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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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if any of this makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it, you’re comfort comes first

I’ve been seeing so many male character x bunny hybrid readers and don’t get me wrong, I love a good hybrid reader cuz they’re either really hot or really funny to think of.

Butt every time one is written, it’s always ‘Bunny reader is bottom and small, petite little man/woman that gets railed’

How about a dominant hybrid bunny reader?? Like imagine just fucking Price till his legs are shaky and he’s begging for you to slow down. The bunny traits giving you strong, well built thighs and legs which helps to fuck him so roughly.

Barely giving him a break between climaxes as his ass gets sore and numb from being fucked for so long. Using his pretty ass as you bend him over any surface, barely able to hold back.

Being able to go multiple rounds and recover quickly, so horny for that old man. Sometimes just straight up dry-humping him. Even in the kitchen on base, where anyone could walk in and see their beloved captain getting his ass humped by his horny boyfriend

I’m so normal about this <3

This is my first time attempting to write about hybrids/ shifters even though I love reading about them but anyway I present to you bunny shifter male reader and bear shifter price !

Thinking about Price being an unmated bear shifter and no matter what he does he can never find an appropriate partner for him.

Every partner he’s ever encountered had expected him to be the dominant one in bed and to be completely honest Price had been more interested in being dominated himself.

That’s why, despite his old age, Price had stayed unmated, had even accepted his fate to be unmated all the way to his grave.

However that mindset quickly changed when he set his eyes on you. Because of his big shifter form there were rarely times when he felt like he was in danger, but there was something different about you, something that evoked an instinct to flee, and in the same breath made him want to get closer to you.

Logically Price knew you wouldn’t actually hurt him, hell the two of you are so close people tend to ask if the two of you are mated.

But something about your watchful gaze lit a fire inside of him while simultaneously urging him to run away, something about your touch made him feel like he was stuck in your grasp while every cell in his body was pushing him to get impossibly closer and something about your words made his insides purr while also urging him to bury his teeth into your neck.

Despite the instincts you awoke inside him, he never tried to initiate anything. The two of you were colleagues and anything past that would be deemed as inappropriate.

However the line seemed to blur one night after a successful mission, when one too many drinks had entered Price’s system and instead of hanging out with 141 he had ended up standing in a corner with you, talking no -flirting.

Because it had started off as talking, brief comments made about the mission, a pat on the back for a job well done until your fingers seemed to clammer onto his shoulder and your tone turned much lower as the conversation switched to discussing the different shifters on the team.

Soap is suited as a wolf shifter, according to you, because he acts like an overgrown puppy.

Gaz is suited as a lion, for his dedication and loyalty to those close to him.

Ghost is suited well as a lynx for his elusive nature.

However when it came to discussing Price, you paused for a moment, before looking at him with a small smile.

“And you captain? What kind of shifter are you?” You ask because at the end of the day you don’t know what type of shifter he is and he doesn’t know what type of shifter you are either.

Price feels himself tense, before he clears his throat and awkwardly shuffles in place.

“Bear shifter” Price says while closely eyeing your reaction.

Many times when he’d revealed his true form, people’s view on him had changed, quickly regarding him as the more superior of the two and therefore ruining any potential of forming a relationship with him.

But you did none of that, instead you seemed more intrigued with this reveal.

“Bear shifter?” You say, the smile growing bigger on your face while eyeing the group of rowdy men standing a couple of feet away . “Suits you” is all you say before you turn your gaze back to the older man.

“Yeah? Why?” Price says, feeling heat creep up his neck, ears and cheeks, slightly fearing what you’ll say about him but also feeling intrigued.

“You are very gentle and tolerant with those you love”

His eyes widen in surprise, brows almost dipping past his hairline as a soft gasp escapes his lips.

“You don’t find me intimidating?” He says almost in a whisper.

“Do you want me to think that?” You say in a playful tone while raising a brow at the older man.

“No” he says, so quickly , a chuckle escapes your lips before you turn your gaze back to the rowdy group of men steadily drinking themselves half to death.

“So what are you then?” Price says after a moment of silence passes as he too now watches the group of men.

“Guess”

“Something of the feline sort?” He says, recalling then many times he’s seen your sharp smile.

“Nope” you say with a big smile on your face, showing off the very same sharp teeth that seem ingrained into his memory.

“A reptile?” He says, thinking of the vivid color that usually paints your irises.

“Mm not quite right” you say, now turning to him, chest flush against his as you crowd him up against the wall. “Let me give you a hint” you whisper in his ear and he feels goosebumps rise across his skin, gaze still trailed on the men in front of him who seem none than wiser to what’s happening “We’re said to have a high sex drive and many of us are much fast and way stronger compared to most feline shifters”

Recognition paints his face as a gasp slip past his lips. “A bunny shifter “

When he hears the sound of your chuckle he realizes just how ridiculous his reaction must’ve been and he feels the heat creeping back into his face as he apologizes profusely. “I apologize I-“

“It’s okay” you say, still chuckling “ You’re not the first one to react like this but you don’t think I’m weak because I’m a bunny shifter, do you captain?” You say amusement stripped from your tone and voice sounding much sharper.

“You want me to think so?” He says, voice breathy and strained repeating your words from earlier with a small smirk on his face

“No “ you say before you lightly nibble on his ear, hearing another gasp tumble past his lips

“You know what I want though?” You say, pushing away from him a bit to meet his gaze with your colorful irises and a sharp smile on your face.

Price swallows hard, feels himself shift in place, cock stirring in his pants as he eagerly awaits what you’re about to say.

“I want you to run.”

“What?” Price says, face pinched in confusion.

“I want you to run”

The confused look disappears from his face as Price realizes what you’re really saying.

You want to chase him.

You want to catch him

For the first time in his life someone wants to court him.

And it doesn’t take much before he’s slipping out your grip and running out the bar like his life depended on it, all while your laugh echoes behind him.

#thank u for ur patience angel mwah #alec answers #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #sub male character

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totaly-obsessed · 8 months

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Personal Hero

Katie McCabe x reader fic

-> The reader, Arsenal's Social Media person, is very tired and burnt out - Katie just wants to help her (she is just such a girlfriend...)

➳ Masterlist

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Most Gooners knew you.

To them, you were the reason that they got media content of their favorite players. The players however saw you as their friend, a steady companion who was there every day, working as hard as you possibly could.

The first season you were with the team the media content was upped by seventy percent, not only on Instagram but also YouTube. One day the players were mic’d up in training, the next day they were playing a fun little game, and sometime after that they were visiting cities, taking the fans along with them.

In the beginning, you always sat behind the camera, the fans only being able to hear your voice but your usual suspects Leah, Katie, Beth, and Lia soon convinced you to sit with them in videos.

So you did.

The social media platforms of the team skyrocketed and it was safe to say, that you earned your contact expansion once Jonas joined the team. The fans loved you and your close connection to the team, always finding it funny how you wound them up, not just quietly sitting there while they answered questions – everyone could see that you were having fun.

And while you were certainly close with everybody on the team, there was just something special about a particular Irish defender.

Katie McCabe...

Katie, who would bring you coffee knowing that you had edited a new video throughout the whole night.

Katie, who would always give you her jacket, even though you insisted you weren’t cold (she saw you shivering and she rarely got cold herself).

Katie who would always carry your heavy camera equipment for you, so that you could already take pictures of everything around you.

Katie who was so rough on the pitch but so soft with you.

And while both of you were oblivious to the change between you, the fans and Katie’s teammates certainly noticed. Soon there were edits all over TikTok and Instagram and the teasing in the dressing room got worse, although she would never tell you anything about it.

But one day the hidden glances and touches came to a harsh stop – in the best way possible.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

It was game day – the most stressful day for you in the week. The whole day would be vlogged by you while simultaneously taking good pictures and live updating Instagram and Twitter, which was just stressful in itself.

Instead of arriving in separate vehicles like most of the staff, you had your own seat on the team bus, Katie being your bus buddy.

Obviously.

You had handed the vlog-camera to Beth and Leah who occupied the seats behind the two of you.

“Hey guys!”

“Hey, guys? That’s a stupid beginning”

“Shut up Leah!”

It was already chaotic and as fun as it was, you were dreading editing the footage. Katie, sweet Katie saw you scrunching your nose and shutting your eyes, quickly handing you her water, wanting to prevent your surely coming headache – glaring at Beth who was laughing to loudly.

Once the two blondes behind you were finally finished explaining, that the team was on their way to Kingsmeadow stadium to play Chelsea, they handed you the camera back and busied themselves.

Upon arriving at the stadium, you quickly took the obligatory dressing room pics and videos of the hung-up jerseys and cubbies. Wanting to get a head start, you looked for your camera set up, so you could take pictures during the match, but the bag wasn’t there.

It was gone. The incredibly expensive club camera? Gone…

Lotte was the first to see you. “Katie? Why is your girlfriend running around like a headless chicken?” The defender didn’t even acknowledge the relationship title and turned around so fast, that she was close to getting whiplash.

Upon seeing you, she started jogging until standing in front of you. “What’s wrong baby?” Frantically you ran around her, looking at every bag that you could find.

“Baby?” It was like you weren’t even noticing the Irish woman who was trying to get a hold of you. Until she finally managed it – holding onto both of your elbows, so that you couldn’t escape her again. Her grip was secure, but not in a way that could hurt you.

“Breathe – please!” Your panting made it seem like you were on the verge of a panic attack.

“The camera…!” That was all she needed, realizing what had you panicking.

“Baby I already set your camera up.” Your face fell, not knowing what to do.

“No – It, it was right here!”, you pointed as well as you could, with both elbows in captivity. With a gentle smile on her face, Katie dragged you to the Arsenal bench “Look right here – your camera!”

And there it was – your camera, already set up, and the seat equipped with an arsenal training jacket, water bottles, and your work phone. “Oh, Katie!”

The brunette smiled, satisfied that she calmed you down. “That’s so nice of you!” Now you were close to tears – you really were a tired wreck.

“Let’s get you seated, yeah?” Warm hands pushed you down, pulling the jacket over your knees, as a makeshift blanket. The number 15 printed upon it, smiling at you, once again making the tears well up again. “You are so nice to me.”

“Nah, just taking care of my best girl.” The brunette was squatting in front of you, wiping the already-fallen tears away. Warm hands lingered on your very cold cheeks – desperate to calm you down.

And it worked! No more panicking. Everything was fine. Thanks to the one and only Katie McCabe.

“Thank you.” Slowly you leaned forward, resting your forehead on Katie’s, taking in the peaceful moment between the two of you.

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After the game, you were stressed – having to upload all the pictures to Instagram, keep Twitter up to date, edit the behind-the-scenes vlog, and still having to edit a video from yesterday’s training session.

You were swamped.

Usually, you would wait outside the dressing room, wait for Katie, and get on the bus together – but today was different.

The Irish woman had waited for you to come, but you never did. Katie only left when Steph texted her, that you were already on the bus, working on your Laptop.

With a pout on her lips, she sat next to you, trying to gain your attention. But nothing worked, you were too focused on your screen.

Sure the drive from Kingsmeadow to the Arsenal Complex wasn’t too long, but you wanted to get done what you could.

But after you stared out the window, your head wobbling dangerously, Katie had enough. She saved your document and closed the Laptop, packing everything away.

“Babydoll?” you didn’t even notice, too busy being spaced out. Gently hands pried at your jacket, or rather Katie’s jacket. Wide, bloodshot eyes stared back at the defender, who was startled. You hadn’t been this bad before the game.

“Okay, let’s get ya’ down, yeah?” She maneuvered you so that your head was cushioned by her lap and your legs could curl up tight to your body in your original seat. “Let’s rest for a bit.”

When you didn’t fight back, she knew you were really out of it.

“Can’t have my girl be this tired can I now?” In nice, slow motions the brunette started to massage your scalp.

“Katie?”

“Mhmm?”

