MICHAEL KAISER X F!READER ･ sfw, primarily fluff with just a hint of angst, established relationship. i love him in ways that cannot properly be described. but i tried. 1.1k words.
my first ever finished and published piece for him despite his residence in my bones for the past year and a half. i guess it's a little love letter to him because i was feeling some type of way today. decided to take my most prized barbie doll off the shelf for a while. i'm very normal!!! (lying) ･ (dividers by @/cursed-carmine)
Michael's teeth graze across the flesh of your neck in between kisses of determined reverence, languid yet possessive in their nips of endless hunger. You feel the turmoil stirring in his being, rarely subdued even when he has you directly in his grasp, because nothing ever guarantees that you won't suddenly slip from right out of it. So he is voracious in his consumption, a touch over-indulgent as if it might quell the fear that lurks within—the fear that only you are ever privy to.
You know the essence of him through his lips and his palms, and can read his soul like the stars in the sky. The master navigator of the map of everything that he is. And you know that when his fingers anchor into your hips and his teeth nibble restlessly at your throat, he is clinging to a pointless "what if," and an image of himself that is still tainted with shame. Even if he doesn't realize it, you do.
"Be my sweet boy," you say, carding a hand through his hair with your gentle request. Perched in his lap, you want him to revel in the joy of your closeness to one another, not wage war with himself in the proclivity to conquer.
"There's nothing sweet about me," he says so matter-of-fact, fingers only tightening their grip as he continues to mouth at you, to breathe in your scent. "Unless you count my victories."
You tug just barely at his scalp to pull yourself away an inch in protest. "That's not true," you reply.
He takes offense to this, your words ringing like individual criticisms—a coordinated assault on someone as guarded as he, because that is what he is used to. It's reflexive to perceive your contradiction as an attack, even if what you're saying is supposed to be nice. He still doesn't comprehend the complexities of 'nice.'
So Michael's eyes narrow, too riddled with intensity on the precipice of vulnerability to wave you off like he might anyone else. False pride can't fully man the defenses when your gaze is the one that penetrates. Because, subconsciously, he knows that you will only see right through it.
He doesn't say anything, but your resolute expression doesn't waver either as he studies it, tests it. You are his most infuriating opponent. His most beloved.
"And pray tell, what is it you think is so sweet about me, mein Fräulein?" he asks with a peeved, challenging grin, already anticipating an answer that will crack underneath his pressure. "Do feel free to share."
You know his games and his goals, both within soccer and outside it. "I've never seen someone look sweeter in their sleep," you reply while smiling and smoothing back more of his hair with your loving hands, though still with just the right amount of roughness to remind him you are not so easily shaken.
He scoffs into a chuckle and shakes his head, looking up at you with a hint of pity. "And you think that counts? Good god, I think your brain has finally fallen out of your pretty little head." It's derogatory, a final attempt at maintaining his pride, at pretending like he is the one who knows better than you. It's accompanied by the wandering of his greedy hands along your sides and back, gripping your body with that same subtle restlessness.
"No," you double down, tender all the while. "You're sweet even when you don't know it—even when you don't mean to be." Your fingers are soothing in his hair, yet your voice makes his chest tighten a fraction when it mumbles against his forehead in a kiss. "Like when you tread carefully because you think I'm asleep, or when you say I've lost my pretty mind instead of telling me to fuck off like I know you really want to."
You smile down at him knowingly, with an air of absoluteness, but not malevolent in the slightest. It enrages him. It comforts him. Why are you such an impossible thing to conquer?
Michael's jaw flexes and the tension creeps into his brow, dragging his gaze away from yours and back down into your neck. He noses at the skin there, bubbling with frustration as his hands slow and the gears turning in his mind quicken.
He breathes against you, feeling himself losing the battle. But there's a small part of him that's eager to surrender as always.
"You aren't supposed to know so many things," he murmurs through gritted teeth.
Your grin widens and your thumb strokes the clench out of his jaw. "Oh, but I do, meine Liebe," you reassure him, pulling him back to look him in the eye. "I know you are so sweet." You place a kiss to his brow, his cheek—slowly, with care, to ensure he recognizes the sincerity while his face rests like a precious jewel in your palms. "And I know you are so full of love."
