#yeah.. hes the best tho yknow

[sometimesmaybespoof]

When she Half on my Life till I 2

[biddy-biddy-biddy]

maybe i should talk/show more about my oc now that i’m thinking… idk! everyone is doing something for their ocs/self inserts idfkkkk…

like i just made her for funsies like haha what if i’m eltingville also everyone is eltingville/northwest why not do it…

[cutemeat]

@nightcrawlerzincorporated Exactly the point i was making with this post thank u 🥹💛

Season 6 // Season 16

[bonemeal12]

I love watching bad movies cause then nobody gets mad at me when I talk the whole time and repeat every noise/phrase I find funny and yell about the plot holes and the subtitling mistakes.

[the-acid-pear]

The funniest even in L.L.'s life to this date is all the way back in japan when they straight up missed their lover fighting to the death (and winning) against one of their good pals because they spent the whole day just having gay sex w their main babygirl. Truly their best era.

[viti-ocs]

Idk why, but I still refer to my ex best friend's ocs and keep them as having once been part of my characters' lives. We all share an ex in a way, I suppose

[chisatowo]

Watching ppl act shocked abt Aya mental illness is so funny 2 me like. Ya where have you been this is pasupare we serve mental illness here

[bigbuffjoonie]

SEOKJIN PLEASE LMAO

I ran out of tag space I’m so sorry in advance but I just wanted to say I love that their names are Dark Hobi and Evil Yoongi lmao bc that also means in canon either they call themselves that or the heroes call them that and either way is so funny to me 😂

Versus | MYG, JHS - Chapter Two

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Hoseok

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, crack, enemies to lovers, Villains!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: weapons - daggers & laser gauntlets, swearing, mentions of blood, fighting (superhero workout-style), masturbation (m), allusion to shower sex

Word Count: 2.7k

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Supervillain exes Yoongi and Hoseok are sick and tired of having their plans for world domination wrecked by you, aka Vitality, the world’s most powerful superhero. When fellow villain Jimin suggests a little competition to see who can bring you to your knees, they both eagerly accept. Now the battle is on as both men engage you in fight after fight to see who will conquer you first. Will you finally defeat these two, or will they destroy you - and possibly take each other out in the process?

A/N: The challenge has been accepted, now it's time to establish the rules! And introduce a few other key players. Also, uh, gird yourselves, here comes the angst. Just a little!

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Chapter One ✨ Series Masterlist ✨ Chapter Three

CHAPTER TWO - THE RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

Hobi stalks angrily through his lair. Struts, actually. Not intentionally. It’s just how he walks, like the world’s his runway. Helps that he’s usually dressed to kill, both literally and figuratively. 

At the moment, he’s striding towards his weapons room wearing a stunning embroidered Louis Vuitton suit that has all of his henchmen doing double takes, and not just because of the splattered blood staining the luxe threads.

The life of a henchman is hard, as one constantly risks bodily injury time and time again for one’s leader, but working for someone who looks like that helps to soften the blows a bit. 

Hobi glares into the retinal scanner outside the weapons depot and the doors slide open as it recognizes his chestnut orbs. It also recognizes his glare. 

“Rough day, daddy?” a robotic voice purrs overhead. 

“Yes, Jin, today was shit,” Hobi declares as he returns his laser gauntlets to their place in his vast arsenal. “And I thought I told you not to call me that?”

“Sorry, sir,” the integrated A.I. system replies. Hobi rolls his eyes in annoyance. Perhaps it was a mistake giving the Synthetic Electronic Optimum Knowledge Jung Intelligence Network aka S.E.O.K.J.I.N. (Jin for short) sentience. The first thing it did upon rebooting was declare its undying devotion to Hobi. Which means an endless stream of ridiculous terms of endearment. Or pet names. Or worse.

Hobi’s starting to fear he’s going to grind his teeth into dust.

“Want to tell me all about it?” Jin inquires, automatically opening the vault door to Hobi’s inner sanctum.

“Not particularly.” He’d rather not rehash his day. It was painful enough living through it. 

Of course, Jin is undaunted. “Did the meeting at Jimin’s not go well?”

Hobi’s lithe fingers work the knot in his tie, loosening it until he’s able to tug the thin strip of fabric from his neck. “It was fine. Productive. We nailed down the rules of engagement for Jimin’s contest.” 

The terms of the challenge are concise and clear:

No outside help

No teaming up

The competition ends when Vitality draws her last breath. The man responsible wins.

The first rule is the most important. No outside help means neither can ask for assistance from any other villains, including Jimin, who must remain an impartial observer, as he so haughtily put it. The only exception is the allowance for both to continue to use Jimin’s power disrupters. 

Jimin originally decreed that the disrupters were banned, but swiftly reversed course and said they could use them since they already had them. The meeting then paused so Jungkook could apply some bandages to Jimin before he bled out all over his newly-cleaned rug.

As far as Hobi is concerned, rule two is completely unnecessary. Moving on. 

The final rule is mainly a technicality, making sure everyone understands the goal here. Once that annoying little superhero is gone, the victor will be declared. And to the victor go the spoils. Namely, a straight line to world domination, and the knowledge that they’re the superior villain, second to none. 

“That doesn’t sound very upsetting,” Jin muses. “Is it because Yoongi was there again?”

At the mention of his ex’s name, Hobi snarls. “No. I can handle seeing him.” He continues to strip, frowning at the sight of his ruined suit. Once he’s completely bare, he wanders through his bedroom to his en suite for a shower. 

“Then I guess I just don’t know what’s got you so mad, kitten.” 

Hobi presses a finger to the pinched spot between his dark brows, rubbing soothingly. The bathroom door opens. “I’m going to shower. If Jimin calls, tell him to expect a dry cleaning bill tomorrow.” 

He sighs wearily as the door closes behind him. There are no cameras in this room, so Jin is blind to what goes on in here. Not because Hobi is shy. Quite the opposite, actually. But he needs one room in the underground lair he calls home where he can go to be totally and completely alone.

Tucked away at the bottom of his vanity is a picture frame. He pulls it out, gently running his thumb over the photo inside. Bad idea. Too many conflicting emotions swirl through his already disquieted mind. He tilts the frame away and catches his reflection in the fingerprint-coated glass. The man gazing back at him struggles to maintain his cool demeanor. He turns away.

Warm water pours from the rainfall showerhead, filling the room with steam. Hobi stands directly underneath the stream, still adrift, until one particular feeling bubbles to the surface, and he strokes himself until he’s shuddering, his release washing away without a trace. When he exits the bathroom later, towel slung low over his hips, his expression is calm once again, betraying no sign of the maelstrom within.

THOCK

Taehyung strolls down the quiet hallway of the mansion. 

THOCK

He pauses outside the study, strands of his bright blue locks falling in his eyes as tips his head, listening. 

THOCK

With a grimace, he twists the doorknob. “Yoongi-hyung.” 

“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi responds cordially, before flinging another dagger. 

THOCK

The blade lands directly in the middle of a face.

“Didn’t know you were back already.” 

Yoongi doesn’t reply as he saunters across the room. With a violent yank, he jerks the dagger out of the nose where it’s embedded, and grabs the other six that form a perfect circle around it, leaving only the one at the top that pins the portrait in place. 

“Meeting ended early,” he finally states. He removes his striped suit jacket, hanging it primly over the back of a chair before resuming his position several paces in front of the wall. “Jimin fell ill.” 

Taehyung notes the dried blood still clinging to one of the blade handles. “What did he want this time? Did he finally figure out the bug with the power disrupters?”

“Of course not. No, he wanted us to go over the rules for his stupid little competition.” 

THOCK

“And you didn’t like his suggestions?” Taehyung gestures to the dirty dagger. “Hence the blood?” 

