Bachira between your legs was something you werent expecting tonight, after the long day you both had you were simply thinking he would want to cuddle into the night.
oh, but you were wrong, so wrong.
he has a small vibrator pressed up to your clit, giving you no breaks as you cum for the nth time this evening. two fingers plunge deep inside your awaiting pussy, dripping with need. he looks up, his eyes meeting yours as a cheeky smile spreads across his face.
"feels good?" he says as if he was asking about the weather. you try but cant seem to form coherent sentances, the words come out mixed with your sweet moans. he feigns innocence, cocking his head to the side as he continues curling his fingers. "what was that, sweets? you gotta answer when i ask a question."
“its— ah— a lot, sensitive….” you manage to say, overwhelmed from all the sensations as he presses the vibrator down hard on your clit, making you moan and squirm. "ill take that as a yes, atta girl,”
he kisses the insides of your thighs, gently nipping and sucking just enough to make some light marks on the skin. your hands reach to claw at the sheets beside you as he thrusts his fingers faster, hitting your g-spot with each thrust.
“you gonna cum?” he asks, and you nod frantically. His fingers slow suddenly and you groan in frustration. “thought it was alot, hmmm? c’mon, ask nicely.”
you sigh as he still delivers you pleasure from the vibrator, but barely presses it onto you, effectively trapping you from finishing. “please, wanna cum— ill be good, promise..!” he hums, pretending to think.
“mmm, good enough!” he slides his fingers back into you and turns to vibrator up to the max setting. Pleasure explodes as you hit your peak, your vision going white from the force and your previous orgasms.
he continues to press the vibrator on you, pulling his fingers out to lick off your arousal. “that was good, think you can do it on my dick next?”
you were in for a long night.
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・ ꪖ/n - cheeky draft cause i’m still having a writers block 👿
famous last words, you know. sae itoshi is the world’s biggest saboteur.
on a monday morning—his day off, mind you—, snuggled up in your shared bed, your alarm buzzes off. you groan quietly, reaching out of his arms and your blanket to pick your phone up.
6:45am. snooze.
you place your phone beside your pillow, blinking a couple of times to get ready to start the day without falling back asleep.
pretty normal, right?
sae has different plans, it seems.
you mentally form a list of things that have to be done before you leave for work, during work, and when you come home. lost in thought, you don’t hear the menace beside you stir awake.
when your second alarm goes off, your hands fumble around to turn it off. this one means you actually have to get up, or you’ll be late.
you carefully untangle yourself from sae’s arms—and legs??—, lowering one foot at a time as you try to quietly get out of bed.
“come back,” he murmurs, which you almost miss. but his grasp on your wrist was unmistakable.
“i have work,” you respond, voice quiet like his.
“get back in bed,” he sighs, turning to lay on his stomach with his face squished against the pillow.
“no, love, i have to go. i’ll be late,” you seem to be starting to get a little anxious. he can tell relatively early.
what he seems to not be able to tell is that you’re one more plead to go back to sleep away from throwing your phone at him. not that he’d hate it.
“okay,” he replies aftet a short pause. “go get ready, i’ll drop you off today.”
you faintly smile at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead before rushing off to get dressed.
(un)fortunately, he pulls you back into his arms before you can rush off.
synopsis: dealing with a reader who's somehow forgetful, but intelligent (gen!neutral reader, except for Kaiser and Vivian)
characters: newgen 11
a/n: no i don't have my tablet, yes this phone sucks and has a small storage that's why im using anything as header. yeah im probably gonna get it back by Monday, wish me well and hope it gets found.. this is an omnisciently long note but im kind of worried as hell about that tablet so and yes i based this off my current situation 😭
Julien Loki ♪
"Julie, have you seen my tab?" You asked as you paced around the room, trying to not look like you're frantically searching for it.
Julien stares at you, unamused before replying; "It's in the bedroom, I placed it in the table drawer."
You sighed in relief, running straight to the bedroom and opening the drawer to get the tablet — "I love you, Julie! Thank you, thank you. UGH. I thought I left it outside at the café!"
Julien shook his head, "So is that all?"
You gave him a quick kiss and a hug before running back to your bag, packing everything in a rush.
"I swear, you can memorize historical timelines and medical stuff but forget where you last placed your belongings..." He sighed, watching you head to the door in a mess.
He approached you, and helped fixed your stuff together. "I also want to know what's wrong with my memory.. it's really selective, and I'm concerned." You murmured in reply as he tied your hair up.
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Michael Kaiser
He was meant to be asleep, that's until you interrupted by pacing around the room. "What're you doing? Scheiße, you interrupted my amazing sleep." Kaiser groans as you continued.
"Have you seen my makeup bag? I swear I put it on my desk last night, but it's not there.. Ugh what if I left it at the restroom of the restaurant." You started to panic, somehow managing to make even more absurd scenarios.
