Just starting this blog so forgive if it’s messy or smth lmao. I’m 18 and go by she/her, I primarily write for female inserts or gender neutral readers! This is a dark content blog that will mostly feature yanderes and dead dove! That includes: non-con, dub-con, gore or anything else your typical yandere might do! Please dni if anything of that is triggering or you just don’t like it. I’m not responsible for what you look at or interact with ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
Kaiser always liked messing with you, but you didn't think he’d take things so far.
(Warnings: noncon kissing, noncon touching, threats, power imbalances, yandere)
Working for Bastard München was a dream come true.
You’d been a soccer fan all throughout your life. You even played a bit in high school, though your talent never got you far. Nevertheless, your passion for the game lasted all throughout middle school, high school, and college. It was how you got to work for one of the greatest teams across the globe.
Seeing Noel Noa in person nearly made you faint, but your fellow managers kindly assured you it was a pretty common feeling. That was another thing you enjoyed about the league: everyone was so nice and friendly.
Except for one person.
The coach blew out the final whistle just as the ball flew into the net. The practice game was over, and there was one clear winner. Kaiser’s grin was feral as his team crowded around him, celebrating his amazing shot. It was an incredible play; you could hardly believe he pulled it off. Despite your reservations about the guy, he was incredible on the field.
You wish he could just stay on it forever.
The team gathers on the sidelines to take their much-deserved breaks. You’re quick to get to work, trailing behind the other managers as they begin to pass out towels and water bottles to the players. You make a beeline to Ali. He’s the biggest talker on the team; everyone hates being near him once he gets going. Maybe if you can get Ali to ramble about birds or something, he might not be too keen on bothering you.
He steps in front of you. You nearly collide with his chest. He’s so tall, you have to crane your neck up just to look him in the eyes. You think that he especially enjoys that. His blue eyes sharpen with delight.
Kaiser tilts his head. “Got anything for me?”
You look down at the water bottle and towel in your hands. Accepting defeat, you hand them over. His fingers brush over yours deliberately. As always, Kaiser makes a show of it. He languidly wipes at his neck and face. He downs the water like it’s liquid gold. Just when you’re about to attend to the next player, he snaps his fingers.
Reluctantly, you look back at him.
“Thanks.” He tosses you the towel. You barely manage to catch it.
He pats your shoulder just before he passes you. “What would I do without our sweet little manager.”
His tone is so condescending that you feel yourself heat up from embarrassment. Out of all the team managers, you’re the only one he calls that.
Players aren’t supposed to return towels to managers; they’re supposed to put them in the bin. Kaiser, however, treats you more like his servant than as your actual job title suggests. You have to ball up your anger as you trek to the rag bin.
One of your fellow managers gives you a sympathetic smile. You toss the dirty rag and grab another water bottle.
“That bad, hm?” She asks.
“No, just the usual amount of shitty.” You mutter.
“He’ll get better,” she tries to assure. “He just needs a bit more time, since you’re new and all.”
Yeah, more time.
They’ve been saying that for the past year and a half.
You’re not sure why Kaiser has a hyperfixation on you. You’re pretty average, all things considered. Despite your normalcy, Kaiser has made it his personal mission to whittle you down.
Everyone has acknowledged his behavior as abnormal. He’s never picked on any of the non-players of the team. He used to pretend they never existed until you came along.
He’d make jabs at your clothes, ghost touches that lingered on inappropriate if he was any slower, and that dreaded title: ‘sweet, little manager’.
“Ignore it.” Another fellow manager comes up to tell you. “He’ll stop eventually.”
You shrug. You glance out the corner of your eye.
Kaiser’s already staring at you. His grin is infuriating.
“Yeah,” you say, “eventually.”
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You’ve talked to Noel Noa twice in your life.
First: the day you got hired.
Second: the day you turned in your resignation.
He’s still staring long after you stopped rambling. His stare is so heavy, practically crushing you, and yet you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Even as he studies you from his chair, he still feels bigger than you.
He’d stepped down from playing a couple years ago, but even as head coach of the team, he’s yet to lose his intimidating stature.
“Are you sure about this?” He finally asks,
Noa has yet to glance at the slip you dropped on his desk. You drafted your resignation letter with a bold black pen and the neatest handwriting you could. He barely acknowledged it.
“I am.” You tell him. “Thank you for the opportunity. I’ll forever be grateful for all the experience I learned from this team.”
It sounds rehearsed because it is rehearsed. You practiced in the mirror, mouthing the words over and over so you wouldn’t flail in front of Noel Noa.
He only tilts his head, scanning you up and down. You wonder what he’s searching for.
“Did anything particular happen that made you want to resign?” He prompts.
You think of blonde hair with bright blue tips. A blue rose.
“No.” You smile with tight lips. “Nothing at all.”
He doesn’t believe you. You can tell.
“It’s a shame to see you go.” He says anyway, standing up and reaching out his hand. “You were a wonderful asset for this team.”
“Thank you so much, Sir.”
You shake his hand with all the confidence you can muster. You loved this team. You really did.
But it wasn’t worth it.
He wasn’t worth it.
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When you leave the office, you aren’t surprised to find Kaiser waiting for you.
He’s leaned against the wall, watching with sharp eyes as you continue to stare at the ground. Stupidly, you hope that if you continue to ignore him, he might not try to start anything.
If anything, that makes him more eager.
“Hey hey.” He grabs your arm, forcing you to stop. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Your lips curl into a sneer, but you’re forcing it back down.
“Kaiser, I have work.” Your voice is quiet even to your own ears. It prompts Kaiser to lean down closer to your face.
“Hm? What’d you say?” His grin is even wider.
You try to pull away, but he’s crowding you against the wall, lightly pushing at you. You're forced to take a step back, then another, then another until your back hits the tile.
“I don’t have time for this.” You say, just as quiet. The bite in your words is mute. He relishes this. Kaiser grins, showing white teeth that glint.
“Aw, C’mon.” He mockingly pouts and you bite your lip. “You were in the coach's office for a while. I was getting worried.” He cocks his head, assessing you.
“You didn’t get in trouble or anything, did you?”
