#let the other person have fun but he's pushing himself to his limits and starts

[enjomo-arch]

@ferromagnetiic , asked : // 🌶️ is seastone in the bedroom a yes or no for him?

okay  honestly  lemme  answer  this  ooc  because  this  is  an  interesting  topic.  anything  regarding  sea  stone,  sea  water  or  weakening  him  in  any  capacity  even  within  the  bedroom  is  a  big  no.  even  handcuffing  him  or  soft  bdsm  play  -  nothing  crazy  is  insanely  depending  on  trust.  ace  can  trust  you  as  a  partner  with  his  life  but  having  himself  weakened  by  sea  stone  or  handcuffing  him  and  restraining  his  movements  at  some  point  would  trigger  his  ptsd  and  he'd  want  out  or  even  worse,  start panicking  and  pulling  onto  the  surface  he's  been  cuffed  to,  tearing  away  or  trying  to  escape,  getting  aggressive, violent or brutal even. it's the survival instinct kicking in.

because  impel  down  was  hell.  he  was  starving,  he  was  hurt  and  he  had  to  keep  his  arms  constantly  up  for  days  in  one  position.  numbing  his  bones  and  even  the  slightest  movement  would  burn  ace's  wrists  and  scratch  his  skin  off.  even  with  insane  trust,  if  he'd  let  someone  use  the  sea  stone  or  anything  on  him  after  a  while  he'd  start  getting  aggressive  and  want  out.  he's  not  having  the  fondest  times  with  it  and  he'd  rather  keep  it  out  of  the  bedroom  too.  

#ferromagnetiic #ii. hiken › out of character . #ii. hiken › study . #tw: suggestive #yeah no ace is a big no no to any form of restraining his movement #He starts feeling uncomfortable and soon it shifts into panic #Or sudden attacks or outbursts of aggression if he can't get out #Or promised to /not/ get out bc u kno he wants to keep promises and also #let the other person have fun but he's pushing himself to his limits and starts #To act like a triggered animal trying to defend himself from trauma from the prison

[mysicklove]

𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄

DAY 2: SUB SPACE + MOMMY KINK

With: Satoru Gojo

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Sub! Gojo, Fem? reader (no pronouns just use of names: mommy and mama), unreleastic portrayal of sub space, mentions of BDSM (rough treatment, degradation,whips, mistress/master use), safeword use (at the end), lots of cooing, Gojo unable to think properly, praise, comfort, clingy/needy Gojo

A/N: this was actually really fun to write! i did a little research on what subspace feels like, and it says it varies from person to person, but it is a sort of euphoric experience. sooo idk! lol. also, a lot of ppl r here for gojos personality, and I feel bad bc he is not like his usual self in this bc of his headspace...dont hate me gojo simps

Gojo Satoru is kinky. Plain and simple. He has tried many different things throughout his lifetime, and he is now confident enough in many different types of sexual play. He spends way too much time on the internet buying all sorts of toys, cuffs, ropes, whips, just to build his secret obsession. He has been with many people, and has always pulled them down to the dark side with him. 

But through it all, he has never found a partner to really push him to his limits. They all get too scared to hurt him, and call their safeword too early. They get uncomfortable when he sobs for mercy, or in other situations, begs for more pain. Gojo doesn't want to be just treated harshly, he wants to be broken. His standards are higher than most.

And finally his dreams came true when he met you. You've been into BDSM for years now, and even if the two of you are dating, you have a strict contract of rules you must obey for eachothers safety. It was cute, he was practically trembling in excitement when he saw the agreement, signing his hame sloppily, and waiting for your next move.

It was strange seeing someone so cheery and upbeat turn into a different breed during a scene. He was long passed the brat now, every defining thought fucked out of him. He's been slapped around, beaten, scolded, forced to orgasm, and humiliated in the past two hours. He has never had anyone treat him this rough. 

A huge part of him loved it, and a small part of him twinged in fear whenever he heard you begin to move again. It sent a multitude of thoughts to his brain, What now? Are you going to hurt him? Was he being good now? Another punishment? 

His blue eyes follow your every movement, and he flinches when you bring your hand up to his face, expecting another slap. You chuckle at the movement, gently petting his face. It takes him a second to realize what is happening, but from there, he melts into your hold. He presses himself deeper into your hand, eyes heavy from exhaustion.

Satoru accomplished his goal though. He was, for the first time ever, wrecked. His hair is matted against his head, damp from sweat. His body is covered in hickeys, bitemarks, bruises, scratches, and marks from the flogger. He was trembling, muscles contracting every couple of seconds without permission. Drools coats his lips, and it starts to drip down his mouth and onto his chin. His eyes seem to be in a different world, cloudy, and half lidded. His cock lays spent against his thigh, flushed red, and leaking just the last of his cum.

But even through it all, he's smiling at you. It’s a fucked out sort of grin, lazy, but content. His cheek is pressed against your palm, and he's nuzzling into it, basking in the softness of your touch, contrasting your earlier actions. “There ya go. You doing all right, Satoru?”

He blinks at you, slow, and thoughtless. “Yeah.”

You climb onto the bed next to him, brushing his hair back affectionately, and a little worriedly. He looked rather beat, and his exhausted eyes made you want to end the session now. “Alright, lets clean you up, and get you to bed,” You soothe, hands rubbing at his thighs, hoping your touch brings him comfort.

Immediately he pulls away, a small pout on his face. “Noooooo,” He uncharacteristically whines, grabbing at your hand. “Wanna…Wanna go some more. I'm doing good, right Mommy? No more punishments,” He pleads, tears coating his eyes. “Reward. Wanna reward, pleaseeee.”

Mommy wasn't todays title. You were called mistress, and master today solely. His words made your eyes widen, and you instantaneously knew he was deep into the subspace. You've seen glimpses of it, the way he becomes uncharacteristically obedient and he gets slightly giggly, probably from the light headed feeling, but he looked deep into his now. His words dragged out, and his body was obviously spent, but still he craved your approval; he wanted nothing more than to please you now. 

Affection, love and care is what he needs right now and you were happy to provide him with it. So, you straddle his lap, and place kisses on every surface you can touch. His body is warm, and he goes slack against your hold, mouth falling open. “Do you want to cum again, ‘toru? Or just attention?”

He goes silent for awhile, his mind hazy, and not liking the idea of making his own choice. He wanted you to take care of him completely, to let his mind slip away, and for you to control his ever thought, movement. “Please,” He mumbles, face scrunching up with frustration.

You are quick to apologize, recognizing his situation almost instantly. “Alright, alright. I'll take care of you. Lets cum one more time, can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

Pretty boy. A nickname unlike the harsh ones he received earlier: brat, slut, dog, whore. In the moment it only increased to turn him on, but now, he wanted to be good. The thought of you calling him those names made him want to tear up, and sob into your arms. He didn't want you to be mean anymore, he wants you to love him. To praise him on anything and everything. 

He jumps when he feels your hand drift back to his cock. It aches from all the abuse from earlier, and he lets out a shaky whimper, not liking the pain as much as he once did. “H-Hurts,” He yelps, wishing for you to make it better. To fix it all, why did everything ache so badly? He wants comfort, and as quickly as possible.

You kiss at his tears and pull his face into your neck. “‘m sorry. Was Mommy too rough with you today? Shhh, it’ll feel better in a bit, just relax,” You encourage, beginning to slide your hand up and down his length. He twitches and mewls from beneath you, fighting the feeling of overstimulation and pleasure. He wants this, he wants this, he wants this so badly, but he wishes it wasn't so uncomfortable.

He shakes his head into your neck, “Wasn't too rough. I'm fine, Mama j-just make me feel better, please,” he whispers, voice hoarse, and soft. One of your hands pet his hair, while the other strokes him off, shushing his cries, and reassuring that he will feel better soon.

You were right of course, the pain of overstimulation died off, and Gojo felt like he was melting. Everything is so warm, so light, he feels like he was on cloud nine. He feels loved, and every loose thought was traced back to you. “Love you s-so much.”

You grin at him, pressing your lips to his. His lips are chapped from his excessive panting, but you don't mind, licking at the plush flesh. He whimpers and groans, his hands pawing at you to pull you impossibly closer. When you pull back, he follows you, letting out a small huff in complaint. You pepper his face with kisses in apology. “Love you too. Such a good boy, Satoru, I'm so lucky to have such a pretty boy.”

He withers under the praise, nodding his head dumbly. He wants to coax so more out of you, but he can't think of ways, so he just rest his head on your chest, and chants, “Mommy” on repeat. 

Your hand is slow in pace, careful to not overwhelm him. It slides up and down easily, his previous cum acting as lube. His cock is bright red, and you almost feel bad for it after pulling so many orgasms from it earlier. You are suprised he is still even awake, sure, he looks and acts exhausted, but by this long he is usually passed out. He must be awake only because he is searching for praise and comfort from earlier. To not find himself in a sub drop.

You catch his eye, and a wobbly smile pulls at his face. You chuckle at him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Whaddya want from me?” He asks, voice cracking in the middle of the sentence.

“Hmm?”

He taps his forehead against yours, hazy blue eyes staring into yours. “Wanna command. Wanna be useful for you.” 

You smile warmly at him and he shivers, leaning up to kiss you again. You hand rubs over his small slit, and he gasps, pausing just centimeteres before you face, and moaning out. 

“You are deep in this, aren't you sweet boy?” You murmur, mostly to your self, slightly astonished. It was one thing for him to ask for praise, and to make decisions for him, but actively seeking instructions from you was another. It was fascinating, and adorable to say the least, how desperately he craved approval, or wanted to feel needed, useful. Nothing how Gojo usually was like.

You thumb at his tip, and he heaves, trying to keep up with your words. But everything you say other than “sweet boy,” seems to tuned out. Everything feels blurry, expect for you face, and your sickenly sweet tone. “D-Don't understand. Please!”

“Okay, shhh, it's alright. I want you to cum for me. Can you cum for Mommy, Satoru? That's all I want you to do.” An easy command, one he can definitely fulfill. He can do that – he can definitely cum for you. Gojo feels his chest bloom with butterflies at the idea of what you'll say to him once he follows your wishes. How much praise he will receive. How good and useful he is being. It makes him shiver with excitement.

Your hand picks up speed when he nods, and he gasps, gripping onto your arms from the suddenness. His hips buck upward into the makeshift hole, and you coo at him, telling him to relax his hips. He abides without question, melting into the sheets, and you give him a kiss for a reward. 

He feels himself begin to teeter along his high, and he glances up at you, eyes wide and slightly panicked. He needs to ask for approval, he has to ask to cum, the rules were basically engrained in him, but everything is spinning, and he's beginning to feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the pressure. He feels his voice go dry, and tears begin to pool in his eyes at the prospect of disappointing you.

You take notice of his fearful face immediately, quickly leaning over to cup his face. “You can cum. Relax, hey, its alright, I want you to cum.”

He breathes a shaky sign of relief, and you wipe his tears away, thinking back to earlier of how you wiped his tears away from the ruthless pleasure/pain mix, and now simply because he was afraid that he wasn't able to ask permission before cumming. You would be lying if the power didnt get to your head.

You thoughts are cut off when Gojos entire body jerks, and a muffled, “Fuck!” is let out. His orgasm hits him like a truck, and he trembles, riding the waves. His voice is too scratchy to let out any real noise, so he just silently cries into your chest. Cum dribbles down his cock pathetically, obviously spent, and not having much left to give. You don't seem to notice it though, instead focusing on your lover, and trying to make his orgasm as pleasurable as possible.

When he comes down from it, his legs are shaking, and his eyes are hooded with exhaustion. “P-Plea–Coconut,” He weakly gets out, and you hands fly off his body in seconds from hearing the safety word. You pull away, hoping to not overwhelm him, but instead he clings to you. “Don’t go. Don’t go. Mommy, I can't. J-Just–I…Praise!” He splutters, coherent thoughts flying out of his head, as he slumps into the bed.

You nod, staying away from his cock, and instead placing his head into your lap. His body curls around you in seconds, still slightly trembling. “Did so well. Good boy Satoru. My good boy, I am so spoiled. So lucky to have you." You coo, reaching your hand up to run it through his matted hair. "Took everything so well. I'm so proud of you." A small smile pulls at his face, and everything feels so warm "I love you so much, you know that?”

“Hm,” He hums, nodding his head slightly.

You smile at him. “My perfect boy. It's time to go to sleep, I'll take care of everything. Just rest for me, that's all I need you to do.”

But he didn't even hear the last of your statements, already passed out onto you, his chest rising and falling from his heavy breathes.

You sigh, and stare affectionately at the man. His naked body littered in marks, and he still managed to sleep contently with them. His body was drained of everything. Just like he asked you to do so hours prior.

Your hands roam the nightstand, grabbing healing cream, bandages, and a wash cloth. And with one last sigh, you place Gojo's head onto the pillow, and begin the long process of cleaning him up.

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warnings/labels - MINORS DNI! fem! reader, there a little plot, reader walks in on satoru and suguru, fingering, oral (f and m! receiving), doggstyle, full nelson, there’s sm more but idek tbh just be warned, this is absolutely filthy it came from the depths of my mind.

authors note - based off a picture i saw on tiktok and i’ve been horny since.

this picture btw.

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you hadn’t meant to walk in on the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

all you wanted was a break from the pestering that came from yaga. “y/n do this.” “y/n do that.” “y/n you’re slacking off.” “y/n pay attention.” “y/n you’re better than this.” while you knew he meant well, your body was so tired, absolutely drained from the nonstop hours of training. every time you took a step a sharp pain shot up your left side and your hips hurt from every movement. you tried to explain it to yaga and how you needed a break but he was adamant on continuing to train. (muttering to himself about how if you tried just a bit harder you could be just as good or even better than satoru gojo.) you never paid much mind to it, you knew satoru gojo was the absolute best of the best and with his best friend, suguru geto, beside him. you had no chance of surpassing them, not fully understanding the extent of your own power yet.

so, instead of showing up to your training session with yaga today, you skipped. choosing to wander around the halls of your school. you had been transferred in only recently, yaga had found out about you through the grapevine, hearing people whisper about the weird girl who could do strange things and he eventually convinced your family to let you come back to Tokyo Jujutsu High with him. claiming it would be better for not only you, but them as well. you hadn’t gotten used to your new surroundings yet and barely have gotten to know the people.

exploring your new school was much more fun than being pushed to and over your limit by yaga, you saw other students training, teachers you hadn’t seen before and even spoken to a couple of classmates! it was exciting… until you saw yaga down the hall, fuming and doing only what you could assume was looking for you. you ran the opposite direction, sprinting down the halls until you came upon an empty hallway. you slipped into the first door you could. pressing your back against it and breathing deeply, happy you escaped yaga. but what you hadn’t expected was the sight in front of you when you opened your eyes.

the familiar white hair had another persons fingers buried in them, tugging on the white tufts. that hand belonged to the other man, black hair out of its usual bun. satoru gojo was on top of suguru geto with his tongue shoved so for down his counterparts throat you were honestly wondering how he hadn’t choked. you let out a squeak and the two men separated quickly , suddenly on opposite sides of the couch (it was then that you noticed you slipped into the common room.) both of their faces red in embarrassment and an obvious bulge in their pants.

“i- i’m sorry.” you started to apologize profusely. “i didn’t know you were in here. i didn’t mean to. i’ll leave. i’m sorry- so sorry.” it was nothing but word vomit spilling from you lips. you went to slide the door open but paused. you knew if you went back out there yaga would find you and you don’t think you could handle any training today. with your body so sore and the heat building between your legs, you didn’t think you could handle anything today. before you could move any further, one of the men from behind you spoke.

“it’s fine.” satoru. “it’s our mistake we shouldn’t have been doing that in such a public area.” he reassured you. “how about you just come and take a seat?” he looked over to the stare he felt coming his way, suguru looked at him questioningly, the distaste at him inviting you onto the couch all over his face.

“no! um- no. i sh- should probably go. yaga is probably looking for me.”

“you would rather spend the day with yaga?” it was suguru who spoke now, his voice deeper and oh so smooth.

“well, no but i- i have training to do and stuff so… yeah.” you laughed awkwardly.

“join us.” satoru said, the statement sounding much more scandalous than it should have given your current position. “we insist.” he added, motioning to the space between him and suguru. you look between the two, satorus hands still gesturing to the spot between them and suguru giving you a nod. you make your way over slowly, giving them the chance to change their minds, to kick you out so they could continue about their business but as you sit down next to them you have still yet to realize, satorus gotten you exactly where he wants you. he slides closer to you, so close his thigh is pressed up against yours and you can feel his breathing in your hair. “you’re y/n, right?” you give an affirmative nod.

you feel something shift behind you and look over to notice that satoru is poking sugurus cheek and then waving his hand. motioning for him to come closer as well. suguru slides next to you and now you’re trapped. trapped between the two giant men who are overwhelmingly close, so close you can smell them. satoru smelled fresh, like just out the dryer laundry and linen on a breezy day while suguru smelled warm, like honey and vanilla on a freshly baked pastry roll and the two mixed together had your head reeling. you felt so dizzy from just being between the two and your mind wandered. you wanted them on you. in you. you wanted to drown in them.

“y’know i’ve heard rumors about you.” you looked at him, bright blue eyes that were usually covered by dark glasses staring right into your soul. “i’ve heard you’re strong.” his lips tugged upwards into a small smile. “isn’t that right, suguru?” the way the other man’s name fell from his lips should have been a sin, drawn out and damn near a whine. you wanted to moan just from his voice.

