#Phoenix Answers Asks

[phoenixyfriend]

But like, if push came to shove. If spidermimic! obi wan had a little snack on a stormtrooper on tatooine. Would he really feel that bad

Context: Stewjoni Are Mimic Spiders, Sociology of Stewjoni Mimics, AU Tag Chrono

Yes. He doesn't want to be eating people, even if they ARE bad people. It's wrong. Even if he does kill the person in self-defense, what about the family? Won't they want a body to bury? Maybe the stormtrooper has toddlers that Obi-Wan doesn't know about, and it's not like the toddlers did anything wrong.

[phoenixyfriend]

Oh, I know a really good post, and this one's got a link to a video series on Sashiko stitching. (Also I have a tag.)

WELP.

fucked around and found out!

Anyone got some good jeans-patching resources? I kinda hulked through this pair, the inner thigh's fabric is more or less SHREDDED to bits so it can't just be re-sewn, I need reinforcements

I have a bag of soft cotton flannel in a few different colours from when I was trying to sew plushies n things, that'll work right?

[steampunk-newsie]

what are some tropes for romantic scenes/moments you like? for scientific purposes 🌸

idk what trope specifically but imo I like stuff that's like peaceful, quiet and sentimental. Hope that helps?

[doctorsiren]

I saw an interesting post a while back that said “Capcom made us [Miles and Diego/Godot] only have like two(?) interactions because they knew we would be unstoppable with a brother dynamic” and tbh it stuck with me bc it was intriguing.

So yeah that potential brotherhood, but that Godot/Diego AU I made (that I still need a name for)

Also I bet Gregory Edgeworth would have smelled like a bit like coffee, and so Diego just reminds Miles of that comforting presence 😭 (the von Karma estate was a tea household, so he didn’t smell much coffee after DL-6 and didn’t realize how much he missed it/reminded him of his father)

[ask-the-chief-prosecutor]

Congrats on past feelings of unease and uncertainty

“Every year. Every single year…”

[ask-the-turnabout-terror]

Have you ever considered filing a lawsuit yourself for the way certain prosecutors keep attacking you in the courtroom?

“I did. A marriage license with their boss.”

[yeagrave]

Hey! So for your art block reqs. I have this idea of Bradley and Phoenix at the gym and they're working out, weight lifting or whatever, while hangman and Bob/coyote (pick your poison) live slug react but in a horny way yk? Hope that made sense lol

Ps love your art 💚

Phoenix loves to torture them

[mynameismckenziemae]

hello!! i was wondering if you could write a sub!jake seresin x reader smut where he was being naughty during a night out, and he needs to be punished when he gets home? (mommy or ma’am as names preferably) you have total creative freedom with this and of course you don’t have to do this, but i love your work and you write sub!jake better than anyone i’ve seen ☺️💞

I…have no words. Dirty smut below the cut 👇🏻✂️

MDNI!

It had been a busy week. Between your crazy schedule and Jake’s, you had hardly seen each other, and unfortunately hadn’t had time for more intimacy than a quick kiss goodbye in the mornings. So maybe it was your fault Jake was acting out Friday night at the Hard Deck.

It started innocently enough. Jake would slide his hand in the back pocket of your jeans to squeeze your butt while you bent over to shoot pool, finish your drink (that he paid for) when it was your turn at darts, changing the song on the jukebox every time Rooster turned one on. But all was quickly forgotten when he gave you that cheeky little grin.

“What’s he up to?” Nat asks, catching on to your exchanges, “no good?”

You hum in agreement as you both watch him walk towards the bar.

Your attention shifts when as she talks about the new recruits that started this week…and how much of an asshole Jake had been to them.

“…In his defense, they are kind of stupid,” she laughs, as she takes the pool cue offered from Bob to sink the 8 ball, “but I think he forgets he was green once too, ya know?”

“He does,” you agree with a sigh, leaving out that he’s wound tight from nearly a week with no sex.

Your phone buzzes a moment later and the video attached from Jake has you choking on your drink.

He’s jerking himself with fast, determined strokes in one of the bathroom stalls.

You: Don’t you dare cum.

He reads your message as soon as you send it but his reply doesn’t come until a few minutes later, instantly making you realize what he’s been asking for all night by pushing your buttons.

Jake: Too late

Attached is picture of the evidence. His fist coated in cum.

A wave of heat washes over you before settling between your thighs.

You: We’re leaving. Now.

