#PLEASE TELL ME MOREEEE

[gl1tched-r4bb1t]

Oof. Also, side note, your OCS look SO SIMILAR TO MY SONA LOL

:00 WHICH ONES ALSO I WANNA DRAW YOUR SONA AGGHHH

[tequiilasunriise]

The sheer soulmatism of Lenore and Annabel fucks me up so bad everytime I think too hard about it okay sit down y’all.

The way they were immediately drawn to each other even though they had no memory of anything! No reason to immediately become so attached and protective and trusting! Not even death could part them, it’s almost like reincarnation in a way. The sins of living and the pain that comes with being alive washed away not by holy water but rather split blood, and in this new life they’re reborn into a blank, clean slate. Even in this memoryless ‘next lifetime’ they still choose each other without hesitation, without question, and I am on my knees sobbing.

The parallels of Annabel fainting! Annabel fainted when she learned that Lenore was actually alive, and Annabel also fainted when remembering how she died, and by extension, how Lenore died too (not related to soulmatism but in one scenario her lover caught her despite the injury, and in the other Lenore had no such hinderance but failed to catch Annabel regardless and that parallel kills me so softly). The soulmatism that is reacting the same exact way when you learned she lived vs remembering how she died, the soulmatism that the love is still the same. Oh how the love is still so tragically the same, crossing that threshold of death, despite the unhappy ending you shared. Annabel faints because it’s learning you have a second chance at love vs remembering how that same love was ripped away and I am no longer on my knees but laying facedown on the floor.

(The way Annabel looked at Lenore before collapsing in both scenes but with DRASTICALLY different vibes of disbelief like okay yeah sure, sure okay mhm just smash my ribs and rip my heart right out why don’t you?)

Now, NOW, the thing that truly ends me? The crazy red/blue symbolism these two carry.

Lenore is the embodiment of red. Her thoughts come in red print, as do the ribbons she was wrapped up in. Her fiery (pun intended), confident personality, her pure raging defiance rallying those around her. What’s more, Lenore’s anger and bared teeth is painted red the same way her love is, because red is not just the color of anger. Red is love, and Lenore, my god, she cares so openly about the people around her that her heart’s just painted bloody and brazen on her sleeve. Born from self-made infernos into the person she was always meant to be- flirty, quick-witted, taking what she wants when she wants- she is a young Montague wrapped up in her family’s house colors trailblazing down her own paths.

(But unlike dear Romeo who scaled a tree to look upwards towards Juliet on her balcony, Lenore was in a tree looking downwards at her counterpart, and this parallel is so important as the scene is clearly a Romeo/Juliet parallel but without the sweet sappiness but rather tension and just like, 1000x more interesting ‘can I trust you fr fr-ness’.)

Annabel is the embodiment of blue. Her thoughts come in blue print, and her ribbons are a deep blue to match. Blue is the color of calmness, and she seems so tranquil with a gentle yet firm confidence that puts people around her at ease. A natural born leader with such cool-headedness. Oh, but underneath that mask? Sadness. SO MUCH sadness, Annabel is an ocean of it, she’s a peaceful smile with a melancholic heart shot through. Young Capulet holds not pure innocence like her Juliet-counterpart but rather a deep rooted loneliness, like guys, Annabel is actually just so fucken SAD I think we really need to address this more yes she’s a total girlboss but also Annabel is the personification of hollowed out loneliness that comes with your beloved being ripped away from you.

This really got away from me, but my point?

Lenore, the embodiment of red, has blue eyes.

Annabel, the embodiment of blue, has red-adjacent eyes.

FORGET LAYING ON THE GROUND IN TEARS I AM CURRENTLY CLIPPING THROUGH THE FLOOR AND HEADING STRAIGHT GAY TO MY GRAVE IN THE BACKROOMS!!!

YOUR HONOR THEIR EYES ARE THE GODDAMNED COLORS OF THE OTHER’S MOTHERMARYFUCKING S O U L LIKE WHAT IN THE JESUS H CHRIST BUMBLEBY SOULMATISM IS T H I S S S⁉️⁉️⁉️

[rammedram]

reminiscing when i was on dating apps and had a bunch of guys tell me they were afraid of me 🥰 it makes me swoon, HAHAHA

[changetyre]

Heyyyy I just read something with Lando and he says “I wasn’t asking” and I’m going to need moreeee please & thank you 😍

F*ck you!!! || Lando Norris x Reader ⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: You absolutely despise the way Lando can having you screaming in anger and then pleasure in a matter of seconds…right? Part 1 Here

WARNINGS: **18+**, hate sex

A/N: I love me some hate sex, denying your feelings kinda fics

It was the worse feeling in the world, no doubt. Your first victory was right there, your hands ready to grasp it you could touch it with the tip of your fingers only for it to be ripped away from you.

The race had gone perfectly, exactly as you’d planned both you and your team had done an excellent job in what was undeniably one if the not the best race of your career, making your way up from P12 after a bad qualifying.

No further action

You read and re read the text ready to waltz into that damned stewards office and give them a piece of mind right before lighting the damn building on fire. That’s the amount of rage you felt right now.

Some part of you was absolutely ready to spend the rest of your life behind bars if it weren’t for that idiot of a man you so very much loved to fuck showed up in your drivers room.

“What the fuck do you want?” You scoffed, right about ready to slap him too.

He’d been the cause of it, happily taking the victory for himself without a care that he’d cost you your race and first and well deserved victory completely.

“I came to apologize.” Lando spoke, a smirk on his face that you wanted to wipe off but a fucked up part of you still enjoyed.

“Fuck off.” You shoved him out of the way as you continued grabbing your things scattered around the room to pack them.

“I am really sorry.” Lando repeated.

“Right you really did look sorry when you were happily spraying champagne up on the podium posing for any camera that pointed your way.” You bit back.

“Let me make it up to you then.” Lando grabbed your waist stoping you from moving around the room.

“Don’t touch me.” Lando almost believed you meant it if it weren’t for the fact you made no attempt whatsoever to get his hands off you.

“Wanna touch me instead baby?” That stupid confident smirk appeared on his face again.

“Fuck you!” You huffed angrily looking up at him.

“I bet you do.” Lando laughed before pushing his lip on yours.

You moaned in annoyance but once again didn’t try hard to push him away. Lando basked in the way you accepted it and tried fighting for dominance with your lips which only for today he’d be okay with giving you.

“I hate you.” You whispered as you yanked Lando’s hair back allowing you to trail your lips down his neck.

“I bet you do baby.” Lando only spurred you on as he felt you leaving marks across his skin.

“I do…so fucking much.” You almost moaned the words this time as you ripped Lando’s shirt off him letting your lips continue their journey downwards before yanking his pants down too.

“Show me how much darling.” Lando knew he had to be quiet, despite the fact that your little adventures weren’t secret to many anymore being victims of your loud ventures around the paddock after a day like today it didn’t seem wise to give people more to talk about.

You didn’t feel like prepping him, you quite frankly didn’t care for anything other than taking out your frustration on him, to make him whine and ache at your hands.

So as you began harshly sucking on his length you basked in the way his knees buckled from under him forcing him to find the nearest support to keep himself upright.

He tried to sit down but you were quick to deny him that luxury.

“You sit down and I’ll stop.” You threatened and you reveled in the way he obeyed, straightening up and his eyes begging for more.

Your own cheeks hurt with how hard you sucked him and you knew he wouldn’t last long, and you watched for the tell tale signs carefully.

“Sh*t that’s so good baby.” Lando panted as he gathered your hair in a ponytail.

His head fell back in pleasure, as he tried his hardest to contain the loud moans that wanted to escape his lips.

“I’m almost there…keep going…ah…ugh!” Lando’s groans got louder.

Just as he was about to release you stopped.

“WHAT THE-“ Lando absolutely hated the feeling, the ache that settled in his core with his pleasure being ripped away right at the last second.

“Feels shit doesn’t it.” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You little-“ Lando hated the fact that he for 1 second believed you’d make him feel good and forget about today.

“Have fun taking care of that.” You poked Lando’s rock-hard dick before getting up, grabbing your bags and leaving him.

