#trying to get back to business as usual w this blog

[nom-central]

send asks, feeling bleh and looking for a distraction

[jj-one]

SALTY & SWEET 🥣

pairing: established relationship, nerdy bf!dom!Jungkook x gf!reader, jk is around 21/22 in this genre/tags: smut, (some) fluff, angst, degradation, praise kink, oral (m receiving), facef*cking, food play, c*m play, c*m eating, use of word daddy (once) words: 981

**old repost from my deleted blog

Oh you sad, sad little thing… always finding yourself in these compromising situations. The whole morning went as normal with Jungkook, he was super nice to you and smothered you with lots of loving kisses! But once he arrived back home from classes his entire mood shifted completely.

“Get on your knees, wanna use that pretty little mouth of yours right now.” Jungkook was hovering over you as you sat down.

You were just minding your business on the couch eating a bowl of strawberries when he said that to you.

“W-what?” Your eyes bug out of your head like a deer in headlights.

“Did I stutter? On your knees NOW!” His voice becomes more stern.

You squirm to get up, not wanting to waste another minute incase he gets angrier. Your body feels shaky from his intimidating persona, he usually comes off as sweet and caring but when he’s mad he becomes almost sadistic.

It didn’t take long for him to end up down your throat. All 7 inches of him being taken by you. You kept choking and gagging but the more you did it the more Jungkook would just keep pushing your head back down. His fingers latching onto your hair and thrusting his hips harder to get more of his cock deeper in your throat.

“C’mon, you can take it like the little pathetic slut you are. You’re my precious little pup right?”

His words made you so fucking wet for him.

You wanted to please him in the best way you could. Bobbing your head back and forth, his spit combined with your saliva all over your face. Jungkook likes it messy though, he also loves shooting his load out on your face after a long day. You acted like nothing but a toy for him to use, just a fuckdoll he can manipulate and dump all his cum into when he’s frustrated.

His glasses were sliding down to his nose as he keeps lowering his head to get a finer view of you. Your fucked out face was so angelic to him, so divine… you looked the most beautiful when you had Jungkook’s cock buried in your mouth.

“There atta-girl… such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” The way he talks to you will be your true weakness.

You had to prove your love to him. Your devotion. You wanted his cum as a reward so you had to work hard for it and push through the pain. You try humming to loosen up your vocal cords and take him better, the vibrations sent chills up his spine and he almost lost his balance for a second. Feeling the way he throbbed and twitched on your tongue made you moan against his shaft.

“Fuck yeah… good girl my good little fucking princess…”

You kept letting him throatfuck you and the tears came rolling down now. He loved seeing you become a crying fucked out mess for him, it filled his heart with the utmost joy.

“Aww.. my darling’s getting teary eyed, can’t take all of it huh??”

Your jaw hurts so bad but you can’t stop now, you have only one goal to achieve and that was to make your boyfriend cum all over your pretty face. His cock slammed into your uvula and you made a loud gagging noise, he would just grin and keep pushing hisself in you relentlessly. He laughed at your misery, the way your knees buckled and quivered while being under him.

He wouldn’t be laughing for too much longer though, one more thrust to the back of your throat would leave him nearly unable to talk. His body felt paralyzed. Eyes were violently rolling to the back of his head as he feels his release approaching. He jerks his hips back and quickly pulls out of your mouth. He doesn’t bring his cock to your face though, instead his attention is drawn to the bowl of strawberries you were eating from earlier.

He stands in front of it on the couch and viciously strokes his cock, large white ropes of cum come trickling down onto the fresh strawberries. Once he finishes he looks back at you now with an evil grin.

“Get on all fours for me doll.” He instructs you.

You do as you’re told, getting on your hands and knees, crawling your way towards him. He takes ones of the strawberries— that are now all coated with his hot delicious cum and brings it to your lips.

“Open wide.”

You open your mouth and he plops the strawberry in, you immediately close your mouth to start chewing. The strawberry was so sweet and juicy while Jungkook’s cum was warm and salty, this might be the perfect combination you’ve ever tried.

“Taste’s good right princess?”

You nod your head and finally speak “Yes, so yummy daddy, want to eat more!”

“Then go ahead, eat more.”

You dip your face in the bowl of strawberries and eat another one. You can’t get over how good his cum tastes with the savory fruit. He pets the top of your head like you were a kitten, just grinning at the sight of you eagerly eating his cum.

“Such a naughty little girl… you really are a huge slut.” He degrades you more, wrapping his hand around your neck as he lifts you from being on all fours.

You’re back on your knees again facing him while he kept a tight grip on you. The way this man had you so down bad for him, you were willing to let him do absolutely anything to satisfy his needs. Your body couldn’t stop trembling under his touch, he had you perfectly the way he wanted.

“Still look so pretty, even after sucking off my cock..” his hold on you was only getting tighter at this point.

“So obedient for me, always.”

[bakuliwrites]

MC Regaining Little Memories From Objects Associate w/ M6

Hi everyone! Here is another one of my headcanons from my old blog. I think this one was a request I had gotten and I really enjoyed writing this one. It was a lot of fun to try to think up some meaningful objects and scenarios. Over time, I've been trying to post some of my old headcanons on to this blog, but I do have a lot of them up on my AO3, if you are curious!

You and Asra are tidying up the shop one day when you stumble upon a broom closet in the back that you've never noticed. Curious, you attempt to turn the door handle and fortuitously discover that it is unlocked.

The room is tiny, only big enough for you and the other objects inside. There are a few random boxes of trinkets and old ingredients, but what really catches your attention is the dress in the far corner, worn by a slightly eerie, faceless mannequin.

The dress is floaty, billowing. Your fingers find the sleeves, the thin tulle delicate in your careful grasp. Even in the darkness of the closet, the dress seems to sparkle, the crystals bedazzling the neckline dancing jovially in the lamplight just outside. You've been so enamored with the dress, you hardly notice Asra's presence in the doorway behind you.

"You look beautiful, like a jellyfish floating in the gentle summer currents. Carefree and lovely," you whisper aloud. The words were familiar to you, but you couldn't quite place who had said them, or when. When you repeat them in your mind, it's Asra's voice that sounds them out. A flash of a grand party, a masquerade perhaps, dances across your vision. When you finally turn to greet Asra, you see he has tears in his eyes, reserved but joyful. He draws you into a warm embrace and something just clicks in your brain. Finally, you remember Asra and all he meant to you.

You're quietly reading one afternoon when Nadia enters the room and asks if she might play the organ for a bit. "If I'm bothering you, just say the word!" she offers, but you simply smile. You loved listening to her play, and you didn't get to hear it very often since she was usually busy.

Nadia's fingers begin skillfully dancing across the keys. She's merely warming up at first, which you still take delight in. Her talent shines through even in her simple practice exercises. The notes start to fade in the background as you settle back into your novel, finding yourself fully engrossed. Until you're suddenly drawn out of your concentration by the beginning of a song.

This song is different, though. Something about it is oddly familiar. Bittersweet, like a lost memory. The music swells, lilting and sprightly, before quieting into a melancholy hum. You suddenly find yourself overwhelmed with emotion, though you can't really place why. This music, it echoes through your mind like it once echoed through the halls of the palace, in a time you thought you'd long forgotten.

When Nadia finishes, she looks over to see you quickly wiping tears from your eyes. She opens her mouth to ask what's wrong, but you hush her with a smile. "It's been such a long time since you've played that for me," you whisper. Nadia beams knowingly, before setting off again to play for you like she used to all those years ago.

Back at Mazelinka's, you and Julian are rifling through stacks of his old papers, ones that you'd managed to pilfer from the palace. You've found nothing of any real use so far, but you have confidence that you might stumble across something.

While Julian is frantically scanning page after page, you find yourself growing still, fixating on just one of them. The edges are yellowed, frayed from water damage. But the handwriting is still legible (well, as legible as Julian's messy handwriting could possibly be). The script doesn't say anything important. It appears to just be a general note about the status of some test he was running, but it's what is written in the margins that catches your eye.

It's your handwriting, littered amongst tiny drawings of what you at first think are worms. But upon closer inspection, you see that you apparently had written, "Watch out! Getting bitten by a leech really sucks." You roll your eyes at how terrible that pun is, wondering what possessed you to write it in the first place, if that really was your handwriting. You grab some ink and a quill from your bag and start to scribble next to the writing. It's a dead ringer for your script.

You feel some happy tears sting your eyes, but when Julian asks you what's wrong, you break out into a wide smile. "You and your accursed leeches!" you exclaim, before bursting into laughter. He looks at you, a bit confused at first, before breaking down into giggles himself. Finally, he thinks, something you both remember.

You're enjoying a quiet afternoon at Portia's cottage, basking in the sunlight and sipping some tea. Portia is baking something delicious, her dress covered in flour. You offered to help, but she insists you relax. You've been hard at work these past few weeks and deserve a break.

While you're admiring a monarch butterfly that regally flits past the open window, you're hit by a sudden, strange feeling. A familiar scent wafts through the room, warm and sweet. You're practically salivating at the delightful smell. You look across the room to see Portia pulling out a light-golden cake from the oven. After she lets it cool, she brings it to the table and starts to slice into it.

Portia hands you a generous piece and offers to refresh your tea. As she's filling up your cup again, you dig into the freshly baked treat. As soon as it hits your tongue, you can taste the honey and the vanilla, comforting and cozy. It tastes like spring, like a bright memory.

You look up at Portia as she sets your tea down in front of you, your eyes full of wonder. "This is one of my favorites. How did you know?" you venture, but you already know the answer. She smiles cheekily at you. "Call it intuition," she winks. All you can do is smile, overjoyed that you reclaimed your memory of Portia's divine baking skills.

You enter Muriel's hut, soaking wet and seeking shelter from the sudden storm that raged outside. He quickly directs you to the warmth of his fireplace and gives you some dry clothes. They're much too big on you, but they'll do for now, while you wait for your own outfit to dry. Muriel exits the hut for a moment, just to bring the chickens into their shelter. As your eyes roam the room, they settle on an ornately carved mask sitting on the mantelpiece.

You rise, reaching up to grab the mask. It's beautiful, but something about it seems- familiar to you. Maybe it's pure coincidence that it resembles the animal you consider your familiar. Or maybe, there's a deeper meaning to it. It had clearly been carved with the utmost precision and care. Its colors were striking, but not gaudy. It was breathtaking.

As you turn it over in your hands, you notice some protection runes carved into the inside, just beneath the eye holes. It's like the sun suddenly broke through the storm clouds. Memories come flooding back to you. Masquerades, multiple masquerades. Asra is there, Muriel is- here, at the hut. Carving this mask, just for you.

Muriel returns, soaked now, as well. You whirl around to greet his hulking form, your brows furrowed with an emotion you can't quite place. He notices the mask in your hands and blushes a deep red, looking sheepishly away. You can't help but beam at this. "Thank you for holding onto this for me," you finally speak. He grunts a, "You're welcome," but you notice that he, too, is softly smiling.

