#kaiser michael

Kaiser again

‎❦ synopsis: bllk men get withdrawals from your attention.

‎including: sae, kaiser, isagi

‎‎❦ sae

‎something was absolutely off. usually at this time you'd prance around your shared apartment singing or complaining to yourself—but now it was crickets. he watched you make breakfast for yourself, a blank expression on your face.

‎why? all because he called your current tv obsession half-baked, and in his own defence he didn't even think you'd take it this seriously. he felt as if he made one wrong move then he would be sleeping on the couch, so he said no more.

‎"so are you just going to ignore me?" he asks with a bored tone, sipping on that tasteless bullshit he drinks in the morning an unflavored protein shake.

‎now to him you were probably mad about his egregious statement against your favorite show but you were conducting a serious science experiment, one that would change human history. your hypothesis was that if you did not initiate emotional or physical intimacy then sae would hopefully compensate to restore "balance"

‎was it ethical? no. did you want to see what would happen if you pretended to be angry at him/ ignoring him? absolutely.

‎and so your little experiment began.

‎for the first two hours of the day it felt normal, nothing out of the ordinary, he was aware that you had the sleep schedule as capricious as the weather, so he paid no mind to it. it was only at this moment when it dawned on him that you were ignoring him.

‎by now he would have heard your favourite term of endearment, "kitten whiskers," or your odd jokes but no. he sat staring at you wondering when your shenanigans would end. not that he missed your nonsense or anything.

‎by the time it was midday he sat pouting to himself, today's practice felt weird yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. perhaps it was the lack of smothering you gave him before any matches or practices. maybe it could be the fact that you didn't even text him goodbye. sae was so engrossed in his sulking that he couldn't even pay attention to the vulgar jokes shidou makes. it got so bad that he nearly got hit in the face with the ball, emphasis on nearly.

‎the second he returned from practice he kicked off his shoes, flung his bag on the couch before padding to the bedroom and plopping right on top of you.

‎results: he barely lasted six hours.

‎conclusion: he seeks out affection more than he lets on.

‎"you realise you're sweaty as hell, right?"

‎"i know, just let me hug you."

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‎❦ michael

‎"i am not addicted to your attention." the blonde scoffs. looking back on this, he was seriously mistaken. the two of you interlinked pinkies as you declared a bet,

‎"tommorow we'll see how long you go without attention, if i win i get to post anything on your account."

‎"anything? on my main?" kaiser’s eyebrows raised.

‎"yes. don't tell me you don't believe in yourself." you taunt holding back a sinister smirk.

‎"we have a deal."

‎those were probably his famous final four words, because you were indeed correct, he was an attention whore—for you. he laid next to you on the bed and you didn't even move to pepper his face with kisses nor did you rake your hand through his luscious hair.

‎but kaiser put up a brave facade acting like your lack of attention didn't affect him, he could handle you not even looking in his direction or laughing at his strange jokes, but this? he could not handle the excessive amount of attention you showered ness with.

the second ness came through that front door, michael felt like he had to compete with his best friend ness, and news flash he wasn't winning. ness began to charm you with his sweet ‘boy next door’ personality, a type of shyness kaiser did not possess. hell, you even giggled at him, whereas kaiser didn't even receive as much as a mere glance in his direction.

in you're peripheral you could see kaiser's persona cracking fast, it was only a matter of mere hours—no scratch that minutes before kaiser finally gives up on the bet but only if you played your current cards right. usually in the many bets you made with your boyfriend you'd never really put all of your effort towards proving your point but this was the one time to get back at him.

by nighttime, as predicted, kaiser clung to your waist mumbling about he hated needing your attention. you ran one of your hand‎‎s through his hair, another reaching for his phone. it was time for revenge, you surf through a private album of pictures on his phone and post a old picture of kaiser in highschool sporting a cunty bald look.

you posted it on his professional account with the caption, “worked so hard my hair fell out.” you did this for two reasons, one, the memes that would arise from this picture would be legendary, two, revenge for him accidentally posting a picture of you sleeping in a contorted manner. you were now equal, so equal that you'd give george orwell a run for his money.

❦ isagi

you were having a great day, the sun casting its warm summer rays in a calm way. not only was the weather perfect but your hair, outfit and make was perfect too. to isagi there was just something about seeing you feel and look your best, it felt like a reward.

isagi only had a great day when you were looking at him. therefore his current dilemma. before he even got the chance to admire you, you were out and roaming the streets of spain before he even cracked his eye open. lying beside him was a small note which read,

“good morning, if you need anything i am just a call away. also good luck with the project ego sent you on, sincerely [name]. ps. that was not a reference to that evil man sincere.”

isagi groggily prepared for the so-called getaway ego plan for him. in all honesty he felt off kilter, practically thrown off of his familiar routine where you'd usually wake him up to soft encouragement or a kiss to the cheek, but today nothing.

he got to experience spain like a tourist, he went from one grand building to another, before joining the tour guide ego hired for him. how this would help with soccer baffled him but what could he say ego was kind of his coach and manager, meaning he had to trust the man.

isagi blends in with the crowd feeling a small twinge of pain on the left side of his chest, a pain that could be only soothed by your presence. every time he walked past a couple he'd glower at them also internally huff at the sweet gestures they did for each other. to isagi, you were so lucky getting the opportunity to explore on your own accord but he tried to stop sulking.

the second he returned to the hotel room, his smile up his entire face, he cast away his souvenirs and shuffled right next to where you sat huddled up in blankets, snacks beside you and watching some show.

