#vdaycelebration

[beybladeimagines]

(i saw hiwararis-bitch ask this question so now i wanna ask it too 😂) question for tala! what do you think of my username? also ily

“Wol...borgie?” Did he-...did he read that right? Lip twitches, but he can’t tell if it’s out of annoyance or confusion. Why would anyone take the name of his beloved bitbeast and make it sound so silly. Before he can speak, he hears Bryan emitting an obnoxious laugh behind him. The sound of continuous cackling is enough to send him over the edge. Now the annoyance is no longer directed towards the name, but the idiot behind him.

“Would losing your spot on the team be just as funny to you, Bryan?” Words are coated in honest wrath, but it’s a pity Bryan doesn’t take him seriously.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you and...wolborgie. PFT!”

And then Bryan died. The end.

[sunsetonfire]

Take me back #vdaycelebration #mammoth #selfie 😄😘

[calebmsamuel]

It's a #ValentineDay #TripleDate. #VdayCelebrations. #CoupleTime. #LoveIsInTheAir. #BeginTogether #Forever. #BeautifulWives and #HandsomeHusbands. #MakingMemories #HappyTimes. (at Out Of The Box)

[almightyroxie]

Happy 54 months to us love!!! 😍❄️💑 #poconos #blessed #vdaycelebration

[beybladeimagines]

Hi! This is another inappropriate question(sorrynotsorry) for Ray, Tala, Bryan & Kai. Do you like to give or receive? If you catch my drift? 💋

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“What kind of guy would I be if I strictly received? Really - where’s the fun in that?” He leans back into his chair with arms behind his head. If the asker had intentions to make him uneasy, they’d have to try a lot harder than that. Somehow, he’d gotten more comfortable with entertaining these kinds of questions. If he was supposed to put on a show, he might as well make it a damn good one.

“Guess you can say I’m a giver. I’d do just about anything to hear someone cry out because of me. Maybe it’s an ego thing - who knows? But you’d be satisfied too if the reason someone quivered and convulsed was because of a simple flick of the tongue. Not trying to brag or anything, but it’s easier for me to prove my point if I just show you. Were you interested in volunteering?”

He has his moments when he’ll give, but for the most part, the titan always takes. He feels inclined to hone in on that point, but part of him feels like it’d be a lie. He is no stranger to dishonesty, but the game he’s been playing for the past few evenings has made him feel inclined to entertain honesty.

“I’m usually not interested in spending too much time with someone else. My need to feed comes first, but my partners usually don’t complain. They already know what to expect. In fact, they should be so lucky I invited them in in the first place. But...” He pauses. Frustration builds up. He almost hesitates to say this out loud, but he has to. “If it’s a quiet night and the snow forces them to stay, then I’ll give. I need a reason. I need to trust you. I need to be interested in what you have to offer. That’s when I’ll care to give your body my blessing. But again, that’s not the norm. You should never expect such pleasantries from me.”

“Why stop at one when you can have both?” Greedy fucker. His mouth always wants more. More food to eat, more flesh to fuck, more skin to sample, more names to call. Selfish people aren’t the one’s who simply want to receive. No, he wants to cherish the heat of his prey; he wants to be the reason their clothes are ruined; he wants to feel their entirety erupt in his grasp; and he wants to taste their sweet defeat. Drool is practically begging to descend from the thought of all these actions.

“We’ve got all night, don’t we? It’s all about who gets to who first. If I’m letting them take the lead, I’ll be the one to make them see god. I try not to go all out during the first few minutes. I want to make sure they have enough energy to get a taste of me too. It’s boring if only one of us gets to play. I prefer to make the moment last. I might not call them back later, so I’m kinda doin’ them a favor.”

“Receive.” His words, as always, are blunt and bold. He doesn’t even bother keeping his eyes on the other. His response is so casual and emitted without thought. He doesn’t need to think through something that he does so shamelessly. And, of course, they should know of his selfishness by now.

