#who's not in their little incestous pod

[goldlightsaber]

within the roy family itself, the roy siblings always seem to be more reasonable than their dad, fighting against the forces of the company and clinging to some sense of a conscience, even outsmarting him. but outside of it, in the public eye, they are just a reflection of him -- they are wholly unembarrassed of their obvious prejudice, they suffer from no imposter syndrome. to an outsider they appear condescending and overwhelming and insane, just as their father must appear to them. but in those moments outside their family, they become vulnerable, too, because outsiders actually see the things that are truly awful about them, just like us, the audience, instead of the things logan considers to be awful about them, which are not true (or at least, are not things that actually matter)

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

WHAT'S YOURS IS MINE

KINKTOBER DAY 31 - DOUBLE PENETRATION WITH JONATHAN CRANE AND JACKSON RIPPNER

Pairing.| Jonathan Crane x fem!reader x Jackson Rippner

Summary.| In college, the twin brothers shared everything and everyone. Until Jackson took it too far and drove Jonathan away. Years later, Jackson shows up with an apology gift, and what's a better gift than you?

Warnings.| Noncon, dubcon, corruption kink, head both receiving, p in v, anal, fighting for dominance, double penetration, slight cockblocking, innocent kink, kidnapping, probable Stockholm syndrome, threesome, idk they're twins is that considered incest, rough sex.

Word count.| 7.3k

Notes.| And the finaleeeeeeeeee is here. This is literally porn with plot, but oh well, its the last day so I needed go wrap this up with a bang.

One minute was all it took for Jonathan to always live in the shadow of his older twin brother, Jackson. 

Growing up, the twins were two peas in a pod. Jackson was overly protective over Jonathan, controlling what some would describe. It seemed that Jonathan was his little minion, others would rudely comment. But nevertheless, Jackson always looked after his younger brother. If there was ever a bully throwing pebbles at Jonathan, Jackson would search for the biggest rock to hurl at their head. 

The tight nature of their relationship continued on into their college years. Typically, they went to the same campus, one that suited and benefitted Jackson’s ambitions more than it did Jonathan. But Jonathan made it work outta love for his brother. That’s where their… little games… came into play. 

All created by the mastermind himself, Jackson. Jonathan was a pawn who was more than willingly to partake. All to make his big brother proud of him and to experience those urges that he was so scared to confront. Until one day Jackson gracefully skipped over the line without care and Jonathan had finally had enough. 

You could almost say Jonathan ran away from his old life. A fresh start, is how he’d word it. Gotham City was his oyster, the levels of fear and mayhem were constantly through the roof and Jonathan couldn’t pack his bags quicker to abandon his old life. 

These days, Jonathan’s sole focus was his work. 

In the present day, Jonathan had just returned home from Arkham, he dropped all of his belongings in his home office. Right as he laid on his lounge chair, coat and vest removed, his report book in hand, there was a knock on the door. It was unordinary, visitors were a rare occurrence. And for the off occasions that they did, they were not welcome. With an eyebrow cocked, Jonathan chose to ignore the unknown visitor. But when the knock continued in an irritating manner, Jonathan flared his nostrils and snapped his book shut. 

He strided down the hall, the heels of his polished shoes clicking on the wooden planks as he didn’t even consider to peek at who was on his porch. The door flung open, but Jonathan became frozen in his stance. For a brief moment, Jonathan thought someone placed a mirror at his doorstep, but that familiar mischief grin and shaggy hairstyle eliminated that thought. 

How many years had it been? Just over a decade now since Jonathan had stared at an almost perfect image of himself. Jackson brushed his hand through his damp hair, the common downpour in Gotham felt a bit too symbolic at the moment. 

“Johnny” Jackson grinned cheerfully, his arms inviting him in for a hug. 

An instant huff ran up from Jonathan’s lungs as his grip on the door tightened, prepared to slam it shut at any moment of impulse. As Jonathan slowly shook his head towards him, almost in a gear work motion, Jackson pouted back. 

“Why are you here?” Jonathan exhaled in annoyance, his posture straightened up as his eyes darted to the flash black Mercedes parked in the driveway. The one he noticed that was parked on the opposite side of the street as had returned home 

“Geez, aren’t you going to ask me how I am first?” Jackson chuckled, leaning towards the door, implying to be welcomed in. When Jonathan didn’t budge, a pure face of zero emotion locked on, Jackson sighed in defeat. “Jonathan Crane, a better last name than Rippner that’s for sure, however my name is quite fitting these days” Jackson brought up with shrugged shoulders and a smug smile. 

“How did you find me?” Jonathan narrowed his eyes. 

“Never lost you” Jackson winked, his arms crossed over his chest as he leant against the door. Silence quickly returned, the only sound being the rain attacking the roofing and cement outside. “Well, this isn’t the reunion I was hoping for” Jackson admitted, huffing lightly as stepping closer to enter, the tips of his polished shoes lined perfectly at the entrance. But Jonathan stood firmly in the way. “Come on, it’s been a long drive” Jackson urged, giving him sarcastic puppy eyes. 

Jonathan sighed, he knew his brother was as stubborn as him, if not more. He’d say that he’d stay on the porch all night like a dog, but Jackson would be easily capable of breaking in. Hesitantly, Jonathan stepped back and Jackson jumped at the opportunity to get into the warmth of his home. 

“Nice place” Jackson complimented, his head nodding in a rhythm as he strolled around his home. “However, this town certainly suits you and that mind of yours!” Jackson laughed softly as he tugged down at his suit jacket and threw it towards the living room sofa. Jonathan didn’t answer, he merely stalked him like a hawk, analyzing every sudden movement Jackson made. “But so, how’s work? Working with the criminally insane, it must be a constant field day for you” Jackson smirked, his mouth practically foaming with mockery. 

“It is” Jonathan replied bluntly, his eyes remaining low. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me what I do?” Jackson moped sarcastically, arms crossed over again.

“Personally, I have no interest” Jonathan answered sharply, looking up to Jackson. “Why are you here Jackson?” Jonathan sighed, yet his voice was firm, his arms mimicking Jackson’s. 

“My, how long are you going to be mad at me?” Jackson snorted. 

Jonathan repeated his question firmly. Jackson groaned in defeat and stepped towards his brother as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. 

“Because… I never had an opportunity to apologize” Jackson began, his tone hinting of regret and concern. “Probably because you ran away as quickly as you could. But you can’t say that I didn’t try to talk to you!” He continued on, a slither of frustration on his tongue. 

Jonathan stared blankly at Jackson, the last thing he wanted to do was think of that last memory together. Mentally, Jonathan was cringing at what unfolded, the emotions that stabbed at his heart. The stare off commenced, but Jackson knew Jonathan wouldn’t flinch even if something was thrown in his direction. Quickly, Jackson caved in to his younger brother and rested his hand on his shoulder. Initially, Jonathan flinched, his narrow blue eyes quickly shot back and forward like a ping pong ball.  

“I have brought you a gift. Something to repay our overdue broken relationship. An apology gift, to redeem me for my poor behavior in the past” Jackson revealed, a soft innocent smile on his lips. 

Finally, Jonathan smiled at his brother. A smile that made him wonder how interesting it could be. The ideas were sprouting in his mind like seeds buried deep in the dirt. Gifts were never conventional on their behalf. The last item they’d expect was a new shirt or pair of shoes. They always enjoyed the taboo things in life. 

Jonathan needed a nuisance of a classmate to shut up? They'd fall down a flight of stairs shortly after. Jackson wanted to woo over a bird? They’d happen to literally go running into Jackson’s arms after they were being chased by a masked figure on a late night. 

After he made the assumption that Jackson had literally been following his footsteps for years, he hoped that he had gotten rid of some dogs sniffing at his work. Maybe a couple of supplies that could massively improve his research. 

“I’m intrigued” Jonathan replied, his eyes roaming over Jackson for any obvious hiding spot. 

“Great! Firstly I need to move my car into your garage” Jackson explained as he waltzed off to the front door, dangling his car keys in his hand dramatically. 

“Why?” Jonathan inquired, trailing behind him. 

“For legal matters” Jakson said over his shoulder.  

Jonathan stopped in his footsteps. 

“Jackson” Jonathan warned, but the fire of adrenaline and excitement couldn’t help but to blaze.

“No, trust me! You’re going to love her” Jackson said excitedly, almost skipping out of the front door into the pouring downfall. 

“Her?” Jonathan almost choked. 

After eventually convincing Jonathan to open the garage door, Jackson rolled into the garage, Jonathan’s arms crossed over as the garage door slowly but loudly crept down, his heart pounding in his chest. Jackson almost tripped over to his boot since he was that excited. The boot clicked and raised open. As Jackson looked into his boot, his face lit up with pure joy. Jonathan’s head leant over in curiosity, his feet unknowingly shuffled forward as all he could analyze was Jackson’s expressions. 

Jackson spoke quietly and wagged his finger into his boot. It was all out of Jonathan’s hearing range and he could feel the anticipation rise. Jackson turned his attention back to his brother and gestured for him to come over. 

“I take it you never went into finance” Jonathan sighed as stood before the boot, staring directly into it with an intrigued look.  

“Yeah, I decided to recruit myself into the army shortly after you disappeared, then a great opportunity came up for me” Jackson explained calmly with a gentle nod. 

There you were, crammed in the boot. Strained eyes completely wide as you bounced from one brother to the other. The twins stared at you with pure fascination. Jackson rubbed his fingers over his lower lip whilst Jonathan caressed his chin, dissecting every single spec of your appearance. You were only wearing a matching set of red lingerie, Jackson’s favorite. Completed with a black ball gag latched in your mouth. You trembled like an abandoned puppy with your wrists and ankles bound together. A fresh set of tears trailed down your recent tear stained cheeks. 

“Dare I ask what you do?” Jonathan asked emotionlessly. 

“Let’s just say, people ask me for favors and I deliver. But hey, I was promoted to manager recently” Jackson gloated, his eyes ran over the goosebumps on your skin. 

“Who is she?” Jonathan inquired, but his tone lacked care. 

“Some rich fucker’s daughter. They wanted me to use her as ransom, then dispose of her afterwards. But she was such a good girl for me! My heart fought against it” Jackson exclaimed, a gleeful smile on his lips as the back of his hand moved your hair behind your ear. 

“How human of you” Jonathan snorted. 

“I can’t keep her. I travel too much. I wouldn’t be able to look after her the way she needs to be. But fuck, I’d regret… Disposing of her. She’s been my best fuck y’know? It’d be too much effort to hire someone to watch over her, not that I would even trust anyone” Jackson explained through a frustrated tone. 

That was the last thing he needed, to be your full time carer. It was typical for Jackson to pass off his broken toys to Jonathan. No, Jonathan had a perfect life, one that had no desires for authentications. 

“So this is a babysitting gig?” Jonathan scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Jackson. 

“No, this is me making it up to you. She’s my favorite girl, so I’m giving her to you completely, well almost anyways. Call us even now” Jackson nodded, proud and satisfied with his offering. 

Jackson was never marriage material, eventually he’d grow bored of you and throw you into the trash. But he knew that you deserved better, you needed to be looked after by someone that cares. Jonathan on the other hand, had that twisted obsessive nature that just screamed for someone to fulfill his personal needs. Despite how often he fought it and blocked it out, he needed companionship, somebody to hold onto in the middle of the night to keep his own nightmares at bay. Jackson already figured it out, you��d be his anchor. 

“Jackson- That’s not calling it even… You’ve already soiled her” Jonathan argued as he pressed his fingers to his forehead, Jackson snorted at his precise choice of words. 

“Oh come on! I’ve already planned it all out. Do whatever you want with her! I don’t mind! It really works for your benefit… She can be a little experiment for you. All I ask if that you don’t fuck her mind up too dramatically, I still want to drop by every now and again to see her” Jackson fought back, his similar blue eyes darting from his twin back to you, unable to keep his tongue away from licking his lips. Jonathan cocked an eyebrow at Jackson. The other twin laughed softly at his face of suspicion and confusion. “I know what you do at Arkham Johnny. It’s some fucked up shit. I didn’t realize our childhood was that bad” Jackson joked. 

“My work is for the greater good” Jonathan hissed, jaw locked. 

“Show me the mask and let me be the judge of that” Jackson patted his shoulder harshly. 

“Only if you induce some of my toxin” Jonathan shot back, a dirty glare locked in.

“Hard pass” Jackson chuckled. 

Both of them simultaneously turned their heads back onto you, you were shaking like a tree caught in the wind, tears dripped down your flushed cheeks. Jackson felt his arousal spark to his lower region, he always loved seeing how helpless and dependent you were. 

“I don’t want her” Jonathan shook his head.

Jackson’s proposition was impractical, Jonathan would have to watch you constantly. He was far too deep into his work to crawl his way back out, Jackson would just have to figure something else out for you. 

“Now! I know you always preferred bad girls. But this innocent sweet little thing really hits the spot, trust me” Jackson persuaded as he ran his hands up your cold curves. 

No, Jonathan couldn’t keep you full time. It was too much effort, you’d be distracting, irritating and costly. Not to mention, knowing that this was just an easy way out for Jackson made him fight against it. He had been over helping his brother for a long time, he was not going to walk back down that track. 

“My answer remains the same” Jonathan firmly stated, not cracking the slightest bit. 

“Well, I’m sure you can get a bite out of her if you really push her” Jackson snickered. 

