#tw f/o abuse

[huntinglove]

Imagine taking out your sadistic needs on your F/O:

Nonsexual:

💙 Gently stroking their cheek before slapping them, watching how their pupils contract, eyes watering as their skin burns and changes into a beautiful shade of red, leaving a perfect handprint on their petrified face. A wobbly smile begins to form on their face just before your hand strikes them again, harder this time

💣 Cutting their skin and watching the beautiful contrast between their skin and quickly flowing blood. The blade, guided by your hand, dancing over their body and leaving trails of hearts, loving words and your name, little reminders of who they belong to

💙 Having them hold their arms above their head so you can get a good punch at their stomach. The pathetic whines and cries that escape them while they curl up into themselves make for a beautiful scene, along with them needlessly apologizing as they look up at you

Sexual:

💣 Having them lay back while you choke them, eyes rolling as they gasp beneath you, all the while you're grabbing and squeezing at all their most sensitive spots. Even with tears pooling at their eyes, they lean into the painful touch desperately

💙 Covering them in bruises and bite marks, tasting their blood as you lick and suck on their wounds. Turning their pathetic, begging self into a beautiful canvas, a masterpiece created entirely by you. Maybe some cutting and carving would sculpt them up even more

💣 Overstimulating them after edging them for such a long time. Making them cum, exactly like they've been begging you to, but over and over again, until every nerve in their body is sparking and burning with pleasure and pain. Hearing them sob and moan your name is like music to your ears

[friend-or-fo]

"You're safe," your F/O assures you, their arms wrapped around you. "I won't let them-" the pronoun drips from their mouth like venom- "hurt you ever again."

[PT: "them" in italics. End PT.]

"What if they come back?" you ask.

Your F/O's embrace tightens. "If they come back, I'll punch 'em straight into the next galaxy. But..." You feel a soft kiss on your forehead. "It's over," they say in a much softer tone. "It's all over now. And I'm here."

Pro/comship DNI, please!

[PT: Proship / comship do not interact, please! End PT]

[selfship-shinigami]

your F/O would beat the shit out of your abuser, they would absolutely torment your abuser because no one hurts you and gets away with it , in your F/Os eyes your abuser deserves no peace

[doodlepoodle69]

imagine your F/O making you feel loved in the worst (or best) way possible.

carving your name on their skin, kissing you in your sleep, sabotaging any romantic relationships you may have and then comforting you and sneaking into your house and leaving love letters are just a few of the things they do for love…

[canongirlf]

yes, i love villain f/o(s) being soft and sweet but what about villain f/o(s) who just barely puts up with you?

A villain f/o where you're just barely special enough that they choose to deal with you. They may insult you, play mind games, and hurt you like everyone else but they still keep you around bc for some reason they crave your presence even if they don't quite know why.

[selfship-confession-box]

it would be super cool if the fandom stopped turning my f/o into an abusive jackass 👍👍👍

it gets especially triggering when i get jumpscared by those depictions while searching for some NICE AND NORMAL FUCKING X READER CONTENT

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[jokerislandgirl32]

Ziolet Songs: Day Four

October 4th - Sparks Fly

Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you, I know it's no good And I could wait patiently But I really wish you would

Posting this a day late, but oh well!

Since yesterday was my birthday I decided to include a fic excerpt from one of Violet’s birthdays! It’s either her 19th or 20th birthday, I haven’t decided yet. But I hope you all enjoy it! Putting it below the cut due to length and mentions of alcohol consumption, a few crude comments, and references to a toxic relationship.

I had barely opened the menu when the sound of people singing happy birthday caught my attention. I looked into the restaurant, and saw the girl I was looking for: my Violet. 

Violet’s long hair was pulled back in a braid, and she was dressed in a simple off-the-shoulder, lilac sundress with a black apron around her waist. She smiled and blushed as her family and the patrons of the restaurant sang happy birthday to her.

The waitress in front of me huffed and rolled her eyes. I sensed she did not like Violet very much, and I was more than ready to get rid of her, “I know what I want,” I announced. 

She pulled out a notepad and looked at me expectantly, I fished out my wallet and produced a $20 bill, “I want the birthday girl to serve me, here’s something for your time.”

The girl’s brown eyes widened, and she stuffed the bill into her apron pocket, “of course, thank you, I’ll go get her!”

VvvvvvVvvvvvV

I was busy thanking everyone for the impromptu birthday song when Nicole ran up to me out of breath, “I’ve got a customer for you, he’s a very good tipper, he just gave me 20 dollars to seat him, and he requested you!”

Nicole usually did not speak to me because she claimed I’d stolen Travis from her, which was far from the truth. I figured she was setting me up for embarrassment, but part of me was hopeful that there really was a customer who wanted me to be their waitress. 

I smiled and said, “okay, here’s to hoping he tips me well too!”

“Yeah, you can treat yourself to a nice birthday present,” my cousin Paige winked at me, having overheard the conversation. 

“I guess,” I whispered, fixing my hair and going to the table where the gentleman was seated. 

