#michael kaiser drabble

[mymegumi]

I FUCKED UP, OH GIRL I KNOW ও MICHAEL KAISER

cw — toxic/manipulative relationship

the two of you just could never seem to stay away from each other

“c’mon, baby,” kaiser’s voice filters through the door, sweet and lilting as he speaks to you, “don’t be like this. ‘m here to apologize.”

“fuck off.”

you can barely hear kaiser’s laugh through the door and the sound of him knocking again. “baby, don’t you wanna see what i got you?”

you pause. just as you were about to walk away from the door and resolve to ignore kaiser for the rest of the day, he does what he does best—sinks his claws into you.

from the moment you’ve met him, you and kaiser have circled each other like planets in orbit. never was there a moment when you weren’t on his lap at a party or he was at your side when you called for him. as if magnetized to him, you tried to be as close as possible. alike as you were, even magnets push away from each other.

pulling open the door, kaiser is standing in front of you in a plain pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. there’s golden rings dotting his fingers and the thin white gold chain hangs around his neck as it always does. his tattoo peeks through his shirt and there’s a cocky smile on his lips, infuriating enough it almost makes you shut the door in his face again.

almost.

“are those roses?” the question comes out unbelieving.

for all the times the two of you have argued, kaiser has never bought you flowers. usually you’d ignore each other for a few days before one of you would end up texting each other again.

kaiser’s smirk turns sweet and he nods, holding the hand out that’s occupied with flowers. there’s a bit of a shake in his hand, and you think you can see him shifting from side to side, almost nervous. but you can’t be right, because kaiser has never shown you a side of him that wasn’t overconfident, conceited or even downright unbearable. he was practically made of walls, never letting them down for anything.

“can we go back to how things were now?” his tone is mildly pleading and you purse your lips as you take the flowers from his outstretched hand. “i miss you.”

“missing my birthday was fucked up.” you furrow your brow and cross your arms across your chest, as if trying to keep your emotions from spilling out to him. inviting kaiser to a small birthday celebration was hard for you, and for him to not even text you ‘happy birthday’ and miss the party was just a slap across the face.

he sighs, free hand now pushing his hair from his face. “i fucked up, baby, and i’m sorry. i’ll be better and it’ll never happen again. let me make it up to you.”

if you had a nickel for every time he said he’d change, you’d be rich beyond words—and if he had a nickel for every time you took him back, he’d be just as rich.

holding out your arms for a hug, you sigh softly as he envelops you. his scent is just as piercing as the day you met him and you bury your face in his shoulder.

“i missed you.” he murmurs it against your hair, and you know he means it.

there was no you without kaiser and there was no kaiser without you. it didn’t matter what he did or what he promised, at the end of the day, you ended up in each others arms.

“i know.”

[itoshiexx]

running your fingers through their hair

you are now reading... LENA'S 1K MILESTONE EVENT FIC!

↳ itoshi rin, michael kaiser, reo mikage (separate) + cafuné (n.) - running your fingers through the hair of someone you love

notes: omg hi guys! i'm freaking ALIVE!!! i know i've been terribly inactive but life as a recently graduated lawyer has been INSANE and i barely have time to breathe, let alone write. regardless, i was able to finish this after some struggle, and i really hope you guys like it! cafuné is a brazilian word and it's something i love very much, so thank you anon, @kyukiss and @etoiile for the request and sorry it took so long ♥

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Itoshi Rin

“you remind me of a dog, you know?”

rin’s eyes shoot open with your unexpected words, and you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever witnessed on his face when it came to you. 

“excuse me?”

his tone is supposed to be threatening, but his voice is slightly laced with sleep, so it sounds a lot more like a whine. you snort a little bit, pausing your ministrations on his head, where your fingers run through his hair. 

“not in a bad way, baby. i just mean you’re like a puppy when you want my attention,” you giggled a little, and if rin didn’t love the sound so much, he would have berated you. 

“that’s absolutely not true.”

“it is, though. you came back from practice all tired and grumpy, and the first thing you did was put your head on my lap because you wanted me to run my fingers through your hair. you didn’t even showered, rin.”

“i did shower! on the locker rooms!”

you smile mischievously. “oh, i thought the dampness was from sweat. i was about to call you out for being stinky.”

rin’s grimace worsened, and a pout formed on his lips. you couldn’t resist the urge to squish his cute cheeks together. god, he was so adorable it tugged on your heartstrings. how was that even possible?

you lowered your head to give him a quick kiss, and although rin tried to deepen it, you pulled away fast, grinning once again. he knew what was coming even before you said it. “you’re also like a puppy when you trail after me around the house. a lost puppy.”

his groan reverberated through the whole apartment, and rin shoved your hands away from his face, scowling. “i fucking hate you.”

“no, you don’t.”

“i hate you. i’m serious.”

you giggled again. “so why didn’t you leave my lap then?”

his eyes met yours, and you kind of relished in the furrow of his brows. it made his pout even cuter. “…what.”

smugness radiated off of you, because you knew rin — your rin — like the back of your hand. and if there was an universal truth in the world, it would be that the younger itoshi was down bad for you. enough for him to stay despite your shenanigans that always got on his nerves.

“i said, if you hate me, then why didn’t you leave my lap?”

his mouth opened, but no retort came out. he gaped like a fish for a few seconds before groaning again, turning his body so that he could hide his face on your stomach. you laughed at his childish behavior, knowing it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. not many people were able to see this vulnerable side of him, and you were glad to be one of them. 

“shut up.”

“yeah, yeah. you big baby.”

comfortable silence engulfed the both of you, and rin remained hidden on your stomach as you picked up the book you were previously reading, wanting to continue the story. though your left hand was suddenly tugged to lay on your boyfriend’s head.

“keep going,” he murmured, “…please?”

a gentle smile took over your features, and you were quick to run your fingers through his dark, silky strands. rin sighed softly, content with the affection you gave him — as if your angelic hands could take away every doubt swirling on his mind and wipe off the tiredness from his sore body.

“of course,” you said. and your mind completed silently: i’d keep going forever if it made you happy.

perhaps you were down bad, too.

Michael Kaiser

contrary to popular belief, michael kaiser was not a bad boyfriend. 

despite his huge ego, his narcissistic tendencies and his extravagant yet somehow rude personality, he wasn’t the type of guy to treat his partner poorly. in fact, he was a very attentive boyfriend, always doing his best to make sure you were happy and healthy.

or maybe it was just you. who knows.

whatever his reasons were, you relished the fact he took such good care of you, even if he wasn’t physically present because of away games — because michael was very good at making people notice him. whether it was with a bouquet of your favorite flowers delivered to your job, a nice breakfast cooked before you woke or even a small note of love professions. 

however, nothing really compared to having him there, with you, flesh and bone. 

especially on those days you just felt so miserable you wanted to disappear. 

“liebling? you okay?”

it was one of kaiser’s rare day offs, and all you wished for was to spend some much needed quality time with your boyfriend. though, this wasn’t possible due to your job, one you liked having despite michael saying he could support the both of you financially.

but the day at work just sucked. like, a lot. it was that kind of day where things go from bad to worse in a matter of minutes, and when you swear it can’t get shittier, it does.

you were exhausted and emotionally drained. the whole drive back to your shared apartment you were holding back tears, and the dam broke the second you heard kaiser asking you that.

“whoa!” the blonde exclaimed when your bodies collided on a tight hug. “what is it, engel? what happened? did someone hurt you?”

his worried tone just made you sob harder, and kaiser rubbed his hands on your back, trying to give you some comfort. he started to sway your bodies together while humming, doing everything to calm you down.

eventually, your sobs died down, and your boyfriend carefully brought you to the couch, making you lay on top of him; head on his chest. he started to gently scratch your scalp, running his long fingers through your hair.

“you feeling any better?” he asked in a low tone.

“yeah. thank you, mikka.”

the blond only hummed. “do you… want to talk about it?”

you had to stifle a giggle. god, he was so cute. even when he sucked at talking about feelings, he always made an effort for you. 

you slowly shook your head. “jus’ had a really bad day. but it’s okay now.”

his eyes softened impossibly, and you nearly swooned at the sight. “yeah?” 

michael kissed your forehead, and kept threading his fingers among your locks in a gentle caress. you smiled, because it was all you really needed to be comforted.

“yeah.”

Mikage Reo

reo’s body collapsed on top of yours, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs. you should have been used to it by now, really, since he’d always do that after you finished your smexy times, but sometimes it still caught you off guard.

“reo, you’re heavy,” you groaned, teasing him. “get off me!”

“give a guy a break, will you?” he whined. “i’m tired.”

your giggle reverberated through his body, and reo repositioned himself to lay his head on your chest, hugging your waist tightly as if to never let you go. he’d rather lose all his fortune before he let that happen. 

“is mr. athlete getting out of shape? i didn’t know this light exercise could make you so…”

your boyfriend interrupted you with a groan. “babe!”

you raised your hands in mock surrender, giggling again, and reo thought maybe he didn’t really care about your teasing if it meant seeing you this happy. he loved you in all your versions, but carefree was his favorite one. 

“sorry, baby. i’ll make it up to you, yeah?”

before he could make a suggestive joke, his breath hitched in his throat when your soft hands started caressing his hair, gentle fingers threading through his purple locks making him sigh. it was so unfair, he thought, how you managed to disarm him with just a small touch, reduce him to putty in your palms with a little gesture of affection. some of his friends said he was a fool in love, and reo couldn’t agree more. 

your love made him silly, but he didn’t hate it. he could never hate anything about you. all mikage reo was able to feel was love, love, love, an emotion so strong it nearly overwhelmed all of his senses, making him forget about all his worries and responsibilities — heck, even the whole world. and he didn’t mind if the world burned as long as he could keep you safe and away from the flames.

“what are you thinking about?” the whisper of your voice echoed the walls of your shared bedroom. 

“what makes you think i’m thinking about something?”

though reo couldn’t see you, he knew you rolled your eyes. 