Jonathan didn’t bite at his remark. Both blue sets of eyes watched you as you whined into your gag. The rope had cut into your flesh and the gag made your jaw ache. Jonathan wondered how long Jackson had been driving for with you confined into the boot. It was the middle of winter and the thin blanket was kicked off to the side, perhaps during a panic attack throughout the drive. 

No, stop wondering about you. 

The curiosity was loose on its lead. Jonathan needed to shut down the vast of ideas. But you were just so gratifying to the eye. Especially in all of that (or should he say little?) red. No, he had too many experiments already. Usually he would say the more the merrier, but he knew you’d be time consuming. 

“Take her and leave” Jonathan reminded him as he turned his head away from you.

Jonathan’s throat tightened, he swore he could feel a ball of sweat drip down. But Jackson only gave him a cocky look and pulsed his lips.  

“Have a taste of her first, then tell me that” Jackson chuckled, leaning closely to his brother. 

“No, I must decline” Jonathan waved his hands in dismissal. 

“Come on, look at her!” Jackson objected, pointing his hands at you. Quickly, Jackson wrapped his arm around Jonathan’s shoulders. “When was the last time you got laid Jonathan?” Jackson whispered, out of your hearing range, a wicked grin on his lips. A beat. Jackson twisted his head and looked Jonathan in the eyes.  “Johnny? When was the last time?” Jackson repeated, sounding far more concerned this time round. 

Jonathan cleared his throat and shrugged at his shoulders. “I have other greater focuses than sexual desires” Jonathan answered bluntly. 

Jackson scoffed loudly and flung himself off of him as if he was contagious. “Always so technical!” Jackson insulted harshly. 

“Enough Jackson” Jonathan raised his hand. 

Jackson sat on the edge of the boot. As you were silently sobbing, his hand reached back to comfort you. As you looked up to him pleadingly, he scratched your chin. 

“We had so much fun in college together! Don’t tell me you did it just for your big brother” Jackson winked, already knowing the truth. 

“Correct. What was your saying? What’s yours is mine. I wasn’t able to look at someone else without you catching on” Jonathan hissed, resisting not to snap out and jab his fingers on his chest. 

“I just didn’t want to miss out on the fun” Jackson shrugged his mouth, twisting his shoe on the floor like a disobedient child. Jonathan blinked darkly at him. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry about… Fuck, what even was her name?” Jackson muttered as he scratched the side of his head. 

Jonathan scoffed and turned his head away. Jonathan was infatuated with a fellow classmate. She was the total package in his eyes, at least his primal desires lead him to believe. She had led him on, whispered dirty fantasies in his ear for weeks. Unfortunately, Jackson eventually caught on and jumped at the opportunity. Quickly after, Jonathan walked into their dorm room with Jackson blowing at her backside whilst eagerly telling him to join in. 

“Hey, since we are speaking about her… I remember seeing her on the news years ago. I’m crossing my fingers that it was just a coincidence” Jackson spoke in a low tone, but his eyes were wide with curiosity. 

“She got what she deserved” Jonathan answered in a dead tone. 

“Fuck, you really are crazy!” Jackson bellowed out. 

Your cries increased, causing both sets of eyes to snap onto you. Jackson tutted and leant down to you, his warm hands somehow sent shivers down your skin as he caressed you. Jonathan watched with intrigue as he tried to calm you. Jackson was treating you like a lost puppy. 

“Babygirl, babygirl… Calm down, I’m sorting out your new home, my little brother just loves to be a stuck up twat at times'' Jackson chuckled, his thumb rolled over your chin whilst you tried to get your crying under control. 

“You need to leave” Jonathan stated sharply, his arms crossed over his chest yet again. Jackson looked over his shoulder. 

“Jonathan, I hate to put it all on you. But if you can’t take her, I’ll have to kill her” he said casually.

You screamed out and Jonathan’s cock couldn’t help but to twitch in his trousers. Had he been hard this whole entire time? But Jonathan shook off those urges. 

“I don’t care what you do with her. I will not be involved in your affairs again” Jonathan determined. 

“Fuuuck, I’m sorry babygirl… I tried my best, I really did” Jackson sighed as he pulled out a switchblade from his pocket. You shrieked out and squirmed around frantically.

“Fuck Jackson, not here!” Jonathan hissed. 

“Oh, her screams can be piercing. I can’t risk her drawing attention as I’m stuck in rush hour” Jackson explained. 

He balled his fists, but reluctantly let go of all of his anger as he locked eyes with you. The fear, oh the fear on your face was a perfect performance. It was hypnotizing. Jonathan was ready to drop to his knees to beg for you completely. But he knew he could bend you in whatever way. Jackson was as smart as he was dumb. It was a foolish move to offer you to him, Jonathan would corrupt you in ways neither of you knew. 

His hand rested on his shoulder as Jackson taunted the blade towards you. 

“Enough” Jonathan blinked.

“Well, what else am I supposed to do Johnny?” Jackson acted dumb, a mischief grin on his lips.

Jonathan didn’t reply, his eyes glued onto yours. Your words were muffled, but it was clear as day with how desperately you were pleading for your life. There was that look again, one that Jackson almost forgot about. The seed of obsession finally sprouted in Jonathan’s eyes. 

“She has lovely eyes, doesn’t she?” Jackson hummed. 

“Yes, you’re correct” Jonathan replied. “Does she have a name?” he asked softly. 

Jackson murmured your name and Jonathan couldn’t resist but to groan it out. Such a fitting name. But the color or size of your eyes wasn’t the reason for your beauty. It was the fear that swam like pretty fish in a pond. Jonathan reached out to touch you and you flinched, your chest shaking. 

“Shh, you don’t have to be scared sweetheart. I won’t hurt you” Jonathan assured as he slowly went to touch you again.

Not yet always. 

“Oh, you poor thing… You’re so cold” Jonathan pouted as his hands traveled over your thighs. “Open the door” Jonathan ordered as he reached into the boot to pick you up. 

“Okay boss” Jackson grinned as he headed towards the door. 

Jonathan sat you up on the sofa in the living room, followed by both of the brothers sitting at either side of you. Their similar soft blue eyes beamed into your soul, you weren’t sure which one to look at. For the familiar brother had this dark smug look on his face and the other one’s eyes were dissecting you like a pig. So you resulted in staring at a random spot in the living room, you glued your eyes onto the cream lamp, and tried to find the beauty in its design. Your shoulders caved forward, skin trembled, but thankfully Jonathan already had the heating on. It was sure that you’d warm up in no time. 

“Is she resistant?” Jonathan asked, his hands trailing over your bounded hands. 

The red marks on your skin were mixed of fresh and old, he wondered how often you tried to break free. Jackson’s hand slipped through your hair to your scalp, he scratched your head as he admired you. 

“Timid little thing she is. She’s quite cooperative. I doubt she’d dare to look in the wrong direction with the two of us here” Jackson answered with a dark smile. 

Jonathan examined your body, a soft exhale escaped his lips as his hands ran up and down your bare skin. Daringly, you locked eyes with the twin brother, his eyes softened, a smirk crept onto his lips. 

“You’re so cold sweetheart. So, so cold. Couldn’t he have given you something warmer to wear?” Jonathan teased as he leant closer to you, his breath fanned at your skin. Typically, you shuddered, which he adored. 

“Not my fault she kicked off her blanket” Jackson shrugged his shoulders, no empathy in sight. 

Jonathan gently undid your gag. A deep inhale came from you as you rotated your tense, aching jaw. Then you looked over to your abductor. 

“Ja-Jackson” you whimpered out hoarsely, your jaw stung. 

Jackson was quick to move his body towards yours, his cruel arms wrapped over your shoulders as he rubbed his nose against your cheek. A hint of jealousy flashed in Jonathan’s bright blue eyes, his arms should be around you, your body should be leaning into his. You laid your head on him as you tried to stretch out your jaw. How was it that you were showing trust to your abuser? Jackson’s eyes flickered from you both, he instantly picked up on the thoughts running through Jonathan’s mind. 

“It’s okay baby girl, my brother will be gentle… Maybe” Jackson chaffed as he patted your inner thigh. He leant into your ear, but didn’t bother to whisper. “Give Johnny a kiss for welcoming us into his home” he ordered. 

Your lips wobbled as you examined the seriousness in his command. Submissively, you turned your head towards Jonathan. A frustrated exhale left Jonathan’s lips, he didn’t like Jackson being in control still. But at the same time he couldn’t pass on feeling the sensation of your lips combined. You suckled on his lower lip breifly. Then Jonathan deepened the kiss, his hands tugged your body onto his, Jackson chuckled knowingly. With his tongue deep in your mouth, he explored every inch of you. The way your innocent moans and whimpers would vibrate was celestial. 

Jackson pressed his front against your behind. One hand rested on your hip whilst the other tangled itself into your hair. Playfully, he’d gently tug your head back, just to watch Jonathan’s expression turn more animalistic as he tried to keep your mouths combined. After a few minutes of that, Jackson abruptly pulled your head back, his head pressed against the side of your neck, Jonathan’s eyes narrowed.

“Come on baby girl, show him your gratitude and suck his cock” Jackson kindly suggested.

Jackson pushed you onto the floor, not harshly yet not kindly. With his cock begging to be set free from his trousers, Jonathan couldn’t look past that idea. Eagerly, he unbuckled his belt and welcomed his aching member. The binds made it hard for you to get comfortable on your knees, but you quickly shuffled closer to Jonathan. 

He leant forward to make it easier for you, his hands slipped into your hair as he guided you down his length. Jonathan was longer, Jackson was thicker. But they both had that same smooth look. Your eyes squeezed shut with embarrassment as you tried to do good, just like Jackson taught you to. You gagged out as you finally reached the base, it was so difficult to do with your hands restrained. 

Jackson praised you, his hand rubbing your shoulder as fresh tears broke free. Even though Jackson’s comments were irritating, Jonathan couldn’t help but to like how it motivated you to keep going. 

 “Fuck sweetheart, you’re doing a terrific job” Jonathan complimented as he caressed the side of your face with the back of his hand.

“Alright, come here baby girl, it’s my turn” Jackson hummed as he slipped his hand to his belt. 

A tidal wave of jealousy crashed over Jonathan suddenly. Literally fuck that, Jonathan will not be edged to watch his brother enjoy your sweet mouth. The same mouth that he had been abusing for months now. The mouth that is supposed to be a gift for him. His hands held your head towards his base. 

“No, your lips will stay around my cock until I finish” Jonathan demanded calmly, your cheeks hollowed out to please him. 

“Johnny” Jackson warned as his fingers tightened around his leather belt. 

“You brought her here for me, did you not?” Jonathan challenged, cocking a confident brow towards him.  

“So fucking greedy” Jackson muttered as he fell back onto the couch. Jonathan scoffed at his remark. His palm kneaded over his bulge, eyes fluttered with boredom of being cockblocked by his brother of all people. “Come on baby girl, show him how good I taught you to be” he coached as he noticed Jonathan’s shoulders tremble lightly. 

He leant forward again, your head bobbed up and down almost mechanically. Just the way he taught you so. Then, his member slipped free from your mouth, you ran your tongue down underneath and suckled on his balls. A quick, pathetic moan slipped out of his lips. A mischief grin grew on Jackson’s lips as he observed Jonathan try to keep a composed expression and figure. Jonathan used to moan all of the time, it was cute, him trying to act all tough nowadays.  

“Come on baby, pretend it’s me in your mouth” Jackson egged on, his tongue licked over his lips. Jonathan’s nostrils flared as he saw you look over to his brother. 

“Don’t listen to him and look at me” Jonathan ordered harshly.

His mouth fell open, vicious growls grunted out as his hands tugged at your roots to guide your mouth back throat deep onto him. When he spurted his white thick ropes out, his hips raised and eyes rolled back. A long overdue moan echoed throughout the room. You kept your head down like a good girl indeed. Gradually, he freed you and you gasped out for air. 

They both admired the way you struggled for calm breathing. The way your eyes squeezed shut, chest heaved and body trembled. Finally, Jackson undid his belt and pulled it from the loops. 

“So are we going to fuck her together like old times or what?” Jackson arrogantly asked as he stood up. 

Jonathan scoffed and stood up quickly, he squeezed his base to get the blood flowing again. “What makes you think I desire to go back to that trauma?” Jonathan dissed.

“Wow, time has certainly changed you” Jackson snorted. “Come on Johnny, for old times sake” he smirked, his hand resting on his shoulder. 

When you coughed out, the taste of salt all over your tongue, they both looked down at you. You sat on your side, your legs curled in and arms propped in front of you to hold your tired body up. It showed all of your curves perfectly. 

“Such an ideal body” Jonathan whispered, Jackson hummed in agreement. “Help me untie her” Jonathan ordered suddenly as he got onto the floor with you. 

Both of the brothers’ hands trailed over your skin. The goosebumps weren’t from the coldness anymore. Gentle moans escaped your lips as Jackson squeezed those random sensitive spots on your body, a cheeky smirk on his lips as he untied your feet. Jonathan’s eyes stalked you as he untied your wrists, you gulped as you looked up to him, he nodded his head to reassure you.Your body ached completely, you brought your hand up to your mouth and wiped it clean. 

“Gonna need to stretch you out completely after this” Jonathan sighed.

Jonathan lifted you up, his arms wrapped around the small of your back. Jackson came up and pressed himself up behind you. Jonathan coached you to reach up to the ceiling, praising you as you held your arms up to help relieve some of the tension in your body. Whilst Jackson kissed your neck sloppily, praising you of how good you always smell and taste.  

