#and when they are mean to everyone but soft for me 👉👈

[lale-txt]

the feminism and self-respect leaving my body at light speed the very second i come across bloodthirsty villain who has either long luscious hair, pretty eyes (bottom lashes bottom lashes bottom lashes) or a deep desire to destroy the world over the loss of a loved one…

#DREAMY SIGH #and when they are mean to everyone but soft for me 👉👈 #yes i do the cooking yes i do the cleaning #the way i could tag at least a dozen fictional men on this #constantly being only one good fic away from batting my eyes at the biggest disaster of a fictional man ever #love me all my evil and insane babygirls #enough with fixing them i need them to [redacted] #lale.txt

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hi, amazing work! It’s addicting to read all your stuff. Would you care to do one where the good looking villain makes the join me offer and the hero actually takes it? Like I’m all for saving the day and stuff but maybe just maybe I’d say yes if a villain came and told me they’d love me as if I were their world and asked me to join them 😗 👉👈

"Join me," the villain murmured, "and I will give you my heart, the world, and everything in-between that you might possibly desire."

"Yeah, alright."

The villain paused.

"Is this the bit where you tell me that you actually say that to all your enemi-?"

The villain was on them in an instant, crowding them up against the wall, cupping their jaw, kissing their lips.

The hero moaned in surprise, then promptly dissolved. It was impossible to do anything else when faced with a kiss like that. It was a sun of a kiss - dragging everything else into orbit around it, forever, always, until the explosive end of everything.

"Alright?" the villain asked, with breathless reverence.

"Uhuh."

"You mean it?"

"You're a good kisser."

The villain flicked them on the ear. "I meant about joining me....though also the kiss. I'm glad you enjoyed the kiss. Sorry. Should have asked first."

The hero found themselves smiling back, irrepressibly. "It's rude to flick."

"Mm, I'll make it up to you."

"And I mean it."

The villain smiled back at them. Bright. Blinding almost with their joy. They examined the hero in their palms like they were an unparalleled, unexpected, nigh impossible delight.

"...You're welcome to kiss me again," the hero mumbled. "God, I don't know why you're surprised. You asked-"

The villain kissed them again. The universe felt a little theirs already, each breath and press of lips a new constellation dotted along the frantic beat of their heat.

The hero pulled them closer. They practiced surrender and victory all wrapped up in one.

"You didn't think I'd say yes?" they asked, dazed, when they next broke for air.

"No."

"But you asked."

"Well, I always ask."

"Oh my god."

"No! No." The villain's grip tightened on them, holding them in place. "I didn't mean like that."

"You offer your heart to everyone? And I thought I was special. I thought-"

The villain kissed them a third time, though that time it was definitely to shut the hero up, as they laughed against the villain's lips. They felt giddy.

"You're a menace," the villain growled.

"Five years of being your nemesis, and you decide that now? Wow."

"Oh my god."

The hero grinned. They reached out to cup the villain's jaw in turn, cradling them. The villain was something they were allowed to have. To hold. To never let go of. It still didn't seem quite real. They drew the villain closer, so they could initiate a gentle kiss of their own.

"You have my heart too," the hero said, "for what it's worth."

The villain swallowed. Their shoulders sagged. They leaned in to the hero and the two of them stayed like that for a while.

"I'm glad you said yes," the villain whispered.

"Yeah," the hero replied softly. "With me on your side, you might actually win."

"I'll bite you."

"Promises promises."

The villain rolled their eyes, but their gaze was soft with affection. "My utter menace."

"My favourite monstrosity."

The villain snorted, at that.

The hero dropped their hands, only to entwine their fingers with the villain's. "It's nearly sunset. Want to walk into it together?"

"Yeah," the villain said. "Alright."

And they all lived happily ever after.

#hero x villain #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #writing #enemies to lovers #ficlet #story #creative writing #writeblr

[hihhasotherfixations]

John Price headcanons sfw & nsfw

I don’t usually do headcannons so please bear with me 👉👈

I hope you enjoy them tho :3 Will I use many of these in my writing? Yes, yes I will. These are both in general as well as him with you ;3

Part 2

Sfw:

He has an entire routine for his beard. Keeps it trimmed regularly and takes very good care of it, which causes it to feel very nice and soft to the touch.

Absolutely LOVES when you’re the one doing it though. It’s a small act of love that he can never get enough of. Whether you’re the one trimming it or just putting some products in. It’s a moment where he can sit on the bath rim and have you stand between his legs - or the other way around where he props you up on the sink and stands in between your legs. He just places his hands on your hips and closes his eyes, trusting you with something so important to him. It’s a very intimate thing that he treasures.

He has reading glasses. I won’t budge on this. Square(rectangle) ones with a very thin frame. Tends to forget whenever he puts them on his head and proceeds to go searching for them for five minutes.

He is very warm blooded. Always runs hot like a furnace. A blessing in the winter, a curse in the summer. Especially because he loves to cuddle.

Has a little trinket on his desk representing each of the 141 (+ Nik, Laswell and Farah). Be it a gift they gave to him or something that reminds him of them. There’s something for everyone. It clutters the edge of his desk a bit but it’s worth it because whenever the paperwork gets too much, he can just look at the little shrine he built and smile.

His love language is physical touch and quality time. While he loves giving you gifts and being romantic too, nothing beats holding you in his arms while you cuddle on the couch or in bed.

Speaking of- this man absolutely adores you. He doesn’t think he deserves the love you give him because of the things he’s done in his life. But every day he sees you, you prove that you do love him and he wants to return that love twice over.

His biggest fear is coming home after deployment to an empty house. Finding a letter on the table stating you can’t wait for him any longer. He’d understand, of course. But it would crush him.

While we’re on the sad train already- he suffers frequent nightmares due to PTSD. Feels really guilty for waking you up but also can’t stop himself from seeking your comfort after one of them - craving it. If you allow him to (he wouldn’t bring it up unless you suggested it), he’ll call you if he’s out on deployment or at base. Give him that privilege to phone you awake just to comfort him? There is nothing that man won’t do for you anymore.

He is terrified of being the one to leave you too though. He knows that if he’s ever faced with the option to sacrifice himself for one of the 141, he would. But it also breaks his heart because it would mean he’d leave you for them. He tries not to think about it like that, but it’s a constant conflict in his mind.

While he’s probably more likely to be a dog person, I can also really see him with cats just curled up on his chest. Once again, this man is always warm. The little felines will search him out like a bloodhound, preferring him over laying by the radiator.

THIS 👏 MAN 👏 CAN 👏 COOK 👏

And he loves to do it too. His idea of a hobby is either reading, building models or cooking. You can often find him in the kitchen with a cook book, making a five star meal. Loves to see your reaction to the taste of it, makes him proud of himself.

Also, yeah, he likes building models :3. Miniatures. In his spare time you can find him on the couch, bent over the coffee table with his reading glasses perched on his nose while he’s building a ww2 bomber plane out of matchsticks from some random pattern he found online. He has very steady hands and it causes the models to always look fantastic. His best and biggest work is a ship in a bottle from a kit you gave him for an anniversary between you two. He only works on that in short increments to make sure he doesn’t screw it up - it’s about 2/3 done. You’ve repeatedly tried to get him to share his work online but he always gets bashful and refuses.

If he ever got the chance to do it together with the team though?? He’s gonna be beaming about that single evening for a week straight.

His favourite colour is dark green, like the forests :)

This is less of a headcannon and more just snippets of canon proof that I found. But he can speak English, Russian, Arabic and Spanish. Maybe even more.

He’s a tea person. Can’t stand coffee. It’s not about the taste, simply that every time he tried it, it gave him a headache.

When he first introduced you to the team, he was very nervous. Really wanted them to like you. So when Soap immediately took you into a hug and thanked you for ‘taking care of the old man’, followed by Gaz introducing himself with a warm smile and a praising regalia of the things he’d heard from Price, he couldn’t be happier. And when he at one point saw you at the kitchen table with Ghost, talking calmly and laughing with the hulking man who’s tension had dropped from his shoulders? He knew you were the one.

Loves going on double dates with Laswell and her wife too. You’re all good friends and it’s a chance to truly unwind and just catch up with Kate outside of work.

Please for the love of all that is holy, take a bath or shower with him. He ADORES them. Really wants so bad to take care of you. Will do your whole cleaning routine for you if you let him. If it’s something he’s not used to? Teach him, he’s very eager to learn.

All in all, this man just loves you so much. He finds himself so so lucky that you chose him of all people as your partner. Whether you’re civilian or military, he’ll protect you with life and limb. Literally.

So, those were the sfw thoughts bouncing in my head. I hope you liked them. Now we’re moving onto the spicy stuff. Please respect the banner, thank you and more stuff for this man is coming! ^^

Nsfw:

He is an ass man. All the way. Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES your thighs, seeing the way his fingers indent the flesh when he squeezes, being buried between them - it’s heavenly. But there is just something about your ass that he can’t get enough of. If his eyes aren’t on it, then his hands are.

He won’t randomly smack your ass - doesn’t really sit right with him, doesn’t find it proper (except for certain situations ;3). But dear god does he always have a hand on your ass to squeeze if he gets the chance. Walking somewhere together? If he can, he’ll slide his hand from your back/waist down to your ass and hold there. Sitting on his lap? You already know it, his hand is on your ass, keeping you in place. Brushing past you? One hand on your waist, one hand on your ass while he apologises and squeezes past.

A gentle over a rough lover. While he can go both ways, he prefers to go slow and deep. Watching your face contort in pleasure as he fucks you, hearing every noise you make.

This man is an absolute pleasure dom. He gets off on seeing you get off. There’s plenty of nights where he solely focuses on you and doesn’t cum himself.

Doesn’t like the word daddy but for the love of god PLEASE use honorifics. Call him captain and sir and you’ll have an entirely different man on your hands.

Prefers giving over receiving oral. There’s just something about working his tongue and mouth on you that never fails to make him groan against you - even if his mouth is otherwise occupied.

