#michael kaiser drabble

[heartmaddie]

“Michael?” Your voice rung out characteristically soft as your eyes fell on his exhausted body, slick with dirt and grime from a particularly gruesome day. He’s extremely exhausted, you could tell from metres away while wrapped up in thick bedsheets. “‘Something wrong?”

He didn’t respond.

With parted lips and tired eyes, you watched as calloused hands roughly tugged at his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen. Your eyes were trained on the faded scars littered throughout porcelain skin as if constellations in the sky. Your throat was hitched, but no breath let out.

The shirt fell somewhere with a thud, before he stalked towards the en suite, footsteps followed each other, and you found yourself watching him sink into the herbal bath you prepared moments ago. His body trembled underneath the warm, fragranced water.

“What’re you thinking about, liebling?” Your voice is soft, it almost cuts through the overwhelming thoughts which flood his head.

He doesn’t know how you put up with him.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, watching stray grass float around the tub, slim fingers reached out for your arm. A deep, rejuvenating sigh escaped thin lips as his eyes closed. 

He felt you massage rose-hip scented shampoo into his head, and he finally let himself relax for the first time of the day. It almost sickened him how much he adored your touch, how much he yearned for it. The serenity you left in his body grounded him.

His heart was ripped out of his chest and placed delicately into your palms, arteries and all.

To him, there was only one happiness in life, to love and to be loved. But how was one supposed to know these ecstasies if not had experienced before? Michael’s body was bruised, cracks ran through skin years ago and had settled there. Regardless, the tangible evidence of his pain was mere.

As he stepped out of the bathtub, his drenched body wrapped tightly around yours, and the small giggle which fell from pink lips melted him. He loved your laugh, each sound which danced off your tongue soothed him immensely, clearing his mind until all he could conjure was you; his happiness, his heart.

His body toppled you over and squished you against the mattress. His straight nose pushed against the skin of your neck and placed tender, almost reverent kisses against the warm skin. 

“hold me tighter.”

Somehow, he liked how your touch treated him as if he were fragile, like a vase that had been ruined a multitude of times that only you had bothered to glue back together. Pieces of him were missing now, lost in time, but regardless, your flowers still rested against the rims of china.

Nimble fingers brushed against his back, and he relaxed further into your chest. Michael wanted to melt into you, he wanted his organs to intertwine with yours and become one, he felt that you were both born from the same star, after all. 

You traced each bump and ridge which adorned his skin with love, your warmth made sugary liquids fall from azure as he buried himself deeper into you. He needed this, he needs you, more than anything. He feels you in his skin, he’ll never let you go.

You gnawed at his pain and swallowed it as if sweet chocolate drizzled on freshly picked strawberries, when his heart extinguishes, you’ll be his last and forever thought.

For the last time, your arms wrapped around him tightly, bringing your lips against his ear.

“I love you, Micha.”

He nodded, eyes shutting impossibly tight as he sponged up each syllable off your saccharine cheeks.

(thank you for understanding me)

“I love you too.”

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[satorella]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠”

“Meine Liebe.” [My love.] 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 whispers, lightly poking your face to get your attention.

“Hm?” You hum with your lips wrapped around his cock, pausing your movements to look up at him with those big doe eyes of yours. How can you still look like such an angel even while his literal cock is in your damn mouth?

“How do you say ‘Ich höre zu’ in Englisch [English] again?” He whispers with his hand over the phone speaker. You released him with a pop! licking your lips before answering, “I’m listening.”

“Ah, ja. Danke.” [Ah, yes. Thank you.] He chuckles breathlessly, before repeating your translation to whoever is on the other end of the phone. Clearly it was something about soccer if he refused to hang up. Kaiser uses his free hand to move some of your hair out of the way and gently pushes your head back down.

“Du kannst jetzt weitermachen, wunderschöne.” [You can continue now, beautiful.] He smirks, caressing your cheek.

“I put the call on mute.”

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[flowafairy]

☆ THINK I ONLY WANT YOU under my mistletoe!

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“that’s stupid.” kaiser rolls his eyes at the little mistletoe you set up above the door. absolutely refusing to step in when you told him what it’s for. “you think this little plant can push the emperor to kiss you?” he shoots you a teasing look. a confident smirk that never fails to make your ears flush, even if it’s a little.

but in reality, you can kiss him whenever you want. hell, sometimes he gets nervous to kiss you. compared to him, you’re an angel, heaven-sent. to him, you were carved by the graceful touch of god himself. he doesn’t know what kind of deed he’s done to deserve you, but he’s absolutely grateful for it.

“just shut up ‘n come here.” you cross your arms, patience running loose. you have been waiting for him for a while, after all. the thought of kissing your boyfriend under a mistletoe? this should be straight out of a fanfic!

“coming, coming, schatz.” he takes off his shoes, placing them inside the shelf next to your door carefully. you’re more than just someone he loves—you’re also someone who’s taught him the ins and outs of the world, in other words, manners. it was like yesterday he was walking inside your house with shoes on.

he finally walks inside the room, now under the mistletoe which was touching his hair—he’s tall. the sight of him leaning against the door for you, it looks like it came right out of a magazine.

