#those men are not tiny little uwu boys

[transgender-catboy]

Nothin worse then folks purposefully turning gay ships straight and desexifying miserable hairy fat men by making them anime twinks

[starlightsearches]

Homewrecker

hey all! i first started writing this after i watched the movie, and then i was possessed by the need to fuck that old man and i finished it off. hope you like it!! comments, likes, and reblogs sustain me 💖

📼✨ mixtape milestone ✨📼 requests are still open!

Burt Fabelman x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ only, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, infidelity, age gap but reader is of age, car sex, language, smoking, maybe a tiny bit ooc because i only saw the movie once. Let me know if I missed anything uwu

The lit end of your cigarette smolders just outside the glow from the Fabelman's windows, and you take a deep drag, blowing the smoke from your nose, watching the stars flicker on and off in the black sky. There's the tinkling of a piano on the other side of the wall, and a giggle from one of the children—the children who had been sound asleep moments ago, before their parents returned.

"You shouldn't be doing that, you know."

That's Mr. Fabelman at the door. His face is still in shadow, but you catch the gleam of his glasses, and the red center of your cigarette in the dark green of his eyes.

"Why not? I'm old enough," you ask, but you still stub what's left of the smoke out on the bottom of your white patent-leather heels.

Mr. Fabelman shuts the door behind himself, stepping out onto the porch beside you, pretending like his eyes hadn't just been tracing over the shape of your ankle and the curve of your calf. 

"It's a dirty habit. Girls shouldn't smoke—not if they're nice girls."

You let out a soft laugh. You are not a nice girl.

Nice girls don't tell tales to all the neighbors about how much they love kids—how they're always willing to babysit, if needed, eyeing up fathers from the front porch as they guide their wives into the car. They don't ride their bikes on windy days while married men mow their lawns, waving like you don't see them trying to steal a glance up your skirt. They don't sneak through parent's rooms after the children have been put to bed to touch the things he's touched, spraying clouds of his cologne into the air, just to breathe it in.

Nice girls don't dream every night about fucking men twice their age.

"What should girls my age do?" you ask, wetting your lips.

"Oh, you know," he glances down, still shy like a little boy when he's fully grown, "you should be going on dates. Going to drive-ins and out to dinner with boys your age."

"Boys my age?"

You scuff your shoe against the concrete when he doesn't answer, and Mr. Fabelman flushes under your gaze. He's not used to being flirted with—which makes it all the more fun, knowing that he loves the attention you're giving him and he knows he shouldn't. Mr. Fabelman tucks his hands impotently into his pockets, and one of them emerges with a fold of bills.

"Here's this," he gestures to his hand with a nod of his head, "for your trouble."

You brush his hand out of the way, letting your touch linger.

"It was no trouble at all, Mr. Fabelman."

The tips of your fingers just wrap over his knuckles. His skin is warmer than the night air.

"Please, call me Burt."

You stand there, letting the silence speak, your touch burning against his hand. The light goes off in the living room, and you imagine the sound of footsteps, but Mrs. Fabelman doesn't peek her head past the curtain or take a glance out the door to check on her husband. The bedroom light switches on above you, casting a glow over the yard.

Burt shuffles back a step. "I'd be happy to give you a ride home, or-"

"Oh, no, thank you. It's a nice night, and not too far a walk."

Neither of you make a move—still as statues, besides the breeze that plays with your hem as it passes by. The light upstairs goes out a few moments later. After a pause, Burt's shoulders drop, like he'd been holding his breath.

He pauses before he speaks, licks his lips. "Do you have any more of those cigarettes?"

Burt loosens his tie just before he lights it, breathing in deep while the little flame still illuminates the sheen of sweat on his face and the tense lines of his neck. He passes you the cigarette between two of his long, lean fingers. The filter is still a little wet from his lips.

He doesn't even notice you're watching him, eyes locked on a house across the street as you both lean back against the window. His distraction serves your purposes fine; you can take him in properly, the curve of his cheeks and turn of his nose.

You pass the cigarette back to him. Smoke pours from his mouth, and the words follow as an afterthought.

"My wife . . . I- she doesn't love me anymore."

"Oh." That's quite a confession. Your heart patters at the cool look in his eyes when he passes back the smoke. "I'm sorry."

He brushes off the apology like he knows you don't mean it, or wouldn't want it if you did.

"I think I may have done something wrong. I keep thinking, maybe if I- maybe she would want to stay with me if I were . . . better-looking."

He drops his head, a look of distaste wrinkling his lips, like the words were bitter coming out.

"You can't blame yourself for that-"

Burt quiets you with a hand on your shoulder. "Do you think I'm dull? Be honest."

"Mr. Fabelman, I-" His hand is heavy and large, spanning half your back, tips of his fingers almost brushing your spine. His thumb just rests against the delicate skin of your neck, and as much as you've thought about the way his touch would feel, your mouth still goes dry.

Burt falters, pulling back slightly, misreading the signs. "No, don't answer that. I shouldn't have asked."

You're feeling a little impulsive—not willing to lose his attention so soon after first having it—and so you take his hand in yours before he can step away.

"I think you're very handsome, Burt. Honest."

Not as honest as you could be, but honest. You want him to feel good about himself—feel desirable—but not at the expense of your own pride.

Or maybe that's just what you want to believe about yourself, because when you feel his rough grip at your neck, pride is the last thing on your mind.

His kiss is messy and contradictory—hands a little harsh as they pull you closer, positioning you the way he likes, like a little doll, but his mouth is tender against yours.

You stand there, stunned, and Burt loses his nerve, stepping back again, a failed apology on his trembling lips. They're still shaking when you kiss him back.

Fuck, he feels like heaven, with your hands cupping his round cheeks, the frames of his glasses nudging against your nose, the little click of your teeth against his when he parts his lips to taste you.

You'd never pull away from him if you could help it. You're aching to keep him close, a whine on your lips when he peels away from you.

His chest heaves, and Burt places his hands on his hips. He stares at you like a problem to be solved. Like he's trying to get to your root.

You want to feel him picking you apart. Want it bad enough your thighs press together.

"Actually, I think I'll take that ride, now."

The stretch is . . . god, it's something else.

You had guessed as much, grinding against his lap in the car's front seat, peppering Burt's lips with feverish kisses and pressing your tits more fully into his hands. He's clumsy with you, in the same way boys your age are—like he's fallen into a pattern with his wife, so late in their marriage that he hardly has to consider what she likes any more. 

But he's considering you, listening for any sounds you might make over the chorus of his heavy breaths. Watches your lips part when he guides your hips down against his. Hears the throaty moan when you feel the fucking log he's carrying around in his pants all day against your dripping panties.

When he pulls his cock from his trousers, Burt looks up at you nervously, stroking his length with soft, short movements, just barely nudging at your clit when he shifts it beneath your skirt. Your tongue clicks wetly against the roof of your mouth, nails carving through his hair.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” you tell him, and you mean it when you say it, which is new. He’s a little stunned, actually, lips parted and hand still. His wife must be used to him by now.

Lucky her.

“Really?” he whispers.

You nod, chewing on your lip. “Do you think it’ll fit?”

Burt shudders beneath you, like he’s physically restraining himself. He can’t even speak. He just nods, pulls you down over him by your hip. 

You might wake the neighbors the way you cry out for him. Might wake up the whole goddamn state of Arizona when Burt sinks you down to the hilt and the sting reaches all the way into your throat.

“Are you alright?” 

He pets a few hairs out of your face, admiring your already wrecked expression. It’s just what you wanted. It’s too much. 

You’re too full of him to speak, so you just nod, shifting your hips back and forth to feel the edges of him knocking around inside your dripping cunt. The soreness is quickly fading, but the fullness does not, and when you shift just right, he nudges against a part of you that has your eyes wide open, not in pain, but with pleasure.

“Oh,” you gasp, doing it again, but harder, some of his length dragging against your swollen, puffy lips before you swallow it down again, humming at the relief.

Burt’s reading the signs, guiding your hips down over him, his hands spanning your waist.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, and you nod, vision blurring a little when your eyes roll back. You can tell it feels good for him, with the way his dick twitches inside of you, how insistent he is with his grip. His chest is heaving, sweat collecting in the collar of his nice dress-shirt, and you’re leaving wrinkles all over the front of it, clinging to him with tense fists.

He bounces you more firmly against him, impaling you on his cock over and over again, so far inside of you it's like you can feel your guts rearranging themselves to make more room for him.

“I’m close,” you whimper, but he has to know that. He couldn’t not know it with the way you’re moaning with every breath, your thighs shaking on either side of his wide, perfect lap.

Burt’s eyes are shut, brow stern, like he’s thinking hard, so focused on the places where your bodies meet that he can’t risk looking at you, your pretty, ruined face too much of a distraction. He nods again, glasses fogged at the edges and slipping down his nose, letting a quiet moan out of his parted lips. 

With shaking hands and a quivering cunt, you press at the bridge of his glasses, sliding them back into place. From somewhere far away, he smiles. 

The pressure in your gut builds and builds, but it’s that smile that really sends you over the edge, muscles clamping around his cock as the bliss spreads through you, reaching all the way to the tips of your fingers, shooting off fireworks behind your eyes.

Burt tilts your mouth towards his with a hand at your chin, gripping your tightly while his lips explore yours. Something sticky and wet rolls down your thigh, his cock spilling heavy streams of cum deep inside your pussy. Your cunt clenches involuntarily, like it’s trying to steal out every last drop.

Burt’s head thumps back against the headrest, and you watch him recover from the high, drops of sweat traveling down his neck, throat shaking with every breath he takes.

You try to shift off him, but he’s still a little hard, and you’re too sore to lift yourself enough for him to slip out.

But Burt doesn’t seem to mind. He pets a heavy hand over your side, looking up at you through half-lidded, content eyes.

“How’d you like to watch the kids again next week?”

[forlorn-crows]

people are so weird about dewdrop so often, like it’s fine to make him like femme stuff and yeah he’s small but so many are like MY UWU BOY SO SOFT like let him live bro!! he’s messy and weird and neurotic and mean! it esp makes me upset when people do that and then hc him as trans, because it feels really obvious that they’re still stuck in the “all trans men are soft bois” phase. there’s a lot of really good dew forcedfem and dew trans stuff, but I feel like if you’re ONLY writing dew like that, maybe you should re-examine why you automatically hc the short, long haired guy as the feminine and trans one. anyways sorry for the rant, ghouls are genderfuck anyways, trans princess mountain supremacy

i know there was a post circulating about this topic a little while ago. and i know there were some good takes and some . . . not so good takes lmao.

there is definitely a boundary between sexualization and appreciation. some people dont know that line. and, like youve mentioned, some people have biases and stereotypes about thin androgynous trans men that dont ever really . . . expand beyond that point. youre absolutely right that if that is seriously the only way you write 'trans dew' (i say this in quotes really bc i think ghouls have a different idea about gender as a whole, but this conversation, like fat female characters, tends to go beyond just ghost when we have it) then i think taking a step back and asking why that is, is important.

like i mentioned earlier, while its okay to have aspects about your characters that are stereotypical, they have to be balanced and incorporated into things that go beyond sexual actions/identity. or what a person is to other people. bc ive read some totally hot, totally well-rounded stuff with forcefem trans bottom dew, like you said. but it can def get repetitive (and a lil sus) if thats literally all someone writes.

bc big, strong ghouls can have cunts too. tiny feminine ghoulettes can have dicks. these are opposite ends of the spectrum kind of examples, but you get the idea. and again, thats not to say 'oh well if people are saying only this kind of trans ghoul gets written, then i need to go the complete opposite direction and write them the other way!' cause like. gender has nuances and has nothing to do with personality, you feel? can the way you express your gender have to do with personality? yes. but yeah, they dont dictate each other.

and, as a cis person, my advice about trans ghouls in general is you should know the hard lines not to write. and you shouldnt act like you know everything. especially when it comes to transitioning, hormones, surgeries, etc. i hope i dont come across that way, and its why i dont ever explore those aspects in my writing. i dont have the experience (and again, i think it works differently as ghouls but i digress)

BUT. everyone has different experiences regardless of body type and whatever junk you got. thus, everyone can feel differently about the way a trans character is portrayed. some people are like 'hell no i dont want to read about any P in V sex' and others are like 'literally give me every dick in the vicinity'. you know? theres a lot of fluidity (hah) to explore, and i dont think one should be discouraged in writing 'trans' ghouls even if they're cis. take valid criticisms when necessary and needed, but like. they're hellbeasts. they arent human anyway haha. i would like more monster aspects, personally (tentacles anyone?)

and yes, i support the trans princess mountain agenda, please continue to spread it hahaha

[cat-of-starlight]

Oh my Goodness! Jacq is one of my favorites too! If you do not mind, could you do the Blorbo Character Sheet for him? And Cilan too if that is not too much to ask; I am interested to see your opinions on him since he’s 50/50 with the fandom who watched the anime.

My boys,,,, (Sorry this took so long, the holidays happened!!)

Gonna talk about each as I go because I Lov them <3 (and the energies they both give are similar but different so they need their own sections)

Ok, starting with Jacq-

Sweet boy, I LOV- As I’ve jokingly said to friends of mine “I like my men sweet, slightly fruity, and clearly neurodivergent” he fits all three of those boxes so well, and I actually get to bother him ingame, which is a plus.

Literally, he is the main reason I am completing my Pokédex… I am less than 10 Pokémon away.. what have I become?? The things I do for the sweet characters I enjoy 🥺💜

-Cracks knuckles- I’m SO glad you mentioned the fandom perception of him because BOY HOWDY

Generally, I love him for most of the same reasons as Jacq, but let’s talk anime specific things about him , since unlike Violet, I can’t play Black to go bother him because no content 😔

I’ll admit, the initial reason I was drawn to him was his VA (I mean look at my icon, of course I fell for the character w/ the same VA as my 1st childhood hyperfixation), but as I kept watching, I LOVED how passionate he was about everything. At the time I was watching, I was still young and had no personal concept of what neurodivergence even was, and to see a character be SO passionate about things in such a way, it excited me- it was nice to see a character who at did something like me, if even just a little-

So FURTHERMORE, it was HEARTBREAKING to see how the damn cast (and the fandom on top of that) treated him!! Let!! Him!! Talk!! About food and trains!! Let my boy hyperfixate in PEACE!!

I remember specifically being heartbroken about how there was a moment where they were around, which generic protag girl was it, I think Dawn (idk I didn’t watch every season, and some I watched when I was very little so I don’t remember), but Cilan was trying SO hard to be helpful/also hyperfixating, and the cast basically went “lmao don’t care” and the next scene cuts to him looking sad and rejected in the corner, like HELLO??

Fun fact/side tangent about another character in that season which is related to this- A lot of people love various versions of Iris because uwu cute dragon trainer girl or something, but the way she treats Cilan in the anime made me HATE her in every media. Also I don’t put Axews in my party ever because they make me think of that tiny annoyance

Anyway, I definitely encountered him at a pivotal point in my life and I WISH he was treated better by the cast and fanbase

[hopelesslonelyghost]

Trouble

the bad batch x reader (except crosshair sorry)

warnings// spoilers for episode 13, mentions of slavery (once), tiny bit of angst (you gotta really squint), fluff, not beta read

author’s note// I wrote this on a whim because this new episode stirred something in me. Seeing the boys being so protective over Omega made me go uwu. Starts off canon but I put my own twist in it because I can >:)

“Are you sure they’re gone?” you asked, looking around nervously.

Cid waved her hand, “Bolo and Ketch said the Pykes already came for Roland.”

You sighed, not quite catching what else she said. You didn’t like this. Walking into the trandoshan’s parlor, you were met by the Pykes shoving out a cuffed Roland.

You cursed under your breath. A hand was placed on your shoulder and you looked up at Echo, who gave it a quick, reassuring squeeze.

You smiled and turned your attention back to what was unfolding, “It has come to my attention that you have stolen our shipment of spice.”

You grew more and more uneasy. You reached for Omega, tugging her securely to your side. She gripped onto your jumpsuit.

“Kill them all.” Gasping you stepped in front of Omega.

“Wait!” Hunter stepped up. Breath hitching, you watched as he stepped towards the Pykes. “We don’t have the spice on us, but we know where it is.”

“My patience is wearing very thin,” their leader threatened, “If you know where the spice is, then you should have no problem retrieving it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. You all barely made it out of the mines unscathed. Whatever those bugs were, they were NOT friendly and you certainly didn’t want to go back.

“Until you do, the child and the girl stay here.”

Your eyes widened. “What?!” you squeaked out. You pushed the child behind you, before Wrecker placed himself in front of you both. Echo and Tech joined him. Acting as a barrier, all four men drew blasters, pointed them at the Pykes.

Maker, you loved them, but sometimes they didn’t know just who they were up against.

“Not happening.”

“You misunderstand, this is not a negotiation.”

You got distracted, too enthralled at what was happening in front of you, that you hadn’t noticed their guards sneak up behind you.

Yanking you away from the batch, you yelped. Another grabbed Omega and they pointed their blaster at her head. You, too, felt the cold metal press up against your temple.

All eyes were on you, “Let them go!”

“I will once you’ve brought back what’s ours.” The alien turned to you, “Cuff them.”

You struggle against the guard’s arms, but eventually your hands are forced behind your back and you’re being shoved to the ground, Omega following suit.

You look up and toss your boys a small smile, “Go. We’ll be fine.”

Wrecker grumbled, “I don’t like this!”

You made eye contact with Hunter and nodded, “ Go. I promise we’ll be okay.”

With that, they made their way to the exit, but not before Tech turned around, gave you and Omega a once over and sighed, “We’ll be back for you.”

You grinned, “Counting on it.”

—————

You’re starting to think you’d prefer getting blasted. Roland has not stopped whining and your arms are starting to cramp.

“Where are they?! They should be back by now.”

That’s it.

You growl and turn to him, “Can you just shut up?! For five minutes!”