Yoongi pauses mid-throw to inspect the handle of his blade. “Oh, we had a little disagreement, you could say. But Jimin eventually came around to our point of view, and I agreed to all of his terms. As did Hoseok.” 

THOCK

Ah, of course. Hoseok-hyung was there again. No wonder the wall was currently under attack by Yoongi’s blades. Taehyung tries to remember where he’d put the spackle after Yoongi’s last assault on the drywall.

THOCK

As another dagger whizzes by, within millimeters of Taehyung’s unconcerned face (he knows his hyung never misses), he tries not to think about what happened when Yoongi and Hoseok split. Taehyung had never seen Yoongi on a rampage like that before. So many blades. So much blood. As much as he adores his hyung, that’s a side of Yoongi he hopes to never see again. 

“So… what are the rules?”

“No outside help.” 

THOCK

“Even from me?” Taehyung pouts at the thought of not being allowed to help his hyung vanquish his enemy. His entire life is devoted to Yoongi, after hyung saved him. He gave Taehyung a purpose and something solid to cling to when the cruel winds of fate tried to tear him apart. 

In other words, Yoongi’s his rock. 

“No outside help from other supervillains. You’re not on the outside. You’re in my inner circle.” 

Taehyung beams proudly, boxy smile lighting up his handsome features.

“The other rules are simply formalities. No teaming up.” Yoongi laughs dryly. “As if that would fucking happen. I’d rather die than ask Hoseok for help, and I’m quite sure the feeling is mutual.” 

THOCK

“And the challenge is over once Vitality is dead.” 

“Okay. Those all make sense, to me.” Taehyung treads lightly. “So… just letting off some steam, then?” 

THOCK

“A little. But I’m also brainstorming. You know the blades help me think.”

Right. Taehyung remembers when Yoongi was preparing for the Tokyo maneuver. What a horribly stressful time that had been. Yoongi spent so many nights strategizing that Taehyung had ended up replacing an entire section of the wall. Spackle only goes so far. 

“Strategizing how you’ll take Vitality out?”  

“Yes. But I’m planning so much more than that.” He tosses a dagger straight above his head. Taehyung watches it flip a few times before Yoongi effortlessly plucks it out of the air, pinching it by the blade. The smile he flashes chills Taehyung to the bone. “I’m going to take them both out.” 

THOCK

The hilt quivers with the force of Yoongi’s throw, dagger buried once again dead center in Hoseok’s face.

“Harder!” A grunt falls from Namjoon’s panting mouth at your command. “Come on, Joon, give it to me!” 

“Can’t…don’t…wanna hurt you.” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not gonna break, Joon. Fucking stop holding back!”

Namjoon obeys, throwing his next punch with more oomph. Still, you easily dodge the blow, sliding beneath his outstretched arm and landing a jab to his gut. 

“Jesus, if you punch like this on your next mission, you’re never going to win! You gonna need me to come fight all your battles for you?”

Your goading works. The yellow haze surrounding Namjoon shimmers as he spins into a roundhouse kick. As his large foot connects with your torso, you let out a pained “OOF!” and fly across the mat, landing square on your back. All the wind in your lungs leaves your body in one loud whoosh. 

Namjoon hovers over you, hands on his knees as he catches his breath. “You okay?”

Weakly, you flash a thumbs up. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough sparring for today,” Namjoon clucks his tongue. 

“‘M fine. Just gonna… lay here… for a while.”  

Your teammate flops down next to you and rolls into his cool-down stretches. “I know what you’re doing, by the way.”

“Trying to breathe?”

“You know what I mean.” 

Of course Joon sees right through you. He’s your best friend on the team. The two of you have clicked since the day Doc brought you to the company. His hulking frame and frankly mind-boggling strength run counter to his sweet, quiet nature. A gentle giant if ever there was one. But he’s an astute motherfucker, much to your displeasure

“You don’t have to punish yourself for Dark Hobi and Evil Yoongi both escaping again. That’s not on you. Once we capture our targets and turn them over to the containment teams, it’s on them to keep them imprisoned.” 

Obviously, you know this. But it doesn’t do anything to calm the anger still roiling in your chest. How many times are you going to have to defeat those two before they’re captured for good? 

It’d be so much easier if you could just take them directly to The Hole, where all the villains found guilty of crimes against humanity are taken and locked away for eternity. But no. You know the rules - find the target, take them down, turn them over to containment. They’ll be brought to justice by the company’s tribunal, who judge whether a villain is fit to be rehabilitated and reenter society or sent to The Hole forever. 

Justice. What does that word mean, anyway? Why does the company get to decide their fates? You’re the one with the power. 

You know better than to mention these thoughts to Namjoon as he reaches for his toes, loosening his hamstrings. He’ll just recite the same annoying phrases again and again–we’re not above the system, we work for it. No one is meant to be judge, jury, and executioner all in one. It’s not right. 

Except… it sure seems like the company is all three. Why does it get to decide what’s right?

These questions are above your pay grade. Which, admittedly, is pretty high. 

“I’m not punishing myself,” you finally reply, grinning. “I just prefer to spar with someone worthy. No one else here can really give me a workout like you can. Being friends with the strongest man in the world has to have some sort of perks, you know?” 

“Besides literally bench pressing you?” He winks. “Like the other night?”

You stare off into the distance. “Ah, yes, that was a magical evening. The day I discovered I have a size kink. You really made my head go brrrr, you know that?” 

Namjoon frowns. “Sometimes I think we speak two different languages.” 

“Whatever. Help me stretch my thighs, will you? They’ve felt really tight since we got off the treadmills.” Lying on your back, you lift both knees to your chest. Namjoon nods, kneeling by your ass. He grabs one of your ankles and extends the leg, then presses your thigh into your torso. 

It’s a terribly intimate position, but neither of you flush, both deeply familiar with the other’s body by now. It’s hard as fuck to date as a superhero. Practically impossible, really, with the crazy schedules and the always lurking paparazzi, not to mention the groupies–the cape clingers, as the company calls them. So the two of you have an arrangement. Purely physical. 

“I heard the search for Hobi’s lair isn’t going well,” Namjoon murmurs, his thick fingers digging into your flesh as he switches legs. He is unfortunately correct, which you already know without hearing whatever gossip he’s about to drop. “Doc said the presentation to the shareholders last month kinda skirted around the scout’s report.” 

Over the years, Dark Hobi has completely managed to elude your company’s ability to locate his base of operations, despite the fact that you’re pretty sure his weapons cache alone must be the size of Texas. Whatever he is using for security is clearly more sophisticated than anything the company has, a fact that absolutely drives the CEO mad. He wants to be the one with the best toys. 

“I’m telling you, he’s got an underwater base. It’s the only thing that makes sense,” you mutter back, making a face at Hyunjin when he walks by and whistles suggestively at the two of you. “Oh, fuck off, Jinnie, you know you wish you were the cream filling in this delicious whoopie pie right now.” 

Hyunjin just laughs, but Namjoon rolls his eyes. ”Whoopie pie?”

“I don’t know, I’m hungry.”  

Namjoon releases your legs and begins to stretch his own. “Anyway… he said the meeting was pretty cut and dry, the usual facts and figures, not much new. Oh, I guess there was some sort of weird Geiger spike the other night out in Busan but when the teams combed the area it came from, they didn’t find anything.”

“Busan? Who do we suspect is in Busan these days?”

“No one new that we know of. Just Jimin.” He snorts and you both begin to cackle. 

“Fuck, could you imagine if that guy got his hands on nuclear weapons? Probably blow himself up immediately.” As far as villains went, Jimin aka Mr. Machiavelli is less of a threat to mankind than Dark Hobi or Evil Yoongi than he is to himself. And he isn’t some sort of amazing tactician who keeps slipping through your fingers–no, you’ve defeated him plenty of times. The only reason he isn’t currently in containment is because he has an uncanny knack for charming the guards into letting him go. 

