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vigilskeep · 6 months

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a quick guide to dog lords, telling your arls from your teyrns, and generally how ferelden works

okay, this isn't quite what anon asked for, by which i mean not at all, but unfortunately they activated my interest in some of my favourite lore. it should hopefully contain a lot of the relevant stuff and i’ll try to branch out to less fereldan specific information in other posts!

okay, let’s start with the hierarchy. there’s four kinds of noble in ferelden

royalty: you know who these guys are. except for during the orlesian occupation, ever since ferelden became one kingdom, it’s been ruled by the theirin family. which i think is for 388 years, i really hope that’s right, i got out a calculator

teyrns: these are super powerful lords, basically banns so powerful that other banns swear fealty to them. they’re second only to the king, who is essentially just the most powerful one of them. there used to be a lot of them, but with one dynasty in power for so long, that kind of opposition has been eroded away. there are only two remaining: the couslands of highever in the north, and the mac tirs of gwaren in the south

arls: these are extra special banns. they answer to a teyrn or king and hold a strategic fortress for them. we know of six—amaranthine, south reach, denerim, redcliffe, west hills, and edgehall—but i’m unsure if that’s because they are only six or because there are unnamed others

banns: these are your common or garden noble, the lowest ranking and most common. this is your local lord type. they seem to vary the most in power, though, with some banns having big speaking roles in the landsmeet

but i kind of should have written that list in the opposite direction. what do i mean by that? well, in your standard medieval hierarchy, and in a lot of the rest of thedas, power comes down from the king, who lets you hold the land. but in ferelden, most of the land is owned by freeholders: commoners, well-off enough to own their land but still not by any means nobles.

how does that work? well, let’s say i’m a freeholder.

i own my land, but thedas is a rough place. if i want to keep my land, i’d better swear fealty to a bann. i’ll pay him a portion of the goods produced on my land, and in return, he’ll protect my land from anyone wanting to beat me up and take all my goods... and also, you know, not beat me up himself, as he probably would if i didn’t have any bann looking after me. it kind of sounds like he has all the power, right? like a medieval protection racket? it’s certainly how he gets his power and wealth

so i, freeholder harker, have signed up with bann jeff. it makes sense, because he’s the closest to my freehold, and i want soldiers to actually get here in time if i’m in trouble. that’s why my family has been swearing fealty to his family for generations. it’s just how things are done

but the thing is: i hate bann jeff. maybe he takes too much of my harvests, maybe he sides with a different freeholder when we go to him with a dispute, maybe his men don’t mind their pleases and thank yous when they come for my goods. i’m well within my rights to say fuck bann jeff and leave him. especially if there’s another bann nearby who would be perfectly happy to take my goods instead and treat me right. and the less freeholders bann jeff has, the less resources and men he has to make a fuss about it with. if bann jeff pisses off enough people, he might not have any freeholders left at all. and where will his wealth and power come from then? maybe soon he won’t be a bann at all

of course, bann jeff’s family might feud with the family of the bann that stole me away for a few hundred years. but that’s hardly my problem, is it? “courting” someone else’s vassals is apparently the biggest cause of conflict within the bannorn

anyway, this isn’t just how banns work; it’s how all power theoretically works in ferelden. there are no serfs/“unfree” men. every peasant has a right to go where he will and choose which freeholder he works for, just as every freeholder has the right to choose their bann, and banns who swear to teyrns can break away. (the latter is probably less common because a teyrn could fuck you up. i’m guessing you’d have to get the king’s backing about it to survive that.) and even the king answers to his lessers in the landsmeet, the super ancient gathering of nobles where law is made, which can override the king on any matter of law. (but they’re not going to do it if the king is really popular or powerful, because. you know. there’s a limit to all things called common sense and they would prefer not to get squashed about it.) but generally, everyone who holds power in ferelden has to curry favours with their so-called lessers in order to keep their goodwill.

everywhere else in thedas thinks this is weird as hell, by the way. having to court the approval of those beneath you? even the king having to do that? wtf? but the level of freedom means everything to fereldans. it’s their highest ideal and they’re really proud of it.

(the people who really don’t have a voice are what the ttrpg calls “low freemen”, which according to its handbook, consists of criminals, prostitutes, and elves. they still have the right to freedom of movement and to be paid for their work, but they’re not going to have freeholders and banns seeking their favour and speaking for them, and they typically have to resort to bribery for entrance to cities, their homes are bought and sold by others on a whim, things like that. ultimately it makes their position incredibly vulnerable to abuse, as we see in the games. i’m sure we’ve all played the tabris origin. there’s a reason the potential boon to get a bann for the alienage is so wild.)

so, let’s say you made it, everyone loves and/or tolerates you, and you’re a noble. what good does that do you and what can you do? firstly, you have a voice in the landsmeet, which is super important and means the king wants your goodwill and advice. more generally, you have three basic functions of a noble: raising taxes/tribute, commanding soldiers, and dispensing justice. nobles are expected to live off the wealth provided by their land and it would be hugely looked down on if they did work instead, with exceptions for, like, military careers and the chantry, which are respectable for their status. they raise militia from the commoners when necessary, and they also have trained soldiers or possibly knights (see postscript) in their service. that means you can protect your land and you can win glory and spoils when the kingdom goes to war, it also means you’ll be expected to provide those men when your liegelord calls for them. and lastly the law is their responsibility. remember how in the awakening dlc you had to make judgements as the arl of amaranthine? like that! the smaller scale you are, the smaller scale it’s going to be. in turn, if you want a dispute sorted by a higher power, you have to go up to your liegelord, maybe a teyrn or the king, or if you can’t get one of them, a more powerful bann or arl in the area. possibly the chantry would be an alternate option? if it’s just about finding someone you will both listen to, which is usually the main issue

some privileges other than the standard “power over those beneath you” that you can typically expect to belong to the noble class, even if it’s not specific to dragon age: the right to carry a sword, the right to have a coat of arms, the right to precedence on formal occasions and a special seat up front in your local chantry... sometimes niche ones, like fabrics and clothing that are only permissible to wear for people of a certain rank, so it distinguishes them. you can expect favours from/common class interests with your king, you would expect to be given a trial or treated chivalrously if things did not go your way, depending on era you might be captured for ransom in battle rather than killed outright, you probably have exemptions from certain royal taxation... etc. etc.

that’s what i have! i hope these are some helpful fundamentals and that anyone who has more knowledge than me on any aspect feels welcome to contribute it

P.S. as an aside, i’m a little confused about the fereldan use of knights. they definitely exist as lesser nobility, but i don’t understand how they fit into the hierarchy. a real knight was typically a vassal who held land from his liegelord and fought for him in exchange. i... don’t know how that works in the context of land ownership mostly going upwards. they’re definitely around, anyone addressed as ser is a knight, you have the knights of redcliffe and people like ser jory and ser cauthrien. (someone in an order like the templars has the rank of knight and gets ser and everything, but is not a noble.) as a rule of thumb i think generally they’re probably just members of noble families with that dedicated military training and no greater title to lay claim to? i’m basing that on stuff like nathaniel howe being sent as a squire to his mother’s cousin, a chevalier; if he’d completed that he probably would have been a knight unless/until he inherited his father’s place? i don’t know. i’m making this up. and on the other hand, there’s very little distinction in fereldan between your regular noble and a some kind of warrior class, which is why i struggle to see the purpose. (there are also inexplicable career soldiers who are not knights. what the hell is funding that upkeep and armour, buddy. you and whose land ownership? this is why you were fighting the darkspawn with your whole arms out, aveline. stop trying to imply ferelden has a standing army you can go off and join. yes i see you carver lore. i will not buy it.) ANYWAY, because knights are more prevalent in certain areas, i do wonder if it’s an import from the long orlesian occuption, based on the knightly order of chevaliers? i don’t fucking know. worth chewing on

#dragon age #ferelden #dragon age: origins #sorry to anon for asking specifically what your exact question was #and then going off on one anyway. that is my bad. if anything is not answered here let me know #and to anyone who has noticed the probably obvious things i missed pls be gentle #god this is so fucking long AGSHSJSKKS i thought i was being brief i dodged powerpoint... anyway #i just couldnt get to grips with what a noble can do until you know what different kinds there are and where there power comes from and.#well here we are

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generalsmemories · 5 months

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Ginkgo leaves

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ based on the ask: Since reqs are open, you think you could write jing yuans reaction to his lover being Mara-struck? Thank you! - requested by anonymous

✧ contents: established relationship, angst, hurt/almost no comfort lmfao, implied character death, mentions of other characters, pov mostly written in jing yuan's pov, still usage of 2nd pov (referring the reader as you), mayhaps ooc because jing yuan is an emotional wreck.

✧ a/n: when i tell ya'll i legit struggled to be able to write this entire thing. there's been like 3-4 scrapped drafts because halfway through writing i would just NOT be satisfied with the result. to the anon who requested this, i'm so sorry it took this long - but i hope the upcoming trainwreck makes up for it! a trainwreck im still not actually satisfied with LMFAO. but it's better than the other 5 scrapped works. also not beta-read so fellas if u see a spelling error - no you didn't.

p.s: some mara-struck information i give here are totally fanmade for the purpose of this fic alone, as such don't take whatever i write about mara here as what actually happens canonically to characters (then again most of the playable characters have different symptoms of mara themselves).

"Benefactor, am I correct to believe you're asking me if the general has any specific interests?" Tingyun asks with a snicker, the trailblazer looking away from her prying eyes while mumbling a quiet yes.

"Some of the younger... Can I call them younger? Anyway, some of the younger Xianzhou citizens are very infatuated with the general. Seeing as I've been announced as his honory guest, they do often come and ask me various things to try and gain his favor. So yeah, anything at this point will work - so please!" the trailblazer hurriedly explained, clasping their hands together in a desperate attempt to get anything from the foxian amicassador leaning back with a quirked eyebrow.

"Ahh, love truly makes someone go blind doesn't it," she muses out loud, the trailblazers' eyebrow furrowing together in confusion over the foxian's lady choice of words, "... You're not entirerely wrong with that statement..."

"Do you want to know what his favorite flower is?" Tingyun asks, ignoring the confused question that had been uttered to her, snapping her fan open to hide the cheeky smile that spread across her lips - but anyone could still tell that her eyes were gleaming with mischief as the trailblazer nodded their head.

"He doesn't have one."

"Then why did you even-"

"But he likes ginkgo leaves."

The trailblazers' eyes widened in shock, and rightfully so because the very thing ginkgo leaves are associated with are after all...

"He had a lover once, and as far as I'm aware, his last moment with them while they still had their consciousness intact was surrounded by ginkgo leaves."

Jing Yuan whilst having forgotten almost every single moment with you, does unfortunately remember the exact details of the day that your descent into madness started. Because what he witnessed wasn't a futile struggle you had with yourself to not to destroy everything within your vicinity. Instead, he witnessed the slow process of your bright self becoming an empty shell, only capable of uttering a few words.

It's comical really, even when faced with a curse that struck everyone mad - he found out that it oddly fit your character to not go mad, but instead become the complete opposite of your gentle self. A hollow shell of the person he fell in love with all centuries ago.

Jing Yuan knew he had to end your suffering right then and there when you first started to show signs.

But he couldn't - This wasn't something that had to be immediately dealt with, his hand wasn't forced like it was back when he had to slay his own master down before she took more lives.

No, this was a normal afternoon on what would've been another normal, mundane day in both of your lives. But everything went wrong the moment Jing Yuan heard the breaking of glass, and how there was a lone gingko leaf inside the palm of your hand - a ginkgo leaf that you were staring wide-eyed at with a trembling hand.

You were too far from the veranda to have a ginkgo leaf in your hand.

General Jing Yuan would've ended your suffering the moment you turned around to lock eyes with him, your own face twisted into one of utter fear.

General Jing Yuan would've reported you the to Ten-Lords Commissions as the law had stated. But Jing Yuan couldn't - because Jing Yuan knew that the moment he did, he would never see you again.

So he decided for once he would be selfish. Jing Yuan rarely made choices lately that was based off of his own feelings, but his time with you was cut too harshly, so once again he chooses to be selfish. Even if that meant that it would prolong your suffering just a tiny bit more. "... We can figure something out," was the only thing he could muster up the courage to say with a shaking voice. You didn't say anything, your mouth wobbling a tiny bit and your breathing getting harsher by the second.

But still you indulged him - you always did. So with an equally wobbly smile, you only nodded your head slightly, "... Sure."

That wobbly smile and expression of utter fear was the last genuine expression that truly came from yourself.

The descent to becoming fully mara-struck is usually a fast process, the curse able to completely overtake someone's mind within the same day the symptoms appears - rendering the person completely vulnerable with the only alternative to either hand themselves in to the Ten-Lords or wait for the Ten-Lords to come to them personally.

Your usual easy-going smile was gone, in its stead was eyes that kept going in and out of focus. Almost as if you were desperately trying to keep yourself grounded - a battle you both knew would end with your defeat.

Jing Yuan didn't dare to venture outside of the house. One step out and every Cloud Knight would've been on you within seconds to subdue you. He had first initially resorted to just holding you within his arms for as long as he could, to be able to remember how you felt like after your death.

But with the minimal strength you had left, you had wobbled to the garden, every step taken only making you pant heavily. But even with heavy breaths of air leaving your lips, you had refused to take Jing Yuans hand or offer to even carry you out to the garden. When you had managed to reach the ginkgo tree standing tall at the center of the garden, Jing Yuan was sure you were going to collapse in front of it, taking a quick step to catch you.

But instead you had merely reached your hands up, the falling leaves fluttering gently down onto your palms. And while you were in indescriable pain for the last couple of hours - Jing Yuan could only see a serene expression when you looked up at the ginkgo leaves that were continously falling down.

"... They're beautiful... aren't they... Jing Yuan? It's almost a pity... that these beautiful... leaves are associated with our doom," you said softly. Jing Yuan could feel his breath hitch in his throat when you uttered his name.

You're obviously struggling to convey whatever thoughts you still had to him properly, taking a moment in between words to catch your breath, eyebrows furrowed slightly as you fought against the searing pain that was spreading through every nerve in your body.