“mhmm.” the dark haired man slid closer, closer than you thought was possible, pressing himself against you. “we heard yaga thinks you could be one of the best. right up here with me and satoru.”

“do you think that’s true?” saturo questioned. you shook your head no. “oh, that’s sad. thought i’d actually have some competition here besides suguru.” he pouted, plump lips pulled down into a frown and you wanted nothing more the to kiss them up into his dazzling smile. his beautiful eyes staring into yours made you more nervous than you’d like to admit so you turned your head forwards, looking at your hands placed neatly in your lap. the boys’ bodies pressed closer to yours, smushing you but you hadn’t thought anything of it, they had been doing this for the past ten minutes. but that had changed when you heard the familiar sounds of lips smacking behind you. your head shot around so quickly you swore you felt a crack in your neck. there they were, making out right in front (technically behind) you.

satoru now had a hand buried in sugurus hair, fingers pulling the dark strands. their tongues intertwining with each others. your eyes were wide, mouth agape as you watched. a hand tracing up your thigh drew your attention between your legs. that hand being satorus and his fingers disappeared into your skirt as the digits pressed against the fabric of your underwear, soaked through with your arousal. his fingers rubbed your clit through the fabric and you moaned. another hand cupped your face, large palm nearly engulfing it before it turned your head. your eyes met with brown ones before his lips were pressed against yours. sugurus lips were so soft and warm against your own. satoru rubbed your clit just right, a moan escaping your lips and suguru took that as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. with both of the men on you your mind was so muddled with thoughts. what they could do to you what they would do to you. the thoughts that plagued your mind caused a visceral reaction, you keened into sugurus mouth as your eyes rolled and closed.

satoru was mouthing at your neck, surely leaving marks everyone would see. his hand that was rubbing your clit pushing you towards climax as suguru swallows any moans and mewls that escaped your lips. all too soon, both men pulled back. the orgasm satoru was building you up to fizzled away and you could still feel the electricity of sugurus lips against yours. “why- why’d you stop?” you panted, eyes wild as you looked between the men.

“oh~, you want us?” satoru mocked. you nodded your head enthusiastically.

“words.” suguru growled. one hand wrapped around your neck while the other pushed strands of hair out of your face.

“please. please want you. both of you. so bad, please.” you begged unabashedly, no shame in your tone. satorus hands made their way back under your skirt, slipping into your underwear as well. his fingers traced your swollen clit before making their way to your entrance. he rubbed feather light circles around it, making your hips jump, before pushing a finger in.

“she’s so tight suguru.” he giggled. “can’t wait to feel her around my cock.” you moaned aloud before sugurus hand lightly slapped your cheek.

“you should keep it down. you don’t wanna get caught, do you?” your pussy clenched around satorus finger, thighs trembling and suguru laughed. “i bet you do. you’re a nasty little slut aren’t you?” his tone was sarcastic but the words went straight to your cunt. satoru pushed a second finger in, stretching you open. “i bet you want someone to walk in. seeing you cream all over pretty boys fingers right. hm?” he was directly in your ear, his breath fanning over you. “want everyone to see how much of a slut the new girl is.” you clenched so hard around satorus fingers he had to stop moving. your eyes crossed and rolled back from the effects of your orgasm. your chest heaving as the two men watched. a smirk settling onto sugurus lips as he looked at satoru, his eyes gleaming as he felt you pulsing around his fingers.

“aww, look at you pretty girl. cumming so hard jus’ cause of some fingers. aren’t you sweet.” you could hear the smile in satorus voice.

“more.” your voice was so small you weren’t sure they heard you but they did. their eyes locking with each others and it’s like they could read their minds. suguru shifted you so your back was now against his chest. his own legs spread yours apart as satoru got on his knees. he pushed your thighs apart more before suguru cupped them with his hands, lifting them up and open for satoru. he pulled the gusset off your underwear aside and you squeaked as the cold air of the common room met your pussy. you felt so exposed in this position, legs spread wide and unable to move as suguru locked his hands against your stomach. a yelp escaped you as you felt a stripe being licked up your pussy. your cum and arousal gathered on the tip of satorus tongue before he gulped it down.

“she tastes so good, suguru. you gotta see for yourself.” satoru traced his fingers along your slit, collecting your wetness before lifting his hand beside your face, to sugurus and putting his fingers into his best friends mouth. suguru sucked your essence of satorus fingers greedily and you mewled, a low whine escaping your lips.

“he’s right, princess.” suguru muttered into your ear. “you taste delicious.” before you could respond satoru had buried his face into your pussy. lapping at you as if it was the last thing he would do. you moaned so loud you were sure you would get caught. satoru sucked on your clit as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right to meet your sweet spot. you keened and suguru groaned into your ear. “as much as i love the way you sound, pretty girl, you gotta keep it down.” satoru heard the conversation above him and pulled back, you whined at the loss of contact. satoru sat up and tapped his hands against sugurus, suguru let go of your thighs and satoru took the chance to slide your panties off. the garment was quickly shoved into your mouth.

“he said you have to be quiet, right? i guess we’ll just have to teach you to listen.” he gave a quick kiss to your cheek before making his descent back down. suguru held your legs back up. satoru nipped at your clit and you jumped, yelp muffled from the underwear in your mouth. satorus lapping at you a like a man starved, tongue buried in your pussy as his nose rubs against your clit. he’s breathing you in and he feels that if this is how he goes - suffocating in your sweet pussy - then he’s fine with that. he moves his face back up, licking at your clit as he pushed two fingers into your tight walls. your cunt clenches around them, wordlessly begging him for more. he pumps them slowly at first and speeds up at he keeps going. your back is trying to arch but failing as suguru holds you snugly against his chest.

satoru is jamming his fingers against your g-spot and spreading his saliva and your wetness everywhere. your cries are muffled due the the panties in your mouth and tears are leaking down your face. you’re stiffly humping satorus face, movements restricted by sugurus strong arms. the movement not only has you grinding on satorus face but also sugurus cock confined in his pants. sugurus panting in your ear, face flushed as you move against him and it takes all his willpower to not cum in his pants. he lets go of your legs and starts pushing satorus head. as he comes up for air from your pussy, looking at suguru confusedly, the dark haired man starts roughly rubbing your clit. his fingers and moving fast and as satorus fingers are pressing into your sweet spot, they send you hurtling over the edge. you cry out so loud you’re not sure the soiled garment that was shoved into your mouth is doing it’s job. what the two men don’t expect is when your pussy drenches satorus face as you squirt all over him. the white haired males face is soaked in your arousal, it dripping from his chin, as his counterparts pants are completely wet through.

“didn’t know you were a squirter, baby.” satoru says as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “it’s ok though.” he eyes are dark as he forces you to look at him, his hand has an iron grip on your jaw. “because we’re gonna make you do it again.” the underwear that he previously shoved into your mouth was pulled out and thrown into the distance somewhere. you’re pulled off sugurus lap and he’s pushed back, laying along the couch as you’re on your hands and knees now. satorus quick to unzip his pants and flip your skirt up, rubbing his tip up and down your slit. you stare at suguru in front of you, the large bulge in his pants directly in front of your face. you move your hand up to paw at his clothed cock, cupping him through his pants. you lick a strip up his pants, wetting them as you go.

“please. take them off.” you mutter against him, his cock jumping. suguru hands rush to unzip his pants and slip them down just enough for his cock to spring free. your mouth is immediately licking a stripe from base to tip up his length. he’s so thick, so very thick and you wonder if you’ll be able to take him all. the answer might be no but you won’t stop yourself from trying. just as you take sugurus tip into your mouth, satoru is pushing his cock into you. you moan and your eyes cross as he pushes in inch by inch. he’s long, you can feel he’s not as thick as suguru but he makes up for it in length. when he’s finally all the way in his zipper is digging into your ass and his cock is pressed so deep into you, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

“pay attention to what you’re doing, sweet girl.” satoru whispers in your ear as he hunches over you. “it’d be a shame if you accidentally bit such a pretty cock. trust me, i’d know.” he sits back up and spreads your ass cheeks. watching as your pretty pussy clenches around him. his first thrust is harsh. the wet sound of his cock in you has you moaning, the vibration from the noise has suguru grunting. you start sucking him off slowly, working your way down his cock. satorus face is flushed behind you. red all the way up to his ears as he thrust in and out of you. you’re clenching around him so tight he’s truly wondering how he could go this long without your pussy.

“fuck, just like that pretty girl.” suguru let’s his head fall back as you suck him off. you look so pretty with such a fat cock in your mouth but he’s fears that if he watches any longer, he won’t be able to stop himself from cumming down your throat so soon. “you’re so good with your mouth.” he moans and he sounds so good. if this is how he sounded with his dick down your throat you wonder how he’ll sound buried in your cunt. satorus no better behind you. his head is thrown back as whimpers escape his lips, he sounds so fucked out and you’ve barely started.

“you’re so tight, y’know that?” he whines to you. “squeezin’ my cock so good. gonna milk me for all i’m worth.” he watches as you suck of his best friend and his hand slips into your hair. “you gotta go faster, sweetheart. you wanna get him off? suck him harder.” you obliged hollowing your cheeks around sugurus cock and as you did so, satoru moved you up and down his best friends cock. pushing and pulling you by the hair as he taught you how to suck suguru just right.

“f-fuck slow down!” suguru cries out. you’re moving too fast and he barely has time to announce he’s cumming before long thick ropes are being pushed down your throat. satoru pushes your head all the way down your nose meeting sugurus pubes as he cums down your throat and you moan around his cock. the vibration has sugurus hips jolting from overstimulation. you’re clenching around satorus cock so hard his eyes cross and whines so loud.

“keep going baby, keep sucking him off.” suguru looks at satoru, panicked. you already got an orgasm out of him and such a strong one he’s not sure he can cum again but you listen and you keep going. sugurus whimpering above you and he tries to push you away but satoru slaps his hands. the hand that he was using to guide you on sugurus cock is now between you legs as he rubs your clit. he’s trying to get you close. he knows you are but you just need that extra push, he needs you to cum before he does. his cock is pressed into your sweet spot and his fingers are rubbing over your clit. he bends over to speak to you, his chest pressed against your back.

“baby, i need you to cum for me. please, need it so bad. wanna feel you squirt around me. please.” he’s desperate and his words are just enough to send you over the edge. you do exactly as he says, squirting around his cock, making a mess all over the couch cushions. crying out as he continues to fuck into you. your orgasm triggers his own and presses so deep into you when he cums you swear you can feel the thick ropes entering your womb. you’re panting over sugurus cock and he twitches as your heavy breathes are on him.

“more.” both the boys’ ears perk up at the simple word uttered from you lips. you crawl up suguru, sitting your soaked pussy on his cock and he flinches in over sensitivity. “wanna be full.” you grind on him rolling your hips oh-so slowly and you reach behind you blindly for satoru who lets you grab him a pull him forward. “want to be full with both of you.” the two of them moan in unison wasting no time in lifting you up. your legs are spread aside sugurus hips and he drags his cock up and down your slit. he pushes in slowly, letting you get used to his girth and you moan into the open air. suguru sits up onto his elbows and quickly unbuttoning your shirt throwing it to the side and taking a perked up nipple into his mouth. he leans back down taking you along with him. with your back arched and ass up in the air satoru can see suguru slowly thrusting into you. his thick cock stretching you open.

the white haired man watched you suck sugurus cock into your tight pussy. you’re moaning as suguru sucks your nipple swirling his tongue around it and nipping it lightly his other hand pinching the other. you push back, taunting satoru with a shake of your ass and suguru groans at the friction. satoru presses up against you his cock rubbing against sugurus as he slowly presses his tip into your hole that was already spread by suguru. he pushes in slowly stretching you to your limit and rubbing himself against suguru.

“fuck.” you whimper as he slides all the way in. with him and suguru both sheathed deep within you, you swear you’ve never felt this full. one of them moves and you squeak. “wait! wait, please just give me a second.”

“it’s ok.” suguru rubs your hair. “take your time, pretty girl.” you nod against him, the stretch of the two of them inside burns but eventually fizzling out to a pleasant sting.

“ok.” you whine. “you can move.” suguru thrusts up first, the friction of his cock rubbing against satoru has the white haired boy moaning above you and he starts moving too. the timed difference in their thrusts never leaves you empty and you swear you see the pearly gates. they’re both pressing into spots you hadn’t known existed until now causing your body to tremble, your moans are so loud they’re drowning out satorus whines and sugurus groans. “faster. faster!” they oblige to your commands their hips moving at godspeed.

“she’s so tight isn’t she, suguru.” satoru whines as he fucks you.

“so fuckin tight.” suguru agrees. you’re to blissed out to actually comprehend what they’re saying but you eat it up anyway, nodding as if to agree.

“i’m gonna cum!” you cry out. the two of them pushing towards your orgasm.

“you better fucking hold it.” sugurus demands but you shake your head.

“i can’t!” you sob. fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “i can’t! i’m gonna- ah~” you meant it. before the words leave your mouth you’re squirting all over sugurus stomach, clenching tightly around the two. your vision turns white, eyes unfocused as you have the most earth shattering orgasm of your life. by the time you gain control over your body again you’re still letting out small spurts of arousal onto the dark haired man and his counterpart is rubbing your clit. this brings another orgasm or maybe the first one is drawn out, you couldn’t tell. your face falls onto sugurus neck and you feel the two men’s cocks throb before they’re both filling you up. suguru cums with a low grunt while his toes curl and satoru keens into your ear and feels the orgasm in his spine. your thighs are trembling as they pull out, quaking uncontrollably and your cunt clenches pushing out fat globs of their seed.

“fuck, is that a sight.” satoru chuckles as he watches the globs of his and sugurus mixed cum spill from your cunt and drip onto sugurus balls. “i didn’t really think this through because who the fuck is cleaning all this up.” he looks at the mess you three made of the common room. your clothes everywhere and pools of mixed arousal on the sofa.

“i don’t know.” suguru says dumbfounded and you mutter something sleepily before burying your face into sugurus neck and breathing deeply. as your breathing evens out and gets deeper the two quickly figure you’re asleep. suguru sits up finds your top and covers you back up and pulls his pants up - struggling just a bit with you on his lap. satoru dresses as well and takes you from suguru, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding onto you tightly.

“how about we take her to her dorm.” he rocks you gently as if you’re a toddler in attempts to wake you up. “where’s your room, pretty girl?”

“don’t wake her, satoru.” suguru grumbles before standing up. “i’ll clean up around here.”

“ok so… i guess i’ll take her to my room.” he makes his way to the door already having made up his mind.

“hey,” suguru calls for him “don’t try anything, let her rest.” he warns.

“yeah, yeah i will.” he rolls his dazzling blue eyes. he carries you out of the common room hearing suguru grumbling to himself about the mess and makes his way to his dorm. eventually ending his trek by placing you in his bed and he watches you get comfortable before pushing some of your sweat soaked hair off your forehead and as he noticed your cunt was still uncovered he looked back up to your face. he couldn’t wait for you to wake back up.

he wasn’t done with you just yet.

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i’m literally feral.

#gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x suguru #satorugojo #gojou satoru x you #satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #geto suguru #getou suguru x y/n #suguro geto #sugurugeto #geto suguru smut #geto suguro x reader #geto suguru x reader smut #geto x reader #suguro smut

[thearchercore]

charles is a PR genius. and here's how he's trying to slowly rebrand his persona to strenghten his personal brand:

recently, especially after the triple header, you could notice charles had a period of time when he distanced himself from ferrari and clearly changed his public statements about his goals. he went from saying he wants to win with ferrari to saying that at his core, he just wants to win. and that he would leave ferrari if he didn't believe the project.

he also changed the way he communicated with fans, through social media. you can notice the change of wording in his post descriptions:

both posts are from the same year, but the wording is now different. he refused to use the ferrari branding and stopped using the typical ferrari-PR wording he was conditioned to use.

fast forward, he started interracting with ferrari by abu dhabi and seemed to be finally happy with the direction the team was taking. however, he still managed to build something from this anti-ferrari period -- the slow rebrand from being "charles, the ferrari driver" to "charles, the f1 driver".

charles is slowly, but surely working to increase the value of his personal brand to possibly gain more negotiating power, and other bonuses that come with having a strong personal brand not tied to any team in particular.

in general, the goal would be to outgrow the team so you are known as an individual athlete, not just someone who drives for the particular team and has their identity tied to the team only.

he also signed with WME for advertisement purposes, he started wearing his personal clothing brand CLACE again after ferrari banned him to do so. he clearly regained more confidence in what he can do as an athlete within the contract (that's usually very limiting from ferrari's pov).

how does he otherwise work on his personal brand? relatability. charles is a gen z child first and foremost, he knows parasocial relationships play a huge role on social media. he works on side personal projects like the LA vlog -- the vlog that had little to do with racing but still showed charles completely SUCK at basketball.

why would you include it, you may ask? it makes him relatable, it makes his personality more interersting. more fun.

his first public post from winter training then was him falling

why did he post that? well, a) he's a silly guy. but more importantly, b) he's not crafting up a perfect PR image, he's aiming for being relatable, showcasing more of his personality. he wants to stand out as an individual in the sea of other f1 drivers who posted more pre-planned content during their winter training.

in the LA vlog he also left in a little dig at carlos. why? because he can. he also used his twitter likes to like controversial things that ferrari wouldn't let him say. he very much knows how to navigate online spaces and how to create more boundaries between his personal brand and the ferrari brand.

additionally, he also now hangs out with people like max publicly even if they don't benefit the ferrari brand. max, in general, isn't liked by the tifosi or ferrari in general. but charles still makes sure to hang out with him on track and outside of it, once again, securing his personal brand and not pushing something that ferrari would prefer.

it's all very interesting to watch, seeing how carefully he's rebuilding his public image and how he communicates on social media with the world.

