#the ceo of evil

[cadillacjohnf1]

in case anyone was thinking about feeling sorry for that CEO

[wildflowercryptid]

the kalosian worms are quickly eating away at my brain, folks.

[official-cvntified-gay]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 [𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃. 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

❀ summary: You’ve fallen hard for Alcina Dimitrescu, the alluring CEO of a rival company—completely unaware of her plan to use you to gather information on your father’s business. What began as manipulation slowly turned into love, but when the truth comes out, will Alcina be able to win you back, or is it already too late?

❀ time to take this want out the vault, originally a carol aird one but we love ceo alcina, let me know if y'all want part two<3

❀ part two

The city lights flicker through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alcina’s penthouse as you stand by the edge, staring out at the sprawling skyline. The night air is cool, and yet your skin feels like it’s burning under her gaze. You don’t have to turn around to know that she’s watching you—her presence is magnetic, a force you can feel even when she’s standing across the room.

You’ve always wondered how she does it—how Alcina Dimitrescu commands a room with nothing more than a look. And somehow, she’s chosen you. From the moment she walked into your life, her power was intoxicating, pulling you in like a moth to a flame.

A soft sound of footsteps draws nearer, and you feel the heat of her body behind you before she even touches you. Her breath is warm against your neck as she leans down, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You’re quiet tonight,” she murmurs, her voice low, sultry. “What’s on your mind, darling?”

You close your eyes, letting the sound of her voice wash over you. “Just thinking about how everything’s changed so quickly.” You turn your head slightly, meeting her gaze. Her golden eyes are intense, full of a desire that sets your heart racing.

Alcina smiles, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips. “Change isn’t always a bad thing.”

You nod, though the depth of your feelings for her scares you. You hadn’t expected to fall so hard, so fast. But from the first moment you met her—at that high-profile charity gala where your father introduced you to half of the city’s elite—she’d captivated you. She was mysterious, powerful, unlike anyone you’d ever met.

You couldn’t resist her.

Now, with her standing so close, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air, you feel the pull again, stronger than ever. You feel the need for her, a deep ache that you can’t explain.

Alcina’s hand grazes your arm, her fingers tracing the skin there, and you shiver under her touch. She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, the cool fabric of her tailored suit a contrast to the heat building between you. Her lips ghost over your neck, and you bite your lip to keep from making a sound.

“You’re trembling,” she whispers, her voice dark and full of promise. “Are you afraid of me?”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning back into her touch. “No,” you say, though your voice wavers. “I’m not afraid of you.”

You can feel her smile against your skin, her lips teasingly close. “Good,” she purrs, “because I would never hurt you, darling.”

She kisses the soft spot behind your ear, and you feel your knees weaken, your body responding to her in ways you can’t control. You want her—there’s no denying it. The way her touch ignites something deep within you, the way her voice makes your pulse race. It’s addictive.

Her hands trail down your sides, slow, deliberate, as if she’s savoring the feel of you beneath her fingers. And then, with a firm yet gentle touch, she turns you to face her.

You look up at her, your breath catching in your throat. The intensity in her eyes is almost overwhelming, but you don’t want to look away. There’s something raw in the way she looks at you, something vulnerable beneath the surface of her powerful exterior.

Alcina’s hand moves to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. “I want to make you feel good,” she murmurs, her voice low, intimate. “Will you let me?”

Your breath hitches, and all you can do is nod. You’re completely under her spell.

Her lips crash against yours, and it’s like fire—hot, intense, consuming. The kiss is full of passion, her hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against her. You can feel the strength in her arms, the way she holds you as if she’s afraid to let go.

You kiss her back just as fiercely, your fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. You’ve never wanted anyone the way you want her right now.

Alcina’s hands move to your back, sliding down to your hips, and she lifts you effortlessly, carrying you over to the plush couch in the center of the room. She lays you down gently, her body hovering over yours as she looks down at you, her eyes dark with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” she breathes, her hand sliding up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress higher. “Do you know that?”

You can’t find the words to respond, so you just pull her down to you, crashing your lips against hers once more. The world outside disappears—there’s nothing but you and Alcina, the heat of her body, the way her touch sets your skin on fire.

Her kisses move to your neck, then lower, trailing down your collarbone as she takes her time exploring every inch of you. Her hands are firm, possessive, yet there’s a tenderness in the way she touches you that makes your heart ache.

It feels like she’s worshipping you, like she’s pouring everything into this moment. And you can’t help but surrender to her, completely and utterly.

You’ve never felt this kind of intensity before—this longing, this need. It’s like she’s consumed you, and you don’t want it to stop.

But as Alcina’s lips move lower, pressing soft kisses to your stomach, there’s a nagging thought in the back of your mind, something you’ve been trying to ignore. You know so little about her—about her world, her life outside of these moments you share. And it’s strange, isn’t it? That someone so powerful, so enigmatic, would want you?

You push the thought away, focusing instead on the way she’s making you feel—the way her touch drives you wild, the way she whispers your name like it’s the only thing that matters.

But somewhere deep down, the seed of doubt is planted.