There's a sudden gust of wind which causes the pile of leaves in your hands to flutter away from your grasp. Your hand stretches out slightly, almost in an attempt to reach out for them - stumbling a bit in your step. The limp causes Jing Yuan to take a quick step forward with his arms outstretched. Perhaps seeing him in your peripheral vision causes you to stop the futile attempt to catch the escaping leaves, arms going limp against your side as you turn to face him - your once blank expression turning into a somber smile instead.

Jing Yuan thinks that it's unfair how normal you look in front of him - almost as if you haven't been becme mara-struck. Like nothing has happened to you aside from the ginkgo leaves fluttering from your lips whenever you cough. The same cough that causes the general of Luofu to flinch every time - without fail.

And perhaps you can see his inner turmoil, the way he tries to make eye contact with you, but is unable to after a few seconds. The way his hands clench too hard into fist to the point droplets of blood fall down to the grass and stains it a deep red while he bites his own lips to not say a word - lest he says something that he will regret.

And you truly wish that you could tell him everything is okay like you usually do.

But for the first time since the day he lost his friends, you can't.

"... I'm sorry," you finally say, the apology making him whip his head up to you again. Mouth opening to say something to comfort you, to tell you that it's not your fault. But the words are unable to leave his mouth when he sees your arms slightly outstretched towards him with a small smile.

And he can't hold it in anymore.

It only takes him a few wide steps to reach you from his position before he cradles you within his arms. The grip is tight, unbearably tight to the point it hurts, but you don't complain. You're limp in his hold, and if this was any day he wouldn't comment, but the fact that you're not moving a single muscle terrifies Jing Yuan to the core. "... Please," he finally manages to whisper, the rustling of ginkgo leaves around you almost drowning out his quiet plea.

"Please don't make me do this again."

He doesn't ask if the tensing of your body is caused by the pain that's rapidly increasing or if it's caused by his silent confession. He can however feel the gentle hand that rests against the lower part of his back and your head resting against the side of his own. The reassurance you try to give him does nothing to help because he's aware that it probably brought you unmeasurable pain to try to move those limbs - instead the general buries his face closer to your neck and squeezes you tighter.

"... You won't." you whisper quietly.

It takes a moment for Jing Yuan to process the meaning behind those two words.

But it's a moment too late, because before he can get his phone out to usher a command, a few resounding knocks can be heard throughout the quiet mansion.

"General Jing Yuan. This is Xueyi of the Ten-Lords commission. I've gotten information that there's currently a mara-struck within these premises."

Jing Yuan feels his blood run cold, he pulls himself away from you to stare at you properly in disbelief.

You're still staring at him with the same somber expression, however he can tell there's a small pitiful smile grazing your lips, "I'm sorry," you whisper once again.

"I asked her... personally," you start, finally letting yourself rest now that the end is near, slumping down onto Jing Yuan's chest, your ear settling itself against his heart to hear his rapid heartbeats.

Jing Yuan loathes the fact that it's at this moment, with the Ten-Lords commission outside of your door and with him completely broken do you actually look at peace - like your battle against time has finally come to its conclusion.

And naturally, the one who lost is you.

"Half a day... with you. Then she would come and bring me there. You won't have to... do this again."

You're not able to see Jing Yuan's face - and Jing Yuan wouldn't want you to see how he looked like right now. The arms around you is trembling, his mind is racing - trying to come up with anything to give him a bit more time with you.

But for once, the general that had a plan for every situation had nothing in mind.

He's lost. And the prize of the loss this time is losing you forever.

"General, I apologize for the rudeness of what I'm about to do, but this is for both of your safety," Jing Yuan hear Xueyi mutter from outside of the door, before he hears the rattling of the door frame start to slide open.

"Wait- no," it's a quiet request that gets ignored as Xueyi strides in alone, the lack of company making Jing Yuan's eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"... Their last request along with the request for my late arrival here was for the Cloud Knights to not see you like this. Naturally I won't tell anyone of what I've seen today."

Jing Yuan doesn't care about that, he could care less about his image right now, pulling you closer to him while his eyes are downcast - he makes no move to hand you over to the judge.

The puppet judge before him does not say anything - nor does she make a move. What she does however is wait, wait for the general before her that has been utterly crushed and broken by the person in his arms start to accept the harsh truth once again.

If he doesn't handle the mara-struck himself, someone else would - but the end result only serves to punish him in the end, the one left behind.

Xueyi hears a silent breath be let out by the general, her once closed eyes opening up to see the general pull slightly away from you, one hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. Your eyes have long since closed, and you're most likely not even conscious to hear what he's about to say.

"My dear... I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer before we can meet again," he whispers, bumping his forehead against your own gently, "I hope you won't fault me for that."

A long ginkgo leaf flutters right between the two of you, eventually settling down on your chest.

Jing Yuan sucks in one last deep breath, "I'm sorry I kept you here for so long - I'm sorry you had to be in pain for so long because of me," he leans in to slot his lips one last time over your own, whispering something that Xueyi can't hear before he rises up, your body limp in his arms.

"Thank you for your service Miss Xueyi, please see them off appropiately." Jing Yuan says, voice sounding eerily calm - almost like his usual self.

When he turns around to finally face her, the puppet's lifeless eyes seem to grow a bit in surprise. Before her is the general of Luofu, his usual easy-going smile present on his lips.

Like he wasn't carrying his mara-struck lover in his arms.

"As much as I would want to accompany you to see them off, I'm afraid I have some urgent matters to attend to," he informs, handing your body over to Xueyi - she doesn't comment on how his hands are still slightly trembling or how he immediately turned a bit to the side to ignore staring at her head-on.

Even though Xueyi doesn't want to ask, she still asks either way, "What are your plans from here on, general?"

Jing Yuan only gives her a close eyed smile, turning his gaze towards the large ginkgo tree with his hands behind his back. He gnaws a tiny bit at his lips, finally breathing out.

A couple of seconds passes by before he opens his mouth.

"I think I'll meditate a bit under this tree before heading back to the Seat. I can't leave Luofu without me for too long after all."

5 SCRAPPED WORKS AND I'M STILL NOT ACTUALLY THAT SATISFIED BUT IF I KEEP THIS PIECE LONGER IN THE WORKS THE MORE I'LL BUTCHER IT SO HAHA - THIS IS THE BEST WE CAN DO AFTER 3 MONTHS OF CONSTANT BACK AND FORTH FELLAS. I HOPE IT SQUEEZED YOUR HEART A TINY BIT NONETHELESS.

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beansricejc · 3 months

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THE CLIENT - John Wick x F!Reader

my masterlist.

synopsis: you go to some extreme measures to make sure you get your rent paid on time.

⚠️ warnings ⚠️: DUB/NON con, s3x work, cursing, sugar daddycore, implied violence, brief descriptions of violence, misleading job descriptions, good & bad name calling, chasing, financial / emotional manipulation, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! MINORS DNI! 4379 words.

author’s note: I am so sorry about not being active, I’ve been meaning to take this off of the back burner for some time now. If you follow me you probably have noticed that this is based off of a short blurb I uploaded a few months ago. I’ve been avoiding writing because of several anon hate messages I’ve gotten about Fake It, and it put a huge damper on my writing process. but I’m back and I hope you all enjoy!

This economy is shit.

That's the sentence you continue to repeat in your brain. Should you have to work more than your full time accounting job at that stupidly high skyscraper downtown? Absolutely not, but your rent was bumped up by 15%, and a mere 40 hour work week won’t cut it anymore.

“Can you work nights?” The temp agent asks from across his desk. The florescent lights of his office (that is desperately in need of an update) are giving you a headache. The pot of coffee on the table in the corner is starting to burn.

“Yeah. Anytime after 6.” You quickly answer, your leg that’s crossed on top of the other is bouncing. The worker nods his head and clacks his vintage looking keyboard in front of his computer monitor.

The thick silence in this small space might kill you.

The worker’s eyes squint at his screen, before they trail back to you, seeming to give your face and your body a look over.

“Do you have any experience with housekeeping?” The worker asks, which makes your head tilt. Your printed and slightly crumpled resume is right there in front of him. Idiot.

“I mean, not houses, but when I worked retail I would have to clean the store from time to time.” You tell him and raise your eyebrows.

He nods and continues to stare at you. Creep.

“There’s an opening for a private housekeeper gig a bit north. You wouldn’t be tied to an agency, the client would pay you directly.” The man informs you. “Can, can I just do one thing first? Usually our employers, uh, they typically request pictures of their applicants.” The temp agent stammers and grabs his smartphone from his desk drawer. “Let me just…”

You don’t have any time to decline, since the flash is already going off in your direction.

“Uh- I’ve never heard of anything like that.” you question while the man types on his phone.

“Have you been employed through a temp agency before?”

“Well, not exact-“

“Then clearly you’re unfamiliar with how this works.” He interjects before setting the device down. “The pay is very good, although the employer hasn’t told me specifics. 3 nights a week after 6:30. 3 to 4 hour shifts. Does that work?” the worker asks and pushes up his glasses.

You feel a bit dumbfounded, and you have a strange suspicion that this man is gaslighting the hell out of you. But what can you do? You’re about to be 3 weeks late on rent.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You mumble out.

It wasn’t fine. You hate the fact that instead of being able to snuggle up with your dog and watch reruns of New Girl, you have to pick up a second job.

“Great. I’ll have him give you a call.” was the last thing the man told you before you left the building. Secretly, you hope whoever this ‘employer’ is, they just forget about contacting you.

Hours later, you’re putting groceries into your fridge when your phone starts to vibrate in your pocket. You answer of course.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, uh…” a deep male voice on the other line asks, accidentally mispronouncing your first name. Chuckling, you quickly correct him. “My mistake, forgive me. Ah, I heard you’re looking for a job?”

Your eyes bulge and you suddenly straighten up as if the man is having a face to face conversation with you. There was no way he was already calling you! Totally unprepared, you cleared your dry throat.

“Yeah, yep, that’s me.” you answer his question. His voice is so sultry. The man is clearly older than you, and it’s clear that he thinks before he speaks.

“Perfect. Pay is 1200 an hour, and if you swing by around 6:45 tomorrow that would be great. Can I email you my address?” The man offers online. You frown and choke on the water you were sipping.

“Woah, woah, excuse me. You said… 1200 an hour?” You repeat his payment offer.

“Yeah, is that a problem? All in cash.”

You almost have a heart attack.

“Nope, nope no problem at all.”

“Excellent. And, by the way, wear something, comfortable.” He says over the phone. You frown.

“Comfortable?” You question.

“Yeah. Comfortable.” He replies.

In hindsight you should have thought this through. You should have seen this coming, since men are disappointing and so vile. And you even know that you’re an idiot for agreeing.

So you do, and end the call.

6:45 comes faster than you thought it would. Your finger presses the door bell, and as you look around the neighborhood he’s in, the only thing you can think of? This dude is in a completely different tax bracket than you.

As for the comfortable clothing, you opted for some leggings and a long sleeve tee shirt that accidentally accentuates your waist and chest. You didn’t think anything of it. Did you think $1200 an hour was a bit off? Totally. But the guy was probably desperate for someone to clean this enormous house up.

You’re completely wrong.

The large door creaks open, and you come to face a man, middle aged, with long dark hair that seems to be tied in the back. A man bun? Really. You don’t say anything about it. Instead you smile and give the classic:

“Hi! You had a cleaning scheduled for 6:45?”

The words are bubbly and of course higher pitched. Like any customer service job, you’ve trained yourself to fake a smile and a friendly voice.

His rugged features surprise you. The way his jaw clenched and unclenched, his dark beard that grows on his face. The way his thin brown eyes trace over your body as he pressed his lips together. As if you were on display, only for him.

You couldn’t deny that he was handsome. But you’re not here for that. You’re here to work.

Are you?

“Yeah, you’ll do.” The man nods and allows you to enter his domain.

What the fuck did that mean? You don’t allow him to see the way your eyebrows scrunch up at his remark.

His house that reeks of modern contemporary architecture, the bachelor pad vibes were insane in this place. Regardless, the home seemed almost empty, even though it wasn’t. The vast size of it makes it so every little noise is able to bounce off the walls.

“Do you want something to drink?” Your new boss asks. He looks down at you with little to no expression on his handsome features. Despite the lack of emotion, a tinge of determination lingers in his narrowed brown eyes. “Call me John, by the way. Mister Wick will make me feel like a senior citizen.”

You just laugh. He already knows your name. Of course he does, why didn’t you expect otherwise? That temp agency definitely gave it to him.

“John it is.” You test out the name on your tongue; the simplicity of it is so right for him.

But something doesn’t sit right with you. It’s as if your body is subconsciously ringing all of the woman alarms that you should listen to.

Oh but you could use the cash! It’s the uneasy pit in your gut that churns and twists, attempting to pry yourself out of the situation.

Of course you ignore it.

“Right. So. There’s this particular spot I need help cleaning.” John’s hand guided you by the small of your back, you didn’t even notice how close he was standing to you. As if John were nothing but a ghost in the wind.

He leads you right in the living room, where a large crimson stain has set itself into the oak flooring. Your eyes widen, instinctively backing away, forgetting that John was directly behind you. Your shorter body runs into his, and he sets his strong hands on your shoulders.

Oh my god. A serial killer hired you. Or at least a murderer. The sheer size of the blood stain definitely was a fatal amount to lose. It’s as if someone had taken a liter of blood and dumped it onto his expensive flooring.

“I’m sure you can understand why this is such a lucrative deal, right?” John’s voice rumbled into your right ear. Chills trickle down your spine, caused simply from his touch and his murmur. But this is bad. You need to leave. You can’t just clean up murder messes for a living!

“I, I don’t know if I can-“

“Oh I know you can. Say, are you a good multi-tasker?” John asked, his grip on your shoulders becoming a bit tighter. It feels possessive almost. You should have listened to your woman warnings your body gave you.

Your canine teeth dig into your soft tongue.

“I mean, yeah.” You squeak out to answer the man who’s paying you. A throaty laugh leaves his mouth.

“Oh, good to hear.”

The scent of his cologne enters your nose. Tobacco, ginger, cocoa even. It’s intoxicating, the way his smell lingers in the air; and how it’ll imprint itself onto your own clothes and skin. You can’t let this man’s Dior Sauvage distract you from getting the fuck out of this house.

“Listen, I don’t-“

“2156, 45rd Avenue. Apartment 5. Right?” John suddenly asks. Those chills that ran down your spine seem to be more sinister than you initially realized. You turn around and glare up at him.