[zapernz]

Hiiiii!! I read your fic about dom!ani switching to a sub in the middle of sex AND I NEED MOREEEE ONG ITS SO GOOD

Sooooo I was wondering if I could request something about dom!ani switching to being a sub because he just can’t handle when you go on top of him or pull his hair or both idk… please🙏🏻

a/n: we are so back

switching sides

warnings: switch!anakin, degradation, edging, praise, choking [“bitch” “baby” “good boy”]

“you like this huh? like being a little bitch?” anakin degrades you while his dick is buried in you, hitting parts of you that were unthought of. you writhe under him trying to meet his thrusts with your hips, the sound of skin slapping, your moans, and his grunts bouncing off the walls. he grasps your throat, squeezing as he pounds into you harder, “answer me you bitch” he squeezes harder again before letting go, “fuck- yes i like it- please” you stutter out between moans.

he moans, “yeah i know you do- fuck you’re squeezin me like a vice” you whine as he drills into you impossibly faster, lifting your hips making you cry out at the new angle. you know you’re close, he knows youre close, but he pulls out making you whimper.

he smiles as he strokes your face, “cmere baby” he says softly, sitting you up on his lap as he presses his lips to yours softly, it doesn’t take long before your tongue is down his throat and his hands are all over you, one of your hands move to the back of his head, you pull away from his lips, and slowly move your hand to the bottom of his hair, “baby what are you-“ he gets cut off as your lips attack the sweet spot on his neck, he tries to somehow stop you from doing this, he had you where he wanted you, how have you already got him slipping like this?

harshly you grip the curls and yank his head back to give you more space to attack his neck, to his surprise he lets out a whimper, “oh y’like that?” you chuckle pulling back to look at the flushed man sitting in front of you, he shakes his head trying to deny it, “oh really? you don’t like it?” he clears his throat, “no i dont” he croaks out. “so you wouldn’t like it if i sat on your dick right now, used you to get off?”

he bites his lip and looks down trying to avoid you, shrink away, whatever it is it’s not working, and you pull his hair again to make him look at you. another whimper, louder this time. “anakin you’re so hard baby just let me do what i want with you, yeah?” he nods.

slowly you sink down on him, as your hips meet his, his hands find their place at your hips, but hes not moving you, actually, he doesn’t even try, his forehead rests on your shoulder, allowing you to run your hands through the soft curls, making him shiver.

“so obedient, arent you? such a good boy yeah?” he shamelessly moans and nods, “yeah that’s right, how about you be a really good boy and tell me what you want?” he groans, hes so hard, and you’re so tight, and with the way you’re talking he might blow his load right there, his head feels fuzzy and he barely even processes your words before he blurts out,

“i want you to fuck me”

[luv4fushi]

omfg i litr read everything uve written off ur masterlist I NEED MOREEEE. i love the way u write megumi especially, i couldn’t get enough of it. i hope you write more of him, my heart aches for more tbh 🥹 tysm for being such a good writer and feeding us starved readers well

tysm! i'm sooo glad i can be a good source of megumi content for you >_< i looove writing megumi so you'll be seeing sooo much more of him, dw! happy holidays!

this december

jjk fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

it’s always colder on your own, especially around this time of year. you should be at home, bundled up with a warm cup of hot chocolate, but here you are in shinjuku, exorcizing curses with your ex boyfriend two weeks after your breakup with him. great.

content: post break up, aged up megumi (19/20), megumi is terrible at feelings, getting back together, fluff if you squint, a bit of angst, miscommunication, one bed (but it isn’t the main plot point sorry), megumi calls you baby like once, gojo is the best wingman, SHIBUYA ARC NEVER HAPPENED AND LIFE IS GOOD, not proofread im very sorry guys pls forgive me, kinda a word dump sry

word count: 5.8k (sigh this was supposed to be 2k words max)

click on my masterlist for more & merry christmas to those who celebrate!

it’s december 19th when satoru gojo tells you that he has a mission just for you. you’re less than ecstatic about it to say the least. the last thing you want to do is be sent to your death just shy of christmas day. you just want to rest your sore muscles and bask in the presence of your best friends. you’re not in the mood to kill any curses, mainly because you’ve just recovered from a previous mission.

“why me?” you groan.

gone are the days where you used to be a goody two shoes for satoru. you’re old enough to talk back now, not like when you had been a shy fifteen-year-old girl. besides, you’ve been around the silver-haired sorcerer long enough to know that he doesn’t mind the bite.

“sorry, kid,” satoru says with a shrug. at least he sounds genuine about it. “the higher ups requested for you specifically. they say you’ll get the job done in the cleanest way. we can’t have things getting messy before the holidays, right?”

“and you wouldn’t be the best choice?” you quip.

satoru only laughs. he ruffles your hair. even with your growth spurt and merciless training, he still towers over you. in a way, he’ll always be your mentor. “hey, i’m going out of town that weekend. give me a break.”

you huff petulantly. something about this mission seems fishy to you. you’re not nearly the strongest sorcerer out of the bunch of kids under satoru’s wings (not that you guys are kids anymore, but sometimes it’s hard to feel otherwise). hell, there’s the kyoto students. it feels like they never have to do anything. you wish that you were rebellious enough to chew utahime out for it.

“why couldn’t they just make yuta or megumi go?” you mutter under your breath. you stammer out megumi’s name and hope satoru doesn’t catch on to the way you can barely say it.

satoru knows about the breakup. why wouldn’t he? he’s basically megumi’s dad, even if the raven haired boy refuses to admit it. satoru’s six eyes mean you can’t hide anything from him (he’d been the first to know that megumi was head over heels for you).

satoru raises a brow. “oh, right. megumi’s coming along too.”

your face twists and you immediately whip around to glare at him. “you’re lying.”

“i wish,” he jokes. “i was really hoping i’d get a wedding invitation one day, you little rascal. i can’t believe you two broke up. maybe this’ll be a good thing!”

“i appreciate your honesty, but—”

“but megumi’s an emotionally constipated kid, yeah, that i know,” satoru laughs. he makes his way to the exit of his office which has you furrowing your brows. is your former teacher actually gonna just leave after making you come all the way here? how rude and so very in character of him.

“please, gojo,” you call out after him, “i don’t wanna go with him.”

“sucks for you,” satoru responds halfheartedly. “merry christmas. try not to take more than a week on this. you’ll have to pay the rest of the fee for accommodations if you do.”

“gojo!” you whine.

“it’s not a hard mission!” satoru insists like it’ll make your life any easier. “y’know, this time of year is when things get ugly. think of it as saving as many people as you can while putting in the least amount of effort!”

and then he teleports. your former teacher teleports away rather than being normal and walking out of the door. you roll your eyes and hope that he can sense it (you know he can’t).

so that’s why you’re here now. with your ex. on the elevator to your assigned room on the tenth floor. you’re so glad that it’s a normal hotel and not a love hotel. lord knows what you’d do if you had checked into a love hotel.

megumi hasn’t spoken a word to you since he broke up with you two weeks ago. it had been in the doorway to your apartment a few days after a particularly rough mission assigned to the both of you—the one you’re still recovering from. he’d pulled you in for a hug, whispering sweet words into your ear. he gave you a look, one of those looks that made him soften his usually sharp eyes.

“i think we should break up.”

and then came the pathetic whimper of yours. he had wiped your tears, even kissed them tenderly, before telling you that it wasn’t your fault—it was his. how cliche.

now as you stand next to him, you want to beat yourself up for not asking for closure. neither of you had explicitly stated that you two were going to be no-contact, but it hurts a lot less to push the idea of forever with megumi away to the back of your mind. besides, you two aren’t confrontational like that. not with each other, anyway.

“need help?” his tone is soft, tender—the tone he reserves specifically for you, the one that tells you he still cares.

you stare down at the luggage at your feet. you’ve always been a chronic overpacker, a habit that megumi knows of by now. he watches you curiously, hands itching at his sides. you can tell that he wants to reach out and grab your suitcase like he always does. he thinks he isn’t obvious, but you can always read through the lines, especially when it’s megumi.

“i’m okay,” you croak out, clearing your throat awkwardly.

the elevator dings and you make your way to your room. as much as you hate to admit it, you’re sort of glad that you and your ex boyfriend are sharing a room. perhaps his’ll be a good way to get closure, though you’re not really sure what closure entails.

what you don’t expect is to unlock the door and be met with a singular bed.

if satoru gojo didn’t have a layer of infinity coating his body (and if he wasn’t the strongest sorcerer alive), you would’ve wrung out his neck.

megumi simply walks into the room, setting his duffel bag down on one of the dressers opposite from the foot of the bed. he doesn’t comment on the lack of double beds, seemingly already aware of the set up.all he does is puff out a weary sigh. you suck in a breath and follow him inside, slipping your shoes off at the entrance.

you lug your suitcase in after you along with your duffel bag and backpack. you stumble forward and megumi’s arm snakes around your waist, steadying you.

“careful,” he mutters, nonchalantly taking your bag off our your shoulders.

it’s a quick series of movements; he swings your bag over his shoulders and places it on the dresser next to the one he’s claimed while guiding you softly to the side of the bed so that you’re not standing in the middle of the doorway.

you scrunch your face, feeling your heart thump against your ribcage. it’s stupid how he still has such a hold on you, even after two weeks of not seeing or talking to him. he’s just so caring, so gentle. it stings, like little the little cuts you get when fighting curses, when you realize that this is something you’ll have to learn how to lose.

“thanks,” you manage to mutter. you don’t trust yourself to say anything else. you know from the way your throat tightens that you’ll be crying soon if you force yourself to talk any more.

