#begging on their knees for the fans to forgive them if they did take this down fuck them so so much

[reel-fear]

Hey if anyone wants to check out Moving Pictures Redrawn [a fan-made remake of the first chapter of BATIM that Mike n Meatly may have ordered to be taken down? It's unsure at the moment] Guess who downloaded a copy before they did that~

[mychapel-004]

FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!

i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.

i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.

in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.

this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable

it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.

then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.

he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.

finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.

it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.

in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.

[mikupink]

18 Men for the 18+ (Part 1)

!! NSFW !!

You have been warned.

• Characters: Scaramouche, Tighnari, Childe, Thoma, Venti

• Word count: >300 each

• Female reader, slight degradation (Scaramouche) and spanking (Childe)

(Forgive the cringe title.)

Scaramouche

“Such a slut,” Scaramouche gently pulled your hair away and held it as you took his cock in your mouth. “That’s right, take it all in,” he whispered while watching you suck. When tears began to form in the corners of your eyes, Scaramouche slightly pulled himself out while petting your hair. “If you can’t handle it, you’re free to stop, (Y/N),” he smirked. You mumbled a reply sending vibrations up his dick. “Hah…” Scaramouche exhaled a shaky moan. “Let’s see what happens when you continue teasing me.” You suppressed a smile, deciding to toy with him further. Slowly, you pulled away from his cock, and leaned in to lick the slit, all while fluttering your lashes at his annoyed and flustered expression. Scaramouche let go of your hair, letting it fall. “Get up, you shameless little slut,” he demanded as you shakily got up, your knees hurt a little. Scaramouche took notice of your knees and pulled you close. “I’ll take care of you later. But right now I need to punish you, my naughty girl,” he whispered in your ear. He pushed you until your back was leaning against the wall while he was whispering dirty things in your ear such as how he was going to fuck you, how he wanted to make you cum on his fingers, how he wanted to overstimulate you until you begged him to stop; he simply wanted to break you. “Spread your legs.” Scaramouche demanded. “Wider.” He slipped his hand into your panties, groping and rubbing your pussy. He slid his slender fingers in, exploring until he rubbed against your special spot. His fingers moved faster and faster, your sweet release on the edge until you came, legs shaking. But Scaramouche didn’t stop. He slowed his fingers down but he was still fingering your squelching hole. You reached down and grabbed his wrist with both hands, whispering a ‘stop,’ and ‘it’s too much,’ but he simply clicked his tongue. “I did say I was going to punish you,” he said as he snatched your wrists together and pinned them above your head. “If you can cum a few more times on my fingers, then I’ll fill you up with my cock.”

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Tighnari

He was gentle. Always gentle with you. Tighnari hovered over you on the bed, nipping at the base of your neck, eliciting the tiniest whimpers from you. His hand slowly slithered up your chest and lightly closed his fingers around your neck. His mouth moved to your shoulder, and grazed upon your skin with his teeth. Again, very lightly, as you attempted to stop shivering from Tighnari’s feathery touches. He let out a breathy chuckle, “Does it feel good?” You replied with a yes, feeling his mouth open wider and bit gently onto your neck. How could you stop the moans as he kissed, and kissed, and kissed the spot that sent shivers up your spine. His long ears brushed against your face as he sucked and licked your breasts. You almost wanted to take one of his soft ears into your mouth, wondering how he would react. Instead you blew some air into his ear and felt him shudder. Tighnari stopped his ministrations on your chest and looked back at you. His cheeks were turning pink as he said, “You know my ears are sensitive. But don’t think…” He moved closer to your ear. “...Don’t think I won’t do the same to you.” You felt his hot breath fan against your ear. It was a ticklish feeling. Tighnari began to lick the shell of your ear and took your earlobe between his lips. His tongue was brushing against your ear, coating it with his saliva and then he kissed the spot right under your earlobe. You reached out to grab his ears, eager to see his reaction. “Mmh…” Tighnari whined. “I can’t wait any longer.” His cock strained against his pants. He swiftly slipped it out, tapping it against your clit. “Try not to be too loud, okay?” He smiled.

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Childe

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you~?” Childe smirked as his hand slapped your ass again. He had you splayed out on his lap with you lying on your stomach with your clothes pulled down and hanging on your calves. “Teasing me like that, grabbing me like you want me to bend you over and fuck you hard…!” Smack. You gasped out a moan as he caressed your skin with his calloused hand. “Now, you have all my attention, girlie.” His slapping ceased as he gently touched your pussy with his fingertips. “And you’re so wet for me…” Childe slowly pushed a finger in and revelled in hearing your whimpering. “How long will it take for you to cum now, I wonder~?” His free hand groped your chest before flipping you around so you laid on your back against the comfortable bedsheets. His fingers returned to your pussy, softly grazing the clit while he leaned over you, lips pressed close to your ear. “I know you’re so sensitive here,” he whispered as he massaged your clit before once again dipping his fingers into your heat. Your climax was building up fast as he flexed his fingers upward to rub against that spot that had you shaking your thighs, wanting to close them tightly. Obviously, Childe noticed and moved his knee in between your thighs. He moved away from your ear and grabbed your leg and hooked it on his shoulder. He began to rub faster as your climax approached. His fingers were relentless as you orgasmed, spasming as his rubbing slowed down and eventually stopped. Childe brought his fingers that were coated in your essence close to his mouth, licking and sucking his fingers while he watched you calm down. “It’s not over yet, (Y/N).” He said as you glanced down at his pants, his cock begging to be freed from its restraints.

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Thoma

A gasp was heard in the kitchen as you realised what a mess you made… cream, dripping down your face to your chest… some of it even dripping onto the floor. What’s worse, Thoma had decided that it was the perfect moment to check up on what you were doing. “...(Y/N)? Are you… okay?” Thoma carefully walked closer to you, grabbing a cloth and wiping the cream off your face. He couldn’t help looking at how delicious it seemed, his lovable girlfriend covered in white cream… a delectable dessert… His eyes narrowed as he took off your apron, and noticed there was some cream on your neck. You were still reeling in the shock of cream exploding on you that it took you a moment to see the lustful gaze on Thoma’s face. “I’ll get you cleaned up okay?” He said as he slowly licked your cheek. What sort of cleaning method was this? You wondered as Thoma kissed you, tongue slipping in and rubbing against yours. He then moved to your neck, licking and kissing wherever the cream was. Even if he already licked away the cream, he was still caressing your neck softly with his tongue. You shuddered at the contact of his tongue, as Thoma moved down to your chest, slipping off your top and immediately sucking on a nipple. You gasped in pleasure as he kissed, licked, and sucked on your nipple, while his hand toyed with the other. When he decided to swap sides, you pushed his face closer to your breasts, his mouth engulfing the skin of your breast more. Thoma mumbled something, then began to suck on your breast, causing a thrill of pleasure to run through your body. You felt wetter and wetter, as he continued to toy with your breasts until you felt too sensitive and pushed his face away. Thoma chuckled at your reaction, before slipping his fingers into your panties for a taste of his favourite cream.

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Venti

The night wind blew through your hair as you sat comfortably on your boyfriend. Not on his lap, but on his face, as he hungrily lapped up your juices. “V-Venti…!” You gasped as his hands gripped your thighs, not allowing you to move away as he thrusted his tongue deep inside you. One of your hands was pressed against your mouth to muffle your moans while the other was pulling Venti’s hair. Starsnatch Cliff was a popular spot for lovers after all, so the two of you found a secluded area for… such activities… He continued rubbing against your walls with his tongue as his fingers slowly crept towards your clit, touching very softly, causing your thighs to squeeze his face. You glanced down at him and noticed that he had a teasing little light in his eyes as he looked up at you, gradually rubbing your clit faster until you orgasmed in his mouth. If only he stopped there. No, he wanted to make you feel even better. With just a little bit of overstimulation. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, he doesn’t want to hurt you, he just wants to make you feel good. His thrusting slowed down considerably but his tongue was still inside, exploring slowly and softly while you squirmed and trembled on his face. Eventually you calmed down enough and began to grind on his face, chasing another orgasm. It felt much stronger, as Venti began thrusting his tongue roughly, more faster than during your previous release. You felt him saying something, or at least attempted to say something, the vibrations of his voice only adding to the pleasure. His fingers then lightly hit your clit, jolting you as he continued tapping until you slumped over, after a powerful orgasm. You couldn’t handle his mouth on your sensitive pussy any longer and slowly lifted yourself off him. Venti sat up, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. “My sweet and adorable flower…” he pressed himself to your back. “You don’t really think that’s the end, right?” With a sly smirk, the bard whispered close to your ear, “After all, it’s only right to return the favour…”

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Thank you for reading <3

Upcoming characters: Kaeya, Alhaitham, Xiao, Diluc, Gorou, Albedo, Cyno, Ayato, Itto, Kaveh, Zhongli, Heizou, Kazuha

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 3: Entangled Ambitions - A Pact Sealed in Royal Halls

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

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Satoru’s heart stops beating for a moment, eyes widen at the harsh words you just spit at him. How would someone like you know about his powers? He was always keen to hide them, never used his abilities in the presence of someone apart from Suguru and his family. He doesn’t even know you that well. You, the daughter of Naobito Zenin. How on earth did you find out?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You clear your throat, nerves threatening to fail you. This is the only chance you have left. If Gojo Satoru doesn’t rethink his decision…No, there is no way you’ll die again.