You're sorting through a box of jewelry that Lucio's provided to you, attempting to find one that might go with your outfit. They're all his jewelry pieces, so most of them are a bit garish for your taste. But you need to select something if you're going to attend the masquerade with him that night. You pick past heavily bejeweled, oversized designer pieces, until your fingers clasp around a necklace that you could've sworn you've seen before.

The necklace is delicate, gold and studded with tiny diamonds and milky-white pearls. You hold it up against the lamplight and it glitters luminously. This is it. This is the necklace. Not only does it match your outfit's color scheme, but there's something about it that feels like it is fatefully yours.

"Are you almost ready?" Lucio whines, impatient and eager to get to the festivities. He freezes dead in his tracks when he sees what you're holding up. A blush creeps across his cheeks and he looks away, embarrassed. "Will you help me put this on?" you implore. After a moment, he hesitantly nods. He gently takes the necklace from you and unclasps it. Lucio takes his place behind you and you watch in the mirror as he draws it around your neck and fumbles with the clasp.

As he secures it to you, you're hit with a vision: someone coming up behind you at a masquerade, years ago. Deftly, they fasten the necklace around your neck. When you turn around to see who it could possibly be, you're greeted by an enigmatic figure, done up in golds and reds. Their impish smile and silver eyes are the only things visible behind their ostentatious mask. They bend down to place a kiss on the back of your hand before disappearing once again into the crowd. In the present moment, you whirl around to meet Lucio's eyes, eyes that are familiar from that masquerade so long ago.

[yootaesowlwrites]

While I Was Gone? - Rowoon / Kim Seokwoo

W/C: 3.5K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” + “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, pet/nicknames, nudism, nipple sucking, nipple licking, clit stimulation, fingering, use of panties, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), slow sex, aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You were laying in bed, getting ready to call it a day, when your phone rang. You felt your body straight and your eyes light up when you saw his name flash across the screen. Not only that, but you didn’t expect a call from him tonight, he had told you he was busy with a late-night scene and that he might not call, and usually when he said that, you knew you would only hear from him in the morning.

“I miss you,” He says through the phone, you could hear the longing in his voice as he said the words, and it made your heart ache. But you knew you just had to be a little patient, and soon he would be home with you.

“I miss you too,” You whisper. You could hear the background noise was slightly different from the usual loud talking, but you didn’t think much about it, they were probably in a quieter location for the scene they were doing.

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me,” He says. His words caught you off guard, but you could still feel a stir in your core. You would have to touch yourself after the phone call to try and put out the fire he had just ignited inside you. “And I will do all of those things, the diner and dancing will be second on my list,” His words make you furrow your brows.

“Seokwoo?” You ask. You could hear the background noise change to a quieter one, and then him walking before hearing a few buttons being pressed, you were so focused on listening to his movements through the phone, you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings.

“But first… Answer me this…” He begins. You sit upright on the bed, your legs spreading as you do. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” And that’s when you hear a door being closed. You slowly move your eyes towards the bedroom door and try to listen for any other kind of noise. “Well…” You see a shadow underneath the door before it opens to reveal him standing there with the phone to his ear. “Did you?” You drop your phone and look at him, shocked.

“Woo…” You whisper. You watch as he pulls the phone away from his ear and ends the call. “Ho-how, when?” You quickly scramble to get off the bed and practically leap towards him. You throw your arms around him and bury your face into his chest, his warmth immediately surrounds you along with the familiar scent of him. “Gosh, Seokwoo, I missed you so much…” His hands gently press against your lower back to hold you against him.

“And I missed you so much,” He mutters. “We finished earlier than expected, and we have the day off tomorrow from filming,” You couldn’t help but smile at those words, you had him for an entire night to yourself. You feel him slowly begin to walk you backwards towards the bed. “You never answered my question,” You lift your head from his chest and look up at him, his eyes were slightly darkened, and you could feel your insides dropping at the sight. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” You swallow and slowly nod your head. “Naughty girl…” You push your thighs together at his words, and a small whimper leaves your lips. You feel his hands slip into your pyjama shorts and cup your asscheeks before giving them a squeeze. “I should make sure you haven’t forgotten how my fingers feel then.”

“I could never, but I won’t object to you reminding me,” You say. You move your hands to his biceps and gently squeeze down on them, and felt them bulge as he squeezes your ass again. His hands slide out from your pyjama shorts and move to the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting the fabric upwards. You could feel his knuckles brushing along your skin as his hands slide higher with your shirt. You release his biceps and lift your arms, allowing him to remove your shirt, the fabric drops to the floor next to you, and he leans down to press his lips against your neck. “I missed this, I missed feeling your lips on me like this…” You bring one hand to the back of his neck and slowly slide your fingers into his hair.

“I’m going to show you and make you feel just how much I missed you,” He mutters against your collarbone. His hands move over your sides, making sure to touch almost every part of you before they move over your stomach and up to your chest before cupping your breasts and gently massage his fingers into them.

“Hmm, I can’t wait,” You whisper as you move your other hand to his button-up shirt and begin working on undoing them. You could feel your body slowly heating up from his touches and the kisses on your collarbone. You push his shirt down his shoulders once all the buttons are undone. “Gosh… I missed all of you, this warmth you give…” You slide your hands along his arms before moving them over his chest, feeling the warmth underneath your touch.

“I missed your hands,” He mumbles. Your lips press against his chest, and you slowly kiss towards his nipple, he takes in a deep shuddering breath as you swipe your tongue over the bud, making you smirk at the reaction. You lick over his nipple again, and he pulls his head back from your collarbone to take a few seconds to let the feeling of your tongue on him sink in. “I missed that too.”

“I missed the taste of you,” You say before your lips wrap around his nipple. He closes his eyes and his movements on your chest come to a halt as he wanted to feel what you were doing to him for a moment. Your nose was pressed against his chest and he could feel your warm breathing against his skin, your tongue playing with his nipple as you were sucking on it, it quickly sent a shockwave down to his cock and caused it to begin hardening. Your hands slide down to his pants and slowly undo the button before pulling down his fly.

“Ohh, you’re distracting me,” He says before opening his eyes. His hands move away from your breasts and press down against your shoulders, making you pull away from his nipple and sit down on the bed. You stare up at him as you lick your lips, he could see your eyes have darkened and lust was swimming around in them. “Fuck, so irresistible,” He leans down and presses his lips against yours, you feel his hands grip your hips before he moves you higher onto the bed. You bend your knees immediately and place your feet on the mattress. Your hand moves into his hair as he breaks the kiss and moves downward, your fingers twist into his locks, and you take in a deep breath as you felt his hot breath fanning against your nipple.

“Woo…” You breathe out. His nose brushes against your nipple before his lips press against it. “Oh hmm,” His lips wrap around the bud, and you felt warmth quickly surrounding the bud, the feeling quickly moves down to your core, and you felt your pussy growing wet. You feel one of his hands sliding over your stomach and slip over your pyjama shorts before cupping you through the fabric of your shorts and panties and pressing his fingers down against your folds. “Fuck…” Your lids flutter as you feel his fingers rub over your folds, pushing your clothes harder against your pussy. “Seokwoo…” Your other hand moves to his shoulder and slide down his arm, pausing once you reach his elbow.

You could feel his muscles bulging as his fingers were working between your legs, pushing your pants and panties between your folds until his fingers found your clit, which caused your back to arch as the rough fabric rubbed against the bundle of nerves. Your fingers dig into his arm while your hand in his hair, softly tug on his locks.

“Woo, fuck…” You breathe out. You could feel the temperature rising in the room and sweat building up on your skin, your breathing was becoming deeper, and you could feel yourself quickly growing wetter with his fingers on your clit. “Shit… I… Take it off,” He pulls back from your nipple, and you feel his saliva break off onto your hot skin and begin to cool down.

“Should I?” He mutters. You feel him pull his fingers away from your pussy before you felt him pull your pyjama shorts aside. “How about I just use your panties?” You feel a knot forming inside you. His fingers press down against your panties again, and he lets out a low hum once he felt how wet you had already grown. “Let me ruin these further,” He moves his head to your other breast and licks a stripe over your nipple.

“Ohh, oh, fuck,” You moan. His fingers circle over your clit before he slowly moves them lower, pushing the fabric between your folds and causing it to rub against your clit, which was adding to the stimulation. “Fuuuck, Seokwooo,” His fingers reach your slit, and you feel him push down against it, your toes curl into the bedding as you feel your panties being pushed inside you along with his fingers. “Seokwoo, oh, my fuckk, Seokwoo…”

“Feels good?” He mutters. His breath hits your wet nipple, and you feel the bud harden instantly. “Want more?” Your jaw slacks and you feel him lick over your nipple again, the warmth of it quickly spreads over your body and into the knot of tension forming inside you. “Or do you want them off also?” You could feel your panties rubbing over your clit as he was pushing his fingers deeper into you.

“N-no, fuck, Seokwoo, I…” You whimper out. “Don’t…” You feel his fingers curl slightly inside you, rubbing your walls with the fabric of your panties, which was quickly making your mind spin. “Feels… so good,” You could feel a tingling sensation slowly starting to move up your legs and towards the middle where the knot of pleasure was slowly building up.

“Can you take a little more?” He asks. You feel another finger pushing at your entrance before you felt your walls being stretched. You push your knees against his body as you try to squeeze your legs shut at the pleasurable sensation running through you, your panties were being pushing more into you as his fingers were sliding deeper into you. “Fuck… such a good girl,” You feel his lips wrap around your nipple, and he begins sucking on the bud.

“Seokwoo, oh, my fucking…” You cry out, feeling tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. You could feel yourself getting closer to a release and your mind slipping further into the blissful feeling. “Seokwoo… I’m…” You feel him pull his fingers from you slowly before pushing them back into you, your legs jolt as you feel your panties rubbing your clit with the motion. “Oh, fucking…” His fingers slowly pump in and out of you, making sure that your panties were rubbing right against your throbbing clit in such a slow manner. “Fu-fuck…” You could hear the wet sounds coming from you, and just knew that your panties must be completely and totally soaked.

He gently tugs at your nipple, making it feel like he was tugging right at the ball of tension inside you, the warmth of his mouth and the way his tongue was swirling around your nipple was making your mind spin, and your breathing to become louder, you could feel the bedding sticking to your sweat-soaked skin already.

“Seokwoo, fucking…” You moan out. You close your eyes and see stars slowly forming behind your lids. “Seeeokkkwoooo,” You felt your muscles tensing and tightening, a tingling sensation shoots up your spine before the stars behind your lids suddenly explode, your back arches off the bed, and you feel a hot pleasure surging through you. “SEOKWOO!” He could feel your walls becoming slicker as you come undone around his fingers and your panties. “OH, OH, MY!” You release his elbow and grab onto the bedding, tugging and pulling on it. “FUCK!” Your hips lift and lower from the bed, as if you were riding his fingers to get yourself through your high.