Will always properly prepare you. He doesn’t like hurting you. He’s big and he knows it so he doesn’t want to take any chances.

While he doesn’t mind quickies (in his office is a favourite), he prefers the actual thing. Like stated before, he wants to focus on you and give you all the pleasure he can and a quicky just doesn’t allow for that.

For those instances where you rile him up enough to forego his gentler side however? He knows how to work you. He can push every button you have and have you seeing stars while he fucks the life out of you. Don’t expect to be standing on strong legs the day after.

Man has stamina for DAYS. Prefers to make you cum multiple times before he cums himself. Need a moment in between orgasms to recover before you can go again? That’s okay, you can cockwarm him while he waits.

Speaking of cum. It’s thick, potent and by god he cums a lot. Properly stuffs you if you let him.

Big on marking you. Loves leaving bites, hickeys and handprints. Give him the same too. Scratch marks, bite marks, hickeys. He loves checking his body over in he morning to see what you left.

He has quite the libido on him. He can’t help it, you’re the most inviting and enticing thing in his eyes. Bend over to pick something up and his cock can already be hardening in his pants.

He’s very considerate of your wants and needs though. If you don’t want to have sex, he’ll cuddle you and hold you instead. If you’re not into a certain thing, he’ll refrain on doing it next time. Very much wants to make it a time of pure pleasure and love for you, because that’s what it is for him too.

Very into kisses. Sloppy, long kisses where you moan and whine into his mouth. Better yet if you muffle your moans in his mouth while he fucks you.

Favourite positions are missionary, mating press, doggy style, lotus and spooning sex. He loves them for different reasons.

Missionary because of how close he can be, feeling your legs wrap around his waist while all of him touches all of you.

Mating press because of how deep he can hit and keep such control. He can see your face contort in pleasure while folding your legs up and holding you down.

Doggy style is obvious as to why. But he also really loves watching the way your back arches with this one. He can hold onto your hips and just let his eyes rove your body.

Lotus he loves a lot when cuddles on the couch evolve into more, or when he’s in his office and the need arrises for you both. Just having you seated on his lap, your legs around him, body pressed so closely into his while he gently fucks up into you? Heaven.

Spooning sex? You mean cuddles + sex? Hit. Him. Up. He absolutely loves fucking you like this in the morning. Lazy, tired, properly waking each other up with pleasure.

If you’re into it and allow him to, he’d even actually wake you up like that. Big on somnophelia like that for the thought of pulling you out of your dreams and your sleep with pleasure. If he gets to the stage where he’s opened you up and his cock is filling you without you waking up until then, he’s oh so proud of himself. Would only do it if you’re comfortable though.

Very big on cockwarming. Watch a movie together on the couch and let him rest his cock in you from behind. Can evolve into spooning sex on the couch while making you try to keep your attention on the movie. His hand on your chin, keeping your face pointed to the screen while he whispers against your ear.

I said it before, he’s big. Long and thick and knows how to use it well. He’s a very hairy man all over but he keeps it neatly trimmed down there.

The h a p p y t r a i l of this man. Run your nails over it and it instantly sends blood rushing into his cock.

Overall, John will fuck you whenever he gets the chance. And by the gods he will show you what it’s like to be truly worshipped.

Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to interact or send me any asks, I’d love to chat ^^

Part 2

#john price x reader #captain john price #john price #captain john price x reader #cod x reader #price headcanons #call of duty mw2 #cod mw #price mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare x reader #nsft headcanon

[7ndipity]

All these yoongi asks got me all soft 🥺🥺 only the best for the honey boi, and you too.❤️

Can i request something too? 🥺👉👈 something completely opposite of fans hating idol's partner, like army liked oc a bit too much that yoongi is both glad and dumbfounded. weverse, bts twt, livestream comments, basically all is flooded with everything oc related and the company doesn’t know what to do atp. Looking for massive fluff and crack. ✨✨✨✨

*kith kith* uwu

The Fans Love Y/n

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: How Yoongi would handle his fanbase being massive fans of his S/o.

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks for requesting this! Once again, sorry it took me a bit to get to this, I hope you like it!

Masterlist

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When the two of you first decided to go public with your relationship, he was more than ready to protect and defend you, having seen many other idol’s partners harassed and hated on for the littlest thing. He was soo ready to fight anyone who so much as said ‘boo’ in your direction.

So imagine his relief, but also confusion, when you were met with an overwhelming wave of positivity and support.

Everyone was so excited, not only to see Yoongi in his ‘bf era’, but to see more content with you. You had always been the ‘friend’ behind the camera or stories that Yoongi told on livestream, so to finally get to see the two of you interacting was beyond cute for the fans.

Everytime one of you posts a photo of the two of you, everyone just gushes in the comments about how cute you look and how much they love getting to see you together.

“Look at the way Yoongi looks at them, he’s soo smitten.” “I mean, same tho? He’s so lucky.”

Whenever rude or hateful comments did show up, they would immediately come to your defense, shutting it down immediately.

He can’t help but smile tho when the fans ask about you constantly during his livestreams, even pretending sometimes to get jealous. “Why do you all keep asking about Y/n? I thought you came to see me.”

“‘Tell Y/n we love them.’ They already know, don’t worry.”

*Starts laughing* “‘Marry me Y/n?’ Yah, hang on a minute-!”

I think he would be hesitant to have you join him on a livestream, but if it becomes a frequent enough request, and if it was something you were comfortable with, he might consider it.

(If/when y’all finally do it, everyone would lose their gd minds. Getting to see you telling stories about dates/how you met, teasing each other for being shy on live, just being you together would make everybody melt)

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

#yoongi headcanons #yoongi scenarios #yoongi reaction #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #bts headcanons #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts requests #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts fluff #requests #7ndipity

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Thoughts you say? Sharing is caring yaknow? 👉👈

It was so unbelievably hot on stage. It always is, but today it was unbearable. Rain was struggling. His head was spinning, the heat was suffocating making it difficult for him to breath. He was sweating more then usual, he could feel it dripping from his neck all the way down his back. And he was hard. So unbelievably hard, he had been since the opening song. He was glad for his bass, covering the way he was throbbing in his pants, but he can’t help grinding into the sleek wood, the vibrations going right though him. 

And that was all before year zero. He’d honestly been so concentrated on keep time and trying not to blow a load in his pants, he completely forgot about Dew. About their little antic. 

It made him jump when he felt Dew slide up behind him, pressing his chest against Rain's back, a hand running across his chest, leaning up to whisper in his ear. 

“Can smell you from all the way on the other side of the stage.” Dews hand falls from his chest to his belly. “You’ve got poor baby Phantom all riled up, he’s never smelt a heat topside before.” Dew laughs. “He’s all but creaming his pants over you.” 

Rains eyes widen at Dews words. Just as he about to tell Dew he can’t be in heat, he feels a think blob for precum leaking from his tip and soaking into the denim of his jeans. 

 Dew laughs again, squeezing at Rain’s chest. 

“Phantom doesn’t know you’re mine does he? Doesn’t know that it’s my cock you beg for, my knot you cry over.” 

Rain gasps, rocking his hips into his bass harder, the vibrations making him twitch as leaks more pre into his pants. 

“Maybe I’ll have to show him after the show, how well you take, how prettily you beg for me to fill you with my kits.” 

Dews hand moves dangerously close to his throat now, threatening him with what’s to come. 

“I think I need to remind you too, that you’re mine . I can smell how wet you are, how desperate you are to get fucked. Even if you beg for everyone to fuck you, you’ll always belong to me.” 

Dew wraps his hand around Rain’s throat, squeezing at the sides. Rain moans, his head tipping back to rest on Dew shoulder. He feels himself get light headed as Dew squeezes harder, hears Dews sinister laugh as he pants out with a pathetic whimper. 

“Dew, Dew, I’m-oh god-I’m gunna-“ He gets choked off as Dew squeezes even harder. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Show the entire show who you below too. Show them who makes you cum so easily.” 

Rain tenses, then shudders with a moan so loud that Copia’s head whips around to look at them. His belly ripples with the intensity, he feels himself twitching and throbbing in his jeans as he cums. There’s so much, wet and sticky, coating the inside of his jeans and damping the fabric and making it stick to this thighs in an uncomfortable way. 

He sags against Dew as he comes down, but the fire ghoul just laughs at him again, stepping back, making Rain stumble back, his legs still weak. 

“Good luck hiding that during final bows.” Thags the last thing Dew says before he’s off and o the other side of the stage before Rain and even register what happened. 

He looks down, as subtly as he can, confused by Dew means. There’s a wet patch. A big one. And it’s only spreading more, the fabric soaking up his release. He moans, he can’t help it, feeling himself twitch once again, he never really went soft in the first place, and grinds his hips back into his bass, feeling the warm and sticky wetness slide against the sensitive head of his cock. He’s fucked for final bows, everyone will know what he did, so there’s no harm in making it worse now. 

#So I have some thoughts about wet boy rain #ficlet #This is basically a ficlet at this point #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #Rain ghoul #My writing

[cloudcountry]

Asshfhfjg congrats on the 1k omg :D I get excited every time I see a post from you no cap ❤️🥹

Is it ok to send in a lil request for the event? 👉👈 Floyd + Comfort hehe

Hope you have a wonderful amazing day mwahmwah <3

I WANTED TO MAKE THIS FLUFFY BUT UHH.....its floyd comforting u with his violence. everyone has their own ways of comforting i suppose!

reader is implied to be an octavinelle student & they work at the mostro lounge. they're literally just as devious as floyd sigh!!

you have an amazing day too!!!! thank you sm for being so sweet C: sending you a floyd hug!!! <33

FLOYD LEECH + COMFORT (1k event details)

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A clearly intentional shove from an Octavinelle student was all it took for you to crash to the Mostro Lounge floor, the platter full of drinks spilling out of your hands and shattering in an array of colors. Your hands were scraped from the glass and your knees hurt, but you still stumbled up with rage in your eyes as the Octavinelle students gaped in mock surprise.

