-When it comes to kids, Shidou’s the most enthusiastic about. (Who could forget the womb scene?)

-You and Sae on the other hand aren’t really into the idea. 

 “We have to have kids! To leave our mark on the world!”

 “...”

 “...”

-In the end, you guys give in and have a kid. One son to be exact that Shidou carried.

-Sae’s still not onboard until the kid finally arrives.

-Then she acts as if she always wanted a kid. 

-Shidou’s always egging the boy on fights and loves having fun with him.

 “We told you to not let him beat up the other kid!”

 “Sorry, not sorry.”

-You can pray to whoever you want, but it’s definite that you’ll have gray hairs by the time you’re 30.

NOTES: You can tell I was running out of idea towards the end…But anyway! If you guys want me to do a part two, it’ll have Nagi/Reo Noa/Ego and Barou/Lorenzo!

[chigirims]

#masterlist

⋆⁎˚ ꒰ఎ Requests are open ໒꒱ ˚⁎⋆

˚ most often I write male readers ; but have no problem with fem readers.

↷ my imagine..blue lock !

01 ; 02 ; 03 ; 04 ; 05 ; 06 ; 07 ; soon..

↷ boyfriends (lil) hcs.

Chigiri hyoma

01 ; 02 ; soon..

Reo mikage

01 ; 02 soon..

⋆⁎˚ ꒰ఎ I only put them for the moment, I will add the others later, give me a little time, I have to do those before. ໒꒱ ˚⁎⋆

↷ boyfriends ( long ) hcs

Soon...

[leosxrealm]

just read my kaiser x male! reader work again and goddamnnnn😩🤭

i’m actually so proud of that one. usually re-reading my works make me cringe but not this one. this one got me blushing and shi like🤭🤭

(yea, i be giggling at my own works💀)

[toorurs]

coffe for your head

synopsis: going to college and being freshly enrolled in college as a freshman was probably the worst decision you could've made in your entire life. the amount of exams, lectures and stress were torture, but those could easily be forgotten with a cup of coffee and a cute stranger.

pairing: gn reader x michael kaiser |  wordcount: 1.2k | warnings: non-established relationship, first encounter..ig??, small talk (i hate small talk), michael kaiser (...)

a/n: to make up for my angsty post the other day and this is like a half assed proof read fic that I did at 3 am so if there are any mistakes sorryyyyyy LMFAO

going to school has never been fun, not in elementary school nor high school and especially not in college. after all, appearing for a good 75 minutes to listen to one lecture and then going back home to sleep, eat, learn and repeat - was definitely not the "exciting" college life you had in mind.

being a freshman wasn't all that fun either. It's the first year at college and you're already burnt out due to exam stress and classes (which you were only surviving with energy drinks and instant coffee) had to be some sort of sick joke that the universe was playing on you. 

after all, you thought that college life would be fun - way more fun, just like in the movies.  where you'd go out with friends everyday or would have a party or a frat to attend to during the weekends. but no, instead of doing any of that you were cramped in your small college dorm for most of the time being.

though you were able to forgive the universe quickly or fate or whatever major force made this gorgeous man appear in front of you. 

just as autumn approached and the leaves were beginning to turn a reddish brown colour and had started to rustle underneath your shoe soles, you met him - standing in front of the small coffee shop which everyone on your campus went to.

"do you need any help, dear?" your ears twitched upon noticing a male voice that came from behind you. as you turned around to face the stranger that offered his help, your eyes locked with his cerulean ones.

admittedly, you were whole-heartedly expecting some cocky senior that wanted to tease you for not being able to open the door and get a good laugh out of it, but to your surprise you were met with a handsome blond haired and blue eyed guy.

as your eyes swayed over him, you took in his appearance and form. he looked about 6 feet tall making him a bit taller than most guys on campus, his hair was also tied back into a man bun with only some strands hanging in the front. that was when you  noticed that his hair wasn't only blond but blue too, it seemed like he dyed the ends of his hair blue to match his eyes. 

from his head and face your eyes darted down to his body, he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white zip up jacket that was layered above a black turtleneck. on his shoulder hung a duffle bag and his hands were buried deeply in his pockets probably due to the cold weather. 

after you were done with analysing his basically whole being, your eyes met with his cerulean ones again.

