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[kenzy-shop]

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[kenzy-shop]

One Special Word — Enjin x f!reader

content includes: more enjin pov, stalker vibes, nsfw, kissing, grinding

misc: 2.2k words. this took so long to write down for no reason, like three days. Hope you enjoy

It wasn’t easy to grab some people's attention, you were one of those people. 

Enjin was sitting outside of a cafe on one of the tables that weren’t littering with other people close by. His bright yellow looking directly at one table in particular, a table you were sitting at. You were one thing he wanted, the one woman he had his eyes on yet you even know his name. 

“Thank you!” You take the coffee you were handed, with a smile on your face. 

Enjin watches you walk with the man who handed you the coffee. He sighed heavily in defeat, how was he going to earn the attention of someone like you. The one woman he wanted was too far out of his reach, and he got a lot of women to appear to his looks, yet you never even looked in his direction. 

Enjin lied in his bed, looking up to his plain white ceiling, the one thing… or the one person he couldn’t get off his mind was you. He couldn’t stop thinking back to the moment at the cafe, you walking away with a man he had never seen. He saw the small pain in your eyes when you walked away. Who was the man to you?

“Delived by a man you barely know?” He scoffed. Covering his yellow eyes with his big hands over. “Why not me?” 

“Why can’t it be me?” He sighs in defeat, dragging his large hands down to cover his mouth. You were the death of him and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Even in Enjin's dream, the person corroding his mind was you. The person to fill his dreams was you, your body. The soft voice you spoke in. It was like you were with him. 

“Enjin~”

The man jumps from his bed, the sheets falling down his body to his lap. He looks around in a panic. “What?!” He was confused, thinking he was hearing things in his head, but it sounded so real. It was dark so it was hard to see anything in his room. 

“Enjin~” 

There it was again, it was such a sweet way to call his name, never has he heard anything like it before. Ringing in his ear, asking for more of it to be heard. He looked down to the feet of his bed. Someone was there looming over his feet. Though a normal person would be scared, he wasn’t. Even if he couldn’t see, he knew who it was. 

And It was you. 

You crawl into his bed with him. He kept his mouth shut, his yellow eyes watching you lay next to him. Snuggling into him. This was a dream, and even if it was he didn’t want to be pinched. 

“Goodnight, Enjin~” 

A dream he didn’t want to wake up. He could stay like this forever if time allowed. 

“You really are something,” A young girl sighed, rubbing the pinch of her nose with her finger and thumb. 

“I must say it was a calming experience.” You slightly stick your tongue out with a smile. 

“You know that man is in love with you right?” The young girl has had enough of your stupid antics, but there was nothing she could do about it. So the best thing for her to do was remind you of the world around you. 

Yet you already knew that. You saw Enjin everywhere you were, at some point you realized it was no longer a coincidence. Just recently, you had to do your best to not walk up to him and acknowledge him. Yet he was still following you everywhere. 

“I know he wants me, but I’m not that easy to have.”

The young girl knew how right that statement was. To be with you was a curse more so on you. If they couldn't get your attention the right way, you might as well be dead. It hurts to know someone had deep feelings for you, and they have yet to even properly greet themselves to you. 

“If he wanted me, then he would do something about it by now.”

“Do something about it then!” Riyou lays back on her chair, her body slopping down in the chair. 

“She doesn't know my name. She doesn't even know I exist.” The male sighed, pressing his palm to his forehead. An aching pain he didn’t have to have. 

“Then do something about it!” Riyou was tired of hearing Enjin talk about you. Her advice was the same time and time again. He still didn’t listen and it felt like she was talking to a wall. More so she was like a pillow to him, someone there to listen, but not to talk back. The pillow was supposed to stay quiet. It never did.

“I wish she would just talk to me…” “Then Do Something About It!”

She walked away, having enough of him say the same words over and over again. She yelled at him as if it would make any difference. She sighed, closing Enjin's bedroom door behind her. She was tired, both of him and exhausted from the day. 

“But…”

He was left with his own thoughts plus Riyou advice he finally registered. She was right, but it wasn’t that easy. You were in a separate league compared to everyone else, any other woman he talked to. You were special. 

