#poly co

[waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN IS LIVE

It’s Time To Begin, Isn’t It?

Cot3 School Fencing Competitions AU

Lucy’s new to this whole ‘Public Schools Fencing Championships’ thing. She’s used to small school competitions against other places in her area, not going up against every other school in the country. She also isn’t used to dealing with cocky guys in the year above thinking they know everything there is to know about fencing… that’s where Lockwood comes in. They never have to fence each other for the competition itself, but George finds himself refereeing the two of them anyway.

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[maarigolds]

One of the reasons why I think that Lucy, Lockwood and George work so well as a trio is that they very much complete each other, making up for each other's weaknesses.

Like, Lockwood and George are a bit too aloof but Lucy is very emotionally mature. Lucy and George are a bit too flaky but Lockwood is a strong leader. Lockwood and Lucy are a bit too impulsive but George is levelheaded.

They're all very flawed and damaged kids but they raise each other up at every turn, effectively helping the others better themselves.

You know, they just work. They make sense. It's beautiful.

[cyberkombucha]

in which anthony lockwood knows how to dance

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Bend us, Break us Pt. 4 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Morticia Addams xFem Dom!Tall!Shapeshifter!Reader

Anon request—(What sets Reader off is when she peaks into Rissa's office and sees them masterbating side by side but they don't know Reader saw till she gets home) (Biting kink(likes to bite and be bit, Morticia), spanking(both), Daddy kink(both), shapeshifter peen(Reader), praise kink(both), they both absolutely PREEN at being called good girls and melt on the spot (literally ruined underwear).

Link to Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, teasing, spanking, bondage, vibrator, punishing, strap fucking, doggystyle, biting kink, Daddy kink, spanking kink, praise kink, degrading kink, shapeshifting d!ck, etc…

Part 4 & End of mini series

Enjoy (;

Both women continued their administrations, recording it all, but little did they know… you had stayed right outside Larissa’s cracked open door, watching their every single move…

When you had seen enough to cause you to soak through your knickers, you walked off with a ache in between your legs and one determined thought, Larissa and Morticia were going to pay for that bratty act…

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You went through the entire day with an ache in between your legs and the ingraved image of Larissa and Morticia fucking themselves in Larissa’s office… They had broken your rules and they were going to pay for it… It had been eating away at you all day. And the soonest you could do something about it, you would.

Morticia had planned to send the little mighty video to you at dinner, but you decided to see the two right after your last class, skipping dinner all together. You walked down the corridors to Morticia’s classroom, catching the class as it dismissed.

You walked up and around the desk to the goddess in her black dress. Morticia’s eyes lit up at the sight of you. Without warning you scooped the the woman up and she instinctually straddled your waist. You then pushed her against the wall as your lips attacked hers.

“Daddy…?” Morticia desperately whimpered through the dominating kiss.

“I advise you don’t speak until your spoken to, slut…” you growled, drinking in the reaction you were getting from her.

Morticia merely whimpered and nodded in response.You then carried her through her classroom and out to the corridor, while your lips were still ravaging hers. Morticia’s breath hitched as you began walking through the corridors, with the very real possibility of you two being caught.

Morticia was pulled out of her head when she felt you bite down on her pressure point, making her cry out in pleasurable pain. You had broken her skin and when you fiercely connected your lips back to hers, Morticia could taste her blood on your tongue, making her moan only more.

You made it quickly to Larissa’s office, barging in without knocking, and placing a breathless and needy Morticia on the desk of the blonde.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have to call you back…” Larissa quickly told whoever was on the phone, before quickly hanging up.

“Strip, sweet slut…” you husked into Morticia’s ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

You then turned your attention over to Larissa who was sitting at her chair, stunned and confused. You walked over to her side of the desk.

“You haven’t been a very good girl… Neither has ‘Tish…” you purred with an edge.

Larissa blushed, recalling her earlier activities, but she though Morticia hadn’t sent the video yet.

“What do you mean, Daddy…?” Larissa asked, switching glances from you who was towering above her to Morticia who had bite marks and hickeys all over her neck and was now sitting on the edge of the desk, completely naked.

