#tw; financial blackmail

[terrence-silver]

Ooh, what about exploring a dark, yandere beauty and the beast type situation, where Terry keeps beloved locked away in that palatial gated mansion of his in exchange for forgiving some sort of debt maybe? And then proceeds to totally breach all of their privacy and take away all their agencies and manipulate them into doing all sorts of sordid things, whatever it is he fancies. 💜

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You ruined Terry Silver’s Charlotte Thomas bed sheets. 

22 Gold Karats - woven directly into the sleek Egyptian cotton.

$2400 a piece.

Ugly as all fuck.

The maintenance of his estate and the surrounding grounds was never an easy affair — not in the 80’s and not now, when he deliberately downgraded and considerably downsized from his Beverly Hills mansion into a more compact sense of accommodation at Malibu, La Costa, and occasionally elsewhere, when he both, here and everywhere he resided depending of his needs — he employed a smaller army of people to ensure everything ran smoothly with people who cooked, cleaned,  washed, tended to his affairs, answered emails, polished his shoes, his floors, took calls he couldn’t be fucked taking, minding the security of the place, and yes, even changing the bedsheets. 

It was very much deliberate. Him breaking protocol.

Indirectly steering you from your very precise and allotted task of tending the issue of swapping out pillow cases with the exact thread count. Smoothing the antiseptic, fitted sheets and removing the used ones twice a week. Cleaning and presenting the appropriate blankets whenever he wasn’t there, and of course, he never was. Always away on business. Always on meetings. Always somewhere. Traveling. From one jet to the other. You never even saw your employer and the owner of the household.  All you knew, poor thing, was that Mr. Silver was very anal about how he slept. The quality of his rest. Where and how he re-charged his body. But, he? He saw you plenty. Oh, did he ever. Through the cameras all around the mansion since day one. A bird couldn’t crap on the roof without him being alerted. The other members of the senior staff who reported to him on what everyone did. At any moment. Any given hour. He liked watching. For two years,  five months , a week and eight days. 

That’s how long you were in his employ.

Even when he entertained himself with other people — other holes — he still watched. A precious butterfly, fluttering at the edge of his web.

And somewhere, between  the time it took to carefully and very meticulously comb through your work resume delivered to him by his majordomo who gave you the maintenance job in the first place and your more personal affinities through the aid of a private detective and his own Internet search (ah, the joys of modernity) Terry Silver decided he’s going to keep you. Keep you..indebted, if you will.  He was never a tyrant, after all. Never with the people he paid. His people. They’d all collectively call him the best of bosses if asked — and he was. He really was. And not just because messing with one’s maids and gardeners was generally considered bad mojo. The clogs in his machine were never to be underestimated and Terry had a devotion to each and every one of them to the point of memorizing everything he could about everyone ranging from his pool cleaner to the people trimming the decorative verge on his grounds. Of course he was mindful of the controversy of getting entangled with his maid but he also found he didn’t give a fuck.

If the rules were smooth bending steel, he was born to bend them.

And yet, for the past six months, he does the unthinkable in specifically requesting — exactly and most unflinchingly of you, through the network of his staff’s hierarchy — that upon his return to the estate, dropped off by his chauffeur, a glass of red Burgundy wine be delivered specifically to his bedroom, to his bedside, and furthermore, his made  pristine white bed on a silver platter, hoping that one day, in the near future, you’ll spill a droplet. Just a droplet, so the head of his managerial staff can remorsefully deliver the news to you; all damages made to Mr. Silver’s property are as per the tiny print in your contract to be worked off with extra hours or cut out of your monthly salary, purely so he can swoop in like the savior of the very narrative he elaborately weaved, and in all his charitable fashion declare that ‘No, Charles, we’re not monsters! They’re just sheets!’ Naturally, all pre-planned. A disaster waiting to happen. Like a banana peel on a greasy floor someone could slip on, one day, a crystal glass of red wine tumbles off of the silver platter you were placing down on the end table he could ritualistically drink out of on scheduled arrival the way he always did, and with a thud, it lands on the clear white bed, like a stain worthy of a crime scene. Spilling. He nearly cums watching you through the camera,  and your body language and expression when he concealed your shriek.