“Did you honestly expect otherwise? I’m not here to cater to anyone’s needs but my own. If you seek me out, you’re consenting to making a moment with me - nothing more, nothing less. You should also feel lucky that I have the time to even entertain you. If you’re good, I’ll let you c u m - but good girls don’t make demands. Keep this in mind when you call me. It’s about what I’m feeling first and if you did as I said, then maybe you’ll get a reward in return. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”

[beybladeimagines]

Hey Bladebreakers! What kinks are ya'll into? Don't be shy now ;)

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“Ha! I knew this question would come. My adoring fans want to know what the champion is into. Can you blame them? Well, I won’t keep the fans waiting. This just might help you sleep better at night...” He extends a playful wink towards the anonymous asker. Despite the ego behind his response, he’s simply trying to make the scene all the more enticing. The question is rather embarrassing, but he always fights through the flustering by approaching the subject head on.

“Definitely into dirty talk. When it’s quiet, I get so bored. I want to know what you’re thinking and how I’m making you feel. I’m going to break the silence and I’m going to make you talk too. And if you don’t respond? Well, I can think of a few ways to get something out of you~. Another kink is sweets. You can’t tell me you didn’t see it coming. I’m a guy that likes his desserts, but if they’re on you, then they taste even better. Honey, chocolate, strawberries, or cream - doesn’t matter. As long as you’re left sticky at the end, it doesn’t really matter. Definitely foreplay, too. Just diving right in leaves out so many fun options. Giving or receiving doesn’t matter. Hell - why not just do both at the same time? Really, I just want to see what all I can do to get you riled up. What all can we do until you can’t take it anymore? How far can we go until you’re screaming please? Let’s find out.”

“Kinks? Already? I just got here!” A blush stretches across his expression. He didn’t anticipate the inquiry, but now he’s trapped into answering it. He begins to laugh, if anything because he’s so anxious. At this point, he’s heard it all - might as well keep going, right?

“You know, I’m really into praise.” Wow - he’s surprised himself by just how quickly he’s jumped into being open. “When I hear someone telling me how great I’m doing, or how good I’m making them feel - I don’t know - it just does something to me. I start feeling excited, adrenalized, and sometimes a little dazed. Like, wow... You really mean that? I guess I just want to hear that approval. I also can’t deny that I’m into the bossy types. I like listening to what you want. I feel inclined to do it too. Do you want me to pull you hear? Sure. Do you want me to get on my knees? Alright. If it’s going to make you feel just as good as me, then I’m into it. You’d be surprised at how well I can follow through. I finish the job. If you don’t believe me, then it sounds like you want to volunteer to find out~. Oh! And making out. Like... This is gonna sound crazy, but sloppy kisses are a huge turn on. When you’re so lost in the moment and feeling that you don’t even have time to swallow. Who cares? That’s pretty...hot. Uh-... We’re done now, right? Jeez, you’re really making me call myself out here...”

“Well...” He clicks his tongue. Ray is already amused by the bold question. While others express hesitancy, he seems rather intrigued. He’s seldom been the type to suppress his sentiments, and this is another opportunity for him to tell his own truths. Despite how invasive the inquiry is, he’s more excited about how his asker will respond. “Shy? Ha ha, you wish I’d shut up about this kind of stuff.”

“You know how you react when somethin’ feels really fuckin’ good? Most people curl their toes or cry out, but I really like it when I can feel them digging their nails into my back. That’s a huge rush within itself... I think I really love it when the air hits the wound. It’s oddly cool and warm at the same time. I don’t mind wearing the wounds you gave me. But, just know, I’ll give ‘em right back. Which brings me to my second comment: biting. Yeah, yeah... It’s a given. But, if you give me a reason to sink my teeth into your skin, then you must be doing something right. If you’re allowing me to ascend into a state of ecstasy, then I’ll want to mark you. Guess I’m a bit of a selfish lover. I’d want someone to know you were mine. It’s kind of a huge honor, really. Not everyone is capable of making me feel that good, so if you can that, then I’m not getting rid of you so easily. I’m also really into making my partner feel good. What can I say? I’m a giver. It really satisfies my ego seeing the way my partner squirms or squeaks because of something I did. Huh... Wait... Then I guess it still is about me. Well, hey - at least you get to finish, right?”

“You really can’t tell?” He raises a brow at the question. It seems many of the dirty questions have been directed at him. At this point, he’s grown accustomed to the outward display of arousal. Since he’s been so open this entire time, why not not continue to feed the fire? After all, he has so much more to say and so many more points he wants to hone in on.