“you're finally back, how was your day?” you greet, your hand patting the empty side of the bed just ready to unwind and soak in each other's presence.

“boring, you weren't there. if you were, it would been ten times better.”

“aww, well we have a few more days left in spain so we'll explore together.”

isagi hums, climbing into the bed and settling his head on your chest as you resume your show.

©mikaiswolfsbane 2026. taglist: @boba-rama

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: i made a version of my bllk favorite characters MINORS DNI!!!, visual sexual content, ignore this if you uncomfortable, age up rin and reo!!!

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: rough sex (karasu/kaiser/rin), 69 position, passionate sex (reo/hugo/sae), cunnilingus, cowgirl, breeding, cumming, etc.

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐨

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐢

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮

𝐒𝐚𝐞 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐦'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲9

𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 + 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮

𝐑𝐞𝐨 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐨'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨

.☘︎ ݁˖ 69 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐡?!

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐘𝐎𝐔

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐦

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧

.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: you can request your favorite character, i can make it plss

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silly things that happened during sex with your bllk bf !!

julian loki, micheal kaiser, alexis ness, hiori yo, sae itoshi, and hugo.

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julian lokis phone rang while he was kissing up and down your thighs, but it was quiet enough to ignore the sound until it went to voicemail. that person did send a voice mail and the sound of charles burping came out of julian’s phone as he was in the middle of spreading your legs apart and you broke out in hysterical giggles.

micheal kaiser tried to throw you on the bed but missed terribly, you fell on your ass and couldn’t get up. (you are limping currently and probably for the next few days due to his hard floors.)

alexis ness wanted to try switching him to top and you to bottom, when he finally started rolling his hips into you tears filled up his eyes and his lip started shaking, this bitch was crying. you wiped tears off his face but next thing you know he collapses on top of you, passed out. he wasn’t even halfway in you yet and he passed out.

hiori yo wanted to try anal sex, he wanted to have you gasping and whining under him. the one thing he didn’t expect to hear filled the room and the sound of thrusting hips stopped.

crack!

you felt a sharp pain from your leg and you gasped, “hiori was this your plan all along to make me into your fetish.”

sae itoshi slipped his pants off and fell backwards. you don’t even know how. he sat on his butt for about 20 seconds, glancing between you and between the pants down to his knees with his ice-cold, shivering stare, he made it look like it was your fault.

you two just had sex on the ground after that.

hugo sat on his chair as you got between his legs. he was reading peacefully as you teased his tip, only earning a twitch from it. you stared slow but eventually took it whole. a small movement from his cock caused you to gag on it and your teeth bit down as a natural reflex. his eyes widened and looked down at you, you pulled him out of your mouth and stared up at him, wide-eyed.

he’s had bite marks on his dick for a few weeks now and your banned from giving head.

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˗ˏˋ calling him "my husband"◌༘♡

summary: calling them your husband, this was a tiktok trend a few years ago, and it been on my mind.

characters: hugo, loki, sae, kaiser

c/n: fluff, may be ooc (I don't trust my characterization), suggestive if you squint, implied fem reader, mentions of food(?)

ೃ⁀➷vivien hugo

you and hugo were lounging on the couch lazily. you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone while hugo was lying on your lap, "reading". very mundane. except for one thing, you both were hungry but to lazy to cook so you had to find other options.

“okay so clearly since none of us are willing to cook, lets order pizza” you swiftly dialed the number and stated your usual order and then— “yes and for my husband he'll have anything that doesn’t have avocados…okay thank you”

hugo froze. his blank book slipped out of his hand and fell flat on his face. he sat up straight and looked at you wide eyed. the cogs in his brain turned trying to process that just came out of your mouth so casually. my husband. your husband. He kept on repeating the phrase as if he was tasting it, letting it settle in his chest. a faint blush started to form.

you looked over at him, with a little grin, noticing his shocked expression. “what?”

“husband?? me...but we’re not—” he paused. “well...at least not yet” he looked down. You could tell he was thinking so much about this. “husband” he whispered under his breath rubbing his ring finger. he looked back at you and gave you a little smile. he liked it.

when the delivery arrived, you went to get it and hugo tailed you. once you retrieved the bags, out of nowhere hugo looked at the man dead in the eye and said, “I am her husband” “vivien??”

the delivery man just chuckled and left.

you threw him a light punch at the chest. “what the hell was that?” “no take backs. marriage is legally binding.” oh God what have you done.

that night, after you fell asleep he silently measured the size of your ring finger, making a mental note of your ring size.

oh and his team DID NOT hear the end of it. he practically made it his entire personality

“who you texting” “my wife” “youre married??” “almost”

michael kaiser’s highest form of respect is calling you by your name.