“chickening out now?” he smirks at you, enjoying the way your ears flush and tug at his shirt. you pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck. you try to ignore the way his breath hits your face, his face was red. you definitely had some kind of effect on him.

you feel him whisper something inaudible in your ear, not having enough time to process it as his lips lock onto yours. you could feel a sense of relief at the feeling of his warmth hitting your lips. his kiss was hypnotising—he was hypnotising. the tenderness of his lips put your soul into pure bliss.

it’s over a lot quicker than you wanted it to be, already missing the feeling of his mouth when he pulls away. “got what you wanted?” he pinches your cheeks, eliciting an ow! from you. your breath was fast and unsteady, “yeah.”

no matter how many times you kiss michael kaiser, it will always feel like a blessing.

idk how to write a kiss this is soo fast-paced 🫠

[pemiski]

tags fem! reader, shopaholics, outrageous amounts of money, pro player! michael kaiser

author's note i had already sort of expanded on this idea of a shopaholic gf on my old blog, but i kept on rethinking about it and about mihya and so this little drabble came out of my head! enjoy

Your expensive taste can’t be helped — or at least that’s what you tell your boyfriend, Michael Kaiser, as he discovers another pair of Manolo Blahnik boots stuffed in the lower compartment of your shared walk-in closet.

It wasn’t as if Mihya was cheap, but force of habit and his experience growing up had made him frown upon the luxuries he could now afford rather than enjoy them, despite his girlfriend being rather fond of it herself.

“Nouvelle saison! Do you know what that means, Mihya? New! New season! They’re— they’re so—“

“They’re just like any other pair of boots that you own” he sighs, closing the closet door. He walks over to the kitchen island and settles his elbows on the marble counter.

His nonchalant behaviour is slowly getting on your nerves, you think, and you let the hand settling on your hip betray your thoughts. “That’s just it. They’re not like any other pair, they have a silver buckle on the side, and the sole is so much nicer. You just don’t get it.”

You turn around to fetch your new boots from the closet to settle them on your shoe-shelf.

“Whatever, as long as it’s not my money,” Michael shrugs, sipping on his mug looking ahead through the window glass pane.

You freeze, and slowly turn around.

“But it is your money.”

Michael looks over the counter, only to find his Amex black card sitting on the edge of it, next to your purse and keys. If he’s mad, the blonde doesn’t show it, as he instead focuses his stare back to his mug, inspecting the coffee residue left at the bottom.

When he speaks up, you’re torn between surprise and confusion.

“Use the insignia jewellery card next time you go shopping instead of that one. You’ll like it better, i think.”

By the time you realise that was his way of telling you he loved you, your beloved had left the living room entirely, opting to lounge in your shared bedroom instead.

yes this is a repost, after the fright that was my account being terminated i decided that i do not deserve to be shadowbanned, this is a revolution!!

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[wxwoobe]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ "i'll get to know you again."

a/n : hey ts is my first post?? hi?? nice to meet you?? 😭

contains : michael kaiser x reader.

synopsis : you see your childhood friend after years, problem is, he's changed.

is that him? no, it can't be.

you can't believe your eyes, it's michael, your childhood best friend! you guys were literally attached at the hip while growing up, you were his comfort place. you distracted him with silly faces after his monster of a father used to beat him. but then he moved away. told you he needed to focus on football and become the best in the world.

you had never forgotten about him, he was a great part of your childhood growing up.

so now, seeing him, in a grocery story, browsing through an aisle, you can't help but walk up to him.

"michael!" you smiled, ear to ear, you were so happy to see him!

he, on the other hand, looked mortified. he furrowed his eyebrows, as if remembering something— or someone.

"[name]? what are you doing here?" he asked, but there was no 'glint' in his eyes. like how his eyes used to light up when he saw you, but now — none of that spark was present in his eyes, you could only see your reflection in it.

"i was just buying some groceries. how-- uh, how are you?" you asked, now suddenly growing aware of his intense gaze on you.

"im fine." he says, gruffly. "i have matters to attend to, can you move?" no he did not. he did not just say that to his childhood friend meeting her after 10 years!

"oh-- oh, what are you talking about?" you force a dry chuckle, "can we not catch up?" you smiled.

"no." he said, almost too quickly.

"why are you acting like this? this isn't you."

"im not the same anymore, you know. so just leave me alone. you don't know me." kaiser said, running a hand through his hair, which looked awfully good now by the way.

"can't i get to know you again?"

and there was a sparkle. a glint. hope. in his blue eyes.

[wettvagina]

when i fuck him with the force of a crocodile's bite

[opheliachoii]

Ocean Eyes ♡̷

MICHAEL KAISER X READER

ABOUT : A short scenery where you appreciate his beautiful optic. From lifeless, to full of life inside his ocean eyes.

note : this is a short one because I just wanna appreciate my love for Kaiser. Enjoy!

— You were only an elementary student during the time and you noticed the transferee in your class keeps on hugging his old, scratched, taped soccer ball, while curling in his desk, wearing a black hoodie almost everyday. You could barely see his full face.

When someone touches his soccer ball he immediately smacks the shit out of them, it's as if that ball was his lifeline.

You noticed his fists were filled with bandages, you felt worried. But there was nothing you could do, you were too afraid to approach him, he seemed scary-looking in your perspective.

A few days passed, and you noticed he hasn't came to class. You checked the attendance sheet and his present days were a total blank. You bit your lower lip, curious of what had happened to him.

You were walking home when you noticed a kid underneath the big bridge near you, trying to kick a familiar ball that bounces back to him in the face. You found it funny where he repeatedly kicked the soccer ball towards the wall and bounces back towards his face, causing him to groan in pain, but continuously repeats the same actions.

You approached this kid and you gasped as you were familiar with him "It's you! Transferee!" This kid turns to you "Huh?"

You gasped again when you saw bruises and scratches on his face. "W-what happened to your face?" You innocently asked.

"It's none of your business." He coldly replied. You were a stubborn one so you approached him grabbing your band-aid collection in your bag "Let me put these!"