“it’s usually how the human mind works, honey,” you answered, your wit making him stifle a laugh. “besides, you’re always so chatty, talking my ear off—”

“hey!”

“—so it always concerns me when you get quiet.”

the heir sighed, letting the silence linger a little longer to recollect his thoughts. reo usually didn’t have a hard time expressing himself with words, but sometimes his heart swelled so much it made it hard to think. so, pretty much every time he was with you.

“it’s just… i’m thinking about how i never really believed in past lives and reincarnation. i never really believed in soulmates, either,” he said, and you paid attention to every word. mesmerized by the wonder in his voice and even more by the sparkle in his purple eyes when he averted his gaze to yours. 

“but when i think about you, love… when i see you in my arms or when i rest in yours, i’m sure you are my soulmate, and that we were together in every lifetime. it’s always been you. it will always be.”

your chest swelled with love for the man laying in your embrace, and you tried to hold back the tears from falling. god, he was everything. you didn’t even know what you did to deserve a lover like mikage reo, but you were far from complaining. 

you gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead, trying to convey even a fraction of the love and adoration you held for him, and looked back to caress his face. then, smiling with the world in your eyes, you answered:

“it’s always been you, too.”

© 2024 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[earthtooz]

OMG IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH FOR FAKE PT.2 I LOVED PT 1 SM I LOVE YOU SM EHEHEH

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ─ when the reader receives hate ! pt 1

includes: reo mikage, michael kaiser, isagi yoichi

warnings: gn!reader, they/them prns in kaiser + isagi, 2k+ wc for reo, 1.6k for kaiser and 1k for isagi, ooc!characters, borderline panic attack in reo's, hate and negative comments, happy endings for all, let me know if i'm missing any warnings, bad wriitng LOL

a/n: ask and u shall receive ! bro why is the cover image so low quality i can't be assed to fix it - ANYWAYS ENJOY ANON !!!

MIKAGE REO:

if there’s one thing reo is used to, it’s the amount of eyes constantly surveying his every move. there is not one aspect of his life that hasn’t been intruded by the amount of aristocratic families wondering how he’s doing. reo’s quite fed up with it himself. 

but of course, if there’s one thing dating reo mikage entails, it’s having those same eyes scrutinising your every move even harder- a fact you accepted before he asked you to be his. a fact you were starting to get used to.

despite all the glamourised smiles and ambiguous compliments of your relationship, there will always be some who aren’t afraid to voice their opinions.

which, is how you got stuck talking to some ceo’s daughter at a gala you were attending as reo’s plus one. 

“i’m not trying to be mean or anything, just honest,” she says with a particular slice of her hands, flaunting her expensive nails and jewellery. “but i don’t think you’re right for reo, and i know i am not the only one who thinks that! don’t you think it’s time you stop hogging him and y’know, return him to those who really deserve him?”

something disgusting churns within you at the way she talks of your boyfriend, as if he were some goal; a fish in a sea of hungry fishermen. the statement makes you feel violated, you can’t imagine how reo would feel being talked about like this for his entire life.

“and who might that be?” you counter, trying your best to remain calm and not give in to the storm within you.

she flares her nostrils, narrowing her perfectly painted eyes. “look around. take a good glance at the competition.”

“i won’t do that because there is no competition. reo chose me, whether you like it or not,” you firmly place your drink down on the table beside you before pointedly showing her the beautiful promise ring, encrusted with diamonds that reo himself placed on your finger. “besides, if there even was a competition in the first place, i’m afraid you’re all much too late.”

with a final sneer, she turns around with a pointed flick of her healthy, smooth hair before walking away, classy and expensive as ever.

just like everyone around you.

you, on the other hand, find it hard to breathe, and the luxurious fabric of your even more luxurious outfit is clinging to your body. before you even know it, you’re making a run for the exit, slipping past crowds of people and ignoring their looks of curiosity. 

no one would bother to look too long anyways.

you should be proud of how you managed to remain level-headed during that interaction, but you can’t help but give in to her manipulative tactics. you did take a good look of the competition and they all looked like millions upon millions of dollars. they have had their life plan sorted from the very moment of their birth, their destiny handed to them of a silver platter, and although you know to look beyond the materialism and gold, it’s hard to ignore it when you’re surrounded by marble walls and crystal chandeliers.

suddenly feeling like an imposter, you just want to hop in a cab and go home.

bolting through expansive halls with decorative arches and doors to match, you’re almost at the parking lot where the chauffeurs awaited, just a flight of stairs await your descent.

it’s not until a hand catches your wrist that you stop. 

turning around, you find no comfort in the familiarity of reo’s face which was laced with concern and worry. he’s panting, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin, and his hair was all over his face. was he chasing after you?

“y/n! where are you going?” the purple-haired asks, eyebrows furrowing even more as he notices the distressed state you’re in. he grabs both your hands, manoeuvring you to look him square in the eyes. except, it’s so difficult, you’re looking everywhere but at him. “i was calling your name the entire time, did you not hear me?” 

“reo, please, leave me alone,” you request with a shaky voice, trying to get out of his grip with no success.

“i can’t, not when you’re like this,” he protests, “deep breaths, y/n, come back to me.”

a few moments of silence pass by, allowing you to return to your senses as reo holds your hands against his heart, stroking your skin with his thumb. no longer overwhelmed and suffocated by your thoughts, it’s hard to look your boyfriend in the eye, cowering away from his gaze.

“what’s the matter?” he asks gently, pressing a hand against your cheek delicately. it’s warm. you want to melt into him.

“it’s- i, i had a really- you know what, nevermind,” you murmur, shaking your head, turning your back against reo as you pull your hands away from his. 

you miss the expression of heartbreak that appears on his pretty face. 

your cold actions don’t deter him. instead, it makes him more determined to stay by your side, chasing after you even as you descend down the stairs. since your shoes were a lot more complicated than his, the soccer player catches up to you quickly to guide you by the small of your back as he mirrors your pace.

“i want to go home,” you mutter to him once you’re on the ground, trying your best not to collapse under the gaze of so many, surrounded by butlers and chauffeurs.  

he nods with a gentle gaze. “let’s go home then.”

his kindness is not enough to shield you from the scrutiny that bears into you. “no, reo, you should stay, i’ll just catch a taxi home or something.”

he looks at you in pure astonishment, slightly taken back by your weird attitude. 

“but i don’t want to. why would i want to stay if you’re not?” asks the purple-haired. 

opting to remain silent rather than answer, you try to walk towards the main road of the highway, only to be cut off by reo shoving himself in front of you.

“and why would i let you take a cab home?” your purple-haired lover questions, placing both of his hands on his cheeks so you can finally look him in the eye. “y/n, what’s going on? something happened, didn’t it?”

taking both of his hands away from your face, you take a step away; once again missing the look of astonishment and heartbreak that appears on reo’s face. “nothing happened,” you say stubbornly, rubbing your hands against your arms.

“i don’t want to go home if you’re like this, can we please just talk for a little?” he remains behind you, getting the hint that you don’t want to be provoked or touched in any way, even if it’s killing him. the soccer player’s fingers itch with the need to embrace and trace every part of you that you’ll allow, but, for the sake of your fragile state, he doesn’t.

with a small exhale, you agree. it would be unfair for you to leave reo in the dark, continually brushing off his genuine kindness due to some chick that got in your head.

he leads you towards the gardens nearby which were dimly lit, yet still very beautiful. spring was in full season, so you could only catch glimpses of the beautiful flora that aligned the path, but there was no denying that it was still breathtaking. reo walks beside you, synchronising his footsteps with yours.

eventually, you arrive at a fountain in the middle of the garden. where you take a seat on its marble ledge, reo whispers ‘one second’ to you before running off to the bushes where the red roses were. he returns quickly, jogging back to you with a singular flower in his hands. 

“for you, my love,” he declares with a small smile, bowing with an extended hand, expecting you to take his gift.

you readily do, heart warming at his silliness whilst twirling the rose in your fingers. “thank you,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek when he places his hand next to you so he can lean against the fountain for support. 

the promise ring you wear on your finger feels heavier than usual, especially when he smiles fondly at you, a lovesick expression on his face that is no doubt mirrored by you. 

but looking at him, you can’t help but recall the stinging reality that he lived in a world of glamour, decadence, and allure; only doubled by the fame that came with his life as a pro-soccer player. you love reo with your whole being, really, sometimes you fear that your feelings might be a little too much, but loving him with a materialistic barrier in between is difficult. 

the idea of letting him go than stealing him away from the world of mystique feels suddenly a lot kinder.

“reo,” you begin after a few minutes of simply being in each other’s presence. he looks at you with widened eyes and raised eyebrows, directing 100% of his attention towards you. with a deep inhale, you continue.

“do you ever think that… we’re not, meant to be?”

the silence is deafening.

“what do you mean?” he asks with a small stutter of disbelief, “of course we’re meant to be! you’re the one for me- you’re my soulmate!”

usually, when reo says that, it makes your insides gush and flutter, but now it riddles you with guilt and scepticism. “how can you be so sure?”

“y/n,” he sounds so very desperate. reo’s eyes have always been the window to his soul and seeing the way they shine with tears, your chest clenches with an unpleasant feeling. “why are you doubting my love for you?”

his hand goes to your ring finger, playing with the jewellery that you suddenly feel like you don’t deserve.

“you agreed, remember? you agreed to letting me love you forever and loving me in return. i put this ring on you because it’s always going to be you, no matter what circumstance, i’ll always choose you.” 

“but is choosing me the right decision?”

“yes, a thousand times yes, there will never be. anyone. but. you.” reo increases the amount of emphasis he puts into each word, now changing his position so that he stood in front of you, caging you with his build. “can you tell me what happened, beautiful? because something clearly did and soured my gorgeous y/n’s mood.”

the sudden onslaught of compliments, mixed with how close reo was, broke down your resolve easily, crumbling at his feet as you gave in to his gentle demands. 