“i can take the couch,” megumi says.

it’s that easy with him; he’s a gentleman, so of course he’d take the couch. that’s the way megumi fushiguro is—he offers a solution before you even have the chance to complain. in your year and a half long relationship, that skill of his had been a saving grace.

“no, don’t bother,” you croak. “i’ll book another room.”

“really?” he asks. he stands up a little straighter, awkwardly reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “i mean, i don’t mind sharing a room with you… we’ve..”

we’ve shared a room countless of times before.

megumi doesn’t have to continue his sentence for you to understand what he’s implying. you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out except for a long, heavy sigh. your shoulders drop as you let the exhaustion seep into your bones. there’s no use arguing about it, not when you don't’ mind sharing a room with megumi, either.

“we’ve broken up,” you remind him in a quiet voice, like you’re afraid saying it out loud will make it truer than it already is.

megumi pauses. you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. “i know that, but … it’ll be fine. we’ve shared a room as friends before.”

he’s right, like he usually is. you two have shared a room before as just friends, but that had been as teenagers—back when you both harbored such hardcore crushes on each other that you two somehow didn’t notice.

“right,” you find yourself agreeing with a small nod.

“you should go get ready for bed.” megumi begins grabbing a few or the decorative pillow off of the bed. he places them gingerly on the brown couch tucked in the corner of the hotel room. “we’ll be getting up pretty early to deal with the brunt of the mission.”

to finish this mission as quickly as possible, you think.

and so you oblige and head to the bathroom. it’s december 19th, just a few days shy of christmas day, and you’re in bed with your ex boyfriend on the couch just a few feet away.

december 20th greets you with megumi hovering over you. he peers down at you with his messy bangs covering his eyes. they’re piercingly blue as he blinks. his lashes flutter perfectly, even in the early morning. your eyes meet his and you jolt awake.

“good morning,” he says. “your alarm has been ringing for a bit now, so i turned it off.”

you blink rapidly, getting the tiredness out of your eyes. “oh.”

he chuckles softly, just enough for you to catch it with your ears. he rises from his crouched position and heads to the front door. he spares you a glance over his shoulder before he heads out, presumably giving you the privacy you need. you let out a strangled breath before you swing your legs over the bed and head to the bathroom.

by the time you’re finished putting on your uniform, you swing the door to your hotel room open and see megumi leaned up against the wall, tapping away on his phone. his dark blue eyes flicker up to you and he turns away to head down the hall.

you furrow your brows. you can’t help but think that he’s being a little cold to you. it isn’t like you initiated the breakup. despite your frustration with his behavior, you can sort of understand why he wouldn’t want to be sweet around you; you two aren’t dating anymore and so it makes sense that he’d go back to being aloof in your presence, the usual way he acts around everyone else. losing that position in his life makes your stomach churn for reasons you’re less than willing to uncover.

your mission is a vague one; all you know is that it’s a clean-up mission. rather than a level 1 curse (or even a special grade), the mission consists of an acclimation of weak curses surrounding shinjuku. these missions are normally given to younger, more inexperienced sorcerers with the help of a senior sorcerer, but for an odd reason, it’s been given to you and megumi this year. megumi could’ve probably handled it himself. actually, you could’ve handled it yourself.

you bite your tongue to hold back on your complaints as you walk just a step behind megumi. he pauses regularly, waiting for you to catch up to his side. you roll your eyes in secret. does he not realize that you don’t want to walk next to him?

“it’s all just bars,” you mutter.

with that, you earn a tiny laugh from megumi. “well, yeah. this is the red-light district of shinjuku.”

you pale. “this sucks.”

“why do you think i wanted to come out here in the morning rather than at night?” he says, his tone strangely light.

“to deal with the brunt of the mission,” you repeat his words from last night sarcastically. you’re unsure as to what he’s talking about, so you think that it’s okay to give him a little bit of attitude.

he raises his brow but doesn’t comment on your sarcasm. instead, he says softly, “no, stupid. it’s because this is the red-light district. it’s unsafe for anyone, especially a pretty, young girl alone at night.”

your first thought is to coo and tease him. you think i’m pretty? it takes you half a second to remember that you two are broken up. you scoff, “i’m perfectly capable of handling myself.”

“i never said you weren’t,” megumi shoots back. “it would just be annoying explaining to the higher ups why you were fighting people and not curses.”

“i’m sure they’d understand,” you retort, frowning. you cross your arms.

“don’t be so pouty,” he says in that stupid, gentle tone he uses with you when you’re acting bratty.

you both decide to split up. well, it’s more like you demand the two of you to split up. you say it under the pretense that it’ll get the job done faster. besides, you both want to be home before christmas day, right?

there’s about two curses you cross paths with every hour. you’re starting to lose your mind. shouldn’t the streets be infested with them? you don’t even need a veil! all you have to do is give the weak curses just one punch and they vaporize on the spot. your head is running with hundreds of thoughts.

that’s when it hits you: the first years at the tokyo jujutsu school did come out here a week prior! maybe they did a bad job? but you remember nobara had been the one to lead the group. she may half-ass almost everything in her life, but she wouldn’t jeopardize her underclassmen for the sake of her freetime.

so why on earth are you here? it’s not like there are enough harmful curses for a mission to be assigned to you right before christmas, and to you and megumi of all sorcerers. you’re both strong enough to the point of having some kind of importance in the jujutsu world. the higher ups wouldn’t send the two of you on some stupid mission for the sake of it unless they’re planning some sort of secret execution. but even then, satoru gojo should’ve known through their lies to not send you or megumi. unless…he wants you two dead…?

you shake your head and bite your nails. the sun begins to set and you realize that you’ve been out here for longer than you expected. you’re starting to feel a chill in your bones—you had argued petulantly with megumi earlier about not wanting to wear your jacket despite it being the dead of winter; “it’s gonna get in the way!”

you always seem to forget the the sun sets earlier in the winter. it’s stupid how bright all the lights are in shinjuku. there isn’t a square foot of anything that isn’t lit up with neon signs reading out the names of clubs and bars. you see couples and large groups of people walking along the streets.

it’s lonely, you realize. it would’ve been less lonely with megumi.

you make your way to the meeting spot with megumi. you both share a few small words before retiring for the night. megumi says he wants to go sightseeing, even though there’s really nothing much to see. he doesn’t return to the hotel room until late at night.

when he slips into the only bed that the room offers, you chalk it up to the slight alcohol you smell on his lips. it feels so natural that you don’t push him away even though you should. his body is warm and you fit so perfectly against his broad chest that you think it’ll be okay for you to be a little selfish tonight.

“g’night,” megumi mumbles in his sleep.

you smile and nuzzle closer.

it’s december 21st as you realize how late it is in the day. megumi is back on the couch. you feel a tinge of disappointment in the bottom of your stomach.

to no one’s surprise, the sun is barely peeking over the buildings when you’re finally back in the red-light district. you’re doing the last bit of cleanup, but there’s really nothing much for you to clean.

tomorrow, you’ll be heading to a shopping mall, so you suppose you should do your best to sniff out the rest of the curses littering the place unless you want to stay here an extra day. the day is, yet again, slow.

it’s nearing 8 PM and you're finally sure that you’ve gotten rid of all the curses in the general area. you’ve been done for quite a while now, but you just haven’t found the courage to let megumi know that you’re ready to go back to the hotel room. a little sightseeing on your end wouldn’t hurt, right?

“hi, pretty.” a gravelly voice, battered by cigarettes, whispers in your ear.

you jump in surprise. you need to remember not to get too far into your head. you should’ve felt his presence coming from a mile away. it’s a terrible habit and satoru has scolded you for years about it.

“hi,” you mutter, pushing past his larger frame.

the man isn’t as nicely built as the men you know (but then again, your friends are jujutsu sorcerers, so it’s kind of hard to beat that), but he still towers over you. he’s got a squad of rough-looking guys behind him, smirking down at you.

“why’s someone like you alone?” he says, shoving his arm to loop around your waist.

you roll your eyes, getting ready to punch the man square in the nose. will you get in trouble? probably yes. will it be a funny story to tell? also probably yes.

“don’t touch my wife.”

the group of men turn their heads along with you to see megumi. his expression is shrouded with a mixture of anger and frustration. you blink in confusion—megumi usually looks pretty pissed off, but this is the most angry you’ve seen him in a while. and ‘wife’? what’s up with that?

“oh, my bad,” the man chuckles. “didn’t know this pretty thing was married.”

“this ‘pretty thing’ wants you to let her go,” you say with an overly sweet smile. your teeth clench and you hiss, “right now.”

the guy scurries down the sidewalk with his buddies trailing along, making fun of him for hitting on a married woman. nobody mentions the lack of a ring on your finger. nobody mentions the lack of a relationship, either.

“wife?” you scowl. “we’re broken up.”

“guys tend to back up when they know a woman is married. it’s the only way you can really, uh, get them to go away around here.”

you glare at him. “and how would you know? you come here often with girls?”