“You need to submit to me. If you aren’t willing to, you’re welcome to leave and pay for your own ride home. It’s quite reckless to assume I’ll obey your requests, especially if you want to see me vulnerable. You could do so much with that information. I won’t be giving you that kind of satisfaction. Instead, put your faith in me. You only have an idea of what you like. I’ll send you to places of passion you would’ve never imagined before. If you don’t know if you’re into something - you will be, and because of me. No man will ever help you find pleasure in the things you once feared. Keep that in mind. I’m also expecting eye contact. I want to see that look of desperation. I want to see the way you evolve. I want to see how badly you want to cling to your new king. You’re not allowed to close your eyes or look anywhere else. I gave you this gift - be grateful and look at your new god. Finally, as you might’ve guessed, I don’t tolerate you calling me by my first name. Anything but. Mr., sir, or daddy are your only options. If you make a mistake, then I’ll slow down or stop. Is that really something you want? No? Good girl... Now that you’ve done your research, are you trying to follow through? If not, stop wasting my time.”

[beybladeimagines]

Heres a question for Mr Kai, what moves do you have to make a girl cum quickly? And do you focus on making her cum first or do you just get yours then sleep? I’ve always wondered if you’re a selfish lover or a giving lover

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“That’s Mr. Hiwatari to you.” - He didn’t give them permission to say his first name - not yet. He takes a second to contemplate the question. Just how on earth did he get here? He’d usually shut down inquiries like this the moment they left someone’s lips, but something about the environment felt...safe, liberating, enticing - why not entertain it?

“You’ll get yours if you earn it.” Arms cross over his chest. His words are cold and stern, but honest all at once. “Sometimes, I want you to prove you want me. Other times, I’ll give you a reason to.” He isn’t normally the type to be quick about anything, but he knows that if time is limited and he’s hungry - then he’ll fucking eat.

“For anyone, it’s all about build up. You need a reason for the flesh to flare up. Perhaps I’ll trace the bend of your back, or play with the clasp of your bra, or gently lower your strap - all while making you look me in the eye. These gentle actions have a way of making some feel so vulnerable and that’s exciting. A hand will find its way to thighs, I’ll stroke the inside just to get a feel for how soft you really are. I prefer to play with you through those panties. Don’t know - just gets interesting when I get to feel how into it you really are. The location depends on what I’ll do next. If I have time to sit down and eat - I will. Sorry, but you’ll be standing. I’ll have your leg draped over my shoulder while I dine. Try not to pull on daddy’s hair - he’s got somewhere to be after this.”

“When my mouth does all the work, she tends to finish fast. I leave no corner untouched, no mound unmoved. Everything is mine. I make damn sure of that. On other occasions, I just use my hands. I start by spreading, casually rubbing her hill, before diving fingers in. Sometimes I let her suck my finger before I delve. But she’s usually wet enough...” Words trail off, leaving him simply with a satisfied smirk.

“It’s not about being selfish. It’s about deciding if the effort is worth it. If you’re not playing along, or not playing well, then I guess I’ll get mine and go to bed. No use playing with boring things. Don’t worry - I’ll pay for the cab.”

[beybladeimagines]

Hi there, I have a question for the Blitzkrieg Boys (including Kai): If you had a girlfriend and she had an awful day (for example at work or something), how would you try to cheer her up? Thanks in advance for your time and effort! Love

A bad day? He has those constantly, but he’s seldom sought comfort for those trying times. He’s been taught to ignore any inconveniences, but would he expect his partner to do the same? He imagines he’d be different around someone who had his heart.

“I expect her to tell me what she wants. I’m not interested in playing mind games or guessing games.” Despite how brash his words are, they mainly come from a place of uncertainty and ignorance. He would prefer to rely on his lover for direction. He isn’t exactly the best at making the most romantic of moves. This is his rough way of asking for assistance. He just wants to make sure he doesn’t make their mood worse. “We can just lay down, or something... That’s what I’d do with her. It just makes you feel more grounded - when the only weight you have is their head on your chest. I guess I’d just remind her that I’m here. It’s hard, but fuck it... I’m still here.”

“Drugs probably isn’t the best answer here, is it?” He’s an idiot, but he’s trying. Whenever he has a rough day, he typically relies on anything that serves as an escape. In terms of a partner, he prefers to spend as much time with them as he can in order to avoid doing anything stupid to himself. Perhaps the other isn’t as clingy or reliant on distractions... But he’ll impose his passions onto them, just so they no longer have any troubles.