“She’s scared of you” Jonathan pointed out.

The look in your eyes was too familiar for him to determine as anything else. Jackson chuckled at the elephant in the room.   

“Yeah I mean I did steal her away, but she still likes me, don’t you baby?” Jackson murmured. 

“Y-yes Jackson” you whispered, your head turning slightly back. 

“She’s really shy, it'll take some time for her to talk to you” Jackson mocked smugly. 

“Hold her up” Jonathan clicked his tongue. 

Jonathan dropped to his knees and spread your knees apart. A shudder echoed through you as his slender digits traced over your inner thighs. Teasingly, he slowly pulled your thong off and planted gentle kisses on your calves. Then his fingers brushed over your glistering bare cunt. He could only assume that Jackson waxed you regularly, he hated hair down there. But all of the drip that trickled down your legs fueled his ego. He didn’t realize someone could get so turned on by giving head. Firstly he nibbled at the skin near your entrance. Gradually, his tongue motioned over to your clit, then he took your folds in his mouth. Embarrassed, you bit onto the insides of your cheeks, your moans grumbled out of you as your hips squirmed around.

“Don’t hold back your moaning baby, let it all out” Jackson chuckled, his hand slipped underneath your bra and pinched at your hardened nipple. 

Following his orders, you let up your shameful moans and flexed your hips back and forward. Jonathan grinned as he held onto the back of your thighs, his tongue deep in your warmth. You tasted like a golden apple, his tongue flicked over to every spongy spot it could reach. Your head fell back on Jackson’s shoulders as you felt your orgasm grow within your heated skin. His fingers rolled over your nipple as Jonathan rubbed his nose against your clit. A sudden hypnotic moan erupted in the room as you entered your state of pure bliss. You could have sworn that you saw stars, but you always thought you saw stars these days since being in Jackson’s care. 

You slumped into Jackson’s arms. Jonathan took great pleasure in cleaning up your climax. Leaving plenty of sloppy kisses on your inner thighs afterwards. With a gentle tug to his newly formed erection, he looked up to your beauty. 

“Thank you Jonathan” you gulped out as he rose to his feet. 

Jackson smirked behind you as Jonathan smiled softly at you. Manners were always a requirement for him, he’s taught you so well…

“Anytime sweetheart” Jonathan winked. 

“You want to fuck her pussy first or what?” Jackson winked back at Jonathan. 

Jonathan’s sweet expression soured instantaneously. 

“Her cunt is mine only” Jonathan spat with possessiveness, eyes two pitch black pools of greed. 

“Jonathan” Jackson gritted his teeth. “You’re skating on thin ice, I’m not a nice guy if given blue balls” he addressed, his hold on you tightened. 

“Want me to forgive you? I’m having this my way” Jonathan fought, a daring look on his face. 

“Fine, just for tonight though” Jackson exhaled dramatically as his hand rolled over your lips. “Are we going to the bedroom?” Jackson teased as Jonathan pressed his front to yours again.

“You’re not stepping foot into my room” Jonathan huffed. 

“Fuck my bad” Jackson rolled his eyes. 

There was zero care in Jonathan’s blood as he kissed you passionately, your body pressed back up against Jackson. Your arms trembled as you hesitantly wrapped them around his neck. Swiftly, Jonathan pulled you away from his brother, his hands carefully roamed over your bare skin and gripped onto your rear. 

“Okay darling, you’re gonna show me how well you can ride my cock, you okay with that?” Jonathan hummed as he guided you back to the couch. 

You tried to look over to Jackson for assurance, but Jonathan pressed his fingers to your jaw, keeping your eyes on him. Jackson watched darkly behind, his arms crossed over his chest as Jonathan whispered words into your ear. Then, you were carefully unbuttoning Jonathan’s white shirt. Jackson’s nostrils flared as he started to unbutton his own. When his undershirt was pulled over his head, Jonathan fell onto the couch, making sure that you straddled his snatched waist. 

He took off his glasses, but smiled as your beauty was still clear. Guiding your eager cunt above his dripping tip, you weighed your body onto his. You whined sweetly as every inch brought a new nourishing sensation to your tunnel. As you adjusted to his length, Jonathan grinned smugly at Jackson. 

“Here’s what we are going to do… We’re going to show Jacky how much better I fuck you? Alright sweetheart?” Jonathan instructed optimistically. 

“Oh Jonathan! Where did this confidence come from!” Jackson praised as he clapped his hands together.

Despite the heavy attempt to be cockblocked and degraded, he couldn’t help but to feel proud of Jonathan. Back in the day, Jonathan practically sat in the corner waiting for his turn. He’d be so shy, timid, awkward with a girl. Jackson really had to coach Jonathan on what to do, and how not to finish so damn fast. 

Jonathan ignored Jackson and motioned his hips up and down, the pace increased with each thrust. As the motions picked up, your usual stiff figure seemed to be melting like candle wax. Your head was buried in the crook of Jonathan’s neck, but Jackson had a perfect view of your needy hips acting like a bitch in heat. That look in Jonathan’s eyes was nothing that Jackson had ever seen in him before. 

A look of fear crossed Jackson’s face. The realization that Jonathan was going to be completely possessed by you spiked his jealousy. The idea of it felt perfect in his head, but now that it was real, Jackson feared he’d regret it the next time he’d drop by. Jonathan was going to corrupt you. Turn his good girl bad. 

No, fuck that. You’d remember who you truly belong to, always. 

Your legs were pushed out on the couch, cheeks spread apart, back hole on display for Jackson like a toy store at Christmas time. Finally, Jackson stripped his upper body naked and freed his eager member, soundlessly stepping towards you. 

“Jackson” Jonathan growled as he pressed his tip to your back hole. 

“Oh trust me, she loves anal” Jackson promised, one hand on your hip, the other on his size. 

You didn’t like it, it was clear by your initial expression. Immediately your stomach tensed as you felt Jackson intruding your back tunnel. The logic inside made Jonathan want to push Jackson off of you. However, he liked how frightened you were of Jackson, and how dependent you were on him instead because of it. Even if you didn’t notice it yet, because he had already picked up on how your arms are tightened around his neck and face inched closer to his. Likewise to what Jackson said, it works to his benefit. 

“You’ll be okay sweetheart, just look at me okay?” Jonathan reassured. 

You were crying intensely, but Jonathan couldn’t help but to get turned on even more by it. Luckily for you, Jonathan wasn’t a massive fan of anal either. So you’d never have to worry around him. Jackson’s thrusts were forceful, his lower lip in between his teeth as he took out the frustration Jonathan forced on him. Even though you hated having your backside abused, your puckered hole always seemed to wrap around his cock perfectly. 

“Such a good girl, you’re doing a terrific job sweetheart” Jonathan continued on, his hips rotated in circles. 

“Yeah, taking two fucking cocks. That's my good little whore” Jackson huffed as he slapped your rear. 

“Jo- Ja-” you panted, not knowing who’s name to moan. 

“Say it, say my name” Jonathan urged, his damp fingers pressed against your clit. 

“Jonathan” you whined pathetically. 

Jonathan smiled wickedly and hummed his praise. Earning a dirty look from Jackson. Jackson’s hand looped your hair as he pulled you back. He snarled by your ear, his nostrils flaring like a beast. 

“Jackson!” you panted, earning a satisfied grin from him. 

“Still my good girl?” Jackson whispered, out of Jonathan’s range. 

“Yes!” you promised instantly. 

“Good girl” Jackson grumbled before he pressed his lips to your heated cheek. 

He stayed over your back, giving you sloppy kisses left, right and center. It wasn’t common for Jackson to kiss you, only mainly during aftercare. But this urge inside of him demanded to show his brother who’s property you really were at the end of the day. 

“Doesn’t her pussy just feel like paradise Jonathan?” Jackson smirked, their cocks slowly disappearing and reappearing out of you. 

“It does” he agreed gleefully. 

“Understand why I said best fuck now?” he asked confidently. 

“Certainly” Jonathan moaned as you clenched around him. 

No one was sure if it was a competition as to who would finish first or last. Jonathan brushed your cervix repetitively, you moaned out in awe, a wide smile on your lips as your hips rocked faster and faster. Jackson hardly had to move his hips, you were that energetic. Both of them soon worried if they would be able to keep up with you. 

“Fuck baby girl, I’m close… Are you?” Jackson exhaled, his hands squeezed your cheeks. 

“She is” Jonathan chimed in, the corners of his lips wide apart. “I can feel her squeezing me for dear life” he pointed out. 

“Fuck Jonathan!” you suddenly screamed, a beautiful piece of art of pain and pleasure on your face. 

“That feels perfect doesn’t it?” Jonathan teased, his fingers caressed your cheeks. 

Jackson was gobsmacked. Where did Jonathan learn to talk like this, him, obviously. But it was almost like looking into his reflection, Jonathan had stepped out of his shell and broke it to pieces. Not to mention his dick game seemed to be evolved into a unknown creature. 

“Ughh! So good Jonathan! So-so” you stammered.

Your vision turned blurry as you felt your second orgasm climb higher than it ever has before. Never had Jackson heard you so vocal. Yes he could turn you into a moaning mess, but rarely would he get proper words out of you. You were just always so timid around Jackson. Somehow Jonathan has already gotten under your skin and Jackson found himself pumping his cock into you the way he knew it would make you scream. 

Jackson had always treated you like a shiny obnoxiously big trophy. He wanted to show off how he always had the best in the world. But Jonathan treated you like a priceless artifact, almost worshiping you even though you were supposed to be at his feet. It was known that he was studying you right now, figuring you out completely as you turned into a complete slut for them. Both of the brothers suffered from hubris traits. One of them may end up dying for you one day. 

You came first, Jackson thought that he’d melt into goo with how your entire body tensed. They both had to hold onto you as your body shook with massive vibrations. Your head dropped forward, Jonathan kissed you passionately as he pumped his tip against your sensitive walls. The sound of your moans were so angelic, they could listen to you for hours. 

Then followed Jonathan, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His hold on you tightened as his cock completely disappeared inside of you. As your canal was marked in his white ropes, Jonathan gave you a tender kiss as he shuddered. Proudly, Jackson came last, filling your back tunnel full of his cum. It was always a sight to see his seed drip out of your holes. Somewhat instinctively, you pushed your body back up against Jackson. It took all of your strength, but Jackson held onto you and kissed you sensually. With his hands massaging your posterior, he let you go back to lay on Jonathan. All of you were covered in hot sweat, but only you and Jonathan were out of breath. 

“Oh, how I’m going to miss you babygirl” Jackson murmured to himself as he fixed his trousers back to normal. 

The two of you were latched as one, your eyes closed as Jonathan’s hands traced over your upper arms. With your head buried back in the crook of his neck, Jackson chuckled as he slipped on his undershirt. 

“Yeah, she loves to be held afterwards. She’ll quickly fall asleep in your arms if you don’t let go” he explained arrogantly, beginning to button up his dress shirt. 

“You can leave now Jackson” Jonathan exhaled, his nose twitched. 

“Oh come on, I won’t say goodbye to her that easily. I have to stay at least a couple of days, my flight isn’t until next week so no point in trying to get rid of me” Jackson laughed softly. 

He needed the next few days to ensure you remember whose feet you’ll always kneel before. The challenge would be fun. But Jackson couldn’t help but to bloom as the nostalgic sensation, he missed Jonathan. Not that he’d ever admit that. 

“How about I go get us all some takeaway and you two can get to know each other better in the meantime?” Jackson cocked an eyebrow. It was always a yes in his opinion if Jonathan remained silent. He picked up his jacket and waltzed towards the front entrance. “Still like Japanese!” Jackson called out before slamming the door shut. 

Your head popped up at the sound, you gulped, your mouth dry and reality weighing heavily on you. His soft blue eyes returned to their dark state. As your figure turned stiff, Jonathan smirked at the mellow fearful look in your eyes. 

“Fuck sweetheart, I just might need to call in sick for work tomorrow” he admitted.

[the-pink-baphomet1861]

any alfred ashford headcanons?

Wow, ok omg someone finally asked. Buckle up time for the insane ramblings of a mad creature with absolutely too much time on their hands. (Sorry it took so long, you know how it can be sometimes.)

Even though he and Alexia had their education start as soon as possible for them, there was a rather short time where they were on about the same level, and Alfred delighted in talking to her about what they were learning. 

Despite not being as smart as Alexia, he still did quite well educationally and managed to graduate university at 21. He did study a lot about biology and chemistry to emulate Alexia, but his favorite classes were actually history, specifically warfare, and social studies. He even did a little creative writing on the side

He’s just as useless as Alexia in the kitchen, however, due to being equally reliant on servants to do it for him. Although he might be slightly better as he’s had more time growing up and living instead of being stuck in a pod for his teenage years

When Alexia was busy studying and Alfred was left with nothing to do, he took to wandering the halls and looking at all the artwork and decorations in the base. He especially liked to stare at the paintings of his ancestors and hearing about their accomplishments, although he eventually grew to resent Veronica specifically due to his father heaping praise on her.

Alfred is a deeply repressed gay man. Ever since he was a child he was told than even feeling heterosexual feelings were a disgusting and immoral thing that only the lower classes fell victim to, so he’s buried his “abnormal” desires deep, to the point where any slight suggestion of these feelings would send him into a frothing rage.