"H-hey!" He could barely move as if he was traumatised when someone forcefully touches him. You removed his hood and you paused.

You stared into his lifeless eyes, but you adored how beautiful his eyes were. Those beautiful ocean eyes. You were mesmerized, your touch softens. You two were stuck in the same position, he was looking helpless so he gave up defending himself. "You're strong.."

"Y-you have beautiful eyes.." You stutter as you placed band-aid on his face one-by-one.

Soon after, you two started talking casually "Thank you.." "Does it still hurt?" He shook his head. "Not quite anymore.." You smiled "You know me right? I'm your classmate! You couldn't notice me because I was always in the back doing some doodles.." You pouted "I know you, but you don't know me.. I'm Michael, Michael Kaiser.."

You smiled "Michael... Can I call you micha?" He stared at you for a second "Sounds weird but okay.." You jumped for joy "You're my friend now! Come to school tomorrow okay? You've been absent for days now." You pouted. "I got to go, my mom might be looking for me by now, you should go home too!" You waved goodbye, leaving Kaiser fascinated about you.

Ever since then, you and him were inseparable. You knew he was abused by his father ever since his mom left them, and you knew why he had a soccer ball with him everyday, it was his only friend. His dream was to be a striker, so you were more interested in him and supported his goals all the way.

9 years passed since you two became the closest, but a year ago, he confessed. In which you and Kaiser are now a thing.

You realised, that Kaiser was a good-looking guy, ever since he dyed his hair tips metallic blue, and had a blue rose tattoo on his neck, and rose thorns all the way to his biceps and to his wrist, and a crown on his back hand.

Gosh he was divine..

It was his game today, which is a huge one, because if he wins they would be competing for FIFA, and one step closer, his dreams would come true.

And of course you were there, because without you, he wouldn't be motivated at all.

And obviously they won, leaving you so happy that you had to jump out from your seat, and the first thing Kaiser did was to run towards you. Everyone saw and it was viral online and it was on the news too! Everyone seemed to notice you were the girlfriend of their star player since he approached you and you were wearing his jersey "KAISER, 10"

As he was hugging you, you felt warmth "I'm so proud of you my micha.." You glanced in his ocean eyes.. "You're so beautiful schatz.. I love you.." He kissed you passionately, everyone in the stadium cheered.

His eyes from being lifeless, to being so fulfilling, because you loved him. All because you were drawn to his ocean eyes.

Fin.

[anglbunny]

SIT ON IT

♡. multi, smut mdni, face sitting

You're straddling his stomach, thighs shaking from how much teasing he’s been doing. You’re already soaked — just from his words alone. He keeps glancing up at you, lips parted, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“Please, baby,” he groans, voice husky, “just sit on my face.”

Your face burns. “I… I can’t. I—what if I hurt you?”

He laughs — like you're the crazy one — and grabs your hips tighter, guiding you up his chest toward his mouth.

“Then let me fucking suffocate.”

He kisses the inside of your thigh, biting gently, looking up at you like you’re the only god he believes in.

“I want your thighs around my head. I want that cute pussy smothering me until you forget your own name.”

You hesitate.

He groans. “Baby. Please.” His voice cracks, breath hot against your skin. “I need to taste you. Let me, please.”

You finally give in, trembling as you lower yourself over his mouth. And the second his tongue touches you—

He moans like he’s starved. Hands locking around your thighs, pulling you down so you can't escape. He eats like he’s trying to live off you. You try to pull away—too sensitive—but he holds you tighter.

“Uh-uh. Don’t run now, doll,” he pants between licks. “You’re staying right here until I’ve had my fill.”

You come so hard you nearly black out — and he's still whining, still licking, still begging for more.

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A/n: i think when im ovulating, i have a thing for men begging

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[Masterlist]

[moechies]

kaiser hates when you're angry with him. he tries -- tries his hardest to reason with you and resolve the growing tension, but you're damn stubborn. stages of ignoring him, responding snarkily and angrily with a mean pout, or simply bursting into tears and stomping your away out of his vision when he pushes you over the edge.

at times like these, kaiser feels hopeless. it's not that the man thinks he's better off doing something more significant instead of chasing after his pissy girlfriend, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't the least bit sick with your little outbursts.

so no matter how you resist, the blue haired man is ought to get you on your back, with his handsome face shoved in-between your plush thighs. he knows that the first step to resolving your anger is to get you to calm down, and his words weren't doing much good -- therefore he'll settle for sinking in-between your thighs.

"calm down."

your legs are propped onto his bulky shoulders, body pulled to the edge of the mattress and messing the sheets. he's propped up on his knees, lapping sweetly at your sopping cunt, begging for your forgiveness.

kaiser won't admit it out loud - but he loves when he feels your leg quiver against him. as if a signal that's telling him you feel good - that he's making you feel good despite your refusal to tell him verbally. you gasp when he suckles at your pearly clit, nudging the heel of your feet into the concave of his back.

"m--micha, stop," you whine, fidgeting in his hold. you're falling pliant to his ploy, one you know too well.

"i'm sorry, liebling. i won’t ever, ever, do it again, 'righ'? don't be so angry."

he whispers breathily against your flushed folds, the warmth of his breath transversing across your sensitive cunt.

"y--you're not, only saying t--that." you hiccup, back arching simultaneously when he slivers his tongue into your swollen hole. “go awa—“

"i promise, liebling." he mumbles, looking up at your poor expression, his heart clenching with fervor when he notices the slight quiver in your bottom lip and your bubbly eyes. "i do. micha doesn't break promises, ha?"

he sighs with relief when you finally give in - nodding your head although reluctantly. his plush lips press a soft peck to your swollen nub before backing away, hands caressing your body upwards with featherlight touches before he reaches your neck. he soothes a calloused thumb over your damp cheek, then over your damp lashes, following with a kiss to your swollen lips. "i love you. i'll be better, kätzchen, i will."

