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Kyouka Nijiku would definitely buy these 😌✨it’s the color palette and the whole vibe

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What was the exact moment he realized it would be forever? Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi and Sae Itoshi

Kaiser Michael: Michael's dating history is a very short chapter; he could have dated many women- women who practically threw themselves at his feet, but he wasn't interested in any of them. Once you caught his attention, he quickly realized that there must be something very special about you. It took many months for him to fully open up to you, but when he told you one evening about his father's serious drinking problem, it flipped a switch in your mind. You were never a heavy drinker, but having a drink now and then on a nice evening with friends was normal for you. You also enjoyed offering your loved ones drinks at home, fine whiskey or gin.

But just a few days after Michael told you about his father, your bar at home was suddenly empty; you removed all the bottles from the apartment. When you sat with your friends at a bar, you only ordered non-alcoholic drinks from that day on; even desserts were no longer garnished with alcohol. Michael had never brought it up; he had simply noticed it silently. He never expected you to get so drunk that you would become physically violent towards him, but the thought was always there in the back of his mind. Even if you had only said hurtful, thoughtless words to him in your drunkenness, it probably would have affected him deeply.

Therefore he thought about how readily you gave something up, simply because it had caused him pain in the past, he felt his love for you grow ever stronger. This willingness made him realize that he could rely on you.

Rin Itoshi: Rin is very gifted with languages, and after four years of dating, he wanted to learn your native language. He kept it a secret, wanting to practice until he could have a proper conversation with you or your parents, since they often had trouble understanding him. He wanted to make it possible for you to spend a day with all of you without constantly having to translate between different language groups.

While you were on the phone with your childhood best friend, he understood more and more of your conversations. Out of respect for your privacy, he usually left the room, since you weren't aware that he now understood what you were saying.

But one evening, he couldn't help himself; he overheard you talking about him.

What he heard was pure love. Pure appreciation. Pure gratitude and joy. You told her how incredibly happy you were with him, and even when your best friend joked about whether you didn't actually want someone else or if you were just deluding yourself, you assured her that he was your dream man.

You said the same things to his face as you did behind his back, and that made him realize he could always count on your word.

Sae Itoshi:Money never held much value for Sae. He could provide you with a secure and luxurious life, but deep down, it was worthless to him. As your fifth anniversary approached, he pondered what to get you. You always insisted on just a card or a letter from him; he should write words on a piece of paper to express his love for you, but surely there had to be more to it than that, right?

When he finally decided to buy you a Rolex watch worth $36,000, he waited for the saleswoman to wrap it. While he waited, he scrolled through videos on his feed and saw the following scenario: A man had presented his wife with an expensive gift wrapped in a simple chocolate bar. She freaked out, yelling at him, asking if she wasn't worth more to him than fucking supermarket chocolate, and didn't even bother to open the wrapper. Sae suddenly felt curious—how would you react?

So he placed the Rolex inside a chocolate bar and took it with him to your anniversary dinner.

You smiled so warmly at him as he placed the package on the table. "Thank you for these five wonderful years! I love you," he said. You leaned over the table to give him a loving kiss. "Thank you, my love! I love you too! And you know what I like! Let's eat it together as soon as we get home!"

"Open it, you idiot!" he finally said. Even though the words sounded a bit harsh, his heart leapt at the thought that you would be satisfied with just the chocolate.

"That would be rude in a restaurant, honey! I can't eat food we brought here—"

"Just do it already!" he rolled his eyes. As you finally held the watch in your hands, shaking your head frantically, telling him, that present was way to expensive, he knew that you were with him because you loved him, not because you expected money or status. Your hands were shaking as you put on the watch.

“Sae what if I lose it?! What do I do if someone rips it off my wrist-?”

“Gonna buy another one”, he muttered, already thinking about where he should look for an engagement ring.

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What's in their bag BL characters

Yoichi Isagi: Yoichi usually doesn't carry many things with him. That's because he doesn't want to lug around large bags or backpacks. He always has his most important things with him, like his house keys, wallet, smartphone, headphones, and a water bottle. He uses other items like hand cream or perfume before leaving the house. He doesn't need them with him during the day.

An object that might surprises you: He always carries a small photo of his family with him

Kaiser Michael:  Michael's bag is filled with carefully selected items. There aren't many, but they all play an important role. He also always carries a book and writing materials with him. High-quality hygiene and beauty products are also readily available and are used regularly.

An object that might surprises you: He is absolutely addicted to sugar, which is why he carries hard candies with him

Meguru Bachira: Meguru usually carries the same bag with him. He filled it years ago and doesn't even know exactly what's in it. The promotional gift some guy at the train station gave him six years ago? Yeah, somewhere in the side pocket. Chewing gum that expired ages ago, also in there...

An object that might surprises you: Almost anything in his pocket can surprise someone. His bag is comparable to Hermione Granger's. Just name any random object – I bet he's hidden it deep in his bag.

Sae Itoshi: Sae's bag contents are simple and elegant. Similar to Yoichi, he doesn't like to carry bags with him; if his daily schedule requires more products, he uses a second bag that his manager sadly needs to carry for him.

An object that might surprises you: A keychain that's already quite battered. Rin made it in kindergarten and Sae just can't part with it.

Reo Mikage:  At first glance, the contents of his bag don't seem to be much, but they contain several months' wages for an average person. Like Kaiser's, the items he carries are very carefully chosen, and he feels very elegant looking at his possessions.

An object that might surprises you: He always carries disinfectant with him, as he does not like to touch surfaces in public without disinfecting himself afterwards.

Seishirō Nagi: Nagi doesn't want to lug around anything. His smartphone and headphones are the most important things; everything else can technically stay at home. The perfume he carries was a gift from Reo ages ago and he rarely uses it.

An object that might surprises you: Although he always tries to keep his electronic devices up-to-date to play the latest games, his headphones are surprisingly old. He's sensitive to changes in sound quality and doesn't want to deal with finding a suitable replacement.

Rin Itoshi: Since Rin likes to spend his free time walking near the beach, relaxing and reflecting on his life circumstances, he often carries writing materials, a notebook and headphones with him. It's not that he always needs these items; he just likes to have them on hand, just in case.

An object that might surprises you: All the pens he carries with him originally belonged to Sae. They are just cheap pens, but he feels a strange spiritual connection to hin when he uses them to write down his thoughts.

Ryusei Shidou: The pocketknife and lighter are purely for him to play with during boring moments in everyday life. His favorite perfume is always with him, as are a few accessories and a Bluetooth speaker. He is the kind of annoying person who plays loud music in public places and reacts aggressively when asked to turn it off.

An object that might surprises you: He has a fake ID in his wallet.

Hyoma Chigiri: Chigiri's bag was filled with essentials he uses daily. This includes hair care products in case he wants to moisturize his hair during the day. He also always carries a small towel and a bottle of water to refresh himself.

An object that might surprises you: A single condom, which his sister had slipped to him unnoticed. He hasn't discovered it yet

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What kind of pets would these BL characters own

Yoichi Isagi:  Yoichi owns a guinea pig named Rosie. He adopted her from a friend who could no longer care for her. At first, he worried far too much; he took the matter very seriously and wants to give Rosie the best life possible! He's secured everything in his apartment so she can roam freely all day. The cage is only used when the apartment is being cleaned.

Kaiser Michael:  Michael is officially a dog person, and let me tell you, he has no patience for idiots, except for his dog. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, yet he enjoys free rein with his owner. King often reminds Michael to take life a little easier and not turn everything into a competition.

Meguru Bachira: Bob is a rat, and Meguru has always wanted rats as pets. He always calls him Fat Bob because he's definitely overweight, but at the same time, he can't refuse him any food. Meguru's mother has to remind him now and then to take care of the animal's health. But all in all, he takes good care of Bob and loves him like a brother.

Sae Itoshi:  Sae has no idea how it came to be that the duck he met one day in the park now sleeps in his bed every night. Probably because the poor thing looked at him with the exact same eyes his little brother used to have. But one thing's for sure: this duck has the best life a duck can have! Incredibly, Pudding suits him perfectly, and no one has ever questioned why on earth a person like him would keep a duck as a pet. In a way, it's the perfect contrast to his stoic personality.

Rin Itoshi: Rin had always been fascinated by snakes, admiring their colors and nature. He eventually spent a long time researching to decide which type of snake would suit him best. The fact that people react with fear to these animals gives him a kind of satisfaction. He enjoys feeling the snakes on his hands; it calms him. Their names are Kaa and Ash.

Seishirō Nagi: Nagi only wanted one ferret, but he couldn't decide, so he decided to take all three! Blueberry, Fred and Riku are much more work than he imagined, but he's growing into the role. He loves his peace and quiet, but he enjoys the fact that the three of them turn his apartment upside down and fill it with life. Be warned, if you visit, the apartment is absolute chaos!

Reo Mikage:  Reo is the proud owner of two female Dalmatians: Delilah and Coco. He really wanted one classic black and one lemon-colored. He loves the admiring glances they receive, especially since he invests so much time in their care. If you think he has staff for this, I'm afraid you're mistaken. He takes care of them entirely himself, seeing it as therapy and a way to unwind. The two ladies are proud and well-mannered.

Rensuke Kunigami: The raccoon is named Bandit because he tried to raid Rensuke's trash before barricading himself in his flowerpot. Rensuke noticed his leg was injured and, unable to bear to see him suffer, took him to an animal hospital. From then on, he felt responsible for the animal. Bandit has no manners and turns the house upside down, but at least he's not picky about food and loves to cuddle.

Ikki Niko: Niko loves the fact that tortoises have such strong personalities, even though most people have no idea about it. He enjoys watching them and has built a small, secure outdoor enclosure for them in his garden. He was also very happy when they had babies. Their names are: Momo, Sakura, Morla, Oskar and George.