“We’ll just go out. We don’t need a plan - we never do. If they’re tired, I’ll fuckin’ carry them or something. I’m strong as fuck, you know. We can go drinking. Nothing gets you amped up to take on the night like a shot or two. Maybe even some milkshakes after words. If the red bull and vodka doesn’t hit us, maybe sugar will. We’ll go dancing, we’ll break shit, maybe we’ll crash a party. Nothing puts me in a better mood than doing everything I possibly can to destroy myself. In this case, we’re just destroying all the things that keep her down. That’s a good start.”

He practically cringes at the words his partner withdraws. Vodka? Milkshakes? The thought of those two things instantly make Spencer’s stomach turn. His approach is a bit more tame and less reliant on distractions. He has always been the one who has soothed the savageries of his teammates, so this kind of experience is nothing new for him.

“Unlike Bryan, I’m not trying to kill her. I think after a hard day, going out isn’t necessary. Why waste time being around people when you can simply stay with me in silence? I might brew some tea, or perhaps run them a bath. Usually, I feel inclined to give them space, but wouldn’t it be nice if I joined them in the bath and rubbed their shoulders? I can easily erase all the tension they’ve accumulated. This is nothing for me, but surely it’ll feel like something to them. Perhaps I’m just being selfish and wanting to have an intimate moment, but that’s far better than letting them wrestle with the day’s reflection on their own.”

Kai doesn’t always allow others to get so close... If someone is struggling, he prefers to look the other way and pretend he didn’t acknowledge their pain. It’s not that Kai enjoys watching another ache. Rather, he has no idea how to address it, no idea how to ease it. If he were to expose a sense of softness, then that just means someone might take advantage of his investment. But if he allowed himself to be so soft, this is what he would do...

“I’d take them for a walk or a drive - whether it be around the city or a garden. Sight seeing always puts me at ease when I’m undergoing a stressful day. I assume it will do the same for her as well. It’s better to advert your gaze to something with more meaning than the thing that makes you miserable. If I’m feeling nice, I’ll walk with her. Perhaps I’ll even allow her to wrap her arms around my own. We’ll see how I’m feeling. I don’t like to invest myself in another person’s affairs.”

[beybladeimagines]

Hi this is my question for Tala, Bryan & Kai. Do you believe in karma or revenge?

“Why not believe in both?” Lips curl into something chaotic. The question seems to remind him of something - something savage, something sinister. He relaxes into his seat, obviously allowing his mind to replay memories of a time when someone else was tortured. He doesn’t let his response stop there. Oh, no - he always has more atrocities to add.

“Karma is a thing, right. It’s just slow. You fuck up? Then obviously it’s going to come back and bite you in the ass. But revenge? That’s just karma you initiate on the spot.” He shrugs ever so casually - even as he speaks of carnage.

“The universe has enough issues on its plate to attend to. If you fuck up in front of me, I’ll be your karma. We don’t wait for shit around here.”

“Blah, blah, blah...” He rolls his eyes once hearing how Tala responds. “This guy - he always tries to make everything philosophical. He thinks too much about it. But me...?” Bryan points to himself, as if trying to reclaim attention.

He pauses - for once. His gestures imply that he wants the asker to come closer. A hand motions into his pocket, only for him to pull out a decent-sized switchblade from the depths. With a flick of the wrist, the blade is exposed - and he marvels over the shining silver before him. Red rests along the linings of the blade. Is that the result of wrath or merely rust? Somehow, it’s too scary to ask...

“Revenge. All the way. I’m what’s comin’ to ya - nothing else. Fuck karma, baby. I take what’s mine.”

Kai merely scuffs at the display of the blade. He doesn’t associate himself with violence, despite being fully capable of causing it. It seems the others were extremely invested in the question, but it takes him a little longer to respond. Kai is comprised of complexity, but he is far from passive. He would say karma, but he knows he’d be lying.

“These idiots think that karma is something that comes later. You don’t think the same for revenge? Revenge doesn’t have to be instant.” Eyes fall upon the asker. As he speaks, he wants to make damn sure they’re listening and taking his statements seriously.

“Revenge looks like you giving the other a false sense of security. Revenge looks like you getting better behind their back. Revenge looks like letting them think they’re the best, until you finally break them. Revenge looks like something you planned and made perfect. I would say karma is a thing... But karma only exists when I just don’t care enough to confront you.”

[beybladeimagines]

This is a question for the blitzkrieg boys (inc Kai plz), what's the dirtiest dream you've had? Was it about a crush, fan, celebrity or a fellow team member? We need details!

