This Is So Adorable

this is so adorable

Imagine Michael Kaiser who came home with the house looking rather cold and empty.

Imagine Kaiser who just came home after a long season, snow dust all over his shoulder as he relaxed as soon as he steps home only to find the lights turned off, making the evening dark like it already is. In an instant, he turned stiff as his cold palms started to sweat.

Imagine the way he just stood there, bag hanging heavily on his shoulder as he stood there unmoving. Then his eyes lay upon the snow slowly falling outside. He could feel his heart picking up its phase. The way his vision starts to reflect on the window pane and instead of finding his reflect in the mirror, his old, younger, dirty little rat self was the one he saw.

Imagine the way he starts to recall none of his painful childhood but rather the less and less time he get to spend with you. Ever since the season started he was gone most of the time and just recently, he played overseas before coming back and playing within the league once again. He did not fail to notice how you seemed to be hiding something from him nowadays. The way you woukd excuse yourself in the calls earlier than usual.

Imagine the way he starts to panic upon the suddenly realisation that you may have left. Left because he was too busy on everything but you. That you grew tired of him. Well he knew how nasty he could be, how rude and annoyingly aggressive he could be. But you would not leave him right? He could change, he will change, he could be better- woof!

Imagine the way he pause once again. The breath that he did not even notice he was holding finally escape. Did he just hallucinate a dog? "No buddy, be quiet. Der vati would be here in a few moments okay? Hold it in till then." Okay maybe he was not hallucinating. Or maybe he was, maybe you left and he was just fooling himself you didn't. Woof!

Imagine the way he hesitated, the way his hands slowly reach out to touch the switch lights and finally give light into the house. He did not missed the way he heard a gasp coming from the kitchen but even still, that did not make him feel any better, more than ever, it made him nervous. What if his fears come true? What if you are not in there? What if you truly left? What was he supposed to do then?

Imagine upon entering the kitchen area, the first thing he noticed was the presence of people in there and upon looking at the kitchen island. His blue eyes met with a pair of (eye color) ones. There you were, a piece of crisy bread crust rusk in hand as you take a bite only to choke upon making an eye contact with him. With no time to waste, Kaiser hurry up to help up, and as soon as your throat clear up, you burst into laughter.

"Heilige scheiße baby, when I was hoping to surprise you, this was not part of the plan." Kaiser hates surprises. "Nevertheless, happy birthday baby. Take you being born, you're the best gift I could ever have" Michael Kaiser hates surprises, it makes him vulnerable, the way he doesn't know how to react. "I tried my best but this is the best recipe I could make with your favourite food, crispy bread crust rusk." Kaiser hates surprises, makes him look back in the days were he often thought of one only to be hurt and disappointed. "Also." You whistle, then a hurry small steps echoed in the kitchen. "Here." You picked up a familiar dog. The dog the two of you often saw whenever you went out a walk. "I know I could have adopted a new puppy in the shelter but on my way into the shelter I come across him and was like, why no take this one in- baby, are you okay?"

Imagine the way you took a step forward towards him, setting down the dog as he watches you reach out a hand to touch him. Only when you wiped away his tears did he knew he has tears rolling down his cheeks. "Baby- scheiße- sorry, I suck at surprise. I knew it was a bad idea. I'm sorry-" You were cut off when he grab a hold of your hand and gently caresses it.

Imagine, Michael Kaiser hates surprises. It make him feel like a fool know he does not know what to react. At the same time, he realised he was no longer the child who have nothing, have nothing but a stolen ball. "Meine liebe." He do not know the face he was making but he felt bad for making you cry too. Gently, he let go of your hand and gold you on your cheeks before leaning down to have your forehead pressed upon each other. "Danke, Ich liebe dich." Woof! Maybe surprises wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

〈 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐎 〉 blue lock edition

mio’s thoughts: here we have shades of pink + oliver aiku + i just realized that i didn’t make one for kaiser or ness… *sighs and shakes head* another day

— free to use w/ credit

; itoshi sae

; shidou ryusei

; oliver aiku / v1 + v2

; sendou shuto

is the character you want not here? check these out (part one, part two, part three, part four)

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I LOVE WHEN HE DOES THAT FACE

NOTHING BEHIND THISE EYES

i really really like when this happens

TANTALIZING — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. bully!reader x virgin!choso !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : tantalizing : tormenting or teasing with the sight or promise of something unobtainable. aka playing with choso has always been your forte, but what happens when you discover he has a few tricks up his sleeve?