Finally, the last puzzle piece of his plan. Beauty lured into the castle’s dungeon.

Took you long enough. Frankly, Terry hoped you’d be clumsier. 

Terry imagined himself far less patient than he turned out to be in waiting.

He has to laugh, though. What kind of man orders his maid to leave him a silver platter with red wine next to a white bed with obscenely expensive sheets? Only one who wanted to cause trouble on purpose. And he did. And he managed. You were so careful too. For an infuriatingly long time to the point he started contemplating changing tact somehow. So respectful of his things. Where he rested. Your scent all over his pillows, keeping him up at night. And now, those bullshit Charlotte Thomas sheets could finally be discarded in the hazard of your accident. He barely contains your embarrassed sobbing, interrupting the scene of his household’s staff manager chastising you.  He’ll deal with them later. Nobody chastises you. Nobody. Nobody but him . You deserved to be draped in diamonds and jewels, not scorned by someone who’s job it was to oversee his kitchens and guest rooms, and you would be, in due time, but for now, you’d stay here and work and it would all be fine.  You’d work your debt off and you didn’t even know it. Whatever it took to have you around. Nothing was for free, after all. And he’d keep adding to what you owed him and adding and adding until you’d be inadvertently tied to him in a slurry of prolonged work contracts that never expire.

-”C’mon. We’re are all a family here.”-

Terry uses a much reviled phrase while he hovering over you with a paternalistic, warm sense of comfort, offering you a handkerchief to dry your face with when you found one lacking inside the pocket of your own uniform, flustered with anxiety and shame to come face to face with him for the first time ever like this, your immediate superiors in the chain of command  dismissed by him while he spoke to you, right there, in his own bedroom, the floor swiftly mopped down, sheets and mattress immediately removed by his workers. -”A family. A team.”- He claps his hands in front of him tenderly with a smile that he knew could make Grandfather Christmas melt. You shake your head, avoiding his gaze, making yourself appear small, clearly shaken. Did you really think he’d fire you over this? He’d didn’t fire his Dynatox agents when they created an oil spill the size of Burundi in the Pacific Ocean back in the ‘87, and he’d certainly not fire his darling over something he planned for so long. In fact, you performed immaculately. Beautifully. Much like them, you’d be promoted, if anything — promoted , in due time, to the very bed you sullied today.

-”I’m sorry again, sir, I don’t know how that happened. I really didn’t mean to, I —”-

You stutter, infinitely apologetic, and he yearns to order; Call me sir again. Instead, Terry chuckles.

-”Tactically unsound, huh?”- He tries on the airs of a casual, jovial semi-retired business mogul, hands in his pockets. Always worked like a charm. Something people out here ate up like Kale. -”Drinking red wine in white sheets? Totally my doing.”- He makes a down-to-earth joke, trying for self-awareness in a meta sense, and you never even realized he was confessing to his own petty machination to your face disguised as easy going humor; something you’d be working off for the rest of your life if he had any say in it. But, sweet thing? You’d find being with him is the most comfortable place you could ever imagine being. In time, you’d thank him for it. Love him for it. Unable to envision yourself anywhere else but by his side. This was meant to happen; was entirely beyond your control. It was in his hands to decide. You were bound to spill that wine the minute Terry Silver set his mind to it, and no other outcome was possible since then. Maybe your fate was sealed the minute you crossed the threshold of this mansion. -”But, what do I know. I’m just an old man who likes his comforts.”- He shrugs, ever so humble, and you finally peer up, daring to look at him, unsure what to do with his handkerchief now that has been used. Oh, the gorgeousness. In any other situation, he’d take it, moist as it was but for the sake of not putting you off too soon, he gestures for you to keep it. Saintly boss that he is. -”Now, tell you what; clean yourself up and take the day off. You’ve earned it. Tomorrow morning, same time?”- 

Terry suggests, warm as a spring breeze. If he didn’t know any better, he’d charm himself. In due time, though --- not today, not tomorrow, but soon, you’d be broken in ways he needed you to be.

You nod, excusing yourself and walking out, appearing…well…somewhat relieved.