His relationship with Alexander was always tumultuous. At best Alexander was cold and distant, and at worst he was downright hostile towards Alfred, Alexander was just too focused on his goals to ever view him as anything more than a byproduct of the experiment. Eventually Alfred gave up on trying to have a relationship with him and focused solely on Alexia 

Speaking of which, his relationship with her was always something important to him, even when he was just a baby, and it only got more intense as he grew older, to the point that his entire self perception in wrapped up with her. I’m not a huge fan of incest, so I see it more as incredibly bad codependency than anything romantic or sexual.

After Alexia graduated from high school and moved on to university, Alexander thought that it would be a good idea to send Alfred to a boarding school to improve his education. This was a terrible idea. Alfred was incredibly bratty and disobedient towards the teachers and quite antisocial and rude towards the other students. He believed that this was a waste of his time and resented that he was being kept from Alexia. This culminated in his second term where he beat another student bloody for insulting Alexia, Alexander wisely decided to have him privately tutored after that.

When Alexia was working at the Antarctic base as head researcher, Alfred liked to accompany her and help wherever he could, although it really wasn’t all that much help most of the time.

The discovery of their origins caused Alfred to have a huge identity crisis about who he was, why he’d been the failure and if he was even really human. Eventually he settled into the mindset that he was an inferior version of Alexia, and that the only purpose he would have was serving her and her desires. Any hope of Alfred finding a place among others and building other relationships died that day.

After Alexia froze herself, Alfred was appointed as the head of Umbrella’s newest base on Rockfort island, mostly to get him out of the way (real smart, putting a grieving twelve year old in charge of a large military complex). The palace and private residence were both built under his orders using the prisoners as a workforce, and most of his money was spent on his decorations and collections.

His whole situation with the false Alexia was born from his deep feelings of isolation and loneliness, the only person who ever cared about him as a person was gone and he couldn’t form relationships with the other people on Rockfort, so his mind created another version of Alexia to serve as a companion.

This other Alexia is a lot colder towards him personality wise, reflecting his insecurities about not being able to uphold the family name and make Alexia proud of him, and constantly criticizes him for any perceived failures. She is physically represented by a wooden mannequin Alfred keeps in the residence, with Alfred only dressing as her when she needs to get up and do stuff. (I’m not a mental health expert, this is just a dumb headcanon. So take it with a grain of salt.)

Alfred was also in charge of the Antarctic facility, but just because it was his family estate and he inherited it after Alexander’s death.

His mental state slowly deteriorated further and further as the fifteen years went by, to the point that he even forgot about his role to wake up Alexia, believing that she was still with him. So ironically, the attack on Rockfort and Steve and Claire’s escape was the thing that got him back on track.

After falling down the pit, his only thoughts were about Alexia. He believed that she would save him and make everything better, but by the time he had arrived, his body was too damaged to keep going. Both of his legs were completely broken after the fall, he had several puncture wounds in his abdomen and a piece of his ribs had pierced his heart. So the only thing Alexia could do was put him in the cryostasis tube to prepare him for infection with the T-Veronica virus. (This is also once again a request to go look at my art blog.)

Alfred owned a bedazzler gun as a child and once covered half the mansion in tiny plastic gemstones. Alexia was somewhat amused by this incident (and still brings it up from time to time). Alexander was not.

[oh-katsuki]

okay I just read your stsg fic and right after the tendou fic and for some reason my brain started combining the two and I started thinking stsg + stepcest + older brothers best friend and idk....I'm into it I think

hmmNMJFDNAGFJKRNGVJKREN oh ill THROW UP THAT'S SO FNRIJEAGVNREJGNRJBVNREJLKN SEXXYYY HFNREJKANVGJREHKABV sorry if this makes so sense im like drooling and hollering at the screen and everything

cw: fem!reader, use of she/her pronouns, stepcest (but gojo lowkey is imagining it's incest sorry), i say SISTER CUNT!, vaginal fingering, threesome, suguru is basically a spectator but he loves it, everyone is so strange and disgusting ill moan

ugh satoru as the overly clingy big brother type. the kind that makes the people around him mildly uncomfortable because he absolutely has a sister complex. he's even gone so far as to share an apartment with you while you're in university, makes the financial burden a little easier.

he's like.... infatuated. he thinks that you're fucking precious and so damn pretty it makes him sick. satoru just can't get over how obsessed with you he is. to him, you're the perfect little sister.

the age gap isn't all that big. four years, give or take a few, but satoru still treats you like you'll break. he likes to spoil you. likes to buy you things and feed you and make you feel pretty.

thing is though, he also obsesses over who you date. satoru likes to know who you're seeing, when you're seeing them, and how far you're going with them. of course, you'd never tell him if you were fucking someone or not, so he's left to assume. satoru's gotta fill in the gaps. he knows you're having sex though. there's really no way he couldn't, what with the way you stay out at night.

and suguru... suguru is satoru's best friend from college. a bit of a brute, with a silver tongue and a borderline twisted sense of humor, the two of them are like peas in a pod.

of course, suguru knows you. satoru's pretty little sister who is either an idiot or willfully ignorant to her brother's overt sexual obsession with her. it's a little funny to suguru actually, just how fucked up satoru is over you. of course, he probably would be too if he lived in the place you showered in. that would send any guy in his right might a little fucking bonkers and satoru has never been all too deep on the sane end of things.

course, things change a little when suguru starts letting satoru talk about you. he listens while satoru goes on about the guy you're seeing, the person you fucked this weekend, how pretty you looked this morning when you woke up. you know, the weird and obsessive shit satoru is pretty much known for when it comes to you.

things just sort of... happen from there out. they watch you when you're in the room, touch you softly while you're sitting on the couch with them, till eventually, they've got you spread open across their laps with satoru's fingers in your pussy and suguru coaxing you both through it.

suguru watches over your shoulder from where satoru is crouched between your legs, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of you. it's the gentlest of touches, just to make you feel good. satoru wants to make you feel good so badly.

he just wants to see you fall apart, to melt at his fingertips. so he curls his fingers slowly while his best friend watches with a chin resting on your shoulder. suguru's got you from under your thighs, holding them up and spread so that satoru can get a proper angle on your tight sister cunt.

and you, pretty you, are caught in the middle. satoru mumbles into your thigh that it's okay, that you're allowed to feel good with them, that he's going to take care of his little sister (and he doesn't bother to add the 'step' before it). suguru, who you've always been intimidated by, speaks directly into your ear, asking if you plan on cumming for satoru any time soon, to which satoru remarks that you can take as long as you want.

big brother's gonna make you feel good, okay? he says.

it's so fucking disgusting that you think you might cum on the spot.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

House of the dragon short read a summery for all those who have forgotten for season 2 and totally true to the facts and how it happened.

This might be the most chaotic shitpost recap I've ever seen.

Viserys: Nah I want a son.

Rhaenyra: Noo father I'm just as goooood.

Daemon: You have meeeee.

Viserys: No I want a son. Gimme one.

Aemma: nooo now I must dieeee. Here's your son tho.

Viserys; Aemma my uwu nooo

Baelon: FATHER I AM UR SON

viserys: yes u are uwu u are so cute lets make photos.

Maester: sire u should back off and let the kid breath Sire, no do not bring out the tide pods. Sire...SIRE!!!!

viserys: I'm off now that I have my photos for my dragongran with him and his first tidepod! This will bring in the likes and defeat Daemons unholy post.

Maester:*kills child* I hate targaryens I hate them I hate them I hate them. Stupid ugly white haired ppl

Baelon: well fuck you too you cunt. You think I want to be in this family? Ha. Jokes on you.

Viserys: NOOO MY SOON SOB SOB WHO DID THISSS

daemon: LETS FUCKING GOO IM THE TRUE HEIR YALL BETTER REMEMBER THIS. DRINKS ON THE TAP OF THE CROWN. THATS ME ANYWAY HAHA FUCK U BAELON U LOSER FOR ONE DAY.

Daemon when appearing for vizzy: Look we all make goofs & errors what's most important is where our hearts are at.

Viz: I'm convinced you have no heart!

Daemon: NAAAAAAH U CANT. IM UR HEIR

Viz: I already have a child. U are a child daemon. U are just not mine

Guards: OOOOOOHHHH

Viz: daemon you know where the trash goes. Follow it.

Viserys: I still want my boii

Aegon: I AM HERE FATHER. LOVE ME.

VISERYS: what the fuck are you. You can't be my son why ur hair like that.

Alicent: husband I'm like 17 and I got u a son. Ur other wifey failed to do that. Us hightowers have curls. Its a curse and a blessing.

Otto: maybe it's magic, maybe it's Hightower genetics.

Rhae: rude ass bitch all of you. Look at how cute he is. He's my baby brother I will protect him. SAY RHAERHAE

alicent: rhae he came out me a moment ago he can't talk yet.

Aegon: (as a baby to his sister) I am the superior one and u should fetch me a snack in the kitchen, you white haired wench.

Rhae:*handing back Aegon* nah u can have this shit back. Do us all a favour next time just go the targaryen way and let it die.

(We light the way)

Vizzy: I wanna fuck u (to alicent)

Alicent:( alright its my duty.

The most unpassionate scene:

Aemond, happily making his entrance in the show as a sperm: WIEEEEEE! Hahaha thank you gods, I won't let you down. I will bring chaos into this family!!!!

The gods; good, our little apprentice. Good.

Rhaenyra: I'm so sneaky hehe

Daemon and rhae rhae: *almost fuck each other*

Daemon: wait I can't I suddenly decided I have morals and standards. Also u just a child tf.

Rhaerhae: no what is this? Fuck you I'm nailing that dornish snack as if he's a lose screw in a IKEA shelf

Daemon: No not Crispin! Get baaaack

Rhaerha: Too late

Crispin: Ah yes. My fantasy is finally coming true!!!!

Crispin: My queen forget ur pathetic kingdom full of incest and forget that old fuck that is your father. Let us depart on a ship and start a life that will not raise questions at all with your hair and our new found riches.

Rhae: I am listening.

Crispin: We can sell...oranges

Rhae; Nah fuck this shit where are the bananas. I love bananas. U should go with your oranges if that makes you happy. Pathetic fruit picker. This is why my uncle bested u. If you relied on bananas none of this would have happened.

Crispin: Rhae rhae..

Rhae: NAH have u even tried defeating a yiga clan member with a orange? You never played zelda did you? And you call yourself a warrior? Out of my sight.

Crispin: but I love u. Why would you sit a comfortable throne instead of working your ass off with me in the fields?:(

Rhae: Honey I never worked a day in my life and I intend to keep that tradition.

Helaena at some point: MHEEWWWWHH

Alicent: he said he wanted a son, so zip it.

Helaena:*cries*

Rhae rhae: Kidnap me, make me your wife and slay my father's guards.

Viserys who can read their lips and understand Valyrian: What kind of wattpad fanfic is this shit. What's next Harry styles flying in on dragonback?

Harry styles: HELLO WESTEROS. THIS IS FOR OUR PRINCESS. ALL OF YOU; WATERMALEON SUGAR. HIGGGGGH.

Crowd: HIIGGGGGH.

Aemond in Alicents belly: Grgg *DEMONIC NOISES*

Alicent: why does rhaenyra get Harry styles and I all I get is traumas and struggles. Also why is prince daemon and her acting out duncon fics when I INTRODUCED RHAE RHAE TO WATTPAD AND HE GAVE ME HIS FAVOUR I HATE THIS AHHH.

Alicent; why am i so angry... I don't understand.

Aemond in her belly: MOAHAHAHA IT WORKS.

Ser Harwin strong; I really should not. It is against the rules.

Rhae rhae: *breathes*

Harwin: If they cut off my cock I still got my fingers-

---

Time skip

Aegon: I don't know what happened but suddenly I'm borderline rapist and I'm also a drunk and like long legged people because it reminded me of dinosaurs and I got that phase when my father still loved me.

Aemond: I'm kind of cute and sympathetic but you will hate me later. It's OK. I will get over it ;)

Helaena: I am the mighty seer. I know all. OOH SPIDERS.

---

Vhagar: (dreaming) a big strong dragon approaches vhagar and courts her with a beheaded child corpse. She takes it and they mate.

Vhagar, waking up: WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY DREAMS?!

aemond; shit she's so big

Vhagar:*pulling a knife* WANT TO REPEAT THAT.

Aemond: uhm no ma'am! May I...May I ride you

Vhagar; NO :) *goes to sleep*

Aemond: shit shit...

Aemond: OBEY.

vhagar; WHAT IS WITH YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ALWAYS WAKING ME UP. FIRST LAENA NOW YOU. LAENA HAS NOT EVEN MET SEBASTIAN YET UNDER THE SEA. DO YOU MIND IM MOURING HERE.

Aemond: I understand..

Aemond;...its just...

Aemond: the seaweed is always greener.

Vhagar: (sigh): in somebody else's lake

/

Don't ask.

I Don't know what the hell happend either.