“How do you know that?” You immediately question him with a brash voice.

John lets out a deep chuckle, his handsome smile is so stupid. You don’t want to be attracted to him.

“You should take the job. I could buy your building, your rent could go down significantly.” John smirked down at your trembling form. “But, I’ll need you to be good at more than just cleaning.” His voice grumbles into your ear. His hot breath sticks to your neck. His voice is deep and almost off putting, in a good way. God the way he speaks. The way he looks you over with those pretty brown eyes.

Your mouth lets out a gasp as you suddenly feel his large hand reach around and grab one of your breasts. His unwanted touch feels like fire against your clothing. Your body tries to squirm.

“Shh, dear, let me touch you. I like it more if there’s less of a reaction.” John whispered, you feel his erection grow as he presses his groin into your ass.

“Woah, WOAH!” You yell, shoving him away. Surprisingly he backs away, with his hands in the air. There’s a smirk that plays on his rugged face, as he bites his tongue and lets his eyes devour your body.

“Really? You want to refuse me? Do you know who I am, little girl?” John chuckled, taking a few steps forward.

“You know what? I think I’m good on the job, you’re a fucking weirdo.” Is all you have to say to that. His rugged face has the meanest scowl you have ever seen in your life.

The tension in the air is so uncomfortable, and you want to punch yourself for not listening to your gut. The churning. The accelerated heart rate.

This was all wrong, that creepy temp agent had set you up with some gig that was clearly not legitimate in the slightest, of course it was too good to be true. Men only want one thing, and you don’t know how you didn’t manage to connect the dots.

You grimace at the thought of what he just did to you as your legs sprint towards the door.

“Not so fast, little one.” John growls, it seems he’s got you pinned against his entryway door. Your face is pressed against the wood, and you cry out in pain from the abrupt slam of your body.

“What if I bought your apartment building, and raised your rent? That’s why you have this job, right? That’s why a pretty thing like you waltzed into that temp agency and expected some help. God, I’m glad that agent sent me a picture. Do you know how much I came looking at your confused face?” John huffs out, biting his lip and moaning at the thought. His brown eyes roll to the back of his head for a split second as he recalls the orgasm he had, just thinking about you.

When he was hunched over in his shower, canines digging cuts into his bottom lip and drawing blood as John fucked into his balled up fist. When he whimpered your name like a pathetic needy bitch, the noise bouncing off of the bathroom walls to remind him of what a sick piece of shit he is. The mere idea of him taking advantage of a woman in a predicament like this made his balls ache in excitement. His toes would curl on the wet bathtub floor just imagining you being his good little fuck toy.

The ragged tone in his breath and voice make John sound desperate, deprived even.

“God I want you to swallow my cum so bad, I bet you’d look like a good girl, taking me in your mouth, huh? You wanna swallow daddy’s load?”

You elbow him right in the chest, but fall to the wooden floor while you do so. Too bad you’ve always been a clumsy bitch.

You groan as the pain shoots up your spine. And you panic. This absolute dilf of a man was a freak! And by the looks of all of that blood on his floor, a monster. A serial killer maybe! What the fuck was the point of listening to all of those podcasts if you didn’t take the god damn hints John had shown several times?!

John doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you up as you kick, scream, struggle, he even gives your left asscheek a swift smack just for fun. You let out a yelp.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to go into the other room, and I’m going to buy your building. All I have to do is make a call. And you, cutie, get to make a decision.” John chuckled. “You leave, and I’ll have a group of men take out all of your shit from your place; and replace your doorknobs. Or,” John grabs your waist, your hand swats him away as you give him a glare. John sighs and gives you a smile, ruffling your hair with his large hand. “Or you let me have my way with you; while you clean up my little mess. And you won’t have to worry about paying a thing ever again.” John whispers. The man takes a step back, biting his lip at the sight of you being scared of him, before leaving and going into the other room.

You groan, tears brim your eyes as you contemplate your choices. Seeing the vast wealth displayed by just his household furnishings, you figured he wasn’t bluffing. The sting from holding back the cry hurts like a bitch, realizing you have no choice in the matter.

“God dammit.” You mumble, grabbing the cleaning supplies. You can’t help but wonder how the hell this much blood got on this asshole’s floor anyhow. Maybe you didn’t want to know. Either way, baking soda would do the trick here; with some water and dishwasher fluid.

So you get to work, scrubbing and finishing away the blood stain from the wooden floor. It wasn’t nearly as easy as it sounded.

Your stomach churned as you hear him approaching, his Oxford shoes clicking on the ground.

“Oh, good girl.” John snickered from above, you looked up at him with an icy stare, only to see something you certainly didn’t expect.

John and his hand, expertly stroking his hard cock to the sight of you cleaning.

John’s a good size. Bigger than average. Not something straight out of some unrealistic porn video online. The 7 inch long and slightly girthy dick in his grasp twitched, while it dripped precum from the pink shaded tip.

You start to feel something stir in you. This is wrong. You know it’s wrong. But fuck. His lip bite, the way he stroked himself to the sight of you, it’s not like he was ugly or anything. Quite the opposite.

He’s everything every woman dreams about in a man. Dark, brooding, with chiselled features and a symmetrical face. His olive skinned forehead is slick with sweat, definitely from being all hot and bothered at the sight of lil’ ol’ you.

Realistically, there could be worse out there to have fuck you.

“No no, little one. Keep cleaning,” John takes in a sharp breath. “Don’t mind me. Just pretend that this is normal, don’t be distracted. This will be your new normal. You’ll do various tasks around my house, and you let me touch you however I want.”

Now despite what your brain is telling you, the churning in your stomach drifts into butterflies. This isn’t right. In fact, it’s fucking vile. But why is your breath caught in your throat? Why does your head feel like it’s spinning?

You’re too much in your head at the moment, and you don’t notice the sound of a switchblade opening. With one quick motion, you can feel your leggings slice open. Before you have time to gasp, next comes your thong, he’s cutting the fabric and peeling it from your body.

John pressed the soaked cloth to his large nose, taking in a deep breath to get a whiff of your essence. Chills run down his spine as he grows even harder, your pure femininity smells absolutely divine to him.

“Oh you’re so wet for me, you like this, don’t you? You bad fucking girl,” he laughs. Your yelp escaped your dry lips as one of his long fingers swiped your moist entrance, pushing one in to test the waters. Your soft grunt of surprise and disdain covers your pleasure as you continue to try to clean up this stupid blood stain on the wooden floor.

You have to wonder, what the fuck happened here? Your mind goes haywire, imagining the man behind you potentially taking a life in the very spot that you’re in. How did he do it? A gunshot wound? Cutting someone’s throat? Torture? Tying them up by their feet to hang upside down, only to stab their jugular and letting gravity do its job? And why exactly are you thinking of it while John adds another finger, pumping the long calloused digits into your soaking cunt.

You catch yourself backing up against him, moaning a bit as you bite your lip to punish yourself for it. You’re not supposed to like this! What the fuck are you doing?

A suit jacket is tossed aside out of the corner of your eye, as a deep throaty chuckle echoes from the walls of his large house.

“Oh? So I’m right. You do like it.” John chuckles, pulling his fingers out. You let out a whine, almost angry that he would stop fingering you all of a sudden. John slaps your folds with the tip of his cock just for fun.

Your whine is replaced with a sharp squeal, his large hands grip the roots of your messy hair, pulling your head back as his fat tip eases into your pussy. The burn of your head and the burn of his dick throws you in a loop, especially at the sight of John.

John. This perverted, sick and despicable example of a human being, who’s eyes look so soft as he inches in and out of you. There’s a wicked smirk on his face when your eyes shoot to his lips, nothing that the cut up remains of your thong are in his mouth.

And you’re not sure if it’s hot or nasty. The obscene view of him damn near chewing on your underwear has you… well, fucked up. But it’s the way he begins to snap his hips against your ass that makes you forget about it. The other hand whacks your right asscheek, earning another yelp from you.

“You’re a fucking pig!” you sputter out, trying your best to show absolutely revulsion to the way he’s fucking you.

John can see through you like a piece of cling wrap.

You’re not making any progress in cleaning the blood stain, as he thrusts harder into you. You mew loudly while he takes his hand in your hair and instead presses your pretty little face into the floor. Your cheeks and nose throb as scratches embed themselves into your skin, as if you hardly notice. The way John’s cock feels as he has his way with your fluttering cunt is too good to even put into words. You have to remind yourself to breathe while he speaks to you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess. I didn’t take you for a good little slut, who’s my slut?”

Gritting your teeth, his tip brushed your cervix, and that will certainly give you an aching feeling tomorrow. You don’t want to admit anything to this monster. But his fist tightens at the roots of your hair, sending pain down your scalp right as his other hand reaches your clit and draws quick circles on it.

“I asked you something, sweetheart. Now fucking answer me.”

“I’m your slut! I’m your slut!” You repeat out, shame fills your belly as you give in to John’s desires, and he giggles in return.

“What an obedient girl you are.” John praises, his thrusts become slower, more passionate even, as if he’s rewarding you for answering him. Somehow, the slower and more sensual movement of his dick feels even better, especially with John incorporating those finger movements on your clit.

“Stop fuckin’ cleanin’, you’re doing a shit job anyway.” John grunts, swatting the brush out of your tiny hands and flipping your body over like a ragdoll. I mean, he’s not wrong, he just doesn’t have to be a dick about it.

“You think you can take me? You’ve been doin’ a good job so far. Better than cleaning, you got a talent for letting me fuck you like this.” John’s words are almost garbled and incoherent but you’re too afraid to shake your head. Before you can even respond, he shoves your cut up panties into your mouth, covering your lips with those calloused large hands, much to your dismay.

You muffle loudly, an attempted “What the fuck?!”, but he only snickered before pumping his cock back into your cunt, lifting your legs so your ankles could have resembled earmuffs on him. Your eyes roll back. He’s so fucking deep, John’s hand moved from your mouth to your throat, restricting your oxygen intake by squeezing as he fucks into you. Using you as his little play thing. Your sticky sweat coated flesh smacks against another, sending the sound throughout the house, along with your softened moans and whimpers.

“Your cunt belongs to me. Got it, bitch?” John asks, these things he is saying to you are fucking terrible, but you can’t help but be excited when they come out. You nod and bite down on what used to be your thong as he continued to rub your wet nub and fuck you hard. Your sharp fingernails dub themselves into his bare thighs, which will definitely leave marks later.

John hisses, but continues plowing into you nonetheless.

“Cum for me. Do it before I change my mind.” John ordered. Say less.

He didn’t have to ask you twice. While your eyes cross, your pussy pulses around his dick, as you become undone under him. Your walls flutter and you whimper loudly, your climax unraveling and finally giving you that oh so satisfying release. John grunts over you.

“That’s it, cum for me, who’s making you cum?” He asks.

“You are! Shit- you are, John,” you mumble into your underwear as your cock drunk state leaves you unable to adjust your body.

John laughs at your undoing, pulling your thong out of your teeth and slipping out of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for him to use his immense strength to lift you up onto your knees, as he gives his slick cock a few jerks with his hand.

“Open.”

In a state of euphoria, you don’t question the man who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm. Your lips part, and he bites his lip as the tip of his dick reached the back of your throat. Your eyes widen as he moans, fingers gripping into your hair once more as he fucks into your mouth a bit more. It doesn’t take long before he climaxed, spurts of cum that you’re forced to take and swallow, like the naive little thing you are.

The things a girl will do to make sure rent is paid in full.

The next few days are certainly something. There are scratches on your face and some light bruising here and there on your body from your, ahem, shift, with John the other night. A male coworker even asked if you had a sprained ankle or something from the way you were walking into the office the next morning.

How embarrassing.

And now you find yourself, checking your mail and getting your rent bill in for the upcoming month. You roll your eyes, tearing the envelope open as your little dog jumps up on your leg, excited that you have arrived home. You aimlessly scratch his head, setting the invoice on your kitchen counter before feeding your pet a scoop of food, and grabbing the checkbook.

It’s almost like it slipped your mind that John had actually acquired your apartment building.

John does many things, but he doesn’t bluff.

Your eyes scan the piece of paper as it hits you like a brick.

Thank you for your business. Please send your payment of: $0.00 by March 1st, 2024.

What the fuck?

The stack of a few thousand dollars stares at you from your desk, and you swallow the lump in your throat. Your mouth dries up when the words in scribbled writing at the bottom read:

See you next week, pretty girl.

xoxo, J.

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dreamywriter143 · 11 months

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Hey bby🥰

I saw how u are open to doing other characters as well (I love all ur Neteyam Fics btw😍) I was wondering if I could request a pervao’nung x reader? I liked how he was in ur first smut fic scorching heat!

It can be a oneshot or an imagine. Up to u! And take ur time!

Creepin’

Status: Request by Anon

Parings: Ao’nung x Reader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, NSFW/MDNI, Suggestive Content, PervAo'nung. Mentions of drinking.

Summary: Ao’nung always disappears at the same time every day. It has come to the point where it catches the attention of his close friends. The question is where does he go to? More specifically, who does he go to?

Word Count: 2.1k

*Still under some construction, excuse any mistakes! I’ll be fixing them soon!!*

A/N: Thank you for your request Anon! My first Ao’nung fic! I’m so happy! I don’t get many Ao’nung fic requests so I kinda had to dig this one up. I have so many other requests and I’ll try to get to them! I’m sorry if it’s taking long. Thank you all for your patience!

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“Ao’nung! Heading off already?” Rotxo calls the boy back as he attempts to leave the group unnoticed.

Ao’nung curses himself for not being extra careful as he turns back to the group. After a day filled with chores and training the group had decided to hangout near the beach. Each of them sitting on a part of the large log is as they converse about the day while leisurely drinking the sweet floral drink Ao’nung had provided.

A part of him hoped they would be so into their conversation and drinking that he would be able to slip away without gaining any attention. Boy was he wrong.

“Out, there is some things I need to take care of” Ao’nung claims shrugging it off as if it was not a big deal. Neteyam raises a questioning eyebrow setting his cup delicately on the sand below.

“No-no. You don’t have anything else to do today-and this isn’t the first time. You always disappear around this time….what do you do?” Neteyam asks in a curious tone. The group all hum in agreement as Ao’nung curses the eldest son for being so observant.