His eyebrows rose up, before his face twisted into a snarl, “You’re lucky I haven’t turned you over to be their slave.”

You huffed and turned back to Omega.

Her eyes wide and full of fear, “He won’t do that, will he?”

Softening your posture, you gave her a little shoulder shove, “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. Besides, I’m sure you and your brothers wouldn’t let me be gone for too long.”

—————

They were back and you’ve never been happier. Sighing in relief as the cuffs were released, you squeaked as you were shoved towards Wrecker, who caught you before you could fall.

You glared at the Pyke’s guards but winced when you went to rub your wrists. They were red and chaffed and just beginning to sting.

“Ouch.”

“Let me take a look.” You worked up at Tech’s voice and let him inspect your wrists. Looking up, you barely managed to catch him clenching his jaw, before he tsked.

“Good news is this is nothing bacta patches can’t fix.”

You sighed and watched him walk away and climb into the Marauder .

“Are you okay?”

Turning to Echo, you smiled and nodded, “I am now that I’m back with you guys.”

He sighed and ran a hand down his face, “We never should have left you with them.”

You cupped his face, tilting his face to look at yours, “You didn’t have a choice. What matters now is that Omega and I are back and we weren’t harmed.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, turning to Wrecker who also looked like a kicked puppy.

“Come here you.” You gripped his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“I’ve got the supplies ready.”

“Let’s get to work then.”

—————

“There, all done.”

Before Tech could turn away, you grabbed his forearm and dragged him back to you.

You smashed your lips against him. As quickly as it happened, you pulled away.

“Thank you.”

His cheeks now bright red made you giggle. “I don’t recall you doing that to Echo and Wrecker.”

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t because we had company. And seeing as they ran off after Cid announced free drinks, they’ll just have to wait their turn.”

“Free drinks you say?”

“Oh dear.”

—————

“Is it my turn?”

You spun around, “Your turn?”

Hunter crossed his arms, “My kiss?”

You tried to peek behind him. As if reading your mind, he answered, “She left with Tech.”

Sighing, you opened your arms, “Well then, I’m all yours.”

In two quick strides Hunter was on you, engulfing you in a tight hug, “I was so worried, cyare .”

“Oh Hunter. Dark and broody on the outside but you have a heart of gold.”

He squeezed you, and you swore your ribs groaned.

Pulling back enough to see his face, you traced his tattoo with your thumb.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Omega told me what Roland said.”

You winced internally, “I was hoping she wouldn’t bring it up.”

Hunter cocked an eyebrow, giving you a stern look, “Why’s that?”

Suddenly his bandana was very interesting, “I didn’t want to worry you.” You focused on his eyes, “It was an empty threat. I know one when I hear one.”

His hand made its way behind your neck, bringing you close enough to rest his forehead on yours, “I won’t let anyone take either of you away. Not while I live.”

You laughed softly, “You sap,” licking your lips, you curled your fingers under his chin, “Now, about that kiss…”

—————

cont. author’s note// I want to make this a one shot series. I LOVE the Bad Batch. I sat through the Clone Wars just so that I could start TBB. This “unexperienced man/men adopts child(ren)” trope is my SHIT and I eat it up every time. I don’t know yet if I’ll give reader a nickname (I won’t be using y/n bc no) but I also don’t know yet what reader’s role is in the batch. I could easily say they’re the medic or a mechanic but Tech has that covered (so does Echo, he did inject Wrecker with something in episode two I believe)

*sigh* We’ll see, for now their role is unknown.

Also, I will be switching up between making reader use she/her and they/them pronouns. But I will make it known now that reader is AFAB. Lastly, reader is in a poly relationship with them. I HAD to jump on this wagon bc I love it. Reader is a parent figure to Omega :)

[nhinxsworld]

Love languages of Toge Inumaki

Toge Inumaki x reader uwu

my list

after I did Toji I just had to do Inumaki 🥰🥰

I feel like Toge would be one of the loveliest men to date in JJK. He may not be able to speak, but I think he can convey it in many other ways, even if he comes of as shy.

He feels like a fun individual, after you get to know him just a tiny little bit better.

I won't be listing, what his biggest or weakest love language are since I feel like he is very well-balanced.

Starting of with words of affirmation, yep he can't talk himself since it would endanger both him and you, but I feel like he is a very soft boy, who would write letters to you.

Sometimes you wake up with a paper tugged underneath your dorm door with a cute onigiri character drawn on, and you already know who it's from.

Toge likes to write down his feelings for you and everything he wanted to tell you but couldn't. Sometimes when he feels like you're having a bad day you'll receive one of those letters with sweet words of affirmation and encouragement.

Every letter is signed with a cute I love you in the end and every letter is stored neatly in your drawer for when you miss him.

He likes to slip little notes in your stuff too, yes it's cheesy, but he can't talk, and he loves the way you blush when you find one of his notes.

Megumi said he is pretty swift, so don't be surprised when there is suddenly a sticky note on your back, and you don't notice till the end of the day.

He can't tease you verbally, so he'll just do it like that!

Physical touch is definitely important to him, since the time you're with him, he doesn't talk too much, and he doesn't like writing or typing when he is around people. So when it's just you two he likes to be close to you and convey his feelings in warmth and touch.

He doesn't seem like he'd be into PDA, but he isn't opposed to holding your hand in public. He seems like the guy to give you a quick peek too when he is feeling playfully. Its either just for fun or to tease you so he can see you blush.

Seems like a pretty cuddly guy you can lean on, he'll brush through your hair too, when he feels soft. Probably pokes you for fun and plays with your hair alot, it seems you hair is softer than Pandas, so he adores it.

Gets super shy when you take initiative by pulling down his neck zipper to kiss him, panicked onigiri noises.

Please play with his hair, unlike his freshman years his hair isn't spiky anymore, it's very soft. He doesn't style it up to appear taller anymore, he has embraced his height.

He doesn't seem very big on gifts kind of guy, probably would attach candy to his letters, if you're into sweets. Other than that I don't think he'd get you like super random gifts every day, maybe when he's been away for long because of a mission, or for birthdays, Christmas and stuff. Otherwise, no I don't think so, unless he is getting food then he'll always be considered of you. Either messaged you, if you want something or he will just get something.

A quality time with him, is probably super fun. He seems like a very silly guy, if you have 'girly' clothes he'd definitely would want to try them on, please do his hair too.

Just you and him time, giggling away.

He can be super cute and a little bit childish at times, but hey he grew up with his family's inherited curse technique he probably struggled just a bit during his time as child as he wasn't like other children. Please indulge him and play with him now and then, it's worth it to see him smile, I promise. Toge has this boyish charm, a very innocent charm at times that shines when he is feeling silly.

Wouldn't mind a single bit to listen to you rant, may you be excited about something or upset, he'll listen and share his feelings too.

He is really kind-hearted, he'll be concerned about you sometimes, but doesn't know what to do or how to help at times, so it makes him very happy when you come to him first. He'll listen, and he'll do his absolute best to be there for you, make you feel loved and save.

For acts of service, he just seems like the kind of guy who would just help you. You don't even need to ask him, he'll just come along and do it with you. He doesn't ask if you need help either, he is there, and he will help.

You're carrying stuff? He'll take some of you, he is stronger than he looks.

You're cooking? He'll just pick up a knife to help or washes the stuff that needs to be washed.

Just anything in general, he'll be there to help you :)

Overall a very cute lover, very caring and attentive. There might be some difficulties, but he is calm about it, and they're resolved rather quickly, he doesn't like to just leave with an argument still open. Before he goes to bed whatever conflict you two have needs to be resolved, or he won't sleep at all.

[shushiyuii]

if you're doing requests, than can I possibly ask for some G!revivebur and t!tommy hurt/comfort? (with soft noms involved if thats okay)

hope you're doing well today and i love your writing too

Thank you so much! I'm glad you love my writings! mwkdakdn and I've actually had a great day today! So thank you for asking! (Also of course noms are okay uwu)

Warnings: Soft vore, mentions of death and torment of a tiny

Words: 1.1K+

His train had finally arrived…

Meanwhile, Tommy was working on his base, being a borrower, it wasn’t quite as easy as you wish to get the materials needed.

He was exhausted from mining all day and now he just had to organise his chests, which was just another annoying task. Tommy huffed in annoyance at this, at least he had enough minerals to last him ages.

He hated organising his chests but if he did it would at least be easier to find things, as to why he was doing this millennial task.

Chest after chest, block after block, ore after ore. It was finally almost done. Just a couple more to go, he went over to another chest and found some… interesting things… It held his old L’manburg uniform and his flag, things he put away after Wilbur had well, died.

He picked up his old uniform and noticed something strange on it, it was stained with blue, covered in stitches. Alarmed he began to examine the uniform and there fell out a note, from Ghostbur.

“Hey, Tommy! I came to borrow some things and noticed your old uniform! I fixed it up for you! I know you said not to go through your stuff, but I figured you’d like it!” – Ghostbur

He huffed as the note itself was covered in blue, Ghostbur had a tendency of leaking his blue everywhere, It couldn’t be helped…’. He looked down and saw water beginning to seep at the pages, he wiped at his eyes.

He wasn’t going to cry! He was Tommy Danger Kraken Innit! A man! And men don’t cry!

It wasn’t his fault! It was Sam’s! He didn’t let him protect Ghostbur! It could’ve been stopped and now the only remnant of his brother is gone.

Gone to the afterlife, once and for all. Maybe his symphony could finally be at peace with everything being gone now, he could move on…

Little did he know that wouldn’t quite be the case as a thing popped right into his face, much to his hate and surprise…

‘Wilbur Soot has joined the game’.

He couldn’t be back, Dream really didn’t revive him right?! Wasn’t revival supposed to be immediate?! Whatever exhaustion was trying to take over his body was gone as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He immediately booked it through his door towards L’manburg.

His vision went from black to clear, he fiddled with his hands, finally becoming aware of his surroundings, the blue and gold catching his eyes with a torn L’manburg flag, with the crater in front of him. He pinched his arm to make sure he wasn’t going crazy, and he wasn’t!

He was alive again with blood rushing through his newly revived veins! He was alive again! Dream his hero! He had really been brought back! He could feel his excitement jolting every part of his body, so many things to do and see, so many things to make amends for!...

Panic filled with thoughts rushed through his head, what would the others think? Oh god, back when he was dead himself, he remembered how Wilbur was… This is practically going to be doomsday all over again if he didn’t stop it.

He had never run so fast before, not even in the war. It seemed his body agreed with him this once that this was very very bad. And it wasn’t going to be an easy trip for the borrower. Every hole he jumped over, and soon L’manburg came into his view.

His fingers twitched, not used to being able to function. He could feel bruises over his body and particularly felt an aching pain from his chest, probably some remnant from the stab wound, but that wasn’t going to stop him out, now that he was finally free.

He breathed in the fresh air, taking a deep breath, and filling his lungs as much as he could. How he missed being able, you learnt to appreciate such things.

He closed his eyes in a sort of relief, happy, satisfied but this was only the beginning.

“Wilbur!”, he heard a voice, a familiar one. One he hadn’t heard in a while; he knew he was close not far. He was used to having to keep an ear out for the borrower, he was just surprised at himself he wasn’t rusty.

He turned around to see a small figure approaching, seeming to run with all they had, wow, Tommy must’ve really missed him!

Soon, Tommy was just a couple of meters away from Wilbur. Not one of them talked at first, “Hey Tommy! I missed you!”. Tommy’s expression turned somewhat dark, upset, grim. He titled his head in confusion and crouched down as much as he could.

“You shouldn’t be here.”, Wilbur snorted slightly, then turned to giggles and those giggles turned to psychotic laughter as he processed the point that Tommy just brought up, he wasn’t supposed to be here? “I’m not supposed to be here Tommy? What about you?”.

No answer came, he laughed again, “Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.”. He brought a finger to Tommy’s face, gently squishing it. “Listen, I spent 13 and a half, 13 and a half years! IN THAT GOD DAMN HELL!”. The gentleness faded as he increased pressure on Tommy, causing Tommy to fall over from under the pressure and try to fight back.

The pressure lightened as he removed his hand, he was about to speak when he saw Tommy back away from him, he was confused for a minute.

But whatever it was, Tommy was mumbling and crying, flinching whenever he made a small movement. Usually, Tommy would be fighting back right now?

He put any other thoughts he had aside, “Tommy, what’s wrong?”. Sure, he might be cruel sometimes but that never stopped his older brother instincts. The boy cried louder. He cupped the boy into his hands and brought him closer to his face.

“Tommy, I’m here, what’s wrong?”, “I-, You-, Dream-, Can’t, S-scared”. He hushed the boy and nuzzled him, he flinched at first but soon reluctantly gave into the contact. It was clear to him that Tommy had changed drastically, more than he thought, he was traumatised. Who dared to hurt his little brother?

“Tommy, who?”, “Huh?”, “Who did it?”. He sniffled, “D-dream”. His eyes widened suddenly, a vision flashed of a tiny Tommy caught in an explosion, a memory from Ghostbur. He remained silent.

Without a word, he brought Tommy close to his mouth, gently placing him in. Tommy flinched as he was placed on his brother’s tongue, “W-Wil?”, “You’re safe”. He mumbled as he moved his tongue to coat Tommy, which then lead to tilting his head back and swallowing.

He traced his brother's descent with his finger, and soon felt him land in his stomach, he waited for his little brother to get tucked in and fall asleep, to which he did. Then he decided that he’d keep Tommy in there for a while, where he’d be safe.

[luxekook]

zero gravity ✰ namseok

✰ pairing: namjoon x hoseok x reader

✰ genre: space au, f2l, angst, smut, slight crack & fluff

✰ summary: being the captain of a spacecraft is all fun and games until the only two others on board start hooking up and you start falling for both of them. it’s only natural that you act out - just a little

✰ word count: 11k+

✰ warnings: 18+, pre-established namseok relationship, mentions of throbbing disco sticks, jealousy, an unintentional viewing of dick pics, dom/sub themes (bratty sub!reader, dom!joon, switch!hobi), a bdsm club (reader watches a scene), grinding ft. jooheon from monsta x, smut (slight voyeurism, mxm, manhandling, spanking, threesome, unprotected sex (wrap it), oral (m + f receiving), double penetration, slight breeding kink)

✰ beta’d by: phia @meowxyoong​ | ✰ banner by: rose @jeonggukingdom​

✰ commissioned by: THE LOML ATLAS @miamorjoon​ I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS UWU

The blinking lights from the monitors adorning the walls of the control room of your ship - The Imperial Kween - illuminate your path as you make your way towards the navigation deck. It isn’t like you to be awake at this hour; you’re usually sound asleep by 0100, tucked snugly in your soft bed within your cozy captain’s quarters. Yet, here you are at 0300 after a late night of binging Tron and Agnate Plus Eight (Tentacles). 

As captain of the Kween, you are perhaps a tad bit overprotective of both your ship and your crew. You had won your ship some moons ago when you were on Xyreus - the lawless planet of the Huvian System. You had been on the run, having just recently fled the Space Force Academy where you had been a rising captain.

The Academy had seemingly been your only option as an orphan. Your years there had been heavy with intense physical, mental, and intellectual training. The strict regimen enforced by your commanders had almost crushed your spirit. Almost.

Instead, your path had crossed with Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon. They had been assigned to you in your last month with the Academy when you rose high enough in the rankings to begin training for captaincy. You had been designated as their tentative captain with Hoseok as your pilot and Namjoon as your first officer. Upon meeting them, you had been the perfect captain that your superiors had wanted you to be - cold, callous, calculating. 

But then you had grown to like the boys. Actually, it had more so been that they had forced you to like them. With the two of them surrounding you day in and day out, your walls had crumbled. Hoseok taught you how to be happy again, how to see joy in the little things, and how to share that joy with others. Namjoon made you see other options, futures separate from the rigidity that had been the only life you knew. 

It hadn’t been until you caught them whispering about wanting to leave the Academy that you realized that could be a possibility. And then that possibility became all you could think about. You had hacked into the Academy archives, taken inventory of the ships in the cargo bay, and carefully extracted information from your commanders. 

What you had found was not pretty. Yet, it had also been strangely unsurprising. Perhaps you had always known the Academy was built on corruption and oppressive tactics. Perhaps you had subconsciously chosen to ignore it until you couldn’t anymore - not when such pure souls like Hoseok and Namjoon had relied on you and still do.

You had laid out your plans to Hoseok and Namjoon at the last possible second, protecting them from anything incriminating until the end. Your heart had burst when they dropped everything, choosing to follow you, to stay with you, to trust you. You think that had been when you first knew you loved them.

Sneaking out had been easy. You had been scoping out a small ship in the cargo hold, tinkering with its systems to get it set up for your escape. The hard part had been staying out. You, Namjoon, and Hoseok had barely breathed sighs of relief before you had Space Force officers tailing you. While Hoseok worked on evading their grasp, you and Namjoon had decided to direct your course to Xyreus to ditch your stolen ship and to negate any authority the Academy might try to push on you.

The three of you had spent a year on Xyreus, trading the parts from your Academy ship for a tiny apartment. The Academy eventually had lost interest in you all, probably replacing you easily. You had obtained freedom by the pen of a freelance forger who constructed new identification cards for you and your crew. And you had won your ship.

It had been a particularly eventful night. Hoseok and Namjoon had dragged you out of your apartment and to the Snake’s Den - a particularly popular club within Xyreus’ gambling district. The boys had really been into the fight scene and the rapid betting that accompanied it. You, however, had found your place amongst the card players. Your game of choice back then had been and still is Queen’s Revenge - a vicious game of strategy and deceit. 

Amidst the haze of the club, you had located your people, settling into the crowded booth of players. Soon enough, you had picked your victim, a loud, obnoxious fellow from Gwexion who would not shut up about his ship. “She flies faster than any ship you’ll ever see!” He had cried, thrusting his stein of Xybrew in the air, “And she can vanish without a trace with the flick of a switch!”