In the quiet moments after, as you lie tangled in each other’s arms, your head resting on her chest, Alcina strokes your hair softly. Her fingers trail down your back in soothing patterns, but there’s a tension in her body that you don’t understand.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, your voice soft in the dim light.

There’s a pause, just long enough to make you wonder if she’ll answer.

“I’m thinking about how much I’ve come to care for you,” she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

“More than I ever expected.”

Your heart swells at her words, but before you can respond, Alcina presses a kiss to your forehead and pulls you closer, as if she’s trying to shield you from something you can’t see.

And for now, you let her.

You sink deeper into her embrace, feeling the warmth of Alcina's body against yours, her heartbeat slow and steady beneath your ear. It's the first time she's said anything like that—admitting her feelings so plainly, even if her words are wrapped in mystery.

Your chest tightens, unsure of how to respond. There’s a quiet vulnerability in the air that feels foreign for someone like Alcina—someone so poised, so untouchable. For all her confidence and power, there's something in the way she holds you tonight that feels like she's clinging to more than just your body.

“I care about you too,” you whisper, your voice sounding smaller than you'd intended. “More than I expected, honestly.”

You feel her stiffen ever so slightly, as if she wasn’t expecting you to say it back, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she continues to stroke your hair, her silence both soothing and unnerving.

Minutes pass like this, the quiet between you growing heavier. You want to ask more—to understand this woman who’s slowly become the center of your world. But every time you open your mouth to speak, the questions get caught in your throat. You don’t want to break the fragile intimacy between you, not when everything feels so perfect… yet so delicate.

Still, that nagging thought returns, like a quiet hum in the back of your mind. You know so little about her. Her life outside of these secret moments is a mystery. And that mystery is starting to weigh on you.

“Alcina,” you say softly, tilting your head to look up at her. Her golden eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see something there—something raw, almost like guilt. But then it’s gone, replaced with her usual composed expression.

“Yes, darling?” Her voice is smooth, but there’s an edge to it, like she’s bracing herself for what you might say next.

You hesitate, the words hanging on the tip of your tongue. You’ve never been good at hiding your curiosity, and tonight is no different.

“Why don’t you ever talk about your work?" The question seems innocent enough, but the moment it leaves your lips, you can feel the shift in the air. Alcina’s body tenses beneath you, and her hand pauses in your hair.

She’s quiet for a beat too long, and when she finally speaks, her tone is measured. “Business is... complicated. I’d rather not burden you with it.”

You bite your lip, unsure if you should push further. But something about her answer feels off, too rehearsed. You sit up slightly, propping yourself up on one elbow as you look at her, trying to read her expression.

“I don’t mind hearing about it,” you say gently. “I want to know more about you, about your life. You’ve been such a big part of mine lately, but I feel like I still don’t know much about you.”

Alcina’s eyes darken, and for a moment, you see the cracks in her perfect facade. She looks away, her jaw tight. “It’s better that you don’t,” she mutters, almost as if to herself.

That response only makes your heart race faster—because now, you know something’s wrong. Something bigger than she’s letting on.

“What do you mean?” you ask, your voice soft but firm. “Why shouldn’t I know?”

Alcina exhales, sitting up and running a hand through her dark hair. Her expression is unreadable, but you can feel the tension radiating off her in waves. It’s like she’s battling something within herself, something she can’t—or won’t—share with you.

“Because once you know the truth,” she says slowly, her voice low and heavy with something like regret, “things won’t be the same between us.”

Your heart drops at her words. “What truth? Alcina, you’re scaring me.”

She looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a moment, you see everything in her eyes—fear, guilt, longing. It hits you like a wave, the weight of it almost knocking the breath from your lungs.

“I never wanted it to be like this,” she whispers, her voice cracking at the edges. “But I’m not just some woman you met at a gala. There are things you don’t know, things I’ve kept from you.”

You feel a pit forming in your stomach, but you force yourself to ask, even though part of you is terrified of the answer. “What things?”

Alcina stands, towering over you with a look of torment in her eyes. She paces for a moment, running a hand through her hair again, as if trying to figure out how to say what she’s about to say.

“There’s a reason I’ve been so close to you,” she says finally, her voice tight. “It didn’t start because of some chance encounter at a gala. I sought you out. I’ve been... using you.”

The words hit you like a physical blow, and for a moment, the room seems to spin. You stare at her, trying to make sense of what she’s saying, but it doesn’t add up. It can’t. Not after everything.

“Using me?” you repeat, your voice trembling. “For what?”

Alcina closes her eyes, as if the weight of her confession is too much to bear. “For information. Your father—his company. Dimitrescu Enterprises and his corporation are... rivals. I needed leverage, and I thought I could get close to you, seduce you, and...”

She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. You don’t need her to.

Your mind reels as the realization crashes over you. The private dinners, the late-night conversations, the way she always seemed so interested in the details of your life, your family. It wasn’t love—it was manipulation. A calculated move to get to your father, to destroy his business from the inside.

You push the blanket off, sitting up fully, feeling like the walls of the room are closing in on you. “You... you’ve been lying to me this whole time?”