“...no?” he blinks, unable to comprehend your sudden burst of jealousy. “i sometimes get missions around here, though. pretending to be married was the easiest way—”

“we aren’t, though. we’re not even in a relationship.” you seem to be throwing that into his face a lot more than you should. you can’t help it, though. you still feel a little bitter about not getting a real reason as to why megumi wanted to break up.

“i was trying to help you.” he’s calm and collected, as heard through his voice. he walks up to you and takes your freezing hand into his much warmer ones. “let’s go home.”

“i don’t want to,” you argue.

“stop being a brat,” he says, but there’s no bite to his words. “you’re cold and you’ve been out here all day. if i hadn’t stopped those guys, you probably would’ve beat them up pretty badly.”

“i’m not a fucking brat!” you try to retract your hand, but megumi’s grip only tightens.

“baby, stop,” the pet name rolls off his tongue with ease. megumi sighs softly and pulls you to his chest. “why are you so worked up, hm?”

from the way he speaks, you can tell that he already has an inkling. the breakup. cuddling last night. hugging you now. everything.

you don’t realize you’re crying until he gently wipes his thumb under your eye. he has the audacity to have an amused grin plastered on his stupidly pretty lips. your vision is blurry but if it hadn’t been, you would’ve thrown a punch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers into your hair. “it’s all my fault.”

“it is,” you whimper pathetically. all the tears and the emotions you’ve been holding back bubble up to the surface.

“don’t be upset,” he almost pleads. “let’s go back, okay?”

the night ends with megumi on the couch. neither of you bring up the argument or the fact that he had slept in your bed with you last night. you two don’t talk about the usage of pet names, either.

when you open your eyes on december 22nd, you’re surprised to see that megumi has already headed out for the day. you click your tongue in annoyance—he’s always been good at avoiding his problems when it comes to dealing with them, especially problems involving his emotions. you already know where you’re supposed to be headed, so you suppose that it’s for the best that he’d left before you.

the shopping mall is a long line of vendors and stores among other things. the snow on the ground is fresh—it must’ve snowed late last night after you’d fallen asleep. it crunches underneath your beat-up sneakers with each step you take. you’re not shocked when you end up wandering aimlessly, dipping in and out of stores with no real urgency to finish your mission.

there’s nothing to do anyway.

you’ve killed about 3 curses total and it’s really starting to look like you’ve been sent out here for busy work. you really should’ve figured that out the first day of the mission when you had to practically beg the curses to come out and fight you.

you find yourself in the front of a jewelry store, eyeing a pretty bracelet that you know would look stunning around megumi’s wrist. it’s one of those bracelets that clasp tightly. there’s a thicker band in the center with pretty carvings that seem to resemble some sort of swirly heart. it’s pretty, you have to admit.

without much thought, you buy the gift.

the seller has to clear her throat to get your attention when you don’t answer her question. “um, would you like this to be wrapped?”

you nod absentmindedly. “oh, yes. sorry. please wrap it.”

she nods in return and proceeds to wrap the bracelet in a tiny box, adorning it with a festive bow. you ask her to change it out for a different color, explaining that it isn’t a christmas gift and instead, it’s for someone’s birthday. she offers you a warm smile before switching it with a muted blue ribbon.

you return to the hotel, having to take an expensive taxi. you don’t mind—the bracelet has already made a decent-sized dent in your wallet. why not spend an extra amount on getting home? it’s not like jujutsu sorcerers are paid poorly.

reality hits you when you finally get back to the hotel room. you want to punch yourself for being so stupid. did you really just buy a birthday present for your ex-boyfriend?

you’re thankful that megumi hasn’t arrived yet. he seems to be determined to avoid you for as long as he can. you can’t blame him, either. you did give him quite a hard time yesterday.

you toss the box on to the dresser and head to the bathroom to splash some much needed cold water on to your face. maybe that’ll wake you up enough to clear your mind. you’ve acted out once during this trip already and you’re not really looking forward to any other possible outbursts.

you rinse your face and pat yourself dry with one of the face towels provided to you by the hotel staff. you hang it over the rack again and tiredly make your way to your bed. you halt your movements when you see megumi standing by the dresser, admiring your gift.

he looks up at you in surprise with the smallest grin on his face. it’s so subtle that you would’ve missed it had you not been dating him for nearly two years.

“is this for me?”

“no,” you quickly deny. his face falls and you cough out, “um, i mean.. yeah. i-i didn’t… i… happy birthday.”

he brightens, lips pulling up into a real, genuine smile. “you remembered?”

“why wouldn’t i?” you blurt gently. you bite your inner cheek to stop yourself from saying anything more.

“i dunno.” his voice is distant and low, like he’s trying to hold back his tears. “i just…i didn’t think i was deserving of a gift from you. thank you. i like it.”

you stand awkwardly, shifting your weight onto your other foot. “yeah, well…”

“can you help me put it on?” he asks, sitting at the edge of your unmade bed.

you feel your body heat up. part of you screams for you to stop. you shouldn’t do that. it’s far too intimate and you two are broken up. you’ve never been good at making decisions, though, so you sit next to him and feel the mattress dip.

he gives you a grateful look, one that you willfully ignore, and gives you his wrist. you clasp the bracelet on, fingertips just barely grazing his skin. your heart skips a beat and you have to inhale sharply before pulling away.

“thank you,” he whispers.

december 23rd is a sore reminder that life goes on. you had half-expected something to spark between you and megumi. perhaps he’d beg for you back, or maybe with less wishful thinking, he’d give you his real reason as to why he doesn’t want you anymore.

“i don’t think we need to go anymore,” megumi says when you come out of the bathroom after freshening up.

“huh? why not?”

“there’s nothing out there.” megumi’s voice is flat.

“i know, but we’ll get in trouble if we…”

“gojo probably sent us out here for fun.”

your lips part. megumi turns to you with a slight frown.

“don’t you think so too?” he asks, but you know it isn’t a question he’s looking to find an answer to. “why would the higher-ups assign a mission like this to a special grade sorcerer and a grade 1 sorcerer? if they needed that much manpower, this mission would’ve been deadlier. instead, we’re playing cleanup crew.”

“yeah, but..” you trail off, unable to think of a statement to refute his words. “if we go back now, we’ll get chewed out.”

“it’s just a scolding. you’ll be fine.” megumi stands up and stretches his arms.

you watch him cautiously as he begins to fold his clothes and throw them into his duffel bag. he doesn’t say anything else, letting the silence overtake the room.

“...are we leaving, then?” you ask meekly, not bothering to hide the slight quiver in your voice.

he pauses slightly. “do you want to stay here until christmas? this mission is stupid and you know it. there’s no point.”

why is his tone so cold all of the sudden? it’s as if you two hadn’t shared a moment last night before bed. does your gift not mean anything to him now that he’s cleared his mind with a good rest?

your eyes flicker to his wrist. the gold glimmers underneath the light and you realize that megumi doesn’t seem to hate wearing it. so why is he acting so … unpleasant?

you feel a lump in your throat. it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s able to upset you from just the tone of his voice. even his body language, usually fluid and smooth, is rigid with your presence. you want to tell him that you’ve enjoyed your time with him. you want to shake his shoulders and tell him that if you two cut your mission short, you might not get another chance to be near him again.

“do you still care about me?” you whisper instead.

he stills completely. “what?”

“this entire time,” you begin shakily, “you’ve been nice to me. you treat me like you always do. you’re always hovering over me even though you pretend you aren’t! you obviously still care, megumi.”

his adam's apple bobs as swallows. a beat of silence. then two. then three.

“i do care,” he admits sorely.

“then why did you break up with me?” you blurt. there it is, the question you’ve been meaning to ask. you both had seen it coming.

“because…” megumi winces as if he’s the one getting hurt from the ordeal. “because you deserve someone that’s normal. someone that isn’t a sorcerer. i can’t give you that life.”

you feel your chest swarm with anger. why does he always think he needs to sabotage himself to make others happy? this is something you’ve tried working with him on, but it seems like old habits are hard to kill off, just like your habit of loving him.

“why the hell would you decide that for me? when did i ever say i wanted a normal life?” you snap. your hands clench at your sides.

“it’s too early for this,” he says, his voice straining as he finally musters up the strength to look at you in your eyes.

“tell me, megumi. if that’s the real reason, then that is the most pathetic excuse for a breakup i've ever heard.” your voice cracks and you gulp down the oncoming sob that’s threatening to explode from your throat.

he inhales slowly and makes his way to you, holding you close against his chest. you should push him away, but you would rather let him hug you. you know that you can’t fight him, anyway.