“What are we?” With tired eyes, you looked up at your personal hero, who had a gentle smile on her face.

“Whatever you want us to be baby.”

You hesitated for a short moment, but with a newfound confidence, you finally asked her: “Do you wanna’ go on a date with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

#katie mc cabe x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #katie mccabe #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #katie mccabe x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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Sweet on you event, romantic chocolates for malleus, giving him mini chocolates shaped as the diasomnia groovy candies. “I love you malleus, I hope you know how precious you are to me and your family.”

💝Thank you 💝

You know what? That last line of dialogue in the ask sure is painful given what’s going on in the main story right now 😂

Sweet on You.

Malleus marveled at the assortment of chocolates offered to him. There were jagged thunderbolts and pointed swords, tricky bats and the heads of noble dragons, shapes all set in creamy brown confections. So very different from one another, yet joined in the same container.

“Family…” He mused, his voice low like the quiet, distant rumble of thunder. “Many of those in the Draconia lineage were lost long ago. Now all that remains are myself and my grandmother. She is the only family I have left—but as of late, I had begun to wonder if it is truly possible to forge a bond so strong as to defy that of blood.”

Malleus indicated a chocolate bat. “Lilia has been by my side since I have hatched fro my egg. My mentor and confidant.”

His finger trailed to a sword crossed with a lightning bolt, tapping each in turn. “Silver and Sebek, my loyal retainers.”

He slowly lifted his eyes from the sweets, lancing your heart. “Then… there is you. A rare being able to look beyond the boundaries of the powers and titles that be. At the very moment our paths first crossed, so, too, did our stories collide… and irrevocably change as a result.

“We are nothing alike, yet here we are, having been brought together by some unknown magic.” Malleus chuckled into the night. His soft laughter was simultaneously bitter and sweet, like a curl of dark chocolate melting between the lips.

“Solitude so often came to me that, before long, it became the natural order. The value of such intimate relations… I fear I cannot understand it as you humans do. However, I once heard from a wise man that lives such as yours are as delicate as the threads on a spinning wheel. It is in weaving together that they can become something stronger Only now do I see the truth to his words.

“Different as we may be, our bond is still as strong as that of any other—and it can become stronger still.” Malleus’s fingers slipped between yours, locking them together, palms pressed against one another. His gaze intensified, smoldering like embers fanning into a great flame.

“You are my most precious piece of the world. Accept my hand, child of man—for there is no other whom I wish to be bound to for eternity. My heart if yours, if you will have it.”

#Malleus Draconia #Malleus Draconia x Reader #twst x reader #twst #twisted wonderland interactions #twisted wonderland #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wonderland #sweet on you #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios

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twopoppies · 8 months

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hiiii gina! can you recommend some fics with handful-spoiled-moody-babygirl harry in them? :) thank you so much!

Oh, I’m really surprised I don’t have a rec for this topic yet and I’m surprised I don’t have a bigger list. But here is what I can suggest!

Allegro/Adagio by coffinofachimera (E, 9K) everything I’ve read from this author has been so beautifully written, and this is no exception. Yes, it’s filthy, but they give such depth to the characters’ reasons for the way they “play”. And this is one of the rare fics that really take us through the build up to the scene, straight through to aftercare. I really loved this one.

I Love My Hands Around Your Neck by @fournipplesau (E, 6K) Hello... this was really hot. I just loved the dynamic between the two of them—you really get a sense of the difference between them when they play and how they interact when they’re not. Also, just really hot. Did I say that already? Yeah.

babydoll blues by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain (E, 112K) At last, the full-fledged, dirty, sugar baby fic we needed. Harry's character is so layered and so beautifully drawn, I just fell in love with him. Louis is sexy and powerful and also tender and sweet, just how I imagine the actual Louis to be. This author wrote one of my favorite fics of 2021, so I was really excited to dive into this one. They really know how to set a scene and draw you in to their characters. Scorching smut scenes, excellent use of side characters, and some angst that fully made me cry. Definitely worth a read!

it's all for you, everything i do by moonshinelouis (E, 2K) This short little fic is made up of one of my favorite tropes: Louis feigning disinterest while Harry begs for his attention. I really enjoy the way this author is able make their fics feel more than “just” a PWP.

To Be The Friction In Your Jeans by orphan_account (E, 20K) Again, slightly dated characterizations because it was written in 2012 (no one writes OT4/5 orgies anymore, do they?), but I actually really like this one. It’s simultaneously funny, oddly believable, and really damn hot. Harry-centric.

pretty in pink by hereforlou (E, 6K) I love this author’s writing and they give suck a relative portrait of an established relationship in this one: Harry is whiny and needy. Louis is indulgent and loving. The whole thing is very sexy. Link is to a download.

redder than the devil by mercutionotromeo (E, 5K) This short fic has so many kinks and so much smut that I probably could add it to 10 different rec lists. I love this author and hope they keep gifting us with their writing.

Run and I’ll Give Chase by orphan_account (E, 25K) not exactly baby-girl, but I really liked the characterizations in this one; the way Harry wants Louis, but is afraid to want him and acts kind of bratty because if it, but then finally gives in? So good! Plus…there’s a second part Jump and I’ll Catch you (E, 13K) that I haven’t had a chance to read yet.

You might also like some fics on my Desperate Harry fic rec and, perhaps, my Feminization fic rec.

#bratty Harry #Larry fic rec #My fic rec

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mishwanders · 1 year

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I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN! Disabled Reader (cane user)

Warnings: Alcohol, soft smut oneshot with oral (reader receiving), spooning, and aftercare. Minors DNI.

Summary: An invitation to dance under the moonlight turns into something more.

Read On AO3 [ X ]

You sat there across from Wesker on the couch, feeling the alcohol warm your throat, loosening your tongue. It was late into the evening, yet you both were still wide awake, chattering away at whatever crossed your minds as you continued to drink the whiskey in your glass. Wesker sat back in his spot, arm resting lazily across the back of the couch as he sat there, listening to you, while taking a swig of his own drink.

“So you’ve never danced with anyone before?” Wesker asked

You shook your head, “No, being crippled kind of makes me the least likely choice when others have made their pick.” You confessed, “Besides, I prefer to be the one playing the music, I still get to participate and bring some happiness to those who can.”

“That’s a bit of a cop out.” He replied

You scoffed, “How so?”

“Because it doesn’t make you happy.”

“That’s not true - you’ve seen me play - so you know how much I enjoy it.” You shot back, triumphantly, before receding back into your seat. “It’s just, sometimes I wish that I could be someone's choice, you know?”

Wesker eyed you for a moment, pondering over his next move. He smiled as he stood up, holding his hand out to you in invitation. You looked up at him in surprise.

“May I have a dance then?” He asked

“We don’t even have any music.” You protested

“I beg to differ, you have a record player right there.” He replied, pointing at it on your tv stand. “Plus, once I move this coffee table, there’s plenty of space.”

You looked between him, the record player, and the coffee table and chuckled. “I’m not going to be able to convince you of this, am I?”

“Not even in the slightest.” He said, a smile appearing on his face once again. “So, what’s your answer?”

“Alright fine, but I get to choose the song!” You replied, placing your drink on the coffee table.

You took hold of his hand and he gently pulled you up while simultaneously picking up your cane from where it was resting on the edge of the couch, placing it under your hand before proceeding to push the coffee table out of the way. You walked around him and over to the otherside of the room, rummaging through the hefty collection of records until you found a particular one with the sleeve turned a shade of tan from its once paper white. The band on the cover were all dressed in suits, one holding an acoustic guitar with the words “The Ink Spots” over them. You pulled out the record and placed it on the player, placing the needle on the song you thought would be best for the occasion.

The tune of the guitar intro to “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire” began to play and Wesker chuckled, finding the song to be of choice. He walked closer to you, closing the gap, wrapping an arm around your waist and removing the cane from your hand, resting against the tv stand. He pulled you even closer to him, attempting to help you stay stabilized.

“Go ahead, step up.” He instructed

“Not afraid I won’t crush you?” You asked

“No, I’m stronger than you realize.” He said

“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You brought your hands up to his shoulders, holding on as he lifted you up slightly, until you were on the top of his feet. Wesker took your right hand in his and began to sway gently with you to the rhythm of the song. You held onto him tightly, getting used to the motion, trying to stay balanced against him. Wesker looked into your worried eyes, a reassuring look on his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.”

You felt the heat rise to your face at his words, as you continued to peer into his eyes. Care was not something that was always afforded to you, rarely considered a priority unless absolutely necessary. But Wesker made it a point to always look after you, with every movement, every placement of his hand on your body to ease some of the pain, doing what he could to dispel any of your worries.

You’d wondered how you’d gotten so lucky to have him in your life. Regardless, you knew one thing for sure - you didn’t want to let him go.

The two of you continued to sway to the music, growing closer and closer to each other in time, lips inches apart, gently drifting into the other until the lines were blurred. You put your hands around his neck, taking your chance to kiss him. Wesker hummed into it, pressing even closer into you, his desire pulling you in deeper.

The music stopped and you both pulled away, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding like a drum in your ear. Before he even had a chance to speak, you let go of his neck and reached out for your cane, stepping off of him. You let the other hand glide down his arm, taking his hand in yours.

Neither of you spoke, but it seemed as if Wesker had read your mind. He guided you out of the living room and into the bedroom, settling himself on the edge of the bed, moving your cane over to the side as you settled yourself in his lap, straddling over him, hands caressing his face as you peered into his eyes. He wrapped an arm around you again, his other hand placed along the edge of your hip.

“Let me know if something feels painful.” He said

“Alright.”

The two of you quickly fell back into it, lips crashing into the others, both tasting the faint hint of whiskey that was left behind on each other's tongues. Both of your hands began to wander each other, grasping and tugging the barrier of clothes away, no longer wanting to continue to stay hidden from the other.

Wesker pulled away from your lips, trailing kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the skin as he continued to make his way down your body, down your shoulders and to your chest. Your hands were entangled in his hair, pulling at the nape of his neck as soft moans escaped your lips. Wesker loved to hear it, knowing that it was all because of him. He encouraged it more with each whisper of praise against your skin, causing you to flush even more by the sound of his voice alone.

Wesker's hands began to roam you again, finding their place on your thighs, caressing them gently. For a man with so much power in his hands, he knew how to handle you with care, causing you to melt with ease into every touch, knowing that he wouldn’t harm you in that moment. Wesker looked up into your eyes and you could see the unspoken question swimming within them.

“I’ll be okay, you can lift me.” You stated

He smiled and pressed your chest against him, keeping a strong grip along your thighs as he picked you up and turned you around, crawling onto the bed and placing your back to the cool surface. You arched your chest back up into him in defiance of the cold, but Wesker took the opportunity to slide a pillow underneath your hips. You allowed your body to fall back down to the bed, holding him close to you for warmth. Wesker chuckled as he placed another kiss on your lips, before breaking away once again.

“Comfortable?” He asked

“Just as long as you stay close, the sheets are too cold.” You replied

“Don’t worry, they won’t stay that way for long.” He commented

You felt yourself flush again at his words, seeing a grin appear across his face, knowing he noticed it too.

“Don’t be shy with me now.” He said

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him closer.

“Just shut up and kiss me, please.” You begged

Wesker wasn’t one to refuse when you asked so nicely. He did as you asked, planting his lips on yours again before trailing down your body, causing your stifled groan to erupt into a soft laugh at the sensation of his soft lips grazing across the sensitive skin along your sides and stomach.

“Where are you going?” You asked

“I think you already know where.” He replied, settling himself towards the edge of the bed, right in between your thighs.