You had wanted that ship. And you had gotten it.

About two hours after sitting at the table, you had made your move. “My ship for yours,” You had wagered, taking advantage of a lull in the conversation. The rest of the booth had laughed, only seeing you for your gender. Twenty minutes later, there hadn't been a sound other than the sobs of the man from Gwexion and the jingle of the ship’s control keys in your hand.

Hoseok and Namjoon had berated you for hours about your recklessness of wagering a ship you didn't have. You hadn’t cared; you had known you would win and finally be able to fly. The three of you had sold your apartment the next day, boarded your ship, and flew off. You haven’t looked back since. 

Now, two years later, you’ve made quite a name for yourself across the galaxies as a mercenary of sorts. Your trade of choice? Information. 

If something is going on in space, you’re likely to know about it; and, you’ll make people pay for that information to be shared or to be kept quiet. As captain of the Kween, you’re in charge of keeping the ship running - and that includes earning a profit.

Hoseok and Namjoon aren’t too fond of your enterprise of information because it often puts you all in danger. You can’t fault them for that. You know this venture is tricky, but it's also very lucrative and it often results in you screwing over bad people. So, you take that as a win.

You arrive at the navigation deck and sigh in disappointment at the absence of Hoseok who sometimes monitors the flight course during the night. Instead, you activate your ship’s Responsive Electronic Environmental Systems Engine - simply called R.E.E.S.E. for short. “Hey, R.E.E.S.E. Status report, please.”

“Hello, Captain (y/n). It is my esteemed honor to deliver a status update to you at this hour. I have been getting so lonely, you see. Usually Pilot Hoseok stays up with me, but tonight he has abandoned me for—”

“R.E.E.S.E.!” You groan. This is typical R.E.E.S.E., going off about something trivial in a dramatic fashion.

“Oh my. I have done it again. My apologies, Captain (y/n). All systems operating as normal. Shields activated and secure. Navigation set on nightly autopilot course.”

“Thank you, R.E.E.S.E.” You gaze out of the front windows for a moment; the view never gets old. Countless stars surround you with planets of every color scattered in between. Sometimes, you would see an occasional ship passing by, but right now there is not one to be seen. 

You deactivate R.E.E.S.E. and head back to your captain’s quarters. Walking through the control room once more, you pass through the common quarters and finally enter the hallway containing your shared bathroom, both Hoseok and Namjoon’s respective quarters, and then your own at the end. The hallway is dim, illuminated only by the slight glow of the floor beneath you. 

You move slowly, careful not to wake either of the boys.

And then you hear it.

Your first thought is porn as you pause in your tracks, standing stock still as the sounds of muffled groans and slapped skin seep through the sliver of space under the metal door leading to Hoseok’s quarters. Is he really jerking it right now, you think as you shamelessly creep closer to get a better idea of whatever - or whoever - is going down right now.

“Fuck, give it to me harder.”

Yup, that’s Hoseok all right. You place your palm on his door, dirty visuals racing through your mind. Who is he imagining? What you wouldn’t give for him to be thinking of you...

“Oh yeah, I’ll fucking give it to you hard, baby. Just how I know you like it.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you slap your palm over your mouth. Holy shit. Holy fuck. Holy hell in a handbasket. That’s Namjoon. Namjoon is there with Hoseok, fucking Hoseok.

Your imagination goes wild - as do your heart and your thoughts. How long has this been going on? How have you missed this? Are you that oblivious? Or are they just that good at hiding their relationship? Why haven’t they told you? Do they not trust you as much as they say they do? Do they think you won’t accept them if you knew?

It’s those final thoughts that hurt the most.

How is it possible that you know the intricate plans of an uprising occurring on a planet light years away, but you don’t know your only two crew members are hooking up?

You somehow manage to soundlessly continue down the corridor to your quarters. How does someone respond to overhearing the two men that you’re desperately in love with having sex? And just steps away from you at that?

All of your training never prepared you for this moment. You sit in your empty bed, gazing out the large window that takes up the majority of your quarters’ back wall. Emotions roll over you like waves. Arousal. Grief. Shame. Longing. 

It isn’t that you are upset at them for being with one another. If anyone in the galaxies deserves love, it is Hoseok and Namjoon. You are more upset with yourself for naively thinking that they might have had feelings for you, that they might have loved you back.

There had been that fateful night at a bar on Xyreus when the three of you had gotten just a little too drunk on Xybrew and had fooled around. You still remember the feeling of Hoseok grinding into you on the bar’s tiny dance floor, his hands wandering across your body, driving you insane. You still remember the taste of Namjoon’s lips as he pushed you up against the wall of the small alley behind the bar, his fingers digging into your ass as he pushed his hips into yours. You still remember how Hoseok watched you with fire in his eyes as Namjoon sunk to his knees and—

Fuck, you can’t go there. You can’t revisit that memory because it only ends in disappointment. 

“A drunken mistake,” They had called it the next morning before you could get a word in edgewise. “A threat to our crew’s dynamic.”

What a joke. It turns out that their only regret must have been including you. 

Your mind wanders to all of the small moments over the past few years. The hugs, the tender looks, the things that had made you question whether they actually felt more for you after all turned out to be just signs of friendship.

With all these thoughts heavy in your mind, you eventually fall into a restless sleep.

The next morning comes all too soon as you find yourself going through the motions of everyday life with much less enthusiasm than normal. You’re drained, both from your lack of sleep and from the onslaught of emotions that still riddled your body.

And so when Hoseok greets you in the ship’s kitchen with that beautiful smile of his, you can barely get your lips to even turn up slightly.

“(y/n), are you okay?” Hoseok’s eyebrows are drawn together and he looks concerned.

You sigh, grabbing the pot of coffee and pouring yourself a cup. “Yes, I’m fine, Hoseok. I just didn’t sleep very well,” You eventually answer him, refusing to meet his eyes and choosing instead to gaze into your coffee like it might tell you how to behave right now with the knowledge you gained last night.

Obviously, it does not. You only see your distorted reflection gleaming back at you from its brown depths.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hoseok pouts, making his way over to your side, “Is there anything I can do?”

You try in vain to ignore the affect his proximity has on you as you flick your eyes across his form. Hoseok is tall and lithe with delicate features and the most beautiful heart-shaped smile you’ve ever seen. Though he may look slight, you know the lean muscle that lies beneath his oversized t-shirts from the early mornings you catch him roaming around shirtless and half asleep. You have first hand knowledge of how well he can move that body from the late nights at the clubs on Xyreus. You know how well he f—

Nope, not today. Instead of going down that dangerous path, you choose to be the little shit that you are when you feel like you are at a loss. “You can share your secret on how to be so well rested, Hoseokie,” You say, your eyes laser-sharp on his expression, “You’re practically glowing this morning.”

Hoseok’s cheeks flood with color as he laughs lightly and replies with a slightly wistful look on his face, “Maybe someday, (y/n).” 

You let out an unamused huff, which only makes Hoseok laugh again. You glare at the happy boy and then stiffen as arms wrap around your waist, tugging you back against a warm body. “Morning, (y/n),” Namjoon murmurs into your hair, his fingers leaving a blazing heat on your skin as they drag across the swell of your hips. 

He turns your body around to face him, and you hesitantly bring your gaze up to his. God, he’s just as beautiful as Hoseok. Namjoon’s height had been the first thing that you noticed about him in the Academy. The second had been his dimples. You have been a goner for him ever since. 

Your eyes drift up past his strong thighs to his tapered waist, his toned chest, his tanned neck, and finally to rest on his warm brown eyes. “Hi,” He grins, those godforsaken dimples popping out to greet you, too.

“Hi,” You manage to reply, your heart constricting painfully in your chest.

Always too smart for his own good, Namjoon catches your mood immediately, “What’s wrong?”

“She didn’t sleep well,” Hoseok comes up next to Namjoon, throwing an arm around his shoulders. His frown is prominent as he stares down at you. Namjoon’s expression quickly matches Hoseok’s as he brings his hand to cup your chin, lifting your face up to look at you.

“Baby,” He murmurs, “Were you dreaming of that damned place again? I thought that had stopped for you.” 

You bristle under the weight of their inspections and from the pet name you now know means nothing. Namjoon is, of course, referring to your recurring nightmares from the Academy, and he is also inadvertently giving you the perfect excuse not to come clean about the real reason for your fitful night.

And so you nod as best you can with Namjoon’s hand cupping your chin, and the boys exchange a long look. Hoseok turns to you, “Go rest today. Namjoon and I can handle things. Okay, lovely?”

You turn away, forcing Namjoon to drop his hand. “I need to plan out a potential deal on Naroxu,” You mutter in disagreement, “I’ll be fine.”

“Naroxu?” Namjoon bites out, “(y/n), we talked about this.” You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Sometimes it feels like you're not the captain of your own ship. And it is exasperating.

“You know what?” You grab your coffee, brushing past the boys, “I think I will go rest after all. Don’t disturb me, okay?”

“But (y/n)—!” You leave them in your dust. Of course you should have realized they would have a problem with Naroxu. It’s a planet just as lawless as Xyreus, but it’s focus is more on the carnal sort of chaos. You aren’t unaware of the dangers that lay within the pleasures on Naroxu; you’re just unfazed by them.

Apparently, Namjoon and Hoseok feel differently. Your boys can argue with you about anything in the name of “safety”. You’ll definitely need to make certain that you’ll have a foolproof plan which leaves them with no room to argue. But, that is a bridge you shall cross another day...

A few days later, you realize that you definitely must have been oblivious to the relationship occurring right under your nose. There are signs of it everywhere - in the way they speak to one another, in the way their eyes linger, in the way their hands brush as they pass each other by.

You have not dared to venture out of your quarters late at night ever since that fateful discovery, but that doesn’t help. Your thoughts are constantly plagued by the sounds of their desire, their intimacy. Your mind conjures images that you can’t forget. You crave that. You want to be part of that passion with a desperation you have never felt before.

And so, you have accordingly descended into internal chaos, choosing to throw yourself into your plans instead of joking around with Namjoon and Hoseok in the common quarters like you usually do in your spare time.

They know something is up. It’s not like you haven’t spent almost three full years together. Knowing each others’ tendencies and habits is second nature. Well, clearly that knowledge has excluded intimate relationships - at least for you. 

The tip of your pencil snaps under the strength of your grip; and, when you look down to assess the damage, you sigh. All you have written down so far is: “Plan A: Go with Joon and Hobi. Plan B: Go without Joon and Hobi if they don’t like Plan A.”

Pushing your desk chair back, you stand and stretch out slightly. The rest of the logistics for the meeting are set. Now comes the hard part - convincing the boys to come along. It’s not that you can’t go alone; it’s that you feel better knowing you have two people watching your back, no matter how frustrating they might be.

Walking out of your quarters, you make your way towards the sounds of laughter and low voices coming from the control room.

“We really do have to tell her soon, Hobi.” You hear Namjoon say as you draw closer. Are they talking about you?

“I know, Joon. I’m just scared. I don’t want to lose her friendship.” Hoseok’s voice is small, barely above a whisper.

“You won’t, baby. Just think of how free we’ll be to share our love…” Your ears strain to hear them now, even as you get closer.

“...Leaving her.”

Your feet stop in their tracks. Leaving? Are they really thinking of leaving you? Your body sags against the wall, sliding to the floor. What would you do without them?

You guess you could recruit a new crew, but no one could replace Hoseok and Namjoon. Not when they’ve been with you through everything. Not when they’ve accepted you for who you are. Not when they’ve become your life.

You allow yourself to sit for a moment. And then you collect yourself, shoving your useless emotions down to the pit of your stomach. You just need to move forward and enjoy every last second with your boys before they go. Because they would leave you, and you would let them go because you love them.

Standing, you make sure to make louder footfalls then normal to alert Hoseok and Namjoon of your incoming presence. Sure enough, the minute you step into the control room Hoseok tackles you in a hug.

“(y/n)!” He picks you up and swings you around, “I’ve missed you, lovely!”

You laugh despite your lungs being constricted by his tight embrace, “I saw you last night at dinner, you fool.”

Hoseok sets you down and jokingly pouts down at you, “But that was so long ago! You left me all alone with this one.” He juts his thumb out at Namjoon, “And you know how he can get.”

“Not as well as you,” You mumble under your breath.

“What was that?” Namjoon narrows his eyes, focused on you from his nearby stance leaning against the wall. His arms are crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his dark t-shirt straining against his biceps.

“Nothing,” You smile sweetly at him. “Hi, Joon, nice to see you, too.” 

Namjoon stares at you for a moment more and then sighs. Walking over to you, he pulls you close, “It is really nice to see you, baby.” That blasted nickname is going to lower you into an early grave. Indulging yourself with a short hug from Joon, you pull back and decide it's time to get down to business.

“Alright, let’s go over the plan for Naroxu.”

“(y/n)!” Namjoon shoves a hand through his hair, “I thought we scrapped that idea. That planet is on our ‘no-go’ list!”

“Naroxu is dangerous, lovely,” Hoseok’s wide eyes bore into you, “Please think this through.”

“You scrapped the idea,” You say to Namjoon, “I kept it. Besides, that ‘no-go’ list was all you and Hoseok.” Turning to the boy you just named, you continue, “And I have thought this through. Extensively, Hobi. Don’t worry. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself, okay?”

You can tell they are getting pissed; but honestly, so are you. 

“We know you’re a ‘big girl’.” You do not appreciate Hoseok’s use of air quotes, but you allow him to continue because you’re gracious like that. “But there are tons of bad people on Naroxu who would love to chew you up and spit you out - physically and metaphorically speaking.”

“Gross, Hobi,” You scoff. “And before you both cast judgement, why don’t you give me a chance to explain the plan? You don’t even know who I’ll be meeting for gods' sake.”

The boys exchange a glance. “Fine,” Namjoon bites out, “But this won’t change my mind.”

Obviously, you think to yourself. Trying to get Joon to change his mind is like trying to get R.E.E.S.E. to delete the overwhelming amount of data she has dedicated to some group of musicians from Earth. Impossible, but you would always try anyways.

“Okay, so the contact that I’m meeting on Naroxu is Joohoney—”

“What?!”

“Joohoney from Monsta X?!”

“Oh my gods, will you let me finish?” You roll your eyes to the ceiling and plead with any higher power to help you find patience, “Yes, Joohoney from the Monsta X clan. How many other people in the galaxies go by that name?”

Hoseok opens his mouth to answer, and you cut him off, “That was a rhetorical question, Hobi.” He blushes, bottom lip sticking out slightly. 

“Anyway, we’re going to be meeting up at this space BDSM type sex club called Throbbing Disco Sticks. I’ll tell Joohoney what he wants to know, he’ll pay me, and we’ll bounce. Got it?”

You get nothing but silence. Looking at them, you notice the tightness of Namjoon’s jaw and the darkness in Hoseok’s gaze. 

“Oh, now you want to be quiet?” You push them, “Well, you can both stay here. I made a separate plan to go alone so—”

“Not happening,” Joon grits out, moving closer to you. “We made a pact, (y/n). Or have you forgotten?”

“Together or never,” Hobi recites and you almost laugh. It’s absurd that they bring this up when they had just been talking about leaving.

“Fine,” You shrug, “Then we leave at 2200. Hope you have something tight to wear.” With that, you stalk out of the control room. Their shouts follow you.

“Tonight?!”

“(y/n)!”

You grin. Maybe this will be fun after all.

Update: it is not fun after all. You only have twenty minutes left to get ready and you’re panicking. You had just made the mistake of asking R.E.E.S.E. to bring up pictures of Throbbing Disco Sticks and immediately had regretted all of your life decisions.

Is that why they named that club what they did? You think both you and R.E.E.S.E. are scarred from the unexpected amount of male genitalia that the search produced. Only after you add the addition of ‘Naroxu club’ do you get the results you’re looking for - mostly. 

You had just wanted some guidance on what to wear. Instead, your thoughts are now full of images of chained leashes, silk ropes, and dark rooms with blinds raised to welcome an audience. You wonder what sort of things happen in rooms like that and if you’d ever get a chance to try those things out.

Your tablet beeps, alerting you of your upcoming meeting. Taking one last glance in the mirror, you assess the way your tight leather pants accentuate your body and your slightly sheer black crop top hints at your lack of bra underneath. Still, your outfit is missing something… You think it over as you tug on your pointy black steel-toed heels.

Ah, you stand and make your way over to your trusty jewelry drawer. Of course. Carefully pulling out your body chain from its place, you drape it around yourself. The chain clasps around your neck and then falls lower between your breasts, settling around your waist. The coldness of the metal causes you to shiver, but the way the crystals embedded in the silver glisten as you turn to admire your final outfit makes it worth it. 

You keep your makeup minimal - just a red lip and a slash of black eyeliner. You want to blend in, not make a statement.

Finally, you tuck the map outlining the information Joohoney wants into your back pocket. Any bag you might bring would be searched, so you can do without one.

You take one last calming breath and make your way down the hall to meet the boys. “Hoseok, Namjoon: Are you ready?” You call as you don’t see any sign of them out in the common quarters.

“Coming!” Hoseok’s voice calls back to you and then he emerges from his quarters. 

You have to use all of your might not to let your jaw drop. It seems like he also had searched up what to wear because he looks like he stepped right out of the pictures you had seen just a half hour ago.

Hoseok is wearing tight dark jeans tucked into black combat boots that buckle up to the middle of his calves. What he isn't wearing is a shirt. Instead, a deep red leather harness is strapped across his chest with a silver hoop in the middle.

Did he just have that harness lying around? Gods save you.

While you are busy ogling Hoseok, you fail to notice him doing the same to you - so much so that he doesn't move an inch from his spot until Namjoon bursts out of his own quarters and bumps right into him.