“you…once said you wanted a regular relationship. when you got hurt a few weeks ago, i realized i couldn’t be that for you,” he confesses lowly. “i knew that you’d never find it in yourself to leave, so i figured i should just let you go for your sa–”

“are you kidding me?” you shout incredulously. “i said that when i was fifteen, megumi! before i even knew what being in love was like!”

he flinches against you. “but i…”

“you and your damn savior complex! i don’t need to be in a regular, normal relationship! i don’t need any of that, megumi! i’m a sorcerer, I won't ever get to be normal! in fact, it’s even better that i’m with you because you at least know what this life is like, you idiot! you’re always ruining the good things in your life because you—”

he takes his fingers to grab your chin and he pulls you in for a kiss. if the kiss is a ploy to shut you up, you hate to admit that it’s working. his tongue slips into your mouth and you melt against him. your arms loop around his neck as you desperately drag him down closer to your body. his hand grip your waist while the other clings to the small of your back.

you whimper out of instinct and he pulls away, lips bruised and breathless. it’s been so long since you’ve tasted him and you frown, tiptoeing to capture his lips again. you need to savor him, to feel him lips against yours again.

“baby, wait.” his chest heaves as he looks down at you. “don’t…don’t do this to me.”

“do what?” you ask, an edge to your voice. did he just reject you? even after all that?

“w-we gotta report back to—”

“we’re supposed to leave tomorrow,” you interrupt.

the gears shift in his head. “fine, but—”

“i’m still really fucking mad, but i just need you to kiss me right now,” you whine impatiently.

all megumi does is laugh when he swoops down to press his lips against yours.

it’s december 24th when you two find yourselves in satoru’s office. steam is practically rising from your ears as you try to compose yourself in front of your former teacher.

“... i wanted a wedding invitation.” satoru shrugs.

“you set us up!” you whine angrily. “gojo, are you serious?! isn’t this a little immature?”

megumi stays silent, averting his gaze. he suddenly finds the succulents on satoru’s desk very interesting. he’s never noticed that they’re all nearly dead! how cool.

your eyes shoot daggers at megumi's silence.

"we aren't gonna get married any time soon..." megumi mutters when he feels your pointy glare on him.

satoru raises his hands in mock surrender. “you two can’t blame me! it worked out! you two are back together now, right?”

“but did you have to make us look like fools out there?” you groan.

“you should’ve figured it out on the first day that the mission was a sham!” satoru exclaims, offense taking over his features.

“but still!” you’re borderline hysterical at this point, unable to believe that your former teacher of all people had to set up an entire fake mission so that you and your ex could talk your feelings out. “we would’ve figured ourselves out sooner or later!”

megumi nods. he feels like he should at least give you a little support even if he’s embarrassed out of his mind.

“oh really?” satoru’s voice drips with sarcasm. “you guys should be thanking me—”

“you’re so not getting an invitation to our wedding!” you grumble.

“wha—hey! i’m the one that got you two back together! besides, i’m megumi’s guardian! you can’t just not invite me.”

“watch me!”

“megumi, tell her that she can’t do that—hey! where are you guys going? invite me, you rascals—why are you guys leaving? we aren’t done discussing this! megumi, don’t you dare take her side! she isn’t even your wife yet—don’t slam my door!”

[whimsicalpolitical]

Loved your subspace fanfic >:)

Now I’m asking very politely for sub Matty. I would LOVE to read your perspective of him because I loved dom Matty but feel I’d love sub Matty even moreeee.

Maybe like girlie pushes his limits and he completely melts for her. I don’t know. I’m dreadful at request.

-🍒anon

First of all thank you so much for your request anon!! I’m glad you liked the dom version, I gladly take this request!! I’m also picturing this Matty era:

18+mdni, you saw the request ;)

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Matty didn't really know how to breach the subject, he knew what he wanted very well and he knew what to say but it was how, how was he supposed to tell you with a straight face that you should be the dominant one. He trusted you of course, with his life, but the second he told you he wants to be ruined, the air shifted.

“mhm-” he whimpers. “I- hm, fuck-”

You’re sitting ontop of him, he’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes. it’s almost pornographic the way he’s whining and moaning. He squirms underneath you as you pump his cock. it’s like you’re teasing him.

He quickly lost track of the amount of times you've made him come. You promised him this is the last time if he’s going to be good.

“Ngh, please,” he babbles. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. You flick your thumb across his slit and he whimpers. tears well up in his eyes.

“Please what?” you ask, batting your lashes. He can’t take it for much longer. He searches for your lips desperately, messily kissing you and moaning into your mouth. “Im gonna— uhhhg..” he moans.

“No, you’re not,” you swat your hand from him and watch as he tries to search for the lost friction, bucking his hips up into thin air.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby please,” he whines, a tear slipping from his eye.

“you— baby.” a whine almost slips out, “you’re mean,” he pouts but gasps when your fingers trail up his cock.

“I’m not mean, you’re just greedy,” you grab his chin to make him look at you, “made you cum, what maybe 3 times and you still want more? S’ pathetic.”

Matty’s breath hitches, you return to slowly pumping him again. Moreover you begin to kiss up his shaft, proud to see that by the time you reach his tip to look back at him he's still looking at you.

“Hold out for me yeah? You’re a patient boy,” you praise, smirking down on him. His jaw goes slack as you speed up your movements, moans spilling out. You lean down, and bite at his jawline. he grips onto the sheets beside him, holding fistfuls.

“M’so close, mmph,” he whines, bucking up into your hand, “please- ah, fuck. m’ gonna.” His body finishes before he could end his sentence. His stomach is tensing and back arching as he releases all over himself, thick white spurts of cum coating his stomach and up to his chest as he trembles and squirms under you. 

His eyes are closed and you’re stroking him slowly through his orgasm, “Matty,” you tut, “didn’t tell you to cum now, did I?”

His chest is heavily moving up and down, pearls of sweat covering his tattoos. His curls are sticking to his face and when he finally opens his eyes, he’s gone to another dimension.

You tap his cheek with your flat hand a few times, “you with me?” He nods quickly, “m’sorry, couldn’t hold it in anymore.” He whines, your hand still not stopping its movement.

You don’t slow your movements as well, hand going up and down on his dick with a newfound ease due to the slick. His hips buck up into your hand and his eyes roll back. It is a lot, too much. “m-uh.. please,” he squeaks. noises being punched out of him quicker than before. “I can’t, s’too much!”

“One more,” you kiss his lips, “can give me one more.”

You resume your past rhythm, leaning down and pressing kisses to his tears, he whimpers. “‘M you’re good boy?”

Your face coms up to his, gazing into his eyes, “my best boy.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you immediately set to a faster pace, stroking him from base to tip and causing a slick sound to fill the room as you coat his length in his own cum, the sound barely audible over his loud whimpers and moans as his head falls back, back arching into you.

“Gonna cum again for me?”

“Please, please-“ he’s begging as if you’re going to continue being mean. “Can’t, christ,” he’s babbling, whining, writhing underneath you.

Matty can’t even muster up a warning that he is about to cum, just letting out a choked moan as he practically doubles over as he comes, cum spilling onto his stomach and chest again, as you stroke him through it until he is pulling away from you.

"Such a good boy" you speak softly as you stand up to cup his cheeks, lifting his face to meet yours, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

"Made such a mess, baby" you tease as you wipes his face with your thumbs, his cheeks flush red at the thought of tears on his face.

“Lay down, be right back,” you leave the room to fetch a washcloth from the bathroom, wetting it with warm water and getting a shirt that’s draped over the bathtub, before making your way back to your shared bedroom, smiling at the sight of Matty splayed out on your bed, completely fucked out. 

"Gonna clean you up now, alright?" You practically whisper, feeling like if you were too loud it might startle him. Matty simply nods in response as you climb back onto the bed with him and situate yourself between his still-spread thighs, gently and softly cleaning the drying cum from his stomach and chest, being extra careful when cleaning his now soft length, and apologizing quietly when he winces.

“All done,” you say, fiddling with his shirt, “arms up now,” he does as you say, still completely in his own world, not a word coming from his mouth.

He lays back when he’s clothed and you throw the cloth in the laundry basket, coming down to press sweet kisses to his face, “did so good f’me.”

“Do you need anything? Water?” He shakes his head, grabbing your arm.

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” Your heart swells.

You settle behind him and Matty turns on to his stomach, his face nuzzling against your chest. Your hands come down to his curls, slowly massaging his scalp.

“I love you,” you whisper, and he just hums from exhaustion, kissing your skin as a response before drifting off to sleep.