"done staring? If you like me that much why not take a picture. it'll last longer" he tilted his head to the side and gave you a small smirk. "what gave you the impression that i was staring at you? i was simply just analysing you, in case you were some creep that'd start hitting on me." you snorted with laughter though you were a bit embarrassed by the fact that he caught you red-handed.

upon hearing that he let out a small chuckle. "well I can't deny that you're cute but I'm here for the coffee, not you, m'sorry. maybe next time." the first part of his sentence made the tips of your ears go red (you convince yourself that it's from the cold). which resulted in the last part of his sentence going in one ear and out of the other.

"come on, let me help you open the door and get our asses inside. we don't want your ears to turn even redder or that one of us catches a cold" he moved from his previous spot over to the entrance and put his hand on the door handle. you turned around to him and faced his back as you let out a sigh of relief upon hearing his words - he seemed to believe that your ears were turning red because of the cold weather and not his words. "yeah that'd be very nice, thanks. though I have to warn you, i've been trying to open this door for a good 2 minutes and it hasn't budged a bit!"

just as you ended your sentence the loud and squeaky door dragged itself against the old mahogany wooden floor. "well that's because you kept pulling instead of pushing". he held out the door for you as a sign for you to enter.

"oh" your voice cracked as you replied in a sheepish tone as you were still standing at the entrance. "i was totally aware of that, just wanted to test the people at our school, you know? that's what i totally wanted to do.." he gave you a small smile and let out a quiet laugh. "sure, whatever you say. now come on in and enter, before the place gets full".

with a small nod directed at him you enter and trail behind him to the cashier. a "hello, what can i get for you?" comes from behind the counter.

"ah. excuse me and give me a moment please". out of his duffle bag he hurriedly pulled out a small box that revealed a pair of glasses. "now let's see", he pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and his eyes started to dart over the names on the menu.  

after a while he sighed and put his glasses back into the small box. "i'll just have an americano to-go and as for the cutie behind me..". he turned around to face you and leaned forward, to quietly whisper a "what do you want"? Honestly his boldness and closeness took you aback but you just answered him with a simple "a cappuccino to go, i suppose". you started to look away and your eyes started to wander around the room, in hopes of escaping his lingering gaze that rested on you. (suddenly the wall was very interesting). upon hearing that he smiled and said "nice choice", before turning back to the cashier.

"so as said, my order is an americano to-go and a cappuccino to-go". the person that stood at the register only nodded and wrote down the orders for the baristas to prepare, before speaking up again. "alright, that'd be 11.40". 

before you could register what was happening the blonde in front of you swiped his card smoothly along the card reader. "if our coffees are ready to go just call out "michael"".

once again the cashier nodded in acknowledgement and told the both of you to take a seat.

"so.. your name is michael?" you sat down and tried to talk to him in hopes of intending small talk to avoid awkwardness. that's right" he gave you a reassuring smile which made you relieved. 

"ah right! before I forget it". you panicky started to reach in the depths of your tote bag to fish out your wallet and pull out a bill and some coins. "here, the money. i really appreciate your kind gesture but there was really no need for that"

he let out a quiet chuckle. "i should be the one saying that", he paused for a moment before speaking up again. "but you know I'm not really in need of money because there's more from where that came from" he winked at you and let out a small laugh. 

"so, instead of giving me money, why not give me your number"?

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e/n: reblogs are greatly appreciated! hes so insufferable but ilh

[shyhaya]

I had my first request yayyyyyyy! the bad part is my phone stopped working and erased everything I wrote ;-;

Still, here it is! I don't think I put Blue Lock in my fandom list but I guess that drawing of Nagi gave me away huh? Nevermind that, fluffy headcannons coming right up! ^^ (Anon if you're seeing this I hope you like it!)

