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Art Collab with Myr on Twt 🫶🥹
Not only do we have Kumajiro in a suit, but we also have Kumajiro on all fours.
and what’s better than that
i remembered i have tumblr
kaiser doesn’t like your very awesome boxers
you and kaiser had been at it for what felt like hours now, making out on the couch like you were trying to eat eachother’s mouths off.
kaiser pulled away first, gazing into your eyes, “need you.” he whispered, barely giving you time to react before he began to tug the waistband of your sweats down.
but as soon as he did, there it was. your spongebob lucky drawls.
kaiser’s jaw fell open in a silent ‘o’ but nothing came out, he was just staring in shock.
“what the fuck?” he cursed, half-confused and half-offended. “no way you still wear this.” he gazed into spongebob’s stupid eyes painted on your crotch, scoffing.
“what? it’s spongebob. it’s tuff.” you bit back a giggle, kaiser felt offended how fucking spongebob was closer to your body than him.
he pulled your sweatpants back up before clearing his throat and getting up.
“i’m not having sex with spongebob.”
a/n: this is the smallest thing ive ever wrote pllsss 💔
2025-2026 — @reositos ★ don’t copy/modify/translate/repost to other sites. also don’t feed my work to ai.
I cannot begin to stress how important Alysa Liu is to a sport like figure skating. This is a sport that is rife with abuse and that has silenced women and has forced them to do as they’re told in order to win medals. This is a sport where authoritative figures exercise an immense amount of control over athletes from their childhoods.
Alysa left the sport because of burn out. Because of what she went through. When she came back, she said that she’d skate to whatever music that she wanted. That she’d be in charge of her training schedule. That she’d be able to take a very active role in choreographing her programs and choosing her costumes. Her entire comeback has been about her taking authority over her career. She is in charge of her own career, as it should be. As it should always be.
And she is now the Olympic Champion. Her trajectory is proof that an athlete taking control of their training, of their joy, and of their competitive career is absolutely paramount to success in sport.
Michael Kaiser ~~~~
hiiii <3 i love ur writing! could i request married life w kaiser if ur not too busy ❤️
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 MARRIED LIFE WITH KAISER ⋆˚࿔
.☘︎ ݁˖ synopsis : life with your husband
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ content + warnings : timeskip! au, domestic fluff, fem! reader | ft. michael kaiser
𓏲ּ𝄢 author note .ᐟ hellooo i hope i didn't take too long for ur request. thank u so much for the suggestion and the support (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶). i made it much longer than the previous one so i hope you enjoy it! the topics are kinda of all over the place as i was writing every idea that came to my head in the moment.
MICHAEL KAISER ─ life with him feels dramatic, intoxicating, undeniably his.
married life with kaiser is never subtle. he doesn't do subtle
he kisses you like he's claiming victory after a last-minute goal. it's slow, confident, a little smug of course. especially in public. especially when he knows people are watching
his ego doesn't shrink after marriage. if anything, it expands
"of course they're staring," he murmurs once at an event, blue eyes glinting, fingers tilting your chin up. "you're married to me." but it's not just arrogance, it's pride.
he loves beautiful things. tailored suits, polished boots, the sharp scent of his cologne. and you? you're his favourite luxury
he absolutely insists on dressing you for formal events. not in a controlling way, just dramatic
he'll stand behind you in the mirror, long fingers adjusting the fabric at your waist, platinum-blonde hair falling into his eyes. "perfect," he hums. "stand next to me. let them see what perfection looks like."
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at home though? he's surprisingly clingy.
not in an obvious way though. kaiser would never admit that
you'll be walking past him and suddenly there's an arm hooked loosely around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "where are you going?" "the kitchen." "hm. unnecessary. stay."
he loves resting his chin on top of your head, or on your shoulder if you're sitting
his presence is heavy, warm and intentional
when you two are home together, he always wants to be touched. not even in a desperate way. just constant and grounding
he’ll be sitting on the couch, scrolling through match replays, and without looking up he’ll tug at your wrist until you’re standing between his knees. “stay.” that’s it. no elaboration. his hands slide to your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your shirt and he exhales like you’re the only place he can actually rest.
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after late training sessions, he comes home quieter
he'll shower, towel dry his hair, then slide into bed behind you without a word. his body is warm and solid, like an anchor. he doesn't just wrap an arm around you. he pulls you flush against him. nose brushing the back of your neck. fingers clutching your waist. slow inhales. "don't move," he murmurs, voice low and rough from exhaustion. you tease him once. "clingy." he clicks his tongue. "strategic positioning." but his grips tightens slightly.
he loves when you sit on his lap. partly because he likes feeling you against him, but also because it puts you close enough that he can tilt your chin up and look at you properly
kaiser is obsessed with eye contact
when you kiss him, he pulls back just enough to watch your expression before leaning in again, slower this time
he kisses you like he's savouring something rare. one evening, you're straddling him absentmindedly while talking about your day. your hands are playing with the chain around his neck, tracing over the cool metal. his hands are on your thighs. firm and steady. he's listening, he really is, but his eyes darken just slightly when you laugh and lean closer. "you have no idea what you do to me," he mutters. it's not lewd, but instead almost reverent. he likes that you make him feel something that isn't competition.
