#Someone teach the man to cook PROPERLY

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Guess who’s finally catching up on Book 7 🥰 (Book 6 cooked me 😔)

[katakaluptastrophy]

Oh no now I'm thinking about the Fourth and the Fifth again and how Jod's awful colonial space feudalism poisons everything.

You are four or five years old. Maybe you're Isaac and you never knew your dad, only that he died at enemy hands in some far flung campaign and six years later you were made to ensure an heir for the baronetcy. Or you're Jeannemary and your mother defied orders, went beyond the rim, and jumped on a grenade. If either of you have surviving parents, they're not considered sufficiently important in this great process of ensuring a suitable heir with a suitable cavalier to keep you. There is no Baron until Isaac comes of age, and the leader of a House needs to be properly trained. You are four or five years old, and you are sent away.

You're five year old Jeannemary. You're not yet sworn to your necromancer, but you've been promised to him since birth and you've been sent away from your planet and your siblings to serve him. You are your generation's Chatur and this is your purpose. And when the cavalier primary of the House you have been sent to sees a little child struggling to see over the table at a reception and props you up with a cushion, you challenge him to a duel. You don't understand why all the adults are laughing. Your honour and your necromancer are all you have left of home. Far away, at the edge of the system, Harrowhark Nonagesimus decides that puppeting her parents' corpses as her House collapses around her is a better fate than yours. At night you are tucked into bed in a room that you don't have to share with any siblings and the man who is looking after you now reads to you from a book of adventure stories and strokes your hair until you fall asleep.

You're nine year old Isaac, swearing to be one flesh, one end with your cavalier in a foreign chapel on a foreign planet. You go to school. The woman who is not quite but almost your mother is helping you to discover spirit magic far beyond the thanergy fission you would have learned at home. She is teaching you to cook and to dance. She tells you that the parts of you which back home would have been considered flaws are your greatest strengths. You have friends and playmates who will never be on the front lines, whose parents write books or engrave stele or organise the bounty of empire from ledgers and transmitter boxes. You are loved and you love, but you are beginning to understand that love comes with a cost.

You are 13 year old Jeannemary. You are back on the Fourth and after last year's bombing you are now cavalier primary. As far as you are concerned, you are grown and ready to serve god and his empire. And you have been denied twice. You don't understand why the people who love you are going to such lengths to stop you from doing what you were born to do or why they have always looked so upset when glorious news comes from home about how someone you would have grown up with, had you not been sent away, has given the ultimate service to the empire. You are cavalier primary of the Fourth House and you fear you are still being propped up on cushions.

You are Isaac Tettares and you are Baron of a planet you spent most of your childhood away from. Everyone else your age long ago shipped out with the Junior Territorials. You are the Baron of a planet but you are not in charge and you have come to understand that your father wasn't in charge either. You love the closest thing you have to parents and they love you. You miss them terribly. You resent the fact that thanks to them you will never truly lead the Fourth. There is talk of a marriage alliance when you are older. You want to be family with them. You don't entirely believe you'll live long enough to marry him when you come of age. And if you do, your half Fifth children will be another crack in what's left of the Fourth House. You miss you dad's stupid jokes and your mum's earnest discussions. You're free of their meddling. You will never be free of their meddling.

You are Jeannemary and Isaac, properly off planet and on display as scion and cavalier for the first time, offered an unimaginable chance to serve god and his empire. You crave the security of your parents. You chafe at the idea that you might be perceived as children. But for a little while you are all together again. You are planning a party. You are making friends. You will all serve the empire together. Perhaps, when you are the fingers and gestures of god, none of these differences will matter any more.

They die horribly. And later so do you. God doesn't care.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

No secrets around here ~

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Summary : Satoru and Suguru find out that their sweet, seemingly innocent girlfriend writes smutty fanfiction. They decide to make her fantasies come true while also making sure to teach her that keeping secrets from them have consequences <3

Contains : Fem reader. Established relationship. Degradation. Threesome M/M/F. Gojo and Geto being mean but with love. A bit meta.

“Dude- Suguru- SUGURU!”

“Stop yelling, Satoru.” The raven-haired man whined, rubbing a hand over his face as he was barely awake, “You better be dying if you’re calling me at 3 in the morning.”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll wanna hear what I say.”

“Get to the point.”

“Ok, so you know how every time we visit our cutie, she’s super protective of her phone?”

“…Yeah.”

“And how she immediately shuts her laptop close if we walk in?”

“…Yeah.”

“I found out why. I just sent you a link.”

Satoru hung up and Suguru groaned, looking his phone annoyance before the ding of a message received rang out. He raised an eyebrow as he read the message, the link opening upto a website called…tumblr? He was aware of the site but it never interested him enough to truly put any effort into finding out more about it. He also knew of the concept of fanfiction (thanks to a certain someone) and knew that Tumblr had a lot of creators posting their fanmade content.

But he had no idea it was…something like this.

Reader is being a brat and gets put in her place – Fem Reader X Demon Slayer men.

Where the men of One-Piece love to cum <3

Dick headcannons, a.k.a. who among the Honkai men are packing~

Suguru scoffed as he scrolled down the posts, surprised at how lewd this author was. Their writing was filthy and degenerate yet written fairly well. If he wasn’t so sleepy, Suguru was sure he could jerk off to a story or two. The comments under the posts were just as feral, people going crazy over the fanfictions, often proclaiming their desire to be with these…fictional men? He didn’t quite understand it but who was he to judge.

He paused as he read the title of a post, letting out a hum as the title hit a bit close to home.

Reader gets pounded roughly by her two boyfriends.

It was a post with thousands of notes which got Suguru curious. He clicked on the tag labelled #two boyfriends and was surprised to see several stories written by the author of the reader having two lovers and their sexual escapades together:

Reader gets both her holes stuffed with cock. Or the two boyfriends compete to see who can get her to squirt first. Reader is spanked silly and can’t sit properly for days. As punishment, the two boyfriends overstimulate the reader for hours, making her cum over and over again even as she begged them to stop.

The list went on and on and on, making the blood rush to Suguru’s cheeks at how raw and filthy and…desperate these fanfictions were.

His phone dinged, a message from Satoru which reminded the black-haired man of how he wound up here to begin with. So there are some smutty fiction online, but what does it have to do with you? He could only come up with one conclusion but…that couldn’t be it. Right?

Satoru <3 : Did you see all the two boyfriends fics?

Me : Yeah. You’re not saying that…she wrote all of this, are you?

Suguru waited with bated breath as the three dots danced on his screen, Satoru typing out the answer. You were someone who refused to even curse in daily conversation! There was no way… He choked as he got a response, Satoru simply saying:

What do you say we show our baby how much better her real boyfriends are?

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“Boys!” you whined as Suguru and Satoru stuck close to you, one on either side, “I’m trying to cook here!” “We’re not stopping you!” Satoru said with a pout as he placed his cheek on top of your hair, “We just wanna be close to our baby. Is that so bad?” “Exactly.” Suguru purred as a hand came up to wrap around your waist, pressing himself close to you, “Is loving you such a crime?”

You rolled your eyes at their theatrics. One thing worse than having one dramatic boyfriend would be having two. Not that you were complaining, of course. How on Earth could you be upset over having the two most powerful sorcerers be your lovers? It sometimes felt like a dream- that these two had fallen in love with you and were over by your place for a domestic night of homecooked food and movies. They were more clingy than usual, a hand or lips always on your body at all times. You caught them exchanging glances with each other once in awhile but you simply ignored it. It wasn’t the first time your men had this telepathic communication going on between them. As long as they weren’t planning on pranking you, you decided to simply focus on the meal you were cooking.

“So, babe,” Satoru purred as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “You’re on Tumblr a lot, right?”

You scoffed, “You know I am. Why’d you ask? You finally wanna join?”

“I sure do!” he responded, “And if you had told me about all the porn that was on that website, I would have joined sooner.”

“Porn?” you repeated, confused, “What are you talking about? It doesn’t allow-”

“All of that smutty fanfiction- I was up all night reading them!”

You froze, hoping that the two of them didn’t notice. “Oh, uh, yeah there’s a lot of that.”

“And, you know, we found this…writer.” Suguru said, his voice dripping like honey as his hand ran up and down your waist, “Who writes the most…filthy things. Degradation, spankings, brat taming, not to mention threesomes between two men and a woman. Kind of similar to us, right?”

You gulped, trying to focus on your food even though your mind was running a mile. Did they know? How did they find out? You were so careful of your things! You always made sure to have an eye on your phone and laptop so how did they…

“Well, only the threesome parts.” Satoru said, “We’re not nearly as kinky as the people in those stories. We could be, of course, but we wouldn’t want to scare our baby with how…intense we can be, right?”

“Of course.” Suguru purred, leaning forward to kiss your temple, his lips soft against your skin, “Our sweet princess is so innocent and vanilla. How on Earth can we treat her like the girls in those smutty, dirty stories? We have to make love to her like the Queen she is. There’s no way our baby would like to be punished or have her pussy filled until she’s bred.”

“Exactly.” Satoru said, noting the way your breathing was quickening, smiling as he saw your ears turn red, “Unless…there’s something she’s not telling us.” You gasped as his hand trailed down your back, making you shiver before it landed on your ass. You mewled as he grabbed a cheek harshly, his fingers digging into your plush skin, both of them so close to you that you could feel their hot breath against your burning face.

“So, sweetheart.” Suguru said, a twinkle in his eye as he turned off the heat of the stove, gently taking your utensils out of your hands, “Anything you’d like to share?”

You gulped, Satoru squeezing you greedily and making it difficult for you to form sentences, “H-How did you find out?”

“Well, I might have peeked at your phone when you left it unlocked yesterday.” Satoru confessed, “I wasn’t planning on looking but when I saw the notification of someone begging you to write more of your threesome content, well, curiosity got the better of me.”

“Our baby has such naughty fantasies,” Suguru said, not giving you a chance to respond “But she kept it all to herself like a bad little girl. Why didn’t you tell us?” he leaned down to nibble at your ear, loving the cute yelp you let out, “Did you think we’d judge you?”

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, face so red it felt like steam was coming out your ears, “It’s…embarrassing- ah!” Suguru moved downwards and kissed your neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive patch of your skin, making you cry out loud. Satoru pouted before he let go of your ass, only to swing his hand down and give your butt a sharp slap, making you yell loudly.

“We could have been fucking you like the dirty slut you are, but instead, we held ourselves back because we didn’t want to scare you off.” Satoru growled, his hand making its way to your hair, grabbing a handful before he pulled harshly. You gasped as your head was tossed back, your boyfriends face looking down on you as his grip on your hair continued to be tight and unforgiving.

“Every time we fuck you- we’ve wanted to go wild.” Suguru confessed, his large hand slipping into your shirt, making you shiver as he touched your bare skin, “So next time, just be honest and save us the trouble, hmm?”