When I arrived he sat holding the menu up, covering his face, “good evening sir, can I start you off with something to drink?”

He responded in a gruff, hateful sounding voice, “do you recommend anything? I usually prefer alcohol, but there’s none listed. What type of an island restaurant is this if you can’t get alcohol?”

I felt taken aback by his comment, “I apologize sir, but it is the preference of the owner of the restaurant to not serve alcohol.”

“Why’s that? Is she a prude?” He snickered and something about his voice was oddly familiar. I stood on my toes to peer over the menu covering his face, but he held it closer to him and raised it slightly.

I tried to bite my tongue, but it was no use, I would not stand for whoever this was insulting the aunt who had practically raised me, “Sir, I respectfully disagree with you, the owner is my aunt, and she prefers to host a restaurant where good food and fun can be had without the negative impacts that result from alcoholic consumption. If that is a problem with you, you can go to a neighboring restaurant or bar that does serve alcohol.”

“Ohhh, that’s a bold statement, but I should expect it coming from a sexy little minx such as yourself,” I could hear the laugh in his voice, and I’d had enough. It was one thing for Travis to make crude comments about me, but this man was a stranger, this was unexceptable. 

“Sir, I am sorry, but I do not appreciate your comments. They are making me very uncomfortable. If you cannot refrain from saying such things, I will have to ask you to leave.”

“Awww, come on, you can’t ask your friend to leave,” he pouted, lowering the menu enough for me to see jet black hair. 

The gears in my mind started turning, who did I know with black hair? And before I could stop myself, I asked, “who are you?”

The man lowered the menu and took off a pair of triangular sunglasses at the same time, his voice returning to normal, to a voice I'd wanted to hear for so long, “happy birthday, Vi.”

I felt a few tears fall from my eyes as I looked at his smiling face. I approached him and he stood up quickly, gathering me into a hug without me initiating it. I threw my arms around his neck as his head fell to the crook of my neck, “I’m so happy to see you, Zach,” I whispered.

[bluedrawsanddreams]

saw some distressing Reddit stories about people trapped in dysfunctional family problems and had to get it out

Imagine being trapped in a situation involving a shitty family (can be anything you could think of) and, having no one else left to turn to (parents and/or relatives turning friends against you, other adults failing you when you needed them, etc.), ending with you confiding in the only person left you could trust...Parental F/O. They held onto your every word as you vented to them about your predicament and how you felt like you couldn't stay there another minute but had no way out.

"(Y/N), I'm so sorry you got trapped in this," they said once you finished. "But I swear to God I'm going to get you out of there, one way or another. Call me if anything else ever happens there, and I'll come by and get you, no questions asked."

One night, when your own 'family' (parents, relatives, etc.) ended up taking things too far, when things got too much for you to handle, you did as (Parental F/O) told you...and they got here, just like they had promised, no questions asked. They ignored your 'family' who are demanding to know who they are and tore them a new one for how they had been treating you as you packed your belongings, documents, and anything else you could take with you.

"One day, you'll end up alone, and you'll wonder why the child you had failed won't want anything to do with you anymore!" Those words were the last things (Parental F/O) yelled to your 'family' before they left with you.

In one moment, when all felt lost, (Parental F/O) brought you back from the darkness.

No questions asked.

[caelum-wittebane]

Caelum sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the wall as the night settled in, casting long shadows across the room. The earlier violence echoed in his mind, leaving a hollow ache in his chest — a turbulent mix of fear, anger, and a desperate longing for comfort.

A soft knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to see Belos standing in the doorway, a deep concern in his eyes.

“My sweet prince,” Belos said softly, stepping into the room. He crossed the distance between them in a few strides, and sank down onto the bed beside Caelum. “I heard what happened... Are you okay?”

Caelum shook his head, unable to find the words to describe the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. He felt the man’s hand gently cup his face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Caelum,” Belos whispered, his voice filled with a deep sorrow. “You didn’t deserve any of that. You should never have had to go through something like this…”

Caelum leaned into his lover’s soothing touch, his body trembling like a leaf as the weight of the day’s events crashed over him.

“He... he said such horrible things, Belos. About my gender, about me being weak... And then he—” His voice cracked, and he choked back a sob.

Belos pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close as hot tears streamed down his cheeks.

“You’re not weak,” he murmured. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. Surviving what you’ve been through, standing up for yourself — it takes incredible strength. Don’t let his words make you doubt that.”

The Emperor pulled back slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes. “He had no right to touch you,” he said firmly, a steely edge to his voice. “Let alone nearly end your life. What he did was unforgivable.”

Caelum smiled shakily, the fear in his heart easing just a little. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For being here. For always being here.”

Belos cast a soft, reassuring smile. “You’re very welcome, my sweet. I will always be by your side, you’re safe with me.”

[tyrianludaship]

i will make it so the "tfc heavy" tag is actually decent and not just full of "non-con" abuse fics. even if i have to claw and bite my way through it

[selfship-shinigami]

your F/Os despise your abusive parents. they adore you and are proud of you, no matter what your parents tell you.

