#but I used to want to get revenge on him by sleeping with someone else

[barnesdolls]

(Might have went off script a bit, hope you like it!) (also won’t let me tag you)

“The Devil Wears Metal”

Mafia AU | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Part I – The Setup

(Trigger warning: ‼️ swearing, strong words ‼️)

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You didn’t mean to kidnap the most dangerous man in the entire eastern criminal underworld.

Really, you didn’t.

It was supposed to be someone else. A small-time enforcer. Not a nobody, but not him.

But that’s the thing about chaos, it tends to reward the bold and punish the clever.

And you’d always been both.

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It started with a lead. A tech trail buried under six firewalls and a VPN thick enough to piss off half the dark web.

A name, Sebastian, just that, listed on the guest log of a backroom poker game at The Lily, a private club hidden under the city’s bleeding veins. A name attached to a man who’d apparently extorted your friend for thirty grand and left him with a shattered kneecap for the audacity of asking for receipts.

You didn’t want justice. You wanted revenge. Reputation.

So you did what you always do, you built a plan.

You bugged the club’s plumbing system with miniature cameras disguised as moldy valves. You mimicked a service request to get your hands on the blueprints. You modified a small EMP grenade and rigged the exit scanner to glitch.

You even rehearsed a whole “fake escort” routine in front of your mirror.

(It was bad. You hated heels. But you committed.)

The plan was elegant in theory: sedate, extract, interrogate, disappear.

And it worked.

Except… well.

Wrong guy.

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You don’t even remember how you got him into the car. One second, his back is turned to you, you’re pressing the needle to his neck in the private lounge hallway, murmuring a sweet “shhh, this’ll sting,” and the next, he’s a deadweight slab of muscle and… oh my god is that arm made of metal?

No, wait.

That is a metal arm.

You stare at it as you drive, knuckles white on the steering wheel. It’s not a prosthetic. It doesn’t have screws or seams or wires hanging out. No, this thing is fused with skin, sleek and polished black and gold, like it was custom-forged by a war god with a taste for vengeance.

You nearly swerve into traffic.

“Jesus Christ.”

You glance at him again: still slumped, still unconscious, hair falling into his eyes, mouth slightly parted like he’s dreaming of ways to kill you.

You mutter to yourself, “Okay, okay, don’t panic. Don’t fucking panic.”

You panic. Silently. Of course you do.

You spend the entire ride back to your warehouse in quiet, rapid, internal screaming.

Because here’s the thing:

You know weapons. You’ve read files. You’ve broken firewalls just for fun. And you know what that kind of tech costs. That’s not street-made. That’s not gang-level anymore.

That’s warfare.

And if he’s got an arm like that…

Then, well, you may have just kidnapped the devil.

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The warehouse is cold. Dull yellow light spills over a single folding chair in the center of the concrete floor, surrounded by a perimeter of crude, hastily reinforced traps and failsafes.

You chain him up like a paranoid maniac: metal around his torso, ankles, wrists. You use steel cable. Zip ties. Handcuffs. You even Velcro his ankles together because, why not? At this point, you’re improvising.

He doesn’t stir.

You pace in front of him, hands on your head, muttering like a lunatic. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the-how did this happen?”

Your phone buzzes. A message from your friend Leo.

“You get him?”

You stare at the man in front of you. Sleeping like a lion in hibernation. A very handsome, potentially homicidal lion with a cyborg arm.

You type back:

“…Kind of.”

Damn, and you promised yourself you wouldn’t bite your nails anymore…

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He wakes up seven hours later.

You’re standing at the corner of the room with your hand on a taser and your heart in your throat.

He blinks slowly. Then again. Then he groans, like someone waking up from a very intense nap.

“…Ugh. What the fuck is this, IKEA?” His voice is deep, rough like gravel and sin, laced with dry sarcasm.

You say nothing.

He looks down. Chains. Rope. Zip ties. Velcro.

“…Jesus, you are thorough.”

“Shut up,” you snap.

He lifts his head. Barely. “Ah. Yes. You must be my captor.”

“No,” you say, glaring, “I’m your worst fucking mistake.” Your voice breaks. Dammit.

“Ooooh,” he hums, eyes scanning you lazily. “Sexy.” He is unfazed, amused even.

“Shut up.”

He grins. Grins. Like he’s just been tied up in a cozy spa, not a literal warehouse dungeon.

“That’s cute,” he says. “Really. What’s the plan, beautiful? Ransom? Organs? You gonna shave my head and sell it to rich creeps on the dark web?”

You roll your eyes. “Please. I wouldn’t sell your hair, I’d burn it.”

He snorts. “No, not the hair.”

You pace. “You’re very calm for someone in your position.”

He shrugs, or tries to, limited by the restraints. “Let’s just say this isn’t my first kidnapping.”

You narrow your eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”

He smiles again, soft and slow. “Now that is the million-dollar question, sweetheart.”

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You spend two days trying to find his identity.

No prints. No DNA in any public registry.

Facial recognition hits a wall.

And he wouldn’t say a fucking thing.

Even your contact in the EU’s encrypted database throws up a “NO MATCH” warning in red letters.

Meanwhile, your prisoner?

Eats the food you bring him like he’s on a lazy holiday (makes you feed him).

Makes jokes about your cooking.

Tries to flirt with you.

“You know, this metal arm’s not the only thing hard, by the way.”

“Say that again and I’ll tase you so hard your ancestors will feel it.”

“Kinky.”

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But something changes on the third day.

You’re working on your laptop across the room, watching him through the camera loop you installed in the ceiling, just in case he tries anything.

He hasn’t.

In fact, it’s kind of annoying. He could get out. You know it. He knows it. That arm? The strength? The way he keeps testing the chains just lightly every few hours?

If he wanted to leave, he would’ve already.

But he hasn’t.

And that’s what scares you more than anything else.

You look up.

He’s watching you.

His eyes are darker now. Focused.

“You think you’re in control.” he says suddenly.

You blink, guarded now.

He leans forward, just a bit. “You’re not.”

You try to snort. Try to play it cool. “You’re tied up in my warehouse, buddy.”

“And you’re out of your depth,” he says, so quietly it sinks in like cold water. “You have no idea who I am.”

Your stomach knots.

He smiles. Slowly.

“You kidnapped the wrong man. Or maybe…” He tilts his head. “Maybe you kidnapped the Devil.”

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It hits you in pieces after that.

The arm. The mannerisms. The accent that slips in when he’s angry.

The rumors.

The stories.

The fucking nickname.

You type one final keyword into your database. One you didn’t dare use before.

“Devil.”

The screen loads.

There’s no picture.

Just a file. One that’s been sealed, flagged, and wiped clean more times than you can count.

But there’s a name.

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES

A.K.A. THE WINTER DEVIL

Status: UNKNOWN. Dangerous.

Eliminate on sight.

You stare at the screen.

Then you look at the man, still chained to your chair, smirking like he knows everything.

You whisper, “…holy fucking shit.”

He grins.

“That’s more like it.”

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(To be continued… maybe)

[yourlocallunatic]

I desperately need more Ridoc teasing and in control. That was one of the best smutty fics I’ve read in a long time

Payback

Ricoc Gamlyn x Fem!reader 18+

summary: Ridoc loves to tease you and flirt with you, sometimes it might go a little too far. So you decide to show him what it feels like. He doesn't take it as well as you thought...(Follows Fourth Wing plot, before anything bad happens, I love the peace lol)

warnings: Smuuuutt! piv sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving) improper use of signets, dom!Ridoc, brat tamer!Ridoc, itty bit of praise & degradation kink. lots of dirty talk too many feeling (I couldn't help it, I love love)

wordcount: 6.9K (lol)

notes: thanks for the request and love! I could not get the scene from OS were Ridoc and Vi are arguing and she says how ice starts forming at his fingers when he's getting angry out of my head. I just had to include it. Can't stop thinking about Ridoc and his cold ass hands (might need to dedicate a whole post to it lmk if you'd wanna see that)

You were friends Ridoc. Just friends. Nothing more. He was a rider, you were a rider, you had your squad, your section leaders, your wingleaders. Everything was normal and as it should be.

Until it wasn't.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened or what exactly Ridoc had said to make you want to get back at him.

Maybe it was the day he'd called you beautiful right after you'd fallen in the river during flight maneuvers. Your dragon had plucked you out of the water and returned to the flight field where everyone else was, your clothes were sopping wet, and drops of water slid over your face. The rest of your squad was laughing at you (like the annoying friends that they were) even Ridoc laughed. But that was before he wiped a drop of water off the tip of your nose and spoke in a low and somewhat sultry voice.

"You're so beautiful when you're wet..." your face had heated at his words, not understanding exactly his lewd implications until he continued. "Wonder what else gets you that wet..." You'd pushed him away and screamed at him, scolding him for talking like a pervert. Rhiannon was not far behind in lecturing him.

Or maybe it was the full week he refused to call you anything other than princess. He regularly used the pet name in a way that made your heart flutter. But he was your friend and that's just what Ridoc did to his friends—tease. He'd still use the nickname with you on occasion, but only when he really wanted to annoy you.

Perhaps it was once he developed his signet and realized he could use it to absolutely annoy the shit out of you and your whole squad. He had started by wrapping his fingers around Violet's hot mug of tea when she wasn't looking and freezing it solid. Next, he woke up before Sawyer and froze his door shut, resulting in him being late to formation. But the kicker was when Ridoc discovered that he could dramatically cool his body temperature and even form frost on his fingertips. So in the moments you'd least expect it he would lightly drag his fingertips along you, the cold shocking you to your bone. At breakfast, during formation, he even went too far one time to grasp your upper thigh during battle brief. The chill ran all the way up your spine to the base of your skull, the contrast of the cool of his fingers and the heat so close to your center drove you crazy. You yelped at the feeling and disrupted the whole class, which caused Ridoc to burst out laughing.

No, no, it had to be the time when he straight up asked to sleep with you. That must've been what made you decide to get your revenge.

Violet had been complaining about how she missed sex and Liam offered to find some candidates for her. Ridoc decided to throw his name in the ring, saying he'd be happy to oblige her at any time.

"There’s no way Liam would pick you for Violet out of a lineup," Rhi chimed in, "He has good taste."

"Seriously, I need Liam to find someone for me. I miss sex too..." you joked, adding to the conversation.

"Well princess, like I told Violet, I'd be happy to help out," Ridoc said, leaning over next to you and messing with your hair. He was always flirty with his friends, that's just what he did, but honestly, it was getting too much.

"No thanks, I'll pass," you chuckled lightly as you tried to calm your racing heart.

"C'mon pleaseee," he all but begged you. You rolled your eyes at him in answer—a regular one of your responses to his antics—but he didn't accept it. The fingers that were messing with your hair found their way to the back of your neck and a steady flow of coldness jolted you in your seat. He leaned his head in closer before speaking once more, "You know I'll make you feel incredible sweetness, can I please just spend one night with you?" His cold fingers gripping the back of your neck and his warm breath on your face...holy Dunne...you knew Ridoc was hot but would today be the day you confessed your feelings?

Before you could asses the waves of arousal flowing through you and decide if you wanted to kiss him or not, Ridoc burst out laughing and removed his hand from you.

"I totally got you that time!" He held a hand to his chest as he caught his breath and you finally came to your senses.

"Fuck you, Gamlyn!" you cry and lay your head on the table in embarrassment.

"What happened?!" Sawyer asked from the other side of you. You groan in response curling further into yourself.

"I fully just turned her on, dude! Right before Physics too!" At this point tears were streaming out of his eyes from laughter

"Aw, Ridoc, ew! Don't be such a perv!" Rhiannon scolded him. Your face was still tucked in your arms on the desk.

"But she liked it," he said in a sing-song tone, his laughter finally subsiding. No. That's it. Ridoc was a fucking relentless, teasing, asshole of a flirt and he had to get a taste of his own medicine. You swing your face up from the table, the redness on it surely not gone yet, but it is about time someone said something to him.

"You better watch your back Ridoc," you snap, pointing your finger and digging it into his chest, "I'm gonna make sure you get what's coming for you."

"Ooo feisty, huh? We'll see about that, Princess."

And thus—the game began.

The first week you started simple, just as he had. You'd woken up in a particularly good mood as you knew that was the day you were going to turn the tables on Ridoc. You made your way to the dining hall in the morning and sat where you normally did with your squad and waited...Ridoc was always late in the mornings, he was a night owl and was regularly in other people's rooms. Not that it bothered you…no, you weren't jealous. No. Of course not. Nope. But surprisingly he was somewhat on-time that morning and his floppy brown hair fell over his forehead in the perfect messy way it always did. You kept your eyes on him as he made his way through the food line and to your table, completely disregarding your breakfast in front of you.

"What are you planning?" Violet asked through her mouthful of food, eyeing you suspiciously. You kept your gaze, not even breaking it to respond to your friend.

"You'll see," you smirked.

As he approached closer you scooched over, creating a spot at the table for Ricoc, and patted the bench in earnest. And waited again. You knew he would make a comment.

"Hm, someone's excited to see me this morning," There it is. He walked right into your trap.

"I can't help it..." You sigh, doing your best to sound sincere (though, it wasn't difficult to be sincere with him)

"Hmph?" he groans in response, mouth full of food.

"You just look sooo handsome this morning, want you next to me," you rest your cheek on one hand that's propped up by your elbow, and the other hand reaches out and slowly twists in his dark locks. You gaze at him, watching him closely in anticipation. His eyes shift looking between your own, looking for something. Gods...his eyes, so warm, so full of light. You want to get lost in them, in the joy they hold, in the stubbornness and fearlessness, and fuck. He was starting to laugh.

"W-what?" you stutter, retracting your hand from his hair.

"Gonna have to try harder than that, sweetness," the smile never leaves his lips as he digs into his breakfast.

"AHH," you grumble and stand from your seat. How the fuck did he win this one? You storm out of the dining hall, immediately starting your next plan.

"What in Malek's name did I just watch?" You hear Rhiannon's voice fade out as you leave.

The second week, you stepped up your game. Big time. If you couldn't flatter him you would flatter yourself. It was Tuesday night, squad hand-to-hand practice. Your normal training clothes weren't very favorable for your figure, you normally stuck to the standard issue training pants and boots and a plain long-sleeved top, but it was spring now, the weather was warmer, and no one would question your change in attire. So you changed. You wore the smallest and tightest of your training tanks, one from before you gained muscle as a rider, and at the very bottom of your armoire, you found your old tights. They were meant for training so it wasn't anything scandalous, you'd just outgrown them. But because of the tightness of the leggings, you did have to forego your undergarments to avoid any panty lines.

"Damn, girl. What's all this about?" Rhi asked you as you two and Violet made your way to the training room. You tugged on the straps of your tank to ensure your breasts stayed in place. Yeah, very tight.

"It's...hot out," you respond, not at all convincing them.

"Is this about you trying to get Ridoc back for getting you all hot and bothered before Physics a couple of weeks ago?" Violet speaks up, amusement imminent in her voice.

