The concept of Michael Kaiser being a complete fucking big back is so precious to me.
Like yes this Fatass will vacuum anything and everything he sees (besides milk). He’s probably consumed bones from fish without even noticing because of it, defo watches smth whilst eating and is distracted.
He definitely eats so fast and ends up choking, has to constantly be told that his food won’t run away from him to get him to eat slower. Spoiler alert— it never helps.
He loves watching Kitchen Nightmares and Hell’s Kitchen and genuinely thinks the food doesn’t look that bad. 💀 He’s also wanted to be on the ‘I Can Cook’ show (me projecting). Probably watched it and learnt how to cook from there or smth. (Ik it’s a uk show but let me be delusional) He gets a little stressed when he watches The Great British Bake Off but finds it incredibly funny when the desserts collapse in the very last minute. I think he would enjoy Come Dine With Me too, he gets super serious when it’s time to grade the host’s dinner service and gets so disappointed when they give a higher rating than he expected. His guilty pleasure is watching Worst Cooks In America, especially after a bad day at practice— it makes him feel better about himself. 😭
Kaiser defo isn’t strict on his athletic diet either, he’s the type to just burn off the calories unintentionally in his pursuit to become the best.
And if he was a streamer or influencer, he would defo be a mukbanger. He either eats in absolute silence or talks about the recent books he’s read, he eats so much that he’s accused of spitting out his food off camera— Kaiser doesn’t fall for the ragebait... 🌚
His bank transactions are all just from food. (Sounds a lot like me) 😞. He loves a good buffet deal, and if there’s ever them food eating contests— he absolutely obliterates his opponents. Has so many prizes that he’s won all over from across the world displayed in his room.
Sightseeing is eating food for him. He tries food from all cultures with an open mind. Eats with his hand and can also can use chop sticks so well that he ends up unintentionally rizzing up aunties.
Anyways, let this be an apology for the late update of day thirteen of the kaiser wonderland event. ❤️
I can’t fall asleep and am brainrotted with Kaiser being a fat fuck (@nagdong_Duck on X you are the one responsible for this).
megumi wants to see you as you cum ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ im gonna lick his tip
riding megumi means holding eye contact with him. it's hard when you're shy about even riding him in the first place. he doesn't care though, he needs your eyes on him.
he's sitting on the bed with you straddling his hips. his cock is buried deep inside you, kissing places you didn't even know he could reach. he makes you wrap your arms around his neck, faces so close you're basically breathing each other in.
he helps you grind on his cock, feeling him go even deeper.
"mm wait!" you whine at the feeling. he doesn't wait though. he keeps helping you roll your hips on his length. its good, feels really full, you can't hold back the long whiny moan that comes out of your throat.
you close your eyes, but then you feel a pinch on your thigh.
"eyes on me." he demands you, rolling deeper into you.
you whine, trying to keep your eyes open, but it's embarrassing. your cheeks flush as he continues bullying your poor pussy.
"bounce, pretty girl." he tells you in a whisper. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, far different to what's happening between your legs.
he helps you bounce on his cock, holding your hips tightly. it's enough to leave finger prints and yet it feels so good.
megumi sighs, panting and groaning at the feelings of you fucking yourself on his cock. his lips find yours again in another gentle kiss.
"mm so good, baby, just like that." he whimpers out as you bounce harder. your legs ache from the movements, already preparing for the pain that'll come when you're older. it's worth it though.
his breath mingles with yours, lips a whisper away from yours. "fuuuck, baby." he whines when you clench around him. you bounce sloppily, slow and fast and then stop all at once. he has to take over, rutting his tip into your walls.
"ngh, gumi!" you whine. his tip meets your spongey spot. he moans when he feels you clench around him tightly. it's almost too tight. he can't keep a steady rhythm when you clench him like that.
"tight, sweets, so ti-tight!" he whines, pressing so deep as he finishes inside you. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching as you whine, clenching harshly on his cock, milking him dry.
he watches you try not to close your eyes, failing and earning a pinch.
"i said eyes on me. now we have to do it again because you can't listen."
going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.
pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”
and he just laughs a huff out his nose.
when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”
“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.
“about ten thousand.”
“how many do you have?”
“three hundred.”
he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.
“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.
then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”
he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.
“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”
takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.
“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”
distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)
tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.
its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.
"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."
meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.
your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.
"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.
you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.
the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.
then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.
his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"
by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.
youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.
the silence on the other end of the call stretches.
"...you still there?" the guy asks.
toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"yeah." he says "keep talkin."
but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.
toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.
A/n: Every shidou clip with him in the air I cant help but notice how his thighs look. Like let me ride it?
Synopsis: You've been having wet dreams about ryusei and no surprise, he found out about it.
I was kinda inspired watching this and thinking of my glorious king (Warning X 🌽)
MINORS DNI ----------------------------------------♡
• It started off subtle, watching your boyfriend play on the field admiring him watching the sweat glistening from his face, how he moved when he was running around and about on the feild, the way he would smirk and grin at you when he scored a goal clearly to impress you.