“You’re going to make it up to us.” Satoru said, leaning down to kiss your lips, a quick peck before he pulled away, a dark look in his eyes, “Get ready. We’re making those fantasies come true.”

~~~~~

Your hands trembled, instinctively tugging at the handcuffs that held you tight against the headboard. The cool metal dug into your skin, showing no signs of letting up. Hands handcuffed above your bed, naked as the day you were born, you were at the mercy of your two men and they made sure of that.

Suguru giggled at your cute little yelp as he increased the speed of the vibrator, his grip of the wand tightening before he pressed it down harder on your clit. You screamed around Satoru’s cock, the man’s dick shoved down your throat, making you gag. He was practically straddling your head, knees on either side of your shoulders while Suguru sat between your spread legs, their eyes greedily taking in your nakedness.

“Yeah? You like that?” Satoru asked, looking down at you with a teasing grin on his face, sweat dripping down his brow. He was naked, veins throbbing in his arms as he gripped onto the headboard tightly, rolling his hips into your face, groaning at the sensation of you trying your best to take his fat dick. “You like that vibrator on your slutty little pussy, don’t you? Hmm? Like having my cock down your throat?” he asked, pausing his thrusting for a second to fully press his cock deep inside you, laughing as he felt you gag loudly around him.

“Oh, she loves it~” Suguru purred, dick aching in his boxers (wearing nothing but his underwear) as he ground the wand vibrator against you, mercilessly attacking your clit, “Her cunt is dripping~”

“Poor baby~ You must be so pent up since we’ve been making love to you like you were a princess. Guess we have to fuck you like a whore, hmm?” Satoru asked, biting his lower lip as he started thrusting into your mouth again. His muscles tensed, tossing his head back to moan as your sweet little tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, his heavy balls pressing against your chin every time he thrust.

“Stay. Still.” Suguru said with a click of his tongue as one arm gripped onto your knee tightly, the other still torturing you with the vibrator, “Keep moving your legs like that and I’ll punish you.”

You whined, your sounds taken by Satoru’s member, your body getting overstimulated. With a fat cock down your throat and Suguru playing with your pussy, you couldn’t help but start trembling, trying to push your legs together to give yourself a break from the onslaught on your cunt- but Suguru was having none of that.

He ignored your yelp as he pulled the vibrator away, taking away your pleasure so suddenly. But you barely had time to process that as he raised his hand and brought it down on your pussy, giving it a harsh, tight slap. You screamed from the pain, the vibrations of your mouth making Satoru moan as Suguru started spanking your pussy again and again. Slap after slap rained down on your cunt, the raven-haired man holding one leg tightly by the ankle while pushing away the other with his knee, truly keeping you spread as he spanked your pussy.

Your whole body writhed from the pain, the stinging sensation of Suguru marking your puffy pussy lips red. Your hands struggled against the handcuffs even more, your torso tossing and turning, Satoru giving you some mercy as he gently pulled his cock out of your mouth.

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you pleaded through your gasps and coughs, and crying as Suguru slapped your cunt so hard it made you dizzy for a second, “Please- no more!”.

“No more what?”

“No more spankings- P-Please! Please don’t s-spank my p-pussy!” you begged, ears turning red from the embarrassment. You heard Satoru giggle above you, the man clearly more sadistic than you ever imagined as he tugged at his member, enjoying the scene of his best friend breaking you down perfectly. Even him touching himself right in front of you was torturous, your eyes homing in on the precum dripping out of his red tip, his cock covered in your saliva.

“I thought you liked it, baby.” Suguru said, taking some mercy on you as he gently rubbed your cunt, easing some of the burn, “Your characters get their pussy’s spanked so often. Don’t you feel bad for them if it hurts so much?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know.” You sobbed, “It hurts- fuck- but it hurts so good!”

“Fuuuck Baby!” Satoru groaned, gripping the base of his cock tightly, his face red and excited, “Almost came from that~ I love seeing you look so pathetic for us.”

You whimpered, turning your face to feel Satoru’s warmth as he gently wiped a tear away from your eye. Suguru chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss to your cunt, your skin hot against his lips. Your back arched as he ran his tongue up your pussy, the man groaning as he tasted your slick, drinking you down like a drug.

“Oh~ I want a taste of that pussy too~” Satoru purred before he changed his position. Your eyes widened as he turned around, adjusting himself so his cock was once again over your face only now, he was facing your pussy in a classic 69. “Open up, princess.” He said, smirking as he pushed his cock into your mouth just as you opened your lips, “Suck my cock while we- oh yeah- play with this pussy~”

Satoru grabbed the back of your thighs, holding onto you tightly as he dipped his head between your legs, Suguru moving out of the way so his friend could mouth at your pussy. You squealed around his cock, the man already starting to thrust as he wrapped his lips around your clit before he sucked harshly. “Mmmph- fuck yes~” he moaned, lightly picking up the pace as he once again started fucking your throat, “This pussy is so fucking tasty~”

He opened his mouth wide and started flicking his tongue on your clit, letting out a lewd sound as he tortured your sensitive bud with his tongue. Not one to sit idly by, Suguru allowed his friend to tongue your cunt while he gently slid a finger inside you.

“Look at that. My finger went in so easily, baby.” Suguru said as he gently thrust the finger in and out of you, “This isn’t enough for you, is it?”

You whined around Satoru’s cock, unable to respond. But they understood. Suguru slid a second finger inside you, the slick sound of your cunt parting for him echoing through the air lewdly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers inside you just right, pussy gushing from the sensation. Satoru was still licking at your clit, giving your bud the occasional nibble to keep you on edge.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Suguru asked as he watched Satoru lick you up, his own fingers drenched, your juices dripping down, “Cock in your mouth as we play with your pussy like you’re our little toy~ Our sweet little fuck toy we can use?”

Your toes curled and your muscles tensed, opening your throat up as much as possible as Satoru mercilessly face fucked you, his balls slapping against you as he chased his pleasure. The metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your fingers clenching around nothing as you were driven closer and closer to your orgasm.

You were so close you could taste it, your mind descending into nothing but pleasure, the two men perfectly breaking you down into the slut they know you are. You fantasised about them as you wrote your fanfiction and for it to actually be coming true- you didn’t know how to handle it.

You were so close- so close! Your body tightened and your pussy clenched around Suguru’s fingers, the familiar sensation of an orgasm making itself known. You already knew this would be one of the strongest climaxes you’d experience and it almost scared you. But you were ready. You wanted this. You needed this. You needed them!

Your moans picked up the pace, getting louder and louder around Satoru’s cock, still obediently sucking him off as your body trembled. You were gonna cum! Cumming- cumming-

Only for them to stop.

You let out a scream as Satoru pulled his cock out of your mouth, both of them able to hear your shouts. You arched off the bed, your body trembling from the sudden absence of pleasure, your legs kicking at the mattress like a toddler as you writhed on the bed.

“Why? Why- I was so close- so close!” you sobbed, tugging at the handcuffs in a desperate attempt to touch yourself, only for it to be futile.

“Aww, poor princess.” Satoru cooed, kneeling over you still, his cock dripping your saliva back onto his face lewdly, “did you really think it would be that easy?”

“We’re going to edge you all night.” Suguru said, finally undoing his boxers before pushing it off, getting completely naked, “It’s your punishment for keeping your sluttiness a secret from us.”

You could barely muster up a protest as you were distracted by Suguru’s cock. His cock was just as beautiful as Satoru’s- long, thick and oh so delicious. He took your breath away everytime he got inside you, his skills rendering you a whining mess.

“If you try and cum without us knowing,” Suguru said, knowing your body like the back of your hand and well aware that you were close to your orgasm, “You’re going to be in a world of pain. Now come on. Beg for it.” He started teasingly slapping your pussy with his member, each strike making you twitch, “You know how to beg, right? Your characters beg so sweetly in your stories- I’m sure you can do it too~”

You gulped, mouth drooling and pussy trembling, their hard cocks right in front of you but refusing to get inside you. “P-Please.” You pleaded, feeling a rush of shame overcome you by uttering the word. “Do better than that.” Suguru said, his hand now on his member and lightly stroking it, showing you what you were missing out on. “I- Fuck- I need you! Both of you!” you said desperately. “Keep going~” Satoru purred, his tip just a hairs breath away from your lips, also close to orgasm, “what do you need?” “I need- fuck- I need your c-cocks!” you begged, tears in your eyes as you shamelessly conveyed your desires, “I need you inside me- I need you to fuck me!” “Good girl.” Suguru said, groaning as he finally- finally- started to push inside you, “And remember. No cumming.”

You tossed your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Suguru started spreading you apart, inch after inch burying into your sopping cunt. It was a delicious sensation, his cock stretching you out wonderfully, his thick cock giving you a nice burn. Suguru hissed as his dick was enveloped in your tight wetness, the texture of your pussy walls hugging it perfectly. His balls clenched and he knew he wouldn’t last long- the feeling of finally being able to treat you like the kinky slut you were driving him to the edge. They don’t call him a pleasure dom for nothing.

Without even saying anything, Satoru took advantage of your open mouth to jam his dick back inside your mouth, laughing at the surprised yelp and loud gag you let out. “I’m close baby~” he moaned as he was surrounded by your addicting heat again, “Make sure you drink it all when I cum down this slutty mouth pussy~”

They both started to fuck you mercilessly at once. And all you could do was lie there and take it. Suguru made you wrap your legs against his waist, leaning into you as he started pounding your cunt, balls slapping against you each time he thrust into you. Your pussy was so wet and hot- the sensation like a drug as he pounded you, his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck- I love this fucking pussy!” he groaned, tossing his head back as he mercilessly pounded you, chasing his pleasure, “So perfect for us- so greedy and desperate- want to fucking ruin you!”

“Mmm~ I can’t wait to fuck this slutty cunt~” Satoru said between moans, fucking down on your mouth as a hand came up to spread apart your pussy lips, giving him a perfect view of Suguru fucking your hole. “Pass me the vibrator, will you?”

You yelped, knowing exactly what he had planned as Satoru got a hold of the vibrator, switched it on before he placed it against your clit. You screamed around his cock, body thrashing at the overstimulation. The toy rubbed against your clit, the speed on the highest setting, making your vision blurry as he assaulted your sensitive bud.

“Fuck- oh yeah- that’s fucking great!” Suguru moaned, the vibration of the toy giving him added pleasure as well, “she tightened around me so much- fuck- slutty little pussy!”

You were in heaven and hell. The two men were using you in such a filthy fashion, making your body tremble from the intense pleasure. Suguru was fucking you so perfectly, his cock hitting your g-spot every time he thrust into you, your pleasure heightened by Satoru playing with your clit. He’d use the toy or sometimes even lean down to lick at your clit again, his hair brushing against Suguru’s abdomen every time he thrust forward. They were both so desperate and horny for you and it was amazing.

But, every time you were close, they’d stop.

You didn’t even need to say it- your moans and your body language was enough for them to know when you were about to cum and every time, without fail, they’d ruin your orgasm. Suguru would pull out and Satoru would stop playing with your clit, opting to slap your pussy and call it a ‘bad cunt’ as he took your climax away from you. Suguru once pinched your clit so harshly you swore you blacked out. Once they thought you weren’t going to cum, they’d get back into it.

“Oh baby!” Satoru moaned, finally reaching his climax. He forgoed the toy and instead focused on fucking your face, wanting to cum, “I’m close! Yes! Yes! Oh you naughty little minx! We’re going to have so much fucking fun with you!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you got pounded from both ends- your jaw beyond sore. With a few more thrusts, Satoru finally came. He tossed his head back and moaned loudly, his cock lodged as deep as it could go inside you. He started to cum down your throat, giving you no choice but to drink it all up. You could feel his balls clench against you as he came, his hot seed pouring down your throat, warming you up from the inside.

“Ohhh yesss!” Satoru moaned, his body shuddering as he gently thrust his hips, milking his balls of every drop, “That’s it- oh yes~ That’s a good slut~”

You gagged around him, struggling to breathe and to drink down his cum, happy to have given him pleasure but distracted by Suguru still pounding into you. You were waiting for Satoru to get off of you and give your jaw some peace but…

He once again got his face close to your pussy, resting his elbows on the mattress and his chin on his hands as he stared like a pervert as Suguru fucking your cunt.

“Enjoying the show?” Suguru asked with a laugh, his body running a bit hotter at Satoru staring.

“Mmhmm,” Satoru said with a smile before he addressed you, “Keep cockwarming me, baby. Get me hard again so I can fuck this pussy next~”

Oh. Oh God.

“Fuck- I’m close!” Suguru groaned through gritted teeth, “And she’s close too- I can feel it!”

“Yeah?” Satoru asked, rolling his hips in a circle as he leisurely enjoyed your mouth like it was a fleshlight, “Should we let her cum? She’s been such a good girl for us.”

You whined around him, feeling like this entire night was you whining, trying your best to beg around Satoru’s cock in your mouth. You could feel him grow harder inside you, the sadist loving the fact that he made you so pathetic.

“Nah.” Suguru said, sweating as he pounded you mercilessly, “Not yet.”

“You hear that, baby?” Satoru asked, “You better not cum~”

You sobbed, tears pouring down your cheeks as they decided to continue torturing you.

“You gonna cum inside her?” Satoru asked his friend, knowing him well enough to know he was about to cum. “Fuck- I want to so fucking badly but- I don’t think she deserves it yet!”  “Awww, the poor thing. She has such a huge breeding kink too!” “I know. Fuck- I’d love to dump inside this cunt and breed her but- fuck- I still think she needs to learn her lesson! Naughty little sluts who keep things from their boyfriends gets fucking punished! Oh fuck- yes- cumming- I’m cumming!”

With a shout, once again denying you your orgasm, Suguru quickly pulled out of you with the intention of finishing on you. “Fuck- Satoru!” Suguru moaned as the white haired man suddenly grabbed his member and started jerking him off. Satoru laughed at Suguru’s moans, his hand almost a blur as he jacked off his best friend, aiming the tip right at your pussy. In a matter of seconds, Suguru let out a loud moan as he came, tossing his head back as the pleasure hit him like a truck. He trembled as ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock, his balls clenching with each pump as he came all over your pussy. He stained your cunt white, making you whine as all of that cum wasn’t pumped inside you.

“Oh~ Look at all that cum on this pretty pussy~” Satoru moaned, letting go of Suguru to instead pet at your pussy, his fingers rubbing the cum into your skin before he collected a bit of it on his fingers to shove inside you. You gasped, body still on edge, your mind a mess of pleasure and humiliation as Satoru stuffed his friends cum into your pussy. He took some mercy on you and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying your gasps and moans as you took in deep breaths, choking on your own spit as he got off of you.

“Please!” you begged, crying and you voice hoarse, “Please- Please let me cum! I need it! I’ll do anything!”

“Shhhh, relax, princess.” Suguru cooed as he and Satoru switched places, the white haired man settling between your legs with his cock hard once more, eager to fuck your cunt. You whimpered and cried as Suguru lied down next to you, his dick still hard and ready for more as he leaned down to kiss you, a sweet moment among all the depravity.

His hand gripped a breast, squeezing your boob as he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and making your body tingle from the sensation. He finally parted just as Satoru slipped his dick inside you, smiling as he watched your eyes water and your jaw drop from the sensation.

“Don’t start crying already, baby.” Suguru said, watching as your body started to bounce up and down from Satoru’s thrusts, Satoru immediately fucking you in a fast pace, “We’ve only just begun~”

[willowed-wisp]

relationship headcanons [ price ]