“I am talking about your ability to manipulate the area around you freely, the fact that you can distort space. You are also able to create barriers and voids that nullify any incoming attacks, which makes you almost invincible in battle and is responsible for your great reputation as a fighter. But if your followers get to know about the real reason behind your skills…You know how great the fear of people with special powers is in this country, that all of them get executed. Not even Your Majesty will be spared from this.”

You are walking on thin ice. He is the prince, after all. So much higher in his rank that it would be easy for him to get you executed due to false accusations. But this might be the only card you have left, your last spark of hope. If Gojo Satoru won’t marry you, your father will let you get killed. And apart from that, this might be the only chance you’ll get to meet your favourite characters. What about Geto and Nanami? If Naoya and Gojo exist, they are definitely somewhere in this world as well. You are literally living the dream of every anmie and manga fan.

Well, except for the stinging fact that you call Naobito your father and Naoya your stinky brother.

“That are some heavy accusations you’re throwing at me, Lady (y/n). You know as well as I do that I could get you executed right on the sport for your unwise words despite the fact that you are a daughter of the Zenin family”, he replies.

The way he crosses his legs while smiling down at you arrogantly makes the urge to fall onto your knees and beg him for forgiveness grow louder and louder. But no, this is exactly what he wants. At the moment, all Prince Satoru does is playing and testing you. You can’t allow yourself to be messed with. After all, he has absolutely zero clue about what he is in your old world, that you actually died and reincarnated here. He definitely does know that your life depends on his mercy, though. And that your proposal benefits both of you.

“Why did you decide on marrying me in the first place? Was it because you fell in love with my portrait or rather because your family forced you to choose a wife and you thought I wouldn’t cause trouble because I’m a Zenin, because you considered I would urge to get away from my possessing family as soon as possible?”

Threatening him any further has no use. After all, Gojo is aware of the fact that you know about his hidden talent. Instead, you should focus on things you can actually prove, things that are obvious.

“You are a very loudmouthed young lady. I expected you to be more sublime. As a member of the famous Zenin family, you sure got taught etiquette and obedience from a young age, didn’t you?”

He can’t help himself. Just one look into your glimmering lavender eyes makes him provocative you even further. Of course, every little thing you said is true. Yes, your words are a serious threat on his way to the throne. Yes, his family does in fact urge him every single day to decide on a wife. Your proposal is the best solution for both of you, allows him to carry on with his unbothered life without the responsibility to satisfy his finance’s needs. But still…

“I couldn’t care less about my ancestry, Prince Satoru. All I care about is my own freedom”, you clarify, determination dripping from each and every pore of your face.

“And if you don’t decide on helping me, I have to find another gentleman who suits my requirements better.”

“Another gentleman? You are aware of the fact that I’m the prince, right?”

Out of all the arguments you brought up in this conversation, this one is the one that bugs him the most. Out of some strange reason, the sheer thought of you getting promised to another man doesn’t sit right with Satoru.

“As a prince, you are far above my status anyway. If it weren’t for politics and the reliability when it comes to the advanced weapon technology of my family, I wouldn’t even be considered as your fiancé”, you argue in all seriousness.

“What if I don’t allow you to marry another man?”

“Then I will find my ways to do so.”

“Fine, I will propose to you at the ball this weekend.”

Wait…what? After all the arguments, the discussions and the stinging fact that he stares at you with narrowed eyes, he actually agreed on it? Just when you’re about to thank him and leave, he gets up and opens his full mouth.

“But I want to re-arrange the conditions to suit my needs as well.”

Your pounding heart almost stops inside of your chest. For a moment, you just sit there and stare at him plainly like an idiot. Gojo Satoru, having conditions? This definitely doesn’t sound appealing at all. But do you really have another chance? It might be true that you are able to find another gentleman, the anger of your father will carry on, though. And who knows if he wouldn’t kill you even if you marry another wealthy man. No, this engagement is your best and eventually only option.

“What conditions are we talking about, precisely?”

“Once a week, I am allowed to present you as my fiancée in a way I will decide on my own. As the prince and future ruler of this country, I need to reflect a strong relationship with my future queen to the outside. It has to be credible. Everyone must think that we are deeply in love with each other, Lady (y/n).”

Shivers run down your spine before you’re able to stop them. Just one look into his blue thirsty eyes…This man won’t touch you even in your sleep. Doesn’t he have multiple young women just waiting for a chance to hit on him? Playing his wife for an additional day of the week. How wasteful, considering that you’ll never be more than his fiancée, that this engagement will get cancelled the minute it doesn’t benefit both of you anymore.

“I will fulfil my role over the span our engagement last and accept your addition, Prince Satoru.”

“Great! Now that this is out of the way, let me tell you one last thing.”

Before you’re even able to react any further, he grabs your arm and pulls you close. For a moment, you forget how to breathe, your nose tingling by the exquisite scent that radiates from him. You actually never wondered about the way he smells. But now that he is so close you would be able to touch him, so close that you can feel his breath brushing over the bare skin of your face, heat begins to crawl up your spine. Suddenly you feel like fainting, the immense presence of him standing this closely to you simply taking your breath away.

“If you decide on betraying me by telling anyone about my secret, I will execute you. There are no real feelings between us, I won’t even bat an eyelash.”

“First, make sure you keep your end of the bargain, Prince”, you bite back out of instinct, holding his gaze without any mercy.

Does he really think you’re scared of him? He might be Gojo Satoru, the honoured one, the strongest, the prince of this country. You might have been surprised by the way he grabbed you out of thin air. You are still (y/n), still you.

Instead of backing up, you take another step towards him and grab the collar of his elegant jacket. But you know all of his dirty little secrets, parts of his past and future. You are definitely no one to be messed with as well.

“And make sure you don’t disappoint me.”

You let go of him as sudden as you grabbed him, creating a safe distance between both of you by crossing the room and coming to a stand in front of the exit.

“Send me an invitation to the ball along with a pricy bouquet of lavender flowers. It was an honour to visit you, Your Majesty. I am looking forward to our next meeting.”

One last polite curtsy, one last elegant smile. But just when you’re about to call the waiter in order to open the door for you, it swings open by itself.

And your cheek clashes into something particularly hard.

“Oh no, I am beyond sorry My Lady! I wasn’t aware of your presence!”

That voice…You get greeted by a pair of the manliest hands you’ve ever seen, hands gliding up his definitely toned arms. He lifts you off the ground as fast as you stumbled onto his, arms holding you into place tightly.

“You must be Lady (y/n), what a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Geto Suguru, the steward of Your Majesty.”

“S-Suguru?”

Your widen eyes focus on his face in an instant, heart almost beating out of your chest. All those times you admired his drawing, the way he acted so elegantly. The countless fanfictions you’ve read with this exact first meeting.

Only to end up with him in bed later on.

“That is my name”, the man in front of you replies along with a small laughter.

That smile. That oh so charismatic smile. And that manly smell, a mix of mint and leather. You force yourself to gift him with a smile and create a safe distance between both of you. So this is him, the best friend of Gojo Satoru. Even in this world, you can tell how close they are to each other.

Will it stay like this, though?

“I’m sorry, I must have hit my head a little too heart”, you comment, finally ripping your eyes away from his brown ones.

“Do you know each other?”, the firm voice of Prince Satoru interrupts.

A look into his face tells you that he isn’t amused by this sudden meeting at all.

“I’ve never seen Lady (y/n) apart from the portrait that was sent to you, Prince Satoru. But may I say, you look even more mesmerising in person.”

“Weren’t you about to leave when Sir Geto arrived, Lady (y/n)?”

Gojo smiles at you without his eyes, a cold glare decorating his face that is definitely supposed to intimidate you.

But instead of backing up, you take a risky step towards Geto Suguru and bow oh so sweetly.

“Oh Sir Geto, I don’t deserve your kind words. After all, it is you who is a feast for my eyes. No excuse me gentlemen, I still have lessons to attend. I hope we’ll meet each other again this weekend, Sir Geto. Have a nice week, Prince Satoru.”

Without gifting him another single look, you turn on your heel and walk out the door.

You did it. You convinced him to propose to you. But…is this really what you want? Is Gojo Satoru really what you want? Just the way he stared at you with arrogance dripping from each and every poor. Urgh, you fucking hate him. There’s no way to deny that he’s driving you over the edge. Why on earth does it have to be him? Why not Geto, what about Nanami?

Why does it have to be Gojo Satoru?

“She seems like a really nice young lady”, Suguru comments visibly amused while sitting in your former place.

“What your tongue, Suguru. She will me my fiancé after this week is over.”

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[bethagain]

I wanna talk about Ed’s apology to Izzy.

I’ve seen some consternation about it, but I thought that scene was absolute perfection. 

I love how Izzy’s opening lines show us his state of mind. He wants to be on speaking terms with Ed again, but he doesn't especially want to admit it.

He didn’t mistake Ed for Roach. That’s not even remotely believable. And although we’re clearly meant to think Izzy’s a bit drunk, if you look at the rate he’s been drinking he’s probably got a huge tolerance for alcohol. Otherwise he wouldn’t be upright. 

The script could have given Izzy some other way to insist he wasn’t trying to talk to Ed. “I didn’t see you there.” “I’m looking for sharks.” What he did say is even better, because it’s got an insult built in: “I thought you were someone I actually wanted to see.”

And Ed, who should be mortified, who should be on his knees begging forgiveness, slips right into talking to Izzy like they’re friends again. “Something’s wrong. Feels like a storm’s coming but I can’t see it.” 