"He did not get me 'hot and bothered'" you defend yourself, "just...a little turned on. He just won't stop teasing, just trying to show him how it feels!" you continue your defense.

"This is seduction. Not teasing," Rhiannon says. Whatever. Is that not what Ridoc was doing to you? You just roll your eyes and continue into the training room, eyes immediately seeking out Ridoc. You find him on the mat, sparring with Sawyer. The fight was pretty evenly matched, Sawyer had a little height on Ridoc, but Ridoc had a little more bulk on him. Fuck, those muscles, straining the sleeves of his shirt. You shook your head and cleared your thoughts moving closer to the mat. You walk right up to the edge of it and cross your arms, subtly pushing your breasts up and closer together.

"Looking good boys," You say, gaining their attention, hoping you could draw Ridoc's away just long enough for Sawyer to get the high ground. Unfortunately, you overestimated Sawyer's ability to keep his eyes where they need to be.

"Woah." Sawyer sighed lightly under his breath. You rolled your eyes at him and looked for a reaction from Ridoc. He just looked you up and down slowly before tackling Sawyer to the ground. Seriously? 

Sawyer just bumped down a notch on the friend poll. 

The boys finish their match quickly, Ridoc taking the win after Sawyer lost his focus, and exit the mat. You stay at the edge waiting for Ridoc to pass you and acknowledge you in some way other than giving you a once-over. He saunters over slowly, a light sweat glistening his forehead and leans down right to your level before speaking.

"You look good too, princess," your face heats and your heart beats faster at the excitement of your victory over him. Until he keeps talking. "But...I've already imagined your body enough times to not be surprised at how good you look." You don't know if it's anger or arousal that's causing wetness to pool at your core, all you know is that he's won. Yet again.

That same night you tried again and failed. You thought maybe sparring with him and getting your bodies closer would get him going, but it proved the opposite. You'd ended up underneath him, heat coursing through your veins. However, you could've sworn you felt something poking at your lower stomach, maybe it was just false hope.

By the third week, you knew you'd have to come up with something really good. But you didn't. You tried to search for something that you could do to get back at him, but everything you came up with was either not good enough or too good, to the point where you think it would just backfire and you'd end up turned on again.

It was a Friday and all your friends decided it was time for a much-needed study night—aided by some alcohol. You walked into Sawyer's room defeated, still not have come up with anything good enough to tease Ridoc with. The room was full, Sawyer laid sprawled across his bed with Violet sitting at the foot of it, Rhiannon and Liam lay on the floor with their texts open in front of them, then there was Ridoc. He sat on the chair at Sawyer's desk, facing your friends and ignoring the books on the desk, his legs were spread wide and his hands were crossed behind his head. He smirked as you walked through the door and looked around for a place to settle down.

Your eyes crossed the room and landed on Ridoc, your gaze lingers on him for maybe a moment too long, but that one moment was enough for a stupid thought to enter your brain. Hopefully, stupid enough to work.

You throw your bag and jacket on the ground and step over the books laid on the ground, making your way to Ridoc. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it quickly when you plopped right down in his lap. He was stunned silent for a moment before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him to settle you into his embrace.

"Oh? Go right ahead I suppose," He says cockily, but you catch the hint of confusion in his voice.

"What? There was nowhere else to sit," you feign your confidence and try to ignore the feeling of Ridoc's arm around you.

"I would have gladly moved to avoid whatever this is..." Rhiannon says from the ground in disgust. You ignore her comment and begin a conversation with Liam, trying your best to pretend you weren't sitting in Ridoc's lap. But once you got a drink in you, and a little more, it became very difficult to ignore. That was when you had your next bright idea.

Violet was talking about her issues with Riorson and you nodded along as she droned on with her complaints, your brain was a little fuzzy and you were growing bored of her repeating the same thing. After a while your body had relaxed perfectly into Ridoc's and as the conversation flowed your body relaxed even more and the little thought wormed it's way into your brain. You didn't think about the implications of your actions before you wiggled your ass and slowly ground down on his lap. His grip tightened around you waist, a warning maybe?

You waited for his arm to loosen around you before you made your next move, letting the conversation around you continue you once more ground your hips down onto his lap, doing your best to make it look like you were just adjusting. His grip tightened again, and this time you felt his cock begin to harden underneath you. You were winning this time.

You don't wait this time before moving again, fidgeting in your seat as you hear Liam trying to defend Riorson in the background. Ridoc didn't let up on his hold on you, this time wrapping his other arm around your waist and digging his fingers in deeper. He grunts lowly behind you as you grind your ass harder down onto him. The harder you go the harder his fingers on your waist grab and his bruising grasp suddenly grows cold as he grows harder. Oh fuck.

"This the game you want to play?" His voice was right next to your ear, his hot breath causing a chill to run through you. You can't stop, not now, you were so close to winning this. But his voice. And his arms around you. And his cold fingers. No. You turn your head a little to the side, your lips so close to his as you respond.

"Hm, I'm just giving you what you deserve."

"Yeah? Okay, princess. We'll play that way then," His words were low and gravelly, filled with arousal. You nearly moaned out loud. But he was fast. Only a second later he shoved you from his lap, you stumbled to stand as the conversation around you died down. You swing your head to look at him and ask him why the fuck he just did that but he had already gathered his things and was halfway out the door, mumbling a quick "Gotta go." and leaving you speechless.

"What's up with him?" Rhi asks, sending a questioning look your way. Your astonishment slowly turned to a feeling of pride and a small smile appeared on your face.

"Let's just say I finally got him back," you smirk and move back to the chair where he sat, the seat still warm.

That's what you thought at least.

Another week passed and you were confident you had gotten your revenge on Ridoc. He hadn't said anything about the incident, leading you to believe that he was just embarrassed. Oh how wrong you were.

It was late, the hallways dark, only lit by a mage light or two. You couldn't sleep so attempted to make your way to the flight field for a late-night flight. But you didn't make it very far before you were slammed face-forward against the wall. You tried to reach for the daggers on your belt but the assailant already had your wrists in their grasp. Your breathing picked up, a slight cry crawling its way out of your mouth in fear and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. Over the sound of the blood rushing through your head, you heard a slight shushing behind you, and warm breath on your face. Your senses came back to you and you felt the freezing cold hands on your wrists. Ridoc.

"Shh, shh, just me, sweetness," his voice was still teasing despite the immense fear you just showed. Your body relaxed instantly, slumping against the wall and letting his arms hold you up.

"Gods, Ridoc!" you keep your voice low, still aware that it's very late at night. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He hums in response, foregoing verbally answering your question. His face was still close to yours and he inhaled deeply before burying his face in your neck. "Ridoc, wha—oh..." A breathy sigh leaves you when you feel his hot tongue trace down your neck.

Shivers ran down your arms, covering you in gooseflesh as you melted even further into the wall. His hands move from your wrists and run all the way up your arms then back down to your waist, all while his tongue keeps moving. His cold touch finds its way to the hem of your shirt and slowly moves it up, his fingers glide across your the expanse of your stomach your body practically vibrating at the feeling. His mouth moved on your neck slowly and you didn't expect it when he bit down lightly.

"Ah! Fuck," you groan at the feeling, your panties surely soaked through at this point. Ridoc chuckles out a light, melodic laugh and leisurely withdraws his face.

"You like that?" He breathes out. Your brain was so foggy with arousal you didn't even think before responding.

"Mmm, yes," you crane your neck, reaching for his mouth with your but he retracts further, his hands falling from you, leaving your body colder than it was with his frozen fingers against you. He backs away even more as you turn around, his back almost against the opposite wall of the hallway. "Ridoc?" you sounded pathetic, you were sure of it.

"What, princess? I thought this is what you wanted to play now?" His voice was so gods-damned cocky. A wave of disappointment ran through you as he walked further away and down the hallway. Away from you in all your desperation. "Don't look so sad," he call out to you in a mock pout, "you'll get what you want eventually." Fuck. Him.

You withheld from your nighttime flight and instead made your way back to your room in haste. Stripping your pants off and laying on your bed as soon as you shut the door. You may be pissed at him, but he was still ridiculously hot and turned you on to no end. You rub your clit in furious circles, coming to your peak quickly and moaning out Ridoc's name. Well, you'd get back at him twice as hard.

The next day at breakfast you leave your food untouched, your thoughts running too fast for your sleep-deprived brain.

"Hmm...someone's sleepy," Ridoc says as he settles onto the bench next to you, far too close for comfort. "Wanna talk about what's keeping you up?" he asks knowingly.

"Not particularly," you snap back.

"Was it a guy? Or a girl? Finally find someone worth sleeping with?" He continues his teasing. Your first reaction is to be annoyed, you roll your eyes in response, but you still have a little confidence left.

"Yeah, actually," you answer him, sitting up in your seat straighter and scooting just a tad closer to him.

"What?" you could've sworn he sounded a little hurt.

"Mhm. He keeps walking around me though, just wish he would fuck me already, had to take care of myself last night," he coughs lightly and looks down at his plate, you take his moment of shyness as an opportunity and slide your hand over his thigh, moving it up slowly to where his cock started to harden. But that moment doesn't last long.

"Yeah? Maybe it's cause he's trying to teach you a lesson for being such a brat," his tone grows darker the further up his leg you get and you can't help the flush that seems to go through your body at the thought of him getting hard for you.

"Well, maybe he wouldn't have to teach me a lesson if he wasn't a brat first," you make your move in sync with your last word, cupping his hard cock with your hand. It was a step up from what he'd done to you last night. A really big step. Fuck, he was thick, you did what you could to fully grasp him from the confines of his pants but it was difficult with how large he was.

Ridoc wasn't taking any of your shit, he grabbed your wrist and moved it away from his center then pulled to bring you closer to him.

"You're gonna regret that, sweetness," How did he manage to sound so teasing and so sexy at the same time? "You thought last night was bad? I'll have you on your knees begging for me next time," Your body stills at his words, you've exhausted all your courage and were left in front of him defenseless. He stares into your eyes as your body begins to tremble with need. He managed to get to you every single time, but at least this time you'd known for sure that you were also getting to him.

"Will you guys please just shut up and fuck already?" Rhiannon finally shouts, slamming her cutlery down on the table. "It's making me fucking sick."

"Sorry, Rhi," Ridoc pushes away from you, easily masking his emotions while you still sit in agony. "Not my fault," that breaks you from your trance.

"Not your fault? I–I'm not–"

"Save it, princess," He shuts you up way to easily, standing swiftly and exiting the dining hall. Your head falls to the table in defeat and embarrassment.

"You two are seriously disgusting," Liam speaks up. "And that's saying something." You groan in response, whining at the teasing from your friends. But even through your embarrassment you couldn't get Ridoc's words out of your head and you tried to push the thought of begging on your knees for him out of your head.

Over the next few days, you did your best to avoid Ridoc. Not that you didn't want to see him—it was the opposite really—you just weren't sure if you could handle any more teasing (seduction) from him before breaking. He'd caught your eye a couple of times a subtle twinkle in them every time, paired with a smirk on his face. That alone was enough for you to want to get on your knees for him.

It was exactly five days later when he came back to you to fulfill his promise. Five agonizing days without speaking to Ridoc. You tried to convince yourself that it was just because he was turning you on, but you knew the truth. You knew it was because you had real feelings for him, and you were afraid he didn't return them.

You'd just finished training for the day and were ready to crash for the night, your back sore and arms tired from holding out against Imogen. You closed the door to your room behind you and lay on the floor to stretch your stiff muscles. You hadn't even been alone for a minute before your door burst open and shut again in quick succession.

"Ridoc?" he rotates his wrist slightly and you hear the lock on your door click behind you and he locks it with lesser magic—something you still haven't mastered. He stalks over to where you are on the ground, your body propped up by just your elbows and before you know it he's on top of you. Kissing you. Hard.

Your arms give out beneath you but Ridoc is there, wrapping his arms around you and holding you up.

"Couldn't—mph—wait another fucking minute," he grunts out as you begin to return his kisses, struggling to keep up with his fast pace. His words. His mouth on yours...you could've sworn you'd reached the afterlife and Zihnal had favored you. You keep kissing him in earnest, not caring that he decided right now to give in for whatever reason. What did make him give in right now?

"W–wait, why now?" You try to push him away gently but he resists trailing kisses down the side of your neck. He mumbles between them, something unintelligible, you push him harder "Ridoc, can't hear you." he gives into you and pulls away slightly to speak clearly.

"I said, you're wearing that fucking shirt again," you look down and it clicks in your head, this was the tiny training tank that you wore that one day to tease him. And you had worn it again for training that night, not even thinking it would do anything to him after the first time.

"Oh so you just saw my tits and couldn't hold back," you taunt. He does not take to your teasing well and grabs your face with one hand, his cold fingers squishing your cheeks together.

"Don't forget what you did the other day, sweetness. I'm not going back on my word," You feel your body being to submit to him, but you still want to push him a little further, you weren't quite done with your game yet.

"Hm, want me on my knees?" you question, craning your neck to try to capture his lips again. He ignores you and stands, walking to the door.

"Fine, I'll leave."

"No! No, stay! Please, Ridoc," you scramble up from the ground, not quite making it to your feet as your pleading begins. This can't happen again, he can't leave you to take care of yourself once more. You could've been begging for life itself with Malek with the way you felt.

"Seriously? All it took was three words and you're doing exactly what I want you to," he turns from where he stands by the door and looks down at you pathetically. There you were. On your knees. Begging him.

You honestly couldn't care at this point that you'd given up completely on your goal to tease him back. You needed him. Just as you needed air to breathe. You'd surely regret your actions tomorrow but there was no way you could wait any longer.

"I give up, okay! I just need you to touch me, please..."

"Think you're gonna get away with it that easy? After all your teasing..." he tsks and walks closer to you, moving his hands to his hips to unbuckle his belt. Your mouth waters at the prospect of his cock in your mouth. You reach your hands out impatiently to take over the job of removing his belt, but right when you get there he slaps your hands away. "No hands. You're gonna take what I give you, princess." you nod in understanding, opting to behave and listen to him so he doesn't threaten to leave again.

He removes his belt and undoes the button on his pants, sliding them and his boxers down just enough to pull his leaking cock out. You'd felt it the other day, yes, but seeing it was something else. If your mouth was watering at the thought, you're sure you started drooling at the sight. He pumps himself a couple of times, spreading the wetness at the tip with his thumb before he sticks his hand out in front of you, mumbling out a "Spit." you listen, spitting in his hand and letting the excess drool fall down your chin as you look up at him through your lashes. He continued to touch himself a little longer before you realized what he was doing. He was waiting for you to ask for it.

"Ridoc, please...can I please?" you ask as soon as you realize what's going on. You notice him drawing in a deep breath to keep control before he answers you.

"Please what?"

"Ridoc! I asked nicely," You pout and start to bring your hands up again before deciding otherwise, knowing you'd get in trouble.

"Yes, you did. But I want to hear you say it," You could tell he was having a hard time holding himself together and you were too, so you gave in.

