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robthegoodfellow · 8 months

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summer retrospective time because i'm feeling down about term starting up and not writing as much as i wanted to but I KNOW this is ridiculous and my goals were unreasonable.

so totally unasked for and unprompted here's what i got:

Chapters 8 and 9 of Upside-Down - 32k (total wip 118k) - E - Harringrove - Crazy long March chapter wherein an ominous phone rings and rings, Billy experiences some firsts (first time playing D&D against his will! first time fucking Steve! first time enduring a birthday party!), and Eddie drags Billy to a thrash metal concert. In Flayedville, the kids rally the troops to save Billy, he and Steve share body heat, and plans don't go as planned.

Two fics written for upcoming @strangerthingscharityzine totaling 4k words in their original state, trimmed down to 1.5k words each for the zine edition. Idk if I'm allowed to summarize but one of them made Remy cry!

That Bartender Sure is Something - 1k - G - Harringrove - Sideways scene rewrite from alt character's POV wherein I try to lay groundwork for why Steve's parents are out of town so often (aside from my need to give boys safe space to fuck and be super freaking domestic).

Chapters 11 and 12 of Only One Bed - 13k (total wip 59k) - E - Harringrovesoningham or whatever Steve/Billy/Eddie/Chrissy is called - Chrissy POV and Eddie POV chapters wherein Chrissy and Billy bond and then Billy/Eddie/Chrissy navigate their dynamic as asymmetrical polyamorous triad. Mostly cute!! Minimal angst!!

¿Por qué no los dos? - 18k - E - Harringroveson/Metalsandwich - What was supposed to be an excuse to make Steve and Eddie thirst over Billy in space buns becomes unexpectedly harrowing exploration of aromantic experience for me and apparently others, some of whom may be entitled to compensation. But there's smut... at the end?

Drafted aaalmost first half (7k) of @bigbangharringrove fic wherein Steve flirts with necromancy and necrophilia and NO STOP where are you going it's all gonna be fine!!! See, Billy died in this contemporary fantasy version of Hawkins where magic and supernatural creatures are just kinda there and so Steve tries to revive him but he imports the wrong file. The wrong Billy. Because there happens to be a lust demon that goes by the same name as Steve's dearly departed husband and let me tell ya he is NOT jazzed to be here. Working with @LucaDoodleDoo who is awesome AND so far has not run away!

Drafted 1.5k of fic for upcoming @harringrovezine. Still on track to be way too long but I WILL trim it down. Not sure what else I'm free to say but I'm excited how it's shaping up?

what follows is me convincing myself i did a good job

And that's... that's it. About 76.5k in all. Which is more than I realized (and also according to haphazard math is more than last summer by maybe 10k?)

I'm not usually fixated on word count much (aside from like laugh-crying when a fic just balloons way bigger than anticipated), and more words does not equal better words by ANY means, but I think this gives me a reality check about getting down on myself. I didn't finish the major things I originally set out to finish but... yeah, such is life when you have more than one WIP in which you are painfully invested 😅

And it's not like I won't EVER finish them which is prob my biggest fear because i had a rep growing up for all my grand plans and projects just losing steam and going nowhere. But I am capable of finishing fics because look ma, there's 3 whole multi-chap fics with the little green check mark (please actually DON'T look, ma).

I'm just babbling now. When work starts I'll be back to writing in random libraries after last bell and my output will slow, and I'm sad about it. But wow you know what I did shit out a bunch of words in like 2.5 months so at least there's that.

(Hesitant to post this because I'm sure it looks like flexing or fishing or something? Or like I'm implying that unless you too are shitting out words you suck? Which uhh I am not! The intent is more for Present Me to flex on Past Me, maybe? And fish some reassurance out of cold hard numbers to more easily put things in perspective.)

Mostly this did work, though! I feel better about the summer. If you need a boost, look over what you've done across a certain span of time using whatever measurement suits you and talk yourself into a pat on the back.

Pat, pat.

#rob rambles #a summary of quarterly whatevers #billy hargrove #my beloved #harringrove #mungrove #harringroveson #harringrovesoningham #that name won't even fit on the side of the ship what are we doing #strangerthingscharityzine #harringrovezine #spin me right round #only one bed

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otherworldseekers · 10 months

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Something’s Gotta Give: Chapter 4 Scene 4

Going to go ahead and post the rest of chapter 4 because I am SO EXCITED to get to finally post the final version of chapter 5. It’s something I’ve been working on for years.

Something’s Gotta Give Masterpost

Severia had found a shadowy corner in the Manderville lounge and retreated there with a book and a large flask of tea. Settling herself down on a well stuffed couch she took a quick look around. There were already a couple pairs of questioning eyes on her. Perhaps Nero was right. As much as she hated that thought, she took off her hat and slipped it underneath her seat. Then she resolutely stuck her nose into her volume on Allagan history, borrowed from Rammbroes, and ignored everything around her.

It was some hours later when she was startled out of a doze by a worried looking Gold Saucer attendant.

“Madam, my sincere apologies, but there is a matter which requires your urgent attention.”

Severia jumped up. “Oh gods, what has he done?”

“If madam would please follow me.”

The attendant took her through a well camouflaged door and along a warren of stairs and hallways. The decor was nearly as elegant as that in the public areas at first, but as they continued on it became more utilitarian and eventually they came to a passage that was simple cut stone with heavy wooden doors. Severia stared in surprise. The Gold Saucer had its own prison? And Nero had landed in it?

The attendant guided her to one of the doors where she found the Manager of the Saucer waiting to take over. He bowed and “Madamed” her and Severia was led into a cell-like room with a single table and two chairs. Nero sat facing the door with his elbows on the table. He wasn’t bound at least but there were two guards inside the cell with him, large Roegadyn with plain but serviceable armor. When Severia entered he looked up with a sheepish smile.

“Ah, hero. You’ve come to my rescue.”

Severia folded her arms across her chest. “We’ll see about that. First I need to know what you’ve done.”

The Manager signaled to the guards to wait outside and closed the door behind them. “Please have a seat Madam. I would be happy to explain all if the gentleman does not wish to do so.”

Severia looked at Nero pointedly as she sat down across from him. He shrugged.

“Very well, madam,” said the Manager. He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it several times and cleared his throat. “We have several counts of rule breaking against your companion. First, harassing the attendant of the Lord of Verminion games.”

“I did no such thing,” Nero scoffed. “I merely pointed out the glaring flaws in the way the game is run.”

“I see,” said Severia to the manager, ignoring Nero’s protests. “Please continue.”

“Second, making a nuisance of himself at the chocobo races.”

“Is ‘making a nuisance’ of oneself truly in your rulebook? Can you define it for me? Please, I would love to hear it,” Nero grumbled.

“To be more specific, attempting to extort the other spectators into placing bets with himself when at first they declined, shouting obscenities at the jockeys and protesting the results of the races when they went against him.”

Severia’s frown deepened. “I advise you not to interrupt him again, Scaeva.”

Nero gave an annoyed sigh and turned his attention to the blank wall.

“Thank you, madam. Third, refusing to leave the vehicle for the Air Force One event and thus preventing anyone else from being able to enjoy the event.”

Severia raised her eyebrows and caught Nero’s eyes with a questioning look. He merely shrugged again.

“Fourth, and finally, egregious cheating at the Triple Triad card game leading to a near riot in the Triple Triad lounge.”

This time she let out an audible groan. This was, in a way, all her fault. She had been fool enough to think Nero could act like a mature adult for an afternoon. “What does the Saucer usually do in cases like this?” she asked the Manager.

“Madam, we have no case on record that quite equals this one. Normally in such a situation we would seek a decision from Sir Manderville, but this man claims to be your responsibility and in deference to your position…”

“Yes, I understand.”

“There is one final thing, Madam.” The Manager stepped toward Nero and deftly removed the headpiece he was wearing to hide his forehead. “Is Madam aware that her companion is a full blooded Garlean?”

For a moment Severia stopped breathing. Nero had the decency to look chagrined. There was nothing for it. “This man is traveling with me under conditions that require extreme secrecy, do you understand?”

The Manager shifted uncomfortably. “If Madam insists…”

“I’m afraid I do. Can you leave me alone with him for a few minutes?”

“Certainly, Madam.”

Maintaining a calm exterior came naturally to Severia. But the truth was that she was furious. Furious at him for acting like an child when she had asked him not to cause trouble. Furious at him for making himself her responsibility. Furious that sometimes he seemed like a decent human being and then turned around and did things like this. And most of all furious with herself for ever thinking there was anything even remotely attractive about the man.

“Do you have anything to say to me, Scaeva?”

“My winnings, hero. Ask them what they did with my considerable winnings.”

“Your winnings, Scaeva? Are you serious? I brought you here, the most popular tourist destination in Eorzea, so you could entertain yourself without causing me trouble and you couldn’t even manage that. Is this payback? Because I destroyed your Praetorium? Is this…” Is this who you really are? She didn’t finish the thought out loud. Because then she might have to admit that she had begun to see him in a different light. That she had thought there was more to him. “Is this how you make your amends?”

Nero sighed in irritation. “This isn’t about you or any of that.”

“What is it about, Scaeva? Enlighten me.”

“It simply seemed amusing at the time.”

Severia let out a hollow laugh. “That’s it? You’re willing to risk revealing your identity, willing to risk my reputation and our reason for being here… because it seemed amusing at the time.”

Another shrug for answer. Severia stood suddenly and shoved the table across the room so that it no longer separated them. Even standing while he sat she could not look down at him, but she put all of her fury into her glare.

“Beg,” she said.

“Pardon?” Nero asked in surprise.

“I want you on your knees begging for my help.”

Nero stared at her blankly. That was not what he had been anticipating.

“On your knees, Scaeva,” Severia repeated coldly. “Unless you want to end up rotting in an Ul’dahn dungeon.”

It took only a moment for Nero to collect himself. “If that’s how you like it, hero.” He slowly lowered himself to the rough stone floor, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Help me, Warrior of Light. You’re my only hope.”

Severia put a sandaled foot on one of his shoulders and pushed him down until he was doubled over. “I didn’t hear a please.”

“Please, Severia.”

Nero’s cheek was pressed into the dust of the floor, but he still looked smug. Severia’s anger flared. Is he enjoying this? She ground his head down with her sole causing a satisfying grunt from her victim. Am… Am I enjoying this?

She pulled back her foot as if she’d been burned and turned away from him. “I’ll get you out of this because I really don’t have a choice at the moment. I can only hope that you’ve learned your lesson and won’t be such a bloody pain in my ass going forward.”

“Oh, I think I’ve learned something.” Nero stood up gingerly and brushed himself off.

Severia ignored him and knocked on the cell door. When the Manager entered she told him, “I’m taking custody of this man. I assure you on my honor that he won’t cause trouble here again. Godbert will have to be satisfied with that.”

The Manager looked doubtful but acquiesced. “Yes, Madam. Allow me to escort Madam and Sir to the airship landing.”

A not so subtle invitation to get the hells out of here. Severia couldn’t have been more eager to comply. They followed the Manager back through the warren and out into the Aetheryte plaza. They had almost made it to the entrance when a familiar voice boomed through the square.

“Severia Zetsuen! My beloved son’s trusty companion!”

Severia turned in horror to see Godbert Manderville barrelling toward them. Whether intentionally or not, the large man knocked Nero onto his backside and came to a stop in front of Severia. At least he was wearing a shirt.

“What an unexpected delight to find you in my establishment. Does this mean you’ve heard about our little get together this evening?”

“G- get together?” she stammered.

“Just a small gathering of some of the most prominent and rich members of Ul’dahn society coming together to raise money to aid the widows, widowers and orphans left behind by the Garlean invasion.”

“Oh,” said Severia awkwardly. “I hadn’t heard. Um, unfortunately I’m in Thanalan on business-”

“But I’m sure you can spare a few hours of your time for such a worthy cause,” Godbert declared, clapping her firmly on the back.

“Er…”

Godbert extended a hand to Nero and pulled him up so fast that Nero’s headpiece slipped to the side. “You are Mistress Zetsuen’s date?”

“Colleague,” Nero corrected, as he quickly adjusted his disguise.

“I have every confidence that the Warrior of Light and her… colleague would not wish to cause trouble of any sort. This is a crucial time of healing for the Eorzean people with the threat of Garlemald in check. Your presence at tonight’s little party would be an enormous boon to all involved. Especially the victims.”

Severia felt his eyes boring into her from behind his glasses. Did he already know about Nero? The trouble he had caused as well as his identity? Was he essentially blackmailing her into attending his fundraiser? Could she really afford to say no?

Nero was curiously silent, waiting for Severia to figure her way out of this situation.

“I, um… don’t have anything but these old traveling clothes to wear, unfortunately.”

“Not a problem! The Saucer can provide evening wear for you and your colleague.”

“But…”

“Severia Zetsuen, Warrior of Light, plus one.” Godbert stated with the tone of a man proclaiming law. He turned to the Manager that had been hovering around them in a state of near panic. “Get these two young people set up with bathing facilities and a choice of costume for the event tonight. Spare no effort.”

“Yes, Sir,” said the Manager, snapping to attention.

“I will see you in a few bells, Warrior of Light,” said Godbert. He lowered his voice so only she and Nero could hear. “I advise you not to try escaping. Julyan has a new frying pan she has been just dying to break in.”

#Something's Gotta Give #Severia x Nero #WoL/Nero #Severia Zetsuen #Nero tol Scaeva #my writing #FFXIV fanfic #All My Tomorrows

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wardenmages · 2 years

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Hello please go listen to Universe25 because the season finale made me scream and I need someone to cry at about this polyamorous triad doomed from the start but trying so hard to keep each other from drowning

spoilers under the cut

"I just wanted to live in my flat" killed me physically and I will never recover, Ares tried so hard to hold everything together long after he should have let go because he loved them so much and wanted to keep them safe, but he was never going to be able to do that the way he wanted

Leona just wanted a home with the people she cared about, but Ares and Nicolas were so preoccupied with giving her more and more they ignored her begging them to just be there with her and see her as an equal

Nicolas was unwell and pushed them away because he put so much of himself in his mission that he lost everything without realizing what he'd done. He hurt them both so badly and irreparably, and while I do think he genuinely loved them and thought he was helping, he couldn't see past his own vision of what things should be like

I JUST HAVE FEELINGS. A VERY NORMAL AMOUNT. THAT I CAN'T YELL ABOUT OTHER PLACES WITHOUT SPOILING.

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christinaroseandrews · 3 years

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To save their country from alien invaders, boys of Huaxia become pilots of huge transforming mecha called Chrysalises. But the boys do not have the power to pilot these mecha alone... they need a concubine... a woman... to siphon qi from. Unfortunately this arrangement is often fatal for the woman. But because the government pays very well for these sacrifices, poor families from all over Huaxia offer up their daughters in the hopes that their deaths will benefit their sons.

This is what happened to 18-year-old Zeitan's older sister. Except her sister died at the hands of her pilot=husband and not in battle, which meant her family got nothing. Now with vengeance in mind, Zeitan offers herself up to the very man who murdered her sister. And she succeeds... but not in the way anyone expected. During battle, she kills him through their psychic link, earning herself the title of Iron Widow.