“Get up.”

Larissa immediately followed your word, and you quickly swapped position with the blonde, tripping her to fall leaned over on your lap. Larissa yelped at the sudden change. You quickly rolled up her dress to reveal her cream colored ass.

“Watch what happens when you break the rules…” you purred towards Morticia, who was sitting stone still, gawking at your and Larissa.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Larissa cried out in pain with a mixture of pleasure as smacked her ass. Hard.

“Fuck Daddy…! Please…!” Larissa whimpered.

“I saw you earlier today…” you warily purred, “Take your punishment like a good girl.”

Smack!

Smack!

Both the women’s eyes widened at the realization of what you were referring to.

“Did you really think you could get away with being so bratty and not get punished my Daddy…?” You lustfully spewed.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“Oh God Daddy please I’m sorry…” Larissa cried out.

“Shhhh… Be too loud sweet girl and the whole school will know who you belong to…” you chuckled, as you caressed the blonde’s flush red ass.

You then placed the flushed blonde, her legs trembling, on the other side of the desk, walking back around to a whimpering Morticia who was practically begging to be put in her place…

You eyed her luscious, naked form, licking your lips hungrily…

“So you can be a good girl and follow instructions…?” You toyed.

Morticia nodded vigorously, pleading with you, “Yes Daddy please I’ll be such a good girl…!”

You scooped her back up, her legs locking into your waist once more and her face nuzzling itself in your neck, her lips leaving kisses and bite marks along your neck. You let out a strained moan at her administrations.

With that you turned to Larissa, “Strip and wait for me. I’ll be back, sweet slut…” you purred with that same punishing edge.

Larissa gulped and nodded, “Yes Daddy…” she whispered.

You then turned back around and carried Morticia into Larissa’s private quarters, which were attached to her office. You threw the goddess on the bed.

“Stay.”

“Yes Daddy…” she whimpered.

You went to Larissa’s closet and rummaged through her drawer of toys. Once you’d located your toys of choice, you stripped down to your undergarments. You came out of the closet and met Morticia’s gaze, whose mouth dropped at the sight of you.

“Like something you see, sweet slut…?” You teased.

Morticia gulped and nodded, “You… stunning…” she whispered, practically speechless at your sleek, black garter lingerie set.

“Awww, my sweet sluts already dumb with words…?” You toyed with her.

It was then that Morticia noticed what your were holding in your hands. She whimpered as she noticed you holding silk ties and a small vibrator. You then came to straddle the goddess and placed her spread out across the bed for you to properly tie her up. Morticia moaned out at how dominant you were being. You grabbed her wrist and tied it to the bedpost. And then the other. You then placed the vibrator on her clit and turned it on, causing Morticia to yelp.

“Not a word…” you warned her, “and don’t even think about cumming…”

Morticia whimpered in response and reluctantly nodded, pulling lightly on her restraints. You then got off of her and went back to the office to attend to Larissa. You entered the office to find a needy and completely naked Larissa, sitting on the edge of her desk.

“Ass still sore?” You toyed with the blonde.

Larissa’s eyes widened at the sight of what you were wearing, “Yes Daddy…” she whimpered.

You came over to her and slotted yourself in between her legs.

“And just how wet did me spanking your pretty little ass make you, slut…?

Larissa whimpered in response, arching her back for your touch, “so wet Daddy… please Fuck so wet…”

You hummed in satisfaction with her answer, then scooping her up with a yelp from Larissa and carrying her bridal style to her bed. You placed her on the floor on the edge of the bed, and you then sat yourself on the edge of the bed, your cunt merely hidden from Larissa by your black knickers.

You both could hear the vibrator and Morticia desperately trying to muffle her moans and cries. Larissa bit her lip and blushed at the sight. You grabbed her chin and swiveled it back to you.

“Be a good girl and make Daddy feel good…” you purred, opening your legs even more.

Larissa immediately obeyed, whisking your knickers off and delving her tongue into your soaked cunt. You grabbed her blonde curls, which she had taken down while you had been gone, and tugged her even deeper into your pussy with a guttural moan.