Maybe a good night's sleep will put him at ease and he’ll think of something to say to you. Even if it was as small as his name, maybe tonight he can build enough confidence. 

“Enjin~”s

He wakes up to the soft sound of his name being called. He wasted no time, looking at the foot of his bed, there stood a female. Your arms crossed over your chest. You repeat his name, even softer than the later. This time it lingers on your lips, unable to let go of it.

Enjin moves slightly over so you could lie down with him like last time. You take the small gesture, crawling into his bed, sitting beside him. You reach your hand out for his face hesitantly. You retract said hand, not wanting to make anything feel awkward between the two of you. 

He, on the other hand, pulls your hand seeing as you were thinking twice about your actions. You both stop for a moment, just holding each other for a minute. His yellow eyes staring deep into your soul like he understood everything about you. You wanted him to know everything you had to offer, so you invited him deeper. 

He helps your hand to explore his body as he stares into your soft [e/c] eyes. He lets go of your hand, now being able to explore yourself. Your hand drags from his chest down to his abdomen. Feeling his body, you felt a sense of ease, like you didn’t need to worry about the curse anymore. No more pain for it. 

This moment was not a dream, it was real. 

Enjin inched a tad closer, this moment was everything he wanted and then some. Your hands were soft and delicate with the way they explored him. He wished he didn't have his shirt on, and maybe he knew just the fix. 

He backs away from you, his hands on the hem of his shirt. You watch as he lifts his shirt above his abs, over his head to then be thrown on the ground. Your hands reach out for his abdomen, he grabs your hand furthering your movement. He helped guide your hand as he crawled closer to you on the bed. 

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for as long as I’d have my eyes set on you,” Enjin inches closer to your face. Lifting your chin so your could focus on his face and not his body. 

His yellow eyes wondering your face, like this would be his last memory. A memory he would repeat in his mind. Your face was a piece of art to him, he wanted to savor every look, every contact he had with you. 

Not being able to hold himself back anymore, he pulls your chin closer. His lips crashing into your soft pink lips. You open your mouth for him, inviting him in. His tongue exploring every inch of your mouth he could. 

You roll him over, now on top of him. The kiss grew deeper, you sitting practically on top of him. He grabs your hips, guiding them up and down. The kiss became intense and hungry each time Enjin moved his body on his. You moved your hands down back to his abs, they moved down a little further, messing with the waistband on his shorts. You could feel the shakiness in his breath, moving your body harder. 

Enjin rolls on top of you, pulling away from the kiss. The both of you catching your breath in the heat of the moment. This whole moment was like a dream, everything felt so unreal, yet you could touch him without any reprimands. 

He looks down at your body to up at your face. You give him a nod of confirmation and he doesn't waste a second to take off your shirt, throwing it on the ground next to his. He pushes your hair behind your ear as he leans down to your chin, planting a soft kiss. 

He pecks at your chin down to kissing your collarbone. You slightly arc your back when you feel his teeth sink into your skin. Letting out more moans as he leaves teeth marks and hickeys all down your neck and collarbone. This was his mark on you, for every time you didn’t look in his direction, for every time you weren’t within his line of sight. 

“Fuck, Enjin!” You breathe out between your lips between the soft moans. 

His free hand playing with your breast, to fill the sensation in your body like you didn’t have enough already. His lips were about to make their way down, but you pushed him away. A sad look in his eyes as he didn’t know what you wanted. 

“We should stop,” You sit up on his pillow. Looking deep into his yellow, you knew he didn’t want to stop. This was a dream for the both of you, yet you were the one to say it. 

“Please, don’t make this a one night stand. I want to see you again.” He pushed your hair out of your face, giving your cheek a soft kiss. 

“What the fuck! You had sex with him!?” The young girl scolded you, hitting the back of your head harder than before.

“Well it wasn’t full out sex, more like a very heated make out session,” You smile embarrassingly, rubbing the part of your head that the hit was delivered to. 

“Shut up!” The young girl covers your mouth with her right hand, while her other hand covers her ear so she doesn't have to hear you any more, and you couldn't talk anymore about last night. “I’m your younger sister, I don’t need to hear any of this about you and Enjin.”

“Sorry,” you muffle in your sister's hand, as she still had her hand over your mouth. 