“No,” you say firmly, “Stop it. I need to go–”
“Go where?” He prods, and you feel his hand rest on your upper thigh, daring to creep up.
You freeze.
He’s saying something else, but all you can think of is his fingers drifting over your thigh. He gives a firm squeeze.
“Get the fuck off me.”
You push him away. He stumbles back. It’s not strength that gets him off of you. Your burst of anger just surprised him. He’s used to your meekness, willingness to be pushed around. You use it to your advantage, immediately turning away before he can say anything else.
He doesn’t follow. You don’t hear the second echo of footsteps as you walk off. Relief singes at your fingers.
Just for a moment, just for a peek, you glance back.
He’s still standing right where you left him.
His smile is gone.
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For the next few days, things are strangely peaceful.
There’s no more beratement from Kaiser. You never suffered any more unwanted touches or annoying quips. It was like you were completely erased from his world.
You weren’t complaining. For the first time in a while, you actually looked forward to working with the entire soccer team, rather than just huddling with the other non-players. It was a nice change of pace.
It’s a shame the change only happened right when you were leaving.
A few days before you officially left, your little team of managers promised you a farewell party. You were looking forward to it. One last hurrah with your co-workers before you move into a new section of your life.
Things were finally looking up.
After hours, the club is pretty quiet. Most players just want to shower and go right home. You know, some like to stay behind to do a little more practice, but this is mostly when staff use the time to reorganize locker rooms and such.
You like working alone. Someone else was with you earlier, but you’d kindly waved her off, insisting you could handle it. It was less than an official storage room and more of a closet. You stood in front of the equipment, your trusty clipboard in hand. Someone mentioned that the team was running low on some items. You might have to edit some orders if they were true.
Loud footsteps echo behind you. You pay them no mind. Probably a coach. A player who’d forgotten their bag.
They stop right behind you. You don’t even bother to look.
“I’ll be just a second.” You tell them, assuming they wanted to set up some cones for last-minute drills.
“You’re leaving?”
Your fingers tighten on the clipboard.
Slowly, you turn to look at Kaiser. He’s still in his uniform. The smell of sweat and rubber is faint in the air. His breaths are slow as he glares down at you. Your eyes trail to his hand.
Your resignation letter is crumpled in his hand.
Something keeps strumming through your arms and legs. You want to fidget: shake your leg, flex your fingers. You feel nervous, though you aren’t sure why.
“Yes.” You respond as curtly as you can. “But that’s none of your business–”
“The fuck it is.” He crowds you, forcing you to back up into the storage room.
You’ve seen Kaiser angry before. On the field, or with his teammates. Never at you. There’s no reason to be angry at you. In his world, you barely exist.
Kaiser wasn’t angry.
That’d be too tame a word to describe him.
His blue eyes almost glow with the way he looks at you. Kaiser has always forced you to feel many things: embarrassment, discomfort, anger, and frustration.
Not fear. Never fear.
Until now, at least.
“You think you can just run from me?” He asks, but you don’t think he’s talking to you. His voice sounds rampant, unfocused. “You think there’s somewhere you can escape to? That I’d just let you walk away from me?”
The way he speaks makes something awful grow into the pit of your stomach. His tone is vile, possessive, and something else you’d rather not name. You feel small, like you’re a toy a child is no longer allowed to play with anymore.
You open your mouth, and then his lips are on yours.
There’s no softness, no gentleness. Kaiser is nothing but harsh and full of teeth. By the time you’re able to pull away, your lips are sore and bitten.
He lets you stumble back, reaching up to wipe your blood off his lips.
You should’ve taken that time to run, but you can’t. Your feet feel like they’re cemented into the ground as you continue to stare at him. Your lips sting. Something burns across your face as he advances forward.
You should’ve run. Even as he shut the door behind you two with a final thud, you knew that.
The tiny sliver of light barely gives you a glimpse of his figure before you feel him against your chest, shoving you against the wall.
“What are you doing?” It’s all you can say, all you can think. “Kaiser–what–what are you doing–”
“It’s my fault,” he says, but it sounds more like he’s talking to himself than talking to you, listening to the words form in his mouth. “I was too lenient on you. Everyone else saw it, and I thought that was enough.”
There’s a click of his tongue. “It’s clear you need to have some things spelled out for you.”
Fingers crudely snap in your face. You flinch, trying to back up against the wall, but there’s nowhere to run. Maybe that was the case from the first moment he saw you.
“Here’s how things are gonna go: You aren’t leaving. You are never leaving me. The minute you try, I’m dragging you right back kicking and screaming.”
You wordlessly stare back at him. Kaiser isn’t finished.
“If you want to try, I’ll make you understand just how hard things will get for you.”
The threat is clear and laced with venom that stings. You stop breathing, but your timid fear isn’t enough for Kaiser.
He leans into your space, lips right at your ear.
“Do you understand?”
Something about his tone makes your body snap up at attention. You close your eyes and nod, pressing yourself further up against the wall.
“Okay.” You find yourself saying. “I–I won’t….okay.”
You keep your eyes closed until you no longer feel him breathing down your neck. Even then, he doesn’t let up on his closeness. Strangely, his presence feels smaller, like he’s slowly calming down. You can still feel the rage emanating from his body, but the heat is a bit more bearable.
“Better.” He tells you. You flinch as he lightly pats your cheek, like you were some rowdy mutt.
“There’s this new restaurant that just opened up. It's too Americanized for me, but the food’s pretty good. Wanna go?”
You blink at him. He’s back to how he acted just hours ago, slightly leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, casual with the slightest hint of a playful tease.
How was he so casual about this? Why was he so unafraid? The minute you got out of here you planned on reporting him until he got arrested. You should have done that weeks ago, but why was he so confident you wouldn’t.
You glance down at his shoes. Yours were cheap, but you took care of them as much as you could. You wanted them to last. His were rugged and muddy and barely held together, but the brand was expensive. It probably cost an entire month of your salary. He’d easily buy another pair.
Ah, that was why.
That’s why the other managers brushed off his harsh words even though they edged on harassment. That’s why you still hesitate to say anything even though you desperately want to. You’re just a Pawn on the chessboard.