���now lay still, let me make my baby feel good? ha?”

[heartmaddie]

MICHAEL KAISER’s arms wrapped around you, tugging you closer. More recently now, you had been spending the late hours of your night within his bedsheets, and leaving just as it became an hour too unsafe for you to be alone. Your warmth would escape him as you slipped out of his arms, and he would be left alone. He didn’t like the whispered goodbyes and rushed kisses you would leave behind at his apartment door.

His back was pressed against the headboard with you resting against his chest. Gentle fingers tracing down your spine, tender kisses peppered against your temple. His heart opened at full bloom, petals falling to rest upon your palms. 

“It’s getting late, you should call a cab soon.” He murmured against your skin, arms restricting you against his body. He was hesitant to let you go, to venture further than his eyesight. 

Your hum, a sweet melody against his eardrums as you shifted your head to gaze up into softened, light eyes. 

“Will you drive me home?” A tired voice, innocent and lazy. Michael couldn’t help but let the chuckle vibrate from his lungs. 

“I’m not your chauffeur,” he replied teasingly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Lips pulled into a slight smirk as his eyes grazed over your tired expression and slumped body. He wanted you to rest eternally against the swell of his chest, with angelic breaths escaping your lips. 

You let out a light groan of protest, burying your face into his body as you let out a sigh, gathering your last energy to push from his mattress. But as you shifted to move away from him, he retaliated, tightening his grasp around your body. 

“Stop that,” he huffed, almost exasperated at the audacity. You gazed up at him, a bristle of confusion and affection to be seen within your eyes. The way you were so carefree and unguarded in his presence, it was almost cute to him. He leaned a bit closer, revelling in your features. You smiled up at him softly, lips tugged into a lethargic beam. Michael’s breath hitched, heart melting.

“You may as well stay for the night,” he let out a faux irritated sigh, but he couldn’t deny the way his pulse would patter ever so faster. “There’s no point in you leaving and getting hurt on your way home, hm?” 

You nodded, an agreement, but more a nuzzle against his chest.

It would’ve been a lonely night without you, any night is. Michael didn’t let his eyes close until dawn, the first sign of day. Azure was too busy, inseparable from the rise and fall of your sleeping figure. He ran his lips against your skin, constellations painted upon your cheeks, your arms tighten against his body instinctively.

An angel, wrapped around him.

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[itoshiexx]

when you call them "husband" - part 2

how the blue lock boyfriends react when you call them "husband" - part 2

pairings: itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo x fem!reader (no descriptions tho, just the words "wife" on rin's part) (separate) | warnings: established relationship, fluff, lovesick boys

notes: I'M ALIVE! i cant believe how long it's been since i had time/energy/creativity to write something, ohmy goddddddd. i'm so sorry for all the time it took to post this, but i wanna ty all so much for all the love on part 1 and all the requests for part 2! hopefully this will meet your expectations ♥ as always, i went a lil' overboard with rin's part. enjoy!

part 1 / masterlist

ITOSHI RIN

rin was not a fan of social media. it was clear with the way his instagram only had 8 pictures despite being years since his career started, and even more so by the fact he had no other social media besides that. if he wasn’t so famous, people would say itoshi rin was a ghost or some artificial intelligence invention. 

it was one of the reasons people were very shocked when he started dating you, an influencer with millions of followers on every platform. rin was a private person, and you… well, you shared your life on the internet for everyone to see. to say you were polar opposites was an understatement.

however, you never forced your boyfriend to appear in any of your socials, only recording things for your own fun and memories and posting only what he allowed. rin was glad for that. he didn’t mind doing dumb things with you to see you smile, as long as the rest of the world couldn’t see how whipped he was for you.

also, you were kind of glad the professional athlete was so unaware of social media, because it meant you could do a lot of tiktok trends without the risk of him already knowing what was coming — which made everything more satisfying. 

and the trend you chose that day was especially good.

“hey everyone, it’s y/n here!” you chirped, waving your hands in front of your phone. however, you were actually recording rin, who was at the other side waiting for your sign to appear on the screen.

you continued speaking. “today i have a very special guest, who i’m sure you’re all very familiar with.” you gave the camera a little cheeky wink, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes with all your theatrics. “please welcome itoshi rin, my handsome husband!”

rin gave a step forward to start his way to you, but suddenly, his whole body froze, brows furrowing in what you could only call utmost confusion. silence took over the room for what felt like an eternity, and you had to suppress your laugh seeing the imaginary ‘loading’ wheel on his head.

rin.exe stopped working.

“baby?” you decided to intervene, honestly a little scared of how immobile rin was.

“you— i’m— did you just— did we—”

you could no longer hold your laughter, and rin’s favorite melody echoing through the walls of your shared apartment was probably what snapped him out of his trance. he immediately scowled and crossed his arms, cheeks burning red from his pathetic stutter.

“i am never doing these dumb videos with you again.”

“no, no, i’m sorry!” your giggles kept going, and you approached your pouty boyfriend, squishing his cheeks between your hands. the smooch you gave him was almost enough to make him melt. almost. rin still had some self respect.

he also didn’t want to admit how abnormally fast his stone heart was beating with the mere thought of being referred to as your husband — and, even better, referring to you as his wife. 

fuck. that certainly did make him feel lots of things. those stupid butterflies that were born the minute you met were roaming freely in his stomach, soaring with all the love he had harbored just for you. 