[redwolf17]

genna taking joy hill her bastard niece with her rather than stay behind to help tywin's golden twins (not that she could have done much) gets more satisfying when you remember the state of gerion and tywin relationship which was not good

I guess? Gerion and Tywin weren't mortal enemies or anything; Genna being fond of Gerion wouldn't offend Tywin, although he probably would not be thrilled that there was help to be had for a bastard Lannister but not for his own children… Then again, when he learned about the incest Tywin wanted to have Cersei's tongue cut out and stick her in the silent sisters 😬

Side note, while Genna is amusing in her brief canon cameo, she's pretty approving of Tywin's actions:

"Men say that Tywin never smiled, but he smiled when he wed your mother, and when Aerys made him Hand. When Tarbeck Hall came crashing down on Lady Ellyn, that scheming bitch, Tyg claimed he smiled then. And he smiled at your birth, Jaime, I saw that with mine own eyes. You and Cersei, pink and perfect, as alike as two peas in a pod . . . well, except between the legs. What lungs you had!"

"Hear us roar." Jaime grinned. "Next you'll be telling me how much he liked to laugh."

"No. Tywin mistrusted laughter. He heard too many people laughing at your grandsire." She frowned. "I promise you, this mummer's farce of a siege would not have amused him. How do you mean to end it, now that you're here?"

...

"Tired?" His aunt pursed her lips. "I suppose he has a right to be. It has been hard for Kevan, living all his life in Tywin's shadow. It was hard for all my brothers. That shadow Tywin cast was long and black, and each of them had to struggle to find a little sun. Tygett tried to be his own man, but he could never match your father, and that just made him angrier as the years went by. Gerion made japes. Better to mock the game than to play and lose. But Kevan saw how things stood early on, so he made himself a place by your father's side."

"And you?" Jaime asked her.

"It was not a game for girls. I was my father's precious princess . . . and Tywin's too, until I disappointed him. My brother never learned to like the taste of disappointment." She pushed herself to her feet. "I've said what I came to say, I shan't take any more of your time. Do what Tywin would have done."

"Did you love him?" Jaime heard himself ask.

His aunt looked at him strangely. "I was seven when Walder Frey persuaded my lord father to give my hand to Emm. His second son, not even his heir. Father was himself a thirdborn son, and younger children crave the approval of their elders. Frey sensed that weakness in him, and Father agreed for no better reason than to please him. My betrothal was announced at a feast with half the west in attendance. Ellyn Tarbeck laughed and the Red Lion went angry from the hall. The rest sat on their tongues. Only Tywin dared speak against the match. A boy of ten. Father turned as white as mare's milk, and Walder Frey was quivering." She smiled. "How could I not love him, after that? That is not to say that I approved of all he did, or much enjoyed the company of the man that he became . . . but every little girl needs a big brother to protect her. Tywin was big even when he was little." She gave a sigh. "Who will protect us now?"

[seroothincs]

Michael's junior mafia shenanigans.

Okay if there IS gonna be an episode with Michael appearing again, then I would really wish for them to adapt his junior mafia from the story out of the Bart simpson comics. Some kids I'd like for Michael to recruit (And who would fit in, in his junior mafia) would be: - Tyler, Ross and Erik from "Mom's I'd like to forget". I just think they could fit right in, not much to explain other than, yep these dudes would totally get along with Michael. - Gina Vendetti, she was featured on the board in "Donnie Fatso" when Homer was talking with the FBI guy and she's in juvenile so obviously she plays a part in the D'amico mob. She could also already be in Michael's junior mafia, who knows. But I do feel like she would fit right in with Michael's little mob. - I am not so sure about all of the Spuckler children but it's certainly Dubya, Jitney and Incest Spuckler that I feel like would fit right in. Sure they would have no clue for what this mafia exactly is but they just join in because it sounds like fun. - Jeremy Jailbird. Look, a kid whose father is a criminal and another kid who's father is a legit mafia boss, these two would go together like peas in a pod. - Donny just feels like someone who would be involved with Michael's mafia, him and Francine would be the two muscles of the group. And the last on the list being Bossy riot, but I wouldn't want them to be recruited since the three gals play by their own rules and wouldn't so easily join Michael's organization, though they do share a business connection.

[medusa-fem]

Love this, absolutely. My only critique is the sperm donor industry is actually really fucked up. Not entirely a feminist issue I suppose, but it's pretty interesting if you look into it. Sibling pods of over 100 people have been found, which is distressing when donor conceived people don't have the legal right to know who their father is. They often find eachother by accident, and there's no accountability taken on the part of the companies that lie to the mothers about how many children the sperm is used for. They even lie about medical history. On top of all else there are serial donors, nasty men who intentionally donate under different names at different banks to spread their seed. Once again, the companies do little if fuck all to stop these men. There's already been cases of accidental incest due to how unethical the industry is. Also many cases of major medical issues that go undiagnosed due to lack of information on the paternal side. I don't mean to side track from the post, sorry if that's what I've done, I just feel like not enough people know about how weird the donor conception industry is. If you want kids, the intentional pregnancy where you know the father but he has no legal rights to the child is much better, because at least then you can keep track of medical history, siblings in the area, and other important factors that you couldn't without knowing who the father really was.

btw separatism is mutli-modal and you can still be het-partnered and practice separatism. as much as i believe the most effective kind of separatism is not partnering with men, i don't think that excludes women from other forms of separatism bc it doesn't.

[iamnotalyona]

Jaime and Brienne parallels

1) Both lost their mothers in childhood

2) Sharing meal with Paynes

When Little Lew Piper came galloping up with a helm full of blackberries, Jaime ate a handful and told the boy to share the rest with his fellow squires and Ser Ilyn Payne.

AFFC Jaime

She purchased Podrick an orange on the Seastrider, a cog just in from Oldtown by way of Tyrosh, Pentos, and Duskendale.

AFFC Brienne

3) Offensive names

They called him the Lion of Lannister to his face and whispered “Kingslayer” behind his back.

AGOT Jon 1

“Brienne the Beauty, they name her… though not to her face, lest they be called upon to defend those words with their bodies.”

ACOK Catelyn

4) Failed betrothals

“I once hoped to marry your brother to Lysa Tully, but Aerys named Jaime to his Kingsguard before the arrangements were complete. "

ASOS Tyrion 4

Connington laughed.

Jaime did not. “You speak as if you know the lady.”

“I was betrothed to her.”

That took him by surprise. Brienne had never mentioned a betrothal.

AFFC Jaime

5) Both avanged each other

Jaime’s golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. “You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne.”

AFFC Jaime

Timeon was still trying to fight as she pulled her blade from him, its fullers running red with blood. He clawed at his belt and came up with a dagger, so Brienne cut his hand off. That one was for Jaime.

AFFC Brienne

6) Both meet Stark widows in a camp

Jeyne never saw him at all. The widow rode with downcast eyes, huddled beneath a hooded cloak. Underneath its heavy folds, her clothes were finely made, but torn. She ripped them herself, as a mark of mourning, Jaime realized. That could not have pleased her mother. He found himself wondering if Cersei would tear her gown if she should ever hear that he was dead.

AFFC Jaime

“Because it will not last,” Catelyn answered, sadly. “Because they are the knights of summer, and winter is coming.”

“Lady Catelyn, you are wrong.” Brienne regarded her with eyes as blue as her armor. “Winter will never come for the likes of us. Should we die in battle, they will surely sing of us, and it’s always summer in the songs. In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.”Winter comes for all of us, Catelyn thought. For me, it came when Ned died. It will come for you too, child, and sooner than you like. She did not have the heart to say it.

ACOK Catelyn

7) Remembering Harrenhal bath

He was grateful when the bath was deep enough to conceal his arousal. As he lowered himself into the steaming water, he recalled another bath, the one he’d shared with Brienne.

AFFC Jaime

Only a cramped small tub like this one. At Harrenhal the tubs had been huge, and made of stone. The bathhouse had been thick with the steam rising off the water, and Jaime had come walking through that mist naked as his name day [...]. He climbed into the tub with me, she remembered, blushing.

AFFC Brienne

8) Thinking they are not able to be anything other than warriors.

Other men might be fathers, sons, husbands, but never Jaime Lannister, whose sword was as golden as his hair. He was a warrior, and that was all he would ever be.

AFFC Jaime

She would not be here now, dressed in man’s mail and carrying a sword, hunting for a dead woman’s child. More like she’d be at Nightsong, swaddling a child of her own and nursing another. It was not a new thought for Brienne. It always made her feel a little sad, but a little relieved as well.

AFFC Brienne

9) Feeling helpless without sword

“Fighting is better than this waiting,” Brienne said. “You don’t feel so helpless when you fight. You have a sword and a horse, sometimes an axe. When you’re armored it’s hard for anyone to hurt you.”

ACOK Catelyn

He had dreamed that he was maimed, but it wasn’t so. Relief made him dizzy. My hand, my good hand. Nothing could hurt him so long as he was whole. ... If only I had my sword, nothing could harm me.

ASOS Jaime

10) Both have young squires. Pod and Peck. Both boys participated in the battle of the Blackwater.

11) In the company of Jaime Pia who is in love with him, and in the company of Brienne Hyle who wants to marry her.

12) Both abandoned the inheritance and joined the kingsguard for love.

13) Both are heirs to their houses.

14) Both are quite chaste.

Jaime had only one woman, and after the breakup with Cersei this:

Remember your vows. Pia is more fit for Tyrion’s bed than yours.

AFFC Jaime

And Brienne is a virgin:

A maid has to be mistrustful in this world, or she will not be a maid for long, she was thinking, as the rain began to fall.

AFFC Brienne

15) Both were accused in murdering their kings

16) Both were captured by Starks: Jaime by Robb, Brienne by Lady Stoneheart

17) Both are injured by members of bloody mummers. Jaime lost his hand, and Brienne's cheek was bitten.

18) Both have issues with their first crushes (loves). Jaime is not loved the same way he loves, and Brienne’s love to Renly is one sided. And in both cases their relationship are impossible: one is incest and in the other one Renly’s gay.

19) Both suffered when their loved ones married others.

20) And the cherry on the cake. Even their ancestors Duncan and Rohanne were in love with each other.

Who else dare say, that they’re not meant for each other? ♥️

[shipping-receiving]

Jaime x Brienne Fic Recs: Master Post

LAST UPDATED: 16 August 2020

All the J/B fic recs by yours truly. I am no longer updating this post as I have been doing very little reading and reccing over the past year or so.

Just a note that these are mostly suggestions just to start readers off, it’s not meant to be a comprehensive database. I’ll occasionally add to past answers/lists but part of the fun of reading fic is discovering stories on your own! Here’s a messy AO3 search tips post that might help you out.

All my tagged recs List of asks that could use more recs

SUBSTANTIAL LISTS

Modern AU Part 1

Modern AU Part 2

Slow Burn AU

Canon!verse Endgame(-ish)

Arranged Marriage/Marriage of Convenience

One-Shot Smut

Over 100k words

JB Fic Starter Pack

Parental!JB Part 1

Various bed-sharing scenarios

Brienne disguised as a man + genderswap

Non-modern, non-canon!verse AUs

Modern AU Part 3

AUs based on a gifset by @frucienforever

J/B Investigate!

Fics based on movies

Starter pack for someone who has only watched the show, including S8 fix-its but no modern AUs

Book!Canon master post

J/B Classics

Medium-to-long one-shots

Super soft fics

S8 fix-its

PERSONAL FAVOURITES

My go-tos

My personal list of most beautifully written canon!verse fics

IMO, fics with the Best Jaime / Best Brienne / Best Jaime x Brienne

Best 2019 canon!verse fics (as of mid-2019)

Best 2019 AUs (as of mid-2019)

JB Fav Fics

RESPONSES TO ASKS

Historical/fantasy (including canon!verse) arranged marriage AUs + Regency AUs

Parents/Adoption

Sex worker

High School

Brienne as Evenstar, Jaime goes to Tarth

Canon!verse Pregnancy

Tywin approves of Brienne

Professors

book!Jaime being jealous of Hyle Hunt

Daemons, sort of

Angst

Hogwarts

Jaime keeps his sword hand

Jaime as military strategist / Jaime & Jon

Threesome / Brienne with Jaime’s children / Non-relationship obstacles

jealous/possessive!Brienne: part 1 / part 2

Brienne & Tyrion

Phone Sex (also see comments on post)

doctor!Brienne

Pregnancy angst

Soulmates/soulmarks + more

Brienne has friends! (besides Jaime) / Brienne is BFFs with Sansa

Childhood/teenage friends

Spies? Sort of?

