Kaiser X Motorcycle!

kaiser x motorcycle!

careful, he's shy!

“𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞”

-> comforting your boyfriend after he stared a little too hard in the mirror (978 words)

I read in rin’s “day in a life” that he hates his face because it resembles his brother’s and ran with it :>

Reverse comfort, insecurities (rin), sae is shit talked here what a shocker, cursing, abandonment issues, implied artist reader, itoshi rin needs a hug

“I hate them.”

“I think they’re pretty, Rin.”

The Itoshi brothers hardly bared any resemblance to each other when it came to looks. The elder, Sae, had red hair on the messier side, with slicked back bangs and a slim build. The younger, Rin, had dark flat hair, bangs kept down and a slim build with more prominent muscles.

The one feature they had in common? Their eyes. Bright blue eyes with prominent under lashes.

Rin hated his eyes.

“They look just like his, don’t you see?” Rin grumbled as he walked away from the full length mirror in the room’s corner.

“All I see are my boyfriend’s pretty eyes, no one else’s.” You countered. Rin merely rolled his eyes in response. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe you only saw his eyes, it was that he couldn’t see them as his.

No matter how hard he tried, he could only see his eyes as Sae’s eyes. He was the older brother, so they were his first.

It was just another trait that tied him to Sae, that’s all they’ve been since the night of their argument.

“Come on Rin, talk to me. You know I’ll always listen.” You patted the spot next to you on the mattress. Usually, Rin would be doing yoga by now. But tonight was different, he couldn’t concentrate on it.

He pondered for a moment. Averting his eyes from the rolled up yoga mat, to you, back to the yoga mat, and to you, again. He wasn’t thinking, he was only seeing. And what he saw were two very different distractions from the aching feeling in his chest.

One would train his body and mind, but it’d only fill his thoughts with getting better at soccer- being better than his brother. Someone he wanted to forget about more than anything right now.

And the other would put his mind at ease- his soul at ease.

It wasn’t a competition to begin with.

You noticed the way Rin’s face softened, shoulders dropping when his eyes met yours again. “There there… you can come here and relax now, Rinnie.”

He crawled into the spot next to you before turning over to face you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled, but that was the last thing you cared about right now.

“I wish he never left for Spain-“ his voice cracks. “things would be better. Everything would be better, easier.” You feel his jaw clench and tremble, he sharply inhaled.

“It’s okay to cry… I won’t judge or tell anyone.” Your words were all he needed to let go. Before either of you knew it, hot tears were streaming down his face, landing against your skin.

"Even if I beat him, would he still acknowledge me?" His voice cracked again, your heart cracking along with it. But you wouldn't tell him that in a million years.

Itoshi Rin hated showing any signs of weakness. He hated being vulnerable.

For him to be breaking down in front of you? It took all the trust and faith in you he had. You both knew that. The last thing you wanted to do was to make him feel guilty for letting everything he bottled up out.

But you did want him to feel the care you had for him.

"If your brother won't acknowledge you even after you prove how much more skilled you are than him, then at that point... it's on him." Rin's eyes looked up at yours, checking your features to tell how sincere you were being. "It's on him for missing out on having such a talented younger brother." You concluded.

"I want things to go back to the way they were... and I wanna be able to look into the mirror without hating everything about my face." The last part shocked you a bit. You always knew Rin was insecure about his face, but he'd only ever talk about hating his eyes the most. To hear him admit he hates his entire face...

"Rin, Look at me."

"Huh?"

"Look at me."

Rin lifted his head from the crook of your neck, looking you dead in the eyes. "Looking..."

You cupped his cheeks, swiping your thumbs over his tears to wipe them away. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks at the intimacy, but he didn't mind. Not this time, at least. He lifted his hand up to lay atop yours over his cheek.

He worried if he let go, the moment would end, and you'd be gone.

"I think of your face whenever I'm sketching, painting, anything. You're my muse, Rin. I don't see beauty in any of my art without you as my inspiration." Your tone was sweet and gentle, the opposite of what he's used to when speaking to anyone.

"Your jawline is perfect... just like your nose, lips, everything." You traced a thumb over his lips, never letting go of his face. "And your eyes... your eyes are the most beautiful pair I've ever seen in my life. And your eyelashes are just so pretty."