SFW

- He’s definitely your reliable neighbour who has become your impromptu repair guy whenever something goes wrong

- Whether you’re younger or the same age as him, you’re smitten by the man who wears fitted t-shirts and a set of dog tags

- Only at a summer barbecue, a few drinks deep did he finally make a move on you after you insult yourself, “Oi, for someone so beautiful you speak rubbish,” taking your face in his hands and giving a quick peck to the lips

- He was still your neighbour but you started seeing each other.

- Loves to cook for you, he’s romantic like that

- As well as living room picnics on the floor and candlelight homemade dinners.

- He’s not one for going out and buying food; he loves seeing you smile and hearing your laugh

- After getting home from being on base, he just wants to cuddle on the sofa with you in his arms and watch tv

- Blanket hog- you always wake up in the middle of the night cold

- Until he tackles you in a bear hug, forgetting about the blanket theft on the morning.

- A full English waiting for you as you get up, the sweetest look you’d ever been given.

- Loves matching pjs

- Drives whenever you go on trips with your hand on his thigh, “cheeky…”

- Definitely has a fireplace

- Lives in the country side and collects firewood from the forest nearby and teaches you how to chop the logs properly

- Takes you on long walks with his two dogs

- Yes they are rescue dogs

- And yes, they are tiny. A dachshund and a pug.

- You didn’t know whether or not you loved the dogs more or John

- Actually helped build his own house and decorated it by his own accord…

- Though, he’s glad when you add your own personal twist- new cushions, curtains…

- Everything so him, he fell in love the day you bought a new duvet set for the bed

- Always wanted to be a dad, it was never the right person or the right time

- He has a room not too cluttered for that exact reason- for a nursery.

- John isn’t a bath guy, he has a massive shower which can hold two people…

NSFW

- He was a gentleman when it came to sleeping together the first time

- Unfortunately for him, he didn’t know what he’d gotten himself into because you were far from gentle with him

- Nails scratching into his chest, riding him on the kitchen table the first dinner date. Dress and heels on, his shirt unbuttoned while holding your hips for dear life.

- That night you did went eight rounds with a bull, so gentle with his hands but yet so brutal using those hips.

- All culminating to lying by the fireplace, cushions and blankets dragged down from the sofa. Your head on John’s naked chest, drawing patterns on your skin. “Should’ve warned me…”

- You rolled to face him- hand firm on the hairs of his chest, “About what?” His finger wiping the hair from your eyes. A mischievous glint in those flame-kissed eyes.

- “About how fucking dirty you are…” His hands orchestrated you atop of him, cock steeled once more and with hunger driving you wild, hilted it inside of you. “That’s it, sweetheart…”

- So attentive during sex, if you ask to stop- it’s not even a question.

- Loves fucking you in his 1980s 4x4, specifically in the drivers seat- reclined and riding him.

- He may just love cowgirl a bit too much.

- He’s a tits guy, doesn’t care what size they are. He just loves to worship them.

- Loves your lipstick stains covering his neck and chest

- Blowjobs with lipstick on, he’s a gonna with that. Hands guiding you up and down, telling you how good you were doing.

- A big foreplay guy

- Eats you out for days and has very talented fingers

- He’s been with a few women so he knows what to do and has mastered the arts

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[yanderes-galore]

Maybe Yandere Luffy and yandere Sanji working together to stalk female reader , which makes reader more on edge , if you want to go even darker you can do I’ll love to see what you come up with ^^ 

Oh no... If Sanji doesn't view Luffy as a rival, he's encouraging him.... Luffy's pairing is ambiguous, but Sanji is definitely romantic. Sorry it's vague/general, idk if you wanted it to take place at a specific plot point or not.

Obviously, read the trigger warnings, this primarily just focuses on the two stalking a member of their crew more than anything else.

Yandere! Luffy + Sanji Sharing a Darling

Pairing: Romantic (Sanji, Luffy)/Platonic (Luffy) - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Stalking (Obviously), Manipulation, The two enable each other, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Stealing, Blood, Murder, Dubious relationship/companionship

I feel what would make the most sense is if you are also part of the crew.

That way the two are nearly always watching you and aren't going to lose you on some island during their journey.

Now, Sanji's obsession is expected.

That man, for the life of him, can't stay away from a pretty woman.

His obsession is the most obvious.

Sanji is the one who's constantly flirting with you and most likely had an interest in you first.

He does seem like an obsession at first sight kind of guy.

While he does obsess over every woman... You're the one he notices something more intense with.

Which makes him follow you around and stare.

That alone makes you nervous.

Even Nami, who has been trying to say he does that with women sometimes, starts to notice Sanji's behavior as strange.

Luffy is... well... a vague case.

He isn't really known for displaying over the top romantic attraction (far as I know).

It's really hard to tell with him.

Although, it's possible he's just looking out for his friend... and might have a crush on you.

You are a cute girl on the crew, after all....

In terms of how sharing would go, I imagine Sanji would at first feel threatened.

Sanji, due to him watching you himself, no doubt notices Luffy doing it.

Luffy doesn't even think of what he's doing as anything bad.

It's like admiring something/someone cool to him.

To Luffy, watching you isn't perverted.

To Sanji, it most likely is.

Sanji may get into fights with Luffy when he catches him, smacking him lightly and scolding him for watching a woman like that.

Only for Luffy to point out that Sanji's doing the same thing... which makes Sanji wonder how obvious he is.

There would be tension at first, although it's mostly one-sided.

Sanji just doesn't like the idea of competition since you're the one girl he feels a specific way towards.

Although things may mellow out over time when he realizes Luffy isn't deliberately trying to steal you.

He just cares for you too.

Which may make Sanji trust him more....

Although, if Luffy does have a crush on you, over time Sanji may give in and teach Luffy how to "properly" court a woman.

Although Sanji has points where he's still jealous... I don't think he likes sharing much but he can't really sway Luffy's intentions.

It would work better if Luffy was platonic and Sanji was romantic.

Regardless of their intentions, them stalking you would put you off.

Luffy seems innocent.

Him watching you just seems like a captain being overprotective of members of their crew.

Although... Sanji's intentions are more intense.

Sanji wants to be a gentleman.

But he can't help but "borrow" a few items from your quarters when you aren't looking.

The cook may even pass one or two to his captain.

Luffy doesn't quite understand.

He doesn't really like Sanji stealing your stuff... yet he also doesn't mind a trinket just to keep.

The two when sharing may act like bodyguards.

Although Sanji is the one that would immediately be on his knees if you asked.

Luffy probably comments on the fact Sanji is desperate... which may cause a fight.

You aren't really sure how to get them to stop.

Luffy is fine for the most part....

He just seems curious, even if the staring is uncomfortable.

Sanji is probably the one that's most unnerving.

To make it dark, he's the one who would steal clothing from you and cling to you the most.

Meanwhile, Luffy is the one who continues to reassure you he's harmless.

He just loves you, a lot, he'd never hurt you.

Yet it doesn't make you feel better when you notice your quarters have been pillaged.

Nami and any other girl on the crew no doubt appear concerned about the behavior Sanji and Luffy display towards you.

In terms of how violent the two can be, I'm reminded of when Nami first joined the pirates.

When Nami cried due to Arlong? The entire crew jumped in....

Sanji and Luffy already watch you like a hawk.

If you were hurt, emotionally, mentally, physically... whoever did it is probably not living.

Luffy is already quite protective.

Plus, Sanji's protective, possessive, and has a temper.

To make it dark as you said, they'd both collectively beat someone to a pulp... a bloody and unrecognizable mess.

Although, if the perpetrator was a woman, Sanji would hold back.

Not sure about Luffy, though...

You're important to both of them.

The two would make quite the duo if Luffy was platonic and Sanji was romantic.

In fact, if Luffy was purely platonic, he'd probably encourage Sanji to be with you.

Which makes you even more scared.

It doesn't matter if they mean well or not.

You've seen the blood on their clothes.

You've seen the glares they've given people when you enter new areas.

Their behavior terrifies you.

But it's not like you can do anything about it, right...?

It's not like they'll ever let you leave the crew without dragging you back into it.

[kacievvbbbb]

What is fun about the last time Shanks saw Mihawk he was probably 29 on the cusp of 30 and then they fall out and they don’t really reconnect until Mihawk is middle age and Shanks on his way there.

That’s alot of time to miss someone you used to know intimately. A whole life has been lived there. And think how much Mihawk must have changed how much shanks himself has changed. All this to say that I really think Shanks loves watching this version of Mihawk being domestic and having his little old lady hobbies.

He loves watching him cook and bake and talk about recipes and how to make sure the little gremlins under his care are getting the proper nutrients. He loves watching him tend to his garden with his ridiculously domestic sun hat, he loves watching him pick strawberries and put them into a little quicker basket and plant and harvest cocoa trees for Perona, and teach Zoro how to chop vegetables really fast and embroider his little flower patterns and read erotica and newspapers Like the same thing and take naps in the sun spot like a cat and interact with the kids and just he likes seeing Mihawk live his life because I will never come down from the hill that Shanks really kind of subconsciously worries about him and his loneliness and kind of the empty way he was living his life.

Cause like I think for shanks it’s such a jarring juxtaposition with the Mihawk that’s still freshest in his memories 10 years ago. 20 something young dangerous and wanted. Mihawk back then was probably the definition of vagabond literally bound to nothing and no one except occasionally shanks. Sailing around in a tiny ass boat with only wine and his sword a one man calamity.The Mihawk he remembers was always itching for a fight and would gladly start one. And because I headcannon Mihawk probably didn’t get his title till after his big blowout with shanks this is still a Mihawk with a lot to fucking prove and he’ll prove it every chance he gets. This is a Mihawk who still regularly accepts challengers and is also actively challenging people. This is a Mihawk that is hunting marines for sport (or revenge Or both) His life revolves around wine, sword-fighting, violence and blood shed and in the way only a man that doesn’t even realize how lonely he is it revolved around shanks.

I just think 20 something Mihawk had 1 friend and 1 hobby and hewas a lonely fuck who was so intensely single-mindedly putting all his energy into both he ends up kind of losing both (shanks crumples under the weights of his expectations and he literally positions himself so far above the crowd in swordsmanship and the one fight he actually does want to have is ruined for him that for a long period of time he doesn’t even experience the same joy that he used to while fighting it’s just another thing he can no longer fully indulge in) 20 something year old Mihawk was a discontent mess rapidly spiraling into depression and nihilistic boredorm and like Shanks can’t do anything about it because Mihawk won’t do anything about it he won’t even properly acknowledge it’s happening. And suddenly they aren’t friends anymore the love of his life literally walks out of it.

And then 10 years go by and zap suddenly here’s this 41 one year old man mostly unchanged but definetly more mature on the cusp of something truly life changing and then there’s this 43 year old with an island and a home and these 2 kids that he can’t even properly contextualize how they fit into his life and that must be so jarring one moment shanks remember A 29 year old nihilist that is literally breaking his heart and now here’s a “mellowed” out little old grandma hobby having middle aged man doing needle point on a Sunday evening come to take his place. A whole life lived in 12 years and Shanks didn’t get to see a lot of it but he’s so glad to see this now, that he gets to have this now.

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Cooking by the book

Will Lenney x Reader

Summary : The reader teaches Will more skills in the kitchen Warnings: none (though heads up, there are quite a bit scene skips so its through out an ambiguous amount of time) Notes : I only really wrote two scenes for this. So its short in that sense. Ah and it came about me cooking something, dancing to the music I was listening to and going "Damn, won't it be great if I was doing this with someone." and that thought spiralled to this. And yes... that title is from the lazy town song.

The scent of garlic and onions fills the small kitchen, a comforting aroma that always seemed to signal the end of the day. You stir the simmering sauce, and simultaneously, your hand hovers over the other pan with some olive oil to check if it is hot enough; it needs more time, you note. Will watches you from the doorway, his lean frame casually propped against the frame, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“What’s on the menu tonight, chef?” He asks, stepping into the kitchen, then stops just over your shoulder.

“Chicken cacciatore,” you reply, “with some rice.”

He nods approvingly. “Sounds delicious.” He leans against the counter, watching you intently as you add the diced tomatoes to the pan.

You stir the sauce, enjoying the silence that settles between you. It's a comfortable silence, broken only by the gentle sizzle of the pan and the occasional clink of a utensil. Slowly, an idea forms in your mind. You place the traffic light-coloured peppers onto the chopping board and place the knife on its side and move to pat Will’s bicep. “Here,” you say, slowly guiding him in front of the chopping board. “Chop these peppers while I get the chicken ready.”

“Yes, chef.” He chuckled and mock saluted. He begins chopping the peppers, his movements unsurprisingly clumsy. You quickly go to the fridge where the chicken marinade was stored; it was simple: salt, pepper, lemon, and olive oil. Removing the cling film over the bowl, you move to the hot pan and place the chicken thighs skin side down. Repeating until there were no chicken thighs left, your eyes flickered back to Will every so often. Your eyes widened when you saw him fumble with the knife, almost slicing his finger.

You place the bowl into the sink and wash your hands. “Here,” you say, gently taking the knife from his hand; your fingers brush against his. “Let me show you.” You demonstrate how to hold the knife properly, how to guide the blade through the pepper with ease. He watches intently, his eyes never leaving your hands.

“See?” you say, handing him the knife back. “Does that make sense?”

He nods, taking the knife back into his hands, and tries again. His movements are still a bit hesitant, but he's improving. You smile, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.

“There you go,” you praise him. “Much better.” Patting his back, you move to the chicken and check if the skin has browned.

He grins, his eyes sparkling. “Thanks for the lesson.”

From that moment on, he seemed to find some rhythm. He chopped the peppers slowly, but in a way that made the cubes even in size. You flip the chicken and stir the simmering tomato sauce. 

You look over to see Will finish off the last of the peppers, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and lips pursed. “You're a natural,” you tease.

He grins, turning to you, his eyes warm. “Thanks to my excellent teacher.”

You chuckle, “You're welcome.” He smiled wide and wiggled his brows. “What?” you ask. 

Will rolls his eyes. “Don’t I get a reward for doing such a good job?” 

“Yes, you do!” He perks up even more, “It's a home-cooked meal by yours truly.” He deflated instantly, eyes dead, face flat. You laugh and move the chicken to one pan and into the one holding the simmering tomatoes. Once that was done, you turned to the pouting man, “Come here, you goof.” He shuffles towards you, still looking slightly offended. You reach up and gently cup his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You know I was teasing, right?”

He sighs dramatically, finally breaking into a grin. “Of course, I do. But a little appreciation wouldn't hurt.”

“Fine, fine,” you concede, “But you have to admit, you picked up proper knife and chopping techniques quickly.”

He puffs out his chest, “Of course, I did. I'm a fast learner.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Alright, calm down now; don’t let your ego go too high. I definitely will have you helping cook more now that you did well; I hope you know that.” You raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. “Now, how about we let that delicious sauce simmer while we enjoy a well-deserved glass of wine?”

He grabs your hands, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Sounds perfect. But first…”

He leans in and steals a kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a moment too long. You smile against his mouth, your heart fluttering.