“SEOKWOO!” You scream out in pleasure. He pulls back from your nipple and watches your face as you go through pleasure. “OH, UHH HMM,” Your head turns from side to side as your body shakes.

“That’s it, just like that,” He coos, urging you through your high. His fingers were pumping in and out of you faster. Your legs shake each time your panties rubbed over your clit, which was throbbing from the stimulation your panties were giving you. He watches carefully, paying attention to your movements, and once your body begins to calm down, he slips his fingers from you and moves his hands to grip the waistband of your pyjama shorts and panties.

You were barely aware of what was happening around you with how dizzy your mind was from the orgasm you just had, and you barely felt him remove your pyjama shorts and panties, you only realised when you felt your panties being pulled away from your clit, which caused a whine to fall from your lips.

“So cute,” He mutters while tossing the clothing items aside. You slowly begin to come down from your high and felt the bed moving as he was busy getting rid of his own pants and underwear. “You didn’t forget how my cock feels, right?” You open your eyes and watch him through a hazy expression.

“Remind me again…” You say as a smirk grows on your lips. You feel his cock brush against your folds before you felt him push it between your folds, nestling it there as he leans over you and presses his free hand into the mattress. “Fucking, fuck,” Just feeling his hard cock nestled between your folds and the warmth it was giving you was making your mind spin and your insides to twists.

“So warm,” He says. You hear a squelching sound as he moves his cock towards your entrance and pushes the tip into you, your back arches as you feel him slowly fill and stretch your walls, and the squelching sound of your wetness quickly fills the room. “Fuuuck, uhh, hmm,” His groans were low and close to your ear.

“Ohh, uhmm, Woo…” You moan. Your grip on his hair tightens as he pushes into you until he was fully buried inside you. “Fuck…” Both of you breathed in loudly, the euphoric feeling swirling in your mind and the feeling of his cock inside you, stretching you so deliciously. You feel his hand that was holding his cock before he had pushed into you grab onto your free hand and push it into the bed.

“I missed you, I missed this, I missed everything…” He mumbles. You could feel his hot breath brush against your ear as he spoke, which caused your walls to clench around him. “Fuck,” You feel his cock slowly slide out from you, stopping when it was past halfway before slowly pushing back into you again.

“Fuuuck,” You moan as you wrap your legs around his waist and felt his cock shifting inside you. His pace was slow, just slow enough for you both to feel the blissful feeling coursing through you. The sound of your moans and his groans bounce off the walls, and when he lifts his head to meet your eyes, it was like time slowed down and the moment grew more intense. “I missed you so much…” Your emotions felt like they were starting to overflow while at the same time, your mind felt empty from all thoughts and only could think of the pleasure you were feeling.

“Uhm…” He grunts. It felt like everything surrounding you had become a blur and that you were floating as he was making slow love to you. “So good… everything,” You could feel a warmth slowly spreading through your body and a tingling sensation going up your spine. “Keep doing that… and I’m gonna…” Your walls were squeezing around him with every other thrust, and he could feel his balls starting to tighten.

“You cause that,” You whisper. You felt his movements picking up, and you were quickly made aware of your high that had been building up. “You cause it all,” You squeeze his hand and tug at his hair. Your heels press down against his lower back as you feel a rush of pleasure coursing through your legs. “Fuck…” You could feel your walls pulsing around him more rapidly as you were getting closer to your high. “Seokwoo…”

“Let it go…” He whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, your eyes shut immediately, and you felt a rush of pleasure going through you as the knot inside you comes undone. He felt your walls squeeze hard around his cock, and it felt like he was going to explode any moment, but continued going, wanting to get you through your high while now chasing his own release. His lips felt warm against yours as they move with yours, and you could practically taste his love for you through that kiss.

His hips stutter as he gets closer and closer, he grunts into your mouth and moments later you feel his release spill into you, filling your hole with his load. He pulls away from the kiss and moves his head to the crook of your neck, your body shakes along with his as you go through your highs together.

“Fuck, so good, uhmm uhh,” He moans out. His lips were brushing against your neck as he spoke, it felt like his mind was spinning from how good he was feeling. Your mind was in the clouds and your body felt light as it felt like it was floating for a moment.

“Seokwoo…” You whisper. Your grip slowly loosens on his hair before you drop it down onto the bed and scratch at the bedding, his movements slow down before he pushes his hips against you completely. Silence quickly fills the room, aside for the sound of you both breathing loudly as you try to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. “What a way to say I miss you…” He lifts his head as a soft chuckle leaves him.

“Isn’t it the best way, though?” He asks. His forehead touches yours, and you gaze into each other's eyes once more. “Because I can’t find a better way to say it to you,” You warmly smile at him and squeeze his hand again. “Now… let’s get cleaned up,” You tilt your head slightly and press your lips against his before he could pull back. “Hmm… you’re distracting,” He says once he breaks the kiss and sits back on his knees.

“Not that you mind,” You say. You swallow as you feel his cock slipping from you and your mixed releases spilling from you even more. He squeezes your thigh before getting up from the bed.

“Not one bit,” He confirms. You sit upright and move yourself to the edge of the bed, your body felt like jelly as you were sitting. “Let me help you,” He wraps an arm around your middle and you both slowly stood from the bed and make your way to the bathroom. He carefully has you sit on the toilet seat before grabbing the wash cloth.

“And how are your legs not shaking and collapsing beneath you?” You ask. He wets the cloth before ringing it out and making his way towards you.

“Oh, trust me… They want to so badly,” He says, and slowly bends down in front of you. The warm cloth makes contact with your skin, and you couldn’t help but hum at the feeling. “But I’m trying my best here,” He carefully cleans the inside of your legs before you felt the warm cloth move between your legs. “It feels like I’m going to be on my knees in front of you any second now,” You chuckle as you watch him carefully, making sure he wouldn’t fall forward.

“My turn,” You say once he finished cleaning you. You watch him stand upright and move back to the sink to rinse the cloth, you stand from the toilet and make your way towards him and take the cloth from his hands. “And then we can just go and get in bed and cuddle,” You begin cleaning his thighs carefully.

“Oh, how I missed holding you,” He says. “Having you against me…” You smile as you listen to him talk. “How you fit so perfectly into my arms,” You clean his cock before turning towards the sink to rinse the cloth. “Let’s go,” He takes your hand once you hang the cloth to dry and pulls you out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

“Eager,” You say. “Can’t blame you, I’m eager to feel you against me again for a night.”

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 27: roleplay w/ jeongin

⤷ warnings: doctor x patient roleplay but jeongin is actually a doctor, oral (f), jerking off though not descriptive, cum eating.

⤷ word count: 1k

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Your boyfriend was a doctor, you barely saw him unless you went straight to his office. And that's what you usually did. If he wasn't doing procedures, he was filing paper or on break. Perfect time for your to stop by if you're free.

You always bring him a lunch or something of the sort when you're not busy with work. Texting him before stopping by.

Today you went up there unannounced, you had an important project due soon and wanted to spend time with your boyfriend before things get hectic.

You walk in with a bag asking the receptionist who had seen you too many times that she knows your name by now.

"Hi" you smile, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Hello Ms, he's not too busy he should be in his office in about 10 minutes."

You whisper a thank you, trying to catch him before he has to get back to work.

You step into his office, which was cluttered with many paper of diagnosis or reports.

You look at one of the reports out of curiosity, wondering what in the world that word could possibly mean.

You hear the door crack open causing you to turn around, the corners of your lips going up turned.

"You're here quite early? What's the problem?" He jokes as he settled down his papers. Creating an even bigger mess.

You go back to the original paper you were looking at.

"Hey, what does this mean?" You pick up the paper trying to face jeongin but he wraps his hands around your waist instead. Laying his chin on your shoulder.

"Which word?" You feel him press his hips into your backside but you try to ignore it and answer his question.

You point towards the word not bothering to try and sound it out.

"Costochondritis? It's inflammation,sweetie" he pauses, hands traveling upwards towards your breasts "it's serious, if you do not get it treated. Though, I find this completely irrelevant right now."

"I-innie, we're in public. What if someone walks in?" He presses his hands towards your forehead, pressing the palm and the backside of his hand on there.

"You're quite hot, too hot for my liking. Are you sick by any chance?"

You wanted to punch him, you guys are in his office that has the thinnest walls known to man. You felt like you were burning up, only because of him pressing his hips against you.

"'im not sick, innie please." Your fingers grip the end of the table, looking anywhere for you to go.

You see a couch, turning around you push him off of you before booking it. It's not like you didn't want him, of course you did. But you were scared of getting caught.

He doesn't react, instead he walks up to you sitting next to you.

"You have to tell me what's wrong with you? Or how am I supposed to treat you?" He takes his stethoscope off, putting it away on the chair.

"Does it hurt?" He presses on the sides of your neck, moving his fingers up and down.

"N-no innie" you felt embarrassed, never having done this type of roleplay with jeongin before but you couldn't help but like it.

"Ah, call me Doctor." He butts in, moving from your neck towards your breasts, resting his hands right over your heart.

"How about here?" Looking at you with such fever, you look at the clock reading 4:55 pm. He had to see someone at 5:30 the clock was ticking and he hasn't even made a move to pleasure you yet. Opting to drag this out longer than he needs to.

"No innie-" he cuts you off once more,

"I recall asking you to call me Doctor, no?"

"Yes." You peer your head to look at him, he was showing no reaction to this besides the boner he got, pressing against his scrubs.

"So why didn't you?"

"Sorry doctor, it doesn't hurt there" you felt as if you were going to die, either from humiliation or from the way he was looking at you.

"Can you show me where it hurts then?"

You take his hands into yours, dragging them to where you need him the most.

You press his hands against your pussy, lightly whining at the feeling

"Here? Why didn't you just say that. Such an easy fix no?"

He gets off, taking off your pants he situates you to sit at the end of the couch.

On his knees, he pushes your panties to the side not bothering to take them off.

He licks up your pussy before going straight to your clit.

He knew you guys didn't have enough time, and he wanted to make you cum quickly.

He takes two of his fingers, shoving them in your hole.

"Innie- slow down, t-too much" you try and close your legs, on instinct but he didn't care lips still attached to your cunt.

"This is what's gonna happen, I'm gonna make you cum, then fuck the shit out of you after this meeting got it?" He sucks on your clit, fingers curling up against your g-spot you wanted to last for him but you don't think you can.

"c-cumming!" You clench down on his fingers, cumming all over his face.

"See good girl." He pulls your pants back up, going over to his desk to grab some paper to clean you off.

"w-what about you?" Instead of answering your question, he shoves his hands in your mouth. You taste his semen on your tongue, licking his fingers clean.

"Does that answer your question?" He wipes your face of sweat before checking the time.