“i met an unpleasant someone who told me i should give you up for people who deserve you more,” you whisper, throwing your arms around his neck, a gesture of equal affection and possessiveness. 

he hums, seemingly calm but you know better. the furrow of his eyebrows was one of scrutiny and distaste. you’re glad he’s trying to remain subtle, you’ve had enough of emotional responses for one night.

“and who might this unpleasant someone be?”

“i have no idea. she gave me a name but it went in one ear then out the other.”

pressing his face into the junction where your neck and shoulder meet, the soccer player revels at this chance to be close to you. 

“it was probably important though,” you reiterate, “and, well, might be able to benefit you a lot better than i ever can.” 

he scoffs into your skin, causing you to shiver. “no one’s name is as important as mine, my love, and no one can boost it more than what it’s already worth. if anything, those who have me gets the boost, i’m already the best.” 

his (rightfully deserved) cockiness makes you smile ever so slightly as you punch his shoulder. “are you implying i’m a gold digger?”

“well, you didn’t choose me, did you?” asks reo with a raise of his eyebrow. “i begged you to go on a date with me and you only agreed the fourth time i asked.”

the recollection makes a giggle slip past your lips- a sound reo dearly missed as he admires your beauty in the dim lighting of the gardens. he places a fleeting kiss on your neck before looking up at you. 

“of course, everyone else won’t know that and assume,” you point out before leaning in towards his lips, unable to resist him much longer.

“who cares?” he mutters against you before melting against you in a gentle kiss filled with love, reassurance, and promises. “they’re all irrelevant anyways, just a bunch of talkers with nothing to back up their words.”

“then what am i?”

“you’re my future. you’re the one that actually cares about me, more than my money or my soccer skills. remember the first day we met and you told me to get out of the way? back in college?”

“well you were blocking my path. i was running late to my class as well.”

reo chuckles, pulling away from you so there was a little distance between your faces. “never thought i’d want someone so bad just because they didn’t know who i was.”

“then show me,” you say with a little challenge in your tone. “screw the gala, take me home, reo.”

“thought you’d never ask.”

MICHAEL KAISER:

“kaiser gets it in! a miracle shot, just what you’d expect from bastard münchen’s genius striker!” the announcer exclaims as the crowd shoots up in excitement, roaring and buzzing with excitement as the members of germany’s football team all swarm around the blond, cheering and celebrating. 

kaiser participates in the hype, fist bumping his teammates before running back to position, but not without sparing a look at the screen that was displaying the match. no one misses the kiss he blows in the direction of the camera and although the stadium is filled with squeals (from boys, girls, grown ups and children alike), you know something they don’t.

right before the match, kaiser made you promise that each goal of his equated to ten kisses, a deal that you readily accepted and bumped up to twenty as a way of motivating him to take the game home.

that kiss he blew was just a way of solidifying that he was thinking of you and the wink he sent straight after was just making sure you’d keep your promise.

you can’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world with him. 

as the match progresses, you can tell it’s going to be an easy victory, with all favours towards your lover’s team - kaiser earning another two himself. 

it’s almost scary just how effortlessly he dominates, settling the score at 3-1 for bastard münchen, once again making feats you thought were difficult look effortless. as the whistle blew announcing the end of the game, roars fill the stadium once again and you too, jump up with the crowd to cheer as loudly as you can.

repping his jersey with his name on the back, it just feels too good, especially when you bask in the afterglow of a well deserved victory.

you don’t miss the amount of glances kaiser sends your way, antsy to be able to reach you and spend some time with you because he’d rather have you congratulate him than a bunch of old, white men that just want to sponsor him. they can get in line because you’re his top priority.

you hope he sees you and the heart you make with your arms over your head just for him. 

dawdling out of the stadium always takes forever because of the amount of people that always come to see his game so when over half the people have cleared out, you make your way down to the front row, where your soccer genius boyfriend was waiting for you.

“you were incredible, my love,” you say as a greeting, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, one that he readily returns. you don’t really care that he was sweaty, too overwhelmed by how proud of him you were.

not that your opinions really mattered in the grand scheme of things, but kaiser considered it a great lucky charm, one he holds highly.

“as always,” he mutters, pressing a kiss against your cheek. you giggle at the sensation, smiling widely as he continues. “tell me more about how amazing i was.”

rolling your eyes at his arrogance, you decide to indulge him, just a little. “the best out there, greatest soccer player of all time, and you looked so handsome too, my main character,” you pinch his cheek. “done?”

“not at all,” keens kaiser, smiling at you like a cat.

“get your stuff first and then when we’re home, i’m all yours.”

“i’m holding you to your promise, pretty, that’s sixty kisses from you.”

with a final kiss on the forehead as farewell, you bid him goodbye and watch as he runs off to get changed, joining ness who was waiting for him by the exit. the magenta-haired soccer player waves at you from halfway across the field, a gesture you readily return before turning around to go outside.

passing by the security guards who give you a little nod of acknowledgement, you’re relieved to see that the audience that gathered tonight had gone off into their cars, ready to go home for the night. 

you’re about to go around to where the players exit so kaiser wouldn’t swarmed by a flurry of fans and reporters, until you’re stopped by a hand on the shoulder. the grip wasn’t strong, but demanding enough for you to turn around and greet whoever wanted to talk to you.

it was a pair of teenage girls. they were well-dressed and pampered, but the look they were giving you was less than friendly. somehow, you already knew where this conversation was going.

“can i help you?” you ask, flashing them a smile.

one of them eyes you up and down, judgement very clear in her eyes. you cringe a little. “are you kaiser’s partner?” she asks. 

you nod in affirmation. you hate the sleazy feeling developing in your gut, expanding due to the scrutiny of their gazes. one of the girls nudge the other one in an ‘i told you so’ manner, which is returned with a smirk that is mischievous in kind.

“do you need something from me?” you question, finally letting your astoundment show on your face. really, you just wanted to walk away from this conversation and find kaiser so you could go home.

“yeah, we’re just wondering why, y’know, that he’d choose you.” 

“excuse me?”

“like don’t get us wrong, you’re pretty and all, but we just think that you’re kinda bland for him,” one of them states as the other hums in agreement. 

the audacity. you furrow your eyebrows and stand your ground.

“okay, cool. what do you suggest i do then since you seem to be experts in my relationship.”

“break up with him, duh?”

“and let one of you date him instead?” you scoff. “fat chance.” 

“just give him up, okay? we could love kaiser more than you probably ever could, clout chaser.”

“gold digger!”

now amused more than frustrated, you bite back the laugh that bubbles in your chest. it was entertaining seeing some sixteen year old girls try to tell you that you and your boyfriend (of two years) shouldn’t be together. 

being kaiser’s partner had its downsides sometimes, and it was mostly just the hate you receive for ‘stealing’ him off the market, especially since he was so young, some fans didn’t appreciate that he wasn’t an eligible bachelor. but, you’re used to it. so long as you get to watch him in the spotlight, you don’t really mind the darkness. 

you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “right… are we done here? because this ‘gold digger’ wants to see their partner and congratulate him.”

“what part aren’t you understanding?” one of them asks before the other one completes the sentence. “you and kaiser just don’t look good together!”

before you could answer, a heavy arm drapes itself over your shoulders. “aww, why not?” a familiar voice asks. the two girls in front of you freeze, panic evident on their faces. “what disturbances held you up from seeing me?”

then you see and hear an overload of flashes and camera clicks. kaiser must’ve caught the paparazzi on his way out and you suddenly remember that you left him waiting, feeling slightly guilty when you turn your head to meet his gaze. you wrap your arms around his torso, happier than ever to feel his warmth against your own. 

“what happened here?” kaiser asks, a question directed at you and you only. 

“they were just telling me that they didn’t like that i was a main role in your theatre,” you say, earning an eyebrow raise from your genius boyfriend. “how should we fix that?”

he hums for a moment, meeting the widened eyes of his fans.

“kick them out,” he simply declares before turning around with you still in his arms. you two pass by paparazzi, paying them little mind except from the small smiles you send their way. 

once you’re in a clearer, quieter area, your boyfriend turns to you and embraces you properly, a gesture you return eagerly as he breathes you in.

“what a way to sour such a good victory,” murmurs kaiser, voice muffled by his jersey that you were wearing. “can’t believe i had to play your knight in shining armour instead of the king that i am.”

you pinch his neck which causes him to flinch with a little shriek. always leave it to you to dumb down his narcissism.

“i was handling it myself pretty well, y’know,” you sigh, “being the michael kaiser’s partner, i’ve grown immune to the hate i receive.”

kaiser frowns, “i didn’t think it happened often,” he whispers. “i’m sorry. how many times have you had to defend yourself without me knowing?”

“it hardly matters-”

“-but it does. i don’t like when people slander you, less when it’s for no reason other than because you’re with me. you should be marvelled at and admired, just like the masterpiece you are.”

his words cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach, a feeling you mask with a playful eye roll. 

“yes but,” you counter, reaching to cup his cheek, “being with you makes up for it.” 

he smirks, contrasting the downhearted expression he wore moments earlier. kaiser’s skill of immediately recovering from whatever kicks him down truly is something to behold and at times, envy. “of course it does,” he boasts, dramatically flipping one of his bangs. 

“besides, i’m willing to fight back if it means i get to be with you.”

before he can argue back, you grab his arm and pull him towards the entrance.

“now come on, let’s talk about it another day. i believe i owe you sixty kisses.”

“make it one hundred now for leaving me waiting for so long.”

“if you get too greedy i’ll leave you on the sidewalk.”

“you’d do that to your king? how dare you!”

ISAGI YOICHI:

“what does your mum like?” you ask a clueless isagi who simply stares at the range of perfumes that the department store had displayed.

“i have no idea,” he mutters. “i never really paid attention to what smells she used.”

“fragrances, yoichi, not smells.”