Kaiser is the King.
When you give a wordless nod, Kaiser preens, satisfied. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, jostling you to his side as he drags you out of the suffocating closet. You shrink under his hold, reluctantly following along as his head dips into the crook of your neck.
“Should’ve done this sooner. Everything's so much easier now that you understand,” he says, his voice muffled by your neck.
“After all, what would I do without my sweet, little manager.”
OMGGG IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING OF HIM!!! I’ve been waiting so impatiently patiently for this to drop and oml I don’t think my wedding day could beat this ❤️❤️
there's something so terrifying about the fem gojo fic. helping others sometimes get you in trouble. god, so scary but so well-written!
I’m so glad you thought it was scary! Sometimes it’s hard to gauge if something’s as scary as I’m hoping! Thank you for the sweet ask and I’m so glad you enjoyed the fic! It was lowkey based on a nightmare I had where something similar happened and I was like ‘that’d make a great fanfic 👍’
A woman is standing on your porch, her white hair whirling in the snowy wind outside. A man was hunting her, you couldn’t just leave her out there could you?
Word count: ~1400 sry it’s not as long, I wrote this literally in one sitting with a migraine lmao anything for fem Gojo 🫡
Yandere fem! Gojo x fem reader!
Dark content! Don’t like, don’t read!
A woman stood on your porch, shaking and obviously disheveled. You thought about all the warnings in your town, never, ever, under any circumstances, let anyone in after midnight until dawn breaks over the sky. And judging by the pitch black sky, you could confidently say that warning was well in place.
You looked at her through the peephole and felt your breath tremble in your chest. She was beautiful, a beauty that would have heads whipping back around just to get another glance. You couldn’t just leave her out there, not when you knew just what some men in the town would do to have such a pretty wife. Her white hair whipped viciously in the wind as she hunched in on herself to escape the biting cold.
But your hand only steadied on the doorknob after she spoke.
“Please let me in,” Her voice quivered and you swore you could see tears in her bright blue eyes. Was it possible for eyes to be so blue?
“There was a man, I don’t know where he is,” She turned to look over her shoulder like she was terrified of what could be lurking in the snowy forest behind her. She wouldn’t survive out there in only her thin shirt and pants that didn’t even cover her ankles.
So, with a quivering breath, you unlocked and opened the door, everything in you screaming your village’s warning in your head.
Never let someone into your house after midnight, it is only pretending.
She was stepping over the threshold of your door, cold skin brushing past yours as she moved past you.
“Thank you,” She said and you felt your heartbeat jump in your throat as you locked the door back. God only knows where the man she mentioned was and you didn’t want to risk him coming across your lonely cabin unlocked.
The lock seemed to click loudly in your ears like you were the one trapped now.
“I– it’s no problem,” You forced a smile onto your face and looked now at the woman before you.
She shouldn’t be alive. Her clothes were too light for the snowstorm outside and her feet were bare. Yet she showed no signs of frostbite, she wasn’t even shivering anymore.
Dread pooled heavily in your belly but it was too late for regrets now, you’d made your bed and now you had to lie in it.
“We girls have to look out for each other right,” She nodded along, her eyes wide and unnerving as those big, blue hues seared into you.
“Yeah we do,” Her voice was quiet, like if she spoke any louder something else would come out.
“I’m Gojo Satoru, but you can call me Satoru if you want,” And had your nerves not been such a mess, you might’ve felt something other than sick at her sweet smile.
You never gave your name, you didn’t want her to remember you once she left.
You sat in front of the fireplace with Gojo at your side, pressing her side against yours no matter how much you scooted down the couch until you were boxed between her and the armrest. You tried to tell yourself it was only to warm up, she had to be freezing from being out there, afterall, her skin was freezing where it was pressed against what was bare of your skin.
She talked on and on and it seemed you couldn’t cling to anything she said, your head felt uncharacteristically slow, like trying to grasp onto every individual thought through honey.
Even so, you were on edge, especially from how hard Gojo was trying to weedle your name from you.
“It’s only right I know the name of my savior,” She spoke close to you and you could practically feel her breath on your neck. She was too close, far too close, but your body refused to move away from her.
“Once I get back to my home, I’ll ensure you want for nothing for the rest of your life.”
Finally, through the sludge of your thoughts, you gave her a fake name. She didn’t look as happy to finally know your ‘name’ as you thought she would. Her eyes burned through you, like she could see the way your heart sped up with your lie. You clenched your hands into fists and tried to reorient yourself. You needed to lie down.
“I’m gonna head to bed, Ms. Gojo,” You said, your voice coming out breathy and you cringed at how it sounded. She grabbed your hand and on reflex on contact with her frozen fingers, you jerked away.
“You can sleep here or the spare bedroom in the back.” You muttered, your head feeling too light to think about how rude you sounded.
Despite this, she followed you to your room, your heart beating painfully in your chest and you could practically feel it in your throat.
Her eyes never looked away from you.
Nausea tried to choke its way up your throat but you swallowed it down with burning eyes.
What have you done? You should’ve just listened to your village’s warnings, you should’ve listened when your mother said your soft heart would be the death of you.
You still haven’t heard footsteps leading away from your door.
You can practically see it, that woman standing there, her silky white hair flowing down her back as she stood outside your wooden door frame. You could nearly feel her piercing gaze still burning through you.
You slid down the door and laid your head in your hands, a migraine already forming above your eyebrows. You took steady breaths, in– out. In, – out.
Your hand slid to the cold floorboards beneath you and you could’ve screamed as you felt something silky slide beneath your hand. Your stomach lurched and you scrambled from the door just in time to see right below your door where it didn’t meet the floor– was a single blue eye staring right at you.
You really did scream then, a shriek tearing itself from your throat as you watched the blue eye pull away, taking with it the white hair that crept beneath your door. Your heartbeat hammered so hard it made you sick and even now you still couldn’t hear any damn footsteps. She was still there, it was still there.
She called your name, sweet and practically mocking. Your real name.
A sob tried to choke up from your stomach as you pressed yourself against your bed, the cold floorboards biting into your skin.