"Wanna suck your cock, please—" You couldn't even finish before he grasped your jaw again and opened your mouth up, shoving his thick cock inside. You choke at first but quickly adjust and start to get to work.

"Good girl, see what happens when you obey?" his words shoot straight to your pussy, his praise making you even slicker.

"M–phm," you agree, your response muffled. He moves slowly, but you know it's more for his sake of not finishing too soon than it is for your sake of not choking again. He fucks into your mouth and you bob your head in rhythm, soothing the underside of his cock with your tongue. He tasted amazing, better than you imagined when you touched yourself.

"So good, princess," he groans and wraps his fingers in your hair and pulls your head off him, your lips leaving him with a pop. Drool streams down your chin, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes. You try to move forward again but his hand in your hair holds you back. "You're not done behaving are you?"

"No, no, I'll behave," you answer with a shake of your head.

"Good. Take your clothes off and sit on the bed." You move quickly, not wanting to spend another second without his hands on you. You remove your shirt first while kicking off your boots, then make quick work of your pants and lean back to sit on the edge of your bed. You cross your legs at the ankle and swing them back and forth, impatiently waiting for Ridoc as get walks closer to you. He reaches his hand out and plucks at the thin strap of your bra. "All of your clothes," he says sternly. You grow slightly nervous to be completely naked in front of him with him being mostly clothed.

"But—" your words are cut off with only a hard look from him. You stand again and reach around you to pull your bra off. Ridoc's grip on his cock visibly tightens as your tits bounce free. You keep your eyes on him and lean down, taking your panties off and dangling them in front of his face before dropping them to the ground with the rest of your clothes. "Happy now?" you snark, though still keeping the smile on your face to show him you would keep behaving.

"Very," he sighs before pouncing on you. He captures your mouth with his lips again, licking into your mouth to wind your tongues together. His fingers ran over your body deftly, the light touches driving you mad. But his fingertips grew colder, they were literally ice against you and you whine at the feeling.

He was losing control, he wasn't able to keep his signet in check.

He didn't acknowledge his signet taking hold, instead, he broke away from your kiss momentarily to remove his shirt and shove down his pants even more. You reach out to touch him, disregarding anything he might have to say about it. Thankfully he seems too lost in his mind to bother with it, so you run your hands along his body your fingers feeling their way across his muscular back, and pull him closer to you.

Fully undressed now, Ridoc glides his hands further down your body as he continues to kiss you deeply, your own hands tangled in his hair. He clutches your hips hard and moves one hand to your aching cunt then drags his fingers through achingly slow.

"Ridoc! 'S too cold!" you gasp at the feeling of his frozen fingers at your core. But he ignores your complaint and keeps moving his fingers through your slick.

"So fucking wet," he moves his head away from your mouth, leaning back to admire your pussy. "You're dripping, sweetness, did you get this wet just from sucking my cock?" You nod your head in response. "Yeah? You've been wanting this for a long time, huh?

"Please, need more."

"More? I gave you my cock...I'm touching your pussy...what more could you want?" You groan in annoyance at the fact he's making you beg more.

"Ridoc, please! Want you to fuck me, please, I've waited so long..." You cry out pitifully, his fingers still fondling your center.

"Yes, you have, but you were acting like a slut," He plunges two of his fingers deep inside of you, curling them upwards to give you the friction you needed, sinful moans flew from your mouth. "If you just asked me to fuck you I would have, princess."

Despite his dominating tone, the last of his words held a sweetness to them, you knew that if you truly did ask him, he would've done anything for you. But instead there you were, begging him to fuck you while his ice-cold fingers did the job his dick should be doing.

"Ridoc, I need you, please, I need your cock inside me, I'm sorry for teasing! Just please, fuck me!" Your voice was desperate, embarrassingly so. But he wanted you begging and he got it. Seeming satisfied with the job you were doing he pulled his fingers out and stuck them in his mouth, licking them with a tantalizing look on his face and a deep guttural groan.

"There it is," he says as he pulls his fingers from his mouth, "just needed to say sorry, princess, that's it. Good job, I'll fuck you now, don't worry." His voice sounded sweet, but there was a darkness masked underneath it. If you didn't trust Ridoc so much you might've been worried about what was in store for you, but you knew he'd never hurt you.

He grabs a hold of your hips again and pulls you right to the edge of the bed before rolling you onto your front and pulling your ass up. Then, before you know it you're filled to the brim with his thick cock.

"Ah, fuck!" you shout. Pleasure coursed through your entire body, your brain fuddled in ecstasy. Ridoc leaned forward, pushing his cock into you impossibly deeper in the process, and craned his head right down to where your face was smooshed on the bed.

"Tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop, okay, sweetness?"

"Mhm," you answer, too lost in the moment to give a real response.

"No, not gonna cut it, use your words," He didn't move, refusing to do so until you listened.

"I'll tell you, promise," you utter.

"That's it, who knew the slut could be such a good girl?" His tone regaining it's cockiness. He started fucking into you slowly after answering, but his pace picked up fast, very fast.

You felt like you were being completed, his cock fitting you perfectly, rutting deep against your cervix as his fingers bit harshly into your hips, pulling you back against him in deep motions. You covered your mouth with your hand, doing your best to contain how loud you were being.

"Gods, you feel so good, princess. Like you were fucking made for me," you moan into your hand at his words, just the thought of you being made for him, being the one for him, had you keening. Wishing you were the only thing he would ever touch again, the only being he would even taste again, touch again, breathe again.

Your sorrowful thoughts didn't last very long, the feeling of him surrounding you taking over. You loved him. You loved him. You loved him.

"I love you."

You blanch. Afraid of what you'd just said. You go to slap your hand over your mouth, wait. Your mouth was already covered by your hand. You didn't say that. Ridoc did.

You revel in the joy, the splendor, the indulgence of the words. But also the feeling of him fucking you so deep and hard. It was all too much too fast. Your climax approaches fast, not giving you any time to prepare before you're coming all over his cock, tears break free from their walls, flowing down your face in rivulets. You squeeze hard around his cock as you orgasm and his pace falters.

He pulls out after your cunt stops pulsing and strokes his dick a few more times before he's spilling his seed across your ass, saying a string of curses as he does so.

Your body falls lax against your bed and you feel Ridoc wiping himself off of you with soft fabric and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you up to lay the right way up on the bed. He adjusts so he lays first, dragging you to lay your head on his chest. He loves you.

"There we go, c'mere swee—" He sits up quickly, your head rolling off of him as he shoots forward, hands moving to your hips with soft touches "Oh, oh fuck—oh my gods I'm sorry, princess. I'm so fucking sorry, I—I didn't mean to." You tilt your head and look to where his hands barely graze your hips, there your skin is frostbitten into the shapes of his perfect fingertips. Your mind whirs and you look at his face, worry etched over it so clearly. His eyes swim with tears. He loves you.

"Did you mean it?"

"NO! Gods, I'd never...I think I just lost control and—and I can't even tell you how sorry I am princess, gods I can't—" his lip trembles and he moves his hands away from you to run them through his hair.

"Ridoc, no. Do you love me?" you reach to take hold of his face, turning him so he's looking you dead in the eye. The tears don't fall from his eyes and they soften, his body relaxing as he sees the look that has so obviously been on your face for so long.

"More than anything..." He melts into your hold, the affection such a drastic change from him just a few minutes ago. You don't let him say anything else before you move in on him, locking your lips together again. The kiss wasn't as desperate as your ones from earlier, but just as passionate.

"I love you. I have for a while I think..." your voice draws off as you think back to how you acted toward him. "Sorry for being so bratty...just wanted to tease you back to show you how it felt." His gaze switches from a loving look to one of amusement before he tosses his head back in laughter.

"It's okay, sweetness, can't you tell that I like a little bit of excitement?" you giggle along with him.

"Yeah, I guess..." you say, still a little nervous.

"Gods, you're so fucking hot, can't tell you how hard it was to hold myself back from you for so long." You smile, confidence flooding back through you.

"Hm, good to know." You push him back onto the bed to lie again before you crawl into his arms. The place you'd so long desired to be in. You glance down at your bodies entwined together, like roots that grew into each other. His hand still absentmindedly tracing around your lightly frostbitten hips. The marks didn't hurt too much, just enough to remind you he'd been there. You still loved his cold hands.  

[satkru]

*๑♡՞ . cnc , dead dove: do not eat , extremely dark themes , usage of power over another individual (forgot what thats called) , gun-play , threats , little to unknown amount of consent , read at your own discretion , possibly could be considered a crack fic?? , also slight revenge fucking

p.s . this is a more filler fic than anything as i try to get my writing schedule under control, im mostly getting ideas as i watch the 2nd season of squid games, other than that, i hope this fic can fufill ur dark fantasies!! also this isnt any specific triangle guard, but hes tall and lanky w a big dick, who also seems to be ur ex

y/n didnt know why he even got himself in this predicament, all he wanted was to get some money to pay off the loan sharks and be done with them already. but he was too blindsided by the thought of winning all the money for himself to realize how much of a fuck up he really made, now, he was stuck in a murderous game filled with all types of shitty people who were just like him. y/n lied in bed as the announcement notified the rest of the players about their set bedtime.

he tossed and turned, and even when the lights officially turned off, he still couldnt find a wink of sleep inside his system. so to appear like all of the others, y/n closed his eyes and pretended to fall asleep. minutes went by and the silence in the dark room annoyed y/n more than when the other dunces were screaming their heads off.

in the midst of the silence, y/n couldnt help but hear the shuffling of baggy pants legs rubbing against each other, seeming to draw closer to his bed. suddenly, the noise stopped and the silence that was originally in the room began to seep back in. "player 037, please get up from your bed", the familiar voice of a guard made y/n's eyes shoot open and sat him up straight. the sight of the triangle on the guards mask made y/n tremble, and the assault rifle in front of him scared him shitless. "follow me."

y/n got up from his bed and waddled behind the guard, his heart and mind racing every passing second. the two passed through the door leading into the room that led to the multitude of different games, climbing up the stairs and eventually stopping at the top.

the guard led y/n into the men's bathroom and dragged him into one of the small and isolated bathroom compartments. "your pants." the guard instructed, y/n nodded his head vigorously and dropped his pants as fast as he could, thinking he had some sort of contraband hiding on him that the guards didnt take already.

"turn around." the guard ordered, causing shivers to run down y/n's spine. yet again, the man followed the orders and whipped around as fast as he could in such a small space. the sound of pants unbuckling and clothes shuffling off of someone made y/n's heart drop. "w-wait..! w-what are you doing—!" y/n's question was cut off as he felt his underwear fall from his hips and something shoving its way into his tight hole.

y/n shrieked, the feeling of pain, but also pleasure, ran through his veins and nerves at the same time. "so tight..." the guard whispered as he then began to thrust inside y/n, causing the man to let out confused noises and moans. somehow, such a situation made the man grow harder than he had ever been. could he really be into such a thing?

"keep it down 037.. fuck.. youre so much more tighter than I expected you to be.." the guard let out breathy groans, his hips thrusting into y/n without any hesitation. his arm wrapped around the throat of the player, putting him into a headlock, but not putting any pressure on his neck. it was more like a way to keep y/n's moans low and quiet.

the guard threw his head back in pure bliss, the feeling of his cock being swallowed up by y/n's gummy walls made his groans more audible. "stop squirming 037.. or else i'll have to use more forceful actions to keep you from moving.." the deep and harsh voice commanded y/n once again, "fuck! guard- sir-! im gonna cum!!" the timid and shaky voice of y/n warned the guard that he was soon reaching his climax.

but the guard did nothing to stop the inevitable action y/n would soon face, instead, he quickened his pace and bent more forward. y/n cried out as he was soon taken over by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, his cock spilling out ribbons of white cum onto the lid of the toilet.

"n-no..! stop! i already came!!" y/n begged as tears dropped from his eyes, his shaky hands tried prying off the arm of the guard from his neck, but there was no use. as his strength slowly left him, the feeling of pure bliss slowly filled the emptiness that his strength had left. "player 037, stop resisting.. oh fuck.. or else.. you'll face a more graver punishment...".

the guard's thrusts became more sloppy and ruthless, leaving y/n breathless and desperate for a break. the sound of wet skin to skin contact filled up the bathroom, echoing off the porcelain tiles of the room. "go on and cum again.. i know you want to" the deep, but also sweet voice of the guard whispered directly into y/n's ear, causing him to lose more of his mind to hysteria.

"im going to fill up this tight hole with so much of my cum it'll be flowing out of you for hours.. you'll have to sit out of the games unless you want my cum to seep out of you and stain your pants.." the guard loosened his arm around y/n's throat and instead grabbed a fistful of his hair. "you want it dont you? just admit you want it all in your guts baby.." although y/n couldnt see it, he knew that the guard had a smug smirk plastered on his lips.

"fuck off why dont you.." y/n choked out before succumbing to the moans bubbling up in his throat. "dont be so mean my love, dont you remember me?" the guard dragged his hand down to y/n's cock, slipping it into his hand and gently caressing it. such a small action made y/n go absolutely mad, making his hole tighten around his aggressors cock. "i could care less on who the fuck you are!! just quicken your pace!!" y/n barked back, his limbs were growing more weak each thrust, causing him to wobble and shake like a newborn horse.

the guard simply chuckled and quickened his pace, "youre still as commanding as you were when we were together.. it riles me up so good!.." y/n couldnt hold back any longer and released his second load of cum onto the toilet once again. "o-okay stop! fuck! please stop!" y/n sobbed, but his cries fell on deaf ears as the guard then released his own load inside of y/n's guts.

"I missed that feeling so fucking bad.." the guard slowly pulled out and watched as his cum drooped onto the floor, y/n's hole was pounded into oblivion, the swollenness and puffiness made it obvious to onlookers. "damn thats hot" the guard purred, his voice low and and barely above a whisper. "a-are we done now..?" y/n asked, hiccups interrupting his breathing every now and then.

"done? oh baby im just getting started.." the guard smugly stated as he took the gun off his shoulders and shoved y/n forward so that the stall would have enough room to be able to thrust his handgun in and out of y/n's already gaping hole. "w-what are you doing?!" y/n screamed and began trying to squirm out of the bathroom, but was stopped when the guard pulled on his hair and shoved him down.

"jeez do you really need to make everything more difficult..?" He snarled before wrapping his arm around y/n's hip to hold him up. Y/n couldnt help but shuffle around, uncomfortable with the humid air constantly hitting his bare ass, along with the harsh degradation from the guard.

Y/n gasped at the cool but sensational feeling of cold and untouched metal at the entrance of his hole, the unfamiliar feeling felt confusing but in that confusion was pure bliss and lust. "thrust.." the player whispered with his face buried in his forearms. The guard smirked under his mask and gladly began to thrust the weapon in and out of y/n.

Y/n through his head back in pleasure, moans coming out of his mouth automatically. drool seeped down his chin and fell on the rim of the toilet. "faster..! i need to cum a second time" y/n commanded, his words laced with sexual frustration as the pistol barely hit any vital points.