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“Kinda foolish for you to assume that dreams simply stay dreams, but alright...” 

White wolf embraces a newfound confidence. On any other occasion, the question would leave him flustered, but the presence of his crew makes him feel like he has something to prove. A chuckle leaves his lips, one draped in amusement and, what sounds like, arousal? Eyes fall upon the asker. He doesn’t dare blink while he speaks.

“I don’t usually let faces stick, but this was one I couldn’t seem the shake. She had the most beautiful fuckin’ eyes... And all I could think about was how much better they’d be if they were lookin’ up at me. In that dream, I was stroking her jaw. I knew it wasn’t real, but I could still feel how soft her skin was. And then my thumb dragged it’s way across her lower lip, right before I-... Well, I can’t even tell you what happened next.”

Those same eyes half-lidded with lust now glared at his teammates. “Someone woke me up. Annoying...”

“Ah, diving right into the good stuff, are we? I like you already... Unlike Tala, I actually get to finish.”

He grins like the devil, revealing fangs that can’t wait to sink right into the detail.

“I’m not picky - there’s an opportunity in just about everything. I remember having this intense dream with, like, three chicks and two dudes. I swear I’ve seen them somewhere before, but who cares? Instead of being background characters in my life, they were all on me. You’d think five lovers at once would be too much to handle, but I don’t quite mind a challenge. Everything became a lust filled blur. I can’t even begin to tell ya who I was inside, but I could practically feel hands rubbing against my chest, urging me to keep going, to go faster, to go harder. I always had my mouth on someone. I’ve never been so damn greedy for a kiss in my life, but those tongues seemed to taste every word I’ve ever said, and they validated those tossed-away statements too... God damn... It was always so warm. A pity it was just a dream. But a dream worth chasing.”

Upon hearing the question, Spencer instantly motions palm to face. He tries to hide both his disappointment and embarrassment. He was certain his friends were having a field day with the inquiry, but he needed a few more minutes to answer. A defeated sigh leaves him - one that can’t believe the words that are about to leave his lips. But, if everyone else was doing it, why shouldn’t he have the chance to play along too?

“I had a dream I made love to a beautiful woman against the wall. We were running from something - can’t remember what - but I suddenly felt inclined to give her cover. It seems my mind was impatient... The moment I imagined myself as her protector, I quickly transitioned into being inside her. I’ve never felt a warmth like that before. I could barely discern her face from the amount of sweat that was pouring down my own. I remember finding a sanctuary in her shoulder. I used the space between her neck to muffle my moans, but they still managed to float into her ears. She was so eager... I remember the way her arms were wrapped around me as I held her up. Weight didn’t matter to me. As long as we stayed like that, I felt I could be there for days. 

And then I awoke... Quite disappointed, as you can probably imagine.”

As everyone else answered, he was surprisingly silent. No annoyed huffs, no irritated sighs, no snarky comments - nothing. Kai wasn’t usually the type to entertain this stuff and yet, the invasive inquiry didn’t seem to bother him. They wanna know, right? And they wanna know bad-. . . Well, they’ve been so patient. Why shouldn’t daddy give them what they want?

“At one point, it was a dream, but not anymore. And as for who it was - I think you should mind your own business in that regard.” A smirk floats onto his features, completely changing the mood in the room.

“She was a blank canvas in my mind, but I don’t like the idea of letting anything stay empty. I needed to see myself in her skin. It had to be fuckin’ mine. Dreams don’t have even transitions, so I remember finding my face buried in her neck, grazing against the skin, and leaving hickey’s the size of hail. How can someone stay so beautiful with all those purples and reds all along their neck? She looked good the more I made her mind. I guess I move through the details pretty fast, because the next thing I knew, I left the same prints along her ass. She thanked me. Good girls usually do. And I reward those that thank me for what I do. My hands don’t always have to make things hurt... I proved that the moment she spread herself.”

[beybladeimagines]

This question is for Max: You seem to be very fond of Charlotte, but how has the process of becoming an older brother for you? like, did it caught you off guard? do you ever wish she had been a boy instead?