With a yawn, Namjoon stands, offering you his hand. “Probably. Come on, I need a shower.” 

”And that requires me?”

“Yes. You blew off your steam, now I gotta blow off mine.” 

Namjoon tugs you into the communal changing area where your other teammates are milling about and you giggle as he helps you shuck your gym clothes in front of an eye-rolling Hyunjin. “Stop gawking, Jinnie, haven’t you ever seen two people about to fuck before?”

Bang Chan runs into the shower area, blue aura blazing. “Vi, we just got word that Dark Hobi’s been spotted off the coast of Jeju Island. Doc wants you ready to mobilize in ten.” 

You sigh. Just another day’s work. “Ten minutes? Fine.” Taking Namjoon’s hand, you lead him into one of the shower stalls. “Come on, thunder thighs, show me what you can do in five.”

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[mamawasatesttube]

my ideal timkon don't get together until they've both already done some queer realizations and dated other guys a little bit, in part because on tim's end, i think he's been in love with kon since he was 17, but at 17 tim didn't even know he was bisexual, forget anything else. and his feelings for kon were so big but also so constant that he didn't even realize they were there or significant because they've always been there and been huge. for years. so he putters along and does his time in the torment nexus (the closet) and languishes a bit but slowly starts to figure it out.

meanwhile kon dates someone, mostly like omg im dating a guy this is ALLOWED !??!?! and its pretty lowkey and casual and doesnt last bc like . super identity issues, right. kon would Never just tell someone, but secrets and casual relationships dont last long etc etc. but just the entire principle of kon dating someone and then being like yeah idk im not really feeling it like hes nice and all but i think hes more interested in like… yknow, my hot bod, than me. its whatever tho. and tim just being SOOOOO mad that someone would date kon and not absolutely adore him. tim will not be unpacking why hes so mad about kon having a shitty boyfriend. obviously its just bc kons his bestie and deserves better. (😶)

so he's just grouchily tinkering on some upgrade for his car to get the grumpy energies out. like WHATEVER! (angrily turns socket wrench) he's not saying kon should dump the guy or anything (angrily turns socket wrench) but he's just SAYING, kon can do BETTER!!!!! (angrily turns socket wrench) and kon DESERVES better!!! kon deserves someone who will treat him RIGHT!!!!! (angrily turns socket wrench) like if TIM was gonna fuck kon he wouldn't do it like a goddamn quickie and just fucking leave (angrily grabs the next size socket and scoots further under the car) like kon OBVIOUSLY doesn't like that so why won't this guy GET THAT!!!! (angry tinkering noises) if he's that shallow he can go find himself a sexy body pillow to screw!!! leave kon alone!!!!

and cassie sitting on a chair nearby is just like. sorry what was that? "if i was gonna fuck kon"? did you just say--hey tim? hey. can you go back a step?

and tim's just. obviously this is a hypothetical everyone considers about kon. look at him he's . you know. besides, tim's just talking as his best friend who wants the best for him! ugh stop trying to read into it cassie, that's not the POINT--

[toxycodone]

"Are they into PDA?" - Dungeon Meshi Edition

content. multiple x reader, fluff

an. yknow i havent written in like a week ESPECIALLY for my beloved dungeon meshi so. here is this. I'm kinda using this too as like practice bc i have never written for a lot of these characters but I would love to try!

Let me know if you want me to do this for another fandom <3 or if i forgot some characters

Laios's Party

Laios - He can go 50/50. I think at the start of a relationship he’s really awkward about it (he’s not used to anyone being affectionate with him besides his sister). But as time goes on he starts to really get into it. He just loves finally feeling accepted and cared for it’s just 💕💕 yeah. He’s lovey dovey enough with you in public to make people cringe. And he doesn’t get it when people suggest he should cool it down. Laios’s PDA is never heated or anything. Just cute and romantic. He’s smitten.

Falin - Similar to Laios, but I think she’s more chill with it off the bat. Falin gets hit with that puppy love phase HARD when you first start dating so she’s all shy and her heart’s pounding but she’s only bashful because she’s just so into you!! post-chimera she becomes a lot more assertive and has less regard for others witnessing your PDA. She’s always sitting close to you, holding your hand, resting her head on your shoulder (or letting you rest your head on hers). I also think she has a habit of sneaking up on your and nipping your neck/shoulder.

Marcille - ENJOYS IT. Like…there is not denying it. Marcille loves PDA. You would think your hands are glued together or something my God when you two are walking she’s always holding yours and swinging your arms while humming a little tune AHHHH…of course her cheeks will be stained red though. You ask for a kiss in public and she’s squeaks out an “…okay.” (Then has to hype herself up and is timidly puckering her lips w her eyes squeezed shut comically tight). Anyways. Yeah. She’s a little obsessed with you okay.

Chilchuck - He’s more lowkey and chill about PDA. He admires other couples when he witnesses it “aaah, young love.” But I think Chilchuck is a bit too mature to just. Make out with you in public (now if he’s had a few beers. That’s different. Drunk Chilchuck is a different breed okay.) Chil will give you a goodbye kiss or hold your hand for a second and give you a gentle squeeze, but that’s about it when it comes to public affection. I think he shows his affection fr tho by buying you accessories to wear (scarves, rings, pouches, etc.).

Senshi - He’s not super affectionate in public in general but he doesn’t mind it. Like oh? You wanna give him a little kiss? Sure. That’s fine. But then when he realizes others witnessed it then Senshi gets bashful. Thank god he has that thick ass beard bc I know he’s blushing way too hard. He blushes really hard at any PDA between you two. It’s honestly super cute. :3

Izutsumi - No. Hard pass. Do not. It just makes her incredibly uncomfortable (honestly the idea of affection in general makes her feel weird bc Izu thinks she’s undeserving, but she likes you enough to try to love herself. For you.) I think Izu substitutes PDA with handmade things…like. One day after a little thinking and comparing you guys to other couples she’s a little nervous about you thinking she doesn’t like you/isn’t a good partner. So…you guys have matching necklaces she made instead. It’s just a pretty rock and some feathers tied clumsily in twine but! She’s trying! It’s a step in showing that Izu wants something to link you guys together to others.

Toshiro - (idc that he isn’t in the party anymore he just fits best here ok) Hear me the fuck out. Toshiro Nakamoto likes PDA. BEFORE YOU STOP READING HEAR ME OUT. I think it’s a huge deal w his characterization that Toshiro is really repressed and is learning to voice his needs/concerns/opinions/etc. and I think this also applies to like. Getting in touch with his desires. Toshiro desires to be loved and cared for and well. He enjoys actions of affection from you. They make him happy. And when he finds himself getting embarrassed about it…he thinks on it. Like why should he feel the need to not showcase this? Anyways, yes he enjoys it. But keep it classy 💕 He prefers to save anything more for when you two are alone.

Kabru's Party

Kabru - 50/50 like Laios. But Kabru’s initial dislike for PDA stems from his own insecurities. Like…Kabru is just still processing that he is capable of love and doesn’t have to basically set his own desires and needs to the side and sacrifice for others. After he jumps over that jump it’s smooth sailing though. (Kinda. Every now and then he gets hit w an insecurity episode). Kabru’s like a fantasy prince. He gives chaste kisses to your lips and forehead, kisses your knuckles…yeah. It’s cheesy, but from him it works.!

Holm - Average PDA enjoyer. Keeps it cool and classy in public. He doesn’t initiate a lot besides a gentle kiss to your forehead or patting your shoulder every now and then. He has no qualms with it, Holm’s just a really mature dude (plus with his religion I kinda think he values being respectful). But like. As soon as eyes are off you guys Holm is WAY more touchy and lovey. When mickbell and kuroo stay at his place he’s always a little miffed mainly because his privacy with you is SACRED to this man.