It’s something you’d say to someone you’re comfortable with, someone you trust to weigh in. I think some fans wanted to see Ed open with an apology, but Blackbeard doesn’t apologize for things and Ed’s still figuring out how. Instead, the script gives us Ed avoiding the subject: If they don’t talk about it, maybe what he did can be swept under the rug. 

And Izzy’s going to let him do it. He tells Ed he thinks he’s being stupid about the storm, sure. A good first mate calls his captain on his bullshit. But he also passes over the bottle, and Ed takes it. Two comrades drinking together, drinking because life as a pirate is hard, drinking that much because they are tough men. They don’t have to talk, talking isn’t what they do. 

We’ve seen in both seasons that Izzy is used to taking Ed’s abuse. It’s been baked into the story. We’ve been told about Ed the brilliant pirate leader and Izzy the loyal first mate but what we’ve seen is twisted: Ed still brilliant but unstable, Izzy keeping him in line. Izzy trying to break away and failing, Ed taking him back every time. They are best friends and they are terrible for each other, and that is their frame.

But then! Taika and Con are both so good with the facial expressions. We can see the discomfort flickering across Ed’s face. Everything about this interaction has been set up so he could get away without apologizing. And I think that’s how the hurried “Sorry about your leg” hits as hard as it does for me, leaves me feeling something here has changed.  

And the scene confirms it: Even that small phrase is so huge that Ed’s got to run away as soon as he says it. 

And then, look at that tiny smile on Izzy’s face. That “fuck off” is almost happy. As the audience we know that wasn’t the apology Izzy deserved, not by a long shot. But in the frame of the story? It might be enough to set the two of them right again. 

[ourmadmusings]

Nowhere feels like home -

The first time it happens, he’s embarrassed. Red-in-the-face, stammering apologies, massaging your muscles as you come back - the headaches are terrible from the lack of blood flow, he explains. He says he can’t control it with you, he got too worked up and couldn’t stop the venom. It’s more of a reaction than a conscious decision sometimes. You were just so pretty below him, and it had been so long since someone had begged him to just touch them. He buys you chocolate the next day, meeting you on the doorway with his head low and bashful. 

The second time it happens isn’t a mistake. You’re arguing, yelling at him to relax - there’s no way to stop Miles, you tell him he should be proactive in finding a solution to the fallout of the kid’s stubbornness. 

He squares up with you, your loud mouth trying to cash a check your ass can’t endorse, apparently. He’s wrestled your arms over your head, his hard body pressed into you, and you into the wall behind. You’re bearing your blunt teeth as you holler at him to let you go, he’s got no right to hold you up like this. The way you talk to him, fight and struggle against his obvious upper hand has him uncomfortable in his suddenly-too-tight suit. His thigh is firmly between yours, pressing his knee to the wall to keep you stuck where he wants you. Your chest is heaving as you yell - you’re telling him to stop, to listen for once, he was a stubborn kid once, too. God, your suit was tugged just right, your hair mussed from him ripping your mask from your skull harshly. You see it once, the fire in his eyes as his resolve settles. His red eyes fall to your neck and you thrash, his thoughts dawning on you just too late. You tell him you’d never forgive him if he did it on purpose, you’re all teeth and heat as he leans in, hot breath fanning over your neck as he leaves a soft kiss just before. He leaves you slumped on the floor, promising he’d be back for you, that he was so sorry he had to do it. It’s a quick thought that you look good like that. Vulnerable for once, your big mouth quiet, you’re prone for the first time in your suit, all for him. What a shame to have to waste such a pretty opportunity. 

The third time it’s more for his benefit than yours. 

a/n: originally an ask sent in to @kentoangel - sorry, I really liked how it came out and I want to do a part two, so I had to take it back from the anon I’d sent in about his venom, for science of course. 

[1800miserablethot]

I’ve seen others make these head cannons and I was looking at your page and it made me think about what your head cannons would be for the jackass crew/ Viva La Bam. Like what would they do if they saw someone flirting with you, or what they would be into, etc XD

Stop because I think of this shit ALL the time

First, we have to obviously start with Bam.

Bam just like all the other fanfics he is the sub. How this man acted on Viva La Bam gives clear sub vibes. I don't even know where to begin tbh, but I do know one this is for sure he wants ALL of your attention. Have it be you're watching him do a stunt or a prank or whatever, he would drag you along everywhere just like he did Ryan.

Starting off sweet he would secretly be a cuddler, when it’s finally quiet at night (though it never is on that show) he would be curled up against you like a damn cat just sleeping away. I feel like he would constantly kiss you until he falls asleep, lazy sweet ones. He’s a nuzzler for sure, his face is always in your neck or hair.

During the daytime again he's an attention whore, where ever he is you're most likely next to him. If he gets hurt during a stunt you're the first one to him, or you’re the first one he wants by his side. Now if you get hurt then the stunts are over, he's cussing out everyone and anything that's in his way of you. You would have to calm him down afterward because he can't bear the thought of losing you or even seeing you hurt.

Jealousy, he would get very possessive. But not in a dom way, he would probably cuddle against you, start kissing your neck, or try to drag you off, etc to gain your attention back to him. He would jump into the convo and talk about himself a lot but not in a cocky way, but in a take, a hint [Y/N] is mine type of way and try to bore said person of the convo in hopes they leave.

He's a brat so he's going to do anything and everything to push your buttons. Have it be from talking back at you, doing stunts you said no to, flirting with others a bit/ letting others get touchy at like fan meets, etc (but god forbid someone gets touchy with you) especially by always flashing his navel tattoo on his lower hips. But when it comes to the bedroom/ punishment oh that bratty attitude turns into a good boy one REAL quickly. He's practically begging for forgiveness before you two even start, but you don't fall for it. By the end of the night, he's most likely going to be hoarse in the voice from screaming out your name and pleading/ begging. When he's a brat for punishment you edge him multiple times/hours until even your fingertip against his leaking cock has him sobbing and almost blowing his load. If you two are in public though you take him to a hidden area and have him get on his knees and finish you off but you don't allow him to finish so he's walking around all day with a raging one. Or perhaps if he's been REALLY bad you have him grind against your foot or leg like a dog because 99% of the time that's what he acts like lol. By the time you finally let him finish against your leg/foot his pants/boxers are already soaked with precum etc from holding back for so long. And when he does finish he has the prettiest face, I mean mouth is open, tongue out, eyes rolling and closing (unless you make him look at you while he cums) again he's a dog.

ALSO, I'll die on the hill of Bam loves when you mark him on his stomach and navel where his tattoo is so he can flaunt the marks off.

Ryan Dunn (my second hubby)

Start off sweet: Ryan is touchy af (I mean just go watch vids of him and or pictures) He’s always got an arm around you, holding your hand, kissing you, etc. He's not shy and if someone tries to hate or tease depending on who they are he either tells them to fuck off or he’s about to beat their face in. When you too are alone I feel like he would be a cuddler too but he would be the big spoon, but he loves to have your hands in his hair. (if his friends found out he's fighting for his life in the GC) again he loves kisses and affection, he's a big softy.

Jealousy wise if he sees someone flirting with you he does the opposite of Bam, he goes straight up to them and tells them to fuck off. Sometimes he has fun with them and plays along like “Yeah he really is hot huh?” and then the person would be like “Yeah wouldn't mind tapping that” and Ryan would reply “Same, that’s why I do every night” or something like that. He's very protective of you in every shape way and form. He's the one who’s stopping you from doing stunts he thinks are too dangerous.

Bedroom wise he's on top, (I feel like his favorite position is doggy because Mall of Bam just explains it) I can't picture him being bottom unless he tops from bottom but then again he's not full-on bottoming. (he thinks it’ll hurt so he's a pussy and doesn't want to try but if you put your mind to it you probably could convince him) When your “on top” it's you two grinding against each other and you talking good to him while in a heavy make-out session which has him breathy and moaning quietly while he nods and agrees to what you're saying until he has enough and flips y'alls position. During certain activities, he praises you while degrading you but not too harshly other wise he’ll end up feeling bad lol. Let's say you do convince him to “bottom” it's probably you giving him a bj and he's begging you softly to let him finish. Because you don't get him like that often so you take full advantage, (though a dirty fantasy is having him fully submit to you one day)

Chris Raab Himself

Chris would be so chill like he has 100% trust in you, if someone tries to flirt with you he’ll make a joke and be like “Yo dude I had [Y/N] first!” and you too would laugh, he loves hugging you and just randomly grabbing your face to plant one on you. He's not very affectionate but that's because he doesn't know how to lol but he tries (he was the type of kid to bring you a frog because he thought you’d like it) if you wipe out on a stunt or get hurt he’ll help you up and laugh while asking if you're okay but if he sees that you're truly hurting he’ll start to panic a bit.

He doesn't really get jealous he’ll just laugh and probably encourage the person who's trying to flirt with you because he finds it funny.

In the bedroom he is not the top I mean he's small af and how he acts does not give top vibes like he has sm bbg energy it makes me sick. He may not be as loud as bam would be but he does whimper and beg I can tell you that, I feel like he's the type of person to finish early but I also feel like he's the type to cum multiple times. So you’ll tease him seeing how many times you could make him. I feel like he wouldn't be a cuddler (or if he was he wouldn't admit it) but when y'all do he tries to big spoon but obviously that doesn't happen lol, he's very sweet though and gives lots of hugs and kisses to your cheek.

I also think he's vanilla af, but only because he hasn't tried kinkier things so that could be fun to see what he likes

Dico

He's just like a regular guy like idk how to explain lol. He's not kinky at all, he’ll like a heavy make-out session though.