Enraged, the powers that be pair her up with their strongest pilot, Li Shimin. Shimin is a murderer... a man who killed his own family. He's an alcoholic. And no woman has survived a battle with him.

Until Zeitan.

Okay who's ready for some trigger warnings? Because--Oh boy!-- does this book need them. Triggers for: Rape, domestic abuse, foot binding, sexism, misogyny, racism, xenophobia, homophobia, murder, physical abuse, alcoholism, substance abuse, gaslighting, parental abuse, spousal abuse, major character death (I mean...*points to the blurb*), and more I've probably missed. Please make sure you're in a good place before reading this.

Also this review will contain some spoilers.

But they're good spoilers. The kind that will likely be important to potential readers.

Now that I've gotten the warnings out of the way, I need to gush about this book. It's so freaking good, y'all. Like seriously good. Like I want all the fanfic for it now.

First off, it's a novel written by a queer Author of Color @xiranjayzhao. You might know them for some of their other online things. But this is their debut and it is faboo.

We totally need more of this. Seriously, we need more of this. Additionally, I'm happy to see a book that is rooted in Chinese culture and mythology playing with so many tropes.

I absolutely adored how this book flipped a lot of tropes on their ears while at the same time playing a lot of them straight. This book read like a fanfic, but that is not a bad thing. Fanfic is not a bad word. Fanfic is an incredibly popular and influential type of derivative fiction that is produced by fans for fans. So when I say that the book reads like a fanfic, it’s a compliment. It means that the book was readable and could appeal to an audience who wants something familiar while also having their alternate universes.

Because that's what this is. An AU of Chinese history and mythology with sci-fi, fantasy, and paranormal elements. If you like that kind of thing, you will love this. This is the kind of book that readers of the Hunger Games will love. Seriously. I got so many Hunger Games vibes from this, and I loved it.

This is also a YA fantasy novel that contra to what is typical in the genre goes "Nope! No love triangles for you! We're going to have some healthy polyamory." and I am 100000000% here for it. Like seriously... no more love triangles... give me polyamory instead. And it's an equal triad. Squeeeeeeeeee!

Like seriously.

Readers do need to note that there are closed door sex scenes. What that means is that there is implied sex on the page but nothing is shown. There's some kissing and heavy petting, but that's about it. Nothing too explicit. And nothing that would take this out of YA.

So let's talk characters. Zeitan has a very Katniss feel to her. She's protective of her family to a point. But moreso she's protective of those that she's deemed as innocent and those who have been wronged by the system. She starts out as focused on only one goal -- kill the man who killed her sister. And when she succeeds, she discovers a new goal -- save the women who are sacrificed/murdered by a system that chews them up and spits them out like cherry pits. She's strong, but she's also flawed. She's powerful... but she also has bound feet so cannot fight physically. She is a disabled heroine who kicks butt and takes names. And she's also human. Her family doesn’t value her, but they want her to value her family. It’s something that is common in a lot of cultures not just Chinese ones. Part of her growth is learning to value herself for herself and not just as an exentsion of others. Her character growth is grea,t and I am here for it.

Then there are the love interests. The first is Yizhi: a rich, scholarly boy from the capital. He's very much a beta hero. The kind of guy who is safe. Gentle. He's a good doobie who is willing to let Zeitan take the lead.

Then there's Shimin. He's darker. An addict. He's your brooding YA hero. with a twist. He's closer to the alpha male archetype but also not fully there. He lets Zeitan take the lead as well when it comes to their relationship. He’s not going to force himself on her and he’s got some of my favorite lines in the whole book. I also love him because he owns his mistakes. He knows he's got blood on his hands and that he has to atone for it. He's like a mix of Gale Hawthorne meets Han Solo. I loved him. I loved them both.

There's a lot of heavy and difficult themes in this book. But I never felt that things got too heavy-handed. The story is compelling and it's definitely got reread value. It's the kind of book that makes you think while being entertaining.

As a note, the book does end on a bit of a cliffhanger. A very Empire Strikes Back cliffhanger. Which seems to be the norm for YA duologies nowadays. But it is something people need to be aware of.

Honestly, I feel like this is book for everyone.I loved it. It was fun. I loved the themes. I loved the characters. I literally gasped outloud at one point in the plot.

So of course I'm going to give this...

Five Stars

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I received an ARC of this book via Netgalley

#romance review #book review #YA Romance #young adult fiction #author of color #characters of color #polyam relationship #give me my equal triads please #xiran jay zhao #Five stars #Rose and Lark review books

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taki118 · 4 years

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Go Watch the Venture Brothers

So just heard the complete and utter Bullshit news that Adult Swim has cancelled one of (if not the best shows) they have the Venture Bros. This series is one of those shows that for WHATEVER reason never got to the level of fandom Rick and Morty has even though they’ve been at the genre parody game longer and in my opinion better.

The series is about Rusty Venture former boy adventurer and failing super scientist who in an attempt to keep his head above water in debt goes around with his two boys Hank and Dean, and bodyguard Brock on misadventues while various legal archnemisis go after him, such as the Monarch.

So if you never watched or never heard of this 7 season series let me give you a break down on why you should,

1) Art Style & Animation

Venture bros is one of those rare Adult aimed animated series that that really truly tries to utilize their medium to the best of their abilities. Season 1 had like such a small budget and corners had to be cut so it can be a little hard to watch at times.

But with each passing season they get a little better, a little more fluid, go just a little harder and it truly feels rewarding to watch. Like seeing an artist you follow online improve over the years. Like they COULD have stayed with the choppy and stiff animation from season 1 it fit right in with its fellow adult animated shows but it didn’t. They strove for quality to have something that matched the story they were telling.

2) The Writing

Venture Bros has some of the tightest and consistently great writing of ANY serialized show I’ve seen, adult, animated or other wise. Wanna know why? Cause it’s all done by TWO people (save for like one ep each season where one other person is allowed to touch their baby). Yeah TWO people and they work their asses off every season to interject, humor, refrences, parody, plot and character development in equal measure.

3) Character Development

Um yes in case you were wondering that’s right an adult animated show has CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT that holds as the series goes on. Not to give spoilers but characters will go through changes in alignment, relationships will develop and change, some characters will go through negative arcs where they are straight up unbareable for a season before coming out the other side even better than they were before. There is no end of epsiode or even end of season reset. Characters, settings, and dynamics all change over the course of the show and it feels just so god damn good.

4) Story Development

Just like the characters the story of the Venture Bros grows and changes each season. Things that are set up even as early as season one are paid off as the series goes on. Like not to be that bitch but you know how RIck and Morty teases an overarching plot ALL THE TIME but like will often just spit in the face of fans hoping for more than like one episode a season addressing it? Yeahhhhhhh that doesnt happen here, fans are consistently rewarded for putting the time in to rewatch and really think about what happened in the series. Characters that are seen in the background or are just referenced by other characters will be brought in to be recurring characters, things that start off as a small detail or gag will be given larger relevance and each time they do this you get that “OH I remember that from last season! So thats what it was!” The writers WANT you to rewatch, they WANT you to analyze and they WANT you to theorize, and they give you a show that gives back the time you put in.

5) Parody & Reference

This series does a great thing with parody. They make real characters who are just as enjoyable as the characters they parody, they make story lines that both poke fun at the absurdity of the media but shows the writers love for it. So often parody and references are just used to mock the thing but with Venture Bros you feel the love and care so when you know the thing being parodied you can laugh but feel good about laughing cause they are never laughing at a thing maybe you cared for in your youth but rather laughing with it.

And it’s never just one thing. When they parody a thing its often layered with other things to make it even more unique. Scooby-Doo is overlayed with famous criminals, Laura Croft is mixed Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, GI Joe is given the look of the Village People and so on. They never go for the easy joke or reference. Hell theres an episode that starts with them reciting the lyrics to David Bowies Space Oddity for really no reason other than they could. They weave these things in naturally with their setting and characters so nothing feels out of place. Like if you dont catch a reference or parody you dont feel like “I think this isa reference to something?” like a LOT of things do not just adult animated shows. You arent taken out of the moment cause it all feels so natural.

6) The Characters

God damn these characters, I could go on for hours about these characters. From main to one off these are some of the most likeable characters you can find. I mean it when I say I can’t think of a single character I wish they had cut cause they are all so well created. Even the ones I hate i have fun hating cause they were made to be that way. I’ll be good though I’ll only talk about my absolute top faves.

- The Monarchs

You ever sit and wish villain couples could have functional healthy relationships? Well look no further than Malcom Fitzcarraldo aka The Monarch and Dr. Shelia Girlfriend (yes that is her last name). The Monarch is a high strung impulsive saturday morning cartoon villain whos tendency to over react is only matched by his unspecified hatred of Dr. Venture. And Dr. G is his nonsense partner in crime who will cut a bitch if they don’t play by their admittedly weird rules. Both characters are great on their own but are better together. Though that doesnt mean they always get along. Like a real couple they have their ups and downs they fight, break up, make-up and grow stronger in their relationship with each season.

- Shore Leave

Ok ok so I want you to imagine James Bond, mixed with GI Joe simmering in a cocktail of the most flamboyant gay men you have ever seen and you have one of my favorite gay characters/characters in general. Shore Leave is a member of OSI (the shows SHEILD/GI Joe parody organization) he’s loud, brash, flippant, sassy and highly competent at his job loving every second of getting to beat bad guys down within an inch of their life. I love seeing him play off the stoic Brock and the two have this great brotherly dynamic that’s never called into question. He also gets to have a very cute romance with Al the Alchemist (who is also great). I could talk about this man all day.

- Dr. Rusty Venture

They did such a good job with this man. He’s a self serving, sexist, perverted, whinny, self important asshole and yet you feel pity and genuine sympathy for him and want him to succeed. You can see how Dr. V was given a raw deal by his father who seemed to care more about his adventures than his sons well being and how this molded him into the bitter man he is today, but on the flip side you can see where he chose to use that as a crutch for his worst behaviors and impulses. Seeing him slowly grow and change and be an actual good father to his boys while all the while still be a giant dick is actually really great.

- Dr. Byron Orpheus

Ahhhhh Dr. Orpheus part Dr. Strange Parody part busybody stay at home dad, he’s just such a delight. Dr. Orpheus is a divorcee, with an unfulfilling job of maintaining order to the cosmos (which isnt as hard as one might think), and uses his magical ablities in ways most of us would (ie menial tasks and home chores). Overly dramatic and affectionate Dr. O is a delight whenever he appears, but he’s at his best around his daughter and old friends The Order of the Triad.

Again I can go on but all these characters ranging from main to recurring are crafted with the utmost care for you to want to see them succeed or fail, to see them again even if you know it’ll never happen, and want them to cross paths with other characters.

The Venture Bros is one of those series that I will ALWAYS recommend even to the pickiest of humor tastes. But if you don’t believe its as good as I said or don’t think the concept is to your tastes I’ll recommend a few eps that I think best show off the base idea of the series without giving much away. In terms of plot and spoilers, though somethings wont make a lot of sense.

- S1 ep10 "Tag Sale – You're It!" - Dr. V is having a yard sale so of course all manner of costumed weirdos show up. - S2 ep5 "Twenty Years to Midnight" - basically a fetch quest around the world to save the planet with daddy issues - S3 ep2 "The Doctor Is Sin" - Again daddy issues but with one of the best recurring characters and a great showcase of the series deeper emotional plots - S4 ep6 "Self-Medication" - Really embraces the parody as Rusty goes to a former boy adventurer support group. Anyway the show is 7 seasons with 80 episodes, please go watch it. I will never forgive @adultswim for cancelling what was to be their final season. And in closing GO TEAM VENTURE!

#venture bros #the venture bros #venture brothers #adultswim #adult animated shows #animated shows #animation #go watch this show #go watch #adult animation

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sunmoonandeddie · 4 years

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have you seen baby?

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x natasha romanoff

word count: 3,196

summary: You and your two lovers haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Also, sex pollen.

warnings: Bad words. Filthy, filthy smut. Sex pollen.

a/n: Thank you so much to @cake-writes for this commission! I loved writing it and I really hope you enjoy it!

It’s late.

Well. Relatively late. Nearing three in the afternoon, and Natasha hadn’t seen you. Of course, that barred that morning when she woke up to your pretty face still sleeping beside her. Unfortunately, Bucky was on a mission, otherwise she’d get to see his equally as pretty face on your other side. It was disappointing. There was just something so sweet about waking up to the two loves of her life.

But now, it was almost three, and you hadn’t even emerged from your lab for lunch.

Which is why she headed down two floors to the huge lab that you, Tony, and Bruce shared. You kind of played as an inbetween for the both of them, wanting to know it all and then some. It was precious.

But it also meant that you had a bad habit of getting lost in your work and not emerging for hours or sometimes days. You had been getting better about it, if only because Bucky and Natasha were always on your ass about it.

Which is only because they love you. So much. Like. So so much.

“Have you seen Baby?” Natasha asked Sam, who was wandering through the kitchen after his workout.

He had a protein shake in his hand, sweat dripping from his brow. “No, can’t say I have. And you know you can call her by her name when it comes to other people, right?”

She rolled her eyes and gave him a look. “Her name is Baby.”

“To you.”

“To Bucky and me,” she retorted. “And besides, she doesn’t even respond to her name when it’s coming from us anymore.” A small smile crept up on her lips. “It’s adorable.” But she was on a mission. She had a little box that came in with the mail that’s a present just for you.

And sometimes Bucky, depending on how he was feeling.

But Natasha didn’t like being touched. She liked to give, but never to receive. Her therapist said it had to do with the various traumas that she’d taken on while growing up in the Red Room. Her body had never been her own during that time. She’d been hurt over and over and over again, to the point where someone touching her body in a sexual way sent her into a panic attack.

Bucky was mostly the same way. He had a hard time with sexual touch, though he’d gotten a lot better about it.

It was just one of those things that Natasha had to deal with. Not that it was hard. She loved taking care of you with Bucky’s help. Their little pillow princess.

You were always the smart girl. Some could argue that you were smarter than both Bruce Banner and Tony Stark simply because you knew both fields and then some. You tended to become… obsessed. You had to know more about everything just for the sake of knowing more. But with that, your mind was always going a million miles an hour. Which is why when it came to the bedroom, it was really nice to just be able to let go and not think for a while. You got to be their dumb little baby girl. It was always about you when it came to sex.

When it came to who needed cuddles and affection, that was when it was their turn. You slept in the middle of them, cradled between them like a precious pearl. You fought off their nightmares for them, their fears. You made them see that they were more than the weapons they had been crafted into. You provided relief for each other in different ways.

Before you had come along, Bucky and Natasha’s love had been volatile. They were missing a piece of the puzzle, even if they hadn’t realized it.

And then their precious little princess had been hired on as a scientist, and their lives were forever changed. They knew immediately that you were the one for them, their missing piece.