Mickbell - Says he likes PDA. Cannot handle being kissed without practically exploding. He’s so cringe (I love him). Mickbell the embodiment of that “first kiss” vs. “expecting a kiss with tongue” meme. But he’s the first kiss part. He likes to pretend he has any sort of experience (he does not) and any attempt at PDA leave him glowing red but in his mind he’s like heh…I was so cool. (He wasn’t)

Rin - NO. It’s a mix of bashfulness and her fear of doing something crazy via magic because of crazy emotions. But I think she desperately does crave affection. Being able to be treated like a normal girl and love and be loved with no issue. Yeah. You can probably sneak up on her and give her a smooch or something and she’ll be too stunned to react (thank goodness bc the explosion spell building up fizzles out before it can be fully cast)

Golden Kingdom

Thistle - Little pain in the ass he acts like he hates it but in reality he loves displays of affection. Like Thistle gets all red in the face and waves you off but then he’s blushing and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl when you’re out of sight. In my mind Thistle doesn’t do a lot of PDA (if any) but he’s most definitely writing about you in his poem books 💀 there’s likely books dedicated to you…and yes he’d die if you found out.

Yaad - In the most princely sense, yes. Yaad is very sweet. Polite. Demure. He kisses your hand as a greeting and may kiss your cheek if he’s feeling really crazy (omg). But he treats you like the most respectable being on earth. Absolutely adores you. PDA makes him blush and Yaad will have a cute little smile for a while afterwards and be in a good mood (Laios asks you to be affectionate w him particularly when he knows he royally messed up)

Canaries

Pattadol - DO NOT. Like maybe a cheek kiss is fine but Patty is working VERY hard to look like a formidable leader and when you distract her! She can’t! Plus the prisoners immediately start making fun of her! You guys gotta keep it cool around them. She still loves you though.

Lycion - This is weird but Lycion seems like the type of guy who can do sexual stuff in public with no issue but PDA? It makes him choke a bit. Only because he struggles SO much with self image + self worth so you doing an action just to show affection for him that doesn’t give you anything in return makes his heart skip a beat. Like damn? You really love him? That’s crazy. Anyways. It’s cute as fuck.

Fleki - I honestly don’t know what to say other than you could eat her out in front of a crowd and she wouldn’t flinch. She’s soooo touchy and all over you it probably makes people uncomfortable but she doesn’t give a fuck. She clings to you like a Koala with no issue (like she did to otta in that comic YEAH)

Otta - Yes but she’s going to be pretend chaste about it. Like Otta acts all down to earth in public but I can’t decide if it’s because she wants to tease you or pretend like she has any sense of self control. Once you’re desperate enough yeah you two will be making out in public’s

Cithis - Idk if this is against the grain but I think she’s a bit reserved about PDA. Not because of any bashfulness or whatever (she could give less of a fuck) but with her hinted past experiences with people not regarding her personal space and being weird to her. In my mind just. Cithis has some personal boundaries about being touched and stuff she doesn’t want to be crossed. That’s not stopping her from getting you off under the table with her foot though. (Insane.)

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Did another oopsie and accidentally deleted another ask (*bangs head on table*) BUT HOPEFULLY THE LOVELY ANON WHO SENT IT SEES THIS!!

DADZONE & Child! Reader: John Dory

Includes: GN! Reader, Child! Reader, Adopted! Reader, accidental DILF John Dory, slight angst

TW: mention of spiders and body horror near the end (nothing too graphic but just in case)

🥽 This man doesn't trust himself enough not to fuck up another meaningful relationship ://

🥽 Personally, how I see it, becoming a father is probably the last thing on JD's to-do list. I mean he's definitely got the skills (being the oldest of five and having to raise his brothers means he's picked up a few things), and I like to think that it's something he longs for deep down, but considering how BADLY he fumbled with his brothers the last time they were all in the same room...

🥽 So yeah. In theory would be SO down to start a family of his own, but in practice?? He is EXTREMELY hesitant

🥽 THAT BEING SAID!! Chances are he probably found you as an egg

🥽 He was out one day, hiking out in the forest or exploring coastal coves or rock climbing, when all of a sudden he just… stumbles across an egg. Just sitting there in a patch of moss or nestled into a log

🥽 Ends up taking the egg with him back to Ronda, but not before an actual HOUR of confused staring? Distressed pacing back and forth?? Panicked rambling all the while???

🥽 (the fact that Ronda tried to eat the egg upon his return doesn't help at all)

🥽 John Dory spends the next month or so visiting nearby troll villages and asking anyone who crosses his path "Hey man did you drop this? 😬"

🥽 In the end he decides to take you in himself. Partly because he's gotten tired of all the looks other trolls keep giving him for trying to force an egg into their hands, and also because he… may have grown attached to said egg in the past few weeks. I mean by the end of day 3 he'd already given you a name so you know he's screwed ahsjkakaa

🥽 He tells himself he's taking you in because it's what any good citizen would do (He is a lair. He is 100% doing it for himself)

🥽 The day you hatch is LITERALLY one of the best days of his life? Like he's just making himself some dinner and suddenly he hears crackling coming from his hair?? And then there's babbling???

🥽 This man is going about his day with you nestled in his hair (basically the troll equivalent to carrying a baby on your hip lol). He's choppin trees, foraging for food, and driving his armadillo van all while he's got an actual egg sitting on his head. Absolutely talks to you the whole time, too. He has no idea if you can actually hear him but like.. this man spent the last 20 years all alone in the woods, okay, his ass is lonely :((

🥽 Yknow that thing parents do where they hold up headphones to a woman's womb and play Mozart or whatever to make the baby "smarter" or some shit?? Yeah that's JD. He's doing the same thing to his egg

🥽 no Mozart tho ONLY BROZONE 😤😤 HIS BABY HAS GOTTA HAVE GOOD TASTE AND NOTHING LESS

🥽 If he's really feeling himself then he'll sing the songs himself. And then proceed to give unprompted lore behind the lyrics and the songs "true meaning" (songs include Brozone classics such as Baby Boy Got My Heart In A Headlock Boy and Baby Baby Love You Like A Pizza But Hate You Like There's Pineapple On It Babe)

🥽 "holy crap YOU'RE SO SMALL—"

🥽 UGLY CRYING HOLDING YOU IN THE CROOK OF HIS ARM CARESSING YOUR SOFT LITTLE FACE WITH HIS FINGER

🥽 Will die if you reach for him with your tiny baby hands or just smile up at him

🥽 He's still gonna carry you around in his hair while he goes about his day and stuff ngl. Like for him, it's a signature of your guys' bond and you bet your ass he's gonna be milking it for as long as he can (definitely dreads the day you become too big/old for it)

🥽 Most definitely tries to teach you survival skills as soon as possible. He's teaching you how to fish, he's demonstrating how to start a fire with the bare essentials, he's letting you DRIVE RONDA—

🥽 "It's an important skill to have, champ, trust me!"

"...but I'm only five."

"Never too early for a learner's permit!"

🥽 Defnitely tries to reel in that controlling/perfectionist mindset of his, at least for your sake. The last thing he wants is a repeat of what went down with his brothers. As a result he's probably more lenient when you get into trouble or do something wrong

🥽 Fr tho like... you'll accidentally(?) cause an explosion and his ass will be standing, hands on his hips like "I'm not mad, just disappointed 🤨"

🥽 You thought you were getting spoon fed Brozone content as an egg?? Well congrats on being born cuz now you're getting served Brozone content for BREAKFAST 👏 DINNER 👏 AND 👏 LUNCH

🥽 JDs most definitely the type of guy to break into song whenever he's doing the most mundane of tasks (laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc), and yes he fully expects you to join in and know all the lyrics helloooo?? You've basically been raised on Brozone songs at this point like cmon, don't leave him hanging!