Wesker trailed kisses along the soft skin of your thighs, his eyes watching you as your breath began to deepen, feeling you relax into his hands as his lips finally met their destination. His hot breath danced across you as his lips connected with your sensitive skin, tongue twirling along the length of you, coercing all of his favorite sounds from you.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets as he continued to pleasure you, his name pouring past your lips in whispered moans, filling him with a sense of pride, knowing that he was the only one that could make you feel like this. Wesker continued to do what he knew best, drawing you closer and closer with each movement, each stroke of his tongue, of his lips. He listened to you, learned what you did and didn’t like, taking care to note how your moms ebbed and flowed like a river out of you with each and every change.

It was like music to his ears, a song he never wanted to end.

Your hands began to search for him, needing to touch him. You entangled your hands in his hair, grip growing tighter as you began to grind yourself into his mouth, feeling his moans vibrating against your skin.

Your breath grew quicker as you came closer to losing yourself, completely absorbed in chasing your own high, in complete disregard of every other sensation.

Something Wesker noticed.

He tapped your hip, causing you to let go of his hair. He released you from his mouth, moving over you to see the confused, pained look on your face. You had pushed yourself too hard.

“Dearheart, you know you were supposed to tell me.” He said

“I wasn’t thinking about it.” You replied, eyes slamming shut. “Shit!”

Wesker rolled over to your side, helping remove the pillow from below you. He then wrapped his arm around your waist and gently pulled you close to him, allowing your back to rest against his chest. You pulled the pillow back, this time placing it in between your legs, relieving some of the painful pressure. Wesker placed a kiss on your shoulder, gathering your attention once again.

“Do you want to continue?” He asked

“Yes.”

“Then I need you to communicate with me.” He said

“I will.” You replied, “I promise.”

He planted another kiss, this time on your neck.

“Good.”

Wesker reached behind him, over to the drawer. He fumbled around with it until he was able to get out the bottle of lube, proceeding to apply it liberally where needed before lining himself up to you and sliding in.

You held your breath as the sensation of him slowly easing in, feeling him stretch you out. Once he was as far as he could go, he placed his hand on your hip, waiting for the okay. You rested your head back against him and whispered -

“I’m alright. You can go ahead.”

His pace started out slow as he waded through the waters of your pain tolerance, watching what once was a grimace of suffering turned into the face of pleasure once again. That’s when he quickened his pace, snapping his hips into yours harder as his desire for you pulled at him, chasing his own pleasure with you.

“You feel so good dearheart.” He whispered, snaking his hand away from your hips and between your legs.

His praise almost sent you over the edge, his hand helping you closer to you. You placed your own over his, guiding him to stroke you just the way you liked.

“I’m okay, just please don’t stop.” You begged, “I’m so close.”

You felt your heart pounding harder in your chest and your breath grew quicker, drawing out with each movement of his hand, his hips, every moan and word of praise that escaped past his lips, entangling with your own. It didn’t take much longer before you felt yourself unravel under his careful touch, meddling and blurring every line of your body with his. Weskers followed quickly in line with you, unable to contain himself for much longer.

The two of you laid there together for a moment, recollecting yourself as you came back down from it all. You turned your head, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” You said

“It’s okay, that’s why I look after you too.” He replied, “why don’t we get cleaned up?”

You nodded and he got up off of the bed, placing his arms under your back and legs, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck before he proceeded to pick you up and carry you away into the bathroom.

Once inside, he settled you down on the edge of the tub, proceeding to get the shower ready. When the water was warm enough, he helped you in, allowing you to sit on your shower stool in front of him, proceeding to help the other clean up between lingering kisses. When you were both finished with the shower and dried off, Wesker picked you back up again, carrying you back to bed with him.

Wesker pulled you into his arms, holding you close against his chest as you snuggled up close to him, enveloped in his warmth, melting into him as sleep began to overtake you.

“Goodnight, Wesker.” You whispered

Wesker leaned down, pressing a kiss on top of your head, a gentle smile on his face.

“Goodnight, dearheart.”

Author’s Notes: The original version of this super self indulgent fic came from a Leon x oc fic I wrote forever ago. Since I’ve deleted that one, I wanted to remake and improve a specific chapter from it, because I personally loved it, just not with those characters any more. I’ve written some disabled smut in the past with Chris, Leon, Jill, Carlos, and even Heisenberg, so I’ve rewritten this with one of my other favorites - Wesker. I hope y’all enjoyed it!

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minteyeddevil · 1 year

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“Competition”

Lucifer x Reader x Satan, Smut. Not demoncest!

(Just a little piece I decided would be fun to do between these two that always fight with each other, lol.)

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Far more so than you think.”

You weren’t entirely sure how you became subject to this sibling rivalry, both of these arrogant and stubborn demons fighting for a position between your legs; but you certainly weren’t complaining.

***

What seemed to actually lead to this, arguing could be heard coming from Lucifer’s usual private study hidden in the shelves of the library, and it pulled you from your own studying to check and see what was happening. His younger, angrier brother was before him, gesturing animatedly about something you couldn’t quite understand from your position outside the entrance.

You stepped closer, entering the study fully, but the moment both sets of eyes caught you officially in the room, you felt yourself freeze at the tension suddenly thrown at you.

An almost sinister smirk spread across Satan’s face as Lucifer seemed to grimace as the thought occurred to both of them simultaneously.

“Why not just let her decide, hm?”

The eldest set a firm glare on the younger once he voiced the thought; but his eyes softened when he looked at you.

“I am not fond of sharing...but fine.”

Before you knew it, both demons dragged you back to your bedroom, fighting amongst themselves to remove every article of your uniform from you, leaving you gasping and bewildered; and, dare you say, incredibly aroused.

***

A flat, hot tongue lapping against your entrance brought you back to your currently reality, and a throaty groan left you.

“You have to make sure you are paying attention, kitten,” Satan reminded, lapping at you once more. “How will we know who is better if you aren’t giving us proper feedback, hm?”

A deep blush graced your cheeks as he smirked up at you once more; but the eldest pushed his head firmly out of the way, almost knocking him off the bed completely.

“You must not be doing well enough to keep their attention,” he remarked on a chuckle, pressing his lips to your sex and mouthing you for all he was worth.

Your thighs twitched and head rolled back into the pillow, as he continued to lap and suck at you deeply. Satan frowned at the fact that his brother stole you away, but made to move up next to you, lifting you so he could settle your back against his chest. Your head came to rest on his shoulder, as his hands cupped and pawed at your chest, pinching and twisting your hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

One of your hands came up to grip at his forearm, while the other laced into Lucifer’s onyx hair, making a mess of it as you grabbed a handful and gave it a good tug. He groaned into your entrance, making a whine leave you as you rolled your hips against his tongue.

“Is that all your going to be doing for them?” Satan challenged, his grip becoming possessive around your waist, “or should I go ahead and take over?”

“Shut your mouth, now,” the prideful demon responded, keeping his face still pressed to your entrance. “I’ll do more when I feel they are good and ready.”

You whined. “B-but…I am good and ready…”

Satan chuckled, his smirk widening into a full on teasing grin. “Believe they have spoken, Lucifer.”

The glare shared between the demons carried a dangerous air; but you tugged on Lucifer’s arm to bring his attention back to you. His features seemed to soften when he looked at you once more and he nodded, moving to have your thighs resting against his own, his cock nestled against your sex. You took in his mussed, dark hair, the gleam of saliva on his chin, the swollen, purple head of his cock, and giggled to yourself that you rarely were able to see him so debauched before you.

From behind you, though, you could hear an annoyed huff. “I really don’t find it that fair that he gets to have you first, MC.”

“I am the oldest. Plus,” he added while giving you a knowing and cocky grin, “they usually come to me first when needy.”

Satan fumed and his gripped tightened on you for a moment, before he simply rolled his eyes and huffed once more, turning his attention to nipping at your ear and nuzzling your neck. “Hope you enjoy this little-” another glare set on his brother with the emphasis, “teaser, because the main event will be right after.”

Soft sighs left you as he nipped your neck, sucking the skin right above your pulse, making you rut against his brother’s cock. Lucifer hissed, as he gripped his shaft and positioned his tip against your needy entrance.

“MC. Please. Look at me. I want to watch your face as I enter you.”

His words were blunt and forward as usual, but you still desire to hide your face in Satan’s grip; though he denied you, his hand coming forward to cup your chip and have your face forward, eyes locked with his crimson ones. He pushed in slowly, your mouth slightly opening at the pressure and his thumb slipped into your mouth, having you suck on the digit. He let out a shaky breath once he was to the hilt, and your head pressed back into Satan’s chest. His free hands roamed over your chest, as Lucifer began a slow pace inside you.

His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you towards him with each thrust, and you gripped onto Satan’s arm as if to keep you grounded. Your eyes fluttered closed, as you could feel your walls clenching onto his cock, The Avatar of Wrath’s own digging into your back as you moved against him as well.

“I suppose you must be doing something right for them, Lucifer,” he teased, reaching one hand down to tease your sex while the other continued to twist and pull at your nipples.

“Keep your mouth shut, Satan,” the Avatar of Pride quipped back, focusing on you. He wanted to pull you into his arms, keep you to himself in that moment, despite seeing you cling to his brother’s arm as you were.

Satan could definitely say he felt the same, wishing he could be in his brother’s place in that moment; though he knew he was going to be soon enough.

You startled him, though, when you twisted a bit in his arms, moving down his body and bringing you closer to Lucifer’s. The new position allowed him a different angle, hitting you much deeper, and making your vision white around the edges. Your hands finally found what you sought out, gripping hold of Satan’s cock and eliciting a swearing hiss from him.

You gave him a few lazy strokes, before looking up at him and taking his tip into your mouth. His breath caught in his throat, and for the first time ever, you saw him be at a loss for words. You bobbed your head along his shaft, moans escaping you as Lucifer’s pace sped up. His fingers were now a bruising grip on your thighs, as you could feel his cock swelling inside your fluttering walls. Satan’s cock twitched in your mouth, his fingers lacing into your hair as he tried to keep still to let you move on your own.

But you pulled off of his cock suddenly, pressing your face to his stomach as you cried out, feeling your orgasm rip through you as Lucifer gave a few hard thrusts further, pulling out to release his cum along your stomach. He wasted no time in pulling his shirt from the floor, and used it to clean up your skin, apologizing, despite his smirk, for making such a mess on you.

You smiled and let out a small giggle, a slight roll of your eyes included as you pulled him down for a deep kiss.

Though you were quickly pulled away from him by a pair of frustrated arms wrapping around your middle tightly. “I’m here too, MC. Don’t you dare forget about me. I need your attention just as much, if not more than him.”

Your legs were pulled out from under you as your chest was pressed to the bed sheet. Satan leaned over your form, planting soft kisses to your cheek and shoulder. His fingers prodded your abused entrance, making you cry out softly at the over stimulation.

“Not even going to give her a moment of reprieve? Bastard,” Lucifer mumbled with an eye roll; but Satan simply smirked in response, leaning down to place his lips by your ear.

“I am fairly certain you can take me just fine in your current state. You’ve let me use you more than this before,” he breathed, and you took in a sharp breath, nodding before your brain could even register anything.

His fingers dug into your hips, as he lined his tip up with your entrance, pressing in as slowly as he possibly could. He wanted so badly to pound away at you, make you forget his brother and be lost in him; but he also didn’t want to hurt or break you in the process. He may be wrath incarnate, but he cared deeply about you.

You moaned and wiggled your hips a bit, adjusting to his girth. He wasn’t as thick as his brother, though from the feel at the moment, a bit longer and deeper in. They may be brother, cut from the same cloth as it were, but they were so different in many ways.

You could hear him huffing behind you, his cock twitching inside your walls.

“Tell me when, kitten.”

You could feel a hand soothing your hair, and your eyes opened slightly, to see Lucifer on his elbows next to you, his fingers running through. He had a look of concern on his face, but you smiled softly at him, gripping his hand as you gave Satan a nod.