“The process, huh? Well...” He pauses for a moment, as if looking for the right words. He seems to look beyond the asker, seeking silent permission to speak his honest thoughts. No one else is around and it’s not like anyone else would know, but still... Part of him feels slightly scared and slightly ashamed for what he’s about to say. Usually he picks the prettiest words, but now might be the time for him to exhale some honesty. He begins to scratch the back of his head, desperately hoping that the softness of his own hair will ease his anxiety.

“I won’t lie, at first I felt a little...hurt. I mean... You know, mom’s not really home. She can’t be. Dad pretty much had to spend a lot of time raising me. I don’t think I really had much time to be with them together and I was still little, so-...” Words trail off. He knows what he wants to say, but the answer is so hard to address. “So, why did they think I’d be able to handle not having them together? I know I’m strong, but I just don’t think I needed to learn how strong I was at such a young age. I’d rather ease into learning that. I’d rather not learn it by having my mom basically..., you know... Leave me?”

He sounds uncertain about his word choice, but he’s often associated that diction with her decision. “So, when I heard they were having another kid, I guess I really didn’t get it. If you didn’t have time for me, why would you suddenly have time for her? Why did Charlotte have to be the one to bring you back home? Why couldn’t you just come home because you loved what you already had?” Upon spitting out his sadness, hands quickly fly to his lips. He’s surprised by easily he was able to say all of that, but all at once, the shame sets in. He’s not proud of himself and he doesn’t want his monologue to be manipulated.

“Please don’t misunderstand me... I love Charlotte. I think I was just scared for her at first. I thought she’d end up like me. It just wouldn’t be fair. But, you know...” Another pause, except this time, a smile breaks his previous sullen state. 

“She brought us all together. How can I not love her for that? I’m going to be the best brother to her. I made that commitment from the start. She made us a family again, she’s someone that relies on me, she gives my family a reason to be proud of me - that’s just something worth protecting.”

“Charlotte could’ve been anyone, anything. I’m happy to call her a sister. It doesn’t matter. All that does matter is the impact she’s made. I just really felt like that was something important to recognize.”

[beybladeimagines]

Question to the Bladebreakers! What do you guys think about my username? 😀

Tyson proceeds to squint. Is he really reading this right or has he officially gone insane? “Hiwatari’s...bitch.” A pause. Is this for real?!

“Are you crazy?! Why would you want to be his bitch? The guy’s a total asshole! He doesn’t even answer his text messages! If you’re looking for a real guy to fawn over, I think you should look no further than moi. I’m the World Champion, after all, AND I actually call back. I’ll give you some time to reconsider.”

He also pauses, but then quickly releases a laugh. His amusement not only stems from the name, but also from Tyson’s reaction. Anything that has to do with Kai instantly infuriates the other, but to Max, this kind of adoration was to be expected.

“I like anyone that’s confident. Don’t listen to Tyson. I think he’s just jealous that his fans aren’t willing to go that far. But, uh... now that I think about it, I’m almost afraid to ask how you earned that title.”

Ray releases a nervous chuckle. To be someone’s bitch implies a lot - heavy devotion, a willingness to be subordinate, and claimed ownership. He never really questioned what Kai does when he’s not around, but now Ray’s imagining quite a few colorful ideas. After all, why else would this woman be so attracted to him?

“Well’p, it’s...something. As long as you’re happy, it’s not really my business. Make sure he at least treats you well. Wouldn’t be worth it if he doesn’t~.”

He’s just as surprised as Tyson is. Face instantly flusters. Eyes avoid the opposing person’s gaze. Muscles tighten, jaw clenches, and teeth bite back embarrassed expressions. He wouldn’t have minded reading the title in private - but in front of his own team? He’ll never hear the end of it - especially from Tyson. But somehow, the frustration from his former teammate seems to relax him. Oh? Is that jealousy he senses? Why not kick it up a notch?

“You made Tyson snap. I like that... I don’t think my thoughts about the name matter. What does, for now, is your reward. So... How about I give that name a whole new meaning? You seem like you’re up for it.”

[beybladeimagines]

Question for the Bladebreakers 😘 how long would you wait to propose to your S/O? And how would you do it? X

The moment he hears the question, Tyson begins to chuckle nervously. Out of habit, his hand finds its way behind his head. Why does he suddenly feel so uneasy about answering a simple question? He could answer anything, even if the the response was stupid, but he knew this inquiry required more investment.

“You sure know how to throw a guy off, jeez. Let’s see...” Words trail off. You can tell he’s genuinely trying to contemplate his response. This feels like a first for him since he usually speaks with his sentiments rather than his brain.

