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[p3ta]

Here's the thing with "I would still like you no matter if you were a guy or a girl" with Ryoji Mochizuki—yes, on the surface it seems like a blatant lie. Ryoji doesn't even have a Social Link with the male protagonist! It's a bit hypocritical, no?

This observation fails to note that P3P is a shoestring budget adaptation. As it didn't have the space for assets, instead the writing was expanded. FeMC in specific was the addition here, with everything involving her being made from scratch. In subsequent developer interviews she was referred to as a "gimmick" to get people invested. Thusly, her route is entirely additive. The intended play for Persona 3 (regardless of what you actually picked, the P3P menu even clarifies this) is first as the boy, then the girl. Hence the line carries more meaning. The original game still lies under the surface. It's not retroactive, wherein the previous experience was modeled entirely for Portable, because it's not a remake. Due to the male route being (mostly) a port and the female route is new, she's allowed new dialogue with implications for both protagonists. Hence, Ryoji's comment. The male protagonist recieves a similar line himself, but this was a Portable addition as well.

(This is a reductive addition but I feel it's worth saying that while the male protagonist already has a bond with Ryoji (Pharos, Death), the female one simply has two.)

And yes, he still loves them.

[raewritesfiction]

Place Your Bet [Valter Skarsgard]

A/N: Valter doesn't get that much thirst these days and I'm woozy on wine ;-) time for some writing!!

Plot: Valter has lost a bet to you and now it's time for his "punishment".

Pairing: Valter Skarsgard X Reader

Warnings: smutty times ahead. 

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You take your place under Valter's desk as he sets up to stream. You hear him sigh and rub his face before taking his seat in front of you.

The bet had been simple and he had lost fair and square; his punishment was simple - stream as normal while you gave him head and he couldn't let on. No turning off sound or cutting the camera; he had to ride it out completely. To make it more fun you hadn't given him a time frame for when you'd be doing it. 

You sit under the desk as his stream gets under way and he talks to his friends and those tuning in. You had no clue what it was he was streaming and couldn't hear his game so you were only going by half of a conversation. 

After about an hour of listening and hiding your giggles at his responses to whatever was on screen you begin your teasing.  Riding your hands up his inner thighs made him visibly jump and you wonder if he had forgotten you were there. Perfect. You could feel his thigh muscles tense under your touch all the while he's shuffling in his seat a little more.  Palming him through his sweat pants gains you a hip roll and a small clearing of his throat. It doesn't take you long to see the growing bulge under the material and you make a mental note to ask him later if he likes the possibility of getting caught or found out. 

Valter shuffles again and reaches down to try and loosen the pressure around his crotch; playfully you slap his hand away and wag your finger at him from under the desk. Biting your lip to stifle a laugh you take pity on him and undo his pants so you can ease them down over his hips.  He moves in his chair meaning you can move them fully and pull them down to his ankles; he wasn't wearing any underwear and you silently thank him for making this just a little easier for you, whether intentional or not. 

You shuffle when he pulls his chair in further to hide anything below the waist a little better. Luckily the space under the desk was plenty enough for you to move around under and get a better position while snaking a hand around his dick and jerking him almost painfully slow.  You always did like being a tease and he'd never complained before; he surely wasn't gonna start right now. You hear him trying to control his breathing and concentrate on his game; whatever he was playing he was losing or dying a lot. You could only tell by the swearing and occasional grunts of frustration, though you were almost positive the latter was nothing to do with the game.  

When you were sure you couldn't physically tease him any further, without being seen at least, you lean your head forward and flick your tongue over him then follow from base to tip looking up at him from your spot at his feet and winking.  Valter mutters under his breath, something that nobody could quite make out or without context make sense of anyway; a simple nickname only he called you and only in the bedroom. A sort of warning but only jokingly; he was enjoying this.

Time to up your game.  You take him whole and push him all the way to the back of your throat, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard while pulling away and repeating it over again. You start out slow until his cock is glistening with a mix of your saliva and his pre-cum. Your hands rest on his thighs to hold him as steady as you could from that angle, when he moved just a little too much you dug in your nails and scratched to leave red marks. 

To his credit, Valter was doing incredibly well at hiding his reactions as being game or stream-related but the real test was, by all accounts, not too far off.  

Your teeth lightly scrape along his cock to the head where your tongue concentrates all its efforts, your hand cups and massages his balls while your free hand moves to grip his hip. Sucking and licking over the head of his cock works quickly and it takes little time for him to be straining to hide a moan.  You feel his muscles tighten just a split second before his release into your waiting mouth.

Another clear of his throat and you think someone has mentioned he looks flustered.

"It's hot in this room, man! Need to get a couple of fans!" He fakes wiping his brow and uses it as an excuse to shuffle a little as you clean him up with your tongue and lips. 

You wonder if you should leave his sweat pants down for the rest of the stream but reason that if he needed to stand there could be an issue… you're not that mean, afterall. 

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