Then, there was scratching. Deep and grating as she scratched at the wood that separated the two of you.
“Go away!” You screamed, ears deafening with the rush of your blood through them.
“Go away,” Your voice trailed off, weak and terrified and a horrible cooing noise came from the other side, in no way muffled by the barrier. It was spoken like she was right beside you.
“Don’t be so scared, I won’t hurt you.” Then the nails came to drag down your door once again, this time they nearly seemed frantic– desperate to reach you.
“Open the door, baby,” She called again, voice dripping with honey and anger. She didn’t want to ask again. But you wouldn’t open that door if it was the last thing you did. Everything would be over if you gave into the demon’s persuasion.
A loud thud made you nearly jump out of your skin.
Bang!
Bang!
Each hit harder everytime until you could see tiny chunks of your door flying off the hinges. You wanted to cry and with every thud, you came closer and closer as the fear made you nauseous.
Your head felt murky and you could barely sift through what you should do before there was one last, final bang.
She stood in the darkness of your hallway, the fireplace evidently having gone out to leave the house in darkness.
“I’m sorry,” You cried, your eyes screwing shut as tears burned down your face and your bottom lip shook. You were going to die and it was your own damn fault. You and your soft heart.
Hands, cold and gentle, cradled your face like you were something fragile that would fall apart at the slightest pressure. Soft lips pressed against yours, gentle at first. But the longer you stayed still and didn’t reciprocate, the harder she pressed. It was only when a cry of pain escaped you did she pull away, face flushed and a horribly warm smile on her face as she looked at you.
“Oh my love, how long I’ve waited for you to let me in.”
Just a small something to keep you guys alive! I’m sorry it’s taking me forever to put out something 😞. I’ve got like 8k of a Kaiser fic written and like 4k of a Gojo fic and I’m just struggling now to wrap them up! But here’s a peace offering to keep you guys interested in my works a lil longer 🙏🙏
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You see his shoes before you even register his presence. A single pair neatly folded beside where you’d haphazardly thrown yours. You stared at them for a moment then raised your head, heart thudding in your throat as your eyes caught on his wicked smile.
“Welcome home,” Gojo crooned in a sickly sweet voice.
You didn’t think, all you knew was that Gojo had somehow found you and he was sitting on your couch like you never escaped.
You turned on your heel, hand already fumbling for the lock you just put into place.
You’d only barely managed to open the door before a large hand was slamming it back shut.
The sound rang in your ears for a moment, your own heartbeat drowning out the sound of his near manic laugh.
His other hand came to rest on your waist, fingers digging in painfully as his breath puffed against your ear.
It felt like a nightmare– unreal, like you should blink a couple times and wake up from this nightmare.
But as your fingers dug marks into your palm, you knew you weren’t waking up from this hell.
“And here I thought you missed me,” He practically breathed onto your neck, pressing himself as close as physically possible.
You just wanted this to be a nightmare.
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I’ll prob come back and finish this another time but it’s just a wip for now!
I can't believe this is your first fanfic! The story is so good and the writing is so clear that I thought it was someone already experienced. I hope you can grow a lot :)
Awww! Thank you so much nonnie! Watch out I genuinely might be approaching you at high speeds with a kiss at the ready lmao. I’m so glad you liked the fanfic! I try my best to paint a clear picture but sometimes I’m worried it might be too meaty or not enough meat on the bone, so I’m glad you thought it was good!!
My first ask, thank you bestie! Also I mean sure! I might not be able to write for every request but I’d like to see what some people ask for so yeah my requests are open ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა!
Warnings: Yandere themes of obsession and violence, dubcon, noncon, nsfw and slight mentions of Kaiser’s backstory.
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You zipped the oversized jacket up to your chin, trying in vain to keep the biting cold out. It smelled good when you tucked your head down into the collar, just like the man standing beside you.
Kaiser watched, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. "If you wanted to smell like me so badly, Liebchen, you should've just asked." He smirked and you felt your face heat up under his watchful gaze.
He's just joking, your mind supplied scathingly. You looked away from his figure. He looked beautiful today, with a familiar scarf wrapped around his throat. It was one you gifted him years ago, when he was all you had in this world. You had spent your meager savings on it after seeing his frail body shaking like a leaf in the winter wind. It was before he could afford all the scarves in the world. Still, it warmed your heart to see him wear the one you bought him when this time of the year rolled around.
"Oh whatever," You huffed, something achingly soft and warm settling in your heart.
It was nice though, this close you could actually smell the bits of his scent that you usually couldn't catch with your blind beta nose. You hoped it only looked like you were trying to keep your nose out of the chill each time you ducked into the fabric.
"So, what have you been up to lately?" You asked, finally continuing your walk to the cafe you were intent on visiting before the alpha caught you by surprise.
"Nothing really, just been busy with the team lately."
You hummed in response, the cold always made you a bit more tight lipped.
"Didn't miss me, did you?" He cackled, walking so close behind that you were worried he might give you a flat tire.
It was kinda nice to see he was still the same boy he had always been, attached to your hip but he always tried to play off as not having enough sidewalk to walk on.
Now, you were nearly walking in the grass with more than an extra two feet of concrete on his other side.
“I guess I missed you a little,” You mumbled, staring resolutely forward, too embarrassed by your confession to look him in the face.
He laughed but it sounded a little choked, like it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do.
“How could you not?” You snorted at his pompous response, it was nice to see some things never change.
It wasn’t long before the two of you reached the cafe, Kaiser rambling about someone he played against and how he utterly destroyed them. You tried to tune out the pride in his voice when he described just how crushed and defeated they looked at the end, simply nodding along to what he said.
You were almost surprised when Kaiser followed you into the cafe, settling beside you in the booth rather than across. It didn’t slip your mind that he boxed you in between himself and the window. You ignored it though, maybe it was just some dumb alpha thing, even though you weren’t any omega to be protected.
You were just you, just another beta.
Kaiser’s thigh pressed against yours and anytime you leaned in to hear him better over the chatter of the cafe, it only pressed the two of you closer. Had it been any other man, any other alpha, you would have shoved him away, but this was Kaiser. The boy you grew up with and looked after since he was still shorter than your ribs. So you did nothing, didn’t move or shove him away, just let his thigh burn a searing warmth into your skin.