He won't get jealous he's kinda like Raab hell both of them probably would be laughing. He's always joking, but when you two are alone and nothing chaotic is happening you two just lay in bed and talk, little bit of cuddling yk but not too much. I really don't have much more because I see him more as a friend.

[angelsanarchy]

Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 06

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Y/n had recovered from Kappa's punishment rather quickly and she didn't let him believe there was anything wrong between them. She wanted him to feel like he had won whatever power struggle he thought they had going on. She wanted him to feel safe in his blind leadership.

He startled her out of her thoughts when he came into the trailer and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Did I scare you darlin?" Kappa whispered in her ear, moving her hair from the nape of her neck to kiss.

"I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't hear you come in." Y/n leaned back into his chest.

"I'm sorry." Kappa wasn't someone who apologized. She knew he still had slight doubts about her forgiveness but she kept reminding him that it was a punishment she deserved. She turns around in his arms and puts her arms around his neck.

"How was scouting with the boys? Find anything interesting?" Y/n asked as Kappa pulled her towards the bed. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

"Yes actually. Do you remember that machine man from the news? The astronaut? I'm pretty sure we found out where he lives." Kappa informed her. Y/n nodded her head fanning interest. Kappa could tell she didn't really care and he frowned.

"You're still upset with me, I know you are." He pushed some of her hair off her face.

"Kappa, I've already told you-"

"I know what you've told me and I don't believe you. I hurt you intentionally and I never gave you a chance to explain yourself." Y/n looked at him almost surprised.

"Explain myself?" She repeated.

"Why did you venture off on your own? What were you looking for?" Kappa asked softly stroking her thigh.

"It doesn't matter now." She brushed it off.

"It matters to me...please." Kappa's demeanor changed and Y/n felt suspicious. He had never been remorseful for any of his actions and for some reason, he was coming across as desperate for her forgiveness. She stood from his lap and walked over to a cabinet.

"Do you remember when we had a conversation about you being with men and women?" Kappa nodded at her question.

"You said you would never let another man have his way with you because you could never trust another man to have that kind of control on you." Y/n watched Kappa's face as she dug through a bag and pulled out a harness.

"So you think I want you to control me instead?" Kappa asked curiously.

"Well I figured we could build that trust-"

"You think we don't have trust anymore?" Kappa was quick to cut her off.

"Kappa..." She had never seen him in such a state before.

"What if I want you to hurt me like I hurt you? Would you be willing to do that?" Kappa asked. Y/n shook her head at him baffled.

"I'm not going to plow into you as some sort of revenge Kappa. I wanted this to be fun." Y/n started to put the harness back in the bag and he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait wait wait...I want to try...with you." He begged. Y/n looked him over and tilted her head.

"Take your clothes off." She said firmly. Kappa didn't even hesitate. He stripped completely naked and waited for further instructions.

"Lay down on your back." She pointed to the bed and he did as he was told while she pulled a few things from the bag and laid in the bed next to him.

"You seem nervous, don't you trust me?" She asked letting her fingernails scrape the skin of his torso.

"I'm not nervous. I want to give you whatever you want." Kappa explained.

"Bend your knees." Kappa lifted his knees and Y/n slid her leg underneath him, now running her fingers over his cock. Kappa closed his eyes and started to breathe carefully as she stroked him.

"Does that feel good?" She asked stroking him slowly. Kappa shook his head and moaned. She put lube on her fingers and traced the outside of his balls, making goosebumps appear on his skin. His eyes opened and she touched his knee.

"It's okay, just relax." She moved to sit between his legs and kept stroking as she used one finger to pry inside his hole. He grunted and tightened at the intrusion but Y/n kept stroking his cock with her free hand, licking at the precum as she slowly moved her finger inside of him.

"Th-that's not bad. It doesn't feel great but it doesn't-" Y/n inserted another finger and his eyes opened quickly as he hissed.

"Fuck!" Kappa gritted. Y/n mentally rolled her eyes knowing that once she put a cock inside of him, he'd be an even bigger baby. She didn't care though. She pretended to care for the sake of the show she was putting on but she didn't care if Kappa felt pain.

"How do people get off on this? There's nothing good about this." Kappa complained. Y/n knew she had to show him the pleasurable side of things or else he would get suspicious so with a shift in her digits, she sought his prostate making his cock jump.

"Whoa...whoa...what the fuck." Kappa's hand jumped to his stomach as he leaned up and looked at her.

"That's why people get off on it. This takes time, it's not something that should be rushed...ever." She put simply. Before Kappa began to apologize again, Y/n cut him off by continuously rubbing his prostate. He whined and squirmed as she remained forceful but gentle with him. He kept whimpering her name and biting his lip as his cock wept with cum. The moment she realized he was getting close, she sat back on her heels and got off the bed.

"Wh-what? Why did you stop?" Kappa questioned watching Y/n take her clothes off. She stepped into the harness and pulled the 5 inch flesh colored cock from the bag and fitted it into the harness. She gestured for Kappa to come towards her and he did, getting to his knees in front of her.

"Open your pretty mouth." Y/n said devoid of emotion. Kappa hesitated before reaching his hands up as if he were going to touch the siliicone cock but Y/n swatted his hands away.

"Did I say you could touch? No! Now put that mouth on my cock like the good little whore you are." Y/n gripped Kappa's hair and forced the cock into his mouth. She watched as he adjusted to the foreign feeling of having something in his mouth like this. She had figured all of his experience with men would have been on the giving end of things based on his selfish nature. She watched him gag and pull back but she yanked his hair.

"Poor baby, did I hurt your throat?" She mocked. Kappa's jaw hung slack for a moment at the challenge in her tone and this time gripped the straps of the harness and yanked her hips towards his face, deep throating the cock in his mouth. Y/n laughed as he fought back against his gag reflex until she had enough.

"Get back on the bed, on your belly." Kappa tripped crawling onto the bed and she could tell by the tension in his back that he was nervous. However his cock hadn't soften one bit since she started throat fucking him.

"Did you like sucking my cock? You like when I fuck your pretty throat." Y/n ran her hand down Kappa's pale ass and smacked it roughly.

"Yes." She heard how hoarse his voice was and she felt accomplished in having fucked his throat raw.

"Now be a good boy and tell Mommy what you want baby. What do you want me to do with my cock?" Y/n asked watching Kappa drop his head between his shoulders. When he took a moment to respond, she smacked his ass as hard as she could and he jumped.

"FUCK..I want you to fuck me. Please Mommy...please fuck me." Kappa pleaded looking back at her, face full of pitiful doubt. She played with his hole for a moment before thrusting forward. Kappa's back arched and his body shook from the pain. He cried out for her to stop or slow down but she didn't move. She could hear his breathing and waited for only a moment for him to adjust. She knew the pain he was in. She wanted him to feel what he did to her but she also knew she wasn't a monster.

She ran her fingers down his back and cooed at him to relax, reaching around to yank on his cock which had faltered just a bit from pain. She moved her hips slowly and he continued to whimper, gripping the sheets between his fingers roughly as he tried to breathe through it.

Y/n pulled back and rested her naked body against his back, gripping his hand that clutched the sheets beneath him.

"You're going to be okay. Just breathe baby." Y/n whispered in his ear as she started slow, shallow thrusts. She listened to his whimpers turn into moans and she pressed deeper into him making him growl.

"Harder. Fuck...fuck me harder." Kappa practically roared and Y/n gave him what he wanted. She could see how swollen his hole was as she pounded into him and felt when he started pushing his hips backwards onto her cock until he reached between his legs to try and jerk himself off but found it too difficiult.

Y/n pulled out of him, flipping him to lay on his back and shoving back into his ass so she could watch his face.

"I want you to cum on my cock. Can you do that?" Y/n continued to thrust into him and watch as she jerked himself off rapidly. When his blew his load, white streaks painted his chin and neck while he cried out and shook like he was dropped into the artic. Y/n pulled out of him and scooped the cum from his chin, pushing it between his lips. He took his own cum into his mouth and sucked on her fingers greedily.

"I love you...I love you so fucking much." Y/n didn't return his sentiment. She gripped his chin roughly.

"Tell Mommy thank you for letting you cum, you selfish whore." Y/n leaned down and Kappa smirked that cocky smirk he carried around the compound when talking with everyone else, almost like he had all the answers and we were just here for the ride.

"Thank you Mommy." The way it left his lips felt like a snake hissing poison from his tongue to her lips.

Y/n knew that in this moment, she had gained control of Kappa. She just had to figure out what her next steps were.

[hahaifolded]

The Siren, the Cook, and the Sister (9)

Sanji x PirateHunter!FemReader (Masterlist) Chapter 9: Your Biggest Fan (Previous) (Next) Summary: The cooks seems to take the discovery semi-well or seems to at least. You invite the crew to dinner. Warnings: None

Sanji shot up in a cold sweat. Chest heaving, short of breath. He looked around and saw that he was in the infirmary. What happened?, he thought as he rubbed his face. He winced at the contact. He looked out the window and saw that the sun had set. Shit... dinner. He shot out of bed and ran to the kitchen. He rushed in and was greeted to a surprising sight.

The entire crew sat at the dining table with a full course meal in front of them. Sanji quickly looked them up and down to see if anyone else was hurt. They all seem fine so what the hell happened?

With a sparkle in his eyes, Luffy squealed, "SANJI! Take a seat, we're about to get fed by a real life robot!" Usopp and Chopper cried out of excitement. Sanji stood there confused. Before he can say anything, he felt a presence come up behind him.