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. degradation, edging, use of sex toys, begging, choso is a perv & a lil scummy (ooc?), use of the term “slut”, slight praise (use of good boy), cum eating, minimal prep, unprotected sex, borderline hate sex, creampie — WC : 2.4k

“you’re such a disgusting little perv. you knew i was coming over and you just couldn’t resist, could you?” you ask, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. choso almost whimpers at the touch and you couldn’t help but smirk. “you want me to help you out or something? is that what this is?”

the two of you had agreed to meet up today to work on the group project for your class. you figured it would be best to join up with the quiet nerd in your class, but you weren’t expecting to walk in on him with his back flush against his headboard, head tossed back as he was using a fleshlight against his surprisingly pretty cock.

“n-no! i thought i would have more time — aah!” he chokes out, jerking into your hand as you run a finger along his oozing tip, slowly smearing his pre-cum around it. “i just — mmf — lost track of time.”

“you’re lucky you’re so cute.” you start to move your hand more, palms pressed against his hot skin. it was just enough for it to feel good, but not enough to send him over the edge. “aw, you’re blushing. don’t tell me…”

“what?” he gasps, trying to gain more friction.

“are you a virgin, choso?” you stop moving your hand, eyes trailing over to where his discarded fleshlight was laying on the bed.

the room was silent for a moment, choso’s heavy breathing filling the space. he felt the weight of your hand disappear, replaced by a sickeningly sweet release crackling under the surface, trapped under your mercy. he knew you wouldn’t continue unless he spoke up.

“yes.” he says hesitantly, watching your eyes light up in delight.

“i knew it.” you smiled, smugness taking over your features. your lips meet, a breathy moan escaping him as your tongue slips into his mouth.

it quickly turns into a messy kiss, saliva pooling in his mouth as his tongue swirls with yours. but he couldn’t help but feel so needy for you, your eager hands roaming all over his body as he claims your mouth. you pull apart all too soon, disappointment invading his senses as your warm touch leaves him. but it quickly melts away, watching you in wonder as you start to undress before his very eyes.

you start with your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side. he reached out to help but you swat his hand away. instead, you give him a show as you shimmy out of your pants, leaving your bottom bare. with quick, practiced fingers, you take off your lacy bra, the cold air brushing against your nipples.

“no touching.” you purr, crawling on the bed towards choso. his mouth goes dry, words escaping him as he takes in how beautiful you are. he wants to disobey, to reach out and touch you but he doesn’t want to break this illusion. the last thing he wants you to do is leave him in this state, a fire burning so vigorously in his gut that only you can douse.

you sit in his lap, his body jolting as your exposed cunt kisses his cock. he can feel your essence start to coat him as you start to move your hips, not yet giving into what he truly desires.

“you’re so mean to me.” he whines out, writhing below you. all you do in response is glide your cunt against his twitching cock. at this point, it was absolutely drenched in your slick, making it easy to rock against him — but never letting him in. “please baby.”

“not yet.” you smile not so sweetly. honestly, what else could he really expect from you? the one that’s been torturing him for as long as he can remember. catching him off guard while you walk down the hallways, showing off your short, cute little skirts. close enough to see but never close enough to touch. “good boys know how to wait.”

“but-” he whines, pleading with you. you almost want to give in, but another idea slips into your mind and takes hold.

“tell me, when you were using your fleshlight, were you thinking of me?” you ask, your voice lacing with an innocence he should know better than to trust.

