#dark!joxter

[redchocolatecat]

So i tried to draw these two with the style of @nastyched since i just love her art 

And the context is about all the turture the poor snufkin has to suffer in the Dark!Joxter au. This is also kind of a joke so don’t take it seriously 

[pandaioh]

[celestialvexation-arch]

credit: 🌻 moodboard aesthetic: 🌷 joxter / snufkin 🌷

            ❝ Was my father someone else? And if he was someone else, who was I? ❞

[rakaus-love]

The dim small room was filled with a sound of muffled sobs. “Sssh, sssh,” A calming voice tried to be overheard as a dark furred hand reached out to caress down a tear soaked cheek.  The touch was gentle with the claws just barely tracing over enough to send a shiver down the receivers spine. Not from fear; The Muddler didn’t have any reason to fear The Joxter. Well, there was plenty of reason to fear the Mumrik with piercing blue eyes that would stare right through you. A Mumrik who didn’t care for rules or social conventions. The Muddler himself didn’t have much to fear since the other was always so gentle with him. So loving, even after leaving a few bruises here and there on his skin and red marks from a rough tongue that seemed to love to leave it’s mark. Even when these acts happened enough to bring tears to The Muddler’s eyes, The Joxter always found a way to soothe him afterwards. It would be enough to forget the pain until the bruises and scraps (and sometimes scratches) faded away from body and memory.  And then it would start all over again. The Joxter smiled as he cupped the soft face before him. The way The Muddler would worry his quivering lip with his teeth or fidget slightly under his gaze really got to him. He could watch the other be distressed for hours; he just made himself so enjoyable to watch. But The Joxter was hungry now and he knew he would have time later to indulge in such fantasies. “You’re doing so well, puppy.” The Joxter purred,brushing a thumb under the others mouth. His claw came close to grazing over the sensitive skin. The Muddler didn’t speak, but the ends of his mouth did perk up a little and his moist eyes brightened. The mumrik knew the other took to compliments and approval like a fly to honey. He would do just about anything after enough is given but there was also the issue where is he didn’t receive any The Muddler would start to panic. That could get annoying sometimes. Leaning in, the mumrik pressed their lips together, teasing the worried mouth open with a few licks of his tongue. For a moment only the soft sounds of lips smacking filled the room as the two kissed. The Muddler winced when sharp teeth threatened to bite into his lip, but it never went further then a soft graze. Finally the kiss broke and the two rested foreheads together for a moment. “Very good, puppy. Are you ready for more?”  The Muddler swallowed, “Ah, y-yes, I think so. You promise to go slow this time, right?” “On my word.” The Joxter trailed his hands down the others body before coming to a stop at his hips. With a little push in the right places, he teased the trembling legs open so he could situation himself between them. “We’ll go nice and slow.” he brought his hand up to cup the others penic which rewarded him with sweet gasp. It felt so needy and desperate after having been abandoned for such a long pause. The Joxter’s previous administrations had been enough to work it up to full mast, pre bubbling from the tip like the tears dribbling from The Muddler’s eyes. He was aching for attention, but still so cautious at actually receiving it. His poor naive little puppy; eventually he would learn to accept  this full heartedly.  After collecting enough precum, The Joxter moved his hand down to The Muddler’s anus, and without much warning, he stuck a finger in. The muscles tightened around him and there was a whine from above. “Y-you said s-slowly!” The Joxter sighed, fighting the urge to roll his eyes in front of the other. No need for another fit. “I am going slowly, puppy, it’s just one finger. See?” He wiggled it around which got him a little moan in return. After a moment The Muddler relaxed enough to let his finger in more. To show he meant what he said, The Joxter took a good minute to swirl the single didget around before adding in a second, slowly. He moved them around, which illicit more cute moans and a slightly arched up back. After two he added another and counted a few 1 Sycamore, 2 Sycamore, 3 Sycamores before entering a fourth. Maybe it was quicker, but The Muddler didn’t seem to notice as he squirmed under the attention. Finally, The Joxter pulled his hand out to reach and grab his own dick. “Ready?” Tears were already building up in The Muddler’s eyes. He was always so quick to cry. But despite blurry eyes the quivering figure managed to lock eyes with the other and nod. It took every fiber of The Joxter’s being not to drive himself forward immedietly.  No, he kept to his word, but even at a slow pace the moment he pushed in The Muddler still tensed up. The Joxter bit back anything he could have said to admonish the other and instead leaned forward to press kisses to his shoulder and neck. It was enough to help him relax and eventually the Mumrik was able to slowly make more progress. He pressed forward, leaving kisses whenever his puppy tensed up and soon he was fully inside. “Good boy.” The Joxter dragged his tongue along Muddler’s cheek, leaving red irritated skin behind, but his puppy barely seemed to take notice being far more overwhelmed with the feeling of being full. “J-joxter...” He breathed out. Bright blue pupils widen as the Mumrik watched to other for a moment. The Muddler breathed in and out, like he had just managed to dodge a Booble’s foot. “Joxter...slowly still, please? I still feel s-sore from last time.” The Joxter ducked his head down for a moment so the other couldn’t see the look that crossed his face. A look he had whenever anyone tried to tell him what to do. But this was his puppy; he could follow along with this at least. He put his mouth to the others neck, “Of course.” His acceptance came with just the lightest scrapping of his teeth against the others jugular. He could feel the heart racing which was enough to get his own blood pumping. With control, however, The Joxter started to move out and in at a steady pace. It was enough to take The Muddler’s breath away occasionally, especially when he moved in just right, but he didn’t speak a word of protest. It was mostly due to how Joxter was being so good with him. He knew from past experience the Mumrik could get a little feisty in their acts of coital so the fact he was holding back made The Muddler’s heart swell. Perhaps when he was feeling better again he could...let The Joxter go a bit rougher than usual. He would love that ever so much and The Muddler did deeply wish to pleasure his friend. Eventually the slow pace wasn’t enough for either of them and Mumrik started to pump his hips faster. That was fine for The Muddler as his cries came more from a place of pleasure than pain as his body ached to be finished. Hands found and gripped his penis to help him along getting him to wrap his arms around the mumrik in a tight embrace, but he was pushed back against the blanket as The Joxter started to speed up. The hand not gripped around The Muddler’s penis was holding forcibly to his thigh, starting to threaten more bruises once again. When The Joxter slammed in his puppy cried out and they both reached their climax. At this point they had managed to stay in good sync with one another.  The road the waves of pleasure before finally The Joxter collapsed beside him, pulling out of The Muddler in a rough matter that made him whimper. “Sorry...” a tired mumble was made and an arm reached out to pull the other into an embrace. Despite the aches and pains all over, The Muddler settled against The Joxter fully, a small smile crossing his lips.  Because what he liked just as much as the actual sex was the after care that followed suit. 