Pegging (also see comments on post)

FWB

Morning after

Fluff

Tending to injuries

Jaime nicknames Brienne something other than “wench”

Spending time in King’s Landing

Age difference + Brienne is still a virgin

Reincarnation

Getting back together after a break-up

Brienne dies

Drinking games/getting drunk (no S8 recs)

more jealous!Jaime (including show!canon and AUs)

Bath sex

Post-bear pit

Exploring J/C as abuse

Jaime jealous of Renly

Sparring

crack!fics

Meeting at tourneys

Jaime being upset about Brienne considering marriage for the sake of Tarth

J/B get married after the war

Jaime is jealous of Oberyn

Scenes in between fighting the Others/Night King

Time travel

Canon divergence before Season 8

Coffee shop

Jane Eyre / Jane Austen / Regency

Funny canon!verse fics

J/B travelling together

J/B choose to get married, Cersei has to deal

Jaime being needy and in love AF

Brienne isn’t a virgin when she gets with Jaime

Modern AUs where Brienne loses her virginity to Jaime

Sports

During Robert’s Rebellion

J/B’s first time around S2/3

No incest, but Cersei’s still... Cersei

Galladon is alive / insecure Jaime

Jaime thinks Brienne died but she’s alive

Jaime jealous of Tormund

non-Tyrion-friendly

Best friends to lovers

Canon!verse but J/B meet as nobles under ‘normal circumstances’

Dirty talking Jaime

UST to explicit RST (AUs)

Outside POV

Politician AU

Post-S8: Brienne moves on / Jaime has to earn her forgiveness

Fake dating

Brienne & Arya

Attending weddings as each other’s dates

J/B’s first time, show or book verse

Armour removal 1 / 2

Angsty masturbation

Jaime & Arya

Meadows of Tarth

J/B fulfil each other’s sexual fantasies

Jaime is insecure about Renly

Jaime crying

Daven Lannister

Jaime gets emotional during sex

Cersei poses a direct threat to Brienne

College AUs

Trial by combat

Cersei survives, Jaime chooses Brienne

Brienne is older than Jaime

Jaime gets to be a parent/parent figure to Myrcella and Tommen

Face-sitting part 1 / part 2

Single-chapter soulmate fics

J/B fics in Spanish

Lannister siblings grow up with two parents

Season 1!Jaime interacting with Brienne

Secret marriage + more

Drinking game

Jaime is a playboy

Tyrion marries Brienne

Everybody coming together to celebrate

Cersei walks in on J/B

Jaime doesn’t relinquish his title/serves on the small council

J/B have kids before falling in love

J/B go to the Wall

Brienne loses her hand

Cersei is supportive

Jaime gets along with Catelyn

Jaime denies his feelings + more

J/B fight side-by-side as a married couple

ghost!Jaime

Brienne gets pregnant out of wedlock but not in S8

Brienne as a lady

J/B as kids

Alternative to S4 White Book scene

Brienne holds her own with Cersei

Jaime courting Brienne

Brienne stands up for Jaime against Cersei

Jaime is brought up on Tarth

Brienne loves Jaime to the point of being self-sacrificing

Jaime kissing Brienne’s rope burns

Jaime seduces Brienne

Jaime starts out very harsh/cruel to Brienne

Modern AUs where they only sleep together after they begin a relationship

Set during the journey to Harrenhal

Pod as a pet

King/Hand/Lord!Jaime

JB act like a couple but are not

Older but still innocent/shy Brienne

Dirty talk

Demisexual!Jaime

Riverrun/tent scene AUs

Outdoor sex

Brienne giving Jaime a blowjob

Mythology AUs

Knighting scene

P&P + Regency AUs

Canon!verse but with no JC incest

Dancers AU

Brienne might be Targaryen

Divorce

JB fighting the odds as a team

Reality TV

Quiet Isle

JB meet before Season 1

Art/artist AUs + Selwyn appearing in modern AUs

Canon!verse fics where Brienne acts like a mother to Pod

Brienne has a tattoo

Brienne is friendless

Halloween

Cersei tries to ruin things

Roommate AUs +1 +2

J and B get together around S2 or 3

Tormund helps J and B get together

Verbal affirmations of love

Jaime being particularly annoying

Arranged marriage; first time happens on wedding night

Angst with a happy ending, minimum fluff

Modern AUs with book!canon elements

[megaderping]

Dealing with some anxiety over the past few weeks about some stuff I dealt with growing up that didn’t fully sink in until just now. It is very personal. It is also very heavy. If you decide to read, please keep in mind that this deals with some pretty heavy baggage, including... Trigger Warnings: CSA, Incest, Abuse, Bullying, Ableism, Trauma, Aphobia, Homophobia Because this is a personal rant, I’d rather avoid reblogs. Thank you for understanding.

So. When I was younger, I spent a lot of time with one of my cousins. She was a good 6 - 8 years older than me. At the time, I looked up to her. I thought she was cool and smart. I trusted her. Because I was so young, I didn’t think it weird that she described french kissing to me in great detail. I never told an adult. I was too young to know that this was not okay. This wasn’t even the last time, though. When I was in first grade, she was so eager to show and describe matters related to being a teenage girl and the changes therein. I won’t go into great detail- but the way she demonstrated this... It was definitely hands on. What bothers me is that at the time, it didn’t hit me that THIS wasn’t okay either. I didn’t tell an adult because I didn’t know I was supposed to. That this was sexual abuse. She did some things with me that- it only happened once, but it REALLY, fundamentally bothers me that my longterm reaction to this was... desensitization. Maybe that’s a form of trauma in itself? I dunno. But I was able to move on eventually when she wasn’t in my life anymore. Sometimes I tell myself I shouldn’t hold it against her because she was a teenager at the time with her own issues, but... I dunno. I didn’t talk about this with anyone. I didn’t really think about it, save for once in a blue moon when I was in high school and I was like, “...maybe that was messed up.” But if you asked me at the time, I would’ve said I was okay. But I’m honestly not sure if I was. I was bullied throughout my entire public schooling. People would punch me. They’d call me names. They’d make fun of me for liking cartoons and video games and come up to me with the most ableistic voices demanding I “draw them pokaymanz”. I was the one who had to go to the school councilor for being a problem. They didn’t get in trouble. In high school, I would go out into the pod to try and study and work on assignments because the very same people who had bullied me in grade school would not SHUT UP when we were supposed to be doing assigned reading. They were not punished. Nobody stepped in when I raised concerns- the best I got was permission to distance myself. I remember sitting on the bus one day in high school, minding my own business when these girls in the seat in front of me started making fun of my name. They started making fun of my appearance. The bus driver never stepped in. I got off the bus in tears. And this was hardly the first time. This was a problem from grade school ‘til graduation. 12 - 13 years of this. Sometimes when I’m at work, trying to do my JOB, my mind will go back to something a classmate said, something a classmate DID, and I’ll lose my focus. It’ll bring me to tears even though I SHOULD be over it by now. And this has always happened to me. People talking behind my back. Spreading rumors. Going to OTHERS to deal with their problems with me instead of talking to me because apparently human decency is too much to ask. People would spread rumors that I “pooped on the playground”. They’d say I liked to sneak into the boys’ bathroom. When I was in first grade, someone shoved a leaf up my nose. I still remember that, too. I remember being told by people I considered friends that we couldn’t be friends anymore because they had new friends who didn’t like me. I remember people being cruel. A lack of understanding. It turned me into a wallflower over time because I was scared to make connections and for a time I dealt with it by being cold and abrasive because I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I remember being asked on a school trip, “Were you ever diagnosed with anything?” OUT OF NOWHERE. To this day, I wonder about that... And I don’t know if I should seek diagnosis. I probably should? I definitely need a therapist, that way I can talk this stuff out with a professional instead of rambling on a blog post just to try and calm down from a random anxiety attack. I remember classmates and chaperones resenting the fact that I got left behind on that trip because I didn’t want to jaywalk. So I had to get help from some local cops who set me up with a cab back to the hotel because I was lost and nobody thought to look if I was left behind. People would talk down to me all the time, too. Treat me like a child. And why? Because I liked cartoons? Because I’m asexual and aromantic? GOD. I remember classmates in middle school were SO OFFENDED by my asexuality, too. I recall this one girl being like, “you better get a boyfriend or people might think you’re a ~lesbian~”. ...okay, first of all. What if I was? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m not- I don’t really feel that kinda attraction to anyone. But. There is NOTHING wrong with being gay, lesbian, bi, pan, trans, NB, etc, etc. THESE PEOPLE EXIST. People who are not straight and/or cis exist. And also, thirteen year olds acting like they NEED to rush into relationships... That’s. Extremely concerning to me. It always was. But I guess I was just... desensitized over time because of how sexualized the climate was during those days. And it wasn’t just at school.

I have a long history of RPing. When I was in middle school, I was basically pressured into RPing a nsfw situation by some castmates. I should have said no, but I was scared to. And I think, ultimately, that also led to me being desensitized. Because that stuff was everywhere. These were RPs with young teenagers AND adults as players and nobody put their foot down and said, “hey, maybe DON’T RP nsfw in a space with minors”. Nobody said LOCK those posts. Tag them nsfw. It was just there. Out in the open. I was fourteen. And I’m not here to say that all NSFW content is inherently bad or that every adult should constantly be monitoring every space. Internet strangers are not babysitters. I get that. But I do think it’s a problem when communities full of young teens AND adults are too lax on the former’s access to 18+ content. Because there’s a difference between someone ignoring age restrictions and warnings and accidentally coming across content or being pressured to participate in such content. Now. Over time, people wised up. Many of these communities DID eventually lock that stuff to 18+. But a lot of open meme and sandbox communities did not. There were posts that’d devolve into smut on a regular basis that weren’t tagged or properly warned. But because I’d been exposed to this kinda stuff for so many years- it didn’t hit me that there was a lack of moderation. I was taught that it just comes with the territory because “this is the internet.” So for a long time, I just... accepted that. “It’s the internet.” Even within the past few years, I held onto that mindset because... it was just. What I was used to. I didn’t like it, but I assumed that was just... how things go and to express otherwise was pointless. I still don’t condone online harassment and I do think people will take properly tagged fandom content way too far (even if I disagree WITH said content)- but this isn’t ABOUT that. Because properly tagged content establishes the boundaries that were so wholly lacking in these spaces. And the fact is, I don’t LIKE that I am/was desensitized. Because the truth is, I didn’t LIKE any of it. I didn’t like the scenario I was coerced into as a young teen through RP. I didn’t like how easy it was to just... stumble upon NSFW content on accident. It’s just... I dunno. I just don’t know, and I hate that I don’t know. I probably shouldn’t let it get to me. It’s just online stuff that happened ten to twelve years ago, right? It’s nowhere near as serious as the actual sexual abuse and the actual bullying... but I think it still affected me. And just like with my cousin before, I didn’t really... talk to anyone about it? It was a very different fandom climate. The early to late 2000′s were very different. And I think just... it bothers me. That it took this long for me to realize that maybe this stuff affected me after all. Like. I’m a CSA survivor and it only JUST now clicked that I am? What’s up with that? Like. I don’t know. I need a therapist. I think I’ve needed one for years given how often I fall victim to invasive thoughts, how often I get too scared to speak my mind, how eager I am to please EVERYONE and thus it is SO hard for me to confront people when I am upset or draw the line. I’m constantly worrying about hurting or upsetting people so sometimes I guess I’m cowardly. Because I guess it’s a coping mechanism I’ve developed? Just... avoiding. Turning a blind eye. That’s probably not okay either. But I think the root of it all really is just from my childhood. How going to adults when I was bullied or abused never seemed to DO anything. So maybe I just developed a worst case scenario mindset. I just don’t know, so that’s why I need some help. So I can just... work this all out. I guess a part of me is just a little scared. And that’s stupid. Why should I be scared of something that can only HELP me? Ranting on tumblr can only do so much. But for now, just getting it off my chest is the best I can do. It’s a start, anyway.

[lucyreviewcy]

Game of Thrones - S04 E03

In this episode a brother and sister bang in a crypt next to the corpse of their dead son and I begin to question why I am watching. 

IT’S GROSS. I don’t understand why Jaime and Circle being brother and sister was necessary. It would even have maybe been a more watchable storyline if he had just been the head of the Lannister guard and then it turned out he was Tywin’s bastard. That would have been an interesting twist, especially if we learned to root for the love story only to find out it’s gross after we’d already drawn all our fan art. Circle and Jaime are gross all the way through and this particularly gross, only semi-consensual sex scene really did not put the show in my good books. As soon as Jaime popped up in that crypt, I was dimly aware that we were going to get some mega-gross crypt-incest and I was not here for it. 

The second thing I was not here for was the return of Littlefinger to husk his husky husk voice at Sansa. He sounds like he needs a soother. No, thanks, less of him please. I’d only recently noticed how little he’d been in this series so far, but no sooner had the thought crossed my mind than wham, there he was, shooting people in the face and speaking in an accent so distracting it is impossible to take in the content of anything he’s saying.  I enjoyed Sansa’s Scottish Widows impression, which lasted for all of two shots but I liked it.

Tyrion is getting a little bit repetitive. We already had him insisting his girlfriend must leave, now he is insisting Pod must betray him. People have their own minds, Tyrion. Just because your girlfriend is objectively an actual idiot doesn’t mean everyone else will be. 

Extremely disappointed with Sam Tartlets for putting Gilly in a brothel. Come on, Sam Tartlets, you’re meant to be one of the good guys. 

The second uber-gross sex scene in this episode started with a close up shot of a butt crack. At any point, do you think the director thought “Ooh, that’s a bit much?” because I see no evidence of that thought having occurred to anyone in the production of this episode. I’m not a massive fan of over-sexed fairy prince and...misc woman, and this scene really didn’t add much to the plot. 

Daenerys was in a battle scene that was predominantly men pissing at eachother. A literal pissing contest. This was a boring scene too, even if it featured my best friend Emilia. The dialogue of “But who could fight the champion” was stilted, unnatural, and came to an incredibly predictable conclusion. 

Overall, I think I can safely conclude that this episode just had too much sex in it. I’m here for the intrigue, Game of Thrones, not the boobs.  NEXT.

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2010s: 105 - 101

105. Mariya Yaremchuk - “Tick tock” Ukraine 2014

Conform with the “GODDESSES ONLY” clause of their Eurovision contract, Ukraine once again have blessed us with an amazing opener (Seriously. First Melovin, then Eduard, now this? WE WERE ROBBED OF MARUV OPENING THE FINALE). 