• It all started with a dream. A singular dream that frequented each night after that. Started the same, watching your boyfriend play in the practice field, he sat down to drink some water on the bench, you somehow managed to trip over the ball walking towards him and fell, your face just along the lines of brushing his crotch, his thighs spread on either side while you looked up at him annoyed as he laughed uncontrollably at the fact that you tripped and then made some stupid joke about you "falling" for him.
• But in the midst of your annoyance you noticed just how strong his legs actually were, the thickness, the muscle, the way his uniform shorts looked like it stretched at every movement. You thought you weren't being obvious but that didn't last long as Shidou noticed the little look you gave him and was quick to say something to make you even more embarassed. "Like the sights down there pipsqueak?" The last thing you remember after that is getting pulled roughly onto his thigh while he-
Stop reminiscing.
• You told yourself it was just a stupid dream, a dream that had you touching yourself feverishly for the last couple nights because you couldn't bring yourself to tell him about the dream no matter how bad you wanted it.
• While you may have thought you were being normal Shidou picked up on it. The way you would always come to sit in while he practiced a little more than often (not that he was complaining), the little look of guilt and flush on your face when you were extra close to him, and of course the way your eyes darted away the second he saw you eyeing at his thighs.
• It was the end of the week at noon and you were sitting with him on the couch supposedly watching a show together when he once again observed you glaring at his thighs in his grey sweats like they did something to you. "Y'know, you're not that good at hiding things from me pipsqueak." He watched your reaction, the sudden interest for everything around you instead if at him while you asked what he was talking about. "You've been staring at me and my legs all week. I wanna know why." He pulled you closer to watch you get smaller. You couldn't lie to him and if you didnt say anything he would keep pushing till you did.
So you spit out everything in a ramble.
• You failed to notice just how much he was enjoying watching you squirm while you rambled under his gaze. And when you finally finished telling him about your little wet dreams with a guilty and very flushed expression. He hummed, then laughed if off, leaned in to whisper right in your ear. "You don't gotta hide anything from me. If you wanted to ride my thighs then you could've just asked Pipsqueak."
• Somehow you had forgotten just how freaked out your boyfriend actually was and how direct he was. Before you could even say anything he pulled you onto his lap and kissed you, immediately pulling off anything in the way of your bare sex on him. "Let's see how bad you have your new fetish." The word fetish made you even more embarrassed but Shidou didnt care one bit as he groped around feeling around to get even more riled up than he was.
• You had the most to say but those thoughts were all burnt away the second he put you on his thigh. Your body wasn't your own as you felt yourself heat up and start to get wet immediately leaving spots on his pants, he felt it too. "Come on, don't get shy with me now Pipsqueak. You're the one who wanted this. Here, I'll help you out"
• All protest turned into sweet moans as he rocked his thigh right beneath your clit, the friction feeling way better than any dream could have given you. Your body started to rub itself in harmony with shidou movements much to his devilish delight. All you heard was his ego getting bigger while he laughed and degraded you while you got yourself off on him. He grabbed your ass slapping it a couple times as he pushed you down further onto his thigh making sure you felt every muscle move.
• He always liked hearing you get louder. He took his hand from your ass to your back pushing your face right to his ear. He wanted to hear every curse, every whimper, every little needy moan of his name you had in you. He felt it in his veins everytime you let out a sweet sound when your clit rubbed just the right fold on his sweats.
• It didnt take any longer for your breath to quicken and get ragged and your movements to become more frantic as you whimpered for release. He let you have it. Your body made it own movements while you softly cried out for your boyfriend as you came hard leaving a big wet spot covered with the white sticky consequences.
• You tried to catch your breath and come back to earth after that. Your pussy twitched at the sensitivity you were tired already until... "Don't tell me you're tired already Pipsqueak. That's not how this works. You're going to cum 6 more times to make up for every day you didnt tell me about your little fantasies."
https://x.com/nthesadist/status/1856676241572581819?t=hT7gAhHP1ZvCQLW8Tv2Axg&s=19 this and Hiori... I want him to do this to me so badly😫
𓂃·˖ ִֶָ ⋆P⚠︎RN LINK —Hiori Yo⋆ ִֶָ˖·𓂃
Thank you so much for the request anon! ♡ I actually had that link sitting in my drafts for a while, wondering who’d fit it best… and well, Hiori turned out to be perfect.
This post contains explicit sexual content and is strictly intended for audiences 18+. dom!Hiori, sub!reader, degradation + praise, hair pulling, overstimulation (implied), dirty talk, light dumbification, fingers in mouth/spit play, possessiveness, size kink (implied), reader crying + begging (consensual), mean but soft energy.