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Kisses for You and I [Nagi Seishiro, Mikage Reo & Michael Kaiser x GN!Reader / SFW!]

❯── Nagi ──❮

When it comes to receiving kisses from his s/o this lazy boy doesn't really have a preference. As long as he's getting his dose of affection from you he's good.

With that said, he does have an inclination for tender forehead kisses.

Something about his lovely other half moving his bangs and pecking his forehead softly whenever they greet him or when he's taking a nap makes his heart flutter.

Usually, this type of kisses lead to him wanting to cuddle with you and if you don't I dare you he'll hover over you until you give in and go cuddle with him!

Obviously he loves kisses on the lips. In fact they're exactly what he needs after a long day of soccer practice. When he gets home he expects you to give him a kiss. If you don't he'll take them but beware he might not stop.

If you kiss his cheek or neck he'll blush and nuzzle his face on your shoulder or chest (doesn't matter if you're a female or male) ^^

Now, when he's the one giving he's extremely lazy, as expected. Don't get him wrong he truly loves kissing you but it's such a hassle to get up from his spot and follow you if you're doing anything.

However, if he's very needy he will put the effort to go to you. And will probably drag you to the bed/couch to snuggle while he claims his prize.

He likes to kiss his s/o's neck to see their flustered expression. And if you kiss his forehead he'll do the same.

His favorite spot to kiss his partner is on their lips. The way they feel against his it's like it was meant to be. His second favorite place is your shoulder or chest.

Overall, Sei might not look like it but he adores your affection (he'll start to wonder if he did something wrong if you haven't kissed him in all day) <3

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❯── Reo ──❮

This boy is such a sweetheart, be it receiving or giving affection.

He really likes when his partner kisses his cheek or any spot on his face in general. Just greet him or pull him close and smooch him all over his face. He'll smile and blush so pretty <3

When you kiss his lips, make sure to not pull away very soon. He loves long and sweet kisses. It doesn't have to be heated or anything, he just wants to feel you close.

Good morning and good night kisses are a must! Also kisses before his matches! Don't forget it or he'll start acting like the spoiled little brat he is. He'll pout and refuse to go on with his day if you just brush it off.

Just kiss him please, he'll get back to normal ^^

He doesn't mind his s/o kissing him in front of his friends or teammates. It shows they're not afraid of showing him off (he does the same). Of course, he cherishes the kisses you two share when you're alone even more.

If it's him the one giving kisses they're always tender and full of love.

He likes hugging his partner from behind and placing a kiss on their shoulder or neck. The warmth of their skin is soothing to him. He'll love it if you do the same!

He likes to tease sometimes so he might get very close and then just kiss your cheek or forehead. After that he'll steal a kiss from your lips because he can't help himself.

Sometimes when you're chilling in your home, talking about anything or watching TV he'll take your hand and kiss your knuckles and each finger. He smiles afterwards and ask for a real kiss.

He gets flustered when you kiss his chest, you can use this to your advantage :3

All in all, Reo finds you and your kisses a real treasure.

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❯── Michael ──❮

Honestly, if the other two were very clingy and needy for kisses, this man is a total menace!

It's like he can't function well without your kisses. I think he's the type to act all cool and make you think he think so at least you're the one that is practically begging for his attention.

If you go with the flow, you'll discover he loves when you kiss the area of his arm and shoulder that is covered by his rose tattoo. Seeing you treat him so lovingly makes him smile.

Pull him in by the waist and kiss his jawline. He'll smirk and ask you if it's a way of flirting or you're just so in love with him. For me, it'll be both

Although, if you take his hands and kiss the back of them, you'll catch him by surprise and maybe will be able to see him blushing. Like, really blushing. Bold actions make him act even more bold, but little gestures of endearment like that will fluster him. > <

He gets so damn dramatic when you forget to kiss him or are distracted with something. Like, he'll say you don't love him and all. Shut him up with a kiss, that works even if you're falling in his trap.