“I think we’re gonna head out,” you say casually as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“Yep, he’s up to no good,” Nat says to herself with a smile in her voice as you walk towards the bathrooms.

The squad had quickly caught on that by complaining to you about Jake will get his attitude adjusted. How it gets adjusted stays between the two of you.

.•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

“Give me your keys,” you say as walk out the back door, “I’m driving.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies with a grin, dropping them into your outstretched hand.

“Smile all you want,” you tell him as you get in the driver’s seat, “you won’t be by the end of the night.”

“Whatever you say,” he chuckles as he fastens his seatbelt.

He has no idea what you have in store from him.

.•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

You bite the inside of your cheek to not smile as Jake begins to fidget when you don’t say a word on the ride back to your shared home. The closer you get, the antsier he gets; you can almost hear the turmoil inside him as he regrets his actions while anticipating the consequences.

“Go upstairs, and get naked,” you say quietly as you turn off the truck, “I’ll be up in a few minutes. I expect you to be standing with your nose in the corner when I get there.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, finally accepting his fate.

.•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•. .•*•.

Already wearing his favorite lingerie, you strip off your clothes in the laundry room before slowly climbing the stairs.

He’s doing exactly as you asked; his feet shoulder-width apart as he stands in the corner like a scolded little boy. His hands are folded above his taut butt and the muscles above in his back tense when he hears you enter the room.

“Why are you in the corner, Jake?” You ask, trailing your fingertips down his back.

“Because I came after you told me not to,” he answers.

“Mhmm, and?” You prompt as you pinch each tight buttcheek.

“I-uh…I kept changing Rooster’s songs?” He guesses.

“That too,” you agree, “to be honest, Roo’s taste of music is questionable. What else?”

“Ah,“ he nods as he remembers, “I finished your drink when you were up at darts.”

“Yes, but you’re still missing something.”

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” he says after thinking a moment and sucks in a breath when your hand slaps his ass.

“A little bird told me you were being an ass to the new recruits this week,” you say, slapping the other side.

“Fucking Phoenix,” he mutters as his head drops forward, hissing when you spank him again on each side until his skin is pink and warm.

“Can’t even take responsibility for your own actions,” you sigh as you turn to your bedside drawer.

He jumps at the click of the lube being opened and you smile as you step back to him. A quick look down shows he’s hard and dripping precum onto the floor.

“Hold yourself open,” you tap his ass with your clean hand.

He whimpers in humiliation but obeys, gasping when your cold finger begins to circle his hole. When he relaxes, you ease a finger in.

A groan leaves him when you add a second finger and brush his prostate; bumping it every so often as you pump your fingers to keep him on his toes.

He sighs in relief when you pull your fingers out. But it’s in vain, because a plug quickly replaces it.

“Fuckkkk,” he whines in a high pitch when you turn on the vibration on low.

“Put your hands back to where they were,” you murmur, kissing between his shoulder blades before you walk away.

You pick up Jake’s leather belt from his dresser on the way back to the bedroom after washing your hands.

You loop it around your hand and slap it against your palm, smiling at the way he flinches.

“I’m sorry ma’am, not the belt,” he begs, as if he isn’t dying to feel the bite of the leather, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Too late,” you repeat the words from his text back to him, “how many recruits are in this class?”

“12, ma’am.”

“That’s a good number,” you say, “assume the position, Jake.”

He shudders before putting his hands out in front of him on the wall before arching his back to present your target; his ass.

“Count out loud and thank me for each one,” you order, running your fingertips down his spine and making him keen when you nudge the plug before taking a step back.

The snap of leather meeting skin followed by Jake’s moan brings your simmering arousal to a boil.

“One, thank you ma’am.”

Fuck that’s hot.

The next one lands directly below the first welt.

“Two, thank you ma’am.”

You’re breathing hard by the time you’re done painting the left cheek red with four more slaps; he is too. His ass clenches as his hips thrust in search of any type of friction.

You shift to the right to start on the right.

“S-six,” he stutters, “thank you ma’am.”

The temptation to touch yourself worsens with each lash. Jake’s not doing any better; his toes are curling and his hands clench into fists against the wall.

“Last one,” you pant before bringing the belt down a final time.

“Twelve!” It’s a broken shout, “thank you, ma’am.”

You drop the belt and step forward to grip his fiery-red, burning skin in each hand and squeeze.

“Learn your lesson yet?” You breathe, kissing his trembling back.

