Foggy knew that he didn’t need to hold onto Foggy’s arm to navigate the streets. Foggy knew that. He’d known for a while, but Matt still did it every chance he got. Every time they went out together, walking through a crowded building or down the street, Matt always held onto his elbows or arm.
嘿嘿嘿喜欢你就要靠近你
Matt snuggled up to Foggy, placing his head in the crook of his neck, taking in everything. Normally being this close to another person would trigger his extremely heightened senses, sending him into a kind of sensory overload that was difficult to come back from, but no, not Foggy. He treasured his closeness to Foggy.
像闻主人味道的狗狗
Matt’s head is resting squarely on his shoulder, comfortably asleep. Foggy can only imagine the dead-tired ache in his bones, and he counts himself lucky he doesn’t have any enhanced senses to detect that. Foggy stares dead ahead, little in mind. The feeling of a six-foot vigilante asleep against him is a new one, he’s warm and his skin is cooling from the sweat of the last several hours.
🥺 🥺 好温馨的场景,学会倚靠的马律师和平静接受的Foggy
Foggy loved being indulgent. He loved the way the richness of expensive coffee rolled over his taste buds. He loved eating out at his favorite restaurant and then getting an overpriced dessert. He loved wearing nice suits that always got him admiring looks, even if the looks were always admiring his power rather than his body. He loved lazy days where he got to lay around and do things at the pace he wanted, ideally with his cock in his boyfriend’s mouth or ass.
(/ω\)(˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)
这篇文现代奴隶制AU,马律师是Foggy母亲送给他的礼物,且无法被释放为自由人。Foggy不能接受任何人处于被奴役的状态,想方设法让马律师接受自己是个“人”这件事(因为在大多数人眼中奴隶并不能被算作人),到第60章左右马律师说道:您要我晚上服侍您的幻想,还是现在?
这个幻想指的Foggy希望马律师在思想上摆脱奴隶身份这件事
有些剧情让我想到《迈阿密的一夜》中一句振聋发聩的台词:有些白人以为对我们不残忍,就觉得自己好优秀。
作者不能说写得有多么优秀,但是某些对白真的让我久久无言、陷入思考,有个剧情点,马律师怼一个自来熟的废奴主义者,这位仁兄常常自顾自跑来和马律师说话,然后自以为是马律师的朋友,马律师最后大笑着说道:朋友?你觉得我们是朋友?你指的是你非要跟我说话而我却没有说“不”的权利的那种朋友?你自以为把“自由”“平等”挂在嘴边就可以心安理得地认为这不是你的错?
这篇文,Foggy被反派杀了(又是一个被前人写出来的我的脑洞)
对马律师丧友以后的反应的描写很到位,如果剧或者漫画Foggy真死了,大概也就是这么个反应
Foggy took this as permission to stuff himself back into Matt’s chest, resting his forehead on his collarbone, where he could hide from the world in the safety of his t-shirt. He didn’t want to think about what he had just done, or what it meant, or what it was going to lead to. He could fix it. Whatever it was, he would be able to fix it. Matt’s confused, aimless hands eventually found a place between his shoulders to hold him there.🥺
他拥有全世界的意难平
And he says nothing. He sits and tries to block them out. He waits for Matt.Because Matt is coming to get him. He knows it, like he knows the sun still rises and the stars still shine, even if he can't see them from down nere. He knows that Matt knows where he is now. And nothing on Heaven and Earth will stop him from coming to Hell.
Kirsten asked him once why he keeps going back to Matt. They’ve been through so much, so many arguments and betrayals and losses. Foggy has fired him, has deleted his phone number, has cut ties with him professionally and personally. He always comes back. He never gives up all the way, not really. Not even when he probably should.
昨晚看的一篇文,禁忌play(指师生AU),马律师给Foggy的第一篇论文题目是我为什么讨厌义警,最后一篇叫夜魔侠是个英雄
被Foggy戳穿以后哭了🤔