All links in this post lead to external content hosted on Twitter/X. Tap at your own risk ( ◜‿◝ ) ⤷ P link BLLK Pt. 3
You were flat on your stomach, hips tilted just enough for him to fit behind you like he belonged there—because he fucking did. The weight of his body pressed you down deliciously, like a goddamn sandwich, caging you in completely. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to keep your head tilted, mouth parted, breath hitched. And he wouldn't stop thrusting into you. Deep. Steady. Mean.
“Look at you,” he rasped against your ear, voice dark and thick with pride. “So fuckin’ loud, can’t even take it without cryin’, huh?”
His hand curled tighter in your hair, pulling your head back so he could hear every breathy sound you made.
“F-Fuck—” your voice cracked mid-moan, eyes fluttering. “H-Hiori, babe, it’s… it’s too much, uh…”
You didn’t want him to stop. Not even close. But the way he filled you up, the way your body trembled—your mind just couldn’t keep up anymore. Hiori fucking laughed. Not cruel, just amused—calm and smug, like he knew you were bluffing.
“Oh? Too much now?” he hummed, hips slamming into you again, a sharp grunt escaping him. “Then why are you squeezing me so tight, sweetheart?”
You bit down on your lip, already shaking, but he wasn’t done playing.
“Come on,” he whispered against your ear, fingers sliding into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “Don’t say dumb shit. You don’t want me to stop—you need this.”
Your moan was muffled, messy around his fingers, but your body said it all. Every tremble. Every wet slap echoing between breaths. He loved how desperate you got, how you pretended to push him away just so he’d keep going harder.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous when you cry like this,” he groaned. “Keep beggin’. You know I like it.”
Husband!Ichigo who loves to fuck you raw as soon as you two get married, not just because he wants to become a dad as quickly as possible, but also because he craves the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock as you desperately milk him dry.
Husband!Ichigo who can’t keep his hands to himself whenever you pass by, casually smacking your pretty bum or thighs just because he can. Around you, he doesn’t have to hold back, he gets to be his true self. And that true self is a bit of a pervert who worships your beautiful curves every single day.
Husband!Ichigo who loves taking you in front of a full-size mirror, just so he can watch every little gasp and moan that leaves your lips as he agonizingly slowly slides his throbbing length inside your aching cunt. Standing right behind you, his heavy hands gripping and slapping your ass, he buries himself deep while watching your expressions twist in pleasure. The way your eyes roll back as you cream around him, like you’re about to fall apart completely? Absolutely priceless.
Husband!Ichigo who makes you a nutritious breakfast almost every morning, just to ensure you start your day right. It’s his quiet way of showing how much you mean to him and how deeply he cares about your well-being. And even on busy days, he still makes the effort, grabbing your favorite pastries and a good old coffee from the nearby bakery so you won’t go without.
Husband!Ichigo who loves waking you up with his mouth between your thighs, slowly pulling you from sleep as he indulges in your warmth. A soft chuckle vibrates against your skin when you begin to stir, his tongue dragging lazily over your slick folds while he takes his time. There’s no rush, he just wants to feel you, hear you, and make you come undone before the day even begins.
Husband!Ichigo who never returns from a mission empty-handed, always bringing you small trinkets or gifts that reminded him of you. Sometimes it’s something simple, sometimes something rare like exotic flowers from Hueco Mundo, or that sweet sake you once shared with him and Kyoraku (which he definitely didn’t “borrow”).
Husband!Ichigo who pulls you close in the early morning, half-asleep and still worn out from the night before, and slowly sinks into you from behind. His lips brush against your shoulder blades, leaving soft kisses as his hands wander gently over your body. His movements are slow, deep, and unhurried meant to wake you up in the most overwhelming way possible, especially when his fingers join in, guiding you right back to the edge.
Husband!Ichigo who keeps track of your cycle more carefully than you’d expect, not just to give you space when you need it, but because he knows exactly when you’re the most sensitive. On your ovulation. And when that time comes, he’s fucking you relentlessly until he got you stuffed full with his seed, pumping it even deeper inside of your fertile womb with every followed thrust.
ichigo knew exactly what he was doing when he gripped your hips and spread your legs wide open.
he always pretended he didn’t — all gruff and red-faced, muttering under his breath like he was shy. but the moment his cock pressed up against your soaked entrance and you whimpered just from the weight of it, the stretch you already knew was coming?
that smug little glint lit up behind his eyes.
“too big?” he rasped, voice hoarse, barely hiding the hunger behind it.
you shook your head, already panting. “no… just—fuck—go slow—”
he didn’t go slow.
he shoved in halfway in one thrust, and your whole body arched, hands scrambling for anything to hold as your cunt clamped down around him like your body was panicking, trying to figure out how to take him.
“shit—” he hissed, face tight, hair hanging in his eyes, knuckles white on your thighs. “so tight. every fuckin’ time.”
you could barely breathe — every nerve lit up, pussy stretched to its limit, every inch of him throbbing inside you. but he didn’t move right away. not until he leaned over, eyes locked on your belly.
then he smiled.