At this point, you begin to sweat because Namjoon looks just as lethal as Hoseok in his light jeans, a black leather thigh harness, and a completely see through tight mesh t-shirt. You watch as he fiddles with the two leather cuffs circling his wrists.

“Hoseok, what are you doing?” Namjoon scowls, dropping his hands to his hips. Hobi says nothing and just points in your direction.

“Why are you pointing at me?” You huff, “Don’t blame me for being an idiot and just standing there practically waiting to get hit.”

Namjoon stalks towards you, eyes blazing into you as he takes in your outfit. “Change,” He orders.

He’s giving you orders? A burst of heat flares within you that you try to classify as anger but fail miserably. 

“Don’t tell me what to do, Joon,” You fold your arms across your chest. Hoseok chokes as he comes up to stand next to Namjoon who is suddenly all up in your face.

“Go. Change.” Namjoon’s voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it.

“No.” You stand your ground. Why is he trying to dictate your clothing choices anyway? He’s not your father or your boyfriend - not that you’d let either of those people tell you what choices to make with your own body.

Namjoon turns to Hobi, who still hasn't uttered a word to you, and says lowly, “Go set the course to land on Naroxu.”

Hoseok practically runs off in the direction of the navigation deck. You gape after his fleeing figure and then turn back to face the fuming Namjoon.

“Listen,” You shove your finger into his admittedly toned chest, “I don’t know what has gotten into you, Kim. This outfit isn’t even that bad. Besides, you’ve seen me naked before. Remember?”

“You’re really going to ask me if I remember.” Namjoon’s face is inches from yours. His scent wraps around you and you have to collect yourself for a second. His eyes drop to your lips for a second so brief you believe you imagined it. “You’re really going to ask me that as if the image of your body isn’t burned into my memory and as if every single time I close my eyes I don’t see you.” Namjoon takes in a shaky breath, “And so, (y/n), I’m begging you. Please go change. Not for you, but for me. And for Hoseok.”

You’re at a loss as your brain scrambles to make sense of the words Namjoon just spoke. Okay, he does remember... So, is he mad that it happened? Or is he mad that it only happened once? Must be the first, you think. He has Hobi, after all.

“Maybe you two should stay back,” You suggest, patting Namjoon’s chest comfortingly, “Then you won’t have to look at me while I look like this. I’m sorry it brings up bad memories.”

Namjoon looks completely baffled, “What? What the hell are you talking about? Stop trying to get us to leave you alone!”

“Please,” You laugh without humor, “Like I have to try.”

This time, Namjoon just looks pissed. “Baby, that’s the second comment like that you’ve made today. And I’m getting the sense that you have something to say. So why don’t you just say it?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He is so onto you. 

Namjoon’s presence looms over you, making you feel so small. Your gaze drops to the floor, “I don’t have anything to say.”

“You’re lying. Hm, what a bad girl.” Your head snaps up, eyes wide as you try to slow the pounding of your heart and the increasing pressure between your thighs.

“Do you know what happens to bad girls, (y/n)?” Namjoon croons, eyes dark and locked on yours. You don’t even have the ability to respond, and so he just continues, “They get punished.”

A small whine bursts from your throat before you can stifle it back down. Namjoon’s smile in response is predatory.

“(y/n)! Namjoon! We’ve landed! Oh—” 

You and Namjoon turn to stare at Hoseok whose face shows a whole number of emotions in the blink of an eye. Hurt. Confusion. Lust?

All of a sudden, the ship feels too hot, and you need to get off. Ducking around Namjoon, you head towards the ship’s main door. You can hear them murmuring behind you, but you ignore them.

You need to get your shit together. It’s not good to get distracted on a job. It’s even worse to get distracted before said job even starts.

Practically punching the exit button, you tap your foot and wait for the door to open and the ramp to descend. 

“(y/n),” Hoseok calls to you, “Slow down! We need to talk to you!”

“No time,” You reply, stomping down the ship’s ramp. Barely taking a second to appreciate the beauty that is Naroxu, you power forward through the landing site. Ships of all kinds surround you. The night sky is a dark inky purple and Naroxu’s famed twin moons shimmer with swirls of silver. 

“Then make time!” Namjoon’s growly response sends a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with the crisp night air. You increase your pace, heading towards where you hear thumping music and peels of laughter and murmured conversation. 

“Namjoon, you of all people should know that’s against the laws of physics,” You retort as you finally burst through the end of the landing site and into the crowded street dotted with neon signs and vendors of all sorts. 

“She’s so infuriating!” You hear him spit out behind you to Hobi, and you can't help the smile that winds its way across your face. At least you aren’t alone in your anger.

Finding Throbbing Disco Sticks is the easiest part of your night. You simply follow what looks like cylindrical sticks of shimmering glass mirrors spinning from atop a building. There’s a line that winds its way from the club’s doors and down the block. You quickly realize that your outfit is on the conservative side and grimace. You settle for tying your crop top higher on your waist so it hits right below your breasts. This is the best you can do.

“(y/n)!” Hoseok gasps from beside you as he realizes what you’ve just done, “Why are you torturing us like this?”

“Not this again,” You groan and decide that - fuck it - you’re going to name drop to bypass the line. It’s totally tacky, but you’re desperate at this point. Ignoring the hecklers amongst those waiting, you come to a stop in front of the two burly bouncers who are clearly Naroxuin natives with beautiful lilac skin and curling silver horns.

“Can I help you, little lady?” The slightly taller one addresses you, and you immediately swoon at the depth of his voice as it flows off his tongue like chocolate. Damn these sexy Naroxuins…

��I’m meeting an old friend,” You flash them your best smile, “And he doesn’t like to be kept waiting. Would you be able to let us in?”

Blinking your wide eyes up at the two bouncers, you watch as they exchange a short glance and then turn back to you. “Who’s your friend?” The other bouncer asks you, his sharp eyes assessing your figure.

“Jooheon,” You say, shrugging, “He usually goes by Joohoney.”

Their eyes grow large. “We didn’t know Joohoney had a pet,” The first bouncer comments, eyes flicking over your form, “But then again, you are quite delicious, aren’t you?”

A hand slips around your waist and grips it firmly, while another settles on the small of your back.

“Oh, does Joohoney share?” The second bouncer grins, his eyes turning to crescent moons as he stares at the hand digging into your hip. “I never would have guessed. Keep me in mind, would you, pet?”

“Oh, shut it, Jimin,” The taller bouncer laughs, “Like she’d ever pick you over me.”

“Fuck off, Tae,” Jimin glares, stepping aside to let you through. “Have a nice night, pet. You know where to find me.”

“And me!” Tae calls, laughing again as Jimin shoves him. 

You move along, shaking your head at the oddity of that encounter.

“I thought you were supposed to be keeping a low profile!” Namjoon hisses over to you as soon as you’re out of earshot of the two bouncers.

“Yeah,” Hoseok mutters, “Flirting usually doesn’t fall under the category of ‘low profile’.”

“Oh my gods,” You tug out of their holds, “I barely said two words to them! And I didn’t realize that flirting at a sex club would be completely out of the ordinary. Wow, lock me up!”

“Don’t fucking tempt me.” Namjoon’s response is immediate. Your breath hitches as he corners you close, “Now, go finish your little mission and we’ll settle this back on the ship, baby. And, believe me, it will be settled.”

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. You watch as Namjoon tugs Hoseok further down the corridor towards the main club area. “We’ll be watching!” Hoseok calls over his shoulder and shoots you a look you’re not even sure you want to interpret. And you can’t - not when you have a meeting to attend.

After grabbing a non-potent drink from the bar, you make your way around the crowded club. The dance floor is packed full of people of all shapes, sizes, and skin tones. You even see a few Uyiths with their glowing gold skin in the far corner, practically providing light for their whole area. 

The majority of the clubbers here seem to be experienced in the lifestyle. Many are collared or are the ones leading the collared. Others are unclaimed and waiting to be approached or to approach. You, however, are just trying to not be propositioned for the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes.

“Well, aren’t you exquisite,” A low voice murmurs from your left.

“Not interested,” You say, sipping your drink and wishing you weren’t on a job so you could have something stronger.

“Your loss,” The man shrugs in your periphery before slinking away. At least this one had not been pushy like the last. You had to threaten to remove his balls using just the tip of your stiletto to get him to flee. You are so over it.

Hopping off of your barstool, you decide to explore the rest of the club while you wait for Joohoney. You try to ignore the heat from the two pairs of eyes glued to your every move. And then you duck into the dim hallway that you know leads to the individual rooms full of sin.

The first few have their blinds closed, much to the disappointment of your curiosity. However, the fourth room is fully on display. Only two others are gathered in front of the glass, paying close attention to the activities occurring on the other side. 

And what activities they are… You peer through the glass at the sight. A man is tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross, his arms and legs straining against the cuffs as a woman dressed in only a leather bustier runs her finger teasingly up and down his shaft. A second man lays beneath her, his face buried between her legs. Your attention returns to the man restrained.

What had he done to deserve such painfully pleasurable punishment? Had he done it on purpose?

As if he feels you staring at him, the man’s head lifts up and he meets your eyes. A small smile forms on his lips as he raises his chin to acknowledge you.

The woman turns to follow his gaze and raises an eyebrow at you. She hooks her finger in your direction, beckoning you to come inside. Almost subconsciously, you listen. But before you can take a step, a hand catches your wrist and tugs you back.

“What are you doing, lovely?” Hoseok’s voice jolts you from the scene that had captivated your attention. The woman in the room eyes you for a second more and then shrugs, returning to her other playthings. “You weren’t really thinking of joining them, were you?

“And so what if I was?” You reply petulantly. You cast a glance around you, noticing that the other couple watching had since disappeared and that there is no sight of Namjoon. “Where’s your other half?”

“My other half?” Hoseok’s nose crinkles adorably as he thinks, “Oh, you mean Joon? He’s taking care of something.”

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead, “He’s taking care of something? Why does that sound so sinister, Hobi?”

“It’s nothing to worry about, lovely,” Hoseok grins and then glances over your shoulder at the scene you had been watching. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

You, of course, turn immediately. The man is still tied, but now the other is sucking his dick as if his life depends on it while the woman watches with a small grin on her face. She holds a small device in her hand and is fiddling with its buttons. Then you notice the glimmering jewel that winks back at you from the ass of the man kneeling.

“It is… What do you think is hot about it?” You ask, as the tied man moans, throwing his head back and baring his throat. 

“All of it. The way she commands the room, the way the men please her, the way she tortures them. I don’t know who I’d rather be,” Hoseok lets out a small laugh, shoving a hand through his tousled hair, “Do you?”

“I’d want to be tied up,” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. Hoseok’s breath hitches in his throat as his hands come down to clench your hips.

“(y/n), lovely, I’d want to see that, too,” His eyelids are heavy as he stares down at you. One of his hands travels lower on your body, palming your ass slightly.

“H-Hoseok,” You gasp, your back arching into his touch.

“Goddamn, lovely,” Hobi moans, “I thought I might never get to hear you say my name like that again.”

Your thighs clench as you vividly recall the memory not unlike this when Joon had eaten you out against the back wall of the club and then Hoseok had slid into you and fucked you until you couldn’t walk. You definitely had cried his name more times than you could ever count.

And this makes you so confused. Does this mean he had been wanting to hear you moaning his name again? That makes no sense considering he’s sleeping with Namjoon and planning to leave you.

Hoseok must read the thoughts on your face because he sighs, bringing your hand to his lips. “Later,” He promises - of what, you don’t know. He presses a kiss to your knuckles and then disappears back into the crowded club.

“Well, that was quite a show,” An amused man emerges from the shadows, “Just when I thought you might join the Mistress with Suga and Jin, you get caught up in another. How delightful.”

Sighing, you stick your hand out to greet your contact, “Hi, Joohoney. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Joohoney’s dimples flash at you as he grins and you internally melt. God, your thing for dimples is getting out of hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, too, pet. Please, call me Jooheon.” His hand grips yours firmly as he takes you in. You pay him the same regard, eyes wandering over his black long sleeve shirt with the sleeves pushed up his forearms. His shirt is tucked into slim fitting black pants and cinched with a belt that looks like it could also double as a harness. He looks expensive as hell.

And then what he says registers to you.

Groaning, you tug your hand out of his and grimace, “That wasn’t my fault! The bouncers just assumed, and I didn’t think to correct them.”

Jooheon’s grin turns wicked as he stares you down, “Oh, I’m not complaining. You can be my pet anytime you want, (y/n)…” He not-so-subtly flexes his wrist where a black choker with a silver ring in the center is wound around it twice, “This would look pretty around your neck, wouldn’t it?”

You struggle to find a response, your mouth opening and closing as you blink at the absurd turn your night has taken.

“Ah, don’t answer that. Let’s dance,” Jooheon smiles sweetly down at you like he hadn’t just asked to own you in every sexual way possible. 

So you agree, nodding slightly, and then he whisks you onto the dance floor. The music thumps through you as Jooheon drags you into the throng of the crowd. Looking around you, your eyes fall on your boys.

Hoseok and Namjoon are wrapped around each other, their bodies pressed together, hips grinding to the beat. Their eyes are both on you, their gazes absolute and piercing. Namjoon grasps Hoseok closer to him, his hands drawing the other boy further into his crotch. 

Are they really doing this right now? In front of you? While staring you down?

And so when Jooheon grabs your own hips to pull you back into him, you let him. The response from Hoseok and Namjoon is immediate. Namjoon’s nostrils flare as he watches you begin to shift your body in time with Jooheon’s. Hoseok’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek as he glares over your shoulder.

“Looks like we’re making some people mad, pet,” Jooheon laughs, his lips brushing your ear. “Are you with them?”

You lean your head back to respond, “Technically, yes. They’re my crew.”

“Well, then why does your crew look like they want to fight me for putting my hands on you?”

“Oh, they’re just protective,” You reply, “They’re in a relationship anyway, as you can see.” You wave a hand over to where Hoseok and Namjoon are murmuring to each other, almost seeming to be mirroring you and Jooheon.

The motion of your hand recaptures their attention and you swear the movement of Namjoon’s lips produces the harsh phrase of ‘I’m gonna destroy him’.

You’re almost certain that Hoseok and Namjoon are about to blow your entire deal; you cannot have that happen. And so, you turn to Jooheon and ask if you can make the trade now. Luckily, he agrees and leads you through the crowd towards a door beside the bar along the far wall.

Before you step over the threshold, you turn back. Hoseok and Namjoon are steps away from you, looking pissed. And then you let the door fall shut behind you.

The trade deal goes down fairly quickly. You tug the map out of your back pocket; Jooheon places a few stacks of currency on the table. You count it first, of course. This isn’t your first space rodeo. 

Thankfully, Jooheon is true to his word and has the full amount ready for you. You then unfold the map you had drawn and begin to explain it in detail. “So the Alravi are planning to attack the Wyxian border here, here, and here.” You point out the spots you had starred. “My informant is certain they will strike at 0400 in two rotations.”

A scoff meets your ears. One of Jooheon’s partners stands. He’s handsome and tall with full lips and sleepy eyes. “How do we know that this information is even legit, Joohoney? She could be making this up.”

Jooheon shoots you a look and you step towards the skeptic. “Well, Chae Hyungwon,” You purr, “I can guarantee that this information is as real as the tattoo of your mother’s name on your left asscheek.”

Hyungwon turns fuschia as Jooheon cackles, “Is that true, Wonnie? Do you have that?” 

“Yah!” Hyungwon glares at you, “It’s not a tattoo of my mom’s name, it’s a tattoo of my ex-girlfriend’s name! It’s not my fault they happened to share the same one.” 

Jooheon wipes tears from his eyes as he hands you your money, “Please, pet, call me for a trade anytime. This has been the most fun I’ve had in months.”

“Will do,” You grin, sliding the money into your pocket. It barely fits, but you don’t care. It always feels good to secure a bag.

You wave at Jooheon and his crew as you exit the small room and re-enter the crowded club. No further than two steps out of the door, you are thrown over someone’s shoulder.

“Hey!” You pound on your assailant’s back, “Put me down!”

“Shut it, (y/n),” Comes the growled reply. 

You still for a second in an attempt to process what the hell is happening. “Joon?!” You cry, “What the fuck! Where’s Hobi?”

“Here.” Hoseok’s voice comes from behind you and it’s devoid of any of its usual amusement. 

You curse, trying to wiggle out of Namjoon’s hold.

Thwack. Your ass stings and you gasp. Heat floods through you as you realize that Namjoon just outright spanked you in the middle of a crowded club - in front of Hoseok.  

Damn you for even thinking a deal at a sex club would go well. No one even paid the three of you any mind as Namjoon sauntered out of the club and into the night with you hitched over his shoulder and Hobi trailing behind you both.

You even hear the laughing comments of the two bouncers from earlier as they yell over to you... 

“Have fun!” 

“Come back to visit, pet!”

You flip them off, but sadly Hobi obscures the gesture from their sight. 

“I can walk, you know,” You mumble, thoroughly put out by your situation.

“Yeah, we do know, (y/n),” Hoseok scoffs, “You walked away from Joon and I just fine a few minutes ago. What happened to having one of us in the room with you?”

“I can handle myself just fine,” You retort, turning your head to assess how much further you’re going to be left hanging. You’re probably almost at your ship if you had to guess. “Plus, it was good practice for when the two of you leave me.”

Namjoon halts in his tracks and slides you off his shoulder and onto the ground. You wobble a bit from the blood rush, but he steadies you.

“What did you just say?” Namjoon’s voice is deceptively soft, his hands grip your biceps firmly. You can feel Hoseok behind you, his breathing hard.

You snap. Honestly, you’re a bit shocked it took you this long when you’d been feeling like you might crumble for days. 

Your eyes glare back at Namjoon as your lips curl into a sneer, “Yeah, I know you’re leaving me, just like I know about you and Hobi. So why don’t you drop the act like you actually care about me and fuck off.” 