"you got it boss" the guard chuckled as he tightened his grip and began to fuck the pistol into y/n's already leaking hole. slight squelching noises bounced off the stall walls along with moderately loud moans. y/n's knees bended more, to the point where they were leaning on one another for support.

y/n's voice progressively got more desperate, his breath was beginning to weigh on him and he could feel another orgasm tightening up in his abdomen. "just a few more baby, then we'll be done" the guard hummed, his own cock strained against y/n's thigh, twitching at every moan and whimper y/n let out.

"im cumming..!!" y/n whined out, he could feel the knot in his stomach slowly untying every thrust the guard threw his way. The gun was coated in cum and moisture from y/n's insides, the mess reached from the start of the pistol all the way back to where the trigger was. y/n loudly moaned as he felt hot ribbons of cum shoot out of him.

"god that was so hot.." the guard whispered, slowly pulling the gun out of y/n, making sure he remembered every last inch of that pistol. y/n's head hanged low, he was trying to regulate his breathing but had difficulty due to the steaminess both him and the guard's questionable actions.

"I'll meet you tomorrow night, be prepared player 037"

[sleepiedahlia]

HIS TAIL

FEATURING: LEVIATHAN,SATAN,BELPHIE,BARBATOS

TW: both smut and fluff but mostly fluff! tell me if i missed anything!

HIS WINGS|HIS TAIL ( YOU ARE HERE)

LEVIATHAN

-surprisingly his tail has a lot more scales then the rest of his body but he sheds every few months to make sure his scales are healthy and I also think he might be able to grow it back..?

-but his tail is very long and smooth scales so when you touch it your hand glides over his tail with ease

-he doesn’t use his tail as a defense mechanism as much as satan does because 1. He doses leave his room and 2.he’s really not a fighter,but if he did use his tail for defense he’ll hind of lift up his tail and wave it around slightly as warning but if someone doesn’t listen he will smack the living hell out of the with his tail

-his most sensitive sensitive area is the base of his tail even though his whole tail is sensitive but if you Touch by the base of his tail he shakes a little bit but he does like it! But during cuddling he wraps his tail around your waist or leg and the Same goes for in bed but he’ll be slightly more tight and he definitely uses it to help you out when you need it ;)

SATAN

-for Satan showing his tail to you when he is not angry is a sign of love deeper then anyone could imagine

-but his tail has very rough scales so it does make it harder to Touch because it’s also kinda spiky as well

-when he gets angry his tail becomes a weapon and it hurts when it Hits you smack dab in the fase…yeah that will leave…a few marks,when he tries to warn someone on the rare occasion if he doesn’t already try to kill them the first time they did something his tail wraps around his leg tightly almost enough to go through his skin and most of time he tries to use it to kill lucifer

-his Most sensitive are is the tip of his tail and when you touch it he’ll pull away pretty quickly but once he realizes you mean no harm to him he’ll let you touch it as much of you want!

-he does like to have it wrapped around you a lot and especially when you two read together but only in private because he wouldn’t have it out in public ever only if he was about to make someone have a 504 error and never be seen again

BELPHIE

-belphie has a cow like tail but it's not soft though it's more rough then it looks but it doesn’t stop him from sleeping with it

-he mostly uses it to keep you as his cuddle buddy for longer then you wanted but that’s actually how he first showed it you, he had his tail wrapped around your waist

-but after he realized he was doing that it was too late and he did that every time you cuddled or slept with him:)

-defense wise he doesn’t use it all but if he did he would also try to use to kill Lucifer and put him six feet under or someone took his pillow and he wants revenge which also might end in a 504 error…just don’t cross him…

-his most sensitive place is the tip of his tail before it goes into a big fluff ball,if you do touch there he’ll just wrap his tail around your hand tightly and that all that really happens but if it where someone else beware he might strangle them to death

-in bed I think he would just use it to hold you down and he would definitely use the fluff part of his tail to mess with your nipples a little bit or your clit

BARBATOS

-barbatos tail has a slight slimy feeling to it and has more of a sea serpent shape to his tail like levi

-but he uses his tail like another arm he can use it for anything and since he has and extra part to his tail he could definitely hold you down and grab else at the same time

-the only time he’d ever use his tail is when someone tried to do something to the prince,I swear with his tail he could take like 4 demons out at the same time and he also has good tail reflex’s so he can tell when something’s near him and if something’s thrown at him he can smack it away or grab it with his tail but he could also probably use his tail like a spear also

-honestly I don’t think he has any sensitive spots but if I had to chose a specific place it would be the extra part on his tail and if someone or you were to touch it he will just ask you to stop but if it’s you he won’t say anything and just let’s you touch it

-in bed he could possibly use the second part on his tail to stimulate you while he’s fucking you into the mattress but if your into gagging he would probably use his tail as a gag for you if you wanted:)

@SLEEPIEDAHLIA

- PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK! BUT PLEASE ADD CREDIT IF YOU USED MINE AS A REFERENCE FOR A POST! PLEASE AND THANK YOU! -

[cannellee]

♡. TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE

𐐪 yandere! alpha! south x omega! reader · soulmate au!

— synopsis : when south finds out that the omega he's in love with already found her fated pair, he beats his rival up, making sure she can never leave him for someone else.

cw : obsessive/possessive behaviour, red flag, hints of killing someone, sequestration...

note : i was supposed to write for multiple characters but kinda gave up after writing south's one. but if you're interested in another character in this specific context, you can always send me a request ! ♡

MY MASTERLIST : 💌

♡. YANDERE! ALPHA! SOUTH (soulmate marks)

honestly, south has never been one to get attached to someone, let alone an omega. they were too weak for his liking and couldn't bother remembering any of the names of the omegas he had slept with.

that's until you came along. out of nowhere, south began to crave for that soft speech and delicate manners, the sweet perfume you surrounded him with each time you were around. south felt like your relationship was meant to be, he never felt this great, never felt this feeling of belonging until you showed up and took all the space in his mind and heart.

but south was an alpha most and foremost, and he couldn't wait to make you his fully, to make sure you wouldn't be coveted by others. he was used to being straightforward and the pull he felt for you, urged him to confess everything.

he looked at the little symbol on his arm, wondering where yours could be. he caught himself staring at the mark more often than he'd like to admit and was sure you'd bear the same one. you had to, south wasn't mistaken with how well you got along.

how you regretted not catching the hints earlier...

when you awkwardly told him that you had already found your soulmate, south felt distraught. angry at first, with himself, for not wondering if you were taken, and at you, for hiding such an important detail to someone who was so openly courting you.

the symbol, so nicely placed on your shoulder, had nothing in common with his, and knowing it was something he couldn't change filled him with rage.

you didn't know if introducing south to your boyfriend was a good idea, but he had insisted and you believed it would put his mind at ease for him to see that your mate was a good person who took great care of you. the guilt you felt for turning him down compelled you to answer his request.

the whole thing was very awkward, south very visibly gauging him, glaring at your boyfriend's smaller built the way he would do with a bug. you apologised afterwards to your mate for putting him in such a weird situation and promised it wouldn't happen again.

you only lightly scolded south for his behaviour, knowing that it could've gone worse if it wasn't for you and your warnings you gave him about his violent personality and how it would upset you if this didn't go well.

your boyfriend didn't think south made a very good friend. you had gotten into an argument right after going home together, fiercely defending your friend and trying your best to reassure your boyfriend about him, that he didn't know him as well as you did. he didn't want to hear any of it, his instincts screaming at him to shield you from this beast.

but of course, you didn't listen.

angry and crying, you stormed out of your house, cursing him for believing you dumb enough to make friends with untrustworthy people. you knew his doubts didn't come out of nowhere, south didn't exactly offer the best image of himself during your date, but you thought he would trust you more than that.

you almost instantly regretted your little outburst, the harsh cold of the night punishing you for not listening to your boyfriend and stay to sleep at his place. you shivered, draging yourself to another street, heart pounding when you heard hushed voices.

the buildings prevented you from seeing them correctly and you stood there for a while, contemplating if you should try and enter that path, knowing full well it was the only way to join your appartement.

you jumped in fear and almost let out a scream upon feeling a firm hand grab your shoulder. relief took over you right after seeing south's questioning eyes.

"what are you doing here in the middle of the night ?" his tone was harsh, absolutely incredulous at how reckless you had been and grew even more annoyed upon hearing your answer.

he cradled your face glistening with tears in his big hand, watching you sniff and sob, before gifting you his jacket. he hugged your weaker form, inhaling your stressed out scent and cursing your boyfriend under his breath, although you remained completely oblivious to it.

south never truly believed in soulmates. he was an alpha, one of the strongest and most feared alpha. he desired a lot of things : money, respect, to get stronger, and... you. he didn't want to meet his soulmate, he wanted you.

and south was an alpha. he desired a lot of things, which he all obtained one way or another. he was ready to steal, to fight, to break, to destroy, in order to get what he wanted.

and tonight was the perfect moment he was going to snatch away what he most cherished. you were so weak, so fragile it felt like you could be stolen from him any moment, and judging from your fearful figure he held with an extreme care almost foreign to him, it was obvious your boyfriend didn't know how to properly look after such a delicate thing.

he urged you home, where you belonged after all those months courting you. and you followed him pliantly, relishing the comfort an alpha like him could give you. he tucked you in his bed, the manly smell enveloping you like a warm blanket, strong scent invading your whole being and acting as a sleeping pill. you fell asleep in no time and smiled of content when you felt his hand holding yours.

a sharp pain is what woke you up. it sent daggers to your shoulder and you screamed out of pain, looking around you like a mad woman for what could be the reason.

you briefly look at your shoulder, noticing in your panic that your mark was bleeding. a wave of terror took over you completely, thoughts all focused on one person only, your soulmate, knowing exactly that the pain you felt wasn't normal and that something had happened to your boyfriend.

you jolted up from bed, ran out of south's room and went to open the door, shaking it like crazy once you realised it was locked. you called for south, not expecting any answer after a while but too desperate to give up.

you arm hurt so much but you knew your soulmate was in greater pain, your matching symbol acting as a warning to his health state.

the most horrible scenarios played in your mind when you tried to reach for your phone to call him, incapable of thinking of anything else but him. south was nowhere to be seen and you were trapped inside, screaming and kicking with what little strength you could muster considering your alarmed state.

you soon let yourself slide down the door, curling up on yourself and sobbing uncontrollably, a trail of blood tainting your arm. despite your efforts at remaining awake and vigilant, the pain was too much to bear and forced you asleep.

when south found you after coming back home, he felt a bit sorry to see you in such a state, and somehow, a bit guilty too. but he knew it was better that way.

he knelt before you quietly, studying your unconscious form. you were curled up at the door like a broken thing, your breath shallow, cheeks flushed, eyes red from crying.

his jaw tensed as he caught sight of the still-bleeding mark on your shoulder. that damned mark.

It hadn’t faded, even after what he’d done. soulmate bonds were stubborn. sometimes unbreakable. but there were other ways to sever connections. messier ways. more painful.

he didn't like that it had come to this. he’d hoped you’d choose him on your own. that eventually, you’d grow tired of living cherishing a bond that clearly didn’t serve you. but instead, you clung to it. to him. a man too small for the kind of love you deserved. too weak to properly soothe up your tears. one who failed to protect you. one who couldn't even keep you warm when it mattered.

south had simply helped fate along. that’s how he saw it at least.

he gently picked you up, brushing a stray hair from your face, and carried you back to the bed with an ease that contradicted the chaos in his chest. your skin was cold, your expression still frowning in worry, and it angered him that even unconscious, you were mourning someone else.

“just wait,” he whispered, brushing your temple with his thumb. “you’ll see.”

he sat beside you the entire night. he didn’t sleep. just watched the slow rise and fall of your chest, inhaling the scent he knew for sure now belonged to him.

you woke up slowly, disoriented. the sunlight warmed the sheets but didn’t reach you. your shoulder ached, a deep throb beneath the bandage that pulsed with every beat of your heart.

for a second, your mind was blank. and then it all came rushing back.

you sat up too fast and the room spun, with the bedsheets tangled around your legs. you scrambled toward the nightstand, searching for your phone, your bag, anything — but it was gone.

your voice was raw when you called out : “south?”.

and he was already there, protective and guarding you, even in his own home.

he was leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed, and an unreadable gaze. a slow breath left him when he saw you panicking.

“you shouldn’t move so fast,” he said, stepping into the room, a sense of authority drifting around him. “you’ll rip it open again.”

“what did you do?” your voice trembled, anger cracking through the fear.

his jaw tensed at your question, but the answer was calm, composed. “i protected you.”

you stared at him, but he didn’t elaborate, he didn’t need to.

the mark and the blood. the scream buried deep in your flesh, the pain that you had felt. you knew what he meant.

your soulmate was gone. and that was all south's doing.

you gripped the blankets like a lifeline, hands shaking, tears filling your eyes. “you… killed him.”

“i stopped him,” he corrected softly, like he was stating a fact, trying to explain a simple thing to a kid too dumb to understand. “from hurting you. from keeping you from where you belonged.”

you couldn’t breathe, your chest tightened and felt heavy. “you don’t get to decide that—!”

“i do,” south snapped, and the room shifted.

it was the first time he raised his voice at you, although usually harsh, he never lost his temper in front of you. the alpha in him came forward, harsh and unable to see the wrong in his actions. you flinched, instincts screaming, your scent spiking in fear before you could help it.

his gaze sharpened, visibly angered. but he didn’t touch you.

he forced himself to soften, to reassure his panicked omega. he slowly crouched in front of you, his voice lower now. it was controlled, almost too calm.

“i’m not the bad guy,” he said, voice gentle, almost in a coaxing manner. “he didn’t deserve you. you don’t even know how close he came to losing you. walking alone at night? that part of town? you could’ve been taken, hurt, worse—”

“i was going home!” you cried.

“if he cared, you wouldn't be wandering the streets at midnight. some people just don't know how to protect what they have". he grabbed your hand, gently, but with a grip you couldn't escape from.

“i warned you,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “i told you. i told you he wasn’t good enough. and you didn’t listen.”

you tried to pull away. “you can’t just— you don't get to decide what's best for me".

“i did what needed to be done,” he said, voice quieter now. “because you’re mine. i took care of it because you shouldn't have to worry".

his hand came up to your jaw, fingers brushing it softly, like he was trying to calm a trembling animal.

“i didn’t want it to be like this,” he added. “i gave you time. i really tried to be patient.”

you blinked rapidly, tears blurring your surroundings. “but you locked me in here.”

“i kept you here. there’s a difference.”

he let go, walked across the room and opened the window, letting in fresh air like that made the cage any less suffocating.

“i know it hurts right now,” he said. “but pain fades. that bond, it was never meant to last. not compared to what i can give you.”

you didn’t answer him and he glanced back, jaw tensed. “he would’ve let you die, you know that? you would've never been safe with him.”

your voice was small now. “that’s not true.”