“Aww, did that hurt? Let me get you a towel.” one of them coos, and even though he sounds concerned you could tell how mocking he's being.

“Don’t need it.” you reply coolly, tightening those bloody hands into fists, “Do your job. Or else you’ll fall behind me, you know?”

Another student gets real close to your ear, looking absolutely furious.

“Don’t talk to us like that. A little shrimp should know their place. The Leech brothers and Azul aren’t here to protect you, so what are you gonna do?”

“Ehhh? Who said I wasn’t here?”

The students jump away, and you take great pleasure in their alarmed expressions. Floyd looms over them, a sour look on his face as he surveys the mess.

“Shrimpy, what happened here?” he places his hands on your shoulders, not taking his eyes off the students for a second.

“They were just a bit clumsy.” one of the boys tries to explain, but Floyd cuts him off with a harsh glare.

“Shut your mouth, tidewrack. I wasn’t talking to you.” he hisses, “I smell blood, Shrimpy. Did these guys hurt you?”

“No.” you hold your head high, looking down on the students to show just how unaffected you are by their stupid scheme.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to let them off the hook, though.

“Well, not really. They just shoved me from behind and messed up Table Two’s order, broke five precious Mostro Lounge glasses, wrecked the floor, and injured an employee. But it was all just an unfortunate accident.” you say, and there’s a twinge of satisfaction when you see their faces turn more and more frightened (because there’s no doubt Floyd looks furious.)

“I’ll take care of them, Shrimpy.” Floyd finally tears his eyes away to look at you, a soft smile on his face as he rolls up his sleeves, “You go get Jade to clean up those cuts, alright?”

“Alright.” you smile back, grabbing his tie and tugging him down so you can kiss him, “Don’t hurt them too bad, sweetness.”

#i just think that villainous couples >>>>> #auburn's 1k event <3 #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #twst #floyd fluff #floyd leech is a silly guy #floyd x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech fluff #tidewrack is beach trash btw

[my-soupy-brain]

woild you be interested in writing ted x plus size reader, her being nervous about taking her clothes off and their first time 🥺👉👈

As a curvy girlie, I think about this a lot because Ted finds beauty in everyone, and he loves everything you and especially the things that make you nervous yourself. So let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (F)

Warnings: Body image/body image concerns, comfort, smut

Note: Taking some liberties about where reader is self-conscious

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Having Ted over for dinner was a great idea for your eighth date.

Yes, eighth date. It was going well with a certain coach Ted Lasso. He was charming and romantic, sweet and kind. Gentle and loving.

And oh so sexy.

Making out with him was a dream come true. The way his hands cupped your face, his fingers went through your hair, how they trailed down the side of your body...

You pushed yourself closer to him, eager to have his hands around you, maybe encourage him away from the fleshy roundness of your hips. You wanted...more. You were ready for more...

But he was healing from divorce; you were healing from your own break-up. You decided to take it slow. And slow is good. But difficult, because every time you're around him, you want to jump on him and kiss him breathless.

Slow was good though.

You'd be lying if you hadn't thought about your first time with him. Yes, you want it, but you're also...nervous.

You've seen Michelle - petite and thin, blonde hair, a big smile. You've seen Sassy, tall, and thin, dark hair, a big smile.

Even the women he works with like Rebecca and Keeley look like they fell off runways and walked right into Nelson Road.

You and Ted lean back into the bed, making out. The hormones and suppression of desire over the previous dates are running away with the moment and you're letting it.

When he crawls between your legs, and cups your face in his hands, you could melt. As he moves his hands down lower... lower... under your shirt...

"Hey, hey," Ted nudges you with his nose, "Why you hidin' from me?"

Your hands and forearms cover your belly, and Ted tries to move them.

"You don't... need to..." you try to mutter, hoping he brings his attention back to kissing you. Though realistically, if you want to further, this is inevitable. But...

The thoughts and images of the other women he's been with, and knows, tumble through your mind.

"I'm not... I'm not like them..." you're murmuring. Ted's eyes are scrunched in worry.

"That's good, sugar," he whispers, kissing your cheek, your neck. "I don't want them. I want you."

His hands slowly pull yours away from your body, and he looks down at you. You wish you could disappear into the mattress, get sucked inside it like quicksand.

"There's my girl," he whispers in a low voice, his hands and fingers dragging over your sides, down your breasts. He leans back over you and touches you while he kisses you, his voice a low growl against your chest. He pulls away for just a moment...

"God, touchin' you is like magic, honey," Ted says, rambling. His hair is soft and falling over his forehead, his eyes are black with lust. "So warm, so gorgeous... like a goddamn goddess."

When your eyes meet his he smiles.

"There she is," he says to himself, his finger tracing down your cheek.

He kisses you again with passion, his hand climbing under your shirt, skating your soft curves.

"You wanna take this off, or leave it on," Ted whispers. "Or we can stop. You call the shots, honey."

You don't wanna stop. You've wanted him more than anything. And you can tell how he looks at you, how he touches you, that he does think you're beautiful.

"Take it off."

Ted smiles and leans closer his hands unbuttoning it all the way down, helping you push it off your shoulders, which once bare to him, he kisses softly. Your hands immediately cover your middle, keeping one in place and using the other to cup his face.

"So warm, so...fucking sexy..." he rumbles, and he means business when he curses like that. He kisses your neck, trailing down your chest. And then he spots your arms.

He gently places his big hand on yours, and slowly tries to move it away. He feels resistance and smiles gently.

"I ain't gonna make ya do anything, sugar," he whispers. "But will ya believe me if I tell ya y'got nothing to worry 'bout?"

Your eyes meet his -- big, loving, gentle, dark. His soft lips and groomed mustache. His expressive eyebrows.

"Listen, I don't know what's goin' on in that beautiful noodle of yours," Ted says softly, his fingertips drifting over your hand still.

"But if this is about how y'look? To me? Well, shoot. I can't think of anything more beautiful than you," he adds. "I'm fallin' for ya for that laugh of yours, when you throw your head back. And those eyes I can get lost in. Your touch and your soft spirit. Those lips I can't pull away from like a gravitational pull..."

"And yeah, I ain't gonna lie, I'm pretty damn smitten with how you feel in my hands. Every inch of you is perfect to me."

Your eyes go big when he says this because he's telling the whole damn truth, as Ted Lasso is wont to do.

"Ted..."

Ted smiles, leaning into your lips.

"Now, you just say the word and we can stop right here. I care more about you than anything that might come next."

You blush wildly, his hand drifting over yours, then up your arm.

When your arm falls back to your side, he runs his hands over your body, along the hills and valleys.

"Absolutely goddamn gorgeous," he whispers as your lips meet. You can't help but smile.

And that's how you ended up tangled with Ted, your hands running under his shirt, which quickly strips off and...

"See? I got a tummy, honey," he jokes as you marvel at him, as he brings your hands to his torso to touch.

You smile and blush, and he smiles back at you, his bare, masculine hairy chest meeting your soft-skinned one.

"Ahhhh... we fit together like peanut butter n' jelly," Ted whispers, his lips kissing the outside of your ear, down your neck, while his hand travel all places.

His tongue caresses yours as he slides into you, every worry you had melts out of your skull. His hips meet yours, his cock stretching you and molding to you, your fingers dragging down his skin. He growls a little when his hands hold the fleshy roundness of your hip.

"Made for me," he mumbles, his lips against your neck again. He gets harder the more you breathe, and when his name slips out of your mouth in a moan, it almost does him in.

As you suspected - and as you wanted - it's not "fucking" with Ted. It's making love.

Every pass of his hands, every word he utters, every kiss he delivers, comes from love and adoration. He looks at you with an affection that makes your breath catch.

It doesn't take long to clutch onto his shoulders, cry out his name, and watch his hips stutter and follow you into climax. His body pulses above you, your chests pressed together...

"God, doll," he pants after a moment, making you chuckle. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gazes down at you. "You're just..."

You wait.

"Perfect."

And with that, Ted holds you close, his hand around your back, drifting down your side and to your tummy. You don't even flinch. He loves touching every inch of you, and you welcome it with open arms.

You welcome it now on your first night together.

You welcome it on the first night you move in with him.

You welcome it on your wedding day.

And you welcome it after it softens after the birth of your first baby.

You're Ted's favorite piece of art to touch, and always will be.

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This took way longer to write than I expected because as a plushy girl, this meant a lot to me too! So thanks for this fic request. No doubt Ted would love every inch of you, inside and out.

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[techs-goggles9902]

Hello! a couple things

1 youre so freakin awesome and i love your writing

2 what does your nickname ge'tal mean?

3 are you willing to write something sweet and fluffy for fives x reader x echo?? like theyre not dating each other just both dating reader and its all lovey and completely okay w everyone if not maybe just echo x reader? 👉👈

Mr. Echolocation (Echo x GN!Reader)

Summary: Echo’s on leave (thank Maker)

Warnings: none just fluff. THIS CAN BE EITHER PRE OR POST CITADEL ECHO

Word Count: 484

A/N: Hi!!! I wish I know who you are, anon!! 1) THANK YOU 2) Ge’tal means “red” in Mando’a and my pookie bear Jamie AKA Ka’ra named me that 😊 3) okay, I spent a long time simmering on this. I’m comfy writing it but I’m not sure how and I don’t want to give you a crap story so I chose the latter option 🥺 I’m sorry though!!! I’ve been dealing with stomach and leg issues so I’m really sorry I took a while to answer :(

Requests are open! See Masterlist for details!!!!

Echo’s fingers drum against his chest softly, the only sound other than your quiet snoring. He returned from his latest mission yesterday afternoon, spoiling you with so many loving kisses.

His hazel eyes drift over to you. The gentle curvature of your figure nestled beneath your bed sheets brought a warm feeling to Echo’s chest. He slowly turns onto his side to face you, bringing his warm hand to your cheek, brushing over the bone.