“look,” he whispered, one hand trailing down your stomach.
his fingers spread across the soft flesh just below your navel, pressing down, slow and firm — and you gasped, body jerking as his cock shifted inside you, pressing up against that spot that made you whine.
“you feel that?” he asked, voice ragged, eyes wide with something close to awe. “that’s me. i’m… i’m all the way up here.”
he kept pressing, watching your belly bulge just slightly, the outline of him visible beneath your skin when he thrust shallow and slow — and your pussy clenched so hard around him he nearly choked on his groan.
“fuck, you’re so full,” he grunted, thrusting again, slower this time but so deep, the whole length of him dragging against your walls like he was carving space inside you that only he could fill.
you were moaning now — breathless, trembling, brain gone — every thrust hitting deeper, his hand never leaving your stomach. he was obsessed with it. watching it, feeling it, knowing he was so big you could feel every inch from the inside and out.
“your body’s made for this,” he growled, pace quickening, hips snapping against yours, sweat dripping from his chest to yours. “made to take my dick. fuckin’ perfect.”
“ichi—!” you gasped, eyes rolling back as your orgasm hit fast, brutal — your cunt spasming around his cock, milking him as you cried out.
he didn’t stop.
if anything, the sight of your stomach twitching under his palm made him lose it.
“i’m gonna fill you,” he groaned, fucking you harder now, thrusts frantic, his palm pressing down even harder on that swollen spot. “gonna pump you so full you’ll feel it for days.”
and then he came, hips slamming deep, cock twitching inside your clenching pussy as hot cum poured into you — and all the while, his hand stayed right there, pressing down, feeling himself spill into you.
watching the bulge twitch with every pulse of his cock.
every fucking drop.
“shit…” he panted, falling over you, still twitching inside. “i can see it…”
he dragged his palm in slow, lazy circles over your belly like he couldn’t get enough of it.
sypnosis: from friends to strangers to friends to lovers. you have known michael kaiser ever since you were kids, your cloud 9 friendship ended after he mysteriously stopped meeting up with you, and 4 years later, you meet again.
michael kaiser x reader
likes and reblogs are appreciated!!
— not proof-read, might be some mistakes
content: fluff, angst if you squint, nickname 'mihya' is used, childhood friends to lovers trope
saturday, 2:35 pm. berlin, germany.
— 3rd december 2007
8 year old michael kaiser sat by himself under a slide at the park that he went to often. he had been booted outside by his father once again, and with no where else to go, he fled to the park. michael had no friends, so usually, he just sat and watched people play, walk by with their dogs, etc..
until.. he spots a ball, old and rough looking. it clearly wasn't important since it was left behind, and maybe he could fit in with other kids if he had a toy of his own that he could play with.
he crawls out from under the slide and takes the ball. he threw it, bounced it and punched it around, but he was left wondering why his ball wasn't as bouncy as the other kids ones.
compared to his ball, which had pentagons and hexagons, the other kids had brightly coloured balls, and a few kids even had an orange ball with intricate stripes that they threw in a hoop. he tried to throw his ball high up in the air, to make it seem like he knew how to play too, and hopefully, the other kids would ask him to join... but instead.. a girl who was a bit shorter than him, but definitely his age approached him with a toothy grin.
"thats not how you play soccer" you pointed at him with your fat little index finger.
michael was.. awestruck, to say the least, he had never seen someone so.. soft looking, it gave him the urge to protect you, and he didn't even know your name...
"uh-uh.. what." what even was soccer? michael had no idea.
"soccer, you have a soccer ball. are you good at playing?"
"uh-"
"clearly not if you're throwing it around like that!" you laughed, unaware that you had made the boy a tad bit insecure of himself "but don't worry! i'm not very good, but still, i know the jist of it!"
michael simply nodded, letting you lead him along to a more open space. he watches you make a makeshift goal, using two sticks as the point you have to kick past before you strolled over to the ball and kicked it past.
"score!!" you happily exclaimed, cheering as you threw one hand up in the air, gripping the corner of your shirt and putting one leg ahead of the other [JUST IMAGINE KAISER'S MAGNUS POSE BUT LESS DRAMATIC.. cause ur not a try hard like michael is..]
you and michael had played until evening, and michael had quickly realised that he was a natural at the game.
the days after your first encounter, you hadn't shown up to the park in a bit, michael was disappointed, but had hoped you had returned. while you were gone, he practiced kicking the ball and doing tricks to impress you when you came back.
in reality, you were just sick with a fever and had to miss a few days of school and going out, which you were very upset about, but your mom made you just suck it up.
when michael finally saw you again, playing with your friends from school, he was so happy, yet so shy, and he didn't have the guts to approach you again. meanwhile, you were looking for the boy in the black hoodie that you played with before.
when you met eyes, michael felt relief when your face brightened, and you quickly excused yourself from your friends, running over to him and saying hi.