“I guess I’d wait a while... I don’t know how this stuff works. I guess I just wouldn’t want to mess it up. I’ll admit, I’m not the most romantic person in the world, but I can sure as hell try to get something right. But, I know for sure that I’d want to make it big. If you’re with me, you need to be ready for the attention. I’m getting an idea now to do it after I win one of my matches. I think I’d pretend as if I’m about to give a victory speech or something. Then in the middle of it, I just...start talking about how amazing they are and how they’re the reason I made it this far. I need to be honest about that. There have been a lot of days when I wanted to give up. It’s good to have someone who won’t let me. All eyes are about to be on us. Haha, I’m picturing them crying and saying yes, but after saying it out loud...would be kind of a bummer if they said no.”

And upon sharing that, Tyson suddenly feels the need to rethink his approach in order to avoid public rejection.

“A proposal, huh? That’s easy. I’d do it the moment I felt like she was ready.” 

A goofy grin spreads across Max’s face, one that reveals an air of confidence and excitement. Despite how eager he appears, the blonde is quick to extend a more mature perspective towards his approach.

“Sometimes I think my parents rushed into it, you know? I don’t think my mom anticipated that her career would be so demanding. I don’t even think my dad anticipated that he’d want life to move a little slower. That’s why it’s so important for me to feel prepared and for me to know where my partner’s going to be. I, uh-...” His voice quivers ever so slightly. Part of him is breaking and yet he always manages to keep himself composed. He’s cried about this enough as a kid - no sense in shedding tears now.

“I just want to make sure I don’t lose her for any reason. As far as a proposal goes, I think I’d want to make it somewhere private. Maybe at home or something - somewhere we can both get a chance to be ourselves, where we don’t feel pressured to respond a certain way just because all eyes are on us. Don’t worry, she wouldn’t see it coming. I’d prefer there to be an element of surprise. Maybe I slip the ring onto something she’s about to grab, or maybe I’ll spell it out in a bowl of alphabet soup. I don’t really know just yet, but... I can promise you it’ll come at the right time.”

“We’re jumping right into the topic of marriage? You didn’t even buy me dinner yet.” Ray playfully winks at the asker. He’s actually rather amused by the question. He hasn’t had the time to think about those kinds of things, but he assumes that now is better than never.

“Well, I’m not the type to rush into things, but I’ve gotten a better understanding of just who I am... If I like something, I go after it, but-...” He pauses. Originally, he felt so confident in his response... But he begins to remember a time when he left behind the people who needed him most. He remembers a time when he sought out an escape, a way to start again, a brand new life, brand new friends-... He remembers everyone he’s ever hurt because of his actions and part of him fears he’d do it all again. He doesn’t want to, he doesn’t have to. He’s become far more content with commitment, especially if he’s found a person to put his passions in.

“I’m gonna make damn sure I don’t mess up that opportunity. I’ve got a plan to invite them to meditate with me. I’ll plant the ring in their lap while their eyes are closed and have it sitting there when they open them. Or, I could just be cheesy and hide the ring in their food. I just want to avoid a potential choking hazard.” A loud laugh leaves his lips after he says that. “I take that back... There’s one thing that can be choked on, but a ring isn’t it.”

He scoffs at the inquiry. Marriage? Really? He wasn’t the type to remain loyal to anything or anyone. It’s not that he didn’t want to; rather... He was seldom given a reason. Why be part of a team that tried to change him? Why align himself with an idiot that steals his glory? Why hold himself back when he can always have more? ...But he knows that no matter what he ends up attaining, it isn’t enough to fill the void he’s created. An honest person will help patch him up. And when they do, he’ll reconsider his connection with commitment.

“There wouldn’t be a proposal.” His answer is quick and cutthroat. However, it doesn’t imply that he’s incapable of love. He just knows that marriages themselves require...much. Too much talking, too many people, too many lights, too much attention. He isn’t ready for that level of excess. Instead, he’d rather express his devotion in the dark. He’d rather celebrate the body of his bride in ways that strangers shouldn’t see. He’d rather have time to re-familiarize her with what love could look and feel like... And weddings don’t usually allow for love to be displayed in the way he really wants. So why waste time?

“And if you’re so inclined to be with me, you’d be content with that.” For now, at least... Kai forgets that he’s rather selfish. A wedding would be the perfect place to show off his significant other. Give him time... That realization will come one day when his eyes fall upon hers.