[sanjisboyfie]

me psychoanalyzing sanji x male reader some moreeee

-> i'm actually sanji's #1 lover, especially after re-reading wci i'm so deeply EMPATHETIC WITH THIS MAN and i fear his content will consume my entire blog.

warning : sanji is really insecure and has rlly low self esteem sorry

sanji probably gets jealous very easily. like...concerningly very easily and each time he feels himself getting jealous it's literally borderline insane. it practically drives him to insanity.

oh my god this + his history with how fliratious he was with others, it drives him up a wall. he realizes quickly that his past actions on how he treated others before he got into a LOYAL relationship with you haunts him to this day.

everytime he sees you interact with anyone, man or women (for some reason, his jealousy is driven up even higher when it's a woman, though), he feels like he wants to take you into his arms and stake a very obvious claim on you as his and him as yours. it's a seemingly very childish thing, but to him, it's the most serious situation in the world. he doesn't want you looking at other women, he doesn't want you looking at other men - he wants to feel like he is enough for you and the best way you can do that is by giving all your attention to him.

and his jealousy only grows the more and more your attention isn't on him.

then the envy starts bleeding into guilt and overthinking. because to him: you're his one and only, there's never going to be anyone else after you - and if there was anyone else before you, well, they're nothing in his mind anymore. you are his entire being. it's like you're the sun and he's every other planet - his life and worth all revolve around you. all of his thoughts, from the moment he wakes up to when he sleeps, are just you. you're his everything.

when he starts seeing you talk to anyone else but him, it makes him overthink all of his past actions that led him up to this point. are you finally going to leave him? did you find someone better? is his past as a womanizer going to make you realize you don't want to be with him anymore?

then he goes through a phase where he dotes on you especially hard. he repeatedly tells you every single second of every single day, he loves no one but you and that he loves you with his entire being. it's concerning, to hear him so devotedly speak about his love for you as if he is going to disappear the next second. but he's only speaking like this because he thinks that ^ is going to happen, but it being you instead of him that disappears.

he fears that everyday he wakes up, you're not going to be beside him. you'd wake up in the middle of the night and realize you deserve better (because you do, in his mind, you deserve much better than him) and you're gonna leave him and the crew. and there's going to be no way they can find you because they are drifting on the ocean and just like that, you're going to be gone forever.

so yes, sanji does have a jealousy problem, but it's so much more than that. it stems deep, deep, deep down to his own self-esteem and his guilt on his past behavior. please be nice to him or his mental might completely crumble at the thought of you thinking he's just some sort of womanizer and lovesick fool.

he just needs constant reassurance and convincing that you're going to stay with him and a lot of affection and he might, maybe, maybe, just be okay. he just really needs you to be there for him.

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

Ok sorry to bother you but this is a thought that I had at 1:33 am so it might not make sense I could’ve probably posted it in my main but I don’t really have the courage to do it bc I’m scared that I’m gonna get bashed by ppl but if you listen to “no surprises” by Radiohead you see that it’s kind of Hilson coded, soo

If you look at the lyric “such a pretty house, and such a pretty garden” then you could think that House would be the house (surname) and wilson would be the garden

if the garden is pretty then the house looks prettier as well, house and Wilson’s personalities are polar opposites, especially at first glance,without diving into the complexities of their characters. House’s rudeness makes Wilson seem even kinder

also, if we think about back gardens/backyards, and how some houses look completely different on the front and the back, and if we say Wilson’s the house and house is the backyard then we can say that house sees a completely different version of Wilson to everyone else (also that house is looking at Wilson’s ass)

lastly, if we think about a garden, like a really big one, then those can often seem sort of mazelike, just like house’s personality. It seems simple to figure out and leave behind, just saying that he is an asshole all the time, but deeper you dive the harder it is to understand and find your way through

If we think about Wilson as a house then yeah. He seems sturdy and unchanging, but if you look inside you’ll see rooms, and rooms can look completely different from one another. These rooms could represent wilsons thoughts, and how different they can be. I’d like to think there’s a big one dedicated to house

in summary, house is Wilson’s garden and Wilson is House’s house lmao

Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk

(srry again for ranting in asks im probably not allowed but idk)

i have not a clue who you are but HOLY SHIT MAN/GIRL/WHATEVER THE ENBY ONE IS

this is actually impressive like what

it would also make sense for the time no surprises is ued in the series (please tell me youve finished house or are passed this bit, if you aren't dont read past this or do, idk you might not care for spoilers 😭) because like, when house is in the physc ward, he well obviously misses wilson as its shown he doesn't visit. so yeah, he could be thinking about wilson.

but that whole analysis ON ONE LINE MIGHT I ADD, ONE LYRIC TJATS MENTAL is sososo impressive, if you wanna rant in my/our dms please feel free as I WANNA HEAR MOREEEE

but please dont feel that way about posting on your main, this was actually incredible and it should be posted on your main!! nobody will think less of you, if more, because this was KKWBSKSB /pos

[artistcerr]

I made a decision

I've decided to dedicate my Tumblr to fanart and my hyper fixations. I have a few things I really wanna draw but I also struggle to actually figure out what to draw lol. As of right now 60% of my time has been taken up by Maxley cause that's just how my brain is lol. If anyone has any ideas or wants something from a different fandom please tell me. I wanna draw moreeee.

I am in the process of drafting a fanfiction too. I'm hesitant cause I've never shared my writing outside friends lol. still gimmie ideas!

[royjamierot]

love love LOVE your headcanons for Roy and Jamie!!!!!! ❤️��️❤️💗💗💗💗✨✨✨please share moreeee 🤍

THANK YOUUUU this was so fun to think about i have a lot so they're going under the cut

- i think roy is more of a tv and movie guy than jamie. i think jamie is just one of those people who can't sit still during movies so they usually end up making out whenever they turn one on.

- jamie can do movies in theaters though, for some reason he can pay attention to those just fine. he and roy go like every week.

- roy's favorite movie is sound of music jamie's is star wars a new hope. i know this. please believe me.

- jamie likes sour candy and roy likes sweet candy

- if they got married jamie would want to take roy's last name. like that guy has been obsessed with roy for like a decade, and you're telling him he gets the chance to be jamie kent instead of jamie tartt?? instead of james tartt?? the name only associated with his father now? yeah. he'd want to be jamie kent. and also roy would love it because he's a possessive bitch.

- jamie does not know what pronouns are until keeley tells him to put his pronouns on his Instagram. then he has a gender crisis. (he puts his pronouns on he/him and figures out the gender stuff with the people he actually knows irl)

- if royjamie were t4t they would be even more into body worship. they trace over each other's scars and admire the self made people they are.

- roy only has a minor freak out about realizing he's bisexual (he's nearly 40 only just now realizing he's bi? he'd freak out) but it'd be worse when jamie is the reason he realizes

- roy and jamie are each other's bisexual awakening

- when jamie and roy start dating jamie has to fight himself from asking if the things in the tabloids are true. because jamie read a lot of tabloids and stories about roy when he was a horny teenager. (jamie does ask about the hip movement thing on their first date and roy just has to take him home to show him. obviously)

- jamie and roy's music taste clashes a lot but they still make playlists for each other and listen to them regularly

- jamie and roy both love concerts too so they go to them a lot. they definitely go to beyonce and stevie nicks together.

- jamie has his ears pierced and lets phoebe pick out silly earrings for him. he's worn all of these.

- jamie loves iced coffee and roy loves cappuccinos

- (i dont actually know what Halloween is like in england and i dont care bc i have headcanons) i just know that jamie gets really into halloween decorations. every october their house smells like pumpkin spice candles and there's fake cobwebs everywhere. roy is kind of surprised by it until they go back to manchester once during october and he sees georgie's house is the same way

- roy makes themed pancakes all year round. valentines? strawberry heart pancakes. halloween? pumpkin cinnamon. phoebe loves it and then jamie loves it.

- jamie is a passenger princess.

- jamie loves candles there's like a million around the house. he nearly sets the house on fire at least once a month.

- jamie thinks once they start dating that the training will get easier. it doesn't. it gets worse. (jamie tries to flirt his way out of it and that doesn't work out so he just ends up tired and turned on)

- roy starts complimenting him way more when they start dating and jamie goes very pink when that happens and brushes it off so that he doesn't do something inadvisable in public

- jamie loves roy's curly hair and begs him to grow it out and roy says it's too much maintenance and jamie says he will do everything for roy if he grows it out. this leads to roy growing it out and jamie washing and styling his hair for a month (roy likes the attention it brings him so eventually he just keeps it)

- they go to each other's hair appointments together

- jamie's favorite disney princess is rapunzel

- jamie and roy are both cat people i think. i think roy has had a secret cat for years that no one knows about until jamie comes over one time. it's a black cat that way the cat's hair doesn't stand out on roy's clothing. jamie has a not secret tabby cat.

- jamie has a teddy bear his mom gave him when he was little that goes with him everywhere. to every away game and everything.

- roy cooks, jamie does dishes, they do their own laundry.

- they watch garbage reality tv together (or really they goof off with reality tv in the background.)

okay thanks that's all my headcanons for now!! thank you for the ask.