5:25. "I should get going, you can stay or leave it doesn't matter to me. See you later princess" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

You decide to stay, looking up at the ceiling thinking what the fuck did you just do.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I have a theory regarding the affair rumours. This is based on coverage about W+C+H from way back in 2015/16/17/18, from rumours and "tea" dropped in royal forums and blogs and from what the royals have said themselves.

Back in 2015/16 is when Harry and William are said to have been doing some therapy. They may have started before, but this is when it first starts appearing in articles/blogs/rumours. This is when I think they are conceptualizing Heads Together. And william has since said that he was doing therapy for a few years and realizes it's benefits.

Then there were rumours that William and Catherine were also doing, or at some point did, couple's therapy together. Louis wasn't born yet. They had 2 toddlers. They were about to move to London and become full time royals. Heads Together, a mental health initiative, was in the pipeline about to be launched. Catherine's brother was going through his own very serious mental health crisis which hadn't come to a head yet but allegedly the whole family was supporting him with counselling and therapy sessions etc.

So what I'm trying to say is that both Catherine and William were undergoing a huge change and had stressors in their life and also had mental health experts available at hand and understood the importance of talk therapy and mental health interventions. So it's likely and logical that they themselves did take couple's therapy for a while, besides individual therapy as well.

We know William has said as much, and about how helpful he found it. Catherine hasn't spoken about her personal experience but has talked about how helpful it is. So we can probably draw a conclusion here that she did do it too.

Now, to the outsider looking in they are a happy couple. And back then bit many people talked about therapy. So when Meghan came in, Harry probably told her or she found out that the Cambridge couple goes for therapy, and that it was very beneficial to them without knowing the details of it. So, petty that meghan is she draws the conclusion that the stressor on their marriage is that one of them, William had an affair.

She also probably does not understand the living arrangement - having a main home Anmer but also having a London base at KP. Or why William or Catherine frequently go there even when the other isn't there. That's a very specific BRF thing and she wouldn't get it.

Trying to be snarky she probably made a snide remark to Catherine that couples who go for couples therapy usually go if they are on the brink or breaking up, or have had an affair or hate each other. This is a rumour that Deux Moi propagates, that Meghan "told" Catherine William.was having an affair and Catherine got offended (rightly so) saying it's none of her business (IMO Catherine may have meant it's none of Meghan's business why they do therapy).

Now, back in 2018 when the affir rumours forwt started there were some posters on royal blogs providing some inside info. This was mainly to give context about the Will aim+Rose+David dynamic.

Remember, Rose and David are mainly based in Norfolk. Catherine and William had just moved to London, but continued using Anmer as their vacation+holiday+weekend family base. So sometimes, there were situations where either William or Catherine were at Anmer with the kids while the other was at KP.

The two couples also were close, hung out socially and privately, had the same set of friends that they privately hosted all the time.

Now here's some info/rumours about their dynamics-

1. Rose and David were having problems and talked about it with the Cambs. W privately met them/Rose a few times when he was at anmer. During this time Rose's visits to Anmer increased or it seemed so because David was usually away in France.

2. W told Rose/David that marriage counseling helped him and Catherine and they should try it too. W was there as a friend when his friend was going through a hard time and this got spun into a horrible rumour.

3. Rose actually did not like Harry because he was a horrible guest when they invited him. They also preferred hosting couple friends and eventually Harry was dropped from the guest list. Harry holds a grudge and used to say mean things and make jokes about Rose bcz of this. This came from someone who was supposedly a housekeeper for the Chulmondleys.

4. Harry stopped being invited to Anmer as much, even though William would host his male coterie over. Even if Catherine was in London, sometime William would host weekend hunting parties etc. Harry wasn't invited or wouldn't go. Meghan spun this as William is doing something secretive over there and so he doesn't want Harry around.

5. The supposed rift between Catherine and Rose was a nothingburger. Catherine had just moved to London with two toddlers and couldn't be as involved with her Norfolk set. So rose wneti ahead and organized/hosted some society events on her own without Catherine's involvement. This makes perfect sense to me, but the papers spun this as a rivalry.

6. Around 2016/17 when Meghan had essentially moved to London, W+C and their set would have parties or getaways at anmer but Meghan wasn't invited or Harry was never told. Or the plans were never made keeping HnM's availability in mind, so Meghan was jealous. Harry didn't care/notice because he was hardly a part of it before. Meghan spun this as William trying to keep Meghan and Harry from Norfolk/Rose for some sinister reasons. In reality, HnM were busy hobnobbing with the Cotswolds set.

Anyway, this is a long post. So I should cut it short now. But I basically think that Meghan invented the affair rumours as a joke because she found out William and Catherine were doing marriage counseling.

I am aware of the marriage counselling rumors/theory about William and Kate. I don't know that I buy it. No marriage is perfect and I'm sure William and Kate have had their own share of issues but to say they had marriage counselling because they talk about the benefits of therapy is a bit too far for me, knowing how private they are, but you do make some good points.

4. Harry stopped being invited to Anmer as much, even though William would host his male coterie over. -> This one is new to me. I heard a version that it was Rose who had stopped inviting Harry to her parties and events.

It does make sense that William would pull back from Harry too around that same time. I've always felt that the cracks in their relationship were there long before Meghan came around.

[wifeyifey]

Hey, just found your blog can I get a uhhhh Crosshairs x plus-sized!reader who isn't very confident abt how they look? He's been teasing them lately and didn't know how much it affected them (yay for repressed emotions (sarcasm)) until he notices that they've stopped joking/teasing him back and have gone weirdly quiet, please?

Hello! So it didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped, but I took a nap and rewrote a whole new scenario that goes to your prompt! I hope you like angst with a cheesy fluffy ending!!

It's a tiny bit tweaked but its so itty bitty tiny bit tweaked.

Crosshairs x plus-size!gn!reader

Bee and Cade had just come back to the safe house after a supply run when they heard Crosshairs and Hound going at it. As per usual, you were sitting on Crosshairs’s shoulder holding on tight to the side of his head with all your might. Bee rolled his eyes, “Another fight. Wonder what it’s about this time?” he said switching through stations. Cade huffed out a chuckle then looked at how desperate and uncomfortable you looked. You were trying to tell Crosshairs to relax, “Shut it, kid. I can handle my own unlike you,” he side-eyed you. You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh, “I know how to handle myself better considering the maturity gap between us you ass. I just don’t like you arguing over something so stupid.” Cade sensed the sudden increase in tension and Bee was about to step in to grab you when Crosshairs grabbed you off his shoulder, “Oh, so now you’re siding with the fat ass? Guess the big ones have to stick together huh?” you were shocked at that and everyone froze when Crosshairs plopped you down on the ground. He wasn’t exactly gentle with it and you landed on your ass roughly. Crosshairs cringed at how you landed then Bee stepped up and pushed him back as he and Hound stood between you two. Cade went to help you up to make sure you were ok. You were on your feet and let out a small, “I’m fine,” before you quickly walked off to inside the crumbling building next to you. “You’re a real asshat you know that?” Hound said, crossing his arms. Crosshairs went quiet for once before he turned into the stingray and drove off. “I’ll go talk to them,” Cade said, going into the building to search for you.

Cade finally found you on the top floor sitting on a window sill looking outside the window. “Hey, you ok?” he asked as he leaned against the wall next to the window. “I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t heard before. Hell, I’ve heard worse. I’ll get over it,” you look at him with a small smile to try and ease his worry. You’ve been friends for years and he knew about your insecurities so he didn’t believe you when you said you were ok. “Yeah, but this isn’t the first time he’s said something. You’ve been giving him too much of a break with that and you need to stop letting him get away with it.” You looked at the ground and sighed, “You’re right. I just care for him a lot and I know he doesn’t know what you know. I don’t think he even noticed that we’ve been becoming more distant.” You couldn’t help the tears from falling, “Usually it's always said jokingly, but today it was definitely different.” Cade sighed as he walked closer and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “It’s not ok even if it’s jokingly said, (N/N). C’mon, I need your help with some of the stuff I got.” 

Eventually Crosshairs came back and you both just pretended like nothing happened. He tried to pull you aside to take you for a ride, but you said you were busy. He came back almost every hour you were with Cade, but you brushed him off every single time. At this point, Crosshairs is feeling a little defeated. You never say no to riding with him. At least, not until lately, but especially not when he asks more than twice. You often cave in on the second ask. The rides you have agreed to in the past few days have been more quiet than normal. It’s almost always filled with you guys flirting and you laughing until you can’t breathe at some dumb joke he said. This time when he would say a joke, you either let out a little laugh or a scoff. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong.

You didn’t want to talk about what happened and you didn’t want to hear what he was gonna say anyways. Cade was right, you needed to stick up for yourself. After a couple more hours of working on stuff with Cade, you got tired and decided to take a break. You were finally feeling better from earlier as you took a little walk to go over the events with Crosshairs lately. You’re having very conflicted feelings about him at the moment because one minute he’s sweet and flirty and the next he’s making snide comments about your appearance. They were half sweet, but also half mean. It’s making you go crazy just trying to figure out to be flattered or insulted. You let out a long sigh. 

There was an abandoned car nearby and you walked over to it and laid down on the hood to look up at the sky. You smiled a little, reminiscing about the drives you used to take with Crosshairs at night and how he would have you perched on one of his legs with one hand resting by your side and a couple fingers wrapped around you softly resting on your stomach and thighs. He used to tell you stories of his life on Cybertron, which you knew was hard for him to do considering it’s gone. You would tell him stories about your life on Earth which was hard because you felt lame at how different your life was from his. He always listened to every word just like you did when listening to him. 

You felt your vision blur and closed your eyes and took deep breaths. You sat up on the hood and cried into your hands. You’ve been holding in the disappointment and hurt from the day and you just couldn’t hold back anymore. You were so heartbroken because you really cared for Crosshairs and you’re thinking how all those little moments with him were just little moments. He can’t possibly reciprocate your feelings when he treated you the way he did today. 

You didn’t hear the car roll up next to you until you heard them transform and look at the ground as they moved to stand in front of you. You sniff and wipe away the tears on your face refusing to look up knowing exactly who it was. You heard Crosshairs sigh as he kneeled down and put his finger under your chin and moved your head to look up at him. He smacked his teeth when your eyes didn’t meet his gaze. “C’mon darlin’. You can’t avoid me forever,” he said softly. You moved your gaze up just to stop at his chin. “Please.” You hesitated to meet his gaze, but he spoke so softly you almost didn’t believe it came from him. You finally locked eyes with the man in front of you. He gave a small smile, “Ah, my favorite eyes in the whole universe.” You rolled your eyes slightly before smiling a little bit. “I’m sorry. For everything. I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t realize how… insensitive I was being to you. You’re the one person on this whole planet that I care for more than anythin’.” He paused to look your face over. “I… love… I love every single thing about you. Your looks, your presence, your brain, your heart, and every little hair on your head. I mean it when I say it. I’m in love with every part of you” You laughed a little at that getting teary-eyed, “Who knew you could be such a smooth talker,” you laughed at his smile dropping at your comment. It came right back though because he missed hearing your laugh. “I’ been told I’m actually quite charming.” You wheezed out another laugh at that. Crosshairs chuckled at that himself, just happy to see your face light up like that again. 