Alcina’s eyes snap open, and the pain in them is undeniable. “It started that way,” she says quickly, stepping closer. “But then I fell for you. I didn’t expect it, I didn’t want it, but I couldn’t stop myself. This—what we have—it’s real. You have to believe me.”

You shake your head, backing away from her as tears prick your eyes. “How am I supposed to believe anything you say now? You’ve been using me, Alcina. All of this—” you gesture to the room, to the bed, to the moments you shared— “it was just part of your plan.”

“No,” she says, her voice breaking. “It’s more than that now. I swear to you, I never meant to hurt you. I fell in love with you, and that wasn’t part of the plan. You have to believe me.”

But the weight of her betrayal is crushing, and the walls of the penthouse, once a sanctuary, now feel like a prison. You can’t breathe. You can’t think.

“I... I need to go,” you whisper, grabbing your clothes, your hands trembling as you dress.

“Please,” Alcina begs, her voice desperate. “Don’t leave. I can explain everything.”

But you can’t listen to her right now. You can’t look at her, can’t see the woman you thought you loved standing there with so much guilt in her eyes.

Without another word, you turn and rush out of the room, the sound of Alcina calling your name echoing in your ears as you disappear into the night.

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⟢﹒requests are open (but don't expect much since I'm just coming back to writing, hope you enjoyed this<3)

[useless-moss]

The fact Viggo brought back a deadly plague to sell the antidote without even knowing if the thing to make the antidote still existed or not first.

Honestly probably the most 'business man' thing he did throughout the entire series.

[dumbledorathexplora]

🦋🔛🔝🦋

[socialjusticeinamerica]

Luigi starting a class war.

[idontknowtheend]

guys steven lim is not some crazy super villain controlling them

[dance-dance-disillusion]

even if it comes out and we find out that the shooter like is alt-right and hates gay people im still gonna support him. i want the """healthcare""" insurance industry to go down more than i dont want to share beliefs with a fascist

[codenamestasis]

When Hitler killed millions of Jewish people (and others who were deemed "undesirable"), his evil was obvious. When the colonizers murdered natives without batting an eye, their evil was obvious. When anything like this that isn't widely known happens, we can spot the evil easily, especially with hindsight.

We're living in a new era of evil people. Their killing and genocides are far less obvious (in Billionaire US) and, hey, they have all sorts of mechanisms to hide behind. They control the narrative via the news outlets that they own, they control our government and they have us hating each other to keep our focus off of them and the wretched deeds they're doing.

Which brings me to Brian Thompson, United Healthcare's former CEO. Did he walk into hospitals and/or homes and put guns to anyone's heads? Did he or his executives pull life support and cackle as they did so? No. They hid behind "denying claims" for profits.. which pulled the life support for them.

People died, people ARE DYING, because of greed that won't stop. We tried changing things "the right way" via legislation, peaceful protests, even lobbying.. but we couldn't beat the cash flow. When people are desperate and they see no other way out, violence becomes the only answer. The only thing these ghouls value more than money are their own lives.

Which is why i must say.. Luigi Mangione is a hero. And just look at them.. they are trying so hard to turn us against him however they can bc they are scared. They see that we see that it's not the right vs the left.. it's the rich vs the poor. In their fear, they're showing us that the life of ONE CEO is more valuable than all the kids who have died in school shootings and all of Brian Thompson's victims, etc etc.. and that's on top of watching billionaires being appointed to government positions, even sadistic ones like Elon Musk. Large scale evil isn't obvious when you're in the middle of it and it's hard to see when they're doing everything they can to hide it from us. We have to keep going. That's my stance.

(And honestly if you couldn't tell that from my writing, i dunno how to help ya >.>)

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT CONDONING VIOLENCE.

[unlikelytrashcreation]

But is he licensed to throw that ass back???

(Stupid art I was compelled to make of @insane-in-the-membrane-au dib and zim and my own CEO zim and rnd dib❤️)

[waterbugsanonymous]

rich people are killing us, make it scary to be a CEO

[bruhlesbian]

2 margaritas in and he's whipping out his wallet photos for anyone who looks at him longer than 2 seconds

[pixellangel]

local ceo is comparable to sopping wet pretzel. more at seven

[useless-moss]

I like to image part of Viggo's infatuation with Hiccup was Mr top 1% being like 'damn, who is this teenager making me actually work?'

Cause. Like. You know damn well that man didn't do nearly as much of the dirty work as he could have. Left that shit to his workers, brother included.

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

i’m ngl i find the framing of the UHC shooting as a galvanizing moment for class solidarity to be uhhhhh optimistic at best considering how many people who by finances/jobs could definitely be included in the this solidarity umbrella statistically speaking recently voted for the Actively Tried To Make Health Care So Much Fucking Worse And Have Succeeded Consistently At Preventing It From Getting Better Party a few weeks ago. americans love images of vengeance and the fantasy of a good guy with a gun, we knew that already. it’s fine to like it when a bad guy dies but i’m not convinced that for many of the people cheering it on it actually means anything as far as like making connections to the actual reality of what would be required for things to improve (changing the laws, a thing americans famously hate and reliably punish political parties for doing, like they did the time the other party passed a law to make healthcare a little bit less horrible).