His hips jerked against yours, pulling out almost all the way only to slam right back in. Your eyes shut at the feeling, a cry leaving your throat. His pace picked up quickly, as if he was seeming impatient, but his thrusts were angled just right, making sure you were feeling as good as he was. He kept his pace for a good bit, feeling your walls fluttering around his cock; but he could feel your legs shaking, clearly aching from the previous acts.

He wrapped his arms around your middle and lifted you, sitting back against the headboard, with you still nestled in his lap, his cock buried inside you. He held you still against him, using his hips to buck into you, as his face buried in your neck.

“I have you, MC. Let me do all the work now.”

You felt your body go slightly limp against him, throaty whines escaping you as you felt him pounding into you. Your walls began to clench again, feeling the growing warmth in your lower belly. His hands clawed at your chest needily, playing with your hardened and sensitive nipples, while a third hand came forward to touch and stroke at your sex.

That was enough to push you over the edge, and you cried a mix of their names, whiny noises filling their ears as you came down from your high. Satan pulled out of you and came on his discarded sweater, making his brother grimace but roll his eyes. He glared at him, knowing the judgement behind that motion, but chose to ignore while he pulled your limp frame into his side.

Your limp body was used as a barrier between both men, each of them fighting over who could wrap their arms around you the most. You hummed at the warmth, nuzzling into Satan’s neck, but pulled Lucifer’s arms around you so his cheek could rest on your shoulder.

“Now, after enduring how little competition, who would you say is better, MC?”

Lucifer scoffed suddenly. “You really wish to ask them that, now?”

They proceeded to argue back and forth til you shushed them both, giving each of them a kiss before snuggling back into your spot.

“I like you both. Now shut up and let me get some sleep.”

#obey me shall we date nsft #obey me nsft #lucifer #satan #lucifer x reader #satan x reader #lucifer x reader x satan #fanfic #fanfiction

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thebroccolination · 1 year

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Back in January of 2021, I made a thread on Twitter praising SOTUS S, so I'm gonna post it here for safekeeping (with some inclusions and edits – there's no character limit here yay) because it's still one of my favorite threads.

SOTUS S - One of My Favorite Series in Terms of Writing and Why I Love It as Much as I Do

One of my favorite aspects of SOTUS S is also something I see it widely critiqued for, so lemme heap some well-deserved praise on my beloved series.

I think Arthit's awkward, uncomfortable, and almost cold behavior is realistic, because That's the Point.

Allow me to explain.

Okay, so here's the timeline as I understand it:

• SOTUS takes place during Kongphob's first year and Arthit's third • The special scenes at the end of SOTUS S episodes are during Kongphob's first/second year and Arthit's third/fourth year • The main storyline of SOTUS S is set during Kongphob's third year as head hazer and Arthit's post-graduation entry into the working world

The reason I start by outlining that is to highlight a brilliant thing SOTUS S does with two timelines compared to SOTUS, which only has one:

SOTUS S shows us two very different stages of their relationship.

When they were in university together and part of the same world:

and

2. After they've been separated into different worlds:

That difference fuels and contextualizes the central conflict of SOTUS S: Arthit closeting himself and his relationship from his coworkers.

So why does he do that?

Well, Arthit is two years older than Kongphob, and when they start dating, he already has an established level of status at their university. He has a close circle of friends who stand up for him and sacrifice for him, he has the respect of his juniors and seniors, and he also maintains a high academic standing. It tracks that Arthit at this stage of his life is at his most open and confident with his relationship with Kongphob. Everyone knows, and he's fine.

At the end of SOTUS, he happily tells everyone that they're dating. This is immediately after they've publicly exchanged a matching set of bracelets that Arthit bought to replace the SOTUS string.

When Kongphob's car breaks down, Arthit shuttles Kongphob to his next class on the back of his bike. Kongphob asks if he can hold onto him, Arthit says no, and then he only smirks and shakes his head when Kongphob cheekily holds onto him anyway. (It's what they're into, don't kinkshame them.)

While talking about an upcoming meteor shower, Arthit's immediate reaction to Kongphob telling him they won't be able to see it in Bangkok is to earnestly suggest they take a trip to see one together.

And when Kongphob is absolutely delighted, this delights Arthit.

When Kongphob keeps up his "but I wanna see the meteor shower" bit, Arthit offers to take him to the planetarium.

At which point, Kongphob just goes in for the move he intended from the start:

This is why Arthit's reluctant to ever give in: there's no game of chicken Kongphob would ever lose at.

Then Arthit actually gets his own extremely rare Uno Reverse moment:

I fuckin' love this scene. Look at Kongphob's face. This is, like, the thousandth time he's envisioning their engagement, wedding, and honeymoon simultaneously.

(Did I have to go through that whole scene to prove any kind of point? NOPE. I just really like it. They're idiots. <3)

In another scene that I interpret as shortly following SOTUS and the start of their relationship, Kongphob hurts his foot and Arthit offers to carry him on his back. The way Kongphob looks up at him is like a knife in my heart; and then when Arthit actually follows through and carries him, he's so happy.

He also surprises Kongphob with a gift on Valentine's Day in the middle of campus in broad daylight. He finished his work early purely to see Kongphob. I think he's genuinely one of the most devoted boyfriends we see in all of Thai BL.

While they're at university together, Arthit's never closed off about their relationship. Everyone knows they're dating, and Arthit does not mind. (I mean, he was the first to approach Kongphob when Kongphob was visiting their university, after all. He also initiated their first kiss. Grabbed him by the tie, even.)

The thing is, Arthit is also shy. He's pretty well-established as an introvert who intellectually understands the SOTUS system, but he isn't naturally good with people, and it leads to all the issues with the system that we see in SOTUS. In his defense, though, we do find out that it was even worse when he was a first-year, and he is actively trying to do a better job. He's just, y'know, obsessed with 0062 and probably doesn't know anyone else's name. (I kid, but…do I though. Do you, Arthit. Speak up.)

In the main storyline of SOTUS S, though, Arthit is closed off. He does mind. He's afraid. So much more than he ever was before. And why?

Because he's left the world where he was known and respected and loved. That's the world Kongphob still lives in. When Arthit comes back to campus for the string-tying ceremony to support Kongphob, he's in Kongphob's safe space, not his. It isn't where Arthit belongs anymore, and it's clear from his body language that he knows it.

His new world, his new community, is at work. In sales. As an introvert. It's a department where he doesn't feel comfortable, one he actively wants to transfer out of. In this series, he's not an introvert in a position of power like he was in SOTUS; instead, he's an introvert on the bottom rung of a company. He came from a world where cogs are treasures that represent the heart to a world where cogs are cheap and replaceable because they're a dime a dozen.

This is why SOTUS S is mostly from Arthit's perspective: in SOTUS, Kongphob was the one in a new world figuring out his place there. By taking away Arthit's comfort zone, he's the one who has to confront his flaws and improve.

One of my favorite scenes is in episode one. Arthit is out to dinner with his new coworkers, and he's only given ONE opportunity to talk about his boyfriend naturally. His coworker asks indirectly if he has a significant other, and he's nervous but ready to say yes—and then just as he starts to speak, he's cut off, and the courage visibly drains out of him.

That's it. He's pressured himself back into the closet.

No one at that table said anything negative about queer people. No one gave him even a hint that they would be prejudiced against him, but he's in a new place and he's already so shy he's made faster friends with Bonus, the office fish. That's the flaw he has to overcome: he overthinks, and then he spirals. (He does it in Our Skyy too, which I love because fears often manifest in different ways, and it can take years to fully overcome them. Arthit does grow and change over time, but he's still inherently shy and anxious, and he's never framed by the narrative as in the wrong for that. He's only ever framed to be wrong for the harmful decisions he makes as a result of his fear.)

We saw him spiral in SOTUS when he admitted to Knot his fears about a potential future relationship with Kongphob. Kongphob absently mentioned his niece to Arthit one time and Arthit sent himself into a tailspin thinking he'd never be enough for Kongphob because they'd never be able to have biological kids so obviously Kongphob would resent him for it so why even start anything when their relationship would inevitably end in a fiery plane crash at the base of a smallish mountain in the Himalayas.

You can almost hear Arthit's mind working during that restaurant scene: he's new in a department he doesn't feel suited to, he's on the bottom rung, he doesn't understand certain office protocols that have already gotten him yelled at by a very senior supervisor, and his senior John is actively taking advantage of his kindness and politeness using the excuse of sharing the same alma mater (the memories of which Arthit loves and cherishes, and where he met the person he loves most). Now, because he didn't speak up when it was natural to, he feels he has to hide his relationship, too. And why not? What if they are bigoted? What if they do think less of him? What if he never gets a place in the production department? What if what if what if.

And that's on top of what Kongphob says to M at the start of the series: that they hardly see each other because of Arthit's job and Kongphob's hazing activities. We see in a shot that's framed through Kongphob's perspective that Arthit seems tired and disheartened even when he's with his friends after work. This is why I love the writing in SOTUS S: it's a Big Fish in a Small Pond Becomes Small Fish in a Big Ocean story. (His company is even called Ocean Electric, which is probably a coincidence but still amuses me. And again, he makes friends with a small fish in a bowl.)

It's also at its core a story about how an openly queer character loses their confidence when they enter the working world. And boy do I have experience with that, so this series hits a very deep chord for me.

Okay, back to SOTUS S. To Kongphob, specifically.

We're shown that Kongphob doesn't realize how much things between them are changing. He still lives in the safety of their university where he's head hazer, where Arthit was his boyfriend and a senior he and everyone else admired. Through no fault of his own, Kongphob probably can't conceive of Arthit feeling afraid the way he is.

When he shows up at Arthit's office, this is probably no different in his mind to meeting Arthit somewhere on campus after class. And thanks to the post-episode scenes of their past, we see how close they were before Arthit graduated, how much time they spent together. For Arthit to panic and tell him with annoyance, "You should have told me before you came here," it's no wonder Kongphob is taken aback and obviously hurt.

But because Arthit is still near the start of his character arc, Arthit won't tell him what he's feeling. I'd venture a guess that it's mostly pride. He's two years older than Kongphob, and while Arthit repeatedly makes the choice to use polite Thai pronouns with Kongphob that equalize them more and put them on more even ground with each other, he still feels responsible for him and their relationship. (It isn't made clear in the series, but the SOTUS S novel explains that the biggest part of why he's dismayed when he sees the portrait of Kongphob's family is that, again, he spirals and panics about their relationship potentially hurting Kongphob, who in Arthit's eyes now has much more to lose through bigotry than he does.)

Instead of confiding in Kongphob, Arthit asks for advance warning in the future. Not because he's afraid of being outed—his actual fear—but for practical reasons that don't sound unreasonable (he might be out or meeting with a client), so Kongphob accepts his explanation and doesn't question him.

The scene after this is crucial, because it shows that while Arthit's taken a hit in how he acts publicly, he's still devoted and affectionate privately. They have dinner together, Arthit gives Kongphob head hazer advice, accepts Kongphob's invitation to attend a hazer event and visibly just enjoys goofing off with him. Arthit adores Kongphob, and he shows him in his own way where he's comfortable.

And of course, Kongphob isn't perfect, either. He has his own communication issues, he oversteps Arthit's boundaries just like he did in SOTUS, and he considers everything thoroughly before he ever brings it up to Arthit. He's gone from an upstart first-year who questioned everything Arthit did, to the one who's holding their relationship together by taking on every obstacle for both of them, which ends in his emotional collapse later. He even refuses to cry in front of Arthit (in ALL THREE iterations of SOTUS).

That's what makes their relationship feel so authentic to me. They're both at fault by not talking about what's going wrong, and it's relatable and painful because we're shown that they're just trying to protect themselves and each other. In every iteration of SOTUS, Arthit's biggest fear is that their relationship will negatively affect Kongphob, and Kongphob's is…losing Arthit.

The problem has never been that Kongphob and Arthit don't love each other enough.