By now, tears were spilling out the corner of Rin's eyes again. Never in his whole life has he felt so... loved. And just like before, you wiped his tears away with a soft smile on your face.

"I... I love you. I love you so much." He choked out.

"I love you even more, Rinnie."You giggled.

"I still think I love you more, though."

"Alright, we aren't doing this tonight. You know I love you more."

Rin smiled. The sight of him smiling was enough to make your face break out into a grin. You pulled him closer, holding him tight against your torso as he found comfort in the crook of your neck once again.

That night he fell asleep happy with himself for skipping his nightly workout.

to those who are wondering whether i'm alive or nah; I AM!! so many things happened (i picked up cosplaying for fun and i'm in college rn) yes i still enjoy watching my silly little animes and no i don't think it's a phase sadly. ngl i wish i'd write more fanfics ugh i don't have the inspiration anymore :(( but to those who are still reading my old fics or to those who had just discovered my blog, hearts to yall frs 🦭💘💘 thank you sm for reading them (eventho i find some of them cringe but being delulu is the only solulu)

x : POISON :*+ﾟ

in which: kaiser is undeniably in love with you. tonight, he makes it known. you accept.

warnings: 1.4k words, making out, reader is injured, gn!reader, SPY!AU, 16+ content!! sexual tension lol

context: this was originally a snippet of my 5k celebration where i planned a spy!au for kaiser. however, that idea ended up being scrapped so now i just have this makeout scene that i wrote one night and i don't want it to go to waste. there's more to this scene than just the making out, but, reader gets hurt on a mission gone awry and kaiser kinda lost his shit and went feral on the enemy and that's where we are now ! enjoy whatever this is !

“don’t overdo yourself. no intense training for a week. remember to do your breathwork and stretches everyday, five times a day,” the monotone voice of the nurse fills your ears as you try your best to stumble through the hallways to remain in pace with her. “come back in three days for a checkup. recover quickly, agent.”

“thank you,” you grit, dawdling out of the hospital wing with your bed at the forefront of your mind. goodness, you just needed to lie down and think about how you’re going to train back into top shape again.

because despite only being out of commission for five days, your senses are already failing you, unable to detect the looming figure behind you. hands abruptly grab you by your arms, pressing tightly into you as you both stumble into the darkness of your now unlocked room. 

you would fight back, but the assailant’s scent is nothing but familiar, and instead of fear, your heart begins to race in anticipation.

especially as kaiser smoothly spins you around in his grasp, forcing you to continue walking until you hit the edge of your bed, causing you to sit down. the door closes behind the two of you and the only light source were the lamps coming from outside your window, allowing you to see the outline of kaiser’s face.

“what’s your problem?” you ask, irritation brewing from how abrupt his entrance was. “seriously? do you know how reckless that was to just grab me and force me into a dark room? i’m recovering too, what if you pulled one of my stitches? jackass.”

he doesn’t reply. in fact, kaiser is uncharacteristically silent and you wonder if the man in front of you was kaiser at all.

it has to be, no other agent in this facility has blue hair like his, or such a recognisable tattoo, or an addictive aura like his. 

“kaiser?” you say, this time breathy, quiet, and cautious. “is everything okay?”

the sigh that escapes him causes his whole body to shudder and you’re caught off guard when two hands come to hold your face, followed by the press of lips against your forehead. your breath lodges itself in your throat, unused to this kind of intimacy and closeness from kaiser. 

he doesn’t speak but neither do you because you’ve never heard a more sadder, disappointed sigh from anyone… ever, not from noel when you failed an assessment, not when you were unable to shoot the dummy in the heart, not even from yourself when you failed to clear a skill stage for the umpteenth time. so you’re willing to wait for kaiser to come around, for the silence to naturally melt itself away, for his closeness to stop overwhelming you, for your heart to stop racing as fast as it is. 

his hands then move to begin playing with your hair.

“i hate that i can’t protect you,” he finally confesses; a breath of rushed words rather than an actual sentence that is easily decipherable. 