#lestappen gate 2023 #charles leclerc #formula 1 #f1

[stairain]

Beatdown.

Your professor can’t seem to get enough of your punishments. He was pushing your limits, and you intend to break him. 

Warnings: Sub Professor Spencer, Professor/Student relationship, 10+ year age gap (No defined ages, but reader is over 20, Spencer is under 40), slapping, choking, spitting in mouth, degradation, dumbification, spanking, use of belt, masochism, impact play, begging, humiliation, threatening, handcuffs.  

WC: 6.2K 

Waiting in Spencer’s office while he finished up his last few classes was always tortuous, you didn’t know how many other students' eyes were on him, how many other female students were flirting with him. 

It eats you from the inside out, but your worries are always quickly put out when you hear the creaking of the heavy wood door and your Professor walks in the room. But it was especially excruciating today, because before you sent him off to teach, you had him bent over your lap, spanking him until he was sobbing. 

“You poor, poor thing.. Maybe you should think twice before disobeying me again, hm?” 

You continue to massage his bruised ass as your other hand gently grips his soft hair, serving as a warning. He lets out another soft moan as your hand continues to rub, and nods his head. 

"Yes Ma'am... I understand. I'll think twice..." 

Spencer adds in a soft whisper, the tears starting to roll down his face freely now as he continues to cry. You really did get to him there, and now he just seems so broken after everything.

 "I'm sorry, Ma'am..."

But by the time he finished, he had time to cool off, but now as he walked through the door, he looked far more tired than he usually does. He makes his way back to his office and opens the door, stepping inside and letting it close behind him. He notices you sitting on the couch, awaiting his return.

"I'm back, Ma'am."

You feel yourself melt at how tired he looks after his punishment and having to go teach a class immediately after. You put your phone down and open your arms for him to collapse into.

"Hi, beautiful boy.. You ready to go home now?"

He smiles at the sight of you, and his tired look softens into a content one as he lets himself fall into your arms. He takes a moment to relax in your arms while he rests his face on your shoulder, and then, feeling rested enough, he looks up at you. His smile grows into a soft yet bright one. There is a certain charm to him now in this state, and he seems just happy to be here with you again after that ordeal. 

"That sounds perfect, Ma'am." 

He says with a soft smile, but then after a few beats, he speaks up again, this time with a smirk laced in his voice. 

 "And maybe.. we could do more, if you want to."

You look down at the man in your arms and feel a smile creeping up onto your face as well. 

“More? Like what, baby?”

He smiles at that question, his mind still clearly in the gutter a bit, considering it takes him a moment to respond. 

"Oh.. I'm sure we can think of some things.. I'm just saying..." 

A rosy blush takes over his features as it seems he’s getting worked up just thinking about it. You ruffle his hair before standing up and getting your things.

“You’re such a tease, pup.”

He doesn’t get up from his position on the couch, and you wonder why, but as he speaks it becomes evermore obvious. 

"I suppose I am. But you can't deny that it's fun, surely.." He adds with a smirk, his mind still in the gutter as his expression becomes even more flirtatious now. 

"But.. Don't you want to have a little fun..? Just you and me, all alone, while we can..? The campus is empty now, isn't it.." 

No one would be there to catch them. But your professor was the last person you’d ever expect to say this. Every time you try to initiate anything on campus, it has him blushing and stuttering that it can wait until later. Maybe his punishment impacted him a lot more positively than you expected. 

You turn to him with a shocked expression.

“Professor Reid, how naughty of you..” You smile, and your tone is teasing.

“And what if I don’t mind being naughty sometimes.. What if I like being naughty?” 

He adds, still teasing you back as he finally stands up from the couch, and starts following you around the room now, like the pet he is. 

“Is there anything wrong with that..?” He asks, as his voice gets higher in lust, and he smirks, knowing he’d always get what he wants. 

“Ma’am…?”

You bite your lip and stop walking to turn to him. You lean against his desk with your arms crossed. 

“No, pup. Not at all.. You like being naughty?”

The sight of you leaning against his desk and the little lip bite you give in response has him just about smiling from ear to ear now, his smile growing the more you tease. 

"And if I told you I do like being naughty.. What then, Ma'am?" 

He remarks in that teasing, flirtatious tone of his, his voice a little sultry now as he starts to move closer to you now, his eyes getting a more passionate look to them. 

"Would you do anything about it..?"

You look up at him and he looks like he’s about to devour you. 

“Do you think you deserve to know, puppy?”

He smirks at the question, the playful tone still present in his voice.

 "I don't know.. Maybe this 'puppy' does deserve to know. Maybe he does need to be punished again." 

The flirtatious look in his eyes deepens a little bit now, his breath growing heavier as he riles himself up. He’s getting closer and putting his hands on your waist now. "What would you do to me..?" 

“I thought you didn’t want to be punished again, love. What happened? Felt too good to resist?” 

You recall the way he was sobbing and begging you to stop the spanking, and now, it’s like he was a completely different person. You reach out and take his tie in your fingers, playfully tugging on it.

Your professor gets a little flustered at that playful little tug on his tie, and he gets closer to you, smiling now. The way you act with him is just too enticing. He laughs a bit at your words, but then he seems to think for a moment before speaking. But with what he says, you could have assumed he put no smart thought into them. 

"Maybe.. Maybe that's it.. Maybe it did feel too good." 

He adds, his smile going from flirty to downright provocative and defiant. 

"So, are you gonna punish me again... Or what...? I'm waiting-"

The second he speaks in that bratty tone of his, you pull your hand away from the desk and use it to firmly slap him across the face. His head is forced to the side by the strength of your slap. 

“Excuse you?”

His smile immediately disappears from his face as you slap him, and he just stares at you with wide and stunned eyes, the shock of your strike clearly very clear, yet you feel no guilt in doing it. You're clearly enjoying this.

His cheek is a little red from the slap, and he just blinks for a moment, his whole body going still. One of his hands is brought up to his cheek, holding it gently as he processes what you had done.  His eyes then go back to that flirtatious look after the initial shock of the slap has passed. 

"More... Ma'am. Give me more.." 

He asks in a low and seductive tone of voice, and just as you expected, when you looked down to the front of his pants, you saw his cock hardening in his trousers, pushing against the zipper. 

You stand up and push his body backwards a bit, before winding your hand back and slapping him again, harder this time. 

“You really are so naughty, pup.”

Spencer gives another loud moan when you slap him again, his eyes closing tightly for a moment as that smack brings tears to his eyes. 

You've done it. You've brought out that real masochistic side of him. A soft moan escapes from his mouth when he opens his eyes after the second slap. 

"Just- More… Please, Ma'am..." He begs you, sounding downright desperate. 

“Yeah? You like being slapped?” 

You strike him again, and the more you give him, the harder they get.

As you slap him again, you hear him moan out in pain once more, but now it's different.. He's actually starting to get off on it now. He has to stop himself from reaching his hand down to palm himself through his pants. 

This is something he likes, loves, even. And you can't deny that you get a certain feeling of arousal from doing it to him, too. You feel powerful at this moment, it’s a feeling you can't get enough of. 

"Yes.. Yes. Just like that, Ma'am.." 

You bite your lip in pure desire for him and pull your hand back to inevitably smack him across the face again. With every strike you dealt, moans and whimpers poured out of his mouth. He looked so good when he was in pain. 

The sounds of his suffering are so satisfying to listen to, and the look of pain on his pretty face. You know that will just push him right into submission, if not downright servitude. He's the perfect target, and you're the perfect person to do this to him. His submission is yours, and you can't deny it. 

"More.. Please... Ma'am." He begs you, thick warm tears streaming down his face now.

You pause and pout your lips in fake pity for the poor man. You run your fingers over the flushed abused skin of his cheek, in strong contrast to how those fingers were just slapping him. 

“You poor thing, you want me to stop?”

The expression on your face, the way you tease him. That only makes this all so much more humiliating for him. It's like you're torturing him just to torture him - and you're loving every second of it. 

He looks up at you now, his cheeks a bright red from fear. He shakes his head quickly.

"No.. No, please.. keep going... Ma'am.. Please. Punish me harder.."

You wipe the tears from his cheeks and pretend to think about it. 

“I don’t know, love.. This doesn’t seem like much of a punishment, you look like you’re enjoying this too much..”

"Maybe I am.. Maybe I am enjoying this too much." 

He says in that teasing, flirtatious tone of his, his eyes now full of lust as you can see, that look in his eyes changing in an instant. You can see he's enjoying this, and he's willing to admit it to you. 

"I want a real punishment, Ma'am.. One that will put me in my place.. One that will humble me." 

His hands reach out to hold your waist again, squeezing them in desperation.

"One that will remind me that you have absolute power over me."

You smirk and slap him once more over his face. This slap was much harder than any of the previous, it puts the other ones to shame. You can see just how powerful it was, as the force of the slap caused his body to stagger back. 

“You want a real punishment? Then I’ll give you one.”

Spencer’s knees almost buckle as you slap him again, and he's knocked nearly off his feet with how hard you slap him. His eyes water again from the force of the blow, and he looks up at you with wide eyes right after you hit him. He's still trying to process just how hard that blow was. 

After a moment that look goes from surprise to a soft moan, as you see him start to react just like you thought he would. This was the punishment he wanted... And you've given it to him. His cheeks are bright red now.

Before you even give him time to fully process what you had just done, you grab him by his hair, hard. With your grip on him, you forcefully push him onto his knees, on the ground in front of you. You pull his head back so he’s forced to look right up at you, and your heart swells with the look of pure devotion and love he has in his eyes. You reach out to wipe his tears with your thumb, then you bring the finger up to your mouth, licking over the salty wet digit. 

He looks up at you with a mixture of desire and love in his eyes. But he's also looking up at you now with a pure sense of devotion and submission; he knows who's in charge, and he likes it. You see it clearly in his eyes, too. 

You quickly raise your free hand and slap him across the face once more, and when your hand makes contact with his face you don’t give him a second to process it, you just grab him by his jaw and force it open, before spitting into it.

He looks up at you with his mouth open now, looking helpless as you hold it open and spit into it, and he just.. takes it. He has no other choice. His face is wet with tears, but you don't let that stop you.

“Swallow.” 

Your voice is dark and dripping with dominance as you command him.

His mouth opens wide in surprise and a hint of fear as you command him, and he does just that, swallowing involuntarily when you tell him to. You can tell, if he could speak, he would tell you how humiliated he is to be made to swallow your spit.. And how much he loves it.

“Good puppy.. Taking your punishment so well..” 

You stroke your fingers over his bruised face, and rub your thumb over a stray string of spit that sat on the corner of his lips.

"More.. Please..." His tone is so desperate... As if his heart will break into a million little pieces unless he gets more of it.

“God…You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” You run your hand over his cheek, teasing him with the hope of another slap. He nods slowly, his bottom lip quivering. You see it, he's not going to stop begging. He's going to keep begging until you give him what he wants.

"I am so desperate.. Ma'am, Please..." He adds, his voice shaking just slightly, his eyes full of desire and submission.

“Very well then.” 

You yank off his hair and pull him to stand up. Then you forcefully drag him over to the couch and throw him onto the cushions so he’s looking up at you. A soft huff escapes from his mouth as he looks up at you. Oh, he loves how much you're playing rough with him right now.

“Give me your tie, baby.” 

In an instant, he’s frantically pulling off his tie and gives it to you, doing as he was told. His eyes are staring right up at you now... And he's giving you that puppy dog look again, that look of full devotion and trust.

You take the tie from him, and quickly pull both of his hands so they’re resting against his stomach. You skillfully use his tie to bind his wrists together, using it as makeshift handcuffs.

The moment his wrists are bound together, that excited look in his eyes grows even more passionate now, and you see it clear as day. You can tell he just loves this. You notice his eyes are staring directly up at you now, and they are so full of desire, devotion, and trust. You've got complete and total power over him now. He's entirely under your control.

You slowly drag your hands over to his body. First, you unzip his jeans, and pull them down to his ankles, only to tear them off his legs. Then, you rip his dress shirt off his body like a feral animal. He was only left in his underwear now. All exposed for you. 

His eyes grow wide when you rip off the jeans, and his shirt, and the moment he's all exposed he gives out a soft moan, and more tears are running down his face from the sheer pleasure and excitement that's running through him. 

You hold the shreds of his clothing in your hands and throw them onto the ground. You look at him with an absolutely primal look. 

“Hands above your head, pup. Quick.”

The brunet gives you a quick nod, and he puts his hands above his head. A small moan of excitement comes out of him, his gaze remaining on you as his heart races. The look in his eyes is full of desire, excitement, and... fear.

You leave him spread out on the couch as you walk to the other side of the room to rifle through your bag, looking for something.

He watches you, looking absolutely helpless to do anything as you walk over to your bag and look through it. What are you getting? 

He's not sure, and the wait itself is almost unbearable for him. His eyes remain on you, wide and full of anticipation. This is the worst part.. The waiting and not knowing what you're planning. Knowing he’d get impatient and bratty soon, you prolong your search.

He looks impatient now, and he starts giving hints of a bratty side as he lets out another soft moan, but he keeps his hands above his head for you.  He's going to try to be a good boy, but he's only going to stay patient for so long.

A soft moan escapes from his lips as you keep searching now, and he lets out a sigh.

"Ma'am, please..." 

He begs for whatever you're planning to bring out. Whatever torture and humiliation that will surely bring him even further into complete submission. 

You smile to yourself at the desperation in his voice, and you finally walk back over to him with a polaroid camera in your hands. An evil smile was plastered on your face.

You see a confused look in his eyes, but he's still completely defenseless, with his hands above his head. He has no idea what that camera is for, but he has a feeling that he's not going to like it. And his look changes to one of fear as he sees the camera. 

"Ma'am... What are you doing...?" He asks in a shaky voice. He's scared now... And you love that look in his eyes. Not knowing whatever it is you're planning with that camera is absolutely eating him up right now.

You check the film to make sure it’s full before slowly trekking over to him. You walk like a predator stalking its prey. 

“I wonder what your students.. what your coworkers would say and think, when they see their precious, genius, charming Professor, all tied up and pathetic for his girlfriend.” 

You point the camera to him and snap a photo, a soft buzzing noise taunts him as the photo prints.

His eyes go wide when you hold the camera up to him and begin to snap photos of him in this defenseless state. That look in his eyes.. It changes again. It goes from a look of fear to a look of pure embarrassment... Humiliation.

"P-please... Ma'am... Don't do this... Please."

He begs as that little buzz from the camera fills his ears. You can’t help but laugh at his fear. You pull the photo out once it’s done printing and take a glance at it, before looking back at him.

“I would never.. You’re mine, Professor. And no one.. no one will ever see you like this..”

The moment you laugh at his fear he whines softly, as that just adds to his humiliation. Seeing him like this.. Being laughed at like this... It's almost too much as his own tears start streaming down his face too now.

That look of terror in his eyes as you talk, though. That's enough to make you laugh out loud once again.

You take one last look at the photo before setting it down on the desk, along with the camera. You turn around stalk closer to his trembling body.

Once the picture is settled on the desk, that bratty side in him starts to come back. His voice comes out very haughty as he speaks.

"Well? What's next, Ma'am? You're taking your time with all of this." 

He gives you a cocky look, still keeping his hands up but not looking as scared anymore.

"Unless you simply want to torture me with all this waiting..." His voice drips with disdain as he calls you "Ma'am" like that. This punishment is clearly not working on him.

You scoff at him and simply ignore his bratiness. If humiliation and physical lashings won’t work, maybe this would. If he wanted to give you attitude, then he could wait. You turned back around and simply sat down at his desk chair, not entertaining his cockiness.

As you sit down and just wait, it's enough to drive him absolutely crazy. You can see him squirming and shaking. He's so curious.. He's got to know what you're planning to do to him. You see that desperate look in his eyes again.

"Please, Ma'am. What are you planning for me?" He asks, his eyes meeting yours and staring into yours as he asks. 

“Why should I tell you? You’ve been nothing but a brat all night.” 

He gives you another bratty look, and he lets out a little sigh. Still keeping his hands raised above his head, he lets out a soft whimper of disappointment at your refusal to tell him... He had to ask. 

"Fine..."

He says defiantly, and he lets his voice come out in a rebellious tone once again. 

"I guess I'll just have to wait, Ma'am." He adds the honorific "Ma'am" in with as much spite as he could give it, not showing the respect you deserve with it.

“God.. And here I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me. Do you know how easily I could leave you here right now? Right in your office? Your clothes are ripped, your hands are tied, and you seem to be in no condition to be seen by anyone right now. I am the only person that can help you, and yet you can’t help but be a whiny little bitch towards me. Is that any way to respect me?” 

Your voice is cold as you speak. 

He seems taken aback by your words, and they cut deep. He looks down at the ground as you speak, as his face goes bright red from the humiliation he feels at what you just said. He starts nodding his head as you speak, as he knows that what you're saying is right.

You're all he has.. And he's being a brat like this. He looks up at you, his shame on full display now.

"I'm.. sorry, Ma'am. I'm... I'm sorry... I don't know what got into me.."

“Yeah, I don’t know what got into you either.. You know, baby.. You know I only like good boys, if you can’t do that for me then I’m not sure what to do with you. It seems like all you want to do is disrespect me.” Your tone is extremely condescending and threatening.