The problem is that both of them keep trying to take the lead from each other until their biggest fears bring out their worst flaws: Kongphob pushes, and Arthit runs.

It's why their resolution at the office party is so perfect, even if it had to give lethal doses of secondhand embarrassment to some members the audience. (Good job, Arthit, no one'll even remember the beach photo now.) This scene addresses both of their fears simultaneously, because they're intertwined: Arthit chooses to prioritize his relationship above all else, and by doing so, he proves to Kongphob that he won't lose him. He doesn't just apologize and say he'll do better: he takes a bat to the emergency glass and says, "There. Now we're public again."

And luckily Kongphob's, y'know. Very into that.

Arthit reclaims that confidence he had back in university in a scene that parallels the rooftop party in SOTUS, but now it's not just in front of their peers: it's before the world.

#kiranokira meta #sotus meta #sotus the series #kongart #kongarthit #krist perawat #singto prachaya #i always wanted to add more to the thread but twitter doesn't work like that #ahhhh i could talk about kongart all day i love them so much #sotus sotus sotus [cheerful chanting]

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noirsfantasy · 4 months

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On the eleventh day of Christmas…

𝔏𝔩𝔬𝔶𝔡’𝔰 𝔑𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔶 𝔊𝔦𝔯𝔩

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ boyfriend!Lloyd Hansen x Black!Fem Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Smut (minors dni!!!)

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ The Gray Man

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𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ Lloyd's been working a lot lately and rarely coming home. It's been a pretty lonely December, so you take matters into your own hands. You'll get his attention one way or another...

a/n - you ever been fucked till you dumb? Well this is the best way I can describe that. I hope y’all enjoy!

The December nights are cold, but Lloyd's absence makes them a lot colder. His work consumes him entirely, leaving me alone in our home, yearning for that man's deadly touch that seems worlds away. The city lights are my only comfort, but tonight, I plan to change that.

The hum of surveillance screens and tapping of keyboards fills the dark room as Lloyd sits back, holding a photo of his target and waiting to hear some good news. He swirls half a glass of whiskey in his hand as he lets out a harsh breath of impatience in response to the employees' failure to useful present information. His brow furrows as he rubs his temples.

"Come on, guys, give me something. Anything!" He shouts loudly in an irritated tone. It'd been a while since he had a target this difficult to find. The employees flinch at the hostility in his voice and glance at each other. A young man, one of the employees, hesitantly raises his head from his screen to make eye contact with Lloyd, as he attempts to speak up. The man's words come out shaky and hesitant as he speaks in a trembling voice, clearly afraid of Lloyd's reaction to whatever he has to say.

"W- Well, Sir," He stutters nervously before speaking in a soft tone with an uncertain look in his eyes, "...We...we're trying... b-but we haven't been able to... track him down. It's almost impossible t- to find a lead on him..."

"Almost impossible," Lloyd echoes menacingly as he stands up, chuckling to himself and setting his glass down. His expression becomes even more cold and heartless as his intimidating glare turns towards the young worker. "I don't give a donkey's dick how hard it is to find him! I don't pay you shitheads for your excuses. Now, do your goddamn jobs and we can all go home, sound good?" He says in a condescending tone.

The young man lowers his head out of fear, remaining silent along with everyone else in the room No one dares to speak another word, not wanting to anger their boss any further. The only sound to be heard is the harsh breathing of Lloyd as he slumps back down in his seat, his icy blue eyes glaring at the large screen, searching for any ideas on where to find this guy. He takes another sip from his glass. It seems like this is going to be a long night.

Meanwhile, at home, I find myself dressed in my best lingerie, moving through the place while drinking a glass of red wine. I check myself out in the mirror in the hallway, smiling contently as I tease my hair a bit. The lights are dimmed and I make my way to the living room, where I have my laptop set up.

Sitting on the couch, I set my glass down and start tapping away on my computer. A mischievous smirk plays on my face as I access the screens at Lloyd's location, causing them to go dark for a moment.

At the center of the room, seated at his desk, Lloyd notices the sudden flickering of the screens in front of him before they all simultaneously go dark.

"What the hell happened?!" He asks in irritation. He glances around searching for a source of the interference, unable to determine what the issue was.

"You!" He points to one of his employees, who looks nervously back at him. "Get these shits back on now!" He demands as he stands up abruptly, his chair falling back from the force.

"I- I- I'm trying, Sir. It seems like something is interfering with the connection-" He's unable to finish his sentence as he's grabbed by the collar and Lloyd glares angrily into his eyes. He throws out threats of what will happen if the screens aren't up and running in the next ten seconds, not quite realizing that his screens are being accessed remotely by a rather clever woman who seems to have a plan brewing in her mind.

The terrified man struggles to speak while trying to free himself from Lloyd's iron grip. Lloyd lets out a harsh growl as he watches his workers try to fix the problem quickly. The atmosphere is thick, most of them too scared to concentrate properly under the pressure.

In an instant, the screens come back on. However, instead of footage of the target, it seems they are broadcasting live surveillance of Lloyd's home. Confused, he lets go of his employee, staring at the screen. His eyes widen when he sees me, wrapped in a black silk robe, sprawled out on the bed as I sip some wine.

"What the hell?" Lloyd is taken by surprise as he's unable to take his eyes off the screen, completely perplexed by the unexpected scene. He raises an eyebrow as he watches me lounging on the bed, my seductive red lips slowly sipping from my glass as I look directly into the camera. He knows this is my doing. Suddenly, his anger and frustration from the previous moments dissipate.

His employees look around at each other in confusion, unsure of what was going on.

"Goddamn it," Lloyd whispers to himself, annoyed with the situation, yet somehow drawn to the sight of my bare legs peeking out from the robe. My dark skin gives off a soft glow in the low lighting, mesmerizing everyone in the room. Still unable to look away, he takes a few steps closer to the screen, his gaze following every single movement of mine.

I bite my lip as I tug on the tie that holds my robe together, causing it to fall open. Underneath, he and everyone in the room can see my lacy red lingerie on the screen. There's an audible gasp from all the employees in the room as the screen lights up with the unexpected visuals, everyone's eyes immediately drawn to my seductive undergarments that cling to my body perfectly and reveal every curve.

Lloyd is completely captivated by the sight, my eyes shooting naughty glances at the camera as if begging him to come to me. The room is completely still as everyone stares at the screen, too stunned by my sexy reveal to do anything else.

Diverting his attention to the group and realizing that the entire room has their gaze fixed on my show on the monitor, Lloyd furrows his brow in anger.

"What the hell are you looking at?!" He shouts furiously, his darkening glare sending chills down their spines as they realize what they'd been doing. They immediately turn away from the screen and nervously look elsewhere. Lloyd looks back at the screen. I take another sip of wine before tipping the glass, letting the wine trickle down my gorgeous body as I continue to stare into the camera. The more he watches, the more aroused he becomes. The image of me teasingly stroking my body burned into his mind, reminding him of what was waiting for him at home. He just better not keep me waiting too long.

Lloyd swallows hard as he reaches into his pocket and dials my number into his phone, pressing it tightly to his ear and waiting to hear my voice.

I smirk as I hear my phone vibrating beside me. I take my eyes off the camera, answering the phone as I toss my hair over my shoulder.

"Hello~" He almost lets out a groan from the sound of my sultry voice. His eyes are still glued to the screen as he watches me cross my legs. Despite the distance between us, he can't stop himself from fantasizing about every single thing he'd do to me if he were with me.

"Why, hello..." Lloyd starts in a husky tone, his words coming out a bit slower than usual. "Being naughty now, are we?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about..." I lie, looking back into the camera. "I'm just sitting here, enjoying a glass of wine. How's work? You must be so busy right now." While my tone is innocent, my mischievous smile gives me away.

"Uh-huh..." He can't hide his smirk as he notices my sarcasm. He knows I'm being playful and trying to stir him up. Despite his frustration over the earlier situation, he can't help but find my teasingly seductive attitude amusing and attractive. "Work is... work. Busy as always." He pauses for a moment to chuckle to himself. "But, the funniest thing just happened over here. Care to guess what that is?"

"Oh, baby, you know I'm bad at guessing games. I always guess wrong." I reply, fake pouting. I can almost hear the smirk on his face growing wider. He's enjoying this back-and-forth teasing, it's hot! It's a game, like a dance, I have to keep moving to his rhythm.

"That's okay, cupcake," Lloyd replies, his tone turning seductive. "If you guess wrong, I have a few ways to make you... beg for the correct answer~" I can feel the heat rising all over my body, his words slowly and menacingly turning into something more suggestive and threatening. I try not to show how much the sound of his smooth voice and cocky attitude is affecting me, but I'm getting turned on more and more by every word he speaks. I almost lose concentration on what I was planning, but I stand my ground.

"I have no idea what could be going on over there, honey. Did you get that target you were after?" I ask coyly, standing up from the bed and walking over to the nightstand to set my glass down. I put the phone on speaker as I let my robe fall to the floor, revealing a thong with a chain with Lloyd's name engraved in it. I act as if I don't know the camera is there, or that he's in a room full of people and I climb back onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows.

"Not yet, Princess. I've got a new task tonight," He tells me, making me curious.

"Oh really? And what's that?" I inquire.

"Santa's gotta punish someone who's on the naughty list." He hangs up the phone, and I have to try and contain my excitement, knowing I'm still on their screens. I stand back up, taking my glass to the kitchen to refill it while I eagerly wait for Lloyd's arrival.

Once my glass is filled, I make my way back to the bedroom, picking a record out from our collection. I set it on the record player and set the mood, smiling to myself. It's only a matter of time before he gets here and, knowing him, he's running every red light and cutting everyone off to get to me. As the record starts to play, I sit back on the bed, letting the sensual music fill the room. I close my eyes as I lean back, fantasizing about the things Lloyd is gonna do to me. I picture what will happen when he first walks through that door, finding me with my legs spread and his name engraved on my thong. Just the thought excites me.

“And there she is…" Lloyd mutters under his breath as enters the room and spots me, sitting on the bed, looking incredibly delicious. He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets as he smirks at me. I open my eyes and sit up, startled slightly by his sudden presence.

“You’re home early,” I say, regaining my composure. I try not to melt under his smoldering gaze as he stalks towards me.

“You miss me?” He questions with a crooked grin.

"Of course, I missed you. It's been a while since you've been home. A girl like me gets lonely pretty quick." I reply as I stand up, looking at him innocently.

"You poor thing," He teases sarcastically, his eyes running up and down my body as he looks down at me. He brings his fingers up and grazes the strap of my lingerie, caressing the fabric. He slides it off my shoulder and I can literally feel the heat radiating from his proximity to me as he stands towering over me, the smell of his cologne enveloping me.

"You must be so proud of yourself, Y/N..." He starts.

"For what, darling?" I feign ignorance as if I don't know exactly what he means. Without warning, Lloyd grabs me by the throat and pulls me towards him. I inhale sharply at the unexpected action as he leans down.

"That stunt you pulled was clever, cupcake. I'm impressed." He whispers against my neck. I feel the heat rushing to my cheeks as I hold onto his wrist to support myself. " I hope you're ready for the consequences~" I can literally feel the power of his hold on my neck as he brings his lips even closer to mine, making my throat tighten under his grip. His breath is hot against my skin as he breathes into my ear. His words send shivers through my core.

"You can play innocent all you want," He growls out lowly, his free hand moving down to grip my thigh possessively. Lloyd pulls me even closer against his growing bulge. "I'm gonna enjoy punishing you." I can't help but tremble slightly as his words fill me with a mix of excitement and fear. A smile widens across my face as I press myself against his crotch and lean into his touch, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of his strong hands on my body and the adrenaline rushing through me. It's a challenge to keep my knees from buckling.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to break you." His grip on my throat tightens slightly as his hand moves up my thigh, dangerously close to where he knows my body aches for him. "But first, you're going to get on your knees for me." I gulp audibly as he releases my throat, leaning against his body. "On your knees... now..." The fact that I'm unable to resist him is even hotter. I slowly move down till my eyes are level with this groin.