Kaiser looked at you in disbelief, furrowing his brows. "We can just buy a new one, why are you making it such a big deal." He huffs before earning a glare from you.
"How about you help me look for it instead of saying such nonsense? HM?" You replied, okay you've officially lost it.
"For someone so smart, you're quite forgetful."
"Wow, Micha. That's really helpful."
You spent over 2 hours looking for it, just for him to find it in 10 minutes. "I remembered you placing it on the kitchen somewhere." He shrugged as you merely stay silent.
By the heavens, you were an idiot. "I hate you man, how did you do that."
"Well, for starters I don't forget where I put my things. And it's actually organised." Michael stated, you only frowned and left with your makeup bag immediately.
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Vivian Hugo
"Viv, vivi." You whispered.
"Viv, where's my phone..."
"Mm?" Vivian opens his eyes, blinking a little before trying to process what you were trying to say. "Ah. No, I haven't." He replied.
You gulped, "Oh no..." Starting to try your very best to remember only to end up overthinking of where it could've been.
Vivian stands up, and heads off to another room only to come back later with your phone in his hand as you made a.. clustered mess of the room in search of your own phone.
"Here, mon beau." He hands it to you.
You smiled brightly, before turning back to the sight in front of you. "Oh. Looks like we need to do some cleaning man."
"Yeah." He only nodded as you started picking up things.
He wasn't gonna help at all, he'll just admire you from the corner. Not like you'll do anything about it — "Vivi, are you helping or not?" You quipped.
Vivian pretended to ponder about it, "I'll reward you if you help me." You added.
He immediately rushes to your side and helps put things back as to where they were — tidying up quickly.
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Bunny Iglesias
"I'm home, ¿dónde está mi hermoso amante?" Bunny called out as he entered the apartment, only to be met with chaos. Piles of pillows scattered around, bags thrown off in different areas of the place — all room doors open.
All lights are on too, "Did someone break in?" He comments before looking for you. "Mi vida? Where are you?" Bunny asked as he looks around.
"What d'ya want?" You murmur, standing atop a chair.
He looks up at you, "Why are you there?"
"I'm looking for where I put my paints." You shrugged as you get off the chair, "I last put them in the living room but this morning it's gone. Have you seen it?"
"Mmm.. eenie meenie mini mo, I think it's in the closet." Bunny remarked.
You blinked, "Well, thanks!" You placed a quick kiss on his cheek and immediately ran to the closet.
"Eres tan torpe." Bunny watches you run away, following a little while later.
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Sae Itoshi
If Sae were to describe you in one word, he'd say smart. But unfortunately you manage to prove that impossible almost every single day. Why? Well...
"Where is it."
"Oh god.."
"Where could I possibly..."
You sat on the couch, bouncing your leg up and down as you frantically scanned your surroundings — Sae walks in a little amused.
"What're you doing." He asks blankly, you side-eyed him before looking away saying; "I'm trying to remember where I last put it."
"Last put what, where?"
"My.. wallet."
Sae went quiet, sat next to you and also wondered about the whereabouts of your wallet.
"Be logical, where do you remember bringing your wallet around?" He asked, you tried to form a coherent thought — which didn't really work.
"Ahm.. Uhm... I don't remember. What the hell, why don't I remember."
Sae gets up and walks away, heading off to different rooms to look for it. You follow shortly later, except you don't really help much.
You stand there as he goes through things ever so patiently, like an awkward child who's asked somebody to get their kite off the tree.
"There." Sae hands the wallet to you casually, "Don't lose it next time." He added.
"Thank you, my glorious fantastic midfielder handsome rich boyfriend." You commented before frolicking away.
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Don Lorenzo
To Lorenzo, you were the sharpest tool in the shed. Albeit your memory serves you otherwise.
"Mr. Funk Bottom Jeans. Get up." You stated, pulling the blanket off him, "I need to look for something on the bed. Can you move to the couch?" You stared at Lorenzo as he yawns before getting up.
He walks off to the couch, hoping to sleep again but he gets pestered once more as you continued to look for 'something'.
"Okay, that's enough I'm joining you." Lorenzo announced before heading back into the other room and looking at every place he could think off.
"If it's not in the kitchen, then it's in the bedroom!"
"Do you even know what I'm looking for?"
"No."
"I'm looking for a blindbag with merch in it, I was gonna open it today." You explained, he notes it down and gets back to looking.
"Wait what does it look like?"
"It's got a logo on it, color is yellow and black."
"Got it, yeah okay."
The both of you split up in different rooms, you were so close to losing it before he cheered very loudly.
"Did you find it?!" You ran to him.
"No but I found my old favorite team jersey."
"Dude."
"Yeah?"
"Go back to looking." You furrowed your brows and left, only for him to cheer again — "What now...?"
"I found it."