"Tick tock” is a bit too elementary to put into my top 100, HOWEVER that is also why it’s such an easy song to get into. High (production-)quality Ukranian trashpop 😍 Which won Vidbir as an unintentional incest anthem 😍 (if you don’t know, the original version opened with “We belonged to each other, like a sister to a brother” Cersei Lannister is quaking.) 

Naturally, the main reason why Mariya ranks this high is, of course, the staging. THE HAMSTER WHEEL IS LEGENDARY:

Mariya casually flinging herself on top of that giant spinning contraption and torturing her poor hot dancer. 😍 I’d say the staging makes no sense, but then I realized Ukraine probably went with this act because it’s DIRT CHEAP <3 (which is funny as long as you don’t think about why they went with a lowbudget act 😭). It’s just so... honorarily Moldovan? 😍 Ukraine and Moldova using each other as horcruxes <3 Name a more epic ESC alliance, I will wait. Until then,

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104. Sanja Vucic - “Goodbye (Shelter)” Serbia 2016

... let us celebrate this glorious cross-over between “Molitva”, “Running” and “l’Amore è femmina”. 😍 “Shelter” takes the best aspects from these three entries and combines them into a increasedly shouty mess. As you can imagine, I LOVE this witches’ cabal of hackneyed hand choreos, shredded leather and facial gymnastics. Most ESC performers would keep their miming to the precise amount of what they need, but Sanja is (and has always been) so UNPLUGGED with her irate facial expressions. A reel:

Which, in a song with such a HEAVY topic as spousal abuse is actually quite appropriate. You show those awful shit husbands, girl!!! 

And you’d think that would be *IT*, but nope you’re wrong because :TEEHEE: I also think “Shelter” is a great song even without the messy misandry. The song is catchy, moody and highly relistenable. It’s one of the better mid-tier bops of this ranking. No wonder it got televotes from all over Euro-

oh. (🤣)

CONGRATZ BOJANA ON BEING THE HIGHEST RANKED SERBIAN ENTRY.

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103. Alyona Lanskaya - “Solayoh” Belarus 2013

HI 🙂 MY NAME IS ALYONA LANSKAYA 🙂 I AM FROM BELARUS 🙂 MY SONG SOLAYOH.  🙂

2013 is mostly remembered as the year of ‘splicing unnecessary dubstep into your song’, but there is another recurring trend which was even better. The ‘female performer enters the stage with STYLE’ and as far as stylistic entrances go, Alyona’s is one of the best. This emissary  from the planet Solayoh emerged immediately from her discoball-shaped Escape pod upon landing to tell us all the love and joys of her homeworld 😍

What follows is a lametastic banality anthem, riddled with ESL sentences (”We can make it into hot night” 😍.) and of course, a few iconic hand choreographies:

Topping off the hilarity is the idea of a well-off socialite such as Alyona Lanskaya singing about how “she had work hard all day :lip pout:” while wiggling her dress’s cerulean bossom fringes. 😍😂 Bribing juror being such hard work. <3 We stan lazy queens. 😍

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102. Sofi Marinova - “Love unlimited” Bulgaria 2012

DO REN DEM DEM DEI 

Speaking of lazy queens, remember when Bulgaria send an act that consisted entirely of a haggard ponytailed garuda wiggling her diddeys around like-a-so: 

I’m only a recent convert to the Church of Marinova, only seeing the light during my last rewatch and I mean, how could I not fall in love eventually? “Love unlimited” is such a lowbudget afair, a basic dance track whose sole gimmick is saying “I love you” in like 46 different languages. 😍 

As such, "Love unlimited” totally shouldn’t work... and yet it absolutely does? It’s a similar deal to Jurij, except the person taking the stage here is a lovably dimwitted middle-aged hagress who is completely oblivious to the fact that she has no chance to qualify and is giving still giving it her damn’ all, in doing so ALMOST reaching the final from a lost position. WHAT A TROOPER. I LOVE *YOU* SO MUCH, Sofi-Trophy. 😍

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101. Conan Osiris - “Telemóveis” Portugal 2019

A lot of people blame several artistic decisions behinds Conan’s NQ, but I’ve had my doubts even before the rehearsals began: this is what I wrote a full month before the semi: 

Conan’s main problems rise from the fact that he tries to be artistic and humorous at the same time, and the two cancel each other out somewhat.

(...) There’s a very high chance “Telemóveis” highbrow message will  fly over the heads of the audience and there’s an equally high chance it will backfire on Conan when it does. 

Portugal faces severe competition from the other acts. They compete with Slovenia for the “This Is High Quality” value-seeking vote, with Iceland and Australia for the novely vote and with Czech Republic and Greece for the “yeah this is actually really fucking clever” highbrow vote. He even competes with Serhat somehwat, both being OTT acts that are on later in the semi. 

It could very well mean death by a thousand cuts for Portugal.

SURPRISE, I actually got it right for once!! 

Of course, “Telemóveis” was less good in Tel Aviv than it was during FdC (people incorrecly blame the dress. I personally thought it was a combination of nerves, João spraining his knee and technical difficulties, much more than the dress). 

Anyway, even if he wasn’t as good in Tel Aviv, a lesser “Telemóveis” is still pretty damn great so idk why everyone was is tripping? The song was still a disarmingly weird acid trip of fado funk, snappy vocals and a bonkers choreography that left the average viewer utterly GOBSMACKED. 😍 It’s one of those entries where, when looking back in a few years, everyone will say was way AHEAD of the curve and that’s never a bad demograph to be a part of. 

CONGRATZ SUZY ON WINNING PORTUGAL!!! But moreover,

CONGRATULATIONS TOP 100!!!! K time for a little recap of who is still in this ranking:

Albania: 2 (Juliana, Eugent) Armenia: 2 (Aram, Iveta) Australia: 1 (KMH) Austria: 2 (Conchita, Zoë) Azerbaijan: 2 (Farid, DiHaj) Belarus: 3 (Litesound, IVAN, NAVIBAND) Belgium: 4 (Tom Dice, Loic, Laura Tesoro, Blanche) Bosnia & Herzegovina: 1 (Dino Merlin) Bulgaria: 3 (Elitsa & Stoyan, both Poli’s) Croatia: 0 Cyprus: 2 (Minus One, Eleni) Czech Republic: 1 (Lake Malawi) Denmark: 1 (Rasmussen) Estonia: 5 (Malcolm Lincoln, Ott, Birgit, Stigelina, Elina Netchayeva) Finland: 4 (Kuukuiskaajat, Krista, Softengine, Norma John) France: 3 (Jessy, Madame Monsieur, Amir) Georgia: 4 (Sopho N., Shin&Mariko, Nina S., Nika) Germany: 2 (Lena 2.0, Michael) Greece: 2 (Giorgos, Koza Mostra) Hungary: 4 (Kati, Andras, Joci 1.0, AWS) Iceland: 3 (Hera, Greta 2.0, Hatari) Ireland: 1 (Molly) Israel: 3 (Nadav, Hovi, Imri) Italy: 4 (Emma, Francesca, Francesco, Mahmood) Latvia: 3 (Aarzemnieki, Aminata, Justs) Lithuania: 2 (Fusedmarc, Ieva) Macedonia: 1 (Jana) Malta 2: (Gianluca, Michela) Moldova: 4 (Pasha, Aliona, Sunstroke 2.0, DoReDoS) Montenegro: 1 (Who See & Nina Z.) the Netherlands: 4 (Joan, Anouk, Common Linnets, Duncan) Norway: 2 (JOWST, KEiiNO) Poland: 1 (Cleo) Portugal: 1 (Suzy) Romania: 1 (Paula & Ovi 1.0) Russia: 1 (Polina) San Marino: 1 (Crisalide) Serbia: 1 (Bojana) Slovakia: 0 Slovenia: 5 (Maja, Tinkara, Maraaya, Lea, ZalaGasper) Spain: 2 (Ruth, Miki) Sweden: 2 (Loreen, Måns) Switzerland: 3 (Sebalter, ZiBBZ, Luca) Turkey: 1 (maNga) Ukraine: 2 (Zlata, Jamala) United Kingdom: 1 (Lucie)

LINK TO THE FULL LIST SO FAR (IMGUR)

[katthekitkatlord]

Zika

Zika wasn’t born under normal conditions. He was born under the carful and deliberate planning of scientist. Scientist that worked for the ‘pet’ trade. They created and cultered odd creatures, marking out blood lines and toying with genetics, all until they ended up with a selling product. In the creation of Zika, or what he was known to them as, G10YP78. The group already had a ‘tame’ generation of yautja that never sold at their disposal. Ten males and six females of varying morphs and color mutations. It will be through the first breeding’s of these yautja, that the long line breeding process starts.

Line breeding is a term used by dog breeders when you take dogs of the same blood and breed them with each other. It is normal and even safe, when done correctly, to breed a sire or dam with their offspring. This is line breeding and insures a certain look/characteristic. But out sourcing is a very important but also risky. By outsourcing blood, you run a risk of loosing the traits you are breeding for. This is where things go sour and breeders start to breed brother and sister. They are direct blood and the issues already caused by breeding an offspring with sire and dam, increased tenfold.

Every time you buy a dog and go on about how the dog is a pure breed and wave its papers around, remember, that dogs look was achieved by inbreeding.

This is what these scientists are doing, but they gone down a darker path. They have completely stopped out sourcing and are breeding based on specific looks and traits.

To further understand you need to know that Zika is based off of the golden tabby tiger or also known as a strawberry tiger. There are as little as 30 in existence today. They are much bigger than their cousins with a thick and luxurious coat that is the softest of all the tigers. They are smarter than other tigers and have even been studied to be the friendliest of all the tigers, making awesome zoo exhibits and personal owner ship (pets). Thing they don’t tell you is that the golden tabby tiger is born from extreme incest. White tigers are known to carry the fragile gene, and all white tigers are inbred. Zoos are trying to find a way to breed and make golden tabbies without the whole incest portion. But, that is how they are created. Because of all the incest they are born with birth defects, but it does affect the white tiger more statistically, but again, there are only 30 tabbies in existence at the moment. They can be born with cleft pallet, dwarf, retardation, autistic, and more.

When Zika was born, he was seen as a success. He had beautiful soft markings never seen before in a yautja. Even his eyes stood out from all the rest. Only thing is, he wasn’t born with out a few minor defects. He was born cross eyed and with a cleft pallet. He was tiny for a yautja, but they looked at that as a bonus to his increasing retail price.

A little surgery was needed to fix his pallet and crossed eyes, but if you look hard enough you can see little ruminates of the two defects.  

The breeders end up keeping Zika for a few years to see if he will even live. Once deemed healthy and ready to be taken from his mother, Zika was promptly put up for sale. It didn’t take long for a bid war to start, but the winner of the bid war was a yautja bad blood king of sorts. The bad blood takes Zika and hands him off to a slave to be raised up. Once Zika is raised up, the bad blood leader uses Zika as a statement piece, or in other terms as a trophy ‘wife’. He keeps Zika dressed nearly nude and adorn with beautiful jewelry.

Everything changes when one day the leader is off the ship and the guards are passed out drunk. Zika is smart. He is wicked smart and has learned most of everything he knows by sight alone. Using his small size as an advantage, Zika slips through the air ducts and makes his way to the escape pods. Once inside he rigs the escape ship and surrounding areas alarm system to not go off. This is how Zika escapes.

Zika is later found floating through space by Zu’kon who ends up taking pity on the odd yautja and takes him in as his sponsor.

As a way to be accepted into the clan, Zika is neutered and set up to train with the ship mechanics. He learns far quicker than most and easily earns himself a place among the clan.

As always people!!! Keep in mind I suck at writing!!! And look at this as a ruff draft. I will come back in the future to refine this and correct things.

[conjugate-wumbo]

Game of Thrones S8E4: my complete unedited viewing notes

Why u gotta do me dirty and open on a shot of dead jorah

RIP THEONSA

The Hound being protective father of Arya thinking Gendry's a horny boi

LORD GENDRY

But Sanda is v concerned

Hmmmmmmm

JAIME doing the westerosi equivalent of holding the hand in the popcorn bowl

I'd watch a buddy cop movie with Tyrion and Davos

Jon is so fuckin smol

K who's the stage hand pulling Bran right out of that conversation at the most dramatic timing

(Also is Meera alive???)

Sansa "go on I believe in you"

Podrick squire by day wingman by night

Lol Dany is me at any party

I LOVE DRUNK BRIENNE

I WANNA PARTY WITH DRUNK BRIENNE

OMG BRIENNE I SAW YOU LOOK AT JAIME AS SOON AS TYRION GUESSED IF YOU WERE A VIRGIN

Brienne-Jaime-Tormund is the love triangle of the generation

Omg pod is a sweet boi and tormund is a sad one

Id also watch a buddy cop movie with tormund and the hound

IS THIS THE SANSA X HOUND REUNION IVE BEEN WAITING SIX SEASONS FOR??????

FUCK ME YESS IT ISSSSSS

I LOWKEY HIGHKEY SHIP THIS

IS THAT WEIRD

DONT EVEN CARE

"HOUNDS" LMFAO WTF BUT I LOVE THIS

"LITTLE BIRD" omg

"NONE OF IT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU LEFT KINGS LANDING WITH ME" OMGGGGGG

DOES THE HOUND FOLLOW SANSA ON TWITTER?? HE KNOWS HER WHOLE LIFE STORY

MORE HAND HOLDING OMG MY HEART

I'm flipping out inside

SANSA YOU FUCKIN TEASE I LOVE YOU

SMILEY HOUND IS THE BEST HOUND

Dude

Cersei + the mountain

Sansa + the hound

Sansa is the younger more beautiful queen that cersei is afraid of

Gendrys fucking adorable

OMGGGG GENDRY

omggg gendry :(((((((

But good for Arya i guess whatever

BRAIME TIME BITCHESSSS

YESSSSS ARE WE ABOUT TO HAVE A COMPLETE ARC FOR BRIENNE????