michael had a lot of fun with you every single day, for years. after your school, you would meet up at the park, it didn't matter how tired you were, you had to see him, atleast once a day. michael wasn't much of a talker, hangouts always usually consisted of you yapping about your day while he listened, hummed along and added commentary here and there. to you, it was perfect, you liked that michael listened.
your friends often wondered why you never finished all your food, and your mom found it strange that you always asked for extras whenever she packed your lunch. she summed it up to you just being a growing girl, and that it was most likely just cause you were going through puberty.
you would always just give your spare food to michael though.
you watched as michael scarfed down the remaining food in your lunchbox. neither of you talked, you both just sat on a small hill together. you laid on the grass while michael sat upright, since he didn't want to choke with how fast he was eating.
your eyes scattered around his body and face, he had taken off his signature black hoodie, showing off his forearms and all the bruises and scars that came with it. your gaze travelled up to his face, you always noticed his wounds, but never mentioned it, it must have been a sensitive topic. he had a busted lip, a black eye and a few bruises around his cheeks and forehead.
you sighed, before an idea came to mind.
saturday, 11:15am. berlin, germany
— 15th november
the next day, you showed up to the park with a picnic basket, you had lied to your mom, saying that you would go out with a few friends, since she had no knowledge of michael.
"mihya" you hugged him from behind, effectively making him flinch in shock.
"hey, [name]..." his eyes drifted down to the picnic basket ".. what's.. that for?" he shrugged over to it
"oh! i brought some snacks for us"
michael's fat ass immediately got excited, and he watched as you set the picnic blanket down. you urged him to sit on the blanket, and when you opened the basket, it revealed a lot of snacks you brought, and a few medical items, like cotton balls, alcohol and gauze bandages.
you two made conversation, for a bit before you brought up the wounds. your hand gently cupped his cheek, softly caressing it.
"mihya.. let me clean your wounds, i'm not gonna ask how you got them, i just want to help.." you leaned in close, and michael felt his heart start to race... he hated how you were such a good person.
you ended up cleaning his wounds, only because you were so insistent.
as you used the last of your bandaids for a bruise on his cheek. you ended it off with a sweet kiss on his cheek, to which he flinched away before a heavy blush made its way on his cheeks. you giggled, and michael wished that he could save this in his memory forever. better yet, he wished this lasted forever.
you made him feel things that felt good, you were a safe space to escape everything else in his life. you were what heaven felt like, and michael hoped that he would never be separated from you.
he should have knocked on wood.
around a month after that day, michael mysteriously stopped showing up. not even a hint to why. you remembered clearly that the last time you both were together, he said "i'll see you tomorrow!".. and yet.
you, however, remained hopeful. michael isn't the type to just leave without a word, right? you waited for hours on end, every single day, and he never once came back. by the end of january, you had given up completely.
tuesday, 6:44pm. munich, germany
— (your birthdate) 2018
michael returned to his penthouse after practice. he was drenched in sweat, and his jersey stuck to his toned muscles. he sighed, kicking his shoes off, putting his duffel bag down and plopping down on the couch, manspreading before he whipped his phone out.
he needed a vacation, honestly. he scrolled on instagram, looking through his feed. he stumbled upon a collaboration post of a bunch of university students his age. michael raised a brow, and swiped to see the rest of the photos.
his blue eyes widened when he saw a familiar face, holding a cake. then it clicked, how could he forget? it was your birthday... michael mentally slapped himself, he thought of you every single day, and yet he managed to forget the most important day of the year, which was YOUR date of birth.
he was enamoured.. you looked so pretty, aged like fine wine, in his opinion, even though it had only been around 4 years.
his eyes went to the curve of your nose, the crinkle of your eyes as you smiled, the way your lips looked so so soft.. my goodness.
he set his phone down, his thoughts going on overdrive before he picked his phone back up, and looked through the collaborators on the instagram post, it was your birthday, so obviously you would be a collaborator. he clicked on your profile and mentally applauded himself when he found that your page was public.
he felt a small smile show up on his face when he saw what you were up to. you were a university student in munich, the same city he was in.. you went to a pottery class with a few friends just for fun, you had a part-time job working as a waitress at a 4-star restaurant. you had one cat, named misty, and your friend group over all had a good vibe to it.
michael was happy that you had trustworthy people to hang out with, however, he still wanted to be your number one best friend, maybe even more, so of course, he was a tad bit jealous.
he ordered a bouquet of generic roses to send to your university the next day. it came with a card that said 'send to [name] [last name]', so obviously you received it.
for a while, michael was fine with just stalking your social media and sending you gifts, without signing his name, but it all stopped once ness had come to practice with a familiar girl.
michael raised a brow, he remembered her from somewhere, but he just couldn't remember where.
"kaiser! this is eliza, a close family friend of mine!" ness beamed as michael glanced to eliza, who shyly waved.
eliza.. eliza... ah.. now he remembered.. michael had seen her name when he was scrolling through your followings.
ness had explained that eliza had invited him to a big meet up that was happening tonight with her friends and acquaintances, just for fun, and he wanted michael to come along, since for some reason, ness thought they were friends.
