Thats not even am ask. Its just me staying my truth. I never wanted a threeaome so bad as right now, thinking about price and nicolai. They would be so ruthless and caring. Just. Perfection
(gn!reader, mdni 18+)
it is the truth, only the truth, nothing but the truth. price and nikolai are like two sides of the same coin. they have different methods into ensuring your pleasure, but you'll end up reaching your peak either way. don't worry, they know.
they like to switch it up between who gets to play a little rougher each time, but you never know who you're going to get each time. they like to keep you in suspense.
sometimes it's price who's gentle with you, having to balance between the mean laughter from nikolai as he spanks you, plays with your ass so meanly. he silences your little sobs by having you choke on his dick instead. affectionately strokes your hair, cradles your cheeks, and makes sure to smear a heaping glob of precum across your lips and tongue to give you a sweet treat to distract you. he whispers sweet praises over the smacking sound of that rough spanking and the wet slam of nikolai's hips to your ass. price is sweet on you and lets you take it at your own pace, which is ultimately set by how hard you're being fucked and jolted forward. talks a lot about "look how nicely you take it, hm? would think you like being stuffed with two fat cocks on both ends." and "what you crying for? it feels good, don't it? c'mon, sunshine. you can take it. i'll give you a reward."
but when it's nikolai who's gentle with you, he's kissing you so lovingly. kissing your sloppy sex that's slathered in your own cum and his spit. he eats you out like he's been craving you for weeks even though he ate you out last night. traps your thighs against his shoulders so if you're squirming, you end up bucking into his awaiting mouth. he talks to you like he's actually talking to your aching core. even though he says things like "taste so good, you going to cum for me? let me taste you?" he's not talking to you. kisses all over you to feel you twitching, clenching from underneath him. he'll swirl his tongue around your most sensitive parts and moan out in pure delight as you gush into his mouth. declares his love to you while his tongue licks a line from your core to your ass. makes you grab at his long hair to try grounding yourself. you can try all you want to pull him off you but it's futile. he plans on getting his fill of you. all the while price is fucking into you by the way. more on that:
price is only mean when he makes you ride him. slaps at your thighs to spur you on and bounce on his dick faster. he makes you ride him in reverse while nik desperately sucks at you. price whispers filth into your ears while you're forced to keep slamming your hips up and down. he doesn't bother to do any of the work. "you're so eager to get yourself off, hm? wanna see you ride it like a toy. treat me like nothing but a dick to fuck yourself on." he degrades himself for you just so he can see you lose control. reaches forward to pinch at your nipples as nikolai works wonders with his tongue.
like i mentioned before, nikolai can be mean when fucking you in doggy. it's filthy and obscene with the way his dick stirs inside you and makes all those wet, slapping sounds between your thighs. but he thinks it best when you're on your knees and begging him for anything, just a little taste of his cock while he jerks it above your face. he doesn't allow you to touch his dick at all, so you're clawing at his thighs and hips in effort to pull him closer to you. makes you hump his leg because you're so horny. he's mean, condescending as he coos down at you trying to lick at his slit. grins and calls out over his shoulder while price watches from the corner and asks how such a cute thing like you can look so pathetic. price always tries to advocate for you, tells nik to stop being so mean. all you get as a result is nikolai slapping his tip against your tongue and cumming all over your face.
when they both decide to be mean with you, play with you, it's like pure torture. both men pressed up against you on either side, sandwiching you between them. they're kissing your shoulders, neck, your back and collarbones. each of them leaving marks all over you. price is grinding against your ass, telling you what a tight fit it'd be. but he's content with trapping his length in between your asschecks while he kneads at your hips. nikolai's hogging your lips and preventing you from whining out and complaining by shoving his tongue down your throat. again, he teases you with his dick by not giving it to you at all. but this time you're allowed to jerk him off, you're encouraged to. you can only hope that tugging his cock against your own sex is enough to stimulate yourself. maybe he'll get impatient enough that he'll fuck you or start grinding against you as well. you tap his cock against you and are so tempted to trap him between your thighs just to feel him that much closer.
but at the end of the day, these two men will make sure you're taken care of. no matter the amount of teasing, they think you're deserving of a proper reward for keeping up with them. nikolai makes sure to fuck you nice and deep, gives his cock to you finally like you deserve. you've been so patient after all. he kisses across your jaw and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. tells you that you've been so good for them and he needs to feel you cumming around him. price is skillfully working his fingers against you in an effort to get you to cum sooner. the moment you do, nikolai can't take it anymore. the squeezing of your falls sends him into a frenzy and he has to pull out to give price a chance. makes sure to cum pretty all over your thighs. prices slides in immediately after nikolai pulls out. nikolai's suckling at your nipples while price continues to work you over and thrusts into you at a steady pace. he makes sure you're cumming all over his hand and his dick before even thinking of getting off himself. he tells you to hold on just a little longer while continuing to pound into you. tells you how good you feel, how good you sound, how good you're taking it. just a little while longer until he's flooding you with his cum with a loud groan.