"Not a robot." You gently nudged the cook, moving him to the side, with a pot of food in your hand. You took a seat at the edge of the table and informed the cook, "I decided to cook dinner tonight. I would have woken you up but you didn't look too good."

You stood before him, mask on, cloak off. All at once, Sanji remembered about today's revelation. Of how you weren't a pervert... or a brother... or a man. Of how he kicked you... a woman... today... and the other day. Sanji felt faint again.

"Woah there buddy," you said as you saw how his eyes slowly started to roll back. You rushed towards him and guided him to the table. He sat at the edge with his head in his hands.

"Okay, everyone is here! Let's eat!" cried Luffy, immediately digging into the food. Realizing it was now or never, everyone else immediately started to fill their plates, leaving the cook and you alone at the edge of the table.

You felt bad for the man. You knew the truth wasn't going to be easy on him but you didn't expect him to look so broken. You weren't sure what to do.

Annoyed by his crew mates brooding, Zoro called out, "stop the sulking, will you? I don't even see what the big deal is."

Sanji shot up. "The big deal, pea brain, is that I... you... we... we all failed to treat our guest here as the divine creature she is," he declared. He dropped to his knees and begged for your forgiveness.

“Ah! Stop that!” you said as you picked him up.

"Failed? Maybe you did, but I did no such thing. I knew the pirate hunter was a woman," countered the swordsman.

"WHAT!" shrieked the cook. He couldn't believe his ears.

"I mean it was obvious," calmly added Jimbei. Luffy nodded in agreement as he stuffed his face.

"OBVIOUS?" Sanji stared at his crew in shock. "Okay, raise of hands, who knew that the Siren was a woman?" Jimbei, Luffy, Zoro, Nami, and Robin all raised their hands.

"I didn't care," cleared up Franky who didn't raise his hand.

"Don't feel too bad, Sanji. If it makes you feel any better, we also didn't know," comforted Brook as he, Chopper, and Usopp all failed to raise their hands. That only made Sanji feel worse.

You laughed at the cook's misfortune. "Look, don't even stress about it, okay? I kept it a secret on purpose," you reasoned. You being a woman does't change your actions from these past days so why should it change Sanji’s? You two reconciled so everything worked out at the end. Now in a playful tone, you continued, "so why don't you just eat my wonderful cooking and we can all go on with our lives like this doesn't matter, okay eyebrows?”

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes... please"

Taking a deep breath, Sanji sat down and began to eat. See now that wasn’t too hard, you thought as you made your plate.

-- -- --

“Who knew robot cooking would be so tasty,” exclaimed Luffy as he finished licking his plate.

“Again, not a robot but I’m glad you liked it,” you said. You got up to clear the table. However, before you could grab anything, Sanji ushered you to take a seat, assuring you that he had it.

“But I always clear the table,” you argued.

"And while I am grateful for that, I got it now, lou- sweetheart," responded Sanji.

You got ready to push back, but Zoro spoke up. "Let the pervert clear the table." And much to your surprise, Sanji didn't respond. He just glared at the swordsman and continued clearing the table. Something felt off. However, before you could do anything about it, Jimbei spoke up.

"So pirate hunter, since we're sharing secrets today, mind sharing your name with us?" asked the helmsman of the Strawhats. You quickly shared it with the crew. At this point, you already showed them your face, sharing your name wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Finally! Honestly it was hard calling you without using your name," admitted Nami. Robin just laughed.

"So any plans for when we land? Besides, you know, visiting your sister," asked the archeologist.

"Actually..." you started. You felt nervous. These past few days have been a blast and you weren't ready to end it here just yet. Hopefully you weren't overstepping. You cleared your throat and continued, "I was hoping you guys , if you could of course, would join my sister and I for dinner at our place after her surgery? I know--"

"Yes, of course," quickly responded Sanji. His forwardness caught you off guard. Even his crew members looked at him weirdly. He just ignored them and instead stared at you with a small smile. Something is not right, you observed.

"Thanks Sanji, but like I was saying, I know my sister would love to see Robin again and she's kinda like a big fan of you all."

"What do you mean a big fan?" asked Chopper, trying to ease the tension. Everyone turned their attention back to you, also unsure on what was happening. You took a deep breath. Your sister was going to kill you if she knew what you were about to share.

"Well, after Robin joined the crew, my sister kept tabs on you all. She cuts out any articles that talk about anyone here and even hangs your bounty posters on the wall. It's really cute honestly!" you shared.

"Then I guess we will. I'm always happy to please a fan," boasted Ussop as he posed haughtily. Everyone laughed at the sniper's stance.

As conversations started up again, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with the cook.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! Might seem like not much happened here but trust me, I'm cooking something.

[neurolady]

I Forgive You!

I've seen a million and one different takes on Aziraphale's "I forgive you" in the Final 15. Most peoples initial knee jerk reactions of what the fuck does Crowley need forgiving for, to forgiving Crowley for an unconsented kiss, to (once folk have calmed down and started to see Aziraphale really has no choice but to go back to Heaven) forgiving Crowley for not trusting him. What I haven't seen is the suggestion that it actually has nothing to do with forgiveness at all!

When he says, "May God forgive you" or "May you be forgiven," it's always after Crowley does something Aziraphale believes is out of character or wrong. In Uz Crowley saying he wants to kill Job's children and at the bandstand after his ourburst at God (I'm missing one, I'm sure). I think in these instances he is genuinely saying I hope you're forgiven for what you just did.

On the two occasions, he uses, "I forgive you," Crowley is not acting out of character at all, and neither is he wrong. Aziraphale knows this! The two scenes are completely parallel in s1ep4 by the car when Crowley pulls over to apologise and, of course, in s2 the Final 15.

Crowley wants to talk about them and is ALL in for them to be together - literally, both scenes he basically begs Aziraphale to run off together.

Aziraphale can't get past his cognitive dissonance and insists Heaven is the answer. Obviously, everything is ramped up 1000 in the Final 15, but even in s1, you can see Aziraphale's turmoil at being asked to choose Crowley or Heaven.

This is where I think "I forgive you" has nothing to do with Aziraphale offering forgiveness to Crowley. In both scenes, Crowley pushes Aziraphale's attachment to Heaven even further. In s1, he keeps it about Aziraphale, "...how can someone so smart be so stupid!" In s2, no such restraint, so you know just "No Nightingale's" and THE Kiss!! The effect is the same, Aziraphale is shook (obviously just a teeny-weeny bit more in s2), he's retreating into himself, and his reflex is "I forgive you". He's a being of forgiveness it's an instinct. He also knows - again probably more out of instinct than any deliberate intention - that Crowley will immediately recoil from any attempts at forgiveness, which gives him space to process. So I think "I forgive you", is actually Aziraphale's shield that he throws up between himself and Crowley when his love for Heaven (or more for being an Angel) is in direct conflict with his love for Crowley. He is pushing Crowley away because in the moment, he can't cope with the choice he has to make, and it works both times, and he instantly regrets it both times!

On the plus side, if you condense all the shenanigans that happen after the "car argument" in s1. Crowley instantly forgives Aziraphale for pushing him away, as soon as Aziraphale has a plan he goes to Crowley, he chooses Crowley and Earth without hesitation when the shit is really about to hit the fan and they get their happily until Gabrielle shows up naked at the bookshop a few years later after!

[pristine-rose]

I yet live! This frickin bakery job is so dang tiring! But sneaking cookies and getting free cheesecake makes it worth the pain!!

Hmm thoughts of odd match-ups for threesomes... heh, could go for two chronically very rough lovers, at least in my mind.

Kujou Sara is a dom who demands obedience, plain and simple, she isn't much a fan of keeping a brat in check, she wants you to be her good girl, and will take you over her knee as many times as it takes to ensure you become her good girl.

Rosaria on the other hand doesn't mind the idea of taming a little brat, but is often to tired to deal with the attitude, so she more often then not meets even the slightest beatty behavior with swift punishment so she can just relax with her little pet.

Together they can be vicious, normally they just enjoy basking with one another and their sweet little girlfriend tucked nice and comfy in between them. Soaking in one anothers warmth and just relaxing from a long day working soldiers through drills, avoiding attending church functions, and just being away from home.

However, when you are feeling a little more disobedient, like it just sounds like so much fun to push buttons, things change. It's not uncommon for Sara to come home first, check in on you immediately, and realize right away that you are being naughty. Whether she comes in to find you touching yourself without permission, maybe she asked you to clean a little and it still isn't done, or maybe you gave her some snark when she entered the room.

Silence is all she gives you, silence and a dead pan stare, offering you this one chance to apologize and be her good girl again. Of course you don't take it, cause you don't always make the best decisions in life. And you would swear its like lightning struck with how fast Sara crossed the room and had you pinned to a wall with her hand around your neck. Brows furrowed and eyes sharp as she leans in close to whisper how you should have just been obedient.

Hours later when your other girlfriend comes home, screaming echoes from the shared bedroom. Rosaria walks in to find you with her hands tied over your head, eagerly grinding against the very tip of Sara knee as she lashes a flogger over your ass, your thighs, anywhere it can reach, your hoarse and sore voice pleading and begging to please just be allowed to come just once, just one little orgasm. Your answer just being the next lash.