"is [name] gonna be there." michael blurted out, placing a hand on his hip.
ness tilted his head in confusion at the unfamiliar name, and eliza wasn't expecting that question.
"you know [name]? yeah, she'll be there" eliza nods
"then I'm coming."
".. right.."
ness didn't leave him alone for the entire day, constantly asking about who you were and how you knew each other. michael tuned him out. he was more focused on what he would wear, what cologne he would wear... what cologne would you like?
that night, he finished getting ready. he just wore something casual, since the gathering wasn't remotely fancy. ness had picked him up and as they drived, michael felt butterflies in his stomach, his knee was consistently bouncing and his hands felt clammy.
they met with eliza outside of the bar and when they went inside, michael was met with a few familiar faces, he recognised some as people you were following online, and some he didn't know at all.
his eyes shifted from face to face, before he saw yours. michael immediately started regretting coming here.. he was perfectly fine with just watching your life on instagram.. 'michael.. fucking idiot..' he mentally slapped himself. he should just leave honestly. michael was full of ego and confidence, and here he was, buckling his knees for a childhood friend.
he was just about to leave the bar, but you had already seen him, he swore he saw your eyes widen, just a little tiny bit before you excused yourself from your friends, just like how you did so many years ago at the park when you were children, and approached him...
"michael.." you addressed him
"hey." he forced himself to smirk, putting up his arrogant, usual facade.
"wipe that smirk off your face, asshole" you huffed, crossing your arms. "you have some explaining to do."
michael wasn't shocked when you returned to his penthouse with him that night... just to catch up, of course!
sunday, 6:30pm. berlin, germany
— 28th april 2025
you and michael were walked around your hometown, you had just gone as a 2 day trip, and soon, you both would be going to greece anyway, so you didn't need to go on holiday for too long.
you stopped by the old park you used to spend time in "mihya look!" you ran ahead, breaking your hand holding "hahah! this place barely changed!"
michael lovingly watched as you walked around the playground area ".. yeah.. it really hasn't.."
whilst your back was turned, he pulled out a velvet box from his coat pocket. he looked down at it, before looking back up at you, before looking back down at it again. he took a deep breath
".. mein liebling." he called out, gaining your attention. you turned over your shoulder, only to be met with the sight of your boyfriend down on one knee.
"...!!" you gasped and he softly smiled at your cute reaction.
".. let's get married?"
UGGGHHH TS SOOO BUNS 😞😞 it ain't proof-read either whay the heck
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who thought you were an angel when you two first met. he had spotted a soccer ball on the ground at a park and took it. no one was there to see anyway, and it clearly isn't very important if it was left behind. he throws it around for a bit, only for a girl his age to interrupt him and tell him that he was supposed to kick it instead of throw it. it was you.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who practices soccer every day at the same park when he manages to escape his home, his father more specifically. he was patiently waiting for you to show up again.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who gets so so excited when he finally sees you again. he acts nonchalant, waiting for you to approach first and was over the moon when you brightened up, obviously remembering him.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who asks you to hang out every day after you had school.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who you do hang out with every day. after class is over, you skip over to the park and spend the rest of the evening with him, it didn't matter how tired you were after school, you wanted to see him.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who you always shared your snacks and food with. you purposely never finished all your lunch, just to give it to him.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who you never questioned when he would show up to the park with a new bruise every day.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who let you take care of him and patch up his wounds just because you were so insistent.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who you hadn't seen in around a year after he turned 15, he just stopped showing up at the park, and after a month, you stopped showing up too.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who never forgot about you during his time in the soccer industry.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, whom, at 19 years old, found you again through social media, finding out you were in university, stalking all of your new friends and making sure not to like any posts on your page since he didn't want to draw attention.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who had struck the jackpot when he found out that ness was acquainted with one of your friends.
childhood friend!michael kaiser, who, you see again after a meet up with a few people in your circle.
fiancé!michael kaiser, who's forever grateful to his old soccer ball when you say yes to his proposal, if it wasn't for that ball, he never would have been blessed with a soon-to-be wife as beautiful as you.
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⟡ ── the boy who fell first and harder | BLUE LOCK
michael kaiser ˖ ♡
he was 9, you were 8.
was when he first saw you. a stray dog, tho skinny, was barking, menacingly approaching you. michael stood infront of you, shielding you from the doggy.
sitting on the ground at a park meant playing with papers, "color, color, which color, do you want?" you sang. and he was beyond confused. he didn't know he had a favourite color till you said, "i think blue is pretty."
the rain was slowing down, the sky was deep dark blue. you had given him your cartoon printed umbrella while you wore a raincoat, jumping from puddle to puddle.
"you'll fall," he warned.
"down worry i wont—" and you fell.
the umbrella dropped from his hand as he rushed to check on you. and you only grinned at him, saying you're alright. you were not. you fell first on your face and had a bloody nose.
he had managed to save money to buy himself a soccer ball.