Hyoma Chigiri: He had loved dogs since childhood and finally decided to adopt one. When their eyes met, it was love at first sight. Luna has a bright and friendly personality; she wants to greet everyone she meets, which often puts her owner in awkward situations, as he doesn't find it easy to strike up a conversation with strangers. Sometimes he takes her for a walk along a long country lane and unclips her leash, and then they race each other.

Ryusei Shidou: Birds are perfect for him; he loves their sounds, the fact that you can share funny moments with them, and their colorful plumage. He owns five birds in total, all housed in a room he designed for them. After a long day, he sits with them and smiles happily. Their names are a complete shitshow: McDonald, Satan, Ass, Humphrey, and Booger

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What kind of underwear/lingerie do these BL characters like? Do they push it aside or pull it off you?

Yoichi Isagi: I think Yoichi would find almost anything beautiful, as long as it flatters your personality and body. But I have a feeling he prefers sporty-elegant underwear. He pushes your lingerie aside during foreplay to show you that he appreciates it when you dress up for him. But eventually, there always comes a point when he wants to feel your bare skin.

Kaiser Michael:  Michael finds it erotic when you wear beautiful lingerie for him, and he pushes it aside because he wants to savor the view for as long as possible. He gently uncovers and kisses the parts of your body covered by fabric. He finds lace very alluring and also has a weakness for garter belts and stockings that beautifully accentuate your legs. If you wear them before your lovemaking, for example when you go out together some hours before, he won't be able to take his eyes off you and will already be thinking about kissing your beautiful thighs.

Meguru Bachira:  Meguru's playful nature is also reflected in his taste in lingerie. He likes it when lingerie is full of bows that he can play with. He also likes that innocent look. He tells you how beautiful you are, and then the lingerie comes off because, as much as he appreciates the sight, he wants to be able to touch and taste everything.

Sae Itoshi: Sae finds very feminine lingerie beautiful and feels appreciated and loved when he knows you think of him in everyday life and want to make him happy. That's why he never completely removes your lingerie. He practically plays with it, wanting to feel the fabric between his fingers. If you take the time to put on such a beautiful outfit for him, the foreplay lasts all the longer, and after you've finished making love, he'll run you a hot bath and massage your feet.

Rin Itoshi: Rin's taste reflects timeless elegance. He finds graceful colors like very dark blue beautiful and prefers semi-transparent fabrics, as they both adorn your body and don't conceal everything from him. He appreciates the effort you invest in the romance between the both of you and therefore only gently pulls the fabric aside to access the parts of your body he wishes to touch and please. When you wake up the next morning, you will always find fresh flowers on the table, along with fresh pastries.

SeishirōNagi: Seishiro likes the simple things; he finds it intimate enough when you feel so comfortable in his presence that you can walk around in your underwear without a care in the world. He loves it when you wear tops like that and the fabric rolls up, revealing your sweet tummy. Then he can't resist and starts nibbling. He slips his head inside your top and begins to caress your belly and breasts. If things progress further, he eventually pulls your underwear off completely.

Reo Mikage: Reo has an absolute weakness for babydolls and negligees. He loves how elegant they look on you and the fact that, despite your clothing, he can still reach all the important parts. Moreover, he's been accustomed to luxurious fabrics since birth; he places great value on quality. If you go to the trouble of pleasing him with such a sight, he wants to make sure you feel adored. He savors the view and pushes the fabric aside.

Ryusei Shidou:  Shidou's explosive nature usually means that foreplay is over quickly or even skipped altogether, as he's impatient. But if you wear such beautiful lingerie for him, he knows he'll have to wait a bit. The underwear he prefers doesn't leave much to the imagination, as the fabrics are usually transparent or the entire outfit consists of thin ropes and straps. He's a creative person with an extraordinary sense of style, and he loves it when you adorn your body like this. Nevertheless, the clothes usually come off quickly, because he wants to feel every inch of your body.

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Pretending to be a flat-earther for fun on the first date to make him laught- Blue Lock

Yoichi Isagi: 

With an smile, he told you that his job had taken him all over the world. Wanting to make him laugh, you confidently replied, "Luckily, the Earth is flat, so it doesn't take long to fly far away."

"Huh?" His eyes suddenly widened, and he blinked several times in disbelief. "It's practical, isn't it? Imagine if the Earth was round, like those idiots on the internet claim. That would take forever!" Yoichi couldn't believe his ears and simultaneously doubted his own judgment, realizing he'd been so wrong about you. Because he ended up staring at you like a fish out of water, completely speechless, you started giggling. "Relax. It was a joke." "Thank goodness!" he breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought I'd have to come up with an excuse to get out of here as quickly as possible!"

Kaiser Michael:  

You were discussing Michael's favorite philosopher when you remembered a work of his that you had recently read. "But he claimed things that weren't true!" "Like what?" he asked, intrigued. "He claimed the Earth is a sphere, and that's nonsense. You don't believe that bullshit, do you?"

"Excuse me, what did you say?!" His eyes looked at you, puzzled. You started to grin proudly, which only egged him on: "Michael, I expected more intellectual capacity from you. I mean, look at the ground outside! It's all flat!" "Fuck, I'm outta here!" he said, already starting to get up. Now you had grabbed his hand and started laughing. "Relax, I was joking." "I hope so for your sake! No one can be that fucking stupid!" He slumped back into the chair and finally had to grin when he realized how confidently you had stood up to him. You would be a tough nut to crack.

Meguru Bachira:  

There was a special energy between you and Meguru from the very beginning. When you thought of him, you knew he would support you in almost anything. On your date, you philosophized amongst yourselves, making plans for trips around the world and jumps out of space, deep-sea diving and riding elephants—all before breakfast, if possible. You laughed a lot, and finally you said, "Wow, Meguru, let's just jump off the edge of the world and crawl along the underside of the disc! Then we'll climb back up on the other side!" "Oh yeah, let's do that!" he laughed. "But then we'll need a really long safety rope!" You laughed out loud, your heart filling with warmth. You would be like Bonnie and Clyde!

SeishirōNagi:  

Knowing that Nagi loved talking about video games, you'd tried to bring the topic up again and again to get to know him a little better. You hoped to gain a deeper understanding of his character. When you'd finally been discussing all sorts of theories, you wanted to make him laugh: "Even the theory that the Earth is round persists, crazy, huh?"

The white-haired man immediately looked at you in surprise and replied: "Hm? Wait, now I've lost track. Which game or map are you talking about?" "No, the Earth...our Earth. Out there are idiots who believe the world is a sphere!" He chuckled. "You're funny. Do you also think you could fall off?" "Yeah, of course!" "Cute."

Rin Itoshi:

You and Rin share a great passion for horror and conspiracy theories. You used to make fun of people who wore tinfoil hats and engaged in many other crazy practices. Finally, you decided to get a rise out of him and said, "Do you think people will ever understand that the Earth is flat? NASA can't fake satellite images forever; people deserve the truth!"

"What are you talking about? Are you sick?!" He stopped abruptly and looked at you, highly alarmed. "What, you're one of them?" you asked, and his eyes widened. "One of them?!?! Tell me you're joking, or I'll have you committed right now!" You started laughing and linked arms with him before you continued walking. "Just kidding. What do you think about picking out a really old horror movie and ordering sushi?" "I'd much rather buy you an Atlas and smash it over your head!"

"Kinky. Already on the first date?"

Sae Itoshi:  

Sae was particularly drawn to your intelligence. He had great respect for your choice of a scientific career; he himself had never paid attention in school and avoided highly mathematical subjects.

Wanting to keep the conversation light, you answered his question about one of your current projects with: "Right now, I'm working on proving that the Earth is flat." Sae almost choked on his drink. His usually stoic expression was shocked this time. Wanting to have some fun with him, you simply continued: "You know, people are blinded by the media. My theory was confirmed when my research group and I laid a ruler on the floor. The proof was right there in front of us: flat!" A soft laugh escaped him. "You're terrible."

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How would these Blue lock characters react when you accidentally say something in your native language they don’t understand while being intimate with each other

Yoichi Isagi: It was one of those rare, quiet, intimate nights when you cuddled and kissed, your hearts so connected that you slowly undressed each other amidst deep, sensual kisses. Yoichi kissed your naked body gently, caressing your sensitive skin. You felt your heart beat happily and quickly, and although your thoughts were completely with him, your body and finally your mind relaxed so much that you murmured in your native tongue, "…..." [Yoichi, I want to feel you inside me!]

As soon as you spoke these words, a blush rose to your face. "Um, what did you say?" he asked, looking up at you now that his kisses had reached your mons pubis. "Nothing!" You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. "Hey, don't hide!" he demanded. "Tell me what you want!"

Kaiser Michael: Michael thrust into you hard from behind, powerful and merciless. Your lower body burned, your mind shut down in all the pleasure. You moaned tearfully into the pillow: “…!” [Harder, Michael! Harder! Give me everything you have!]

Your eyes rolled back in your head, you felt your second orgasm, which came powerfully. He grinned smugly, his ego satisfied as so often before. His hand grabbed the back of your neck, pulled you back, and forced you to sit up straight as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly. “My darling, am I fucking you so good that your brain isn’t working anymore~?” Without waiting for an answer, he turned your face to his and kissed you passionately. He held your body as close to his as he could, pressed his bare skin against yours, and gasped: “Say it again!”

“…!” [Harder, Michael! Give me everything you have!] “Fuck!”, he finally came panting inside you, pressed his lips to yours, “Teach me!”

Meguru Bachira: One of Bachira's greatest weaknesses was his inability to learn languages. For you, however, he would try. As you sat together on the sofa in the evening, as you often did, you tried to teach him a few important vocabulary words. "..." [Hand] you pointed to the body part. "..." [Foot] "..." [Eye]

Meguru made a game out of everything; you had already noticed when he came home that he was in the mood for something completely different. So it wasn't long before you were lying beneath him with your legs spread, while he enthusiastically nibbled and licked the inside of your thigh. "Meguru," you whimpered, "we were going to practice!" "I am!" he replied, "keep going!"

