A Prince

a/n: really short one based on that one scooby doo audio i keep hearing. the one with fred and daphne.

warnings: none other than the suggestive ending

imagine you, satoru, suguru and mei getting assigned to exorcise a curse at this “haunted house”. you guys arrived, and you didn’t expect it to be quite huge, so you decided it was better to split up.

“satoru, you and mei check upstairs. suguru and i will check the basement.” before you can say anything more, satoru leans over your shoulder and whispers “y/nnn…” your eyes widen, and you immediately know what he wants. “oh no, right, suguru, you and mei check upstairs. satoru and i’ll check the basement.” you flash an innocent smile at the two who just stare at you.

suguru narrows his eyes at the both of you and mutters “gross.” before turning away and walking upstairs. meanwhile, mei flashes you a smile, following suguru.

satoru presses you against the wall and kisses you with force. “satoru…” you pant, his lips trailing down your jaw towards your neck. “are y-you sure this is a g-good idea?” you hum as he sucks on a particular spot behind your ear. “i-it’s kinda creepy down h-here.” you look around the abandoned basement, dust and cobwebs all over. “it’s fine, baby," he says in between kisses. “don’t worry, your pretty little head.” his kisses trail even further down.

“i’ve got you," he says, his piercing blue eyes looking up at you as he’s on his knees, lifting your leg over his shoulder.

Absolutely nobody gets how much Dan Mora's design of robin!Dick Grayson means to me.

Like–???

This saved my life.

hnnrtgghhrdhd

no thoughts. just gojo in the iconic willem dafoe pose

the 2010 japanese grand prix podium, for @sebvvettel 💚

the season of thorned roses ⸺ a bridgerton!au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

genre/warnings ⸺ enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly, all they do is bicker 💀

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01 ⸺ the debutante

you begin to get ready for your presentation for your debut this season, and satoru steels himself to find a wife. you don't get the reception you'd wanted from some, and satoru will soon curse himself for letting his tongue loose (6.3k)

02 ⸺ the aftermath

after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)

03 ⸺ the manor

you and gojo have just uncovered your mothers' matchmaking scheme: a plan that sends you both to his extravagant countryside manor in kent, arriving a week earlier than the rest of the ton. the question remains—can you endure gojo's insufferable nature during this secluded stay? (8.3k)

04 ⸺ the game (soon!)

one of my fave genre of f1 pics is the “coming of age movie still or motorsport images archive”.

Man, this visual is something on another level…

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Do you think when Sebastian has ll that he knows she truly belongs to Jenson or does he throw it in his face, even though she probably sneaks off to Jenson at night sometimes

OKAY BUT WHAT ABOUT,,,,, also, this turned out more gray. tw: smut, kinda voyeurism!

it felt like some cruel joke to jenson. watching his hands all over you, his lips whispering some silly joke that has you laughing, and the fond and famliar look in your eyes were present when you gaze at sebastian lovingly.

he used to be on the receieving end of those. him. you used to tell him you loved him; and he used to promise you everything under the stars, with an oath against your very lips.

now he was rooted to the spot— he was made an unwilling audience to the sight of you and sebastian, in a sick ordeal penned by the man himself...

sebastian wasn't stupid. he didn't win anything in his life by sheer will alone. he made it to the pedestal by ruining his competitor's spirits and by being selfish. by separating the human being from the pilot. he stripped them of any human emotion and prioritized himself and his victory.

he wasn't averse to playing the same tricks in real life. he wanted you all to himself, and he will have you, in your entirety. sebastian will consume you to the very flesh until all you could think about was him, his love for you, his devotion to you.

there should be no other man in your heart.

and so he'd capitalized off jenson's lingering gaze: the neighbouring room was separated by a mirror, and while you couldn't see in the other side... the other room could perfectly see and hear what was happening inside.

jenson held up to expectations, eyes never leaving you even as sebastian takes you apart with his tongue, only to build you up again in the most sinful way possible.

jenson couldn't look away from you. you held him captive in a spell that has both anger and heat cursing through his veins; you were writhing under another man, his name falling off your tongue in a soft cry, hands fisting his hair in pleasure.

"there you go, hase." sebastian urges you, his tongue lapping up at your heat with a muffled groan, "so sweet. so ein gutes mädchen für mich."

"sebastian.." you breathe out, your legs trembling from pleasure, an almost pained sob pulls at your lips as he curls his fingers expertly, and you fully give.

jenson feels his mouth go dry, and he watches with some sick anticipation when sebastian rises to kiss you, fervently, wantonly as if he's never kissed you before and it— it makes him see red.

he grits his teeth angrily, slamming something he could grab on the way to the ensuite. that fucking bastard. he denies himself another look at you, feeling as if he'd burst. he was incredibly hard and pissed.

jenson vows to pay back this humiliation.