"i wanna play too," you say, already ready, kicking the ball but your ankle twisted. deja vu happened and you fell first on your face. and yet you smiled through the pain. all cause you didn't want him to worry.
but he did. and so he knelt down to you and hugged you.
"you're late," you say. you sat on the swing, holding two popsicles. blue and red. blue for him. red for you.
he accepts it, sitting beside you on the other swing.
"i wanna try," you say, "let's switch!"
you didn't even give him time to process when you stood up infront of him, stealing his blue popsicle.
"my tongue must be purple now. bleh."
you:
:p
"...can i have the red one?"
"nope. both mine now!" you say, already running away while he chased you.
"what are you doing?"
"drawing you, michael kaiser!" you say standing up, showing him the sketch you made of him, michael kaiser! germany's golden boy and soccer ace!"
"...and beside me is...?"
"that's me! y/n! the michael kaiser's number 1 fan!"
a tall scary man approached michael, he was intimidating but softened up while speaking.
"what's your name?"
michael didn't answer immediately. till the man said—
"im y/n's father."
"...kaiser."
"kaiser? is that what they call you?"
michael didn't answer and stayed quiet.
"how ive raised my daughter—spoiled her too much, made sure she was kind to everyone." your father explains, "lately ive not been checking on her when i should have."
michael listens, confused, not exactly knowing where the convo was going.
your father sighs, "im very protective over her. but im hearing that she's stealing pocket money from her older siblings. and when i asked why she's doing so. she...she answered truthfully," he clears his throat, "she's giving it to you, isn't she?"
michael stayed quiet. and answers hesitantly.
michael knew where this conversation was going.
and you wondered why michael suddenly fought with you that night.
why suddenly he stopped talking to you.
you were walking down the streets with your father, your arm looped around his when you saw...michael.
you stopped.
"...michael...?" you called softly.
there he was, hands behind his back as the cops made him get into the car.
you wanted to run to him, but your father held your hand tight, "stay here."
"but, papa—! he—!"
"this is exactly what i warned you about. people like him will only drag you down."
you wanted to protest. but didn't cause your father's tone was stern.
the summer heat was killing everyone.
as the sun was dipping low, you were by the popsicle shop, reaching for a red one. the same time, a tattooed hand reached for a blue one.
you didn't look at him. just your eyes following his arm.
"still blue?"
"nah im gold now. germany's golden boy and soccer ace."
you laughed, finally your teary eyes meeting his, "sadly not next to your number 1 fan."
his heart broke a little, "im here, y/n."
you shook your head, "you said mean things to me that day."
"what can i say?" he rubs the back of his neck, "your father gave me cash to stay away from you."
"...was the money worth it?"
"not one bit."
"what's wrong, angel? you still haven't taken a bite out of your popsicle," he says in a teasy voice, "remember you ran away with mine, sticking out you tongue?"
the park still was the same. the swings did creak but were strong enough to hold weights.
"i'll run away with yours, just to get back to you."
you laughed at that, getting up, offering yours to him, "have it. you always wanted it."
"no, angel..." he grabs your wrist, "i wanted you."
"careful. you'd trip and fall again," the rain had slowed down. and yet, you were lively as always, jumping from puddle to puddle.
"fall with me then," you didn't give him a chance to speak as you pulled him.
but instead of falling, his strong arms held you, wrapped around your waist.
and your palms cupped his face, gentle fingers tracing the red line of tattoo under his eyes. then lower to the blue rose tattoo.
"blue is pretty," you say, "pretty on you."
he didn't wait longer, mouth pressing onto yours. the kiss was messy, wet, and full of need. all from the past years yearnings.
as the snow falls, michael pretends 25th december is just another christmas.
he pretends it's just about having a snowball fight with you.
pretends it's just about making snow angels and sticking a carrot as a nose on the snow man.
pretends that it's just about kissing you under the mistletoe.
but you don't let that happen.
"seriously, angel?" he raises his eyebrow, "a candle on bread rusk?"
"shush. it's supposed to be deep and meaningful."
"deep and meaningful? it's pathetic."
"everything's pathetic to you," you sulk, "go away, i don't wanna celebrate your birthday anymore—"
"oh no you don't," he grabs you, pulling you close, blowing the candle.
"stupid! you didn't even make a wish!"
"theres nothing better to wish than having you in my arms."
"...and you called me pathetic."
"out of love," he grins, "cause i love you," he says pecking your lips, "say it back or i swear i'll tickle you till you pee," he says already grabbing your sides.
"ok ok! i love you too, you menace!"
"and i love you more n most. it's not up to debate."