So your words followed his actions; you translated every body part he kissed. He took it so far that he finally thrust deep inside you, circling your clitoris with his finger. Your brain was so programmed to speak your native language all evening that you moaned, "..." [Faster, baby! I'm coming!] He grinned with delight, simply continued with what he was doing, and repeated your words even though he understood absolutly fucking nothing.

Sae Itoshi: Sae is a very observant person. He knows your facial expressions, the sounds you always make, he understands your body language. You're like an open book to him.

Right now, you're sitting on him, riding him, and you're on the verge of climax. You feel your core tightening, gripping him tightly, pulsing. You have to do it again, again and again, you let your body collapse onto him, moaning imploringly: "...!" [Sae! Please take over! Need your help] He didn't understand a single word, but he knew you inside and out. Every time you were riding him, there came a point where he had to take the lead to bring you to orgasm—you couldn't do it alone. So he grabs your lower body and thrusts powerfully into you from below, panting: "So desperate, my love? Do you need me so much to come?"

Rin Itoshi: The intimate interactions between you and Rin were mostly characterized by tenderness. It took a long time before your boyfriend could completely let go and give free rein to his lust and passion.

Therefore, you were very surprised when, for the first time in your relationship, Rin grabbed you firmly and, after many hours of play and teasing, pushed you against the wall and kissed you passionately. He pounced on you like a hungry beast, tearing your clothes off. Aroused and slightly overwhelmed, you whimpered, "...!" [Oh God, Rin, what happened to my innocent boyfriend?] He froze immediately; he hadn't understood a word and looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? Too much?" You shook your head with a smile and cupped his face in your hands. "Oh no, please continue as you just did!" Seishirō Nagi: Lazily, Nagi lay on his back, one hand pumping his length, the other holding you in position as you squatted over his face. Your fingers were firmly entwined in his hair, you moved your hips back and forth while his tongue worked so agonizingly slowly on your clitoris that you nearly lost your mind.

Twice you came close to climaxing, but today he seemed to want to test your patience. “…!!” [Seishiro, damn it! You're driving me crazy!] “You have to use words I understand!” he mumbled in response against your wet center, finally thrusting his tongue inside you. “If I don't understand you, I have to assume I should stop. Is that what you want?” Reo Mikage: Reo secretly learned your native language out of love for you. He was still a beginner, but he could already follow simple conversations and practiced daily. You knew nothing about it; you were fluent in Japanese, so it would never have occurred to you that Reo saw this as a necessity.

Kissing you deeply and sensually in the hot bath after romantic and tender sex, he gently stroked your back with his index finger, which completely surprised you and made you laugh because it tickled terribly. "…!" [Stop it, that tickles!] you said, laughing softly.

"I'm sorry, angel, are you still so sensitive from my touches earlier in bed?" he asked, and you looked at him in surprise. "How do you know what I said?" Reo smiled and stroked your back again, letting the hot water flow over you. "I've been practicing a little. I want to be able to get even closer to you this way." Ryusei Shidou: He had often driven you to the point during arguments and discussions where you were swearing under your breath in your native language. So he knew that in extreme situations, you tend to use the language you felt most comfortable with and could best express your feelings in.

When you finally moaned out words completely foreign to him, gasping for breath, while he was deep inside you, his teeth digging into the flesh of your throat, he came hard and unexpectedly in response.

"Oh baby, don't drive me crazy! Fuck! That was hot! What did you say?" "Shut up, you idiot!" you quickly replied, genuinely annoyed that he was making you feel so good that your brain wasn't working properly anymore. "Oh, come on, let me have my success!" he grinned broadly and smugly. "Warn me next time you cum!" “Sorry,” his broad grin still adorned his face, “I’ll make it up to you! So tell me, what did you say?” You could already feel him getting hard again.

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Would these Blue Lock characters use adult toys on their partner 

or on themselves? 

Yoichi Isagi:  

On his partner: he would be shy at first, but he is a smart guy and realises quickly that these toys could be his teammate and not his enemy ^^ so he is open to learn new things and make you happy! 

On himself: very shy too. At first, he is a little confused and couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea you would like the sight of him using toys on his body. But after explaining he gets confident and finally enjoys using some classics. 

Used toys: suction toys, middle sized dildos and vibrators 

Kaiser Michael:  

On his partner: At first, he gets super pissed when you introduced the idea of using toys in the bedroom. „Am I not good enough??!!“ „You think I couldn’t make you cum??!!“ When you buy the toys anyways, he sees them as a threat and rival at the same time. To him, it‘s a competition now! (which isn’t a bad thing if you ask meee ^^) he uses the toys always in combination with his own dick and makes you see stars. Plus: This guy loves to be in control and after some time he finally enjoys using the toys to make you beg for more.  

On himself: nope! Too prideful. Too embarrassed.  

Used toys: vibrators for your underwear, dildos (they need to be smaller than him- sorry he is a piece of shit), restraints, his fucking belt around your neck 

Meguru Bachira:  

On his partner: Loooooves them! He is searching up new toys for the both of you and loves everything about them! Loves to use them to make you feel good. Loves to watch you using them (even though he gets impatient very fast and joins you :P ) He loves going shopping for toys with you and usually buys the flashiest and fun looking ones. 

On himself: Also a big YES! They are fun to him, and he wants to enjoy your sex life! 

Used toys: nearly everything on this god damn planet! Dildos and vibrators in all different sizes, fleshlights, plugs, ropes, restraints, masturbators, strokers, beads,... 

Sae Itoshi:  

On his partner: Another one who’s reaction is kind of sour, when you bring up the idea of using toys. „It‘s just damn plastic...why using that thing, when I am right next to you?“ But one night, when he was gone for a game overseas and your messages got a little frisky and hot, he called you per video call and you gave him a show. His eyes were glued on his screen, and he was totally into that kind of thing after that night! So, I guess the toys are still banned from intimate times together, but it turns him on so much, when you use them on yourself while he can watch. Bonus: He is a confirmed ass-guy, so he really enjoys smacking it with his hands or some objects.  

On himself: No, he feels disgusted by most of the toys for men and he rather has the real deal.  

Used toys: his belt, paddles, crops, vibrators 

Rin Itoshi:

On his partner: At first, he got kind of irritated and insecure. This boy really wants to make you happy. He just doesn’t understand why you would replace him with a stupid toy. But after explaining, that you want him to take control and make things even more enjoyable for both of you, he finally gets the idea and trys some toys with you. You also opened his horizon because he didn‘t know things like massage candles or condoms with ribs and nobs and other soft and romantic stuff even exist.  

On himself: No toys just for his own pleasure! But he is willing to use toys that bring joy to the both of you in combination like a vibrating cockring.  

Used toys: suction toys, rabbit vibrators, couples vibrators, cockrings, special condoms 

Seishirō Nagi:  

On his partner: On the surface he is like: „Ok....cool I guess “, and shrugged it off. But let me tell you, you just need to introduce him to the right things! Toys which are themed of his favourite games and shows? Oh my god he is fascinated by the look of you using that stuff. Plus: He starts seeing the toys as a kind of help getting you off faster without much work. Don’t get me wrong, he loves having sex with you, but a little helping isn’t bad.  

On himself: Not really, he tried some of them, but he rather uses them on you or watch you using them.  

Used toys: merch, themed toys, dildos that look kind of funky (e.g. dragon),  

Reo Mikage:  

On his partner: He is very aware of what these little toys can do, and he thinks it‘s a nice extra to your romantic times together. He really likes the aesthetic ones like the glas dildos with the heart base one and beautiful silk ropes. For him it‘s exciting to watch your beautiful body reacting to these little helpers. ;) 

On himself: Nothing wild, but he likes to add a little vibration or temperature play.  

Used toys: beautiful glas dildos!!!! The ones with the heart or rose base, massage candles, ropes, couple vibrators  

Tabito Karasu:

On his partner: So smug about it. He is a little freak in the sheets, so he is excited to use different toys on you. He also gets super turned on when you send him some videos using your toys while moaning softly: „Come home! I really miss you!“  

Every valentine‘s day he gifts you a new toy, some of the really expensive and fancy ones. He also has a thing for flavored lube. 

On himself: Like Rin he enjoys toys like cockrings he can use to make you both feel good at the same time.  

Used toys: cockrings, paddles, chocker, plugs, rabbit vibrator, womanizer

 

Ikki Niko:  

On his partner: When you introduced the idea of bringing adult toys into your sex life, he is willing to learn about them. His goal is always to make you happy and make you feel good when you are with him so he really makes an effort in searching on the internet and finding something that would feel amazing for the both of you. Like Nagi he is also very fond of themed toys and even though he gets a little embarrassed about it, he loves it, when you dress up for him and give him a show. 

On himself: You gifted him a toy for times when you are not around, but he feels to embarrassed by the thought of using it on himself so it‘s still in the original packaging waiting to be used one day. ^^ 

Udes toys: special condoms, themed toys, massage candles, mini vibrators, funky looking dildos (e.g. tentacle) 

Rensuke Kunigami  

On his partner: He is acting like a real adult here! Asking if he is lacking in some skills or if you are just interested in trying something new. He asks what you wanna try and how you wish him to use the toys. After that conversation he is willing to go shopping with you and tries to listen to his own needs and desires. When it comes to using the toys, he really enjoys using them to make you feel good. He really started to become a big fan of beautiful plugs.  

On himself: The fact that he is bisexual makes me believe that he maybe likes being penetrated too :) So maybe he enjoys toys where you can help him stimulate his g-spot.  

Used toys: cute looking plugs, couple vibrators, strap on dildos (not to big ones, he just enjoys a little stimulation and doesn‘t see the point in too damn big ones, they are for porn) 

Hyoma Chigiri: 

On his partner: The whole concept of adult toys is rather scary to him at the beginning. In his mind they were all gross because he only knew the big disgusting „realistic “-looking dildos and fleshlights. When you introduced the more aesthetic and abstract looking ones, it calmed his nerves a little bit. He was willing to buy some classic ones to bring some variety to your sex life and he finally understood what‘s so exiting about them. The day he realised every god damn toy you own is in the colour red made him blush so fucking hard. 