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*also pls note that i received this type of request in my inbox at least 5 times. i'm sure all 5 were not the same person, but at least three of the asks requesting this exact trope specified with a male reader were all sent within 2 days of the last. i'm flattered at the enthusiasm, but felt it was very pushy and rude. pls be considerate of writers and their time, do not demand for content! be patient, we want to give you our best AND have fun writing it. thank you ❤️
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as yr favorite local jason todd fan sometimes i get so fed up with the apparent inability of most dc comic writers to write a class conscious narrative about him.
and yes, i know that comics are a very ephemeral and constantly evolving and self-conflicting medium.
and yes, i know they’re a profit-driven art medium created in a capitalistic society, so there are very few times where comics are going to be created solely out of the desire to authentically and carefully and deliberately represent a character and take them from one emotional narrative place to another, because dc cares about profit and sometimes playing it safe is what sells.
and yes, i know comics and other forms of art reflect and recreate the society within which they were conceived as ideas, and so the dominant societal ideas about gender and race and class and so on are going to be recreated within comics (and/or will be responded to, if the writer is particularly societally conscious).
but jesus christ. you (the writer/writers) have a working class character who has been homeless, who has lost multiple parents, who has been in close proximity to someone struggling with addiction, who has had to steal to survive, who may have (depending on your reading of several different moments across different comics created by different people) been a victim of csa, who has clearly (subtextually) struggled with his mental health, who was a victim of a violent murder, and who has an entirely distinct and unique perspective on justice that has evolved based on his lived experiences.
and instead of delving into any of that, or examining the myriad of ways that classism in the writers’ room and the editors’ room and the readers’ heads affected jason’s character to make sure you’re writing him responsibly, or giving him a plotline where his views on what justice looks like are challenged by another working class character, or allowing him to demonstrate actual autonomy and agency in deciding what relationships he wants to have with people who he loves but sees as having failed him in different ways, or thinking carefully about what his having chosen an alias that once belonged to his murderer says about his decision-making and motivations, you keep him stuck in a loop of going by the red hood, addressing crime by occupying a position of relative power that perpetuates crime & harm rather than ever getting at the root causes, and seesawing between a) agreeing with his adoptive family entirely about fighting nonlethally in ways that are often inconsistent with his apparent motivations or b) disagreeing and experiencing unnecessarily brutal and violent reactions from his adoptive father as if that kind of violence isn’t the kind of thing he experienced as a child and something bruce himself is trying to prevent jason from perpetuating. because a comic with red hood, quips, high stakes, and familial drama sells.
it doesn’t matter if it keeps jason trapped, torn between an unanswered moral and philosophical question, a collection of identities that no longer fit him, and a family that accepts him circumstantially. it doesn’t matter if jason’s characterization is so utterly inconsistent that the only way to mesh it together is to piece different aspects of different titles and plotlines together like a jigsaw. it doesn’t matter if you do a disservice to his character, because in the end you don’t want to transform him or even understand him deeply enough to identify what makes him compelling and focus on that.
and i love jason!!!!! i love him. and i think about the stories we could have, if quality and art and doing justice to the character were prioritized as much as selling a title and having a dark and brooding batfam member besides bruce just to be the black sheep character are prioritized. and i just get a little sad.
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[ID: a scribbly four panel digital comic of characters from the owl house. The first panel shows Camilla, Luz, and Raine. Camilla stands holding her bat, looking at Raine as they speak to her. Luz watches in the background. The second panel shows Raine posing in front of Eda, Lilith, Darius, Alador, Steve and Hooty. In the first panel Raine says "miss Noceda, I speak for all of us when I say-" and finishes their dialogue in the next panel with "we're proud to welcome to the polycule!".
The third panel is a reaction shot of all the adults reacting to what Raine just said, and the fourth shows Raine blushing and waving their hands, saying "I MEANT REBELLION-", while Camilla blushes and Luz looks dismayed. End ID]
Silly comic idea I had to get out. Sorry for the potential quality, I'd already gotten too far into drawing when I realized the canvas might be a teeny bit too small
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any luca/pecco thoughts??? AU or non au... maybe like marriage related lmao
thank you for asking! I am trying so hard to have pecco/luca thoughts and feelings lol. obviously like all of this is deeply inspired by all the scholars who have come before! ❤️
On the day of his wedding, Pecco lets Luca dress him.