“Cyare… are you awake?” He whispers, soft enough that if you were still sleeping, he wouldn’t wake you.

“Mmmm… no,” you reply, your voice laced with sleep. Your eyes crack open to find Echo’s staring at yours through the darkness.

“Oh, okay,” he grins, his thumb brushing over your soft lips.

“Mr. Echolocation, it’s barely tomorrow… why’re you awake?” You ask as he pulls you closer and curls a leg around your own.

“I didn’t wanna sleep… ‘cause then I’ll miss out on time with you,” his eyes look so innocent, his eyebrows just barely knitting together and turning up in the middle. His little pout that always makes you fold during arguments or spats.

His gentle fingers gliding along your soft skin, down your cheek, tracing your Adam’s apple, tugging slightly at the collar of your sleep shirt.

“You may be here today, gone tomorrow… but it’s the fact you made it home, no?” You groggily mumble, this time pulling him closer and burying your face in the warmth of his neck.

“Yeah… home to you.’ He presses a kiss to the top of your head, your hair ticking his lips.

“Go to sleep… we have tomorrow to have fun.”

”Is that an order?”

”Yes, it is, Mr. Echolocation.”

A soft chuckle leaves Echo’s lips as his breathing becomes more and more even and quieter.

How you managed to escape Echo’s grasp, you have no idea. The man barely moves in his sleep, his arms never releasing you throughout the night. You would’ve stayed in bed longer, just to watch him get quality rest for once.

The way his ARC Trooper expression softens in sleep, the tight muscles finally smoothing back into his skin, makes your heart melt. Even thinking about it makes a small grin creep onto your lips as you stand at your stove to make breakfast - real breakfast.

You’re so lost in thought you don’t hear the soft footsteps behind you. You only come out of your trance when you feel Echo’s arms snaking around your waist from behind, his chin resting in the crook of your neck.

“You left me, cyare… wake me up next time.”

“No, you need the sleep, Echo. Plus, you’re cute in the mornings.”

”What, I’m not cute all the time?”

”Oh, you…”

His gruff - yet warm - chuckle sends a ripple down your throat and through the vertebrae of your spine.

“I love you, cyare.”

”I love you, Mr. Echolocation.”

Cyare = beloved [sha-rey]

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[zoeykallus]

Hi! I love your writing!

You are super! 💕❤💕

Keep it up!💪🥰

How would Crosshair (whole tbb can be too) react to reader who is very nice and smiles all the time? Would it annoy him? Does her smile mean he just can't be mean to her?

👉👈 I sorry and thank you! ❤

Aloha!

Thanks! 😁😊 I'm trying!

Interesting idea.... Sorry you had to wait so long for this, still digging through my inbox like Scrooge McDuck through his money 😅 meaning there is a lot in there...

Okay, let's see...

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - The Eternal Smile

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Let's start with your favorite...

Crosshair

Don't get the wrong ideas, he can be mean to everyone, even more so to the ones close to him (In well-measured doses, mostly). Teasing is part of his love language.

Before he gets more or less used to it, it will make him feel uneasy at first.

At some point, you will hear a grumpy, "Your smile is cute, but you don't have to smile every time I say something."

You shrug and say, "I like listening to you, I like you, why shouldn't I smile when you say something"?

He doesn't know how to respond to that for now. He will occasionally roll his eyes or frown about it, but he actually likes to see you smile. Crosshair likes you, but he won't tell you that right away. Have a little patience and don't let him upset you, he would never want you to be sad. That's just the way he is.

At a certain point, you are no longer called kitten for him, but smiley face, affectionately of course.

Echo

Generally, he is enraptured by your smile. The first time you smile at him, he warms up and gives you a shy smile back. Echo loves your warm, affectionate nature, and he enjoys that smile.

He likes to imagine that this soft, little grin, belongs to him alone.

"You look so pretty when you smile," he tells you dreamily.

In the background, Crosshair hums, "I wonder what she looks like when she's not smiling."

Echo frowns and says, "Beautiful, too."

"How would you know? She smiles even when she sleeps," the Sniper sneers.

Echo raises his brows and asks dryly, "You watch her when she sleeps?"

Crosshair looks at him, startled, then at you.

"No!" he says hastily and runs off in a hurry.

Echo looks at you again with a smirk. He can't get enough of you.

Wrecker

He is a lively, cheerful guy. Wrecker has a big heart, and he loves people who are kind and loving. In your presence he feels very comfortable, that smile has enchanted him, he can not get enough of it.

Wrecker will do anything to see you smile and laugh, compliments, jokes, small loving gestures. You have his full attention, as soon as that adorable smile appears on your lips, he is like under a spell.

Tech

He smiles back shyly each time. Tech likes your warm nature. Most of all, he likes how attentively and well you listen. He likes to open up to you and share all kinds of new ideas.

Tech likes to be in your company; you make him feel understood. Even though you don't really understand everything he tells you, it feels like you understand what makes him tick, and he appreciates your warm patience.

When he tells you something, and you smile at him, it warms his heart. Apart from echoing, most people stop listening at a certain point or tell him to stop talking, but not you. Tech is now addicted to every little smile from you.

Hunter

He smiles back, of course, clearly, with a wink now and then. Hunter loves your smile, the way it makes your face shine. He may not always understand how you can be so patiently cordial, but he really likes that quality about you.

He feels comfortable with you, feels at home, or the way he imagines the cozy feeling of a good home. Hunter likes to flirt, your smile is practically like an invitation, a welcome invitation. You should expect him to compliment you more often and say nice things to you whenever he sees your smile.

He often brings you flowers from the road when he was out in nature, just to see your sweet, grateful little smile.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[gglitch1dd]

Fatgum with a breeding kink would be SO GOOD. Maybe a little further, though? Maybe someone's discovered with a fertility quirk, a little quirk marriage with Fatgum would be fun 👉👈 constantly being filled by the big man at his full size making sure you're not leaving his bed.

WELL HELLO TO YOU TOO!! You've intrigued me.

FATGUM X FEM READER. BREEDING KINK

Now I LOVE fatgum. In my culture, men that are big means that they are happy. And it is big boy season after all, so why not. You had me at fatgum, fertility and breeding kink.

Note: NSFW, Breeding king, Chubby reader friendly (reader is described to be soft and plump), arranged marriage, Fatgum being a sucker for his new wifey.

Now ProHero Fatgum, Taishiro Toyomitsu, is a very busy guy. He is in the top fifty proheroes, is a beloved hero and is often too tired or exhausted from work to date. He focuses on his agency, his lovely interns, amazing sidekicks and just one work in general Not that he hasn't tried. He has. He's tried dating but society isn't often kind towards the bigger guys. The MUCH bigger guys in his case.

Now the biggest problem about this was that he was a romantic, he wanted to find love and he wanted to have someone to come home to after a long day of hero work. Was that really so bad to ask for.

However, after some hero mingling and noticing pros starting to get partners one by one, Taishiro found out that the Hero Commission did courting work for heroes. More like arranged marriages so to speak. Quirk compatibility, likes, dislikes, personalities, you name it. It's something they did to make their heroes' lives better. So Taishiro thought why not. He was more of an optimist anyways so he decided to give it a shot.

One of the scariest things about the Commission is how well they know people. How well they know their heroes.

Which is how Taishiro met you. Sweet lovely you.

When he first met you, admittedly he was nervous. You looked so beautiful. Kind and sweet. You were gorgeous to him. You had a soft element to him, supple and filled out in all the right places. You had a smile on your face that made him just want to melt and not to mention the way you looked at him with such warm eyes. He thought he would die a happy man just having met you.

You both quickly hit it off, with great conversation, nice laughs and jokes and a promise to see this through. So you were both now in the courting phase.

Now everyone at Fatgum's agency noticed how the big guy had an extra pump in his step nowadays. How he was smiling way more than usual, if that was even possible. At first he hadn't said a thing. What was he supposed to say? He wanted to keep you as his little secret. Nevermind that he was constantly thinking and texting you. He just found you to be a new light in his life.

Well you were carefully hidden under wraps until you came to Fatgum's agency carrying five large bentos and gifted it to him with a warm face and a nervous smile. Taishiro could have just burst into tears at how thoughtful you were. You knew he would be on lunch soon, you also knew he didn't pack himself lunch so you made some for him. He was so grateful for it and you left with a wave.

The look on Kirishima and Tetsutetsu's face when you left made Taishiro want to burst. "So there's a Mrs Fatgum huh?" Kirishima asked as he wiggled his eyebrows. Tetsu joined in only making others laugh at how red Taishiro had turned. He didn't mind though, if it meant seeing you everyday with little personalized bentos from you, he would let them tease him all day long.

Then once everything was up and great, you both got married. More of legally than the whole big bang wedding. Although Taishiro promised you a big wedding of your wanting soon. Which you honestly didn't mind.

You moved in with him and that's when your sweet whirlwind chance romance turned into something more.

There was one thing Taishiro kept guarded in his heart and that was just how much your quirk made him ache. A fertility quirk. A small one but it was there nonetheless. You were basically a walking plump breedable doll set to tempt him. And DAMN was he tempted alright.

He was so grateful that you were comfortable with him enough to be relaxed in the home you now shared together but, damn did he feel like it was going to drive him crazy. All the shorts you walked around in, the way you wanted to sleep in the same bed together and always snuggled up against him. So small compared to him. On his off days sometimes you would even greet him in the mornings with a plate of hearty breakfast and those beautiful silk pyjamas.

You were driving him insane.

He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you were his. And he felt bad sometimes about how much he had to jack off to the thought of you. How much he had to stay in the shower dreaming of your hands around him, on him.

He felt really bad about it, but he couldn't seem to stop. It was like a drug.

And God forbid when he heard you crying out his name when he came back from work early. He could only imagine what you were doing behind the door to the bedroom and yet, you sounded so angelic. You sounded like you needed him, like you were aching for him.

And now was no different, but this time he was going to do something about it.