“you were out there. you were crying, you were alone and in danger. and i found you, not him".

he stepped closer, the space between you shrinking until it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. his eyes darkened, flickering with an intensity that wasn’t all about anger or control, it felt more personal, something he felt just for you. a fierce, unshakable loyalty. his whole focus was on you, like you were the only thing that mattered, and he’d do anything to keep you close.

“i won’t let anything take you away from me,” he whispered.

you looked away, and his fingers gripped your chin, forcing your eyes back to his. “i can smell it,” he said, softly. “you’re scared".

his hand released you, and for a second, there was silence again.

south then rose to his full height. and his voice had lost all his previous softness. “you’ll eat. you’ll sleep. you’ll heal.”

"and when you’re ready,” he added, watching you like he could already see the future, “you’ll thank me.”

thank you for reading (❀´ ˘ `❀) ♡

[darth-jess]

Anidala rant

Alright I really don't understand people saying that Anakin didn't actually love Padmé, he was just obsessive and then used her as an excuse to get more power.

First off, love in general is just a tad bit obsessive okay? I'm a bit obsessed with my husband, I love him, he's amazing. You have to be a little obsessive to have the courage to bear your heart and soul to someone who you are absolutely NOT supposed to be with. Also, can we talk about the fact that after Padmé "rejected" him he totally backed down? I mean he still loved her, but he wasn't going to push it anymore until she admitted that she loved him too.

Also…ANAKIN LITERALLY SACRIFICES HIS SOUL because he can't bear the thought of living without her. If it isn't clear enough in the movies (it is crystal clear) then the Revenge of the Sith novelization makes it even more so. He is genuinely horrified when he discovers that his friend, the Chancellor has been a Sith Lord this whole time, and multiple times he wishes Obi-wan was there with him because Anakin is so confused and has no idea what to do. And the ONLY reason he goes back to "save" Palpatine is because he can't let Palpatine die without learning how to save Padmé.

EVEN WHEN MACE IS FIGHTING PALPATINE Anakin wants Palpatine to BE ARRESTED. The only time Anakin moves against Mace Windu is when Mace is about to kill Palpatine, who has convinced Anakin that he is the only one who has the knowledge to save Padmé.

His turning to the Dark Side has nothing to do with power, and solely to do with wanting to save his wife from certain death. Dude was literally about to leave the Jedi Order, and he honestly didn't care anymore about being granted the rank of Master. The only reason he NEEDED the rank so badly is because he wanted to look up stuff in the Jedi archives ways he could possibly save Padmé, but only Jedi Masters were able to access some of these files. Add in the fact that his nightmares had made it impossible for him to sleep for literal days (weeks?) before the battle in the Chancellor's office.

Even when he's choking her on Mustafar, it's not because he never loved her, it's because he is in so much pain. All he sees is that the woman he loves most in the world, the woman he has sacrificed everything for and destroyed his soul for, WANTS HIM DEAD. Which of course isn't true, but why else would she have brought Obi-wan with her? He chokes her because every one of her words is a dagger, he feels betrayed and he can't listen to it anymore or he'll shatter. –This is not an excuse for any kind of abuse, but you have to understand the emotional turmoil he is going through. This is also not an argument that what he did was RIGHT in any way after turning to the Dark Side, but you do have to see how his actions (to him, at least) make perfect sense and that NONE of his actions hint at the fact that he either didn't love her or stopped loving her. He loved her even as Vader, he loved her forever.

Anyway, sorry, I've been reading the ROTS novelization and I'm almost done with it and I'm sad and emotional.

[agappa]

General relationships : Thorfinnxfem!reader

• well if we’re talking about him when he was a teenager it’s gonna be very rough ahah

• Like the only thing he’s thinking about for years is revenge so love is a feeling he’s really not accustomed to.

• He doesn’t acknowledge those romantic feelings. So when he started to feel differently about you compared to others he really didn’t know how to manage those feelings for you.

• So at first, he’s going to be mean to you because you have no right to make his heart beat so fast when you're around !

• Then with a lot of time, he’s going to soften up a little bit (nothing crazy he’s just going to stop screaming at you).

• And then out of nowhere, he is going to surprise himself with the thought of wanting you close to him, not wanting you to go to the battlefield, wanting nobody to hurt you or else they're going to hear about him.

• But honestly, I don't think he’s capable of being in a relationship with you at this time of his life, same when he’s a slave because he needs to work on himself first to accept you in his life.

• But if we're talking about him after those two states… Damn that man gonna treats you so right.

• He has so much love and kindness to give.

• At first, he has trouble receiving physical affection but after he gets used to it he becomes feral about it (but only in private).

• He loves talking all night with you about your projects, stories, and fears.

• Talking about fear this guy has a lot of trauma so you have to soothe all those nasty thoughts.

• But because of his past and current state, he knows how to take care of you when something troubles you.

• Like he got a lot of nightmares, at first he really didn’t want to annoy you with that, so he tried to not make it obvious and go sleep in another room. But once you reassure him and make it clear that you want to be by his side when he’s at his lowest, it's like he falls for you all over again and finally lets you smooth him to sleep (honestly I think I'm going to make a fic about this plot hehe).

• He’s the best listener and makes you feel heard.

• Especially about all your « girls » thing (menstruation, mood swings…) because he never really lived with women so he knows practically nothing about it ! But he’s very curious and eager to learn (like in the manga he thought that women could produce milk at any time, even without being pregnant…).

• So after you teach him about your periods he's gonna be very careful with you, he makes you an adapted diet when you got them and tracks your cycles to be sure everything is all right.

• So honestly he cherishes you like the most precious gem in this world, he already lost too much in his life he couldn’t stand to lose someone so important as you :,)

-> come check my other work <3

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

Headcanons for all 4 TMNT:

• they all love kids but they collectively agree that babies aged 0-2 are the best

• can any of them handle spice? absolutely not. does it stop them? no.

• the only thing can all collectively agree on without much arguing is music

• all are surprisingly pretty good dancers

• they have all said "suck my dick" at some point (raph uses it the most)

• they all manspread

• nothing triggers any of them more than a spider

-raph won't go anywhere near the spider and refuses to be in the same room with it

-mikey's okay with the spider but doesn't want it touching him

-donnie will move the spider without killing it but won't touch the web

-leo will touch the spider to take it outside but the feeling freaks him out

• don't say the words "i bet you won't" cause boom there they all go

• at some point they have all referred to april as mom just to piss her off

• they all agree smores poptarts are superior

• they play with april's hair if she's sitting in front of them on the ground

• shark week is a whole thing

• thanksgiving and christmas are the turtle's favorite times of year

• they will all devour the deviled eggs and cranberry sauce

• mikey and raph will shamelessly walk in the bathroom when their brothers are showering

• leo and donnie are very guilty of leaving cupboards open in the middle of the night

• raph and leo have similar facial expressions when shit hits the fan

• mikey and donnie freak out if wet food touches them when they do the dishes

• leo and mikey both really like dr phil

• donnie and raph can't stand the taste of bananas

• do any of them truly enjoy horror? no. do they suffer through the movie anyway? yes.

• april has sat on their laps when there's been no seats

-leo is the most calm and just settles his hands where she directs

-raph is a bit more timid and keeps one hand on her waist

-donnie tries to keep his hands off her because he's awkward

-mikey just wraps his arms around her like it's a normal thing

• splinter still tells the boys stories when they can't sleep after a tough patrol

• splinter also checks on the boys every night when they go to bed

• the guys can all shotgun like it's no ones business

• they're all very protective of april and casey's child(ren)

-one time one of the kids came home crying saying another kid pushed them down and all 4 of them were fully prepared to go to war

-if the kid is taking a guy to homecoming or prom, the dude gets threatening texts and blocked phone calls

• when april and casey's child(ren) was born, all the guys cried

-leo very reluctantly let someone else have a turn holding the child(ren)

-raph has made the child(ren) a blanket as a gift when they're born

-donnie handles all the medical care for the child(ren) and april during and after birth

-mikey decorated the child(ren)'s nursery and baby shower(s)

• april gets random texts to settle dumb arguments between the brothers

• they all love adele

• they all sing in the shower

• don't bring nerf guns into the lair for the sake of splinter's sanity

• vine references are frequently thrown around the lair

• they've all watched 90 day fiancé and they all hate ed

• mikey is the only one who can get any of his brothers to cry from laughing

• leo may suck at comforting his brothers but they all seek him out for comfort anyway

• donnie's sleep schedule is the worst so when he falls asleep in his lab his brothers have each carried him to bed

• raph can't sleep properly unless he knows that his brothers are close by and he's seen them go to bed

• splinter will still sometimes tuck the boys into bed if he knows they've had a rough time

• all of them have cussed out casey and vern for saying the wrong thing about a brother

• they all hardly swear around april

• splinter has banned legos in the lair because the boys were using them as revenge against each other

[masonmontz]

heeey, how are you? english is not my first language but i really wanted to write something about mason, so if you see something wrong, i’m sorry ):( hope you like it

funny + hot (just some acts and thoughts)

While on Tiktok you saw again that trend where someone sends a dirty text to their partner in front of family or friends to see their reactions. It's an old trend and you used to watch the videos that people made during the pandemic, but now they are doing again and you laugh so much watching all those videos.

And this is a perfect night to tease Mason.

Just because he likes to tease you. He deserves.

Debbie invited you two for her birthday in London and taking advantage of the fact that Mason has a few days off, you decided to travel from Manchester to his parents house.

You and Mason moved to Manchester and most of the time is just you two there, since your family lives in London too. Tonight you attended your mother-in-law's birthday and tomorrow your parents invited you two for lunch, and you will have no rest until you return home.

You are standing next to Jaz in the stairs, paying attention to what she says about Summer’s new school, and you can see Mila sleeping on the couch while her big sister colors the princess book that you and Mason bought for her.

Debbie is sitting next to Mason talking happily, probably happy because her baby boy is home again after a long time. Tony and Lewis are sitting with them on the couch, and you can see them laughing about something Lewis is talking about, maybe one of his crazy travels.

You pick up your phone when you see Mason taking his, but you can’t see what he’s doing because he is sitting in front of you.

You turn off your phone and put it back in your pocket, looking at Mason to see his reaction.

You can see perfectly when he is reading the message, because he paralyzes for thousandths. You see him gulp and he turns his gaze to you.

You send him a shy - and false - smile, pretending like you didn't send him a dirty text twenty seconds ago while his mom is by his side.

Mason shakes his head and can’t hold back a smile, picking up a pillow and placing it on his lap, so no one can see his hard crotch under his pants.

“What are you doing?” You can see his lips move, but you shrug, still looking inocent.

You turn to Jaz and answer her about Summer’s birthday next month. You look again at Mason and he pretends paying attention about what his mom is saying but you can see perfectly how he presses the pillow against his crotch.

He raises his gaze to yours once again.

“I need to go to the bathroom” You say to Jaz and she agrees, moving herself to the couch with everyone.

You laugh alone because of Mason. He always try to tease you in public or anywhere else, but it's so funny to be able to get revenge knowing that he will be embarrassed for getting a hard-on around his family.

You pass through the hallway and go to the bathroom, knowing that your boyfriend will appear in a few seconds. You stare yourself in the mirror just to check the makeup, and when you are are washing your hands, Mason appears.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” He says, closing the door and pulling you by the waist. He presses his hard cock against you and you can't help but sigh.

“Have you lost your mind, Y/N?” He kisses your shoulder and rubs his hips against you again. “I’m so hard, I hope none of them saw my pants tight because of my dick.”

“Well, good luck getting this over with.” You say and move away from him.

“What?”

“You know, just a trend I saw on Tiktok.”

“You better be kidding me.”

“Sorry, Mase.” You smile at him, watching him run his hand over his pants to ease the pain. “I wanna suck your dick and maybe be fucked in the bathroom, but right now is just a revenge for all those time you teased me in public.”

Mason closes his eyes and he lets out a laugh. You approach him again and help him, running your hand up and down his dick quickly.

He's so hard that you get turned on, but you take your hand away when you hear him whimper.

“I have to go” You open the door and smile at him one last time. “Lock the door, please.”

“You will definitely kill me, Y/N.” He says and walk to the door. “You better prepare yourself ‘cause I want to fuck you all night.”

[apricitasart]

Just because I'm bored and a bottomless pit when it comes to Charles and Erik.

Headcanons!

Starting with Erik.

- he sleeps closest to the door when given the option. Especially in hotel rooms while on their road trip.

- one of the first things he does when entering a room/building is reaches out and feels for all the metal in the room. Then he maps out any possible exits.

- he enjoys a drink, as seen with Charles, but Erik almost never drinks enough to sway him. He has to be in full control of himself. Being drunk means the possibility of making a mistake. So while he enjoys a drink, he often just sips at it to lure those around him into a false sense of comfort.

- in stark opposite of Charles, Erik feels rather comfortable in a cheap motel room. The hard, uncomfortable bed keeps him alert (the whole PTSD scenario where people with PTSD will sleep on the floor because they're afraid of sleeping through danger). He never stays one place for long, so a hotel is perfect for him. The mansion was the first place he began to feel a sense of belonging and comfort in.

- he runs on a rather strict schedule, a creature of habit. He rises early.

- he's very obviously not used to being around people often, especially for anything less than his revenge mission, so he lacks a lot of social etiquette. (This man screams autism to me 🧍) If you're not blunt and straight forward with him, he may not understand your intentions.

- goes hand in hand with the above statement - he's rather shameless. Is perfectly content to strip down Infront of someone else. A body is just a body to him and he has nothing to be ashamed about.

- he takes pride in his appearance, he knows he looks good.

- sex isn't something he thinks about often. He's got a perfectly normal sex drive but sex with other people has usually just been for the purpose of his 'job' or a means to an end. Quick tumbles in the sheets or in dark alleyways and then never to see each other again. So, he has plenty of experience, but he tle and slow is not something he knows.

Charles!

- Addictive personality disorder. I think that's likely a fact rather than a headcanon but I'll throw it in anyways. Substance abuse can be genetic.

- A big part of why Charles is so outwardly kind/generous/forgiving is not just his desire to be loved and accepted- but he wants to be better than his family had been. He is a product of his childhood, but not in a bad way. He wants to break that cycle.

- He isn't nearly as naive or arrogant as people take him for. He's been privy to the darkest, most heinous corners of people's minds. He just chooses to remain optimistic rather than let the cruelties of the world tear him down.

- Charles is a slut™. Very adventurous throughout college. He knows what he wants/likes and he isn't afraid to go after it.

- Before Hank figured out the serum, he genuinely considered ending it all. The humiliation of having no independence/not being able to walk, his heartbreak, his powers, it was all too much. The serum was the only thing that pushed him past those suicidal thoughts.

- A big part of why he lost control over his telepathy after Cuba was because he was in Shaw's head when Erik killed him. He could have simply let go, but, despite not agreeing with Erik's quest for revenge and murder, he wasn't willing to risk Erik getting hurt or missing the opportunity. After that, his fear became overwhelming.