Ah.

Terry Silver’s heart was full.

His little companion; the one who will never leave him or this house.

[shooting-love-arrows]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍

SYNOPSIS: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 basks in the fact that you're ofically his. PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 x Reader (gender isn't impiled/mentioned/specified) Tw. buying reader, kidnapping, general lack of consent, possessive/obsessive behavior, power imbalance, blackmailing, threatening; A/N: Quick reminder. I do not support this kind of behaviour. This is just a piece of fiction and serves as enetrtaimnet purposes only.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 who had bought you.

Earlier that week, unknowingly to you, he visited a small apartment you and your family were occupying. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 was aware where and how you were living but it still mortified him how you – his precious darling – could be living like that. 

“You deserve better…more…” he repeated in his head every time he thought about you. Which was always. So it didn't come as a surprise to anyone he had decided to do something about it sooner than later.

Yes, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 greatly appreciated being so warmly welcomed by (his soon to be in-laws) your family. He even witnessed himself from where you got some of your traits from but business needed to be made.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 was straight forward from the start.

The deal was simple: he will pay your family a handsome sum of money monthly and you'll belong to him wholly. They'll completely disappear from your life, becoming nothing but a shadow of your past. In his head he knows you won’t need them anymore.

If not, their financial situation which was already bad will be even worse. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 is a man of power and has a lot of money. Your parents, knowing this, quickly understood that it's either willingly giving you away and getting the money or he will forcefully do so with them landing on a street, probably dead.

From the beginning, they had no choice.

"And here you are, my precious." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 whispered lovingly into your ear before gently laying you on the king size bed. You were put in a deep sleep by an alcohol you drank during his luxurious party (he threw to celebrate sealing the deal but shhh...) and strong sleeping pills he had added to one of your drinks. He made a mental note to pay the doctor he got them from an extra since you didn't even twitch the whole way you were carried here.

"I hope the bedroom will be to your liking." Your (captor) future husband carefully took off your shoes and laid them by your new bed. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 wanted you to be as comfortable as one person can be. Then he took the neatly folded blanket made from the highest quality silk and processed to snuggly tuck you in. When he finished, you looked like the bed could swallow you at any given moment.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 couldn’t help himself and brought his hand to your head, caressing it while staring at your face in adoration. "If not I'll change it however you like it."

Secretly, he hoped you'll be sharing a bedroom (especially bed) soon.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 sat down by your side, the softest mattress he could find easily dipping under him. He didn’t care that he was wrinkling his expensive party wear consisting of a black tuxedo imported straight from Italy that accentuated his lean body in every positive way. He was looking his absolutely best. For you.

"Oh how I love you, my precious." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 purred and his fingers ghosted over your cheek. He leaned down close enough to your face that your soft breaths were fanning him. Some of his slicked back hair fell down tickling your forehead. His mesmerizing eyes were gleaming with the passionate and deep rooted love he had for you. "You belong to me."

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 sealed your fate with a peck on your lips.

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[dark-konohagakure2]

This one could be for Tumblr or AO3. Dealers choice <3 bratty girl owes kakuzu some money and shes gotta pay him back somehow ;P. Can he teach her a lesson about the value of settling her debts?

tw: noncon, age difference, blackmail, age difference, financial abuse, groping, size difference, face fucking, choking

All characters depicted are 18+

Kakuzu is in charge of the Akatsuki's finances, and he takes that role very seriously, mainly due to his immense love of money, money is the only thing in the world that Kakuzu loves and trusts. So when he's sent to go collect a debt from someone who owes the Akatsuki a very large large amount of money, Kakuzu is on the poor soul's doorstep almost immediately.

Having someone as scary looking as Kakuzu at her door is enough to scare the living daylights out of her, a reaction that annoys and amuses the miser in equal measure. He'll immediately demand that she either cough up the money or die by his hand. The poor woman is immediately panicking, revealing that she's completely broke, just barely getting by on the food she already has. This puts a wrench in Kakuzu's mission, he needs the money, something she's clearly lacking, so she can't give him the currency she needs. But that's fine, she can pay him back in a different way.

