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☆IMPORTANT INFO/RULES

[Hello! This is the mod here! So I got bored and I've been thinking about making a blog for James for a few days now, so here it is. I've never done this before so bare with me bc I'ma learn as I go]

[This is purely for fun and for anyone that's been curious on what it would be like to talk to my Captainsona/DAsona, James]

[This is open to interactions with any markiplier egos, other captainsonas, ocs, Iron Lung, and anyone Mark related. Fair warning: there will be heavy themes mentioned and talked about.]

[THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR: WKM, ADWM, AHWM, ISWM, & IRON LUNG]

[Ships and shipping with characters like captaineer, captvictneer, ect. are very welcome, just be mindful. No NSFW, possibly suggestive stuff, it really depends.]

[ I will not answer asks if it makes me uncomfortable, plus just be respectful, it's not hard to be nice and have fun]

[I'll type like this, James will talk like "This"]

For understanding character:

-Captainsona Reference

-Fanfic w/ Captainsona

Tags:

James Asks (any first response to an ask or anon)

James reporting back (replies back to asks or rps)

James Reblogs (anything that is reblogged on this, think of it as James showing what he likes)

James Ryder speaking (if James starts an ask first)

Strange new arrivals (anons & one off asks interactions)

Seeing a reflection (other captainsonas interactions)

'sunshine' 🟠 (head engineer interactions)

'Fellow cellmate' ⬜ (Yancy interactions)

'Good old friend's 🪩 (Wilford Warfstashe interactions)

'Man in the mirror's 🪞 (Darkiplier interactions)

'Memory of the past' (ocs or egos he can't remember fully or don't have a specific tag)

@reaperdrawsart main blog

Capt. James Ryder (character tag)

@bucketfan427

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@crowzzznest (and @superaurora16 too, since your submission was a joint effort/has both of your characters)

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@give-soup-please

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@notmefoina

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For the winners, feel free to send me a DM on this blog of pictures/picrews/whatever you have on hand of your Characters/Sonas for reference, as well as an idea of what might happen on the date you and the Narrator might be! (We can also fit some other characters/sonas into the drawing if you want. it doesn't have to be just one)

Your idea can be as vague or as detailed as you want, and you don't have it all laid out at first if you can't think of anything. We can always bounce ideas around and find one that you like the most for me to draw.

And if you don't want a drawing, that's fine too! Just let me know in DMs so I can know! (and I promise I won't be upset if you don't want one /gen, I'm going back to uni classes next week so I'll be busy trying to get all the drawings done in my free time. which isn't a lot, so I'll just thank you for the millionth time again for participating and let you move on with your day kjsadhf /lh)

When Diane had come down for breakfast she had given her new sister a firm hug as Ban cooked. Then just a few minutes later Diane seemed quite ill, flushed and sweating in a way she hadn’t before. It was then Merlin dropped a rather large and important piece of information about Meliodas Eliane started to feel oddly.

Ban drew closer to her and wrapped an arm around her midsection protectively, “You wanna get out of here?” He whispered.

Elizabeth’s voice drifted down from the stairs followed by a sound of distress and a low rumble where the blonde demon had her pinned to the wall. The curling buzz deepened and Elaine’s eyelids drooped, vision blurred, and body relaxed into Ban’s frame. “What?”

“Shit. Can you fly, sweetheart or should I carry you?”

“Ban,” she hummed happily. “I love you.” A giggle followed her statement as she sank into his frame further.

“I love you too, but we need to go.”

“Okay.” She nodded giggling again as she sighed and blinked, movements stagnant as she lifted a hand and watched it almost more slowly than she perceived.

After some time Elaine wasn’t sure how many nor did she care Ban hadn’t moved and neither had she. The sluggish warmth permeated her every pore and each heartbeat had the place between her legs warm in the same way as when she and Ban made love. She felt almost a little too warm. A moan filtered over from the wall and when she turned her head to look Ban blocked her gaze with his body. “I’m not sure I can leave.”

“Then we can stay,” Elaine winced at the strange way her voice sounded. She shifted her body against Ban’s and came into contact with something rather thick and hard. A shiver pressed up her spine and she did it again with purpose.

Ban hissed and pulled back from her, “You. Can’t do that, sweetheart.”

“Why not? I don’t want to get the floor dirty.”

“You won’t.” She wasn't making much sense. Dirty?

“Okay. I feel...strange.” Slick and damp between her thigh sure now it might actually be dripping to the floor.

Ban took a deep breath to steady himself, “Elaine?”

“I feel sleepy but really awake as well. It feels as if my head is trapped in a cloud.”

Ban loosened his grip on her, “You want to rest on the bar?”

She nodded and the cool wood on her cheek felt amazing and the soft moan she let out followed up a giggle as one of Ban’s hands smoothed up her back taking up nearly the whole span of flesh while the other wrapped under her belly to hold her steady. “Hmmmm.”

“This will be easy if you sleep then we can get out of here.” At least Ban hoped he could get her to sleep instead of fuck because he wasn't sure how long he could maintain his hold on himself.

“Yeah.” She blinked slowly while he massaged the place her wings emerged from her back, guaranteed to relax her further. It did but each motion of his fingers shot down her body to where she felt so slick. Elaine spread her legs apart and whined, “Ban.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I need you. Hand please,” After making love to Ban the first time she hadn’t been afraid of asking for what she wanted and Ban couldn't get enough of it.

“Fucking...damnit, alright sweetheart. I’ll make it better.” She felt his hand leave her back and the other pull her hips up further. The warmth of his hand first stroked along the backs of her knees before delving inward, “Oh baby, you are so damned wet.” They slid up her soaked thighs until he began to play with his thumb.