[omaegorverse]

could you give us a timeline for the omaegorverse? i've been studying the family tree for a solid 3 days now (genuinely a few hours a day it's becoming a problem) and i need to know more. oh beloved oracle satisfy my craving for insane asoiaf aus tell me moreeee

OK listing the history below seperated by kings

have maegor era from the 40s to 66 AC, peak omegafication dark evil era everyone's a little scared. several harsh long winters. jaehaerys viserra daenys born. getting raised poorly. jaehaerys is beaing beat, viserra is the golden child, daenys is viserys' comfort doll. maegor has cemented his rule and has rhaena on his side through hostages.

jaehaerys i era 66 through 92. got leadership beat into him by maegor. viserra is gotten herself kicked out of the westerlands (married into the lannisters, killed her husband and his mother to have blood magic twins, pissed everyone off) and is now girlbossing through the riverlands married into harrenhal. in 77AC viserys and daenys do a dragon dream murder suicide at the god's eye. jaehaerys has six kids with his wife maris hightower. she kills him cos his dick led him to hole (a hightower bastard) which led to their daughter dying (the bastard convinced him to wed their daughter maegelle to lord hightower).

aegon ii 92 AC through 99 AC. in his mid-twenties when he ascends to the throne. his reign is mostly marked by a civil war between him and his twin brother aerion, mostly over their sister helaena who aerion kidnapped (helen of troy.) they both die fighting above dragonstone.

viserys i 99AC through 120AC. DYNASTIC CRISIS after aegon dies because one of aegon's wives (daenaera velaryon) locks herself and her children (including aegon's heir) in dragonstone and a great council decides on aegon's brother viserys inheriting as king regent. marked by aegon's other wife jocasta lannister's consolidation of power to back the inheritance of her sons with aegon over daenaera's. also marked by viserys' insane wife alyssa arryn going ham with a priestess of r'hllor

120-128 PRINCESS REGENT DAENERYS TARGARYEN. she swoops into power as regent for aegon's descendants via daenaera in order to curb jocasta lannister. pretty good queen. more jocasta power-grabbing, + her son jaehaerys

128-136 aegon's grandson daeron i turns 14 and asks his great-auntie dany for the throne back please. he's a bit sheltered and is here for glory doesnt care much for rule or power. does a dorne conquest, assassinated by jaehaerys who, while daeron was doing war, had been consolidating allies at court. jaehaerys killed daeron while daeron was at his peace wedding with the princess of dorne. red wedding teehee. all secret of course, officially it was dornish rebels who wanted to stay independent but like everybody knows it was jaehaerys

136-144 jaehaerys ii son of aegon ii finally gets his throne. has like two dozen kids. originally his faith wife was alysanne tully and his blood wife was aerea bastard daughter of helaena and aerion, but aerea died and he remarried to viserys i's blood magic baby alysanne targaryen. has several concubines. his kids are a powder keg and he gets JFK'd by his daughter elaena, whom aerea died birthing

144-147 short reign of aegon iii. his elder brothers viserys and maegor were also JFK'd and he was stuck with the throne. hamlet if his dad was claudius. his younger brothers aemond and aerys cause problems for him. dies of over-exhaustion trying to solve the JFK mystery and also rule the seven kingdoms and deal with his horrible little brothers

147-184 reign of aerys i targaryen. religious fanatic groomed by the faith in love with his half-sister. his reign is marked by sharp shift towards faith of the seven. in 168 the faith pretty much fully wrest control from him (aerys' bastard nephew hugor via prince aemond siezes power and becomes high septon) and convince him to set up the 'faith protectorate' which makes him something like a constitutional monarch and puts the faith devout in control. his reign is marked by civil war. the north secedes in 161 AC, dorne is ruled by daeron i's sister daena who is masterminding rebellion, and the hightower declares war on the high septon and aerys which yes sounds insane but theres reasons. aerys ends up deposed by his son daeron. also the faith protectorate and aerys actually do a lot of pro-peasant stuff and removing power from nobles and thats a lot of the reason why they rebel.

184-204 reign of daeron ii. daeron is the third son of aerys and after an attempt to rescue his sisters from the maidenvault (yeah i had aerys make a maidenvault. aeyrs i baelor on steroids) got sent to a septry in the stormlands but his mother snuck him out and into dorne where daeron i's sister daena is wed to the prince of dorne. goes to war with his father and wins, forces him to abdicate. reign marked by fixing his father's mistakes and getting beat up by remnants of the protectorate loyalists. his wife gets merked and he gets domed but survives with some brain damage. his son baelor mercy kills him

204- reign of baelor the bloody. son of daeron who gets his epithet when aged 9 he kills some assassins/rebels when they attack the red keep. doing his reign and family now so its iffy, but he's married to rohanne martell the rosy dawn epic queen. cheats on her with a twink and she kills the twink. not sure on his death

im gonna keep the family tree going till 300AC when turbo-long night hits and everyone gets blowed up. anyway hope this helped lmfao im sure its VERY confusing 😭

[lace-adorned-cadavers]

INTRODUCTION POST!!!!

finally.....

HIIIII I go by Lacey, Bernadette, and Jayce :3

I use any pronouns

girlblog sideblog: @teen-princess-lacey

DNI:

idk basic dni criteria, weirdos, problematic ppl (anyone who 'stans' anything), zionists

Interests, Friends, and more of my yapping under the cut!!!

LONGGGGG list of interests okay yay

Twisted Wonderland, Project Sekai, Your Turn to Die, Omori, Roblox: Flicker and Royale High, FNaF, TBHK/JSHK, Angels of Death, Ghost and Pals, scenecore music, basic white girl music, KNY, Milgram, BSD, Arcadekitten games (Cemetery Mary, Here for Sweethearts, etc.), Yun Seven games (Sundy Stairway, Bbirthday, VT Harmony), Magician by SmileStrawbunny, Future Diary, the color pink, Sanrio (especially My Sweet Piano), cutecore clothes, the Saw movies, Hypnosis Microphone, and moreeee probably, morute, The Virgin Suicides, Girl Interrupted

SUPER COOL PEOPLE!!!!!!

my wife/p: @wolfiafan10

the bestest friends ever:

@d3v0

@justgoji

@pikoeatsglue32

@altblock-tm (their cool art: @artblock-tm)

@velvetbow39

@embermint000x

it doesnt matter how much/little ive interacted with them, they still all mean the world to me :3

MORE ABOUT ME!!!!

I cant pick up on social cues, please kindly but DIRECTLY tell me if I said/did something wrong.

[morgue-me]

I WANT TO TEAR INTO THIS SONG

I WANT TO INJECT IT INTO MY VEINS

PLEASE

WHY ARE WE ONLY ABLE TO LISTEN TO MUSIC

WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO SO MUCH MOREEEE

[forbiddeng0os3]

kink warnings- knife play, masochism/sadism, orgasm control, light cnc

i love being a switch verse so so much but good lord i neeeed to sub more:3

i need someone to take control and tell me exactly how to touch myself, fully in control of how fast i go and where to go next. stopping me whenever they see just how worked up i’m getting just so they can hear me beg to please let me keep going while squirming under their delicate touch. sliding their fingers up and down my body tickling me so gently, making me yearn for more.

as i beg more and more i get told to stop being so needy or i’m gonna get punished, but i just can’t help myself when it feels so so good i need more more moreeee. maybe a little spanking will straighten me out, right? please? but that just won’t do for them, it’s not a bad enough punishment for being such a needy kitty. maybe we take out the cold knife and start showing me what happens to bad cat boys who don’t listen. gently placing cuts as i squirm and moan out in pain begging to stop but they just can’t help themselves, looking me in my eyes as they glaze over while leaving little love scratches all over.

now i really really need it, i’m drooling and fuzzy brained and needing to get my cute boy hole stuffed to it’s capacity. going deeper and deeper with each stroke, hitting my cervix faster and faster as my face starts getting shoved into the pillow. they flip me around and grab my chin and force my mouth open. “who’s mindless slut are you?” i can’t help but moan out “yours daddy”. they look me in my eyes and tell me what a good boy i am for daddy and to keep my mouth wide open. looking me dead in my eyes they spit right into my mouth and close it. “swallow” they simply say. and i listen like the dumb needy kitty i am. i need to cum so so bad, especially now that they started jerking off my tdick while getting as deeeeep as possible. i start begging to let me cum, but to no avail my dom doesn’t let me. they say they know i can hold out for them. and to be a good little boy and listen, now that they know i’m close they start torturing me with it and going faster and faster. knowing i’m not allowed to cum until they say so, forcing me to hold back as much as i can. but oh my god it’s starting to feel so fucking good i just can’t help myself!!!! i’m begging so much to let me cum please please please, i just can’t hold out any longer. finally they say the word and my brain completely turns off as my entire body shakes and vibrates while still being pounded into the bed frame giving me the longest orgasm i could ever ask for.

neeed this neeeeeeeed pleeeeeeeeeeaaassssssseeee

[starry-night-author]

Could you please please please continue prompt 16? It so good I need moreeee

heck YEAH sorry this took so long it's been sitting mostly finished in my drafts for a hot minute now....

Prompt #16 (Part 5)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Outside of Supervillain's cell, Hero took a deep breath.

Superhero heard them, and glanced over. "You alright?"

Hero nodded, swallowing. "It's just... it's just a little terrifying to find out someone you love might've been manipulating you into it, you know?"