He looked back into your eyes and to the both of you, it seemed your eyes shined brighter. He gently brought his hand up again and rested it under your chin as he brought his head closer to yours. You feel the coolness of his forehead as it touches yours softly. You breathed in deeply as his hand dropped to rest on your side, his hand covering your hip and fingers wrapping around your back. You brought your hands up to the sides of his face, “I love you Cross. Every little bit of you.” Crosshairs hummed happily. “I hope ya know, yer my sparkmate fer the rest of time,” he said as he reluctantly pulled his face from yours, “yer not ever getting rid o’ me, love.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smiled and picked you up before sitting with his back against the car sitting you in his lap with your back against his chest and his hand wrapped around your middle as you both looked up at the stars losing yourselves in conversation.

[hit-song-showdown]

Year-End Poll #24: 1973

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*Turns my chair around so I can sit in it backwards*

So. You were just caught trying to cover up a major break-in into the Democratic National Committee headquarters in order to cement your reelection.

As I alluded to last poll, one major historical event I need to mention is the Watergate scandal. The actual break-in took place the previous year, but the resulting investigations and trials won't start to take place until this year -- after Nixon's reelection. However, there aren't many songs about the incident from this time, or at least not in the charts. Most of the songs protesting Nixon tended to focus on the war.

Speaking of the Vietnam War, 1973 does not mark the end of the war, but it does mark the beginning of the United States' exit. To bring it back to the music, one of the 60's polls included the Monkees' Last Train to Clarksville, a song that wasn't explicitly written about the war, but had the war projected onto it because it's a song about someone leaving home and not knowing when they're coming back. It seems fitting that one of the songs on today's poll is Tony Orlando and Dawn's Tie a Yellow Ribbon[...], a song that wasn't explicitly written about the war, but had the war projected onto it because it's a song about someone coming home and not knowing what his welcome will look like.

Soul music is continuing to have one of its golden ages, with artists like Roberta Flack and Marvin Gaye topping the charts. It's been a while since I talked about Billboard from the business side of things, but the explosion of this genre gives me a good excuse to do so. In 1973, the Billboard chart for R&B songs was changed from "Best Selling Soul Singles" to "Hot Soul Singles". This change may not sound that significant, but it becomes more notable when you see how often this title changes. This article goes more into depth about Billboard's complicated history when it comes to its representation of Black music.

Which reminds me, it's time to start talking about disco. It will reach the polls soon, I promise, but now feels like a good time to set the scene before we get to that point. As I mentioned in a previous poll, the disco scene really came out of soul. Especially Philly Soul, which had lush instrumentation that worked really well with the overall atmosphere of early disco. At this point in history, disco is still an underground subculture, and musically the line between it and soul music isn't that clear. Disco as its own genre of music that could be identified as such by the average listener will come later.

I don't usually talk about the formation of genres until they reach the charts, but I'm going to make an exception here. Because 2023 is the 50th anniversary of this genre, the genre has grown into a dominating musical force across the globe, and it's the only genre I actually studied in college.

In 1973, a Jamaican-American teenager named Clive Campbell (more widely known as DJ Kool Herc) and his sister, Cindy, started hosting parties out of their apartment in The Bronx, New York. These parties would play a lot of funk records, but he wouldn't just play them. Instead, he would play two copies of the same record on a turntable so he could extend the percussion section of the song, also called the break (which is where breakdancing comes from). This would lay the foundation for hip-hop, further expanded by artists like Grandmaster Flash and Afrika Bambaataa. All three of these men are still alive and I've linked interviews with some of them.

Hip-hop and rap are often used interchangeably, but there is a difference. Hip-hop exists both as a subculture and as a style of music. It incorporates art forms such as DJing, breakdancing, graffiti, beatboxing, rapping, and many other elements. That's why I said DJ Kool Herc helped set the foundation of hip-hop. Within early hip-hop culture, the MC was mostly there to bounce off of the DJ and keep the energy up. That isn't to discredit the difficult work of early MCs (trust me, if you were bad at it, the audience would let you know). Rap itself as an art from has a plethora of different artistic roots in Black culture, from scat singing in jazz, to various traditional West African storytelling techniques, to early 20th century gospel groups, to rhyme games, to Black radio DJs. The genre started to get more notice outside of the party scene as wordplay and flows started to expand further, especially as the first hip-hop groups started to form and the MCs became part of the "band". Like disco, hip-hop was still very much an underground subculture, but it would soon take over the nation.

It will be another 17 years before the first rap song reaches number 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 (Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby). We won't see a rap song featured on these polls until 1995. But it's hip-hop's 50th birthday, and so much of modern American culture doesn't make sense without its involvement.

[lizstaysinneverland]

I wrote this from a platonic standpoint, but you can see this as romantic as well.

Request from my deactivated tumblr account.

"Hello! I just recently discovered your blog and I love your writing! May I request some fluff of the mc seeing that the octo trio had a bad day and in an attempt to try and cheer them up they try tickling them?"

The Octotrio is behaving uncharacteristically quiet, so you decide to do something against that.

Like every day after school, you made your way to Mostro Lounge. Wanting to enjoy the beautiful ambiance while drinking your favorite cocktail. Usually, the Octotrio joins you on the couch and entertains you with their regular unintentionally funny discussion that always ends up with Azul frustrated and the Leech twins having the time of their life.

When you stepped into the Lounge, expecting to be greeted with the Tweels signature grins and Azul’s soft voice welcoming you back, you were more than confused when no one came to you. Thinking they were busy and didn’t hear you come in, you sat down at an empty table and let a waiter take your order.

Minutes passed, nothing happened. Well, that was odd, the trio was not in sight but the Lounge was not closed and the trio was at school today, you have seen them.

Okay, you could not help but feel like something is wrong. You took out your smartphone and called Jade, he was usually the most levelheaded out of the trio and would surely explain what’s going on.

After picking up the phone, Jade told you they were all in their respective rooms because they were a bit exhausted. While he did sound tired, you knew this couldn’t be it. So after hanging up, you decide to head to Azul. As he lets his feelings slip easier, you might break through to him.

Knocking on his door and telling him it’s you, you need to talk. You hear him unlock the door, “Come in!” says the blue-eyed man while gesturing for you to sit down. “I don’t have much time but if it is something important, I will listen.”, you could clearly hear the sadness in his voice. He did not look at you once though, typing away at his laptop.

Being frustrated about this, you poke him. “Look at me when you talk!” you whined playfully. Suddenly he started to twitch, making a weird snorting sound. You pull back, a bit confused. Then it dawned on you. You grinned devilishly and poked him several times, “Don’t be like that~”. “W-what are you- HAHAH d-doing? HAHAHA”, laughing while trying to question your behavior. “Trying to make you feel better!”, you answer him after a few minutes. Catching his breath, he looks at you with big eyes. “You can talk to me when you have something on your mind, you know?”, you exclaimed. He looked away abashedly.

Before you could say more, Jade knocked on the door and opened it. “I have something for...”, he stopped when he saw you were there. “I’m sorry, I can come at a later time.”, his voice seemed really despondent. “No no! Please come sit with us.”, you said, patting the space beside you, in order for him to sit there.

Both Jade and Azul were surprised but neither tried to say something against it. Now only one is missing, how fortunate Jade came to Azul, instead of you having to go them all separately and try to get all 3 together.

“Now...tell me what is on your mind?”, you put your hands on their shoulders. “Nothing. Why would you even ask that?”, Jade answered swiftly. “Fine. You want it the hard way? I don’t mind that.”, you started tickling them both. Surprisingly, Jade was more ticklish than you thought.

Their laughter attracted the missing twin. Floyd opened the door with a strong swing. “Ahhh, why is it so noisy here? Do you want to be squeezed??”, he spews with an agitated expression.

Everyone stopped and looked at him. Guess his mood got from sad to annoyed, well, this eel changes his mood on a whim. But this also means you can change his mood easily.

Of course, this means one thing. You quickly charged towards Floyd, yelling “TICKLE ATTACK!!!”, even Floyd was stunned by that, reacting too late. With the impact, you were now both on the floor. You wasted no time in tickling him and BOY was his laugh cute, echoing in the hallway like a tune.

Even the boys behind you laughed couldn’t but laugh. This was quite amusing to watch, after all. But that didn’t last long. You stopped tickling Floyd, looking at the smart duo behind you. “I’m not done with you yet. I won’t stop until I get all the sadness out from you!”, lunging towards them. The other residents could only hear the mix of screaming and laughing.

This was going to be a long night for you four but you’d do anything for them if it means that they won’t be sad anymore. No matter what makes them sad, you will always listen to them, you will always have their back.

[yakuzacanons]

I'm loving your blog so much!!! I really enjoy your headcanons! ^w^ May I request a part 2 of the "how they would text you" headcanons? I'd love to see how Ryuji would text!

Yes, absolutely! Also, to the rest of my inbox, I go beddy soon (the movie double feature was like 6 hours and I am exhausted) but I will get to the other asks TOMORROW, pinky promise. Headcanons below da cut as per usual. Goog nite.

Ryuji Goda

Decent at texting but his reply times are terrible. He often just forgets to check his phone. Even if he sees the notification, he's the type of person to think "Oh I'll reply to them soon" and forget because he feels in his brain as if he did already reply by just thinking about it. Sends lots of pictures of clothes, jewelry, and the like and asks what your opinions are on them. He knows what emojis are but can never decipher what emotion they are actually trying to convey. Absolutely not up to date on texting slang and tends to type pretty formally.

Ryuji: I meant to text back earlier but I ended up forgetting because I was so busy, my apoliogies.

You: (¬､¬)

Ryuji: Does that image mean you are mad at me or that you are happy to hear from me?

You: What do YOU think?! ⸨◺_◿⸩

Ryuji: Ah, the former then. That one is particularly scary looking.

Nishikiyama Akira

Probably the fastest texter of all the characters and the quickest to reply. He's usually good at being up to date on more modern things, at least better than Kiryu is. Flirtatious texter and most likely to send "You up?" texts. Totally loves sending you selfies when he's really feeling himself. Also sends pictures of really good views he finds, like from a rooftop in Kamurocho with a great view of the city lights.

Nishiki: Hey, check out the view from this restaurant.

You: Oh wow, very pretty.

Nishiki: It would be even prettier if you were here (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

You: Nishiki!

Nishiki: Lol, sorry, couldn't help myself ★~(◡ω◡✿)

Daigo Dojima

Primarily uses his phone for work so he's pretty quick to check notifications or respond to messages. Prefers phone calls as he can hear your voice and it makes for a nice break from all the other mundane calls or important emails at work. Rarely if ever sends pictures via text and selfies make him camera shy but if you're very close to him, you could totally twist his arm into participating. Surprisingly has a decent grasp on emojis.