“Nowhere, you’re imagining it. I'm just going for a walk that's all!” he lies easily. If they knew where he always ran off to, who he ran off to, Ao’nung knew he would never live it down. Especially since what he was ‘doing’ could be seen as…perverse.

For a while now Ao’nung would run off into the night at the specific time because he knew this is the exact time a certain someone would slip off to take a well needed bath.

It all happened one day when Ao’nung went to venture off on his own to clear his head. After a heated argument with his sister regarding Lo’ak and how he hated the amount of PDA they displayed, Tsireya accused him of being too uptight. Too strict. Oh boy would she eat those words.

During his late night walk he stumbled across a small pond, secluded and deep within the trees. It was hidden away from view, a treasure left untouched. At least that's what it looked like upon first glance.

He didn't intend to venture deep into the trees to investigate as he heard the sweet sound of someone humming a quiet tune. But something deep within him caused him to step closer, all while concealing his presence. And he thanked Eywa he did, there stood Y/n. His long term crush.

Y/n was the daughter of Sye’ha, the songstress of the clan. Y/n’s mother had a beautiful voice, relaying their stories and prayers to Ewya through songs and passages. Y/n was also gifted with a great voice, but in Ao’nung’s opinion, it was better. He remembered the first time he heard her sing, it was many years ago which started his one sided infatuation.

She was magnificent, her voice entranced the entire clan as they surrounded her, Ao’nung included. The way she swayed to the song made her seem that much more alluring. Her curves gilded with ease to the beat, putting Ao’nung in a daze he has yet to snap out of. She looked tempting.

When Ao’nung decided to come back the next day he was rewarded with the sight again as Y/n swam in the warm water with ease. After many more sessions he had her schedule memorized to the T. Ao’nung wasn't ashamed to admit he watched how she would slip out of her garments that easily slid down her smooth skin, brushing her hair to the side as she submerged herself into the warm pond below. Ao’nung always watched from afar, controlling his breathing as his hard cock strained against his loincloth at the sight.

He wasn't proud of what he did or the pleasure he got out of watching her and spying on her. He wished he had the courage to approach her and admit his feelings but everytime her e/c eye locked onto him, Ao’nung felt himself melt. His breath would hitch as he would choke on his own words. His words would come out garbled as he would end up fleeing the scene in embarrassment.

“Seriously Ao’nung? You always disappear during this time. Almost every day, you can't blame us for worrying” Tsireya pipes up from her spot nuzzled up next to Lo’ak. Ao’nung frowns, he was always sure to cover his tracks when he snuck off. Was he that obvious?

“Chill Tsireya, maybe he runs of into the forest to jack off or something” Lo’ak teases as Neteyam chokes on his drink. Rotxo quickly slides over to the older boy, taping his back repeatedly. Ao’nung feels his face burn bright red at the accusation that was somewhat true.

“Lo’ak!!” Tsirea squeals in embarrassment, she swats her hands at Lo’ak who chuckles at her flushed expression. Seeing the opening he had been waiting for Ao’nung slowly takes a step back. Rotxo was busy helping Neteyam not choke himself to death while Tsireya lectured Lo’ak on being more respectful. The perfect opportunity.

“Now's your chance, Fish Lips” Kiri pipes up, loud enough for Ao’nung to hear but going unnoticed amongst the rest. Ao’nung sighs out loud as Kiri gestures to the forest with a bored look. Not missing a beat Ao’nung sprints as fast as his legs could carry him, also being mindful to be as quiet as possible.

To say Ao’ning was fixated on Y/n would be in understatement. He was addicted, addicted to her. Addicted to being around her. Not only was she the gem of the clan, the beautiful songstress to take after her mother. But she was also a beautiful soul.

She helped train the infants with their IIu, always offering a hand to the older Na’vi’s with chores. She also helped Ronal when going out on excursions to pick herbs and spices. It was at those moments Ao’nung got the opportunity to admire her up close. That, and now.

Ao’nung swiftly situates himself behind the familiar bush as his eyes peer through the leaves and branches. It was his spot, his favorite spot as it provided the perfect view of Y/n. He already felt himself harden under his loincloth as he watched Y/n walk into the clearing. Completely unaware of his presence.

Ao’nung calms down his breathing as he watches Y/n set down a cloth and a pair of garments she would change into after the bath. She reaches up to gently tie her locks into a bun which Ao’nung was grateful for. It showed him the view of her slender neck, clean and untouched. The perfect spot he wished to litter with his love bites someday.

Ao’nung’s hand lazily reaches down to squeeze his hardening cock, a silent whimper escaping him as his eyes drink in the show. A view that he never got tired of. He has watched Y/n in this vulnerable state many times, each time he couldn't help but get more turned on. More needy.

Y/n unclasps her top, sliding in down her arms and letting it plop on the mossy floor. Her breasts now free from their restraints, her perky nipples stood erect as the cool air surrounded her. The light breeze leaves a trail of goosebumps down her body.

Ao’ning bites his lips at the sight, stroking his hardened member though his loincloth as beads of pre soaked through. He fantasized about those breasts day in and day out. They were perfect, the size, the shape. How they looked to be their perfect size to fit in his hands. Oh, what Ao’nung would do to have a chance to nip at one of those pink niipes that seem to always tease him. Ao’nung runs his tongue over his lips at the thought, nearly salivating at the image. How would they taste? How would they feel?

Y/n bends over, the loose strands of baby hairs falling loosely around her face as she shimmies out of her loincloth, she drops the perky piece of fabric with her pile as she stands up, on full display. Ao’nung had just seen heaven. He was certain of it.

Unable to control himself any longer he hurriedly pulls out his leaking member, spreading his precum all over his shaft to lube it up. He didn't dare look away from Y/n as she sat near the edge of the pond. Her legs dipping into the warm water below.

Ao’nung pumps his cock all while catching her gently exfoliating her skin with a flower she had brought her. He closes his eyes as he imagines how she would look if she were with him. If he had to courage to make the move. How would she moan? Would she whimper as he bruised her delicate skin with his touch?

Ao’nung lets out a satisfied sigh as his thoughts run wild. How her lips would feel against his, were they as soft as he had imagined? They looked plump, pillowy upon first glance. He was certain he would melt at the interaction.

Ao’nung bites back a groan as his fantasies grow wilder, imagining her underneath his moaning breathlessly as he pounded her. He wanted to feel her grip onto him as he showed her beautiful pussy no mercy. His hand pumps faster, his slick cock letting out lewd squelching sounds as his pace sped up.

A sudden rustle in the leaves jostle Ao’nung from his day dreaming.

His eyes shot open at the sound looking behind at the source. He holds his breath as he waits for something to emerge but with no such luck.

Letting out a sigh of relief he turns back to the pond, his hand still holding his member.

“Fuck-” Ao’nungs eyes widen as he curses to himself. Y/n was nowhere to be seen. He couldn’t help but feel defeated knowing he was so entranced in his own day dreaming he missed out on watching her bathe herself.

“Where-” Ao’nung freezes. His entire body is littered with goosebumps as he feels movement behind him. Quite and calculated steps approach him, if he hadn’t been so caught up in his own world he surely would have missed it,

He feels a breath fan along his neck sending goose bumps all over his body. He didn’t move an inch, partly out of fear, partly out of worry. Just as he audibly gulps, ready to face who was behind him, he feels her.

There was no mistaking it. He felt breasts press against this bare back. He felt the heat radiate off of them as he closed his eyes at the feeling. Taking a deep breath he is finally able to confirm who he had suspected.

Her scent wafted through the air, the smell of her own arousal thick with need.

“Oh dear, you're stiff as a board” a melodic voice coos near Ao’nungs ear that has turned purple over the fact that he’d been caught. Ao’nung opens his mouth to speak but his words get caught in his throat as she presses her completely bare body against his back.

“I-it’s not wha-”

“Oh shhhh, it’s ok. Nothing to be ashamed of” Y/n says softly, her hand sliding down his arms. Ao’nung sucks in a breath, feeling her trail her fingers closer and slower to his groin.

Y/n leans to the side of his face, peppering tiny little kisses along his skin that send Ao’nung to another world. He groans at the feeling , leaning his head back with his eyes scrunched shut in pure ecstasy. He wanted to burn the feeling deep in his brain.

Y/n fingers finally come to a stop, tracing her index finger along his semi-hardened length as it twitches at the contact.

Ao’nung accidentally bucks his hips at the sensation. Praying that whatever he was experiencing was reality, not a figment of his lust filled imagination. Y/n blows near his ear seductively, smirking at how easily he submitted to her featherlight touches.

“Would you…..like a hand?”

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you so much for the request!! Make sure to comment any suggestions or changes I can make, I’m still learning how to create well written stories, so your feedback helps me greatly!

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sayitdido · 9 months

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Nah cause are your request still open?? Like can you do smut? This in my mind all day.. Don't know how to say this but... Yeonjun stalker (non idol) and twitch streamer Reader? Lmaooo I know it's cringe enough but I really wanted this😭😭

a/n: i went overboard and it turned out a lot darker than i thought so sorry anon if this was not what you wanted.

disclaimer: this is a lot darker than my usual fics and contains stalker yandere behavior and revarding this behavior, just know that this kind of action is problematic irl and i do not condone or try to romanticize these kind of actions!this is all fiction!

warnings: stalking, yandere!yeonjun, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, bdsm, possesiveness, gagging with underwear, degradation, dacryphilia, bondage, yeonjun beats reader up but it is a consensual action,stomach punching, edging(?), reader's mental health is fucked up so she acts self destructive, basically she just lets yeonjun be as problematic as he wants, let me know if there is any that i have missed!

it was as if you were asking for someone to stalk you. always posting your location when you go to a coffee shop or showing the interior of your house which was pretty similar to yeonjun. it was the exact same interior of one of his friends. just to make sure, he followed you home after your post revealed that you were having a brunch in a nearby restaurant.

as he learnt you flat's number, he also checked up your locks to see whether or not it would be easy to break in. he convinced himself that he wasn't actually gonna do that. it was crazy and sick even for him. he was contend with seeing you afar.

but it all changed in one of your streams you talked about a guy you liked. when you talked about his appearance, yeonjun realized you were talking about him. so that menant you saw? and still did nothing to stop the guy who follows you everywhere. were you into that? crazy, he thought.

even though he liked the idea you liking him, the fact that you were still into him after all he had done made him think how stupid you must be to fall for him or too naive to even notice.all he had to do was to use this to his advantage. and with that you saw a 1k tip telling you to confess to him.

it is all gonna worth it, he thought. and since you accepted his challange, there was only one thing left to do, to wait.

he was there sitting close to you waiting. you with all of your courage went up to him. you greeted him, so did he. and finally you said it. "i have been seeing you around for a while. and couldn't help it but you caught my attention. i was wondering if you were up for a date? with me of course." he smiled with victory. he was right even though your description of him wasn't that specific. worth every penny, didn't you?

after he gladly accepted your dating proposal, you two made plans for your first date which ended up being the best date you ever had. of course it would, he knew everything about you. this included what you liked and what you didn't like in a date. even though it is your first date you ended up inviting him over.

you finally felt the need to confess. "you are a dangerous person, right?" a shocked but not surprised expression covered his face. "you want me and you can hurt me. i knew you were stalking me. but instead of being disgusted with the idea, i craved you. i will let you hurt me, i just have one condition."

"what is it?" he asked. "keep me. isn't that also what you want? you probably didn't stalk me for a whole year that i know of and paid me a thousand dollars to confess to you just for one fuck but i need to know for sure." he laughed to your desperation. "of course i am going to keep you but the real question is why do you want this?" you didn't know how to answer. and you sure knew if it wasn't yeonjun but some unattractive middle aged dude in front of you, you wouldn't even want this. "i don't know. maybe i think i deserve it or maybe it's just that you are hot and i am stupid." he smirked.

"come here." he ordered. as soon as you went up to him, he lifted your skirt to took of your panties and stuffed it into your mouth before getting you fully naked. "will you be okay if i were to hurt you anyway i want?" you nodded desperately. "good girl." he praised. "ah some part of me thinks you are too precious to do what i am about to do yet i also need to put desperate slut in her place." you felt fear and excitement covering you whole body at the same time. also he thought you were precious? you felt soft even in a situation like this.

"go to your bed, now." you immediately followed his orders. and layed down on you back. "good girl." he gave you the same praise before punching your stomach. your eyes opened with shocked but you couldn't deny how it turned you on. just as you calmed down a little another one followed. "such a useful whore for me. taking everything without questioning." and another one.

your eyes starting to tear up with pain, your body squirming without your control, he decicmded to tie you up. after finishing the fourth punch followed. "one final one and then we are done, okay?" you nodded. even though you liked it, you were glad than it was soon over. and when the final punch hitted your stomach you screamed in pain audible even in your gagged state and actually started crying.

"i know, i know. but you should see yourself your cries are just masterpiece. you can't even imagine how turned on i am." as you were calming down you felt his hands on your cunt. playing and toying with it, never letting you orgasm. "we are going to have so much fun~" he said while you stared his dar gaze.

credits to: @/cafekitsune for +18 banners!

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut #dark smut #dark fanfiction

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thecraftymagician · 11 months

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Hi there! Arcana brainrot has had me in a chokehold recently, so I wanted to ask: How do you think the m6 would react to the reader's family being racist and/or misogynistic? I've been getting into conflict with my parents on stuff like that a lot recently (especially the misogyny bc even tho I'm a guy, I'm trans, so comments like that are directed towards me a lot) and the idea of my blorbos putting them in their place makes me happy. I completely understand if your not comfortable with it tho

First off, I am so sorry you're going through this. The society we live in right now is utter insanity and it's extremely unfair especially when those who are meant to love and care for us most not only refuse but do the exact opposite. Sincerely, I just want to talk to them at a waffle house. I.. just wanna talk. I completely understand what you're going through and I am here for you, Anon!!! (This is one of those ones where there is bleed-through. All of the M6 have trouble understanding how your family can be so different from you and desperately want to take care of you. I just worded it a bit differently for each and may have left that out a bit for a few, but I assure you it is a given. Your comfort characters love you very much and want what's best for you!!)

Warnings & Clarifications: For everyone's safety, comfort, and wellbeing I will not be going into the specifics of the topics mentioned. At most there will be hints of what may have been said by Reader's family and/or friends. TW: Implied R*cism, Implied H*m*phobia, Implied M*sogyny, Implied B*gotry, Implied etc.