“i’m sorry, baby,” you said again, smiling like you swallowed the sun and all things good in this world. you might as well have. how else could rin explain the way you were his everything? “it was a prank i saw on tiktok.”

he arched his eyebrow, arms uncrossing to put his hands on your waist. “oh? so you don’t want me to be your husband?”

the itoshi was satisfied to see you flushing this time. “i— w-well, you see…”

and then you started rambling, just like you did every time something made you nervous. and rin could only look at you as if nothing else was worth looking at, because really, to him, it wasn’t. 

…well, maybe the sight of you walking down the aisle would get the cake. he might have to find out soon. 

MICHAEL KAISER

once you started dating bastard munchen’s star, michael kaiser, it was natural to have his world collide with yours. everything from football to blue hair dye to weird sleeping habits became a part of you as well, and you nourished every expanse of your world his presence alone was able to give.

your favorite part, besides learning all of him — his little habits, quirks and love languages that seemed to be crafted solely for you — was definitely immersing yourself in his culture. germany always seemed distant and quite detached from your life, and you loved to learn new things from different perspectives. 

food, traditions, language… michael loved teaching you things, giddy and secretly grateful for your excitement. it was his sparkly eyes that prompted you to learn a few things by yourself to surprise him and make him happy. 

the tiktok trend was just a nice coincidence. 

you phone was hidden on the kitchen balcony, camera recording and waiting for the moment your boyfriend would arrive in your shared apartment. luckily, kaiser was very punctual, and you didn’t have to wait much longer.

“liebling, i’m home!” you heard him scream from the front door, and you giggled to yourself, pretending to be busy chopping vegetables for dinner. 

you waited for his footsteps to near where you were, and, as soon as you felt he entered the camera frame, you answered:

“welcome home, ehemann!”

you didn’t have to turn around to see the way kaiser completely froze; arms stopping just before reaching your waist as if your figure was an illusion created by his tired mind. you fought hard to suppress your grin.

“what… did you say…?” his voice was low and uncertain, but there was no annoyance in it; just pure confusion. 

turning your head around to finally look at him, you were pleased to find your mikka with rosy cheeks and a bashful expression, so extremely unusual for a guy like him you couldn’t help but feel your heart flutter on your chest. 

you gave him your best innocent look. “huh? isn’t that how you say boyfriend?”

“i-it’s husband, liebe. you called me husband,” his tone was still incredulous, and this time, you couldn’t keep your smile off your face. 

“oh, did i?”

your countenance seemed to finally snap him out of his trance, and michael’s eyebrows shot up, scoffing slightly — albeit still endearingly. his arms circled your waist and he pressed a kiss on the side of your neck. 

“how mean of you, baby. playing with my heart like that.” he trailed more kisses on your neck and jaw, making you squirm. “you tryin’ to kill me or something?”

you giggled again, both from the ticklish kisses he was giving you and the huge amount of love you had harbored just for him. “of course not, baby. i need you alive to make you my husband,” you jested.

“oh, yeah? you wanna make me your husband?”

“yes.” you shifted, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. kaiser hugged you a little tighter, feeling something fuzzy inside his chest. “is that a problem?”

“never,” he answered immediately. because it was true.

boyfriend, fiancé, partner, husband… michael didn’t mind what title would be bestowed to him — as long as he could keep being yours.

MIKAGE REO

being the heir of one of the biggest corporations of the country and a professional football player made your boyfriend’s schedule pretty busy. therefore, thursdays like these, where you and him could have a nice walk around the park under the warm sunlight, hand in hand, were extremely rare — hence why they were so appreciated.

reo knew how much his frenetic agenda was a hard toll on your relationship, affecting both of you with distance, longing and short periods of time together. and, well, everyone knew how much of a goner he was for you, so it wasn’t surprising to see him give in whatever spare time he had in his hands — even going as far as making such time exist if there wasn’t any — to be with you for as long as he possibly could.

how could he deny your pretty little eyes pleading to have a stroll in the park with him ‘just for a few minutes?’

god, you were so selfless. he wanted to give you all of his minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years. and for all that’s worth, reo would never deny you of such a thing — he’d rather shoot himself than make you think you weren’t loved with every fiber of his being.

the weather was nice; a gentle breeze kissing both of your faces and making everything more pleasant. you were both chatting and appreciating the calm environment when you spotted an old lady a few feet ahead, selling different colored roses for the passersby. a smile was etched onto your lips, and you impulsively let go of reo’s hand to run towards her. 

“why hello, dear. would you like to buy a rose?”

your boyfriend watched you beam to the lady and slowly approached you, though still keeping his distance and trying hard not to intervene and buy all the roses for you. 

“yes, please! a red one would be perfect.”

“oh, who will you give it to?” asked the woman, already taking one flower from the bunch to hand it to you. 

your smile became slightly more bashful, “it’s for my husband!”

and fuck, if reo wasn’t already completely in love with you and thoroughly believed you were his soulmate until then, he certainly would after that very moment. he could feel his cheeks burning and his tongue rolling inside his mouth with how speechless he became. his heart soared with your words, excitement coursing through his veins with a love so overwhelming he nearly fell on his knees right there. 

heavens, he loved you so fucking much. and you made him realize it was about time he proved it to you (once again).

his hands easily found his phone in his pocket, and a quick call to the jewelry store was made while you busied yourself with paying for the flower. reo couldn’t stop smiling like a lovesick fool, but he didn’t mind.

“hey, mr. fuji, it’s mikage! you know, i think it’s time for that visit i mentioned a while ago…”

he might not fall to his knees right there, but he would drop at one knee very soon.