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and when he's feeling truly vulnerable, he goes hushed
there's one night after a frustrating match where he feels he didn't score enough. he doesn't rant. nor does he brag. he just sits at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees. you walk over, standing between his legs like he does with you sometimes. your fingers comb through his damp hair. he looks up at you, blue eyes sharp but tired. ".. if i stop being the best," he says slowly, "you won't look at me differently, right?" and there it is. not ego but fear. you cup his face. kiss the corner of his mouth first, and then kiss him properly. he exhales against you, hands sliding to your waist and pulling you closer until you're nearly in his lap again. and later that night, he's hovering over you, hair falling into his eyes, gaze intense but softer than the world ever sees. he presses his forehead to yours. "you're the only thing i refuse to compete for," he breathes.
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after matches, when the stadium lights dim and the crowd fades, he looks untouchable. confident smirk, hands on hips, soaking in applause. but the second he spots you? that smirk softens. just a fraction. only for you. he walks over like he owns the field because in his mind, he does. he presses his forehead to yours through the railing. "did you see that goal?" you nod. "good," he says quietly. "it was for you."
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arguments with kaiser are intense
he hates losing in anything, even disagreements, but he hates distance more
if you go silent, he notices immediately. the teasing drops, and the sharp edges dull
one night you try to sleep facing away from him after a fight. there is a pause then an arm snakes around your waist. ".. don't do that." "do what?" "turn away like i'm not worth facing." it's not anger. it's insecurity buried under his pride.
he doesn't say "i need you." he says, "you're mine." and somehow, it means the same thing
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he absolutely spoils you
jewellery. weekend trips. seats at exclusive matches. if it's expensive, he buys it without blinking. when you protest, he scoffs. "what's the point in being the best if i can't give you the best?"
he loves when you wear his jersey number
he loves when commentators mention you
he loves when people associate your name with his
late a night, when the world is silent and there's no audience, he traces idle patterns along your arm. his blue rose tattoo peeking beneath his sleeve. his breathing steadies against your neck. "you chose me," he whispers once, almost like he's testing the words. you did. and despite the ego, the theatrics, and the constant need to shine, kaiser would choose you also. you're irreplaceable to him.
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to the public, michael kaiser doesn't get jealous
he's well himself. the adored striker. the walking headline. ego the size of a stadium. why would he be insecure? but he is possessive. there's a difference
you're at a sponsor event. soft lights, champagne glasses, expensive laughter. someone lingers too long at your side. smiles too wide. stands a little too close. kaiser notices instantly. his strategist brain tracks movement the way he tracks defenders on the field. he doesn't interrupt at first. he just watches. and when the stranger's hand almost brushes your lower back? that's when he moves. one smooth step and his arm slides around your waist. firm and claiming. "is there a problem?" he asks, voice calm. pleasant even. the other person laughs nervously and hovers back by the tiniest amount. kaiser smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes. when you're alone later, you raise a brow at him. "jealous?" he scoffs. "please, i don't like people touching what's mine." and his hand stays on you the entire ride home.
when he's truly jealous though? it's not explosive, just controlled
one evening after practice, he sees a clip online. you laughing with another player in the background of an interview. it's innocent. completely harmless. yet he comes home quieter than usual. you notice. you approach him while he's leaning against the kitchen counter. your hands slide up his chest, fingers hooking into the collar of his shirt. "what's wrong?" he studies you then his hands move to your waist, pulling you against him in one smooth motion. "i don't like imagining someone else making you laugh like that," he admits softly. honest and rare. you cup his face and reassure him. he exhales against your lips. "good," he mutters. "because i'd rather be the only one who gets to see that." his kiss turns deeper, slower. his grip firmer at your hips, not to control but to feel. to confirm you're here. with him. and nowhere else.
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he’s subtle and calculated about his jealousy in public
in private? less so
if you mention someone complimented you, his jaw tightens just a fraction. "what exactly did they say?" you tease him. call him dramatic. he steps closer until your back hits the wall, hands braced on either side of you. not trapping, just surrounding. his eyes search yours, intense and bright. "say it again," he murmurs. "tell me what they said." you repeat the compliment. he leans down slowly, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. "cute," he whispers. "they have good taste." then he kisses you. slow deliberate and possessive. not to prove anything to you, but to remind you.
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protective kaiser shows up in quieter moments too
one night you're overwhelmed. media comments, online noise, people dissecting your life because you're married to him. you try to brush it off. he doesn't. he takes your phone from your hand, locks it and sets it face down. then he kneels in front of you ─ actually kneels ─ resting his hands on your thighs. "look at me." you do. his expression is serious now. stripped of his usual tone. "they talk because they can't reach us," he says evenly. "they don't matter. i chose you. that's the only headline that counts." his thumb traces slow circles against your skin. "if anyone makes you uncomfortable, you tell me. i don't care who they are." and he means it. kaiser loves being admired but he loves protecting what's his even more.
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𐔌 . . . 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ꒱
✧ you were meant to die gloriously in battle. Instead, you find yourself engaged to the proudest prince in the kingdom. He is a man too noble to be doubted, too brilliant to be refused, and too afraid of steel to hold a sword. ― michael kaiser x fem!reader ⋆ incl. fluff, crack, reader is the fallen nobility of a kingdom that was once rivals with kaiser's (although that was like 200 years ago), very slight angst ❃ ུ ۪ wc. 2.1k 𝜗ৎ i reached a flow state while writing this. . it took me less than 30 mins, biggest flex
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