🥽 FR THO!! If you grow up to be a Brozone stan, he's never gonna be more proud of himself <33

🥽 This man definitely has a physical collection of every song/album/cover his band has ever done (I'm mean this is the same guy who kept his brothers underwear in a frame for 20 years so ://). He treats every CD, record, cassette tape, etc. like the priceless artifacts they are and YES, HES GONNA PASS THEM ONTO YOU LIKE THEYR FAMILIY HEIRLOOMS DID YOU EXPECT ANY LESS

🥽 If you grow up to lean more towards a different genre of music or Brozone just doesn't end up being your cup of tea... JDs gonna be a lil devastating ngl

🥽 Pls assure him that he has not failed as a father

🥽 Jokes aside tho! I feel like despite his wounded ego, JD will at least TRY to see your point of view. I mean he's definitely gonna be a bit of a grandpa about it—

*while the two of you are listening to your favorite song*

"I mean, I GUESS it's okay... not nearly as lyrically genius as Brozone's hit single: Baby Girl Ur Sweet Like A Milkshake Girl But I'm Lactose Intolerant Baby 🙄"

"Dad. Please shut up."

—but rest assured that he WILL support you and your music taste <33

🥽 You want merch of your favorite band/artist? No worries he's (stealing it right off the shelf) got money to pay for it! Is there a new album about to drop? He's (breaking into a store in the middle of night like a rabid racoon) patiently waiting in line just to buy it for you! You wanna go to a concert? He's using Ronda to (break speed limits, run people over, disobey every known traffic rule) get good parking at the venue!!

🥽 SPEAKING OF CONCERTS!! I feel like he'd be able to offer solid advice on the do's and don'ts of attending a concert. Like... my guy was in a popular band back in the day and he knows first hand how outta hand concerts can get. He has SEEN some shit ajskskaka

🥽 JD definitely has a photo album full of pictures from back in the day. Some of them are snapshots of him and the rest of Brozone, but a majority of the pictures are just of him and his family— away from the stage and cameras. Just him and his brothers and grandma Rosiepuff too...

🥽 He remembers the exact moment every picture was taken, and he'll tell you every bit of context. Birthday, pranks gone wrong, holidays, first day of school— there's a snapshot for just about every milestone. All you have to do is ask and JD is more than happy to relay every childhood anecdote he can remember

🥽 It gets to the point where you eventually know just about everything about your uncles... WHO YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN MET YET AKSKSKAKAK

🥽 It's definitely something that freaks them out once you finally DO meet them

🥽 Like you'll have a conversation with Clay and they'll be like "yeah I'm not a big fan of spiders haha" and you just go "Oh that makes sense considering you used to have vivid nightmares about them crawling under your skin and tickling you to death" and Clay's just like "how the fuck did you know that????"

🥽 "Dude stop telling your kid everything about us"

"I haven't seen you guys in 20 years! I just wanted them to feel close to their uncles ;(("

"THEY DONT NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HOW I USED TO PICK MY NOSE WHEN I WAS SEVEN"

🥽 John Dory, Older Brother Who Overshares About His Younger Siblings my beloved <33

Ermmm yeahhhh this was originally gonna be one big post including ALL the brothers... but then I started writing for JD and got carries away... so yeah this ask is gonna have to be a multi-parter AJSJSJAKKA SORRY ANON I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF 🤥

NEXT PARTS ARE IN THE WORKS!!

Bruce | Clay | Floyd | Branch

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AAAAHHH HELPING LANDO UNTANGLE HIS CURLS KILL ME

I legit have not gotten his hair out of my head for a while and then now the hair he’s come back from vacation with😳😳😳 literally old style cartoon character with my eyes out of my head

It looks so healthy and soft😭😭

If he were to not rlly have a curl routine I know for a fact I’d be researching that shit up and down to help him find products that work even tho I’ve got the straightest hair ever

OMG he’d pull some shit like “wow didn’t know you loved me so much” don’t play with me rn ok I’ll gladly return all these things 🤨🤨 “see if I care that your hair looks dull I was just doing it for your moms sake🙄”

-🤩

im actually sick thinking about his hair sometimes. it's SO good right now. the mini mullet (lullet if u will), like i am actually obsessed with it. i need him and oscar to stay the fuck away from scissors!!!! honestly he HAS to have a curl routine of some sort, but i feel like he didn't like a year ago or something. it would be so fun to do that.

ugh. yeah. now i'm thinking about it with best friend!reader. like functionally acting like a couple and not actually being one. he asks her what she thinks of his hair and if she likes it. and if she doesn't he literally changes it for her😭 (like they find a curl routine for him because she offhandedly says oh it's a bit messy and dry recently). she cuts it for him if it needs a little trim or something. and back on brushing/detangling his hair because i'm kinda ill over it,

but like. lando sitting in between ur legs, his hair damp after a shower, while u comb it gently, using your fingers more than anything because it doesn't snag as much. the focus of it and the quiet of it and him leaning into your hands and humming when it feels nice. and it devolves briefly into scratching his scalp or massaging the muscles in the back of neck/base of his skull yknow.

ugh. sick.

[gravehags]

pray it all away (but it continues to grow)

Pairing: Dewdrop x f!Reader (Ghoul Bicycle Reader)

Rating: EXPLICIT, MDNI

Words: 3,689

Tags: hurt/comfort that turns into nasty filth, showering, biting, blood drinking, dick riding, cum eating, descriptions of violence and cannibalism (i mean...is it considered cannibalism if the ghouls aren't human tho)

Summary: You knew something was up with Dew, and you intend to take care of him in the best way you know how.