His eyes widen as he sees that condescending look in yours.. And that threatening tone in your voice sends a tingly feeling right to the bottom of his heart and his cock. Talking down to him in this way just sends shivers down his spine.. But the bratty side in him is still fighting it. 

"Please.. please.. It won't happen again, Ma'am. I-I want to be a good boy for you..."

You click your tongue in disbelief. 

“We both know that’s not true, pup. You just can’t help but be bad, and I just don’t know why.”

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. You're right, I won't argue. I do it out of… out of defiance, I..I enjoy it. I'm sorry." 

Spencer closes his eyes at his confession, and it's clear that his tone is serious. It does sound like he's being completely genuine now. The look in his eyes was one of complete embarrassment and shame. He's being bad on purpose, just so he could be scolded for it and enjoy every second.

“Yeah? You’re purposefully a brat, just so I raise my voice at you? Hm? So I scold you and tell you how bad you’re being? Does that turn you on, Professor?”

You slowly begin to stand up out of the chair. He nods his head again. 

"Y-Yes.. I know I should stop.. But I just can't help it." 

The look of guilt in his eyes is strong, but that obedient side in him simply couldn't help but speak the truth after everything, it was the least he could do. 

"Please, Ma'am.. I'm so sorry..."

“You don’t need to apologize for it, love.. You can’t help it, right?” 

The absolutely condescending tone in your voice was almost taunting at this point. He knew there was no actual pity in your voice. It caused his member to harden even more against his warm thigh. He wanted nothing more than to cower and hide at hearing your voice, it made him feel pathetic, small. 

 “You just can’t help but want to be treated like a pet.. Like a disobedient pet.. Does that get you off, baby?”

His face goes bright red as he hears the mocking tone in your voice... But he still nods his head in agreement.

"Y-Yes.. I can't help it, Ma'am."

Even through being “scolded”, he couldn’t help but try and find a loophole to get what he wants from you. 

"Please, Ma'am... I'm a bad boy... You need to do something to punish me..."

You slowly walk over to him as if he were prey, and it makes him shiver to his core. 

"Do whatever you want to me..."

You tower over his shaking body on the couch and cross your arms. 

“You say that now, but we both know exactly how you are. But.. I’ll take your word for it.” 

You reach down to his torn pants on the ground, and slide the belt off of them.

“And if I hear one single complaint from you, I will leave you here, understand?” 

Once the belt is in your hands, you run your fingers over the soft leather.

"Yes, Ma'am, I understand.."

You don’t give him a response in words, but instead you run the folded end of the belt along his skin, teasing him. If he wanted this punishment, he’d have to beg for it. He starts to whine once you start teasing him with the belt, but you're absolutely right. If he wants it that bad, he's got to beg for it. And he does... All for the punishment that he craves.

"Please, Ma'am... Please... Please punish me..."

He whines, looking up at you with those sad, begging puppy eyes.

"That's all I want.. Please, punish me."

“Yeah? You want me to hurt you?” 

You take the belt away from his body and run it through your hand instead, softly slapping your palm, as if to imitate what you’re going to do to him.

His eyes grow wide as he sees what you're doing... Even getting the slightest little hint of what you'll do to him is enough to send a shock right through him. His heart quickly starts racing from the feeling of anticipation he's feeling now.

"Please, Ma'am.. I need it... Hurt me."

You look at him, unfazed and unamused by his pleads.

“All fours, now.”

The second you say those words, he does as you ask. He gets down on all fours before you, his knees sinking into the plush couch. He doesn't even hesitate to do what you say. 

Looking over at you and giving you an expectant stare, he’s clearly expecting his punishment now. He's shaking a little as he watches you. He wants this so bad... and he wants it to come from you.

You run the belt over the arch of his back, catching the way he freezes up at the contact. You continue to move the belt over his skin until you reach the curve of his bottom. You give it a light teasing tap.

It's enough to send goosebumps up and down his entire body. His breath comes out in short, sharp exhales as you tease him with that belt. An unnaturally, almost animalistic whine comes out of his mouth at the feel of the belt, and he shakes as you tease him.

"Please..." His voice sounds so desperate as you keep teasing him. "Please.. just do it already.."

“If you say so, pet.” 

You lift the belt high, before harshly striking his bottom with it. He yelps at the impact of the belt. The pain from it causes his body to go stiff, and those goosebumps running up and down his body quickly turn into a tingling feeling on his skin that's all but addictive. The cock between his legs starts to leak at this point, dripping down his leg. 

"Y-Yes.. Harder, Ma'am... Please.."

You put more force behind the next him, and a loud slap rings through the room as the belt lands against his already red skin. There's another yell that comes out of his mouth as that second belt strike lands on him. His whole body is shaking, as the pain and the excitement is simply too much for him to contain at once. The pure pleasure he's feeling right now is almost too much as he takes that second belt strike from you. 

"H-Harder, Ma'am... Yes." 

He begs you.. Begs for more. This is exactly what he wants and he can't get enough of it.

And the cycle continues, you strike him, and he begs you to go harder. You lift the belt as high as possible and wind up the hit, and then you spank him with the warm leather harder than ever. He’s shaking and sobbing at this point, but this is what he asked for, after all.

The way he cries out with every belt strike is pure delight to him and you.. Every single second of this punishment.. Those sounds he's making... It all feels so good.

Once you feel his poor abused rear has had enough, you run the belt up to the flesh of his back, and quickly strike the skin there.

As you change up the strikes to hitting his back, his whole body freezes in response to the unexpected and new pain. He lets out a pained scream. 

"O-Ow... O-Oh god.. Fuck."

You watch as the skin you had hit is now turning red and raised. You took no pity at seeing the marks, and hit him in the same place, right over the spot that the previous slap had left a mark.

He gives an even louder scream when you hit him there again. Each blow brings out louder and louder screams. He's never been hurt in this way before, and he loves every second of what you're doing to him. At this point, he's crying as the pain from the belt is all but unbearable.. In the best way possible.

“How’s it feeling, baby?” You ask as you slap his body again.

"It... It hurts... A lot..."

He pants out. There's just the slightest hint of a smile on his face though.. He loves the pain, he loves what you're doing to him. He can't get enough.. He needs more. 

"More..."

“You’re so pathetic, pup.. Aren’t you? Hurts so bad, but you just need more.” 

You run the belt over his bruised skin, teasing him with the possibility of hurting him some more. Your own smirk makes his own lips curl up a little bit as his eyes roll back in his head from the mere sensation of you teasing him. Your words bring a tingle to his spine.. And your smile.. Oh, how it sends fireworks through his head.

“Y-Yes.. Need it.. So bad” 

At his confession, you completely remove the belt from touching his skin, and drop it onto the floor. The metal buckle made a clunking sound as it hit the ground, almost mocking his need. You crossed your arms. 

“What if I don’t want to hurt you anymore? What if I think you’ve had enough?”

The sound of it clattering on the floor makes a chill go up his spine.. You’ve stopped the pain altogether. His eyes grow wide and his mouth starts working in a way that's a complete lack of words for a few seconds.. It's all he can do to stare at you right now. 

"W-Wait... you can't just stop..." His voice is all but trembling, his eyes wide, and his whole body on edge. "Please... Please keep hurting me..." 

“Oh baby, I’m the only one that can stop.” 

You lean back against his desk and watch his trembling body panic. The panic in his body is so palpable, so strong. He's shaking as he sees you lean back against his desk, his eyes are  pleading with you to keep hurting him as that cold, cruel side of you that just loves seeing him like this.. Seeing how much pain you can put him in.

"Please... I can still take more..."

“Oh, I don’t know, love.. Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Your words are coated with faux concern, you didn’t care whether or not he's had enough.

Your faux concern does nothing to placate his panic at what's happening here. This is only making it all the more intense. He's practically at your mercy here. He is at the mercy of a woman who clearly enjoys hurting him far too much.

"Please... I promise I'll be a good boy. Please.." He whines, his voice getting all the more desperate as he realizes you're toying with him. You are loving every second of this.

"Please... Please just keep hurting me..."

“You’ll be a good boy? Then there’s no reason to keep punishing you then, angel.” An evil smirk rises on your face, and you walk over to him to try and untie his hands, but he doesn’t let you.

He tries to jerk his arms away from you, but it doesn't work. You're far too powerful and in control here for him to break free. And it's all his fault.

"Please... Don't do this... Please..." His eyes are wide with fear and panic. The idea of you stopping hurting him and letting him go is truly a terrifying idea. 

“So fucking needy.” In a split second, you pick up the belt from the ground and deal a spank to his ass, catching him very much off guard. His body collapses against the cushions at the impact. 

“I always give you so much.. and it’s just never enough.” Your voice grows angry, and your grip on the belt tightens. 

"I am.. I am so needy... Needy for you to continue this... Needy for you to hurt me and punish me..."

He gives another pained groan as more and more of his skin turns red from the blows from the belt.

“Am I not enough for you, Professor? Is that what this is?” Another rough slap. “You just need more and more from me because it’s just never enough from me, hm?” 

You sound absolutely furious at this point as you continue to hurt him and abuse his body. Through a shaking, sobbing voice, he manages to stutter out. 

"N-No.. No, Ma’am.. Y-You are more than enough for me.. This is just what I need from you..."

You drop the belt once more and reach out to grab his body. With strength he didn’t even know you had, you manhandled him until he was no longer on all fours, but instead, sitting upwards with you in his lap, straddling him. 

"M-Ma'am..." He whimpers, his eyes growing wide and his mouth running dry.

“What is it, love?” Your hand snakes up into his hair and roughly grips at the root, making his head jerk and his eyes flutter close. 

"I-I don't know..."

He’s a mess in your grip, and you’re only adding to it. You roll your eyes at his response and pull his hair harder, and your other hand goes to slap him across the face. 

“Aw, you poor thing.. Too stupid to even know what you’re saying..”

That slap, as powerful as it is, only further sends him to madness. His whole face turns red. When you call him stupid? Oh god, he loved that so much.. He was a genius around everyone else, but when he was on his knees for you, he was positively fucked stupid. Your cold, cruel side taking such delight in how helpless and at your mercy he is is something he cannot get enough of.

"H-Hurt me more... I'm your stupid boy..." He whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head now. "I deserve every second of pain... Please punish me..."

With another harsh slap to his face, you lean into his ear and almost growl into it. 

“I’m not going to hurt you, I will fucking break you, Professor.” 

#professor spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer x reader #teachers pet #student and teacher #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader smut #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #sub spencer x reader

[eggluverz]

hello!! would like to request a modern au with blade, where he’s a idol and due to him being busy with work, he didn’t have the time to visit/spend time with the reader (can be gn! or fem!). hence, he took it upon himself to surprise his s/o

bonus points if they are in a secret relationship and let’s say the reader works as a barista, so imagine the chaos the cafe will be if they see idol! blade having a lover SHSHDHDH

take ur time to write it hehe :3

— EVERYTHING I NEED

In which you’re feeling down about not seeing your boyfriend in a few months and Blade takes time out of his busy tour schedule to surprise you.

PAIRING. idol!blade x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 1780

GENRE. modern au, idol au, fluff

NOTE. thank u for the request !! <3 i chose gn reader btw :) this was soooo much fun to write ٩( ᐛ )و i enjoyed this sm but warning it’s so very cheesy heh if u don’t like fluffy romcom cringe look away :3 hope y’all like it xx sof

It wasn’t always easy having a long distance boyfriends of sorts. A busy long-distance boyfriend who you sometimes didn’t see in person for months on end. 

You knew he was busy, but you also knew he dedicated most of his free time talking to you. The relationship was important to the both of you— There was no doubt in your mind about that. Still, there were times the sadness and loneliness crept in. 

Today was one of those days. 

It wasn’t a “special” day as one would say. It wasn’t your birthday. It wasn’t Blade’s birthday. And it wasn’t even an anniversary. But still, you missed him so much. 

You had gone months without seeing him. Your only solace was knowing Blade has gone just as long without seeing you and missed you just as much. He has been in and out of the recording studio whenever he had time in between performances, which limited your ability to call or even text each other even more. 

You were aware the life of an idol could get hectic at times, you knew that well before the two of you started dating. But at times, it took more of a toll on you than you would expect. 

“What’s gotten you so down in the dumps?” The voice took you out of your negative thoughts.

You turned to look at your close friend and coworker, Serval. You sighed, thankful afternoon rush hour had just died down so only few customers were at the coffee shop. “Nothing, really. Just missing Blade.”

She patted your back sympathetically. “I can only imagine. It’s hard enough barely seeing my brother because of military service.”

“How is Gepard, by the way? I haven’t seen him in ages!” 

“He’s coming back for a bit next month! We’re having a little party if you want to come,” said Serval excitedly. “But back to you and Blade. When is the last time you saw him?” 

“Over two months,” you said with a pout. You knew some people in long distance relationships would view that as nothing— Some would even be grateful that a month of not seeing their partner was a long time. But that wasn’t you and you felt yourself growing more dejected each day. “We haven’t even video chatted or called for longer than ten minutes in the last few weeks.” You tried to look on the bright side. “But at least I know he’s doing what he loves. I just hope management isn’t pushing him too hard.” 

“That’s a big ask for money-hungry corporations,” Serval said dryly. “Poor boy is definitely overworked. Have you seen their back to back show dates? It’s all over social media. I’m sure he’s using any possible moment he can to spend time with you without being too obvious and letting the press know about your relationship.” 

You nodded, trying to cheer yourself up the moment you saw a group of customers walk in. It was the end of work hours for most office workers around here so you mentally prepared yourself to give your best customer service smile. “I know he is doing his best. I just get sad about it sometimes, but I know it’s all worth it.”

“There you go.” She smiled. “And you’ll see him in no time, I’m positive. But for now, get ready for the evening rush!”

“One step ahead of you,” you sang, already at the cash register prepared to take the orders. 

As you greeted the hoard of customers and helped your coworkers make drinks if they needed extra hands, you realized the rush lasted longer than normal. 

“Is today international coffee day or something?” you asked as you passed by Serval. “It’s crazy busy right now.”

She shrugged, placing two drinks down at the ready table. “Not that I’m aware of. But this has been more than a rush hour. The sun isn’t even out anymore.”

“And people are coming in without buying anything or sitting down?” 

As you wondered what was going on, you heard a loud, high-pitched scream coming from outside. The sound was followed by more and more squeals of excitement. 

You and Serval looked at each other. 

“Speak of the devil,” she said, shaking her head with a grin. “What a grand entrance.”

All reason left your mind as you were filled with hope and joy. You looked back at Serval, asking for permission to leave the cash register. 

“Go,” Serval laughed. “I’ll cover the rest of your shift.” 

“Thank you! I love you!”

With a big smile on your face, you rushed out of the coffee shop and pushed through the crowd outside. Standing tall above the group of fans, Blade stood there with black sunglasses and a face mask— A poor disguise that did little to nothing to protect his identity. 

You lifted your hand up and waved from the back of the crowd, unsure if he would even be able to spot you amidst all the people. You wondered, even, if you should acknowledge him like this in public. You knew the press was crazy and the fans could be even crazier. Blade’s manager thought it was for the best he keep your relationship away from public eye. 

But he was right here. And you didn’t want to wait another second before running up to him and giving him the biggest hug. Still, you refrained. 

You did not want to jeopardize his image, no matter how much you wanted to give him a kiss right now.

Blade looked around the crowd before his gaze landed in your general direction. He lifted his shades to expose his captivatingly red eyes. When he saw you, he gave you a crooked smile. 

“There you are,” he called, his deep voice rumbling over the muffled chatter of his fans. “It’s been too long.”

He maneuvered through the crowd, ignoring all the photos his fans were taking of him. The only thing Blade was paying attention to was you. Not caring you were in front of a large crowd, Blade immediately takes you into his arms. Time stops as you feel yourself melt into his embrace. The scent of his expensive cologne filled your senses, your face warm as it laid flushed against his chest. 

“I missed you,” he murmured into your hair. 

“I missed you, too,” you said. “But when did you get here? I thought you were in another continent? And are we allowed to be like this in public?” 

As happy as you were to be with him, you didn’t want to get him in any sort of trouble with his management company. 

“I got here just a few hours ago.” Blade rubbed slow circles on your back, not releasing you from his embrace. “I have a show in two days but I needed to see you. And, yeah, I might get in trouble by management but who cares?” 

You pulled back urgently, looking up at him in concern. “You should care! I don’t want you to put your career in danger.” 

Blade frowned and closed to distance between the two of you once more. “Management has worked me to the bone for years, if they want me to keep working for them, then they’ll have to put up with this being public. I’m tired of hiding you.” 

Your arms wrapped around him, a small giggle escaping your lips at how ridiculous this must have looked to the public. You didn’t like being in a secret relationship either. You knew it was for his work, but when you happened to watch his interviews and had to hear him lie and say he was single, it hurt your heart, just a little. 

“Besides, at this point in my career, I’m sure they need me more than I need them,” he said with a cocky look on his face. Even with his mouth and nose covered by the mask, you could see it in the crinkle of his eyes. 

“That’s my Bladie,” you teased, running your fingers through his tangled hair. “Mr. Popular and you know it.” 

“And I also know I want to be alone with you right now,” Blade said with a smirk. “Is your shift almost over? Let’s go back home once it ends.” 

“Serval said she’ll cover the rest of my shift for me. We can go home now.” 

“Thank you, Serval,” he said happily. Blade held your hand as he lead you to his car. “I might have to drive a little fast to lose the fans that’ll inevitably try to follow us. Is that okay?”