M6 w/ Apprentice's Hateful Family:

Asra 💜

(Directed at them by the family)

They freeze and there's a brief silence before their eyes narrow as they ask for clarification. Did they.. really just say that?

Depending on the response they may have the patience to attempt to put the family in their place with respect for you but they have no qualms about just grabbing your hand and walking away.

They're confused and hurt but know that it's not your fault in the slightest. They are their own people and adults at that who unfortunately made awful choices outside of having you as a child. Even so, how far the golden apple fell from such a rotten tree is astonishing in the best possible way and they are truly grateful.

They will try not to let it get to them but will still confide in you with reassurance that it's not your fault and they don't see you any differently.

(Directed at reader by the family)

Instantly their hand is holding yours firmly, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

Through gritted teeth they let the family know that it is time they leave. Any protest from them is met with a glow of purple irises as Asra readies a spell, though they're not sure exactly what.

As soon as they're able, they get you as far away from your family as they can and somewhere comfortable. Immediately they check in on you and get anything you might need, even if it's just a big long hug.

They can't begin to imagine what it was like living in the household but they know it was difficult for you and they want to be there for you as much as possible.

Nadia 💖

(Directed at her by the family)

Her shock lasts milliseconds before morphing into her signature scowl. "I beg your pardon." It is not a question or a suggestion.

If they have the gaul to continue, she allows herself to interrupt and cut them off. In no uncertain terms she all but tells them to go to hell in a hand-basket in the most eloquent way that one may even look forward to the journey.

She will attempt to continue the meeting for your sake but if they refuse to play nice or have made you uncomfortable they are asked to take their leave, even if it's not at the palace. Surely the display in public would send them off, tails between their legs.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time she's dealt with something like this and she suspects it will be far from the last. It doesn't affect her as much as it used to, the worst of it being from your family and them embarrassing you in the process. She will also confide in you but make sure you do not worry about her as you are her main concern.

(Directed at reader by the family)

The air shifts instantly with palpable tension. For a brief moment, Nadia composes herself to address you directly, placing a tender kiss on your hand. "My dear, would you mind if I spoke to your.. family.. alone?"

Once she's certain you are safe and out of the room, the doors are shut. Her glare is enough to turn them to stone where they stand as she rips into them. Her words are far from pretty but she couldn't care less.

She makes it well known your place in her life and how she would spare nothing to keep you safe and happy.. even if that be exile, among other things.

After their departure, she finds you immediately and does whatever you require whether that's a hug, a good cry in her arms, talking, or ignoring the whole thing for now. She reassures you of your safety and makes sure you smile once more.

Julian 🖤

(Directed at him by the family)

It takes a moment for what they said to hit him. He blinks owlishly at them as he tries to wrap his mind around it and the complete contrast to you. He might ask for clarification out of.. respect.

When they continue his shock turns to a stern, calm anger. "..I see." He enlightens them with the fact that he owes them nothing nor anyone else for that matter, something you taught him. If they have a problem, that is awful for them plain and simple.

If they continue he will excuse you both curtly before escorting you away from them. He's still calm but silent. He's hurt because it's your family but what he said is true. What you and his own friends/family think of him matters more than anything else.

Even so he may need some reassurance. He might know all of that but he still struggles with his insecurities. He wants to make sure he did right by you in case you want your family in your life still.

(Directed at reader by the family)

His eyes narrow as he pulls you behind him, putting himself between you and your family. With his jaw clenched, his words flow with venom and purpose.

He's not above berating anyone no matter the time or place for hurting you but he'd rather not have a physical fight with them if he doesn't have to.

As soon as he's finished lashing out at them he turns on his heel and guides you away, holding you in his coat so they don't see you and vice versa.

As soon as you are somewhere safe, he frets over you and makes sure you are okay. He will try to distract you first to take your mind off it unless you want to talk immediately. If there is anything he can do for you, it will be done.

Muriel 💚

(Directed at him by the family)

While he's been used to harsh words, it is different for him coming from your family. He knows that you don't reflect their words and vice versa in the moment. Even so, he doesn't feel the need to respond with words.

Instead his initial shock melts into an intense glare, allowing the heavy silence.. and his intimidating presence.. to do the work for him. Needless to say, they do not continue.

In any case, they've said enough so he gently takes your hand and walks away from them. He will remain silent for a while before he feels comfortable saying anything.

It's weird that you could be so different from them but he's very glad of it. In another aspect, you make him feel safe, secure and loved. He couldn't be more grateful, even if he has trouble showing that sometimes.

(Directed at you by the family)

He has already taken a few steps forward into their space before they finish their sentence, eyes boring down into them. With all his rage, he can only think of one thing to say. "Leave."

They likely do as he says without a second thought. Scaring people off isn't something he's too keen on now but it needed to be done for your sake.

He'll collect himself as quickly as he can so he's able to tend to you, taking you elsewhere if needed.

It might be difficult for him to articulate the care he wants to convey to you, his bear hugs say plenty.

Portia 🧡

(Directed at her by the family)

She physically takes a step back at first before she squares her shoulders and looks them dead in the eye, letting them have it. Unfortunately, she knows a thing or two about belittling and bullying but lucky for her they aren't Nadia's guests. Even if they were she knows there's no way she'd get into any trouble for her actions.

She's not afraid to walk closer into their space and point/poke at them as she verbally lays into them. Her language is a bit less colorful than her brother's but she's not going to play nice unless she has to. They've certainly lost her respect currently and are undeserving of it.

If they try to continue she will talk over them, continuing to roast them until she's finished. She'll tell them off one last time with a huff before taking your hand in hers and leaving them.

She might vent about it more but she knows it's not your fault and makes sure you don't worry about it. They're their own people and they just so happen to suck but clearly, that has nothing on you.

(Directed at you by the family)

Before they can finish their sentence, she's cut them off, marching forward to get in their face. She readies a punch but stops herself short.

She's not afraid to throw one or hurt them but she is afraid of hurting you further. Even though their flinch was satisfying, she takes in a breath before taking a step back. "You're not even worth it."

Returning to you, she wraps an arm around your shoulder protectively before turning to them over her shoulder to tell them how awful they are in comparison to you. It's shameful of them.

She takes you to a safe space all the while asking if you're alright and if there's anything she can do right now to help. She feels guilty about being so intense but she just can't stand anyone speaking to or about you that way, especially those who should love you.

Lucio 💝

(Directed at him by the family)

His first instinct is to scoff at them. Clearly, they don't know him or anything about him to have that kind of blatant audacity.

He quickly lets them know as such, insulting them verbally each time they attempt to cut him off. All the while he takes slow deliberate steps toward them, putting himself between you.

The rant is ended with the fact that even if they had the decency to apologize he couldn't bring himself to accept it. They should, however, apologize to you because a slight on his honor is a slight on yours but he's sure they've already said enough.

He escorts you away, having said his peace, and takes you somewhere with a nicer atmosphere. Sure he is a bit hurt that your family could say such things but he himself knows a thing or two about rough families. He knows you don't think that way and that's all that really matters to him.

(Directed at you by the family)

"Excuse me?" before they can respond he has closed the difference between them, hand on the hilt of his sword.

When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper but judging by their faces.. it wasn't the most pleasant. They back away from each other and his eyes pierce through them as he grins.

When he makes his way back to you, his gaze softens as he guides you away to safety. He holds your hand, explaining later that he was fighting every urge to not turn back around and start a fight to defend you. But.. if you did want that later, he absolutely would.

As much as he's still livid, he's able to put it aside, for now, to take care of you. Anything you need, anything he can do for you; name it and it is yours.

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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matty in a black tank top is doing something to me. need a dom fic of him rnnnnn

I think you’re right, actually. Ask and ye shall receive, dear Anon. Here it is!

warnings: smut, dom!Matty. Also I just wrote this on the spot so, sorry if it’s messy.

Should’ve planned to put something out for Lollapalooza. To be fair, no amount of planning could’ve ever prepared me for black tank top Matty and his slutty arms. But if you’d like me to start doing specific timeline one shots planned around public appearances or the next leg of tour, lmk. Anyways happy reading and let me know what you think!

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Festival State of Mind

“Ah, yes! There she is!! Give ‘er to me now.” Matty called out to his guitar tech with his hands wide open.

His girlfriend, who’d been busy helping Ross untangle the necklaces that had wrapped inexplicably around the top buttons of his shirt, heard Matty speak and quickly whipped her head around to see what was going on. She swore that was the voice Matty usually used to greet her. Especially whenever she was wearing something that he’d found particularly attractive, or whenever he was hoping to get laid.

She felt her heart flutter in her chest as she watched Matty receive and handle his new guitar with delicate attention and care. Her eyes tracked the way that his left palm wrapped tightly around the neck of the guitar sliding the metallic body under his arm and slotting it tightly against his chest. She watched him slide a single finger down the 6th string, the instrument responsively squeaking at his touch, she caught herself squeezing her thighs together and wishing she were the instrument. What the fuck was wrong with her? She was convinced there was just something in the air in this city. Or maybe it was just the energy of festivals. The guys hadn’t done one in a while after all. Their excitement and nerves were palpable. Or perhaps it was her who needed to get her head out of the gutter. Or maybe Matty was being a tease. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact cause of the electric energy, the tension, that she’d felt all day, but she knew she had to do something about it.

“I don’t know, Ross, it’s a lost cause.” She let go of Ross’s tangled necklaces and wandered over to Matty, hovering over him as he sat on the couch, in the middle of the backstage instrument room, and strummed his new guitar.

“What’ve you got here?” She placed a hand on his shoulder, the feeling of his toned muscles contracting as he played his instrument instantly sending a shiver down her spine.

“You like my new guitar?” He grinned from behind his curls.

“Why is it, um, kinda rectangular shaped?”

“It’s part of her unique charm.” Matty gushed with pride.

“Sorry, her?” She laughed

“Yes, her. This guitar is no ‘it’ my dear. Look at her! Vintage 1958.” Matty processed to ramble on about what made this specific instrument so important, all the expert hands that had played it before him, how much he’d paid to locate it, and how glorious the opening riff of ‘Sex’ was going to sound on it tonight. All she really heard, though, was ‘Sex’ and her head was spinning. She bit her lip, waiting for Matty to look up from his new obsession, but he seemed hardly aware that she was still standing there.

“Would it be weird of me to say that - umm…I’m kind of jealous of your guitar right now?” She whispered the second half of her question.

“Very weird. But it’s okay. Your weirdness is what I love- Oi! What’re you-“ Matty was baffled when she swiftly pulled the guitar away from his body.

“Oh, she’s heavy.” The thought of Matty seamlessly handling such a bulky instrument spurring her filthy thoughts on even further. “Adam, darling, would you take this guitar and finish tuning it please?”

Adam did not need an excuse to spend time with any new guitar, let alone this one. He jumped at the chance, completely delighted at her request. “Of course!”

Matty sat back, befuddled. Within seconds, his girlfriend had found a way to not only get rid of his instrument, but also take its place in his lap. She straddled him, kissing his neck.

“Baby?” He whispered, breathless at the feeling of her lips on his skin, and blushing a little at her brazenly throwing himself at him in front of everyone in the room. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You.” She simply stated, not bothering to look up at him.

“L-listen, not that I don’t love this….but we’ve gotta get ready.”

She whined and finally pulled away from him giving him a big pout. “Fine, okay, I’ll help you get ready. Ooo could I undress you? Please?”

“Not changin.’ Just gonna go on like this.”

“E-excuse- you’re gonna- like this?! As in…you’re wearing THIS? To….the…stage? In front of - like- people?

“Mhm.” Matty got off the couch and went about his pre-show ritual. Checking that his gear is ready, warming up his vocals, packing his cigarettes and drinks….leaving her hanging and frustrated.

***

The show was flawless. She was furious. She knew she was overreacting, but overhearing people in the crowd whisper, gush, and swoon over her boyfriend had set something on fire within her. She needed to find Matty instantly.

The clock was ticking. Festivals did not operate like tours. They only had the backstage area for a set period of time. She needed to make the most of it. She squeezed past crew members and festivals staff, turning left and right in search of her boyfriend. When she found him, he was giddy with excitement.

“Hi, love of my life.” He kissed her cheek, the scent of his cologne, sweat, and cigarettes enveloping her. Matty was being sweet, he was in a good mood, a chatty mood. “What’d you think of the show? I thought it went well. Maybe there were a couple of moments where I could’ve-“

She interrupted him by grabbing his hand and pulling him behind her.

“Where are we going?”

“Anywhere private!”

She tried one of the dressing rooms but found George in there. Not bothering to spare him a greeting, she turned herself and Matty back around and headed in the other direction.

“Supply closet. Guess this’ll have to do.” When she was certain that no one was watching, she pulled them both inside, shutting the door behind them and locking it. She wasted no time in shoving Matty against the door and kissing him harshly.

Matty was initially thrown, so he’d let her overpower him and take the lead, however, once he’d got on to what she wanted, and with the post-show adrenaline coursing through his blood, he decided he’d indulge in a little game. He wrapped his arms around her, tearing her body from his and disrupting the kiss. She whimpered, batting her eyelashes at him and giving him a begging look.

“I’ve had enough of your greediness, you brat.” The arm he had around her shoulders moved up to her hair, pulling it at the base and eliciting a cry from her lips. “All. Fucking. Day. You’ve been actin’ needy. Practically throwing yourself at me. Interruptin’ my work.” He spat, “messin with my instruments. Distractin’ me from doin’ my job.” He leaned in, his lips by her ears. “I’ve let it go cuz I’ve been busy. But it’s time to make you pay.” His smooth voice and his threatening words made her heart beat furiously in her chest.

With one swift motion, Matty used the hand he had in her hair to pull her so she was facing the door, back to him. He hiked up the skirt of her dress, roughly shoving her underwear to the side and swiping his finger across her slit. She cried out incoherently, her tongue at a loss for words.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You dirty little whore. What’s made you this wet? Hmm?”

The sound of his voice, combined with the rough touch of his fingers, and his harsh words had effectively scrambled her brain.

“Speak! I asked you a fuckin’ question.”

To her surprise, his anger had alarmed her and made her sad. Desperate. He’d subdued her. She was utter powerless now. All she wanted was to make him happy.