Of course, it had taken a while to get you to understand just what they wanted. You might be the smartest in the lab, but when it came to relationships…

Which is what brought her to today. You’d been a little… off lately. Of course, that could be because her and Bucky had been on back to back missions for the past few months. There hadn’t been a lot of time for the three of you all together, which was always frustrating. It was the longest amount of time the three of you hadn’t gotten to all be together since becoming a triad.

And they felt even worse when they both had to leave on missions and leave you all by your lonesome.

Maybe they’d get you a kitten. You wouldn’t have time for a puppy, but a cat? You’d love that. A little lab buddy. Or maybe they’d get you one of those senior cats with three legs that was deaf in one ear. Yeah, you’d love that.

But then it would die a lot quicker than a kitten, and they’d have to pick up the pieces because that would destroy you. But then you’d also be so happy that you got to give the cat a really good few years at the end.

Whatever. She’d talk to Bucky about it when he got home and they could make a decision.

But the little box.

The elevator down to the lab seemed to take forever, the silence mocking her since Tony absolutely hated elevator music and refused to let it play in the Tower. But was even more unsettling was the fact that you weren’t in the lab.

“Hey, have you seen Baby?” Natasha asked Tony, who was fiddling with something on his tablet.

“It’s still weird that you call her that to everyone.”

“It’s her name.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Her name is—”

“Baby,” Natasha said, glaring at him. “Yes, I know. Have you seen her?”

“You disgust me.” The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. “I think she went down to the spare testing room. Something about an unknown vapor.”

An unknown vapor? You hadn’t mentioned that. Then again, you’d been kinda quiet lately.

She headed down another few floors, bearing the silence as she went through a mental list of things she needed to get done. It was your birthday soon. She needed to make sure all three of you could get off, and she’d plan something really special. You deserved it.

The testing room you’re in has all floor to ceiling windows for walls, but she can’t see you.

“Strange,” she muttered under her breath. She headed for the doors, and her eyes widened as she saw you through the glass.

You were lying on the ground, sweat dripping from your brow, with your hand in your pants. From the… rapid way your hand was moving, there was no mistaking what was happening.

But why the hell were you touching yourself right there where anyone could walk by and see you?! Not that she didn’t like it. She loved watching you touch yourself and she often ordered you to when she was in a dominating mood. It was so much fun watching you edge yourself.

No, it was the whole public thing that was confusing her.

You looked up as she started to push the doors open, her eyes widening. “N-Natasha, no!” You shouted.

But it was too late. A sickly sweet substance filled her nose, and seconds later, she felt a strange heat creeping up over her. What the hell was happening? And why did her skin feel so warm?

“N-Natasha,” you whimpered, rolling on your side. Your fingers were still rubbing desperately at your clit, trying to find some kind of release. “Nattie, it hurts. It hurts. M-Make it stop.”

And god damn it. Her precious lover begging her to make whatever it was stop hurting? She was gonna figure out a way to make it stop hurting.

She crawled towards her, frowning as she saw a broken test tube on the floor. “What the hell is this?” She couldn’t read the label on it, the ink smeared. Tossing it to the side, she finally made it to you. “W-What hurts, Baby? What hurts?”

Your glassy eyes were wild as your hips bucked up in the air, a vein on your forehead popping out. “F-Fuck me. Fuck me, Nattie, please,” she begged, whining desperately. “Oh, my god, I need it. I need it. Please.”

“H-Here? Baby, wha—”

“Natasha, please, I am literally beg… begging you. Please,” you cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Well. It’s a good thing she brought the box with her. She ripped it open, pulling out the new harness that she ordered with it. “Okay. Okay, angel, but you gotta let me get my strap on, okay?” She asked sweetly as she stripped down. She didn’t care who saw. She had to help her baby girl.

Your response of a weak whimper only made her go faster.

She practically ripped off your clothes, a groan tearing its way out of her throat as she spread your legs. You were so wet it was obscene, your poor little clit swollen.

“Oh, pretty girl,” she cooed as she ran her fingers through your slick folds, slipping two in with ease. “You didn’t ask permission to touch yourself, sweetheart… But I think I can let this time slide…” With her one free hand, she pulled the new dildo out of its packaging, smirking at the whimper that escaped your lips as you saw it.

It was pretty. Really pretty. Eight inches, made of that realistic feeling silicone, and a gorgeous opal color. Her and Bucky ordered it especially with you in mind, since opals are your favorite.

“N-Natasha, please…” You grinded against her fingers, your pussy clenching as you tried to get more.

“Oh, good girl… You look so pretty, Baby.” She used her one hand to attach the dildo to the harness, her eyes flicking back and forth between the heat between your legs and her fumbling fingers as she finally got it secure. She ran it through your folds, getting it nice and slicked up.

That’s when the doors opened again, the familiar sound of size twelve boots coming towards them. “What the hell is that smell and why are you two—” Bucky broke off as he felt the heat. “Oh, shit.”

Natasha grinned as she looked over at Bucky. They were both clearly feeling the heat that the mysterious substance had caused, but not nearly as bad as you were. “I caught our little baby touching herself without permission… out where anyone could walk by and see her.”

The third member of your triad was already working on undoing his belt, tearing it off so quickly that it ripped a few of his belt loops, leaving little holes in his pants. “Has our baby been a little naughty?” He asked as he stripped down, kicking off his boots. He grasped your face with his metal hand, the cool digits a welcome reprieve to the heat that had overwhelmed you. “Princess, have you been a bad girl? Huh?” He lightly slapped your cheek, just enough to get you to answer. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, sweetheart.”

You nodded, whining as you nuzzled your head against his cool hand, the angle hurting your neck a little since you were still on your back. “Yes. Yes, Bucky. I’ve been so bad, I’m so sorry…” You looked up at him with glittering eyes, your cheeks tear stained. “I need you. Please.”

His blue eyes were soft as he leaned down, stealing a soft kiss from your swollen lips. “What’s your safeword, Baby?” He asked, his free hand wrapping around his swollen cock.

“Bracelet.”

“And if you can’t talk?” Natasha probed, still sliding her strap through your folds.

Your hand wrapped around Bucky’s wrist, squeezing twice.

“Good girl,” he said, kissing you once more. His strong hands flipped you over easily, placing you on your hands and knees.

Almost immediately after, Natasha’s hand came down on your ass, causing you to jerk forward. “You better suck Bucky’s cock, Baby,” she said as a smirk curled up the edges of her lips. “If you want me to fuck you, you better put that pretty mouth to good use.”

“But—”

“Did she stutter, angel?” Bucky asked as he grabbed her chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Tasha gave you an order. Are you going to be a good girl and listen?” His flesh thumb ran over your plump bottom lip. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl for us? Huh?”

Fuck. Yeah, you did. You always wanted to be a good girl for your two lovers.

Matching moans fell from Bucky and Natasha’s mouths as your tongue flicked out to slide up his length, circling around the head. You always gave absolutely filthy head, your eyes watering as you choked around his length.

As you took him all the way, Natasha slid her strap into your wet heat, all the way to the hilt. You let out a choked moan, your eyes wide as she started to thrust in and out of you. Her fingers dug into your hips deliciously, the acrylics she kept at a relatively short length leaving little crescent moon indents. You loved it. The pain felt so fucking good.

“We should’ve made you wear your butt plug, Baby.” Bucky’s jaw clenched as he reached to gather some of your slick on his finger, before circling it around your tight hole. “Could’ve had you waiting for us to fuck you proper while I was on a mission all week…”

Natasha’s hips slammed against yours as she pressed her lips to Bucky’s. “We don’t use the diamond one enough considering how much we paid for it.”

You pulled off of Bucky’s cock with a pop, glaring at the two of them. “Is this the time to be talking about how often we use the butt plug?”

“Did I say you could stop sucking my cock?” Bucky growled as he grabbed your face and started throat-fucking you. “It’s been too long since we put you in your place, angel. You’re getting mouthy.”

“She’s always been mouthy.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Natasha and Bucky’s thrusts sent waves of pleasure through you. The heat that had consumed your body was faded, and all you could think about was making your doms feel good.

All the background noise that had been in your mind over the past few weeks was gone, drowned out by the praises coming from your lovers. All the self-doubt that coursed through your mind was gone when they loved you like this.

You choked around Bucky’s cock as you came suddenly, the release coming over you like a wave.

It only seemed to spur them on more as Natasha fucked you that much harder, Bucky’s fingers scratching soothingly against your scalp as he got closer and closer to the edge. You could always tell when he was close by the way his thrusts got more and more sloppy.

Natasha’s hand reached down and around to rub your clit, the pretty opal dildo sliding in and out of you with ease. She wished she had her phone if just so she could record the moans falling from you and Bucky’s mouths.

Hell, she’d make it her fucking ringtone.

It wasn’t long before Bucky came with a shout, spilling down your throat.

He groaned, his head falling back as he felt you licking him clean. He let you finish before pulling out, getting on his knees and kissing you sweetly.

Your eyes were dazed, a little bit of cum you hadn’t swallowed dribbling out of your mouth. You looked so damn pretty like that. Dumb from pleasure.

“You gonna cum again for us, Baby?” He asked sweetly, holding your face in his hands.

A nod, your lips starting to move to form words but not quite getting there. Adorable.

He watched it coming. Watched as your breath hitched and your eyes rolled back in your head before you let out a cry. You blacked out as your second orgasm ripped through you, violently like an earthquake. A force of nature.

“Seriously? In the lab?!” Tony demanded, glaring at them from the entrance. “What the hell happened?!”

Bucky and Natasha were very blasé faire about their own nudity, but they didn’t like anyone else seeing you. The redhead reached for the little test tube that she’d tossed to the side when she’d first gotten there as he covered you up with his leather jacket, cradling your exhausted body to his chest. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead as he rocked you back and forth.

“I think it was whatever was in this,” Natasha said as she looked at it curiously, trying to make out what the writing on the label was. “... Sexus… Pollinis?”

Tony grumbled as he walked over and grabbed the tube, looking it over. “It’s literally Latin for sex pollen. Which probably means exactly what we think.”

“Is that what the smell in the air was?” Bucky asked.

Natasha nodded. “I think most of it spilled on her, which is why she was so affected but we weren’t.”

“Okay. I’ll… clean all this stuff up,” Tony said. “Get her out of here and in a bed. Or a bath.” He shook his head as he started to call for the robots that mopped the floor. “Animals.”

You came to in your shared room, curled up between them in your giant tub. “Wha’ happened?”

“Hey, baby girl,” Bucky cooed, his fingers massaging your sore shoulders. “How do you feel?”

For some reason, you started crying. It just came over you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Natasha said, cupping your face and wiping your tears. “Baby, what’s going on? Huh? Talk to us…”

“I-I’ve just been f-feeling so alone a-and this is the first time w-we’ve all been together in two m-months,” you whimpered in a shattered glass voice, barely able to string together a full sentence through your hiccups. “A-And you’ve been gone s-so often that all I can think is m-maybe I’m j-just here because you’re both d-dominants and needed a s-s-submissive!”

Bucky and Natasha’s faces both fell and they squeezed you that much closer to them.

“Oh, Baby, no,” Natasha said. Her heart hurt as she realized that that’s why you’ve been so off lately. “We love you so much. So, so much.”

“I think it’s time we stopped going on so many missions anyway, Baby,” Bucky added, his fingers tickling up and down your back. “I’m tired of not being home with my girls.”

“Really?” You asked softly, looking at him like he’d just told you he’d give you the moon.

“Yeah,” Natasha said, bringing your hand to her lips. She pressed a kiss to your left ring finger as her eyes met Bucky’s, a knowing look on his face. Maybe soon there’d be a ring on that finger. “Really, Baby.”

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My thoughts for Legacies 316: (here we go again😂)

(I’m combining after thoughts with live thoughts)

1) The soundtracks for this episode are amazing, they fit very well even for Finsie that I heard that a lot of people were complaining on Reddit.

2) I finally get my team Sowanby! I just feel so much from them! They kind of make a great team, but please, do not go on another heist again. You both sucks at that! The holes are, the museum don’t have a fucking alarm for Leonardo DaVinci’s work? Are you kidding me? And Landon beating the shit out of the guard but not putting him out first is so dumb. The worst is Cleo calling Landon’s name so loud, I can’t😂😂😂😂😂😂 you don’t want people to be on your back when you have the Malivore threat going on guys! And ha! You guys are on the headline! That’s why I really feel like these supernaturals are so outdated and solidified from modern technology, even in 2030! Are you going to tell me everything technology will still be the same like now?? Come on, there’ll be cameras watching everywhere. Like they can see Cleo using magic! I need my Trimini (or bridge) coven and Hope starting to integrate the supernatural world with the modern world. About Trimini and Hope future career, click here.

3) the line about “many who shaped it are never acknowledged” I stand! After that, about the key card my random thoughts were about Landon being the one that stole the key card😂 just out of the blue and I’m proven wrong though.

4) Landon bonding with Cleo!!!! They thought the same way, and “I can promise that anyone that have to get to you, they have to get to me” is so strong! But the scene after, is the moment I started really doubting Landon, the look is too alarming. But there are still Sowanby scenes😭😭😭 and the melted heart mud... I mean I genuinely believed that the spell didn’t work because Landon is also mud himself. But in hindsight it is horrific, like the serial killer is just standing next to you but and the signs are right in front of you.

5) Malivore mud being artistically friendly! I can’t haha! Oh and when Holarke walked on Sowanby inspiring moment🤣🤣🤣I can’t, they act like both of them are cheating on one another it’s hilarious. Thank you for acknowledging each other Holarke and Sowanby🤣. By now, I should have known that’s MaliLandon. It’s humiliating because Holarke and Sowanby got me so happy that I didn’t see the clues lmao! Because there’s this line: “Following the footstep of the Renaissance greatest man? ” but this thing, Cleo only did it with Leonardo, with whom she slept with......

6) And damn, after that, I felt like a FOOL, CLOWN, WHATEVER after that! All I have for team Sowanby is fake 🙃🙃🙃🤡🤡🤡 Anyway we still have to admit that the promise still stand true right, cuz it’s literal.🤣🤣🤣 MaliLandon fulfills his promise by eating Cleo. TYPICAL.

7) Holarke! Clarke is still handsome as ever😍. We can see his presence is clearly affecting Josie and making Hope giving him information. Can we talk about how cute is he sleeping soundly here?

8) Lizzie being the only unaffected queen here. AND IT’S FINALLY LIZZIE’S TURN FOR “AD SONNUM” I can totally see her pleasantness in doing that to somebody after being on the receiving end🤣🤣🤣 Josie and Hope had done it before so now we actually see her doing it. I somehow feel completed.

9) The look Hope and Josie shared. Hosie!

10) Josie is going to be the death of me! I like her look. And how the camera moving upward gosh! And I’m totally digressing here, what is a razzleberry? And what is a slush? I have no idea what they are, I just feel like tasting what she tasting now. Lizzie’s line, crashing and splashing😂 Am I colour blind? Cuz I really can’t tell whether Hope is wearing dark blue or dark green 😅 if it’s green, then the traffic lights colour are back again lol. If blue, then Hosie matching clothes! Did Finsie ever have matching colours? I’m just wondering.