"Let me see!" Your whole face lit up as he gives you the blindbag. "I take it back you're amazing I love you!"
"Aww, I love you too." Lorenzo replied hugging you; "Okay but get off me now and go shower, you smell." You commented, pushing him away.
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Teddy Knight
You're everything but smart to Teddy, he'll give you some credit; everyone has their moments. But you have your moments, as in moments of brain cells being used for their intent.
Unfortunately for him, this isn't one of those nights.
"Get up." You stated, ominously in the middle of the night. Teddy only stares at you in confusion, smacking your face in the darkness — "Get off me, who are you?" He reaches for the light and turns it on.
"What're you doing...?!" He squints his eyes, "Go back to bed!" Teddy groans as you tried to push him off the bed.
You merely whisper to yourself, "Where. I'm.. This isn't..."
"Speak up, or I'm not helping you."
"Where's my bracelet."
"It's just a bracelet, my god."
"Well it's THE bracelet to me." You quip back, "Now help me or get off the bed."
Teddy sighed longly, before getting up and helping you look for it.
It took 2 hours, before he raised his hand up — gripping the bracelet in his hand and dropping it onto you as he headed off back to bed.
"Thanks." You said, watching him turn the lights off.
"Night." Teddy simply replied, drifting off to sleep.
it was a time where the blue lock project was officially getting another holiday— just like before; 2 weeks off, and today was a special moment where the families of those who still stands to get-together.
“so.. you’re telling me, he’s your brother?” karasu blinked, pointing at hiori yo, who was just glaring at the obvious look from otoya, “yep! yo-chan is my adorbs little brother!”
“.. are you sure?” the complex appearance between the two of you was so distant that they are not convinced— which was understandable, your skin is a little tanner than yo-chan who’s completely almost pale; hair completely different, it’s just your eyes are just the same.
infact even your personality is a split personality! you are so cheerful and beautiful, and he’s just so quiet and analytical— you practically ran up to them when you saw yo with them with a bright smile.
“mm!” you pulled yo to your side and if you squinted your eyes, they could see the resemblance in your features; but if it was just an eye to eye comparison, the two of you definitely do not look alike.
“nmhm,” karasu was staring at you— seemingly analyzing, “i could see it.” he finally concluded after two minutes, “honestly, i can’t.” otoya started once more; blinking almost unimpressed.
“look at their face, they share the same eyes and nose.” karasu said and looked further, and a hint of red could be seen before he looks away, “keep your eyes out of it, karasu.” yo’s polite voice was hinted with a threat. “i wasn’t even—!”
“yeah, but she’s so bright, and beautiful and he’s so.. calm.” he pulled the word ‘emo’ in his throat, you giggled at that, “thank you for your compliment!” you added a wink and otoya took a smirk out.
but before talking to them further— yo decided to speak up, “if you could stop disturbing my older sister.” yo’s glare is getting more and more sharper despite his calm demeanor.
yo’s left eye twitched, “say, could i get your numb— ouch!” your eyes darted to his feet who got stepped, “my fault, it was an accident.” karasu lets a small tch out but has a mischievous smile.
“nee-san, let’s get out of here.” “eh? but we aren’t finished talking to—“ “i’ll introduce you to my other friends!” “WHAT ABOUT YOUR NUMB—“ muffled voices was in your hearing as he covered your ears.
ft. michael kaiser . ooc! characters . whipped! kaiser . b2b . exes . suggestive . implied fem! reader . shorter reader . bro ooc! reader . switch! reader. switch! kai . implied mildly toxic relations . not proofread .
cw: explicitly suggestive lmfao (no like really suggestive), mentions of sexual movements
"[name], we shouldn't..." the star player of bastard münchen whined with a tone that was so foreign for anyone to hear from him. but it wasn't foreign to you.
"please, my teammates they..." he pleads, eyes glossy. but that cunning smirk that was barely visible on his face said otherwise. you somehow got this 6'1 absolute HUNK of a man below you. (for the literal thousandth time, first time without being partners tho!)
"nonsense, michael," you smiled, "so what if they find the star player in bed?" you asked. kaiser felt his face burn up red, perhaps like his flushed tip right now hahaha. "at least your teammates know that your capable of pleasing someone in bed," you whispered so sensually, warm breath tickling his ear.
he jolts when your hand presses on the ever increasing bulge in his shorts. "scheiße!" he attempts to curse but all that came out was a pathetic moan. "[name], you can't just..."
nails dragged along his muscular back, following the rhythm kaiser's pace went. positions switched as he's sobbing from the bouncing motion.
you both didn't want to go back to each other. and perhaps you did wish that kaiser ran back to his previous partner before you.