"That's a good girl," Lloyd's fingers tangle themselves into my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look up at him. He starts to undo his belt buckle and unzips his pants. I don't break eye contact as I reach up to pull his boxers down, revealing his thick, hard length to me. My mouth falls open instinctively, watering with anticipation. His free hand slides down my cheek, tracing the line of my jaw.

"I'm going to take you apart piece by piece and I'm gonna love every second of it." He guides my head forwards, forcing his throbbing cock into my eager mouth. He groans deeply as I take him in all the way, his grip on my hair tightening. He starts to thrust gently, pushing deeper into my throat each time. I moan around him as my tongue swirls against his skin. Tears prick the corners of my eyes as my throat stretches to accommodate his size.

Lloyd thrusts into my mouth slowly, inching deeper every time and barely allowing me room to breathe. I grip his thighs tightly as I focus hard to prevent myself from gagging. I look up at him with doe eyes as his cock pulses in my mouth.

His eyes darken further, watching my struggle. He pulls back slightly, giving me a moment to catch my breath before pushing back in deeper, causing me to let out muffled moan as he hits the back of my throat. He looks down at me, his breath heavy as he picks up speed. "That's it, baby. Take all of me."

As I feel the familiar sting in my throat, I can't help but whimper around his cock. My eyes roll back, my body shuddering with need. I try to match his rhythm, bobbing my head up and down on his thick shaft. I squeeze my eyes shut as he assaults my throat, slobber dribbling down the sides of my mouth.

Lloyd's fingers dig into my hair as he leans forward, his hips slamming against my face. He growls low in his throat, the vibrations causing my entire body to tremble. With one last forceful thrust, pulling my head as close as possible, he finally releases me. I gasp heavily as I fall forward onto my hands, whimpering softly as I catch my breath.

Lloyd's breathing is ragged as he watches me recover. His hands shake slightly as he tries to regain control. “On the bed, naughty girl. We’re not finished yet.” Trembling slightly, I scramble onto the bed, my body aching for more of his touch. He tosses he’s shirt to the side and steps out of his pants and boxers, flexing his muscles slightly as he approaches me. My eyes never leave his as he climbs onto the bed, towering above me. “Uh-uh, princess. Turn over and toot that ass up real nice for me.”

I obey his command, rolling over onto my stomach. My heart is pounding in anticipation as I feel him approach from behind. He unclips my bra in one swift motion and I toss it onto the floor. Lloyd's hands run over his engraved name on my thong and then grip my hips tightly, moving the fabric to the side as he positions himself at my entrance. He rubs his length against my soaked slit, eliciting another whimper from me. With a growl, he forces himself inside, inch by inch, stretching me into submission.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, pounding into me. I arch my back, trying to take more of him. His hands roam down my sides, digging into my flesh as he takes me harder and faster. I moan out as my hands ball up the sheets. The headboard slams into the wall as Lloyd pounds into me, his skin slapping against mine. He leans over to grab my hips, pulling me back into him.

He forces my face into the bedsheets as he pushes his full length into me. My screams of pleasure reverberate off the walls, the only other sounds heard being the sloppy smacking of his cock into my wetness. I feel the climax rising within me, my pussy dripping as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I heave heavily as I try my hardest to hold it in. But Lloyd doesn’t make it easy.

He smacks my ass hard, leaving a visible handprint in my dark skin. The sting of it only serves to turn me on even more.

“You’re such a slut, getting turned on this much by your punishment!” He grunts as he smacks my ass again, causing me to yelp in pleasure.

“Is this what you wanted, cupcake?” He questions as he thrusts harder and yanks my head back by my thick curls. “You wanted my attention so bad you went and messed with my toys?” I gasp as I feel him hit that spot inside me over and over again. I can only respond with unintelligible nonsense between my moans, Lloyd’s hips slamming into my ass with punishing force. He's relentless, driving into me with a fierce determination that leaves me breathless.

Unable to hold it any longer, my orgasm flows over me and I soak him, the sheets, and my thong with my juices. Although he doesn’t slow down. Instead he continues to drill into me, splashing my arousal all over the sheets. He uses his grip on my hair to pull me towards him as he fucks me senseless.

My voice comes out hoarse and strangled as I feel lightheaded. “I-I can’t take any more,” I manage to choke out between pants, my voice shaky.

"Oh, you can take it," he growls, pulling out only to slam back in with a force that steals what little breath I had left. His hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he takes me roughly. As if sensing that I was about to collapse, he picks up the pace, driving deeper and harder. My body tenses, anticipation coursing through me.

"Lloyd!" I scream his name, my body quaking violently under his assault as my second orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My voice echoes in the room as my walls clench around him. He groans deep in his throat, his own release imminent.

Lloyd grunts and grits his teeth as he comes, his hips ramming into me with an unyielding ferocity. He bites down hard on his lip to suppress a scream as he spills his cum deep inside me. The force of his orgasm is enough to send shudders through my body. He lies there for a few moments, his weight pinning me to the bed.

Finally, he pulls out of me with a loud, satisfied moan. His hands run through his sweat-drenched hair, abs glistening in the light. He pants heavily, watching as my body falls in a slumped heap on the bed, cum dripping out of my cunt.

“Now, you gonna be a good girl for me and let Daddy get his work done?” He asks me in a husky voice as a small smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. I’m still catching my breath, looking over at him with hooded eyes. I give him a slow nod, biting my lip gently.

“Good girls use their voice~” Lloyd reminds me, placing his hand on my hip and caressing it.

“Yes, daddy… I’ll behave.” I respond, knowing full well I intend to act up again.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, rubbing my back softly.

“Do you have to go back right now?” I inquire as I watch him stand up.

Lloyd shakes his head, “No, not yet. I have some time. I’ll deal with that shit show tomorrow.” He smirks at me, his eyes filled with mischief. He gives me a wink as he walks out of the room to go get something to clean me up with.

Meanwhile, back at work, all of Lloyd’s employees stare at the live footage of his room, shocked, embarrassed, and slightly turned on by the show. If only I’d remembered to turn off the broadcast. Oh well…

#oneshot #christmas #12 days of christmas #noirsfantasy #black reader #smut #black actors #black reader smut #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #black!reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #the gray man

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nomadstucky · 6 months

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Ghost Blurb

Yes, I will be expanding on this in a future fic. This IS a whole ass fic bro. LMAO This may be a one off writing for Ghost, it depends. My issue is that I hyperfixate on characters. This hyperfixation has taken hold for at least 2-ish weeks now. So this is PEAK Ghost brain rot, right here.

This has NOT been edited, or beta-read. All mistakes are my own.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

So this is NOT a blurb... 1,025 WORDS.

I feel like it's canon at this point, but Ghost would absolutely cum untouched from eating you out. I mean, picture this.

It had been such a rough day for him. The recruits had been incredibly taxing, whether not listening to him, or pushing him. All he wanted was you.

You had this uncanny way of calming him down, and you hadn't even really been seeing each other. It wasn't exclusive, but you were the only female on the base, so it made sense that he sought you out.

While the other men had flirted with you, you declined them every time. You weren't even sure why, you just had a feeling they wouldn't be able to satisfy you the way Ghost had.

Given the nature, there was an amount of trust that the two of you had. You didn't ever push him to show his face, or divulge any information. He offered bits and pieces. His name, and some general information. Ghost was a man who very much was able to keep himself under wraps, while simultaneously indulging in certain pleasures.

Ghost very rarely denied himself the pleasure of you. Most times, he wanted to get the two of you off, but he hardly ever sought pleasure from your pleasure alone. He didn't even realize that was a thing that existed.

On this particular day, Ghost found himself to be needy. He could not get you out of his head. It was like you had ingrained yourself into his brain, and refused to get out.

He found himself waiting for the moments where he caught glimpses of you. However fleeting these looks were. Ghost only ever caught sight of you a few times, before he had to train the new recruits. In the mess hall, seeing you walk into Price's office, and then once more while you were walking to your room.

Ghost found himself calling the training off just over an hour into it. He hoped that you were still in your room, hoped that he could just bury himself into the comfort that you brought him.

He didn't want to attempt to understand his own feelings, no, he'd much rather just get lost in you, and your body. He knocked before entering.

You knew it was Ghost before he even entered, he had a very distinct knock that he always used with you. Setting your book down, you looked at him as he was entering.

Smiling up at him, you greeted him. "Are you okay? You look tense." You commented.

"I just need you." Was the only response he offered, proceeding to shuck off his tactical gear.

"How can I help?" You stood from the bed, moving closer to him.

Ghost shook his head and walked you back to the bed. "Lay down, bunny."

You did as he instructed, the nickname ricocheting through your brain. In the entire time you and Ghost had been sleeping together, he had only ever used 'bunny' once or twice. When he was incredibly desperate.

"Fuck, I just... I need to taste you. Can I?" He asked, slowly working your lounge pants down your legs.

You nodded, Ghost had always been a gracious lover, however he had only ever eaten you out once or twice before. You assumed that it wasn't his thing. All thoughts in your brain had halted, as Ghost pulled you to the edge of the bed simultaneously pulling his mask up just past his mouth.

You whimpered his name.

"Fuck bunny." He growled, pulling your panties back only to snap them against your skin, before pulling them to the side.

Gasping, you arched your back slightly. Watching him as he settled to his knees on the hardwood floor.

"Si, your knees." You reached up to grab a pillow.

"Don't give a fuck, bunny. Let me enjoy this." Was the only 'warning' you had, before he was flattening his tongue against you.

You whined, hands falling to the mattress beside your head. The man lapped at your folds, alternating between paying specific attention to sucking at your clit, and spearing his tongue into you.

In the few times he had eaten you out, it never felt like this. He had been more reserved, trying to feel what you liked, and what you didn't. What made you scream, and what made you squirm.

His fingers dug into your thighs, sure to leave marks in the morning. You ground your hips against him, as he slowly brought a hand down to gently slide two fingers into you, slowly pumping them.

Growling, he sucked your clit into his mouth. You whining, gripping the bedsheets in your hands. "Fuck! Simon, please!" You circled your hips, begging for what? You weren't sure.

Ghost groaned, sucking the soul from your body, through your pussy. Straining in his boxers, he refused to do anything until he got you to cum. He wanted you to cum more than anything else right now.

Your entire body locked, you felt every nerve-ending, every cell in your body burned like fire. This felt different. "S-Si. I need--"

Ghost growled, ripping himself away from you. Eyes on you, blazing. "I'm gonna give you everything bunny." Was the only thing that he said before reattaching his lips to you.

Your back arched, one of your hands moving to cup the back of the balaclava, you found yourself wishing for it to not be there. Not to see his face, but to feel his hair, to grip his hair, pull him closer to you.

A chant of pleases left your lips, your entire body feeling like it's on fire. With one final set of sucks and pulses from his fingers, you came. With a scream of his name, you came so hard you saw stars.

Slowly leaning back, Ghost chanted "Yes, yes, yes." before flooding his boxers, completely untouched.

You gasped, looking down the length of your body, you watched Ghost throw his head back. "D-Did you..?" Your hoarse voice trailed off.

Ghost merely nodded, with his head still facing the ceiling.

"That's hot." You commented, biting your lip as you watched Ghost slowly move to look at you, a renewed fire in his eyes.

A smirk slowly rose on his face, and you knew you were in deep trouble.

#reader insert #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod

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pumpkinsouppe · 4 months

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I haven’t played all of AA4 yet but I was thinking a lot about how uneasy the first case made me feel (in a good way) and I finally figured out why. (AA 4-1 spoilers btw) Part of it of course is the overall scheme: what happened 7 years ago and what are the answers to all these unresolved questions. But I genuinely don’t think I’ve seen a more accurate depiction of how I experienced GAD and social anxiety than I have with Apollo Justice.