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ft : sae , rin , kaiser

｜ sae itoshi

“saeeee?” you called out your boyfriend’s name, your voice echoing throughout the shared apartment, it doesn’t take long for sae to emerge from his bedroom, head popping out.

“hn?” he walked over to you at the living room, staring at the comedically large shopping bag you had on your lap. you were trying hard to keep your giggles in as you slowly plucked off the tape on the bag. “i assume you had a good shopping trip? though, i’ll praise you for spending less tha-….ah..”

his voice slowly trailed off as you pulled out a large plushie of him, he was in a seagull costume and had that iconic chibi sae face, holding it in both your hands proudly while he looked at it as if it just murdered his whole family. “look! isn’t he cute?? i was at the arcade just now and they let me exchange my tickets for this!” you giggled, now holding the plushie close to your chest.

“….i wouldn’t say cute. its a monstrosity. i’d never wear a seagull costume, let alone make .. that face. throw it away.” you gasped in offence, covering the plushies ears as if it was a child. “don’t say that about him! he didn’t do anything wrong!”

sae rolled his eyes dramatically, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “what is this, hm? itoshi junior? your replacement for me whenever i’m gone for matches? i’m hurt.” he asked with mock hurt twinged in his voice as you giggled, leaning into his body.

“i should replace you with him completely. cuter and quieter!”

“excuse me?” “you heard me.”

｜ rin itoshi

“rinnie?” your head perked into his bedroom, he was curled up on his chair as his fingers clacked away on his keyboard, playing a horror game. he let out a hum to acknowledge you before saving his progress and turning off the game, turning his gaming chair towards you, “yeah. what is it?”

a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you stepped into his room, hands behind your back, suspiciously hiding something from him. his eyes narrowed at you as you walked towards him, showcasing a round, fat, chibi rin plush keychain that fit in the palm of your hand as you giggled to yourself. “look! i can hang it on my bag-” “is that supposed to be me?” “uhuh!”

he took the keychain from your hand, analysing it as if it was the greatest masterpiece he’s ever seen. “..where’d you buy this? its unappealing to the eye.” “i saw it at a little street vendor, it was only like what, 3,000 yen?” if you squinted your eyes, you’d be able to see rins feet kicking softly out of happiness, even when his words didn’t match with it.

rin continued staring at it despite basically saying it was ugly, as if he was hesitating to say something. “lukewarm. don’t buy this type of stuff again.” and yet despite that, he didn’t hand it back to you, no. he grabbed the ring of the chain and hung it beside his pc as if it was his greatest achievement.

“aaawweee!! you like it! rin likes fat chibi plushies of hi—” he quickly shut your mouth by standing up out of nowhere and throwing you both on the bed, his hand gripping your jaw softly to kiss you. “you run that mouth a lot huh.” another kiss “buying stupid plushies when the real one is right here.” another kiss “wasting your damn money.” another kiss.

“..maybe i should buy more next time.” “tch, brat.” another kiss. <3

｜ michael kaiser

“misha!!” you pounced on your boyfriend as soon as he got home from practice, not even have put down his bag yet.

“hello to you too, sweets. what’s the special occasion hm? never seen you so excited to see me before.” he placed down his bag carelessly before both of his hands reached to your inner thighs to grab a hold of you, walking over to the bedroom and placing you down onto the bed.

“i bought something for you when i was at the market today!”

“is that so? show me then.” you tried to hide your evil giggle as you crawled up, heading over to one of the plastic bags on the desk, rummaging through it while kaiser stood there with his arms folded, waiting for you to finish digging through the swarms of newly bought items. after awhile, you pulled out a shirt and proudly showed him, the initial smug expression on his face replaced completely with one of blank eyes and lips falling into a straight line.

“I <3 MICHAEL KAISER” was written on the front, poorly cut pngs of him placed all over on the shirt, and the back of the shirt .. a fan art of kaiser sitting on a throne with over exaggerated jewellery around him while he was holding a big golden sword.

“isn’t it cool?! you should wear it!”

silence. pure silence from him.

“…it’s fun to look at, sure. how about you give it to me, yeah? i’ll analyse it after my shower.” he quickly took the shirt from you and immediately headed to the bathroom, not even giving you a chance to respond as he disappeared from your sight. and for some mysterious reason, ever since that day, the shirts been completely missing. how? kaiser threw it out of the bathroom window, obviously. he didn’t have the heart to say “it’s disgusting, a monstrosity. who would even draw me like that? i know i’m the best, liebe, but they couldve at LEAST made me look better. don’t ever show me this type of shit ever again, burn it.” in front of you!

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visual representations btw LOL

[iqxatlantic]

"what the hell were we? tell me weren't just friends!"

ft. michael kaiser . asshole! kaiser . ooc! kaiser ? . fem! reader . reader going thru a bum situationship . kaiser doesnt help lol . toxic fwb situation . breeding ? . seeeex . unreliable narrator . smut . smut after the cut bware!

synopsis: being extremely pissed off with this one guy you're talking with — you complained to a close friend of yours, kaiser. pushing your luck with the relationship you two had, you asked him to come over. y'know maybe for comfort or something, right? the night for sure took a shift in direction. have you forgotten? you n kaiser had a friends with benefits complex.

wc: 1.3k

"uuugh, this guys so confusing!" you whined. kaiser listened carefully as you continued to whine on call. "does he like me or is he just tryna get pussy? what the fuuuuck!" you continued to complain.

he smirked, "seems like he's a hassle." he was shut up immediately as you yelled, "because he is one!" calming down, you asked sweetly. "mihyaa.. can you come over?" how could he say no?

you were wearing nothing but his t-shirt. kneeling in front of him, he took out his member. fuck you forget how big this guy is. the pretty rosewood tip was leaking with precum.

you pressed your lips onto his tip, placing a small kiss. licking your lips and savouring the slightly sweet and salty taste. forming your lips into an "o" you got down at it. your warm and moist mouth sucked this guy offff.