11) Hosie scene! They talked about how seeing Clarke traumatised Josie~~ damn and Josie says traumatised is her permanent resting state. I mean even on her birthday she was buried alive lmao. And Hope wants to help Josie stop the traumas by sacrificing herself to defeat Malivore, like by literally dying. Which she didn’t want because she didn’t want to live forever.

12) Holarke scene again! I love all those banters and their dynamics😂😂 how Hope is the only one that trusts Clarke now. The mimic spell! It’s their thing😍😍. Oh it totally surprised me that Clarke isn’t mud man anymore. I’m really happy for him, because he finally break himself out of the abuse! It seems like triad is totally gone?? But I still kind of think that there may be something more? And Clarke’s reaction to Hope opening the artefact! 🤣🤣🤣 and the way that Clarke sensed the familiarity with Cleo! Yea boy, she’s the inspiration to the creation of you.

13) Clarke keeps calling Hope and Landon kids🤣 how’s the feeling of getting kid!Hope kicking your ass and saving you😂😂😂 oh she’s totally your equal. Frenemies at best! YES! I love Holarke bonding. And the fact that Clarke being Hope inspiration to believe in friendship and her family now can help her to defeat Malivore, I Stan! Don’t lose sight of the corner! Josie! Lizzie! Clarke! Yes you have them! I’m glad that Clarke didn’t die, I’ll be so mad because the writer would be bringing him back for nothing. Oh the incendia is painful, affecting me more than the fake looking MaliLandon eating Cleo. The height difference again🤣 with Holarke this time.

14) I love Maleb clothes, not really shipping them just short form for their bromance😂 but I do enjoy if there suggests shipping cuz it’s fun! Love that them being supportive of each other, superheroing, and the hero name🤣🤣they’re clueless too. Poor Kaleb and Cleo. I really need his backstory 😫

15) about hero names, I’m still having playback of “blursome and essential” in my mind. MG is looking at the mask longer than Kaleb, I feel like he’s missing Ethan, like a lot. Another thing is, since we see the effect of someone else being compelled so clearly, but we never seen Ethan’s compelling effects. Or it’s a budget matter? They must be kidding right? So maybe Ethan is really faking it? So that leads us to Lethan....

16) if my suspicion is true, then damn, Ethan is using Lizzie to get into SBS? I’m worried for Lizzie’s wellbeing. Also the look on Josie when Ethan drives near tight after she said like some eligible will fall out of the sky🤣🤣🤣 the timing is impeccable lmao. For real, Lizzie wanting Ethan to be Hope’s rebound after her kiss with him in the trio imagination, is ....so the trio is now sharing guys now? Jandon is still there in the history! It’ll be like a very messing love multi-triangle😌😌😌

17) the way Lizzie talked about how Hope is perfect the whole way and judging by the day when they arrived at SBS? That’s very long! Lmao, Lizzie are you sure you’re not in love with Hope? Hizzie rights! (I don’t even know when I started to ship Hizzie, it’s a mystery🤣) I think I can only talk like that about my love. Why don’t you make you and your sister Hope’s rebound? I’ll be happy with what I get🤣

18) The decision to bring Ethan on a tour, is so bad. What if ethan ended up enrolling SBS and Alaric can’t deny the application? Did she ever think of that?? And Josie and Mg is going to face the consequences in the near future🤣 dreadful! From there I already felt the cliche sweetness that when you’re trying to be a wingwoman and ended up “selling” yourself out🤣🤣 fuck CW for cutting the scenes of Lizzie’s epic facial expression when she was slapped with her own words😂😂😂anyway, it’s no way she can refuse the ask out after 315 where Lizzie still thinks that she can’t be the chosen one when Hope is there, but someone actually chooses her even after all the Hope is perfect speech. As much as I mourn for Methan and Mizzie, I’m happy that she got someone to tell her that. But I think they’re destined to backfire😅

19) so does the Mizzie “will they won’t they?” officially end here? I’m confused. Btw it’s really a way to mention Sebastian’s death being relocated permanently 🤣 oh wait...she knew that that prison world is destroyed forever right????? Someone save me.

20) okay I have to go back before Ethan picked the twins up: while Lizzie is actually worrying about themselves being stranded, Josie is just more concerned about Hope? Hosie! Poor Josie, she never sees that she is Hope soft spot and can totally make Hope happy too. Look at your dumb joke at 103, Hope’s laugh is magnificent too. It’s because of you. And yes I’m with Josie, I just ship Hope with herself and her axe right now, don’t put her with anyone for at least 5 more episode please.

21) The one that doesn’t dissolve into goo! Now is Clarke! And the both of you my dear twins. Btw, the dna thing, where Clarke confirms that dna is still toxic... so it applies to Landon too right? And it’s now just more overwhelmingly apparent that handon sex is without protection. Yea so much for epic love. And this is about the possibility where (hopefully) it’s not MaliLandon when the sex scene happened.

22) Finsie time! I got to say, it’s really improving. Their scene is beautiful, finally. That feeling that they’re nice together is now going on continuous for me. I’m happy for them! They are now stepping up on Hosie, not derogatory, I’m just seeing some parallels from hosie here. The disclose of Ethan broken arm, where Hosie has done, before that there’s Clarke’s traumatising Josie thing with Hosie. Next, the focus on the hand holding, I’m thinking of 207 and others. The “me being here with you”, with hosie 308 “then I’ll be here with you”. The whole thing is very comforting for Josie. The hug is good too. We can see that they finally have some nice scene and the bgm is good for them.

23) I have no idea what is magical agronomy, so I look it up. Again, that shows how Josie love plants, like someone in Reddit said they observed that Josie’s side of room has several plants. And in 307, the herbs, that she remembers. I think it can help a lot if Hope is starting a magical technology company. Josie’s interest in that can come in handy. They’ll make a great team. About TRIMINI INDUSTRIES tap here.

24) we are still missing Jed here. Justice for Jed. We need Jed real first name. Did anyone notice when the super squad faces MaliLandon there’s no werewolf present? They’re really downplaying that huh? But maybe I can be satisfied that they are not making Finch being there but not Jed.

25) We need to address this thing about Handon. It’s like one and a half time that Hope couldn’t recognise that Landon is not Landon right? We still have to give credits to her memories shared with Cleo actually make Cleo kind of recognise the difference? So half a time. I agree with Josie’s words that Landon makes Hope happy. I mean, yes, most of the time they failed in working but there’s still sweet scenes between them. So that’s actually what makes Handon tolerable. They are what makes me only do facepalm rather than skipping them. So yes of course Hope has happy moments with Landon. Just that it doesn’t mean that they’re good together.

26) it’s always Landon’s bros that first find out Landon wasn’t Landon😂 this time is Clarke. It’s Clarke that tell Hope, “Landon will never leave you”. That’s the inconsistency of the writers, not counting MaliLandon’s time, it’s still two times. And there’s time that some will argue that Landon’s feet literally walk away from Hope. So...that’s not true, do not stuff that in our throat anymore. “I always thought you two are destined to be together” is this the writer way of saying they’re not doing Handon anymore or otherwise? Cuz “thought” is past tense and “are” is present tense. I’m tired. It’s normal that Hope still wants Landon to be happy and still love him. But after the breakup, when she still doesn’t know that it’s MaliLandon, the “still dying to get Landon again” is obsession. Girl, it’s derogatory to your self-esteem. “If a mud man like me can beat his fate, maybe you kids can too” yea that’s Handon going on.

27) we shouldn’t need to be told that Handon is epic love multiple times. We should be able to feel them, see them ourselves. Why did I start approving Finsie now, because instead of them being only all talking and no showing, now we see them working well (until now). I have been widely accepting to any other legacies ships and why I never ship Handon? So really these multiple telling us that how good is Landon to Hope, is not working. I’ve never been so frustrated.

28) Let’s appreciate the Handon parallel with 101. It’s interesting that how Landon is inside the cage and Hope is outside the cage again. The meaning of the cage has deep meaning here. Handon first kiss is in the cage, that kind of mean that their love is trapped there. Like how their relationship being so troublesome and bound by these fateful encounters. The lights are quite similar, handon always has this blue lighting for them, which sometimes it’s kind of weird. The first time it is Hope decorating the ceiling with stars for Landon. It’s sweet, but also implying that what Handon has is the false beauty of them and not keeping the cage symbolism in mind. In other way of interpreting it, this is the writer foreshadowing their endgame. Cuz they’re trapped there, no way in no way out.

29) I think I’m not the only one bothered by the mostly lack of real Landon appearance in s3. As we can see how MaliLandon words sits so right about, Landon not belonging to SBS if it weren’t Hope. Then he leaves with Cleo, that’s a thing for Sowanby too, they still don’t have roots with the school, and it’s a great bonding between them, friendship or not. It’s the bond between them that matter. In 314 315, we always see that the students were totally fine without Landon. Like the three trios paralleling? It’s sad that Landon is like bouncing here and there in SBS but never really belong. And now the writers kind of ripped his personal development. So now he has neither his pheonix powers nor fighting skills, great? And even Hope’s growth too. We are seeing her moving to a good direction and the writers have to drag her back in the hell hole. Hope needs to not always looking at Landon for her happiness, it’s not good for the both of them. Like MG said, be your own person.

30) THEORIES regarding Landon: a) It’s MaliLandon all the way? I hope not, it’s reminding me of Lost Girl that one of the characters slept with the father personating the person she loves, and got pregnant. Tell you what was more alarming? When the episode ended, I was recommended to move on to Lost Girl on CW seed. It’s disgusting! Why do you want to help make me hate Handon? I don’t even hate them initially! I’m like struggling to be logical and lean on the positive side here. Why I can’t move on from this possibility: first, I’ve always headcannon that Malivore has partial control over Landon. Like how Landon actually wasn’t lying in 102 103? That’s Malivore. And Handon, as genius as always, doesn’t talk about it. Second, the way that Landon dissolved, he was human back then, but he turns into goo? how does it even work? If he is human, toxic to dna will make him die, not become goo, right? Even if that wasn’t a problem, it can also be MaliLandon trying his luck. Third, Malivore purpose is to make the perfect legacy, he will totally give it a try to make tribrid-Malivore babies. Fourth, during the inspiration from Cleo, MaliLandon has Landon’s memories, enhancing the theories that Malivore has partial control over Landon, so even if it wasn’t MaliLandon, it’s still partial-MaliLandon. Fifth, after the inspiration, MaliLandon said that he doesn’t need Hope to tackle his problem or for his purposes, which means he initially wanted Hope, thinking getting to Hope can help with his purposes. It’s really not a far-fetched.

31) THEORIES regarding Landon: b) it’s real Landon during sex, but Malivore got him in the prison world. While having Landon’s personal growth ripped and Handon still dragging out are not pleasant at all, this is still a more pleasant theory for me. At least Landon did start fighting for himself after sometime, and while the sex is still partial-MaliLandon, at least it’s not MaliLandon. (I’m always using at least for Handon 🙃) maybe we can still have Landon fighting skills? Cuz I was happy for him about this though. But I just don’t think so. The evidence for this theory is, my feeling about Landon in 306 is that it kind of fits Landon personality, but he did start his violence there. Another thing is the letter. There’s care in “to whom it may concern”. However, that can be just me being simp. And there’s also possibilities that the partial control from Malivore is cultivating Landon’s behaviour starting there and slowly taking control. Because making a deal with the devil always has its consequences. It’s either that or Landon was taken after the letter.

32) regarding the picture above, i just want to point out about another interesting point about the structure of the scene, if you scroll back and see sowanby picture with the door and another bonding talk, you can se that there’s always pillar and frames that’s framing or trapping them together. Like Handon. I mean that’s totally MaliLandon, so this pointing out is not mean to be romantic. It’s just a thought about how devastating that Cleo is stuck in something her whole life, especially the picture structure that implies that she’s stuck with MaliLandon again.

33) overall I’m thinking this is a good and disgusting episode. With all the unexpected twist, it’s really good, there’s actually layers in showing us that Landon is not Landon every time. Then those bonding. The soundtrack, the scenes. Disgusting, is about the theory, and how we are all tangled back to Handon again after we finally have some fresh air. Not to mention the always surprisingly convenient that Landon always has an excuse when we see Landon did something bad to Hope. Like he can never be making big mistake while only having little questionable doings that can’t possible tarnish him being the perfect person in the show. The first time he lies, Malivore controlled him. During the pageant competition, he is justified to walk away when he totally chose the wrong timing to ask that question, leaving Hope alone breaking in front of such important event. 207, monsters are coming for him, he’s protecting people by leaving. Musical episode, he needs to cross boundaries because it’s bound to be, without further reasoning it with Hope, when Hope specifically was very respectful of him in 111 about his songs. And now, this. That’s not him, we can’t blame him. He will never be blame for something big because the writers is biased. Very biased in making that Landon is better than anyone else in the show, so he’s the perfect guy for Hope. Like no one can compare with him. He’s almost perfect. Perfect than Hope.

34) Reflect on what Hope did in 308, MG is kind of right, she shouldn’t have touched it without fully prepared. Because it totally let Malivore running out free instead of him being an originally contained problem. It’s for the good view in whole. Heroes make hard decisions. There’s still the hair thing cut from Hope and Golem!Landon.

These pictures is my work, while it’s easy to get it yourself, and not that I’m professional in doing this. But I still did screenshot them one by one and did some editing. So please like or label the sources when you save or use it. ♥️

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guqin-and-flute · 3 years

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please tell me everything about yanxiyao. i am invested. nay, i am obsessed. an ot3 made up entirely of people who Deserved Better and they are GETTING IT. i don’t care if it’s deep, agonizing 3AM thoughts that make me question how i think about life and love and the mortifying ordeal of being known or if it’s pointless fluffbits scrounged up from your daydreams. GIVE THEM TO ME

AHA, this delighted me, I’m so glad!! [rubs hands] Okay, you have unlocked the avalanche, stream of consciousness, here we go. Boy howdy this got long, so full rambling under the cut.

So I’ve already outlined how it starts with JGY, but you’ve probably seen that and I’m probably going to actually write a getting together fic at some point if the scenes start falling out of the sky into my head, so I’ll skip past that for the time being and start with the beginning of the triad. It begins in a most definite V with JGY as the hinge--Xichen and Yanli are very careful and considerate about each other’s time with him and try very hard not to overlap. Most things are separate--sex times, dates, meals (unless it’s everyone [siblings, et. al] eating together), sleepovers.

However, something happens. Perhaps JGY starts asking to spend a day with both of them, perhaps the greeting conversations when Xichen visits grow longer and warmer and bleed into sitting together over tea, laughing, and forgetting the days plans. Perhaps the way Xichen delights in holding their daughter and playing so very patiently with her begins to completely charm Yanli.