[longpigsinablanket]

Joxter and the Muddler weren't sure how they got roped into this.

Moomin's proposal of a week-long camping expedition had sounded appealing, with his sensational plans of midnight swims, fresh mountain air, and fireside coffee to sip while the gang traded secrets. Muddler immediately jumped at the idea, even if only for the opportunity to hunt for stones and leaves. And with only a bit of coaxing from him, Joxter agreed some time away from sea would do them all well. Perhaps even - they both thought, blushing at the idea - they could share something a little more special than a cup of coffee, without the disapproving eyes of the Muddler's uncle staring them down.

But once the last tent spike had been hammered down, the moment Moomin lit his sorry excuse for a campfire, it was clear his stories were to take priority over the promised conversation and adventure.

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[siriusly-orion]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Mumintroll | Moomins Series - Tove Jansson, Moominvalley (Cartoon 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Joxaren | The Joxter & Snusmumriken | Snufkin Characters: Joxaren | The Joxter, Snusmumriken | Snufkin, Mymlan | The Mymble Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Child Abuse, Bad cat dad, dark!Joxter, starts off kinda nice, devolves from there Summary:

Thinking that Joxter would be better able to parent a growing Snufkin, Mymble brings the boy to his father, the Joxter. At first, things seem to go be going okay, Joxter is somewhat rigid, but he's fair, he makes an honest attempt to be a good parent. Over time, things begin to change and Snufkin is left between his father's two very different personalities that swap between each other at a moment's notice.

I’d like to thank @saltysh0ta, @nastycheburek and @vintermumriken, whose art and writings have drawn me into the dark!Joxter rabbit hole from which I shan’t leave anytime soon

[zoomee-vroomee]

Standing only a meter apart, both with unreadable expressions, Muddler and Joxter had entered into a precarious dance. If either made a single wrong move, trouble would undoubtedly follow.

Muddler wasn’t one for making the wrong move, however, so he was confident that he had the upper hand. Though, he wouldn’t show it. He could see all the ways Joxter could take his life if he got too cocky.

“Were you angry or just bored?” He leaned a bit to get a good look at the mess of viscera behind Joxter, dropping his false timidity.

“I was bored.” Joxter took a step toward him, threatening, “Don’t move or I’ll show you what angry looks like.”

He followed suit, stepping up right in front of him. “Oh, my sweet mouser, there’s no need for intimidation. I’d never tell anyone.”

Claws found their way around his neck, squeezing and drawing just enough blood to be alarming. He could easily be murdered, right then and there, but Muddler just found that all the more thrilling.

Joxter let up, seeming just the right amount of suspicious. “You’re enjoying this.”

“I am.” “Why?”

Now was his chance to take control and lay claim to such a useful tool. He was such an easy target, as well, having a thin layer of coolness that hid all of his ridiculous emotions.

“I love you, dear.” He put on his most charming smile. “You’re exciting.”

Clenching his teeth, Joxter dug his claws into Muddler’s neck. “You’re lying.”

Rather than fight against him, Muddler just gripped his wrist and whined, pushing himself to seem much more submissive than he was.

And it worked.

Though he still seemed skeptical, Joxter retracted his claws and gave him space. “You’ll regret this if-” Before he could finish, Muddler pressed a hard kiss to his lips, letting his toxicity mingle with Joxter’s through bite marks and blood. It tasted, wonderfully, of depravity and iron.

Soon, all that skepticism melted away, replaced with the delusion of love. Or whatever Joxter thought love was.

Either way, Muddler had another heart for his collection and an instrument for his sins.

[musingartblog]

“I’m Fine”