The waiter came by and you couldn’t help the warmth that swept over your face as humiliation kicked in. You felt so much more embarrassed with Kaiser practically pressed side to side with you.
The waiter had been the main reason you wanted to come to this cafe, you’d been eyeing him for a couple of trips now, trying and failing to muster up the courage to ask for his number. You’d been hoping he was a beta like you and you assumed him to be since you never saw scent patches on his throat.
Now, that thought was as far away as the moon. There was no way you could do something like that with Kaiser’s alpha scent all over you.
Your crush spared one single curious look at Kaiser before quickly settling back into his customer service smile.
“Hi, are you guys ready to order?” He chirped up, his demeanor so bright you could feel your heart beating a little faster.
You missed the way Kaiser’s face twisted into a grimace as he caught your excited scent over the waiter.
You ordered your usual, a macchiato and a slice of cake, and when you looked at Kaiser for what he wanted, he just asked for the same as you.
The waiter disappeared with a slightly tense look on his face and something like dread sat heavily in your stomach.
“Don’t you need to watch your weight for soccer?” You joked, forcing a smile onto your face to lift his sour mood.
“I burn it quick,” He said and a chill shot down your spine at the look on his face, cold and sealed off. You hated that expression, because you knew it usually meant you got the silent treatment or cold shoulder for however long his sulking lasted.
“I’m jealous,” You whined, trying to lighten the suddenly tense atmosphere between the two of you.
Finally, his eyes softened when he looked at you, “You are beautiful as you are, liebchen.” He smiled and for once it didn’t look like he was trying to bare his teeth into the action. It was soft and made your heart skip a beat. You looked away, focusing intently on any sign of your order heading your way. There was no way someone like Kaiser could return your simpering feelings.
He was still pressed nearly flush against your side, you had to avoid elbowing him as you shifted around. If you scooted any closer to the window, you’d practically be smushed into it so you sucked it up and settled in your spot, Kaiser’s warmth chasing away what remained of the chill. The waiter returned with your food and you jolted a little when you caught the look Kaiser sent his way. Since you were pressed so close to the alpha, you could actually catch a bit of his scent, barely contained anger tinged his lovely scent of cedarwood and oranges with a certain kind of bitterness.
You pushed away the uneasiness in your stomach, the scent of his concealed anger bringing back an unpleasant memory from your childhood.
It turns out, as you dug into your fresh cake, that Kaiser did in fact need to watch his calories since he kept subtly trying to cut bits off his cake and sliding them onto your plate.
You tried to kick up a fuss initially, tried to get him to eat more than a couple bites of frosting, but after he threatened to throw away the whole cake you decided to just eat what he gave you. Afterall, if you learned anything from your childhood, it was to not waste food or think of calling his bluff.
Kaiser sat beside you, unnatutally quiet and almost broody. You wished that he would talk some more beside short answers to any questions or conversation you initiated. You even wished he would talk about crushing his opponents again, anything was better than this silent and stiff Kaiser beside you.
But after you asked him about anyone he beat lately, his icy blue eyes found the waiter once again and you thoroughly avoided asking about that anymore, the look in his face similar to a snarl.
“Have you got yourself a girlfriend yet?” You asked, sipping on your coffee now that the cake was cleared (mostly your doing, even if you kicked up a fuss).
His eyes found yours as a hum rumbled from his throat, the look in his face had your stomach doing all sorts of samersaults. He looked so soft and gentle in the winter light streaming through the window.
“No one seems to stick,” He said, his answer vague but not enough for you to press for a deeper answer.
“Same here,” You sighed, stretching out your legs beneath the table, ignoring once again how you bumped into his own.
“Really,” He asked, a sharp laugh following after, like he was insulted by your answer.
You looked up at him and ignored the discomfort in your stomach at his face. He looked angry, but the kind of anger he hid underneath layers and layers until it finally bled through to the surface. You couldn’t help but feel scolded, like he knew that you had been eyeing up the waiter.
You felt anger simmer in your chest, you hadn’t seen Kaiser in weeks and now he shows up and has the audacity to chastise you for your taste.
“What’s up with you?” You asked, irritation prickling at you.
“Why? Do you think something’s wrong with me?” He snapped, teeth bared and had you not been a beta, you feel like you might’ve cowed under his glare.
“You’re so pissy today,” You returned his glare, heart hammering in your chest. You’ve always hated fighting with him, you could never quite unsee the boy that ran to you when his dad hit him worse than usual. Perhaps he knew this, and resented you for, resented the fact you could never forget his roots.
“What do you like about him?” You stared at him dumbly for a moment, unable to really process the abrupt subject change.
“Who?” You asked, confusion overtaking any other emotion you felt before. What on earth was he talking about?
“The waiter,” He hissed through his teeth, face leaning closer to you and this close to each other you could smell the anger that stained his warm scent.
“Wha– why does he matter?” You asked, feeling utterly wrongfooted at this abrupt change.
“Just answer. Is it his hair? Because he’s a beta?” He asked, he was angry that much was obvious but you could read the other signs in his emotions. He was upset. Upset over something. Maybe you were a bad friend. Instead of taking Kaiser to your home to talk in private, you brought him to the cafe where you’ve been eyeing up another guy.
Instead of voicing the apology that sat heavy on your tongue, the words were out of your mouth.
“He’s a beta?”
Oh, Kaiser was pissed then. His blue eyes burned with anger and his eyebrows pinched together in a scowl.
A cry echoed through the cafe, a girl’s shriek.
Kaiser ignored the sound until he saw that you were also snapping towards the sound.
Your heart stopped when you saw a man fighting to bite at the throat of a young woman. There was something sweet in the air that made your teeth feel sticky and uncomfortable.
“Oh my god,” You gasped, already climbing over Kaiser’s body. He grunted once and scooted backwards when your knee dug into his thigh but you couldn’t pay attention to that right now.
“Hey!” You called, anger flooding your veins as you stomped over to the man.