Perhaps it’s when Yanli and JGY leave the toddler with Wen Qing and Jiang Cheng to go for a nice leisurely trip together to Gusu but the weather turns and they have to stay in an inn in the middle of nowhere overnight and Yanli’s health takes a sharp dive all of a sudden and JGY sends a Jin butterfly to tell Xichen the situation and that they’re going to be late. And it’s only after he’s sent it that it comes to his attention that this rinky-dink village’s doctor actually lives in the next city over and is out of town for his daughter’s wedding or something idiotic and won’t be back for days--he has learned this after a slog through the rain to said doctor’s empty house in said next-city-over and then returned to demand of the innkeeper what exactly he’s playing at, sending him out like that when he knew the doctor wasn’t there. And he’s in the process of not strangling the innkeeper when the door bursts open and it’s Xichen, completely waterlogged and anxious and JGY is appalled that he’s just flown through a thunderstorm but secretly very, very relieved he is here.

And so they go upstairs and Yanli is incredibly happy to see both of them, especially since her fever has gotten worse and she is freezing. She wants snuggles and JGY reasons that they should both get in on it, because more body heat, y’know (he’s only trying to help, there are limited options, here) but he and Xichen both are completely soaked from traveling in the rain and they hesitate. Yanli is very much, ‘Oh noooo, the 2 hot men who need to snuggle me are covered in wet cloooothes?? Whatever shall we doooo?’ And the both of them are very seriously trying to tell her that Xichen will need to take off his robes if they’re going to be in bed together and is she okay with that and she’s like, ‘WhaAaaAaat? 😲 Holy cow, I guess I’ll suffer through :3c’ And they laugh and snuggle and sleep and the next few days is them taking care of her while she apologizes for getting sick and ruining the trip while they maintain that this is very nice, actually, minus her feeling terrible. They don’t actually visit Gusu and just end up spending time together in the inn while she recovers.

So, after that, Yanli and Xichen’s relationship becomes a lot more physically affectionate--they hug when they see each other, they kiss each other on the cheek, Yanli and JGY both snuggle up to his sides when they sit alone on the pavilion with the curtains drawn. The both of them have talked separately with JGY about whether this is okay, whether they’re overstepping any boundaries, and his response was basically an incredulous, ‘Are you joking? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’ And so the 3 of them spend more and more time together, and maybe there’s a night where they’re all in Xichen’s guest room at Lotus Pier, maybe having a few drinks, and they get onto the subject of how good of a kisser their A-Yao is and he protests saying that they’re biased because they haven’t kissed anyone else, so how could they know. And Xichen flushes and grins, “Aren’t you sly?” and JGY blinks innocently and says, “I don’t know what on earth you could mean 😇!” and Yanli is biting back a laugh and also a little pink but tilts her chin up invitingly and they do kiss and it’s lovely and JGY realizes exactly how much he enjoys that. And from then on, the Xichen’s guest room is more of a formality/decoy than anything else and their suite just so happens to get updated with a bigger bed because, y’know, reasons.

✨Vibes✨:

-WangXian matchmaking happens in earnest when YanXiYao first start their arrangement because now JGY has a concrete reason to find more excuses for more frequent visits from the Twin Jades

-Something about the 2 of them together makes it so that JGY can break down more easily--when it’s just Yanli, he still feels very protective and it’s hard to show his anger. When it’s just Xichen, he doesn’t want to cause him pain, and it’s hard to show when he’s hurting and despairing. When the three are together he is able to let them hold him more easily instead of withdrawing and isolating himself, and it frustrates him, but is also very good for him.

-Xichen and Yanli have a very intense and deep affection for each other that rides the fuzzy line of romantic and alterous; they enjoy cuddling, kissing, they definitely aren’t averse to having sex with each other but it usually happens when JGY is involved in some way, whether everyone participates or it’s a voyeuristic situation in whatever capacity (though this may be impacted by the fact that he doesn’t live with them and most days, Yanli is pleasantly lukewarm about sexual activity in general, so who’s to say it wouldn’t happen naturally, in time?)

-Xichen and Yanli have a relationship that has grown beyond just what they have with JGY and have a wonderful time talking together, giving each other gifts, and exchanging letters. There is a shared exasperation for JGY’s treatment of his health and often look to each other as back up (JGY is annoyed. They simply smile.) They don’t feel the need to really categorize their relationship besides the fact that they love each other, consider the other their best friend, are deeply fond of one another, and plan to all stay as they are for the rest of their lives. (Maybe, eventually, this will lead to a secret marriage ceremony, just for the 3 of them).

-It was after the inn/fever incident that she insisted Xichen call her A-Li

-All 3 have a devious streak and it makes for some very sweet 2 ganging up on 1 and showering them with kisses and affection.

-JGY and Yanli write him joint letters as well as individual ones of their own

-JGY and Yanli view Xichen as an equal status, commuter sort of parent and ask for his opinions and advice on parenting things. Xichen loves the kids like his own and gets to essentially have a kid without the complicated feelings of them being his heir and going through the Lan’s strict practices and corporal punishment. He takes them at Cloud Recesses for a few weeks every year.

-Each of the men have their own guilt attacks, now and again, Xichen about his involvement being selfish (Heirs! Propriety! His uncle!) and JGY over wanting too much (Infidelity! Reputation! A-Li!), and Yanli--who has done enough soul searching and has very comfortably decided that, no, she is quite fine being happy--calmly sits them down, gives them tea, kisses their foreheads, and makes them hold hands with her as they watch their kids play.

#yanxiyao #peony to lotus #my stuff #ahhh this was a nice little exploration 😊#surprisingly there isn't a ton of angst #I'm sure I could make some but this is just generally fluffy and nice!#ask #ask spam #Anonymous

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missn11 · 3 years

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Feel free to answer this later because we've been talking Vampire all day (thank you! Made my Friday) and I'm sure you have important stuffins to do, but when you have time, do you have any tips for writing Ming Xiao, LaCroix, and Nines? And their triad? How do the babes babe. Thanks!

@badass-at-cuddling aw your more than welcome :D I enjoyed our vampire discussions too! :D

Oh wow, I'm really flattered! XD buckle in cause this is going to be a long post!

For LaCroix and Ming Xiao

okay, Well I feel that the way I feel writing LaCroix and Ming Xiao is examine what they are willing to justify to themselves, how do they explain away themselves feeling or doing things that are expected of them? Have they been wounded by Kindred/Kuei-jin society enough to even be willing to admit to themselves that they can even feel love? What do they see their actions as? Do they see it as the ends justify means, in how I see it, LaCroix's case about him gaining the power and respect he deserves, in Ming Xiao's stopping the Sixth Age and building the legacy she desperately wants. this of course will depend on how you see their ultimate goal, maybe LaCroix thinks by gaining great power he can make the world a better place or its a desperate grab so he can survive another night. I also feel that in their desperate drive for their goals, they have also neglected their personal needs, companionship for example. Ming Xiao might feel that she is always sacrificing her needs for the chance for the Sixth Age to be stopped, and will make excuses to herself about how maybe her hurting the people of Chinatown via the Tong was necessary in the pursue of the greater goal.

Bottom line is, they think they are in the right in vtmb and will have a hard time seeing otherwise.

For Nines

I feel writing Nines is peeling back the front he puts on himself, he has to appear strong for the Anarchs as they can't afford to lose another leader and thus hope. But he doesn't want to here, he's been left alone by MacNeil and Garcia, when they shouldn't have left him and all the Anarchs alone. There is a lot of anger, sadness, and perhaps forced acceptance of the importance of his leadership role. He wants to do right by the Anarchs, taking care of them is his number one goal, but he also can't afford to get too close them as well, for they might be gone tomorrow night. So he tries to help toughen them up so they don't need to rely on him anymore, but yet they always do and worship the ground he walks on and it makes him feel alienated and pressured to not screw up.

In LA by Night, Nines is out of the anger phase and is fully in his depressive state, he's seen too much war and is tiiiired, he'll fight when its needed but he cannont bring himself to lead, he is afraid of it. his beast desires to have it all, maybe the reason Nines is scared to be the leader of the movement is that he thinks he'll go too far, perhaps wanting to control everyone, or crush anything he sees as unAnarch like. I'm sure he has some feeling about the gangland way of things in LA and wants to do something about it, so he holds back. Again he might stifle his own needs and comfort about himself for the sake of everyone else, but deep down might think he is isn't the right man for the job but the only one who can now.

Okay, for the triad, it depends on what route you wanna go with them, healthyish or unhealthy cause I see many ways to either.

But either way it'll usually start with full enemies to lovers knife/gun to the throat and barbed banter and maybe hot hate fucking, it'll take a lot for these three to be sweet to or at least admit that they care about each other! XD But the biggest draw for them is that they have the chance to be equals, bare themselves about how hard it is to be the leader, and discuss/debate about their different leadership styles, maybe Nines gets to understand that maybe taking more control isn't going to doom him to corruption or he'll be become more comfortable with the idea of being corrupted since the ends justify the means. And maybe LaCroix and Ming Xiao can learn that maybe being awful isn't a great thing for a leader to be! XD

Eventually, they'll get to the point that they will slay their enemies for each other(Maybe after said enemies threatens or captures one of them and they have rescue their lover and their feelings start to grow or be admitted from there), LaCroix and Ming Xiao are wooed when they talk to each other about how they'll destroy each other's enemies, however, I can see Nines being like "Hey please don't into detail about how you'll ruin our enemies lives, just say you'll protect me or something." XD But most importantly once they can be vulnerable and soft with each other, LaCroix will spoil Ming Xiao and Nines however he can, money is no object to him after all (poor Nines would perfer if LaCroix would just buy him a good solid car to drive in, something big familes would have, or weapons or havens for the Anarchs! XD) Ming Xiao would also spoil LaCroix and Nines with unique gifts and tell them tales about the Kuei-jin or her life. While all of them will be affectionate towards each other, Nines will be the one who is the most affectionate to LaCroix and Ming Xiao, giving them attention when needed or little thoughtful gifts. :3

And of course I see them enjoying movies together.

I hope this answers your questions :D

#vampire the masquerade #Vampire The Masquerade Bloodlines #VTMB #Sebastian LaCroix #Ming Xiao #nines rodriguez #LaCroix/Nines/Ming Xiao #L/M/N #Ante Up #asks #badass-at-cuddling

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‘One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon’ with Nact please! ~ Potat <3

Hiya Potat~! It's been a while since you've dropped in the inbox! Good to have you back!

And what a question you have for me. Here's hoping my answer pleases you! Also, I think I'm gonna cheat with this one and give two answers for the variants of the question.

..........

One thing I wish would happen: I've heard this idea around in the Black Clover fandom and that's the idea that Nacht gets shown redoing his contracts with his own devils. Nacht stated that Asta was right to make an equal contract with Liebe. However, he made his contracts where the devils are fully subjugated. It's unclear whether or not he changed it since the initial contract. I want a scene, post-Spade, where we actually see Nacht changing the contracts as he tries to be a more righteous person. It would be more fair to those adorable devils of his and show that he's growing as a person.

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: Nacht is a noble and the vice-captain of the Black Bulls. And yet, his abilities in battle feel kind of... not seen to me. He's only been in fights with Asta, Dante, and the twin devils. However, with Asta it was only training. Against Dante, he mostly defended and left the offensive front to Jack. And the twin devils fight put him at a complete disadvantage where he was dodging most of the time. I wanted to see him fight more and be successful but no. He doesn't get a win and is now just running around the castle to catch the aftermath of the fights against the Dark Triad. Tabata, please. Let my darling devil win a fight...

Just in general, I want better for Nacht. If I owned Black Clover, I would treat Nacht so much better than Tabata does now.

#questions from the ask box #ask game #potat anon #black clover #nacht faust

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storydays · 3 years

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Season 1, ep3, p2

"Your best friend is a.....polar bear dog." Mako started wearily, before smiling fondly at Neo, who grunted. "Somehow that makes perfect sense, considering." "I'll take that as a compliment, city boy." A few minutes later, they arrived to town square, looking around and didn't see a sign of you or Bolin. Neo stopped near Firelord Zuko's statue from his early days, looked up and barked. "Well, this is Bo's normal hang out spot, and Neo seems to have missed (Y/-" Mako was cut off by Neo running over to the kids playing nearby, licking one of the boys.

Laughing, the kids crowded around him and Naga, who followed her brother, ignoring the two approaching figures behind the two animals. "You guys seen my brother around here today?" Mako called, as the oldest turned towards them. "Perhaps. My memory's a little...foggy. Maybe you can help clear it up." The child sniffed, before holding his hand out. "You're good, Skoochy. A real pro." Mako chuckled, before handing the child a few coins. "Yeah, I've seen him." "When?" demanded the firebender. "About noon." "What was he doing?" A frown came onto Skoochy's face, as he recalled the earlier event. "He was performing some kind of monkey-rat circus, and then..." Turning, the kid held his hand out for more.

Skoochy yelped as a giant water hand picked him up, and brought him face to face with an unimpressed you. Chuckling sheepishly, he grinned at your raised eyebrow. "H-Hey, (Y/F/N)! How you doing?" "Skoochy, take the kids back to the Rosario, and do not come out without Mika." You said sternly, placing the child down and watching them run off. "Hey, come back here!" Mako called, before glaring up at a casual you, Korra laughing at you shrugging carelessly.

"I got a lead on where Bolin is," you jumped down in front of the two, sliding your glider into your holster on your back. "The Triple Threats, the Red Monsoons, the Agni Kais..all the triads are muscling up for something big..." "Meaning there's a turf war brewing, and Bolin's about to get caught right in the middle of it." Mako frowned, rubbing his forehead. "Yup, follow me. I managed to track him down, but it wouldn't hurt to have some backup; let's go."

Hopping onto Neo, you told him to go to the Triad's hideout, waited for Mako to get on, and the three of you take off on the Water Tribe animals, and cross the river, when Naga stopped and starting chasing a small animal. "Wait, Naga!" "That's Pabu!" Korra and Mako said at the same time. "No, Naga, Pabu is a friend, not food." Korra said sternly, as the two bumped noses and Pabu crawled onto Mako's shoulder. "We gotta hurry." reminded the firebender.

*At the hideout*

"Something's not right..there are usually thugs posted out front. We need to be--" Mako trailed off as Korra kicked the door in. Mako deadpanned as you strolled in, hands behind your head, looking around curiously at the trashed hideout. "Bolin? You here?" Mako called, looking around. You sensed Bolin's presence outside, and hurried outside, with water skin arms forming around your arms. You called out to the other two. "I've got visual on them! Let's go!" You realized that following them in plain view wasn't the best idea. "Neo, help Korra and Mako! I'm going solo!"

You veered right heading towards the rooftops, keeping an eye on the van and your surroundings. Mako fired a blast of fire towards the bikes, Korra used her earthbending but the kidnapper jumped over the earth, and another fired two ball traps toward the polar bear dogs, making the animals trip and send the Avatar and firebender to the ground. "Oh man." You stopped chasing Bolin and jumped down to protect Korra and Mako from the incoming enemy.

It was three on one with Korra getting neutralized early in the fight followed by Mako getting knocked down. You stood in front of them protectively, before using your waterbending to make a ice barrier, making the enemies send out canisters of gas and got back on their bikes zooming off.