“i don’t need it-”

“-i know; you don’t need help, especially from me, but fuck, i can’t help it.” you bite back the urge to say ‘i know’, suddenly remembering the crazed look in his eyes from that night. the memory sends shivers down your spine. “i can’t help but want to hide you from the world, to be beside you all the time where you’ll be safe- where i’d kill to keep you safe.” 

his words are no louder than a breath. the weight of his words fall upon your shoulders with undeniable force, causing you to sink against him, surrendering to the pressure of his admission.

“kaiser-”

“-i know. i know you don’t need anyone’s protection, i fucking know. because you’re stupid and reckless but so brave and admirable in everything you do that i need to be selfish when it comes to you. if i’m not then you’ll go flying off to somewhere i can’t reach and my love-” 

he pauses, faltering a little as he leans away from you, tilting your head carefully to make you look up at him. “-i can’t let that happen.”

something within you crumbles. with your own ears, you hear your ruination come alive with his words. “kaiser, we can’t be doing this. you know that. we’re bad for each other.”

“why can’t you be selfish with me too?” 

stunned into silence, you can’t look him in the eye, fearful of what would become of you if you did. you’re already overflowing, the walls that you once made unbreakable finally beginning to reveal their first crack. kaiser is maddening; truly maddening.

“why can’t you be careful with me?” you ask, voice cracking against your will. “you say these things but you spin me around like a headless horse. one second you’re at my throat, ready to push me off a cliff then-”

“-my love.” 

“don’t call me that!” you plead. “don’t call me that when you don’t mean it. i’d rather bleed from a stab wound than from love, don’t you know? i can’t keep fighting against you and your cruel games.”

you quiver at the feeling of him kissing the side of your face. the crack widens. 

“you win. you’re the emperor, you’re the mastermind, whatever, i surrender.”

he breathes in, exhaling roughly too as he speaks against your skin: “you’re not understanding me. i’ll be anything you want me to be. tell me to leave and i will. i’ll never speak of this moment again and i’ll never speak of my love for you again, but accept my heart and it’ll be at your mercy.”

as if matching his promise, kaiser sinks to his knees between your legs so that you were now eye-level. his eyes gleam with heart wrenching genuinity, his expression serious like you’ve never seen him before. you’ve witnessed kaiser gone manic, gone crazed, gone rogue even, but you’ve never seen him like this. 

he’s terrifying but deliciously tempting. 

the first step is terrifying, your hands trembling when they go to cradle his jaw. he falters.

the second step is even more horrifying, as you lean closer to him, you try to unlearn the security protocols you’ve needed to put up to protect yourself. 

the third is nothing but liberating because you’re now falling, so utterly helpless as you meet your demise, landing in kaiser’s embrace.

“you’re insane,” you mutter, stopping just briefly before his lips. 

he keens, desire dripping off of him like honey as he wills himself to not close the gap. “so you’ve told me. countless times before, actually.”

“your insanity must be rubbing off on me,” you joke, “be my lover, kaiser. for the night or for eternity, i’ve picked my poison.”

“then i’ll so happily drink it for you.”

with that, you seal your lips against his and his touch shatters you from the inside, walls fully collapsing at his will when his hands go to hold your waist, grabbing your shirt as if anchoring himself into this reality. 

“shit,” he breathes against your lips. “i can’t believe this isn’t a dream.”

“what if i was?”

“then never wake me up, my love,” he grumbles before standing up, never going too far from you as he slowly pushes you down. using your elbow to support you before you could fully give in and kaiser uses his arm to hold his weight as the other goes to your hip. “i’m yours, i’m all yours.”

he sighs heavily. “i can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you.”

this time, his kiss consumes you, intent on committing all of you to memory as his hands roam, too antsy to be able to remain in one place. your hands tangle in his hair, a subtle way of telling him to not go too far; not that he wants to. how could he when he has everything he’s wanted for the past decade in his hands? 

rendered so helpless in your grasp, the only thing kaiser can think about is pleasing you.

pain shoots up your body, causing you to fall back onto your mattress, breaking away from kaiser who gazes at you with shining eyes. 

“you-” you cough. “you have to be nice. i can’t breathe very easily. everything hurts.”

kaiser laughs, the sound reverberating through the darkness. “i can make an exception for you,” he promises, hands caressing against you like glass as he connects your lips with his again, intent on fully becoming yours.

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