"s-scheiße..[name] ouuh, god." kaiser moaned. "your mouth feels so good.." he gripped you by the hair and forced you to swallow him a little deeper. your nose grazed slightly against his pubes. balls deep. you gagged a little. then, you bobbed your head as you kept sucking. and sucking. aaand more sucking.

his grip on your hair got tighter. he didn't even give you a chance to react as he finished in your mouth. his crazy strength kept your mouth on his cock. it hurt your knees. you also didn't want to swallow but this guy GAVE YOU NO CHOICE. you swallowed. slowly, he let go of your hair. there was an erotic pop as you gently peeled your lips off his member.

"mihya.!" you frowned. kaiser chuckled at your expression. those gorgeous lips formed into a frown as a bit of his cum was somewhat dripping from your mouth despite you swallowing. "sorry, meine liebe. not my fault your mouth feels extraordinary," he smiles. fuck. he knew how to use his words.

"i dunno why you're so upset though, [name]," the emperor smirked. he pulled you by the arm, to the position in which you're now standing. he got on his knees, (the emperor on his knees?! girl you got him over you! even if ur j fwb jesus!!) to face the level of your pussy. he traced his finger along the wet spot of your panties. a little squelch could be heard.

" 'cause she certainly not mad," he smiled in that dumbass smug way again. god you wanted to slap his stupidly attractive face. you were hit immediately with a flushed feeling. "s-shut the hell up!" you stammered. "jus' natural after i do something intimate. not that you have a toll on me or something," you muttered.

in one swift movement, he pushed you onto the bed. you laid on your back as he towered over you. your panties were slipped to the side as he slipped into you. you let out a high-pitched yelp. "y-yer so shallow, mihya..!" you moaned out. all so suddenly, this fucking guy just put it in? no foreplay no nothing? there's no way you were THAT wet.. okay to be fair he did get it in without hurting so...

as he kept thrusting, the shirt slowly rode up. the wet plapping sound of your bodies colliding was beginning to drive you crazy. "haa, calling me shallow but i'm just gettin' deeper.." kaiser groaned out. your walls were clenching onto his shaft for dear damn life.

you bit your lower lip til it bled. fuck the sensation. was crazy. "i fuckin' haaaate! you-!" you moaned out, voice going a few pitches higher as he hit that gummy spot within you. you grit your teeth as your back arched. shit. that arch was craaazy. "y-you, ooh! keep leadin' me on!" you gasped out. "ya different from those other guys or you jus' the same!?" you continued. (how do you eve have the energy to say that...?) "cause you keep fuckin' leading me into yer room. how's that my fault?" the prodigy grunted, his accent running through. you kept moaning and creaming over his dick. it was getting hard for him to not cum in you right there n then. your walls were sucking him in. he could cry. your nails began scratching and digging into his skin. "mihyaaa!" you cried as you came. the ecstasy filling your veins as he thrusted in you a few more times for you to ride your high. "how many times now?" his accent a lil' rougher than before. "forgot.." you muttered out a reply, catching your breath. you had that fucked out facial expression. seeing your expression, his once slightly limp cock was hard again. this guy is not softening up anytime soon..

prone-bone, doggy, mating press, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl. seashell, valedictorian, lotus position. everything was going on. while you were riding him, he made you do all the work. "tell me, meine liebe." he began. "confess to me, what's the worst?"

you fucking yourself dumb on his maaassive cock, you couldn't reply. the hell? he thinks you can form an answer after all that?! his annoying ahh voice chuckled, "that bad? your eyes are rollin' to the back of your head. can you formulate a single word? dumb dumb girl. why do ya think yer always gettin' played?" kaiser smirked. despite teasing or just making fun of you, there was a twinge of emotion. jealousy was it? envy..? anger..? who cared. you were getting your BRAINS fucked out man. "you're so smart... what happened now hm?" he sighed contently, switching positions as he kept thrusting. the gloss in your eyes matched the gloss on your lips.

"mihya- michael fuucking kaiser-" you were able to scream out. "finish in me plea- please..!" you sobbed. your eyes widened as he shut you the hell up with a passionate kiss.

tears were pooling. hands intertwining. ew. it was kinda gross. you couldn't breathe at all. your lips parted, giving his tongue an invitation to slide in. kaiser was actually losing his shit at this point. wild? this guy was going feral. genuinely feral.

the slight aftertaste of his semen (salty ahh) lingering in your mouth... the flavour of your mouth n his semen mixed drove him once again, insane. could there be a girl more perfect than you? nah. kaiser's ego was too big to admit that.

one more sloppy thrust and he relaxed his body. he came in you. your legs loosened around his waist as you came undone as well. kaiser stayed a little longer, not letting a single ounce of his seed drip out of you.

your soaked n warm cunt took all of that semen (oh yea girl!) he pulled out, running his hand thru his rigid ahh hair (no srsly wtf is that rattail hair oh gawd..) you were still dazed. blinking a few times you got up.

"mihya?! you're jus' gonna leave like that?!" you exclaimed as you sat up. he was already putting on his clothes. "mhm. i am, schatz." he replied.