“oh. right,” the star soccer player rubs his neck awkwardly, smiling sheepishly at you after correcting his small mistake. 

he was so adorable, you wanted to pinch his cheeks.

this was the first time that isagi was buying a gift for his mother with his own money, and the first person he turned to for help was his partner: you, explaining that this had to be the best gift she’s ever received. for how much she’s done for him, and how much she’s supported his soccer career, isagi doesn’t know if he can repay it through money, but gifts are hard to deny regardless.

readily agreeing to help, you have memories of isagi’s mother welcoming you into the family with warm arms. she would tell you how beautiful you are, how excited she was to meet you, and that her son better treat you well otherwise you could always turn to her for help; a statement that made the star striker gulp.

“i mean, you could never go wrong with a few classics like carolina herrera, dior, or chanel?” you suggest, walking over to the section filled with perfumes contained in shelves, their respective brands displayed on top. isagi follows you like a lost puppy, clinging close to your side by holding your hand, squeezing it ever so often.

everything you’re saying is going in one ear and through the other, and isagi lets it show on his face. 

“don’t worry yoichi, any perfume you pick tends to be a good gift regardless, besides, we have the whole day to figure out what your mum likes,” you reason logically, just in case it might provide him with some relief in the midst of expensive, designer fragrances. 

“right,” he huffs, reaching out to read the labels of some bottles.

after a long hunt of going through the shelves, he eventually settles on a fragrance from maison francis (with a pricetag that made you gawk yet isagi was very calm about, agreeing without even thinking about it), but since the packaged version was locked in a glass cabinet, you opted to call a store attendant.

“that’s a great idea, babe, need me to go with you?” he asks, readjusting the strap of his beat-up bag, the one he’s had since high school. funny how some things don’t change for isagi, you love that about him.

you shake your head in response, telling him to ‘wait here’ before strolling off.

however, during this brief time of being without you, isagi was approached by a trio who looked like they were a family, the eldest holding a phone between his hand.

“isagi yoichi?” he asks timidly, fiddling with the phone.

the soccer player flashes a friendly smile, hoping to reduce any of the anxiety they might feel from approaching him. he was just an average, friendly guy after all. “that’s me, need anything?”

“can we take a picture?” the middle daughter asks, pressing her hands together in a pleading motion.

“of course! come on.”

the set of siblings smile eagerly before ambling to isagi’s side, who squats down so he could fit in frame. after a ‘3, 2, 1’ countdown, the photo is taken and just as the dark-haired athlete was about to stand up, a store attendant approaches.

“would you like me to take the picture?” they ask politely, gesturing to the phone.

simultaneously, everyone agrees and soon enough, the photo is taken and done, allowing isagi to high-five them before waving them off, the three of them thanking him profusely for his time.

the store attendant lingers, turning to face him with wide eyes of admiration. “wow, i didn’t think i’d ever get to meet you!” they exclaim. “i watched your match against the under-20 team like so long ago! you were amazing!”

“oh, yeah,” isagi chuckles, flustered at all this recognition, even though he’s been getting more and more of it lately, “thank you for your support.”

although he inwardly cringes at the line that he’s reused over and over again, the store helper thinks nothing of it, beaming back at him. “you’re super cute too, do you think i could get your number?”

isagi lets his shock show on his face before blurting out: “no, i have a partner already.”

the attendant’s face drops into a look of disappointment and the striker wants to run off to find you. you never should have left him alone.

“what a shame. the person that you were just with right?” isagi nods. “don’t know what you think is so special about them, i personally think you’re too good for them and should find someone better, but, it’s not up to me.”

isagi feels his vision zero in, growing red with each word. him? too good for you? what irony.

“excuse me?” he vocalised lowly- practically a growl as he eyes the employee down. “i’m giving you three seconds to get out of my sight before i-.”

he’s too preoccupied with the fury he feels to notice the way the attendant squeaks, eyes laced with fear, before scurrying off mid-sentence, fully intimidated by the striker. isagi sighs, slumping his shoulders. he’s never used that tone to anyone outside of soccer in an attempt of pre-game slander and now he just misses you.

where did you run off to?

right on queue, you materialise beside him, huffing with a pout on your face. “i couldn’t find any store attendants, that’s so weird! where’d they go?”

deciding against telling you that he just scared one away for trashing you, he simply leans his body weight on you, sighing when you embrace him tightly so he wouldn’t knock the both of you over.

“whoa, what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” you ask, unable to hide the smile on your face from his sudden acts of affection. “everything okay, love?” 

“i want to go home,” he whispers against your shoulder. “spend some time with you.”

“what about the gift?”

“i’ll order it online. it can arrive in time.”

relenting, you pluck him off you with great effort. “if you’re sure then, okay, let’s go home.”

“we can get takeout from your favourite on the way home.”

“what’s the occasion?”

“thought i needed to show you how much i appreciate you.”

[sanb3rry]

kaiser gifts you rose themed jewelry on your anniversary.

on your first anniversary he gave you a ring that looked like a rose with a sapphire in the middle that he hand-picked just for you.

he has a matching one that he wears on his ring finger with your name written on the bottom. he definitely kisses it before a match as good luck, if you couldn't be there in person.

he once lost the ring cause he took it off to go shower once and he was freaking the fuck out, he literally refused to go practice until it was back on his ring finger, where it belonged. noa was fed up with his bs but nonetheless sent out someone to go find it for him.

now he never takes the ring off, like ever. he cannot go through that awful experience again.

you have earring that he gifted you for your second anniversary that are similar to his tattoos. whenever he gets to take you out to one of his work parties, he gets you to wear them so you guys could match.

these are just subtle ways in which kaiser shows you that he loves you a lot and that you're his forever and always.

© sanb3rry2023

[merlucide]

OMG, hi I'm the same person who asked "ASKING TO TIE A RIBBON AROUND THEIR BICEP TREND" And I want to say that I liked it very much, And especially sea part 😭😭

so I have another request 🧍‍♀️, maybe blue lock men (you choose <3) react to their s/o When she posts pictures of herself, but in slightly revealing clothes and there Comments of people she don't know saying things about her like 🗣"good ass" and ect

(Sorry if I'm asking too much 🫶)

BLLK BOYS WHEN THEIR GF GETS PERVY COMMENTS

notes: omg hey again anonie!! soso glad you like that one!! Hope you like this one too <3

characters: Reo, Isagi, Kaiser, Nagi, Shidou, Rin

warnings: fem reader, cursing, suggestiveness

‼️I am not sexualizing these women, this is just for fun‼️

MIKAGE REO

ISAGI YOICHI

KAISER MICHAEL

NAGI SEISHIRO

SHIDOU RYUSEI

ITOSHI RIN

Let me know what you think! (Pls pls I love feedback!!)

made April 24th 2024

[saffyspirals]

— lovesick.

[in which you miss your boyfriend terribly. and kaiser misses you more.]

❥ fandom: blue lock

❥ pairing: m. kaiser x reader

❥ warning(s): lovesick kaiser missing his girlfriend may come across as ooc?

❥ notes: first blue lock post! i love can tolerate this man, so i thought i’d write a little something for him :)

imagine a lovesick kaiser.

it’s your first serious fight, but the event is all a big jumbled up mess in his mind. all he knows for sure is that it’s been a week since you’ve started giving him the cold shoulder. seven whole days since you’d cruelly sentenced him to sleep in his own apartment instead of yours. it’s difficult for him to sleep on his own, especially after growing accustomed to sharing a bed with you.

from this experience, kaiser’s learned that if there’s anything he despises (other than those OG blue lock clowns who think they can beat him), it’s fighting with you. he’s sick of it, but doesn’t know how to reach out. rejection is a new feeling for him. how exactly do ordinary people deal with it?

no touching, no talking, no holding, no kissing. it’s worse than being benched (…not that he knows what that feels like. prodigies like kaiser can only imagine).

kaiser receives a call after being away from you for eight nights. he’d been teetering between reality and dreamland when his phone had started to ring. his eyes, heavy with sleep, don’t bother to look at who’s calling. he swipes to answer after the ringtone loops twice.

“…hello?”

“kaiser?”

you sound almost as exhausted as he feels. kaiser shuffles until he’s sitting up.

“i um…didn’t expect you to answer, actually.”

“you’re happy i did though, right?”

“yeah.”

his heart tightens with anticipation once things grow quiet on your end. he knows how you work. you think, process, and then make your move.

“come home. i miss you.”

kaiser shuffles some more. this time, he’s getting out of bed, and shrugging on a jacket over his shirt. he puts you on speaker as he puts on some shoes.

“i’m on my way.”

he wonders if he should pick a little something up for you on the way.

“don’t bring anything. i just need you.” you’re his little mind reader. kaiser chuckles.

“i’ve got it, darling. just hold on.”

you make him promise to stay on the line, as he makes the journey over (but it’s not as if he’d hang up now after finally getting to hear you address him after so long).

he can’t help himself, though, from stopping by the corner shop to purchase your favourite drink. you curse him now (“you’re taking too long!”), but he knows you’ll appreciate it a little later on in the day, once you’ve had a good night’s sleep and talked things out.

kaiser knows you.

later, when he enters your apartment through the unlocked door, it’s like an instant cure for his (love) sickness. he’s home, and he feels it with his entire being.

[short-black-diamond]

can you pls do moments they realised they were in love with you for kaiser, rin, barou, sae and karasu thank you 💗💗

female reader tysm

naw these requests are so cuuuuuuuute!!! Also thank you for mentioning the gender.

and please stop requesting for kaiser. i hate him.

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"I think I'm in love with you!"

Kaiser

Kaiser saw you again after he went to japan, and he noticed a few changes in you. your hair didn't look really taken care of. Your eyes were dull, and you didn't radiate the same glow you did before he left.

He huffed in amusement. "What's up with you, ____?", he asked, examining your face closely. You smiled at him fondly. "I missed you. That's all, Michael."

His eyes widened, and a slow blush errupted in his face. He surpressed a grin, failed to do so, and then just smiled at you. "Really? and why's that?", he asked as he saw you smiling up at him. you were starting to look more and more like the ____ he knew as you smiled, and he was glad.

"Because you're my closest friend, Michael. You leaving me and Germany...it was like I was robbed off my soul, you know?", you spoke softly as you shyly averted your eyes.