You noted his mischievous smile and laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the thought of escaping them excites you.” 

“I’m a simple man.” He opened the passenger door for you and gave you a small slap on the ass as you crawled in. “Buckle up, baby.”

“I can’t believe you did that with everyone watching!” you cried as he gently shut the door. You shook your head even though you knew he couldn’t see it. “It’s a good thing I love you.” 

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When you woke up the next morning, your phone was filled with texts from your friends. You opened Serval’s first. 

Serval: LOL guess who’s famous now

Serval: #CoffeeShopASScape #BladieOnTheLoose ... all the trending hashtags are about you and Blade

Serval: I wish you luck LMAO

You stifled a laugh, only mildly concerned about what people had to say. As you shuffled around on the bed, Blade stirred awake. He inched closer to you and lazily draped his arm around your waist. 

“G’morning,” he mumbled. 

“Good morning,” you greeted, kissing his forehead. “Blade… Have you checked your phone yet?” 

“Yeah, when I woke up an hour ago. My manager let me know just how much chaos I caused over voicemail. Then I decided to go back to sleep with you and deal with it later,” he said simply. 

“Blade!” 

He noticed the furrowed crinkle between your brows and he rubbed it away with his thumb. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll get it all sorted out eventually. All that matters is I’m here with you right now.” 

“You’re right. Let’s enjoy this before you have to go back on tour,” you said, placing your phone on your nightstand and ignoring the notifications lighting up your phone. “And if damage control is too hard to deal with, know that I’m always here for you. I’ll answer your call even if it’s in the middle of the night here.” 

Blade cupped your face and softly kissed your lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” 

“I ask myself the same thing,” you said with a smile. “Now, wanna get some coffee?”

#I LOVED WRITING THIS IT MAKES ME WANNA WRITE THIS FAKE DATING CELEB!BLADE X CELEB!READER AU NGL... #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #blade hsr #blade x reader #hsr blade #hsr fanfiction #hsr #hsr blade x reader #idol!au #hsr imagines #hsr scenarios

[beyondspaceandstars]

valentine's day with matt

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! This is a quick little headcanon/thoughts/scenario (?) I came up with. I’ve had a strong Daredevil fixation lately. But, anyway, this is just a silly little fun thing but I hope you enjoy it. I don’t know if it’s very good but it’s festive and sweet, I think :)

also apparently there is a limit to how many characters you can use in a bullet-point list so i apologize for the atrocious formatting, i can't figure out how to get around that dumbass rule with this text editor

There is no doubt in my mind that Matt is an absolute romantic when he’s in a real, stable relationship

He doesn’t let himself into them but when he finds a person and dedicates himself fully, there’s no holding him back from worshipping his partner

Matt met you in the late spring, way past Valentine’s Day for that year, and frankly, he wasn’t sure if you’d want to stick around past the summertime

He got nervous when you two started getting serious and when he eventually let you in on his nighttime activities he was sure you would run for the hills

But you hadn’t

And the next thing you both knew… it was the season of love. Valentine’s Day. Your first Valentine’s Day together was just around the corner.

You truly didn’t expect much. Maybe a nice dinner and flowers—the expectation of flowers would even be pushing it. In your past relationships, Valentine’s Day hadn’t been anything. You’d try to get your partners to do thing, go out on dates with you, but no one ever seemed very interested in it all.

“It’s a holiday to sell things,” your last boyfriend had said to you when you’d asked him if he wanted to have a nice dinner at your favorite steakhouse. It was then that you had simply assumed men just didn’t do Valentine’s Day.

Matt, on the other hand, was stressing—seriously stressing—over February 14th.

The man would be practically making himself sick trying to plan out the day. But he was very good at hiding his stress. At least, from you. Foggy wasn’t spared from witnessing Matt’s panic.

"What about that new Italian place around the corner? Does it look nice?"

"Matt, do you think you’re maybe overthinking all of it?"

Matt would never admit if he was but…yes, he was.

You were unaware of it all and tried not to think too hard about the holiday. You had gotten Matt a small gift and were going to suggest having a night in with a nice dinner and a bottle or two of wine…

But then he caught you off guard.

You were out for lunch with him the day before Valentine’s Day. You two didn’t work too far from one another and so lunch dates (depending on your schedules, of course) had become a pretty regular part of your weekly routine.

It was about halfway through your lunchtime when, out of nowhere, completely unprompted, Matt said, "I made us reservations for tomorrow night at an Italian restaurant not too far from here."

Your jaw went slack and your heartbeat shot up. The concern that fell on Matt’s face told you he noticed.

"If… If that’s okay with you," he stammered, trying to walk back on his words. "If you don’t want to do anything for Valentine’s Day, I understand, I’m sure I can cancel—,"

"No!" Your outburst took both of you by surprise. You almost start laughing out of nervousness. "I mean, I’d love to. It sounds amazing, I was just…surprised. No guy I’ve been with has ever really wanted to do anything on Valentine’s Day."

Matt frowned. A deep, serious frown. "You’ve never gone out for Valentine’s Day?"

"Not really." You felt your cheeks go warm. "I’m very excited." Your heartbeat hadn’t settled since he mentioned dinner plans.

The next day, you were giddy. You had stayed over at Matt’s place and decided to wake up early to make him a nice breakfast. He was speechless. You two would exchange "Happy Valentine’s Day" before swapping sweet kisses and going your separate ways for the day.

You’d assume you wouldn’t hear from Matt again until dinner time but then a giant — giant — bouquet of roses was delivered to your office. You were stunned. As were your coworkers. And then the flowers made you hopelessly tear up.

It was already the best Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had and you still had dinner to look forward to.

After work, you returned to your apartment and freshened up.

You were quite nervous for some reason. It didn’t make sense. You’d been going out with Matt for almost a year. You two had been on numerous dates. Hell — you two slept together regularly. But this? Valentine’s Day dinner? This was what was making you all jittery?

It was a mix between never really knowing what to expect for Valentine’s Day and wanting everything to go perfectly.

Matt was patiently waiting for you outside the restaurant when you arrived. You saw a smirk creep its way onto his lips, no doubt sensing your presence.

"Hi, honey," you said as you approached and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You made quite the ruckus at my office today with that garden of flowers you sent."

Matt chuckled. "Were they okay? I kind of had to trust the florist’s opinion and he could’ve scammed me for all I know."

You laughed. "They’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."

"You clearly haven’t looked in the mirror lately."

"Matthew Murdock, you’re silly."

The restaurant he had chosen was stunning. Very fancy, very chic. A nice modern, clearly high-end, Italian restaurant. You gasped when you saw the array of artistic decor. It was just all so…romantic.

"Is it… Do you like it? Is this okay? I also had to trust Foggy for advice on this place—,"

"It’s wonderful, Matt. Everything is so wonderful."

He took your elbow and gave it a squeeze.

The hostess then escorted you two to your table, Matt continued holding onto your elbow and you had to keep yourself from laughing. No doubt he had already mapped out the place in his head.

Your table was in the back of the establishment, kind of hidden and private. You wondered if Matt had dropped some extra money to get something so intimate. You were tearing up at the thought.

"Are you okay?" Matt asked after you two took your seats.

"You make me feel so special."

Wordlessly, Matt found your hand and kissed the back of it. It was almost silly but it made your heart skip a beat. Seriously, you felt like a teenager on a first date.

You diverted your attention to the menu. You quickly realized Matt had the same one as you — a.k.a. a menu he couldn’t exactly read. It looked like Matt came to the same realization as you when he picked it up.

"Oh, should I see if they—,"

Matt shook his head. "Read it to me?" He leaned back in his seat, waiting, a little cocky or proud of himself.

You blushed. "Sure, I think I can manage that."

Dinner went by very nicely. You raved about the food and Matt looked relieved that you enjoyed it. You two even split a dessert. Matt "accidentally" got whipped cream on your cheek, which he just had to clean up himself. You teased him it was just a ploy to get close to you and he didn’t deny it.

Afterward, you two walked arm and arm back to his place. The night was peaceful and lovely and…perfect.

"I have a gift to give you later," you said, breaking the silence.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm," you sighed. "Well, maybe I have a couple of gifts."

"Oh?" Matt smirked.

"I gotta thank my lovely boyfriend properly. This was the best Valentine’s Day," you admitted.

Matt stopped on the sidewalk. The streets were quiet and empty. His arm untangled from yours, his hands grinding your waist with ease. "It’s not over yet," Matt said in a hushed tone. "Besides, I might have a couple of gifts for you as well."

And then he kissed you deeply. The world around you felt like it had stopped.

"Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart."

"Happy Valentine’s Day, honey."

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock fic #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #mcu fic #mcu fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #writing* #mcu fluff

[wolfjackle-creates]

I'll Carry Your Heart with Me (Until I Find You Again): Part 3

And this is the third and final part of my hundred follower celebratory writing. The fic will continue past this, but it will be a while before I can return to it. I want to get back to Ghost!Robin and Bring Me Home first. This was a blast to write, though.

The angst starts here. Parts 1 and 2 were fun and fluffy. But things take a turn here. And it'll be quite a while before our boys can get back to happier times.

Mostly Jason POV with a short section from Danny's.

3.8k words. There wasn't a great place to break it up.

First, Previous

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Jason sighed as Danny flew out of his range of awareness, leaving him alone in his lair again. Though… he touched his lips which still tingled with cold and smiled to himself. At least this time he was left with some pleasant memories.

Turning his back to the swirling void, he entered the brick building that housed the most important parts of his home from before. Ignoring the kitchen, he walked through a door and into his bedroom. It was the only place he had yet to show Danny.

Though maybe he should change that?

He flopped down on his bed and touched his lips again before rolling over and burying his face in his pillow. God, he felt like a teenage girl. Was this why Dick liked to meet up with girls? Jason had kissed girls a few times before, but with Danny… It just felt so much better.

Maybe it was because his mouth was cool? Kissing him felt like a drink of fresh spring water on a hot day. Or perhaps it was the way they could project their feelings while kissing. And not needing to breathe was definitely nice.

He sighed and moved until he was staring up at the ceiling. How in all the realms was Danny interested in him? A dumb kid who got in over his head and died because of it.

Danny was still alive, too. With a sigh, he pushed himself up. He didn’t want his thoughts to go this way—he wanted to bask in their first kisses some more.

Would Danny get too old for him?

Alfred would have been able to set him right. Let him know if this was doomed from the start or if he might actually have something. And Dick… Well, first he’d tease. But after. They’d go to the gym and when he was tired out and sweaty, they’d go and get milkshakes or something and Dick would give surprisingly helpful advice. The type he couldn’t quite bring himself to ask Alfred or Bruce.

Bruce would be insufferable, of course. He’d insist on researching everything he could about Danny. Would probably stalk him, too. But after he was convinced Danny wasn’t trying to take advantage, he’d tell Jason to invite him for dinner. He thought they’d probably get along, too. While their personalities were quite different, their morals were a perfect match.

But no. He’d never get any of that. Because he had to be an idiot and die.

Though… did death have to be permanent? Danny had come back after all. And hadn’t several members of the Justice League died at one point before returning to life?

Could he do that?

Restless now, he got out of bed and made his way to the gym. These were the types of thoughts that only made sense when he was doing something physical. One routine in particular was his “thinking routine.” His dad would always call Alfred in if he saw Jason doing this one. How would he be able to come back?

Most of the stories he heard required something happen to the body on Earth. But he didn’t have that option. He was limited to the Infinite Realms. But… these lands were infinite. There had to be someone or something here that could help him. Maybe there’d be some information in Ghost Writer’s lair? What other ghosts had Danny told him about?

And then he remembered: Desiree. He froze, leg in the air as he was halfway through a kick. If he’d still been human, he would’ve fallen on his face.

Desiree had been able to rewrite reality so that Danny and Sam had never met. In doing so, she’d erased his death from ever happening. If she could do that, bringing Jason back from the dead would have to be a piece of cake. So long as he phrased his wish correctly.

Now that he had a new mission, he fell out of his fighting stance and made his way to the library. He had a wish with a genie to craft.

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With how time never seemed to work right in the Realms, Jason wasn’t sure how long it took him to craft his wish. But he finally had it. And this one shouldn’t backfire on him.

I wish I was alive again with a healthy body and intact mind.

Though he did continue trying to think it through. Would it be possible to twist this one? If it was, Desiree would find away. At least if Danny’s stories could be believed. And Ember and Kitty insisted that Danny downplayed his stories more than anything.

Which was hard to believe, even as a former Robin.

Now he had to find Desiree. And as much as he wracked his brain, he didn’t think Danny had given him any sort of clue as to where her lair might be located. And he didn’t want to just ask someone straight out. They’d try and dissuade him from going. Even worse since the only ghosts he really knew were ones Danny introduced him to. Apparently it was normal for a ghost to not leave their lair much for the first few years after death, so he hadn’t yet done much exploring of the Realms.

Though Danny had once tried to sketch him a vague map. Apparently things in the Realms had a tendency to move around a lot, but clusters did form among people of similar background. Medieval European ghosts clustered together in one area, Kryptonians could be found somewhere else, and so on.

Now, where did the ghosts from the Middle East gather? He looked over the map Danny had given him and chewed his lip as he tried to figure out where things were in relation to him. No sun or cardinal directions made it so much harder to orient anything. Which was probably the point.

But he did have some anchors to recognize. After being to Ghost Writer’s domain, he could find that again. And he’d once gone to visit Kitty and Johnny with Danny. So that was another point of reference.

Finally, he thought he had at least enough of an idea to get close. It would have to do, though Bruce would have insisted on more research.

But Bruce wasn’t here which was the entire point.

Well, that and he didn’t want Danny to get older and not want to date or kiss him anymore. It’d be fine for a few years, but what about when Danny was twenty or forty or whatever and Jason was still the same fifteen year old kid?

He shook his head. That didn’t matter because he’d be able to grow up, too. Dick would be there to tease him about his boyfriend. And Alfred would give him a hug and his favorite meal. And Bruce would help him finish school and get into a good college and would celebrate every passing grade with him.

With those pleasant thoughts, he exited his lair. He gave it one last look before setting off in the direction he believed would lead him to Desiree.

He hadn’t been traveling very long when he approached a lair who’s ghost was sending off such strong stay-away vibes that Jason was forced to go around. Putting him quite far off course. The ghost must have been strong to control such a large area of the Zone.

Gritting his teeth, he tried to reorient himself to get back on track.

Which is when he heard a menacing chuckle from behind him. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the whelp’s friend. You’d make such good bait. With you at the center of my trap, I may actually catch the boy and finally get his pelt for my wall.”

Jason spun, Robin costume appearing as he did. Behind him, his cape flared. “And you must be Skulker. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I’m sure you have.” Although his face was just a mecha suit, it grinned viciously. “But you will not find me so easy to escape.” Compartments on Skulker’s shoulders opened and a flurry of small missiles flew out at him.

A wave of Jason’s hand brought up a shield that easily deflected the projectiles. He turned invisible and quickly changed position, sending his own ectoblasts back at Skulker. After months of sparing with Danny, he knew how to handle himself in a ghost fight. He could even hold his own against Johnny when he came to visit.

Of course, fighting with Skulker was not on the agenda for today. He just wanted to get to Desiree.

“Can’t you see that I have better things to do today? Go bug Ember or something!” shouted Jason.

The only response he got was another missile sent his way. Only this one tracked him. Reaching into his core, Jason sent out a burst of flame, exploding it before it could get too close. There had to be something he could do to end this battle sooner rather than later.

At the very least, he could get some distance between himself and Skulker. He retreated a bit, wishing that the Realms had more cover instead of being mostly open void.

And then he felt it. The stay-away feeling from the lair he’d avoided earlier. Skulker shouted something else, though Jason didn’t bother to pay attention to the words. Instead, he made his way closer to the lair. To his satisfaction, Skulker followed.

It wouldn’t do to project his own presence, so Jason pulled in on his power, keeping it coiled tightly around his core. He focused hard on not projecting any emotions. Danny taught him how to hide his presence from other ghosts in order to prank Dani who had tagged along to visit.

Now, to make Skulker really mad. Jason turned to face his attacker and stuck out his tongue and waved his hands next to his head. “Na, na, na, na, na, na!” he called.

“Whelp!” roared the other ghost as he pulled out a huge bazooka and shot several blasts.

Jason immediately turned invisible and pulled his aura in even tighter, flying away from his position as fast as possible.

Not even a moment later, a loud booming voice called out, “Who disturbs my peace?”

Jason didn’t wait to see what sort of ghost it was, he just focused on escaping. After who-knows-how-long flying, he slowed down and looked around. He couldn’t see Skulker anywhere. More cautiously, he let his aura expand again. There were some ghosts around, but none of them felt aggressive or seemed to pay him any mind.

Now he had to figure out where he was and how far off course he’d gotten. Looking around, the doors and buildings he could see all looked old. Stone walls and thatched roofs. Weathered wooden doors. So he was in the territory of older ghosts. Excellent. Though the architecture definitely looked more European than Middle Eastern.

He pushed on. No way was he going to turn back now.

After passing who knows how many lairs, he stopped for a moment to try and get his bearings. Obviously just continuing on was not going to work.

“Thine garb is unlike any I have seen,” commented a voice from behind him.

Jason spun and came face-to-face with an elderly woman who he couldn’t help but describe as matronly. Her dress was extremely old and she had a head wrap, though wisps of shadow instead of hair were just visible under the fabric.

“No, ma’am. I’m just passing through.”

“A pilgrimage? Where dost thou go?”