It was one of the stay in mornings. A slow morning where you both could just enjoy the peace of each other in the morning light without the rush of getting to work or having to rush to meetings. Taishiro loved these type of mornings, however, when he woke up he didn't expect to find you whimpering and grinding on his leg.

At first he thought he was still asleep. This had to be a wet dream or something. Yet as he looked down at you at his side, your face strewn in want and frustration as whines escaped you, he knew like hell was this a dream. His face went red at the sight of you and yet he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

You buried your face in his warm, soft arm. You whimpered. "Taishiro..." You whispered. "P-please-"

Now if he had to wait another minute, he was going to die of blue balls. He is aware it is not a thing, but he is pretty DAMN SURE it is now.

Carefully placing a kiss to your face and neck, he kept a hand to the inside of your thigh, subtly waking you up. "Sweet thing..." He whispered. He might have been horny as fuck, and really not in the mood to be patient, but like hell was he not a gentlemen first. He smiled upon seeing your eyes slowly open and look up at him. You blinked up in slight confusion. "It's alright, sweet pear, I'm here. Looks like I haven't been taking care of you very right as your husband. I should apologise."

You shook your head as you wiped your eyes, a delicate smile on your face. "I don't mind, but... Taishiro." You moved your hips slightly, forcing his hand to move up closer to your waiting and aching sex. "Please..." You whispered.

With a single smile, thats how your whole relationship exploded.

Not a single day goes by where he isn't cock deep inside of you. He's sure he's fallen in love with your fertile cunt and just the way it grips him. He feels like he's in heaven every time he touches you. How could he possibly go out everyday calling himself a hero when he hasn't stuffed you full, and damn does he have much to give you. I mean, you're his pretty little wife.

"Taishiro!" You cried out as he had down on your hands and knees, him pounding inside of you so powerfully it made tears run down your face. You could barely breathe nevermind think. You were drooling as you moaned out in pleasure.

Taishiro had the biggest grin on his face. Cum already outlining his cock as he moved in and out of you. He loved fucking you out, it was beautiful watching you fall apart, utter bliss every time he filled you up. "There there, my darling." He caressed your ass sweetly as if he wasn't rearranging your insides simultaneously. "I gotta take care of you."

-Glitch1d

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[ssahotchnerr]

Katie Hi hi hi!! I hope this isn’t weird, but I saw that on some of your asks when talking about songs, a few Lana Del Rey songs were mentioned, and I was like 😏😏.

And now I can’t get the song Burning Desire out of my head 😫😫and thinking about having a crush on Aaron and it gets so bad that he’s the first and last thing in your mind each day. He’s in your dreams haunting you, and it has gotten to the point where only the fantasy of his hands holding your hips down as he rails you into the mattress, with his lips near your ear you can hear his breathy grunts with each thrust, can send you careening over the edge, each time with his name leaving your lips in the darkness of your room.

But it’s not enough because if dream him is this good, real Aaron dick down must be a transcendent experience so you start to wear work clothes that may be a tad too tight hoping to catch his attention. You also go out of your way to do little nice things for him like bring him coffee, or snacks and take the time to chat about not work things with him, because first, it brings that smile that lights up his face because YOU did something for him, and secondly yeah you’re thirsty asf for him but also he deserves some softness and kindness 🥺🥺❤

BUT ANYWAYS BACK TO THIRST THO(ugh)TS. when the team goes out for drinks or whatever, you start to wear things that are a little scandalous and the girls are like “ma’am who are you trying to seduce” and you’re like “no one” as you just stare at Aaron real hard like embarrassingly hard and you can hear giggles from the girls as they are like “sure”. And, and, and, you know it’s not appropriate and he probably doesn’t feel the same way because he’s the stern boss and would probably frown upon boss/subordinate relationships!!!

BUT SURPRISE YOU'RE WRONG BECAUSE HE HAS NOTICED HOW YOUR STARES LINGER ON HIM, THE SUBTLE FLIRTING, THE BRINGING HIM THINGS AND DONT FORGET THE TIGHTER CLOTHES. At first, he is like 🤔🤔? And making sure he isn’t reading into things because he definitely doesn’t want that HR nightmare for either one of you (he drinks that respect women juice). But after a while, as your little subtle gestures become less subtle and he can clearly tell what you’re up to he is like well as long as you're okay with it 😏😏??

So after one of the team outings, as everyone is leaving, Aaron lingers behind with you and just compliments how pretty and fitting your outfit looked tonight (and on the other nights) And you’re like :) :) :)? Because did you hear him wrong? And he can see the confusion on your face and he is like I mean it :) the outfit is very flattering and he places a hand on your forearm giving it a little squeeze along with giving you the look™. And in your head you’re like I’m about to bust because those hands that you have dreamed of are on you and your brain is filled with unholy thoughts, but outside your like 👉👈 thank you I’ve been trying some new things out and I’m glad it’s working it seems?

And he just smiles at you with that fucking dimpled smile and is like ‘it is working, and I would like to see more of it.’ And then he just squeezes your arm again softly, gives you a little wink, and leaves you with your mouth hanging open. Because number one, your dreams about this man are about to be top tier tonight but number two, you might get that desire that’s been burning you up quenched sooner than later :)

Alright, I’m done I’m sorry for my long ’i want Hotch to dick me down’ ted talk🥴🥴🥴. Time to go lay down and think thirsty thoughts.

minors dni

PLEASE AH okay so you've always been attracted and drawn to him, ever since the day you met him, but you never really surrendered to it. like, it made sense, he's a man of authority and incredibly handsome - having a little puppy love crush on him seems only natural. so again, you really didn't think too much of it nor act upon it.

but then it's game over once you start dreaming about him 😵‍💫

you literally just can't look at him the same way anymore. like after your first sexy dream about him hehe >:) you avoid eye contact with him the whole following day because you're so flustered and you know if you look at him, the only thing you'll be able to picture is him pounding into you <3 hehe you're in a briefing, looking at anything and everything that isn't him, he notices and asks you if you're okay. you have no other choice but to look at him, your mind immediately flashes with memories from your dreams and you're blushing profusely. you just nod, keeping your mouth shut because you have no idea what'll accidentally escape you if you do open it.

but the more dreams you have, that changes the game completely hehe >:) he's your last thought before you fall asleep, your dreams are consumed by him, and he's on your mind the second you wake up in the morning. he's actually all consuming. so you start wearing those tighter clothes, going out of your way to do lil things for him like bring him coffee or make conversation, just anything to be near him because every part of you just needs him; so much longing it's actually painful. like there's a pit of emptiness in you constantly when you're not around him.

and while you think you're kindaaa being subtle throughout, aaron notices the way you look at him. he notices your eyes checking him out and all the lingering stares- especially the ones on his hands or lips <333333 he's always been attracted to you as well, so at first he's convinced he's looking too much into it based on his own personal feelings. but then one day you can't help but compliment the way he looks in his suit, and as you do so, you also can't help but bite your lip ever so slightly <333 and then he's like oh ;). maybe now he can actually pursue this further because he's not alone in this ;)

omg and when you're out to drinks with the team - imagine other guys trying to hit on you (!!!!!!) and aaron is sitting there silently fuming. his own reaction surprises himself, like seeing you with someone who's not him? sure he was never fond of the idea, but actually witnessing it?? that's the last straw right there and it needs to stop. he should be the one making you touching you, making you smile and laugh, and it's driving him crazy that he's not the one getting your attention. like at work, it's clear where your attention is hehe and he's gotten so used to it, so that's the way it should always be. heheh you play along and flirt back with the others, solely to get a reaction out of him and it works. as if his eyes haven't been on you all night, he can't pull his stare away from you and he's not trying very hard to be subtle about it either. so as you're leaving the bar for the night, you can basically feel his front against your back. he's crowding so close to you and it gives every part of you butterflies, especially when he leans in and tell you how flattering your clothes look on you, he can't pull his eyes off of you or maybe he just flat out says you've been driving him crazy all night >:)

at first you're like ??? questioning if this real life or one of your dreams?? but THEN he gives you that dimpled smile, followed by that look, and repeats himself and places his hand on the small of your lower back and you're like YUP this is definitely not a dream it's too way real 😵‍💫😵‍💫 heheh and it doesn't take very long for allllll those dreams to come true <3 and you thought right!!!! the real thing puts all your dreams to shame; it's so much better than anything you could've possibly imagined

also- i literally just associate EVERY lana song with him it's impossible not to 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and ughghg everything you said was just PERFECT ugh longing and sexual tension with aaron <333 YES PLEASE WHERE DO I SIGN UP

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[dontforgetoctober3rd]

Short little Rhaemond drabble about Aemond doing The Most™️ when helping Rhaena with her hair...

👉👈😙

(A no Dance AU, they are long since married, everyone happy yada yada yada etc. )

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Aemond Targaryen was not particularly showy in public with his affections in the beginnings of his marriage. However, this did not mean he held no love for his wife. He was very much in love with Rhaena, but his rigid upbringing did not make him feel comfortable expressing his emotions openly the way so many others did and instead Aemond at first channeled his love into acts of service involving his bride’s hair.

The prince would make a habit of arriving to Rhaena’s chambers early enough that she was still getting ready for the day, and every few weeks he would simply sit and talk with her while her maids went through the process of freshening up her tresses. Until one day to her surprise, the fifth time Rhaena was getting her locks tightened and maintained, Aemond shooed away the maids and set to the work himself.

“I did not know you were experienced in the art of hair care, my love,” Rhaena joked, moving her head at his slight nudges whenever he selected a new loc.

“I’ve seen the maids at it often enough.” Aemond fastened a clutch of locs to Rhaena’s head with a long pin, getting them out of the way of the one he was to work on next. “I can do this for you just as well as they can.”

“So you can,” Rhaena smiled to herself. His hands, so adept with a sword and so skilled with the bow, were soft on her scalp. He was gentle as could be.

“I’ve also found a new tonic for your hair. To brighten the color with your regular washing in between your maintenance days...”

“Oh?”