I get why nobody really asked about it considering Everything Else that happened in blue lock chapters 260-262 but what is kaiser's legal situation vis a vis ray dark and bastard münchen. does his father still have legal custody of him? it's possible that he's still kaiser's legal guardian but has in practice left him to be a ward of bastard münchen. but if that were the case wouldn't kaiser make some reference to it? kaiser very much conducts himself like an emancipated minor imo, and there's no indication that he's not getting every cent of that paycheck, and even an arrangement where his father is no longer physically in contact with him has potential for coercion (child prodigies are famously never financially exploited by their parents /s), as he needs to approve kaiser's status as (at some point) a working minor. but if he doesn't have custody of him, how did he lose it? by all accounts he has never given a shit about providing for kaiser, so it's possible he transferred custody over to someone else (and who would that be? ray dark? some third person who in practice will approve anything ray dark wants?) with no fuss, but it's equally likely that the guy who had been coercing kaiser into stealing from a young age to support them both would want to profit from his son's athletic career too. did ray dark have to sue? in which case kaiser's dad broke that bottle over his head in front of the police, so there's irrefutable evidence for a child abuse case, and they've got all the money of the bllkverse's fifa-analogue on their side too.
୨୧ MICHAEL KAISER who never expected his life to slow down like this.
it all started with a quiet night, when you hand him a small box with shaking hands. he looks confused at first, brows pulled together, sharp eyes softening when he opens it.
inside is the pregnancy test and it was positive.
for a second, he doesn’t breathe.
then his hands tremble. his lips part like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. his eyes sting, and he turns his face away, embarrassed by how fast tears come.
he pulls you into his chest, holding you tight, like if he lets go, this happiness might disappear.
“i’m happy..” he whispers, voice breaking. “i really am.”
but later that night, when the room is quiet and the lights are off, his thoughts get loud. he stares at the ceiling, jaw tight. he finally admits it, barely above a whisper.
“what if i fail?”
“what if i become like him?”
he talks about his mother, the famous actress who left him behind like he was nothing.
and was eventually given to his father, who always was drunk and angry, with hands heavy with pain instead of love.
he says he doesn’t know how to be a dad when no one has ever showed him how.
you turn to him, holding his face gently. you tell him that fear already makes him different. you tell him that the fact he cares means he won’t repeat the past.
“you’re not them” you say firmly but softly.
he scoffs weakly. “you don’t know that.”
“i do” you reply. “because you’re already worrying about protecting someone you haven’t even met yet.”
throughout the months, you remind him again and again. when he flinches at the thought of holding such a small life. when he overthinks every little thing.
you’re always there, steady and warm, telling him he’s doing good.
shopping for baby clothes becomes something soft between you two. he pretends not to care, but he spends way too long looking at tiny shoes. his fingers brush over little shirts, and his eyes linger. he buys more than needed.
“we don’t need this many” he says, arms full of tiny shirts.
you smile. “you picked all of those.”
“…the kid might grow fast” he mutters, ears red.
when labor comes, he doesn’t leave your side for even a second. his hand grips yours like an anchor. his voice shakes as he tells you to breathe, even though he’s the one barely holding it together.
“breathe with me” he says. “no— wait, you breathe. i’ll just— i’ll stay right here.”
you squeeze his hand. “don’t let go.” you whined.
“never..” he replies instantly.
when your son is born, crying and warm and real, michael breaks.
he cries openly, forehead pressed to yours, tears falling without shame. when you place the baby in his arms, he freezes, then softens completely. his expression changes into something you’ve never seen before. pure love. pure fear. pure hope.
“thank you..” he whispers over and over. “thank you for trusting me with this.”
“…he’s so small” he breathes. “i can’t believe he’s mine.”
you look at him and whisper, voice tired but full.
“you’re going to be a good father.. he’s gonna appreciate you one day”
months pass.
your baby boy becomes attached to michael in a way that surprises him. he follows him around, reaches for him first, calms down fastest in his arms.
“dada!” he giggles, reaching for him.
michael laughs softly. “yeah, yeah, i’m here.”
he looks just like michael — the same eyes color, the same sharp features, especially same hair color — but with your softness, your expressions, your little habits, and hair type.
when your son turns four, michael comes home from training, tired and sweaty. the house smells like crayons and paper. he finds his son on the floor, drawing seriously.
then he sees michael.
“daddy!” the boy grins, holding up the paper. “look what i made!”
“what is it?” michael asks smiling.
“that’s you” his son points. “and that’s me and mommy!”
he smiles. “daddy, you’re the best dad ever!”
the picture is messy and colorful. stick figures. one tall one, one small one, and a heart.
michael laughs at first, then freezes. his chest tightens. he crouches down and pulls his son into a hug, holding him longer than usual.
“…hey” he whispers, “you know that means everything to me, right?”
“mhm!” his son nods. “i love you!”
that night, after putting him to bed, michael comes back to you quieter than usual. he sits beside you, face buried in your shoulder. his body shakes, just a little.
“i did it” he whispers. “i didn’t mess this up.” you hold him, fingers running through his hair, letting him cry on you.
because at the end, michael wasn’t just only successful at soccer.
he finally got successful with the family he always wanted.