“Now,” he says, his voice husky, “let's go enjoy that wine.” He kisses your right hand, then your left, then gives both a squeeze, letting go to get the wine. While you get the bottle of red and place it on the table set up in the corner of the kitchen. Streaks of sunset streams through the window. You pull out a chair for him, a small smile playing on your lips. He sits down, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“You know,” he says, pouring two glasses of wine, “I think I might have a new calling.”

“A chef?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He takes a sip of wine, savouring the taste. “No, no. A professional kitchen assistant. I'm quite skilled, if I do say so myself.”

You laugh, clinking your glass against his. “Very well, then. My skilled assistant, I expect you to clock in at the same time tomorrow evening.”

You both sip the wine, a comfortable silence settling between you. The gentle sizzle of the sauce in the pan provides a soothing background noise. You watch him, a contented sigh escaping your lips. He was so effortlessly charming, always leaving you feeling light and happy.

He catches you looking at him and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

“Just admiring my incredibly talented assistant,” you reply, softly smiling.

He grins, “Don't get carried away, chef. I still need to be reminded of who's really in charge.”

He leans across the table and kisses you again, a slow, lingering kiss that sends shivers down your spine. You pull back, breathless, your heart pounding.

“Perhaps,” you whisper, “a little more practice is in order.”

He chuckles, “I'm always up for a challenge.”

He reaches for your hand again, his fingers intertwining with yours.

The fluorescent lights in Tesco hummed overhead as you navigated the aisles, your trolley overflowing with colourful vegetables, meat, snacks, and other items required around the house. Will, pushing the trolley, looked deep in thought, a frown creasing his brow. “What's got you thinking so deep?” you asked, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

Will focused on you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I was just thinking... maybe we could cook something a bit more ambitious next time.”

You paused, slowing your walk but not stopping, surprised by his suggestion. “Oh?”

He nodded. “You know, something that actually requires two people working at once? I know you've been trying to get me to help more with the preparations, but I'd like to try to actually put a bit more effort into cooking something. I've been watching a lot of cooking shows lately, and it seems like a lot of fun to really cook something together.”

You smiled softly. “That sounds lovely, Will. What were you thinking?”

He shrugged. “I don't know, maybe something like making spaghetti from scratch? Or something along those lines. I've always wanted to try.”

You hummed in consideration. “That's time-consuming, I’m guessing you mean you want to just make the pasta from scratch and not the sauce?”

He nodded once, “Yeah, I think that would be a good start. I don’t mind the sauce, it doesn’t have to be spaghetti.”

You nod, coming up with possible ideas, “Oh wait!” you turn to face Will quickly, “What shape do you want?”

Will furrowed his brows, “I'm thinking maybe those little... what are they called? The ones that look like... little ears?” He laughed at his explanation, and you couldn’t help but join in.

You raised an eyebrow, “Orecchiette?”

He grinned, “That's it!” You hummed in thought. You would need to get the flour—you don't have any at home. And looking at the trolley, there were some mushrooms and cherry tomatoes, you'd need to get some cream. Maybe a touch of garlic and some fresh herbs for the sauce.

“We could make a red cream sauce from scratch too if you’d like,” you suggested, “with mushrooms and cherry tomatoes. And maybe look for some fresh basil here, I don’t think there’s much left from the windowsill garden.”

Will's eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing. We could even make a garlic bread to go with it.” Make that two bulbs of garlic.

You grinned, “Sounds like a plan. We'll need to get some good quality flour, and maybe some semolina too, for that extra bit of texture. Let's get it, and others that we’d need. Do you want to drink anything specific with it?” The two of you walk deeper into the shop, chatting aimlessly.

Will fumbled for his keys, the weight of the shopping bags digging into his fingers. Finally, the lock clicked open with a satisfying thunk. He stepped inside, switching on the hall light, you following close behind. Closing the door behind you with a soft click, you kicked off your shoes, the sound echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet hallway. Will kicked off his own pair, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. “That was… productive,” he declared, walking into the kitchen.

You follow after him laughing lightly, placing the bag you were carrying next to his on the counter. “Uh huh. Though, I think we may have overdone it slightly. I think I saw at least three different types of cheese in that trolley.”

Will grinned, “Well, one can never have too much cheese, right?” He caught your eye, “Besides, we might need a little snack to get through all this cooking.”

You playfully swatted his arm. “Don’t fill up on cheese, mister.” You both started to empty out the bags and place it in the correct spots, “But seriously, I'm excited. This is going to be fun. We'll make a mess, but I know we'll have a delicious meal at the end of it.” 

“Deal,” Will agreed, already pulling out his phone. “Let me see if I can find a beginner friendly recipe for the dough.” He grinned, scrolling through his phone. “I'm thinking a classic tomato sauce, maybe with some fresh basil from the market?”

You smiled, “Sounds perfect. I'll get everything ready while you do it. Let me know if you need any help.”

You put away the rest of the shopping, then laid out what’s needed for the pasta on the counter: the semolina flour, some warm water, a bowl, a scale, and a spatula. You even prepped a separate small bowl of water for wetting your hands.

“Oh! I found one! Right,” Will announced, finally looking up from his phone, a mock serious expression on his face. “Operation: Homemade Orecchiette is a go! Alright, let's start with the flour. How much are we looking at?”

You mimic a buzzer noise, “NO! Rule number one to cooking, what was it again?” he snapped his fingers.

“Right, wash your hands!” Will said, turning to the sink, where you both quickly washed their hands with soap and water.

“Alright,” Will said, drying his hands on a nearby towel. “Operation: Homemade Orecchiette NOW officially commences.” He looked at the flour and asked his previous question.

You glanced at the recipe on his phone. “Looks like four hundred grams to start.” He picks up the bag, “Though we may need to adjust it. Depends how the dough comes together.” You pause and look at him, “You know how to properly use a scale, don’t you?” 

He rolled his eyes, “Yes I do. I’ll have you know I’m not completely a lost cause.” then he carefully measured out the flour and adding it to the bowl. 

“Ok, this is when you need to make the little volcano in the dough.” his confused look prompted you forward, creating a little dimple on the top of the dough. “Like this, you try it now. It needs to be a bit deeper, you can make it wider if you want to as well.”

He nodded and did as instructed, “Now, the water...”

“One hundred and eighty grams, it says.” He carefully poured out the water into the bowl, making sure not to pour too much in. “Excellent,” Will declared, he then grabbed the spatula and stared at the bowl. “Now what? Just mix it all together?”

“Pretty much,” you replied, “But you want to bring in small amounts of flour from round the edges and mixing it into the middle.”

He nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Right, right.” he stared down at the bowl, “Sorry what?” 

“It's like this.” you walk up to the bowl, mixing the way you described slowly, he was staring intently at the bowl and your hands. It was too cute. 

You handed it back to him and after a few minutes, the mixture started to come together, forming a shaggy mass. “It's starting to look like something!” Will exclaimed, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his face.

“Good job!” you praised, “Now, we need to add a little bit of water.”

He carefully drizzled in a small amount of water, continuing to stir. “Is this enough?” he asked, glancing at you.

“Looks about right,” you replied, “Keep going until it forms a smooth ball.”

Will continued to stir, adding a tiny bit more water here and there. Slowly, the dough began to come together, forming a smooth, elastic ball. “I think we did it!” he announced, holding up the dough triumphantly.

“We did it.” you echoed, a smile gracing your lips. “Or, well, you did it. I may have you make my dough from now on. Now, the fun part: kneading.”

You showed him the proper technique, how to fold the dough over itself and then press down firmly with the heel of your hand. “Keep going until it becomes smooth and elastic,” you instructed.

Will followed your lead, kneading the dough with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. “This is actually kind of therapeutic,” he admitted, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“I know, right?” you chuckled, “Now that should be done, let's let it rest for a while.”

You wrapped the dough in plastic wrap and placed it in a bowl. “While that's resting,” you said, “let's get the sauce started.”

“Excellent,” Will said, “I'll handle the sauce. You relax.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “You know what to do?” he nodded, and you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss.

You pulled back, breathless, and smiled. “Now go,” you said, gently pushing him towards the stove. “I trust you'll make something delicious.”

The studio was a din of noise. JJ, who had flames licking at the edge of his pan, was frantically waving a tea towel around, shrieking high pitched with the occasional “Fuck” being yelled. Vik's face contorted in frustration as he was rummaging through the pantry, muttering about misplaced vegetables. Most likely a trick played by the opposite team.

And then there was Will.

Amidst the chaos, Will stood apart. A serene calm seemed to emanate from him as he stirred a simmering pot on the stove. Herbs were added, a pinch of this, a dash of that, each movement precise and measured.

Harry—from the opposite team—who had been attempting to distract Simon incoherently with a joke paused, his jaw dropping, and walked to Will. “Woah mama, Will, what is that? It actually smells amazing.”

Will, ever the showman, grinned. “Just a little something, something. Can't tell you everything. Man’s gotta keep his secret.” He winked at one of the cameras.

Ethan, who was diligently peeling a pile of potatoes, choked on his own spit. “This is bullshit, I swear. Which one of yous helped him?”

Josh inhaled deeply, and he couldn't help but lean closer to the pot, inhaling deeply. “That actually smells good, what the fuck?”

Will beamed, “Thanks mate, I have a good teacher.” he stirred the pot, “Good kisser too.”

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ FA14 ꒱ PAPER RINGS ─ FERNANDO ALONSO

FERNANDO ALONSO x f!sugar baby!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you and fernando soft launch your relationship

genre — fluff, socmed au, fc: bbyambi on ig

notes — hi guysss sorry for being mia! i'm back and have a ton of fics in queue, so get ready :) i had a ton of fun writing this, just some lighthearted fluff of nando showing off his girl. hope you enjoy! apologies for the google translated spanish, i tried my best :,)

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user3   the fact that his girl probably had to teach him how to soft launch 😭😭

user4   omfg youre so right… and she looks so young too he probably had no idea what soft launching even means 💀

user5   idk is anyone else kinda weirded out like… shes so young

user6   Bffr you can barely see her face and even then they’re two consenting adults

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user2   why is everyone and their mother soft launching ????

user3   bf reveal WHEN

user4   lol wouldn’t it be funny if her man was fernando

user5   lmfao how did you even get to that conclusion user4   i mean fernando soft launched his gf yesterday user6   lol why do i see it.. and the girl in his pic is wearing a similar dress to y/n…. user7   yall r insane jajaja

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user3   it’s yourusername for sure user4   yeah lol check her highlights she posted the same exact flowers two days ago

user5   i just cant get over the age gap shes too young for him

user6   how do u guys even know her age??? user7   i mean she looks pretty obviously young or younger than him lmfao

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user1   WHO ELSE CAME HERE AFTER FERNANDOS STORY

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user5   more like her bf is rich 💀 shes such a gold digger lmfao user6   literally like all this proves is that shes with him for the money user7   yall stay pressed lmfao talk about fan behaviour user8   Fr like who cares 😐 Clearly Fernando is ok with her spending his money

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fernandoalo_oficial   Happy birthday mi princessa, you deserve all the flowers and gifts in the world. Te amo.

yourusername   love you forever, always yours xx

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yourusername   it was a joint effort, i tried to salvage it with the frosting 😭

chloestroll   noooo I thought your birthday wasn’t for another week! I haven’t got your present yet….

yourusername   it is next week chlo!! me and fernando just celebrated early since he’s got back to back races on my birthday week :( chloestroll   Oh thank god… That I didn’t get it mixed up i mean! But it’s okay we’ll spend your birthday together gorgeous!! yourusername   😽😽 fernandoalo_oficial   Hey watch it chloestroll 😠

user1   nando really showing his age with those emojis huh 😭

user2   SHES ONLY 25?????? wtf do they even have in common…

user3   no literally like what the fuck do they even talk about when theyre together user4   you guys make it sound like hes an actual fossil bruh they can have regular ass convos together you know 💀💀            Liked by yourusername

user5   ngl the age gap is kinda icky but theyre growing on me istg 😭😭

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user3   if you look closely you can see me ramming my head into the wall….

user4   THE IT COUPLE !!!!!

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Held | Ghost x Price

Day 12: Rotten Touch w/ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Summary: While on leave, Simon can’t seem to get to sleep properly, and Price knows just the thing to help.

Word Count: ~ 1.3k

Warnings: death, murder, guns, blood, stealing, nightmares, ptsd, implied soapgaz smut, non sexual cuddling

A/N: my allergies are killing me, but this is my first time dipping my toes into the waters of priceghost, so I hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

His hands weren’t just an instrument of death.

They were a carrier; a harbinger of it, what made the sirens start blaring, warning people of what came ahead if they didn’t run.

Well, it wasn’t like running would help anyway.

Once he touched someone, it was over. Like a plague, a fungus, it spread from person to person.

From the mother, crying over the body of her dead husband who had a few new bullet holes through his chest, who’d reached for the gun, seconds too late as his finger pushed down on the trigger, silent shots entering her body, choked sobs coming from the now-wailing child in the corner as she ran to her mother’s body, shaking it as the ground rumbled from a nearby explosion.

To the shopkeeper, trying to defend his store, not wanting any men, especially strange foreign men, hiding in it to take cover from the gunfire and activity in the streets. The shotgun had been heavy in the man’s hand. One shot rang out, and Ghost had signaled forward with his hand, Soap’s knife embedding itself in the man’s neck before another shell casing clattered emptily against the floor.

Or the soldier, who’d probably been drafted or forced, or maybe even joined when he had been young and dreamed of glory, forced to fight an old man’s war. He hadn’t known the weight of taking a life yet, not when the bullet from Ghost’s sniper rifle tore through his head, body thudding against the floor, the family photo tucked into his pocket not enough to protect him when it mattered.

It was all the same to him.

Get the job done. Go home. Live another day and wait for your next mission.

That was how it had always been. But it didn’t mean the nightmares weren’t any better, that he didn’t feel any less bit of nagging guilt for the orphaned children, the grieving families, the war-raised countries feeding the newest generations hatred and violence, how to pull a trigger and not how to be a decent human being.

It was worse tonight.

He’d woken, cold sweat clinging to the back of his neck, limbs tensing and relaxing rapidly as he tried to focus on his surroundings. He was in the house. One window on the left wall, a door on the right one.

Price’s home.

The older man had offered him a place to stay while on leave, knowing that Simon usually just lurked at the base even when he could leave. He knew he had nowhere to go.

So he’d invited him out to a little house in the countryside, to stay for the three months they were both off. It hadn’t been terrible. Homemade meals, cooking, and cleaning up the house. He’d learned a thing or two about fixing leaky sink pipes, changing bulbs, fixing creaky doors and floorboards, and cleaning, and the fact that cooking bacon was a lot more terrifying than it looked, the grease popping up onto his arms and burning what skin wasn’t already numb.

It didn’t help that it hurt like hell.

Price was teaching him everything he’d somehow not picked up from his mother, things his father hadn’t even bothered trying to teach him, and no matter how much his older brother had cleaned up his life, he still hadn’t shown him any of this either.