"gott, fuck! i love you, [name]!"
but, you'd slowly come to realize that you two are soul-bound. tied. michael kaiser could never move on from you, no matter how hard he tries. and that gut-wrenching feeling of his knowledge that you two were perhaps cursed.
perhaps soul-tied, but constantly in a messy knot. yet always untangled when fingers were sweetly intertwined.
a/n: try not to use perhaps in a sentence challenge go! i literally can't fucking be a student anymore ARHGHHH.
You’ve been giggling nonstop for the past hour now. Don’t get him wrong, Kaiser loves hearing your laughter but right now it’s starting to piss him off.
You just sit there staring at whatever it is on your phone and giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. He raised an eyebrow completely abandoning the book in his hands and focusing his gaze on you.
“What’s so funny?” He asked with a teasing tone to his voice.
When you don’t reply and keep smiling at your phone he frowned closing his book and moving towards your spot on the couch.
He tilted his head towards to take a peek at your phone but you were quicker to hide it, “Looking at someone’s phone without their permission isn’t nice, Michael.”
His frown deepened at that and moved closer to you, “What are you looking at? You’re been ignoring me and giggling like a lovesick fool.” you tut at him.
You bite your lip trying to contain a smile, “Well, that’s none of your business, pretty~” you poke his cheek and move to stand up from your spot but he swiftly sneaks his arm around your waist and forces you back into his chest.
“And where do you think you’re going, huh?” He smirks down at you successfully trapping you against his chest.
“Let me go, Michael!” You say through laughter.
He tilts his head up, pretending to think “Hmmmm… I think I won’t” he started slowly caressing your tummy.
“Now, you have two choices here, either you tell me willingly or I force it out of you, love” his fingers that were caressing your tummy just a moment ago moved to ticked you now.
Your uncontrollable laughter could be heard through the whole apartment. You squirmed in his grip and pleads started falling from your lips involuntarily.
“P-Please Michael! I- I’ll show you! Stop!” You managed to get it out while Kaiser kept attacking your sides.
He halts his movements and smirks down at you “What an obedient little thing you are.” for a second you contemplated not wanting to satisfy him upon seeing his shit-eating grin.
You sigh and move to reach for your phone unlocking it with ease. “There, happy now?” You push the phone in his face flashing his with an edit of himself.
He falls silent for a moment but recovers from his initial shock quickly and the grin makes it back to his lips. “Oh, so it’s me you’re drooling over, huh.”
You smile sheepishly and blush a little, “Well, they did capture your finest moments on the field…” you hear his giggling in your ears and you’re attacked again, although this time the target is your neck and Kaiser is planting kisses all over it.
A/n: I was a little busy today but it's still technically Valentines for me so here are some headcanons for Kaiser
He does not do low effort, if he’s yours, he’s always putting in the effort
Expect luxury, like a private reservation somewhere expensive
He dresses like he’s about to attend a red carpet event with a tailored coat, rings and his perfectly sharp eyeliner
He absolutely made sure that you would also look beautiful, buying you a dress that he knew would suit you perfectly and you would love
He buys you flowers, but not the basic bouque, something more like deep red roses, maybe white lilies mixed in
He doesn’t do soft PDA in public, he is way more possessive with his PDA
Hand on your lower back. Fingers hooked in your belt loop. Thumb tracing slow circles on your hip
If someone looks at you too long? He smiles but that terrifying, confident smile and pulls you into his side just a little tighter
He absolutely gives you a gift that’s symbolic, something custom maybe jewelry with a blue gemstone because he knows that you also love this color (wont admit it usually but he loves seeing you wearing something he chose)
Kaiser gets a bit quieter in private
He’ll sit behind you, fingers brushing your neck, tracing along your skin and if you touch his tattoo? The rose on his neck?
He goes still for a second.
He pretends he doesn’t care but the way his breathing shifts says otherwise
If you leave kisses along his tattoo, he absolutely lets you
“Careful” he murmurs “You’ll make me think you’re obsessed with me.”
He’s the type to whisper praise in the most arrogant tone possible
“Of course you look like that when I touch you. Who else could do it like me?”
Deep down, Valentine’s Day hits him harder than he lets on
Being chosen means everything to Kaiser
And if you wake up the next morning tangled in his arms, he won’t let you move
“Stay” he mutters, voice rough with sleep
“The day isn’t over yet”
arguments with this baby are rare. but when they happen, you give him a silent treatment. serves him right.
he exhales, going into the bedroom while you skim through the tv channels.
when he comes back, he clears his throat, surprisingly you look at him. finally. he hid something behind his back. a shark plushie. the most goofiest looking stuffed toy, "shark shark," that sweetness immediately made your eyes soften and heart melt, "shark wants to say sorry on my behalf."
you try to ignore. keyword: try.
"talk, talk," he continues, wiggling the plushie closer to you.
but you simply crossed your arms and looked away with a hmph. but he didn't give up. "he says he’s really sorry—" god, even his voice was adorable. "—he didn’t mean to upset you, and he promises he’ll never do it again."