“Y-you did. You made me this wet. Y’just- look- so….in this black top. I- umm, I think- people were sayin’ you look like a Greek statue. Your arms. Your hair. I- just wanted- you’re mine.”

Matty’s response was to chuckle, his breath hot against the back of her neck, and rub her clit with his thumb, his index finger pumping into her roughly.

She melted against the door, he knees barely holding her up as she whimpered and begged for Matty to her cum.

“You wanna hear something funny? In the Middle Ages, festivals were supposed to induce a particular state of mind. They were a chance for people to have fun. Once a year. Exercise their most indulgent desires within a controlled environment. Food, sex, music. A way to get all that dirty, animalistic lust out of their system. To ensure that they’d behave the rest of the year when the festival ended. And…it’s just given me an idea-“

He promptly pulled away from her. One hand leaving her cunt, the other leaving her hair. Without his body supporting her, and without his fingers pleasuring her, she lost balance, crying and shaking as she fell to the floor.

Matty leaned against the door, towering menacingly over her. “On the floor where you belong.” He smirked. “What? You’re not happy?”

“Please- I want-“

“Sorry, you ‘want’? What makes you think I give a fuck what you want?”

She whined again, “please? I need to cum so bad” she reached her arms over her head, moving to unbuckle his pants, but he slapped them away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

“S-sorry.”

“You wanna cum, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”

She blinked up at him, unsure what he meant or how to react. She knew, though, that if she didn’t give him exactly the right response, he’d take her pleasure away.

“Go on then. We don’t have time.” He patted his though, finally cluing her in.

Fuck. He wanted her to ride him. His thigh. Make herself cum over his jeans.

“B-but the…stain-“

“I don’t give a fuck.”

She blushed, staring at his thigh.

“Look, either you do it, or you don’t cum at all. S up to you. But I don’t have all day, so, offer expires in-“

He didn’t need to tell her twice. She was too desperate to think about the consequences, how it would look to people, or how it would make her feel. She straddled his leg, promptly moving up and down on his thighs. The rough material of the denim giving her the right mix of friction and pain to make her moan.

Matty wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling at it whenever he sensed her getting too caught up in her pleasure, occasionally slapping at her breasts, tweaking her nipples over her dress, making her cry out and moan his name.

“I’m so- close. Please?”

“Please what?” Matty squeezed her cheeks together, looking her directly in her clouded, dilating eyes, a smile on his face.

“Please may I cum?” She panted, her words mostly incoherent.

“Cum.” He let go of her face. She instantly buried it in his neck and bit down on her own lip to keep from screaming. She tasted the blood fall from her lip as she came, and shook wildly around Matty’s leg. Her knees buckling, she almost fell right on her ass were it not for Matty wrapping an arm around her waist, and pulling her to him.

He kissed her sweaty, hot forehead. “Good girl.”

#matty healy oneshot #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x you #matty healy smut

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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John x Teen!reader - my dad

I have a request, for a John Watson fic. Could you do one where teen Reader is John's long lost daughter and Sherlock is the one to deduce it when she does something only John would do (maybe an eye roll or a specific headshake) and he tries to secretly get the two to spend time together like father and daughter? - Anon💜

Sitting in the police car, you laid over the back seats as you waited for your guardian to come back and he did after a few moments.

He opened the back door and looked at you.

“Sorry kiddo, Sherlock’s agreed to watch you for a few hours.”

“Can he take me on cases?”

“No.”

“Can I take him on cases?”

“What cases do you have?”

You shrugged a little and smiled at Lestrade as you jumped out of the car, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you padded after him to the flat.

He lead you in and you waved at Sherlock.

“I heard you have a roommate.”

“I heard you got removed from boarding school.”

You shrugged a little and walked over to the sofa, dropping yourself on it with a heavy thud and looked to Lestrade.

“Can we have pizza Greg?”

“If you want pizza order pizza, I’ll send you the money.”

“Thanks!” You beamed.

He nodded and ruffled your hair before he told Sherlock not to let you leave his sight and he left and Sherlock looked over at you.

“So, why did you get kicked out?”

“I ran away.”

“More than once.” He said.

“Ten times actually, they decided I wasn’t a so called right fit. It’s why Greg seems mad, cause he was the one who had to keep picking me up.”

“Well, he is your legal guardian so it does make sense.”

You shrugged a little and turned your head to look at Sherlock.

“Where’s the fool who decided to live with you?”

“John!” Sherlock yelled.

There was a small thud, and someone came rushing down the hallway and stopped in the entrance of the living room.

“John, (Y/N), (Y/N) John. Now stop asking annoying questions.”

You rolled your eyes and john did the same thing, and Sherlock glanced back at the pair of you.

He watched carefully as you got up and walked over to john and held your hand out to him, formally introducing yourself and John did the same thing.

The longer Sherlock looked, the more he realised you two seemed alike.

He never noticed it since the pair of you had never been in the same room before, but now, standing side by side he could see it.

Mainly in the little things you did.

The way you rolled your eyes, the way you shook hands the exact same, the way you crossed your arms while you were talking.

Sherlock carefully studied both you and John.

“(Y/N).”

You turned your head to Sherlock.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock looked at you.

“Order your pizza I’m going out, John watch her, she’s m a swift one and will run.”

Sherlock needed answers and there was only one way he was going to get them, but in order to get them he had to go to the hospital.

You were now his new case.

He was never wrong, never.

You were related to John somehow, he knew that one, but he needed to know exactly how you were related to John.

You and John looked to each other in confusion and you shrugged.

“Do you have a history of running away?” John asked.

“From school yeah, and sometimes Sherlock. But if it makes you feel better Greg can always find me.”

“Lestrade?”

You nodded your head and held your phone out to John and he walked over to take it and sit next to you.

“Yeah, he’s my legal guardian, he has been for the past few years.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s okay, I’m pretty happy with it, he’s basically my uncle, I’ve known him my whole life. It’s how I met Sherlock actually, he’s like a weird big brother I can’t get rid of.”

John laughed, nodding his head.

“Once you meet him he just sticks to your side like glue.”

You ordered your food and you and John carried on talking happily while you ate and you showed him a few games on your phone that you liked.

It took Sherlock longer than he thought it would have to be able to get into your file, but as he scrolled through it he couldn’t find anything that would help him.

“What’re you looking for?” Molly asked.

“Parents names.”

Sherlock looked at the bottom, but it only held your mums name, absolutely no mention of who your father was.

“There isn’t one listed, Lestrade tried that as well.”

Sherlock frowned and nodded his head, reluctantly there was only one person he could ask now. The only person who could access to your information.

He didn’t want to, but it was driving him crazy and he needed to know so he paced back and forth as he waited for a reply from his older brother.

Mycroft: I’m only sending you this so then you owe me a favour when the time comes. (Y/N)s biological father was listed as John Watson, except (Y/N)s mother walked away without telling him. He has no clue.

Sherlock nodded to his, stuffing his phone in his pocket he started to run scenarios through his head on what to do next.

He could tell you both, but that seemed boring to him.

He could tell Lestrade, but that always seemed boring to him.

No, he was going to wait, just keep making you two spend time together.

He was partially doing it to cure himself from his eternal boredom, but at the same time he was doing it for you and John.

He didn’t know how the pair of you would react, and he didn’t want to have to deal with the aftermath if it went wrong.

Sherlock spent days researching into what parents did with the children, how the bonded and how they spent time together.

He read, watched videos, asked online, gathering as much information as he possible could before he settled on starting simple.

He sent you two to get something to eat since he didn’t want any food, he sent you two to the movies, concerts, anything for a day out to spend time together.

You and John got along really well, but you were all starting to get suspicious of him, and when Lestrade watched Sherlock send you and John somewhere he turned around.

“Right, what the bloody hell are you playing at now?” He asked.

“Johns her father.”

Lestrade stopped in his tracks.

“What?”

Sherlock turned his laptop and showed a formal document, a formal birth certificate which listened both mother and father.

“Her mother burned the original copy, Mycroft had to do some digging just to find this. (Y/N)s mother didn’t want anyone to know who the father was so she could claim child support of different men in different cities.”

“Is that why for the past three months you have been doing anything to get the two to spend time with each other?”

Sherlock nodded his head.

“John has a right to know, and so does (Y/N) but it would be easier to tell them if they already get along.”

“Well has it worked?”

“No they’re more like friends, or brother and sister.”

Lestrade laughed a little and clasped a hand on sherlocks shoulder.

“Just tell them.”

Sherlock nodded, it was about time he told the pair of you.

You and John were walking around, talking about what he did while he was a soldier and you stopped by the gates of the cemetery.

“Can you give me a minute?”

“Of course, take as long as you need, do you want me to come with you?”

You looked through the gates for a minutes and nodded your head.

You had never been here alone, Lestrade or Sherlock always came with you, so you didn’t want to go in by yourself.

You walked along the path, and John carefully watched you as you approached a headstone.

“Hey mum.” You said softly.

You went through the bag you had and pulled out a single rose you had gotten from the shop and rested it up against it.

John stood a few feet away, his back turned to you to give you your privacy and just waited until you were ready to go.

When you were you walked over to him and smiled softly.

“Thank you…”

“You don’t have to thank me, are you okay?”

You nodded your head and started to walk, and John followed behind you.

“Can I ask.. how Uhm.. how your mum passed?”

“Car accident, it’s how I first met Greg he was the one to handle the case. They couldn’t find out who my dad was, so he took me instead.”

John nodded his head.

“Do you have any idea who your dad could be? Sherlock could help you find him.”

You flicked your eyes up to John and smiled.

“I think I know who my dad is yeah, and I know Sherlock knows. But anyways I’ve got to go, I told Greg I’d finish my homework.”

You hugged John and jogged down the street and John went back to the flat only to find Sherlock waiting for him.

“Sherlock?”

Sherlock didn’t say a word, he just tuned the laptop to face him and confused, john walked over.

He stared at the screen and slowly picked it up, walking over to sit in his chair as he just stared.

“Sherlock I.. I don’t understand…”

“You’re (Y/N)s father John. Her real father.”

John excused himself, saying he needed time to think about what he just found out and as the next morning rolled around he texted Lestrade asking to come over.

He agreed and John was soon in front of your house with Lestrade waited outside.

“Sherlock finally told you didn’t he?”

John nodded.

“Is she in?”

“She’s in the living room waiting. She knows too.”

John nervously walked in and walked over to the living room, standing in front of you while you looked up at him.

“You knew I was your dad?”

You nodded softly.

“I realised after a few weeks… but I.. I was scared you wouldn’t want me…”

John rushed over and pulled you into a hug.

“Of course I want you, you’re my daughter (Y/N), I’m so sorry I missed so much.”

You hugged him back and smiled to yourself.

“Does this mean.. maybe we can go to parent kid events… and do things parents and their kids do…?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

John pulled away and looked at you.

“What about Lestrade?”

“Well… he’ll always be my dad, you know? He’s cared for me since I was like nine, but.. but I want to have by biological dad too…”

John smiled and hugged you tightly again.

“That’s fine by me.”

#bbc Sherlock #bbc Sherlock x reader #bbc Sherlock x you #bbc Sherlock imagine #John watson #john watson x reader #John watson x you #john watson imagine

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 5 months

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Hello pooo!!! I dunno how to put it in words but your works just makes my heart go swoooon!! Thank you so much for your pieces 🥹

I see that we can request too po and I’d just like to put down “chemtrails over the country club” by lana del rey- specifically the lines “you’re in the wind, i’m in the water; nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter” for makisig or maliksi please!!! Angsst BUT fluff at the end 🙏🏻

((Anon, why would u do dis to us?! huhuhu. I'm a lana del rey gurlie and Chemtrails over the country club is very personal for meee))

Disclaimer: I do not own Makisig. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Angst with fluff(if u squint well enough. char lang, fluff to.)

TW: Ano...medyo masakit to bhie, yung umpisa lang naman. yun na yung warning HAHAHA.

((Let me know kung rebisco na ba ako at kung sumosobra na ba ako HAHAHA))

"...we should run away, Makisig." You whispered underneath your breath as you softly stroked his hair while he peacefully lays his head on your lap. You looked up at the star-clad skies, wondering if you two can have a very different life right now if you were to leave everything behind and run away.

"Run away from what, my love?" He slowly opened his eyes to look into yours before gently taking your hand and tenderly kissing your palm. You shuddered from the sensation and oh, how you'd love to just pull him close and kiss those lips for an ounce of comfort.

"From everything."

You whispered as tears started to fill your eyes. Your lips quivered as you tried to held back your sobs.

"Please?"

"ANDDD... CUT! Y/n, you're not supposed to cry yet! Let's take a two hour break before retaking that scene."

Makisig stared at you with wide eyes as he breaks character. You quickly wiped away your tears and stood up before walking towards your own team, leaving him without a single word.

You wouldn't admit it, but you can feel your heart breaking with every step that you take. As soon as you entered your own tent, you broke down in tears as you ran into your manager's arms.

How cruel can fate be?

Five years ago

...those were Makisig's exact words five years ago while he held you in his arms, begging you to leave it all behind with him- the cameras, the fame, the undying expectations of the people around you and you had the nerve to reject his idea and leave him for the sake of your dreams.

You were a very famous actress that time, while Makisig's career was just starting and all he can get are mostly small modelling gigs. Oh, how the tables have turned- you are now the one struggling to keep your career afloat while Makisig jumps from project to project.

Atleast he's living a better life since you two broke up. That's what you always tell yourself.

Your whole body shook from how much you were crying as you buried your face into your manager's shoulders to stifle your sobs. All throughout your career, your manager has been the only one to stick with you through ups and downs- treating you like the little sister she's never had.

"I can't do this. I can't, please." You heaved as you tried your best to say the words out loud. This was the one project meant to save your career from falling into shambles.

"Shhh. It's okay sweet girl. I know how you feel right now, but we can't back out from this, can we?"

You slowly nodded as you let your tears silently fall. Leaving this project was always out of the question and you knew it. You were lucky enough that your manager has been long time friends with one of the Makisig's handlers that she was able to arrange for this project as a last resort to save you from being out of jobs.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I know how hard it must be."

No one knows how hard it is...

To be around Makisig is like stabbing yourself in the heart over and over again.

Hearing his voice...

Feeling his touch...

To have him look at you the way he does- like you were the most important person in the whole world.