Simon pushed the covers to one side of the bed, slipping out and letting his feet land against the cold floor. He began approaching the door, twisting the knob, stepping out, and walking down the hallway, legs carrying him to the kitchen for whatever reason. Probably muscle memory. He made a trip to the kitchen every time he woke up or couldn’t sleep.

A small thudding sound came from one of the rooms that had him whirling, stance shifting into a defensive one, and he realized that Gaz and Soap had decided to stay here a few nights too, probably feeling lonely on leave.

Sighing, he turned back and continued towards the kitchen, flicking one dimmer light on before grabbing a cup from a cabinet and filling it with water, draining the entire thing in one large gulp.

“What’re you doin’ up?”

It caught him completely off guard, almost embarrassingly so for the occupation he had. Price’s low, scratchy voice settling into the room.

He put the cup down. Turned.

Price looked like he’d just gotten up as well, hair a bit disheveled, only in some boxers, blue eyes bleary and filled with sleep still. He raised a brow, and Simon remembered the question all too suddenly.

“Nightmares.”

He answered abruptly, trying and failing to hide the slight tremble in his voice. The tremble that was also in his hand.

Price grunted in response, grabbing a cup, filling it with water from the sink, and gulping it down, eyes elsewhere, thinking about something. Like a less intense version of his scheming face.

“You wanna talk about it?”

No. He didn’t.

It was the same as any other nightmare. Blood, death, bombs, guns, grenades, war. What was there to even talk about?

But for some reason, his tongue betrayed him.

“I..”

The word slipped out instead of the usual flat no. He saw his Captain’s surprise and slight curiosity. It was hard not to.

He stood there like an idiot, not sure what to say, throat drying up as he grabbed his cup again, the movement to fill it and swallow the water almost mechanical.

“I don’t know.”

He concluded, walls being built back up, hiding him away again. But Price wasn’t having it. He could tell.

A small nod from his Captain. His lips separated, and he expected the usual statements of pity of sorries, or the empty justifications or assurances, but instead got something he never would’ve expected.

“I’m ordering you a tactical cuddle, Ghost. Recon in my bed at 2300 hours.”

He was left there, speechless, as Price gave his order, and then walked back to his room.

He checked the clock that was always a bit fast and sat on the kitchen wall. He had two minutes before the official “Recon” at the bed.

Taking another swig of water, he figured that he had an order; and he would damn well see it through as he began walking to Price’s room down the hall, slowly pushing the door open, walking in, closing it behind him as his eyes adjusted to the complete darkness, and feeling around till his feet hit the corner if what felt like a bed frame.

“There you are,”

Price murmured as Simon finally found the bed, knees meeting the mattress first as he crawled in, laying down awkwardly with his stiff limbs and tense muscles. Price’s warm, broad hand found his bicep before it slid down to his side right near his ribs. He heard the man shift, pulling some blankets over Simon, before another hand wrapped around him on his other side, gently wrapping around him as Price’s warm chest met his scarred back.

The thudding from the other room was steady against the wall and had him on edge before he finally figured out exactly what was going on in the room over.

“Those muppets, going to town on each other like we aren’t right here.”

Price muttered, making a little huff of laughter leave Simon before he realized something.

Simon Riley had hardly been held before, the only time being when he was a baby. It felt safe and warm like he didn’t have to worry about how many magazines or clips he had left, or the scope he was using, or the exfil, or friendlies versus the enemy. He was safe.

And as Price’s hands began gently rubbing into his skin, making him melt into his superior’s touch, he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, his touch wasn’t so rotten at all.

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Nothing kills me more than the fact Bruce’s reaction to seeing Branch is to literally pick him up, toss him in the air, give him a wet Willy then proceeded to try to “attack” him before Poppy stepped in

I struggled to go about these properly ; I love the fact he is a dad and I absolutely love Brandy and his insane (pos) kids, I like to think Brandy is a-okay Bruce was with someone else, much as he’s a-okay with her being with to others as well it’s a mutual thing between them

“Oh sorry a Wet William”

I headcanon his to be 6’0 btw !!

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ First time meeting ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ He is pretty laid back, I mean come on, he owns a vacation style restaurant and surfs

‗ ❍ very attentive to you, being a father does help, eyes always locked onto yours, arms on his hips in fists, body facing you, overall just making sure you know he has his full attention

‗ ❍ gosh he’s so interested in whatever you’re saying, ranting babbling

‗ ❍ of course you knew him while he was in brozone, and you couldn’t help be a little excited and all over the place, he just smiles oh so fucking sweetly at you

‗ ❍ UGH he just nods and is so fucking polite listening to you

‗ ❍ once you’re done your overall hyperness and shock, he would pull you into a side hug and just hug you gently

‗ ❍ fuck I know he would introduce you to brandy and his kids, smiling up at her and her smiling at you

‗ ❍ he would so totally cook for you too

‗ ❍ teach you to surf

‗ ❍ loves sitting on the beach at a fire with you

‗ ❍ so let’s you play with to his hair

‗ ❍ dad jokes, you cannot escape them no matter how hard you try

‗ ❍ he’s pretty strong too, nearly rivals JD’s strength, I mean come on he definitely picks his kids up every once in a while so he has to be strong to do that

‗ ❍ this man is so easily riled up and persuaded into doing things even if he doesn’t want to - mean did you see how quick his kids and poppy got him to sing? All because he was flabbergasted that his kids didn’t believe he was popular - yeah you do that to him a lot because it’s funny AND HE IS OKAY WITH IT

‗ ❍ sings to you whenever you ask, used to just get a private thing, but it’s anywhere and anytime you want it to be now

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Him crushing on you ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ he knew immediately, had the conversation with Brandy as soon as he figured those feelings out - she was all for it, she found you attractive and a good person to bring into the relationship, plus you were good with their kids

‗ ❍ THEY HAD AN EXTREMELY HEALTHY CONVERSATION WITH YOU ABOUT IT AND GAVE YOU ALL THE TIME YOU NEEDED TO FIGURE IT OUT

‗ ❍ once you made your decision, Bruce was over the moon, he smiled so big his eyes squinted up and his fangs on full display for you as his tail wagged behind him fast - he felt like a teenager all over again

‗ ❍ holds your hand whenever he can - all the time

‗ ❍ always watching you

‗ ❍ eye contact is so more intense

‗ ❍ still takes it slow though- it is different being married and having a partner so none of you guys made it official yet

‗ ❍ explains he would appreciate it if you and Brandy knew each other more - who wouldn’t? She would be an amazing friend to have

‗ ❍ always ALWAYS looking around the room, everywhere to make sure he can see you

‗ ❍ makes you a matching necklace with him

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Getting together! ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ it would take a LONG time to get together, roughly 5 months at least

‗ ❍ he would take you out on a nice beach date

‗ ❍ picnic, singing, him playing a guitar

‗ ❍ then he would ask you

‗ ❍ though he would treat you the same way before, you just had a label

‗ ❍ still touchy as ever

‗ ❍ hugs you so tightly whenever

‗ ❍ takes 3 weeks from getting together to finally get a forehead kiss, and a palm kiss

‗ ❍ two more weeks to get one on the lips - kind of sloppy with it since he’s not used to kissing someone his size - fangs shoved against your mouth but you know it’s not his intention to bother you with them

‗ ❍ his claws are trimmed down too! So he doesn’t hurt his wife, kids or you

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Random things! ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ tail is on the floor like JD’s just a bit smaller, the tuff of fur at the end lays on the floor while JD’s tail drags behind him a good couple feet

‗ ❍ I KNOW he slaps while on the grill

‗ ❍ hates oranges and lemons, but still takes them to eat from his kids plates and the kids think he loves them - doesn’t care to correct them on that because he loves seeing how happy they get to give them

‗ ❍ draws in his free time, really honed the skills as he draws with his kids

‗ ❍ NAPS, loves them, enjoys holding someone while doing it, especially you since he won’t be crush and he so desires to curl around someone to protect them

‗ ❍ he really does love his Brothers even JD, he still does have some resentment about the events of them splitting apart, but, he’s learned to let it go, they were going, dumb and stressed out ; he has always witnessed the change in JD - he just hides it because he’s the oldest - he understands the struggle needing to appear happy and fine for people

‗ ❍ painted nails all the time because of his kids !!

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Since you asked for these 🫶 it’s sfw for now as I’m still trying to figure them out!!

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TASK FORCE: STALKER

Chapter Two: Drowning

(Keegan x F!Reader)

Word Count: 5.9k

About: Returning from battle, Alpha 4 is put on bed rest after her injury, facing a particular struggle when it comes to water. 

TWs: PTSD, depression, panic attacks, slight description of surgery, possible typos

Note: Here's the second chap! As always if you would like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

Chapter One

There were countless times you had been happy to be back at home base, but being stuck there was something you simply detested.

Your shoulder had been patched up, all the while you had been scolded by the nurse as soon as you walked into the office. You’d kept your mouth shut on the ride home, not caring to draw attention to a temporary issue as the temperament of the entire team was terribly bruised.

You’d considered being vocal about your injury; sitting and having nothing to distract you had truly awakened the beast and it felt as though your arm had its own heartbeat, but each and every scenario you cooked up in your head all ended in someone being angry that you dared to distract from their grievances because you hadn’t been careful while fighting. 

So, instead, you heard the scolding from the nurse. 

The removal of the bullet was torturous and you were sure the woman was being heavy handed with the intent of teaching you a lesson. Your fault for shrugging off her request to jab a needle into your arm, you supposed. What you intended to be a quick fix, however, turned into something worse as she retrieved only a small piece.

You stared at it with dull eyes. 

‘It’s broke, isn't it?’ 

That was how you ended up with your arm in a sling and a bandage around your arm, your head spinning from the anaesthetic as you listened to one of the bases doctors standing at the edge of the cot rambling on about how you were required to take time off to ensure you didn’t do any further damage to your shoulder. All of his words went in one ear and right out of the other as you were left nauseous as the anaesthetic swirled around your veins, swallowing back the overwhelming urge to vomit. 

He left the room soon after, leaving you lying in your bed alone with your head pressed into your pillow. You felt filthy — knew it for a fact as you hadn’t even been able to shower properly before you were dragged into surgery for your shoulder. Had you been any more stubborn, you were more than sure the nurse would have dragged you to the doctor’s office by your ear.

Sinking into the mattress, you closed your eyes, letting out a short sigh as you contemplated the disastrous happenings of the mission. A squad gone just like that, the leader of that task force falling out of the helicopter and being swept away by the current… and, you supposed you also had to think about the fact that you had almost died. 

Being in the moment, you’d found that you never had the moment to consider the very real fact that you could have drowned. The fear you felt on the end was unmatched to anything you had ever felt. There and then you would have chalked it up to it being the pain of the betrayal of a someone you had thought you could have trusted with your life, when in reality, you were scared.

Very rarely had you been frightened in your career, granted you were nowhere near as experienced as the men you fought alongside and you pondered how the loss of Rorke would affect their team as a whole. Who would be the new leader? Or would the entire Task Force disband? You knew not the answers to anything; you’d been kept in dark since you arrived back to base, where you were even remaining a mystery. 

All you knew in that moment is that you wanted to sleep. 

The curtain was pulled, and footsteps kept you from fulfilling your desire. You peaked to see the masked man you had fought alongside standing at the edge of your bed. His sniper had been discarded, and he had changed into grey sweats and a black t-shirt. But the mask still stayed. Fortunate, you thought, had he been without it, you don’t think you would have been able to identify him. 

‘Keegan,’ you slurred with a smile. 

He looked you up and down, ‘can I sit?’ 

‘Of course.’

He sat at the foot of your cot, turned so he was facing you. ‘I’m sorry I forgot about your shoulder,’ he said quietly, ‘you gonna be okay?’ 

‘Just peachy,’ you declared, a potent airiness in your voice. ‘On bed rest for a while though.’ 

‘Good.’

The pair of you were silent. 

‘Are you okay?’ you blurted. Despite being unable to see his face, you caught his narrowed eyes. ‘The man who fell into the water, he was your Captain, right?’ 

‘Yes.’ 

‘Are they gonna find him?’ 

‘They have people looking.’ 

His abruptness carried on over from the battlefield and it was a peculiar thing to witness. You’d never known someone to be so blunt in how they spoke, yet, in his actions, you found there was a form of care. He didn’t have to visit you, he could have forgotten you the minute you stepped foot on home soil, but he didn’t. Even disgruntled, he came to ensure that you were okay despite clearly having his own grievances about how the operation had played out. 

‘I hope they find him,’ you said, ‘he seemed like a good man from what I could tell.’ 

‘He was.’

You frowned, the tips of your fingers grazing his bare forearm as you strained yourself to offer him some semblance of a comforting touch. Truthfully, your fingers were stiff and it was much more of a poke than anything that could have brought him an ounce of comfort.

‘I’m sorry,’ you said, falling back into the mattress with a defeated huff. 

‘Don’t be,’ he responded, shaking his head, ‘it couldn’t be helped.’ 

‘I know,’ you said, ‘you just look like you needed to hear it,’ you confessed, ‘I’d give you a hug if they hadn’t wrapped my arm like I’m a fucking mummy.’ 

A puff of air left his mouth at your comment. ‘You did good out there.’ 

‘I hardly did anything.’ 

‘You fought with a hole in your shoulder,’ he said, ‘that’s more than most.’ 

His praise seemed to come from a genuine place, there was no sign of discomfort when he spoke it and he didn’t seem insulted that you had been able to hold your own unlike many other men you had encountered during your time in the field. Much to your dismay, he rose from your bed, his hands settling against his hips as he looked over you. 

‘Get some rest.’

You smiled at him. ‘You too.’ 

He pulled back the curtain without another word, acting as the shadow that you had observed him as while in battle as he disappeared, the only trace that he had visited being the gentle swaying of the white curtain.

His illusive presence was impressive, and you wondered just how long it had taken him to learn such. Had you been more conscious, you’d have felt a swell of jealousy in your gut, but your urge to sleep kept you from thinking too much on what part of him you wanted to have yourself, choosing to just smile at the fact that he had bothered to pay you attention even when the mission had ended. 

You slept like a baby.

It seemed that war had an effect on the body: exhaustion.

You’d been on many operations where you had crashed almost immediately, however, whether it was the unfamiliar environment or the thought of the visit, you tried your best to keep your eyes from closing. However, you had only been successful for an embarrassingly short time. It was necessary, you’d confronted that many times, but still, you could never not see sleep as an enemy. 

That night, you dreamt of the masked man and his peculiar attitude. The spectacle of the operation the pair of you were engaging on in your dream being to retrieve the pistol he had given you. He was just as wordless in your mind as he had been during all interactions you had had with him over the course of that day. 

Neither of you shared any words, only looks. 

Your dream was cut short, keeping you from the conclusion as you awoke with a hiss, looking down at your shoulder. It felt as though it was on fire. 

‘You’re awake,’ a voice from beside you called. 

You snapped your head to the side, spying a brown-haired man sitting beside you. He was seated in a grey chair at your bedside, leaning over with his arms resting against his thighs, looking at you. 

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,’ he said, ‘my names Elias Walker.’ You stared blankly at him, blinking in an attempt to find words to speak to him. ‘I’m the Lieutenant of the group you joined with yesterday.’ 