You: How're you doing?

Daigo: Tired. Long meeting. ╥﹏╥

You: I believe in you! I'll treat you to dinner afterwards so do your best.

Daigo: Ah, that's very kind, thank you. I look forward to it. ( ◡‿◡ *)

Mine Yoshitaka

The worst texter. He's super dry in his responses, never uses emojis, and is very good at forgetting to check his texts. He mostly uses his cell phone for work so when he isn't work, he has notifications silenced. However, if you're very important to him, he will enable the buzzer on his phone so you can get through to him. In contrast, he's the best at taking pictures of you using a cell phone. Never has his phone out during meals as he doesn't want to be rude. Would prefer to video chat the most as it's the next best thing to actually seeing you.

You: Mine, are you even actually reading my texts?

Mine: Sorry, I was working out.

You: It's okay, you can make it up to me by sending me a post-workout selfie. ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Mine: You think you're funny, huh? Fine, just because I like you.

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[prolix-yuy]

OKAY so the SW!Frankie headcanon: 'wildflowers' by the wailin' jennys (tom petty folk cover). Frankie and the reader go out to a local jazz/folk music festival and they spend the day with the boys. that song in the air as they enjoy the festival booths w/ fluffy+flirty Frankie date goodness. tan hands holding a beer or throwing a baseball to win a prize. midday buzz and funnel cake kisses. an after party chilling in a backyard, sun-warmed skin heavy petting after the ride home. the perfect day ~

I love this, it's exactly the kind of date Frankie would plan himself without telling Ms Jackson. The boys would help out a bit - Will would suggest the festival, Santi would wiggle his eyebrows at Frankie, Benny would offer to drive the boys in a separate car so Frankie could have some alone time with Ms J. I imagine this to be a bit early in their relationship, after the events of Something More but before Rosalie.

Festival Frankie Headcanons

Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Warnings: Way too much cuteness, this is sugary sweet and I make no excuses, brief reference to sexual acts. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

You're taken aback at the recommendation - you just met the boys and Frankie already wants to take you on a group date?

But you did have a really fun time, and you hadn't been to a music festival in ages.

The weather is nice, you feel light and carefree.

You say yes.

Frankie picks you up in his truck and the drive there is punctuated with chatter about fairs and music and Frankie's hand heavy and soft on your knee.

He brushes his fingers along the inside of your thigh a few times and glances at you to see if you fluster.

You do, often, but his smile tells you he likes it.

The parking lot is dusty and packed, but Frankie parks like a champ, one arm over the back of the bench seat so he can turn his head to back into a spot.

The tantalizing stretch of his neck teases you to kiss it when he puts the truck in park.

The boys tease him when you show up fifteen minutes late, his hair a little messier than usual and your smile sheepish.

"Like a couple of teenagers," Santi huffs with no venom in his voice, slinging his arm around you as you enter the festival grounds.

Music lilts in the air, plucked strings and soaring vocals too far to make out but lending enough to the atmosphere that you're practically bouncing.

The boys stay clustered around long enough to get something to eat, a round of beers and lemonades circling the picnic table.

Frankie holds your hand under the tablecloth, fingers still sticky with residual sauce and sugar.

Will peels off first to get a good seat at the amphitheater, Benny catching wind of some cute girls trying their hand at a ring toss and ditching soon after.

Santi catches Frankie's eye and busies himself at a candle stand while you wander away slowly, winking at you when he ducks out of sight.

You meander with little more purpose than to enjoy the day, sharing bits of memories and thoughts about the vendors and booths lining the main thoroughfare.

Before you can even yearn for it, Frankie takes your hand and threads your fingers together, his large ones spreading your knuckles and stretching your palm.

He sneaks a shy smile, adjusting his cap to pull a little lower on his forehead.

God, you want to kiss him every moment you get with him.

And you do, even if it means stopping in the middle of the path and making people part around you.

Nothing could stop you from showing him how full he makes your heart.

When you catch him eyeing a shooting game, you pull a fake coo at a prize hanging in the booth, Frankie's face lighting up and pulling you along.

You could care less about the unfortunate stuffed creature, but seeing Frankie preen a little at inspecting the toy rifle, scoffing at how poor the aim is, makes your heart flutter.

"Okay, hotshot, see if you can beat it."

"Oh that's doubtful, but I'll give it my best."

His wink titillates you as muscle memory and shocking precision has him lining up his shot.

Whiff! A miss to judge how bad the aim is.

Then ping ping ping!

You're walking away with some small stuffed silliness and Frankie's proud strut.

You're also more than a little turned on, but trying like hell to calm down.

Offering to buy him some fried dough for his troubles, you grab a bench and take turns pulling pieces off and licking sugar from your fingers.

"We're not going to make it to the evening show at this rate."

You barely make it through the confection before Frankie is tugging you closer to the amphitheater, gilded caramel curls bouncing as the sun dips into the horizon.

He leads you away from the main path, behind the booths where only a few vendors are walking past.

When his arms circle you, one hand cradling the back of your neck, you melt into his embrace.

He kisses you without preamble, licking into your sweet mouth with playful passion, a smile tugging at his lips.

Time passes, marked by the fade of light from golden to orange to indigo as Frankie lets his hands roam slowly over your back, the curve of your ass, a thumb tracing your jaw.

His mouth leaves dizzying trails along your neck, behind your ear, chaste murmurings swelling inside you.

"Beautiful girl, I'm so gone for you."

Your own hands skim his chest, his cheeks, the dimples you're proud to pull out.

"Love you, Francisco."

He mouths his own devotions back into your skin.

You are thankfully on time to the show, Will's blanket well stocked with beers and snacks and camping chairs to tamp down the edges.

Benny's stretched out and crunching on pretzels, the last licks of sun sweeping through his light locks.

Santi's cracking open beers for you, the glow of a camping lantern carving out his curls and cheekbones like a marble statue.

Will's quietly watching the band set up, throwing you a wave as he reclines in a state of relaxation you haven't yet seen.

You and Frankie settle your chairs side by side, hands held close between you as music starts to fill the air.

It's loud enough that conversation is tough, but everyone seems satisfied to enjoy the bubble of contentment.

You hand out the next round during a break in the set, and Santi's pointed glance between you and Frankie elicits a nod.

He's beaming in your direction for at least another song.

When the band peters off and the applause fades the boys gather up the supplies, colder air starting to bite at your nose.

Genial hugs as you part ways warm you more than your trusty jacket.

Did they adopt you that quickly?

After turning on the car, Frankie rubs your air-chilled noses together and steals a headier kiss, more desperate and greedy than the ones he'd plied you with earlier.

"Can I take you home?"

Would you ever say no to that?

Abandoning his truck in your driveway, you also abandon your stuffed winnings on the seat.

Frankie finds it the next morning, wearing yesterday's clothes and your scent on his skin.

He smiles at it, how pathetically ugly-cute it is, before tucking it in the door storage pocket.

He forgets about it mostly, but every now and then it'll catch his eye and make him smile.

Just like you.

END

[millenniumdueled]

discord chatlogs w @blueeyesking, specifically picking up immediately after Kaiba's Nightmare.

Seto Kaiba

Yugi pulls Seto out of his living hell by the hand, and the man sits up with a jolt, coughing, expecting something to come up but finding nothing there. He's obviously paler than usual, trembling where he sits- despite doing his best to return to a façade of cold detachment, it's impossible to hide how shaken he is.

"Wh- why are there two of you." to The Yugis, of course.

Yugi.

Yugi, the one kneeling beside the shaken Kaiba, gives his rival a concerned look. He sort of tries reaching out to try and steady the other man, but stops halfway.

"That's a great question, Kaiba. One we were hoping you could answer." Yami says, standing over the both of them. He offers out a hand-- just in case. "After all, the last thing we remember was teleporting to one of your ships."

Seto Kaiba

Seto visibly flinches at the Other Yugi looming over the both of them, baring his teeth and knocking the doppelganger's hand away like a flying insect.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he snaps, pulling himself to his feet. The shock gives way to real, cold resentment, his normal feelings toward Yugi Mutou (and a comfortable crevice to hide himself from the fear still buzzing in his nerves). "Teleportation isn't something I've figured out yet, you couldn't possibly have done that."

He pauses, just for a breath, taking stock of their surroundings. "Though… you're here, regardless. And where is here…?"

yugi

Just as he'd expected. Kaiba's reaction makes the Other Yugi roll his eyes as he drops his hand.

Yugi gives his Other a nervous glance as he too rises, brushing off his black clothes."ummm, we have a friend. you um, you said you were watching mokuba's blog for a while, right…? so you have to know about….?"

"We don't know for sure," Yami cuts him off, getting down to business as he crosses his arms. "But we had to cross a set of puzzle doors earlier that reminded us of the last time we rescued you."

It's Yugi's turn to roll his eyes. "it reminds me of that virtual world that the big 5 tried to trap you in. we had to summon monsters of a certain star level to get to you."

Seto Kaiba

Seto nods to himself, mirroring Other Yugi by crossing his own arms. He's grateful for his showy overcoat and abundance of fashionable belts, in this moment; they're a comforting weight, a familiar feeling, after the ordeal of memories turned into nightmares.

"I see. From… what I can remember, the Blue Eyes Jet had its autopilot recalibrated right under my hands- it landed on an aircraft carrier at sea, somewhere, and armed robotic guards escorted Mokuba and I out onto the runway… And now I'm here."

Seto continues looking at their surroundings, examining something inscrutible. "If it is something like the Virtual Reality that the Big Five held me in, it isn't them running it, I'm certain. They never employed robots in their personal retinue."

He turns on his heel to look at the Yugis. "However, that doesn't mean someone else with a grudge against me wouldn't co-opt the old virtual military system KaibaCorp had. Especially if they were looking to remove me from the equation, and bring KaibaCorp back into the arms business. Having our old infrastructure would be a great asset, in that case."

"You mentioned your, and Mokuba's, friends. Are they here? Where is Mokuba?"

yugi!

Yami nods along in understanding as Kaiba explains his experience. "Something similar happened when we arrived, too. We were held at gunpoint and escorted into an all white room…"

Only to wake up in Hell. But he won't say it.

"if it isn't the big 5 though, is there anyone else who could access your umm, your carrier…?" yugi wonders, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"mm, a couple of mokuba's friends are here too, but… we don't know where he is.. he posted coordinates to that ship, but that's all we know…."

Seto Kaiba

Seto's eyebrows furrow in a microexpression of concern. They don't know where Mokuba is. His jaw sets.

"Then we'll have to explore the simulation and find him. Chances are, he's being held against his will in order to be used against me."

He doesn't mention the tone of his nightmare being Mokuba betraying him.

Seto steps into the barren street and looks directly at KC Tower.