Kaiser loves you in a strange way.

Contrary to common opinions held about the flamboyant man, he is not excessive in his affections towards you.

Kaiser doesn't do cute pet names like any other man in love would, nor does he shower you in endearments like you've seen people do their lovers in movies and books.

Instead, he just calls you by your name.

That's it. And that's all.

Curt, blunt and straight to the goddamn point, Kaiser refers to you in arguably the most boring-est way possible whilst being absolutely adamant on his refusal to call you anything else!

Gosh! Would it kill him to at least call you the fond terms everybody else calls their lover?! Even for a small moment?!!

The thought has you simmer in a fit of envious rage as your narrowed gaze landed on him across your shared bed, visibly occupied with the psychology book he'd been perusing this evening.

You would think, that the guy who was quick to assign everybody else a role in his life would have done the same to you, that he would've given you some kind of label like he did the others, however, and much to your absolute dismay, he hasn't even done that— he doesn't even call you his lover.

The realisation has your brain spin with countless questions and your heart thump with unease for your shared future — just what the hell were you to him?

"Micha…" Your voice is thin, weaved with uncertainty and taut with misplaced fury.

"Hm?" He immediately looks up from his book at the beck of your call, eyes fixating on your hunched figure with mild concern. "What is it [Name]?"

There he go again… just calling me by my name…

You huff with effort, arms crossing as your nostrils flared with irritation. "You keep doing that…"

"…."

Kaiser eyed you for a short moment, forehead creasing with growing confusion at your sudden change in demeanour. Closing his book shut and placing it aside, he gave you his full attention with a pointed stare and an arched brow.

"And what exactly is it, that I keep doing [Name]?"

Your jaw clenched instantly at his tone, frustrations growing tenfold. Ugh, did he seriously need you to spell out everything for him?

"You love to read psychology books, don't you? Why not use them to figure out what you keep doing?"

"[Name], reading psychology books doesn't suddenly give me telepathic abilities—"

"That! You keep doing that! Goddamn it!" You pointed at him an accusatory tone, ignoring the way he flinched under your blame. "You keep calling me by my name!"

"Well maybe because, I don’t know— that's your fucking name!?" His eye twitched at your sudden admittance, just what the hell were you trying to fight over now?

"Yeah but— but what about the cute pet names that couples in movies give each other?!" You whined with a phlegmy sniff, throwing your hands up in the air in disbelief.

"…What."

Kaiser resisted the urge to drag his hands across his face at your complaints for a non-existent issue. Were you seriously complaining about this?

This?!

Of all things to complain about— not being called a pet name was your biggest concern?

"Oh my God."

"Why won't you call me 'babe' or 'my love' like every other guy does?!"

"Because that's not your name." He persisted, unwilling to relent like you'd hoped.

Your silence to his response urged him to cup your face and guide you closer to his proximity. "And I'll always call you by your name."

"Why…?" You jut your bottom lip out in defeat, revelling in the way his calloused thumb rubbed at the flesh of your cheek.

"Because that's who you are, [Name]."

The blue hue of his eyes glistened bright with quiet devotion, a reflection of the ardent affections he held for you.

And curse him, really, because how could you remain stubborn when you could only see reverence in his desperate expression? When you could practically hear the deep candour of emotions laced in his soft admittance?

When you knew instantly that he meant every word he said?

What a cruel man he was, targeting your gentle heart that was simply helpless against the force of who he was.

"You're… you’re making me really angry, y'know?" You grumbled, voice muffled under his shirt.

"Don’t care.” He held you close, nose pressed against the warmth of your temple. “And… won’t apologise for it.”

Kaiser just couldn't bring himself to do it, to call you by anything else besides your name.

Because for the boy who has never once been called Michael, not by his father nor his mother, there was nothing more profoundly intimate than the direct acknowledgement of one’s existence.

A name is the unique manner of recognising an individual, and Kaiser has come to learn, that there is no better show of respect than speaking your name.

Nothing will come close to the intimacy of being seen.

You are not just his lover, that is not the extent of your existence, rather, you are someone who he has come to love. And Kaiser will always remind you of that every chance he gets.

There isn't a particular role you play in his story, not when he wishes that you simply live as yourself.

For the boy with no name will value yours with upmost reverence.

a/n: lwk this means sm to me, the art of calling someone by their name is a deep intimacy i can go and on about, and to me, love should always be founded on respect.

you are always yourself before you are anything else <3

i think kaiser perfectly encapsulates the emotion i hope to convey, btw this is the opposite scenario of my oneshot called just a love interest !!

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