On himself: Too embarrassed to use them on his own. When you do it, he feels better about it but don‘t overdo it, he is very sensitive and doesn‘t like to be teased ... or at least he wants you to believe that... ;) 

Used toys: abstract looking dildos, vibrators 

Ryusei Shidou: 

On his partner: Another freak it the sheets. He loooves making you forget your own fucking name so why not get a little help? ^^ He really likes using toys on you, the bigger and flashier the better. He gets so incredible excited watching you getting off! When you are into anal, he loves stuffing both of your holes at the same time, so he uses a dildo or vibrator for the one which isn‘t penetrated by his dick. Sometimes he even makes you suck a dildo, getting excited by the thought of how it would feel if it‘s his own cock.  

On himself: He is so focused on you he doesn‘t even thinks about all the possibilities for himself. Maybe next time... Sometimes when you are not around, he uses a masturbator and sends you a video smirking and tellings you to touch yourself as well ;)  

Used toys: rather big dildos and vibrators, chokers, plugs, double dildo, flavored lube, cockrings

[hoppingheart]

Sae Itoshi x Childhood best friend (f!reader)

Summary: Sae returns from Spain and is devastated. Fortunately, there is a person he can always rely on and to whom he can pour out his heart. With her, he can let all his emotions run free.

So many emotions flooded his mind all at once. Sae was exhausted, as it was completely impossible for him to sleep on airplanes—no matter how long the journey was or how expensive the seats were.

The conversation with his brother after returning from Spain had been draining and, as so often, made him painfully aware of what he lacked to become the best striker. The talks with his parents were warm, but all he wanted was to return to his apartment.

Amara hadn’t replied to his messages for two hours now, and it was only 7 p.m. Usually, she would be texting him as soon as he landed.

When Sae finally arrived at the door to his apartment, he expected dust and a musty smell. But he didn’t want to put in the effort of sending someone to clean it, and he certainly didn’t want to burden his mother with it either, so he had left it as it was. When the key only turned once in the lock, he raised an eyebrow in confusion. He opened the door—light greeted him, along with music and a pleasant scent.

“What the…?”

As he stepped inside and let the door fall shut behind him, he heard a hard object being set down, and Amara came around the corner.

“You’re already here? Welcome home!” She opened her arms, and Sae felt all the pent-up emotions crash down on him at once. He practically stumbled toward her, wrapped his arms around her, and held her as tightly as he could against his body.

Amara knew how he felt. She knew everything he had gone through over the past few months and how much it had hurt him. Sae broke into tears. She had expected a similar reaction, but not one this intense. She held him firmly and only let go when he loosened the embrace himself, then smiled at him warmly.

“Come in! I prepared something. Don’t worry, it’s just me here. I figured you’d be totally exhausted.”

Sae followed her, noticing that she had somehow become even more beautiful over the past few months.

“Originally, I just wanted to stop by to say hi, since we’re seeing each other tomorrow anyway. But then I saw how dusty everything was. And I doubt you ordered any food either and so on…”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied.

They sat by the window, and Amara took Sae’s hand with a smile.

“I’m so glad to see you again. Video calls just aren’t the same—you always sound so choppy with my stupid dorm Wi-Fi.”

The young man smiled tiredly. “Thank you for being here.”

“Come on, tell me—how was the flight? And what did your family say?”

“Rin is disappointed. Honestly, I treated him like shit,” Sae said, staring out the window.

“Did you tell him everything that happened?”

“No.”

They talked for a while longer, both relieved to see each other again. Amara had been very worried about her childhood friend. Every time she saw him on her screen, he looked worse—tired, depressed, discouraged.

“Are you hungry?” she finally asked.

“A little. I last ate about six hours ago.”

“How about you take a quick shower and then we’ll eat? I’ll prepare everything.”

He rolled his suitcase into the bathroom. Even that had been cleaned by Amara and lit with a scented candle. He took an ice-cold shower, wrapped one towel around his head and another around his waist, then walked into his bedroom to grab comfortable clothes. Wearing sweatpants and a shirt, he returned to Amara.

She had laid out a large sushi platter on the table in front of the couch, lit candles, and turned on Sae’s favorite show.

Amara was already sitting on the couch, smiling. “Come on—even if you don’t feel like it, we have to celebrate your return!”

Sae wanted to keep feeling her closeness. He sat down in front of her, and she immediately reached for the towel on his head, pulling it off gently. She softly dried his hair and continued speaking.

“I’m proud of you, no matter what you think of yourself. Your performance is amazing, and I’ve always seen you as a midfielder. I remember when you and Rinni used to play soccer. You always gave him the assists—you never shot at the goal yourself. That made you the happiest.”

Sae’s eyes widened in surprise. She was right—as so often.

“Lately, I’ve only been thinking that I’m too bad to play as a striker in the big leagues.”

He used those childish words deliberately now, because over the past few months he had felt like a ridiculous dreamer.

“Mhm… You wanted to pass to the best striker because you think you can’t become one yourself. But maybe that position and role would actually make you much happier.”

She placed the damp towel on the floor and hugged him from behind, her arms wrapping around his torso, her face nestling into his neck.

“I’m proud of you, Sae. Honestly.”

Warmth spread inside him. At some point, he reached for the food and turned his attention to one of his favorite episodes. They ate. Amara quickly cleared away the wooden boards that smelled of fish and returned to the couch.

The candlelight made his gaze look so soft—or was he really looking at her that gently?

“You’re the only one I can talk to about all this,” he said when she sat opposite him.

“Of course. I’m your best friend. I’m always here for you and I know what’s going on in your head—even when you try to hide it.”

“Actually… you’re much more than that. I mean, just look at all this.” He gestured tiredly around the room.

“All what?” she laughed softly. “It’s just a few candles and store-bought sushi!”

“It doesn’t matter what it is. It’s so much love and affection. My family was happy to see me too, but you’re here—and I can show you my most emotional side. Thank you. You’re the most important person in my life.”

Sae gently took her face in his hands.

“Is it okay… if I kiss you?”

She smiled. “Funny. When we were kids, you threw sand and mud in my face. You didn’t ask back then.”

“Because the answer would’ve been no,” he replied, grinning.

“Okay… now it’s yes.”

Sae pressed his lips to hers and kissed her lovingly. They both closed their eyes, hardly able to believe what was happening after about thirteen years of friendship. They moved closer, kissing softly but deeply. When they pulled apart, Amara smiled happily and pulled him close. They cuddled tightly. For the first time that day, he didn’t feel like a loser. He wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her hairline as she nestled against his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eventually falling asleep after the exhausting day.

Amara carefully moved her hand so as not to wake him, turned off the TV—the candles had already burned out. Her heart was still racing. She had often thought about getting closer to Sae than ever before. But she had always doubted it. She thought she would forever remain just the good friend to him.

She hadn’t expected him to kiss her today. She was happy—and she wanted him to be happy and confident again too.

The next morning, they weren’t exactly in peak physical condition after sleeping on the couch, but waking up was all the more beautiful.

Sae felt her warm body, pulled her closer, slowly opened his eyes, and inhaled her comforting scent. Even if he didn’t see her for months again, he would recognize her smell, her voice, and her embrace among nine billion other people.

He stroked her cheek, kissed the tip of her nose, and smiled. He had to wake her—she was stretched completely over him like a flying squirrel.

“My angel, wake up!” She didn’t seem to react—understandable, since he had never called her that before. “Wake up, I can’t feel my legs anymore!”

Half-asleep, Amara pressed her face against his chest. “Mhm, those are the most important part of you,” she mumbled and slowly sat up.

When their eyes met, they clearly had the same thought. They fell silent for a moment, then almost simultaneously leaned in and kissed each other softly.

“Good morning.”

“Do you feel a little fitter today?”

“Everything hurts. But…” Sae smiled happily, “it was worth it.”

They slowly got up. Amara’s chest hurt—she had slept in her full everyday clothes, including her bra.

“We have the whole day to ourselves. I planned it just for you—so what do you want to do?” Sae asked, looking at her expectantly.

“You’ve had enough stress the past few days. Let’s take a walk on the beach and relax. I want to eat ice cream and put my legs into the cold water.”

“That sounds good.”

Sae unpacked his suitcase. Then they freshened up, drove to Amara’s dorm so she could change, and spent the rest of the day at the beach.

Sae held her hand the entire day. In the evening, they walked barefoot along the shore. It had grown dark. The waves repeatedly washed over their feet as they wandered.

Eventually, they sat down on a towel in the sand. Sae kissed her passionately. She felt his tongue gently seeking more, and she parted her lips. He softly pressed her onto the sand and lay over her.

“Do you even know how beautiful you are? I love your lips,” he breathed before sealing hers with his again. Amara responded lovingly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

When he pulled back, he admitted, “Do you remember when I once called you ‘fat ass’ as a kid?”

“Mhm,” she replied, raising one eyebrow expectantly.

“I think that was the first serious moment in my life when I felt arousal.”

“What??” she burst out laughing. “Is that why you once said in an interview that you have a butt fetish?!” She playfully grabbed his hand and lifted one leg to guide it under her backside. “Has that been keeping you up at ni—”

He kissed her to silence her efficiently, grinning into the kiss as he slipped his hand into her pants to squeeze her. “I won’t deny it.”

Bonus:

“Oh my God, Sae!! There were paparazzi!!” Amara rushed to him, holding her smartphone under his nose, showing the countless photos taken of them at the beach just hours earlier.

Spanish football star spends steamy hours at the beach less than 24h after returning home.

Date night—Sae Itoshi visits his supposed love in his hometown?

Comments were flooding in rapidly.

That’s probably the childhood friend you’re not supposed to worry about!

OMG who is that?

Get a room, my heart can’t handle this!

Sae skimmed the lines and took the phone from her hand.