He looked at you, a savage snarl twisted on his face as he pinned the young woman down. Tears streaked down her face as her dark brown eyes found yours and it only solidified your courage.
Your hands were shaking, your bottom lip wobbling in anxiety. You were scared, you’d never challenged an alpha before, let alone one that was probably in rut.
He bared his teeth, sharp canines glinting in the cafe’s soft lighting.
“Get off her,” You tried to sound as stern as possible, but you were just a beta, you couldn’t truly stop him.
You looked around the cafe, expecting someone to have stepped in as well. For god’s sakes, a woman was about to assautled right in front of them! Then you heard it, the ushered whispering.
“What was she thinking, coming out in heat?”
“She probably wants that. Everyone knows you don’t leave your house while you’re in heat.”
Then you saw another girl, standing just a little ways away from the one in heat. She was shivering like a leaf and tears were glittering in her horrified eyes.
“Get off her,” You snarled, standing straighter at the sight of the terrified girls.
“She’s mine.” He growled and you shivered, fear clogging your throat.
You stepped forwards, you would rip him off her if you had to, give her a chance to run.
A shadow cast over you from behind, and then you heard a put upon sigh.
“Your heart is too big for your own good, liebchen.” Kaiser moved to stand in front of you, a snarl of his own twisting up his lips.
The other alpha cowered but maintained his grip on the sobbing omega beneath him.
Kaiser stepped forwards, a hand shooting out faster than you could see to grab the back of the alpha’s throat, effectively scruffing him and humiliating him.
Kaiser grinned, sharp and proud.
He dropped the other alpha on the ground, “Oh poor thing, better run along.” He goaded, his smile all teeth. The alpha did in fact scramble away, yelling out a “Fucking bitch,” over his shoulder before rushing out of the cafe doors so hard the glass wobbled.
You breathed a sigh of relief, tension bleeding from you like water off a ducks back.
You were thanking everything in the world that Kaiser had been with you today and so easily dealt with the other alpha.
You looked at the young girl on the ground, now being held in the arms of the other girl.
“It’s okay Lilia.” But then her fearful eyes were looking up in your direction, or more so right behind your shoulder.
You turned, confused at what the girl could still be scared of.
Then you saw Kaiser, looming like an ominous shadow over you, a scowl on his face as he glared down at the girls.
“Ah,” You said, realizing your predicament.
Kaiser had good self control, he didn’t easily fall prey to pheromones. It was something he had to learn when he presented in such a gritty place where people took advantage of a pheromone weakness to induce ruts or heats and claim they had been assaulted.
He looked honest to god, bored as his eyes met yours. But his face instantly tightened up when he saw someone walking up to you.
It was the waiter from before, looking uncomfortable and pulling at the collar of his shirt like he couldn’t get enough air.
“Excuse me, ma’am. The owner has politely asked that you leave our property.”
Anger boiled in your belly and suddenly you looked at the waiter a little differently. He had done nothing to help the girl, hadn’t helped a single finger or alerted the authorities and yet now he was asking that you leave.
“You should be ashamed, fucking coward.” You voiced in his direction before leaning a hand down to help the omega girl up.
“Do you need help?” You asked, softening your voice, even with the familiar scoff behind you.
The girls eyed Kaiser behind you and you hastened to assauge their worries. “He’s with me, it’s okay.” They looked slightly less anxious and finally you heard the omega girl talk.
“Thank you, for helping me.”
“Ah, no problem!” You smiled as she took your hand and you pulled her up.
She leaned on you pretty heavily and you couldn’t help but be thankful that you were a beta. The only bit of her heat you could smell was like a thick honey syrup that clung to the inside of your mouth uncomfortably.
“Get home safe, okay?” You asked, worry bleeding into your tone as they approached their car.
“Of course, thank you, ma’am. And uh,” her eyes darted to Kaiser anxiously, “Thank you too, sir.” He didn’t reply, and when you looked towards him, you found he had a grimace on his face. He looked uncomfortable as hell and you couldn’t blame him. He was this close to an omega in heat and he was taking it like a champ.
“Well, we’ll get going. Bye and please take care!” Then you were walking off, Kaiser already pressed close to your side, his warmth comforting amidst the sharp cold.
“What a shit day,” You muttered uner your breath, nerves utterly fried from your fight with him and the awful alpha. At least, he didn’t hurt that girl as much as he could have.
“Yeah, total shit.” he rumbled and you stopped in your path, making him bump into you with a slight omph noise.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, eyes already darting ahead for any issues.
You smiled, cheeks warm and your heart felt like goo in your chest.
You grabbed his freezing hand and almost flinched at how cold his fingertips were. “You’re such a good person, Micha.” You said, before stuffing your intertwined hands into your pocket. Hopefully that would help him warm up.
He puffed a laugh in the air, a real genuine one. It was such a pleasant sound, you stopped and simply watched as he laughed. The sight had butterflies dancing in your stomach. You don’t think you’re ever going to truly get over your first real love.
“You are the only one who would say such a thing, liebling.” His hand tightened around your hand.
You walked with him, side by side, to your house. There was something at the back of your mind that whispered that it wasn’t a good idea to lead him directly to where you lived but then you remembered that this was Kaiser, not some rabid alpha you couldn’t trust. You would trust him with your whole life and soul if you had to.
A memory surfaced of a locked door and panic suffocating you. It was when Kaiser had just presented, his alpha instincts were everywhere and unfortunately you had been too close.
He locked you in a room with him, claimed you were safer where he could protect you, away from those that woud hurt you. It didn’t matter how many times you cried that he was the one hurting you by locking you there. Everytime you fell asleep, he would leave to find food for the two of you. He never truly hurt you, but ever since, you’ve always been uneasy leaving yourself alone with someone else in a locked room.
Your parents didn’t question you when you showed up stinking like an alpha in rut after nearly a week, they just told you to shower off that filth.
You saw your house in the distance. It was small, definitely nothing compared to Kaiser’s own expensive penthouse. But it was home to you and it was something to be proud of.
You opened the door to your house and let Kaiser enter before you.
“You should shower,” He said, his eyes narrowing at something you couldn’t see or smell.