“I… yeah. I’m on a pilgrimage. I’m trying to find the Middle Eastern ghosts. Er… Constantinople? The Ottoman Empire?” He had no ideas what the countries would have been called back when this woman had been alive and hoped he got wasn’t completely off. “In life, I had some teachers from that area and I wanted to see if I could learn more in death.”

She nodded in understanding. “Much can be learned in death that life left no time for. But thou hast been turned around. Thine destination is not in this direction.”

“Can you direct me?”

She smiled. “Certainly.”

Though once she started explaining the path, Jason sent out a few curses to the ancients. Why couldn’t things stay still in the Realms? From their current position, he was supposed to go down until he came to a lair which was a stone tower that flew red flags. Then he had to spin in a circle clockwise five times. When he stopped, he might be facing Queen Dora’s city. In that case, he had to fly in the opposite direction.

But he might also end up facing a fortress made of black stones and guarded by skeletons. If that happened, he should go left. If he found himself facing a forest with a waterfall, he should continue straight past it.

And for each option, another half dozen instructions followed. Thank the ancients Bruce had tested him on memorizing complicated directions constantly as Robin. He wasn’t sure how else he would have found the way.

“Thank you,” he said once she had finished.

“May thine journey bring thee peace.” And she was gone.

Jason repeated her instructions, going straight down until he saw the tower with the red flags. He spun. And found himself facing a medieval European city with a black and purple dragon flying in circles over it. On her head was a golden crown: Queen Dora. He turned his back to the city and flew in the opposite direction.

It took so long to come across the next landmark he was told to look out for that he was afraid he had done something wrong. But he had no other guide, so he kept going.

And eventually he found it. And the next one. And the one after that.

And finally, he noticed a change in the architecture. The towers became more graceful. The materials they were made of changed.

“Desiree!” he called.

No one answered. He kept going.

Every so often he would call her name. He let his aura spread to see if he could sense any powerful ghosts. The few ghosts that were around disappeared as soon as they heard her name leave his mouth.

For the first time, he started to wonder if this was a bad idea.

Just when he was about to give it up and turn around, a presence made itself known.

Amusement, curiosity, entertainment surrounded him.

The mix of emotions sent a jolt of fear up his spine. It felt so similar to how The Joker would laugh when he got them in a trap. How he laughed when he laid that last trap; the glee he projected as he smashed Jason’s bones with a crowbar.

“Who calls me?” echoed a woman’s voice in the void around him.

Jason forced his back to remain straight as he faced the direction he could sense the presence in. “My name is Jason! Jason Todd and I have a wish.”

Smoke gathered before him forming into a giant woman with long black hair and bright green skin. She smiled at him; it sent shivers down Jason’s spine. “Lucky for you, wishes are my domain. What do you wish for, Jason Todd?”

If he still had a heart, it would be beating fast in his chest. As it was, he was glad he didn’t have to breathe. Far easier to hide how much he was starting to regret this journey.

But no. He needed to do this. All his reasons for being here still existed. It was far too late to turn back now. “I wish I was alive again with a healthy body and mind intact.”

“So you have wished it, so shall it be!” Desiree waved her hands and Jason was surrounded in a wave of power. It twined around him. He was spinning and wind tore at his clothes. He slammed his eyes shut as laughter echoed in the tornado. He curled up, trying to protect himself from the unrelenting power.

And then everything was silent. It was dark and he was lying on his back. He pushed up and yelped when his head hit something hard right above his head. Where was he? What was going on? He banged on the top of the box he was in.

He needed out. He pushed and screamed. Something shifted and he pushed harder. It was cold, why was it so cold? Something broke above his head and he coughed as dust fell into his mouth. He closed his eyes and mouth tight and kept pushing. The surface gave. It poured down on him, but he pushed his way up.

Nothing could keep him trapped. Never again. When had he been trapped before? Where was he? He pushed through and his hand reached the other side of whatever he’d been trapped in. He pushed more. His other hand was free. He grasped and pulled himself free.

And finally he could breathe. And see. Someone was supposed to be here. Where were they? Why hadn’t they come for him? He needed to find them. They were here. They had to be. They wouldn’t have abandoned him. Not again.

Where were they? Where Were They?!

He pulled himself up. He stumbled. He kept going. He had to find them. The person, people?, who were supposed to be here. Why weren’t they here?

He took one step after another. They were nearby. A person! Right ahead! Was that them? No. It wasn’t. They were wrong! Why were they here? He pushed them away. They weren’t supposed to be here. They weren’t the right person. He kept going.

But everyone he found was not right. Why weren’t they right? Where were they?

The world got brighter. More people came out. They still weren’t right. It got dark. Where was he? Why was everything wrong?

Another wrong person. He tried to punch them. Only this time, his fist didn’t connect. They said something. The voice was wrong. He tried to kick, but that was stopped to. More people surrounded him.

His arms were pinned back. Then his legs. He couldn’t move. Why couldn’t he move? He tried to scream. Something was shoved in his mouth. He couldn’t scream. He struggled. He needed to get free. He needed to find the right person. Where were they? Where were they?

The world went black. When it lightened again, he saw a pool of green.

Green was safe. Green meant home and peace and an end to the fighting and the fear and the pain. He struggled, needing to get to it. But he couldn’t move his arms and his legs. And people were touching him. Surrounding him. Still the wrong people.

He thrashed and tried to scream. He wanted the right people. And suddenly he could move again. The people ran away from him. But that was fine. He didn’t want them near him. His legs hurt. And walking felt strange. But he stumbled forward. He needed to get to the green.

He sunk down deep and let the green take over. He breathed it in and everything made sense. This was right. This was home. The woman who brought him here was the right person. She was green and green was peace.

But when the green faded, all he saw was red. Red all over his hands and his arms and his clothes.

And he was so, so cold.

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Less than a week after their date (yes Jazz, he could admit it was a date now) at Ghost Writer’s lair, Danny returned to spend more time with his boyfriend. His boyfriend.

Only… when he got there, Jason’s lair was empty and abandoned. The island was entirely gone, leaving just the door. When he opened it, a layer of dust covered everything. The kitchen was filled with moldy food. Water overflowed the blocked sink. He floated above the floor, not wanting to step in the mess. What had happened? Where was Jason? The library. He had to be there. His hand shook as he turned the doorknob.

The mess in the library was almost worse. All the books had been knocked off their shelves and lay haphazardly all over the floor—spines broken and pages torn and bent. Jason hated damaging a book.

“No. No,” he whispered. This wasn’t real. A ghost’s lair reflected their state of being. Jason was okay. He had to be.

He backed out of the library. The gym. Jason always went there when he was upset. Only the gym was empty, too. It was in just as awful of shape. The punching bag had been split and it’s sand spilled over the floor. The weights were tossed about, the floor cracked under where they’d fallen.

There was only one more room. The only room Danny had never been in before.

With shaking hands, he opened the door to Jason’s bedroom. Clothes were strewn around the floor, torn and dirty. The bed was messy, but something was glowing under the covers.

He let himself land on the floor. He needed the connection to the world. Nothing felt real. The clothes piled on the floor meant his footsteps were silent, though his breaths echoed loud in his ears. It seemed to take forever to reach the bed.

His hand shook as he reached for the blankets and pulled them back one by one. Under the last one he saw what looked like a smoldering, black coal.

Jason’s core.

“No.”

Danny instinctively took a step back. That couldn’t be Jason. It couldn’t. He didn’t know how long he stared at the burning coal. He had to move. He stepped forward again and sunk to his knees by the bed. He reached forward and gently touched the core. It was barely warm to his touch.

It should have been an inferno. Jason burned so brightly. His breath caught in his throat. He couldn’t breathe. He fell the rest of the way down, face pressed into the dirty, dusty sheets. He flared his aura.

The core felt like Jason. It was him.

Danny pushed himself up enough to cradle it gently in his hands. How could Jason be so small? He held him to his chest and curled around him. Whatever happened, he’d make it better. He’d find out who had hurt Jason and he’d make them pay.

His eyes burned and the world grew blurry as he cried, curled around Jason’s comatose form.

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Next

So, don't @ me about the "intact mind" thing. I will address that later in the fic. I promise it's not a plot hole!

Tag List

@britcision, @echoednonny, @adorablechaos, @letoasai, @saphjack, @emergentpanda-blog

#dpxdc #danny fenton #jason todd #desiree (dp) #dead on main #angst #and now the happy times are over #jason and danny both have some long roads ahead of them #i apologize for butchering the early modern english i had the guide ghost speaking #things will get worse before they get better #but they will get better #they just have to earn their happy endings #i honestly planned to stop writing after the kiss #but the rest of this flowed so easily that i had to continue

[w0nd3rplay]

W0ND3RPLAY'S MORTAL KOMBAT

SATOSHI IN THE NEW ERA

inspired by @running-with-the-feels and @laismoura-art. Fuck NRS for not letting their own mascot be happy. @theelderhazelnut @bloody-arty-myths @starneko123

A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE SHIRAI RYU IN THIS VERSION FIRST....

In the new era, the Shirai Ryu is mostly composed of pyromancers and plant magic users as opposed to the Lin Kuei, but their origins on how they came to be are different: the founder was a pyromancer himself and couldn't handle the cold environment, also got homesickness, so the Lin Kuei grandmaster assigned him to start a japan branch but then founder got shipwrecked and met a bunch of plant magic users, who have a redeemed Cetrion as their patron goddess. The island is her blessing towards them.

The matriarch of the plant magic users was the one to become grandmaster, as the founder see her as deemed worthy of the role when she was participating in the Mortal Kombat tournament.

The Shirai Ryu takes on the same role as the Lin Kuei but the difference is they deal with a bunch of external threats towards Earthrealm while internal threats are dealt with by the Lin Kuei. Both clans are on civil and friendly terms. (This may explain Harumi's connection to Outworld and the Umgadi)

NOW BACK ON THE SUBJECT!

There was no massacre that took place, just Hanzo and Harumi living a happy life with their beloved son. As I said, fuck NRS.

Hanzo wasn't a pyromancer after becoming Scorpion, it was by birth, and this goes the same toward Harumi as she's one of the best plant magic users within her clan. Oh, not to mention she's the official grandmistress.

Satoshi was born on October 11, making him a Libra.

In his early years, there were many marks that looked like scars and injuries that made Satoshi look like he grew up in a terrible household much to his parents' concern, they went to see the doctors but it was always concluded that Satoshi was perfectly healthy overall, no serious skin condition going on whatsoever.

Then a psychic came over to the village, they told them that Satoshi has a soulmate, and there was bad energy surrounding those marks because whoever was predestined to meet him must've grown up in a not so pleasant home life. They told his parents that their son must simply wait for his soulmate as that person would eventually find him, assuming around his teenage years.

By the time he was 5, the marks appeared less frequently, then for two months where it kept popping up left and right. Satoshi also had a really vivid nightmare of a village being destroyed with its residents being killed in the most gruesome ways possible, which was very alarming for his parents and that was a time where security measures had to be held up because they assumed it meant something wrong was about to happen to the clan.

Satoshi grew a habit of making up stories about the random scars that appear in his body, thinking they were from other different lives, from the past to the far future. Even his playmates get on the fun. This is because he didn't understand this whole soulmate ordeal at the time until much later in life when his parents sat down with him that day.

Is childhood besties with Takeda, as Kenshi settled down in the Shirai Ryu after freeing his own clan from the yazuka and marrying the love of his life, Suchin. They were practically raised like brothers growing up and liked to push each other's limits to ensure they grew up to be great warriors. Takeda loved being a big brother figure towards Satoshi as they were both only children with no siblings whatsoever.

His favorite pastime was gathering plants in the island's wide variety of otherworldly plants, he lets his parents cook the plants he's gotten during dinner. It even stayed after his childhood.

Another one was catching bugs with his dad, his favorite being those butterflies. He also learned how to paint and was a gifted artist like his mother.

Got a HUGE FNAF phase around when he was like 7-9 years old, his favorite animatronic would be Bonnie (blame @laismoura-art, those headcanons with Bi-han are truly hilarious) and shipped him with Freddy before he even knew shipping meant.

Inherited his father's facial features and resting grumpy face, though that resting face becomes more prominent once he was 11 years. It was also when he started to take on grandmaster training as per the clan's tradition.

He eventually started to learn how to hunt to practice his assassin skills, helping other villagers and members as a way to connect with them. He's now often seen practicing in the Fire Gardens or in the courtyard.

He also took on babysitting duty as well and eventually became like a protective and loving older brother towards the little fellas, he started becoming good with kids at this point too.

Satoshi didn't know about Zhenbing, the son of Bi-Han & Sareena until he began his grandmaster training despite knowing Zhenbing's parents personally due to monthly annual meetings between the Shirai Ryu & Lin Kuei, because he was often sent to Kenshi's home to be babysat while the meetings took place. They bonded over the fact they went through a FNAF phase albeit Zhenbing happened to him pretty early (sometime around 6-7) and the high expectations, pressures that comes with being both future grandmasters.

When he first met Zhenbing's adoptive older sister, Frost, she was responsible for Satoshi's bisexual awakening and had a brief crush for only two months. Currently he's a pansexual in denial.

He started to experience a growth spurt once he was 12 years old, and was 6'0" by the time he hit 13, his current age. (My boy would've been freaking in the NBA with the height I gave him at this point 💀)

He's also gotten more intimidating looking in terms of appearance due to the grumpy resting face that he has, but don't worry, he's a sweetheart but is really omniverted at best.

Whenever he wants to wind down and relax or wants some alone time, he goes to this huge lake with a pretty waterfall hidden within a forest only he knows and even plans to show his soulmate this place once he's trusted and got to know them more. He usually paints or plays with the small animals that come and stop by.

When an Ainu elder joined the clan, he got to get more connected to his heritage since while his father was afraid to pass on the traditions to his wife and son yet due to being disowned after joining the Shirai Ryu, so he takes that opportunity for a nice father-son bonding, since he too wants to take pride in his heritage as well and let his father join on a journey in learning about themselves. This was a core memory during Satoshi's teenage years (I loved the 'Hanzo being Ainu' headcanon from that one anon sent to @running-with-the-feels)

He enjoys reading those old choose your adventure books he'd find in those bookshops as well with some nature books, he's a huge fan of horror and fantasy novels as well.

His music taste consists of 90's japanese hip-hop, along with some from its western counterpart, along with indie rap. He listens to artists like Joey Valence & Brae, MC Hammer, Kid N' Play, and Salt N' Pepa

As Satoshi is now a teenager and now understands the whole soulmate ordeal that he has, he starts to wonder what his soulmate would be like in person, other than being such a reckless idiot as marks resembling external injuries tend to pop up often. He often says to himself 'Oh what they've done now??' or 'Here we go again...', yet beyond those scars, he wishes to meet them but alas, a psychic told his parents that he must wait. For now.......

#🌠// lucky's headcanons #🐲 // w0nd3rplay's mortal kombat #satoshi hasashi #hanzo hasashi #harumi hasashi #subscorprumi #takeda takahashi #kenshi takahashi #suchin takahashi #forest fox #shirai ryu #bi han #sareena #mortal kombat #mk1 2023

[bountydroid]

Butterbeers and Soft Smiles

The long-awaited part 2!

Aesop Sharp x Professor!reader

Description: There is a new Muggle Studies Professor at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her bubbly personality was nearly the opposite of Sharp's own, but little did he know, she has a soft spot for men like him.

Part 1

Notes:

Y/l/n = your last name

Y/n backed off a bit after Aesop got her flowers, content with her progress with him. She exchanged niceties in the hallways and made conversation with him at mealtime but stopped seeking him out. This wasn't because she lost interest in him, but because of the advice of her dear friend Mirabel.

"He is a loner; you'll burn him out. Try and give him some space so you don't mess this up." Mirabel explained during one of their late-night gossip sessions.

So that is what she did.

Unfortunately, Professor Sharp had yet to learn what to make of this new behavior. Did she not like the flowers? Did he do something wrong? He pondered every free chance he got. He decided to focus on his students to distract himself from his worries.

After a few weeks of quiet, he finally had enough. At the end of the day, after classes had finished, he made his way to her office.

He cleared his throat as she looked up at the man in her doorway" "Ms. Y/l/n." He shifted nervously when they made eye contact.

"Mr. Sharp!" She exclaimed excitedly, smiling from ear to ear. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

Her excitement settled his nerves a bit. "So I didn't do something wrong." He thought to himself as they stared at each other in silence.

"I was just thinking about you." She says, causing Aesop to blush. "Would you like to get a butterbeer with me tonight?"

"I guess I have time." He stutters out, trying to hide his excitement.

Y/n smiled deviously at the sight before her. Obviously, her feelings were reciprocated, and she couldn't be happier at this revelation.

-

Y/n made her way into Hogsmeade with Sharp limping close behind her as they search for an open table.

"What can I get you?" Sirona smiled as she looked between the two.

"Two butterbeers." His voice rumbles as he orders for them both.

Y/n can't help but smile at him. He's getting bolder.

After a few butterbeers, Aesop starts to loosen up, laughing with Y/n as they talk about the troublesome Weasley boy. "I am hard on him, but I have to say he is creative!" He laughs as he takes another sip.

"You should see him in my class! He can't sit still! At least he can be active during potions." Y/n retorts, taking in the sight before her.

"I think I may have hit my limit," Sharp says as he stares at the bottom of his flagon.

"Right." She responds, sounding slightly deflated. "Let's do this again next week?"

"I would like that." Aesop bushes as he smiles at her.