Namjoon’s eyes are wide as they stare down at you. Hoseok seems to have stopped breathing altogether and a slight whine sounds from him. 

“Hoseok,” Namjoon says, “Bring her to her quarters while I set the course.” He steps around you and stalks towards your ship which is only a few paces away. 

“Come on, lovely,” Hoseok grabs your hand but you just shrug him off. A flash of hurt crosses his beautiful face and you almost cave and hug him close. But you have to be strong - just like you always have.

You march forward, heading up the ramp and onto your ship. Hoseok closes and locks the door behind you; the ship lifts off immediately.

Laughing bitterly, you head towards your quarters with Hoseok in tow, “What’s the big rush here? Can’t wait to start your own life together without me?”

“(y/n), please. Let’s talk about this,” Hobi begs, for what you’re not sure. The quiet desperation you hear in his words almost drains the fight right out of you, but you’re in too deep to stop now.

“What’s there to talk about?” Your words sting with bitterness as you enter your room, “I know you two don’t love me, and I get it. Who would? You and Joon deserve a better life. I’ll be fine without you just like I was before you came into my life.” 

Hoseok shoves a hand through his hair as he gazes sharply down at you, “Lovely, no. Don’t say such things.”

Angrily wiping away a traitorous tear, you sink onto your bed. Just when Hoseok looks like he’s about to say more, Namjoon storms in. He takes one look at you and Hoseok and sighs deeply. “What are we going to do with you, baby?”

“She thinks we don’t love her!” Hoseok cries.

Namjoon blinks and then approaches you, “Is that what you really think, (y/n)?” He bends down, his face level with yours from where you sit on your bed. Hoseok sits beside you, and you watch as his hand slowly inches towards yours.

You tug it out of reach. “I know you don’t love me, Joon,” You shrug, “And that’s okay. I’ve always been alone; it's what I know best.”

Namjoon shares a long look with Hoseok and then he turns back to face you, “Baby, how did you get these ideas in that pretty head of yours?”

Your anger boils back up, “I got them from you!” 

You spring up, standing toe-to-toe with Namjoon, “If you really want to leave to be “free to share your love”, don’t let me hold you back. After all, I’m just a drunken mistake, aren’t I? Just a nasty little hiccup in your relationship. Just a painful memory that makes you cringe. Don’t you realize how much that hurts me? I fucking love you and you both can’t stand the sight of m—!”

Namjoon’s hand grips the back of your neck as his mouth slams onto yours. Your mind blanks as you gasp, his tongue sliding over yours. You kiss him back. Your hands wind up his chest, feeling his skin burning through the flimsy mesh of his shirt. You feel another pair of hands grip your hips and that jolts you enough to come to your senses.

“Wait, wait, wait,” You pull your mouth away from Namjoon’s, “You can’t just kiss me and touch me like I’m yours when I’m not.” 

“But, lovely, you are,” Hoseok tugs you back into his body and places a light kiss on your neck, “You always have been.” His mouth feels hot as it sucks gently on your skin, undoubtedly leaving marks in its wake. 

“I-I don’t understand,” You stammer, trying to wrap your head around everything that’s going on. “I thought you were leaving me. I thought you were ashamed of that night on Xyreus. I thought you didn’t want me when you so clearly want each other.” 

“For someone so smart, you sure draw some dumb conclusions,” Namjoon mumbles, his hands cupping your face carefully. “Number one: the conversation you overheard was about how we agreed that we would never leave you.” Your breath hitches as you feel Hoseok’s hands slip around your body to toy with the hem of your crop top right under your breasts.

“Number two,” Namjoon continues, recapturing your gaze, “We are ashamed of that night on Xyreus. But what we’re ashamed of is how strongly we came onto you, how we were so sure we felt more for you than you felt for us. We couldn’t lose you. If we scared you off with how much we loved you - and still love you - we would never live with ourselves. And so we cut it off.”

“You love me?” You breathe out, “Both of you?” 

“So much, baby,” Namjoon looks down at you like you’re the most cherished thing to him. 

“So, so much,” Hoseok growls in your ear, nipping at it slightly. You shiver, your body pressing back into his. You feel his cock hard against your ass and you press back even further, craving some kind of friction. “Fuck, lovely,” His head falls to your shoulder as he grinds into you.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon’s tone is hard and full of warning. It sends a rush of heat straight to your core. 

The other boy groans but pulls back from you just a bit. You frown at the loss.

Namjoon notices and rolls his eyes, “How did I forget that you’re just as insatiable as him?” Before you can even retort, he continues, “Number three: yes, Hoseok and I want each other; but, we also want you. We talk about it all the time. How your pussy tasted on my tongue. How you felt around Hobi’s cock. How it might feel to fuck you at the same time… 

His eyes are dark, his pupils so dilated that they encompass his irises. “I think about that, too,” You bring a hand up to hold one of Joon’s as he still cradles your face. “I think about how it would feel to be between the two of you as you pound into me, using me for your pleasure.”

“She almost joined a scene tonight,” Hoseok blurts. Your eyes widen as Namjoon’s eyebrows raise. 

“Is that so, baby?” Joon murmurs, one of his thumbs brushing over your lips. “What drew you in? Hoseok and I can give it to you in any way you want; you just have to ask.”

Your thighs squeeze together as your walls clench around nothing. Of course, Namjoon’s observant eyes miss nothing and he quirks a small smile. 

“I liked how they pleased their mistress,” You gasp out, “How they touched each other to make her satisfied. I want to do that. Let me do that for you.”

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon groans, “You want to please me? Fine. Strip - both of you.” 

Hoseok immediately sets on unbuckling his harness. Meanwhile, your hands shake too much to be able to unclasp your body chain. 

“Leave it on,” Namjoon slips a finger under the chain between your breasts, “I’ve been dying to see you in this and nothing else.”

“But my shirt—!” Your protest is cut short as Joon grips the collar of your top and rips it straight off. “Namjoon!” You berate, shooting him a dirty look which he definitely doesn’t see since he’s staring at your half-naked body like it’s the sun in which he revolves around. 

“So goddamn beautiful.” Just as you think he’s going to touch you, he backs off. “Hobi, take her pants off, and then I want to watch you make her come.”

Hoseok moves to stand in front of you. You stop breathing as you take in his bare body - his cock already hard. He sinks to his knees in front of you, hands winding their way up your calves, your thighs, your ass. Hobi slowly tugs down the small zipper on the side of your pants and then pulls them off you.

He lets out a moan as soon as he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear. How could you have in tight leather pants?  

“You dirty girl,” Namjoon’s words reclaim your attention as you look up at him. He’s sitting in your desk chair, legs spread wide, making no move to hide his arousal. “Now keep your eyes on me when Hoseok fucks you with his tongue.”

You let out a moan both at Namjoon’s words and at the first brush of Hoseok’s tongue on your aching pussy.

“Gods, Joon,” Hoseok growls, “She’s so wet, so sweet.” His tongue flattens as it drags down the length of your folds before circling your clit.

You’re panting at this point, and when Hoseok lightly kisses your clit and sucks it into his mouth, your back arches. You grind your hips shamelessly down onto Hobi’s face, craving more with a desperation you haven’t felt before. 

Your eyes never leave Namjoon’s as he speaks to you in a low voice, “Fuck yeah, baby. Ride his face. Does it feel good?”

“So good,” You moan, hands winding into Hoseok’s hair as he slides his tongue inside you.

“Do you think you deserve to come, (y/n)?” Namjoon questions, his fingers steepled in front of his face as he leans forward. “Even after the stunts you pulled tonight on Naroxu?”

“Y-yes,” You answer petulantly and then jolt as Hobi spanks your ass. Your walls clench automatically around Hoseok’s tongue and he moans, the vibrations make you squirm. The pleasure builds and builds inside you, coiling in the pit of your stomach and spreading across your body.

You murmur Hoseok’s name like a mantra as your fingers dig into his hair, holding him against your pussy.  

“Stop.” Namjoon’s voice cuts through your impending bliss. Hoseok draws back and you whine at the loss of contact. 

“Joon, please,” You beg, “I’m so close!”

“I want to feel you come around my cock, baby,” Namjoon walks over to you, “Can you do that for me?” 

You nod furiously, and he smiles, his dimples peeking out at you. “Good girl.”

You watch as Namjoon strips, taking in the sight of the thickness of his thighs, the hardness of his cock. 

He kisses you swiftly and then turns you around. “I want you on all fours, baby. Go on,” Namjoon squeezes you ass and then pushes you lightly onto the bed. 

You shift onto all fours, all too aware of how much you’re on display for them. And you feel yourself getting even more turned on. 

“Damn, Joon, look at that pretty little pussy,” Hoseok groans, “It’s all ours. She’s all ours.”

You feel a finger slide into you. “Babygirl,” Namjoon groans, “When I wreck you, I want you to suck Hobi off, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” You pant, needing them both so bad. 

Namjoon chuckles darkly as Hoseok gets into position in front of you. He barely settles before you lean down to taste him. Your tongue swirls around the tip and then you take him into your mouth.

You feel Namjoon’s finger slip out of you only to be replaced by the head of his cock. As he eases into you, you groan around Hoseok’s length, making him twitch. 

Namjoon slowly begins moving in and out of you. “You feel so nice, baby,” He murmurs, gripping your hips, “So hot and tight around my cock.” 

You clench around him and Namjoon moans, “Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come too soon.” You clench again, because you’re a brat.

Thwack. Namjoon’s hand comes down hard on your ass and stays there, kneading the sting out slowly. His pace picks up. His cock slamming into you, his hips grinding into your ass with each thrust. Soon enough, you’re hurtling towards the edge once again. You release Hoseok from your mouth; and instead, you focus on moving one of your hands up and down his shaft as you lap at his tip.

You feel yourself gripping Joon tightly as you move your hips back to meet each of his thrusts. “You gonna come, babygirl?” Namjoon spanks you again as his other hand reaches around your body to rub your clit. 

You come with a scream, your vocabulary erased to the point where you only know the names of your lovers. Namjoon continues to pound into you, carrying you through your orgasm. 

But still, you’re not satisfied. “Hoseok,” You peer up at your sunshine, “I want you inside me, too.”

“Lovely,” Hoseok sighs, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes,” You nod emphatically, shaking your ass slightly.

Still inside you, Joon groans, “We’ve unleashed a monster, Hoseok. Go grab the lube from your room, yeah?”

“Why? I have some,” You point towards your bedside drawer. “It’s in there.”

Hoseok opens your drawer and curses, “Lovely, have you been fucking yourself with these toys?”

“No,” You retort, getting up from your bed and ignoring the noise of protest that Joon makes when he slips out of you. “I just stare at them for the aesthetic, Hobi.” You move him aside with your hips as you grab the lube from its spot.  

Hoseok bites down on your neck. “Such a brat,” He mumbles into your skin as he kisses the mark he just made.

They don’t know the half of it... You grin, “Now, are you both going to fuck me? Or should I go back to take those bouncers up on their offer?” 

No sooner had the words left your mouth than Namjoon grabs you, wrapping your legs around his waist and sinks his cock back inside you. “You think that’s funny, baby?” He growls into your ear, “You’re not even going to remember their existence when Hobi and I are done with you.”

You moan as you feel Hoseok’s finger teasing your ass, getting you ready to take him. The coolness of the lube sends a shiver down your spine as you eagerly anticipate being full of both your boys. “Please, Hoseok,” You whine, desperate for him. You grind your hips down onto Joon as best you can, and when you feel the first gentle touch of Hoseok’s cock against your hole, you throw your head back so it rests on his shoulder. 

Hoseok sinks into you inch by inch, torturously slow. You’re panting now as you are stretched around the two of them.

“Gods-fucking-damn,” Hobi moans, his hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out inside you. “Joonie, I can feel you. Gods, you’re so tight, lovely.”

“Please,” You cry. You need them to move, to fill you up with their come.  

And when they finally start moving in and out of you, you think you might be ascending into the astral plane. Namjoon’s mouth lowers to suck at your nipples. Hoseok’s hands roam around to flick and play with your clit. You’re so overwhelmed by the multiple sensations, your hands digging into Namjoon’s hair, holding him close to you.

“I’m gonna come,” Hoseok whines, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his hips stuttering as he chases his high.

“Me too. Come with us, baby,” Namjoon orders, his own voice straining as he shifts your legs up higher to get deeper inside of you.  

Tears stream down your cheeks as his cock hits that spot inside you, and you’re coming. Your walls clench down around both of their cocks, milking them. Their cum fills you up with warmth as your pussy continues to pulse around them. 

“Oh, lovely,” Hoseok sighs, his voice breaking as he thrusts shallowly in and out of you, riding out his orgasm.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” Namjoon places light kisses all over your chest, “You were made for us.”

You can’t even find words as they eventually pull out of you. Cum drips down your legs as Joon sets you down. You watch as Hoseok swipes at it with two fingers and then brings it up inside you. “Want you to be full of us always,” He says, placing a swift kiss to your lips.

“My heart already is,” You murmur, your lips twitching as Hoseok groans at your cheesiness.

“Baby,” Namjoon sighs, his arms wrapping around you, “That was terrible.” 

“Please,” You roll your eyes, “You love it.”

“Yeah,” They reply, “I guess we do.”

© luxekook do not repost, edit or translate

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tagged by @leonzhng​ thanks for making me dig through my most embarrassing crushes 😭✋

i’ll tag @highwarlockkareena​ @yibobibo​ @lan-xichens​ @purplexedhuman​ @aheartfullofjolllly​ @lanzhansmiles​ @nyx4​ i feel like i tag you guys in everything i am so sorry please ignore this if u don’t wanna do it !!

putting this under a read more for reasons

MEN 2010 – 2016

literally nothing more embarrassing than falling on the same type of white man over and over again (with the exception of minho from shinee bless his heart)

tommy joe ratliff → he was the bass player for adam lambert during his glamnation era (think of songs like for your entertainment and if i had you) idk why exactly i liked him so much but i just did.... however i searched him up again quite recently and found out he’s one of those republicans that says the dumbest shit on twitter so Big Yikes

harry styles → “baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell...” and BOOM 13-year-old me was sold for well over two years

louis tomlinson → basically i liked harry most until around 2013 when for some reason i started to like him a little less, and i got more focused on louis tomlinson, and although i didn’t like one direction anymore louis tomlinson always had a special place in my heart

ashton irwin → so ashton is 5sos’ drummer, i discovered 5sos through one direction & i stanned them until late 2014

harries twins → the harries twins (jack & finn) are basically the reason i started spending a lot of time on youtube, they were funny and pretty and they just had good videos in general, so for almost two years i’d watch their content regularly

choi minho → my first steps into kpop happened bc i was watching videos on youtube (most probably the harries twins) and suddenly i saw the sherlock mv in my recommended videos so i clicked on it and then 14-year-old me proceeded to fall for minho like an idiot

brooks twins → still youtubers, the brooks twins were 3/5 of the janoskians (jai & luke brooks, beau brooks, daniel sahyounie, & james yammouni), an australian youtube comedy group that was active from 2011-2018 though i was only around from 2012-2014 (when jai brooks was dating ariana grande)

jc caylen → surprise! another youtuber! jc caylen was part of o2l (our2ndlife) a youtube collaboration channel on which each of the 6 members posted videos on a certain day in the week (mondays with connor, tuesdays with ricky, wednesdays with sam, thursdays with jc, fridays with trevi (my 2nd favorite member bc she participated on the x factor), saturdays with ricardo, and then they had surprise sundays every week) and i remember how much joy jc & the others always brought me with their silly videos

misha collins → up next, you might know him as the gay angel that was sent to superhell after confessing his love to the homophobic hunter on supernatural, it’s misha collins! basically misha was a huge source of comfort for me, and i even went around calling myself emmisha for almost two full years (cringe)

henrik holm → he played even bech naesheim in skam and my crush on him reached that level of ridiculousness where i actually tried my hand at learning norwegian (i can only remember how to introduce myself and some curse words i would make a great first impression on him)

MEN 2016 – 2021

min yoongi → okay so my baby steps into kpop happened through shinee’s sherlock, but i only got really invested when yoongi dropped agust d 1 because Holy Fuck y’know??

kim namjoon → oh man i remember thinking namjoon was cute and a very good leader and then BAM he dressed like THAT at the 2016 mma’s and i fell in love. hard

park seojoon → i started liking park seojoon whilst i was watching hwarang (you guessed it, i watched it bc of taehyung), although he wasn’t my favorite character by far, but he was very silly off camera & i liked that (i’m not that into him anymore tho </3)

kim seokjin → OH BOY LET ME TELL U i liked seokjin from the very beginning (i got to know bts in late 2014) and i always liked seeing him perform and be himself and god once i realized i had a crush on him it just hit me like a mf truck, and he’s still one of my favorite people to this day

jung hoseok → god fake love era hoseok really hits different.... also yes i know i have all of bts’ hyung line on my list BUT bts was a really big part of my life for almost 6 years soooo honestly they deserve it i still think they’re great guys

choi san → when ateez made their debut in 2018 i immediately fell in love with san, he was such an amazing dancer and he captivated me right from the very beginning, to this day he’s still my bias in ateez uwu

xiao zhan → AND THEN, OCTOBER OF 2019 HAPPENS AND I WATCH CQL AND... i fall in love with xiao zhan, something i’d never expected would happen bc when i watched cql for the first time i wasn’t as invested in the story, but i really really really liked xiao zhan and one thing led to another and now here i am as a xfx

wang yibo → the thing is, i’ve known yibo since eoeo except i didn’t know cql yibo was uniq yibo (bc i’d forgotten his name) and when i looked it up i can tell you my jaw dropped to the floor bc holy shit????? also he is very silly and i love him loads ok

lee minho → ah, the man who has been my skz bias since 2018, not only is minho my bias i also kin him (there’s a lot of aspects of myself that i see in minho and vice versa) and he’s very comforting to me

bang chan → honestly, it was only a matter of time before i’d fall for bang chan, i knew the moment i got into skz again that i’d start biasing him and, well, here i am, double biasing chan & minho

WOMEN

this list is shorter bc i’ve in general always had less crushes on women than on men??? blame society forcing me into thinking i was straight for a LONG time

ariana grande → remember the 2011 layout of twitter?? where u could not only have an icon and a header, but also a background and ur twitter page was smack in the center of ur screen with the big ugly menu bar at the top??? yeah ariana grande was always my background for my l*rr* st*l*n*s*n layouts

perrie edwards → this was right around the time she was dating zayn & little mix was breaking out into the spotlight, yeah i just really loved her

andrea russett → okay so remember o2l?? andrea russett was kian’s girlfriend for a pretty long time and they always did videos together and i always thought she was super pretty

lily collins → maybe i don’t like clary in tmi all that much but i sure liked the way lily collins looked

alona tal → MY BISEXUAL AWAKENING, it’s only when i saw alona tal in spn that i realized, fuck i might be gay

park jihyo → i discovered twice (my 2nd jype group after day6) through the like ooh-ahh mv and red-haired jihyo really did something to my heart (i just rewatched it and god zombie bang chan is so mf cute)

kim jisoo → when bp made their square two comeback i was immediately smitten for red-haired jisoo in playing with fire, it’s also when i realized she was my bias out of the four members

shin ryujin → the reason that i have blue hair is partially bc of ryujin and her amazing intro in wannabe :D

xuan lu → her portrayal of jiang yanli was SO ON POINT and she’s just such a kindhearted wonderful person wow i want her hand in marriage

lee yoobin → god i’ve known dreamcatcher from back when they were still called minx and ever since i’ve always looked at dami that bit more than the rest, i was also able to see dreamcatcher live in october of 2019 and the whole experience was just so amazing !!