- in DoFP, when Logan asks Hank what happened to Charles, he explains the serum and how he simply takes 'too much'. I could just be misinterpreting the facts of how the serum works- but what are headcanons for? I like to think, if Hank can hide his physical mutation AND still use it, then Charles logically can have both his telepathy and his legs. He simply has an addiction and is too afraid. When it comes time to use his powers again, he knows himself to have addictive personality and to be weak willed. He has to set an example for his students and everyone else too, so he chooses to just eliminate the serum all together. It wasn't worth the risk just to walk.

[all-pacas]

if you’d be willing to write a bit about the characterization, personality, and general natures of the following characters? Cameron, Foreman, Chase, Cuddy, Wilson, House, Thirteen, Kutner, and Taub

LET'S FUCKING GO. I was asked to write up about the characters/personalities/natures of the major 9 house characters — the original and remastered teams, plus the grownup trio (really need better nicknames for these gangs). With the caveats that this is all my opinion, and I definitely click with one trio more than the other two, I am going to do my very best! And start with the easiest group, the OG team of Foreman, Cameron, and Chase (also for reasons I will get into later).

I think they are the best written team — they have the benefit of screen-time, yes, but they were also created to be obvious foils and aspects of House’s personality, so there’s a lot of interesting stuff there; the second team is also remixes of the first, so they’re just an interesting topic to start with.

I find it useful to start with someone’s main flaws, because I find that, in general, in real life and fiction, a lot of your personality is shaped around your weaknesses, either in compensation or in embracing that weakness. Think of it as the dirt in an oyster that turns into a pearl: you can’t separate weakness from personality. For a perfect example, let’s start with…

FOREMAN

Foreman is a deeply insecure person. This is both not obvious and deeply intrinsic to his nature. At his core, he sees himself as a poor, delinquent, Black criminal, and he is convinced everyone else sees him that way, too.

FOREMAN: But then I got another chance. Left home, went to college, entered a whole other world. And yet some part of me I can’t get rid of thinks, “If I’m not the smartest, if I’m not the first, everywhere I go, they’ll figure out I’m not supposed to be here.” They’ll send me back. PATIENT: You know that’s not going to happen. You’re out. FOREMAN: I’ll never be out of there. (house training.)

This imposter syndrome and insecurity is constantly manifesting itself in everything Foreman does: from how he has to be the best, to his arrogance, to his dismissal and dislike of people that remind him of himself or his past, like Lupe in House Training, the homeless woman in Histories, or even Cynthia Nixon’s character in Deception, who he immediately dismisses as a lying alcoholic simply because she happened to get sick in a betting parlor. But we see it in other ways, too. One of the more tragic examples is in S2’s Euphoria, where he stabs Cameron with a used needle: now you have to go back into the patient’s apartment, he tells her, because he truly doesn’t believe she’d want to save him if her own life wasn’t at stake.

Foreman tends to be pretty bad at reading people, actually. We see this in his fundamental misunderstanding of Cameron (both in Euphoria and in Sleeping Dogs Lie), but also, rather hilariously, whenever he talks to Chase: Foreman tends to assume Chase has it out for him, is plotting revenge (he believes Chase’s opportunistic S4 betting pool is a scheme because Chase is jealous Foreman is back on the team, with zero evidence). He generally assumes the worst of people, that he has to be ruthless and cutthroat in order to get ahead, because they will screw him over if they can. It’s cynical… but it’s also heartbreaking. We see, also, he is thin-skinned and easily rattled: House’s comments get to him, quite frequently, where Cameron and Chase tend to shrug off similar insults. Foreman worries how he is perceived. He, several times, asks Chase “how would you describe me?” or “what kind of person do you think I am?”. He wants to be a leader and authority, but repeatedly (DNR, Failure to Communicate) freezes up when he’s put in charge, becoming suddenly unsure of himself and hesitant. He is confident to the point of arrogance… but is always questioning himself. We even see it in how he dresses: he is always perfectly fashionable, perfectly dressed. He does not relax, he does not let loose. Foreman is hyper aware of how he is perceived, hyper aware of how he thinks he is perceived, and always acts in accordance to that audience.

He’s also, however, capable of great self reflection. Foreman trying to change himself is something of a running theme of the show, coming up in S2, 3, and 4, and the thing is: he’s often pretty successful. While he tends to define himself against House for a while, to mixed success, he also… genuinely is capable of change. In S4’s Mirror Mirror, he realizes he’s stuck in Princeton and that despite wanting to hate it, he doesn’t. And instead of fighting this, he decides to embrace it. He doesn’t hate who he is. Maybe it’s okay to be who he is. He’s a deeply reflective person, and while he can absolutely take this too far, he’s consistently able to look at himself and course correct. He knows his flaws and shortcomings. He tries to overcome them. He is able to apologize for being a jerk; he knows he can be manipulative; he doesn’t lie to himself. He’s actually a pretty honest and straightforward person: while Foreman is capable of scheming, he doesn’t, usually. This can be to his detriment: he’s a bit testy and short-tempered and terrible at hiding it, but it’s honestly a plus, too. He approaches people and situations honestly. He doesn’t bullshit or fake a smile. (It is no coincidence that he really can’t stand Chase.) He’s capable of admitting when he was wrong, despite his pride; he’s capable of looking at himself critically (sometimes too critically). He has his faults, but he’s aware of them.

It’s so hard to talk about Foreman without House, because Foreman is a direct parallel to House and both they and the show know it: Foreman is the most intelligent of the fellows, he is set up time and again as a leader and put in charge of the team. He shares House’s inferiority complex and feeling of being an outsider (and it’s interesting that the show pretty clearly equates race with disability in this way); he also shares House’s drive and arrogance and callous nature. But it’s where they’re different that’s telling: Foreman wants to change, and he does change. He pushes himself. He is ambitious. He can admit when he’s wrong, and ask for help when he needs it.

In early seasons, Foreman can be downright reckless, doing what he thinks is correct and breaking the rules as he goes. Interestingly, while characters like Chase become more reckless as the series progresses, Foreman becomes markedly more of a rules-follower: after his early brushes with arrogance and ego-based decision making lead to some noted failures, he becomes much more cautious.

He is a reserved person who does not make friends easily: part of this is that Foreman seems to expect the worst of others and is bad at understanding them (see: his deep distaste for Chase), but a lot of this also seems to be his inferiority complex again: he has to be the best, so anyone who challenges this is sort of a threat. But it’s interesting, and telling, that when he discovers Taub is a former hotshot doctor with high expectations who feels like a failure, Foreman immediately warms to him and they become close friends: Foreman can’t really handle a rival, but with people he doesn’t view as threats (like Cameron, who he is openly dismissive of as a doctor), he is warmer. With Thirteen, who he approaches as someone to help and fix first, he is kinder. He has a noted habit of losing interest in relationships around the six month mark, because he is uninterested in opening up or true intimacy. This does make him come off as cold, but here’s the twist: Foreman is a romantic.

We see him repeatedly in S3 and beyond bond with idealistic young men who have a difficult hand in life and are doing their best: he is prickly around the patient in Fools for Love for a good while, but is also his biggest supporter and the biggest defender of the patient’s (unfortunately incestuous) marriage; he ends the episode skipping a date to sit with the patient and offer him comfort. In Whac-a-Mole, Foreman openly and loudly admires the patient caring for his younger siblings, and hopes loudly that the family will work things out: he has a real idealistic streak. He wants good people to succeed and odds to be overcome. He hates the lazy and cheaters of the world (c h a s e, who was designed in a lab to trigger him). He wants justice and love to prevail, and is a much kinder, and warmer person than he is often given credit for.

EDIT: Asked about Foreman's post-Euphoria arc: One of the themes of the show is people changing/being unable to change/wanting to change. We see Foreman, Wilson (via Amber), and Chase all suffer near-death experiences over the series and try to redefine themselves in reaction to it, but way they go about it is fascinating and very different. Foreman tries to reinvent himself as the person he'd like to be (warm, friendly, optimistic) and ignore who he is; he wants/needs his experience in Euphoria to Mean Something. and it… kind of doesn't: he's trying too hard, he's not really reflecting, he's doing a fantasy 180. It lasts less than a week before he can no longer sustain it. But it also leads directly into his S3 arc, where he keeps latching onto a series of Bright Young Men he blatantly sees himself in, and keeps… failing to help them/change them. Again. The Romani kid picks his family over education. The single dad teenager gives the kids to foster care. The accidental incest guy loses his happy marriage and life. And this in turn leads directly into Foreman's resignation arc, right? He wants to be different, he wants the world to be different, but everyone/House keep telling him, he's not. He's arrogant, he's ruthless, he's cold, he's heartless. (His girlfriend, Wendy, dumps him in the middle of this arc for this exact coldness: his ideals are nowhere near his reality.) We see him do a bit of his post-Euphoria character editing in early S4, in his brief stint at Mercy hospital: on his first case, he is careful to smile, to compliment his staff; you can practically see him thinking I am so much nicer than House. But he's still using House as a marker, so it doesn't stick. House, of course, insists that all this is simply because people can't change, but interestingly, Foreman does start to after this. It's just that he has to accept who he is first. He can't just do an overnight 180, but he does shift in some pretty significant ways. He becomes less reckless. He becomes more content with himself and who he is. he loses a lot (although not all) of his general thin skin.

CAMERON

The thing about Cameron, the foundational cornerstone to her personality, is that she is profoundly damaged. The show is explicit about this, and it’s in fact one of the first things we learn about her, focused on in the Pilot: she is damaged. She is not okay.

Cameron’s dead husband is often reduced to a sort of meme (or excuse to bash her, depending where you look): she married a man who was dying because she’s attracted to people she can fix! She never loved him, she just wanted to fix him! She never really cared, it was just X. Whether or not she really, truly, romantically loved him or not (the show is surprisingly ambivalent about this), what you can’t underestimate is what the show itself tells us: it fucked her up, and: she was already damaged.

Cameron is defined by her fear of loss. She’s afraid of death, she emotionally shuts down and breaks down in the face of it, we see this time and again, but she’s also afraid of it in a more general sense: she is afraid of heartbreak, of failure, of a lack of control. Of losing, in some vague sense. She is someone who always has to be in control. We see this in various ways and manifestations: from the way she struggles to take emotional risks with Chase, repeatedly, to the way she quits her job in S1 when House rejects her, to the way she really struggles to deal with criticism or being wrong, getting aggressive and very angry at the very suggestion. Hunting is a fantastic episode and character study of her, and telling: when asked, repeatedly, if she is happy, the best she can come up with is “I find my life satisfying.” When challenged to be selfish, to do something she wants, she still needs to take meth in order to have the excuse to act. Honestly, a lot of her S2-3 relationship with Chase is pretty telling: see also how she approaches their FWB relationship with a ten page document of rules, then panics and breaks up with him when he asks for more. Although admittedly the show doesn’t portray this well, we are meant to understand that she has feelings for him at this point — she certainly acts like they’re dating this entire period — and that Chase is correct to call her out. But she’s afraid, so she runs, and running is another consistent trait of Cameron’s; I think another way of asserting control: if she leaves a situation, then she is in charge of it. If something is too difficult to face, she can choose to leave it. We know she moved cross country after both of her marriages ended.

Cameron is, of course, intensely compassionate. This is, I think, where she has the most in common with House and is his foil: he is compassionate too, of course, but more than that, they both share a drive to understand people, to pick at them and pick them apart. Cameron pushes at people, is always demanding answers or challenging their beliefs: we see she and House have these sort of discussions quite a lot, but she does it to others as well. Interestingly, Cameron is often prone to over-reading people: she has incredibly empathy and compassion, but kind of has the habit of… putting a bit too much of herself into someone’s head, either by believing somewhat paternalistically that she knows best (drugging the patient in Que Sera Sera and refusing to believe him when he says his weight is not an issue; trying to pick apart the patient in The Itch and fix his agoraphobia), or by inserting a bit too much of her own thoughts into the situation (telling the husband in Fidelity that he should be happy is wife is alive, even if she did have an affair, because Cameron misses her dead husband and isn’t really thinking about how insane that sounds). In a way, I think it’s another form of control: if she understands people, she won’t be hurt by them, although that’s not to suggest her empathy and compassion aren’t sincere.

This drive to understand and difficulty in neutrality also makes Cameron a bit wishy-washy at times, a flaw she is called out on in the show repeatedly; she suffers a certain amount of choice paralysis, being unable to take action when there is no clear right answer, or when the answer is ‘difficult.’ Faced with Chase wanting to propose in Saviors, she ghosts him until he breaks up with her, not because she wanted that but because she wanted to avoid the situation: faced with Dibala, she is torn between wanting him dead and not wanting to kill him personally, something Dibala himself eventually calls her out on!

One of the most telling exchanges about her, to me, is a conversation she has with Wilson in Spin. She reveals that, as her husband was dying, she fell in love with his best friend.

CAMERON: I fell in love with my husband's best friend. Near the end I was at the hospital every day, and Joe would come by after work. We'd go for walks and try to talk each other through it. We kind of clung on to each other. WILSON: (…) What happened to you, how can anyone go through that alone? You can't control your emotions. CAMERON: No. Just your actions. WILSON: You didn't do it, did you? You didn't sleep with him. CAMERON: I couldn't have lived with myself. (spin)

You can’t control your thoughts and feelings, but you can control your actions. This is something we see a lot from Cameron, actually, for all her bleeding heart reputation: she often tries to be pragmatic, and even her appeals to ethics are often framed to House in a “and if we don’t do this, then the practical effects are thus” sort of way. We see it, again, with Chase, and how she tries to hide all her feelings for him behind the rules of a FWB arrangement; there is a cut line in the Occam’s Razor script where she tells Chase she finds him attractive, but can control and resist it because she isn’t an ‘animal.’ In a similar vein, she’s actually surprisingly okay with schemes and manipulation if it’s for the greater good — she has a lot of fun messing with House in S4 (Cameron can be very silly!), but she also shows repeatedly she’ll lie to patients if she thinks it will help: it’s pragmatic, you know?

Cameron can come off as kind of contradictory. This is… sort of on purpose. She isn’t really as good at being rational and pragmatic as she thinks she is (see: FWB arrangement); she is quick to change her mind because she can see all sides of an issue. But at her core, she’s deeply consistent: she tries to remain in control of situations, and protect herself. She loves incredibly deeply and easily (indeed, she has fallen in love more times on the show than any other character, with a grand total of five canon love interests and one crush), but is afraid of vulnerability and loss; she tries to control her actions and avoid hurt — and ends up being incredibly risk adverse — but her heart and emotions win out every time. She’s also prone to making bad jokes, failing badly at playing 5D chess, and can be surprisingly punchy and short tempered: she feuds with every major cast member but Chase in S1-3. She is wonderful and I adore her.