a/n: i just think dew should get some tender loving care. and then get ridden so hard his cock snaps off. yknow?

~~~

“Where’s Dew?”

The pack files into the den one by one, giving each other nervous looks.

“He’s uh…still in the practice room,” Rain says softly, putting his hand on your shoulder. You frown.

“At this hour? You guys were already there way later than usual, he shouldn’t…is he okay?”

Sunshine comes over and gives you a firm side hug.

“He’s going through a rough patch lately,” she murmurs, “Mental block, bad mood…you might have noticed the past few days.”

Ah. So that’s why Dewdrop had been sullen and quiet, slinking off to his room rather than gathering with the pack. You know better than most about rough patches and immediately your heart goes out to him.

“Should I go get him?”

“No,” Rain says quickly, “he needs some time to hash things out. He won’t be long and then you can abduct him for whatever plan you have to help, okay?”

“Am I that obvious?” you say with a soft smile. Sunshine nudges you with a smile of her own.

“To us? Of course. And don’t let him push you away when he does return - you know how he is.”

Moody little bastard, you think fondly.

–

It’s almost an hour later when you hear the door to the den open and slam and you come out of your room and down the hall. You pass the empty living room and stand with your hands behind your back. Dew rounds the corner after a few seconds, brow furrowed and hair in a messy bun at the nape of his neck. He doesn’t appear to see you as he shuffles your direction and jumps when he bumps into you.

“Hey, hon,” you say quietly, wrapping your hands around his forearms and lifting them to sit around your waist. He holds on half-heartedly, eyes avoiding yours.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on if you don’t want to, but you are going to let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

He winces and one of his hands flies to the back of his neck.

“Not really in the mood, y’know?”

“Yeah. I know.” He finally looks into your eyes and the lines on his forehead soften as he beholds you.

“Please,” you murmur, reaching out to cup his cheek. He sighs and rests the weight of his head in your palm. “I know all too well how these things get when you bottle them up. It will make you sick and I can’t stand by and watch that. So please…come with me.”

He sighs heavily through his nose and his shoulders slump.

“Alright,” he says softly.

Taking his hand you guide him to the end of the hallway and into your room, shutting the door behind the two of you with a snap. When he rubs his arm anxiously you notice that his hand is shaking.

“What uh…what do you have in store for me?”

You smile.

“Gonna take a shower and wash your hair, first of all. The rest is a surprise but you won’t have to do a thing, my love. I’ve got you. C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes.”

You strip alongside him and you know something really must be bothering him from the way he doesn’t react to your nudity like he normally would. Guiding him into the large bathroom you open the shower door and turn the water on. When you turn to look at Dew your heart breaks. He looks so…small. Which physically, of course, he is but something about his aura seems downtrodden. The military precision with which he normally comports himself is gone in favor of rounded shoulders and anxiously rubbing his palms, tail low and twitching. You gesture him over to you and as gently as possible, you undo his tangled bun and grab your brush. With great care you run the bristles through his long, blonde hair, gently easing the knots out with a practiced hand. You swear you hear a faint purring coming from him over the sound of the water and it makes your heart swell, just a little bit. Setting the brush down you reach in to check the temperature - scalding, as both you and Dew like it. You step in first, holding out your hand to him and drawing him into the steam. As soon as he submerges himself in the water he lets out a deep groan that you know comes from his soul. You let him stand there soaking it in for a moment, watching him roll his neck and reach up to rub at the base of his horns before grabbing the shampoo bottle and squeezing some out. He obligingly lets you pull him out of the stream and massage it into his scalp, eyes slipping closed as your fingers scratch gently at him.

“Feels good,” he says, so quietly you can barely hear him over the water.

You hum and place a kiss to his shoulder, nuzzling into the skin. You scrub at him for a good while but when you stop and push him back under the water, he lets out a needy whine.

“Don’t worry, cinder. I’m not done with you yet.”

You know he loves that nickname, kept private between the two of you in your most intimate moments. He tilts his head back as you rinse his hair, and not for the first time you’re struck by how beautiful the slight ghoul is. You eye the scars on his neck and the matching ones on his sides, remnants from his previous life as a water ghoul. The slope of his nose, the arch of his brows, the curve of his bone-colored horns. 

“You’re staring.”

For a brief moment and for the first time in a long time you feel a flicker of the old Dew come out. His eyes are cracked just barely - just enough to watch you ogle him with the corner of his mouth curled.

“Yeah, well,” you say, easing him back out of the water and squeezing the excess out of his hair, “you’re real pretty, you know? Anyone ever told you that?”

“Usually when they want something from me,” he says as you open the bottle of conditioner and squirt a healthy amount into your palm, “but when you say it I kinda believe it.”

Oh. Your heart aches at that.

Gently, you begin to ease the conditioner into the ends of his hair, combing diligently for a thorough coating.

“Don’t go back in yet,” you tell him, “Gonna wash your face and scrub you down.”

He flushes, even in the heat of the shower.

“You don’t have to do that–”

“But I want to,” you say simply, putting a dollop of face cleanser in your hands and rubbing them together, “now close your eyes for me.”

He does as he’s told and you massage it into his skin in small, circular motions, making sure everything is covered. When your thumbs rub at the base of his horns, he slides a hand around your waist and pulls you in closer.

“I like that,” he says.

“Mmm, I know you do,” you smile, scooping a handful of water and washing the cleanser off his face. The spade of his tail is drifting along the back of your calf as you grab the silicone scrubber and shower gel.

“Gotta let go of me if you want me to get the job done,” you tell him and he pouts but acquiesces. Tenderly, you run the bristles along the slender planes of his body, smiling when he lets you manhandle him into different positions. When your soapy hand drifts down to brush against his cock, he makes an intrigued sound.

“Later,” you promise with a grin, “if you’re still interested.”

“Sweetheart, I’m always interested.”

“Yeah, the Dew I saw walking into the den twenty minutes ago wouldn’t say that.”

He frowns as you rinse him off.

“Probably not. Ah fuck,” he raises a hand to rub at his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, love,” you tell him firmly as you guide him back under the water to rinse the conditioner off. “Now let’s get this out of your hair so we can go relax, okay?”

“Don’t you have to–”

“Nah. Showered earlier. Just wanted to be in a compact, steamy space with you.”

He snorts.

By the time you shut the water off and grab two of your fluffiest towels, Dew already looks worlds better from what he did earlier. He obligingly lets you put toner and moisturizer on his face, as well as brush out his damp hair. When you hand him a clean pair of pajama pants he cocks his head.

“Did you steal these from my room?”

“Yeah,” you smirk, pulling your nightgown over your head, “I wasn’t about to make you get in my bed nude. How scandalous would that be.”

“Real scandalous,” he says, with a sharp grin. He starts to make his way toward you when he stops and makes a pained sound, gripping his right hand.

“We’re going to address that next,” you say, grabbing a tube of your nicest hand cream off the bathroom counter, “Bed. Now.”

He knows better than to object as the two of you exit the bathroom and pad across the rug to climb into your large bed. When he settles his back against the propped up pillows he lets out a sigh.

“Fuck, I love your bed,” he says, smoothing a hand over the plush, soft duvet. He looks up at the canopy overhead and gets a thoughtful look on his face.

“We should put a mirror up there–”

You groan.

“Not you too…Cumulus already said that. My demon lovers are degenerate sex freaks.”

“That a new reality show like ‘My Strange Addiction’ or ‘Say Yes to the Dress’ or…”

You pause thoughtfully.

“You know actually, I would watch that. Okay stop changing the subject and give me your hand.”

With some hesitation he reaches out and lets you gently take it, squeezing hand cream onto the back.

“Like I said, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you tell him, gently massaging the lotion in, “but what’s with the shaking, huh?”

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head back against the pillow.

“Been having…cramping a lot recently,” he says, “It’s not the first time but unholy fuck it sucks. I’m not playing as well as I should, I’m in pain, they’re unsteady…”

You turn his hand over so his palm is facing up, gently kneading into the meat of it. He lets out another groan - this time of pleasure.

“Your hands are my favorite thing about you,” you murmur, “Favorite physical thing, that is. Even before all of us got together I always admired them.”

“Really?” he says softly, tilting his head to look at you.

“Mmhmm. Strong, dextrous. Love the veins on the tops of them. Love the way they handle a guitar. Love the way they handle me even more. You remember our first time?”

“Heh. Sure do.”