“Does it feel like your curse is gone?” Ami takes her hand from your mouth, rubbing it on her parts from your spit. 

You drop the smile you previously had when talking about Enjin. Your face got serious about the topic at hand. “Well, it feels a lot lighter. I don’t feel it as much, especially when I’m with him and or close to him and he notices me.”

“AHH!” Ami screeches , falling to her feet. A nauseating pain throbbing in your head. 

“Are you ok?” You reach a hand out for your sister, but she swats your hand away, not looking up at you. 

Ami gripped her chest, feeling like someone had a tight grip on her heart. She looks up at you, seeing you had a worried expression toward her. The pain in your eyes seeing her in pain. Amis’ body felt tight, her head throbbing, her heart being tugged, her muscles feeling a strain.

‘Is this how you felt, sis?’

A tight pinch bite at your chest, a lot lighter than anything you felt before. Better than any other pain this curse has caused you. You knew your time with the curse was almost up, you found the one thing or rather the one person to break the curse. Now, like an heirloom it was to be passed down to your sister. The man who gave this curse was cruel, he wanted to be remembered in any way, even if it meant doing something cruel to others. 

Enjin wanted more of you, yet these past few days he was having trouble locating you. He didn’t have any way to reach out to you, no way to find anything about you either.

“Lonely, Enjin?” 

He turned his head as fast as sound when he heard a familiar voice call out his name. A voice that was sweet as sugar and dewy as honey. He got up from his chair, turning around to grab your hand in his. 

“I missed you.”

The tight pinch was no longer pulling at your chest when you heard those three words. The person in front of you was the cure all along. Yet it was harder to grab his attention than anything else in the world. This is was if felt like to feel normal like anyone else

“You make me feel whole.” “So let's never leave each other again.”

a/n: feeling a little freaky aren't you

[aphelya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — rin itoshi: wrong number, right guy !

synopsis: you text your number neighbor for fun but end up texting your crush.

rin itoshi x reader ⭑ fluff / smau / number neighbors / rin lowk knew + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: hi

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[kenzy-shop]

Michael Kaiser wasn't the type of person to splurge his feelings, his heart, aloud for the whole world to hear-- that was until he met you. He told you everything. If it was small he would tell you, if it was big news, you be the first person to know. Talking with you how his games went (even though you showed up just for him), giving you the inside scoop.

No matter what, he wanted to talk to you, anything would suffice. Today was no different.

After a game in the locker room, Kaiser throws a towel on the ground as hard as he could. Starting you as you look at your clipboard. No one else was in the Bastard Munchen, it was just the two of you and the towel that laid on the floor.

You knew how the game went; you were sitting in you designated seats taking notes per Kaiser request. Though if you weren't present, you would be able to tell how it went due to Kaiser actions and how everyone else acted.

You watch as he swirls around the locker room. His jersey was lying beside you; he only had his shorts on. You could see his blue rose tattoo up from his neck as the vines trailed down his arm to a crown on his hand. Everything you saw it, you felt weak. You didn't know why, it was just a tattoo; but I guess it was just his tattoo and that it was on him.

Kaiser made sharp eye contact with the, his blue catlike eyes staring directly into the [e/c] widen ones. Though as a feline found its prey.

"{Y/n}," He called out to you, pleading you name between his lips.

"Yes, Micha?" Your voice as soft as the wind blew by.

Kaiser fell between your legs, his head resting on your thigh. "Please," He pleads. "Tell me. what do you think?"

Your hands find its way to his check, he leans into your touch though as a cat would purr. "I'm not going to lie to you, Micha. But you could have done better."

That's what he loved about you. You didn't hide behind a bunch of lies to make someone feel better, you told them as it is. Maybe that's why he leaned towards you. He needs that someone to put him in his place and it just too happened to be the person in front of him who he was founding over. Your truth he leaned toward, your touch he needed to feel calm. To feel loved.

"I have your stats on the clipboard if you want them?" You pointed toward where you set the clipboard at your side.

Kaiser blue eyes follow your finger, his checks squished against your thigh, "Can you read them to me, liebe?"

You pick up the clipboard, reading everything to him you wrote down. He listened, tracing his shapes on your thighs. while you tried not to read out of line or repeat the words over and over.