"wait- but t-that's unfair!" you frowned. he didn't bat a single eye or did he dare to look in your direction. "what the hell are we?! please don't tell me we're just friends!" you sobbed. you were an emotional outbreak.

despite being the arrogant man he is, kaiser felt a pang of hurt. for himself and you. if he told you the truth on how he felt, he'd injure his fat ego. but if he didn't, he'd hurt you. kaiser's ego was very dear to him. it's what kept him alive to this point.

"come to my game tomorrow if you wanna see me, [name]." he sighed, buckling his pants. "you dick! not even aftercare!? fuck you kaiser!" you whined out. shit. you knew he hated being called by his last name. you were kinda annoying. did he care? na, not really he was all for it.

kaiser knew you'd come to his game either way. he just wanted to taunt you. before leaving, he uttered words you never expected to hear. "[name], y'know you're my dream girl right?"

michael kaiser damaged his ego that night. all he ever wanted to was to be able to express his affection for you. if only you knew how heavenly perfect you were in his eyes.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n: can u tell i lost motivation and the plot half way lol... exams punched the hell out of me oh fawk why am i still recovering.. once again i suck at writing smut, like i suck in general but smut is not my cup of tea.. (i say as i continue writing HAHA) hopefully ygs enjoyed T_T this unironically made me so mad ? i got so lost while writing so er.. if its actually unreadable and confusing im sorry. i tried ok 😓once again, english isn't my first language n i don't have any prior experience... kaiser's so hot tho if he was my situationshup id get on my knees oh fawkkk... 0 to no proof reading btw this has been stuck in my drafts since the starf of conception! work was heavily based off of church.. and friends ig. also writing this sparked me how bad my love ife is, heavens... ya this is all yap hope ygs devoured this (isagi ref?!) im flopping omg...

[fxymi]

michael kaiser has 2 sides to him and you get to meet both of them.

on one hand, he buys you expensive bouquets, gourmet chocolate, and delicate lingerie from foreign boutiques. he’ll gladly take you red-bottoms up and with your back pressed deep into his egyptian cotton blanket and silk sheets. he’ll grip your waist, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress, as he buries his cock into your tight hole, watching your eyes roll back as you take all of him. sometimes he’ll be gentler with you, but this is still michael we’re talking about, so 9 times out of 10, you’ll end up with the wires in your mind completely severed by the heat so that the only words leaving your mouth are incoherent babbles and his name.

and on the other hand, he knows where he came from. despite all the money and fame he’s acquired for himself, he’s not above fucking you against the graffitied wall of an alleyway. or chasing you down the trashed streets of his old neighbourhood just so he can win, pin you down onto the cool concrete, and hold you in a nasty mating press with his breath hot against your ear and neck as he calls you a slut for letting him have his way with you in a place like this.

but either way, he’s nasty and a big meanie with the way he’ll bully your poor cunt by stretching it out with his girth and forcing you to take every inch while he relentlessly thrusts into you. or the way he makes you grind your clothed, aching clit on his thigh, lightly bouncing it every now and then while you whimper and beg him for his cock, until you eventually make a mess on either his nice dress pants or washed jeans.

[anglbnny]

hi.. michael kaiser n phone sex pleek.. like when he's away for a match but he gets a little too needy n frustrated :( he gets on a call with reader n.. well, you know what happens ;)

No sleep ♡ Michael kaiser

cw: smut mdni, phone sex, voice kink, dirty talk

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

His hotel room is quiet when he calls, except for the faint hum of the AC and the tension in his breath. You pick up before the second ring.

“Hey,” you murmur.

He exhales like he’s been holding it in for hours. “You alone?”

You hum. “You sound tense, Kaiser.”

He scoffs, but it’s weak—frustrated. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”

A beat passes. You shift in your sheets, warmth flooding low in your stomach. You know where this is going. You want it too.

“I miss you,” you whisper. “You should be here.”

His voice drops. “If I was there, you wouldn’t be able to walk right now.”

Your breath catches.

“Kaiser—”

“Put your hand between your thighs,” he commands, voice gravel and silk. “Right now.”

You obey.

“Good girl,” he groans. “I’m already so fuckin’ hard, baby. Been like this since I left. You’ve ruined me.”

Your hand moves slowly, teasing yourself the way you know drives him crazy. On the other end, you hear his breath hitch, the faintest sound of skin on skin.

You whimper into the receiver, soft and desperate. “Kaiser…”

“God, that voice,” he growls. “Keep touching yourself. Talk to me—tell me what you’d do if I was there.”

Your voice is low, trembling. You describe every slow grind of your hips, how empty you feel without him, how badly you want him inside you—and he loses it, moaning so loud it crackles through the line.

“Scheiße,” he groans, hand moving faster. “You’d let me fuck you through the mattress, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t even wait—I’d have you bent over the counter the second I walk in.”

You’re so close now, matching his rhythm, breath ragged.

“I’m gonna come,” you whine, thighs trembling. “Kaiser, please…”

“Wait for me,” he pants. “Fuck—come with me, baby. Together.”

The line fills with nothing but broken moans, the sound of you both falling apart in sync. He gasps your name like he’s worshiping it, and when you finally shatter with him, it’s messy, breathless, and real.

Silence.

Then a low laugh from him, soft and exhausted. “We’re never doing this long-distance shit again.”

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella

A/n: THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!

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[Masterlist]

[brownsbakes]

"Calling me pretty gets you head" prank on bllk boys ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ pt 3

Characters Michael Kaiser, sae itoshi, Kenyu yukimiya

Itoshi sae .☘︎ ݁˖

Michael Kaiser .☘︎ ݁˖

Kenyu yukimiya .☘︎ ݁˖

Pt 1 here pt 2 here pt 4 here