Superhero smiled sympathetically at them. "I know. But we're going to figure it out. We'll all be watching through the glass, we'll put a stop to anything that might go wrong, okay?"

Hero nodded again, looking back at the door.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"A little, but I'll be fine."

"You're sure?"

"Mm-hm."

"Alright. Whenever you're ready."

There came the click of the cell door's automatic lock unlocking, and Other Hero gave them a thumbs up. Hero smiled faintly, took one last deep breath, and pushed the door open.

They weren't sure what state they expected Supervillain to be in. On one hand, Supervillain had told them that they'd once been terribly mistreated by a hero agency in another city, and ever since then being captured often made them have panic attacks. On the other, who even knew how much of what Supervillain had ever told them was real?

Supervillain was standing in the middle of the cell, arms tight at their sides as they stared determinedly at their reflection in the one-way glass.

That's when Hero was struck with a terrible thought. Could Supervillain hypnotize people just by looking at them? If they managed to make eye contact with someone on the other side of the glass, could they control them?

However they didn't get much time to dwell on the thought as Supervillain looked up as they entered.

"Hero!"

The next thing Hero knew they were swept up into a tight hug, their feet lifting off of the ground as their tall partner hugged them close.

"H-hey, Supervillain." Hero awkwardly patted their back, not quite sure how to respond.

When Supervillain set them down and drew back, they had tears in their eyes. Hero had never seen them cry before.

"I'm so glad to see you! T-they wouldn't tell me where you were or what happened, they just threw me in here and there's been little lights and sounds going off the whole time, I'm so scared-"

"Hey, it's okay." Instinct kicking in, Hero caught hold of their wrists. "They're not going to hurt you, and I'm safe."

Supervillain hugged them once again, this time flopping down on top of them rather than lifting them up. Hero managed to hold them up, holding them tightly. Hero could feel and hear them sobbing against their shoulder.

Well, it seemed Supervillain's story about being terrified of being captured by hero agencies was true.

Or was it? Was this another manipulation tactic? Or was this even happening? Had Hero been hypnotized into seeing it all like this? How could they know what was real?

There was a small bench against one wall across from the glass, and Hero slowly tugged Supervillain over to it, sitting them both down. Supervillain still clung tightly to them, and Hero eventually cleared their throat.

"Supervillain, I um... I want to talk to you."

That got their partner to relinquish their hold, sitting back and wiping their eyes. "Yes? S-sorry, that was-"

"No, no it's okay." Hero took their hands once more. They took a deep breath, nervous to continue. What would Supervillain do once they found out Hero knew? "It's just... the hero agency said they'd... discovered something about you."

"What?" Supervillain sniffed. Their eyes were wet, and they held Hero's hands tighter.

"That you- you have-" it wasn't too late to turn back. They could figure out a different way to get information from Supervillain, they didn't have to put themself in danger-

They blurted out the word before they could completely chicken out. "-powers."

"Oh." Supervillain swallowed. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Confirmation. Confirmation that made Hero's heart stop.

They forced themself to continue. Supervillain didn't look angry yet, more just... scared. "They told me what those powers were."

"Oh." Supervillain said again. They pulled away from Hero, sitting at the far end of the small bench, staring at their hands in their lap.

Hero leaned forward a little, trying to watch their expression. "Have you ever... have you ever used them on me?"

The tiniest of nods.

Hero watched as Supervillain squeezed their eyes shut, fresh tears running down their face.

Hero sat back, stunned.

Outside the cell, on the other side of the glass, Superhero frowned. The room was full of heroes, watching as Hero leaned back, looking numb, and Supervillain wiped feebly at the tears on their face.

"Yes, but how do they use their powers?" Other Hero asked from right next to Superhero, folding their arms. "Come on, Hero! We don't have all night for this!"

"Hold on," Superhero glanced at them. "Give them a minute. This is hard."

They watched as Supervillain suddenly drew close to Hero, putting a hand on the side of their face and leaning down next to them. Their voice came in slightly fuzzy from the speaker situated next to the glass. "But- but I never did anything to hurt you!" They exclaimed, their other hand resting on Hero's chest. "I-I promise, I only ever used it in your best interest!"

At first, it looked like Hero moved to throw them off, but they hesitated moments before doing so. Instead they looked up at Supervillain, still looking like they were processing the information.

Supervillain, after realizing that Hero wasn't going to shove them away, relaxed slightly. Their movements became a little less desperate, a little more controlled as they continued.

"Believe me, I only ever did it to help," they said quietly to Hero. "I only ever wanted you to trust me, and to take care of yourself. I never- I never did it to force you into things."

Other Hero scoffed, rolling their eyes. "Likely story."

Superhero had to agree, but from what it looked like, Hero still looked torn. However, they leaned into Supervillain's hands. "Okay," they whispered. "I believe you had good intentions."

Other Hero threw their hands in the air. "How are they buying this?!"

But Superhero squinted.

Supervillain had done this exact same thing to them only earlier that evening. Stood real close, their hands on their face, gazing into their eyes while quietly convincing Superhero to stay put. Phrasing their words specifically as commands.

Superhero recalled how they'd felt then, rooted to the spot and only able to focus on what Supervillain was saying.

It was something Superhero was used to. Something Supervillain had done many times during their relationship.

"That's it!" They exclaimed, pointing at the glass. From next to them, Other Hero jumped in surprise at the sudden outburst. "That's it, that's their power! Get Hero out!"

One of the heroes at the control panels surrounding them pressed a button, and immediately an alarm went off in the cell. Supervillain and Hero started up, and Superhero noted how especially confused Hero was.

Another team of heroes burst into the cell, hauling Hero to their feet and dragging them out. Supervillain moved to intervene, but they were quickly hindered by the heroes that grabbed onto them, restraining them until Hero left the room.

Superhero rushed out into the hall, watching as Hero was placed on their feet by the heroes who had dragged them out. "What- what's going on?" They asked Superhero. "Why'd you stop it? It was going well!"

Superhero let out a breath. "They were trying to hypnotize you into believing them." They stepped closer to Hero, trying to be comforting. "That was something that they do a lot, right? Get close and hold your face and talk low?"

"Yes," Hero frowned as they thought. "I- They do that all the time. You're saying- that's when the use their powers on me?"

"I think so," Superhero said softly.

Hero blinked, taking a deep breath. "O-oh."

"Sorry, Hero." Other Hero told them gently.

Hero didn't seem to hear them, and Superhero nodded at the heroes surrounding them, giving a silent dismissal. Hero needed a moment of space to process this.

The heroes left, leaving just Hero, Superhero and Other Hero standing in the hall. Other Hero reached out to pat Hero's shoulder, before disappearing back into the control room.

"Did- did they do that to you, too?" Hero asked quietly. "When they were with you?"

Superhero nodded. "I suppose I didn't realize it- but I guess that was on purpose, wasn't it? To keep us from getting suspicious."

Hero swallowed, and then laughed dryly. A laughter filled with pain. "Well, even with their powers they still couldn't keep everyone from leaving, couldn't they?"

"They couldn't." Superhero said with a smile. "Which means you're stronger than them, right?"

"But I fell for it!" Hero looked up at them, their eyes red. "I fell for it. I got mad at you when you tried to warn me away, away from not just their power but from them- but you were right. I was wrong. I shouldn't have stuck with them!"

"You would've figured it out eventually." Superhero said supportingly.

Hero slowly nodded, wiping at their eyes. "Thanks, Superhero. I'm sorry I was so cold to you."

"It's okay. I understand."

They were cut off when the control room door opened, and Other Hero leaned out. "Sorry to interrupt, but... Supervillain really wants to see Hero."

"They can wait," Superhero said sternly. Couldn't Other Hero read the situation? Now wasn't the time!

"Okay, but they've got everyone in here wondering if it's possible to break the glass..." Other Hero moved to duck back inside.

"What do you mean?" Hero asked, taking a step forward.

"Hero, you don't have to-"

But Hero cut Superhero off. "Are they trying to break it?"

"Yes, and they won't stop yelling. We had to turn the intercom off already, we were afraid they were going to break the speakers."

Hero moved past Superhero to follow Other Hero inside with Superhero frowning and following them, shutting the door behind the three. Sure enough, Supervillain was alternating pounding on the glass and ramming their shoulder against it, all the while their mouth moving in the telltale movements of shouting.

"Turn the speakers back on," Superhero instructed.

One of the heroes at the controls sighed, flipped the switch, and quickly covered their ears.

"-ng them back in here! Let me talk to them! I refuse to cooperate until I give them the whole story- you can't just let them live with half of it and have them hate me forever! Let me talk to Hero!"

Hero sighed. "Can you tell them I'm listening?"

Superhero stepped over. "Hero-"

"No, I want to hear them out. They can't hypnotize me from here, so I know what they're saying is real." Hero stared at their distraught partner, face filled with determination. "Let me here them out."

Superhero swallowed, then relented.