When it's the other way around it's not so different. He needs to kiss you at least three times a day. You know he'll always want more but whatever.

He needs a kiss before all of his games if you're with him. After the game too.

He likes to steals kisses when you least expect it. The expression you make is so pretty to him. Also, if you're cuddling or doing whatever just know that he'll press a kiss on your forehead, hands, cheek and wherever if you let him. He's the real "I can't get enough of you"

Unsurprisingly, his favorite kisses are on the lips. There's nothing better for him than kissing his lover, his one and only.

At the end of the day, Michael is just a guy in love who cannot go a day without his love's kisses. <3

I hope I did okay.. ahhh I can't believe this was my first request I'm so happy :3

Anyways, Thank you for reading!

[novemlia]

LOVE ME, NOT HIM!

sum: kaiser gets jealous when your attention is no longer on him, but on a certain bastard müchen midfielder, Alexis Ness. warnings: kaiser, kaiser being jealous, gn!reader, kaiser deserves being a warning, kinda ooc!kaiser and being overprotective, me being biased when it comes to Ness

ft. Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness a/n: i hate and love kaiser and ness so much, this is also a kaiser x reader but slight possible ness x reader if ykwim

wc: 0.5k words

He doesn't like that you've gotten so close with Ness. Scratch that, he hates it. He's so used of people fawning and swooning for his good looks and great goals. The prodigy, the genius, the ace and main striker of Bastard Müchen, the Michael Kaiser. Yet here he is, frustrated that he can't even obtain a single drop of attention from you. All because you and Ness became best friends.

It's not a big deal, not at all. He could handle it. If you could just stop talking about Ness all the time, maybe he could.

Every time you visit, you make a beeline straight towards Ness and not him! Like he just let out the biggest shocked gasp when you hugged Ness first before him. Before the Michael Kaiser??? How could you do such a thing?? He was flabbergasted, appalled, dumbstruck, too stunned to speak to the finest point where you'd be shocked it was Kaiser making that sour face whenever he saw you prioritize greeting Ness before him.

Kaiser was excited that you were coming to assist one of his practices. He was ecstatic, over the moon when you called him to tell him about that. He could finally show you why he was deserving to be the ace of the team. No matter how arrogant or rude he seemed, he always treated you as an equal. Unbeknownst you, he just so happened to have the biggest crush on you in which you attending gave him a chance of showing off like always. He made sure you were looking at him playing, making sure he was the only one you couldn't keep your eyes off.

After practice, he approached you on the benches with Ness tailing right behind him.

Seeing the duo coming closer, you waved and greeted them with a smile. "You guys were great as always!" Oh my god did you just boost his ego tenfold which is supposed to be practically impossible considering his ego is as big as Megamind's forehead and his as well if not even bigger but surprise surprise, you just did. He was looking at you stand up from the bench thinking you were going to approach him, but instead you decided to hug the male behind him. Kaiser's face morphed into the most petrified and betrayed face like you just grew 15 heads and ate his so-called beautiful hair.

Ness, however, being the well-mannered nice best friend he is, hugged you back. Kaiser now just wanted to unsee what was happening right in front of him. So, he proceeded to break off the long hug between you and Ness and picked you up like a potato sac, dragging you away. "Wha- Kaiser put me down!" He didn't consider that at all yet still put you down once you guys were far away from the magenta haired midfielder. Once you were down, you started scolding him as he pouts like a 5 year old throwing a fit. Yeah, sure, he may be an annoying jealous prick. There is no but, he is one, but he'll always be your annoying jealous prick.

He'll just tell you one day about how feels but for now, he'd rather not and decides to just hug you as an apology. He'll make sure however that everyone knows that you're his, sooner or later.

extra a/n: i hate and love that turtle smiling looking dude. both him and ness. reqs are also open so feel free to drop some for me to write!