Its very easy for Rosaria to know what happened, and she knows better then to try and lessen the severity of your punishment. Instead opting to greet her other girlfriend, the two taking about their days as if you aren't even there, as if you aren't sobbing loudly not even feet away from them. Just as casually she will ask Sara what you did, no matter what the answer or how big or small your disobedience, Rosaria never tells her to be softer on you, no no no, she loves to see you like this just as much.

And its just a little bit too late for your brain to catch on that Rosaria is home before the searing hot feeling that burns all across your skin, is suddenly interrupted with the slow drag of icey cold fingers. Rosaria dragging her touch across your skin from your waist, up between your breasts, along the curve of your throat, and resting delicately over your cheek. Her voice husking in your ear as she practically purrs about how nice it is to see a bad girl being put in her place. Her cold fingers dragging back down, as she continues to prod at you with her words, teasing and cruel names pouring from her lips as her fingers just drag down lower and lower, resting at a stop just before reaching where you ache for her oh so badly.

And you can do your best to beg for forgiveness, though they will discuss with eachother about whether or not you deserve an orgasm at all, or just to be left denied the whole night, while the two of them enjoy as much as they want of everything that only good girls would get.

~🐁

OH MY GOD THERE IS RLY NOT MUCH I CAN ADD TO THIS, YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN

// not-sfw utc ~

i totally agree that this pair had too little patience for a brat. not to mention the fact that rosaria knows no forgiveness, and sara is familiar to only training—punishment is the only thing hanging by the tips of their fingers.

and by such fingers—to add onto previous punishments in which you detailed—are used to come crashing downwards in sets, right onto your red, battered ass along your cries. they’ve teased, they’ve overstimulated; but spanking is another thing these two love doing to you. it’s on particular moods, generally. it’s when they’ve r had a bay day, and their patience for you has run thinner then usual.

you’ll know the moment sara uses that grip of hers to pull you down, stomach sprawled over her legs, giving you no time to adjust before your pants are forcibly yanked down for her hand to come slapping down. and you’ll cry, you’ll wince, you’ll struggle to move, but she’s too strong.

rosaria is almost the same; but she’ll wear her metal rings just for you. even if she’s not wearing them that day, oh, don’t worry—she’ll put them on just for the occasion. she likes the way the intents of her metal make temporary marks on your skin, it leaves her little design there.

and on days they go at you at the same time? best to only imagine <3

AYO HAND OVER THE FREE CHEESECAKE 🤲

& similarly i get free cookies at my work, too !!

[rorywritesjunk]

There's no race, no ending in sight

pg-13 rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

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pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + p6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11 + Pt 12 + Pt 13 + Pt 14 + Pt 15 + pt 16 + Pt 17 (End)

Pt 2

Buggy was still alive. For now.

Sunny was in the tent's kitchen, making sandwiches for the two of them. No discussions to be had over an empty stomach. Was she going to poison him? He didn't expect the wife of Sir Crocodile to... Be kind of nice and offer to make him lunch. He didn't expect she could cook. Didn't she have helpers to do that sort of thing?

He stood by, watching her every movement, ready to fight but he wasn't sure he could win against her. He had apologized profusely when he realized who she was. On his knees, hands clasped, begging for forgiveness and his life. Sunny asked if he was hungry. She liked cooking. It was something her husband liked her to do for him.

As terrified as he was of her, Buggy still had to admit that she was quite pretty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles. Going off of looks alone he wouldn't place her as the type for Crocodile. No glamor, she didn't come off as uptight. If anything - and Buggy felt disgusted for thinking this - she would almost be with someone like Shanks, perhaps. Not some dangerous man like Crocodile.

"So, you owe me husband money." Sunny said as she put the sandwiches on plates before holding one out to him. "A lot, by the sounds of it."

"I-I'll get it paid back!" He assured her as he took the plate from her.

Sunny shrugged. "How soon? I want him to buy me these nice cake pans. He's stingy with money, even for me." She cocked her head to the side. "Which makes it all the more interesting that he loaned someone like you money."

Buggy held the plate in his hand, trembling. The top slice of bread slid off the sandwich, resting on the plate, from his shaking. "S-Soon, ma'am, I promise."

Sunny picked her sandwich up and took a bite. "Yea?"

"Promise!"

She narrowed her eyes for a moment, taking a few more bites before setting the plate down and wiping her hands on her overalls. "Do you know any funny jokes or tricks since you're a clown?"

"Jokes?" He squeaked. "I-I know some! Yes! And card tricks!"

"Can you do a card trick?" She grinned. "If it's good I'll convince my husband to go easy on you."

Was this some kind of trick? Have Buggy let his guard down for her to do something? It could be worth it, though, to impress her enough that Crocodile wouldn't bash his skull in.

"Well, you're, uh, in luck!" Buggy said as he reached into his pocket. "I just so happen to have a deck of cards on me!" He pulled it out and took them out of their case, letting his hands shuffle around as he tried to turn on his showman's charm for her. He leaned against the counter as his hands floated nearby, shuffling the cards. "So, how are you liking it on the island so far? A nice romantic getaway for you and the husband? I know some great spots for smoochin' under the stars."

Sunny looked amused by his words. "My husband isn't really the type to 'smooch under the stars'." She took a bite of her sandwich, glancing around the kitchen before looking back at him. "I went to the circus once as a kid. It was amazing."

"Yea?" Buggy stopped shuffling and fanned the cards out in front of her. "Pick a card, memorize it, then put it back in the pile." He watched her carefully, making sure she did as she was instructed but also to keep his guard up. "I went ages ago as a kid. Guess it made an impact on me."

"Looks like it did." She chuckled as she put her card back in. "I was seven and my parents and I lived on Cantaloupe Island. Some troupe set up there and I begged to go so they took me."

Buggy started shuffling the cards around once again. "You don't say. That's where I saw a show. The crew I was on stopped there for a month to resupply."

"Really! Small world." She laughed softly. "Well, Buggy, where's my card?"

He paused for a moment before cutting the deck. "This is it, right? Ace of Spades?"

She shook her head. "Wrong."

"Huh." He shuffled them a few more times before pulling out another one. "King of Clubs?"

"You're not really good at this." She commented as he continued shuffling through the deck. She allowed herself to watch him, just for a moment, noticing that even covered in grease paint, sweat, and dirt, he was kind of handsome. His blue hair was eye-catching and his nose definitely stood out. The stubble along his jaw made her want to run her fingers across it. Apart from the scar across his face, Crocodile kept his face clean of such things.

"Well, you try next time then!" Buggy huffed as he held up another card. "Well?"

"That's the Joker card, clown."

"Dammit-"

Sunny rolled her eyes and put her hands in her pockets as she waited, only to pause when she felt something in there. She withdrew her hand, holding a card between her fingers as Buggy looked at her with a big grin on his face.

"Is that your card?"

"Queen of Hearts." She nodded, looking it over curiously. "You slipped it into my pocket. How?"

"A magician can't reveal his secret." Buggy chuckled as he took the card from her and shuffled the deck.

"My husband won't be pleased that some clown snuck his hand in my pocket..." Sunny mused as Buggy's jaw dropped. "But I won't tell him. You're no use to him dead after all."

The charm turned off. Buggy looked nervous again. "So, are you going to talk to your husband?"

"Mmm... About what?" She asked. Buggy stared at her. She couldn't be serious. "Oh, right. You still have to pay him back somehow. I'll just tell him to be a bit more patient."

"Patient?! What makes you think I even have that kind of money?!"

"You're a clown. Open up your circus and charge people." Sunny shrugged. "I don't really care but I'm tired of him."

That was a weird way to end the sentence and she seemed to realize that because she cleared her throat and continued, "I'm tired of him being such a grouch over this."

"It's not my fault I haven't paid him back yet!" Buggy shot back. Sunny crossed her arms and looked at him. "I have men to feed! It's a lot!"

"Pay my husband back or else, clown." She warned as she grabbed her sandwich. "I'll come back in a few days to work it out with you if Crocodile hasn't killed you yet."

Buggy grabbed her arm before he could leave but immediately regretted it by the look she gave him. He let go, knowing he was a dead man now. "Look, Miss, we can come to an agreement, right?"

Sunny turned to face him. "For payment? Maybe."

"I'll do your suggestion. Get a show going under the tent." Buggy hoped this could work. "If it wows and amazes you, wipe the debt in half."

"One quarter."

"One third." Buggy suggested. "One third of the debt gone if you like the show, how about it? You can even bring that husband of yours! I can work reptiles into the show!"

Sunny stared at him, letting the suggestion sink in before taking a step towards him. He backed up to the counter as Sunny reached up to grab him by the face, pinching his cheeks, causing his lips to pucker like a fish. She tried to ignore the feeling of his stubble underneath his fingers.

"I'm not easily impressed, clown." She said through gritted teeth. "If you are serious, then wow me. My eyes better sparkle in amazement by whatever show you want to put on." She released him. There was grease paint on her fingers so she wiped it on his shirt, making a note not to think about how firm his chest felt under it. "I'll be back tomorrow then. You better have something to show me."

"D-Deal!" Buggy didn't know why she had to touch him but he wished she'd do it again. "Tomorrow! Come by in the afternoon and I'll have something! M-Maybe I can get Richie to jump through a ring of fire!"

"Whatever." Sunny took a step back from him. "I'll be back tomorrow then."

Buggy nodded, watching as she turned and left. He managed to survive somehow but he hated how his heart slipped a beat when she touched him. If Crocodile found out that Buggy thought his wife was easy on the eyes then he would for sure be a dead clown.