“You’ll have to get used to this. Though I’d describe ‘steamy hours’ very differently.” He grinned, lifted her into his arms, and carried her to his bed.

Laughing, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him down with her.

[hoppingheart]

Michael Kaiser - f!reader

english and german (my first language)

Summary: What begins as a romantic adventure at a wedding leads to a connection that Michael never thought possible. He was used to suffering and rejection. Now he stood in front of a person who would give him nothing but tenderness.

"You won't get any violence from me. I'm not the right person for that. You'll get tenderness from me"

Michael and I knew each other through professional connections, which ultimately led to us being guests at the same wedding today.

The couple was one of Michael's teammates and his long-time partner.

I arrived alone and didn't intend to stay long, just to have a few pleasant conversations with the athletes and their sponsors, to whom I also belonged.

But Michael intercepted me in the evening and suggested we get comfortable near the bar and have a drink.

I knew him as a great athlete and an incredibly egocentric person. Michael always had a sharp tongue and was very self-confident. But through repeated collaborations, I got to know him a little better. He was very interested in psychology and philosophy, fascinated by ambitious people, and found joy in continuous growth—all things we shared.

Our conversations were often multifaceted, and I was delighted to meet him here today. Around 2 a.m., when only the bride and groom's closest family and friends were still celebrating, I ordered my last drink of the evening.

Michael had moved very close to me; I'd felt his hand on my thigh for quite some time. His manner made me laugh, and his eyes showed me passionate interest. We finally kissed for the first time. The kiss was deep, leaving me wanting more. Michael's hands were now both resting on my thighs; he stroked them upwards, hooked one of his fingers under my dress, and looked deep into my eyes as he suggested, "Would you like to spend the night with me in my hotel room?" He leaned closer and gently kissed my ear and cheek.

I smiled and gestured for him to look behind him. "There are cameras everywhere, Michael."

"I don't care. There are worse things than letting the world know that I'm taking such a beautiful woman with me tonight. So, what do you say?"

I smiled again and took his face in my hands. I kissed him and gave him my answer: "I'd love to spend the night with you, Michael. But I won't sleep with you. I only sleep with men I love, and vice versa."

His blue eyes widened, somewhat surprised. "Really?"

"The sex is only half as good otherwise."

Now it was his turn to smile. Confident as ever, he replied, "Think about it carefully; you don't get an opportunity like this very often."

"I have my principles."

"Fine, then stick to them. I won't try to change your mind." He kissed me gently, perhaps testing the waters. I kissed him passionately and finally stood up from my barstool. Standing between his legs, he put his arms around me and rose as well, while we continued kissing.

His suit looked fantastic on him. I was filled with lust, no question. But I had my principles, and I stuck to them. Michael and I quickly said goodbye to the bride and groom and the other guests, and finally, he took my hand, and we made our way to his suite.

It was four floors above my room, more luxurious, but what did you expect from a professional athlete?

Michael let me enter first, and we both slipped off our shoes at the same time. Then, he pulled his tie off and let it fall, along with his jacket, onto one of the suite's seats. His suitcase was open in the room, and some of his belongings were scattered about. "Sorry about the mess; I wasn't planning on bringing anyone in here."

"No problem, Michael," I replied, and we walked over to the sofa. "Should we order something to drink?" he asked. As he sat down, I immediately leaned over him and gently pushed him down onto the sofa.

"I don't need anything," I sealed our lips, and the man responded willingly. I felt his hands on my lower body as I lay completely on top of him. The kiss became so passionate and deep that our hands began to wander of their own accord. I unbuttoned his shirt, and Michael pulled the top of my dress down below my braless breasts. He kissed my collarbone and my décolletage. I breathed a sigh of pleasure and considered how far I wanted to take things with him, letting his lips caress my breasts.

He licked and kissed me, and I stroked his muscular torso, almost faint at the thought of how erotic he would look completely naked. His athletic body must be capable of miracles of endurance and strength. But I couldn't forget my principles. In retrospect, I had always regretted giving myself to someone too soon who didn't deserve it.

As Michael pulled away from my chest, I sat up slightly. He took hold of my wrists and placed them around his neck.

"Choke me!"

"Excuse me?"

"Go on, choke me, it turns me on! I need this!" He squeezed, tightening my grip around his neck. This wasn't gentle, playful choking during lovemaking; he was squeezing so hard I was literally cutting off his air supply.

"Michael, stop it!" I said, startled, pulling my hands away from his grasp.

"It's okay. Go ahead!" he assured me, reaching for my hands again to guide them to the right spot. But I gently pulled them away and lay back on top of him.

"I won't, I'm sorry."

"Hmmm...we don't seem to be as compatible as I'd imagined," he remarked, but I wanted to explain.

"Bullshit, that's not it," I began, kissing his neck as gently as I possibly could. I stroked its sides softly, kissed my way up to his jawline, and then back down over his Adam's apple. I felt the man beneath me melt and close his eyes.

"You won't get any violence from me. I'm not the right person for that. You'll get tenderness from me."

Michael didn't seem tense at all, but I still felt him gradually sink deeper into the sofa cushions. He relaxed completely beneath me, exhaling contentedly as I stroked and kissed his neck and torso for several minutes.

When I finally stopped, Michael looked up at me, simply gazing into my eyes, his gaze soft. I felt this would be a good ending to the evening, so I kissed him again and stood up.

"I can freshen up in your bathroom, right?"

"Of course."

I used the hotel's toiletries to remove my makeup and brush my teeth. When there was a knock at the door, I opened it. Michael leaned against the doorframe and held out one of his shirts.

"Put it on if you don't want to sleep naked next to me."

I smiled and took it, changed my clothes, and while he also got ready for bed for a few minutes, I lay down.

For a moment, I considered sleeping in my own room. But being so close to Michael tonight felt good. I would still like to spend the night with him. When he came into bed, dressed in a shirt and his underwear, he made room for me so I could lay my head on his chest. I smiled and closed my eyes. Michael's hand stroked my hair a few times, then gently stroked my head. I placed my hand on his stomach, caressed his warm skin, and fell asleep.

The next morning, I was awakened by Michael's gentle hand, which tenderly stroked my face.

"Wake up, sleepyhead, breakfast's here," I opened my eyes, a little disoriented, and tried to get my bearings in the room as the man placed a tray over me. He must have ordered something to eat through room service. My watch showed 10:23, so it was perfectly legitimate to wake me up.

"Sorry, I'm a late sleeper," I replied, and he grinned crookedly.

"Don't tell me. Eat... I seem to recall you mentioning that you liked waffles."

“Who wouldn’t?” I replied with a smile, cutting off a piece and bringing the first bite to his mouth. “Thank you. And thank you for last night, too.”

The man swallowed and kissed me, fleetingly, gently.

We finished eating, and I said goodbye. Michael asked me, “Can we see each other again?”

Grinning, I replied, “I thought I wouldn’t get another chance like yesterday?”

After exchanging contact information and kissing once more, I went to my hotel room.

Just two days after that evening, I received a message from him, and we arranged to meet. Another date followed.

One evening, while we were in his Berlin apartment, we kissed passionately. Michael was sitting in his reading chair, soft music was playing in the background, and I was on his lap, kissing him deeply and slowly. His hands held my bottom, he pulled me closer, his erection pressing against my summer-clothed lower body.

"Is this okay?" he whispered into the kiss, and I nodded quickly before my lips met his again. Eventually, he lifted me up and carried me into his bedroom. We kissed incessantly, only breaking our kisses to peel off our clothes.

Naked, he lay on top of me, looking at me pleadingly.

"Kiss my neck! Do it like last time!"

So we switched positions. I caressed his neck, scattering butterfly kisses across his skin, noticing how incredibly sensitive he was there.

"Fuck... this feels so good!" he whimpered. "I've never felt anything like this before."

I sat up, and he looked up at me, directly into my eyes.

Then he began to tell me about his father's punishments and the resulting habit of self-harm whenever he wasn't satisfied with his performance. He told me how he would choke himself until he blacked out, just like his father had done.

I listened to him, feeling everything inside me tighten. His father must be the ultimate failure. Disgusting.

I laid my head against the crook of his neck and kissed him gently again. I assured him that from now on, he could find support with me if he wanted. "Whenever you feel stressed and think you're not enough, come to me!" I stroked his head, snuggled against him, and kissed him tenderly again and again. Michael hugged me, wrapping his arms tightly around me, then placed a hand on my head and whispered, "I love you. Don't make me regret this!"

I smiled and replied, "I love you too."

The next morning, I woke up earlier than Michael. He was sleeping so peacefully on his stomach, his arms tucked under the pillow. He was naked, his toned buttocks lying half-covered in front of me; I wanted to bite them. Last night we had been close to sleeping together, but the conversation we had instead was much more intimate and important for our future relationship. I carefully wrapped the blanket around him and crept into the bathroom. I used the toilet, washed my face, body, and teeth, and wandered naked into the kitchen to make us something to eat. Michael's refrigerator was suspiciously full; he must have gone shopping so we could have breakfast together.

Just the day before, he had told me that he didn't cook much himself.

I was busy preparing breakfast, making tea and black coffee for Michael, since he didn't like milk, and trying to get my bearings in the kitchen to find dishes to set the table.

His kitchen was well-equipped, but it was clear he rarely had guests. As I was washing the vegetables, I felt his arms wrap around me from behind. I smiled happily and turned my head slightly to the side, and then I felt him rest his on my shoulder.

"Why didn't you stay in bed?" he asked softly, kissing my bare shoulder. "Are you going to complain that I'm making us something to eat?" I replied with a smirk.

"I have absolutely nothing to complain about when you're wandering around my apartment naked," he answered, gently pushing me to the side, indicating that I should turn to face him. As soon as I did, he lifted me onto the countertop and stood between my legs. He kissed me passionately, and I returned the kiss with love. The desire between us seemed to have lingered from yesterday.