“Why?” You questioned, slightly insulted at the insinuation that you smelled bad.
“That omega rubbed her stench all over you,” He said before stripping off his outer layers. You couldn’t help but notice that instead of using the empty space on your coat hanger, he instead hung his on top of your jacket.
You shrugged it off, you were probably overthinking it.
“Okay, I’ll be out quickly. Just make yourself at home.” You said before heading towards the bathroom.
Your shower was quick and you could only hope you washed away whatever ramnents might have remained from the girl earlier.
You were feeling tired, as much as you hated to admit it. It was rude to fall asleep on a guest let alone one that rarely had free time that he decided to use on you. But you were so drained from this day, and to think all you wanted to do was check out some eye candy. Now you weren’t sure if you’d even be allowed back into the cafe, let alone if you wanted to go back with how horrid everyone there was.
“Micha, I think I--” You were standing there like an idiot as you took in what was before you. Kaiser was in your bed, blankets pulled up to his chin as he rolled around on the bed. His eyes were closed and for the first time all day, he looked at peace, comfortable where you sleep.
You should’ve gone to the couch, should’ve done anything but turn out the lights and crawl into the bed beside him.
He didn’t stir as you slid the sheets up and over yourself. You noticed that he’d stripped himself down to his shirt and boxers and you felt a warmth curl in your stomach.
You were so pathetic, yearning after him despite all the years. You were older than him for Christ's sake, you were supposed to be the responsible one.
You hoped it was okay, to sleep beside him one more time.
…
You woke up in the night to a burning heat. It was hot, unbearably so and when you tried to kick the sheets away from yourself, you found that somone’s legs were tangled with yours. You felt panic rise in you as you struggled to free yourself but muscled arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you pinned against the burning hot body behind you.
The more you shifted the more you became aware of something stiff pressing into your lower back and the more you thought about what that was the more you struggled to free yourself.
Finally, the person behind you grunted as your elbow hit them in the ribs.
“Would you be still, liebling?” He groaned deep in his throat as you accidentally ground against him again.
“Shit,” He grunted, arms tightening as he curled into the back of your neck, hot breaths fanning against your sweaty skin.
“Micha, let me go,” You snapped, bottom lip wobbling once again as fear crept in your voice. You hated this, it reminded you too much of when he first presented, too clingy to let you go and too paranoid to shut his eyes.
“I think I’m in rut, liebling.” He spoke out loud what you had been hoping wasn’t real.
“I– I can get you help, Michael. You just need to let me go.” You tried to pry his arms away from where they strangled your waist, but he didn’t even budge.
“It’s fine, you’re fine, liebe.” He hushed in your ear, practically plastering himself against your back, not a single inch of your skin spared from his touch.
“Kaiser!” You shrilled as one of his arms broke away from their hold trail down your belly, stopping to play with the hem of your shirt before sliding his scorching hand up your bare skin.
“Call me by my name, liebchen,” He placed a mean bite underneath your ear, and fear settled deeply into your hindbrain at his alpha teeth being so close to your mating gland.
“Kai–” A harsh bite had you whining before something wet and hot was swiping over it soothingly.
“Micha,” You cried out as his hand trailed higher, his palm rested under your breast for a moment, simply feeling the weight of it in his hand before he pulled your bra down entirely. You curled into yourself and unfortunately closer to the hand pinching and smoothing over your nipple.
“Micha, please,” You whimpered, trying to appeal to him once again not to do this.
“Shh, it's okay, mein liebe.” He hushed in your ear, laying kisses on your throat, eyelashes fluttering along your skin.
“It killed me to smell that whore on you, rubbing her disgusting scent all over you like she had any right.” He snarled in your ear and a yelp ripped from your throat when he pinched your nipple particularly hard.
“Stop,” You tried to pull at the arm still holding you down, but Kaiser took your movemnet as an initiative to flip you over.
You laid flat on your back, your sleeping shirt rucked up past your soft stomach, you knew you probably looked debauched.
His eyes were blown wide, a thin ring of blue the only thing visible.
“I’ve waited so long, so long.” He muttered, manuvering your legs so that he could settle between them. His hair fell over his shouler as he leaned down to capture your lips. It was burning and crushing, anything but gentle as he tried to force you to recirprocate.
He hissed before a hand was coming up to grip your jaw, squeezing until you opened your mouth with a gasp of pain.
He took his chance gladly, shoving his tongue as far as it could go down your throat.
There was the taste of blood before you even knew you were biting down on his tongue.
A snarl ripped from deep in his chest as he ripped away from you, a hand coming to cup over his dripping mouth, blood slowly oozing.
“You always did have fangs,” He laughed, his alpha canines catching the light in a silent threat.
He dove back in, a hand coming up to try and shove off your shirt, before breaking away, he took your bottom lip into his mouth and bit sharply onto it.
You squeaked, instantly trying to get him off of you, but you were no match for his built body. So easily he held you down, you had to wonder if it meant anything at all to him.
“Micha, please. You’re not thinking clearly,” You cried once again, cupping your mouth. It wasn’t a bad wound, but it still hurt.
Kaiser only smiled, tossing his shirt over his head somewhere in your room.
“My head has never been more clear, liebling..”
Your shirt came off with ease, you could barely hold onto the fabric before he yanked it from your grasp and you cringed when you heard the sounds of stitches ripping.
“Do you hate me?” You weren’t sure if you even heard him right, not when he asked such a thing while his fingers were disconnecting your bras clasp.
“Wha–”
“Do you hate me? Think I’m disgusting?” He asked this time rearing up close to your face, anger contorting his pretty features, a tick in his jaw visible.
“No!” You tried to shout, tried to hold onto your last thing covering your chest but he grabbed your hands in his, a sort of pained cry sitting on his face like it didn’t belong.
“You do, you’ll never see me as anything more than a boy who needed your saving.” It wasn’t fair, he should be able to make such a hurt face while his hand is smoothing over your skin, squeezing your breasts like they were his personal hand warmers.
“I’m grown now, not that snot nosed brat, so why did you never see me as more?” He asked, and you couldn’t fucking think because his mouth was on your nipple in the next breath and his hand crept beneath your shorts.