Her cute little body looks like it could fetch him a pretty penny, but Kakuzu doesn't have time to find enough men willing to pay for such a whiny woman's body, so instead Kakuzu will consider her body his payment, although it pains him to lose a single precious cent. He won't hide his unsavory intentions at all, shamelessy palming her large breasts through her shirt as he forces her against the nearest surface.

Kakuzu isn't shy, gentle, or vague about what he's doing, groping her body through her clothes as he rubs his large erection against her backside, his unusual and unforgiving eyes staring into her's as he prepares to teach her a very important life lesson; if someone doesn't settle their debts in time, then they have to face the consequences of their irresponsibility.

"Be quiet, you little tart. This is what happens to bad girls who don't have half a mind to pay their debts. Now either take my cock or I'll be taking your heart."

Once he's done feeling up her body, he'll abruptly push her down onto the ground, undoing his pants and letting his impressive cock spring free from it's confines, his manhood looking just as big and scary as the rest of him. Kakuzu will give no warnings or preparation when he forces his dick past her teeth, letting the thick meat stuff her throat to his limits whilst he uses it like a fleshlight.

Kakuzu is rough in both the way he fucks her face and the way he holds her in place, his large calloused hand wrapped tightly around her slender throat as he pounds it, making it difficult for her to breath with the overwhelming pressure both in and outside her throat. It's of no consequence to Kakuzu if she passes out from this, just gives him more opportunity to use her without having to listen to her whining.

If she does pass out, he'll take great pleasure in wrecking her other two holes while she's out cold and unable to resist or stop him, she knows this because Kakuzu outright tells her that as he's pounding away at her tear stained face. That's enough motivation for her to try her best to stay awake, even if that's becoming increasingly difficult with his cock down her throat, his hand around her neck, and her nose shoved against his coarse pubic hairs.

Breathing will become even more difficult when Kakuzu finishes right down her gullet, filling her stomach with his thick seed. It takes everything in her not to choke on his cum, or heaven forbid spit it out, Kakuzu will watch sadistically behind his mask as she struggles to gather herself after the brutal face-fucking he made her endure, cold sadism dripping from his every word as he addresses her again.

"That wasn't so hard, was it you idiot? You better get better at taking cock by the next time I come. What? Did you think you'd be off the hook that easily? The Akatsuki always gets what it's owed..."

Kakuzu is still rather annoyed by the fact that he didn't get the money that he came all this way for, but the greedy immortal at least got the next best thing; a much needed stress relief toy he can squeeze after a long day of dealing with Hidan's nonsense and the Akatsuki's seemingly endless ambitions.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Hello! I hope you are doing well, I have an idea, feel free to ignore but I hope you like it.

Yandere Male Deliquent x GN Ex Bully

Like he tried to make them explode and being their “true self”, because in the past, when they were younger, they defend him and he became a delinquent just to see them again.

Sorry if my English is bad.

Bye!

YAN! DELINQUENT OC x GN! EX BULLY! READER

Also your English great anon! Dw about it.

AAAAAAA I’ve meaning to do more Yan! Delinquent recently anon!! You read my mind. For those new to my account. I already have a Yan! Delinquent OC named Mori Ban (see tag: hns.moriban) who was the first to really blow up from my yan! ocs. I always loved this trope with yan stories hhh

tw/cw: DDNE, mention extreme bullying, assault, and harassment. (brought out my trauma for this one). i imagine reader to be amab/masc for this one but there are no explicits allusions to that.

Uttering the name [L/N] [Y/N] was enough to strike fear in the hearts of men. Literally and figuratively speaking, your voice was enough to make even the highest of authorities piss their pants. Not only were you capable of destroying a person’s physical body with your very own hands, you were able to dismantle everything from their relationships and reputation to their financial situations in life.

People predicted you to grow up and become an even more menacing, ruthless person. You had the potential, and with the way you were it was simply the natural trajectory.

But like you always did, you broke everyone’s expectations.