BRIENNE THE KNIGHT AND THE WOMANNNN???

LOL JAIME ASKING ABOUT TORMUND

you can really tell which ships I'm most invested in by the use of capslock lol

JEALOUS JAIME OMGGG

LOL I THOUGHT EPISODE 3 WAS GOING TO KILL ME BUT 4 IS SURE TO BE THE TRUE SOURCE OF MY DEMISE

DAMMIT [person from work who called] YOU CAN WAIT MY BBS ARE ABOUT TO TALK ABOUT THEIR FEELS

IS JAIME REALLY PULLING THE "wow it sure is hot in this here bedroom i better strip to my bare ass ya know in case of dehydration"

LOL AT BRIENNES FACE

OMGGGG BRIENNE

OMGGGGGGG BRIENNE GET ITTTTTT

THEY HAVENT EVEN KISSED YET AND SHIRTS ARE FLYING OFFF THEYRE JUST FLYING OFFF

"IVE NEVER SLEPT WITH A KNIGHT BEFORE" WTF OK JAIME

DEAD

IM DEAD

DONT EVEN CARE ABOUT JON AND DANY

WHAT ARE THEY EVEN DOING HERE

ARE THEY IMPORTANT IN THIS STORY???

K this is not the sex scene i want to see

Oh thank god its not happening

Incest will do that to the mood i guess

Dude dany u gotta calm down bro

Ramin what u doing playing ominous music over brienne and jaime in post coital blisss

That's gotta stop rn

I wont have any of that

Im getting real tired of danys fire and blood its all mine mentality

SANSA THE SENSIBLE

SANSIBLE

Pack of wolves vs one dragon

And a lion on the side

Sansa and brienne share a knowing look about jaime

BRONNN

omg bronn

Are jay and ty about to die

Im already stressed

Relieved

BUT SO STRESSED

The Hound and Arya

*on the road again plays in the background*

Those are some fucking holey dragon wings

I LOVE SANSA

TORMUND X GHOST IS THE REAL BUDDY COP MOVIE ID WATCH

OMG Gilly

BABY JON

LOL JON

Ghost be like ummm I thought I was your best friend???

Ok missangrey is kyoot

Varys: "she's his aunt"

FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT

I love the dragons but for the sake of story THANK GOD they're killable

Red marker time: Rhaegal

Daenerys you're a dummy

D is for dum dum

Maybe make an effort to keep your best asset alive???

Welp.

I hope missandei knows how to swim

Omg cersei you smart bitch

"Im here to free the world from tyrants"

Ok bitch but you can't do that if you're a tyrant

KAYYY Dany u gotta stop

D is not for destiny

Varys asking tyrion who he thinks would make a better ruler between dany and jon is the westerosi version of hilary vs trump

Tyrions like "i only get two choices?"

VARYS THE SENSIBLE

SANSA THE SNARK

KAY RAMIN U GOTTA STOP WITH THE OMINOUS MUSIC OVER BRAIME SCENES

Jesus christ jaime

Just tell her you're going to kill cersei

Stop being dramatic

Then she can just be like ok cool bro see u when you get back

Is daenerys about to let missandei die

And is that going to be the thing that turns tyrion over to team jon

So stressed

Hand to hand combat lol

Which etsy store is making all these hand pins

Tyrion u gotta stop stressing me out

Omg cerseiiiiiiii

Omg tyrion seriously

............i see where this is going cersei

Now u the one thats gotta stop

Not shocked not surprised

But still very stressed

I had like three coffees today

My hearts like wtf u doing out there

Red marker time: missandei

Lol that's the end of the episode 😂

[spectre-requisitions-exchange]

1 Post-Deadline Pinch Hit

Assignments are mostly in, and while we have some extentions out, we do have one new pinch hit posted that we need a good come for. The absolute deadline for this is Friday, 15 Mar 2019 06:00PM EDT but ideally the sooner, the better. If you want to take this pinch hit, send the mods an email at specreqs@gmail.com or send our inbox a PM with your Ao3 username. 

Post-Deadline Pinch Hit #1 (keita52):  Greg Adams/Karin Chakwas, Karin Chakwas/Adrien Victus, Karin Chakwas/Steven Hackett, Karin Chakwas/Zaeed Massani,  Karin Chakwas/Septimus Oraka, Miranda Lawson/Garrus Vakarian,  Female Shepard/Ashley Williams, Miranda Lawson/Female Shepard,  Kirrahe/Mordin Solus, Nakmor Drack/Urdnot Wrex,  Liam Kosta/Female Ryder | Sara, Nakmor Kesh/Vorn, Suvi Anwar/Peebee, Vetra Nyx/Peebee,  Jaal Ama Darav/Peebee, Jaal Ama Darav/Peebee/Female Ryder | Sar (Fanart, Fanfiction)

EDIT:CLAIMED!

Request 1 by keita52

Mass Effect - All Media Types Greg Adams/Karin Chakwas, Karin Chakwas/Adrien Victus, Fanart, Fanfiction

Adams/Chakwas: That scene in 3 where Chakwas confesses to Adams that she’s not okay with what happened on the Collector Base… right in the feels! That clearly shows that Chakwas trusts him enough to tell him the truth. Does Adams feel guilty for not having been there to help her? Were they an item before or does that only start when he returns to the Normandy?

Chakwas/Victus: I'd love to see a developing relationship between the two of them while Victus is on the Normandy. He's lost his son and been thrust into a position of power he wasn't prepared for -- what drives him to seek Chakwas' company? What does she see in him that sparks her interest? How do they handle the inevitable separation? What happens after the Reaper War? I can see this one being a bit bittersweet, where they have a good time together but have to content themselves with less after Victus leaves the Normandy.

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 2 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Karin Chakwas/Steven Hackett, Karin Chakwas/Zaeed Massani, Fanart, Fanfiction

Chakwas/Hackett: I'd imagine they have a long relationship, with them both being old hands in the Alliance. I'm up for them being an on-and-off thing throughout the years, or it's only when Chakwas comes on the Normandy and Hackett starts taking a serious interest in Shepard that things spark between them. Again, how do they balance their relationship with their competing duties? Show me what it looks like when they're able to steal a moment together.

Chakwas/Zaeed: Zaeed respects Chakwas for not treating him with kid gloves. Chakwas find herself charmed despite his coarse manners. Yeah, it might be a bit of a cliche, but opposites attract and it leads to something pretty hot -- and maybe sweet, too. (In other words, I'll really take just about anything here :D)

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 3 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Karin Chakwas/Septimus Oraka, Miranda Lawson/Garrus Vakarian, Fanart, Fanfiction

Chakwas/Oraka: I love Oraka, so I'm game for pretty much anything here. Perhaps Shepard is too busy in ME1 and delegates Chakwas to shake some sense into Oraka, and he realizes that the Consort isn't the only one who has captured his attention. I'd love to see some kind of long-distance wooing, with Chakwas being exasperated at first and eventually warming to the idea, so they start stealing time together when they're both on the Citadel.

Miranda/Garrus: Miranda’s trying to set herself up as Shepard’s right hand, but Garrus kind of already had that position in 1. They’re at each other’s throats until the anger spills over into angry sex. Then it turns out they have more in common than they thought, with their fathers pushing them to be something they aren’t. How long can they keep up the pretense that they really can’t stand one another before the truth comes out?

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 4 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Female Shepard/Ashley Williams, Miranda Lawson/Female Shepard, Fanart, Fanfiction

Honestly? For both of these, I’m not coming up with anything much besides “just make them femslash instead of het”. FShep challenges both of them to break out of their “humans first” attitudes, but also accepts them for who they are instead of pressuring them to meet impossible standards. Perhaps Ash and FShep only get together for the first time during 3; if that’s the case, how have they both changed in the time they’ve been apart and how do those changes make them work as a couple now?

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 5 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Kirrahe/Mordin Solus, Nakmor Drack/Urdnot Wrex, Fanart, Fanfiction

Kirrahe/Mordin: For this one, you can either go strictly platonic or tweak canon to make their relationship include sex. Working together during their STG days – butting heads and then eventually coming to respect each other. Maybe they keep in touch afterwards, steal moments together whenever they can. A reunion during ME3, after Sur’Kesh – maybe Kirrahe comes on the Normandy for a time and sees Mordin there. They bury whatever hatchets lay between them because the Reapers make everything uncertain. Maybe that’s their first time together? Mordin lives or dies during ME3, your choice.

Drack/Wrex: Cranky old krogans unite! Both of them have Seen Some Shit. They get smashed together before Clan Nakmor leaves with the Initiative, trade stories, try to top one another as far as who did the most outrageous thing. Or maybe they fought/worked together at one point. Drack gives Wrex a hand in the 2183-2185 period as Wrex works to unite the clans.

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 6 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Liam Kosta/Female Ryder | Sara, Nakmor Kesh/Vorn, Fanart, Fanfiction

Liam/F!Ryder: Liam has such ups and downs in Andromeda, I'd love to see Ryder being there for him and giving him a dose of reality or a pick-me-up, as required by the situation. A steady Ryder could be an interesting contrast to Liam's personality, or they could be two peas in a pod and everyone else groans as they see what they get up to.

Kesh/Vorn: What did Drack miss while he was running around with Ryder? Why did Kesh choose Vorn, and how does Vorn feel about being so chosen? I love that he has kind of non-krogan job/interests. I'd also love a slice-of-life with these two, either before or after Kesh has her babies.

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 7 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Suvi Anwar/Peebee, Vetra Nyx/Peebee, Fanart, Fanfiction

Suvi/Peebee: Anything! Suvi and Peebee teaming up to run wacky scientific experiments or explore new areas on Andromeda, and it brings them closer together. One of their experiments goes wrong and they have to team up to figure it out. Suvi and Peebee tweak other members of the Tempest crew for a laugh.

Vetra/Peebee: Vetra might start off being annoyed by Peebee, but eventually comes to respect her unorthodox manners and her boundless creative energy. How does Vetra communicate her interest? Perhaps Peebee figures it out before she lets her feelings show to Vetra, having a little bit of fun with Vetra before putting her out of her misery.

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 8 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Jaal Ama Darav/Peebee, Jaal Ama Darav/Peebee/Female Ryder | Sara, Fanart, Fanfiction

Jaal/Peebee: Jaal gets tired of Peebee's constant teasing and dares her to actually go through with it. Does she, or is she taken aback and needs more time to consider? Bickering/teasing to UST to hot hot sex ... or anything else you come up with ;)

Jaal/Peebee/F!Ryder: So many great ways this could go! Duo to triad (either duo to start with), or Jaal and Peebee have been rivals for FemRyder’s attention and decide they’re okay with sharing. I’d especially love Peebee continuing to tease Jaal about possibly being able to mate with him. Shameless three-way smut, or Jaal bringing both of them home to his mothers.

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 9 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Vetra Nyx/Female Ryder | Sara, Nakmor Kesh/Vetra Nyx, Fanart, Fanfiction

Vetra/F!Ryder: Not going to lie, I’ll take pretty much anything here. Vetra’s so confident and dashing, but she’d do anything for her little sister. Maybe F!Ryder feels the same way about her brother (even if he’s not littler than she is). Vetra can be herself around Ryder, something she finds herself greatly attracted to. Perhaps they’ve both got a little daredevil/adventurer streak in them – or more than a little.

Vetra/Kesh: KESH. Such a great character, very good, very no-nonsense. She and Vetra make such a great team. I’d love to see that respect spilling over into something more (slow burn would be great). Please don’t bash Vorn; you can leave him out or work Kesh’s decision to pair up with him into the story as long as Vetra/Kesh is still the focus.

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink

Request 10 by keita52 Mass Effect - All Media Types Kallo Jath/Zevin Raeka, Avela Kjar/Jaal Ama Darav, Fanart, Fanfiction

Kallo/Raeka: I’m a sucker for arranged marriage tropes, so what if the Jath and Raeka families somehow decide that these two need to pair up? Raeka being a bit put out that her family expects her to start producing eggs when there’s so much work to do. Kallo having a strong attachment to the human Pathfinder and not wanting to shirk his duties. And then the two of them overcoming their doubts and finding some kind of happiness with one another…

Avela/Jaal: Another "arranged marriage special"! You get to hear gossip on Aya about Jaal’s relationship status (mainly, the lack thereof). Maybe there’s arranged marriage traditions among angara, and Jaal is fed up with his mothers’ attempts to set him up with a “nice young woman” so he chooses Avela instead, because she’s attached to her work and is also feeling the pressure of being matched up. Nice, uncomplicated, no feelings … until feelings start to creep in.

Or the more straightforward approach: Jaal gets to know Avela because of Ryder’s visits to the Repository of History, and (once again) feelings ensue.

DNWs: Watersports/Scat / Humiliation / A/B/O dynamics and other non-traditional reproductive biology (mpreg, etc) / Modern/Mundane AUs / Incest / Necrophilia / Infidelity/cheating / Daddy/mommy kink