‘Oh,’ you said dryly, your tongue heavy in your mouth, ‘I- I’m sorry about—’

‘No need,’ he refuted, shaking his head, ‘we’ve got the best teams searching for him, he’ll be found,’ he reassured. 

‘I hope so.’ 

The man smiled, ‘he will be. He’s tough… just like you.’ You felt a heat in your chest. ‘Granted all the details haven’t come out about what happened at the camps, there were two teams sent out, and you were the only one who survived.’ 

‘I would have died if Keegan didn’t help me,’ you said, ‘I was caught in the flood; I- I was with one of my squad mates, but he ran and I got caught,’ you explained, ‘has he not been found?’ 

‘No,’ he said, shaking his head, ‘the city is being scouted and, as of right now, there’s no sign of any of our own.’ 

Your mouth fell flat, deflated by the prospect of being unable to give Parker a piece of your mind. Escaping the most fitting form a justice. Your fury was so mighty you supposed that you supposed he was lucky to have drowned in that city. 

‘Tell me what happened at that camp,’ he requested, leaning back in his chair. 

And you did. You detailed the crashing of the helicopter, brutal killing of your lieutenant, the shot dealt to your shoulder, alongside the man you had attempted to rescue from the wreckage, all while Parker waltzed right out of the battle unscathed. 

‘I- I have his dog tags in the right hand pocket in my pants,’ you said, ‘if you don’t believe me… I know I probably sound like I have a saviour complex or something — but I tried, I really did try, but his leg was snapped in two pieces, there was no fuckin’ way he was getting out of there.’ 

He stared at you. ‘You ran into the crash site alone?’ 

‘I wasn’t going to leave without trying to save someone,’ you said, ‘that’s not who I am… Parker might have ran and maybe what I did was unprofessional, but I couldn’t leave them. When you’re in a squad… you’re a family, you know?’ 

‘Yes,’ Elias hummed, ‘So, you walked to the city on foot to exfil?’ 

‘Yes,’ you confirmed, ‘then the dam fell and the city flooded. Keegan pulled me out of the water.’ 

‘So I’ve been told,’ he said, ‘he has a good eye.’ 

‘I’ll say,’ you mumbled, ‘I don’t even know how he saw me.’ 

‘He sees things that aren’t clear to others, that’s what makes him such a good sniper,’ he explained, ‘there has been a lot of talk around what to do with you considering that your entire squad has been wiped out.’ 

‘Well… I was under the impression that they’d ship me off to another base, or just bring on new trainees to fill the spaces left by the men we lost,’ you explained, ‘that’s what I’ve thought about right now, anyway,’ you said, glancing at your shoulder, ‘I’ll be out of commission for a while; apparently I did some damage to my arm.’ 

‘I’m not surprised,’ he said, ‘were you close to your old squad?’ 

‘Not really,’ you said, ‘I was the only woman in that faction. A lot of people aren’t really welcoming to that,’ you added with a sigh, slowly pushing yourself up. Elias helped you, guiding you with a gentle hand so that you were sitting up right. ‘I was close to Parker.’ 

‘The man who left you for dead?’ he asked, turning to the cabinet beside your bed, grabbing a cup and a jug of water, pouring you some. You took it happily and nodded before drinking the water with a thirst akin to someone who had been stranded in a desert for a month. Even he seemed bewildered by his change of heart. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

You swallowed, answering slightly breathless, ‘there’s nothing you can do,’ you shrugged, ‘it happened.’ 

‘And it hurt you.’ 

You were quiet for a moment. ‘Yes,’ you agreed, ‘I saw him as a brother, you know? And for him to do that… well, I don’t know how I should feel,’ you explained, bringing the cup back to your mouth, having another sip of water, ‘am I going to be moved from this base? I’d hate to take up any more of your time.’ 

‘Nonsense, you’re doing no such thing,’ he refuted, shaking his head, ‘you’ll stay here until you’re healed.’ 

‘Oh,’ you said, ‘are you sure?’ 

‘Very,’ he nodded, pushing himself out of the chair, ‘you’re safe with us, so just take some time to get better.’ 

‘I can’t go anywhere else,’ you said with a laugh, ‘thank you, Elias. I appreciate it.’ 

‘Of course.’

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Recovery was more taxing than war. 

How strange that fact was to you too. The first time you managed to escape the confines of the room you had been kept to was three days after Elias’ visit.

The days had passed by agonisingly slow.

Had you been back at your home base, you would have occupied yourself with one of the many books you had stocked on the bookshelf in your room. In fact, while lying there on the second day, you’d remembered how both you and Parker would laugh with one another about the fact that, whenever you managed to get your hands on a new book, you would always be deployed without the opportunity to read it — it had happened so many that you had accumulated quite the reading list that you hadn’t had the time to get through. Of course, the one time you did finally have the time to, you were kept away from them. It was just your luck. 

When you finally got out of bed and to the shower in the base, you had been provided with a change of clothes which sat upon the sink as you stood and watched as the water ran.

The splashing channeled something in you and you felt your chest tighten from the sound of it hitting the floor.

Reaching your arm out, you held your hand out, quickly retracting it with a hiss. It was ice cold, just like the water you had been swallowed by.

A knot formed in your throat as you took hold of the knob, twisting it. A darkness seemed to seep into your eyes, coning your vision to just the flowing water. It was only when you open your mouth that you realised that your teeth were clenched and your jaw throbbed.

Rolling your eyes, you put one foot in front of another, stepping into the shower, being sure to maintain a distance from the water. You didn’t know why you were doing; it happened subconsciously, as though your body had developed a mind of its own to keep you from walking into what it deemed as dangerous. Breaking free from the psychological restraint, you moved your tensed leg, allowing the water to flow down your bare flesh with gritted teeth. Despite lacking the freezing quality of the water you had been swept away by, it still took your breath away. 

And yet, you did not allow it to defeat you, forcing yourself to stand directly in the line of fire, your fist balled as water trickled down your bare breasts.

Your eyes were screwed shut and you trembled at the sensation. All the while you could not quite shake the thought of how ridiculous this all was. For the last three days you had begged to be let free of the bed to wash away the stale scent of gunpowder away, and when you finally got what you wanted, you couldn’t even open your eyes to look at a shower head. Water had no sentience and yet, you feared it would wrap around your neck like the hand of an enemy and deny you of your right to live. 

You wished to have the same bravery you had had while in battle as you dipped your head, allowing water to hit the back of your head. In the blink of an eye, you were back there — without a soul to help, simply being pushed with the current, unable to break the surface.

Your eyes shot open, and you stumbled back, hitting the tiled wall behind you so hard that a jolt of pain shook your body. The tips of your finger pushed into the tile as you heaved for air as though you had been held under for an eternity, heaving. 

Solemnly, you retreated after turning off the shower and changing into the fresh clothes you had been given. You walked out the shower with matted, slightly damp hair. You had been clumsy for the first time in your life, and you were quite sure the only reason your face was wet was due to the few stray tears that had escaped your eyes, alongside the sweat that had oozed from your pores. You trembled and each step you took back towards the room you had been provided was accompanied by a shaking breath. 

Pressing the palms of your eyes, you pulled the door to your room open, a startled gasp escaping you when you spied Keegan sitting opposite your cot in a chair pushed into the corner of the room.

He looked up when you walked into the room, his eyes narrowing upon seeing the panicked expression on your face. Turning away from him, you hold onto the handle of the door as though it was a lifeline, unable to let it go as you felt your eyes well with tears again. 

‘Keegan,’ you said, ‘I didn’t expect to see you.’ 

You heard his footsteps, sensing that he was standing behind you, and when you turned around, he stood in front of you with crossed arms. 

‘What’s wrong?’ 

‘Nothing,’ you shrugged off, ‘I got shampoo in my eyes when I was showering,’ you added with a strained laugh. ‘Stings like a bitch, but I’ll be fine.’

Unfortunately, despite your attempt to lie to him, you sensed that he did not believe the words that left your mouth. Not one bit. Unmoved by your words, you swallowed hard as you looked him in the eye.

He craned his neck slightly to look at you. ‘Tell me the truth.’ 

You chewed on the inside of your mouth. ‘It’s nothing,’ you said, moving past him, ‘you’re dressed as though you’re ready for another op.’ 

‘Training.’ 

‘Ah,’ you said, taking a seat on your bed, ‘wish I could say the same thing.’ 

‘You will in time.’

‘Why are you here?’ you asked, and he turned to look at you. 

‘I wanted to see how you’re doing.’ 

‘I’m doing better,’ you confirmed, rubbing your face with your hand, ‘yeah.’ 

‘Why’s your hair dry if you got shampoo in your eyes?’ You furrowed your brow, your face flooding with an invasive redness as your fingers caught the tip of your dry hair. Closing your hand around a lock of hair, you gulped. ‘Is it your shoulder?’ 

‘I, uh… yeah, it’s difficult,’ you said with a sigh, ‘it hurts a lot.’ 

He was quiet, shifting on his feet. ‘I can help you if you need it.’ 

You thought back to the water, to the panic, to the embarrassment. Your face was sticky from the residual tears you had shed, flushed red with the shame coursing through your veins. You gulped hard, weakly smiling in the direction of the man, although your eyes struggled to meet with his. 

‘No, no, it’s fine,’ you reassured, waving him off, ‘I appreciate the offer, though.’ 

‘Of course.’ 

You chewed on the inside of your mouth, ‘any sign of your Captain?’ 

‘No.’ 

‘Oh,’ you said, ‘I’m sorry.’ 

‘No sign of your squad-mate either.’

Perhaps that was for the best, but still you couldn’t shake the ache in your chest whenever you thought about it. It was strange, the feeling of betrayal, a nagging, relentless feeling with the desire to punish the lone survivor.

‘Good,’ you said. You left it at that, not wanting to signal the sheer anger you felt; that was how you showed weakness and, despite your banged up shoulder, you refused to be anything of the sorts. ‘What happens if he’s not found?’ 

‘Elias is the new Captain. If Rorke is found, he’ll take up his old position again.’ 

‘At least it’s someone who you’re familiar with,’ you hummed, wrapping your arms around yourself, wondering where you would end up. Where it was, you hoped you had a similar kinship you had seen between the men you had fought alongside. ‘Elias is nice.’ 

‘You like him?’ 

‘Yes,’ you nodded, ‘he came to visit me — poured me a drink too, and he didn’t have to do that,’ you explained, ‘he said he wanted to see how I was doing.’ 

Keegan hummed, seemingly unsurprised by the detailing of the man’s kindness. ‘He told me about it,’ he said, digging his hand into his pocket, retrieving clinking metal, ‘Lieutenant Williams, and Sergeant Neumann.’ You perked your head up, spying the dog tags you had snatched from the dead men dangling from his closed fist. 

‘He told you where they were?’ 

‘Yeah,’ Keegan said, ‘in the pocket of your pants,’ he said, tucking them back into his own pocket, ‘you got an eye for shiny things?’ 

‘Sometimes,’ you answered, ‘didn’t wanna leave their families with nothing.’ 

‘They’ll get them back… you got any family you want to write to?’ 

You pursed your lips thinking about the worry you would cause your folks back home. Having already developed a pattern of writing home on during important occasions and the holidays, straying from that typical pattern would surely be nothing short of a worry. 

‘No,’ you said, ‘well, yeah I do, but I’d prefer not to worry them, y’know?’ 

‘Of course,’ he said, looking at the watch on his wrist, ‘rest up.’ 

Your conversation died with that remark and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared, the quiet click of the door the only note that he had disappeared beyond the door.

For a while, you remained seated where you had been during the course of your conversation, unable to budge as you sat with your weary head in your hands. With a heavy breath, you stared down at your knees with stinging eyes, clearing your throat in an attempt to chase away the tight ball in your throat. It only seemed to nudge it from side to side, never truly dispelling such a compromising agent of chaos. A grunt left your mouth as you shook your head, carefully settling back into your cot. 

Each day that passed you by dragged its feet.

It seemed time was unwilling to be kind to you, holding a burden for one thing or another. Granted, you had done some bad in the time you had been given so, as your punishment, you were subjected to countless hours of silence, the only entertainment you got being from listening to the voices booming beyond your room.

Not even in your dreams could you escape the situation you had found yourself in as you seemed to be plagued with the memory of the water. You’d wake only a few minutes from when you had dosed off, the white t-shirt you were wearing soaked in your sweat with dry mouth. Not feeling well rested was the worst of it, and even worse, you were overly aware of the fact that you smelt bad. There was no excuse either; you weren’t on a mission, you were in bed with all the time in the world, but you still couldn’t shower. 

You caught the occasional look at yourself in the mirror when brushing your teeth, making your gums bleed from the forceful scrubbing you would do in an attempt to quell the gurgling water  pouring down the drain. You wondered if anyone else was having the same issue you were, the solitude of your own self doubt keeping you tied to one train of thought: you were pathetic. The internal bullying didn’t do anything but lower your mood. Everything sucked and you wanted nothing more than to smell nice, but your head wouldn’t let you. 

Keegan visited you a lot more, much to your dismay.

Fortunately, he never came without his mask so, at the very least, he had something to keep the smell of sweat and fear out of his nostrils. However, your gut told you that he knew you were keeping something, from the way he would look at you all to how he would keep you talking when you fell silent, too exhausted to even talk. You felt like death, rotting in the cot that was supposed to aid your recovery and you permitted that cycle to prolong for days, those days then turning into a week. 

Until Keegan broke his silence. 

His quietness was something you had grown to expect, he was short, abrupt, unwilling to use more words than necessary, and his company could have mostly been comprised of silence. Only, when he had walked into your room that day, there had been a shift in him, a determination. 

‘I wanna have an honest conversation,’ he said, sitting at the foot of your cot. You stared up at him with weary eyes, ‘you’re scared.’ 

You laughed, ‘of what?’ 

Your defensiveness only caused his eyes to narrow. ‘Water.’ 

All words jammed in your throat despite a thousand defences swirling in your mind. Hearing him say it out loud was the one thing you hadn’t expected, and before you could keep yourself poised, you burst out into a fit of tears. Never had you allowed tears to flow so easily, but in that room with him, you cried. 

Burying your face into your hands, you snivelled, digging your fists into your sockets in the hopes of quelling the endless streams. But nothing could stop you from crying, and it was only when you felt his hand upon your knee that you looked at him. It was then that you noted he had removed the mask that he had been wearing, it resting in his lap as he looked at you, his thick black brows knitted. 

‘I- I’m sorry,’ you sniffed, wiping your face with the palms of your hands. 

‘Talk to me about it.’ 

Hearing his voice clearly for the first time without the slight muffle of the mask was near enough enchanting. You sensed his vulnerability in his solidarity.

‘I can’t stop thinking about it,’ you began, your bottom lip trembling, ‘every time I close my eyes I’m always back in the water a- and I can’t escape, I can’t get out, I’m drowning. Always drowning,’ you explained, gripping your bedsheets, ‘I can’t even brush my teeth without the sound scaring me… it’s stupid, I’m stupid—’

‘No you’re not,’ Keegan cut off, ‘why haven’t you told anyone?’ 

‘Because it embarrassing.’ 

‘You nearly died.’

‘That’s just how this job works.’ 

‘You’re still a human being,’ he said, ‘you were betrayed and left for dead — people have lost less and reacted worse.’ 

‘How am I supposed to fight when I’m scared of water?’ you asked, ‘I can’t be the soldier I’m supposed to be when I can’t put my head under a shower for more than two seconds?’ 

‘You ask for help,’ Keegan said, ‘squads are only as strong as their teamwork. You can’t fight every single battle alone,’ he continued, raising to his feet, holding his hand out to you. His mask sat at the foot of your bed and your eyes looked to that before looking at him fully. He ruffled his flat hair with his free hand, as he looked down at you. ‘Come on.’ 

You raised your eyebrows, slowly getting up out of bed. For the second time in your life, you placed your hand in his, and he pulled you to your feet before letting go. ‘Where are we going?’ 

‘The bathroom,’ he said, motioning for you to walk in front of him. 