Thankfully, I have learned to stand up for myself and I’ve controlled the majority of my anxiety but I can very clearly see that Apollo has not done that, at least yet. I am hoping hoping hoping we get to see him grow in this game because I know that AA5 and 6 won’t do that justice (lol). All throughout the first case, Apollo rarely spoke for himself. He was very much a follower and wanted approval, ergo he was very easy to manipulate. Kristoph and Phoenix both recognized this about him and were able to both use Apollo as their own puppets. He followed Kristoph’s orders whenever he gave them (‘expose phoenix’s lies’ ‘don’t embarrass me’) but he also was very willing to follow Phoenix’s orders too (‘point on the map for us’ ‘name the fourth person/killer’ ‘accuse Kristoph’). He followed who he thought was seeking the truth but he had to be told that doing these actions was for the truth.

I never was manipulated in court like Apollo experienced, but I was VERY quick to abandon plans for something else or act in ways if someone told me to. I remember sometimes even saying yes to things that made me super uncomfortable because I didn’t think for myself and didn’t want to disappoint or make anyone mad. And you can tell that Apollo really looked up to both Kristoph and Phoenix in that trial. He wasn’t sure who to believe so he followed both simultaneously until at the end when he realized both were assholes. I LOVE the unease I felt during the first case. It felt so real to me how Apollo was able to be so easily manipulated and how that was able to be used as a very interesting way to set up a new game and protagonist.

It’s amplified especially if you played all the past Phoenix Wright games. Hell, I finished PLvsPW an hour before picking up AA4 and that really influenced how much I wanted to also follow and believe Phoenix. So I absolutely love how this trial was used not only to play with the heart and mind of Apollo, but the players as well. There’s less reason to follow Kristoph since the players don’t have the same bond Kristoph and Apollo have since this was our first time meeting him, but because he’s our boss and he’s standing at the defense with us like Mia has, that adds to his credibility. Which is even better that Phoenix took Kristoph’s spot behind the defense bench when Kristoph was summoned to the stand. “Don’t believe that other guy, look at where he is now. Believe me instead, the person who just left that same spot.” You want to believe him, it’s Phoenix Wright! Teaching us the ways just like Mia. But what he’s actually done is replace Kristoph as the supposed voice of reason in Apollo’s ear. Yes that’s the spot for mentors, but does every mentor have your best intentions in mind? Are you able to distinguish genuine advice versus motivated advice?

I am truly fascinated and captivated by the writing. You can tell how much Shu Takumi has grown as a writer compared to the original AA1. I am so excited to play the rest of this game.

#I haven’t written smth like this in a while fhdjlaf and it’s all been TLOZ related in the past #like damn what a killer opening #i am soooo sad that we dont actually have a true Apollo justice trilogy i would do anything for more of this #and more of this i mean a story centered on Apollo with this level of writing lmao #i wrote this whole thing instead of working on my sop my god #also worth mentioning is I love how anxiety is displayed differently between Phoenix Apollo and ryunosuke #esp between ryuu and Apollo where one is very unsure of his abilities to defend but listens to his heart vs the other who #is more confident in his ability but struggles to form his own opinion #UHG i love these games so much I am so glad I finally got aroudn to playing them #ace attorney #Apollo justice

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i think a big reason why there’s always this back and forth debate on which is the better relationship between byler and mileven is because the arguments are always based on who mike treats better, who he cares more about and how el or will benefits from their relationship with mike. like it’s always just about who mike was more dedicated to and the arguments never end because mike has had instances where he has treated both el and will badly and people make use of those moments to prove their point. but all of these points are just one side of the relationship, and people rarely ever stop to think and consider that...what about the love and support mike receives in either relationship? what about the person mike feels the most comfortable with? instead of just considering how mike makes the both of them feel, what about how will makes mike feel vs how el makes mike feel? this is what i always try to emphasize in my analyses because i don’t see enough people actually talk about this factor and people don’t realize how much it actually supports byler endgame more so than they think. i do see more bylers on tumblr that talk about how much mike receives more love and support from will than el but barely any bylers on twt, people there are always fighting over who mike cares more about (because they’re also either just bylers who only care about will’s happiness and hate on mike or mlevens that mostly gravitate to el and don’t care about mike’s development as much as they claim to lmfao) and they just keep going in circles that it’s sad and pathetic to watch tbvh...

because evidently if we look at the show and actually think about it in this context, then it’s obvious who he’s meant to end up with, it’s literally a no brainer. we get little to no moments of mike receiving emotional support and comfort from el but we get a whole season’s worth of will making mike feel loved, heard and important. mike has expressed that he feels insecure and unneeded with el, but will made him feel like he isn’t just some random loser, that people look to him for guidance and inspiration and that he acts as a leader and protector. this is why i get so annoyed when the only takeaway people have from their storyline in s4 is that will was “used” purely to give mike relationship advice, because you missed the whole point. s4 was literally them showing how much will had all the love and support mike needed and wanted in a relationship, and that he was the one person who made mike feel better about himself, not el. he was able to get to mike and understood him in ways el was never able to. also, let’s face it...there’s countless shows where the person who seemingly harbors unrequited feelings for the other, actually ends up getting rewarded and has their feelings reciprocated precisely because of how much they selflessly tried to push the person they love to someone else.

tbh i can tell that this bitterness from self proclaimed bylers who only care about will’s happiness while simultaneously hating on mike, are a lot less confident in byler endgame because...they only ever consider will’s feelings in the equation but not mike’s lmfao. like if you want to understand why byler endgame is literally inevitable you HAVE to care about mike’s arc and which relationship makes him feel happier and loved too, you can’t just ignore his feelings because he’s one half of the relationship and you have to acknowledge how they’ve also been setting up the right person for him, the one who understands him better than anyone else, and not just the right person for will, if you actually had mike’s sake in mind then you’d undoubtly see this while watching byler scenes. as much as they did contrast who mike handled his issues with better and how he made both el and will feel about themselves, they also highlighted who was able to make mike feel better and who supports his character more, and with this perspective in mind the outcome of this love triangle is a lot clearer and evident.

#i always say this but if people cared more about mike’s arc and understood what he needs and wants #then their faith in byler would literally be unshakeable 😭#like youre constantly losing hope because you dont think s4 was about showing how much will was the right person for mike #you just think its him getting done dirty and being used for relationship advice?? thats NOT how it works #mlevens arent the only ones who need better media literacy at this point!!#byler #byler analysis #byler analysis by me

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smut-angel · 2 years

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Carmy being the first one to say I love you, which results in slow passionate and intense sex. Missionary style where they rarely drop eye contact, It’s so good that the reader has tears coming out of her eyes.

wait i love this. little bit of fluff with a bunch of smut <3

carmen would be flustered when he realized he was in love with you. it was so abrupt that it made his chest hurt and his brain all scrambled and confused. he'd never truly been in love before so when he realized on a random tuesday afternoon, you sitting with richie, tolerating one of his awful and loud stories, and him cooking family dinner for everyone, he didn't know what to do.

he had fully stopped chopping the carrots and stared at his hands. what the fuck is this, he thought. your laugh at richie's antics rang through his ears and he felt his heart nearly melt. he wanted nothing but to be around you all the time. he missed you even when you were just in the other room.

the days to follow this realization were strange. he was frustrated not knowing how to express his newfound feelings or what to do with them. some days carmen just wanted to scream out loud that he was insanely in love with you, other times he rehearsed in the mirror how he would confess at the perfect romantic moment, yet it never seemed to come.

it was late at night and carmen was slowly gathering his things to leave your apartment. “i should go,” he announced. you pouted watching him pull his jacket over his shoulders and his hat over his head. you walk him over to the door, stopping at the doorframe to kiss him.

“goodnight, sweetheart,” he mumbled into your lips.

“goodnight.” with one last peck he starts towards the elevator and you made you way back into your home. his heart starts racing as he realizes that he’s ending yet another night without confessing.

it had been a 2 weeks since carmen realized he was in love with you. he spent his days attempting to say something but he couldn’t muster the courage. the further he made it to the elevator the more he became angry with himself.

“fuck!” snatching his hat off in frustration, he ran back to your apartment and knocked on the door frantically. you appeared just moments later, looking at him through furrowed brows.

“hey. did you forget something?”

“no. i didn’t forget anything.”

“oh. is everything okay?” his palms began to tickle with sweat, his mouth growing dry and feeling like it was filled with cotton. the silence was getting louder and you both stood there awkwardly, similar to the night of your first date where he didn’t know whether to bid you a good night with a kiss. wringing the hat between his hands and shifting his weight between each foot, carmen took a breath.

“i love you,” he confessed. you gasp a bit and grip the door handle tighter as you become nervous.

“you don’t have to say it back. i really don’t expect you to. you can never say it, honestly. i won’t mind that because i just want you to know that i love you.” he internally cursed himself for how much he was rambling but simultaneously relieved that he finally expressed himself. it was silent for a few seconds. you didn’t know what to do or say as if your brain was short-circuited.

he loves me? he loves me… you thought.

“okay, um. i’ll go-“ before carmen could move another inch away from you, you pull him in for a kiss. you couldn’t think of anything else to do as your body began to heat up with anxiousness, happiness, and lust. carmen leaned further into the kiss, your tongues soon dancing with each other.

“i love you too, carmy,” you say once you both are able to come up for air. it was as if you set a fire off inside of him once you said those words as carmen closed the front door behind him and began to kiss you again with such ferocity and passion. he leads you to the bedroom, looming over top of you once you’re on the mattress. he ravages your neck, sucking, kissing and licking the sensitive skin which forces your back into an arch. you feel his bulge growing over your thigh and you press into it making him groan.

his lips traveled lower as he began to cup your breasts and teased your nipples with his fingers. “fuck, carmy. please” you whine. you clench your thighs in order to tame your weeping heat but nothing suffices. you need him.

it feels as if it takes forever until you both have your clothes off but carmen is truly savoring every minute of being with you. after eating you out as if it was his last meal he was finally about to be inside of you. lining himself up at your entrance he rubs your clit with his throbbing tip. he shivers at the feeling, soon pushing himself into your velvety walls.

“god, you feel so good. always so fucking good,” he mumbles. your breath hitches at his size which you still haven’t gotten accustomed to yet. he stretches you out, hitting just the right spots with every thrust and buck of his hips.

“just like that- oh god. yes.. please.” you gawk at the way he’s losing himself inside of you, him drunk off your pussy and you the same for his cock. the both of you slur your words, nearly drooling for each other.

carmen reaches for your hands, clasping them tightly once he’s got them. the simple touch makes you clench around him, that familiar feeling begins to rise from your heat. you shut your eyes tightly, overwhelmed with the sensations.

“look at me,” he instructs. “look at me, baby.” you whine almost in protest as you were greedily fucking him back to reach your own ecstasy.

“carmy, please. s’close. i’m s’close.” you follow his commands, keeping your eyes on his blue ones, losing your senses as your orgasm approaches. his face and your surroundings become blurry while tears approach. his slow deep strokes become sloppier the longer you look at him.

“i know, baby. i know,” he coos, wiping a loose tear with his thumb.

“i love you, i love you, carmy-nnngh fuck!” your release possesses you, legs and arms attacked with goosebumps, your abdomen shivering. your pussy clenching around him and nearly pumping him further into you encourages his own orgasm. you feel his dick stutter while he kisses you, drowning out his own sounds of bliss.

still inside of your dripping core, carmen plants kisses all over your face, chest, and arms. he savors you even more, not wanting to release himself from you.

“you love me?” you ask, the tip of his nose teasing yours.

“more than anything.”