To have him call your name as if it's the sweetest word that's to ever grace his mouth.

It took everything of your whole being to get ahold of yourself and not breakdown around him.

The things you would give if only you can go back in time and just take his hand and run away to a far away place where no one else knows the two of you. You clutched your chest at you revel at the idea of what could've been before shutting your eyes close- falling asleep after crying.

In your dreams, Makisig held you tight as he kissed away your tears, saying, "Why is my lovely Y/n is crying again? It makes me want to cry also." as he peppers your face with tiny kisses while he tickles you gently until you stop crying and start to giggle.

That's how it's supposed to be...

But you- you have to ruin it all and hurt that one person who deserved nothing but all the good things in the world.

"Y'know, if this life troubles you...then we should just run away, Y/n." Makisig smiled as he held you.

This. why does this have to play on your dreams over and over again.

He held your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. "Let's run away from everything, y/n."

You nodded, and smiled. "Let's do that, Makisig."

Atleast you can do things right in your dreams. Atleast you wouldn't do the single thing you'll regret for your whole life in this dream.

You will not break his heart again-

Without second thoughts, Makisig grabbed your hand tight before making a run for it, storming past the whole production crew and outside the set.

Your eyes widen upon realizing what's happening.

"Thought my Y/n will reject me for the second time." Makisig softly chuckled, still running away while holding unto you.

"W- wait! I'm not dreaming?!"

"No, my love. Your manager called me in when you fell asleep crying."

Hearing him calling you 'my love' once again instantly tugged in your heart. No cameras, no audiences- just the two of you and he calls you his love. You breathe in as you tried to keep yourself from crying once more.

"And I'm not dreaming when you were holding me and kissing my tears away?" You softly said, your voice shaking and cracking from too much emotion.

"You're not." Makisig smiled as he stopped running before pulling you into an embrace, letting you bury your face into his chest.

Oh, how this feels like home.

"Y/n. Please run away with me?"

"I will, Makisig. I will."

#philmytcrea #planet puto #planetputo #rp tamawo #rp makisig #ianewrites #writers on tumblr

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elysianymph · 10 months

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going insane pls tell me anything about the unexplored sibling dynamics

i'm... literally so sorry anon. you probably didn't expect this monstrosity of text when you so innocently sent this ask but i wrote this late at night and i guess i had more feelings about these mfs than i thought i did... huh

the evans sisters?? stop and consider for a moment. they grew up in a lower middle class family, father was always out for work, mother stayed at home and took care of them and the house. lily and petunia were all for each other, sisters, best friends. and then lily's magic started showing. one year their mom's flowers hadn't bloomed like they usually do and their mom was understandably upset. petunia tried everything she knew about gardening in hopes of fixing the flowers and lily just willed them to open with the wave of a hand. she jumped up in excitement and ran to her mom to tell her what had just happened while petunia stared at the flowers in shock, trying to figure out what lily had just done so she could too. but it never worked for her like it did for lily.

their parents thought it was strange at first, a coincidence or dumb luck whenever lily pulled some trick, but petunia knew and she tried so hard to replicate it, to no avail. eventually the jealousy turned into resentment, curios questions turned into insults every time lily would do something. lily was so confused because she hadn't done anything? she tried to not do it anymore, even if she herself didn't know how she was doing it, but her magic only grew stronger and petunia's insults became more intense. when lily received her hogwarts letter, she was so excited to finally be surrounded by people like her. her parents congratulated her, her mother kissed her temple and her father promised they would take her shopping to get everything she needed. petunia only glared at her, muttering how she would finally be together with the freaks where she belonged.

petunia never sent any letters to lily while she was at hogwarts, at least not on her own accord. lily would send her birthday gifts every year, something she had made herself. a happy birthday card that was charmed to sing when it opened, a sparkling bouquet of flowers charmed to never close. every year without fail petunia would send the birthday gift back, either untouched or ripped to shreds. lily never gave up trying.

i genuinely believe lily's relationship with petunia fundamentally shaped her understanding of the world. the closest person to you, the one meant to protect you and love you, shunning you and leaving you to fend for yourself? it's no wonder lily clung to the first bit of kinship she sensed in severus and refused to let go of him even when everyone told her to. because he was always there for her and she wouldn't dare leave him behind (not like petunia had). also just a personal hc for lily, but i think she trouble making female friends specifically because of how her relationship with petunia had deteriorated. like in my head she had severus and no one else until like... fourth year maybe when she finally started coming out of her shell and became friends with mary and marlene

lily never stopped loving petunia, she knew harry would go to her and she still trusted petunia enough to protect her son. yet petunia did the exact opposite. i wanna put her under a microscope because how does it get that bad??? how do you let your childish jealousy take over your life to the point where you neglect and abuse an innocent child - your own nephew??? you don't stop being a sister just because the other half is dead, but i think petunia had stopped seeing herself as lily's sister long before lily died.

everyone talks about the black brothers but the black SISTERS??? arguably even more interesting bc you have more dynamics to explore bc they're all so different but in the end they're one in the same.

they were all raised to be obedient and quiet, their last name meaning nothing but an easy way to marry them off because continuing the bloodline was all they were good for. bellatrix was always loud, even as a child, because she was taught her family was superior and she couldn't understand why she wasn't treated the way she deserved to be. did her family name mean nothing just because she wasn't a male heir? did her extensive knowledge in magic mean nothing because the only way she could make her parents proud was by becoming a wife and a mother? why was she punished for the same behaviors her male counterparts were rewarded for? bella never thought to question blood purity as it was ingrained in her since birth, but the roles that she was forced to play didn't seem noble to her.

andromeda was quieter in comparison, but never far too behind bellatrix, always nodding along and eager to make her older sister proud. the seeds of doubt in her mind were planted later at hogwarts and she foolishly asks questions, only getting punished in response. when she's pushed away by her mother, she turns to the one person who would never hurt her for her curiosity but even her sister can give her no further answer than "father said so". frustrated and disappointed, andromeda closes in on herself and seeks her own answers, coming to conclusions that make the entire foundation of her family fall apart.

narcissa was the "perfect daughter", the one that would only speak when spoken to, the one that could walk into a room unnoticed and leave without anyone saying a single word to her. she was a slytherin, engaged to the malfoy heir at 16, she had practically completed all of her duties by then and proved to be useful. but she was also bella and andy's little sister, the one hiding behind them so no one could see her, the one tugging on their sleeves when she felt anxious, the one braiding flowers into their hair when she was bored, the one watching silently as both of her sisters drifted away and she was left alone.

andromeda leaving is such a heartbreaking moment to me because i think both bellatrix and narcissa knew it would happen, they had seen the signs but had never known the cause. i think bellatrix tried to to stop her from going through with it, tried to convince her to stay, to explain what was troubling her because bellatrix was her older sister, she could help, that was her job. and andromeda pushes her away because she knows bellatrix would never look at her again if she told her what was troubling her. when the truth is finally revealed, the only question bella can muster is: "do you trulu love him more than your own family?" and andromeda's silence is enough of an answer. she refuses to be like her mother, like bellatrix is soon to become, like narcissa will be forced to, a wife stuck in a loveless marriage with children she didn't want. ted loves her and she loves ted, that love means more than the conditional affections she was given in her family.

that action, the betrayal of choosing someone of dirty blood over her own sisters had surely left a mark on both bellatrix and narcissa. narcissa attempted to get closer to bellatrix again, tried to provide some comfort and familiarity but bellatrix was inconsolable. she fled england completely, choosing instead to focus on her magic as her mind slowly closed in on itself. and narcissa was left alone again, her only solace a marriage she forced herself to pretend would make her happy, would fill the void of what her sisters had destroyed.

and so many years later, you can tell the wound never closed. narcissa, who watched as everything unfolded without daring to interfere, looking the dark lord in the eyes and lying to protect her family because she understands andromeda now, nothing is worth losing the ones you love and the ones who love you. her son looks toward her for protection and she will provide it in any way she can, because her son's life means more than anything the dark lord could ever offer.

bellatrix, who has never dared to go against voldemort's orders, bending the rules and allowing narcissa to protect her son because somewhere in the back of her mind a voice whispered "what if she leaves like andromeda did? what if she chooses her new family over you too?" and narcissa did, she turned her back in the last battle and left without sparring a single glance.

i know people only made evan and pandora siblings out of convenience so they could give pandora a last name but YOU COWARDS! if you're gonna make them siblings then make them siblings!! i have an entire background on their family but that's too complicated to explain here but GIVE ME SOMETHING INTERESTING WITH THEM??? wartime rosier twins who never see each other but evan insists on writing letters bc he misses his sister so much?? pandora missing him too but she doesn't know what to do because the same hands that are writing these letters are holding innocent people at wand point and using unforgivable curses?? PANDORA'S REACTION TO EVAN'S DEATH??? helllooooo???

+ i know that the black brothers have been explored plenty but i still think their relationship has been softened?? ig. like we've stripped these characters down to their bare bones trying to make them good people when they don't need to be?? give me black brothers who love each other but hate each other all in the same breath. black brothers who strive to prove themselves better than the other. black brothers who see the other as a personification of their worst traits (sirius sees regulus as a coward (literally canon) and regulus sees sirius as a traitor). give me sibling resentment because i wholeheartedly believe they were pit against each other by walburga and orion.

sirius was smarter, better, more powerful, more charismatic than regulus. he was raised to he the perfect heir, the one to continue the bloodline of the most noble house, he was raised to think himself better than the rest. regulus was the spare, the 'worst case scenario' child, the one that struggled to live up to the fraction of his brother's natural talent and skill. give me sirius knowing he's better and throwing it in regulus' face. give me regulus manipulating sirius into leaving so he can be the true heir. give me regulus grieving for sirius only after he realizes what he has lost, but never reaching out, even when he finds the locket. regulus, who has spent his whole life trying to outshine sirius knowing it was a pointless battle, taking this one action into his own hands and doing the brave thing alone. give me sirius, almost two decades later, still bitter and disappointed as he passes by his dead brother's door refusing to even glance inside, because the resentment (and the grief of what could've been) never truly wears away.

anyone who read this far deserves a medal bc i would've taken one look at this post and said "i ain't reading all that" so thank you <3

#i was gonna include friendships i saw as having sibling-like dynamics #like marlen+james and dorcas+barty #but this post turned out so long that i just gave up on it #no one's reading it anyway let's be fr #this isn't even #nymph rambles #this is #nymph wrote a 30 page essay on something unimportant again #marauders era #black brothers #evans sisters #black sisters #rosier twins

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pomplalamoose · 5 months

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do you have any headcanons for luke with a reader who has some kind of trauma 🥺 no need to expand on what the trauma is (don't want to trigger you or anyone) but i deal with that and would love to know how luke would relate. totally okay to skip this if you don't want to talk about stuff like that :)

That's such a sweet ask, anon and I'm sorry you have to deal with this <3

(I hate to say so but unfortunately I'm relating a lot🤝🏻)

• Luke being Luke will always care about his friends' troubles and especially about yours

• when it comes to trauma though, he might need to go through some character development first to fully understand what's going on and where you're coming from

• like, I don't think pre ANH Luke, my sweet innocent sunshine boy, even knows what trauma is

• of course this doesn't mean he won't listen attentively

• he easily worries about you and even without being able to consciously reach out with the Force he can sense there's something you need/want to talk to him about

• he'd try to make whatever it is you're specifically fighting with easier for you, no questions asked

• it's just that I imagine him struggling to grasp the exact workings and effects trauma can have on a person

• at the beginning he might still think it to be something one can simply get rid of, and will ask if there is a cure

• this is going to be a little bit different with ANH Luke, as he truly has gone through a lot at the end of the movie

• he's not only able to sympathize but will also confide in you about how he is feeling in regard to what happened to him and the people he lost

• in case you're well educated about the topic of mental illness and trauma, I can see him asking you lots of questions about his own situation

• he's a naturally curious person and always eager to find out more

• unfortunately he'd be less focused on you and more on himself in this situation

• we can see something similar happening after the OT crew escapes the first Death Star and Leia, who would desperately need some comfort herself, consoles him because of Obi-Wan's death

• this doesn't mean Luke would overlook your experiences, he's just struggling a lot himself and too caught up in his own mind to properly be there for you

• actually he might be the one to lean on you in that aspect

• he would look up to you

• you seem so knowledgeable!

• you already have so much more experience than him!

• you know how all of this works, right? You can show him how to deal with this??

• ESB Luke is objectively the worst person to talk about your (but mostly his) trauma with

• he cares and wants to help just as much as the next guy but his own approach to it is definitely not healthy and you really don't want to get yourself dragged into that kind of mindset

• he is constantly in a rush and always busy

• he is frustrated

• he has no time for trauma

• what's that anyways? He eats that for breakfast

• he's not scared!

• (cue Yoda looking into the camera like he's on The Office)

• I think he suppresses a lot in order to somehow keep going for his his friends and the Alliance

• he's their last hope and it weighs down on him heavily

• I don't think he's in a head space where he would handle confronting heavy topics well

• especially because he'd be so worried he'd somehow end up faulting himself and would want to take on the sole responsibility for your psychological well being

• he has no trouble with his own burdens whatsoever so he can carry yours too, no problem!!!

• he means so well but would sadly end up ignoring his own boundaries and deliberately overwork his capabilities in the process

• ROTJ and post ROTJ Luke however?