Michael jerked me to the very edge of the counter, his arms digging into the backs of my knees, and plunged under me. I gasped immediately as I felt his lips and tongue on my center.

"Michael!" My fingers instinctively dug into his blond morning hair.

"Let's pick up where I left off yesterday with my rambling," he whispered, licking my entire center, from my entrance all the way up to my clitoris. I whimpered, "Don't say rambling!"

Finally, his tongue rolled over my clitoris again and again; he licked, kissed, sucked, and plunged deeper. I held one hand tightly in his hair, the other gripping the countertop. My breathing was rapid, and I could feel my orgasm building.

"Michael! I'm about to come!" I moaned. He looked up into my eyes, which was what motivated me most of all, and grinned as he pulled his face slightly away from my center. "Yes? Not without me, my darling!" He stood up, kissed my lips greedily, and positioned his erection against my labia.

I pulled away from him and focused my gaze on his center. I hadn't had a chance to properly examine his penis yesterday. So I cupped it in my hand and gently stroked the head and shaft. Michael kissed me again, nestled his erection precisely between my labia, and began to thrust gently, rubbing against me. We both gasped, his thumb pressing down on his penis as he thrust back and forth, stimulating my clitoris and himself with each thrust.

I moaned against his lips, gasping into his mouth as I kissed him. He swallowed my sounds and thrust until I came. I kissed him passionately, felt him begin to tremble slightly, and finally ejaculated. The semen landed on my mons pubis and stomach. Michael kissed me wildly; I felt his firm grip and his desire, and I became even more willing.

My heart pounded in my chest; I wanted more. So I pushed him away, which startled him at first. He took a few steps back so I could jump down from the work surface. I walked over to him, kissed him passionately, and guided him to the nearest soft surface that would work.

"I want you!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

I stumbled with him to the sofa, and as soon as he was sitting down, I straddled him. He caressed my breasts while I reached for his still-erect penis and positioned myself over him so he could enter me.

I shouldn't have thought that Michael was letting me take the lead here; even though I was on top, he was the one who finally entered me from below, pulling me down by my hips. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Are you okay?" he asked, kissing the hollow of my neck before burying his face there.

"Yes," I replied. He paused briefly, whether to let me adjust to his length inside me or to savor the moment. Both things happened simultaneously. He then grasped each of my buttocks with both hands and began to thrust.

"Fuck! You're so perfect!" he gasped. I held my arms tightly around his neck and pressed my pelvis against him as he thrust into me from below.

It wasn't long before we reached our climax again, Michael before me. I threw my upper body back, and he seized the opportunity, placing his thumb on my clitoris and using circular motions to bring me to orgasm as well. As my body contracted, he threw his head back onto the sofa cushions; the sight of him was so alluring.

I moaned, and he continued thrusting until I came. Then he pulled me to him, torso to torso, lips to lips.

We spent the rest of the day making love and cuddling. Michael had built up a lot over the past few weeks, and I was only too happy to help him release all that energy.

[...] The whistle blew. Halftime.

I stood near the pitch, my assistant filming to my right. I gripped my clipboard tightly until my fingers turned pale.

I'd been to countless games where Michael played, but now I felt completely different. My eyes followed him almost exclusively as he ran mile after mile across the floodlit pitch.

The score was 2-1 for the opposing team. You could see he was a little frustrated. Michael wore every emotion on his face. He hid nothing; this might have seemed provocative or off-putting to some, but I loved this quality in him because it never left me in the dark about what he was feeling or what he needed.

As he left the field with his team to discuss their next steps and take a moment to compose himself, he walked past us.

I looked intently into his eyes. Not to smile at him like a mother trying to cheer up her child. Nor like a silly fangirl who thought he could magically draw strength from it.

I simply looked into his eyes to remind him of what he was capable of and that he wanted to make even the impossible possible. He returned my gaze and continued walking with a smile.

The game was won; the coach, the sponsors, the fans cheered. I clapped my hands with a smile, my assistant jumped once in the air. "Yessss!"

The team walked past us again, jogging into their area. I was about to pack my bag when Michael approached me.

"That was amazing—" he passionately pressed his lips to mine, and I opened my eyes in surprise. I felt his heart beating fast, tasted the sweat on his lips, and suddenly heard and saw the flash.

Michael hadn't made any official announcements; the photos taken of us at the wedding had been published, but he had never commented on them.

When he pulled away from me, he smiled and rested his forehead against mine. "Whenever I feel stressed and like I'm not good enough, I come to you!" he said with a grin, repeating the words I'd said to him when he first told me about his problems.

"Yes," I replied with a smile.

He raised his forehead again, wiped it briefly to remove some of his sweat, and caught up with his teammates.

I quickly gathered my things and left the area briskly with my assistant. As I did so, I bit my lower lip in embarrassment, anticipating a flood of press inquiries and photos in tabloids.

GERMAN- DEUTSCH-

Michael und ich kannten uns von beruflichen Verbindungen, welche schlussendlich auch dazu führten, dass wir am heutigen Tag auf derselben Hochzeit zu Gast waren.

Bei dem Paar handelte es sich um einen von Michaels Teamkollegen und seine langjährige Partnerin.

Ich kam ohne Begleitung, wollte eigentlich auch nicht lange bleiben, nur ein paar angenehme Gespräche mit den Athleten und ihren Werbepartnern führen, zu welchen ich mich ebenfalls zählte.

Doch Michael hatte mich abends abgefangen, er schlug vor, dass wir es uns nahe der Bar gemütlich machten und etwas tranken.

Ich lernte ihn als großartigen Sportler und unglaublichen Egozentriker kennen. Michael hatte immer etwas scharfes auf der Zunge und war sehr von sich überzeugt. Aber durch wiederholte Zusammenarbeit lernte ich ihn etwas besser kennen. Er interessierte sich sehr für Psychologie und Philosophie, faszinierte sich für ambitionierte Menschen und fand Freude am stetigen Wachstum und dies waren alles Gemeinsamkeiten, die wir teilten.

So waren unsere Gespräche oftmals vielschichtig und ich war erfreut, ihn heute hier zu treffen. Gegen zwei Uhr nachts, als nur mehr der harte Kern der Familie und Freunde des Brautpaares feierten, bestellte ich meinen letzten Drink für den heutigen Abend.

Michael war mir sehr nahe gerutscht, ich spürte schon des Längeren seine Hand auf meinem Oberschenkel. Er brachte mich durch seine Art zum Lachen und seine Augen zeigten mir leidenschaftliches Interesse. Wir küssten uns schließlich zum erste Mal. Der Kuss war tief, schmeckte nach mehr. Michaels Hände ruhten nun beide auf meinen Schenkeln, er streichelte diese hinauf, hakte einen seiner Finger unter mein Kleid und blickte mir tief in die Augen, während er vorschlug: „Möchtest du die Nacht heute mit mir in meinem Hotelzimmer verbringen?“ Er beugte sich mir noch ein Stück entgegen und küsste sanft mein Ohr und meine Wange.

Ich schmunzelte und zeigte ihm mit einer Kopfbewegung, dass er hinter sich blicken sollte. „Hier sind überall Kameras Michael.“

„Ist mir gleich. Es gibt schlimmeres, als die Welt wissen zu lassen, dass ich so eine bildschöne Frau heute Nacht mit mir nehme. Also, was sagst du?“

Wieder schmunzelte ich und nahm sein Gesicht in meine Hände. Ich küsste ihn und gab ihm meine Antwort: „Ich verbringe die Nacht gerne bei dir Michael. Aber ich werde nicht mit dir schlafen. Ich schlafe nämlich nur mit Männern, die ich liebe und umgekehrt.“

Seine blauen Augen weiteten sich etwas überrascht. „Ja?“

„Der Sex ist doch sonst nur halb so gut.“

Nun war er derjenige der schmunzelte. Von sich selbst überzeugt, wie er nun einmal stets war, antwortete er: „Überlege dir das noch einmal gut, so eine Chance bekommt man nicht oft.“

„Ich habe meine Prinzipien.“

„Gute dann bleibe dabei, ich werde nicht versuchen dich umzustimmen“, er küsste mich vorsichtig, um wohl noch einmal das Wasser zu testen. Ich erwiderte leidenschaftlich und stand schließlich von meinem Barhocker auf. Zwischen seinen Beinen stehend, legte er seine Arme um meinen Körper und erhob sich nun ebenfalls, während wir uns noch küssten.

Sein Anzug stand ihm fantastisch. Ich war lusterfüllt, keine Frage. Aber ich hatte meine Prinzipien und an diesen hielt ich fest. Michael und ich verabschiedeten uns zügig vom Brautpaar und den anderen Gästen und schließlich ergriff er meine Hand und wir bestritten den Weg zu seiner Suit.

Sie befand sich vier Stockwerke über meinem Zimmer, war luxuriöser gehalten, aber was erwartete man von einem Profiathleten?

Michael ließ mich zuerst eintreten und wir schälten uns zeitgleich die Schuhe von den Füßen. Anschließend zog sich der Mann die Krawatte von Hals und ließ sie mit seinem Jakett auf einen der Sitzgelegenheiten der Suit fallen. Im Raum befand sich sein geöffneter Koffer, einige seiner Habseligkeiten lagen verstreut. „Entschuldige die Unordnung, ich habe nicht geplant jemand mit hierher zu nehmen.“

„Kein Problem Michael“, antwortete ich und wanderte mit ihm zur Sofalandschaft. „Sollen wir noch etwas zu trinken bestellen?“, als er dies fragte, setzte er sich auf das Sofa, ich beugte mich sofort über ihn und drückte ihn sanft auf das Möbel.

„Ich brauche nichts“, ich versiegelte unsere Lippen und der Mann erwiderte willig. Ich spürte seine Hände nun an meinem Unterleib, während ich mich komplett auf ihn legte. Der Kuss wurde so leidenschaftlich und tief, dass unsere Hände ganz von alleine anfingen zu wandern. Ich knöpfte sein Hemd auf, Michael zog mir das obere Stück meines Kleides unter meine BH-lose Brust. Er küsste mein Schlüsselbein und mein Dekollete. Ich atmete wohlig aus und überlegte, wie weit ich es mit ihm kommen lassen wollte, dabei ließ ich mich nun von seinen Lippen an meinen Brüsten verwöhnen.