“Yes ma’am,” he pleads, “let me show you how good I can be.”

“…soon,” you murmur, smiling at his frustrated cry before sneaking under his outstretched arms so you’re between him and the wall. You’d be trapped if you weren’t in control.

“Watch me,” you whisper, leaning forward to brush his lips with yours. His expression is desperate and hungry.

A drop of precum lands on your feet and he moans just as you do at the first brush of your fingers to your clit.

Your eyes don’t leave his as you pleasure yourself and when you’re on the knifes edge, you reach out.

“Wa-wait, wanna cum inside you-“ he protests but your grip tightens as you find your release with a soft cry and he cums too, painting your stomach white.

“You’re not off the hook yet,” you murmur lazily, trailing wet fingers from your release through the mess he made before bringing them to his lips, “if you want to cum inside me, you’ve gotta earn it.”

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[quinloki]

How would your blorbos react if you accidentally walked in on them naked. 🤔

To provide more context for ya it can be a non-established relationship

Or early on in the relationship. Let’s just say you saw a fair amount of….well almost everything 😅😏

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Oh man, walking in on Kid is one of those - Oh. - moments. It's hard not to stare. It's hard when you stare. I can picture Kid looking down and then looking back over at you.

"Wanna a ride, sweetheart, or a picture?"

It's a legit offer, mind your words carefully.

Sabo has half as much sense as he'd like to admit he does - instead of pulling his pants back up he grabs his hat and covers himself, red down to shoulders regardless of what expression he's managed to put on his face.

His shy reaction will likely prompt you to close the door, but if you don't - if you, say, continue with whatever you came in to say to him, he'll manage. Aside from holding his hat in place, he'll be comfortable enough.

... which... now... I'm just imagining updating Sabo on something and he's standing there naked save for a pair of gloves and his hat over his dick.

...

/ahem/

Marco won't bother to cover up, and is more likely to turn toward you and ask you what you needed. His expression will be relaxed (if you can even tear your eyes away from his cock to SEE his face), and his tone will be easy and and inviting.

He'll talk business if you can keep your wits about you, but he will teasingly flirt you with his words if you lose your composure. Something more physical could certainly happen, but he's going to follow whatever flow presents itself, so he won't push it if the opening isn't there.

Thatch will cover himself with his scarf.

... it is not terribly effective.

Tomatoes would be envious at the manner of red Thatch turns.

If YOU flirt with him he'll crumple like a house of cards, but otherwise you will likely get a very meek plea to allow him to get dressed before you continue talking business. He *cannot* concentrate like this.

Izou will act like he's clothed. Good luck to you, one way or the other. If you're lucky the only thing that he will be wearing is some lipstick and a pair of gloves.

Sir Crocodile does not get accidentally walked in on. But you don't need to know that. You'll need to make up for viewing him thus without permission - don't panic, he's sure you'll... appreciate the punishment.

Shanks probably walks around naked on the deck of the ship so much you're not seeing him naked for the first time when you walk into his room. He's laying in bed naked with a rose in his mouth giving you bedroom eyes and you don't even look up from your report, setting it on the table and informing him you're allergic to roses, and he should put on pants before coming out on deck.

[thepoggersdilemma]

please draw more drunk phoenix sometime because you draw him drunk so well (worlds bizarrest sentence)

Im not sure if you meant beanix, but i will draw more drunk beanix in the future so have a rare wasted trilogy phoenix 💕

[phoenixyfriend]

I’ll never unfollow you :) always a fun time to see what new bizarre Star Wars take you’ve got :)

Imagine if Anakin had healing tears like Tangled's Rapunzel but every time it touched someone's wounds it left a black-red-and-gold mottling on it because of Weird Force Shit, would that be fucked up or what

[ask-debeste-winner]

Have you met Phoenix Wright before? Thoughts on that guy?

“Mr. Wright is scary… but Mr. Edgeworth likes him.”

[mewtwoandme]

I cannot for the life of me get over how you draw Mew

SO FLUFFY

I've been very happy with how she looks now. It's more of a design based on my personal tastes. She's very much a cat XD

[doctorsiren]

Can we see more full monster Phoenix I love angst

I have so much fun with these

[ask-the-chief-prosecutor]

Does Ms. Oldbag even know that you're gay? 😭

“She does. She still thinks it means ‘happy’— and I am happy, happily married to my husband.”

[ask-the-magic-girl]

“Fine. Made one.”

“But I’m not explaining.”