“Fuck… such a good girl right there…!” You moaned out.

Larissa desperately rutted her hips into nothing as she ate you out with her skilled tongue. Morticia pulled against her ties and tried her hardest not to cry as the vibrator edged her on and she watched you unravel in front of her.

You were quick to come, screaming how much of a good girl Larissa was being, which only made Larissa even more needy and desperate. Morticia was also a mewling mess, bucking her hips violently in need for some sort of release. Once you had come down from your high you ordered Larissa to untie Morticia and for them both to wait patiently on the bed. The two scrambled to your command, in hope that you would have mercy on them.

When you turned around from the edge of the bed, their mouths dropped. You smirked as they gawked at your shifted member. You could see both of their brains completely short circuiting in that moment.

“Tell me what you want, sweet sluts…” you tauntingly purred.

“Want you to fuck me Daddy…!” Larissa pled, the first and most desperate to speak.

“Wanna be bitch fucked Daddy please!!” Morticia cried.

You chuckled at their neediness. Although you yourself needed release pretty quickly as well…

“‘Rissa spread yourself out on the bed. ‘Tish, sweet girl, ride ‘Rissa’s face, while Daddy fucks her to high heaven.” You purred.

Both women moaned in delight at your words. And they were quick to follow your words. Morticia swiftly straddled the blondes head as soon as she had splayed herself out on the bed. A pornographic moan escaped Morticia’s lips as Larissa’s tongue swiped through her folds.

“That’s right…” you purred, lining yourself up to Larissa’s aching cunt, “Tell everyone who owns you, sweet slut…”

With that, you slid into Larissa heat, causing Larissa’s eyes to roll back and a cry of pleasure to escape her lips and vibrate into Morticia’s core. You let out a groan as you bottomed the blondes delicious cunt out.

“Fuck— Daddy please…” Larissa mewled through Morticia’s cunt, “Fuck me please!!”

You didn’t need to be told twice with how she was squeezing your dick… you began pounding into the blonde, eliciting moans and cries from Larissa, begging you not to stop.

“Oh GOD fuck Daddy M’mm close!! Wanna cum please…!!” Morticia cried out, rutting her hips against Larissa’s face.

“Me too Daddy Fuck me!!!” Larissa screamed as you pounded into that spongey spot inside her.

“Fuck, come for me good girls… Daddy’s close too…” you groaned.

In one fell swoop, all three of you came; Morticia squirting her juices all over Larissa’s face, Larissa clenching around and milking your cock, and you spurting you cum and painting Larissa’s walls with the sticky substance. And they cried out your name like broken records.

Once everyone had started to regain their composures, you carefully slid out of Larissa. Larissa mewled in her sex fog in response.

“Awww, is my good girl fucked dumb already…?” You teased.

“Just… need a break Daddy…” Larissa whimpered.

“That’s alright, sweet girl, Daddy needs to bitch fuck your slutty friend anyway…” you purred, glancing over to Morticia with a glint in your eye.

Morticia’s senses pricked up at your words.

“Yes please Daddy!! Fuck me please…!” She pled.

You chuckled and went to scoop up Larissa and place her against the head board.

“Be a good girl for Daddy as I rail your slutty friend, hmmm?” You purred, cupping the blondes cheek and giving her a peck on the lips.

Larissa lightly nodded with a gentle smile.

You then went around and grabbed Morticia’s hips, making her yelp. You dragged her in a position where she was facing Larissa, on all fours with her ass in the air.

Your cock was dripping with Larissa’s juices, as it hit Morticia’s clit. Morticia moaned out in desperation, raising and wiggling her ass in her neediness.

“Use your words, good girl…” you purred into her ear, making Morticia shiver.

“Fuck me Daddy!! Fuck me so hard pound into me God please…!!” She begged with strained cries.

And you were more than happy to comply. You both groaned as you sheethed yourself into her aching cunt. You were quick to snap your hips and ram your dick fully into Morticia’s tight hole, making her cry out in pleasurable pain. And then you fucked her. Hard.