It's weakness covered by tradition. Luca is Vale's brother; Pecco's oldest friend. He'll be the one, later, to give Pecco to Vale; to wrap rope and lace around their hands.
Pecco's throat floods wet and sick whenever he thinks about it. His arm laced into leathers so thick he won't be able to feel Luca’s hand on him. Luca saying the last words of the ceremony; binding Pecco to his brother.
Now, Luca is silent, and Pecco is standing stiff and naked next to the wash basin, his arm, his whole body, bared to Luca, to the unbearable way his hands feel, gentle and familiar.
Pecco had thought, as he lay awake last night dreading and dreaming of this, that maybe Luca wouldn't even look at him. Instead, he doesn't look away. His eyes steady and flat and heavy every time Pecco manages to meet them. His rough hands sliding slow and soft around the angle of Pecco's elbows, into the crease under his arms, down his sides, as he washes him. As he prepares him, like a gift.
They've done, together, almost everything. As a boy, Pecco spent summers in Luca's family's keep, shared rooms with him. At first, for years, they'd lay on different sides of the bed and talk until sunup, sleep half of the next day, force themselves out of bed just in time for lunch. Their bodies on a different clock to anyone else in the castle, the two of them together day and night. Pecco still thinks about it, every morning and night, in an empty bed, getting up with the sun pale and sharp.
When they got older, one night in the middle of talking, Luca reached over, and picked up one of Pecco's curls, ran it between his fingers, and then looked at him, heavy with wanting Pecco recognized easily, from how he'd been feeling all winter.
They'd spent the summer rutting together under Luca’s sheets, going on long rides deep into the woods and finding a creek or tree or patch of grass. Luca's mouth wide and hot on Pecco's neck, his hands tucked tight under half-laced leathers.
Now, it's been two years since they touched. Since Pecco's father offered Vale a dowry, and Vale got down on a knee in a courtyard, in the middle of so many people Pecco knew, but most of all Luca, a few paces behind his shoulder, so Pecco could feel but not see him.
Two years Luca had to ask his brother, if he had wanted Pecco. His dowry would come to their house either way. The alliance between their families would be strengthened either way. The whole kingdom knows Vale loves his brother, would give him anything.
And yet this is where they are; in Pecco's chambers, on a wedding day that's not theirs, like Pecco used to stupidly dream about. Luca kneeling before him and wrapping fingers around his ankles to guide his feet into his leathers. Tightening the laces from his hips to his chest with strong, steady fingers.
Pecco feels nauseous, watched, touched, unwanted. Ask, he wants to beg, pathetic, to get to hear Luca tell him no. To be sure, to hear it for real, instead of just years of not talking about it. Ask for me and he'll give me to you.
Vale is kind and handsome and the most powerful man in the kingdoms. Pecco likes him more than he ever thought he would like whatever match his father found for him. When he was young, and Vale would ride to his family's keep fresh from battle, seeking food and shelter for his men, Pecco looked up at him on his horse, and wished for something like this.
With Luca in front of him, his cool steady eyes and thick, light hair, his mind Pecco loves more than anything in the realm, Pecco can't think past wanting him.
He lets his head fall back on his neck. Luca is meticulous, thoughtful, smart. He would've asked already, if he wanted too.
So he makes himself stop thinking about that; wishing for something stupid, too-good.
He focuses on the tightness Luca works up his stomach, his chest, his neck. Lies to himself that with each tug at the laces, Luca is thinking about making it harder for Vale to undress him tonight. About keeping Pecco his for a little longer.
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I understand why they didn't introduce Michael in the past but I think we needed more people suspecting MC was Not From Here™, they should have played More with the idea that anybody could unmask MC/Solomon true motives and Michael already knew, It would have been better for him taunting MC with the idea of telling the truth to everyones else unless they stop making pacts with the brothers (Bcuz y'know, thats what Nightbringer wants, Right? And whatever he wants must be... Not good?)
In earlier seasons the tease the idea of two Rings of Light existing in the same timeline, can you imagine the interactions?
Michael: Wow MC! that's a pretty ring you have there!
MC: ... Yeah...
Michael: It looks identical to the one I have here, see? *Flashes His own Ring of Light to MC*
MC: Ah... *Gulp*
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