“Thought about your fingers for weeks after that - the way they curled inside me hitting all the right spots? Tried to replicate it on lonely nights with my own fingers but they just didn’t cut it. Don’t tell anyone I said this but no one in the pack fingers like you. Not even Cirrus, and she’s good.”

He laughs, loud and sharp, and the sound makes you grin.

“You buttering me up for something?” he asks.

“Not even a little bit,” you tell him, turning his hand over once more to rub the top, “do you remember the first time we spoke?”

“Yeah,” he says, fondness clear in his voice, “you were helping clean up the practice room. Pretty little thing, hair like fire.”

“Told me you liked my rosary because the garnet beads looked like blood,” you chuckle. “Morbid ass weirdo.”

The sharp grin is back.

“As if you don’t fucking love it, sweetheart. You know I’d kill for you. Shit, I have killed for you.”

You gently lay down his hand and gesture for him to hand you the other one.

“No one’s ever told me the details but Cumulus did mention something about Sister Tamsin…”

“You wanna know?”

You pause midway through squeezing lotion into your hand.

“Is it fucked up that I kinda do?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, “you sick, twisted, beautiful thing. Well since no one else has had the balls to tell you, I will. Sister Marguerite came to Papa after whatever happened in the library that day and whew if you could have seen the look on his face. He suggested dismissal but Marguerite said to let us take care of it in our own way. Papa knows how important you are to us so…he did. Set her loose on the grounds and well…it was grisly. I made the killing blow but the ghoulettes really did a number on her too…we made sure none of her went to waste even if she was a waste in life.”

Your breath comes in short pants as you eye the points of Dew’s canines and the smile that plays on his lips.

“Oh,” you murmur, a sharp ache throbbing between your thighs. “Oh.”

He lowers his hand and you look down to see an all too familiar tent in your sheets. It should make you ill that your lovers murdered and devoured someone who was once cruel to you but all that settles in your stomach is heat and arousal.

“How do you want me?” you ask quietly, eyes flying back to his, “I-I need–”

“I know, baby,” he purrs, lotion-softened hand coming up to run along your jaw, “Horrific little thing, getting turned on by bloodshed in her name. I know exactly what you need.”

He lifts his hips up and slides the sleep pants down, pushing the covers with it to reveal his cock. There’s a fat bead of pre hanging onto his slit and he reaches down to scoop it up with his thumb. He doesn’t even have to say anything and your mouth opens obediently.

“Always knew you were fucked up,” he breathes as you suck diligently on his thumb, “it’s always the quiet ones, huh? My beautiful girl. Come here,” he says, crooking his finger and patting his lap. You don’t even hesitate as you pull your slip over your head and throw a leg over him, drawing your cunt to rest against the curve of his cock.

“Needed this for a while,” he murmurs as you rock your hips against him, “fuck, I missed this. Missed you.”

“Me too,” you whimper, “Dew touch me, please.”

He obliges, first slowly sliding his hands along the meat of your thighs, up and over your belly, to come rest on your breasts. He kneads the flesh, thumbs teasing your nipples in tight little circles. When he leans in to slip one in your mouth, you sigh and he runs his tongue along the bud. 

“Dew,” you sigh, “I–ah!”

You jolt forward as Dew sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast. He begins lapping and sucking more hungrily and when he briefly pulls away, his smile is bloody. You’re speechless, cunt clenching around nothing as you watch his tongue slide over his teeth. Without a second thought you lunge forward, slamming your mouth into his and burying your fingers into his damp hair. The kiss is hungry and where you thought there would be disgust at the taste of your blood on his mouth there is only raw arousal. He’s laughing in between kisses, hand cupping the back of your skull as he sucks on your lower lip.

“Ravenous,” he pants, “fucking ravenous, huh? Tell me how much you want it, baby.”

You raise yourself onto your knees and grab his swollen cock, positioning it.

“Dewdrop I want to ride you so hard we both see stars and I want you to bite and lick and suck and fuck up into me. I want to keep tasting my blood on your lips. I want–”

“Do it,” he snarls, “come on. Take what you want from me.”

It’s all the permission you need and you slam down, taking him to the hilt. He lets out a howl as you viciously begin to take your pleasure.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he pants, flexing his hips upward, “show me what a filthy little beast you are.”

You laugh and when you toss your hair to expose your neck, Dew’s eyes get wide.

“Come on, cinder,” you coo, “I know you want to.”

With a snarl he grabs you and licks a stripe up your throat. He gives no warning before biting down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder and fuck it hurts but you feel so delirious you barely register the pain for longer than a few seconds. The little whimpers he makes as he sucks at your wounds make your cunt clench around him.

“Fuck, baby,” you pant, your shower-damp breasts pressed against his narrow chest as you roughly bounce on his cock, “You’re–ah!--perfect.”

He groans and ruts up into you, claws biting at the skin of your waist. When your moaning gets louder, he unlatches his mouth from your shoulder and pulls back to look at you.

“Belial, look at you,” he growls, grinning blood at you, “Fuck, I love–oh fuck–love the little slut we’ve made you.” 

You moan in response and his hand flies to your hair, tugging sharply at the scalp to expose your throat to him once more. When his teeth graze your pulse, you gasp.

“Love–ah–love being your slut, Dew.”

“Yeah? Like being my little fuck toy? My stress relief?”

A laugh bubbles from your throat and you clench around him, hard. He lets out a moan that’s more of a prolonged whine, and tips his head back. 

“Just like that baby, just like that,” he hisses as you ride him, “Fuck, I know you’re close.”

He’s right - your movements have become sloppy and your moans higher in pitch as you chase your high. You reach down to pry one of his hands from your waist and, bringing it to your mouth, slip two fingers in.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, “You want me to fill you up? Go on, show me how you take these fingers you love so much.”

You trace every ridge and callus with the tip of your tongue as your mouth bobs on them, drinking in the way Dew stares at you with eyes like embers. 

“Good girl,” he grunts, hips jackhammering up into you. He may not be as big as some of the others but unholy fuck his stamina is unmatched and you can feel yourself starting to come undone, drooling around his fingers. Without warning, he pulls them out of your mouth and brings them to your swollen clit, rubbing furiously.

“Fuck, Dew! Ah!”

“Come on baby, scream for me like the first time. Want everyone–ah–in this fucking place to hear how good I’m fucking you.”

As your orgasm mounts, you struggle for breath - gasping and choking on your own moans. Dew drags his thumb along the wound on your neck and slides the digit along your bottom lip. The second your tongue darts out and tastes the metallic tang of your own blood, your back arches and a wail crawls out of your throat. The ghoul beneath you pants sharply and then with a long, desperate moan you feel him cum inside you with your name on his lips. Your thighs ache and you can feel the sweat on your scalp. So much for being freshly showered. You let your forehead fall forward and land on Dew’s as his fingers delicately brush the skin of your waist and hips. When he tilts his head forward for a sweet kiss, you smile against his lips.

“How’s your bad mood now, cinder?”

He grins.

“If I’d have known this was what was waiting for me, I wouldn’t have been so pissy today, that’s for sure.”

With a groan, you ease yourself out of his lap, exhaling hard when you feel his cum slip out of you. Dew sees it and his hand darts between your legs to scoop up what’s left on your thighs. You watch through a tired haze as he places his fingers on his tongue and gives you a slow wink.

“Nasty boy,” you murmur, collapsing against your pillow.

“We should uh, probably do something about those?”

Your brow furrows when he gestures to your breast and neck, having completely forgotten that he bit you not once, but twice tonight.

“Am I going to get rabies or something?” you ask sleepily, watching the slender ghoul slide out of bed.

“Dunno, maybe. I’ve never bit a human and kept them alive so…”

It’s horrible, and morbid, and you shouldn’t laugh. But here you are, giggling with your forearm thrown over your eyes.

“Interesting reaction to being told you might have rabies, sweetheart. Come on, up - need to clean the wounds.”

“Aurora bit and drank from me our first time together and I was fine.”

Dew’s eyes unfocus a little as a wicked grin spreads across his face.

“Baby, I’ll make you a deal. You get up and tell me all about your first time with Aurora and I’ll clean these wounds. Then, I’ll fuck you for the rest of the night until you beg me to stop. Sound good?”

You smile and sit up.

“I was supposed to be taking care of you tonight, Dew.”

“Trust me,” he says, reaching out a hand to pull you out of bed, “this is exactly what I need to make me feel better.”

“Want me to text Aurora? Might be better if we just reenacted it,” you say, sitting on the edge of the bed. You’re giving him your most wide-eyed, innocent smile and Dew’s heavy exhale comes out in a wheeze.

“Sweetheart, you are way, way too good to me.”

Your phone is already in your hand.

“You’re welcome, cinder.”

[seokmn]

chapter XXIX : too much love

wc: 462 words + screenshots

“everything was perfect, thank you” you said with a smile on your face while looking at seokmin, who was looking back at you with such a loving smile.