You had Morticia cumming over and over again, while Larissa just watched with a stunned face as you fucked Morticia dumb. When you had properly filled her pretty pussy, you finally relented and pulled out of her. Morticia whined from overstimulation, and you immediately brought her into your lap.

“You did so good for Daddy… were such a good girl…” you purred, while caressing her cheek.

At that Morticia nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck. And Larissa was quick to snuggle into your side. You shifted back to your normal cunt with a sigh of relief, and morphed into the other two women’s embrace with a caring smile.

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[thethinkingcloth]

the most important room (love is stored in the kitchen)

L&Co Appreciation Week, Day 4: Favorite ship

George/Lucy/Lockwood

"Perhaps the World Ends Here" by Joy Harjo // @/jacebeleren // @/july-19th-club // "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" by Eden Robinson // The Thinking Cloth (Lockwood & Co) // Lockwood & Co (2023-)

[fromjannah]

lucy/lockwood/george btw. in that order left to right. the most lockwood and co picture of all time. like ever. this is literally the annabel possession scene. if you even care

[yua-o]

george: we need to get through this locked door. lockwood, give me your credit card.

lockwood: Here.

george, pocketing it: Thanks. lucy, kick down the door.

[aberfaeth]

i call this one anthony lockwood’s terminal heart eyes syndrome

[shouts-into-the-void]

Rewatching Lockwood & Co. and Netflix really tried to convince us the canon ship was another straight couple and then made them both go absolutely insane when George got mesmerized by the Bone Glass like I wasn't going to immediately ship Poly Co.

[lockwoodandcobigbang2023]

Lockwood and Co Big Bang 2023!

We're excited to announce the first post-show Lockwood and Co Big Bang event!

A Big Bang teams up authors and artists to create new content for the fandom, and cheerleaders to help them along the way! Artists will create accompanying art for each fic, authors will write a fic of 5k words minimum (there are stages to this, more info to follow!) and cheerleaders will beta read and provide encouragement. We will also be accepting signups for reserve agents, who will be able to step in at the last minute should something happen and a team be left incomplete.

Signups will start on the 20th June and end on the 7th July, and we're looking forward to seeing what you all come up with!

The link for signups can be found here (but the form won't be open before the 20th), and if you want more information about the event our rules and schedule will be posted asap, and asks are open if you have any immediate questions!!

The posting date for all the works is pencilled in to start on the one year anniversary of the show, 27th January, 2024.

We're so excited to finally be able to share this announcement with you. Feel free to reblog it to spread the word!

Signed, L&Co Big Bang 2023 mods :))

[daisyndahlia]

never kill yourself cot3 is always the muse okay 💔

[waiting-for-my-hogwarts-letter]

Only The Strong Survive

Lockwood & Co. Big Bang 2023/24 Fic

If you were under eighteen, you were old enough to have known some of the worst horrors the earth could provide, but you still couldn’t get served in a damn Wetherspoons. When the Problem started, people barely took it seriously — mostly because the older generations didn’t believe in it. When a majority of them fell victims to Ghost-Touch, they started to realise just how in danger they really were. Safe havens cropped up all over Britain, and many people tried to leave the country. It paid to be selfish in a world like this, and few could be trusted.

The ones with Talent had the best chance at survival. The ones that weren’t so afraid they locked themselves inside their houses the moment the sun began to creep down towards the horizon. The ones who could make a living by finding Sources and trading them for supplies that just weren’t common anymore.

Individually, no one ever really lasted very long after dark. So it was a good job they stumbled across each other when they did.

Or: AU in which the Problem started later and grew out of control more quickly. Merges apocalypse tropes with the Problem universe we already know.

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[maarigolds]

Lucy, Lockwood and George, after everything.

(show edition. I'm not going by book canon for this one, so don't worry about spoilers)

At 21 or 22, Lockwood is the first of them that starts to lose his talent.

Which makes sense, since he's the oldest. At the beginning he refuses to even acknowledge it, but Lucy and George figure out what's happening soon enough. For a while he's just ashamed and angry and sad all the time. Then it gets better: Lucy and George get him trough it. He also calls Kipps, and they talk for hours, both coming out of it feeling almost at peace (Kipps has gone back to school and is talking about wanting to become a teacher. Which Lockwood feels like should surprise him, but actually doesn't). 