He gulped. Damn, that was very smooth and poetic of you, ____...

"And...why is that? ...Hey, would you mind...maybe joining me to a trip accross the world? that way, you wouldn't miss me, you know?", he mused, smirking at you. He actually wanted to tease you.

Though he was taken aback when you smiled at him with a hopeful glint. "I'd love that, Michael.", you said, and Kaiser had to take a few moments to calm down his nerves.

Why was he so shy all of a sudden, averting his eyes at your smile? Or how fast his heart raced...

Could it be...that Kaiser fell for you?

The thought alone made him flinch, which startled you. "You okay?!", came your worried tone, along with a hand on his arm, which he dumbly flexed.

You blinked a few times. "...Micha?" "Y-yes, I'm okay, just-just thought about something.", he answered with a stutter and a heavy blush on his face before he looked away.

You only looked at him with a confused but worried expression whereas he was twisting his face and grabbing his throbbing heart.

Rin

You guys were actually childhood friends, along with Sae. However, whenever you and Sae conversed, Rin pouted and pulled at your hair to get your direction, yelling stuff like; "Stop listening to my lukewarm brother and play soccer with me, ____!"

You guys were seven, eight and nine at that time. Rin was the youngest.

Now, as Rin was checking yet another one of your messages with a small smile, Sae looked over his shoulder. "Damn, you still didn't confess?"

"Shut it. And besides, we're just friends."

"Just friends? Don't make me laugh...Y'know, I'm surprised, Rin.", the elder brother started, his bored eyes having a hint of a mischievous glint. Rin frowned, his guard up.

"How come you never confess to ____? It's not like she doesn't like you.", he said and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his younger brother.

Rin's eyes narrowed, but the older brother could see his cheeks taking in a pinkish hue. Got him.

"I mean, I'd be a much better option, given the fact that I have more money than you, I can play soccer in a manship while you have to rot in Blue Lock, and I've been to spain, a place where ____'s been dying to go to."

Sae loved the expression on Rin's face. "tch...as if she'd like somebody as lukewarm as you, Sae." "And you're not? Tell me; why should she choose you over me?", Sae asked, leaning down to look Rin more in the eyes.

the younger brother's eyes widened, and his brows furrowed. "because I don't look around bored and also don't act like a fucking adult whenever she mentions something cute or funny. I actually listen to her while you're so obsessed with wanting to bring me down."

Sae huffed after a moment after he glared at Rin. "then confess."

And with that, Sae left, leaving Rin alone with his thoughts. Rin was already about to ask you to meet him when his finger halted on the send button.

How did he even fall in love?

was it because he knew you since you two were kids? Or how you weren't a loud person but soft spoken? That you were a no-nonsense girl?

Rin's cheeks got warmer the longer he thought about it, until his phone vibrated. you sent a message.

-'Of course I'd love to go out with you!'-

That was your message. Did he-

Rin's face scrunched up and his nose flared up. He sent the message. At least he could go out with you now...if he had an idea where to go to exactly.

He wrote you back with a red face.

Barou

that guy...hm...

I think you two could've been roommates in a boarding school because Barou strikes me as a boy who went to boarding school before Blue Lock.

So imagine you and him going shopping for cleaning utensils which you guys ran short of, and arguing all the while on the way there.

"Cif is the best, dude!"

"I don't want everything to smell after Lemons, ____!", he retorted back and you clicked yout tongue.

"But it covers the smell of sweat and rotting food your friends have left!"

"Isagi, Bachira and Chigiri are not my friends.", he seethed, tick marks appearing on his skin.

you only huffed. There was a short moment of silence as you two went a small path ahead, none of you guys saying a word. However, you bit your lip.

"You seem to be pretty good friends with Isagi though.", you remarked quietly and giggled when Barou whipped his head to you with a pissed off face.

"I'M NOT!"

You held a hand in front of your mouth to stop the laughter from breaking out, and Barou huffed grumpily. However, as he looked back to you, he blushed.

You looked pretty cute, giggling into your hands, and the sound you made while doing so was also pretty nice.

the king then froze. That was actually the first time he thought like that. And the more he thought about it, the more he came to the conclusion that...well...

'Am I in...love?', he thought when he looked at you with a frown, but rosy cheeks. He quickly turned around when his cheeks got warmer.

"C-come on, ____. I heard today's sale is 70% off on the cleaning supplies...c'mon stop laughing, dammit!", Barou exclaimed when you snorted and looked to the side, still having a hand on your lips as you chuckled at his face earlier.

Barou only groaned before walking ahead, already having a headstart as he heard your surprised gasp and betrayed tone as you yelled at him to wait for you. Barou smiled.

Sae

You were the funniest girl with the juiciest ass he's ever seen, so of course he'd fall for you. He can't even remember when he actually fell, I think it was when you did a horrible pick up line which was so bad that Sae spit out the water he had in his mouth out of his nose.

However, now, as you two became good friends, Sae actually felt the more romantic feelings instead of 'damn she's hot' or 'what she said was so fucking hilarious'.

Now, he was watching you as you were preparing some food for him and you to eat, and he watched you with a bored expression, although he had one pink dot which covered both sides of his cheeks.

"Sae, stop looking...you know it makes me nervous.", you said in a concentrated tone, your gaze flicking up to meet his and the eyelocking stopped as soon as it began.

Sae stretched. "But I want to see you not burn the kitchen for once." "Hah? Who was so smart to put noodles with no water into the pot yesterday??"

Sae shut up. He actually broke your favourite pot and had to buy you a new one.

"thought so. Would you like some peppers with it?" "Would you?" "I asked you first." "and I second."

You sighed in frustration as you put the peppers away. you didn't really like peppers in food. Sae smiled softly at you.

he could imagine living with you like that. little arguments, lots of laughter, seeing your beauty...yeah, he fell for you just like that.

Karasu

you, otoya and karasu were friends, having gone to the same highschool. you are yourself, a great person. Karasu always felt at ease with you, but he hates when Otoya tries to flirt with you.

He fears Otoya might make you catch feelings, and that his friend might take you out on dates. he fears Otoya might hold you and kiss you, and promise sweet nothings into your ear.

He fears Otoya might break your heart.

Otoya Eita was known for being a cheater, and yet, numerous girls fell for him. You didn't.

However, it was only a matter of time for Karasu before you'd come running to him and tell him about your crush on Eita.

That didn't happen though. It still hasn't. It is eating away at Karasu's brain and heart. 'why didn't she confess yet?', he thinks, as he scans through your and his conversations on his phone. no mentioning of you having the slightest ounce of romance-y favours on Otoya.

but...

...why does Karasu care so much?

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Oh.

That's why.

A deep blush suddenly finds itself spreading out on Karasu's cheeks like a desease. you sit right accross him with your adorable, cat-themed chocolate coffee, doing your homework.

"Staring's rude.", you whisper, and Karasu closes his eyes. "Sorry.", he whispers back.

you raise your gaze from the ink to his face, and frown. "are you okay? you're beet red..."

god...you're so...how? when did he even fall for you?!

"I'm alright, please don't worry.", he says softly, but you don't buy him that. you just hold out the chocolate milk to him.

"Drink." "it is your drink." "and?"

'god,whydoyouhavetobesocuteandconsiderateandsweet,whycan'tyoujustfallforOtoya!?', he thinks as he takes the cup and brings it up to his lips.

He sighs and takes a sip. it is surprisingly good. "thanks."

Still red in the face. 'my face is burning...fuck.'

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efewoifwfpo

I hope this was okay my love!!!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSEDDDDD

please tell me if you didn't really like it, I'll try my best to make it better!

-your diamond <3

[tojicity]

boyfriend!michael kaiser includes

boyfriend!kaiser who never misses an opportunity to wrap his arm around your waist

boyfriend!kaiser who loves to show you off in public, so he’s big on PDA

boyfriend!kaiser who gossips to you about his teammates

boyfriend!kaiser who spoils you rotten with expensive gifts

boyfriend!kaiser who dedicates his gold medal to you

and boyfriend!kaiser who loves how the gold medal moves between your breasts when they bounce everytime he thrusts into you

boyfriend!kaiser who looks for you in the stadium every time he scores a goal

boyfriend!kaiser who loves it when you tell him that he’s the best

boyfriend!kaiser who meets your eyes across any room

boyfriend!kaiser who reaches for you in the middle of the night to pull you closer

boyfriend!kaiser who lets out dramatic sighs after he had a day more tiring than usual until you offer a massage and kisses

boyfriend!kaiser who loves it when you leave featherlight kisses all over his tattoo

boyfriend!kaiser who thinks bad days are worth it if it means he gets to be treated so delicately and lovingly by you

boyfriend!kaiser who’s more touchy and affectionate and clingy than usual if he has an away-game soon

boyfriend!kaiser who texts you so. much !!

boyfriend!kaiser who sends you late night texts you he misses your perfect, tight cunt

boyfriend!kaiser who loves you and can’t wait to come back home to you

[stellayuta]

Rin doing Yoga in the anime had me bawlinggg idk why It also put the image of Yoga Sex with Rin in my mind and now I can't stop thinking about ittt

How about writing something about that?

thanks for putting the image in my head too

mdni, 18+ only

★Rin Itoshi - Yoga S*x☆

The 'R' in Rin stood for routine. He was awake by 5 AM and done with his early morning strength training and jog by 7 AM. To ease the pain of exhausting his stamina and muscles at dawn, he chose Yoga as a means to stretch his body out and soothe the soreness. The upkeep of being a pro footballer was not a regular man's deal after all.

You had never seen his routine ever before because you loved your sleep more than Rin did. In fact, you only knew about his routine in detail because his sports manager scolded him because he refused to take a break from working out even during his off time from the football season. You on the other hand, if there wasn't a reason to wake up before 8:00 AM, you won't. That was the law. Usually, you'd just join a freshly rejuvenated Rin for a hearty breakfast with a yawn and kickstart your day.