Your voice has lowered to nearly a whisper as you gently pull his head to your chest for the warmest of embraces, closing your eyes and hoping with everything in you that the love you have for him can be felt. You hope it radiates outward from your heart and into his skull enough to convince him that you are right, because even if there is nothing else you are certain of in this world, you are certain of this.
His cheek melts into the heat of your sternum as he listens to the steady thrum of your heart against his eardrum like a lullaby. He knows that rhythm and cherishes it more than any other song in the universe, because it slips into his bones and makes it seem as though it were destined to be there from the start. When your blood sings against his flesh, it feels as though there might really be a place for him in this world after all—one he doesn't have to fight for.
Michael deflates and exhales beneath your touch.
'No, you are full of love,' he thinks. 'You are.'
Though...
Perhaps he could be too. Since you will allow it.
He stays in place until his heartbeat syncs with yours, then finally looks back up at you with his devout resignation. "Only for you," he states.
You grin again, relishing in the blue sparkle of his eyes. "No, I think you have more than that," you say, pressing the tip of your nose to his. "But I won't complain about being first in line."
He accepts your lips with a temperance he didn't possess before, breathing you in through a slow, earnest kiss when you give it. He doesn't know how right you are about anything else, but he does know that you are, in fact, the very first in line—you will be until he draws his final breath.
And that is a battle he can't be entirely disappointed in himself for losing.
accidentally shot myself in the chest 20 times last night by thinking about how there are probably no (in-universe) photos of michael as a baby/kid/teen
hi Robin dear, I couldnt help but notice your screaming on the dash about your faves. I support this wholly and am here to offer some blorbo thoughts for you once again <3
of course I must offer kaiser bcs well...yes
I think he would notice the little things about you. hes not good with wording how much he cares about you so its in the little actions. knowing how you like your coffee, getting your favorite snacks, putting his hand on your back in crowded areas, his eyes flickering to yours when he notices you fidgeting more than usual. little things that say he cares more than him just saying it
he refuses to let you know that he waits for you to fall asleep every night before whispering that he loves you and kissing your forehead. if you ever catch him doing this he denies it
he is your biggest rage baiter I swear. he just likes seeing the face you make when you're mad at him over small things. I dont think he would be the first to apologize after a fight, mostly out of stubbornness but if you dont apologize either he'll eventually break down and apologize.
last one for him! he likes to kiss your collarbones. I cant tell you for certain why but I think he does. he likes to rest his head in the crook of your neck or on your chest so perhaps out of ease or perhaps out of vulnerability
my other character i can offer up is atsumu, his will be shorter but I hope you enjoy regardless <3
hes a lot softer than I think most people would give him credit for. his touch is always gentle, not so gentle that you don't feel it but just tight enough to keep you from slipping away.
he loves kissing the back of your hand. when you hold his hand he swipes his thumb over yours and pulls your hand up to his lips.
when you two get into a fight hes also stubborn but I think he would apologize fairly quickly. he may be stubborn and hot headed but he truly cares about you, hes perhaps pouting the entire time but he apologizes nonetheless
love trying to make you flustered and then melts if you try anything back. like henjust becomes a puddle. definitely an ear blusher, but I also think his face gets fairly red.
okay, theres my contribution to your screaming over your faves <3 enjoy the day robin and I hope you're taking care of yourself <3 drink lots of water and have a lovely day
- ky 🐞
KY UR SO CUTE <3333333 sorry i’m late to this i got mega distracted by work the other day and forgot i saved it in my drafts 😵💫
ANYWAYS!!!!
i definitely agree that mihya probably finds it difficult to verbalize things like vulnerable feelings. and i often do too tbh so like i understand where he's coming from. he's def more of a non-verbal loverboy so those little actions and behaviors are how he expresses it <3
stubborn stubborn boy but he's also pathetic and can't truly fathom the idea of too big of a rift for too long when he causes friction. it will eventually make him self-destruct. so he learns to swallow the pride and fear and attempt to apologize when he's in the wrong, because the thought of being without you is worse than anything else he can imagine.