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

there’s a whole lot more than just these 10 but i wanted to fit the evolution into one (1) slide as best as i could lmao

peter pan → this movie came out in 2003 (?) and he’s honestly the first fictional character i remember ever having a crush on

legolas → i was really doubting between placing haldir or legolas here but i only really got a vague haldir obsession when i was like 14

zuko → LOOK. ZUKO IN ATLA? HOT. ZUKO IN LOK? HOT EVEN IF HE’S AN OLD MAN.

will turner → man was annoying sometimes but i really liked him and his relationship with elizabeth was cute

jo harvelle → gosh i can’t believe she’s the only female character in here???? yeah she was one of my two spn faves and i’ll never forgive the screenwriters for the way they killed her off

castiel → does your fave ever get sent to super hell for being gay? no? well. mine did

kili → fili and kili’s storyline tore my heart out, spit on it, and then laughed straight in my face, KILI WAS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE DWARF

howl → i only watched this movie for the first time in 2020 so i kinda fucked up the tl cause i watched cql in 2019 but shh, anyways howl with his blonde hair was good looking but howl with his black hair just hits differently. i want a howl

lan jingyi → MY BABY BOY, TINIE LITTLE BABIE WHOMST I MUST PROTECT ok no but seriously this kid. i love him a lot

mu qing → BARK BARK. that’s all (that’s not all i love him a whole lot and it hurts me to see so many people misunderstand his character and only see the bad parts of him when they can forgive others for fucking up (eg. xie lian himself & feng xin) but bc mu qing doesn’t deal well with emotions suddenly he’s the bad guy??? i s2g if ppl are gonna do to him what they did to jiang cheng in the tgcf la i will RIOT)

[boilyerheid]

Writing ask 20, hit us with that meta

Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

in FTAGH I wanted to play with class differences in the way they really still exist in the UK now. like we're not victorians but you Know if someone's a different class and it has a huge impact on how you interact (like if your working class mate gives you their last fiver, that's love. but if your posh mate does? better start fucking running), so to have two very different cross-class relationships is really interesting to me. I also really love writing Tom as this cuckoo inhabiting the life of an upper class person while always feeling like an impostor, in contrast to Ed who's never felt at home with it for very different reasons. same same but different. I love writing those tiny little foibles that spool out to be much bigger than they are.

there's also a sort of not quite hidden narrative about the NHS going on in there, because I've personally been on a waiting list for seven years now and it's only getting longer. so like, there's no joy in writing a fic about not being able to access the healthcare you need and the consequences therein, but you can't write a story about class and mental illness without it.

the other thing I love about the expanded verse as a whole is Tozer. I love Tozer. I decided to write him as trans because fuck you, is why. but really, that was a big part of it. I came up in fandom (dating myself now) where characters were Revealed to be trans having passed for cis this whole time and it was A Shock! and then later on that morphed into this thing where trans characters could only be Pure and Stealth and trans men in particular were Soft Boys UWU who cried a lot and needed to be coddled. so Tozer was an intentional fuck you to the impact that had on me as a young questioning trans dude in fandom: he's dirty and loud and rude and masc and a total bastard, and he doesn’t always pass and he’s mad about it, and he still feels an awful lot but fuck you if he's going to talk about it. and dealing with how that breaks down through his relationship with John is just so interesting to me as a writer, the way he limits himself and holds himself back despite seeming on the surface to be exactly who he is and nothing else.

ANYWAY the question did say ramble.

[black-equals-mysoul]

Just my random reaction to rewatching Meet the Robinsons (2007). Last watched was most likely 2008-2009

Enjoy

1) damn, I relate to Goob......look at those eye bags. Definitely heavier than my school bag

2) Aw no Lewis :( those two couples should've interviewed Goob if they wanted someone who likes sports

3) okay damn Lewis...... this kid is watching surgery, that's dedication

4) is that.....Wednesday Addams?

5) cAffEinE pAtChEs!? Take my money

6) I forgot how hot Wilbur is

7) robot s p o o d e r

8) the soundtrack is still a bop

9) I wish the future looked like this, I want to float in bubbles

10) and this is the moment I realized they are c h i l d r e n. Excuse me, how did I not know Wilbur Robinson is thirteen years old? And I simped for him-

11) there's no way he's thirteen.....he looks sixteen

12) tOuChE

13) tall pointy boy

14) oh Goob

15) WaTcH oUt—

16) "@!!*0"

17) there's no way a thirteen year old [Wilbur Robinson] has such powerful eyebrows

18) Wilbur's hair looks like whipped cream.....or the top of an ice cream Sundae

19) Carl is also a mood

20) Lewis......he said STAY

21) Spike and Dimitri reminds me of every iconic twin.......Fred and George Weasley......Conner and Travis Stoll

22) just casually unbothered by not existing? That's a mood

23) TheY pUt ChEmiCaLs iN tHe waTeR tHaT tUrn tHe fRiCkiNg fRoGs GAy, Do yOu uNdeRstAnD mE?!

24) the epitome of John Mulaney, I can't unsee it

25) two strange men living in our plants? Yes they're family. Can I have that?

26) Finger guns.....it was at this moment, BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI

27) cuffed jeans......BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI

28) wait, isn't the whole point of time travel to not touch your doppelgänger? Goob and Lewis broke that rule

29) Let it Go was actually sung by Goob, don't know who this "Elsa" is

30) "keep moving forward" is such an iconic line and probably helped a lot of children

31) TINY DORIS SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

32) Buster needs more screen time, and that's a fact

33) just casually slips under the table

34) wait.....Canada becomes a part of the US? Oh noooOOOoo

35) I wonder if they know about the 2020 catastrophe

36) the epic food fight scene, lowkey thought this was how all food fights went down in my head

37) still can't BELIEVE THEY'RE CHILDREN

38) oh Goob, pt 2

39) I just don't know how well this plan was thought through

40) DINOSAUR

41) C H O M P

42) I have a big head and little arms......this lives in my head tent free

43) master? uwu

44) pizza delivery people are true superheroes, thank you

45) "him you can C H O M P"

46) frog mafia

47) I can't believe Franny doesn't recognize Lewis.....that is your younger husband!

48) oh Wilbur, you can't explain this one

49) nO Lewis! He has his fingers crossed!

50) the nostalgia of having your fingers crossed and people would check your hands so you crossed your toes—

51) Oh Lewis, he can't catch a break. He's being backstabbed left and right

52) Goob is a cinnamon roll but Doris is the sinnamon roll

53) Lewis really pulled the "I am your father and you will do as I say" card on Wilbur

54) "?" Is so iconic and important to children, it's okay to not know.....maybe I'm just looking too deep into it—

55) YUH

56) YES GOOB! But the fact that they beat you up for not catching the ball is a Y I K E S for me. Talk about toxic sportsmanship

57) that lip bite about to make me act up— why do I get the feeling Wilbur knows what he's doing

58) he got adopted TwT good for him

59) if that memory scanner is going to be a real thing, I need one. I forget everything

60) I have concluded that scientists are weird, but the good kind of weird

61) F R O G

62) I understand why this was one of my favorite movies as a child

63) this movie gives me hope uwu

[dickytwister]

HEY do you maybe have like an oc page or could you tell me something about all your ocs because i'm Interested and you have my full attention :eyes:

AHSJDKGLHL that's so sweet i'm nfjghl???? i don't have an oc page bc i'm the embodiment of an old man being given an iphone after 50 years of using a rotary phone but !!! i can yell abt them a bit aaa thank you for asking abt them 🥺🥺💚

i put everything under the cut bc dear god i have a lot to say abt my kids and i'm not gonna make everyone scroll through that HHHHHH haw 🤠🤠

elliot fletcher

- he's my deputy in fc5!! he's from waverly in iowa and he's just...very tired nfjfkhl give my poor man a break

- everytime his radio crackles he ages 10 years and if it's john talking add another 10 years

- he keeps the three heralds alive but he doesn't care abt joseph <3

- gets in trouble bc he's impulsive af nfjghl when jacob is close to the cage?? ram his face in the bars. when john leans like rlly close in the confession scene?? headbutt 😌🙏🏼

- the only people who know abt his past are earl, grace, faith and john, the rest just kinda speculate and elliot lets them believe what they want bc not only does he rlly not want ppl to know the actual truth, it's also very funny to listen to the stuff they can come up with

- speaking of faith he often seeks her for advice and sometimes they get high together and he gets teary eyed bc she's just... very nice to him and when all you see everyday is violence it's overwhelming to be shown a little bit of kindness 🥲🙏🏼

- he's in love with john but also he'd kick him across the county if he could but also he'd give his life for him

- after the bombs and all he unlocks his final form and becomes A Husband™, complete with a beard, a scarf and bad jokes that make john want to officially marry him so he can divorce his ass

- fun fact i came up with the name elliot fletcher bc i thought it sounded neat but recently i found out there's a trans actor called elliot fletcher too??? like what were the odds ngl that's so cool

carter quill

- this is my character in the marvel dnd game my brother is dming!!

- his parents are peter quill and kitty pryde and he inherited his mom's powers (so he can become immaterial and stuff uwu) and his dad's tiny pebble brain~

- he grew up on a ship with the guardians so his family is just... a bunch of uncles, one of which is a tree

- he's part of an initiative called the peacekeepers with isaaq cage (luke cage's and jessica jones' son), finneas "zorn" reeves (brock rumlow's and sinthea shmidt's son), lu "highway star" khan (the mandarin's son), alexis "hex" pythagoras (doctor strange's protégé) and ev-lin (ronan the destroyer's daughter who also happens to be carter's bully when they were 11 HHHHHH)

- everyone agrees that carter is just... a puppy. a little labrador. so overexcited. head empty. he doesn't know what's going on but he's having fun with his friends and that's what matters <3

- he died once and went to hell for like 66 years bc he held a bomb while it was exploding but he got better and he doesn't remember most of his time in hell but also he's a lil traumatised

- he wears cute skirts sometimes and also froggie themed clothes 🥰🥰 he's terrible at applying nail polish and it ends up smudged most of the time bc he can't sit still for more than two minutes without going insane but he still likes it

- he has a pet bird called ink!! he thought it was a nice name bc his last name is quill so u know,,, ink,,, quill,,,, he inherited his dad's terrible humor also

- he's fruity and has a big fat crush on one of his teammates 😳😳👉🏼👈🏼

- he strictly refuses to kill, so he uses stunt energy guns and a three section staff to fight!! he accidentally killed someone once and threw up

- he knows asl and is fluent in it!! he's also very bad at reading measurements when cooking (and reading in general) so he relies on their proto-ai, dadji, to help him cook and he listens to audiobooks a lot!!

- idk what else to say abt him except like two games ago he was in the hospital bc lu got hurt and he wanted to get him muffins from a coffee shop across the streets but he panicked when faced with the selection so he bought one of each and came back to the hospital room with like,,,, twenty muffins

- i found this pic of his face claim and it honestly just radiates his vibe so here have it

thorgran galvish

- he's my dwarf enchanter from another homebrew dnd game!! in this universe (and maybe others idk shit abt actual dnd HHHH forgive me) enchanter dwarves are lowkey enslaved bc of their rare link with magic

- thorgran blew up a wall and ran away to the surface so now he's a fugitive and he's constantly on the run uwu trust issues ensue

- he loves the sky so much?? especially at night?? he knows abt constellations, but he thinks they're just whatever you see in the stars and doesn't know there are like,,, actual constellations so he sits on the roof of a tall building sometimes and finds his own constellations

- he also tries to draw them but he rlly sucks at it aslkdsgl that doesn't stop him from filling his journal with little stars and drawings!!

- during my very first game with him he found his rival, who turned out to be a 16 years old teenager?? millennial/gen z rivalry

- agh i don't have much abt him yet bc i've only just started to play him but he's my beefiest boy and also a dilf 🥰🥰

theadric "elder" montajay

- yet another character from the same universe as thorgran, but this time it's a funky little halfling bard

- his instrument is the violin!! he tried every other instrument and his mom was very supportive despite how bad he was at all of them. his community was raided and his father died, so he inherited his violin and that turned out to be the only instrument he could play

- took his love of the economy to the next level when he decided to fuck every gang leader he could find to control their operations and ruin their organizations so the money they hoarded could be put back in circulation

- accidentally fell in love with a half-orc gang leader and was abt to tell him the truth abt what he was doing but was exposed by the first person he'd cheated so he had to run without explaining himself to his lover smh ://

- "i don't wanna fall in the slutty bard cliché," i say before immediately giving elder the tightest leather pants and opening his shirt to show his majestic chest hair.

- surprisingly good with kids?? anyone younger than him who looks sad becomes His Child and he turns into a lil mama, tasting the food of an inn first to assure it's not poisoned, giving hugs, soft shit like that ngl he's just a mom 😔😔

- we abandoned the game he was in but we left off when he'd just escaped a dwarven prison with his new child and others owo anyway slutty bard with chest hair?? that's just the witcher's jaskier

scylla

- my gay pirate lady!! i don't have much abt her either bc AAA BRAINROT but !!! i still love her very much

- she's a hybrid between a human and a psaarinch (fish folks in our homebrew universe uwu) and she looks very human except she has like shark abilities?? she can smell blood, taste with her skin, breathe underwater for like two hours or smth, sharper teeth,,

- she started off as a privateer but like what was the kingdom gonna do?? track her down to make sure everything she did was legal?? nah man she got that sweet fleet and became a pirate

- she beats men up in inns and gives their wives a good time <3

- she's very close to her crew and they're kinda just a big family

- she fights with those s-shaped staffs?? but they're actually blades ngfhl she's very agile and looks like she's dancing when she's actually fighting

- fun fact she's my second shark oc the first one was called maito and she was a yellow lantern in a dc game we did (the main difference between them is that maito loved men while scylla is very much a lesbian 😌🙏🏼)

i have like so many more of them but that's already such a long post and i don't wanna do too much NGL if u wanna know more hmu i'll yell some more 😎😎🙏🏼🙏🏼

[thehollowprince]

princeescaluswords made a great point about the Deaged Derek thing St*rek fandom slept on: that they're specifically attracted to the image of Hoechlin + pairing it with DOB/Fanon!yt fangirl self insert!Stiles. We talked about how fanon!Stiles + Derek might as well be OCs since aside from appearance, they're nothing like canon. And since Stiles is this self insert, power fantasy for yt fangirls, it's never ever accurate to actual gay/bi boy dynamics

Well that's a given. I don't think @princeescaluswords makes bad points, but let's talk about that for a minute.

Season four started out with a younger version of Derek Hale, a version of Derek that was suddenly the same age as the rest of the cast. Suddenly the St*r*k shippers were presented with an opportunity to make their ship happen in a much more healthy and balanced way, and the added bonus of those of us who were so opposed to the ship in its original form possibly being on board with it. But what did we hear from the fandom? Cricket chirps.

When you get right down to it, it's like you said, this ship is based entirely upon the physical appearances of the actors. We've already discussed how the versions of Stiles and Derek in fanon don't resemble their canon counterparts, leaving just the physical shell behind. And while Derek is usually turned into this uwu soft boi with a heavy emphasis on his Tragic Backstory™ for maximum angst, Stiles is made into the most Mary-Sue of all Mary-Sues. (I do apologize for using that term, because I'm trying to phase it out.) The reason for that is that Stiles is the self-insert for these readers/writers so that they can live this fantasy of dating/banging Tyler Hoechlin Derek Hale.

The evidence is all in how they usually portray Stiles. How is Stiles usually presented in St*r*k fics? As this tiny little twink who wears skinny jeans and is borderline effeminate, whereas actual Stiles (and Dylan O'Brien) is five foot ten (only two inches shorter than Hoechlin) with surprisingly broad shoulders and big hands (I'm gay, excuse the hand fixation). And you know what they say about guys with big hands, don't ya? (They wear big gloves.) So why is it that they reduce his masculine appearance in such a way for their fics, despite protesting that they care about mlm representation?

To answer that, we have to take a trip down memory lane.