"Thanks," He gave you a soft kiss on your thighs. He gets up from the floor, now calm and collected unlike before.

In his desperate moments, he can trust you. He can trust you won't say anything he mentioned to you, to anyone else. He can trust what you say, having known him for a while now. He can trust you won't use him, take advantage him. He puts his trust in you.

a/n: Sweet Kaiser. I think we all need a break, and here that is my pooks.

[heartmaddie]

childhood best friend! isagi yoichi who everybody thinks has more than platonic intentions with you. maybe it’s the way he grips your hand a bit too tightly in public, or how he shamelessly acts more needy in your arms, however many people were watching your every move.

he sounded too hopeful when the occasional interviewer asked about his relationship with you. lazily wiping his sweaty brow while tired lips tug into a smug smirk, because really, what’s stopping him from claiming you as ‘his’ on national television when you’re still a couple metres behind him, out of earshot?

isagi remembers the catalyst for the epiphany of his feelings for you better than yesterday. how could he ever forget his last name plastered proudly on your back, and his number adorning your cheek in blue paint? he can recall the excitement and pride which mingled satisfyingly with your scent. for him only, of course. yoichi remembers — more than anything — how his name sounded, uttered from your lips as you looked up at him, eyes wide and expecting as sapphire shined down upon you, tongue darting to lick his own chapped lips which lingered near yours. he was then reminded of the eruption of miscellaneous cheers which forced him to pull away from you, nose opting to bury itself into your hair as he tugged you impossibly closer into his chest.

his fingers lingered over the ‘post’ button of his phone that night, an explanation of the somewhat unexpected intimacy displayed hours ago, his fans could sniff out the romance between the two teenagers better than you could yourself. he was more hesitant that time, more than any other before, he wanted everyone to know you’re not ‘on the market’, that you’re only for him. 

he was snapped into reality by your sweet voice calling him, his laptop perched on your thighs as you questioned why he’s taking so long. he let out a deep sigh, thumb pressing harshly on the device before he threw it onto the bed, away from him.

because he knows you’re not his, regardless of how many of his sleepless nights you end up wrapped in his arms.

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[kenzy-shop]

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[kenzy-shop]

Narumi Gen the type to get off his game when you seem to be mad at him. Walking past him without acknowledging him, giving him nis normal kiss. He logs off the game seeing you weren't in the mood to talk. He devotes the rest of his attention to you, spending the rest of the day with you to make you happier.

Narumi Gen would run toward you when you were hurt by a Kaiju, killing the monster to avenge you. Holding you close, bandaging your wound though he wasn't the best at it, it was always the thought of him taking care of you. Rushing you to a safe space, no one wounds or blemish on your angelic skin.

Narumi Gen was a showoff when it came to you. Either showing off in battle against of monster, or in his games when you were watching. He has yet to lose a game when you are watching, in fact. He loved of show off in front of you, making sure you knew who was the best.

Narumi Gen is the type to get jealous easily, especially when talking with someone he knows that loved to get on his nerves. Anytime you were talking with the vice-captain of the third division, he would slither his arms around your waist, pulling you closer letting everyone know who you belonged to.

You were Narumi Gen's, and he would love you unconditionally.

[icarus-lee]

there's no one else, Liebe

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ he's finally turning around, coming home to you. -- when he sees his ex attending his big game, everything comes crashing down on him.

charac. kaiser x fem!reader wc. 900+ no trigger warnings, slighttttt angst + comfort, this kind of kaiser off-field>>>

Michael Kaiser, was a name that everyone knew, except for you. His only name that ever felt familiar to you was Mihya, not Michael, not Kaiser.

In every shade of blue, it was him that spoke to you. You had to give it to him, courting was the last thing you’d expect from the world’s rising star in football. From his monthly bouquets to weekly car rides that lead to no destination. You were with him, regardless. It was an aimless drive, with no target and no point equivalent.

When the weight of the world sits on your man’s shoulders, you are the only person who could give him an only escape. Hickeys in the back seat became normal. Marks left from the night’s blessing became a badge of how good you were to him. You said to yourself “Maybe this is what loving a man like him takes. Yes, he takes, and he takes while I leave with nothing.”