[beybladeimagines]

Will Spencer let me sleep on him

“Sleep on me?” Really? Just that? He repeats the words in disbelief, but breathes a sigh of relief. It seems much more has been expected of him from previous askers. This request is far more tame, but all at once, it leaves him slightly flustered.

He wants to ask why - why him? Although he has confidence, he can’t quite understand why he was chosen out of the others. Spencer tends to keep to himself and often avoids the eyes of strangers. He struggles to understand how he’s caught this one’s gaze... But despite his confusion, he responds rather calmly. Back leans into bed. He motions one arm behind his head, allowing the other hand to rest on his stomach. He nods towards the other, as if ushering them forth to his frame.

“Easiest thing I could possibly do. Come. Unless you’ve found a reason to change your mind.”

[beybladeimagines]

For Tala: what’s your favorite genre of music? Any specific artist or band? Also would you come watch my band perform?

MOD TALKS: I linked some songs in the post to things I think he’d enjoy!

“A tame question? What the fuck did I do to deserve this blessing for the night?” He feels a little flattered to be asked something that didn’t involve his sex life. It seems he’s wanted for more than just his divine make. A chuckle beckons from the bottom of throat - a symbol of approval and amusement towards the asker.

“I think it depends on the day - the shit I’m going through, the mood I’m in. If it’s a normal day like this, I wouldn’t mind entertaining some piano or violin.” He pauses, expecting to get a surprised look from the stranger. “What? Were you not anticipating that? Most people don’t. I like music that doesn’t always require hearing another human being’s voice. Those sounds get so tiring sometimes. I just want to hear something...different. It reminds me of the men who would play their instrument late at night in the bars. This was before the village could afford to install radios and when we relied on others to be our source of entertainment. They would always play something somber... I would help me go to sleep at night.” - Mostly, of course, when he had no where to sleep at all. These were pleasant sounds to hear when he was finding solace on the street.

“When I’m training or feeling extremely adrenalized, I like to put on speed metal, or just something fast paced. I need something that mimics exactly what I’m feeling. It almost seems to validate my emotions. Usually I wouldn’t care for that kind of chaos, but you can thank Bryan for getting me into it. It’s a nice rush... I’m not picky about bands. Just want something good to hear.”

The next question is even more interesting. He crosses his arms alongside his response. “Why not? Just don’t be boring.”

[beybladeimagines]

Hey Tala. How would you feel if a girl you dated was dominant in bed? Like, facesitting or hands around your neck? Would you feel threatened as a dominant persona, or would you find it more of a flatter, or a welcomed change? Would you get comfortable in such position, or would you see it as a challange to overpower her? xoxo

Upon hearing the asker, his eyes proceed to widen. His reaction isn’t because he’s flustered, but because his imagination is quite unforgiving. When he thinks of someone sitting on his face, he is suddenly reminded of pillows on his presence - symbols of comfort now constricting him. Breathe, damn it, breathe! He begs for air, but all that leaves him are anxious inhalations and constant convolutions. He wants to remove fabric from his face, but the stranger who was stealing his air wouldn’t allow it. Black - he remembers black. Slowly, he sees a shadow fall over his shape. He wonders why angels don’t appear in white, but before he find the reason, the source of his suffering is removed... Air - he tastes it again, but somehow it’s no longer as sweet.

Hands around his neck are far worse. He instantly recalls the way Boris’ palms were around his presence. Fingers dug into his design, pressing and pressing until his pearly skin became purple. Even his own eyes became red - as if they were ready to pop from his person. He wants to speak, wants to lash out, wants to hit the man who holds him, but he can’t... This cretin is erasing his oxygen. The only thing that is allowed to full his lungs is loathing. He hates those hands, hates those fingers. He thinks about them often when he coughs or clears his throat. He’ll never forget how tight they were - how revolting, how relentless... So, why on earth would he be okay with another’s hands on him?

His own fingers motion to his neck, gently gliding along the spaces that were so close to being severed. He won’t let someone take his breath away again. He’ll be the one to make the first move. Eyes, now deadly and defiant, look back at the asker. He’s biting back something mean, something bitter... But much of it is directed towards those who tried to hurt him from the start.

“Hope she doesn’t mind the cold, ‘cause I’d sooner kick her ass out for trying that shit.”