“dont need to thank me, you deserve the best and the best only,” he squeezed your hand, “and i’ll try my hardest to provide you the best always”

you felt like you were going to become a puddle because of his words. you leaned your head against his chest and his free hand immediately found its way to your hair, caressing it softly.

“this feels like a honeymoon”, he said softly and you nodded, “it does feel like a honeymoon.. im totally loving it”

seokmin smiled while looking down at you, “do you think our relationship will be like this forever? i mean, of course we’ll argue, maybe even fight.. but things are going so well, even when we argue. i really want our relationship to keep like this” you sighed after listening to him and you looked up at him, “i dont know.. i hope so? months ago id be sure that eventually we’ll part ways, but now, i think that we can overcome anything together if we really want to. you made me change my mindset, i truly believe we’ll end up together forever if we fight for it,” you sighed, “so i guess we’ll just have to wait and see, but im willing to fight for us no matter what”

seokmin smiled and chuckled, “you sounded just like me right now!” you laughed and playfully hit his chest, “shut up..! is it bad that i sounded like you?”

“no! of course not. i found it cute”, he pinched your cheek and you giggled. god, he loves your giggles so much, hearing it made his heart melt and suddenly everything around you two just disappeared and it was like there was nothing but you in his arms.

he kept looking at you, mesmerized with your shiny eyes and your facial expressions, like he was taking note about how you looked, scared of one day forgetting your face. “yn,” he said while still looking at you, “one day i’ll start calling you my wife”

you looked at him surprised, widening your eyes, but the curves of your lips were curling up in a gentle smile, “and one day i’ll start calling you my husband”, he smiled and gave you a kiss, chuckling when he broke the kiss, “yknow, i truly think youre my soulmate, but the universe doesnt know about that”

“yeah.. its our little secret and i learned how to love this secret. the universe doesnt have to know about our connection. its too much love!”, he caressed your cheek before speaking, “youre right, its too much love”

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INVISIBLE STRING

in a world where when you turn 18 you share an invisible string with your soulmate that only you and your respective soulmate can see it, seokmin, also known as dokyeom, is an actor in the musical theatre world that doesnt have a soulmate and keep it as a secret. meanwhile, yn works in a bookstore and doesnt seem bothered at all by the fact of not sharing a string with someone. is it possible to change the destiny and find your soulmate even tho you dont share the invisible string with anyone?

[lara-cairncross]

I don’t mean anything mean by this but I think Raph would be the light fairy and Mikey the animal fairy because even though both Raph and Mikey like animals, only Mikey is good with animals. And Raph does have light projections in Canon. I’m not saying you have to change your pixie hollow AU but I just wanted to share my thoughts! :)

Honestly, that’s a fantastic way to look at it too!! I can totally see Mikey as an animal fairy, even if it’s just through taking inspiration from his prior iterations :D all Mikey’s seem to be really good with animals yknow? And Raph could work as a light fairy! I think if I were going to swap them tho, I would make Raph something totally different, like a Scouting Fairy!

(I’m actually considering making a whole second set of designs with all four of them dressing up as Scouting Fairies… like, they’d have to do it in secret around Pixie Hollow, but they go out on “missions” together to keep the tree safe! I feel like that would tie in the ninja aspect pretty well :DD)

My main reasoning for making Raph as animal fairy is that he seems to love animals the most in the show (see: literally ANY interaction between him and Mayhem, I love those moments) even if he doesn’t necessarily get along with them the best! In this dumb little fairy Au, I just thought it would be hilarious to make Raph an animal fairy who just sometimes gets so overeager that he accidentally scares the animals away— hence why he has bite-and-claw scars all over him! Raph just gets way too excited sometimes when he’s working with animals 😅

Aaaand Mikey is a light fairy because a) it fit his coloring the best for me (yeah that’s a stupid reason SHHHH), and b) it just felt like it matched his powers? Kinda??? Idk, just like— the whole “making rainbows” thingy would be nice for his graffiti hobby, and bending light just reminded me of how Mikey “bends” his mystic chains and everything. That all made a lot more sense in my head omg 😭😭

now I’m considering changing Mikey’s talent entirely LMAO I gotta give my boy something more than that

[tizeline]

How does Draxum deal with raising three super soldiers, mentally? We know from the show that Draxum becomes depressed after realizing that he helped unleash the Shredder and almost became one of the reasons why Yokai kind gets destroyed alongside humanity, but when the boys were younger did Draxum have any doubts about raising the boys as child soldiers or did it take up so much energy as to make him depressed?

Also, we’ve touched up on how the boys might react to Draxum’s destroy humanity’s plans after meeting April and Donnie but how do the boys react to Yokai reacting negatively to Draxum’s plans. Especially considering human society are a part of Yokai business resource chains even if unknowingly. I doubt normal Yokai like Hueso would react positively if they every heard the boys and Draxum’s plans to destroy humanity considering he lives on the surface with his kid. Also if you think about how Hueso is wanted in the Hidden City, Hueso Jr probably goes to school in the human world.

Draxum might know to keep quiet about his highly illegal plans to destroy humanity and mutate humans but were the boys ever told by Draxum to keep the plans secret from other Yokai? Does Raph considering he wants to become a police officer does he become devastated when he realizes that what he’s been raised to do is illegal according to Yokai laws?

I just want to mention that early on in the show Draxum calls mutants “Yokai” before he hears what the mutants were calling themselves, and tried to ingrain himself with them by creating the evil league of mutants. So do the boys call themselves Yokai like what Draxum would’ve wanted or do they come to the conclusion that they should be called mutants anyway?

In the flashback with the Council of Heads Draxum talks about mutating humanity into “Yokai” in his plans to prevent the prophecy of Yokai kind getting destroyed from occurring but the Council mentions that the actual prophecy makes no mention of humans being the ones to destroy Yokai kind. Did Draxum ever bring the prophecy being the whole reason he wants to destroy humanity up to the boys? How do they react to everything they’ve ever been told being a lie or the result of their dad making a mountain out of a mole hill?

Woah, lotsa questions, here we go! :D

While Draxum probably feels at least a bit anxious about sending his sons off to fight (dad instincts yknow) he doesn't really feel bad about it. He's very much convinced that humans are going to destroy the yokai if they don't destroy the humans first, so really, having his sons fight alongside him to save yokai-kind is would actually just benefit the boys is the long run. Sure, turning them into soldiers is putting them in danger, but in Draxums mind they are already in danger just by humanity existing. And while raising three hyperactive mini super soldiers was definitely a bit draining, it didn't have a particular detrimental effect on his psyche, mentally he's doing fine.

Raph, Leo and Mikey already know that the majority of yokai wouldn't vibe with the destruction of humanity, even tho there are yokai who don't particular like humans, that doesn't mean they wish any harm on the entire species. The Drax Trio's explanation for this is that CLEARLY those yokai don't truly understands what's at stake! If they did, they'd OBVIOUSLY side with Draxum because their dad knows best! And yeah, Draxum wouldn't want the whole truth of his ambitions to be known, what he's doing isn't exactly legal so the turtles would have to keep the yokai-world-domination plot on the down-low. That being said, it's not illegal to dislike humanity so it wouldn't be a secret that the Draxum family is quite anti-human.

(You know, I always assumed Hueso Jr was attended school in the Hidden City or was homeschooled, but I really like the concept of him going to a human school while using a cloaking brooch likee Sunita)

(And Raph wouldn't have any desire to join the yokai police force in this AU, so there's that)

And yeah, you make a good point. Mutants are essentially just artificially created yokai, so Draxum and his sons would just use the term yokai when reffering to the turtles. Donnie and April would be the ones to start using the term mutant probably, but I like the idea of The Drax Trio being very opposed being called mutants themselves. Obviously they'd know about their unusual origins, but they'd still consider themselves as part of yokai-kind, and the term mutant would probably feel quite "othering" to them.

Draxum would've told his sons about the prophecy really early on, (he probably used it as a bedtime story lmaooooo) so they'd already be quite familiar with the details of it, INCLUDING the fact that humans aren't mentioned at all in it. But it also doesn't mention what exactly it is that destroys yokai-kind at all, so the trio just figure that if Draxum deduced that humans are the biggest risk to yokai and are therefore the unpsecified threat spoken of in the prophecy, then that must be right cuz there's now way their super smart dad would be wrong, right?