I've mentioned before that I'm something of a Fandom Old. Not quite a Fandom Elder, but an Old. I've been on the internet and in fandom for twenty years, since I was eleven. Back in my day, we still had dial-up internet, where you had to use an actual landline phone (and couldn't make any calls) to connect to the web. The big thing when I started my cyber journey was AOL. I remember the chatrooms and the message boards and FF.net before the Purge. That last point is the important one I want to talk about here.

You see, back in the day, there were a lot of fics that centered around Canon Character x Original Character. It was user predominantly for romance, but overall is was a self-insert character made up by fans who wanted to be a part of this universe. Enter the Big Name Fans who just wouldn't stand for that and began the culture of gatekeeping, harassing fans who didn't follow canon exclusively (or the canon that they approved of). A great example of this was the Inner Circle of the Harry Potter fandom. If anyone wants to look into this more, I'd suggest the Fanlore wiki.

But back the point, it was this gatekeeping that led to the decline of OCs in a lot of fandom works and the rise of the fetishizing yaoi phenomenon, something that has carried on through the years in fandom to today, where fandom is predominantly focused on mlm slash at the expense of everything else.

I know most of these people who ship St*r*k and do this are too young to remember any of that, let alone have been a part of it, but they took their cues from those that came before them, perpetuating this into today.

The reason that so many St*r*k shippers are so fixated on how they portray that ship (big strong guy and smol tiny fragile boy) is a combination of the need to have a self-insert OC without actually using a self-insert OC and this inability to think of gay or bisexual men as anything other than their big/small, top/bottom binary stereotype.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

What about an au where Mic is a volunteer for animal shelter and/or is a veterinarian? I like that you included a pet in my last ask so I thought I would be nice to think about him taking care of animals of any kind 💗 Thank you again cutie! 💖

A/N: Cutie?? Aww i blush /// Vet Headcanons coming right up!! Thanks for requesting babe! Love you and please request again! Happy New Year!

-YES THE MAN LOVES ANIMALS

-Let’s just say in this AU quirks and hero’s weren’t a thing so he has to have another career choice and that is dun dun da dunnnnn….Being a veterinarian.

-Ever since a young age he was in love with animals, from birds to turtles. This man had books and pounds of research on all of them. He might can’t name all 50 states but he surely can name every species of bird in the amazon rainforest known to man. 

-At first in his highschool years he Volunteered at local animal shelters and pet shops. 

-Just to see if he was really cut out to do it, you know? Like he wanted to be a D.J. but then realised how hard it was and was like “uM nO.”

-On his first day he loved it sooo sooo much

-He came back everyday for his four years of High School. Never missing a day from the shelter haha. The animals loved him too.

-There was this dog, it was a golden retriever, it was an abandoned dog and never really had a real home or anything. It was a very shy and scared dog like no one could touch it without it wailing or snapping. BUt when Yamada came to it, it loved him instantly.

-He was the only one who could bathe it or feed it or even walk it. He adopted it highkey and named him Lucky uwu.

-H knew without a doubt he needed to study to become a vet. He needed to protect and love those animals because no one else would. 

-So after years of hard work and training, you are now looking at Dr.Hizashi.

-The first thing he would do is take all of his money and dump it into making his very own Vet. Like he’s been planning to have his own for YEARS. Let me tell you he already has his business name, card, plan, and he knew the place he wanted to have it at. This man was not playing at all.

-His Vet is called “Hazashi’s animal care.”

-YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS IS NOT HIS CATCH PHRASE “Happy Pet, Happy Vet.” 

-His Vet is like one of those small local ones that look way too nice to be in the neighborhood it’s in. It’s very nice inside, it looks like the Hilton if it were a Vet. 

-You’d also think the prices would be sky high because how nice and well put together everything is. Nope! His services are cheap but his skills aren’t!  It’s his way of giving back to the community and helping out those who cannot afford such things. He doesn’t believe in wiping out someone just because their animal got sick.

-At first his business was very slow, only maybe one or two people coming in. So he mainly picked up strays off the streets and got them well and healthy.

-There were a lot of stray kittens near him like he was soooo soft I swear!! He would cuddle up with them and warm them up. Sometimes he’d fall asleep in his office with a bunch of tiny kittens curled up on him. It was sooo cuteeeee.

-Although business was slow, it picked up more in the summer/spring time

-He 100% lets kids and teens volunteer for school credit or just something to do. He absolutely doesn't mind because he enjoys learning about his community and teaching young people about animals. 

-He has special days where children get to meet and take care of some of the stray kittens he has.

-Onetime a kid asked him to come to his school for career day so he could “Show the class how cool he is.”

-So like Hizashi came in with a few animals he was taking care of and showed the class and explained to them the importance of caring for you animals. It was so cool and he kept the class very engaged and they even let him stay an extra block since it was really informative.

-So now every other friday at the local school, he has a Thrive class where he can come and talk to kids.

-LIKE I SAID AND I WILL ALWAYS STAND BY THIS LITTLE KIDS LOVES HIZASHIIIIIIII👏👏👏👏

-He teams up with some of the teenagers and have bake sales and carwashes to raise money for endangered species all over the world.

-Sometimes he goes to the older citizens home, and let some of them pet the little baby kittens and puppies he has. It really brings a smile on their face and makes them feel loved. 

-100% trying to set him up with their daughter

-“HaVe i tOlD yOu mY dAuGHteR lOveS aNimAls anD yOunG bloNDe mEn SuCh aS yOuReSelf.”

-it cracks him up let me tell you.

-“uH hAHa...THATS cOol.”

-He found a hurt baby duck at the park he was at, he immediately rushed it to his shop, and nursed it back to health. He would not let the birdy walk at all, he would always carry it around or have it on his chest.

-HE WAS HECKA SAD TO LET IT BACK IN THE WILD I SWEAR AND HE CRIED SEEING IT REUNITE WITH ITS FAMILY 

-Oh! His dog Lucky!! He helps out around the Vet too. By helping I mean staying under Yamada’s Desk and taking the meanest nap, and occasional barking when someone comes in.

-No but he’s a good boy and he’ll go fetch things for hizashi and play with the kids while their parents are doing business.

-Giving hizashi giving the animals a bath is the cutest thing. He’s singing nursery rhymes while gently scrubbing the soap in. Wraps them in the BIGGEST towel and cradles them in his arms it’s so cute. The animals 100% falls asleep  in his arms while he’s organizing the medication. 

-When he has to give them a shot, he distracts it by doing little magic tricks or holding up a treat.

-Every Animal has its own food bowl, varying in sizes and colors depending on the animal and personality.

-He has nights where he stays overnight in his store doing paperwork and such.  He’s such a perfectionist, he cannot sleep unless he knows everything is over and how it’s supposed to be. I love him

-OKAY BUT IMAGINE IT...HIZASHI IN A DOCTOR'S COAT, WITH HIS HAIR ALL MESSY AND TIED UP, AND HE’S BEING ALL SMART DOING PAPERWORK WORK!!  ARE YOU PICTURING IT ERWIN???? ARE YOU PICTURING IT ERWIN?!?! BECAUSE I HAVE A PRETTY VIVID IMAGE IN MY HEAD.

-(kudos if you understood that reference)

-Birds are his favorite animals to get. Like healing their wings and then having them fly around the office. It’s so nice to see how free and unpredictable they are. So like he spazzes every time Someone brings in a birdieeee.

-“oNNansmh OH mY oMhy GOoDNeSs i-Is ThaT a BLuE Budgerigar?!!?!! aHhAHh yoU mInD iF I tAKe a PiCtUrE oF iT.”

-

BoUnS

Since i took so long to answer this, you get a Happy new year bonus!

-He spends The new year at the pet shop. Like He brings in a small little T.V. so he can watch the ball drop with the animals he has there with him.

-They are all cuddled in the lobby with a bunch a fluffy blankets, wearing matching New year hats!! Ahh it’s so cute

- The store has such a warm, cosy feeling. It reminded him of the times he’d spend with his family. A pure, more gentle time.

-Just a few seconds before the ball drops, Hizashi takes a deep breath in, inhaling all of the warm memories and joyful spirit that was floating around.

-He’s at peace with his life and everything around him. In one year he was able to make the shop of his dreams and meet amazing people with it.  He had his best friend Lucky, and all the cute animals that he is able to comfort. It was really all he wanted. He thanked GOD for everything.

-”I’m finally happy.” he breaths out with the biggest smile on his face. Giving a small kiss on lucky’s ear, and ruffing his fur he mutters, “Happy New Year.”

[ziracona]

The tendency in fandom to take every white girl with short hair, regardless of the status of their canonical interest or lack of interest in women and explicit interest and/or sexual history with everything but, proclaim them a lesbian queen, and then ignore or absolve them of every single horrific act they take in fiction because of this. Is not doing feminism. Women. Lesbians. Or anyone. Any favors. It’s just bad.

Somehow. Some people really do apparently need to hear that...being any specific sexuality...is not a personality trait.

And also. Women aren’t inherantly less vile than men (or anyone non-binary, agender, fluid, etc, else), and whatever bad deeds they do should be judged based on just that—on the deeds, and their context. Not their sexuality, imagined sexuality, or their gender. Becuase none of those things effect whether committing murder is bad. At all. Not even a little. And none of them. Is even a personality trait. Affecting the character’s value as a person.

It’s cool, and good, to see characters with minority identities. And it’s real nice. When it’s whatever you are. But them being whatever. Is not a personality trait. Just a fact. And sometimes. People of any type. Are not good. Pretending any minority status—gender, sexuality, race, disability, neurotype, etc—is a get out of jail free card? Is not. Doing them. Or anyone. Any favors. Personality disorder. Doesn’t make you bad. Also doesn’t make you good. Your actions do. Acting like Amy from Gone Girl did nothing wrong when she date rapes her boyfriend & then frames him for doing that to her & ruins his life, then blackmails her husband who is terrified of being murdered by her into staying with her for the sake of the child she made at a fertility clinic with his sperm without his consent, bc she’s a woman. Isn’t good. Men aren’t more deserving of violence than women. Neither is anyone else. Jane. Left an infant child in an unheated car in subzero weather in a snow storm with zombies around that easily would hear it cry and go eat it. So she could lie and say she already let zombies eat it to bait a man with easily triggerable PTSD who had just lost his family to zombies for the second time into starting a fight. Because he was injured, unarmed, weak, down an eye, and 50, while she was fit, mid 20s, healthy, and armed with a hunting knife. Because she wanted an excuse to kill him without looking bad, because she wanted the 11 year old girl she was co-parenting with him, all to herself. And her immediately responding to the dude throwing a punch by stabbing him in the stomach to escalate the fight from brawl to life or death, then losing her knife, and instead of telling him the baby was alive & she’d made it up to start a fight which could have at any point ended the fight, begging the 11 year old child to gun down her oldest surviving friend with her own hands in cold blood so that she’d get what she wanted? Is evil. As is crying on the 11 year old and using pity as a weapon to get her to stay with her if she gets mad and wants to leave when she realizes Jane staged the whole thing for an excuse to murder, and so is after realizing like a month later that she is pregnant, committing suicide, and leaving the 11 year old that she just manipulated into killing her oldest surviving friend/completely isolated on purpose so she could have her to herself, totally alone in the apocalypse to care for an infant. Jennifer’s Body? Is a fantastic film. And Jennifer didn’t deserve any of what happened to her. But not one single boy she kills during the course of that film deserved it—and explicitly so. Even the guy who could easily have been a meathead jock bully is outside alone crying becuase his best friend just died and he loved him before she decides to lure him off and eat him alive. And acting like it’s totally fine & Needy should have just let her keep eating boys instead of killing her? Is fucked up. None of them deserved to die. And no one deserves death innately more because they are or are not something that is just a factual designator of their makeup as a human. The exchange student was scared and alone and nice, the catholic kid was sweet and Needy’s friend, Chip is a bad boyfriend but he meant well and being stupid doesn’t mean you deserve to die. And this girl ate them alive. That’s not funny. Or cool. Or fine becuase they were dudes. Gertrude Robinson? Chose again and again to betray people who loved her, or trusted her—sold out victims of awful trauma to their worst nightmares. Killed friends in the worst possible ways, like it was nothing. Michael loved her, and trusted her, and tried to care for her, and she without faltering fed him to his worst nightmare and forced him to become it. There is nothing excusable about that action.

Jude Perry? Has 0 redeeming features. Didn’t even stay faithful to her poor gf & was creepy obsessed w Agnes. Literally murdered her co-worker friend just because he was happy, and she wanted to destroy things: that’s it. She didn’t even dislike him. Murdered him because he had a wife and kid and house and it seemed fun, then burned down his house, took his wife’s money, and now checks in on his kid every so often in case he ever recovers from the trauma she inflicted enough to be fun to kill. There is literally nothing good about this woman. Yes. I mean that. Because being a lesbian? Is just a thing. There is no g/b tag, there is no tag at all. Amanda Young? Got kidnapped and tortured and forced to choose between killing a man who couldn’t resist but was conscious to watch her, and letting herself die, and she killed him. Then, instead of responding to that trauma with guilt or responsibility or anger at her captor, joined up with him and started helping him kidnap people just like her. She was not forced, she was not lied to. It does not matter if John was manipulative; she is a grown ass woman and like all grown ass adults, responsible for her own actions and choices. She did not get manipulated pitifully into this—she did not go unwillingly. She volunteered, with a happy vengeance, became obsessed with John and in love with him, despite his complete lack of interest. And she did not even just do what he did. She decided on her own that no one deserved redemption, & she killed them for fun in traps that wouldn’t let them go even if they did whatever awful thing the trap demanded as a price for life, just for the fun and power trip of watching them die helpless & in agony. That was all her, & her alone. She sat in a house full of people slowly dying from organ decomposition over the course of a few hours, for no crime worse than drug addiction—the thing she of all people should have been most sympathetic to—knowing full well at any time she could have saved them and stopped the game, and did nothing. She held a woman in her arms and stroked her head lovingly while she let her die in one of the most inhumane ways possible for the crime of having not been able to break an addition. She got saved by a 16 year old child multiple times, who had done nothing more than shoplift, and stood by while he had to watch a man get his brains blown out, another burn to death in an oven. As his organs slowly dissolved too. Watched the kid kill another human being & massively traumatize himself to save her life. And responded to that by attacking & knocking him out, tying him up, locking him up for days in a tiny safe bound and gagged with an oxygen supply to keep him alive, to be a piece in another game. Left his father, who had shown up to try & save him, to starve to death in chains in a horrible abandoned rotting room, & never even told him his son was alive. Let every other addict die horribly, let that kid sustain permanent damage to his organs that will kill him young, antidote taken or not, took his dad from him, & went back to torturing without a second thought. Kidnapped a woman whose worst crime was being a doctor & dating someone while maybe separated instead of divorced from her husband, put her in a trap that would take her head off with shotgun blasts, threatened her for fun, & then killed her even after she did everything she was asked, because it was more important to her that the old man she was obsessed with think she was special and great, than for the other woman to get to stay alive another day & go home to her daughter. There is nothing sympathetic about Amanda. She’s just not only evil, but too spineless to take responsibility for her own choices & actions, & tries to hide behind a “UwU I am sad & lonely & damaged & having trauma means I can literally torture people to death to feel special & it’s really tragic and sympathetic about me, not evil. Uhm. Some people??? Commit torture-murders?? To cope??” And acting like she’s somehow a victim in this becuase she is a pretty white girl with short hair? Is fucked. Up.

But every. God damn. Time. I see this. Please. It needs. To stop. People go: “UwU pretty girl short hair want” & I go “Ok. I see where u. Come from. Indeed.” But then. They go. “Girl pretty I like. So she was blameless. For this atrocity.” Those words...

Every day. I wake up. Thinking of Janic saying. Iconically. “At least me and Regina George know we’re mean,” and I weep inside. Because I cannot fathom. Or stomach. The lack of responsibility. I will kill. Characters who cannot admit they are bad. Myself. But somehow. They become. Flames. To moths. Of the “UwU pretty white girl short hair. We stan. Victim. Queen. Love her. Never done wrong.” Boy. We all done wrong. Even all my faves. At least once. I think. ...not if we count dogs probably, but people, yes. Ok. Anyway. All this is to say. Characters. Should be judged. Based on what they did. And why. And the aftermath. Not a grouping tag. I don’t mean any of these. Make bad characters. At all. Amy is a great character. So is Jennifer. So are most of them. I have quite affection even. For Jeneffer specifically. But you can like. Character. Without proclaiming. Them perfect humans. Who never did a thing wrong. Or their acts somehow. Justifiable. And ok. And you better stop saying. Ok. Because done. To men. Men do not. Deserve violence. Any more. Than anyone else. No one deserves violence defacto for factors. Outside their control. Wtf. Really people. It’s ok too. For character. To do much bad stuff. And still like character. Villains. And often just complex characters. Sometimes just characters. Do stuff. That is bad. It’s not supposed to be not their fault. Or ok. Also. Women are not a sisterhood. Of flawless beings. Who never hurt anyone or do any bad stuff. They can. And are. Often purpotrators. Of awful acts. And when they are. It is still. Very bad. Still. An awful act. Same level. Even. Of awful. Wild.

In conclusion.

Having short hair. While a girl. Doesn’t make her a butch queen. Who is absolved of all responsibility for that murder she committed. It just makes her a girl with short hair. That did a murder. I’m gonna. Kill someone. Too. And if I chop my hair off. I guess I can get away with it.

[pillowfluffs]

Guardian Demon!Jaehyun

Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: demon!AU, fanasy, slight slight angst?, fluff?? 

Summary: Everyone’s heard of a guardian angel, but what about a guardian demon? 