(A final note about her dead husband, truly an essay in itself. A lot of times, Cameron is reduced to someone who only wants to fix people, or she didn’t love DH/House, only fix them, or worse, she doesn’t love, she only pretends to. While her feelings about her DH are ambiguous, it’s also doing her a huge disservice to reduce her to that trait: first of all, she never was trying to fix him, since she knew all along he was dying; if anything, she was trying to… console him? Reward him? In Acceptance, she says that when someone dies, there should be an effect, but we see in that episode and in One Day, One Room she doesn’t enjoy or want to do this; it makes her miserable to watch people die and mourn them, it is a punishment, not a case of loving nursing. Nor does she try to fix people generally: she did get accused of such by House, but she fell for him because he was just as damaged as she was, not to change him; even though that does seem to have been an element of their relationship, the mere existence of Chase — and the cited existence of Joe — also proves it’s not really what she’s after. I hate making ships a part of this little essay, but let’s be real, Cameron is often reduced to a romantic interest both in and out of the show, with fans often erasing this part of her entirely.)

CHASE

If I were to pick one exchange to sum up Chase, I’d naturally run to Cursed. After most of an episode avoiding talking about his father to everyone, House finally corners Chase, and we get this exchange:

HOUSE: I know you hate your dad, but I’m gonna tell you something — CHASE: I don’t hate him. I loved him until I figured out that it hurts a lot less to just not care. You don’t expect him to turn up to your football match? No disappointments. You don’t expect a call on your birthday, don’t expect to see him for months? No disappointments. You want us to go make up? Sink a few beers together, nice family hug? I’ve given him enough hugs. He’s given me enough disappointments. (cursed)

Chase is someone who does not want to care. He grew up with all sorts of abusive and neglect from his parents, without anyone in his life who seemed to care about him. Instead, he was forced to be the caregiver from a young age, both to his alcoholic, dying mother and his baby sister. He spent his teenage and young adult years seeking belonging and, implicitly, caregivers (trying repeatedly with his father, turning to the Catholic Church) and failing.

Chase is a surprisingly independent-minded person. He doesn’t rely on people, he doesn’t open up to people. He has an incredibly telling conversation with Adams in S8, where he calmly explains that if you burden others you should kill yourself; he is talking about how he wishes his mother had done just that. It is an insane take, but it is part of this same stance. People let you down. You can’t really trust them. It’s better not to need anyone, better not to expect anything from anyone. When he is stabbed in S8, he brushes off every attempt at sympathy: when he is divorced in S6, he does exactly the same thing. Chase doesn’t care. No disappointments.

As a result, despite his generally genial, easy-going nature, Chase can be surprisingly standoffish. He doesn’t open up to people; he doesn’t really try to get to know them. He barely talks to the new team until S6; he rebuffs Masters for most of S7, and it takes Park most of S8 and a lot of effort before she wears him down. While Chase is superficially friendly and charming, he keeps things superficial. Foreman complains he’s fake; we see in many episodes Chase is very good at schmoozing and small talk (and kissing ass). (Actually, one of my favorite little exchanges in in S5’s The Social Contract: House needs a surgery done, and correctly surmises that Chase has kissed his new boss’s ass sufficiently that Chase can get it done, confirming that Chase’s asskissing is political and intentional and manipulative, not just pathetic.) But it’s all superficial. He doesn’t care. No disappointments.

The problem: Chase is very bad at this. Despite his stated efforts, we see time and time again that he cares intensely. In Cursed, he goes to his father one last time. He brushes off patients, but bonds with every child he meets. He falls intensely hard for Cameron, and we see in After Hours that at the first hint something is wrong with Thirteen, he falls all over himself to help her. Even if Chase’s goal is to not rely on people and not be let down by them, he’s… bad at it. To cite the cliche, he wants to be loved, he wants to open up to others. But he has been burned a lot.

Chase, unlike Foreman and even Cameron, is pretty blatantly unambitious. Even though the House Fellowship is very prestigious and can launch his career in any way he chooses, he never seems interested in doing so: he doesn’t care about leading a team, or running cases. But he is self serving, which I think ties back to his general self-protection: he can be somewhat cutthroat, he rats to Vogler without a second thought or even regret, he tries to guilt Foreman into covering up Dibala’s murder, and as soon as Cameron leaves him, he reframes the situation as entirely her fault: their divorce is not because he killed a man, but because she never loved him. He’s puts himself first, because no one else will.

Chase is also extremely observant. We see this in part, I think, with his statistically higher-than-anyone-but-House case solve rate; he also makes a habit of calling people out and calling their bluffs. He’s unusually good at seeing through House, but we see him call Foreman out more than once, and he sees right through Cameron’s bullshit as well. He’s a schmoozer and a schemer, and his people skills are used to this end; he is also maybe surprisingly sneaky (House himself calls him a “sneaky bastard” and goes to him for schemes on a few occasions), and able to weaponize his charm to manipulate: he has no problem being underhand, and, while he does have morals and ethical beliefs, he’s very pragmatic: it’s that self-serving nature again. He’s called spineless, although he doesn’t actually seem to have much problem standing up for himself or anything he strongly believes in — Chase’s problem is more than he doesn’t strongly believe in all that much besides protecting himself.

Even a lot of his ass-kissing is often more about him not caring about external drama: there’s several scenes where Foreman and Cameron are objecting to something House does on ethical reasons, and Chase just carries on with the differential, earning House’s mockery. But… is he really trying to suck up to House, or does he just not care that much about the other drama? Chase avoids conflict when he can, doesn’t like to get too involved in what other people are arguing about. He’s also intensely private: one of the fastest ways, consistently, to make Chase angry is to poke into his personal life and business. That apathy again.

This might make Chase seem overly cynical. He isn’t. In fact, this makes his more caring nature all the more striking: despite his outer shell of smarm and apathy, he is really bad at keeping closed off. He likes to joke around, he’s openly desperate for approval, he’s quite confident, has a bit of a teasing/trolling sense of humor, and is an absolute idiot around pretty girls. For all that his apathetic shell is a survival strategy and reflective of his childhood, he’s also the guy who was eagerly planning out his and Cameron’s future three kids and wedding, or the guy who flirts at a wedding by talking John Hughes movies. He’s a dork, and he’s not nearly as cold and aloof as he (badly) tries to be.

[dayshift-confessions]

(to the Davesport isn't toxic anon, respectfully.)

Just because Dave isn't aware of how awful he's being to Jack doesn't mean he still isn't being that way..

Before I continue, let me start this with the fact that I love Dave. He's one of my favorites from the DSAF gang. But just because his mind has been messed with doesn't mean he's devoid of fault.

Let's start with the good endings. The ones where Jack ceases to do anything harmful. Dave continuously pops up, preys on his insecurities

"you're only about as human as a hammer or a wrench, sportsy, and that's what I and phoney see you as." <- good ending, DSAF 2, saferoom.

Dave is very attached to Jack. We see this in how, even on the good routes, he still writes frantic diary messages over his "old sport." He still sets up cameras in his room. He still uses his shower. He still follows Jack from location to location. He still begs, even as the robotic-trapped shell of his former self, for Jack to play along with his plans.

Dave is horribly attached to someone he sees as a tool. This is EXTREMELY unhealthy for both him AND especially Jack.

Yes, this is a product of what Henry did to him, but he still does it. He still preys on Jack, because he's perceptive enough to notice his weaknesses and use them to gain what he wants.

And Jack. Jack 'seems' to be okay with it, but he's notorious for pushing down his feelings. He's not a "human," after all, so why should he care what happens to him? This mindset is exactly why Dave is able to get him to do anything in the first place.

Jack is a terribly, terribly lonely man. Dave knows this. Even Peter, taking a singular look at him, said that he looked like the "loneliest man on earth." (paraphrased.) Jack, going with the bad route timeline, obviously saw the first person who treated him with anything other than mild disgust.. someone who had greeted him with the subtext that they were equals... And got attached. Dave is one of the only things that seem to be permanent in his life, everything else is fleeting. His family, his own body.. even his soul left him. even when Dave is his enemy in the good routes, Jack still treats him with unreasonable kindness.

Dave went into him and Jack's partnership with the intention to use, abuse, then throw him out. Even in the bad ending of DSAF 1, it ends up with Jack thrown out on the side of the road for "hoarding coke." Dave's plans changed, of course, but his methods of coercion never changed.

Fun thing, did you know that Dave was lying in the first game when he said that he needed Jack to get him out of Freddy's? Dave is slippery. He was NEVER trapped. He tied himself up in a faux web of his own making in an attempt to get Jack stuck in it, too. Dave only wanted Jack because he couldn't handle the idea of not having a partner. He can't do solo acts, not because he's not skilled, but because he's conditioned himself to believe he "needs" someone else, subconsciously or not.

All of this stacked up together really doesn't paint a pretty picture of their relationship, huh. What Henry had done unto Dave was something Dave had done unto Jack. It's a cycle of abuse.

And before you say... "It's mutually toxic, what about the end of bad route DSAF 3???!!" Yeah okay that still isn't a mutually toxic relationship. Jack was coerced into a rigged springlock suit that Davetrap KNEW would end up with Jack getting impaled, all because Davetrap wanted to make himself feel better about his own physical state. Dave ADMITTED to having cameras in Jack's room, watching him sleep.. and Dave then ADMITTED HE KILLED JACK'S SISTER. Jack was never using Dave in the same way as Dave was using him. Jack wanted revenge, that isn't toxic, that's just murder.

All of what I just listed, however, is specific to reality Dave. Flipside Davesport is significantly less 'toxic'

I don't care how you interpret their relationship, I don't mind if you like them better out of character, where they're healthy and in love. I just feel it's important to acknowledge that canonically, Dave IS extremely abusive towards Jack and that you shouldn't take them as an example of a healthy relationship. Do not model your relationships off of them, kids, I know how many young teens populate this fandom.

I. Am sorry I wrote an essay I just really like this game.

:o

[cccakessslicemeee]

Not me thinking about Riz in season 2 after seeing his dad the first time and then talking to Gilear and Fig about his possibility of being a demon baby.

I think about that A LOT. Apparently in DND you can play a goblin with infernal heritage and be a goblin teifling which blew my literal fucking mind.

That's gonna be my next DND character bc that's so cool as a concept. Anyway.

Devil Riz is so interesting to think about because there IS a legal system in hell he could absolutely attach himself to and probably thrive in

Plus like more bonding with Fig because of the whole "oh... Our parents made shitty choices that impacted us forever and now we are demons."

Coughs. He could literally be the devil's advocate.

It's just fun to think about.

Sklonda seeing her son sprout horns and being like him... Unusual. And having some thoughts but underneath the horns and hellfire it's still her baby.

Maybe Gorthalax has a couple different 1 on 1s with Riz because they have to talk about the demon shit..how much is it influencing Riz? Probably not every much? He's already got 'that dog in him' and the thing that motivates him to those extreme actions is his good nature and how much he cares about his friends. Plus like there are "good" devils. Figs whole thing is rebellion and not like revenge or whatever. He just has devil blood and Fig thinks that's rad as hell.

Fig would be so happy to take care of someone else's horns for once..like such a bonding moment. Riz has these stupid fucking horns and they just are too long and flakey and gross and Fig is like dude.. you have like so much keratin build up on those bad boys.

And Riz is like excuse me?

Fig tells him about his horns and how he'd horns are similar and they kind breathe through them a little bit but also not really and he's suffocating himself a lil bit by ignoring them. It's not actually breathing but it helps for heat regulation. She sits him down and scrapes the gunk off. It's like layers of gross shit because Riz was just putting a hat on and pretending he didn't have them at all. He can't bear to even look at them right now. Fig gets it. She tried to saw her own horns off and it worked for a lil bit but then her skin got pink and it was stupid to keep hacking them off... They grow back twice as fast anyway.

It's a whole thing but he's not alone.

I like to imagine if you don't take care of your horns you can get terrible head aches and other shit. Fig says as much and he immediately feels better when his horns are cleaned up.

Riz probably thinks it's cold as balls all the time and figs like nah that's just the fire in your veins. And he's like I need a jacket at least..

The desire to cause strife/chaos would definitely spike. Like Riz has to cause some mischief or he's gonna explode. However he doesn't wanna actually hurt people. He wants to put googly eyes on price labels in fantasy Walmart or break into Fabians and move the furniture over by 1 cm. He wants to be the guy to hold the elevator or someome to jump into and then do the thing where you take your fingers over the buttons so they have to stop at. Every. Single. Floor. Before they get to their destination. Little annoying shit like that but again not actively hurting others. Fig loves that Riz is now suddenly a prankster like where the fuck has this guy been? He's a riot. He buys a universal remote so he can wait for when people get invested in a movie or TV show at one of their sleep overs and subtly plays for it. Usually waits for a powerful emotional moment and flicks it. The only one who knows it's Riz is Adine and she's also a lil bit of a shit stirrer so she has to try not to laugh but she absolutely loves it. Maybe Jawbone has bought three different T.Vs trying to fix the issue and now he believes there's some evil conspiracy about the universe not letting him watch the fucking game. He's switched capable carriers. Maybe he punched a TV. This one goes a lil too far and Riz has to stop fucking with the T.V for awhile.

Riz going into Gorgug's work space and not taking anything, he's no thief, but moving his wrench or tools around. Not super far because he doesn't wanna fuck with Gorgug too bad but still having that moment of... Huh?

Riz as a devil/demon/teifling whatever gets a forked tongue

It's less of a hehe this will be funny and more of a I need to disrupt the peace IMMEDIATELY. It's a compulsion.

If he's in someone's house and they have a lotta pictures he's gotta start tilting them.

I like to imagine Sandra Lynn and Jawbone have a bunch of magnets on the fridge and Riz absolutely fucks with them and it drives Sandra Lynn crazy. Riz blames Kristen. She should absolutely stop doing that. And Kristen is like oh yeah...I guess I should stop doing that. Lol

[slvthrs]

SWEET REVENGE AND GUITAR STRINGS | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on you- the sane course of action was sleeping with his enemy

ROCKSTAR!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), dressing room sex, slight violence and blood, blood kink if u squint

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Wrath.

Not even anger or rage- it was pure fucking red wrath. Your boyfriend of 2 years was cheating on you. He had the fucking audacity to cheat on you, and try to hide it. 

God did you want to kill him.

Your bestfriend Elle had sent you a video of him making out with some rando chick at a party and then taking her into a room to obviously have sex. You weren’t even sad, you just wanted to hurt him.

It was 3 days after you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you and the wrath hadn’t gone away. You’ve been ignoring every text, every message, every call- he was going to be so pissed. You were doing a pretty good job of not running into him but today he had a gig and you would have to end up going.

You and Elle were sitting on your bed in your underwear and bra eating a huge assortment of candy and snacks while re-watching Sex Education. 