• simply top tier perfection, 11/10

• would gladly recommend to anyone at any time

• spending lots of time with Yoda and self reflection paired with meditation made him come a long way

• he's now more balanced and able to see to his own needs better than ever

• he's very insightful and attentive and would probably recognize some of your behavioural patterns as trauma responses before you even have the notion to share your story with him

• depending on your relationship at this point he'll either say nothing but keep and eye out for you, or approach the topic in an empathetic way

• even he can't immediately know to what extent you're dealing with the effects of your past, so he'll be very careful about it

• he'll take a lot of time to intently listen to you

• if you are willing and/or able to talk about your drama in detail, he'll want to ask lots of questions

• mainly about if and how your day to day life is being affected and how he could help make it easier for you

• as opposed to his younger self he'll actually know what he's talking about and has lots of ideas and good approaches

• he'd totally offer to show you how to meditate, for example

• if you straight up tell him you don't want to talk about it/are not able to yet, he's more than sympathetic

• he too remembers what it felt like being unable to open up yet

• though he makes sure you know he's always there if you need something

• it's enough to let him know that there IS something you're struggling with to make him spring into action should you get triggered

• I think that's actually the most wonderful thing about him

• you don't need to explain

• anything

• he understands

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #star wars headcanons #luke headcanons #headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi

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sepulchritude · 2 months

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kink reader anon, sorry for the weird wording, I wasn't sure how to put it... I was initially looking for how to negotiate properly (like the m/s and mindfuck kinks) on that reading list you mentioned, so thank you for that! But since you mentioned it, are there books on why people have kinks? It is a topic that I find interesting, but I haven't actually seen any works on that, mainly blog posts or people telling me about it. But it's ok if you don't know any! I can try looking on my own 👍

Hm now that I think about it I don’t actually know of specific books about why people develop kinks 🤔

The nearest thing I can think of is on the Off the Cuffs podcast, they ask every guest at the start of the episode, “What was your radioactive spider bite that got you into kink?” A lot of guests have really interesting answers that range from “it’s just always resonated with me” to “a partner introduced me to it and I loved it” to “It Was This Exact Star Trek Episode When I Was Twelve”

Research into “why do people have kinks” quickly and frequently gets into bad territory for the same reasons that “why are people gay/trans” gets into bad territory. It inevitably leads into the follow up question, “and how can we make it not happen?” which ethically speaking is a no-go. Ultimately the “why” is probably best explained with the biopsychosocial model we use for most “whys” in studying human behavior: it’s a complex mix of biological, psychological, and social/environmental factors.

If you do find any books or research about it on your quest though, I would love to hear about them!

#i recommend off the cuffs but they do get into discussions of heavier kinks than i think the average person would enjoy #i tend to pick and choose which episodes i listen to #but one of the hosts is named Dick Wound and they’re a disabled nonbinary asexual kinkster which. obviously they’re extremely cool #if you’re looking into m/s and mindfuck stuff you would probably be interested in their podcast #sex ed #ask #anonymous #sepulchritudinous

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wreckingtickles · 3 months

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Ooooo I saw your post! I’m not that anon but I have an ask type thing 😂

How would you write/describe a tk scenario in which Bakugo is made to pay for every horrible thing he’s done to Midoriya as a way of atonement?

I’m not sure if this goes with how you wanted us to ask, but turn that into whatever you want! 😋

Oh wow, this could be the premise for a whole story... and it nearly was, as I definitely toyed with the idea of a story in which everyone Bakugo has ever wronged exacts a ticklish revenge upon him. For Midoriya, that would probably mean months of uninterrupted, unfettered access to Bakugo's ticklish form lol

I think there are three possible ways to develop such a story: a humorous "realistic" one, a darker "unrealistic" one, and an even darker "AU" one. (I'm 100% misusing the terms in brackets.)

"Realistic": ...there are actually two: one where Bakugo tries to make amends, and one where everyone else jumps at the chance to inflict penitence. Sorry, I keep being cryptic lol The first one is actually the most unrealistic of all: Bakugo volunteers to be put in a "tickle booth" to make amends for all his wrongdoing (maybe as part of a fundraiser? I have ideas about this but I'll save them for another time), as he doesn't even know how to apologize. In this case, Kirishima is 100% behind this suggestion, and probably goading Bakugo into it with a "If you aren't ticklish, you should be fine. You're not ticklish, are you?" However, Bakugo would never go for it as he cares too much about what other people think.

The second one has him being forced in the above position. This is either because he was assigned to work on a project on which Kirishima took point (again, possibly a fundraiser), to which everyone who has a bone to pick with him will flock, or because he wanted to apologize to Kirishima specifically, and Kirishima demanded that he submit to that kind of penitence... but after having his share of fun on his own, he secretly filmed a few seconds and sent the video to everyone else, showing what he was doing and why, and inviting a loooot of people to join in.

"Unrealistic": Bakugo gets hit by a Quirk that weaponizes his sense of guilt against him. And either the villain in question is wicked and/or kinky, or Bakugo's subconscious default to a ticklish payback as it combines humiliation + powerlessness + his body being used against him. Deku would be a great avatar for his guilt to manifest... or heck, it's one of the 100 Quirks Deku has inherited, so he's intentionally doing this XD Which leads us to...

"AU": Villain Deku exacts a deranged revenge. @wigglywormy has written stories about this, if anyone's interested. This villain Deku would be absolutely merciless and using everything he knows about Bakugo's ticklishness against him. It would definitely start as revenge, then rapidly morph into a fun de-stressor for the villain after a hard day of scheming and running from the long arm of the law. You know, when all resentment evaporates but you still have a chained-up hero to take the stress away.

So, as you can see there are a lot of possibilities XD This is already kind of long, so if anyone would like me to elaborate on any of these, absolutely do send me an ask about it! This was fun :-)

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle content #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!bakugou

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Yall are pissin me tf off

Sadly darlings I have to be the tough cookie of 2024 today...so brace yourself but do know if you have any issue with anything I say just know you may be part of the bunch that is proving my point in everything I'm about to say.

I would first like to say that everything I'm stating right now isn't directed towards anyone specifically and I'm only speaking generally but I am not about to sugarcoat when I say this post are about the anons...and unfourtanetly I have to give yall the donkey of the day. (AGAIN this isn't towards anyone specifically I'm speaking generally)

First and foremost anons, QUIT SENDING THE SAME GODDAMN QUESTIONS TO MULTIPLE LOA BLOGS!!!!KNOWING SOMEONE!! ALREADY!! ANSWERED!! YOUR!! FUCKIN!!! QUESTION!!!!!????

At first I really didn't understand what loa bloggers meant when they said that anons can sometimes be pretty annoying and honestly before really taking my loa blog seriously I never knew what they meant til now and honestly this THIS first reason is why I'm so upset with yall anons right now. While it isn't everyone it is very very VERY annoying when anons come on here and ask questions and while asking questions isn't an issue at all, IT DOES become an issue when you decide to take your ass to not just 1 not just 2 hell not even 3 but damn near EVERY! SINGLE! LOA! BLOG! YOU KNOW ASKING THEM THE SAME GODDAMN QUESTION YOU JUST ASKED THE LAST ONE and will still have the NERVE, THE FUCKIN AUDACITY, THE BRAIN CELLS to still sit up here and say "omg I don't know what to do" "I don't know how to manifest" oh and the crowd favorite "I've tried but nothing is working because..." 😑😑😑😑 loa bloggers could tell you the ABC 123 version of how to consciously apply the law and manifest your desires and you will STILL sit up there asking multiple blogs just to see if something will change in what we're saying. Honey let me tell you RIGHT NOW, everything loa blogs have said is literally the EXACT. SAME. THING the ONLY difference is how it's explained and the millions of different fonts it's written in 😑😑 and the worst part about it is that if a loa blogger decides that they don't want to tell you because they already know that YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DAMN ANSWER TO YOUR OWN QUESTION all of a sudden they're mean, they're rude, they aren't helpful, etc. Do yourself a favor AND GO TOUCH SOME GODDAMN GRASS!!

This leads me to my next point:

Loa blog or not WE! ARE! NOT! YOUR! THERAPIST!!!

I know I said I was speaking generally but this is specifically for the anons who come on here and decide to TRAUMA DUMP on loa blogs KNOWING they've already done it before. Now before yall come in my comments attacking me do understand, the problem isn't you venting and wanting someone to listen and hear your cry and you needing a slight shoulder to cry on before you can finally say enough is enough and pick yourself back up again. That isn't the problem. The problem comes in when someone who's an loa blogger who btw, unless it is said by the blogger personally that they are actually licensed for,ARE NOT THERAPIST!!! YOU ARE CONSTANTLY TRAUMA DUMPING ON THIS PERSON AND TO PUT THE CHERRY ON TOP YOURE NOT EVEN TRYING TO TAKE THE ADVICE THAT THIS PERSON HAS GIVEN YOU!! to make it even worse, it isn't just when you don't actually try the advice and listen to the help you've been given but you have the NERVE, THE AUDACITY to not only go to 1 not 2 hell not even 3 BUT MULTIPLE bloggers with this same story. Yall finna hate me for saying this but knowing that I too was once this way I don't give a fuck how yall feel about this because you NEED to hear it: STOP LOOKING FOR SOMEBODY TO FUCKING BABY YOU!! IF YOURE NOT GONNA ACTUALLY TAKE THE ADVICE GIVEN QUIT TRYING TO DRAG OTHERS IN YOUR DAMN SOB STORY!! YES YOU MAY BE A VICTIM TO YOUR HARDSHIPS BUT YOU ARE NOT! A! DAMN! VICTIM! WITH HOW YOU CHOOSE TO HANDLE IT AFTER RECIEVING HELP. STOP FUCKING CHASING ATTENTION!! STOP TRYING TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL SORRY FOR YOU!! AND GO ACTUALLY HELP YOURSELF!!

This leads me in with my final point and honestly I think this one has pissed me off more than anything in the world and actually ties in with what I said in my first point.

While I love and admire all anons because of course there was a point in time where your fav loa blogs you see now living there dream life amd have there success stories and what not were once like you where they too struggled and had there ups and downs with the law of assumption...these many different blogs took time out of there life to commit to helping you guys so just like them, you can live your dream life as well. They have created countless post and advice and tips and even the cutest fun ideas to make consciously applying the law daily a super fun and cute experience all the time no matter the situation....with this being said, if you as a anon are looking to find out how to manifest your dream life or whatever desire, and you fix you FUCKING FINGERS TO TYPE IN VERBATIM "I don't feel like going through all these post" and "omg that's too much work" and "I'm not reading all that" and "I don't feel like going through that masterlist" ....while literally not only the question you're asking has already been answered for you SO THE ANSWER TO YOUR QUESTION IS FUCKING AVAILABLE but I've seen time and time again of loa blogs showing anons where to find the info they are looking for, not only is it for FREE but it is also WRITTEN OUT AS SIMPKE AS POSSIBKE SO YOU CAN UNDERSTAND AND YOU FIX YOUR DAMN FINGERS AND SAY YOU DONT FEEL LIKE GOING THROIGH ALL THAT. Let me just be the tough loving logical one out the bunch and say to anyone who is in fact like this: YOU!! ARE!! FUCKING!! STUPID!! AND YOU DO NOT DESERVE THE HELP YOU ARE RECIEVING FROM THESE BLOGS ...at least not for free and honestly your wasting not only the bloggers time BUT YOURS AS WELL. If you seriously don't wanna take out a couple minutes to really get the gist of the law FOR YOUR DAMN SAKE BECAUSE YOURE THE ONE WHO IS "STRUGGLING TO MANIFEST" FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST LEAVE THE DAMN COMMUNITY. I'm not saying that you being here isn't your right but if you're here just to be here and to just follow a trend and complain to others while at the same time being LAZY ASF not even TRYING to truly better yourself and your life by USING THE KNOWLEDGE GIVEN..seriously you are quite literally worse than a lazy person YOU. ARE. AT. THE. BOTTOM OF BOTTOMS!!!! At least someone who is lazy can work themselves to be a bit productive by tweaking what they know to suit who they are as a person so it works for them...but if you're really about to come on this loa blogs pages ans don't do ahit but mindlessly scroll, criticize, shame them, judge them for THERE MANIFESTATION JOURNEYS, constantly asking questions you ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWERS TO AND WILL STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT APPLY IT!! With all due respect fuck you. Like deadass. Because you're not really hurting the bloggers you're hurting yourself and dont sit up there coming and crying in these loa bloggers asks talking about "my life is just so miserable" "nothing is working" "I'm so sick of everything I'm just gonna leave" ..knowing GODDAMN WELL YOU DIDNT EVEN TRY TO APPLY THE LAW EVER SINCE YOU STARTED AND JUST OVERCONSUMED EVERYDAY TIL YOU WERE TIRED AND READY TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN TOMORROW. Like real shit this is NOT FUCKIN FUNNY AT ALL, loa bloggers have a life and are human JUST. LIKE. YOU. We are NOT your parents, your babysitters or your heros. We are simoky people who found the law just like you, applied the information given and actually succeeded just as you could to if you STOP FUCKING PLAYING AROUND.

The most sickening part is that yall expect loa blogs to baby yall and be all soft with yall. Honestly this doesnt even just apply to situations with loa bloggers but also many other blogs specifically self help and beauty blogs and really any blog that gives advice on certain aspects of life you may or may not need help in, want to enhance or are interested in...literally bloggers being nice isn't the problem. The problem is when loa blogs like myself and others help you and you do absolutely NOTHING and eventually when we get to a point of no longer wanting to help you because we already know that you know exactly what you have to do...then you wanna have THE GODDAMN NERVE to disrespect them and calling them all kinds of things all because your little ass ego was hurt and you can't handle the truth. NOBODY IS ABOUT TO DO SHIT FOR YOU THIS IS WHY YOU WANT WHAT YOU WANT AND NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. SO QUIT BEING SO GODDAMN VICTIMISING AND ACTUALLY GIVE YOURSELF A FUCKING REALITY CHECK!!

Ima be 100, I genuinely could've said WAY more in this but ima just say this for now because it's plenty of yall anons who either needed to heat this or you've witness anons like this and this is also for any loa blogs or just helpful bloggers in general who take time out of there life to come on here and share you knowledge to the world in hopes that it may help others as well as enhance your growth in your own journey. Bloggers I completely understand that with what you do naturally we help but PLEASE for the love of God we are in 2024 ..I dont want to be a mean person but in all honesty, if you're running into anons like this that genuinely fit the description please just block them or something. You as a blogger are a person as well, yes you help others when they are in need of assistance and guidance but because you are a person who needs help sometimes too...please don't forget that YOUR PEACE, YOUR SANITY is just as important that person you're helping amd do not forget. And to the anons that hopefully don't fit into anything I've said above, thank you so much for supporting loa blogs as well as other helpful blogs such as mine and many others. Yall are the reason why we do this despite if the foundation of it is to improve ourselves, knowing that we inspire others is why we continue to do what we do and why spreading our knowledge of things we've learned is all the more valuable and for that, for THOSE anons, on behalf of loa blogs WE FUCKIN LUVS YOUUUUUU💗💗💗🎀🎀🎀

Xoxo, Ms. Allurèa

#msallurea #my blog #i guess i had time today #loa blog

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