“Queen Visenya would use it. Her own recipe. Not that you need it but I know how much you admire her and her famous concoctions. This one was buried deep in a food recipe book, of all things.” Rhaena hummed and enjoyed the information Aemond dumped on her as he would continue his work.

As time went on, Rhaena felt more comfortable asking Aemond for his opinions over a new accessory or headpiece to wear, often among guests at a ball or feast. He was usually seen toying with a strand of her hair, growing more comfortable himself in openly showing his love.

Being a royal, people often talk of you and your habits and with Prince Aemond and Lady Rhaena it was no different. First, it had been of the unlikeliness of their betrothal due to their less than amicable childhood. Now, the topic was of Rhaena having her hair looked after by her husband.

Many men of the keep thought it unseemly for a husband to have a fascination with his wife’s hair. Men were supposed to be warriors and rulers of their household, not lower themselves to participate in such frippery as looking after their wife’s hair...

One unfortunate day, one man was bold enough to voice this very opinion at training. Aemond swiftly and without hesitation shot an arrow through his jaw, not killing the man but doing it in such a way that his tongue was skewered through and rendered useless. No one rushed to the man’s side. Aemond called for a maester as he would call for a fresh horse. He tossed the bow to a shocked squire and walked over to the sword table, picking one as he spoke loudly and clearly.

“Let this be a lesson for all of you: my habits concerning my wife are not up for you to discuss,” he declared, picking up a sword and brandishing it. “I’m loathe to have all of you think me weak-willed and unable to handle a jest or hearing your opinions, so let me put you at ease: you can say whatever you wish of me. Talk of my missing eye, like you have for years. Continue talk of my position as a lowly second son. Talk of my lack of decorum at Lady Laena’s funeral all those years ago.” Aemond’s manner of speaking was light, not a hint of wrath in his voice, making his words all the more chilling.

The men remained frozen, the injured man continued screaming as the arriving maester attempted to staunch the flow of blood. Prince Aemond continued. “However, if you feel the need to speak of my lady wife in such a way that the things I do for her are to be perceived as....demeaning..know that your blood will be spilled. That is all.” With an unconcerned air, as if he had just finished giving instructions for the day to an attendant, he turned to clash with Ser Criston and continued training as the man he injured was dragged away.

Needless to say, no man in the red keep felt the need to give voice to such views again and Prince Aemond continued to care for Lady Rhaena’s hair.

#LISTEN I LOVE WRITING CORNY SHIT OK DON’T JUDGE MEEEEEE #rhaemond #rhaena x aemond #aemond targaryen #Rhaena Targaryen #back on my rhaemond bullshit 👉👈🥰 #come and get y’all juice #plz judge me kindly my writing is not the best lmao 😅😅😅😅 #but I try #dear god do I try 😭 #I want to get good at writing and the only way is to embarrass myself on this hellsite I guess 😪 #this is so Aemond centric tho...my goal is to write more Rhaena centric stuff soon...

[dreamties]

Okay okay hear me out

Johnny with like a much shorter (I’m talking like 5’3) gf who’s also chubby

Just like a really soft sweet chubby gal, maybe she’s a lil insecure about her body type and it confuses him because he thought she was pretty either way if that makes sense??? Like he doesn’t get why she’s insecure he thinks she’s the prettiest person ever 😭

Okay so . . . I'm hearing you out on this SO HARD !!!! Ughhh I can totes imagine this !! ((also you sent in another ask like this?? sorry if i had originally interpreted this as a request and it wasn't?? 😭😭 idk hope you enjoy <3333))

Also also also... i would love to explore this prompt more in the future, if anyone has additional thoughts to spare <333 👉👈 apologies for any spelling errors

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Johnny cares about his own appearance . . . In the sense if he doesn't upkeep his beauty, how else is he gonna pick up prey at the bar?

One of the other talented fic writers on this site, I don’t remember who <:O said he would have learned a lot about "how to act" through television. Now, I don't think he had much access to television, except when he was much younger and the slaughterhouse was still running. The one at the bar will also play old films or news stations that come in all funny. . . Anyways !! All of that absolutely applies to this too!! He's seen pretty boys on magazines that Drayton always glares at him for staring at them too long. He knows what girls are "supposed" to like and he feels confident in pulling it off. That's sort of where that desire begins and ends though. While I think the Slaughter family can care about looks- they each have personal, preferred taste- it's not high on their list of wants. It's always a delightful bonus when their partner is a cutie <3333

Johnny is such a little trickster !! Like what a little greaseball he's so annoying sometimes *sob emoji*

At the beginning of the relationship, he's gonna tease ya about your height. Not your body weight though, it's never polite to comment on a lady's weight.

He tends to pick on everyone though. It's like some demented love language, it seems.

Anytime you make a face or a disgruntled noise about it, he seems so confused??? Like what's up with you??? You never get like this. Why are you being weird around him . . .

Basically- gets annoyed that you're annoyed at him for "no reason"

If Johnny has had other partners before this, his handling of the situation would be different. I am in the camp of strongly believing you are his first partner tho <33333

So you're gonna have to spell it out for this mean ol guy cause he doesn't understand these "social cues" cause he's never quite seen it with his folks, and you can't really interpret gestures like yours in magazines and novellas and stuff. He's just a lil lost, why don’t ya give him a hand, huh?

You tell him your worries: that you feel inadequate to be his girlfriend. That you're small and chubby and he deserves someone who is just . . . more than that.

He's lookin at ya all bug eyed and funny the whole time Ya scared him half-to-death, darlin! He thought something was seriously wrong (side note: just because Johnny doesn't take it real seriously- at first- does not mean that it doesn't matter or isn't serious irl at all <333 stay safe out there folks)

She pouts, turning her head at her shoulders and swiveling her body- hands clenching her arms in a crisscross- away from him.

Johnny pulls a face. What had he done this time? He approaches her cautiously, as to not spook her- she had argued for him to leave her outside for right then. He wasn't having much of that.

"Darlin'?" His hand lands on her shoulder, not quite as gentle as he should be with his love. She turns her head the other way, hoping this will somehow make her able to evade any heated arguments. "Darlin', no no- c'mon."

He's not one to give up, though. Which- in this moment- she hates that was one of the qualities she fell in love with him over. The drive, compassion; the awful persistence he had.

She sniffles, not wanting to cry over some- dumb comment he made. A stupid inference of her body to something else. She had half the mind to be angry, instead. She couldn't be angry at Johnny, though. At least not so . . . forthright.

"S'just, you're always teasin me for my height, Johnny. And- and I know you're just holdin' your tongue about my body."

Johnny looks at her with an incredulous squint. "What?"

"I get it, Johnny. But it's no need to tease me for it." He's slow on the uptake. The gears finally turn and whirr into life. He sets his palm, steady and firm, to her shoulder. His fingers curling against her clothed body gently.

"Ah, sweet-cheeks. I think you're stunning. I haven't been teasin' ya." His lover interrupts him with a look. She returns her head strictly to its position.

"Yeah, yeah, I have been. I know. I love you, though. You're sweet, darlin. Hottest girl I've ever laid my eyes on. Now stop pouting." She's feeling much better already. She wants to pout more just to spite him, which makes her giggle audibly. "C'mon. Let me kiss you," he smiles when he hears her laugh. It's toothy, it's sharp. It's inviting, though. "Look at you, sweet thing. Smilin' already. C'mere."

She turns around, letting Johnny pull her into a tight embrace. Kissing the top of her head, her cheek, her pretty lips. Lips he hopes she'll let him kiss a dozen times over.

She still weeps in his arms, less from the residual sad feelings and more from just how sweet her man could be.

"Love you too, John."

(Is calling him john sacrilege . . . it nearly feels like it should be. but i couldnt help write this bit like that hehe <3333)

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[finniestoncrane]

Idea! How would the Riddlers (and maybe Ozzy too 👉👈) react to/comfort s/o being sad because they gained a little weight and their favorite clothes don't fit anymore? (Also sorry that this is like the fourth request/prompt I've sent, but I love your writing so much)

Riddlers and Weight Gain

Riddler Headcanons oh god thank you! this was so cute, it hurt my heart, and adding ozzie in was just *chef's kiss* mostly because i know exactly what i would want from him ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: weight-gain, weight-loss, exercise, clothing, mostly fluff but some suggestive language

unburied

ok this might not be what you want to hear right now, but he can't contain the excitement. does this mean, that if you have to buy clothes in a bigger size, that he can borrow them and wear them as oversized things? he thinks he would look very cute in something big and also, everyone would know that he was with someone soft who let him borrow their things. oh sorry, you wanted comfort? why? you still look cute, and the important thing is that he is going to benefit somehow

capullo

the more of you there is, the more he can grab at. he's always been a fan of the way bodies jiggle when he ruts into them so this just makes the whole experience better. and look, so your clothes don't fit as well anymore. how is that a problem? the solution is simple: don't wear clothes anymore. you can feel perfectly fine to walk around naked in front of him, in fact it is preferable

gotham

this is nothing more than a fluctuation or a slightly different state of your body. human biology would dictate that there is no stasis in the human form. as for the clothes, what a delightful little problem to solve. to be fair, your wardrobe was rather drab. not nearly enough patterns or green. maybe this is the push you needed to become more extravagant, and he is more than happy to help you achieve that

twojar

oh would you like to be his gym buddy? he's a big fan of working out. and spending time with you, in tight clothes, getting all hot and sweaty and grunting OOF. he can make up a routine for you both! he can spot you if you'd like, and then spot you again in the locker rooms, maybe spot you in the shower cubicle too, maybe again once you're both home? or in fact, he actually knows a super good workout that requires too people and a whole lot of effort...

telltale

yes. he has noticed. and yes. he is very intrigued. look if he's being honest, your clothes could stand to be a bit tighter anyway. he hates to sound "old-fashioned" and "sexist" but he would rather you wore some form-fitting clothes that showed off your figure than the baggier things you're usually walking around in. plus whatever you think you've gained, you're carrying it well.