Korra groaned, Naga helping her stand up, before trying to firebend. "Ugh! I can't bend! I can't bend!" She panicked. "Calm down, Korra." You stated, helping Mako up before Neo cuddled into your back. "It'll wear off. Those guys were chi blockers. They're Amon's henchmen." continued Mako stretched his arm out, as Korra did the same. "Amon? That anti-bending guy with the mask?"

You sat down on Neo's back cross-legged, closed your eyes and began searching for Bolin's spirit. "Yeah, he's the leader of the Equalists." "But what do they want with the Triple Threats?" wondered the Water Tribe girl. "Whatever it is..it can't be good. I can't believe Bolin got himself into this mess. " Mako pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed in annoyed concern. "Mako, we're going to save your brother, I promise you that." Korra and Mako stared into each other's eyes.

Neither noticed (e/c) eyes staring at them, before their owner smirked. You grabbed Neo's reigns, and coughed. They turned to him. "If you two are done with your romantic stare down.."They sputtered at him as he continued breezily. "I've found Bo again, but we need to go." Mako cleared his throat and hopped onto Neo's back. "Neo, let's go." You urge, heading towards the other side of town.

*timeskip*

You let Neo, Naga and Pabu rest near the warehouse, and threw clothes at Korra and Mako. "Hey, what are these for (Y/N)?" Korra asked, just as Mako asked, "How'd you get our measurements?" You scoff, tying your hair back, and pulling a headband on to hide your arrow. "Please, have you guys met hyper active airbenders? Instead of chasing them, I learned how to take measurements discretely. Anyway, we need those to get in to where they're keeping Bolin." They shrugged and went to go get change.

"You guys go first, and wait for me near the entrance. I'll enter after you guys." You watched as Korra wrapped her arm around Mako. You starred at them, looked at Neo, before laughing at the scene in front of you, your polar bear dog laughing aside you. "O-Okay," you snickered before sobering up. "Wait here for me boy, we'll be back." Neo nudged you, as you adjusted your coat, and heading towards the entrance.

"This is a private event, no one gets in without a invitation." The guard crossed his arm before you showed him a flyer you grabbed from the man in the park. "The revelation is upon us my brother. Enjoy." He stepped aside and let you in. You walked towards Korra and Mako and gasped at the insane of amount of people gathered.

"I knew a lot of people hated benders but I've never seen so many in one place." Mako mumbled. "Okay, Korra, you know what to do. Mako and I will go into the crowd and watch for Bolin. Stay safe." You all nodded, before splitting up. "And now, please welcome your hero, your savior, Amon!" an announcer called out, as said figure rose up from below the stage. You felt tremors running down your back seeing the masked man again.

'I'm not afraid of him. I'm prepared for him this time.' "My quest for equality began many many years ago. When I was a boy, my family and I lived on a small farm. We weren't rich, and none of us were benders. This made us very easy targets for the firebender who extorted my father. One day, my father confronted this man, but when he did, that firebender took my family from me, then he took my face."

Amon turned towards the crowd in front of him. "I've been forced to hide behind a mask, ever since. As you know, the Avatar has recently arrived in Republic City." Suddenly everyone began booing and jeering at the mention of Korra. "And if she were here, she would tell you that bending brings balance to the world, but she is wrong. The only thing bending has brought to the world is suffering."

You clenched your fists at this accusation. "It has been the cause of every war in every era, but that is about to change.I know you've been wondering what this whole 'revelation?' You are about to get your answer." You and Mako looked at each other in concern, before turning back to the stage. "Since the beginning of time, the spirits have acted as guardians of our world, and they haven spoken to me." 'Pfft, what a load of bison crap.' You snickered to yourself.

"They say the Avatar has failed humanity, that's why the spirits have chosen me to usher a new era of balance. They have granted me a power that will make equality a reality--The power to take away a person's bending away.....permanently." You couldn't help but gasp along with the crowd. "T-That's imp-possible. T-This guy is insane!" Mako raised an eyebrow at your stuttering, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders in comfort, like he does with Bolin.

"Now for a demonstration. Please welcome, "Lightning Bolt" Zolt leader of the Triple Triad, and one of the most notorious criminals in Republic City." You watch as said criminal scowled at the crowd. The normals began booing him which resulted him saying back, "Ah, boo yourself!" You laugh at his sarcastic attitude. You watched as other members of the Triple Triad and Bolin be forced to kneel. "There's Bolin." You muttered to Mako. "What's taking Korra so long?" Mako muttered.

"Zolt has amassed a fortune by extorting and abusing non-benders but his reign of terror is about to come to an end. However, in the interest of fairness, I will give Zolt the chance to fight to keep his bending." The two backed up to give each other space, for a proper battle. "You're going to regret doing that, pal." Zolt smirked before they began fighting back and forth with Zolt getting more and more frustrated and finally began shooting lighting at Amon who moved quickly.

Amon grabbed Zolt by the back of his neck, and began doing something to him, you started shivering under Mako's arm. The lightning died down, and a burst of flame came from Zolt's hand, before he collapsed. ' W-what was that?' you thought as Zolt staggered to his feet. "What did you do to me?" he demanded. "Your firebending is gone...forever." Amon turned to the crowd and said strongly: "The era of bending is over. A new era of equality has begun." He raised his fist as the crowd around you begun shifting uncomfortably. "Not yet, (Y/N). We need to wait for Korra." Mako whispered, grabbing your hand stopping you from exposing yourselves. "B-But I can't just sit here and watch these other benders lose--" "I know, but unfortunately we have no choice," he hissed, mentally cursing your need to help others at this moment.

It was at that moment that steam entered the room, causing people to freak out. "Let's go." whispered Mako before you took to the stage, making icicles pop up entrapping Amon and his guards in place. Mako grabbed Bolin while Amon called to you, "You can try and resist all you want (Y/N) but I assure you, you will see things my way." You didn't reply but bended the steam to hide your escape.

You all run into the alleyway, discarding your clothes. But then heard Neo howling in pain and growling aggravation at the Equalists trying to tame him. You were torn between helping your friends, and helping your animal buddy. Then an Equalist slashed Neo with a knife and that was when you made your decision. You used nearby water to push yourself into the air and used the momentum to kick the enemies away and encased them into ice before sending them into the empty building nearby, effectively knocking him out. You exhaled sharply before turning to Neo's whimpering form, and your friends approaching you, from atop of Naga. You pulled water from you emergency pouch and began moving it across the wound.

Neo whinned in annoyance and you hummed in acknowledgement. "Sorry boy, I'm almost done. Are you guys okay?" You asked, not allowing yourself to stop healing. "Yes, we're fine. These two are a little fried but otherwise we're good." Neo licked you and stood up, stretching his leg carefully. Naga nudged him with snout before the two were ready to go. "Bo, you can ride with me." You offered a hand to the weary Earthbender. "Thanks for finding me (Y/N)." he mumbled sleepily, as you all escaped.

*Timeskip*

You walked wearily behind Korra, shaken from what you witnessed. "Thank goodness, I was just about to send out a search party. Are you two all right?" He placed a hand on both of your shoulders. "Mm-mm." "N-No Uncle." You looked over the ledge before jumping down, using the water to soften your fall, and running off to your mother's tree, exhaling heavily. You didn't blink when you felt the air move behind you.

"Uncle, when Amon took away the other's bendings, I felt their pain, surprise, and their sorrow, like nothing I've felt before." You turned around and sunk to your knees, feeling small. He sat next to you, draping his cloak over you. "That is because you are an empath, like your mother. She was connected with the spirits in a similar manner. Perhaps it's best if you talk to your gran-gran about this, try and get your mind back in the right place." You peek at him from under your bangs as Nevermore landed near you, and tilted her head curiously.

"Yeah, maybe."

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nonbinary-octopus · 4 years

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Not Just the Two of Us Chapter 1: Confession

Summary: Roman's boyfriend is the best. Really. So why can't he shake this crush?

Wordcount: 1.7 K

A shoutout to @magpiemorality for the title! Thanks, Magpie!

[Masterpost]

[More of my writing]

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“Okay,” Roman muttered to himself, getting the coffee grounds out and measuring careful, level scoops into the coffee machine — five scoops of the regular grounds and one scoop of the hazelnut ones, exactly how Logan liked it. “Best case scenario.” He took a deep breath. “Best case scenario. Logan isn’t upset. He tells me how to fix this. We move on, and it’s like nothing ever happened. It’s a… hm. It’s a one.” Roman poured the water into the machine and turned it on. “Worst case scenario.” He winced. “Logan immediately dumps me, and then he calls our friends and tells them and they friend-dump me, and I’m alone forever.” Roman grimaced and opened the freezer. “That’s a one too, though. Or less,” he added, getting out the box of frozen waffles. “Most likely scenario,” Roman continued, putting a waffle in each slot of the toaster and pushing the lever down. “Logan is hurt. But he thanks me for being honest and— and says it was brave of me to come to him with this. Then he tells me how to fix it, or we figure it out together, and then we put it behind us and move on. Not as if it never happened, but we’re still happy together. That’s a… an eight, at least. Maybe even a nine, but that’s pushing it.” Finally, Roman filled the teakettle with water and set it on the stove. He nodded to himself. Although there was still a ball of nervous energy resting in the pit of his stomach, he felt that he could do this. He got out a pair of mugs, putting a teabag in his and leaving Logan’s empty.

Logan came in just as the kettle began to sing. “Good morning, love,” he greeted.

“Good morning!” Roman answered, taking the kettle off the stove. As Logan crossed the kitchen, Roman poured hot water in his own mug and coffee into Logan’s. He passed it over, and Logan took a moment to observe as stars appeared on what had previously been a plain black mug. Roman bobbed his teabag up and down in the hot water, watching the color seep out.

“Something is on your mind,” Logan noted.

Roman nodded. “Mm-hm.”

“Care to tell me what it is?”

“Let me give you breakfast first.” Roman turned away, pulling the warm waffles from the toaster and placing them on a plate. He spread them with butter and Logan’s favorite jam, trying to calm his heart rate. It had spiked up again at the thought of what he had to confess.

When he turned back around, he thought he had himself under control. Logan had sat down at their small breakfast-nook table and was sipping his coffee. Roman sat down across from him with his tea and set the plate of waffles between them.

“Thank you,” Logan said fondly, picking up one waffle. Roman watched him take a bite, and as Logan chewed, Roman opened his mouth to confess.

“Let me preface this by saying that I love you,” Roman said. “I’ve never been happier than when I’ve been with you.”

“I love you too,” Logan answered sincerely. He didn’t ask what was wrong, and Roman appreciated that.

“I also want to say that it was an accident,” Roman added. “I didn’t mean to, and I was trying to fix it by myself, but I can’t, so I need your help. And I understand if you get upset, but please let me say my bit before you answer.”

Logan nodded seriously. He put the waffle and his coffee down, clasping his hands around the mug and giving Roman his full attention. “Alright.”

Roman took a deep breath. He’d rehearsed in his head what he wanted to say, and though he was feeling more than a little stage fright now that it came down to it, he remembered his lines. Quickly, almost rushing through the words, he said, “I have a crush. On someone else. I didn’t do it on purpose, and I haven’t acted on it, of course, and it doesn’t lessen the love I have for you in the slightest, but it’s there and I don’t know how to get rid of it.”

Roman finished abruptly, and silence hung between them for a few seconds as Logan first waited a moment to be sure Roman had finished speaking, and then processed what he had said.

“You have a crush on someone else,” Logan repeated. He didn’t sound upset, and not in his deliberately calm, upset-but-hiding-it sort of way that most people couldn’t tell from the real thing.

Roman nodded.

“And you wish to be rid of these feelings?”

“Yes!” Roman exclaimed. “Like I said, I’m very happy with you, and I don’t want to change that! I’ve been trying to be a good, faithful boyfriend and ignore the way I felt about Virgil, but the feelings only got stronger and stronger and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, one way to be rid of an unwanted attraction is to gain closure,” Logan said. “Attempting to wish feelings away can be unfruitful when some part of you, however small, believes that a relationship might be possible. By informing your crush of your feelings for them, and being told concretely that they do not reciprocate, you are emotionally freed to move on.”

“Does that work?”

Logan shrugged. “In theory. I tried it on you, and you immediately deviated from the conversation I had anticipated.”

Roman was stunned speechless for a few seconds. Finally, he said, “You asked me out so that I would reject you?”

“Actually, I did not ask you out at all,” Logan corrected. “I informed you of my feelings toward you, and then you asked me out.”

“Should I have not done that?” Roman asked, feeling worried all over again.

“On the contrary,” Logan assured him. “I quite prefer dating you over not dating you. I simply had not expected you to reciprocate my feelings. I was quite pleased to be proven wrong.”

“I didn’t,” Roman admitted. “I mean, I loved you, but in a friend way, not a gay way. I mean, I am gay, so everything I do is always gay, but I wasn’t in love with you yet. That started during our first date.”

“Oh,” Logan said. He tilted his head slightly to the side and raised his eyes, clearly thinking back to the beginning of their relationship.

“What should I do about my crush on Virgil?” Roman asked, pulling Logan out of his recollections. “I could try the get rejected plan, but what if he doesn’t?”

Logan returned the question. “What would happen if you told him you were in love with him, and he reciprocated?”

Roman frowned. “I am not going to cheat on you with one of our best friends,” he nearly snapped.

“I am not suggesting that you do so,” Logan answered calmly. “Roman, have you ever heard of polyamory?”

Roman thought about it, his frown lightening slightly. “No. What is it?”

“The word comes from the greek polús or poly, meaning ‘many,’ and the latin amor, meaning ‘love,’” Logan began, “and is defined as the practice of or desire for an intimate relationship with more than one partner, with the consent of all parties involved.”

Roman blinked. “You can do that?”

“Yes, so long as everyone involved is aware of and consents to the polyamorous status of the relationship. Without that, then it does become cheating, but with proper consent and communication, a polyamorous relationship can be just as healthy and happy as any other relationship.”

Roman thought he could see where Logan was going with this, but he didn’t quite want to say it out loud yet. Instead, he asked, “So like being in a couple, but there are three people instead of two? And they’re all dating each other?”

“Yes, that is one example of a polyamorous relationship,” Logan agreed, giving Roman a smile. “It’s called an equal triad. Another example involving three people is called a vee. Rather than all three partners dating each other, one is simultaneously dating the other two, who are not dating each other.”

“Wouldn’t they get jealous of each other, if they’re both dating the same person?”

“It is possible,” Logan said. “However, in a polyamorous relationship, the members make an effort to practice compersion rather than jealousy. That is, they recognize that their partner’s other partner brings them joy, and so they are glad for the happiness their metamor — that is, their partner’s partner — brings their mutual partner.”

Roman must have been making a confused face, because Logan changed tactics. “Consider it like this: I myself am neutral on most disney movies. However, I have a certain fondness for your collection, because they make you happy, and I like seeing you happy. I am not jealous of the love you bestow upon those films, but rather, I appreciate them for the joy they bring into your life. Similarly, were you to start dating Virgil — in a way that was polyamorous rather than cheating, of course — I believe that I would not be jealous of him either, or upset that I had to ‘share’ you, but pleased that you were feeling joy due to that relationship.”