You comply with his request, slipping on your slippers before the pair of you walked through the base to the restroom you had been using which was located in the infirmary. The nurse did not bat an eye when the pair of you walked in together, and when Keegan closed the door, you caught sight of a chair sitting in the centre of the room — a chair that had not been there before. Turning to him, you stared at him. 

‘Did you plan this?’ you asked. 

‘Maybe,’ he retorted, ‘go on, sit.’ 

You approached the chair with caution, eyes to the ground in an attempt to distract from the shower. He only moves when you’re sat down, moving so he’s standing behind you. His fingers graced your head, tangling in your hair as he attempts to brush it out. You cringed, nose scrunching from the tugging at your scalp, hissing when he hit a particular large knot. 

‘Sorry,’ he said, pulling his hands away from your head. ‘Hows your shoulder?’ 

You heard shifting behind you, the clink of the shower being dislodged resulting in your heartbeat quickening. You swallowed back your desire to vomit, humming, ‘it’s getting better, nowhere near as bad as it was.’ 

‘Good.’

You couldn’t see what he was doing, however, a flush of water caught your attention and you screwed your eyes shut, quite sure your shoulders were touching the lobes of your ears as you tensed.

His hand graced your scalp once more, ‘you’re okay, I’ve got you.'

The edges of your hair grew heavy as he held the shower over them, all air in your lungs expelling as you focused on the fact that the man who saved you was the one there with you. ‘There has been word around the base,’ he began, ‘Elias wants you to join our force.’

Your eyes opened wide. ‘W- What?’ 

‘There’s been discussion,’ he began, carefully moving the shower further up to head. Your palms were damp from the progression, hearing the water smack against the ground as pours from your hair. ‘Elias thinks you’d be a good contribution.’ 

‘I’m not… I’m not as talented as the rest of you.’ 

‘Even then, there’s potential, kid,’ he said, the tips of his fingers pressing against your forehead as he moved your head gently, being sure to soak the entirety of your head, keeping the water well away from your eyes. ‘And I’ll train you.’ 

You let out a laugh. ‘Really?’ 

‘Yes,’ he confirmed, ‘I think you’re forgetting the rest of your squad was wiped but you’re still here. Shit’s impressive.’ 

‘Even to you?’ 

‘Even to me.'

‘Even in the state I’m in?’ 

‘Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think you were something special,’ he added, turning the shower off.

The silence was filled with his breath and the sound of a click as he opened the lid off a bottle of shampoo. His hands felt like home in the way he scrubbed your grubby locks of hair, being sure to be gentle as he kept the soap out of your eyes. Leaning back into the chair, you humoured the idea that you were back home in the salon, getting your hair washed for some sort of important event. 

It was something you and your mother had made a tradition whenever you returned home for one of the family holidays. The price was ludicrous, you’d state that a lot and, for the first few trips, you would be firm in your stance that it was a waste of money. However, you’d never known peace like it: sitting in a salon chair, the quiet murmuring of voices as your head was massaged.

It almost made the ridiculous price point worth it.

Until that point as you found that Keegan’s hands felt just the same — if not better. Closing your eyes, you allowed them to rest. You could hear his breath as he washed your hair, the occasional droplet of water landing in the puddle that had formed in the wet room. 

He only spoke again when he had turned the shower on, beginning to wash away the soap in your hair. ‘When Elias tells you, act surprised.’ 

Your brow creased. ‘Am I not supposed to know?’ 

‘No,’ he said, ‘he wanted to tell you himself.’ 

Had you not had your head as such an awkward angle, you would have turned to stare at him. However, the best you could do was a look of raised eyebrows are you attempts to catch a glimpse of him. ‘Why did you tell me now?’ 

‘Because you look miserable,’ he answered, ‘figured you needed something to look forward to while getting better.’ 

‘Was it that obvious?’ 

‘Yes,’ he said, ‘you like to read?’ 

‘Mhm,’ you hummed, ‘I have a ton of books back at my base. Every time I get a new one I always end up getting deployed, so I’ve got a lot to read.’ 

‘I have some books in my room,’ he said, ‘Ajax reads a lot too, I’ll ask him if he’s got some.’ 

‘Are you sure?’ you asked, flinching when a droplet of water rolled down your face. His thumb was quick to catch it, wiping it away. ‘I- I already feel like I’ve been too much of a bother.’

‘You’re good, kid, don’t worry,’ he reassured, his touch on your face lingering despite his hand finding its way back to your hair, ‘you like fiction?’ 

‘Yup… you?’ 

‘Non-fiction mostly.’ 

‘That fits you,’ you said. 

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ 

‘It’s not an insult,’ you said, ‘just… it suits you. I don’t know why, it just does.’

He chuckled, ‘well, thanks… I guess.’ 

You smiled at the sound of his laughter. ‘You are most welcome.’ 

The rest of the process, whilst still painful, was made a lot better by the small talk he engaged you in an attempt to humour you. His distraction worked well and the sound of his voice kept you from breaking down completely into a fit of panic from the feeling of the water touching your skin. How generous he had been to spend such time with you, and when your hair was dry and you were sitting alone that night, while tucking into a book he had borrowed from Ajax, you wondered if he too enjoyed his time there with you, or if he had some place he would have rather been. 

[agent-oo-z]

Ok it’s been too long since I’ve spoken about BG3 headcanons. Instead of talking about my Tavs though I’m gonna talk about the companions!

POTENTIAL SPOILERS BELOW!

No Minthara because I have yet to recruit her in one of my games, sorry!!! I love her I just haven’t had the ability to play with her and all that.

Halsin

Halsin does not have sculpted abs. He’s got a stomach. I mean come on he’s literally a bear.

He loves talking about the ecology of the various environments you visit. He knows so much about so many plants and animals and fungi.

If you ask him to, Halsin will braid your hair for you. Social grooming is very important to him.

He loves to play with scratch and the owl bear cub in wild shape. He takes the shape of a wolf most often so he’s not too big.

Halsin keeps a nature journal! It’s like his own private version of inaturalist. He tracks the species he sees and where he sees them.

Gale

Gale is skinny and a bit toned during the start of the game, but as he is encouraged to take better care of himself he puts on some weight.

He is constantly asking Halsin about various creatures and Druidic magic. The man’s a nerd, he’s got so many questions and Halsin is kind and patient enough to actually enjoy answering them. They’re great academic buddies. When Gale becomes a professor he invites Halsin to give lectures on ecology and Druidic magic.

Gale has created spells that allow him to make a magic kitchen while on the road. This way he can use more than a campfire to cook.

He loves to stargaze and will point out his favorite constellations if you ask to join him.

Astarion

While he’s good at mending and sewing, Astarion enjoys making perfume far more. He eventually develops perfumes based on each of the traveling companions.

Astarion teaches the entire camp how to wash blood out of clothing and gear because someone has to. Also he refuses to do everyone’s laundry for them.

He often goes with Halsin to forage for herbs and flowers. It’s a chance to stock up on supplies for his perfumes and also to manipulate bond with the Druid.

Him and Shadowheart often discuss poisons together. They have a secret game early in the adventure where they say how they would poison each member of the group, what poison they would use, and why. When both of them start to feel accepted and cared for they switch to talking about what poisons best represent the group members instead.

Shadowheart

She spends a lot of time at camp by herself, even after rejecting Shar. She values alone time. It also allows her a chance to process what has happened to her and what she has lost.

Scratch sleeps with her most nights after he joins the camp. At first she’s annoyed by it(a ‘pet’ distracts from her mission) but it’s not very long before she’s cuddling with him.

Shadowheart collects trinkets after converting. She wants to surround herself with things she enjoys.

Lae’zel

Since she travels with a grindstone, Lae’zel helps everyone maintain their weapons. Not out of kindness at first, but because her allies being weak and having subpar gear makes her weak. Eventually tho she teaches everyone how to do it themselves to help them be stronger(and because helping people care for their weapons is a friendly gesture).

She develops a special bond with Gale and Shadowheart, as all three were manipulated/used/abandoned by their deities. She doesn’t exactly know how to support the others as the process things, but she is Faerun’s greatest hype man and constantly reminds them that the gods were cruel and foolish for what they did.

Lae’zel and Halsin help each other maintain their braids. Hers are more intricate and decorated but Halsin is more than able to put them in properly.

Wyll

Wyll spends a lot of time with Karlach after he refuses to kill her. At first because he wants to apologize for hunting her and prove he can be trusted, then after the transformation for advice on how to live life with horns, and finally because he just loves to spend time with her.

While he wasn’t exactly “shy” before his transformation, Wyll starts bathing last because his own body has become unfamiliar and he no longer feels comfortable being seen without at least a shirt and some pants on.

When the others realize that he’s struggling with his body more than he lets on they do their best to help in their own ways. Karlach teaches him how to care for his horns properly, Halsin helps him learn how to braid his hair around them, Astarion finds clothing that is not only comfortable and modest but also makes him look really good, Lae’zel helps him adjust to the change in his center of gravity by sparring with him, and Gale tracks down books about teifling/fiend anatomy for him to read.

He’s really good with children. When Arabella and then Yenna join the camp he spends his evenings keeping them company, telling them stories, playing with them, etc. Karlach often joins him.

Karlach

She makes use of her unnatural heat to help with as many things around camp as she can. Drying clothes, cooking, heating water for bathing, being cozy when it’s especially cold, etc. because if she can do good things with the engine it feels less like a curse.

Once she can touch people safely, she spends almost an entire evening just cuddling with as many people as possible. It starts with just Scratch and the owl bear cub. Then Halsin joins. Then she goes to find the others for hugs. Astarion jokes about how the two of them could probably reach normal temperatures if they just hugged for long enough.

She and Lae’zel bond quickly through their sparring. The two joke back and forth in their own ways and it confuses the other companions at first, because basically no one else has had a chance to learn Lae’zel’s sense of humor.

Karlach collects the various teddy bears and plush toys they encounter on the journey. Having nice, soft, cuddly things to curl up with makes her feel safe.

Jaheira

She knows how to get you fucked up beyond your wildest dreams. Smoking with her is an ORDEAL.

Jaheria speaks to the younger party members like they’re her kids. This doesn’t become clear until they visit her home, however, at which point said companions have various reactions(Karlach loves it, Lae’zel does not).

Minsc

Minsc quickly joins the sparring sessions. He also starts wrestling matches.

He can often be found having seemingly one sided conversations in camp, apparently talking to boo. The topics of these chats are vast and varied. Gale once heard him discussing the various meanings of different flowers in bouquets according to flower language.

[chaoticlad]

MORE dumb cp9 headcannons because I needed to store everything somewhere (part 2??)

Jabra is that guy in olive garden who see how long the waiter will grate cheese for

Growing up, Lucci was the one who took care of Kalifa and Kaku, plus he was crazy overprotective over them

Kaku was the final member who had never tried smelling salts but once he did he sniffed it really close and couldn't breathe properly for like- 2 weeks

Blueno and Lucci makes little figurines of the cp9 members

Jabra once punched Spandam in the crotch as hard as he could because intrusive thoughts (he claimed it was a fly)

Kalifa and Kaku are the Bill Nye of the crew

Kumadori went through multiple emo phases

Fukurou and Jabra teach Lucci brainrot words

Kumadori was the "Santa" of the crew when they were still kids (Lucci never fell for it)

Besides Spandam, Kalifa and Kaku are the shortest members

since they were all band kids, they come together every once a while and learn a song to play together, like an orchestra but really tiny

Kumadori and Kaku have severe arachnophobia

They play uno every Friday night (along with Monopoly) and no matter what, they always end is a 1v1 battle to the death because someone placed a plus 4 on Jabra or Fukurou

Kalifa could set water on fire if you left her alone in the kitchen

the entire crew (besides Lucci) wanted to get a dog but stupid SPANDAM fed a fruit to a sword and said they didn't need a dog anymore (he got a crazy beating [even from Lucci] but funkfreed was equally as good anyways)

Lucci would NEVER admit it but he has mild separation anxiety when he's away from any of the crew and is always around them for safety (except Spandam)

When Fukurou found out about THOSE ships (ahem) he immediately told everyone all the pairings of them at the dinner table and Kalifa even threw up

Lucci takes his trombone every once in a while and blasts it as loud as he can Infront of Jabra or Spandam's door at 2AM

Kaku has the BIGGEST Pokemon card collection you have EVER seen (40% of them are girafarig cards anyways)

Friday is always game night

When playing ssbu, Lucci plays as incineroar, Kaku as game n' watch (or Luigi), Kalifa as zero suit Samus, Blueno as villager, Jabra as wolf (and daisy), Fukurou as pac man, and Kumadori as kirby

Lucci really likes the olive garden bread sticks

Kaku cooks spaghetti a crazy amount - like 4 times a week (Blueno knows Kaku doesn't like spaghetti himself so he makes him whatever Kaku wants while the rest just eat his spaghetti because they LOVE it)

Kalifa is a HUGE Splatoon fan

Jabra has a fursona

Blueno has the lowest spice tolerance

Kaku and Lucci play Lego and build ship models in secret

Whenever they get a hotel, it doesn’t matter how small it is they WILL all sleep in the same room

Kaku is actually the heaviest drinker when it comes to alcohol or beer, but he hates the taste so he sticks with juice (kalifa and Lucci are tied for second)

Jabra will never admit he's TERRIFIED of horror movies

when they walk into Kumadori's room they're hit with is the strongest smell of gingerbread candles in the middle of august

Kaku has never eaten any Mexican food

Literally all of cp9 has this weird thing where they randomly just start holding back tears and barge into one of their rooms to cry about how much they love them (it's become a meeting at this point whenever this happens they call code crew and they all just go to the same room to hang out until the person feels better)

Fukurou and Jabra still have to count with their fingers

They've all known each other since they were mere kids

Jabra often tries to get Hattori to like him more than Lucci but fails miserably every time

Kalifa shops at hot topic

Kumadori is the instagram influencer who takes pictures of his food

Lucci's den den has countless pictures of the crew, even some really dumb ones

Kaku is the only one who can breakdance and has a ddr machine in the game room

Kalifa, Kaku, and Spandam love playing with Jabra and Kumadori's hair

Blueno has an addiction to coffee (it's the only thing that keeps him awake)

Jabra drinks milk from the carton and the whole crew thinks that's gross AF so Blueno has to buy multiple extra cartons, exclusively for Jabra cause he's gross

They're all close enough to share spit without complaining or anything like- they drink from the same cup, they just eat eachother's food like it's their own and even share gum if they're desperate

Blueno teaches Jabra how to shake drinks so he can impress the ladies

Lucci makes Spandam call him by his full name because he isn't "cp9" close

Kaku uses Jabra as a verb when describing something really stupid

Kalifa, Lucci, Kaku, Jabra, and blueno all know Morse code and it looks really stupid when Lucci and Jabra are arguing through Morse code

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 31

“Demonic beasts that look like this can be boiled and eaten. The boiling takes a while, but it will be much better in terms of nutrition and warmth.”

The maids and knights gathered in a circle around me and took notes.

Fortunately, they nodded in understanding despite my crude explanation. They discussed what other demonic beasts could be eaten like this as well as what other kinds of stuffings they could use.

‘I think this is enough for explanations. The duck baeksuk should be done by now.’

I rubbed my sore shoulders and checked the system window that popped up.

[‘Summon’ will be canceled in 5 minutes.]

‘Looks like I won’t be able to taste test it.’

I told my goodbyes to the workers I became closer with and headed to the warehouse in the corner. As I went in and closed the door, I heard Kyle’s voice from a distance.

“You’re late.”

I smiled at his voice looking for me as the white light enveloped my body.

*

To live an hour like a day was tiring. I sighed on top of the sawdust.

I didn’t know how long I slept since I used ‘Summon’, but when I opened my eyes, Kyle was tearing pieces of duck baeksuk into my food bowl.

―Squeak. (What are you doing.)