(also big big yes to him against your chest/neck. i always think about him having an obsession with the soothing rhythm of your heart and breath)
as for tsumu….. he can indeed be soft i fear. another pathetic loverboy at his core. absolutely a blusher when you start poking at all the right bits of him; peel back the layers and deconstruct the image he's made for himself and others to see. much like michael in that regard….. ough. they can be v sweet when you bring it out of them 🥲
like yes it makes him soft but also when you two cook together he also just kind of wants to bend you over the counter and fuck you till you're both crying
yes!!!!!!! like just the little connection you have in those moments is enough to make him a bit crazy. bc like i said before he’s been starved of affection his whole life basically so i feel like he gets hit by it like a freight train and needs an outlet for the intense feelings. he probably struggles to process it in any other way at first tbh lmao so like when you’re spending time at home together it just triggers something in his brain
it’s not even necessarilyy about whatever the domestic act itself it’s just the fact that you’re there doing it with each other which is pretty much all he’s ever fucking wanted!!! the love and acceptance! the safety!!! all the intimacy of it bubbles up in his chest until his dick is hard and he needs to pour out his love for you in the most intense way he knows!!!!! so good luck getting anything done tbh LOL
it’s just. yeah. once he wraps his head around the idea of domesticity and the love behind it he wants to explode
hi robin!!! coming to say I love you and hope you've had a good day <333 also here to yearn over kaiser with you though 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
early on in the relationship I think he's very defensive towards any kind of affection. just because he doesn't know how to accept it, like he thinks there's going to be some kind of catch so when they're isn't he doesn't know how to handle it.
I do definitely feel like he enjoys physical touch once you get past his feral cat stage though. like saw a tiktok earlier of a girl seeing if her bf melted into her kisses (like put his arms above his head to see if his arms would drop and he would lean into her) and it made me think of him (anything is about your f/o if you try hard enough). he leans into all touches you give him but still tries to act like he doesn't like them
when he gets sleepy I think that's when you can see just how much he enjoys leaning on you though. you'll try to get up after he forces you to join him for a nap and he won't even open his eyes. he'll just weakly grab at you and whisper "stay" under his breath. when he realizes he did it he'll panic a little bit i think, but when you lay back down and he realizes you're not judging or laughing at his vulnerability he can't help but smile softly
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE kiss his forehead. like gently sweet his bangs away and kiss his forehead. he'll go such a pretty shade of pink. you simply have to do it robin!!!
I think he's just such a sucker for the small moments of intimacy or domestic life. like when your laundry gets mixed in with his and smells like his detergent or when he accidentally uses your shampoo and now he smells like you. his absolute favorite though is waking up with you in bed with him and eating breakfast together. he hates it so much when he has to travel for games and can't eat with you.
he thrives off of routine and loves the little lives you've made for yourselves.
at home dates where he complains about your cold feet but doesn't push you away >>>>> going out to fancy restaurants where he has to worry about public image.
oh kaiser how we love you.
okay that's all i've got in my brain today ^-^ I love you robin !! make sure to take care of yourself !!! this is your reminder to drink water if you haven't already and have a snack <3
KY <3333333 oh god i love him so MUCHHHHHHH (and you <33) AHHHHHHHHHHHH
the way you’re soooooo right—he really doesn’t know how to accept it or handle it. very feral/abused kitty indeed. but his soul YEARNSSSSS for the love and affection; he’s fucking STARVED. and if you give it to him at the right pace i really think it would turn his whole world upside down in the best way
and yeah when he has a genuine cuddly moment he does NAWT wanna let go. he’s like when a cat acts like they want you to pet them but then start biting you but then start licking you and then back to biting you again if you try to pull away….. yeah.
FOREHEAD KISSIES x1 BILLION!!!!!!!!!!!! oh you gotta kiss his forehead so tenderly… with a sweet smile… watch his eyes go all vulnerable for a sec because he’s getting that affection he never had but always wanted… 🥲🥲🥲 AHHHHHHH
domestic boy yes!!!!! he doesn’t know what a decent home life even is so when he gets a taste of it he goes insane just from the little things; smelling good food cooking, waking up next to someone in a clean and familiar bed, just having the pleasant presence of another person nearby who isn’t expecting something specific from him…
oughhhhh i feel like he initially feels like these sorts of things are a little ridiculous and unimportant because he has bigger things to worry about but when he experiences all those little moments they just really touch him. it gradually makes him see the value in having a nice home and life with someone outside of just achieving all the surface-level materialistic shit yk. he starts really savoring the special little details and moments.