You were like the delinquent version Serena Van Der Woodsen. Mindlessly strutting in as if you hadn’t put several companies to bankruptcy because the owner’s kid looked at you the wrong way. Nonchalantly eating your lunch in the same vicinity of your old victims as if you hadn’t shoved their face into the toilet as a way to pass time. Cheerfully waving at the student council president as if you hadn’t constantly blackmailed and assaulted them for several years just so they’d do your homework and projects. No one was safe from you. You had no code. As long as you felt like it, any life could be destroyed.

Standing opposite to your current path was Mori.

He used to be the punching bag of your lesser goons. Known for being weak and poor, only good for his academic excellence.

He grew up to be almost as fearsome than you. Where-areas you were coldblooded, revelling in the pain you brought upon others. He was a lot more morally guided. Sure, his enemies often suffered worse fates physically, but he wasn’t like you in the way he picked his battles. He only brought hell to those that deserved it. Those that hurt other people first.

And then there was the way he treated you.

You technically belonged to the category he dealt with. You ruined dozens, maybe even hundreds or thousands of lives in a whim. You were the devil in a pretty suit of skin. Despite your lack of hostility nowadays, you never apologised or took accountability, never attempted to atone for your mistakes. The only reason why others haven’t confronted you about it was because of fear. They didn’t want to potentially anger you and set off a bomb.

But Mori? Mori could handle you.

After all, he dedicated his whole life to being your equal; serving you, aiding you.

In fact, he was just so disappointed to see you this way. All disgustingly docile and horridly disciplined. What kind of monster tamed you to be like this? Mori chuckled at the thought. No one but him can match you. You must have started behaving yourself for the sake of appearance. All of this was just a façade. If you had truly changed you would have begged for forgiveness to those you’ve wronged. If you had become a better person then you wouldn’t be discreetly glaring at him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

If someone had truly taught you to be a goody-two-shoes he would have killed them ages ago.

“Hey, [N/N]. Sweetheart. How ya doin?” Mori leaned forward. He grew to be quite a ways taller than you and had to lean over to meet you face to face. Much to your chagrin.

“Fine. It’s so nice of you to ask Ban. If you’ll excuse me.” You adeptly moved to the side. You had dealt with this man-child several times throughout the semester already and knew to just avoid him at all costs lest you lose braincells and precious energy talking to him.

However, you could only take two steps before his hands grappled unto your wrist.

“Woah woah woah there. We’re not done yet.”

You don’t look back, and firmly yet calmly stated, “Yes, we are.”

“It’s a little late but we have yet to give you a homecoming party. That wouldn’t be fair for the great [Y/N].”

You turned back. Eyes wide, not of surprise or anger, but from sheer awe of this man’s audacity.

“I know what you want, and you’re not getting it from me right now.” You scowled at his beautiful pink eyes and effortlessly yanked your arm away from him. You didn’t know it yet back then,

but you had already lit the match.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Could I request Yandere Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Alois Trancy, Claude Faustus and Ash Landers with a reader who's a young widow/widower who refuses to entertain any thoughts of having another romantic relationship with someone out of a desire to spend the rest of their life as their late spouse's wife/husband.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, delusional thoughts, paranoia, manipulation, blackmailing, gaslighting, threats, arranged marriage, abduction

My one and only partner

Ciel Phantomhive

☕ It's such a tragic event, isn't it? Losing the spouse you adored and loved so much. Yes, life can certainly be cruel. The young Earl gives you his condolences, although more out of an act of formal courtesy than genuine compassion and sympathy for your loss. Your spouse has been an unpleasant thorn in his eye for a while now and if it wouldn't have been for their sudden death, he would have ended up manipulating and sabotaging the relationship himself. With them out of the picture without his doing though, Ciel sees a chance. Your talk about never wanting another relationship again is initially not something he takes serious. You're hurt and shocked, you'll get eventually over it. In the meantime Ciel plays the role of the supporting and kind friend who helps you and overlooks how you're doing. If you're struggling in life due to the loss of your lover, he'll financially support you.