"It's likely we'll find whoever it is, at the center of this place. Given who they caught first…"

yugi!

Yugi chews at his lip. Even if Seto hides his emotions, even if he has only a faint idea of what Seto has been through, he can only imagine the pain of losing Mokuba yet again.

"we'll find him, kaiba. i promise…"

The Other Yugi follows Kaiba's stoney stare towards the towering corporate headquarters and gives a confident nod of his spikey head.

"I have a feeling you're onto something, Kaiba. And I have a feeling we shouldn't waste much more time." He gives a little nod in the direction of the skyscraper.

NOA

[ far above them, from the top of that very tower, Noa frowns. He sits on an elegant, velvet couch with an arm draped lazily around Mokuba, who lounges aginst his supposed Big Brother while he occupies himself with a game on his laptop. Noa didn't give him access to his group server, but that's alright. He can't miss what he doesn't remember.

And like all other things in this world, Noa controls what Mokuba remembers.

Noa shifts suddenly, his hand on his Little Brother's shoulder twitching slightly.

"Huh? What's wrong, Big Brother?"

Mokuba asks, looking up at him.

For just a moment, the look in Noa's blue eyes is dangerous. Something cold and vengeful. But Mokuba's voice pulls him back, his sweet smile returning at the flip of a switch.

"Nothing, my Baby Brother. Everything is okay, I just need to check on something," Noa assures him, yet he slips his arm from around Mokuba as he stands quickly. "I'll be right back, so don't leave this room. Remember, Mokuba. You're safe here."

"Sure thing, Big Brother!" Mokuba promises, eyes falling back to the screen that keeps him distracted.

Huh. That's weird though.

Why does his tummy hurt? ]

Seto Kaiba

That stony glare fixes on the softer Yugi after the other one agrees with Seto's plan.

"You promise? Please. I will find him, with or without you and your friends. He's my little brother."

He's the only good thing I have left."

Seto then begins walking the familiar streets, long legs setting a pace that will likely make the Yugis have to jog a little to keep up. He speaks while they move.

"We should also try to find your friends. I know where my search begins, but your friends may still be trapped in simulated nightmares; Mokuba cares about them, too, so we can't leave them behind. If this person is predictable enough to set themselves up in KC Tower, then, in finding them, we can find the controls for the simulation and free everyone else."

yugi!

Yugi tenses up slightly when he catches Kaiba's glare, exhaling eith a quiet, nervous chuckle.

"of course, kaiba," he defaults to agreement, trying to preserve their fragile alliance as he moves his little legs quickly to keep pace.

The Other Yugi raises an eyebrow at Kaiba as he walks behind him briskly, too proud to jog. "I didn't know you had the capacity to care about others, Kaiba," he says with a smirk, remembering the last time they walked side by side through these city streets. The last time Mokuba went missing..

"I could feel Joey's turmoil inside my heart before, but I'm confident he's found his way by now." That smirk softens a little, for just a moment. "As for the others--"

The two Yugi's glance at each other.

"we'll find them. i have a feeling we might all need to work together to get out of this…"

Seto Kaiba

Seto turns on his heel at Other Yugi's quip, anger flaring over fear for just a moment. He looms, or tries to, and scowls at the man.

"I do care. You put me through enough to make anyone reconsider their priorities in life."

The vitriol in his emphasis is almost physical. He hopes it takes attention away from the way his fists shake.

Turning back, he returns to his brisk pace- though, Yugi notices it isn't as hard to keep up, now.

"No matter what I have to do, I will save Mokuba at all costs."

yugi!

Kaiba's sharp turn catches the Other Yugi off guard, causing him to stop abruptly in his tracks behind the taller man. He flinches at the genuine anger that Kaiba directs at him, becore his brows pull tight together.

Before he can get argumentive, the gentler Yugi gives him a warning glance. "we've all made our mistakes, it's just.. really nice to see you caring about them too. even if it is just because mokuba would be sad if--"

He's cut off by a distant humming sound, growing louder as they get closer to their target.

"--hey do you guys hear that?" he asks, as his other self picks up his pace to walk closer to his Partner, readying the Duel Disk on his arm just in case.

Seto Kaiba

Seto stops. With enough people released or freed from their waking nightmares, maybe their Puppetmaster has sent something to deter them. Better to wait than to run right into it, usually. He squints at the street ahead of them, watching the intersections and skyline for the source of the noise.

yugi!

As the hum grows louder, Yugi activates his own Disk as well. The seconds seem to tick by painfully slow as their apprehension builds.

Then, all at once, a swarm of massive locusts descends from the side streets, hungry insects almost ten times their natural size.

The Other Yugi doesn't hesitate for a second, drawing the first card from his deck and immediately summoning forth his Celtic Guardian to slash at the incoming bugs while Yugi's own Big Shield Gardna defends the three Duelists*

Seto Kaiba

Seto draws and plays his Wicked Worm Beast! It claws and gnashes at the bugs, destroying them with its massive ATK as the players hunker down.

yugi!

the locusts seem unending, but the two Yugis continue to somehow work in perfect tandem, summoning monsters that work together against the onslaught. Even as the monsters that come for them grow larger and more fearsome, neither wavers.

The ground shakes, the concrete splits open as a massive, rotting Pumpking swells from the crevice, its vines lashing wildly in all directions. The Yugi's give each other a glance, and then to their teammate. Though Yami sacrifices their only two monsters to summon his ever faithful companion, Yugi's Kuriboh guarantees two sacrifies for their ally's convenience.

"you know what to do, kaiba!!!" Yugi shouts with a bright, confident grin.

Seto Kaiba

A couple of draws later, after pulling various useful, but situationally worthless, cards, Seto lands on what they've all been waiting for. His smirk is unmistakable as a Kuriboh and Wicked Worm Beast are destroyed as tribute to his signature Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

Blue-Eyes shimmers onto the field and roars at the Pumpking, superior ATK making them both completely certain of the group's victory.

"Blue-Eyes! Burst Stream of Destruction!"

The beam tears a ragged hole in the Pumpking and is brighter than the sun, briefly turning the world dark. The Yugis can see Seto's wolfish grin illuminated by his monster's attack.

NOA

[ from the top of the tower, Noa frowns. How can the three of them hold their own against so many monsters? Nonetheless, he won't give in.

As Noa decides what to throw against the trio next, back in the exquisite living room, the younger Kaiba grows restless. Mokuba sets his laptop aside at the sounds of the fight below and rises from that velvet sofa. Walks to the wall of windows to press a palm against the glass as he watches the fray unfold far below with a blank expression. It doesn't really matter. Big Brother has it under control.

But then that familiar beast with its piercing blue eyes takes the field, it's fearsome white hot attack darkening the daylight.

And Mokuba freezes.

His stomach hurts.

His heart pounds in his chest and he feels like he might be sick.

This is rage, right?

It's anger that makes his eyes burn, isn't it?

He remembers that great dragon turning on him. Remembers the voice of the man who commands it, echoing that Mokuba will never be good enough.

He can't stand it anymore.

Mokuba turns sharply, walking with purpose across the elegant living room. Noa is taking too long. Is he okay? What if Seto hurt him too somehow? He promised not to leave this room, he promised to stay put. But now Mokuba has made up his mind.

If Noa cant do it, then he'll kill Seto himself. He'll make his Big Brother proud.

There's no hallway, no elevator on the other side of that door. Mokuba finds himself stepping directly out onto the streets of Domino City. And as the Pumpking falls, deflating back into the hellish crevice from whence it came, stormy grey eyes meet sapphire. ]

[miilkybroz0ne]

Welcome to my Blog introduction 𑁍ࠬܓ

Hello, Everyone! I'm MiilkyBroz0ne, and I write 18+ trolls headcanon so basically, if you're a minor, please DNI With this account and I mean it there will be so much 18+ stuff that you can't handle anyways this blog is only for mature audience only so read at your own risk ;)

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What I will write:

-Smut

-Alcohol mentioned

-Vape/smoking

-NSFW

-Fluff

-SFW

-This account is also LGBTQ+ Friendly and safe place

Other stuff like non-18+ stuff as well, etc...

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What I will not write:

-incest

-R*pe

-Discrimination

-suičidé mentioned or harming oneself or others

-Hate crime

-p3doph1iia

-proshipping

-abuse/Violence

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A little about me

-I love Mac and cheese w chicken tenders (I'm never too old for those shit)

-I enjoyed listening to music, especially when I feel sad/angry or need to get away from reality

-I love working out so it will take me a long time to write a headcanon because I'm too busy working out

-I'm an introvert

-I'm Bi

-Favorite troll character is definitely Clay

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Anyways, I will primarily focus on brozone (cuz my user is literally brozone) But I will absolutely try my best to include other trolls characters aswell

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supernatural s14e20 moriah (w. andrew dabb)

dads fighting over killing their kid, sammy stressed. what a world

(jfc when jdm/john is talking in the recap i'm like godDAMN whose voice is he reminding of - oh right, i talked about this already when watching that very episode -_- good voice 10/10 both actors)

i wonder how far back it goes that they showed people getting their heads chopped off to the line "Lay your weary head to rest" in carry on my wayward song because i remember this song used to hit me in the feelings way back when (mentioned it still working for me in 6x22 at least.) anyway, i am also very literal with song lyrics and my little fanvids so i can't really criticize but tone 🤌

CASTIEL You should never have tried to lock him away. DEAN You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN He's dangerous, Cas, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster. CASTIEL You don't mean that. DEAN The hell I don't.

sigh, this is frustrating! but we gotta have conflict somewhere right, so dean's taking out is hurt and grief over mary on jack, making choices that are making jack worse. and now hellbent on killing him without taking any time to try to work the problem in another way

DEAN I don't know. Maybe we call Rowena, see if she can put together one of those, um, "soul bombs." SAM The...thing you were gonna use against the Darkness? DEAN Yeah, might actually put a dent in the kid. SAM Okay. (quietly) DEAN Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He -- I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family. But this? This is not Jack anymore. He's hurting, he's killing people. This isn't gonna be easy, but we're gonna have to do the hard thing. We're gonna have to do the ugly thing. Ain't like it's the first time, though, right?

was he raring to kills cas when he killed all those people and angels when fake god juiced up on souls?

apparently yes! clearly forgot about that

wiki summary excerpt from 7x01 The ritual is successful, and Death appears, bound. He thinks that he has been summoned regarding Sam's hallucinations, and Dean looks to Sam, surprised by the news. Death asserts that he can't help Sam (there's only "one wall per customer"), and Dean tells him instead that they want him to kill Castiel. Before they can convince him, though, Castiel appears. He threatens to kill them all, but Dean reminds him that Death is under their control. It appears that they are at a stalemate.

ok, so is this truth spell business from jack everywhere? fic premise-y. and mirror universe for the company name, okay.