[bl-bracket]

Poor Little Meow Meow - Loser's Bracket Round 6: Kenta (Pit Babe) vs Kim (Kinnporsche: The Series)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

Kenta: Morally questionable: Kenta participated in human trafficking, attempted to murder his first love, kidnapped his brother, convinced multiple people to sabotage Babe’s car on separate occasions, killed his own father Pathetic and or pitiful: Kenta’s tits are so big because they’re full of angst. Did he enjoy any of his crimes? No, but he did them anyways because he had been groomed into a tool from a young age. Was not given the privilege to leave the house as a child. Had a tragic unfulfilled love. Physically and emotionally abused by his father repeatedly throughout the show. Cries in the bathroom when no one is looking. Referred to as a dog by multiple people. Gets on his knees and begs for his father’s forgiveness for not being evil enough, but still gets stepped on and told he was never seen as a son. Saves the heroes of the story and ends up alone and discarded at the end.

Kim: Like a wet, feral stray cat. Huge eyes and so, so pretty. Good at music and fighting but so socially awkward. Responded to "I love you" with "I'm hungry." Desperate for love and affection but believes he doesn't deserve it. Engaged in a relationship under false pretenses with a teenage fan (Chay) of his in order to gather information on Chay's brother who is a new bodyguard for his mafia family. Also does a lot of maiming and killing. Shatters poor Chay's heart (and his own) to pieces by breaking up with him and saying he never loved him. Realizes he does in fact love Chay and wants him back. Does he try to accomplish this by taking to Chay? No. He stalks him and kills people for him and publicly posts a song begging for Chay to come back. Definitive poor little meow meow.

[not-alien-girl-v]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write angst with boy kyle? maybe something happens at a party and he gets angry?. (sorry it’s my first request)!! 🫶🏻💗

warning: language, party stuff

note: kyle and reader are high key toxic in this one but you asked for angst so im giving angst. side note i love george daniel my next fic will be something for him so watch out 1975 fans. every frat kyle fic i write, they go to a party. working on a writing list rn so i can actually write stuff

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"are you really not gonna talk to me?" kyle whines, hands gripping tighter to the steering wheel and veins protruding from the pale thin skin at the back of his palms.

her lips fold in on each other to symbolize her meaningful silence. with this silence, she intended to get a message across, ironically, that message being that tonight, kyle was being an asshole.

"jesus christ, babe, i said i was sorry. what do you want me to do? get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?" he takes equally timed glances at her fuming figure in the passenger's seat, stealing quick views in intervals, hoping she doesn't notice the desperation for forgiveness truly hiding in his brown eyes tonight.

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"god, you're being a fucking child," and maybe it's the way her arms cross over her chest or the ridiculous pout on her face that would cause him to make such a comment, but it's not one that comes without offense.

"oh really? i'm the child? you're sitting here cursing me out for you being upset over something you did wrong. forgive me if i'm wrong but it looks like i'm the only adult in this situation." kyle would have been thankful for her finally breaking and speaking something to him had it not been another comment that further angered him. fine, he thought. she wants to see childish? he'd show her.

when the car comes rolling to a stop, her seat belt flies off in an instant, and she's escaping the confines of the car, not forgetting to give his car door a slam on her way out for good measure. she doesn't look back to see the expression on his face.

quickly, she finds her friends, a small group of young women who she met through her college, being classmates, dormmates, and girlfriends of kyle's fraternity brothers. one, namely, being violet.

"hey y/n! what's kyle up to tonight?" violet asks her, noticing the lack of a blond boy clinging to her side like he does without fail at every party.

"pissing me off," she chooses to take a sip of her generic liquid in a cup instead of elaborating further on the matter.

"oh? what's up?" the plastic of the red solo cup in y/n's hand cracks under the pressure of her gently squeezing hand.

"he's just being an asshole, the usual." though she explains his behavior as 'the usual', it's far from the truth. in fact, kyle usually does everything in his limited power to please her, whatever it takes to make her happy, so for them to be in a squabble such as this was a rarity.

"ok fine, don't tell me. you'll do a shot with me, though, right?" violet asks, pleading with her eyes for her friend to agree.

"sure, whatever. might as well get shitfaced so i don't have to think about all this tonight."

the two make their way to the island counter of the kitchen, y/n leaning her elbows on the cold marble while violet flirts her way into convincing some random guy to pour out their shots. he agrees, and he is joined by a friend, a tall, brown haired boy, and they both approach the two girls by the counter with shot glasses and tequila in hand.

the first guy keeps his focus on violet, messily pouring out the promised shots, while the other's attention gravitates to y/n.

"tequila's your choice?" he queries, gesturing with his arm to the shot now sitting gracefully in front of her.

"it gets the job done." with that, her head tips back, letting the foul tasting liquid burn down her throat, her eyes scrunching in response.

"you looking to forget about some shit tonight?" he flirtingly scooches right next to her, leaning on the counter, mirroring her to face her directly.

she giggles, "something like that."

when her laughter comes to a lull, he reaches his hand out in a handshake. "xander."

she accepts it, gripping his warm hand in her own, "y/n."

suddenly, like a boa constricting its prey, an arm finds its way around her shoulder as a figure creeps up behind her, pressing into her side like it owns her. she doesn't have to turn her head to know its kyle.

"what are we talking about here, guys?" kyle fakes innocence and also ignores the aggressive eye rolling from his annoyed girlfriend.

"now's not a good time," y/n starts to explain, but kyle simply grips her tighter, nearly hard enough to leave a bruise but not quite, and the level of discomfort is evident enough on her face that xander speaks up.

"hey, is he bothering you?"

"she's fine-"

"i wasn't asking you, now was i? is he? you can tell me."

her eyes widened as the idea flashed before them. "yes, in fact, he is bothering me. he's been bothering me all night."

"look man, i think it's time you go," xander starts out heavy, giving kyle a firm shove, effectively removing him from his fused position to the girl's side.

normally, kyle would have the ability to keep his cool in a situation like this, but he had been beefing with his girlfriend all night, and he also, purely coincidentally, had taken several shots since his entrance to the event. so now not only was he angry, but he was drunk.

"hey, keep your hands off me, bro!" kyle shoves back, and with a few more childish shoves similar to that, punches are being thrown, and they both fell to the ground in their brawl.

some other men jump in soon enough, ripping the two apart, and xander is pulled to another room, while kyle is pushed outside, likely for good for the night.

now even more enraged than the moment she exited the car, y/n stomps after him.

when he sees her standing before him outside, she notices the gentle smile playing on his bruised face and she almost feels guilty for being about to yell at him, but soon remembers what he did.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she yells.

"you're my problem," he grumbles, picking himself off the ground an dusting off his jeans with the palms of his sweaty hands.

she ignores his almost cute quip. "you think you can just act like you fucking own me? like i'm your property? because i'm not, i shouldn't have to tell you how fucked that is, kyle!"

"so do you do this a lot? you flirt with random guys at parties. parties that i'm at? do you tell them you have a boyfriend before you blow them or what?"

"i'm not a slut, if that's what your implying. i've never done what you accused me of, not even tonight. we were having an innocent conversation when you came in like my fucking owner. but if that's what you think i do all the time, if you genuinely believe that, then maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

she begins to walk away at his hallowing silence but he grabs her wrist before her escape. "wait!"

"what?" she's not snappy anymore, she's just exhausted. with him, with tonight, with this whole situation.

"i'm sorry. i'm so sorry baby," he pleads with her and she can tell he means it despite his drunk filter to the words. she can't help but hear him out.

"please don't leave me, don't end this, i'll do anything, i promise. i just love you. okay? i don't mean to be so nasty, i'm just afraid of you leaving me, of someone taking you, of you finding someone else, someone better." he's been tenderly holding her hand through his entire confession and to his surprise, she's been letting him.

she sighs, feeling a bit of stress melt from her mind as she exhales into the chilled night air. "i know, baby. you're a good boyfriend, a great one, actually. i just can't stand when you act like i'm yours. i don't do that to you around your friends. i don't do it around anyone, and i expect the same from you. i don't want to leave either, but can you promise you won't do this anymore?"

"of course. i promise, i swear. on my life, i swear. i will do anything to make this better, to fix this. tell me what i can do for you right now, sweetie."

her thumb rubs soothingly over his hand and she focuses on their hands joined together rather than meeting his eyes for a moment, then looks up, "you can start by coming home with me. stay the night, we can work this all out."

"anything you want," he soon realizes she's led him to his car, and she reaches around in his pockets for his keys, pushing him into the open car.

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kyle's head rests sleepily on her warm chest, and he's long since stripped of his shirt and jeans, allowing her to wear his discarded shirt to sleep. his hands and wrists are folded comfortable, tucked into the crevice of his neck and he's just listening to the beautiful sounds of her soft exhales. her breaths aren't quite even, and he knows she's still awake.

"you promise you won't leave? you'll still be here when i wake up?"

"i promise, sweetie."

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

I sat on the couch in the living space of our suite. Eddie was sitting in a chair to the right of me, elbows resting on his knees as he leaned towards me. He's been trying to get me to look at him but I can't. I know if I do he'll give me those stupid puppy dog eyes he gives and I'll forgive him and forget all about what happened. "Sweetheart, please look at me." I shook my head and leaned back. "Look, I don't know what she was doing in that line, okay? But I will make sure she can't get anywhere near me or you."