“y-yes! always you-”he ruts up into you, trying to gain some friction. you let him get away with it for now.

“let me see.” the sweetness in your voice evaporated, leaving a simple command in its place.

“what?” he looked at you, confusion swimming in his eyes. the look on your face told him that you weren’t joking. he watches in inquisitive horror as your other hand picks up his toy.

“i said,” you ease off his lap a little bit, ignoring the way he reaches for you. “let. me. see.”

“alright,” he swallows thickly, nodding along as he takes the toy from your hand and lines it up to his cock. he’s about to start using it before your hand meets his. he looks up at you, watching your eyes darken with twisted hunger. it makes his cock twitch, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“so needy, aren’t you?” you slide the fleshlight agonizing slowly over his angry, inflamed cock. he hisses as you take your time, holding his gaze to see if he’ll challenge you. and of course he won’t. “such a cute little virgin.”

feeling you so close to him, your breath fanning across his face has his hips rutting up into the toy. you tsk softly, displeased that he went at his own pace. but you showed him mercy anyway, starting to pump the fleshlight over him.

“shit-“ he moaned, tossing his head back against the headboard. his chest heaved, warmth swirling in his gut. he needed more but instead he just dug his fingers into the sheets and let you take the reins.

“feel good?” you ask sweetly and all he can do is nod enthusiastically as you pick up the pace. “use your words.”

“feels so good,” he gasps, finally looking back at you through half lidded eyes. “please, please, please fuck me.”

“not yet.” you move faster, getting closer to him so you can kiss his neck. the feeling of your soft lips trailing over his skin sends his mind reeling, a dusty haze settling over everything as he loses himself to pleasure. “need you to come for me first, you know you want to. you’ve been doing so well, holding back for me. just a little more and i’ll give you what you need.”

the room is filled with the squelch of his cock driving in and out of the toy. its filthy, the way he pants, sweat gathering under his fringe. he should be embarrassed but instead his hips stutter as he lets out a choked whine.

“gonna cum-“ he can’t help as he thrusts into the toy, yearning hungrily for his high. and luckily, you let him. there was a moment you thought about pulling the toy off of him, leaving him to come untouched, but maybe that was best saved for another time.

his features just looked so pretty, face scrunching up in otherworldly pleasure, his neck and chest flushed with the prettiest shade of pink.

with a strangled moan of your name, he cums in the fleshlight, holding your hand down further onto it so he shove himself as deep as possible.

“good boy,” you praise, taking the toy off of him. you study it for a second, swiping your fingers to collect some of the milky substance before holding it up to his face expectantly. he raises an eyebrow at you. “what? you can’t expect someone else to ever swallow your shit if you don’t try it yourself. go on now.”

his eyes narrow at you as he leans forward, taking your fingers in his mouth as he swallows his own cum. it earns him a hum of approval from you. after all of the humiliation he’s suffered so far under your touch, it makes it almost worth it.

tossing the fleshlight to the side, you straddle his lap again, rubbing your soaked folds over his semi hard cock. it didn’t take long for him to harden again. he grips your hips with an iron hold, desperately trying to rut up against you.

“you ready, choso?” you purr in his ear, lining up his cock to your entrance, wiggling your hips a little so he can feel how wet you are for him.

“please.” he breathes. choso’s head spun as you swallowed up his cock, watching it slowly disappear.

he whimpers as he slowly sinks into you, toes already curling from the way your tight cunt envelops his cock. all he could see was your smug smile before his pretty eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“so tight, fuck, so soft-“ he all but whines into your shoulder as he bottoms out.

“better than your little fleshlight?” you smirk, teasingly rocking your hips back and forth.

choso didn’t know what happened, but something in him finally snapped when you mocked him this time. he moves around, pushing you onto your back before plunging back into you. he lets out a hiss, hips stuttering as he takes in your shock expression.