You loved him because you knew that no one else did from his past. Right, his goddamn past. It sometimes gives you the haunting what-ifs of his actions. When he pushes you away from a heated kiss, when he suddenly decides to leave you there in his bed after things get heated. You affirm to yourself, “Maybe it’s just his trauma speaking?”

And just when you decided to let go of your end of the rope. It was now he who needed your saving.

That’s where you find yourself right now, in his big game. The Neo-Egoist League was nearing its end with its final match against Bastard and PXG. And you sat there, with the big screens flashing your ex-suitor’s familiar blonde-blue hair, laser-sharp eyes, and with a scowl that could easily be wiped away by your smile.

Yet what you never expected was how the cameras pan to your section of the crowd, giving you that special spotlight. It was as if those moments were needed just for Kaiser to see you once again. This time, in a different light. You were now just an ordinary bystander, and he couldn’t stand that thought. He didn’t know what got to him at that moment, but something ignited in him.

Two consecutive goals in the 82nd minute. It was a product of you, a product of your presence. The cameras notice that he’s looking at something beyond the field. After scoring his final goal, he was sure, he was goddamn sure of himself that what he saw was you. He ran, and ran. Yet just when he found your spot, that was when you'd already left.

Wow, its the first time in a while that he’s called you by name. It was always Liebling or Schatz, but never your name. The very same name that he'd hoped to put a ring on someday. But those were naive dreams, weren't they? A wasted Mrs. Kaiser.

You could only crack a bittersweet smile. He’s looking for me, you thought. Yet your stubborn heart persisted with your thoughts. You don’t want him to come home to you anymore. He never had a home that could shelter him the way you did, you were sure of it. It was ironic how he’d search for you in the crowd.

But you know to yourself that you’ve walked away from him many months already. Coming back only meant tearing down the walls you’ve hastily built—a foundation bound to still be vulnerable from his touch.

You didn't dare turn around. Not until a hand was there to strongly grip your vulnerable wrist. It was cold and dry, just like the winter that he left you with. How could he catch up with you leaving the stadium? In this crowded street, where snowflakes fell hard to the concrete. You could see it in his eyes that he begged for someone, not for something. And that was you.

“Can we talk? ” He started, with sweat dripping down his temples as he controlled his panting. He was still wearing the same jersey he had for the game, and it was that same jersey that he chose over you, over this whole relationship.

Your stern expression, partnered with your silence, had suddenly eroded his strong resolve. “Please” was all that he could say. He was on his last straw, begging not to break by the force of your deafness. But who’s to say that you weren’t also breaking? And what is it now, with him? You didn't know if you were talking to the same Mihya many months before—the Mihya that willingly left your shared apartment, never to look back again.

“Why…now? Michael, why now? "You asked, pulling back your wrist that he desperately gripped; to your surprise, he had already loosened it.

“Don’t try to be a stranger to me y/n, that’s all I ask."

You scoff, “That’s all you ask? I should be the one telling you that. Go on, celebrate your big game, get intoxicated, get yourself off with some other woman.”

He takes another step forward, and you slowly see his own nonchalance cracking away with each word he lets out. “Maybe love does come first before soccer. Because I know damn well that my feet won’t drag me here if I was over you, huh? ”

And that was your last straw. “You’re full of bullshit-“

“I fucking know I am y/n. I’m not used to gentleness, I don’t know how to hold a heart and not break it, love is something alien to me. I bite and I don’t fucking know why.”

“Michael.”

“You know you don't call me that.”

You take a hesitant pause, “….. Mihya”

“Liebe” He called out instantly, desperate to say it out loud for your ears to once again reach.

He continued, “I wanna come home, but this time, I’m choosing to stay.”

kaiser's character is definitely vulnerable to love and relationships, and he often makes irrational decisions when it comes down to it, a very grand contrast to his dominant personality on the field.

[kenzy-shop]

this is so good, i even shed a little tear. Kaiser my poor child.

[kenzy-shop]

[lovelazuli]

shidou with piercings rlly does things to me 😩😩

[kenzy-shop]

real, that man does something to me. 🤤

[kenzy-shop]

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Collection 1

baro

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chigiri

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