I finally looked at him, scoffing out a laugh. "I don't give a fuck about Stacy right now, Eddie. This is about how you've been fucking acting lately. The drinking and the drugs, along with the all night partying. Then there's what you said to me. You screamed at me and told me, Eddie. You said I was just jealous of the attention you give you fans. You called me an attention whore then proceeded to tell me that I should be grateful that you're with me when you could have any girl you wanted. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?!"

I stood up and started pacing the room. I was trying to keep my emotions in check. Eddie stood up, walking over to me, and stopped my pacing with his hands on my shoulders. I shrugged out of his hold and backed away. "Don't touch me." His big brown eyes were full of pain and regret. "I'm so sorry, baby. I instantly regretted every word that came out of my mouth the second I said them. I don't know why I even did it. I don't want anyone else. You're all I want; you're all I'll ever want or need." I crossed my arms over my chest. I was having a hard time believing that.

"Please just let me prove to you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. The drinking, partying, and drugs; it will all stop. I promise. I'll even cancel the rest of this tour just so I can make it up to you. We can go on a vacation; just the two of us. We're here because of me anyway. I didn't want to stop the tour; I wanted to keep going. We were even talking about doing Europe after this. It was going to be nonstop. I'm sorry. You're right, I'm getting all caught up in the fame and attention. The tour is off. I'll tell the guys and call me manager."

I looked at him with shock and anger. "You're telling me that this whole time, when we could have been at home taking a break from this touring, you decided to just keep going nonstop! You know what, Eddie, you go ahead and do your touring. I'm going home…alone…without you! I need a break from all this and I think we need a break from each other. Now you can be free to do whatever and whoever you want." I turned, walked into the bedroom, and started packing. Tears started to sting the back of my eyes, then started to blur my vision. I can't believe I was so stupid to believe that Eddie and I were different. That our relationship was strong enough to fight through everything that came with this life.

"Sweetheart, please don't do this. Let me make it up to you, please I'm begging you. Just give me a week to prove to you that I can change. I can't do this without you." I zipped up my suitcase and walked past him to go to Jay and Anna's room. Eddie's hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me, and pulling me closer to him. He bent down on his knees, holding my hands, and stared up at me. "Please, don't leave me. I love you so fucking much and I will do anything to keep you. I'll give this all up for you if that's what you want. Just don't leave me. Please give me a chance."

His eyes were full of tears, looking up and pleading with me; begging me to give him a chance. "Fine. But you cancel the rest of the tour, take a break for at least a month before going and working on any new album or songs. No gigs, no interviews, no meet and greets. Nothing. No drinking or getting high. And as for that vacation, we're going home to Hawkins. We're going to spend time with your uncle and my dad. Meet up with old friends. As a matter of fact, we're going to buy a house in Hawkins and spend some time there, a lot of time."

He started to rapidly nod his head. "Anything for you, sweetheart. You want to move there permanently, we can. Hell, I'll even buy Jay and Anna a new house if it means you don't leave me. I promise I'm going to straighten up." He stood up, kissed my forehead, and went back into the living area. "What are you doing?" I asked. He popped his head back into the room. "Calling my manager to tell him to cancel everything for the next few months."

That's exactly what he did too. There was some arguing and yelling but eventually he got everything canceled. He told the guys, who were pissed, that he didn't consult them first. He made it clear to them that I would always come first before Corroded Coffin. We packed our things, went to the airport, and headed home to California. Anna and Jay went home to their own house after I convinced Jay to take a much needed and deserved vacation.

I watched Eddie from the ensuite bathroom in our bedroom. He was sprawled out on the black cotton sheets sound asleep. When we got home he went straight to the kitchen and dumped out any alcohol we had in there and around the house. Then we ordered takeout and sat in silence while we ate. Eddie cleaned up and I went to take a bath. Except I haven't gotten in the bath yet, hell, I haven't even filled the tub.

I stood in the bathroom, leaning on the counter, looking in the mirror until I heard the bedroom door open and close. "You alright in there, sweetheart?" I didn't answer at first, I stayed silent until he called out my name. "Yeah, I'm fine! I'm going to take a hot bath!" Now I was standing here watching him, playing back everything that has happened over the past few days. Wondering if he would keep his promise and hoping things would go back to the way they used to be.

[seigephoenix]

welcome to DADWC :) I'm happy to see another Nathaniel Howe/Cousland fan! what about an enemies to lovers type situation? starting out with "still have that stick up your ass, I see" and growing into patching each other up after a fight, ot maybe something more?

Thank you for the prompt for @dadrunkwriting! I adore this ship and will die with this rarepair. I used Elaina Cousland as she's my main Cousland for DA. I did diverge from canon just slightly with the fate of the rest of the Howe family, but this is how I'd see it going for Elaina.

Ship: Elaina Cousland x Nathaniel Howe (the beginnings maybe?) Content Warnings: Mentions of murder Length: ~1k

Elaina looked down at the bandages in her hands and back up at Nathaniel who sat on the outer edges of the camp they’d set up.  She glanced over at Sigrun and Velanna, both made themselves busy preparing for the night ahead.  She turned back to Nathaniel with an ache in her heart.  She remembered innocent, carefree days of childhood.  Before their families and the corruption of greed drove them apart.  She walked over to him and sat on the rock just behind him.

“What do you want?”  Elaina merely focused on her hands as they pulled out the bandages and antiseptic balm.  “Not going to answer me I see.  What, too lofty for me now, oh great lady.”  Elaina’s lips threatened to twitch at the haughty tone he used.  He could always get her riled up, even back when they were children.

“I see you still have that stick up your ass.”  His jaw dropped at her quip.  “Now, since it’s unlikely you’ll be able to reach that nasty wound on your back I’m here to help.”

“I can have Velanna help me.” Elaina leaned back and studied him with a skeptical eye.  She looked over as Velanna answered from her spot near the campfire.

“Not in a thousand years Howe.  Take up the Commander’s offer.”  Velanna turned to set up the cook set Elaina had purchased in Amaranthine.

“I’m not great at first aid.  Not something we typically learn in the Legion of the Dead.” Sigrun piped up as Nathaniel turned to look at her.  “The Commander’s much better at that than me I bet.”  He turned back to see her green eyes shining with amusement and he let out an aggravated scoff.  He removed his armor and tunic before turning his back to her.

Elaina winced as she saw the angry slashes on his back.  She carefully applied the salve to the cuts, wincing whenever he hissed in obvious pain.  The silence dragged between them until it felt like a weight pressing down on her chest.

“Delilah told me that it was your doing that saved her and her husband.” Elaina glanced up at the back of his head, surprise flitting across her face.  “She said you urged the queen to not punish the family as they had nothing to do with what my father did.”

“I did ask that of Anora.” Elaina carefully laid the cloth against the slashes, taking care not to press too heavily on the wounds.

“Why?” The one word was so quiet Elaina almost didn’t hear him.  She leaned in closer to hear him ask it again.

“Why?  Because you and your sister had nothing to do with what he did at Highever.  Delilah was appalled when she found out.  She found me in Denerim after the battle, she was on her knees begging and pleading for me to forgive her.”  She felt Nathaniel tense beneath her fingers.  “It hurt.  I wasn’t as close to Delilah as I was to you growing up, but it was like a lash across my heart to see her like that.  She had nothing to apologize for.  Your oldest brother was the only one I believe in on the scheme.  Your mother, sister, and younger brother were completely innocent.”

“Yet, my mother died…”  Elaina paused as she thought how to answer.  How much did Nathaniel know?  She looked towards the small basket of bandages and healing salves and glanced back at the back of his head.

“She.” Elaina paused as she struggled to not relive the scene she’d come across.  “She was already dead when we came into the estate in Denerim.  Thomas was lying beside her.”  Nathaniel’s shoulders shook and Elaina gave in.  She gave into the urge to lean against his back, mindful of his wounds.  It was something she did when they were kids and he didn’t want her to see him cry, but she wanted to comfort him anyway.

“Did they even have proper burials?” Nathaniel’s voice was hoarse and the ache intensified in her heart.

“Fergus and I made sure they did.  They are interred in the Howe family crypt.” Nathaniel reached back and grabbed his shoulder, flinching only slightly when her fingers brushed over his hand.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t save them.  I wanted to.  I didn’t want them to suffer like.” Elaina found her own words choked as she couldn’t finish the sentence.  Like my family did.

“I’d like to visit.  When we make it back.” Elaina nodded and wiped the beginning of tears away from her eyes.  “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?  For what?” Elaina asked quietly.

“For trying to kill you when I first came to Vigil’s Keep.” Elaina leaned back with a shaky laugh at how deadpan he delivered that line.  She carefully picked up the bandages and began to wrap them around his waist, taking care not to jostle his wounds.

“You were not the first, and given my position I doubt you will be the last.”  She tucked the edges in and tied a knot to keep them in place.

“Not the first?” Nathaniel glanced over his shoulder and she gave him an amused grin.

“No.  Shall I tell you about the Antivan Crow sent to kill me but failed miserably?” Nathaniel scooted over on his rock and she climbed over next to him with their shoulders touching.  It reminded her so much of when they were children that her heart felt warm in her chest.  They’d spent many a day sitting side by side, enduring the many lectures of Nan for getting into the larder or by sitting through boring school lessons.  Boring lessons they soon escaped at first chance despite the ire of their tutors.  Elaina wanted those days back, to recover a small modicum of innocence from back then.  Perhaps she could even get Nathaniel’s friendship back.  Or more.  She ignored the whispers in her head.  Nathaniel would surely not see her as anything more than a friend or at the very least, his Warden Commander.  He’d never want to be with the one who had his father’s blood on her hands.

Would he?