“Wait have you confronted Theo about cheating on you yet” Elle asked with a lollipop between her lips

You groaned you wanted to but every time you thought about it all you could do was want to punch him “I wanted to trust me but I just wanna hurt him y’know I don’t need his half-assed apology”

“Wait so why don’t you just ditch his gig” Elle inquired

“I would but imagine your girlfriend just ditches you with an explanation because remember he doesn’t know I know he cheated on me” You threw your head back- it was gonna be really hard to get him back

“Hmm does he have like y’know enemies that you can y’know… fuck” Elle suggested

“Elle we’re not in a wattpad fan-fic, Theo doesn’t have enemies per say” You rolled your eyes… but he did have someone who pissed him off to no end

You shot up with a plan in mind, “But he does have someone he kinda hates” You said while you carding through your closet trying to find an outfit

“Oooh who” Elle sat up like a curious dog 

“Vinnie” The name was met with a huff from Elle

Vincent Cole Hacker, lead guitarist and singer of his band and adored by girls all over the country.

His killer style mixed with his rough hair and piercings accompanied with the rings he adorned on each hand which trailed across his guitar with so much purpose you couldn’t help but think what else they could do.

The same Vinnie Theo hated, and the same Vinnie who could never take his eyes off you.

“Babe you're super hot but I’ve legit never seen Vinnie without his army of girls following him, are you sure he’s the one?” Elle probes and she's right Vinnie’s a chick magnet, you’d be lucky to find him alone, but Elle was also right about the fact you were hot, the way your hair sat, framing your face and the way you would bite your fingers, and look up at guys, batting your eyelashes and giggling- toying with their feelings- you had boys begging for you.

But Vinnie was the one you wanted.

“I know, I know, but I have a plan trust me” 

You didn’t have a plan 

All you knew was that Vinnie stared at you for far too long to be considered platonic, and no sane guy would give up a chance to hook up with you.

After about 2 hours, you and Elle were ready. She was wearing a denim skirt with a pink tank top and pink converse adorned with little accessories, while you were wearing a black cropped top with Dominic Fike embroidered on without a bra so you could see your nipples poking through the fabric. Paired with a black mini-skirt and pantyhose which looked like it was attacked by an army of cats and a pair of platforms with some other accessories here and there- you looked enchanting.

The pair of you got there around 30 minutes later and broke off, with Elle waking to the bar to get some drinks and you trying to find your cheating ass boyfriend. 

The bass of all the people walking around made you want to turn on your heel and walk away. You had endured it for the sake of your boyfriend but now the air was filled with venom rather than admiration.

“There she is, hi baby” It sounded so goddamn awful coming from your boyfriends mouth but you had to play the part of the oblivious girlfriend for a little longer

“Hi Theo” You say with the only respect you have for him left and kiss his cheek

As he continues his conversation with his bandmates you zone out and look around while drinking some fruity drink his bandmates gave you. As you looked around you caught the addictive eyes of your target, Vinnie, and unsurprisingly he was checking you out, who wouldn't tbh.

As your staring competition played out you were quickly brought back to reality by your boyfriend telling you they were about to go on stage.

“Hey babe can I talk to you for a sec?” You asked and he went along with it, presumably thinking he was about to get some last minute action.

“Yeah baby, what do you want?” He asked, so fucking oblivious to what was about to happen.

“Who the fuck is this chick your making out with in this video” You said while playing out the video on your phone.

His mouth hung agape, this cunt thought he could have the audacity to be shocked.

“B-babe I don’t know what that is, I-I’m pretty sure I was like sure drunk” Seriously, the ‘I was drunk’ excuse? 

He can do better than that.

“Are you fucking serious, I’ve been drunk plenty of times and I’ve never fucking cheated on you” Every gross and terrible emotion was bubbling up from inside you as you were about to overflow

“I-it doesn’t even matter I just kissed her your fucking overreacting!” Overreacting, this fucking bitch thinks I’m over reacting

With gritted teeth you said “Oh I’m overreacting? I’m fucking overreacting, well you wanna see overreacting?” 

You didn’t even register what your body was doing before,

SNAP!

Fuck, your hand made contact with his face and there was a stream of red trickling down his nose while your knuckles were bruising up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH” He yelled pushing you up against the wall, while his blood spilled on to your chest

On any other day you wouldn’t have been able to push him off but with the immense amount of rage mixed with adrenaline you were feeling you pushed him to the ground, with your head spinning you ran off into another room trying to catch your breath.

As you finally stood up from your hunched over position and walked over to the mirror in the room- shit my shirt has blood on it, I look like I killed someone

You try to get some tissues to take the blood off but it’s no use the blood is congealed and staining your white shirt so you grab a closed water bottle and try to figure out what dressing room you're in.

You hand slides across a red leather couch with stains and find a stack of polaroids.

As you shuffled through them you see a drummer and bassists clearly drunk and passed out on a sofa, in another one you can see a brunette making a face and flipping off the camera, and in the final one its a group photo 4 boys playing a song in front of a smaller audience- in the photo you spot a particular face- Vinnie.

And as fate has been so kind the tall blonde walks into the room as if on cue, “Oh shit, what are you doing here?”

But before you you can answer his eyes widen and he walks towards you, “Fuck are you okay” He says with knitted eyebrows as his hand hesitantly swiping the blood of your shirt.

“Yeah, it's not my blood” You say with a smile as you try to reassure him, but which only leads him to look at you, even wider eyed.

“It’s Theo’s” You continue as you sit down on the red sofa, “He kinda cheated on me so y’know he deserved it”

You play with your hands in your lap as you look up at Vinnie who's now sitting next to you with an unreadable expression.

“Well he fucking deserved it then” He says breaking the silence as you look up to meet his gaze, “If you we’re my girl, I’d cut my balls of before cheating on you”

You let out an obnoxious laugh while he follows you, “I’m serious though I would never do that, your to fucking hot for that.”

“Yeah yeah” You breathe out as you tip your head back on the sofa as you let Vinnie’s eyes rake over your body, huffing your chest so your tits press against your shirt, watching how he bites his lips.

“So any plans now that you're single” He was obviously trying to hint at you, so you played along.

“I dunno Vinnie, do you have any ideas for me?” You said sliding across the sofa, closer to the blonde boy

He hands trail over the blood on your shirt, staining his fingers and dragging his hand onto your jawline pulling your face up to his, so close but so fucking far, “I have a few ideas”

“Yeah”, You breathe out, “Show me”

Both of your lips interlock at a slow pace at first until he pulls your face away from him to breathe but his gaze drops to your spit covered lips and flushed out look before he smashes them up together for the second time and pulls you onto straddle his lap.

“God every fucking time I saw you with that prick I wanted to kill myself.” He confessed, letting his hands graze up your sides pulling your top off.

All you do in response is giggle whilst you tip your head back so he can lay a trail of saccharine sweet kisses from the base of your neck down to your tits. Your hands scratch his shoulders, bawling his shirt in your first hoping he’ll take it off.

And if Gods looking out for you, he pulls his shirt of ruffling if his hair and goes back to attack your chest with love bites, your hands reach to the back of his head grabbing a tuft of his hair as you throw your head back and moan as his teeth catch your nipples in his mouth.

“Vinnie, fuck oh my god” You moaned out, his hands moved to flip up your skirt and fondling your ass while you grind down on his hardened dick, then he takes shuffles around with his belt pulling it of and tossing it on the ground keeping you too connected with the bloody kisses falling from your lips on to his tan skin.

“Whenever he kissed you, touched you, my skin felt like it was on fucking fire,” He pulls of his pants with one swift motion as they fall to the ground with a light, airy thud, “He doesn’t fucking deserve you, your too hot for him,” 

You pull off of him to stare into his eyes, “Vinnie, I adore you, but if you bring up my ex one more damn time while we're about to have sex I’m getting up and leaving” You say will as emotionless of a face you can pull.

He airs out a breathy laugh but rather than replying he flips the two of you over onto the sofa and rips your skirt of, “Yes ma’am,” He starts, “But we both know your not leaving to go anywhere” 

He looks for a condom but I stop him, “I’m on birth control and your clean, don’t worry”, you say with the most poise you can muster whilst your under a 6 foot man

With his new found confidence, he lines up your entrance with his dick, carefully sliding in, going gently through your folds whilst you arch into the motion gasping out for him,

As your hands hook around his head to pull both of you into a kiss, he sets a ruthless pace, pounding into you like his life depends on it but not letting you relish a single moment of freedom.

He doesn’t stop for a second, not letting you rest whilst the entire room echos with sounds of skin slapping and it doesn’t stop, turning the melody of your skins coming in contact and the rhythm of your synched breathless moans turns the room into a orchestra of pleasure and carnal desire as both of you chase your release.

And it’s not far, you cum first with a loud moan and arching your back with your mouth in an ‘O’ shape and he’s not far behind cumming in you and dropping down on to you to place more hickeys all over you and claim you even more as his.

They say revenge is an act of passion, and while you're laying there, breath panting, legs sore and your ex-boyfriends biggest rival laying on top of you rubbing circles into your skin… you can’t help but think they're right, because what’s a bigger act of passion than sex? And what’s a bigger form of revenge than betrayal? And the best betrayal is the sight of your ex-boyfriend watching you limp out of a dressing room with your hair and makeup messed up whilst his rival follows behind you in an even worse state.

[sharpth1ng]

Billy loomis? the biggest liar in the room. not just to other people, but to HIMSELF. like yeah, he’s manipulative, he’s violent, he’s a whole-ass serial killer, but at the end of the day? dude is just repressed beyond belief. like he is fighting for his LIFE trying not to be the person he actually is, and here’s why:

The whole murder spree? It wasn’t just about revenge. It wasn’t just about “punishing” Maureen. That was his excuse. The reality? He’s so deep in denial about himself that he’d rather tear apart everything around him than face the fact that he’s not who he says he is.

And that’s the thing—billy is a hypocrite in the most fascinating way. he hates his dad for cheating, for lying, for destroying his “perfect” family. but what does he do? cheat. lie. destroy. calls everyone fake but is constantly performing. acts like he doesn’t care what people think but goes to increasingly extreme lengths to make sure they only ever see what he wants them to see.

Sidney’s just his alibi, his “look at me, I’m normal” card. She’s safe to be with because she won’t push him into anything he doesn’t want to do. Meanwhile, Stu is the one Billy’s actually emotionally (and physically) drawn to. But instead of just being honest, breaking up with Sidney like a normal person, he keeps up the charade. Because he knew ending things with Sid would get people talking. In the ‘90s, people would’ve immediately been like “yo, why’d you dump your hot girlfriend?” and Billy couldn’t deal with that shit.

And that’s why he needed everything to look normal—not just for everyone else, but for Stu too. Having Sidney wasn’t just a cover for the world, it was his way of making sure Stu never started questioning him. If he had a girlfriend, there was nothing to ask. They were just messing around because Sid wouldn’t sleep with him, and that didn’t mean anything about him.

Stu, on the other hand, did care about Tatum in a way, but more as a friend. It wasn’t that he was with her just to keep up appearances, but it also wasn’t the same as what he had with Billy. Because, at the end of the day, Billy was always his priority.

And let’s talk about how manipulative Billy is. People always debate whether Stu was actually into this or if Billy just dragged him into it, and honestly—it’s both. Billy knew Stu had issues with his parents, knew he craved validation, knew he was vulnerable, and he used all of that. Like, do you really think it’s a coincidence Billy told Stu about his murder plan instead of handling it on his own? He wasn’t just picking someone randomly—he picked Stu because he knew he’d never say no.

What Billy didn’t expect was that all that shared trauma would lead to an emotional codependency. Spending this much time with Stu, getting that close to him, would make him start feeling things he wasn’t ready for. And he definitely didn’t plan on developing those feelings. But then again, Stu can read him like a book, so honestly, he probably knew before Billy even did.

And that’s the real tragedy of his character. He could’ve just broken up with Sidney and figured his shit out. He could’ve not murdered people. But he’s so deep in his own repression, his own anger, his own need to control everything, that he convinces himself this is the only way. And by the end? He’s fully unmasked. Not just as a killer, but as himself.

So yeah, Billy can say he doesn’t care, but everything he did screams he cared too much. He needed control—over Stu, over his image, over everything. He was never gonna just let things happen.

(sorry if this is a bit too long, i just really wanted to rant about it)

Honestly yeah, I agree with pretty much all of this, its very much the way I write these characters.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey Slay boy, it’s me again. There’s not a lot of content for literally any of them so can I get like A-Train, (not the deep), MM, Frenchie, and some of Hughie

A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie, as boyfriends

Headcanons

couldnt find any good gif, so i just chose this one

Reginald “Reggie” Franklin, “A-train”

Dating Reggie means you most likely are also a supe, maybe even someone well known in the community, since he cares a lot about his image.

Though, I also can see him being super open about being in a relationship with a man, since that would greatly affect his image and how people see him. So expect to be on the downlow with A-train, he still loves you though.

Later on, after everything, Reggie might start thinking about being public with his relationship with you, since you mean so much to him and he wants to be able to stand side by side with you even in public.

He still cares a lot about his image, and wants to appear as the best version of himself, so he probably acts kinda fake in public, but is more emotional and available in private.

Is a secret cuddlebug in private, and craves your approval and attention the most. Is scared hes not good enough for you, so he needs the reassurance.

Marvin T. Milk, “Mothers Milk”

M.M is a more put together partner, and is probably the best out of all of these guys to talk about his feelings, as he seems the type to sit down and talk about it, if either of you have issues in your relationship.

He always keeps a slight eye on you at most times to keep you safe, no matter where you are, since he still suffers from the fear of losing parts of his family.

Needs a daily checkup on you if you guys are ever apart, or else he cant sleep at night because he has a deep instinctual fear that Soldier Boy has somehow killed you too, so do keep that in mind if you ever travel somewhere without him.

Outside of his hate for soldier boy and his want for revenge, I could see M.M as the most likely to be able to have a domestic healthy relationship with.

Serge, “Frenchie”

Cares very deeply for his partner, so much it can put him in danger at times. If you get hurt, he loses track of what he was doing which can be dangerous.

He doesn’t appear the type to others, but I can imagine Frenchie is quite the romantic when it comes down to it. He would bake you treats in his free time, take you on dates or just have dates at home if you guys cant go out, the likes.

The type to compliment you In another language, mainly to himself under his breath, but in the morning when you guys wake up he would mumble about how handsome you are and how much he loves you.

Teaches you how to use most weapons in case you need it, or how to recognize most drugs to make sure you don’t get drugged, or any chance you might need that knowledge.

Hughie Campbell

A softy and is probably the one who loves to cuddle the most, is also most likely the most open about his relationship status. Doesn’t feel any shame about his sexuality, because as long as it’s you, he doesn’t care what others thing.

Comes to you for comfort or to feel safe after everything happens, just needs to lay in your arms and shake and cry to himself, as being held by you is enough. It might take a bit for him to tell you what’s bothering him, as he doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him.

The one who likes to borrow your clothes and wear it, even if you are smaller than him. If you have any hoodie that might fit him, hes stolen it at least a few times. Likes to be surrounded by your scent.

It takes a little bit, but after he starts, he tells you he loves you any chance he gets. Both because hes scared of losing you or himself dying, but also just to make sure you know.