One fine morning though, you were forced awake by the sheer heat of the house. It was the middle of the harshest summer Japan had to offer as of late, and you were hoping that for whatever reason the AC was off, it'd better be a good one. You got out of the bed, kicking the musty sheets away from you and swiped at the sweat forming on your forehead. You were melting away even when you were only in a pair of skimpy shorts and a paper-thin tank top. You checked the time before you made your way out of your bedroom - 7:00 AM. The rest of the house was a degree cooler than your oven-like bedroom, but it was enough for you to forget where the thermostat was. That's when you remember that it was Rin who usually handled the thermostat. Maybe it was him who switched the AC off? But... why?

You make your way to the living room to locate the thermostat and are greeted by the most astonishing and unexpected sight right in front of you.

Rin Itoshi's bare back is facing you as he stretches himself out into complicated poses on his yoga mat while soaking in the radiant sun seeping in from the open windows. There is not a single item of clothing on his body. He sighs as he skillfully changes positions and focuses on the left side of his body, balancing himself on the mat. You gawk at his marvelous form as Rin's body shines lusciously under the sunlight, as if lathered by coconut oil and Epsom salts and his own sweat - which it probably is.

"Rin?" you call out without meaning to, making the Itoshi jerk his head up in confusion and smiling when he sees you.

"You up early?" he asks as if he isn't laid out in front of you like a whole meal ready to be ravished.

"Well, the AC woke me up." you say honestly, approaching him as he seats himself on his mat in a lotus pose. You stare at how his limp member and ball sack hang, tucked inside his folded thighs. That's all you can stare at or pay attention to now as you feel a shiver creep up your core and you press your legs together.

"That was my bad. I'm sorry, I usually do this out on the balcony but the neighbors are doing garden-work and obviously, I don't want them to see." he says. Foolish Rin...

"Have you been out on the balcony doing yoga butt naked everyday?" you exclaim. "Rin! People other than the neighbors can see you too you idiot!"

"Are you worried someone might click pictures?" he asks coyly, holding out his hand to entrap yours. It is all slick and sticky with oil and heats up your body even more.

"Have you seen yourself? Anyone would." You say, playing with the hem of your shorts with your other hand. Things are getting sticky inside your body too now.

"Want to try it?" Rin asks, already sliding your shorts down your bare thighs. You don't sleep with underwear on when wearing those pair of shorts. "Oh, look at that." Rin says, cocking his head at the bare delta of your womanhood.

"Come here." he says, kissing your mound generously making you whimper. You grab at his green hair and try to stop yourself from crumbling.

"Y/N. Position your knee like this." he says, folding you knee and pressing your foot to the thigh of your other leg.

"Hands up and palms together." he demands and you follow, keenly trying to balance on one leg. "That's the tree pose." he tells you and you nod. "Great position for what I'm about to do." he says with a smirk, inching closer, his lower lashes hitting your thighs.

The way Rin ravages you over the next few minutes has you praying you don't fall over. The position gives Rin enough freedom to hit some of the most stubborn and well-hidden bundles of nerve inside you with relative ease. His tongue is as flexible as his body was a while ago. You are left croaking as Rin digs his nails into the sides of thighs, shamelessly making slurping noises as he eats you out. Soon enough, you let your hands free from the pose and start rolling your hips onto his face, eyeing him from the top - his reactions, the way his brows tense up, the way he looks up at you occasionally. You force him to hit your most sensitive innards as you finally come undone on his tongue and face without asking. Unbeknownst to you, the lewdness of the whole situation and Rin's skill made you come a LOT. As your eyes are shut and you are unable to process anything around you, Rin is collecting your plentiful essence in his palms. When you finally come to and regain your usual breathing rhythm you find Rin playing with the sticky substance in his hands.

"R-rin?" you ask, eyelids half closed. "What are you doing with that, wipe it off!"

"Nah." Rin says, keeping his eyes on your cum in his hands. "I was in a dilemma since I ran out of oil for you, but you solved my problem." he says and it takes a second for you to understand what he's about to do.

He takes his palms and rubs them all over your body. Your chest, your hips, your navel and your thighs.

"Feel good?" he asks, pressing your back to make you lay on the ground on all fours. "Feels good to be covered in your own slick?"

"Anything for you, Rinnie." you say, wondering why he is pulling one of your legs horizontally. "You're so weird you know."

"I know." he admits. "Balancing Table Pose."

"Wha-?" Before you can finish your question though, Rin rams full force into you from behind. "Keep you other hand up, pretty please. I don't like it when the form is incorrect."

you sniff as your muscles hurt from maintaining the pose. Yet still, after a few seconds your body gets used to it and the pleasure doubles as one each of your arms and legs is up in the air while Rin's pace increases. He presses his chest against your back and keeps the rhythm going, pounding in and out savagely. His angle is so unpredictable, his length is going left and right and top and bottom inside of you, making you scream his name in pleasure. You feel the head of his member in full intensity with one leg up and you feel it's bulbous shape ebb at your cervix with how long Rin is. You so want to see how red his tip is, how angrily it must be leaking out pre-cum right now.

"Ah, just a bit more." he says next to your ear, huffing and puffing as he increases the power of his thrust as you feel your eyes roll back into your head.

"Ah, There. Yes!" Rin scrunches up his face. "Yes!" his tongue lolls out - an occurrence when he is at peak pleasure.

He empties himself inside of you as you feel your abdomen fill up with his sticky liquid.

"There we go." he says, gasping and pulling himself out of you as you drip all over onto his mat, sinking to your knees.

"Session Complete." he says, bringing his towel to your hole.

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ break you off by sonder ࿐ྂ

bllk x gn!reader

characters: kenyu yukimiya, tabito karasu, eita otoya, shouei barou, oliver aiku, michael kaiser, gin gagamaru

content: their nicknames part 2!

ari’s note: omd guys yall rly seemed to like part 1 of this nickname series so i thought i should write a part 2😜 here it is hope u like it !

part 1

kenyu yukimiya:

— yukki

people call him this often. it’s the name he introduces himself with.

“hello, my name is yukimiya. but you can just call me yukki.” because he’s friendly and chill like that.

you and all his friends call him this and he addresses himself as ‘yukki’ too. it’s such a cute name.

— ken

ken! that means you are his barbie <3 he likes joking around with this name and you do too!

well it is true, he would do anything for you like how ken does anything for barbie.

if you like to watch barbie movies/series he’ll gladly watch them with you too. i feel like yukki is also the type of guy who isn’t afraid to wear pink in public he’s ALL for it.

— ken-not see

i feel like karasu and otoya made fun of him with this😭

like just imagine this silly trio arguing and yukki brings up something like, “why don’t you stop putting so much gel in your hair, some of it seeped into your brain and now you’re all stupid!” to karasu and the room goes silent.

otoya giggles a bit and before y’know it karasu it biting back with, “yeah? at least i can see! ken-yu see?! how ‘bout that?!”

yukki is shocked and otoya is just laughing to himself watching this unfold and now, karasu has yukki’s contact changed to “ken-not see”.

tabito karasu:

— tabi

such a cute name for a manly guy. you call him this often and he seems to like it. sometimes he likes it so much that he won’t respond if you call him “tabito” or “karasu”

he’ll only respond if you call him ‘tabi’!!!

and only from you!! like if his friends call him ‘tabi’ he’ll ignore it because it’s special and only for you to use.

— tiramisu

the two of you were playing around with words and you somehow managed to connect the word ‘tiramisu’ to his full name.

the ‘t’ is taken from ‘tabito’, and ‘tiramisu’ rhymes with ‘karasu’ hence this ridiculous but funny nickname came to be.

— kraasu

like just imagine the typos you make when you text him and one day ‘kraasu’ popped up and you haven’t let it go ever since.

i guess it’s also an easier way to say ‘karasu’ it’s basically just shortened to ‘krasu’ y’know!

eita otoya:

— ei

he doesn’t really mind it, but it’s cute. just ‘ei’.

— toyota

he frowns a little when people call him this but he doesn’t stop them. it’s like a playful name for ‘otoya’.

sometimes people confuse his name as ‘toyota’ like the car too so!

— yoda

if you take his last name ‘otoya’ and just merely play around with it and mix up the letters to ‘yota’ it sounds just like ‘yoda’!

and it suits him (???) because of the green in his hair just like the actual yoda from star wars!

shouei barou:

— sho/shou

simple. short. easy.

barou likes it when you call him this, it’s cute and he replies to this name.

��� baron bunny

kinda like amber from genshin💀 i’m so sorry if you don’t play but basically there’s a character who has these bombs that explode and she calls them baron bunny.

idk i just thought barou’s name is similar to baron when i first started bllk lolol

— barou, barou, kyun!

LMAO nagi and isagi will not let this ago during that blue lock selection games. when you started dating barou and met with his friends from bllk they were quick to tell you about how barou acted during their time in blue lock.

nagi having a fever dream about barou being a maid and isagi adding on to it with barou wearing a maid costume and chigiri would’ve done his makeup with bright red lipstick.

it’s funny to think about…

oliver aiku:

— oli

sometimes he doesn’t like it because of oli london😭 but it sounds so nice and the way it rolls off your tongue makes him melt so he forgets about that cursed koreaboo and just loves when you call him this.

— ai/aiku

he especially loves ‘ai’ because it translates to ‘love’!

so it’s kinda like you’re calling him ‘love’ when you call him ‘ai’ ugh he just loves it.

— captain

you joke around and call him this when he tells you to do something.

“y/n, could you get more of my protein snacks from the store later?” “yes, captain.”

“y/n, could you help to time my runs today?” “of course, captain.”

it doesn’t faze him, he’s so used to being called captain by his teammates that he doesn’t really care.

michael kaiser:

— micha

pronounced as ‘mika’. it’s cute, he smirks a little when you call him this.

— kai

i guess he likes this too! it’s simple and easy to pronounce.

— liebling/schatz

he loves when you call him any of these names. any german term of endearment, he just loves it.

he’ll also call you this too, and so you picked it up from him and begun calling him these lovely names too!!!

gin gagamaru:

— ginnie

he smiles sooo wide his eyes close when you called him this for the first time. he didn’t know how much he loved being called a nickname until it slipped out of your mouth!