“Oh,” She moaned greedily with eyes closed as her entire body shook with the overload of sensation as she clenched around nothing and more slick spilled from her. Trembling aftershocks had her grasp the edge of the bar with both hands and moan open mouthed and loud despite the proximity of their occupied friends. Currently she noticed through blurred eyes Meliodas’s straw colored head between Elizabeth’s thighs...or so she thought.

Ban followed her gaze while his thumb skirted around her slick and he chuckled then pressed his thumb to the side of her still swollen nub.

Elaine moaned while her thighs, legs, and back trembled with the sensational overload. Nails scrambled to hold onto the bar. Her wings vibrated as he did it again then backed off to allow her to breathe. His vision had doubled painfully now and he had to draw blood along his arm to tone down the desire to pin her down, lift her dress and bury himself in her as deeply as she could take him. She was precious, perfect, and so small he had been terrified of hurting her accidentally at least twice her size but she had been eager their first time. Inquisitive and bright with adoration and he wanted that every time.

Sadly the angle did not lend itself for him to be able to settle his head between her thighs like the two over there, not that he paid them much attention. Not with the way Elaine’s blonde locks spilled around her head and back, the way her wings brightened and trembled with her pleasure and the small noises at each touch of his hand. Needing him. Wanting him. Only him.

“So beautiful,” He breathed out slowly, “How did you come to me?”

His only answer came in the form of another high moan as she trembled, nails scratching the counter as another wave of euphoria washed over her. She was hot. Too hot. The soft cotton chafed her skin where it rubbed while she shifted along his grasp. “Off. Off. Hot.”

“Soon. Patience.” He cooed back still gently with each motion of his fingers.

“No.” She whined then wailed as she crested over with another orgasm. “Banbabababababannnnn.” Her teeth clacked together to stifle the stream of his name broken and scrambled like she felt.

He pulled his hand back and tasted her, sweeter than usual, like honey wine with a little bitter bite near the end. He watched her rub her cheek against the wood and press her body back into him with an impatient growl. His vision blurred as each heartbeat started and ended at his cock and he bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood, spitting it to the side while he held her in place and reached back under her dress to pull it up over her rear, now flushed like the rest of her. The Captain had left now and it was just the two of them as he pressed one long finger into her warm, soft, flesh. It never ceased to amaze him just how warm it was. How hot she burned here and how silken soft and strong as her walls rippled along his digit.

Elaine panted and bit her lip then trembled once more with a look behind her at him. Golden iris met red and he gave her a wolfish grin filled with adoration as he eased his hand back then forward savoring everything as he always did. Savored her. This future which he thought long turned to dust. This woman he loved more than anything. He would treasure each and every moment he had with her until death.

A second finger eased into her now and she stretched around them with ease. Her hips rolled as much as she could move to ride the digits. Knuckles white with her grip on the bar she moaned out his name, wings fluttering, and she shuddered when he added the third finger. Clenched and spasmed with each wet noise and rumble she heard as he panted, as he whispered and worshipped through praise with each breath, focused solely on her she shuddered again. Fifth? Sixth? Tenth? Time had stopped and sped up through ages and echoes, waves crashed along the shore, the wind howled around them and the earth trembled.

His thumb circled and circled and her womb cramped with pain, but so much pleasure as she eased down, now aware of her empty body as his warmth rested along her back as she shivered and whispered, begged for more.

Ban kissed her neck, then sloppily at her ear, cheek, lips, tasted sunshine and sweet flowers, berries, and love as he popped the button on his pants and hissed when his hand came into contact with his rigid cock. Elaine rose up higher in offering, spread her legs further, and he kept one hand just at the base as he glided along her wet heat, coating himself and ramping up her cries for more.

When he pressed inward he held his breath. Everytime. How could he get used to this? When every time she felt like heaven, warmer than sin, softer than silk, how? He groaned with another bite of his cheek, eased inward without breathing until he felt the end of her, kept his hand firmly between them. He pulled out, then back in, out and in, a rising tide of euphoria enveloped each motion. It started from his toes, calves, thighs, in from his fingers, arms, chest, until it filled him to bursting.

Elaine laughed, and rolled back as another wash of warmth overtook her, another trembling spasm as she clenched down on the one thing she needed. How full of love, how safe and secure. Her head swam, limbs heavy with each breath coming fast.

Ban drove her forward hips now pressed to the bar as he thrust with a hand on her back and the other stubbornly in place, driving harder, faster, growling, and groaning with effort. Rhythm faltered as he reached his end, as he curled his body over her, “Elaine.” He growled out and felt it hit him hard across his back, vision blurred and he groaned with the force of it.

The only sound after was of heavy breaths alternating, then in sync, as some of the fog lifted from her. “Ban?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He panted.

“The wood isn’t very comfortable. Can we go to our bed before we do more?” The usual soft tone roughened and sluggish.

He laughed and pulled out, nearly dropping to his knees from the way his head swam and he didn’t bother putting himself away before he picked her up and carried her bridal style up the stairs, as the next wave picked up, as her back pressed into the feathered down of their bed, as his lips descended on hers, as her thin, delicate hands tore at his jacket savagely, his skin, as she gripped his bare shoulders, ran nails through his hair, clenched down when he bit softly at her neck, cried out when his mouth trailed with intent down her body, as he hauled her up, pulled her dress down her body, unlaced from her neck, watched her hungrily eye his torso.

Heat flushed and pulsed, he urged her back down, eased slim legs apart and listened to her gasp, moan, scream, beg, and cry his name over and over again until all he could hear was the blood at his ears, the thunder of his heart, all he could smell was her, all he could see was flushed pale flesh over and over again.