Your hand clasped around his wrist but his teeth just bit down on your nipple and a yelp ripped from your throat. You just wanted to wake up already, tell yourself this was all a bad nightmare and you’d wake up and Kaiser would still be sleeping on his side of the bed.
A moan escaped you as his hand trailed over your clit. He groaned with your nipple in his mouth, the vibration sending something hot down your stomach.
“Fuck, I can smell you from here. You’re such a liar, liebe.”
Then he was sitting up, grinding his bulge against your clothed heat, a cry falling from your mouth as he ground against your clit.
“Please,” You didn’t know what you were begging for anymore, for him to stop or to just pull your underwear down already.
He lifted your legs up, ripping both your shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. You shivered as the cold air hit the wet heat between your legs and something like a strangled groan came from Kaiser as his eyes zeroed in on your cunt.
“I knew it,” He huffed, his hand swiping over the glistening slick. He rubbed your clit harshly, before trailing his fingers over your entrance.
Your thighs closed on his wrist on instinct, everything in you telling you not to let this happen.
“Kaiser, you’re in rut. I can get you help, you just have to stop.” You begged, tears watering in your eyes.
His eyes finally looked away from where you had his wrist trapped, and now looked at you with a narrowed gaze.
“I have always wanted this. It may seem sudden but trust me, liebchen, I’ve always wanted to do this.”
Kaiser moved to settle on his stomach in front of you and your face heated when you realized what he was going to do.
“No! Micha, please, we can still stop this.”
He smiled and it looked utterly sinful on his beautiful face.
“This was always bound to happen. You have always been mine since you walked into my life.”
Then his hand was coming up to pull your thighs apart, freeing the hand still so close to your most vulnerable place.
Hot breath fanned over your slick folds before he gave a small kiss to your clit. You jolted back, a strangled moan getting caught in your throat.
He kept you trapped, hands on either side of your legs holding them open for him.
He kissed along your inner thighs, leaving bites that nearly broke the skin. He paused at your scent glands along the inside of your legs before he rubbed his cheek against it. A purr, unfamiliar and stuttering erupted from his chest, “I love you.” He muttered and before you could argue that someone who loves another doesn’t make them do this, his searing mouth was pressed flush against your cunt.
You let out a cry as his tongue licked up any slick that had been gathering along your folds.
You tried to squeeze your thighs together on reflex but he steadfastly held them open.
Tears built at the corner of your eyes as his tongue traced shapes into your clit, making sure not a single drop of your essence escaped his mouth.
He let out a groan when a gush of slick went straight to his tongue. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly but you tried to force it down, hold it out but Kaiser was determined to wring it from you.
His fingers prodded at your entrance, tracing quick shapes around it before finally entering while his tongue flicked and sucked at your clit.
There was just a hint of teeth when he sucked on your clit as his fingers curled and you couldn’t hold on anymore. Your orgasm rushed over you as Kaiser nursed you through the whole thing, only finally pulling himself away when you began to pull at his hair in overstimulation.
You laid back, legs shaking around his hips as he sat up.
A smile curled meanly on his face, his eyes narrowing at the sight of you breathing heavily. He watched as your breasts moved up and down with each breath.
He leaned down over your tired body, sealing your lips in a suffocating kiss.
His tongue licked at the dried blood on your bottom lip, groaning at the taste.
“I knew you were a liar, liebling.” His smirk was hellish, taunting and mean.
He shoved his tongue down your throat and this time you didn’t fight it, just let it happen.
“I love you,” He repeated as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He slid it up and down through your slick and you let out a small keen when it bumped your overstimulated clit.
He led the tip to your cunt, and groaned as soon as he felt your fluttering walls welcome him. You let out a moan as he pushed further, his breaths cutting short as he finally settled down to the base in your cunt.
“You’re so warm, so fucking perfect for me, liebling.” He groaned into your throat, leaving a mean bite at your pulse point before licking over it with a huffed breath.
“You’re mine, forever and always.”
His scent of cedarwood and oranges made your heart squeeze in your chest. You finally wrapped your arms around his shoulders and returned the kisses he’s been trying to force from you since the beginning.
Your nails dragged down his back as his cock hit a spot that had you arching up into him.
His chest heaved against your own and you found yourself tracing the pattern of his rose’s thorns.
It suited him. Such a sharp beauty, surrounded by thorns that stabbed and hurt.
A familair sensation coiled in your belly and you thought the same about Kaiser as his breaths got shorter and his thrusts sloppier.
“Fuck,” He breathed into your throat, rubbing his own against it in what had to be scent marking.
You thought of all the times he did the same gesture without you really thinking about it.
It made sense now that he was deep inside of you.
You felt something bigger trying to press against your entrance and your panic flared as you realized what it was.
“Micha–” You tried to cry, tangling your hands tightly into his hair as he tried to press his knot through your entrance with a hiss.
“Stop–” You shrieked, pain swelling in your cunt. It wouldn’t fit, no way. Yet, still he pushed, his hand snaking down to rub harshly at your clit in the same moiton.
“Relax, it’ll fit.” He breathed against you, peppering your face in soft kisses.
Despite the pain, you still felt another orgasm approaching.
“I’m– I’m about to cum,” You moaned, legs shaking from where you had clenched them around his hips.
“Me too,” It was as he left one final flick on your clit that you felt that thread snap and your climax hit all at once.
Suddenly, everything went wrong.
Kaiser forced the knot through your squeezing walls, his own cum shooting into your empty cunt.
You couldn’t even think about the pain splitting you in half when teeth were sinking into your mating gland.
Agony, pain sharp and hot rushed through your veins and tears burned down your face as a shriek left you.
Kaiser held through, thrusting shallowly, still chasing his own high.
He laughed, through the fangs still settled in your skin, he actually fucking laughed.
You would punch him, definitely hit him when he let you go.
But then, as he pulled away with blood still coating his pink lips, you realized Kaiser had never intended to let you go.
“We’re together forever, mein liebling.” He smiled, his bloody teeth catching in the moonlight. What you couldn’t miss though, was the soft, melting love he held in his eyes when he looked at you.