“you’re calling me that? that’s so cute…” he mutters, all smiley and giggly.

i guess there are two pronounciations for this. it could be “ginnie” with a g, or like “jinnie”!!!

— gaga/lady gaga

he was confused at first like “who is lady gaga” until you explained to him and he likes it!

he thinks it’s silly and cute.

— gin

short and sweet. he likes his name already but he loves it even more when you call him this. it just melts his heart and he just loves you so much :,)

end.

[mchlgayser]

☆ we've met again ft michael kaiser

synopsis: Four years past since you left and raised his kid alone until fate decides to bring him back to the picture.

─── ୨୧ warning: slight angst

─── ୨୧ notes: Is the fandom dying?? Why hadn't my post gotten as many hype as before lmao! It's sad but anyway I'm back with another drabble to feed you all!! Happy reading everyone xoxo!

You hastily pick up your car key and grab a few of your works essential stuffing them inside your suitcase. Your four-year-old son is by the patio sitting and playing games with his nanny when you tread to him 'Kay, mama had some work to do. I promise I'll be back for dinner. Be a good boy for me and do not cause trouble alright? Have a nice day at school.: He nods putting down his gadget, and wrapping his arms around your neck to hug you 'I love you' You give the side of his head a chaste kiss before letting go.

'I had some leftovers from last night you can use as his lunch and as for the dinner I'll just buy takeouts.' You inform his nanny giving her an advance payment before you left the house.

You drove to your office receiving an unknown call on the way. You pick it up and greet the caller but silence. They said nothing before it abruptly ended. You stare at your phone before shaking your head. It didn't occur to you about anything serious as you continue steering the car and parked at the basement parking lot.

Your secretary, Miss. Juliette is already by the automatic door waiting for you with a clipboard in her hands. You got out of the car and rush to her 'What's my schedule for today?' You punch the elevator button while your secretary notify you about every single of your tasks today.

You got a lunch with one of your important client, a meet -up with your temporary business partners and a dinner with another client -

'Cancel my dinner with Mr. Han. I'm having dinner with Kayden tonight.' Juliette didn't need to be asked twice knowing how firm you can be when it comes to your son. For him, everything comes first. No matter how important your job is. She immediately postponed the dinner meeting to another date before moving along with you to your cabin.

'Do you need your coffee today?' You rapidly nod and start doing your tasks, bringing out works and files so that you can finish faster. 'Make it two, I need extras.' You lend a sweet smile before you got to work.

The clock almost strikes six - just enough time for you to finish all of your work for the day and get the takeouts you ordered online. You pack your stuff and your necessities when your phone rang for the nth times of the day. You didn't think twice before picking up 'Hello?' It was silence... Again before a sharp and low 'Hey' is heard.

You blink in surprise asking them to know who they are but no answer and it ended again. You rolled your eyes and left the room to the car park. Yo throw away your bag in the back seat and resounded the car, cooling off the engine and blowing on some loud music to distract you from the suspicious spam calls.

'Yes, thank you so much! Have a nice day!' You rolled up the window putting down the food beside you on the shotgun seat. You maneuver the car to Kayden's school in silence but the radio.

You arrive at Kayden school's main gate and got out to meet with his teacher 'Hello ma'am. I'm here to pick Kayden up.' She was looking at you back and forth 'A man has already picked him up claiming to be your husband. Kayden went along with him.' You started to panic bringing out your phone and calling his nanny asking her to come by his school and help you look around.

You bow down at his teacher and run around the neighborhood, looking for your son. Thick tears threaten to fall when you look around but find him nowhere.

You call for his name again but are abruptly interrupted when you see a vogue silhouette of your son with a familiar blond and blue streaks hair sitting together on a bench near the playground.

'Kayden!' You yelled his name averting his whole attention toward you 'Mama!' He cries out running your direction to hug your trembling form 'You scared me!' You scolded him with tears now cascading down your cheeks 'I'm sorry...' You sigh tightening your hug and breaking it off after some moments.

You suddenly remembered the familiar blond guy with your son 'And who are you with-'

'He is with me.' The familiar voice brings you out of your trance. You pick Kayden up and rush away but he holds your hand 'I met him already, no need to hide away.' You carefully yank his hand away and sigh.

You put Kayden down and hide him behind you out of instinct.

His irises collided with yours, the identical smile adorning his complexion. 'This weird uncle said that he's my father. I don't believe him because he is so ugly. I don't have an ugly father right, ma? I'm too handsome to be his son.' He absentmindedly roasted his biological father that succeeded to bring a smile and a chuckle from you.

You pull his hand gently and turn to Kaiser 'He got all your traits.' You mentioned bringing confusion written all over Kayden's face.

'You are making my mama cry.' He said creating a dagger on Kaiser 'Am not.' He challenged, his hand on his midriff with his head tilt aside 'You are. If you are my father then you are the reason my mama cried almost every day because... She missed you.' A soft gasp elicited from you, your eyes sheet moist with tears once more.

'Then tell her, she should've not run away.' Kaiser held your hand, one brow furrowing. You push him away and wipe your tears. 'Kayden, stop spouting nonsense.' He huffs and pouts away.

'How do you find out about us?' He shrug 'I had my ways and that is not your concern. Not at all.' He lifts your chin and smirks 'You are still as beautiful as I remember.' You scoff but could not help the bright red hue on your cheeks.

'And I suppose it was you too, the one that's been calling me?' He laughs but nodded 'But I'm sure with my calls it helps to remind you of one thing.'

'And that is...?'

'It would be dangerous for such a gorgeous lady as you to be in a house that's not with your husband.'

'Can you stop flirting with my mama, weird uncle.' Kaiser is about to bite the tongue of his son but you prevent him from doing so 'Kay, I need you to start getting along with this uncle from now on.' He groan cut obligated

'Do you finally accept me back? Oh, and I need an explanation as to why you left. It can't be because of you are pregnant...' You look down at Kayden and ignored his question.

His mouth formed an 'o' shape but then he smiles 'I guess I can forgive you.'

'I think I need some time...' You suddenly mention making Kaiser confused 'About what?' You held his forearm 'About us.'

He nods picking Kayden up and make him yelps in surprise 'Sure. Let's go now little K.'

He places an arm around your waist and the other used to hold Kayden. You smile feeling somehow relieved - Kaiser and Kayden ended up bickering as to who you loves more all the way home and they both get a nice scolding after.

[sanb3rry]

hey san !! i love your writing specifically the sae reaction to edits, can we get some more hx's like that but for rin and kaiser ? hope your doing well btw <3

hi nonnie !!! tysmsm and i'm doing pretty good, hbu?

rin accidentally got a peek of your folder filled with edits of him when you guys were just hanging out in your bedroom.

"you're actually insane." he murmured as he got a closer look at the folder, furrowing his eyebrows in complete disbelief. he's one hundred percent sure he's seeing things, over 200 edits is deranged and he means that lovingly.

"i'm afraid i don't get what you mean." a sweet smile plastered on your face, some could even say you were admiring your collection.

he's beyond flattered, of course, but this is concerning. he looked back up at you slowly, "i don't- why do you- over 200?" he asks, unsure of what to question first. although to question nothing is probably the best idea.

"yea! hold on, i'll show you my favourites." you said giddily and just as those words escaped your mouth, rin itoshi's whole face turned to a deeper shade of a tomato (if that's even possible).

"no." he said before walking out the room to go calm down and definitely fan his face like a princess from the 1800s being wooed.

"what is it that you're doing, meine perle?" kaiser asked you, his arms caging you on the couch. but still, you were persistent on not showing him what you were doing on your phone.

usually he wouldn't bother you as much, he respects your privacy and most of all he trusts you.

this instance however is different. why? well, he saw you fangirling. it's the same look you have when you see him on the field or god forbid the look you have when you see an actor or idol you love.

"i'm not doing anything, what are you doing?" you pursed your lips. he narrowed his eyes at you. he knows you'll break, i mean, it's him.

"fine, okay, look for yourself." you groaned, turning the phone towards him. an edit of him played, once, twice, then thrice. kaiser wasn't able to speak for as long as minute but it felt like an hour to poor old you.

a smug smile was on his face, well, it's kaiser. "my darling was fawning over an edit? not just any edit but an edit of me? i'm incredibly honoured." he teased, squeezing your cheeks together and pecking your lips.

"leave me alone." you whined, shaking your head. you couldn't help but giggle a bit, kaiser is pretty cute.

© sanb3rry2024

[iloveblogging2]

Blue lock boys reacting to you telling them your pregnant

warnings: angst, teenage pregnancies, mentions of getting an abortion (a lot), heartbreak etc

Isagi:

He loves you.

Everything about you, the way you act, your beautiful smile your encouraging personality, your rosy lips that just turn him on and makes him think of stuffs he shouldn't be thinking of

he really does but not like he loves soccer.

in the few seconds you told him about your pregnancy he has already analyzed how his life will take a turn if he accepts and takes care of the baby.

he won't have time to play soccer.

he can't become the best striker.

if he is here for you he wont be here for soccer.

all because he had sex too young.

no

like ego said you make your own destiny

"please get an abortion" he said piercing you with his deep blue eyes

"what" you asked you couldn't believe your ears

sure he had soccer and blue lock but at least he should accept the baby.

he isn't gonna leave you alone is he?

doesn't he love you

"abort the baby" he repeated "or i'll break up with you''

you couldnt believe your ears

"HOW DARE YOU HOW COULD YOU YOU WANT TO LEVAE ME BECAUSE I WANT TO KEEP THE BABY ISAGI'' you cried "I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME"

this broke his heart but he had to continue he couldnt ruin his futeure because of a child

"i do' he replied ''thats why i'm asking you to abort it'' he said puttimg a hand on your shoulder

''so'' he began ''i'm leaving for the bluelock camp again so please abort the child or ill deny ever dating you'' he threatened

Nagi

''man what a hassle'' he accidentally said out loud

he didn't mean to sure that's how he felt but

He adores you

I mean

Sure you sometimes- most of the time you annoyed him sure but he did care for you.

especially the time when you just obeyed him

that wasn't normally your bubbly energetic and stubborn personality would do but for nagi you were willing

Nagi and you deserved each other.

you were still young

but you thought this was love

he made you smile when you think about him

which was everytime

everytime you think about you him

aaah you just wanna get married already and have his kids

that was probably why you agreed easily to have sexual intercourse

that means he feels the same way you thought

so why was he saying this

surely he didnt mean it right?