[selfshipconfessionz]

I love my f/o so much I want to hurt him and I hate it. I love him so much I want to see him in pain and I know if I was in that dungeon with him, if I was in his party, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from holding his hand a little too tight and biting his lip a little too hard. I love him so much it hurts and I want him to feel the pain he causes me.

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[selfship-confession-box]

I have a f/o that canonically did really fucked things to the MC. It’s not to the point where I’d resent him (he wouldn’t be a f/o ffs!) but it’s certainly enough where he’s a very divided character among the fandom. It hurts seeing others call him an abuser and his fans “abuse apologists”. It hurts seeing people completely mischaracterize him for a toxic person + monster. He feels extreme remorse for the shit he pulled and is always bettering himself for the MC. He’s kind and caring and his actions have reasons and stress backed up that doesn’t take much deep analyzing to see. I feel as if liking him makes me a bad person though. Ik it’s just the fandom’s words, but it just breaks my heart seeing others brush him off as an abuser when he’s absolutely not that

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[jokerislandgirl32]

Karaoke With The Girls Is Like…

I’ve mentioned it before, but I headcanon that Donita may have been in a toxic relationship in the past, and my OC Violet was in a toxic relationship prior to Zach…I also kind of think this might have been a possibility for Paisley’s past too…So, I imagine karaoke night with the villain girls: Donita, Violet, Paisley, Yssa (the oc of the wonderful @lovelybakerandconstructionworker ) goes something like this:

Like they are literally screaming, singing it toward the end….

All: All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Donita: Just an appendage, live to attend him

Paisley: So that he never lifts a finger

Violet: 24∕7, baby machine

Yssa: So he can live out his picket-fence dreams

Violet: It's not an act of love if you make her

All: You make me do too much labour

And the guys are just watching them in a mixture of confusion, amusement, and fear.

Dabio: They look really angry…

Rex: Don’t tell them that…it will just aggravate them more…

Gourmand: I’ve never heard Little Sugar sing like that…you better be glad you’re not her ex Zachy…

Zach: You don’t think I realize that? She’s terrifying once you get on her bad side….

[rosey100]

I feel like Monie's past marriage was arranged by her step dad for Ransom payout, and she had to deal with her mental and verbal abuse for years by the time she was able to file for divorce him ( via "special" help ) took her son Ruhan was told that she had nothing but a vase without him. Monie lives her life with her child by herself while being in the marine before working as a veterinarian, but her ex-husband was adamant that he was right about her not being able to live without him and his son was not the man he wants him to be in the future. That's when she'd started to get stalked, making her feel uneasy, but lucky he didn't know anyone in the military or real estate out of his own sources and the few people in general were already on their last level of their researchers.

As for Martin, their relationship has gone from a high school crush to blossom flower after a long award rain shower full with comfort, affection, respect, and real love from her and her child even though they were away from each other mostly halftime due to their worklife he still has a enough to show the love she deserves. She wasn't sure about having a new relationship, let alone with her friend she hadn't seen or heard since she moved, things were already needed to help, but what help could she get into with Martin. Before anyone knew it, the two found them in a place where they were adventuring together a year later Monica and Martin had one wild firing night with in four weeks Mon was found herself a new discovery but she was reluctant to tell Martin about it but she isn't the best with hiding secrets even as Martin wasn't getting the full picture she told that he was about to be a father.

As for the reason why she didn't want to tell Martin about the news was because she was still paranoid about her ex, and she wasn't sure if she was safe even with Martin. But he was already acknowledges her stalker ex-husband and the rest of his friends (by Zach, who only sees him at social events and has not so good things to say about him) so he can get somethings about that he was more concerned about his own ego but assured that she and their kids are safe. She was still paranoid about the stalking but calmed down when Martin cheered her up, but he was really happy with the baby on the way to the point of the chew somehow (even Mama Kratt was shocked) they were keeping the relationship quiet till then.

According to you

I'm stupid, I'm useless

I can't do anything right

According to you

I'm difficult, hard to please

Forever changing my mind

I'm a mess in a dress

Can't show up on time

Even if it would save my life

According to you, according to you💔

But according to him

I'm beautiful, incredible

He can't get me out of his head

According to him

I'm funny, irresistible

Everything he ever wanted

Everything is opposite

I don't feel like stopping it

So baby, tell me what I got to lose

He's into me for everything I'm not

According to you💙

[jimposts]

more Gant, sure why not!

Cw: Possessive Actions, Manipulation, Abuse of Power

Gant takes care of you while being sick yes, but it enforces his idea of you being his possession. He must take care of what's his.

That doesn't mean he will keep things above you. With holding medicine until you admit you belong to him. Not as a partner but property. He knows he has the power to keep you here, but he just wants enforce that into you.

Other than that, Gant is lovely to you. He has homemade recipes to help relief you. He has you drink immune boosters since they have helped him get over his cold.