[maochira]

Can I request a itoshi brother's younger sister reader x nagi seishiro

like the reader has the quiteness of her brothers and also their skills but didnt get the under eyelash of her brothers because she has their mothers facial figure, so some blue lock players where shock to see the female players rankings that there is a girl with an itoshi surname in the RANK 1, and now they know that your brother is rin and sae

somewhat there is a blue lock program for female football players,

there is somewhat a thing between the reader and nagi that nagi's teammates somewhat observe,

nagi blushing around when the reader is walking pass the blue lock hallway (there is a different building for female and male players but eats together in the building's massive canteen), gets motivated in games whenever they look into each others eyes

Gets jealous when kaiser flirts with the reader, and the reader find kaiser weird so she stays quite (nagi and her brothers protective traits unlock 😭)

OKAY SO FIRST OFF this is a great request!!! But I only write gn!reader so I hope you don't mind,, it's pretty much all written in the second person tho so no use of third-person pronouns anyways. I also changed some story aspects a tiny bit

Requests are open!

Masterlist and upcoming Blue Lock writing event

Tags: gn!Itoshi!reader, reader is a year younger than Rin so 15, reader is in a team that's currently training in Blue Lock with the Blue Lock Eleven and U-20 team before Neo Egoist League, Bastard München is there for some reason (it's only so I can fulfil the request of adding Kaiser), really canon-wise and lore-wise this makes no sense but it's my silly brain producing silly headcanons and scenarios

-you're amazing at soccer, your skill being extremely close to Rin's. But despite that, you're kind of an outsider in your own team. During matches you work great together, but off of the field there's no connection

-that means, you're pretty much a loner in Blue Lock. Especially because you know no one in the other teams, except for your brothers. But they're not exactly on the best terms with each other, so you never get to spend time with both of them.

-sometimes players from the other teams talk to you, but it's only because you're an Itoshi sibling. Besides that, so far no one has been interested in knowing you as a person yet

-it's very obvious how most of their interest in you is because you're an Itoshi sibling. Because at first, no one cared about you. You weren't noticed as an Itoshi sibling because you look a little more different from your brothers, especially your eyes. But as soon as there was a ranking list with your name, of course, suddenly everyone wanted to know you

-but your quiet personality makes them lose interest quite fast, so you're not being bothered for longer than a few days

-ever since seeing you for the first time, Nagi often watches you from a distance. He has figured out at what time you eat dinner, so he tries to be in the dining hall at around the same time, because he really wants to see you

-it really doesn't take him long until he develops a crush on you. And he crushes real hard. Always blushing when he walks past you or when your teams are at soccer practice together

-he doesn't know how to approach you, so he doesn't. Although he thinks about ways to talk to you whenever he lies in bed, unable to fall asleep because all he can think about are your pretty eyes

-it's one of those evenings when you're having dinner all on your own. Occasionally, Nagi's gaze wanders over to you

-by now, you've noticed how often he looks at you and you've noticed him blushing when near you. But you've never talked to him so far. You're kind of interested in knowing what kind of person he is, though. You've seen him play soccer and impressed with his skills (although you believe you're better than him)

-you're minding your own business, eating dinner. And then he sits down next to you. Michael Kaiser.

-he attempts to flirt with you, for minutes, despite how you show no interest in him at all. You only roll your eyes and try to ignore him

-Nagi sees all of this and walks up to you and Kaiser. Somehow, he gets Kaiser to leave you. Nagi asks if you're okay and he's happy he finally got the courage to talk to you

-but before you get to answer, suddenly both of your brothers stand behind him

-they make Nagi leave, and although he doesn't want to, he really doesn't feel like starting an argument with your brothers, so he leaves and returns to the table he was sitting at before

-the next day, you're a bit late to dinner. It has Nagi worried because he thinks you ate earlier today, so he's a bit disappointed he doesn't get to see you

-when you enter the dining hall, you see Nagi sitting on his regular seat with some of his teammates. While you're getting your food, you get the idea to sit next to him. So that's what do you

-you walk towards Nagi, asking if it's okay to sit down next to him. And that's the first time you see him smiling so brightly