‘’sorry’’ he hesitated before he continued  

“i dont think i can be a father, i have blue lo-” 

Slap 

“WHAT ABOUT ME !??, I HAVE TO QUIT SCHOOL MY PARENTS MIGHT NO THEY WILL KICK ME OUT AND YOU- YOU JUST WANT TO LEAVE!!!!’’ 

‘’LEAVE ME ALONE!!” he responded “IT’S NOT MY FAULT YOU ARE PREGNANT, ABORT THE BABY THEN IT’S A HASSLE TO KEEP IT”  

Charles 

Note: he is still a new character and i know nothing of him

‘'Are you sure it’s mine?’’ 

You and Charles have been dating for a while. 

And while you barely see him because of his soccer career and neo-egoist league- you still loved him. 

So when you found out you were pregnant you were elated 

Since a baby is involved he would spend more time with you  

After all its his child involved 

You smiled when you thought of charles playing soccer with his little son 

What would we name him you merrily thought 

So it hurt hurt you a lot when he asked you 

‘’Are you sure it’s mine?’’ 

“w-what” you replied in disbelief 

“i mean” he yawned “i don’t know maybe you cheated on me” 

“h-how c-could y-you s-uggest th-a-at" you asked tears welling in your eyes 

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go 

“woah don’t cry i-i just mean that maybe it’s a- mi-stake yeah, look im not ready ready to be a father and to be honest i dont think i like y-” 

You burst into tears 

You're so annoying Charles thought  

He liked you but you just annoyed him in ways soccer could never 

Soccer never asked for attention and tried to baby trap him 

You made his heat skip a beat but no the way fighting a strong opponent in soccer did 

When he thought about you- the rare time he did he smiled but when he thought about soccer it didnt just make him smile – it brought out a whole new monster  

He can neglect and insult you but not soccer never soccer  

To a normal person this sounded ridiculous 

Soccer was a thing, a sport, a way of life to egoist like him. 

YN was a human being- not that special 

She didnt bring out a whole new ego- she was boring. 

Also he knew if he accepted his role as the father of the unborn child he’ll have to spend more time with yn and not soccer 

So he had to break it off right now and maybe convince her to get an abortion 

“listen YN......” 

Notes: Charles is a new character and i know nothing of him

if you have any requests you can ask me

 

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[yusax]

I think some of the Blue Lock writers might struggle with German words - or rather, German petnames - when writing for Michael Kaiser, so I thought, as a native speaker, I could help you out a bit ♡♡

[female, male, gender neutral]

So, common German petnames are:

Schatz ("treasure")

Liebling ("darling", literal meaning: "favorite")

Liebste/r (means about the same, just that it sounds like some high-class couple petname like, yes, treat me to some champagne on your yacht, Liebster)

Engel ("angel")

Prinzessin ("princess")

Petnames that are not (really) used in German are, for example:

Schnecke ("snail", even though it does exist and is used to 'hit on' a girl, I think most of us associate it rather with old men or use it as a joke)

Liebe ("love", although it sounds cute in English and Spanish, sadly it sounds rather odd in German. that petname would be nice though 😪)

I gotta say, if you write "meine Liebe/ mein Lieber" (literal: "my love") instead, it would sound better because we actually use it. The thing is - without getting too much into the German language - it rather means something like "my kind/friendly/sweet/well-behaved person"

(its so hard to translate that)

I really really hope no one understood this as an insult! You guys are all incredible and I admire the effort you put into your work a lot, I just thought those tipps might be useful/helpful for some of you.

If anyone has any more questions regarding German petnames/words, feel free to dm me or comment under this post! I will gladly help you!!

[blueparadis]

thinking abt sub!kaiser so much,,, like hes all haughty n arrogant but hes just such a brat in bed

+. CWs —» written with f!reader in mind but can be read as gn!reader, mention of orals, foreplay,s*x toys, bondage (hand-cuffs) & safeword, use of pet names,SUB!KAISER. word count — 0.5k

+. NOTES —» he is brat, through and through. Not sure how i pulled this off in 0.5k, but yeah I did enjoy writing. He is so interesting for my character study. I really like him a lot lol. sorry if this was too short anon, i didn't want to go off the rails :], my kaiserot is peaking and i don't like it :] & you throw sub!kaiser at me 😭

sub!kaiser who is seated on a chair refuses to keep his mouth shut when you are busy tying him.  He will tell you that the ropes are too tight for him or too loose when it is the quite opposite. He refuses to let his sapphire gaze elsewhere but you, only on you; in that lacy outfit, he bought for you. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this in my way baby- ahaH! be gentle otherwise, i won’t be, when it's my turn.” You do not respond, at least not verbally ; it's just stares and smirks.

Now that his hands are locked by hand cuffs, he is a little less chatty. one thing sub!kaiser hates with passion is when he is cornered , like a wounded animal, defenseless and left without a fight in his body. So, when you put the black blindfold around his eyes, depriving him what he was looking forward the most, that is to watch you struggle to take his cock without his help, tears streaming down your cheeks, your supple skin glistening with sweat while he will just murmur, “untie me babe, let me help you.” with the nastiest smirk.

“You’re gonna regret this.”, he rasps as you tighten the knot at the back of his bed and all you do is to bring your lips near his ears, near enough to give him goosebumps yet not enough to graze his earlobes and whisper, “Do you remember your safe word?”. He swallows hard, nods, and then a “yeas” is heard, followed by a short gasp. he is at the edge of sanity, thinking what exactly are you gonna start with? toys or foreplay? thigh-riding or blow-job?

With his eyes closed, kaiser now imagines you and hears every little noise that your body makes. The click of the heels that are fading, the dangling sound of your earrings, each tick of the passing moment, your hands searching for the specific toy, your inhale and exhale, yes; he could even hear your heartbeats and his too. He bites his lip sensing his heartbeats being faster than yours, it is so awfully silent around him.

“Babe, what are you thinking?”, you ask and at first he jolts at the sudden sound. The short-lived cackle does not go unnoticed by him. He wishes he could see you, that treacherous smile which makes him restless, cock twitch and all he can think of is to pin you against the wall to devour you, your whole being before you do with him. “You”, he says and nothing else. 

He waits patiently for your reaction, that bashful laugh he expects from you but alas!it is a pin drop silence that makes his chest tighten as if a knot has been tied. “Um-hm, what else?”, you whisper as your hands rests on his thighs, your cheeks grazing against his. His chuckles fill the room as he thinks how greedy of you to discard those heels, and tame the lion in his lair. It.turns.him.ON.

—

@tokyometronetwork

[saffyspirals]

HI HI i love your writing smsmsmsm mwah ⁽˙³˙⁾ can i request blue lock characters (kaiser and literally any other characters of your choise) with a s/o who drools in their sleep? (๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤) if you're not comfortable or don't want to write this, it's okayyy <3

❥ fandom: blue lock

❥ includes: kaiser, isagi, chigiri, kunigami, chris, bachira, oliver, gagamaru, otoya, rin, barou

❥ warning(s): drool ? otherwise nothing!!

❥ notes: HI @heart-an0n, i’m happy you’ve been enjoying my works so far! i hope this is similar to what you had in mind :)

i. thinks it’s adorable, has pictures of you in his camera roll:

kaiser, isagi, chigiri, kunigami, bachira, chris

ii. teases you endlessly about it (affectionate)

kaiser, oliver, gagamaru, otoya

iii. thinks it’s a teeny tiny bit weird but rolls with it anyway

rin, barou

iv. teases you about drooling in your sleep, but he also drools in his sleep

gagamaru

♡︎ ♡︎ ♥︎ ♡︎

bonus! mini headcanons:

— kaiser

he finds this amusing, and for good reason.

during the day, you’re this (sometimes frustratingly) smart, cool, witty it-girl who everybody adores. so the last thing anybody, including him, would expect was for you to drool in your sleep.

it’s adorable. when you’re asleep, it’s like you’re a completely different person. a little kid who clearly loves their sleeping time! he’s got pictures of your sleepy drooly face on his phone, saved in a folder on his camera roll. 100% threatens to show them to the guys whenever you do something to him, but he’s joking!

why should anyone else other than he get to see such a wonderful sight?

— isagi

isagi finds it adorable. he finds out about it the first time you guys have a sleepover. if you’re embarrassed about him finding out, he’ll find you even cuter!

he’s also got photos of you in his camera roll, but unlike kaiser he’s happy to show it to his close friends.

“isn’t y/n just the cutest?”

— gagamaru

if you guys are having like a non-serious argument, he’ll go,

“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”

he does it every time! he’ll pinch your cheek if you start pouting about it too.

it’s usually you who falls asleep first (gagamaru purposefully stays awake until you sleep, it’s just his thing). but one time he knocks out early because he was so exhausted by the events of the day. he doesn’t start drooling immediately, but when he does, you make sure to get photographic evidence.

“well, i’m not the one who drools in their sleep.”

“we both do it, stupid!”

— bachira

he loves the fact that you drool. but hear him out first before calling him weird! (🥹)

bachira is a drooler himself, and is a firm believer that those who drool in their sleep do it because they’re so relaxed and are therefore going to wake up feeling more well rested. so, he loves that you drool because it means you’re sleeping well. that’s reason number one.

reason two: it’s yet another thing you have in common! bachira loves finding things that you have in common with each other, it makes him feel closer to you. he takes pride in liking what you like, and knowing that you like what he likes. it’s honestly just another thing on bachira’s long list of things that he loves about you!