“Sorry for waking you up. But this is good timing. Eat while it’s still warm.”

Kyle placed the bowl in front of me. I looked at the disheveled appearance of the baeksuk I made.

‘Hmm. It cooked well.’

Baeksuk should be boiled for a long time to be delicious.

I held the meat that Kyle shredded with both hands and took a bite.

The soft flesh with a greasy texture melted in my mouth. I think this tasted better than a regular duck. I wonder if it was because it had more exercise as a demonic beast?

As I mindlessly devoured the meat, Kyle gently stroked my forehead with his index finger and smiled happily.

“This food was invented by him. How did someone so brilliant come here?”

―Squeak squeak. (I came here by dying, man.)

“I have to return this favor properly, but I don’t know what would be good.”

―Squeak squee-, squeak. (Give me money. Money is best.)

I ate all the baeksuk with not a single leftover as Kyle contemplated seriously. Perhaps because of my small body, my stomach felt like it would explode after eating only a handful.

I stretched my arms out. Kyle watched me as if he thought I was the cutest thing in the world and put me onto his palm to carry me out the study.

“I don’t think I have been paying attention to you for a while, so let’s sleep together tonight.”

Kyle laid me down on a handkerchief beautifully embroidered with flowers. He then laid down next to me and stroked me endlessly.

Just when I thought I was going to become a hairless hamster, he ended up closing his eyes first.

‘He must’ve been very tired.’

Anyways, I wonder if his arm is okay?

I stood up and inspected Kyle’s arm. It was still covered in bandages, but he didn’t seem to have any major problems using the arm.

His tough hands were filled with numerous cuts. I massaged them hoping that they’d heal a bit more faster.

Be healthy.

You must be healthy for me to stop worrying.

*

The Northerners were quick to learn new things, as they were veterans who already had experience in making something from nothing but dry land.

They also had good adaptability. Not only were they already making the baeksuk I taught them yesterday, they were also finishing up making the parkas. Teaching felt very rewarding.

Today again, I boiled the duck and even made porridge in front of the knights who caught the duck. As a delicious smell filled the kitchen, the surrounding people began to crowd here.

“Oh…… wow. This… this is really delicious?”

“How could we have never thought about eating like this! It’s a lot better than frying, don’t you think?”

“Please cook like this from now on. Also here, you can eat it more deliciously if you scorch the rice.”

This was the kind of food the owner of my rented room in my past life liked. I once made it for them because I was indebted to them, but they ended up coming to me often to make it for them.

It should be delicious. I’ve been working part-time in a restaurant for years. I know how to cook most dishes decently, at least.

“I suppose you could use the leftover meat to make jerkies. Oh, and, continue to make quilted clothes with the duck feathers.”

I sat next to the maids who were sewing besides a basket full of the demonic beasts’ feathers. The maids greeted me warmly.

The welcoming atmosphere made me feel good.

‘How long has it been since I did something with others like this?’

I developed the game almost by myself, and after graduating from school, I had to leave my uncle’s house to become independent. After my parents passed away, I had no meaningful memories of being with other people. I was busy working part-time in college and taking classes.

‘I sure lived a boring life.’

I put the feathers between the fabric and moved the needle diligently.

The thickly sealed fabric could be used as clothing or as cushion. From afar, they looked like blankets.

I smiled happily and looked at the people around me.

Then, a system window blinked before my eyes.

[‘Summon’ will be canceled in 3 minutes]

“…….”

Already?

I jumped up from my seat. The attention of the people who were once chatting harmoniously suddenly focused onto me.

I laughed awkwardly and made an excuse.

“Something urgent came up, so I’ll be leaving first.”

“Already? You should stay a bit longer!”

“It’s quite important so…”

I turned around and was about to leave when―.

[You have opened up the possibility of a prosperous life for the residents of the Blake estate.]

[Hidden quest, ‘Godfather of the North’ achieved!]

[Miracle Value has increased.]

[Current Miracle Value 21.0%]

[A passive effect has been achieved. Anyone who is a member of the North will favor you.]

[The duration of ‘Summon’ has been extended.]

[‘Summon’ will be canceled in 62 minutes.]

The system windows popped up all at once, then disappeared without even having me a chance to touch it. Smiling with utmost satisfaction, I turned around and sat again.

“……Weren’t you going to go?”

“Oh. I was given extra time.”

One of the maids looked at me strangely and then suddenly turned back their head. I made a confused expression on my face upon seeing that and inserted the needle into the fabric once again.

But…… what was it. Was it just my imagination?

The other people who had been chatting before quieted down as if cold water was poured on them. Just like kids who played during the night study time and then pretended to study when the teacher came in……

At that time, a long shadow fell over my head.

“You guys sure look like you’re having fun.”

It was Kyle. So you were the culprit.

I tilted my head back and lifted the fabric I was working on. Then, I spoke in a calm voice.

“Would you like to do this too? Or do you not have this kind of dexterity.”

The surrounding remained silent. Kyle smiled lightly and supported my back. He put his arm around my knees and lifted them.

“Sure.”

“……No. Why are you lifting me up?”

“I’ll have to borrow you for a moment.”

“Why!?”

Kyle carried me away without answering me.

I felt discontent until I realized his destination. ……Are you serious? Is it the study? Why are you so obsessed with the study!?

‘System! Open the store, the store!’

[☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆]

[!Nut Store!]

Forget the sparkly neon sign. I hit the Love Love Corner like a mad man with sweat falling down my forehead.

[╰（‵□′）╯]

Okay, okay. Next time I’ll press the button only once so hurry up.

[Love Love Corner~❤]

I chewed my nails nervously, looking back and forth between the study and the system window.

‘……So how many Hearts did I have again?’

Didn’t I use a lot last time?

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×52]

“…….”

I slapped my face.

From my memory, the replica hamster lasted 30 minutes and costed 100 hearts.

Alright. I admit this was karma. I shouldn’t have bought the damned hamster clothes and the yarn. This was why people have to save money in case of emergency.

I trembled, cursing my past self. Kyle looked down with a puzzled face and asked, “Are you hurting anywhere?”, but I just shook my head.

Let’s calm down.

There may be a way out of this predicament.

[Replica hamster to soothe the loneliness (Duration : 30 minutes) ｜ ❤×100]

The purchasable items were in blue, and the non-purchasable ones were gray. Of course, the replica hamster was colored gray.

Now. Let’s make it half the price just for today. 50 Hearts for 15 minutes. How’s that? You could adjust it right?

[ಠ﹏ಠ]

It was a difficult expression.

I smiled nicely and started rambling to the system.

‘Think about it. It’s your loss if I get caught.’

I don’t know why you are even helping me, but isn’t it because there’s a benefit to it? Whether it’s Miracle Points or Hearts, wouldn’t it be good if I were to spend more?

[￣へ￣]

Truly a disappointing response.

Then what else could I do. I’ll have to change my methods.

I licked my lips and smiled softly. When persuading someone, impressions were important. Wasn’t there a saying that you can’t spit on a smiling face?

So I clasped both my hands together with a bright smile on my face and muttered softly.

‘Would it be faster for me to bash the button and break the store, or would it be faster for you to give me a discount?’

[(°▽°)]

The system paused for a moment as if it were thinking and let out a [……Loading……] window before opening the renewed shop.

I waved away a series of dissatisfied emotes. Those weren’t important right now. I was in a hurry.

While I was looking for the replica hamster, Kyle has already arrived in front of the study. Luckily, I made it on time.

[‘Replica hamster to soothe the loneliness’ has been added to your inventory!]

I felt a sense of relief and looked up. I made eye contact with Kyle.

“……Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Your expressions were amusing, so I was wondering what you were thinking.”

“…….”

I opened and closed my mouth without being able to say anything back, and in the end just let out a cough.

Kyle was about to say something, but someone passed by and bowed to him. Seeing his clothes and the book in his hands, he seemed to be a magician.

“Tomorrow afternoon, I will come see you in the study, Your Highness.”

“Alright.”

Hm? Why are they meeting tomorrow? What is it? Magician?

I fixed my gaze at Kyle hoping to receive an explanation from him. He opened the door using his shoulder and entered the study room.

“Cashew hasn’t been growing much lately, so I asked a magician to take a look at it. I can use magic myself, but I am not skilled enough to fine-tune the details or to see others’ magic. It would be best to leave this to the experts.”

“……Oh. Oooh.”

If my life were a rollercoaster, the only path it would go was downwards. No, rather than a rollercoaster, this was more like a bungee jump. A jump with its rope cut off.

How could you do this to me?

I wanted to say that it would grow on its own even if it wasn’t injected with mana…… should I say that to him now? No, no. It would be suspicious if I told him this late.

‘Hey. System. Would it be alright for me to accept the mana into my body? Will anything happen?’

[¯_(‘0’)_/¯]

……Understood. So you don’t know anything either.

I got down from his arms, sighed, and carefully placed the replica hamster into the nest.

I don’t know anymore. What happens, happens. It’s already difficult for me to solve the misfortune in front of me right now.

“Now, where is our demonic beast.”

As I pretended to look for the hamster carelessly, Kyle came over and grabbed my hand that was scrambling through the sawdust.

“Didn’t you say it would get surprised if you searched for it like that.”

“Ah, yes…….”

Kyle gently held the crying replica hamster in his hands and inspected it for a while. This needlessly sharp bastard.

I praised the replica hamster excessively to redirect Kyle’s attention. Wow! Our demonic beast! Wow! You squeak so well!

Fortunately, I was able to have him sit down for tea before 15 minutes passed. I also gave him needles and fabric to teach him how to make quilts.

Please spend your time with this from now on. Don’t bother the hamster for no reason.

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[doobnnoob-tf2]

The Mercs go to the park. What are each of them up to?

Scout: he's the first one out of the vehicles, not even waiting for them to completely stop before he's out of his seatbelt and throwing open the door. he starts off attempting to flirt with a few moms there, before he turns his attention to a group of kids playing catch. he spends the rest of the afternoon there teaching them how to properly play baseball

Soldier: no one knows how he did it, someone suspects he stole a bag of peanuts from an old lady. but he's gotten together all of the squirrels in the area and has trained them into being his own, personal army. some are even wearing acorn caps as tiny helmets and they all sit up in trees and pelt every adult, child, and animal with various nuts as they pass by below

Pyro: they immediately bolt for the play equipment before anyone can stop them, which startles quite a few of the parents. however, when a group of older kids enter the park and start to bully some of the younger kids, they're quick to scare them all off. after that, the parents appoint them the park babysitter for the afternoon and they spend the rest of their time playing on the equipment with the kids

Demoman: it's hot outside, so he grabbed his swim trunks and goes right for the water area with all the sprinklers and whatnot. he gets many looks, but no one bothers him after he starts pretend fighting the giant dragon that sprays water out of its mouth from time to time. it's entertaining for the adults and kids. it all comes to an end when after he thinks he's defeated the beast, it blasts him in the back. he has a very dramatic death scene and the kids all go pick flowers to lay on his "corpse"

Heavy: he goes and finds a shady bench to sit at with Medic, both to people watch and to feed the birds. he brings along one of his books as well as a portable music player to enjoy since they wanted to have their own private space without bothering anyone else. eventually, he has to take over feeding the birds solely and ends up covered in them by the time they're due to leave

Engineer: he already knew the park had a cookout area, and brought along things to cook for the team. what he didn't expect to have happen was for everyone else there to start bringing over things they brought as well for him to cook too. often paying him in beer to do so. he doesn't mind at all and enjoys the company it brings. however, there are several husbands and dads that glare at him from afar for showing them up when suddenly no one wants their cooking anymore

Medic: he finds a nice, shady, quiet spot with Heavy to sit and listen to music and chat and feed birds with. what he wasn't expecting however was for there to be a stowaway. not long into feeding the birds, he has a very jealous Archimedes attacking his head for daring to give other birds attention. which quickly turns into him watching Heavy feed the birds while he handfeeds Archimedes on his lap

Sniper: he said his plans to everyone before leaving: he was going to find a spot in the grass and lay down and take a nap. and when he got there, that's just what he did. he found himself a very nice spot, laid down, and dropped his hat on his face to sleep. someone eventually looks over and sees he's missing. no one thinks of it until they hear talks of a man who was currently in the dog park area, covered in dogs and playing with them all while their owners watch on

Spy: he sees the lawn care people leaving as they're pulling in and already knows what's to come. he smells the fresh cut grass the moment Scout opens the door and bails out and he can feel his eyes watering and getting itchy. he has a grass allergy and ends up turning into a miserable, grouchy mess, finding himself a bench far, FAR away from the others to sit at. he sits and complains to himself in as many languages are he can, sneezing and resisting every urge to rub his eyes

[sweetbunpura]

NRC relationship with Rollo and Yuu’s kids.

Lotta boys!

Heartslabyul:

Riddle tries... he swears he does with the three of them. Jehan is his saving grace with Celine being the second and Tadashi being the least.

Trey's favorite and the one he bounds with most is Celine. Jehan and Tadashi are not allowed in the bakery after covering each other with flour during a fight....and that is a recent ban.

Cater is the hype man for the kids. They're learning something new? Cater is encouraging them all the way there. He is the #bestuncle

Adeuce get counted as one cause Yuu doesn't trust Ace to watch the kids alone. The pair love the kids, and the kids love them.

Savanaclaw

Leona won't openly say it out loud, but he honestly adores the kids, but namely Celine. Does like teaching and kicking Tadashi's butt in chess.

Everytime the kids hang out with Ruggie, they learn how to steal something. Old habits die fast, so Ruggie passes them on as skills. Rollo has several issues about this.

Jack is one of the best uncles/godparents known to the family. Thank the seven for Jack and his ability to wrangle Tadashi.

Octavinelle

Azul teaches the kids some life skills, how to study properly, how to manage to their money, how to trick unsuspecting people, I mean what?

Jade and Floyd shouldn't be allowed to watch the three of them unsupervised! Jehan knows mutiple ways to poison someone with mushrooms, Tadashi picked up learning how to squeeze people, Celine is just spoiled by the twins.

Scarabia

Kalim 100% spoils all of the kids, anytime they visit, they come back with multiple suitcases full of stuff Kalim either bought them or gave to them.

Seven bless Jamil, He's free and he still decides to watch the kids on occasions. He teaches Celine some stuff, Jehan is well behaved enough to not cause problems, and Tadashi is duck tapped to the ceiling-no, don't ask how he got up there.

Pomefiore

Vil loves the kids because they get somewhat spoiled with him, but they all have to be on their best behavior. So Celine and Jehan gang up on Tadashi to make sure he's behaving.

Rook.... Rook watches the kids when he's one of the last options Yuu and Rollo have. Cause Rook will watch the kids and bring the fear of the seven in them as well.

Epel's been teaching them to use their cuteness as weapons, Rollo questions everythin, Yuu jokes that out of all the things Vil taught him, this is the one that sticks.

Ignihyde

Idia doesn't exactly watch them, but he likes them because they're Yuu's kids. Watching them is Ortho's job

Ortho spoils them non-stop and loves being called uncle.

Diasomnia

Mallues, also known as Jehan's favorite uncle. He truly loves all of the kids and gives them his blessing each time they were born. Malleus has joked about raising Jehan in Briar Valley and Yuu had to stop Rollo from attacking him.

Lilia, worlds greatest grandpa who is not allowed to cook. He couldn't say no to not being the kid's grandparent, he loves them so much.

Silver's calm which is perfect for Celine and Jehan. He loves the kids and is proud to be named "Uncle" and godparent.

Sebek never really lost the volume of his voice and Tadashi always causes him to raise it. Despite how loud he is, he promised the Flamme family that he would protect the kids with his life.