☕ The Earl of Phantomhive stays patient with you for a couple of months where he subtly brings up the idea of you marrying again in some discussions he has with you yet you never hesitate in your answer that you'll never take another spouse. Slowly you wear his patience down though as the seasons pass by and your way of thinking doesn't change. Ciel eventually has to acknowledge that you might just be more serious with your decision than he initially anticipated and your sheer dedication to your late spouse elicits a spark of annoyed envy out of him. It's disrespectful to think in such a condescending way of your dead spouse but Ciel just can't see why you'd love them so much and deny yourself the chance to marry a more suitable person. The more suitable person of course being him. Nothing is fully confirmed just yet though so Ciel continues for now with what he's been doing so far, feigning to be your concerned friend whilst subtly courting you.

☕ As another couple of months pass by and you still don't change your mind, Ciel has to resort to more manipulation and sabotage. A pity, he was hoping to win your heart the more gentlemanly way. He decides to break off the engagement with Lizzy sooner than initially planned and paints himself to be quite shaken by those events. He does it in a way that doesn't damage his relationship with the Midford family though as they're important allies to him. He hopes to gain your sympathy by acting like it hits him harder than anticipated. Additionally he forces you into situations where you have to rely on him more in attempts to earn your gratitude and trust. Those are ways to blackmail you without you really knowing as he still hopes that you'll stop your childish behavior by pushing you. If none of those work though, he sees himself forced to arrange an engagement between you two. It would truly be a pity though if you'd leave him no other choice but to reveal his cold and possessive persone though, wouldn't you agree?

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian puts his best act out to appear compassionate over your loss but his black heart couldn't care less in reality. Instead the early death of your spouse is merely a problem less for him as they dared to touch and take something that belongs to the demon and the demon alone only. He would have gotten rid of them himself but life was this time faster than him apparently. Despite his clear apathy, he still feigns concern and sympathy to gain your trust and even your reliance as Sebastian can't help but see the current situation you're in as a good opportunity to claim your heart which was meant to belong to him in the first place. Emotionally you're very vulnerable right now after all and even if he isn't thrilled by the fact that you waste so much thoughts and tears on this good-for-nothing spouse of yours, it's an ideal chance to grow closer to you and show you that you have a far better option right in front of you. Him.

🐈‍⬛ Sebastian prides himself in showing off his skills and abilities in front of you whilst taking care of you. He helps you in whatever ways he can, always pays you a visit and sees how you're doing. He does some of the chores for you when you're busy and even cooks and bakes for you when he has the time. He's aware of your antics of not wanting to marry ever again but he doesn't take you seriously. No, instead he almost finds your childish determination amusing as he does not believe you to stay true to your decision. Sebastian is far too confident in himself to feel intimidated or insecure. He's swayed many with his looks and his charm. If at all, he views this all as a little challenge. Amuse him a bit if you can, he has all the time in the world. You manage to stay loyal to your decision and the first couple of months, this actually excites the demon. You aren't as easily swayed and he enjoys that you're a harder challenge. That'll make it all the more rewarding when you give in after all.

🐈‍⬛ Apparently the demon has severely underestimated your loyalty and love for your dead spouse as you keep on denying him and his attempts to court you. What was once amusement and fun slowly turns into bitterness and annoyance, black feelings Sebastian has rarely experienced against someone, especially against a dead human. In all possible ways you could compare your deceased spouse to him, Sebastian is better in every way so why would you cling so desperately to someone who is already dead. As a demon, Sebastian will never be able to understand your strong devotion as you're his mate and shouldn't cling to the memories of a dead human. His comments become snarky and passive-aggressive whenever you talk about your dead spouse as he doesn't want to hear you speaking of them in such a wistful manner. You make him slowly lose his patience, an achievement near impossible. He might just come clear with his feelings at one point, giving you the last opportunity to accept him. "No" is not an option for you though.

Alois Trancy

👅 Alois should learn to read the room as he gives his darling an emotional response only a heartless asshole would show. The aristocrat is gleeful with the news of the unexpected death of your spouse. He has despised them with every fibre of his being simply for being married to you and being your spouse by law, a spot that should belong to him. They were in his way and if they wouldn't have died so suddenly, Alois would have ordered their death himself. Their death is in his mind like a sign from above, a sign that should tell you that they weren't meant for you. He has such a hard time hiding his sadistic grin and at least acting like he feels sorry as he just feels giddiness rushing through his blood. Finally! Now he can have you all for himself without their disgusting arse anywhere near you. He might just visit their grave out of pure spite, mocking them and laughing at them. They got what they deserved for taking you.