dano

oh! ok well his wardrobe is filled with big t-shirts and hoodies and he would be so happy to see you walking around, smelling like him. if you want, he can help you find some new clothes that suit you better. he'd spend all of his money on you, just to make you happy. but uh...if it's ok for him to say, you look extra soft and huggable like this and if it's not bothering you too much, you could consider staying that way

young justice

huh, now that you mention it, he did notice your cheeks looked extra cute and chubby lately. which he hopes you're ok with him mentioning, and that you'll let him kiss them a lot. guess what though, you could look however you wanted and to him you'd still be perfect. because you choose to be with him, and really that's all he was looking for in a partner. someone that willingly spent time with him and wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him

arkham

uh yeah, what do you want him to do? he has no idea why you've asked him for help. he's been wearing the same shirt for...how long has he been down here?...it can't really be months now, can it...? so something is tight, tear it a bit, make room. in fact, he would be more than willing to help you with the tearing clothes off of you part of that process. you're more than welcome to borrow some of his vest tops. they expose enough of him, he can only imagine how much of you they might put on display

lil bonus ozzie

hey, you're as gorgeous as you were before and as gorgeous as you'll be if you get bigger or smaller too. but if it would make you feel better, how about daddy takes you out on a shopping spree for a whole new wardrobe, huh sweetheart? and you can maybe get some cute new underwear for later so he can really get into showing you just how absolutely perfect he thinks you are

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[divinegrey]

double-edged blade / reyna x f!reader x fade

what's this? another two person prompt? love doing these <3 they're very fun! enjoy, everyone!

prompt: Jealous Reyna and Fade when they see you talking (borderline flirting) with our dearest Sage and deal with the problem themselves 👀 Definitely not because I want them both to be mean to me 👉👈

words: 2100

warnings: reyna and fade being SO mean, nsfw themes, cursing

“Sage, dinner was delicious,” you say, putting your hand on Sage’s arm as she washes her hands at the sink. You’ve only chewed through half of your plate, but with the amount of food Sage made for the entire crew, you’ve got only a short amount of time to eat if you want to get seconds (seeing that Neon can inhale three plates without stopping). At Sage’s soft laugh, you tap her shoulder. “I’m serious! Don’t tell anyone else, but I think you’ve got a better touch than Raze does.” 

Sage glances at you in the corner of her eyes. “Careful, you’re treading into dangerous territory. Cypher’s already heard you.” 

You lean against the countertop, using your chopsticks to pick up the char siu on your plate. When you’re sure you’ve got a good grip on it, you hold it out to Sage, a smirk curling on your lip. 

“Come on, a chef needs to taste her food!” You say, wiggling your shoulders and bouncing your eyebrows in the most annoying way possible, but it works like a charm. Sage, with one hand resting on the counter, opens her mouth just enough for you to place the barbecue pork into it. You lean on your back foot, holding your arms by your side. “Eh! Isn’t it great?” 

“Fine, fine, you’re correct. It’s delicious,” Sage says, grabbing the last empty plate from the counter. 

“Another win for you. I’ll have to add that to the tally for the week,” you say, referencing the calendar where everyone votes on who made the best food that week. On the leaderboard is, unsurprisingly, Sage with Cypher and Neon behind, and then Fade in a close fourth, whenever she makes food. It’s a rare event, but it’s always a unanimous agreement. 

Sage gives you a shake of her head paired with a singular roll of her eyes toward you. “At least wait until the week is over, at least.” 

“I’m sure I could bribe a few people to skew their vote,” you say, brushing your knuckles along Sage’s shoulder as you pass by her. 

While you do, your eyes cast over to the large eating area on base— the younger agents are crowded around the TV at that seating area, watching a local football game that was recorded last night. Phoenix is yelling, sounding entirely too British for his own good. But as your eyes slide over to the quieter area with more of the older agents (Sova, Omen, and Cypher are speaking in soft tones, you note), your eyes catch the gaze of two women. 

Reyna and Fade, sitting side by side, are murmuring to each other, Reyna speaking directly into Fade’s ear while staring at you. Fade has her plate in her lap, fork in her other hand. 

Oh, you know exactly what they’re thinking. 

“Wanna go sit?” You ask Sage, pointing to the table where Skye and Viper are conversing. With a smile, Sage nods. You offer your arm like the gentlewoman you are. Sage humors you and loops her arm through. 

Dinner is always an event that passes by quickly; between chatting with the others and catching up, it’s an opportunity for you to become closer with the Agents of the protocol. Some more closely than others. You spare another glance to the two women watching you like hawks in the corner, before straightening out. 

“I’m stuffed,” you say, leaning back in the chair. Skye nods in her head in agreement, flopping dramatically onto the wood before the two of you start laughing, much to Viper and Sage’s amusement. Righting yourself, you continue; “I’m going to wash up and head to the training room. I got my fuel!” 

“You’re insane for working out right after eating,” Skye comments. “Downright insane.” 

You give a shrug. “A magician never reveals her secrets!” 

As customary, you wash your plate and utensils and load it into the dishwasher. Makes it easier to have clean dishes all the time. After that, you head out of the lounge room and head straight to the lockers. Post-dinner workouts are always your best— most people would vomit trying to do that. 

Exiting the weightlifting room and entering the locker room, you wipe your face on the hem of your shirt before taking it off. You flick the switch, yet only a handful of the lights come on in the space, prompting you to raise your brow. The overhead lightbulb circuit went out? Weird. Thankfully, you can still see in the locker room. Whatever— you’ll hit the showers and then get outta here. 

Approaching your locker, you jiggle the mechanism so it's the right angle and pops right up. You push it out. 

And in the magnetic mirror put on the inside of the locker door, fear spikes in your heart at the sight of purple eyes staring at you. Reyna’s figure is backlit by the lights above the mirrored wall, only further obscuring her in shadows. 

Slowly turning, you face Reyna, standing no less than ten feet away, arms crossed over her chest and the subtle veins in her arms highlighted by the glow. She cocks her head to the side. 

“Hoping it was someone else?” Reyna asks, her words as sharp as the fangs in her teeth. “Maybe a certain healer?” 

“Wasn’t waiting for anyone,” you reply, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress the grin that threatens to out you. 

SLAM!

Your heart jumps out of your throat at the sound. When you snap your head to the right, Fade is standing right there, her hand over the now closed locker door belonging to you. The glint of the silver barbell piercings below her mouth catches your eye as she smiles. She looks like she’s about to devour you. 

“Then why were you draped all over Sage, sevgili?” whispers Fade, the roughness of her voice sparking heat in your stomach. “Touching her arm and feeding her food? Bad, bad choice.” 

“C’mon, she’s a friend. I was complimenting her cooking,” you say, taking a step to your left while raising your hands innocently. “You can’t tell me you guys are mad at me for that.” 

“Oh, cariño, you knew exactly what you were doing,” Reyna says, her shoes thumping against the ground as she strides toward you, arms relaxed by her sides. You’re so busy looking at Reyna you don’t see Fade lunging at you. 

A yelp comes from your mouth unwillingly as Fade pushes you against an adjacent wall of lockers, her hands grabbing your wrists and pulling them above your head. The motion knocks the breath out of your mouth, and with her other hand, Fade grabs your jaw. 

“I saw you glance over at us. You planned this. You wanted us to get so riled up.” Fade scoffs. A minute shake of her head. “Well guess what, baby girl? You fucking did.” 

Oh, fuck, you really like it when Fade’s voice gets like that. You gasp as her hand goes down your chest, crooking her fingers at just the right angle to rake blunt nails over your stomach. You crane your head forward to kiss her, only to be denied when Fade leans back, laughing in that rich voice of hers that strikes so deeply into your core. 

“No, not that easily, sevgili,” Fade says. “Not after what you did.” 

Reyna’s voice is closer. “Mi corazón, you’ve made a big mistake. Now, you’re going to pay for it.” 

Fade pulls you off the wall, using the strength compacted into her lean body to pick you up. Your legs lock around her waist as you’re carried in the direction of the shower stalls. Reyna picks up on the trail, leading the way. Your heart is beating out of your chest at the thought of what they’re about to do to you. 

In a public area, no less. 

Everything you three have ever done has always been confined to a bedroom. Last time, it was Fade’s. Before that, it was yours. This is the first time they’ve both been so bold to do this in a place where someone could easily walk in and witness everything happen. 

Yet, part of that feels so thrilling. 

Reyna goes to the shower stall at the end, one secretly known for being a bit larger than the others. She steps inside and Fade walks in with ease, you clutching to her shoulders while she mouths at your neck. You’re positive her lipstick has smeared by now. 

There’s a sharp SCCCHINK! as the stall curtain is pulled shut, blocking off the outside world. From behind, you feel Reyna’s hands slide onto your hips and then her lips meeting the back of your neck— she doesn’t even hesitate to lick at the faint sheen of sweat over your body before biting into it, fangs digging into your skin. 

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss, looping your arm around Fade’s head to encourage her. She noses at your collarbone, sucking and biting. The dual sensations of two women doing this to you at the same goddamn time is almost too much to handle, but it feels too damn good to let go of. Your body, already warm from the gym, has become an inferno in the wake of Fade mouthing your neck and Reyna pulling your hips into hers. The small space combined with the tongues on your collarbones has heat racing up your spine. 

Reyna drags her nails down your shoulder blades. “Ready to apologize yet, mi corazón?” 

“F— fuck off,” you hiss. 

Her nails bite when she digs them in further. “That’s not very polite.” Her hand raises to your hair, sliding through the strands to pull your head back roughly. “Am I going to have to remind you about manners?” 

“No—” 

“You sure about that, sevgili?” Fade murmurs. She passes you into Reyna’s arms, switching the positions of who's holding who in the blink of an eye. You’re left entirely unprepared for Reyna to add even more bite marks on top of the ones you already have. 

And then Reyna sets you upright, forcing you to stand in between Fade and her. She grips your face, claws digging into your skin, and even as you try leaning forward to kiss her, she denies you. 