“Oh.”

Logan gave Roman a very gentle smile. “Do you think that you would like to pursue a romantic relationship with Virgil?”

“I mean…” Roman hesitated. “Yeah? I think so? If… if you’re really okay with it…”

“I think you should ask him out.” Logan picked up his coffee again, taking a long sip. Roman was quiet, and Logan added, “You may want to take some time first to further sort out your feelings with this added information, and that is quite understandable. I know that this wasn’t the direction you expected this conversation to take. Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”

Roman nodded. “Thanks, Logan.”

“Any time, my love.”

Roman could feel himself blushing. To not have to say anything, he grabbed one of the waffles off the plate between them, taking a big bite.

~~~~~

Chapter 2: Making Plans

#original #my writing #sanders sides #my Sanders Sides writing #Not Just the Two of Us #eventually LAMP #polyamory #polysamderous #polyam #polyamsanders

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jackandthesoulmates · 3 years

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Kissing people, forgetting things.

Title: Kissing people, forgetting things

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27478216

Summary: When finds out that Sam and Jack don't take the case seriously, he decides to punish them.

Created for @samwinchesterbingo / @deanandsambingo

Square Filled: Sam/Jack/Dean, Established Relationship, Smut, Polyamory, BDSM

Rating: 18+, explicit

Pairing : Sam/Jack/Dean

Tags/Warnings: Threesome, Smut, bondage, Daddy/kitten kink, Dom!Dean, Switch!Sam, Sub!Jack

Word Count: ~3.9k

Creator’s Note: It's @ficforthought's fault. That's all I can say in my defense.

Jack chuckled, face burning red and his heart racing. Adrenaline flushed all trough his body. Was he really doing that? Right now? Here? On a case? But there was no hesitation, only arousal and he couldn't say no to Sam. Ever.

Sam smirked, placing kisses on Jack's neck and having his hands under Jack's shirt already. „It's fine, trust me“, he purred. „It will be fine, honey.“

„Hah but Sam... when Dean finds out, and he will-“, Jack drew a sharp breath when Sam's big hands, his big and warm hands wandered across his hips and further down in Jack's pants.

„Kiss me, honey.“ Sam's words made Jack shiver in anticipation. He looked up in Sam's hazel eyes and leaned into a kiss. First it was soft and gentle but soon Sam wrapped his hands around Jack's middle, holding him close. Jack escaped a soft moan and that's when they got to hold each other tight, hands tracing fabric and trying to sneak under several layers. „Good“, Sam whispered on Jack's trembling lips. „Dean taught you quite a lot already...“ Jack blushed and buried his face in his caretaker's flannel. „He did...“, he finally muttered. „More, Sam... please...“

Sam wasn't surprised that Jack wanted more. He was eager and curious and horny. For a kid that should barely be old to go to school. But he had ages so fast, and his mind matured so quickly it was hard to keep track. But what was a kid like Jack without the practical experiences? He knew nothing about the world but seemed like an adult already. Appearances are often deceiving. And Sam was more than willing to give Jack more. Everything.

That's why Sam didn't hesitate. He kissed Jack again, parted his lips and moaned silently into the kiss. Echoing Jack's soft and shaky moans.

„You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me right now!“

When Jack and Sam heard Dean's voice, loud and clear both jumped in surprise and fright.

„We're on a case and you have nothing better to do than... make out? In a dark alley? Really, Sam?“

So far Dean's voice didn't really sound surprised neither disappointed. But there was an edge in it and Sam knew it. Jack wasn't used to it until now that's why he turned around, his face deep red and his voice high pitched.

„Sorry Dean, I... we – we umm...“ Jack lifted his shoulders helplessly.

„You what, kitten?“ Dean came closer. His suit was open, tie loosened. The word kitten sent a tingle down Jack's spine and he was still insecure on how to act when Dean used it. No one else but those three seemed to be around. There was traffic nearby and the humming made Jack feel dizzy.

„I'm sorry, we didn't mean to. It just...!“ Jack shot a look at Sam, but his partner didn't seem to make any effort to help in this situation.

And Sam really didn't intend to help. It was part of their game. Sam's and Dean's. Their relationship has gained a new perspective when Jack entered the couple and they became a triad. All of this here was consensual, Jack loved the thrill. And the slight embarassment. And when Dean used his nickname for Jack it was more than clear that it was an invitation for all three to play. Instead of helping, Sam showed a smug grin and laid a hand in Jack's back, pushing forward.

„We couldn't help it, Dean. Jack wants me, what can I say? I just gave him what he wanted.“

Jack stiffened and then gave Sam a grudging look. „And what about you?!“

Sam just pushed him further towards Dean. And Dean now looked at Sam, eyes playfully narrowed. Sam knew the look. He wouldn't get away easily, too. But he was more experienced than Jack and he knew what he wanted. „Gave him what he wanted, huh?“

Dean's green eyes focused on Sam. He squared his shoulders, showing off that he maybe was shorter than Sam, but definitely the dominant one here.

„Yes“, Sam replied, still maintaining eye contact.

And when Dean finally stood in front of them, Sam seemed to look smaller now. And Jack felt dizzy, breathless. And feeling the tension built up, he wanted to cling onto Sam and beg first Sam then Dean to do whatever they liked.

„Seems to be both of you act like cats in heat. Don't put all the blame on the kitten. He's barely able to control himself.“

Dean was so close now, Jack could smell his perfume. He gasped and looked up to Dean, pleading. „I'm so sorry...“ He said, but Dean laid a finger on his open mouth. „Shh, kitten. You know you messed up, right?“

Jack nodded, holding back tears of embarassment. „I know. And you know what happens when you mess up, right? I have to punish you.“

Jack nodded again. Now supressing a sob. Dean's thumb gently rubbed over Jack's lower lip before he laid his hand on Jack's throat. He didn't try to choke Jack, not at all. It was a gesture of dominance, of 'you know where you belong, kitten' and Jack shivered. Dean placed his other hand on Sam's throat, but he was less gentle with his brother. Sam gulped but let it happen.

„And you, … baby. You should've known better. What did I say about giving in to kitten's attempts to seduce you, hmm? Tell me.“

Sam's voice was a whisper. „I have to ask for permission, master...“

Now it was Sam, signalling he interpreted the situation as playful. He gave Jack an assuring look.

„Did you ask for permission, baby?“

Sam wanted to shake his head but Dean's grip around his throat was tightening when he tried. He then said, sighing „No I didn't, master.“

Dean's eyes lightened up. He let go of both his partners and turned around.

„Seems like my needy boys will need a lesson in obedience. To the car. Both of you. Now.“

Jack gave Sam a look and then whispered. „You did this on puporse, Sam!“

Sam's answer was a chuckle and when he got to the car, following Dean he chirped „Thank me later.“

The car ride was silent and Dean had abandoned both of them to the back seat. Always back checking the mirror if his partners would start grabbing each other again.

But Jack was heavily intimidated by Dean's dominant persona, he didn't even dare to look at Sam. It was thrilling and embarassing at the same time and Jack was still getting used to all of it. In all his uneasiness of the situation he enjoyed the attention of Dean and Sam equally. Sam however was kind of a brat type and liked to tease Dean's dark side. He actively initiated atmospheres of sexual tension, like in the alley. It was Sam's need for Dean's attention. Even when the attention meant punishment later.

Back at the bunker, Dean let Sam and Jack lead the way to their shared rooms deep down the halls. And when they entered their sleeping room, Dean closed the door with a loud thud.

Jack jumped at the noise and turnt around just to see Dean taking off his tie with one smooth but sudden move. „You messed up, kitten. And you know I hate punishing you.“ Jack whimpered at the sight. Sam was suspiciously silent. „I- I'm sorry... daddy...“ Jack then managed to say, his voice husky.

„No more words, kitten. Get naked. Both of you.“

Sam's movements were sly while Jack struggled to undress himself the way Dean liked it. First their shirts, then pants, underwear. Socks. Sam always folded his clothes and put them on a chair nearby and since Jack learned from him, he did the same. Dean looked over to them supervising them. When Sam and Jack were completely naked, Dean ordered „kneel.“

Jack got down on his knees, sitting on heels, head up, hands on his thighs. Palms pointed upwards. Sam did the same. It was fascinating for Jack to see Sam like this. Sam was usually a warrior, like Dean. And he never let anyone boss him around. Except Dean. In this room.

„Good. Stay.“

And then Dean left the room. Jack knew that Dean would now shower and get ready for what was about to come. He would let his submissives wait, like usual. And while in Jack a lot of emotions drove a rollercoaster, Sam was perfectly calm. Jack sometimes envied Sam for his calmness, he knew it was learned. After years of servitude. And Sam and Dean were into much heavier kink than Jack and they wouldn't let him accompany them in harder sessions. Yet.

Jack's knees and heels started hurting but he knew he had to hold still. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly as long as Dean wasn't back and allowed him to move.

It took Dean at least half an hour to come back and by now Jack felt numb and itchy everywhere, while Sam had gotten in a trance like state. He even smiled, while he looked down at his own palms that laid perfectly still on Sam's thighs.

Dean closed the door again with a loud thud. He was in a new suit, it smelled of fresh cotton and Dean's deodorant.

„Did kitten behave?“ Dean asked. Sam didn't look up, just whispered „Yes, Master.“

Jack always felt belittled when Dean talked like Jack wasn't there but it was part of their game and deep down he loved how both cared about him. In their own ways.

„Get up. Only Sam.“ And Sam stood up, mumbling a devoted „Yes, Master.“

Because he wasn't given permission to look up, Jack only could hear the rustling of the sheets when Sam got on the bed. The following sounds weren't new to Jack either. It was the clattering of handcuffs. Dean and Sam had a silent conversation and all Jack could identify was Sam's sub voice and Dean's gentle praise. „You're such a good boy tonight, Sammy. You're sorry you disobeyed, huh?“ It sounded like a mother soothing its child and Jack felt a jolt of arousal when he overheard their communication. He wanted to be on this bed so badly himself.

„Kitten? Get up. Come here.“

Jack couldn't get up as fast as he wanted to. And when he looked over to the king size bed, Sam laid on his back, arms tied together with one of Dean's belts to the brass bed frame. Sam was clearly aroused, his cock hard and already leaking pre-cum. And Dean still fully dressed, besides the missing belt, stood in front of the bed, seemingly desinterested in Sam's appearance. Jack's stomach twisted in the best way.

Slowly he approached Dean, now looking down, obviously aroused at Sam's sight. And Sam looked at Jack, with teary, hungry eyes.

„I decided, now that you two can't get even keep your hands off each other on a case, I will punish you, by... well, you see. See how badly Sammy wants you? Look.“ Dean reached down and slowly, teasingly jerked Sam's cock. Sam thrusted in Dean's palm, desperately, panting slightly. „He's so needy to feel your tight little hole around his cock, he would probably accept any punishment by now... just to have it.“ Jack looked at Dean's moving hand. Mesmerized. And Dean's words only made it harder for Jack to contain his own needy whines.

Dean stopped jerking Sam and looked over to Jack, whose eyes grew wider and wider. „But... we all know both of you don't deserve it. You embarassed me. Both of you. Someone could've seen you!“

Jack muttered „I'm sorry, De-- daddy... I didn't mean to..“. But he knew his words wouldn't change anything by now.

„Hush, kitten. Get on top of Sam.“

With shaking legs Jack climbed onto the bed and he was about to spread his legs over Sam's cock to let him in when Dean got a grip of Jack's hair and pulled. Just slightly, but enough for Jack to whimper and moan and stop in his movements.

„What. Did. I. Say? Did I allow you to fuck my brother?“

„N-no daddy...“ Jack whimpered, tears in his eyes.

„Exactly. I didn't. I said, get on top of him. Place your head on his chest, lie down on him, legs spread, let your knees carry your weight. And then spread your cute little hole for me and I'll think about what I will do to you.“ Jack buried his face on Sam's neck as he did what Dean wanted him to do. When he placed himself he could feel his cock rubbing against Sam's and both gasped a little. Sam's heartbeat wasn't that steady now, his heart pounded hard and fast against Jack's sensitive skin. It was embarassing to spread his legs, lower his body on Sam's and then, with his hands, spread his butt cheeks apart. Jack could feel his hole clench and loosen again. It was humiliating to be upon Sam like this and showing Dean how needy he was.

„Look at that your greedy hole, kitten.“ Dean purred. Jack couldn't see what Dean was doing, he still hid his face on Sam's chest but he felt Dean's warm hand on his skin, cupping his buttcheek and then, a gentle slap. Jack gasped. Damn.

„And you wanted Sammy to fuck you right?“

Jack nodded. „Yes, daddy... I wanted Sam to fuck me in that alley... I was ready for it, daddy...“

„And you wouldn't have asked for permission first, would you?“

When Dean talked like that he sounded like a satisfied, full lion, rolling on his back to let the sun shine on his fur. It was silky and warm and oh so dangerous to hear him talk like that.

There was no denying it, so Jack replied with a shaky voice. „No, daddy... I wouldn't have asked for permission... I was so desperate for Sam's big cock I.. I can't resist...“

Sam beneath Jack uttered a moan. And Dean laughed. „You two are really needy. So fucking needy.“ Another gentle slap on Jack's ass.

„Oh God“, he moaned. Just fuck me already...

„You can't wait for it, kitten?“ Dean laughed again. Rough now. And his hand disappeared. Instead Jack heard how Dean pulled down the zipper of his pants. And then – Jack almost cried in anticipation, he felt Dean's hard throbbing cock teasing Jack's hole.

„No, I can't daddy... I really can't.“

„Is that an appropriate punishment, kitten? Sammy? Fucking him on top of you and all you can do is … watch?“

Sam's chest was humming when he answered. „Yes, Master... ugh, it's appropriate.“

Dean sounded very pleased. „Yes I think so, too. Next time maybe, I will tie your feet to the bedhead also, what do you think? You're flexible enough and then I can freely choose which hole to fuck first...“

Jack got dizzy by the image of Dean fucking him on top of Sam and then switching in between.

„Open wide, kitten. Don't loosen your grip. I want to see your hungry hole clench...“

And Jack opened as wide as possible. Dean rubbed his cock over Jack's butt over and over, teasing his anus, gently pushing without thrusting inside. And Jack knew how much Dean liked begging. So he begged. „Please daddy, fill my hole, I can't wait any longer... I need you inside me.“

Another rough chuckle. „Hear that, baby? Jack is so hungry for my cock now. I wonder which he likes better. Yours... or … mine?“

All Jack could do now was whimper and push his ass in Dean's direction, desperately wanting him to finally, finally fuck him into oblivion.

„Both!“, he cried. „I want both!“

Dean clicked his tongue. „Tssssk, kitten. Not now. Not yet.“

And that's when Dean let some lube drip on Jack's hole. And then, Jack felt Dean's tip push in. Slowly first. Dean's strong fingers digging in Jack's sensitive flesh when he grabbed Jack's ass and pulled him closer.

It was painful, but not even close to something Jack wouldn't like. He liked how it felt, how tight he was around Dean's cock. It was delicious. Dean pushed Jack's hands away and ordered „Support yourself.“ His voice was a hiss now, words spoken through gritted teeth. „Support yourself and look into Sam's eyes. Let him see how much you enjoy getting impaled by my cock. Show him what a slut you are!“

And Jack did it. His forearms beside Sam's head he looked down on his partner, while sobbing and moaning in joy.