Before he can get up, she reaches across the table to put her hand on his. "I really enjoyed myself today, Aesop." She whispers, looking deeply into his eyes.

He pauses for a second, surprised at the sudden contact. Before he has the chance to respond, Y/n stands up from the table, pulling him up with her.

"I enjoyed myself too. I haven't had this much fun in a while." He says as he takes her other hand in his, eyes flickering to her lips.

"You can kiss me." She whispers boldly. "'I'd like you to kiss me."

His mouth opens slightly in surprise at her fearlessness. He freezes. It has been a long time since he has kissed someone.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Y/n says, sensing his internal struggle.

"I do want to." He whispers, shifting his feet side to side nervously, eyes staring into hers.

At his confirmation, she quickly pecks his lips, not wanting to push him.

Aesop puts his hand on her cheek for a moment before he pulls her back in and deepens the kiss. Y/n can't help but smile against him.

She can't wait to see what the future holds for them.

tag list: @mothgirl-is-tired @dontbethatguy20

#professor sharp #professor aesop sharp #aesop sharp #aesop sharp x reader #professor sharp x reader #hogwarts legacy

[chaosbeetlefrontiers]

We need to talk about ghosttothefuture

cw/tw: stalking, racism, abuse

In the past I’ve talked about situations where I saw myself as a victim and blamed the people who rejected me because of my own behavior. In the present we’re doing something different.

This is a user named Ghost to the Future. Throughout the post I will be referring to him as Alex.

Since August of 2023, Alex and I have been friends as we shared a lot of Intergang ideas and later I would eventually help him overcome his insecurities and irl issues… or so I thought. Since Valentine’s Day, I stuck by him and tried to help him on a journey of improvement as he confessed to me that he was jealous of me talking to people that I’ve known for 2 years now because he wanted me all to himself when he needed to vent. I’ve tried multiple things such as exercises where he couldn’t DM me, cracked down on limiting the venting and most of all, trying to get him a therapist. I even talked to my own therapist and school about how I can get him the help he needed. It wasn’t just “get him a therapist so he could stop venting to someone who wasn’t qualified to handle it,” he actively hurt and pushed away my friends when they tried to help him themselves. For the sake of their privacy I will be censoring the names of my friends.

But eventually he told me that he’d get a therapist and during those weeks he told me about talking to him and even shared me advice that the therapist gave him and I thought we were on the right track. Then on March 26th, 2024, he confessed that he lied about it.

He admitted to lying about it and told everyone that he was toxic and manipulative. Minutes after this I blocked him and told him that someday we’d be able to talk again. Hopefully we could move on.

Then the day after he started spamming my email after I refunded him for a commission I never got to. He told me that he was getting help but he also asked me to unblock him and told me that I was the only person he hurt. We’ll be getting back to that in a bit. Make of these what you will.

To add insult to injury, he started stalking my Tumblr yesterday when he commented on one of my posts after I blocked him on Discord.

We’ll get back to the stalker part at the end because it is truly fucked but for now let’s tear into how he’s hurt my friends! Not all of this will be complimented by screenshots but I’ve talked with people and can confirm that all of this has happened, if you want evidence of it I’ll see what I can do.

He has constantly pushed my friends away after they have tried helping him out.

He has lied about watching certain media multiple times, my friends managed to prove this has he lied about watching a show that didn’t even air yet. Most of the time he fails to elaborate on why he loves a piece of art if he hasn’t experienced it or he’ll just sheep other people.

Back in December he complained to me about two of my friends making fun of him only to find out that they were just joking with each other and Alex made a big deal out of nothing.

After trying to set boundaries Alex kept on using the excuse that “we’re equals.”

He harassed one of my friends in DMs for having a Hazbin Hotel pfp at the time.

He makes fun of other people and their interests yet infamously can’t take any jokes towards him at all.

He tried instigating hate in me against my friends when they watched MAWS and didn’t like it.

Has urged and pushed people to do sexual RPs in the past even when they were uncomfortable.

He said the N word in my friend group, he is white btw. And when one of my friends talked to him about this Alex only constantly apologized and made excuses for why he said it. I have the screenshot of this, I won’t be sharing it in this post so I won’t violate any policies.

He’s made racist and misogynistic remarks towards people in his friend groups.

Has sexualized people who are younger than him.

This is only scratching the surface of what he’s done to people online as apparently he has a history of changing his username after being rejected from fandoms, one of which included the Owl House and he used it as a crutch to excuse a lot of his behavior. Online, he’s dangerous and a chameleon but learning about his irl activity he’s even worse. I won’t go too in depth there but needless to say he insults his friends, is violent towards other kids in his school and has caused a lot of toxic relationships.

And ultimately we get to why I decided to make this post. I told Alex’s friend (who is one of the nicest people I’ve met btw) that if Alex contacted me again then I would call him out. And since yesterday, Alex has not contacted me again… but he tried to. How? By using his friend’s email to message me. The attempt failed but I was alerted of this and furious. Originally I said that I think Alex can improve but he’ll have to do it without me. Now he’s killed his chances. Everything I covered here only scratches the surface of what he’s pulled but in short: cut contact with him for your own safety. If he tries joining more fandoms under this name or a new name, use this post for reference and stop him before he can do more damage. Right now, Alex is a toxic and manipulative person and shouldn’t be in a lot of these public spaces especially when he’s admitted that he is DANGEROUS. Currently his main fandom is My Adventures with Superman so I will be tagging that to get the word out. Please reblog as much as you can to get the word out and let people know about this individual before he gets to them as well. If you’re reading this Alex, you’ve hurt me and too many people for me to just let this slide and if you try contacting me and my friends again, hope you enjoy whatever stupid prizes you get in the future.

Until next time, I wish you guys luck. Stay safe, people.

#call out post #call out tw #tw stalking #tw racsim #tw abuse #my adventures with superman #If anyone is curious for more information feel free to DM me #My DMs on Tumblr and Discord are open and I’ll try to answer anything I can #But for now please leave me be #I’ve been going through a lot rn #maws

[bedeliainwonderland]

hey k, a little birdie told me you wanted the question :)

Do you think Hannibal was in love with Alana and Bedelia? The same way he was in love with Will? Or how do you see Hannibal's relationship with Alana and Bedelia compared to his intense love for Will?

😘❤️ aww thank you, you didn’t have to send it haha. I was just being overdramatic because I am annoyed.

But since you asked… *adjusts glasses and takes a sip of pink g&t, Lidl’s finest* WARNING: VERY LONG, read at own risk 💀

Soooo, let’s start by saying that Hannibal “loves” a lot of people. He loved Jack, he loved Abigail. In his own way, of course, and it’s not such a good thing to be loved by him. Can prove quite fatal. Not one of these 3 relationships are alike for many reasons. It’s like comparing apples, oranges and dog food.

Alana: Hannibal was absolutely fond of her and loved her in a way. She was a strong and intelligent woman and Hannibal has a thing for strong women, starting from his aunt (a thing that’s NEVER discussed by the fandom). Their connection was limited for obvious reasons: Hannibal could have never showed her his true self, she would have never accepted him for who he was. She wasn’t like him. When she asked if she could have ever understood him and he said no, it was actually a rare moment of truth from him. Yes, their romance was a form of a distraction, very useful for Hannibal, but he treated her well. Whether that excuses the lies and the deception, it’s up to everyone’s personal judgment. (I would have still slept with him 😏)

Will: *sighs* I am obviously not a fan, mainly because of the fandom and how the show turned into a bad fanfic by season 3 (because the creator loved being worshipped by a small group of people and ignored plot coherency in a process). Does Hannibal love Will? Yes. Does he love him in the way the fandom claims? Absolutely not. Will and his empathy are such a perfect thing for Hannibal. He’s a narcissist and what he loves most is himself. Will and his “gift” makes him an ideal clean slate Hannibal can project himself onto. He doesn’t care for Will on a personal level. He loves him the way one loves a favourite book or other object. You love it and you don’t want anyone else to have it, but you don’t expect the book to return your feelings. I imagine Hannibal had several other “projects” before Will, but no one them were so “pliant” to Hannibal’s tricks. Plus Will’s push back made Hannibal more and more obsessive. Would taking Will and Abigail to Europe work? Absolutely not, because again, Hannibal has never considered their own feelings. He has never considered them as persons. It would have blown up in his face and he would have probably killed them both (unless they escaped somehow). My biggest issue with the show is that Hannibal would have never forgiven Will his betrayal (or anyone else’s for that matter). Mizumono was a perfect break up with all his “relationships”. And don’t give me the “Hannibal loved Will so much he forgive him”. No, it was a creator’s choice to cater to the fandom and very OOC.

Bedelia: my biggest pet peeve is when people say she was “Will’s substitute”. Bitch please… if you must consider this in those terms, Will was the substitute. But you shouldn’t because those relationships have nothing in common. But the “brides of Frankensteeeein”?? I hear you scream. That was just Bedelia having fun toying with Will (and actually it was fan service…). She has never felt jealous about his relationship with Hannibal (she did find him a loose cannon though and was wary of what he might do to her). I once did a full on breakdown on their relationship throughout the episodes and wish I could find it again (search option here is… ughh). I will try to keep it short this time. Bedelia’s presence in Hannibal’s life is unique. When we meet Bedelia for the first time, it is being said that they have known each other for years at this point. Longer than anyone ever!! Hannibal is not a creature that keeps people around. So there’s something about Bedelia that makes her special. He is clearly enamoured by her and it’s an ongoing thing. If he “loved” her and then stopped, he would have killed her. What makes Bedelia special is that she is the only person that Hannibal treats like, well, a person. She is the only one on his “level”, the only one he respects. And it’s the respect that makes this so important. Hannibal has zero respect for anyone else, most people are just possible meat to him. He doesn’t respect Will or Abigail. It’s like Bedelia is a little pedestal above all others in Hannibal’s mind. But most importantly, she KNOWS. We don’t know how much she knows at the time of season 1, but she knows enough. Enough to know what he is. And she is not afraid or repulsed. Quite the contrary. And Hannibal senses she is like him, that’s why he sends her a wounded bird to kill. She does, proving him right, yet is not ready to embrace her dark side. Hannibal is: fine, I’ll wait. Again proving how special she is to him. She warns him, he doesn’t listen, she leaves, he lets her! But he wanted to kill heeer… no, he wanted to see if she was were really gone and if she had betrayed him (he’s fixated on betrayal in general). She didn’t, she left him a gift, once again proving how well she knows him and telling him they’ll meet again. Both his romance with Alana and his plan to get away with his “projects” only started AFTER she left. Bedelia wasn’t a plan B, she was plan A but she left. Let’s skip an essay on Florence since this is already ridiculously long, just a few points. Fandom’s obsession with pointing out that he only talked about Will: yeah, because FAN SERVICE, we had like 4 conversations between them, out of hundreds that would have taken place. Literally ALL the characters talk only about them. It has zero relevance to their relationship. The writers weren’t interested in developing any other storyline. But even so, we still got more than enough to see how much they meant to each other. Dimmond’s death: Hannibal literally (oops again that word) gives her an out. She could have left and he would have not followed. But she stayed and this was a moment when Hannibal realized he fucked up. His reckless behaviour has already ruined their life in Florence and now he finally see that Bedelia accepts him fully, like no one else ever did (NO, WILL DOESN’T). Things reach their boiling point, she patches him up (lovingly) and sends him away. And he ACCEPTS it! Even more so, he promises to support her story. This is HUGE, Hannibal has only cared about telling his own story and plotting his own way, and here he is like sure babe, I will say whether you want me to say. If that doesn’t make Bedelia a queen of his heart, I don’t know what does. Finally, contrary to what fandom says, Bedelia has NEVER betrayed Hannibal. She has covered for him and she has tried to help him. Bedelia is the only person who understands Hannibal. She is quite like him (same interests, same tastes) Hannibal never wanted and would never hurt or kill her. He feels protective of her, after all.

I ran out of space. If you got this far, I kiss you on the forehead 💋 thank you for reading!

#thank you for asking 😘❤️ #bedannibal #bedelia du maurier #hannibal lecter #dana-is-snax #asks #meta save

[lazytitans-world]

Wish series: Season Three outline

This would be the intended final season of my Wish series as I have found that most modern Disney animated shows only last around three season so I wanted to heed myself to that rule as well. The overall theme of this season is finality but also a sense of continual growth. It is the end of one adventure but the start of a larger journey for all our main characters.

These would be the goals of this season:

Deepen the relationship of Asha and Starboy. This is where we see their relationship in full force as they are now an official couple and I want to move this relationship to a point where the two would never want to be apart from each other. Both of them realize how important the other is to them and it is that connection that causes the couple to make a major choice at the end of this season. I want the audience to view them as a major or the major Disney power couple as their love will be the love that inspires the many romantic journeys seen in all Disney stories.

Have Starboy interact with Asha's friends and family. Having Starboy interact with Asha's friends and family was something I really felt should be important to not only this season but to their relationship as well. The most Starboy ever really interacted with someone from Rosas would be when he first came down and when he returned to battle the corrupted Amaya and I thought it would be interesting to see how he interacts with those who have known Asha for so long and to have his personality play off of theirs as each friend and family member has their own unique issues and personalities that makes for such an fun dynamic. And for his relationship with Asha, he gets to now see for himself who Asha fights for and why they are important to her, Sabino being a major factor in that and having an important episode this season.

Giving everyone the ending and closure needed but leave room for other adventures. No story is truly over but I want the viewer/reader to be content or happy with where these characters end up while at the same time leaving that door open in case I or others want to explore what comes next.

With the goals now out of the way, here are the episodes/ideas I have thought about for this season. These will be in no particular order.

• The season picks up a few days/weeks after the final episode of last season where Asha, Star and Starboy defeated a corrupted Queen Amaya that has once again left parts of Rosas damaged or even destroyed.

• Asha, being more knowledgeable about how to use her magic, takes on a good share of the responsibility in helping not only rebuild the kingdom but to also reaffirm that Amaya is not evil and is free from the dark magic that corrupted her. It is because of these responsibilities and there being much to do that she asks Starboy to partner with each of her friends and family to help with a certain task while Asha is dealing with her situation. This gets Starboy to interact with the teens as we spend the next few episodes having Starboy go on adventures and build relationships with the people that Asha is close to before Star or Starboy came into her life. I should state that each of Asha's friends and family members saw Starboy at the end of last season and were introduced to him after the battle with evil Amaya so this is not each persons first meeting with him

• Dahlia episode: Starboy and Dahlia will be involved in some sort of quest that has them dealing with a major food related issue and one that pushes the limit of Dahlia's handicap. We would learn how Dahlia has never let her disability get her down or stop her from doing anything she has set her mind to, something that Starboy understands and likes about her. Starboy though is eager to make a good first impression, especially since this is Asha's best friend, but goes a tad overboard and ends up making a mess. He is straight forward with her and tells her that he really wants to make a good impression with Asha's friends as he knows how important they are to her and he loves her that much. Dahlia does see this and tells him that he has been a good thing for her and does approve of them as a couple. Starboy would learn what Dahlia's true wish is and would show her how to take the first steps to make that wish come true.

• Gabo episode : the pairing of Gabo and Starboy alone can make for a great comedic episode, a kind of buddy comedy that starts small but escalates to major proportions. Starboy and Gabo get on each others nerves but in a fun way but in the end they would come out of it having respect and admiration for the other. Gabo, to Starboy, is like Star's personality cranked up to 11 and that is kind of what he likes about Gabo. He will speak his mind, even if it's probably something he should not say out loud.

• Hal/Safi/Dario episode: This is where me not writing season one has come back to bite me as that season would flesh out the seven's personalities, what their goals/wishes are and their relationships to each other and Asha. As of now these three are on the lower end of the development scale which is why I thought to team them up as having their quirks bounce off each other while Starboy has to take on a leader role with them could be fun.

• Bazeema episode: the main focus of this episode is to show that it is healthy to want time to yourself and be alone for a while. Starboy would be exhausted by all the escapades he’s been dealing with over the last few episodes and just wants some time to breath but he also doesn’t want to disappoint Asha and shrug of the responsibility he has. It gets overwhelming to the point where he lashes out at both star and Asha. Bazeema would step in and take him to one of her hideaways outside the kingdom where the two would just sit and meditate. After this Starboy would come back and apologize to Asha and Star but Asha would understand as this has been a lot of her to and that it’s healthy to take time for yourself every once in a while.

• Simon episode: For starters, Simon is skeptical of Starboy, which feels in line with his character as his choices were based around the idea of keeping his friends safe. So imagine how he feels as Asha comes back with this glowing boy but also saying that they are dating. The premise is Simon and Starboy would be going on patrol near the outskirts of Rosas as bandits have been spotted in the area. It is during this patrol that Simon reveals a secret to Starboy. I have not yet decided on what it is yet but my ideas are that it is that he has had a crush on Asha for a while now or that he was the one that turned his friends in to Magnifico which lead to Star being captured. Simon tells Starboy that his wish was to be one of Magnifico's best knights as he's always wanted to protect those he loved most, his friends. Starboy understands this as he feels the same way now that Simon did, he wants to protect not only Star and Asha but also their friends as well. In the end, they'd fight off the bandits and gain a sense of respect for one another.

• Asha and Starboy's first date episode: Now that the kingdom is getting back on its feet, Asha and Starboy determine that its about time they take some time for themselves and plan to spend an evening together. Both are nervous yet excited as this is the first time they have some good quality time in a while. Starboy is especially nervous as he knows Asha has been helping the kingdom for so long and wants to make the night special for her. He would plan this grand evening that eventually would go awry due to shenanigans of some sort. In the end, both would end up at the tree, just like they did in the last season, where they would just talk and Asha would say she really just wanted to spend time with him and that she enjoys moments like this where they can just talk. She'd give him a kiss on the cheek for his effort and they'd laugh as the episode fades out.