SAM You. Come on, man. You're always calling me a geek, but you know every word to every Led Zeppelin song -- backwards and forwards -- you can discuss in detail every major rock drummer between '67 and '84, and... you watch "Jeopardy!" every night.

not to mention nerding out over horror films, cars, etc etc. we are all but nerds in our own special ways

like, we're really going for truth spell gags here? what'd i say about tone? lol

well. stapler queen is cute

pretty place to film and nice shot. didn't expect chuck but knew he had to come around eventually. i do really enjoy rob benedict though. he's so good at being that chill aw shucks persona that chuck usually is. like hey what a nice smile, good to see him! wait, he's the absent-est of fathers and lets the world nearly implode on a regular basis

DEAN Yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy. SAM What? DEAN Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. You know what I mean? I'll stop talking. SAM Probably a good plan.

hope we get better truth spell anecdotes than dean follows a mommy blogger (nope.) also are we really supposed to just take on this info that sam's favorite singer is actually celine dion? :p

cathartic until god yells at you

CHUCK Okay, look. I get it. All right, I'm from the deus from the machina, and you have questions.

all very twee

CHUCK: Listen, you guys know me. I'm hands-off. I built the sandbox -- you play in it. You want to fight Leviathans? Cool. You got that. You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay. But when things get really bad, like the Apocalypse or the Other Apocalypse, that's when I have to step in.

i will always appreciate a roast of the bmol plotline

SAM So you're saying Jack is Apocalyptic? CHUCK The kid said, "Stop lying," and I don't know if you noticed, but the world kinda went insane.

the whole crazy powered up nephilim actually equates to god powers, sure

lol what. the colt 2.0 but actually kills anything

CHUCK So, this doesn't so much fire bullets as it sends a wave of multi-dimensional energy across a perfectly balanced quantum link between whoever's shooting it and whoever they're shooting at.

this is giving very crack treated seriously (or just plain crack) vibes

CHUCK Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you. So you kill him... DEAN You die.

🙄okay.

CAS I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack. Y-You can fix him. You can --You can restore his soul. That's why I called you. CHUCK Yeah, not so much. SAM You're God. CHUCK Well, souls are complicated -- even for me. Besides, even if I could, would you really want -- I mean, after what he did? CASTIEL Then we bind him. We throw him in the Cage until -- DEAN Stop, Cas. You heard him. This is the only way. CAS And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box. CHUCK Ugh. Billie. I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle porn. This new Death -- she's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. CAS There has to be another way. DEAN Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack, so either get on board, or walk away.

i think part of why i'm finally warming up to cas is him consistently caring about someone - like, willing to go to the mat with anyone for jack. and there's less of this bumbling clueless angel schtick periodically thrown in.

and something again i don't like is when anyone does this shut up there's no other way it's my way or the highway business. i feel like i talked about this before... maybe with the soul bomb business? and probably the box too? rushing into deadly action that can't be walked back with almost no information. which i compared to agonizing over how to deal with lucifer all season in s5 and finally accepting sam going into the cage was the only viable option left. there's just so many plot beats and so much going on at one time. and then dean rushes into shit and i'm just like STOP BREATHE WAIT.

hopefully not plot relevant flask filling, unlike last time we saw him do it (that i recall) in 7x18

music (lennertz and wynn) at the beginning reminds me a bit of hannibal bloodfest again, the muted version that was in 14x08 when jack had died from the heavenly tuberculosis

glad sam is standing up to dean's willingness to again sacrifice himself at the drop of a hat and point out they haven't even tried to fix anything, just rushing into these awful solutions. and pointing out that they got themselves into this situation in the first place by bringing jack back. (and hey, maybe consider chuck's motivations in all this)

not a great hug but way less creepy than hugging soulless sam at least. glad he didn't actually kill his grandmother and has calmed down a bit and acknowledged he's not feeling anything anymore

CHUCK No. Sam... you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting. I mean, like that thing that happened at the office earlier today -- that was crazy, right? SAM Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us? CHUCK Yeah. I mean, you're my favorite show.

creeper asshole. what new way can we make them suffer today

SAM Wait a second. Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always have to be on us?! CHUCK Because you're my guys.

good to see sam yelling at chuck about it.

sigh

like this really is soul bomb 2.0 (i was not a fan). some half cocked plan with new random made up weapon that gets introduced mid episode in the season finale that will result in dean dying to kill some almost-impossible to kill god type entity. not making me cry this time, bitches

padalecki got to phoebe-run through the park yelling for dean for an extended period of time, that was something

CHUCK This isn't how the story is supposed to end. CAS The story? CHUCK Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son. This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic! DEAN Wait. What are you saying? SAM He's saying he's been playing us. This whole time. CHUCK Come on. SAM Our entire lives. Mom, Dad -- everything. This is all you because you wrote it all, right? Because -- Because what? Because we're your favorite show? Because we're part of your story? CHUCK Okay, Dean, no offense, but your brother is stupid and crazy. And that kid is still dangerous. So pick up the gun. Pick it up... pull the trigger... and I'll bring her back. Your mom. DEAN No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this. And it's not like you even really care. 'Cause Sam's right. The Apocalypse, the first go-around, with Lucifer and Michael -- you knew everything that was going on, so why the games, Chuck, huh? Why don't You just snap your fingers and end it?! CHUCK Look, I -- SAM And every other bad thing we've been killing, been dying over -- where were you? Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me. CHUCK Dean, don't do this. DEAN No, we're done talking. 'Cause this -- this isn't just a story. It's our lives! So God or no God, you go to hell.

it feels kind of bonkers that they're just now getting clued into the conceit that all the suffering and misery and death they've been through has been at chuck's direction

surely the god-killing gun doesn't actually work on chuck. there's been a couple weird cuts for ads in the past season or two - where they repeat some action/dialogue after a cut for an ad. which is so weird, they never did that before.

looks like the bandana dean was using for sam's woulda-been-fatal head wound few episodes ago

spn 14x17

so jack's in the empty... and billie is there. okaayyy

resurrecting all the monsters they killed or whatever this is, sure. an extremely long shot of shambling zombies. did they need to kill time (i thought the cut to billie was the end of the episode and almost just skipped the last several minutes 🥴)

one season left to go. makes me think about how jared and jensen periodically talk about reviving the show but like. The Show was so out of ideas and things just got more and more convoluted and outlandish, what is there even left to do? other than some timeline reset but when they're older. or like apparently the winchesters, whole new au.

and despite how critical i am of the show, i'm still invested and care about sam and dean. so i'd watch whatever sam and dean show they might make. but i'm still gonna be critical :p i have avoided reading other people's opinions on any of the show i haven't seen so whatever criticism i'm spewing out is just my reaction as i watch

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AvA AUs (Virored)

So a little while ago I made a summary of my main AvA/AvM AU/headcanon thing, if you haven't seen it and you want to it's here.

That one is what I use for most things, and I try to keep it close to canon just with a few of my own interpretations and such. If you ask any of the AvA characters anything on my blog, I'm usually going to answer with the one linked above unless you specify that the character is from one of these AUs XD

That said, I have a few smaller, more canon-divergent AUs, generally focused on one or two characters each. And, hey, why not share those too? And since I don't think I have the motivation or ideas to make cohesive stories for all four, I'm going to give you a summary of each!

However since each of these is gonna take some time and be decently long to write, I'm just gonna be posting one at a time - let's say starting with Red's, then Mango's, then Green's, then Dark's. But I will give you this little sketch to make guesses from until the other three are posted :) I'll try to make one a day but no promises there.

Edit: Hehhh nvm I'll make the others some time but idk the exact schedule I'm too busy sorry XD

(Note: All of these operate using my old headcanons for the most part unless otherwise specified, so for example there still isn't shipping in any of these. Haven't decided if the jewelry still applies for any of these but it does it's not very plot important anyway XD)

Virored AU

(originated from a dream)

I have so many dreams about AvA and a few of them ended up having cohesive enough plots that I spent some time to figure them out more and make them into AUs. This was one of them XD

This takes place some time after both AvA 5 and AvM 30, along with it being in a universe where Dark is on Chosen and the CG's side now. There, however, are some existing virobots, who have started running around destroying things now that they're not getting any more commands from Dark's bracers.

Dark, Chosen, and the CG decided to team up to either shut down or outright destroy any remaining virobots, but during one of those fights, Red got bitten.

Now virobots in this AU can get stronger and smarter by eating code, and this guy in particular was pretty successful. So it decided that, instead of deleting Red and probably getting killed by the rest of the CG, it just jumped inside Red's code like how virobots can infest the computer.

Yeah Red's getting possessed for a fourth time, this kid can't catch a break.

But anyways, since the virobot was taking its time doing any actual possession - it's probably harder to take over a living creature anyway - Red and the CG just decided they were very lucky that nothing too bad happened and went home to patch themselves up and rest.

And that night, the virobot took over. Virored escaped back into the internet to continue their destruction and rally together more virobots, they themselves regrowing virobot-like claws and a venomous mandible from the mixed stick-figure-and-virobot code.

The rest of the CG quickly started trying to track Virored down, getting Chosen and Dark's help (although low-empathy Dark was mostly just annoyed that Virored's stealing Dark's old brand -v-) to find and stop them faster. However, this took them quite a while with quite some difficulty, as Virored was fully aware they were likely being tracked and was actively avoiding them.

In the meantime, though, Virored went back to running around rampant and destroying things - even killing people - just this time, with a new body and new intelligence, able to gather more virobots together into a collective swarm.

However, after a few weeks of this - Virored and their swarm invading a town, leaving after whatever destruction they've caused, then the rest of the CG, Dark, and Chosen tracking them there - the group finally cornered Virored.

And, after a battle, Chosen was able to separate Red and the virobot controlling them.

However, this didn't quite lead to everything being solved. For one, during those weeks, the virobot had still been eating away at Red's code. While they kept their mind mostly intact, their physical body was a different story.

Chosen wanted Orange to help with the separation, since Orange has healing powers, but they still had no clue how they were supposed to invoke those since they still had no memory of how it happened last time, so instead Chosen just had to do it themselves (cause that's not Dark's expertise either) and try to make sure Red would still have enough code left to survive.

This left Red, even after some time (and potions from Blue) to recover, with scars wherever the virobot claws and mandible used to be. Scars that, after a few days, began to grow back into the same claws and fang they used to have.

These odd physical traits were the clearest pieces of what the virobot code and time of possession left behind, though Red still had all the memories of what happened during those few weeks. And, as Virored had bitten and killed people before, those weren't exactly the happiest of memories.

But Red still was free from the possession, none of their friends had been bitten during the fight, so there was at least an okay ending there.

I'm pretty sure all the towns and cities banned Red from going back tho

Well idk, hope you enjoyed my weird dream-au ramble, if you wanna know more about it feel free to either ask me or ask the character involved XD If you do ask the character please specify that this is from the AU (and preferably whether it's in the middle of it or in the aftermath) so I know who to respond with tho ^-^

I'll be trying to write the other three soon!