Er leckte und küsste, ich streichelte über seinen muskulösen Oberkörper und wurde beinahe Schwach bei dem Gedanken wie erotisch er vollkommen nackt aussehen würde. Sein athletischer Körper musste Wunder vollbringen in Ausdauer und Kraft. Aber ich durfte meine Prinzipien nicht vergessen. Im Nachhinein hatte ich es immerzu bereut, mich zu früh jemanden hingegeben zu haben, der es nicht verdient hatte.

Als Michael sich nun von meiner Brust löste, richtete ich mich etwas auf. Er griff an meine Handgelenke und legte sie sich nun an seinen Hals.

„Würge mich!“

„Wie bitte?“

„Los, würge mich, es treibt mich an! Ich brauche das!“, er drückte zu, sodass sich meine Hände fester um seinen Hals schnürten. Das war kein zartes, spielerisches Würgen während dem Liebesspiel zweier Menschen, er drückte so fest, dass ich ihm die Luft regelrecht abschnürte.

„Michael lass das!“, sagte ich erschrocken und zog meine Hände aus seinem Griff.

„Ist schon in Ordnung. Tue es!“, versicherte er mir und wollte erneut zu meinen Händen greifen, um sie an die richtete Stelle zu führen. Aber ich zog sie vorsichtig weg und legte mich stattdessen erneut über ihn.

„Hmmm…wir scheinen wohl nicht so zu harmonieren, wie ich mir das vorgestellt hatte“, stellte er fest, aber ich wollte es ihm erklären.

„Bullshit, das ist es nicht“, ich fing nun an, so zärtlich es mir möglich war, seinen Hals zu küssen. Ich streichelte sanft über dessen Seiten, küsste bis zu seinem Kieferansatz nach oben und anschließend wieder über seinen Adamsapfel nach unten. Dabei spürte ich, wie der Mann unter mir dahinschmolz und seine Augen schloss.

„Von mir bekommst du keine Gewalt. Dafür bin ich die falsche. Von mir bekommst du Zärtlichkeit.“

Michael wirkte die ganze Zeit über keineswegs angespannt, aber dennoch spürte ich, wie er seinen Körper nach und nach tiefer in die Kissen des Sofas sinken ließ. Er entspannte sich komplett unter mir, atmete wohlig aus, während ich ihn minutenlang am Hals und Oberkörper streichelte und küsste.

Als ich schließlich damit aufhörte, sah Michael zu mir auf, er sah mir lediglich in die Augen, sein Blick war weich. Ich spürte, dass dies ein guter Abschluss für den heutigen Abend wäre und so küsste ich ihn noch einmal und stand auf.

„Ich darf mich doch bestimmt in deinem Badezimmer frisch machen?“

„Sicher.“

Ich bediente mich an den Hygieneartikeln des Hotels um mich abzuschminken und meine Zähne zu putzen. Als es an der Tür klopfte, öffnete ich diese. Michael lehnte sich an den Türrahmen und hielt mir ein Shirt von ihm entgegen.

„Zieh es an, falls du nicht nackt neben mir schlafen willst.“

Ich nahm es lächelnd entgegen, wechselte meine Kleidung und als der Mann sich für ein paar Minuten ebenfalls bettfertig machte, legte ich mich ins Bett.

Kurz überlegte ich, ob ich nicht in meinem eigenen Zimmer schlafen sollte. Aber Michael heute so nahe zu kommen fühlte sich gut an. Ich würde weiterhin gerne die Nacht bei ihm verbringen. Als er nun ins Bett kam, bekleidet in einem Shirt und seiner Unterwäsche, machte er mir Platz, sodass ich meinen Kopf auf seine Brust legen konnte. Ich lächelte und schloss meine Augen. Michaels Hand streichelte ein paar Mal durch mein Haar, kraulte anschließend meinen Kopf. Ich legte meine Hand auf seinen Bauch, streichelte über seine warme Haut und schlief ein.

Am nächsten Morgen wurde ich von Michaels sanfter Hand geweckt, die zärtlich über mein Gesicht streichelte.

„Wach auf Schlafmütze, das Frühstück ist da“, ich öffnete etwas verwirrt meine Augen und versuchte mich im Raum zu orientieren, während der Mann mir ein Tablett über den Körper legte. Er hatte wohl mittels Zimmerservice etwas zu essen bestellt. Meine Uhr zeigte mir 10:23, es war also durchaus legitim mich zu wecken.

„Tut mir leid, ich bin Langschläferin“, antwortete ich ihm und er grinste schief.

„Sag bloß. Iss..Ich wage mich zu erinnern, dass du mal erwähnte hattest, dass du Waffeln magst.“

„Wer denn nicht?“, antwortete ich schmunzelnd, schnitt ein Stück ab und führte den ersten Bissen jedoch an seinen Mund, „Danke. Auch für den Abend gestern.“

Der Mann schluckte hinunter und küsste mich, flüchtig, zart.

Wir aßen schließlich und ich verabschiedete mich von ihm. Michael fragte mich: „Können wir uns wiedersehen?“

Grinsend antwortete ich: „Ich dachte so eine einmalige Chance wie gestern bekomme ich nicht wieder?“

Als wir unsere privaten Kontaktdaten austauschten und uns noch einmal küssten, begab ich mich in mein Hotelzimmer.

Bereits zwei Tage nach diesem Abend erhielt ich eine Nachricht von ihm, wir vereinbarten ein Treffen. Darauf folgte ein weiteres.

Eines Abends, als wir in seinem Berliner Apartment waren, küssten wir uns leidenschaftlich. Michael saß auf seinem Lesestuhl, im Hintergrund lief sanfte Musik, ich befand mich auf seinem Schoß, küsste ihn tief und langsam. Seine Hände hielten meinen Hintern, er drückte mich dichter an sich, seine Erektion drückte an meinem sommerlich bekleideten Unterleib.

„Ist das Ok?“, hauchte er in den Kuss und ich nickte schnell, ehe ich meine Lippen wieder auf seine legte. Irgendwann hob er mich hoch und trug mich in sein Schlafzimmer, wir küssen uns unaufhörlich, lösten unsere Lippen nur voneinander, um unsere Kleidung voneinander abzuschälen.

Nackt lag er auf mir und sah mich nun bittend an.

„Küss meinen Hals! Mach es wie das letzte Mal!“

So tauschten wir Position, ich liebkoste seinen Hals, verteilte Schmetterlingsküsse auf seiner Haut und bemerkte wie unbeschreiblich empfindlich er an dieser Körperstelle war.

„Fuck..das fühlt sich so gut an!“, wimmerte er regelrecht, „so etwas wie mit dir habe ich noch nie gefühlt.“

Ich richtete mich auf, er sah hinauf zu mir, direkt in meine Augen.

Dann begann er zu erzählen, er erzählte mir von seinen väterlichen Bestrafungen und die daraus resultierende Angewohnheit der Selbstverletzung, wann auch immer er nicht zufrieden mit seiner Leistung war. Er erzählte mir davon, wie er sich selbst würgte, bis ihm schwarz vor Augen wurde, so wie es auch sein Vater damals tat.

Ich hörte ihm zu, spürte wie sich alles in mir zusammenzog. Sein Vater musste der letzte Versagen sein. Abscheulich.

Ich legte meinen Kopf an seine Halsbeuge und küsste ihn wieder zart. Ich versicherte ihm, dass er ab nun bei mir Halt finden könnte, wenn er das wollte. „Wann auch immer du dich gestresst fühlst und glaubst, nicht genug zu sein, dann komm zu mir!“ Ich kraulte seinen Kopf, kuschelte mich an ihn, küsste ihn immer wieder zärtlich. Michael umarmte mich, seine Arme schlang er fest um mich, legte dann eine Hand auf meinen Kopf und hauchte: „Ich liebe dich. Lass mich das nicht bereuen!“

Ich lächelte und antwortete: „Ich liebe dich auch.“

Am nächsten Morgen war ich früher als Michael wach geworden. Er schlief so entspannt auf dem Bauch, seine Arme hatte er unter das Kopfkissen geschaufelt. Er war nackt, sein trainierter Hintern lag hab zugedeckt vor mir, ich hätte am liebsten hineingebissen. Gestern Nacht waren wir kurz davor miteinander zu schlafen, aber das Gespräch, das wir stattdessen miteinander führten, war viel intimer und wichtiger für unsere weitere Verbinung. Ich schlug vorsichtig die Decke vernünftig um seinen Körper und schlich mich ins Badezimmer. Ich nutzte das WC, wusch mir Gesicht, Körper und Zähne und wanderte nackt in die Küche, um uns etwas zu essen zu machen. Michaels Kühlschrank war verdächtig gefüllt, er musste eingekauft haben, damit wir gemeinsam frühstücken konnten.

Erst am Vortag erzählte er mir, dass er selbst nicht viel kochte.

Ich war damit beschäftigt, das Frühstück vorzubereiten, kochte Tee und für Michael schwarzen Kaffee, da er keine Milch mochte und versuchte mich in der Küche zu orientieren, um Geschirr zu finden, um damit den Tisch decken zu können.

Seine Küche war technisch gut ausgestattet, aber man merkte, dass er kaum jemanden zu Besuch hatte. Als ich das Gemüse wusch, spürte ich seine Arme von hinten um mich legen. Ich lächelte glücklich und drehte meinen Kopf leicht zu Seite, da spürte ich schon, wie er seinen auf meiner Schulter ablegte.

„Wieso bist du nicht im Bett geblieben?“, fragte er leise, er küsste meine nackte Schulter. „Willst du dich nun beschweren, dass ich uns etwas zu Essen mache?“, entgegnete ich ihm schmunzelnd.