Jack could tell how much Sam liked watching him get fucked by Dean. „Good kitten...“, Dean growled while thrusting into Jack. „Daddy!“, Jack cried while he felt how Dean kept hitting deep and hard and... ohh his sweet spot. Jack knew he couldn't come like this, not yet, but he knew he'd learn also that. Between their grinding cocks Jack felt how he and Sam leaked a lot of pre-cum. Jack quivered and panted in pleasure, feeling Dean getting even bigger inside him and in his urge to please his daddy, Jack clenched his hole as hard as he could.

Dean's hand gently pulled Jack's hair and when his thrusts turned wild, harder and Dean started growling Jack's name all Jack could do was push against Deans hips, finding a rhythm and make Dean cum.

„Such a good... boy“, Dean panted and with a final hard, almost brutal thrust Dean came inside Jack. For a second he froze, Jack felt hot cum pumping inside his body and then Dean hit himself through the aftershocks and then let go of Jack's hair and his ass. Gently and still breathing heavily Dean rubbed Jack's back and placed a kiss between his shoulders.

„You took it so good, kitten. So very good.“

The praise let Jack smile and sigh in relief. Sam under him squirmed and gently rocked his hips against Jack's.

„And now that both of you got what they deserve, I will show some mercy. Kitten, untie Sammy. Keep my cum inside, don't waste it.“ Jack nodded, got up and clenched as hard as he could to keep Dean's juice inside while he untied Sam's restraints. Dean watched them, still a little shaky, sweat glistening on his forehead.

Sam rubbed his ankles slightly but stayed where he was, since Dean hadn't allowed him to get up. Jack didn't get up as well, he looked over to Dean who just closed his zipper again and then showed Jack what to do.

„Now you may sit on Sam's cock a little. You're open wide, you're lubed, it shouldn't hurt. Now, get it on. Show me how badly you still need it.“ Jack shivered at the words, and mumbled a tiny „thank you, daddy“ looking at Dean with big blue eyes.

And then Jack lowered himself on Sam's member and he moaned in ecstacy and satisfaction to finally feel Sam too.

„Hold him steady.“ Dean said to Sam as Dean himself got on the bed himself, sat behind Jack and held his shoulders. „Relax, lean against me, spread your legs, show Sam your beautiful body, will you, kitten?“

Jack gasped when let himself fall against Dean's broad chest and looked out for support. Dean placed Jack's hand on his thighs. The fabric of Dean's pants was rough but that was helping a lot. And then Jack started moving, Sam held his hips in place and Jack leaned onto Dean, let his head fall against his dom's shoulder.

„Good boy, you're doing so well. Show Sam how I taught you to ride a man like him, would you? Make daddy proud, kitten..“

Jack moaned and cried while bouncing on Sam's big and broad cock. He felt full. Greedy. Needy for an orgasm. As Dean would know what was going on in Jack's mind he wrapped a hand around Jack's cock and started jerking him. Now Jack felt how Sam moved inside him and Dean's firm hand around his cock. It was too much. He couldn't handle all of it. „I'm gonna cum, daddy..“ Jack pressed his head against Dean's chest. „May I cum, daddy,... please please please...“

Dean's hand stopped jerking for a second but then he whispered in Jack's ear „Of course, sweetheart. Cum when you need to... You're so good... I need to see you cum all over Sammy's belly. Can you do that? Shoot a big load for me. Yes?“

All Jack could do was nod. Sam's grip around Jack's slender hips tightened and he thrusted harder into Jack's now gaping hole... after being fucked by Dean and now by Sam there was no way for him to clench any tighter.

Jack felt the orgasm rushing towards him, how his insides started clenching and when Dean's hand and Sam's thrusts went frantic, Jack couldn't hold it anymore. He came all over Sam's belly and chest even reaching up to Sam's jaw. Sam also came a second afterwards, thrusting his and Dean's cum back into Jack. It was a mess of cries and moans, shivers and aftershocks. Jack leaned against Dean, eyes closed, panting.

Satisfied, full, happy. Sam's grip had left pink marks on Jack's hips but nothing too bad. No bruises. Never.

Dean held Jack close, mumbling sweet everythings in his ear. „Good boy... so good...“ he stroke over Jack's damp hair, brushed a tear away. It took Jack couple of minutes to calm down enough to respond. He laid his hand upon Dean's, looked up to his caretaker and smiled. It was a lazy, crooked smile. A sign how happy Jack was. And how he let himself go. „Thank you“, he mumbled. Leaving it to interpretation if he meant Sam or Dean or both. Dean thought, it was probably both.

„Come on, I'll help you get up.“ And Dean helped Jack to get off of Sam and then bedded the Nephil beside his brother. Dean got out of his pants and shirt and accompanied his partners. Sam was the big spoon, as usual, Jack in the middle and Dean the big one.

„I need to shower“, Jack mumbled against Sam's back. Dean let his fingers comb through Jack's hair. All three slightly chuckled.

„Later... let's cuddle for a sec“, Dean then suggested. „You good, sweetheart?“

Jack nodded. „Yes, Dee... i'm good. Better than good.“

Dean kissed Jack's shoulder. And after a moment Sam turned around and kissed Jack's forehead, then his lips. Jack leaned into Sam's affectonate kisses and caresses.

„Thank you“, Jack whispered on Sam's lips.

„Told you“, Sam replied and placed another kiss on Jack's face.

The triad let the minutes of bliss go by, just cuddles and kisses and praising each other. Jack felt endlessly loved by these two men and he couldn't think of better boyfriends to have. Ever.

And then, with a stiffled laugh, Dean whispered into the room. „By the way, I killed the monster before I found you two making out. In case you were wondering.“

Jack knew he had forgotten about something.

#winkline #wincest #samanddeanbingo #samwinchesterbingo #dean x sam x jack #smut #sin is sinning

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House of Triad | Envy (m)

summary: All the best things come in threes. Just a bunch of one-shots centering around V, RM and the shared girlfriend they affectionately call ‘Honey’.

pairing: RM x Reader x Taehyung

word count: 2k genre: smut rating: explicit

chapters: o1| o2| o3|

warning: smut, explicit sexual themes, polyamory, threesomekinda, light bondage, jealousy.

Honey wasn't entirely sure how it happened this night. Something about a bet, a little beer, a bottle of wine or two with dinner, and suddenly there they were — locked in the room stripping away at the clothing covering all three of their bodies. Their lips took turns claiming her own, Taehyung’s kisses sweet and soft, Namjoon’s harsh and full of teeth on Honey’s smooth skin. They both pulled away after a moment, gasping for breath.

“Honey-ah, do you trust us?” Tae whispered, lips hovering barely inches from hers.

“Of course I do,” she answered in an equally gentle whisper.

He grinned, as if he hadn’t already known the answer and gently trailed his fingers down her arms and sides to the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor in a crumpled heap. His lips demanded her attention while deft hands found their way to the clasp of her bra, unclipping it with elite precision. “Beautiful...” He let it fall away from her body and stepped backward to drink in her frame. The amount of times Taehyung had seen her naked body didn’t seem to matter, he was mesmerized by each dip and curve of her figure every time they got undressed.

Namjoon moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso, fondling her breasts with rough hands and planting small bites on the back of her neck. Honey moaned and leaned back against his chest and he chuckled, letting one hand trail downward to the string on her sweats, almost tearing it off in his impatience. He dragged the clothing down her legs, panties and all, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their path, and soon she stood naked before the two men. Taehyung bit his lip as he took her in once more, his eyes dark with desire.

Namjoon pulled away to stand beside the younger male, and Honey immediately missed his warmth against her back. She shivered under their gazes, waiting to see what their next move would be. Taehyung was the first to move. He pushed his honey down gently onto the bed, climbing over to straddle her torso while he coaxed her hands above her head with one hand, and scrambled around in the nightstand next to the bed with the other. He hummed with excitement when he found what he was looking for and wound the silken fabric around Honey’s wrists then fastened them to the headboard, tugging once on the bonds to be sure they would hold before leaning in to kiss her softly.

He broke away reluctantly and stood, gesturing to Namjoon and he swiftly retrieved a bandanna from his pocket and approached her, winding it playfully around his fingers as he stalked forward. Bending forward so they were on eye level, Namjoon brushed his lips against the sensitive skin beneath her ear and Honey moaned with delight. “So eager, my sweet” He mumbled and gently steadied her hands from pawing at his torso “But we want to play a game. Let’s see if you can guess who’s who,” he muttered against her ear. “Here’s a hint: I’ll be the one making you scream.”

Namjoon stole a quick kiss, rough and fleeting before pulling the bandana over her eyes, making sure it was tied firmly -but not too tight- at the back of her head and laying Honey down on the mattress. Then his weight left the bed and she was alone and blind, her heart beating wildly against her rib cage in anticipation of what would happen next. She could hear them talking to each other, a low murmur followed by an even deeper rumble and she strained to hear what they were saying, but it stopped as quickly as it began. A beat of silence passed before Honey could feel the heat of someone approaching her.

She felt two pairs of hands on her, light and fleeting. They seemed to be everywhere at once, except where she wanted them to be. Unidentified fingers teased her, dancing across her inner thighs, skimming her hipbones until she found herself unconsciously reaching for them with her body, urging them to touch her. But it seemed the further she reached, the further they would draw away then she heard a chuckle.

“Someone’s impatient.” The bed shifted and she felt lips graze her neck. “All in due time, Honey-ah.” His thumb traced the curve of her mouth.

Taehyung.

His thumb traced over the swell of her cheek and curved around her mouth forcing her to part her lips for him, letting out a small moan. “Please…” she breathed, closing her lips around his thumb. She felt a small swell of pride when she heard his breath catch in his throat. There was no way he could refuse her like this, naked and wanting beneath his hands. “Don’t tease me anymore…”

He hesitated for what seemed like the longest time as he struggled to fight his very own nature. He groaned audibly and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He licked his lips and she felt his tongue headily graze her ear.

“Don’t do this to me, Honey,” he said, his voice strained. “You know I can’t refuse you.”

“Then don’t.”

He hesitated once more and Honey felt his weight leave abruptly, almost as if he was pushed aside. She shivered with surprise when a second pair of calloused hands made their way up the supple skin of her inner thighs, parting them gently to make way for the weight that settle between them.

“Well, if you won’t do it, I will,” came what sounded like Namjoon’s gruff voice. Honey could hear Taehyung huff in response, but he made no move to regain control.

She had only a second to compose herself before Namjoon lowered his head, breathing hot air across her thighs, and pressed his tongue to her clit, sending a spike of pleasure straight to her core. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, grazing his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin. His mouth worked her over and over, showing little mercy as was his nature. Namjoon was in all honesty somewhat clumsy with most things and sex was not exempt from that small fault. However, what he lacked in composure he definitely made up for in effort. There was never a time that he didn’t give everything he had to make sure that his Honey was never left unsatisfied.

Just as she felt herself approaching her climax, he pulled away completely. Leaving Honey to whimpered at the loss, before hovering over her trembling body once more. There was no way to tell who it was. A mysterious pair of hands clamped down on the pillow beside her head as her partner aligned himself with her entrance and pushed forward slowly, ensuring that she felt every inch of him push past her walls. Honey groaned and tugged at her restraints, wanting to touch him, her fingers itching to tangle in his hair, to grip his waist and urge him faster.

But he kept his pace slow, his thrusts long and hard. She could almost feel him smirking down at her as she writhed beneath him, head thrown back, arms straining to break free of the bonds. Still sensitive from Namjoon’s treatment before, it only took a few strokes before she were once again on the edge of that peak, her breathing growing shallow and her ankles crossing behind her lover’s back to coax him forward at her speed. Yet his pace remained just as languid as before, just like he was doing this on purpose, refusing to give her want she wanted.

Before long, she could feel him straining to keep his control, his movements grew more erratic and uncoordinated with each passing stroke. When it seemed he could not hold on any longer, Honey felt him lean down and pant against the side of her face, so low that she could not recognise the voice. “I want you to come,” he commanded while he reached down to press his thumb harshly against her clit, and she came undone with an incoherent cry. He pulled out and pressed a kiss to her lips, too quick for Honey to determine his identity, before he moved away and another body took his place.

Unlike the previous, this one wasted no time, the pace he set hard and fast. Honey soon gave up any chance of trying to keep up and surrendered herself to his mercy, biting her lip hard to hold in her hoarse cries of pleasure. “Joonie…” she moaned before she could stop herself, voice quivering. The man above her laughed, his pace never wavering as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, letting his jaw graze against her cheek.

“Guess again.”

“Tae?”

The surprise that overtook her was soon forgotten and Honey felt her body jerk upwards once again and she came for the second time that night with his name on her lips. Taehyung followed soon after, panting heavily as he leaned his weight on her body. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and removed the blindfold and restraints, looking down at his lovely Honey tenderly as her eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, rubbing the red marks from her wrists.

She shook her head. He seemed satisfied and rolled off to clean himself up, and she watched him go, still reeling from his actions only moments before. Lost in thought, she let out a yelp as Namjoon suddenly swept her up against his chest and kissed her, slow and hard, like the way he had made love to she before. His movements were so precise, so controlled that they had her melting all over again.

“I want you again,” he groaned, bucking his hips against her thigh to prove his point. “No blindfold, no Tae.” He added in a hushed whisper “I want you to look me in the eyes when I make you come.”

Honey felt a shudder pass down her spine at his words, pressing herself further against his hard chest.

“But not tonight. You need all the energy you can get,” he teased.

The bed dipped as Taehyung climbed in behind Honey, wrapping his arm about her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She was sure she felt Namjoon’s hold on her tighten slightly as he looked over her head at Tae from the other side of the bed.

“I believe I won this bet, Nams. You have to do the dishes all next month.”

Namjoon looked down at Honey and smirked. “She definitely moaned my name first.”

“That was obviously a fluke, she thought you were me! Honey, you decide, which one of us won?” Taehyung whined then looked down at Honey who pursed her lips. She looked at Taehyung then back to Namjoon before exhaling sharply and pulling the bundle of covers over their bodies.

“In all honesty, I think I’m the real winner here,” she chuckled and closed her eyes “G’night boys!”

“Honey, that’s not what I asked! — You have to answer” They overlapped with complaints but their whining fell on deaf ears. Honey knew that if she actually did answer it would only give them another reason to fight and she was enjoying the streak of peace they’d been having lately. In lieu of an answer she silently pulled Namjoon backwards along with her as she nestled against Taehyung’s chest and kissed them each on the cheek before settling in to sleep.

There was always tomorrow, and she was sure they would find something new to disagree on then.

#ficswithluv #bts fic #bts smut #taehyung smut #rm smut #rm fic #v fic #bts scenarios #bts x woc #bngtanah #h.o.t

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