“you know, you talk a lot of shit for someone in your position.” he doesn’t move, trying to keep himself together. the last thing he needed to do was blow his load already.

“in my position?” you breathe out, trying to keep the edge to your voice. but it’s melting away, he can feel the way your cunt clenches around him, pulsing with interest as he starts to take control.

he’s had enough of your constant little quips at him, always making comments under your breath whenever he walked into the classroom, sitting in his seat that was directly in front of yours. he put up with so much from you, and it was time for a little payback.

“yeah, sprawled out under me like the slut you are.” he starts to move his hips. “it was almost too easy. all i had to do was act a little pathetic around you and you fell right into my hands.”

“you-“ you gasp as the head of his cock kissed your cervix. it was almost amusing seeing you struggle to find the words to bite back at him. “you are pathetic though.”

“and what does that say about you then, huh?” he lets out a harsh scoff, thrusting quicker and chasing his high. “makes you seem more pathetic in my eyes.”

“‘m not!” you whine, gripping onto the sheets as he drives you into the mattress.

“compelling argument.” he pulls out, savoring the sweet whimper you let out at the loss. he quickly flips you over, sliding back into you as he pulls you up so you’re on all fours.

“y-you-” you start, words escaping you as you try to hold onto the headboard for balance. everything you wanted to say vanished on the tip of your tongue, the way he was fucking you was too good, taking all of your thoughts with you. it all happened so fast you didn’t have time to think about how precise his moves were, how he knew exactly where to thrust to hit that gooey spot deep within you.

“what was that?” he lets out a breathless laugh at how well you squeeze his cock. he pushes your head down onto the mattress, your cheek pressing against the dark sheets. the power you were giving him was addictive, something he never knew he wanted. “cant hear you.”

“since when the hell do you talk so much.” you bark at him. he had always been quiet in class, reserved. the perfect target for you to pick on. never in a million years did you imagine this.

“i guess you just bring it out of me.” his fingers tighten against your hips, using it as leverage to fuck you harder into the bed. his hair curls around his neck, fallen out from the buns he previously had it in.

“lucky me.” you spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every thrust he delivers. watching you turn into a bumbling mess pushed choso closer to the edge, but he needed you to finish first.

he almost doesn’t bother helping you reach yours, but with the way your sweet cries of his name filled his ears, it had him second guessing himself. he wanted to feel your cunt flutter around his cock like the good little slut you are.

“yeah lucky you.” he pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest as he continues to fuck you. “wanna know what the best part is about all of this?”

“what?” you practically whine out at the new position, trying your best to match his pace.

“i lied.” he taunts in your ear, nipping at it. he feels your pace stutter at his confession before picking back up. “i wasn’t a virgin.”

almost to prove his point, he reaches around and effortlessly finds your clit, his fingers deftly playing with the nub. you cry out, cunt squeezing against his cock as you finish around him, calling out his name.

he’s not far behind you, pushing you back down onto the bed and grabbing a hold of your hips, plowing into you for his release. with the way you were still milking him, he gives into the feeling, moaning out as he pushes himself all the way in you and fucking his cum deeper into you with shallow thrusts.

he topples over you, trying to catch his breath as he can hear you doing the same. everything in his mind is a haze right now until he feels you shift.

you squirm out from under him and immediately start picking up your clothes, accidentally knocking the used fleshlight onto the ground. in a haste, you start dressing as choso watches.

“what? don’t wanna stay and cuddle?” he gives you a pleased little smirk, watching as your thighs still shake.

“this isn’t over.” you snap at him. he almost admires how stubborn you are, how competitive you can be. your little game of cat and mouse had officially started, and he was excited to see what was next.

“that a promise?” he tilts his head a little, bangs falling in his face, sticking to his forehead.

“it’s a threat.” you finish dressing, crossing your arms with a slight pout. but he knew you’d be back.

“sure it is. we still have to finish our project so,” he pauses, getting up and walking in front of you, wiping away a bead of sweat that trickled down your face. “same time tomorrow?”

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