„Ich kann mich über absolut garnichts beschweren, wenn du nackt in meiner Wohnung herum wanderst“, antwortete er und drückte leicht an meine Seite, um mir zu verstehen zu geben, dass ich mich zu ihm umdrehen sollte. Als ich dies getan hatte, hob er mich sofort auf die Küchenplatte und stellte sich zwischen meine Beine. Er küsste mich leidenschaftlich und ich erwiderte verliebt. Die Lust von beiden von uns schien von gestern noch nicht verflogen zu sein.

Michael zog mich mit einem Ruck mit dem Unterleib ganz an die Kante der Platte, hackte mit seinen Armen in meine Kniekehlen und tauchte ein. Ich keuchte sofort, als ich seine Lippen und Zunge an meiner Mitte spürte.

„Michael!“, meine Finger gruben ganz automatisch in seine blonde Morgenfrisur.

„Lass uns da weitermachen, wo ich uns gestern mit meinen Geschwafel unterbrochen habe“, hauchte er und leckte über meine komplette Mitte, von meinem Eingang bis hinauf an meine Klitoris. Ich wimmerte: „Sag nicht Geschwafel!“

Schließlich rollte seine Zunge immer wieder über meine Klitoris, er leckte, küsste, saugte, tauchte tiefer ein. Ich hielt die eine Hand fest in seinen Haaren, die andere griff an die Arbeitsplatte. Ich atmete schnell, spürte wie sich mein Orgasmus aufbäumte.

„Michael! Ich komme gleich!“, stöhnte ich. Er sah von unten tief in meine Augen, was mich am allermeisten von all dem hier antrieb und zog nun grinsend sein Gesicht leicht von meiner Mitte. „Ja? Nicht ohne mich mein Schatz!“, er stand auf, küsste meine Lippen gierig und setzte seine Erektion an meine Schamlippen.

Ich löste mich von ihm, richtete meinen Blick an seine Mitte. Ich hatte gestern nicht mehr die Gelegenheit mir sein Glied vernünftig anzusehen. So umfasste ich es nun mit meiner Hand und streichelte sanft über seine Eichel und Schaft. Michael küsste mich erneut, bettete seine Erektion genau zwischen meine Schamlippen und fing an leicht zu stoßen, sodass er sich an mir rieb. Beide keuchten wir, mit dem Daumen drückte er stets seinen Penis nach unten und stieß vor und zurück, stimulierte mit jedem Stoß meine Klitoris und sich selbst.

Ich stöhnte gegen seine Lippen, keuchte unter Küssen in seinen Mund, er schluckte meine Laute regelrecht und stieß, bis ich zum Orgasmus kam. Dabei küsste ich ihn leidenschaftlich, spürte, wie auch er leicht zu zittern begann und schließlich anspritzte. Das Sperma landete auf meinen Venushügel und Bauch. Michael küsste mich wild, ich spürte seinen festen Griff und seine Lust und wurde selbst nur noch williger.

Mein Herz hämmerte in meiner Brust, ich wollte mehr. So drückte ich ihn von mir, was ihn erst etwas erschrecken ließ. Er machte ein paar Schritte zurück, sodass ich von der Arbeitsfläche hinunter springen konnte, ich schritt zu ihm, küsste ihn leidenschaftlich und lotste ihn zu der nächstgelegenen weichen Oberfläche, welche in Frage kommen würde.

„Ich will dich!“

„Sicher?“

„Ja!“

Ich stolperte mit ihm so zum Sofa, sobald er sich in einer sitzenden Position befand, hockte ich mich auf ihn. Er liebkoste meine Brust, während ich an seinen weiterhin steifen Penis griff und mich so über ihn positionierte, dass er in mich eindringen konnte.

Ich brauchte nicht zu glauben, dass Michael mich hier den Ton angeben ließ, obwohl ich mich auf ihm befand, war er es, der schließlich von unten in mich eindrang und mich an den Hüften nach unten zog. Ich stöhnte, schlang meine Arme um seinen Hals.

„Alles ok?“, vergewisserte er sich und küsste meine Halsbeuge, ehe er sein Gesicht in diese legte.

„Ja“, antwortete ich. Kurz hielt er still, sei es, weil ich mich an seine Länge in mir gewöhnen sollte, oder weil er den Moment auskosten wollte. Beiden passierte zeitgleich. Er fasste nun mit beiden Händen je eine meiner Pobacken und fing an zu stoßen.

„Fuck! Du bist so perfekt!“, keuchte er. Ich hielt meine Arme fest um seinen Hals geschlungen und drückte ihm meinen Unterleib entgegen, während er von unten immer wieder in mich stieß.

Lang dauerte es nicht und wir kamen erneut zum Höhepunkt, Michael früher als ich, ich warf meinen Oberkörper dabei nach hinten, er nutzte die Chance und legte nun seinen Daumen an meine Klitoris, um mich mit kreisenden Bewegungen ebenfalls zum Orgasmus zu bringen. Während meine Wände kontraktierten, warf er seinen Kopf nach hinten auf die Kissen des Sofas, sein Anblick war so attraktiv.

Ich stöhnte, er stieß noch so lange, bis ich fertig war, dann zog er mich zu sich, Oberkörper an Oberkörper Lippen auf Lippen.

Wir verbrachten den restlichen Tag damit uns zu lieben und zu kuscheln, in Michael hatte sich die letzten Wochen viel aufgestaut und ich half ihm nur allzu gern all die Energie abzubauen.

[…]

Der Pfiff ertönte, Halbzeit.

Ich stand nahe am Spielfeld, zu meiner Rechten mein Assistent, welcher filmte. Ich hielt mein Klemmbrett fest in der Hand, bis meine Finger bleich wurden.

Ich war schon auf unzähligen Spielen, wo Michael spielte, aber nun fühlte ich ganz anders. Meine Augen folgten fast ausschließlich ihm, während er Kilometer für Kilometer über den beleuchteten Rasen lief.

Es stand 2:1 für das gegnerische Team. Man sah ihm an, dass er etwas frustriert war. Michael trug jede seiner Emotionen im Gesicht. Er ließ nichts verborgen, dies schien für den einen oder anderen eher provokant oder abstoßend sein, aber ich liebte diese Eigenschaft an ihm, denn sie ließ mich nie im Dunklen tappen, was er gerade fühlte oder brauchte.

Während er mit seinem Team vom Feld ging, um die nächsten Schritte zu besprechen und um kurz zur Ruhe zu kommen, schritt er an uns vorbei.

Ich sah ihm eindringlich in die Augen. Nicht, um ihm zuzulächeln wie eine Mami, die ihr Kind aufmuntern wollte. Auch nicht wie ein dummes Fangirl, das glaubte, dass er so auf magische Weise Kraft schöpfen konnte.

Ich blickte ihm nur in die Augen, um ihn daran zu erinnern zu was er fähig war und dass er selbst das unmögliche möglich machen wollte. Er erwiderte meinen Blick und ging schmunzelnd weiter.

Das Spiel war gewonnen, der Trainer, die Sponsoren, die Fans jubelten. Ich klatschte lächelnd in die Hände, mein Assistent hüpfte einmal in die Luft. „Yessss!“

Wieder schritt das Team an uns vorbei, es joggte in ihren Bereich, ich wollte meine Tasche zusammenpacken, da kam Michael zu mir.

„Das war großart-“, leidenschaftlich drückte er mir seine Lippen auf, ich weitete überrascht meine Augen. Ich spürte wie schnell sein Herz schlug, schmeckte den Schweiß an seinen Lippen, hörte und sah plötzlich das Blitzlicht.

Michael hatte nichts offizielles bekannt gegeben, die Fotos, welche zwar von uns auf der Hochzeit gemacht wurden, wurden veröffentlicht, aber er hatte sich nie dazu geäußert.

Als er sich von mir löste, lächelte er und legte seine Stirn an meine. „Wann auch immer ich mich gestresst fühle und glaube, nicht genug zu sein, komme ich zu dir!“, sagte er grinsend, wiederholte so die Worte, die ich ihm damals sagte, als er mir zum ersten Mal von seinen Problemen erzählte.

„Ja“, antwortete ich schmunzelnd.

Er hob seine Stirn wieder an, wischte kurz darüber,  um mir etwas von seinem Schweiß wegzuwischen und holte seine Teamkollegen wieder ein.

Ich packte schnell meine Sachen zusammen und verließ zügig mit meinem Assistenten den Bereich. Dabei biss ich mir peinlich berührt auf die Unterlippe und erwartete einen Schwall an Presseanfragen und Fotos in Boulevardzeitschriften.

[hoppingheart]

Something for all the Kaiser fans out there who don’t speak german: Michi is very often used as a nickname for Michael 🥰 in a romantic or friendly way

[hoppingheart]

Just imagine Sesshomaru lying on top of you, biting off two of his long fingernails while looking deep into your eyes willing to be gentle with you, just to be surprised when you grab his hand and bite the third one to show him how rough you need him to be.

[plagalkey]

late night takeout (street racing au)

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[claudiamatossilva]

Hilda by Duane Bryers

[badkidgorgug]

More Hilda!!

[themockingcrows]

in this family we love and support Hilda.

[i-am-the-narwhal]

Yes! Hilda!

[luidilovins]

What i love about this artist’s depictions of women is even the sexualized ones the woman is always genuinely happy and enjoying herself. Frolicking or making funny faces, she’s living her life and looking sexy while doing it, not sitting in a sexual pose for the audience’s view.

[squish-this]

I always forget about Hilda and am so pleased when she randomly shows up on my dash. Always makes my day

[snailfarts]

I love Hilda so much and I want her to be happy

[numinous-queer]

My favorite thing is how Hilda is always doing something and having a BLAST! She’s not posing coyly for anyone, she’s having her own adventures and it’s not about the viewer at all

[wyomingnot]

Happy 10th Anniversary to the original post!

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