Author’s note: At the time of writing this, i’m getting out of a slump, so I’m sorry if it’s insufficient i’m sowwy  And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! *Update while/ after writing this concept au: i tried uwu*

*Warning: mentions of violence and a bit gruesome...!* 

He was there ever since you were born

He watched you pop out and from then, he was bound to you whether he liked it or not

Very protective of you, but never wants to really show it in front of others

like he would laugh at you when you tripped in front of the others basically, but when you tripped when he was alone, he caught you

At first, he really didn’t care for you

heck, he even tried to scare you/ make you cry when you were a baby trying to sleep at night

But when you saw him, you smiled and reached out for him; something no one he has guarded has ever done

When he first picked you up, you were so tiny and warm and squishy, but you didn’t cry, even seeing his giant black wings that were the size of his body when folded against his back

As you grew up, he began to conceal himself more, watching you from afar or invisible when close to you

Whenever you played outside, he watched over you from like the branch of a tree in the shadows or just sat on the edge of a roof

Visible to other guardians, but invisible to humans

His being was bound to you until the day you died

When you die, however, he would collect your soul and then he would be reassigned to someone else

It’s been like this for centuries

One day you were outside your house, drawing on the sidewalk with some chalk

You were so focused on perfecting your drawing of a cartoon character who you loved at the time, you didn’t even notice the white van parked at the end of the block, only a few houses away from where you were

You may not have noticed, but Jaehyun for sure noticed

He watched the van and the men in the van stoically as he sat beside you on the curb with his body stretched out, leaning back with his arms supporting his body

His large black wings were relaxed, sprawled across the sidewalk, but of course, no human could see him or them

You sat faced away from them, so you didn’t even see nor sense them approaching you

He turned his head, seeing if you would notice anything, but you were in your own little world

He sighed, realizing he would actually have to do something in order to protect you even though he finally just relaxed, soaking in the Summer afternoon sun

But looking back at the men, he realized he wouldn’t have to do too much; he could tell they were terrible kidnappers

They didn’t even try to dress like normal people; it was so obvious they were up to no good

They walked down the block, looking around making sure there was no one watching, and proceeded confidently

But of course, jaehyun was always watching, especially over you since he had to

He used his wings, pushing himself off the ground

He took a few steps away from you, grew horns out of his head, let embers of fire burn and fall from the ends of his wings, and let his eyes glow red as he approached the sinful men

They were a few steps away when Jaehyun suddenly appeared

Jaehyun stuck up a single finger, bringing them to his lips as if shushing them before the men could even react

They froze instantly on the spot and not a single peep came out of them

A corner of his lips curled upwards devilishly as he approached them, eyes burning like the dying flames of a fire

He relished in the fear practically dripping from the men

Their frozen bodies trembled as they watched him approach them, circling them with his wings and horns

Let’s just say you heard a small squeal from behind you, but when you turned around, you didn’t see anyone, except for a single black feather fall to the ground and Jaehyun got to enjoy a meal ;)

As you grew up, the level of his protectiveness varied

For example, a kid bullying you at school? The kid failed the next test

Some guardians like Sicheng and Jungwoo thought he was being a bit harsh, but some other demonic guardians like Donghyuk even thought he could be doing more

During your teenage years, he began to sit back more, just watching from a farther distance

But at night, all he wanted to do was take you away

Especially the nights where the shouting seemed to never end and all you could do was stay in your room curled up in bed, listening to it all

It broke his nonexistent heart

It was those nights when he would put you to sleep, blocking out the sound so you could sleep well

During high school, this was the time where he got to have some fun

He was all ears whenever he followed you around to you classes everyday, even intrigued and heard the classic high school drama which only amused him

But whenever someone said anything relatively negative about you, whether it be direct or not, they were going to be punished regardless

The harshest he’s ever punished from your school was declining their acceptance to university when they called you ugly from behind your back, even though you had never interacted with them at all

During testing season, it was during these times when even the demonic guardians had to play the role of the angel for once

And they hated it, but it had to be done

He chilled on your bed, skimming through one of your various textbooks while you were hunched over your desk, taking diligent notes

An hour of studying became hours and he just watched you overwork yourself until you fell asleep at your desk

“I’m not trying to collect your soul early,” he tsked as he pushed off your bed, grabbing a fleece blanket and draping it over your body as you slept

He stood beside you, looking at the notes you took, examining them closely

“Your handwriting is so messy,” he squinted at your notebook, trying to decipher whatever you were writing before he snapped his fingers, making them legible slightly

He sighed as he looked at your features, noting how you had grown into them well now that you were older

He leaned over you with one arm holding himself up on your desk, brushing a strand of hair from your face

“See? Isn’t it nice being nice?”

Jaehyun turned on the spot meeting a familiar face sitting on your windowsill

“Don’t you have to watch over your human, Sicheng?” Jaehyun shifted, leaning against your desk beside your sleeping figure

Sicheng wore a white shirt with a blue jean jacket and black jeans as he sat on your windowsill, letting his white wings hang out the window

His hair ruffled from the evening spring breeze and his wings seemed even more ethereal as the pale moonlight bounced off of him

“Like yours, mine fell asleep, only, they fell asleep in bed.” He tilted his head cutely

“Well, I’m not gonna carry them or tuck them in. They wanted to study, then I’m just going to let them study. If they fall asleep, then they sleep. Plain and simple, Cheng.”

“You really are heartless, wow,” he sighed as he stepped into your room

“May I?” he asked before he entered officially

“Do what you want,” he spoke coldly with his hands tucked into his pants pockets

He made his way to you, but he never touched you; only Jaehyun could do that, but he could use his abilities on you

With the wave of his hands, you began to levitate, floating towards you bed at Sicheng’s will

To top it, with the snap of his fingers, you were tucked in nice and snug into your bed 

“Thanks…”

“Just try to take care of them well, and don’t put others in too much emotional trauma or physical pain,” Sicheng smiled and patted his shoulder before he flew off into the light sky himself

As much as he felt like he shouldn’t really care for your wellbeing, except in emergencies, he couldn’t hide the envy whenever he saw guardian angels do their roles

He wanted to do so much more for you and felt guilty towards you that you were stuck with a demon than a kind angel

There was kindness in him, he knew it; it’s just buried very very deep within and it wasn’t his nature to be kind

You slept soundly, clinging the blanket close to you as he knelt down beside you, letting his wings sprawl out on the ground

He took in your features, remembering back to when you were a cute little kid

Just then, your breath began to quicken as tears began to come out of your sleeping eyes

“Oh boy…” Jaehyun sat on the edge of your bed, carefully lifting you, and placed you in his lap

He combed his fingers through your hair gently. “Shh… it’s okay…” he whispered softly

His fingers acted as a comfort, but he also used his ability to search your mind, looking for the thing that caused you so much pain in your sleep

It was the typical human nightmare; failing to get into university and losing family and friends all in one giant mess

He sighed as he continued to just comb through your hair, looking back down to your sleeping face

You had calmed down and put his being to ease, but you also clung to him

“I won’t let that happen, Y/N…” He wiped away your tears and stayed with you throughout the night, only disappearing when you woke

Years later, you were out of college and fresh in the real world

Now that you were an adult, he grew excited since he could be more brutal if anyone crossed you

Like one time, you were driving home after work and let’s just say you didn’t have the best day

Your day got sooo much better when a car had rear ended you at a redlight

The two of you stepped out of your cars and you were faced with a large man

He took big strides towards you and began to raise his voice at you, even raising his arm as if he was going to hit you

This only made you scared and Jaehyun felt it

You tried to speak when he finished, reasoning with the clearly intoxicated man and how it was his fault but you were constantly cut off

He was in your face and at one point even shoved you roughly

This was when Jaehyun had had enough and not to lie, but he even grew a little giddy that he could do something to this bastard now

You had had enough too and just gave up and turned back, went to your car, and dug around for your insurance information to give to the man

(Don’t do this guys, really, epecially if it’s not your fault. Remain calm and take a stance!)

As you got back into your car, Jaehyun appeared in front of the man

“W-who are you?” his words slurred and stuttered, clearly alarmed as he took a small step back

Jaehyun simply stood there in his demonic form

As you got back out of your car, the man was shocked, his eyes wide as his body broke out into a cold sweat

“Uh, I-I’m sorry about all this. Just here,” he spoke rapidly as he grabbed all the cash from his wallet and politely handed it to you before he scurried back into his car, driving off

“What?” You stood there confused as you watched the taillights of his car disappear into the night

Jaehyun stood behind you the entire time, eyeing the man, scaring him even more with his wings flared, showing off how big they were

he smiled as he watched the man drive off, knowing he would fly by sometime in the middle of the night while you slept to enjoy a midnight snack

But he had to miss out on his meal when you got home, suddenly thanking whoever for always looking after you, even though you never felt like you deserved it

It honestly took him aback since no one’s ever done it besides you

Fast forward a few months

You moved into your first apartment

But it wasn’t in the safest place in the city

People around the city began to gradually disappear

News and police had claimed it to have been a gang of men, though, there had been very little to no sightings

The amount of security cameras as well as police patrols increased significantly

It was heavily advised for people not travel alone

A few weeks had passed since anyone had disappeared and fortunately, you hadn’t seen anything or anyone suspicious

But of course, it all went away when you went to go buy some ramen

It wasn’t even that late and the streets perpendicular to your block was filled with people like some sort of festival

You figured it was safe so you just went down the block to the convenience store, buying some instant noodles for a late night meal

Jaehyun followed from an aerial view of course, walking around on the rooftops, greeting other guardians as he saw them

“Whatcha doing?” Sicheng appeared besides Jaehyun as he walked along the edge of the rooftops, peering down to you

“As always, guarding, waiting for a chance to maybe snatch a soul if they hurt or cross them. You know, the usual,” Jaehyun replied, glancing to Sicheng. “How about you?”

“Same as you, except for the killing part… Whoops, sorry, gotta go, but watch over your human; it’s dangerous these days… Some guardians have even disappeared..” he said before he flew away, closer towards his own human

He heeded his words, looking down into the street and no longer finding you there

His eyes and horns appeared in a split second before he took to the sky

Everything was red, but all he looked for was the glow

The aura you always gave off since he was bound to you so whenever he lost sight of you, all he would have to do is go into his full demonic from and look for the glow

You shone like a beacon, moving away from him fast on the main road

He flew into the night, following your aura, feeling anger flow through him, curious as to who was stupid enough to kidnap you

By the time you stopped moving, he appeared at an old abandoned warehouse towards the edge of town, near the docks

He landed on the roof, watching through the wide skylight

You were suddenly dragged in by two men wearing all black into a room with about ten other men spread out with weapons of their own kind

You were thrown to the ground with your wrists tied behind your back and tape covering your mouth, completely helpless

Tears streamed down your face, as you tried to sit up

One of the men approached you, landing a hard blow across your face, sending a burning, stinging sensation into your left cheek

He stepped back and they all looked around as if they were waiting for something to happen, but nothing did

You laid on your side in pain, letting the tears roll down your face onto the dirt floor, terrified at what would happen next

After a few moments, another man approached you

You shook your head, whimpered, letting out cries and pleads and begs to not do whatever he was going to do, but the next thing you knew was darkness and pain

He kicked you hard into the stomach, knocking you out and this was when Jaehyun had had enough

“Where the hell are they?” a man asked boldly

The men began to argue and dispute, trying to figure out where a certain person was

Jaehyun could care less about them, and right now; all he could care about was you and you alone

With the sight twitch of his finger, all the lights had gone off in the building, throwing them all into darkness except for the mercy of the moon, providing a little bit of light, enough to allow them to collect their bearings

They cocked their guns, unsheathed their knives and other various weapons, preparing themselves for whatever

The glass from the sky light had shattered, allowing Jaehyun an entrance

He dropped down to the ground with a loud boom, landing between your unconscious from and the men who had everything pointed towards him

His horns twisted out of his head and his eyes glowed a burning fiery red in the dark

A broken halo formed above his head, catching on fire as he stared at the men, seeing their tainted souls through their bodies

“Ah, a demon this time…” a man whispered. “This’ll be a good one since they’re rare…”

“His wings are huge… We’ll be unstoppable…” more men whispered as they stared at what they could

“Gentlemen, the only thing you’ll be getting tonight… is death,” his voice dropped an octave before he lay waste to the men, ripping their limbs apart, detaching their sinful heads from their bodies

He thrived in their screams as they met their doom, courtesy of Jaehyun of course

Their bodies were laid out all over the abandoned space; if anything, they were more spread out since the limbs were all ripped from the bodies

He turned back and let his halo disintegrate back into dust, twist his horns back into his head, and let his eyes appear to be dark brown again

The lights had switched on with the single snap of his fingers

Now he really saw the work he had done and sort of regret not giving them an even more painful death

He turned towards your still unconscious figure on the ground, seeing not a single bit of blood on you

Now he really did feel proud

With the simple wave of his hand, the rope and tape was gone

He carefully lifted your body from the ground and took you home

Lucky for Jaehyun, you were unconscious through the whole fight and flight

But he still greatly worried for you

He laid you down on your back on your bed and with the simple wave of his hand, you were in pajamas; an oversized black tshirt and shorts

Your face had begun to bruise

He hooked his finger to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it just enough so he had a clear vision of your wound

A greenish-purplish bruise the size of his fist was on your stomach

“Woah, what happened?” Sicheng squeezed through the window with his eyes wide seeing you on the bed

“It was an ambush… Bastards thought by hurting them, they could I’m assuming summon the guardian… From what it sounded like, it honestly sounded like they were just using them as bait and were trying to steal our wings or powers…”

He thought back recalling the words and whispers the men shared upon seeing him, but it didn’t matter now; they were all dead

“You gotta put some ice on that.” Sicheng said as he was close to your body, looking at the wound

“I know.” With that said, A sudden cooling pack appeared in his hand out of thin air

He carefully pressed it to your body, applying an even pressure

You winced at the sudden cold feeling, beginning to regain consciousness

“Oop-” with that, Sicheng disappeared, but Jaehyun could see him of course. He just stood back

“Ow.” You reached up to feel your face, but suddenly feeling the coldness on your stomach

You looked down to see what was happening, only to see a man sitting beside you

To say you were surprised would be an understatement

You kicked back, suddenly regretting your movement and felt the burn through your stomach

“W-who are you and why are you here? H-how did you ev-”

“Stop moving and talking so much and lay back down. I’m treating your injury.”

“How’d I…” Memories suddenly flashed back and you didn’t even feel the tears gliding down your face

“I’m not here to hurt you… If anything, the complete opposite. I’m Jung Jaehyun, your guardian demon,” he spoke with his eyes, staring deep into your soul, yet it had the most calming effect

You stared back, taking in his features, then that’s when you saw his wings, unable to believe that you hadn’t noticed them earlier

You couldn’t place your finger on it, but you believed he was telling the truth; there was the strongest feeling of familiarity coming from him

He sat there confused, feeling strange himself as you just stared at him, unsure of what to do or say

“Y-you… I remember you…” Tears began to stream down your face, blurring your vision. “You tried to scare me when I was a kid… Have you been with me since?”

“Yes.” He nodded, feeling a slight bit guilty knowing Sicheng was still listening and knew he would make a comment later about it

 What you did next even made Jaehyun stop breathing

You threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, crying into his shoulder. “T-Thank you…”

“Hey… shh…” He rubbed your back soothingly. “You don’t need to thank me, I’m bound to you.” He pulled you back, holding your crying face in his hand

“Those too…” you managed to push out. “You were the one that comforted me whene-” you winced at the pain on your stomach unable to finish

“Lay down.” He took you by the shoulders, pushing you back down gently

You didn’t argue and just did as he said

he pressed the ice pack against your tummy

a few hours passed with the two of you talking as he treated your wounds, wiping your remaining tears away

while talking, you couldn’t help but admit that he was quite handsome and quite the gentlemen despite being a demon too

he filled you with in stories of the things had done for you, some even clearing things up for you

you felt so warm and happy knowing that you had someone watching over you

the more you wanted to know, the more tired you became realizing the late hour

he sat beside you through everything all your life and you never knew you had someone so close to you

he had been telling you another story of yourself when you had drifted off to sleep listening to his soft baritone voice

you fell asleep with one arm as your pillow and the other holding his hand as he held the now squishy ice pack

he stopped his story, slowly taking his hand away to let you sleep when you squeezed his hand in yours tiredly

“stay with me… please?” You peeked your heavy eyes open, looking up to him

demons have no hearts since it wasn’t necessary for blood to be pumped through their bodies from an organ

their demonic bodies did it naturally for them

but Jaehyun had never desired to have a heart more than right now cause he know it would be doing flips right now

“alright,” he spoke softly

He tossed the ice pack behind him only for t to disappear into thin air before it could fall on the floor

You scooted over as he got in, attaching yourself to him as he laid down

the two of you laid down comfortable in each other’s arms - you more in Jaehyun’s arms tbh

his wings were spread out behind him, hanging off the bed

once you were comfy, you were asleep in a matter of moments

he didn’t require sleep so whenever you fell asleep, he either went out to find Sicheng or just wander around your place and other places

or just stayed beside you as you slept, making sure nothing happened as always

he laid still for the first time, feeling the natural warmth from the blanket rather his fire

and he had to admit, he felt the demonic equivalence of what it felt like to be sleepy to a human, but he would never fall asleep

He turned his head around, seeing Sicheng still there

he sat in your chair with popcorn in his hand and the glasses used for 3D movies on his head, eating it as if he was watching a movie

“You entertained?” he spoke firmly, but not loud enough to wake you

“Very much so. That was like a whole drama. 10/10.” He gave a smug smile with a thumbs up

Jaehyun cracked a smile, shaking his head

“Let me know what happens in part two, I have to go,” he said as his accessories disappeared and he crawled out your window, flying off

“part two, my ass,” he scoffed pulling you closer to him, closing his eyes as if he were to sleep

for the first time in his immortal life, Jaehyun didn’t want to collect the soul of the human he was bound to guard

and he never felt a stronger urge to protect his human until this moment with you

your soul was one he wanted to cherish and protect forever and he vowed to himself to do so

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Draft made: July 1, 2019 at 7:04pm EST Final Draft made: July 10, 2019 at 6:41pm EST Posted: August 4, 2019 at 1:30pm EST