• Starboy meets Asha's family episode: This episode would take place on Asha's father's birthday, usually a day of mourning and remembrance for the family, is now one of happiness and care free attitude. Star Boy's arrival is meant to be the end of the family's grieving process over Asha's father, something we would touch on in season one. The big moment of this episode is Starboy playing music with Sabino and it's during this that Starboy can see into Sabino to see that his light is fading, meaning Sabino is dying. Sabino would say that he knows he won't be here very long and is why he wants to spend this time with the people he loves and those that love them as well, giving his approval for Starboy. We'd also see Starboy talking with Sakina and learning more about what her Wish actually was that Magnifico destroyed, which was to see her daughter shine and succeed. Sakina would tell Starboy how much Asha means to her with telling stories from when Asha was growing up and how her husband's passing affected her and Asha. By the end, both Asha's mom and Saba would approve of her relationship with Starboy, which is something Asha was most worried about.

• What's going on with Amaya: Amaya's character is in a weird place after the events of last season. Her kingdom is distrustful of her with some even wanting her out of power. So now on top of all the issues brought on by Magnifico, she is dealing with the consequences of giving into the same power that corrupted her husband and hurt the kingdom she claimed to love and promised to protect. Amaya has been completely torn down and I want this season to build her back up. I want the audience to see that even after you have reached your lowest, you can rebuild yourself into someone stronger and better than you were before.

• The "Princess" dilemma: With Asha having been so prominent and helpful in the rebuilding of Rosas, paired with Amaya's popularity being almost non existent, rumors and ideas are swirling around to make Asha the new ruler of Rosas, with even Amaya somewhat agreeing that someone new should take over. Asha is taken a back by this offer. She talks to her friends, family and Starboy about it and it's Starboy and Sabino that get through to her by reminding her that there are others outside of Rosas that are still in need of having their wishes granted. In the end, Asha would decline the offer and remind the citizens of the good Amaya did and has been doing, tying the two stories together.

• Star and Valentino: I feel like I have sidelined both Star and Valentino during this so I wanted to jot down some thoughts as to why and what could be done. Valentino is a character I personally don't see contributing heavily to the main story but is there for gags and the occasional insight and life advice.

Star, on the other hand, is a character I wanted to put some importance on. I wrote before how that Star may have more power than anyone, even they, know of but I am finding that I want Star to be a symbol for making the symbol for wishes. Every story with a wish has that star to wish on and I think once this season ends, Star should be that wishing star.

• Sabino's (possible) death: If I were to have Sabino pass away I want it to have meaning but be sudden as well. I would want it to happen at the end of a semi filler episode where Asha and Starboy just got back from an adventure only to see Asha's mother have a grim look on her face. Asha would go silent with her hands over her mouth as Starboy gently puts his hand on her shoulder, all three knowing what this means. The next episode would be dealing with the grief of this tragedy, something Starboy has limited experience with but does understand. Even though Sabino would be gone his spirit would live on in a certain way, either he'd become a star in the sky due to his impactful conversation he had with Starboy, or his music would live on and be the inspiration for classic disney songs and new songs as well.

• Stars go home: One episode would deal with an issue of Star and Starboy having to return to the sky as their jobs were complete, Starboy reviving Star's magic, and Star helping Asha make her wish come true. The two are not keen on leaving, Starboy especially with his romance with Asha having just started. Star Boy and Asha have a small argument when Star Boy asks Asha to come back with him saying how her magic skills have grown to where she could help the stars. Asha is taken back by this after seeing Star spend so much time in Rosas, with her friends and especially her family, especially with Sabino passing away so recently. In the end, the two decide that they must leave to be where they are needed and once they leave Magnifico would arrive to begin his attack on Rosas.

• Magnifico's attack: Magnifico, with the help of the spirit of dark magic has been brewing up an attack plan that will not only devestate Rosas but also destroy the wishes of everyone around the world and make him the most powerful being in existence, more powerful than stars themselves. This would be a three part finale with the first part being Magnifico's initial attack on Rosas ending with him breaching the walls and entering the city.

The second part would have Asha and her friends doing their best to defend the wishes and magic sanctuary of Rosas but ultimately failing and retreating just as Star and Starboy return as the episode ends.

• The ending: The season ends in a climatic battle as Asha, Starboy and Star team with the citizens of Rosas to fight against Magnifico, who has returned stronger than he was before haven given into dark magic and now wants to consume the wishes of everyone around the world. Magnifico would be defeated thanks to Asha's belief in herself and her skills but also the love she has not only for Starboy but for everyone she cares about. but not to be deterred as after his retreat, Magnifico decides to empower those who wish to make his wish come true. We'd see shadows of popular Disney villains such as Maleficent, Hades and Jafar.

The stars themselves would speak to the trio saying how Magnifco is using others from around the world to spread darkness and villainy and thus Asha, Starboy and Star would take up being the side of good and love, the two things that can stop powers and strong as Magnifco's villainous magic. They would be searching for their agents of good as we see bubbles with Disney heroes and helpers like Aladdin, Genie, the blue fairy, etc.

#disney wish #disney #wish #wish 2023 #starboy #disney star #wish reimagined #wish disney #asha x star

[boba-beom]

❦ gradually falling for your best friend / personal trainer | kang taehyun

pairing: taehyun x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive | headcanon

warning(s) & disclaimer: not proof-read, a little suggestive towards the end. I have like minimum knowledge about gym stuff and I don't really go in-depth about it anyway // this is obviously just for the sake of this headcanon and it is not me saying that this idol is only attracted to fit people because we all know taehyun loves and appreciates everyone regardless <3

wc: 805

note: yes this was all because taehyun spoke about clinching while giving a moa advice on weverse,, can you tell it's extremely spontaneous

taglist: @robin-obsessed (thought you would like to be notified<3) @wccycc @ericyjun @choiwrld @hotboyyeonjun @bb-eilish @bluejin0812 @ahnneyong @lizdevorak @luvsoobs (taglist is open but please put any indication of age in your bio, as I will not include the tags for certain posts)

you’ve known each other for so long to the point you’re comfortable enough to talk to him about your biggest struggle and insecurity,, in this case, it’s your body and wanting a healthier lifestyle

you know he’s currently working as a gym instructor at your local gym, but after he listened to your rant he offered to be be of assistance as your personal trainer

he’d start easy with you, talking you through alternatives for food but also letting you know not to limit yourself and it’s okay to have cheat days

the fun starts when you workout together

the first few times would be on the treadmill, warming up and listening to music while you appreciate the lack of other people; he always knew the best times to be at the gym

when he introduces weightlifting to you, squatting with the bar, or deadlifts, even pushes you a little to attempt at benching, he’d be the one to spot for you.

genuinely hyped you up whenever it’s time to increase the weights

maybe a few instances when you’re squatting and he’s spotting for you and he’s right there behind you, you’re there blushing at how close he is to the point you can feel his breath fanning on the back of your neck

if you’re not using the treadmill at the gym he’s there at your door early in the morning

you see him in his black cap, tank top, and shorts, sometimes a small towel around his neck and a simple smile followed by a “you ready?”

you’re there jogging around the neighbourhood, sometimes he even takes you to jog by han river. when you need to rest for a few minutes you’re sat by the river bank, he’s there rubbing your back as he praises you for doing well and telling you to let him know if anything is too much

as time progresses, those morning jogs eventually progress to morning runs

drinking protein shakes or fruit smoothies in the morning before heading out to your usual places to lap around

sometimes when you pass by an empty park, he’s there running towards the monkey bars doing pull ups and you’re giggling at him and start counting how many he can do before he gives up

when you’ve had a good run by han river you both eventually burn out and decide to walk back to your place. when it gets too warm taehyun usually takes his shirt off and no matter how many times he’s been shirtless around you, your eyes can’t stop wandering along his broad shoulders and trailing to his sculpted chest and his toned stomach

he’s there chuckling at you. he finds it cute every time he catches you ogling his body, it gets you every time

and when he drops you home, he gives you a hug before he heads home himself. his biceps tense a little when he squeezes you in your hug, your arms over his broad shoulders and your chin by the crook of his neck. your hands slide from his shoulders, down his biceps and forearms before entangling your fingers with his. he knows you don’t want him to leave but he’ll still see you the next day

you know he’s always been into boxing, he even invites you to one of the boxing sessions to watch him in case you’ll find any interest in it,, in which you do and you practice together

he’d teach you the beginner’s 1-2 punches, how to dodge punches and other techniques that you weren’t aware of.

one boxing session he teaches you how to clinch and your heart flutters for a few seconds

it’s a bit like a hug but it’s the opponents’ way of getting you to stop throwing punches

and when he teaches you how to clinch, your mind doesn’t even take note on how sweaty the both of you are.

you’re both just breathing heavily against each other, him talking to you in a hushed tone and talking you through it

and once he calls it a day, you’re there blushing furiously, walking back to the seats where you left your bag and water bottle and take a drink.

he’d come over noticing your sweat dripping and you forgot your towel but he just so happens to have an extra in his bag

instead of passing it to you, he’d be there standing in front of you, wiping your forehead, down and the back of your neck until he lays a kiss on your forehead with a “I’m so proud of you.”

you’d smile at him, it'd be your cue to tell him “I think I really like you.”

and he’d mirror your smile with a, “I really like you too.”

he always did, it’s just a bonus that you’ve gradually started to enjoy his hobby too. finally having a partner workout with

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[yaksha-lover]

All Good Things

Vamp!Rook x Reader (Twisted Wondeland)

cw: implied murder, discussing of killing by blood drinking, dark vamp!rook, gn!reader, rook is weird about scent and stuff idk, sfw but suggestive-ish

Rook lays in your soft bed sheets, taking in your scent. You’d already been gone when he’d woken up.

He waits for you to come home from work.

He should’ve drained you months ago and been done.

Rook had already known everything about you when he’d first officially spoken to you. Your smell of your beautiful blood was disguised by all the perfume and cologne in the crowd, but he could still make out your natural scent. It called to him, positively intoxicating, beckoning him closer.

You hadn’t know that Rook had already been watching you for some time when he finally introduced himself. He was certainly odd, but you found a certain endearing quality to his unusualness, enough that you’d agreed to see him again.

Rook had kissed your hand before parting ways, and you hadn’t seen his sharp grin after turning away from you.

It’s not personal, humans are nothing but food after all. It’s the circle of life, some would say.

Sometimes he resigns himself to finally getting rid of you. It’s the only way, Rook tells himself. He needs to cut his losses, to move on to his next victim as he intended. It wouldn’t be difficult at all. Rook already knows every aspect of your life; how you spend your days, your sleep schedule, your hobbies, what makes you smile and laugh and blush.

It’s hard for him to admit it’s because he’s integrated himself into your life too.

He has your trust. He could take you away, and you wouldn’t even question anything until it was too late. No one would know.

He would know.

Your absence would permeate through every aspect of his life. No more late nights and waking up together. No more of your sweet, gentle kisses, and no more of your rougher ones either.

He should’ve never let it get this way. It never was with the others. Once he’d had his fun, it should’ve been over and done with. He’d always preferred to wipe his hands clean of everything. No matter how beautiful, all things had to come to an end.

You don’t know any of this. Anything about him. Would you be scared, if he pulled back the curtain? Surely even your kindness and compassion has limits. You’ll be scared away when you find out your beloved is more than just a little strange.

Rook hears your key turn in the lock.

Even though he could rip you apart in a single second, the hold you have over him is concerning.

He’s used to being the hunter, the predator. Yet, when you push him back onto the bed, he can feel your power over him.

He could feel it back then, too. The way it slowly chipped away at any desire he had to hurt you, replacing the violent thoughts with those of another kind. He still wants your blood, no doubt. More than ever before, actually.

Rook’s original plan has just shifted a bit, which he tells himself is okay, although he knows it’s not. What would the other vampires do if they knew how weak he’d become for you?

You’ve made him soft and he hates you for it.

A stronger version of himself would’ve killed you as soon as he’d gotten you in his reach again.

Rook laps diligently at your cut. Your blood is sweet as can be. He’s used to fear, to disgust; he isn’t used to laughter accompanied by a flick to his head.

It seems you’ve become accustomed to his ‘quirks’.

He pulls back to look at you and catches sight of your cute smile. You’re at ease with him. He almost laughs at your naïveté, but instead he can’t help but find it endearing.

Maybe he is strong for not killing you, for resisting the temptation of your blood that calls for him to dig his fangs deep into you and never let go, even when you start begging him to.

Rook pulls you into his side, into his arms. You’ve fallen asleep.

He could kill you.

Your skin is so, so soft under his hands. His fangs approach your neck and graze along your skin. He can feel himself becoming consumed, feelings dancing between desire and love. You don’t wake up.

He can’t do it.

One day, he tells himself. One day, he’ll make good on his plan, finish his hunt.

It’s harder to tell himself that when you turn over in his hold, pushing your face into his chest, and his arms instinctively hold you tighter.

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[liliesinrequiem]

Caught

A/N: I was supposed to post this during Cyno’s banner....but I took forever and now it’s here. I hope that y’all enjoy!

Pairing: Cyno x Reader

Summary: Reader, a student in the Akademiya, has grown bored with studies and started seeking out different ways to get caught by the General Mahamatra. Culminating in the latest chase.

CW: None

The sun blazed down on you as you ran through the desert. If you didn’t know the desert as well as you did, you would’ve probably already been lost in the sands like countless other people. While you couldn’t hear footsteps just yet, you were keenly aware that you were being followed. Well, less followed and more like you were being hunted. You just didn’t know from what direction he would appear. It was always a surprise.

When you finally did hear footsteps fast approaching, you turned around and tripped. You stumbled into the sand with a mouthful of it and the burns of the grains slicing through your skin as you rolled down a small hill. You looked up with a frown and saw him sliding down, with zero issue, and a frown on his face. The one hunting you down. For a brief moment, you thought that he looked so beautiful in the sunlight.

His polearm immediately stopped at your throat. You made no effort to move. You knew how fast he was with it and you weren’t trying to test his limits today to that extreme. At least, for right now. “Found you,” he said. Shivers went down your spine due to his tone. You supposed that your more recent actions had been a problem.

“I must be lucky to receive a personal visit from the General Mahamatra himself,” you said. Faux innocence was laced in your voice. You knew why Cyno had chased you down. Feeling bored in your academic year, you had decided to start doing more elaborate things. What better way to relieve your boredom than to try and get the attention of Cyno? You smiled up at him. How much punishment would you be receiving today?

“Don’t play innocent. You know what you’ve done,” he said. You pouted at him.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said. It’s not like you had planned out and meticulously laid out a paper trail through various different people that would ultimately lead back to you. It seemed that your biggest project so far had finally paid off.

“You purposefully left that trail for me to find,” he said. It wasn’t a question and there was no hesitation in his words. He’d unraveled the long thread you had left for him.

“Is it so wrong to want to get your attention?” you asked. His polearm pressed a bit closer to your skin and you flinched from it slightly. You doubted that he would actually use it on you, but you were already pushing your luck. You just couldn’t help it. There was something about the way that his eyebrows furrowed when he was angry and how his eyes flashed when you so much as moved a little. You never told anyone else, but you really enjoyed riling him up. It was the only fun you had at the Akademiya. You’d received so many verbal warnings from him, threats of expulsion, and other things over rule breaking. But it was worth it to witness him in this state. You wanted to push him over the edge.

“You waste your time and most importantly, you waste mine,” he said.

“If it was such a waste of time, why did you come looking for me? Couldn’t you have sent any ol’ matra?” you asked him. Part of you, a more irrational part, believed that he did want to waste his time with you. There was truly little reason to have gotten involved in the smaller punishments you had received over time when a matra could’ve been the one to carry them out. Instead, he had always been the one to do it. 

“It’s my duty,” he answered. Duty. It was always his response to everything. But that’s what you liked about him. He was dedicated. Dedicated enough to follow false leads and reach conclusions that all led back to you because he felt that he had to do it.

“What’s my punishment this time?” you asked. You tried sounding uninterested. You didn’t want to let him know how much of a rush all of this gave you.

“I’ll inform you when we get back. But it’ll include time wasted, resources wasted, forgery of documentation, and involving innocent parties in your little stunts,” he answered. “But first, are you alright? You seemed to have fallen hard.” He pulled his polearm away from you and you strangely missed the close contact.

“I think I’m fine,” you answered as you shakily got up and shook some sand off. The stinging pain of the sand that had rolled with you flooded back and the taste of sand in your mouth wasn’t pleasant. But it was worth it. He nodded as you finished swiping away at your clothes. He held out a water flask and you took it and swished water around to spit out the sand in your mouth. 

“Thank you,” you said as you handed it back. You looked at him uneasily. He hadn’t specified what he would do to punish you and you weren’t sure what the Akademiya would want done in response to your actions. How far was too far?

“Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded and he turned around. He knew that you wouldn’t try to run off from him with his back turned. Though, you would be lying if you said that you hadn’t considered running away just to see what he’d do. But for now, you had decided to just quietly follow him and accept whatever punishment you got. Instead, you would just focus on what to do after the punishment. “You better not be thinking of more ways to cause problems,” he said suddenly.

You nearly stumbled again at his words. Could he read minds? “Of course not,” you nervously said. You certainly didn’t have an idea in mind.

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