“Apologize for your little stunt, cariño, and you’ll get what you want. Don’t make this hard for us.” There’s no room to refute her. 

You’ve always liked a good ol’ crash and burn. 

“And what if I don’t?” 

Reyna looks past your shoulder. You watch the corner of her mouth turn up. 

“Then I suppose we’ll have to pick this up when you’re ready to quit being a little brat,” Fade whispers into your ear, one of her fingers curled around a strand of your hair. A small laugh, and then the noise of the shower curtain being drawn open. At the prospect of them leaving, you freeze up. 

“Wait.” The word tumbles from your mouth. Reyna hadn’t even moved. A slow grin stretches over her face, and you can just hear her crowing laughter in your head even though she hasn’t said a thing. You clench your fists. “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry for what, sevgili?” Fade’s voice is throaty from behind, like she’s holding herself back from pouncing. You think you might pass out if she does that, and you’re almost tempted to make a move to see if she would. 

“Sorry for baiting you by flirting with Sage,” you whisper, tilting your head up to Reyna. 

“Finally.” 

Reyna brings your mouth down onto hers and oh, it’s a sweet relief to have her kissing you. Your knees go weak, but you’re lucky that Fade is there to keep you upright, her fingers sliding into the waistband of your workout shorts while mouthing at your neck. 

Greedy, you push away from Reyna and push your mouth into Fade’s. Need burns deep in your stomach, and you feel yourself being pushed into the wall of the shower. Your back hits the tile not too roughly, but you really couldn’t give less of a shit with the way Fade is kissing you with her tongue piercing and how Reyna is scattering kisses on your stomach and down to your legs. 

When Fade moves to your neck to lavish it with even more attention, you grin at the ceiling. 

That’s a success!

~~~~~

A/N: i feel targeted because reyna and fade are my favs and i could've written like 4000 more words but it literally would've been all smut help

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[crplpunkklavier]

can we perhaps get an apollojustice analysis🧐👉👈

he’s rude he has no volume control he cries in court he punches his clients he’s my sonsband he’s the light of my life. greg davies vc its LITTLE APOLLO JUSTICE

alright so i don’t know that i’d call any of what i do here a character analysis. i know you sent this in response to my post with klavier writing advice, so i’ll try to do the same here. this is a collection of things i try to keep in mind when i write apollo.

1. he’s rude

this one’s great. followers may know this about me, but i am also rude. it’s come up in my posts sometimes, because i actually have such poor manners that it becomes a problem for me every now and then. i swear a lot! it just comes out of me. sometimes, i have to write characters who don’t swear, or who swear very little, and that’s hell. that is hell for me. it’s a miracle i haven’t cursed yet in this post. just makes it easier to express shit, you know?

but apollo swears. i promise you that. apollo justice swears like a fuckin sailor. i…… will be honest i can’t be assed to find it, but there is a post on here where a lovely tumblr user broke down the speaking styles of various aa characters in the japanese original. if anyone wants to go find it and let me know, be my guest!! but what i remember about that is that apollo justice has a pottymouth. and ever since i’ve read that, i have clung to it with all my might. look me in the eyes. let apollo justice say fuck.

he also has no social skills. he isn’t rude on purpose! although i think sometimes he can be. i think he can be a mean little pissant when he doesn’t like someone. you know he would have ended daryan crescend’s life then and there if they hadn’t been in court.

but anyway, i think sometimes he is also just pretty bad at talking to people. he’s a lawboy! he’s built to practice law! he doesn’t know how to do anything else!! when he sees that vera is scared in the detention center, he makes the perhaps worst attempt at smalltalk we ever see in the entirety of the series. he doesn’t know how to be tactful, and he isn’t going to learn, because aside from law apollo is also all about truth. he sees lies, and he’s a bad liar himself, but sometimes lying is expected of you in social situations, and he’s not going to do it, and he won’t like it when other people do it. he’d rather be rude. and he will be. he will be very rude.

2. he has no volume control

as a person with adhd. very nice to write. i’ve never uttered a quiet sentence in my life. everything i’ve ever said i’ve screamed at the top of my lungs. also not on purpose! it just comes out that way.

if you write apollo justice, just remember to make him scream now and then. whenever he’s remotely excited about anything? scream. have him animate it with his body too! apollo’s sprites don’t just slam the desk, he hits it with both fists! he jumps back in surprise when something happens, and he pokes his big old forehead when he has to think. he’s an animated guy, and whatever reaction feels exaggerated to you in the moment is probably the one to go for.

3. he cries in court

and now, for something completely different.

he’s a little softie. :] we all remember apollo being in tears when he thought trucy had been kidnapped, even though he barely knew her then. he also mentions journaling in canon, where he goes back and leaves intricate retellings of his adventures in his diaries. also!! he really enjoys lamiroir’s music. for all that he’s loud and brash and impulsive, at the end of the day, the man probably sits down with a cup of tea and a soft-lit desk lamp to write about his day.

i would also like to take this moment to remind everyone of his reaction to meeting plum kitaki.

???: You, kid with the hair. You want something? Apollo: Urk! M-M-Me? No, not a thing! Bye! Trucy: Apollo! We can't leave without questioning her! What if she knows something! Apollo: B-But th-the Kitaki Family...! (They're the biggest organized crime syndicate in town!) ???: If you're going to ask something, ask it. If you're man enough. Apollo: Waaaaugh! R-Right! Trucy: Yay! Way to whip him into shape, ma'am! Apollo: (Does she know no fear!?) Plum: I'm Plum. Plum Kitaki. Wife of the fourth head of the Kitaki Family business. Friends call me Little Plum. Apollo: I-I'm l-little Apollo Justice, attorney at law. *gulp*

that’s right. he’s little apollo justice. :) cmaaahn. he’s just a little guy, and it’s also his birthday.

4. he punches his clients

ok, he punched one client.

i’m bringing these up in this order though because i think apollo’s impulsiveness is a really fun juxtaposition to him shaking and sobbing at having to speak to a woman on the street and in broad daylight, across from an active police scene swarming with cops no less, just because her name is kitaki. because i still think he IS impulsive.

i’ve had klavier bring this up in exorcism because it’s still one of my favorite apollo bits:

Klavier: Let us imagine you are walking through the park. You see two men facing each other. One with a pistol trained on the other. ...What would you do, Herr Forehead? Apollo: Well, I... I guess... I would try to stop them. I'd probably shout, "Stop!" Klavier: And you, Fräulein? Trucy: M-Me? Well... I'd probably scream, "Eeeeeek!" [a bit later] Stickler: Tossing the pistol aside, he fled from the scene. Apollo: [Hold it!] You didn't try to apprehend the criminal? 

i just… i mean, who would. who in their right mind would “try to apprehend the criminal.” i’d shit my pants, klavier, that’s what i’d do in that situation.

but apollo seems pretty sure that he would intervene, and you know what? i believe him. i think if apollo justice walked through a park and saw a guy shoot someone and then take off, he would fully chase after him like a fucking rabid dog, and then he’d probably jump him and call the cops, and when they’d get there they’d find bite marks on the guy for some reason.

he just also gets really scared when he sees mafiosi, instead of attempting to arrest them. essentially i just think, apollo sees something, anything, and reacts to it in the biggest, wildest way possible. a mafioso will have a normal conversation with him and apollo will scream and cry. a passerby will hold a knife to someone’s throat and apollo will single-handedly beat him to a pulp. phoenix wright will smile at him and apollo will uppercut his childhood hero. it doesn’t have to make sense. it just has to be batshit.

5. other stuff

two more things i’ve thought about a lot while learning to write apollo are his loyalty and his confidence.

loyalty first: there is not an ounce of misplaced loyalty in this man. once it became clear that kristoph was the borscht bowl club killer, apollo was on him, and he took him down. i fully believe that if phoenix had been the killer, apollo would have done the exact same to him. there is one moment in turnabout succession when kristoph first takes the stand, where apollo kind of gulps and thinks that this still feels like he’s his mentor, but he gets over that PRETTY quickly lol. and he wasn’t thinking about sparing kristoph for being his mentor, he just remembered to stand up straight and be a good lawyer in front of him.

confidence second. i get. SO bothered. when people write apollo without it. you listen to me. this five foot nothing freak thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread, and as a german person it’s difficult for me to say this about bread, but he’s right.

apollo thinks he’s fucking fantastic. he’s VERY proud of his vocal routine, he thinks it’s GREAT that he screams every thought he’s ever had. he’s really nerdy about law, he tells plum and trucy that he loves long and boring procedures as a lawyer, shamelessly. he very firmly believes in his hairstyle. everything you see apollo justice do he does on purpose. (which also makes me think that he knows EXACTLY what he does when he rolls up his shirt sleeves every morning. whore.)

the few times we see all of this slip is when he has to deal with rock star klavier. there’s a couple of times where he thinks that he wishes he could be as cool as klavier, but i’ve honestly never read that as apollo suddenly becoming self-conscious. i genuinely think he’s just annoyed that there’s someone whose shtick (being a very weird very loud lawyer but tall and with a guitar) looks cooler than his own shtick (being a very weird very loud lawyer but short and with no guitar). apollo thought he was hot shit before he met klavier and he continues to think he’s hot shit after he’s met klavier, but now he also thinks that he should be rich and famous for being apollo justice because that would make him even cooler. and, again, i kind of agree.

i think that’s mostly it? he’s a good guy and i like him. he gets annoyed with his clients for being weirdos sometimes, but there is that underlying theme in aa4 where all of apollo’s clients did commit a crime, just not murder, and apollo never drops them for it. he is an almost exact replica of hercule poirot in that he is short, weird, REALLY sure of himself, and doesn’t care if people commit crimes except if it’s murder, in which case he cares so much that he becomes a feral animal. all he needs is a mustache. and he’d probably think he’d look really cool with one too.

#catboyed #apparently this is exactly 1.7k #oh also ill mention again just in case: didnt play aa5-6 never have never will #imco