#smutty asks #carmy berzatto #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto smut #carmen beezatto fluff #fluffy asks #minors dni

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natjennie · 8 months

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wow i love the scene when they surprise kitty for her birthday and mike complains about not being able to see the ghosts and alison talks to them all and gets interrupted and we dont see them. like obviously i know its to set up mikes annoyance with not seeing them but its one of few times we get the show from his perspective and its so fascinating and off putting. i simultaneously love how rarely its used because its always so poignant and want to see it more often just because i love the perspective. anyway sorry im high and its hitting really profoundly rn

#bbc ghosts #highposting

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riddlestiltskin · 1 year

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"The halls of Buckkeep were packed with festival goers, rivers of people bumping into each other and richocheting around the castle, townspeople dancing around nobles, the notion of ranking washed away in the floods of wine, ale and liquor.

The walls were thick with Smoke that Regal was pumping in from every corner, servants stood in every alcove in every corridoor and room with censers, thick clouds pouring in from them and weaving between what little space remained in the crowds.

I pushed my way through, giddy with it, from around the corner, where I had quietly exited my bedchamber. The acrid essence of Regal's favourite past time had seeped even up to Chade's secret quarters where I had been resting, how thickly the plumes billowed this night.

Harvestfest was always a tumultuous occasion, but now with Regal managing the event, it was even more raucous than usual, overflowing with wine and tainted with the bitter edge of Smoke whether you were willing or no. As much as I enjoyed celebrating the Harvest, I had never enjoyed the Smoke as my peers seemed to, it fogged up my mind and made me feel isolated in the world. It made my mind quiet, and I couldn't sense the life around me, something I rarely lacked given my predilection with the Wit. It was one of the first times during Harvestfest I was able and allowed to enjoy the festivities, without Chade whispering in my ear or Shrewd's secondary tasks to distract me. I did have one mission to complete, though, although Chade had set no limits to the task, no deadline and no specific target.

Despite this, I had someone in mind.

My breath hitched when I saw him, weaving gracefully around people who somehow didn't notice his presence, as he elegantly slid past them without so much as touching them - a near impossibility with how densely packed it was. He noticed my gawking and flashed me a grin, effortlessly diverting his course towards me. I realised I had stopped dead and so attempted to move towards him, but seemingly my feet had turned to rope and lead simultaneously, tangling together and causing me instead to stumble towards the Fool. The contradiction in our movements seem to amuse him; the Smoke had never affected him like it did me.

As he approached, I noticed how his skin seemed to radiate light. The corridor we were in was dimly lit by sconces on the wall, sparsely arranged, no doubt again by Regal, to cast shadows and encourage debauchery. Despite this, the Fool seemed to shine. He was dressed in rich colours, deep purples and reds, with gold stitching seamlessly tying together the outfit. The contrast of the rich colours made his skin almost luminous. I was entranced by him, his movements put me in mind of the way light glistens on dancing water, of all the sunsets I had watched with Molly on the cliffs of Buckkeep, the way the sunlight echoed across the tips of the waves as those evenings grew darker. Those memories were tinted rose-coloured with childhood nostalgia and the excitement of my first true love, and why the way Fool glanced at me now made me think of them, I could not say. Likely the Smoke in the air, I resolved to myself bitterly.

"Fitz?" Despite the music and voices mingling all around us, his voice somehow pierced it all, like ringing bells to my ears.

I realised I had been stood still and silent, dumbfounded, just staring at him, for a beat longer than was acceptable, even amongst close friends such as we. I looked then into his eyes, and saw something in them I had only glanced briefly before. Quickly, his lips twisted into his usual mocking smile, and whatever it was I had seen in his colourless eyes vanished, replaced by his usual knowing stare. My tongue was suffering the same symptoms as my feet now, as I fumbled and tried to form a sentence. I quickly abandoned the idea.

"FOOL!" I had to shout, the cacophony of Harvestfest made it impossible to speak at a normal volume, let alone think straight.

"Fool, I-.. Can I.."

I wanted to be closer to him, for him to be able to hear me when I asked what I knew I wanted to ask him. My face felt flushed and hot, suddenly. Curse Chade for putting me up to this. Harvestfest was the perfect time to execute this secret task, but I cursed him nonetheless for leaving this to me when I had wanted simply to drink the nights away and forget.

The Fool leaned towards me, and jingled the gold bells on his collar as he sang,

"Oh Fitzy Fitz

I cannot hear you mumble amidst this clamour;

Let us outside, that I can better listen to your stammer!"

His riddles that usually so frustrated me tonight seemed endearing, and so when he ducked out of a concealed doorway on to a balcony I had never before seen, I mindlessly followed. I knew Buckkeep was a warren of tunnels and secret passageways, but I had foolishly assumed I had discovered all of them, or that Chade at least had led me through them at one time or another. I had never noticed this doorway before, and knew I had never before set foot on this balcony either. It was only a small and narrow balcony, empty of crowds, with views across the town and out to sea.

The wolf in me noted gleefully that it was a full moon. I took this to mean that the outdoor air had cleared some of the intoxication from my mind.

The fresh, cold air emboldened me, and so I took a step towards my friend, who had turned back to face me. As I did so, I realised my mind was not as clear as I had hoped and clumsily I tripped over the doorframe and fell towards him. I reached out and inadvertently grabbed his slender wrist to steady myself, expecting him to crumble beneath my weight, but he was much stronger than he appeared. I had never been this close to him before. I leaned in even closer. It was intoxicating.

If I had thought his skin was radiant before, in the light of the full moon he seemed to glow. I noticed absently that my fingers encircled the circumference of his entire wrist, and the cool skin beneath his silk sleeve that looked so fragile was actually pushing back against my grip with surprisingly strength. He was not attempting to escape my grasp, but pressing back silently until his fingertips brushed the edge of my jawline. Ice cold, but not unpleasant, the touch sent shock waves through my entire body. I didn't understand why such a light brush of his fingers could illicit such a response from my entire body but it was like I had been struck by lightning. We were frozen together, and as I stared into his eyes, from such a position I again caught that shift, a meaningful glance I could not fathom. I had seen it before, but now the familiar Fool's smile I had come to know played softly across his features, melting into a gentle expression I had never had the pleasure to witness.

I found I could not look away, and the task Chade had set before me no longer felt like a challenge at all.

He had enlisted me to practice romantic subterfuge, to perfect the art of seduction to further my own causes as part of my assassin's training. I had originally intended to seek out Molly, but given that she was no longer speaking to me, I had assumed I would instead flirt with one of the kitchen maids.

Chade set this task over eight days ago, and simply said to take as long as I needed to, not to rush it. The old man had seemed very smug about this and implied he had expected me to struggle with this task, but impressed to me the importance of it. I shivered when I imagined him using the art of seduction - the Pocked Man flirting with anyone seemed a fantasy too far fetched.

It was only in the last few days that I had considered the Fool. He was my friend, and I was merely going to ask him to practice flirtation with me, he was one of few who knew and understood my training. I trusted him and felt if I were to be as terrible as Chade insinuated, I would be less embarrassed if I inflicted my clumsy attempts on my friend the Fool. He also had a way with words I had seen noone else in the Keep exhibit and so I had assumed I could perhaps take notes from him. I had even sought to ask his advice on who to target for this romantic task. Despite his infuriating and tricksy language, when decipherable, his words were often very wise.

Until this precise moment, though, I had not considered even remotely that I could kiss the Fool. For some reason, though, tonight I could think of nothing else. I was very aware of his lips, inches from my own, and the way he seemed to see into my very soul, I was almost wary he could sense what I was thinking, for he did always seem to have some sense of my intentions. Perhaps I was drunk, for I leaned ever closer to him, placing my right hand on the pillar behind him, now almost fully embracing him. The air between us felt charged, and I was very aware how little of it there seemed to be between us now. His expression had not changed, it was still a soft, almost triumphant smile, and his gaze had never once wavered from mine. Like marble, his skin was smooth and seemed to give off a cool air, like being near a spring on a warm day. I was privately impressed by his demeanour, until I considered that he had likely been briefed by Chade or overheard him discussing this task with Shrewd. For some reason this annoyed me, and I didn't dare delve deeper into that emotion for the time being. I wanted to simply exist in this moment without questioning.

I leaned in for the last time, intending to close the last of the electric space between us."

[My first attempt at some fan fiction for Fitz & the Fool! Written to accompany this piece I drew, please let me know your thoughts!] ~Feb 2023

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spirit-small · 1 year

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From a young age, borrowers are encouraged to do as much for themselves as they can. They're social creatures by nature, and thrive in larger community settings, but their continued existence depends on not being detected. This means that small family groups and, often, solo individuals, are the norm. Not by nature, but by necessity. To that end, borrower children are taught the necessary skills for survival as early as they're able. It's not to get them out on their own quickly, but more because of how fragile and volatile a borrower's life can be. Orphans are remarkably common. They're taught to fend for themselves, because soon enough they may have to.

This is Phoenix Wright's first solo borrowing.

He is 9 years old.

The risk is low. Only two beans live here, and they're both rather preoccupied at the moment. All he has to do is get a couple of things. It'll be over before he knows it.

He silently makes his way across a countertop, and climbs into a cupboard. He knows where his target is. This borrowing stuff is easy, he didn't even SEE a bean.

Too bad he didn't hear one either.

The cupboard he's in is opened and light floods his eyes. He squints and finds himself face to face with the younger bean, caught red handed, quite literally, on account of the Cheeto dust. Flamin' Hot, naturally.

They stare at each other for a minute.

And another.

It almost seems like the bean is having trouble processing what he's seeing, as if he can't figure out what the appropriate response is.

"Um, hello. My name is Miles Edgeworth. What's yours?" He finally settles on.

"Uh.. Ph-Phoenix... Wright?"

The bean- the Miles- laughs. "I'm not sure, you tell me. Is it Phoenix or not?"

Phoenix is baffled. "Y-yes. That's right, Phoenix."

"Right." Miles nods.

"Yes."

"What?"

"That's right. I'm Wright."

"You're right? Then we're both right. Right?"

"I thought you were Edgeworth? Am I wrong?"

"No, you're right."

"That's right."

The two of them just look at each other for a moment, and simultaneously laugh. Laughing! With a bean! Phoenix is starting to suspect everything about his worldview might be a lie. Either that, or he found a rare One Of The Good Ones.

"So, um... May I ask what you're doing in my cupboard?" Miles asks. Phoenix has to think for a moment. What if he only gets mad when he realizes he's being borrowed from? Beans don't tend to take kindly to learning that.

But then again. What other explanation could there be?

"I... I was inspecting them. See, sometimes little bugs can get into these things, through even the tiniest of cracks in the wall. How would you feel if you started putting on the Ritz, only to find your crackers crawling with ants? I'm really doing you beans a service, here." Phoenix lies through his little teeth.

"...Ah... yes. Of... of course. That... makes sense. You know, if you're hungry, you can just help yourself. I don't mind. I'm sure you don't eat much. You can even take a little extra for later, if you want."

Phoenix bites into a Cheeto. He doesn't even hesitate.

"Mmmrf... Shank you... Mrrnff..."

Miles laughs, not necessarily at Phoenix's shameless display of his lack of table manners, but just... At the absurdity of the whole situation. Phoenix double checks the contents of his bag, and prepares to leave.

"W-wait! Are you... Leaving?" Miles looks at him like a sad, lost puppy.

"I have to. If I don't return soon, I'll never hear the end of it. I mean it, though... Thank you. For letting me take that stuff, and... For keeping me a secret."

"I don't recall promising to keep you a secret." Miles raises an eyebrow.

"Well, you did now." Phoenix winks. Miles gets a determined look on his face and nods.

"I understand..." He watches him as he disappears through a crack in the wall he'd never even put a second thought into. "Wait! Will I... Ever see you again...?"

Phoenix steps back out into the light for a moment. He looks down, thinking hard, considering all of the angles. Turning his thinking around- If beans are so dangerous, then the best way to survive a world full of them is to have one on your side, right? He looks up at Miles, and smiles.

"I think we can arrange that."

#ratattorney

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