Lucy is next. It breaks her heart a little (because of skull and all other type 3s) and it scares her a lot. But then she realizes how soothingly quiet the world can be at times, and lets herself think that maybe she will be alright. 

George is last. And the thing is, even though it saddens him to lose the one thing that connected him to ghosts, mainly he's relieved. He's been waiting for the other shoe to drop for a while, and now that it has, he's ready for whatever may come next.

The jobs get more and more rare as they hear, see and feel less and less. Lockwood knows he could hire new kids to replace them, but in truth he doesn't really want to. Perhaps Lockwood & Co. can be laid to rest at last: after all, they've already achieved more than he ever dreamt. So the next time a client calls, he informs her they've shut down and gives her the name of an up-and-coming independent agency he's heard great things about. He only feels mildly guilty about it. 

Even if they're technically not his employees anymore, George and Lucy stay. They don’t talk about it, but the idea of moving out of Portland row and living lives that aren't intrinsically intertwined feels wrong to all three of them: they're a family, after all, and nothing has to change about that.

Still, they need to make money somehow. So they muse about going far away from London, opening a bakery, living in a small house by the sea. But in the end they stay, both in the city and line of work they're used to. Because they do belong there, it's undeniable. George, of course, goes into ghost research and becomes a leading voice in the field, discovering new ways to help agents all over the country. No one is surprised, but everyone is proud. Lucy one day shows up at Barnes' office to ask him about becoming an inspector. It's the last thing either would have expected, but when he asks her why, she says it feels like the best place to be to help kids like her. To stop people like Jacobs. So he gives her a job. She's determined to change things from the inside. Barnes thinks that if someone could, it's her. And Lockwood... well, it takes a while for him to figure it out. But one evening Lucy comes home talking about a kid left deeply traumatized by a job gone wrong, and suddenly he knows. The next day he calls the bank to open up a pro bono clinic for agents and ex agents in need of psychological treatment. After less than a week they already have their first client. 

Slowly but steadily, it becomes their new normal. 

Lockwood sets up a study in the room on the stairs and works mainly from there. George, on the other hand, works at a lab in the City: he is the first to leave in the morning, but he always comes home soon enough to cook dinner. Lucy keeps slightly more irregular hours, and sometimes her job keeps her away for longer than she'd like. But then again she occasionally gets to come home to the adorable view of the boys fast asleep in front of the tv, so that's good.

One day Flo brings them a stray cat she found while working: they name him Donut and spoil him way too much.

Lucy starts gardening. George grows a magnificent beard (Lockwood is not jealous of it). The fridge breaks down and they have to buy a new one. Airf's son replaces him at the shop. They put up a hammock in the backyard, and spend their vacations piled into it. Mrs Burke from across the street knits them all hats for Christmas. Lockwood adds new framed articles on the walls and new knick-knacks on the bookshelves. 

He's not sure when, but one day 35 Portland Row stops being the home his parents left behind and becomes his home. Their home: his, and Lucy's, and George's (and Donut's. And Kipps' when he comes over for lunch on Sundays. And Flo's when she swings by using her own keys. And Barnes' when he stays for tea after long work days).

So they keep going as they have, day after day, year after year, slowly growing older. Wounds heal and scars fade. The sun shines through the kitchen windows on summer mornings. The smell of persian food fills the air every evening. Old rapiers get dusty in the umbrella stand. There aren't any ghosts between their walls, both real and metaphorical.

Everything is alright.

[cyberkombucha]

a little lockwood & co fantasy au thingy!!! george, lockwood, and other side characters coming soon lol

[imamfstarboyyy]

more tweets for the sillies

[rotisseries]

children's/young adult series will always be like "here is our trio of brave friends going on adventures together. they're a little codependent, but they all have their own strengths and weaknesses and they balance each other out perfectly, and every problem they run into is ultimately solved by the love all three of them have for each other! :)"

and then only two of them are dating. girl. at LEAST make it a qpr