👅 No sense for boundaries and personal space, Alois just acts like an immature and spoiled brat, which he really just is at the end of the day. He's clingy because now there is no spouse of yours around which disgusts him and tempts him to just strangle them for doing as much as touching you. No, instead he's celebrating your new freedom and that you two can now finally be together as he showers you with presents and invites you multiple times a week over to his mansion. He's giddy, joyful and touchy with you as he doesn't even consider the fact that you want to grieve, don't want to hang around him or even start a relationship with him right away. Instead he instantly assumes that you'll accept him and are even happy that your deceased spouse is now gone. That makes him immensely confused when you stop him and tell him firmly that you have no interest in him or anyone.

👅 He's not believing you or at least doesn't want to believe you. Why are you still hung up on that rat? They were only in the way! He should have been your lawful husband from the very start! The brat in him emerges and starts shouting and crying, blames you for being so stupid to choose the wrong person in the first place when you should have just waited for him to come along. Aloid doesn't want to understand and neither will he ever understand, too gone in his head with his pretty fantasy of you two being meant to be together. So he doesn't take your words seriously, refuses that you mean it. Such devotion should only be for him, you can't possibly really feel so strongly about them...right? He rejects that idea of your heart forever belonging to them violently but he grows undeniably more paranoid with the thought constantly present at the back of his mind. You're the one who has the wrong idea here! Alois genuinely believes that you just need some convincing to see that you were wrong, although that means in normal words an abduction and isolation.

Claude Faustus

🕷️ His facial expression remains cold and apathetic, only the slight hint of a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips when he hears about the news. What a stroke of luck that is, he doesn't have to bother with this little insect after all. Claude would have a 100% taken care of them himself but that isn't needed because their own stupidity was the death of them. Claude is rather content for the first time in a long while as his mood hasn't been the best ever since he found out that his mate had already been claimed by another human. He hides his smugness about their death in front of you though, sane enough to understand that he'd only earn your ire otherwise. Besides that though, he'll keep his emotionless face though because it is hard faking sympathy and sorrow for someone who has only been a hindrance in his eyes from the very first moment.

🕷️ Claude is merciless as he instantly starts erasing traces of their existence. He tidies your house up to get rid of their stench clinging to every material until his own smell is dominating the house and throws photos and everything else out. The last part he does without your knowledge since you cherish every reminder of your late spouse. It's pathetic and annoying to see you breaking down when you can't find pictures and, worst of all, your own wedding ring anymore. You sob and cry and he can only look at you with cold eyes, doing his best to hide an annoyed sneer. That dead human is barely worth anything besides a mediocre meal in his eyes so why are you so affected? You have him and that's all you'll ever need. Your talk of never wanting another romantic relationship only serves to fuel his annoyance but ultimately he brushes it off as you being dramatically emotional.

🕷️ Claude is rather full of himself after all, is confident that he can charm you and make you forget all about your spouse in no time. His patience is not as good as Sebastian's is though so he grows soon tired of your naive fantasy to live and die as your late spouse's partner. Even the mere mention of their name causes his chest to fill with barely hidden annoyance, his words cold and sharp when he speaks about them. He's just done with you and your stubbornness of clinging to someone who is already buried six feet underneath. He is the one you should choose, not some pathetic and undeserving human. You're his mate after all! His! That's the point where Claude starts using his powers to sabotage you, scare you, torture you mentally a bit to force you into co-dependency. If you still refuse to accept him, deny him what is rightfully his, he'll have no mercy whatsoever. He'll reveal himself to you and will take you for himself just like his instincts demand him to do. Don't worry, you'll forget soon all about your former lover.

Ash Landers

▫️ Ash has been agonizing himself over that spouse of yours since the first day he found you. Marriage is sacred, a bond special yet for you to give your vow to such a vile human. No one is worthy of you in this city, not even in the entire world. It isn't your fault though as Ash believes that it was your spouse who forced you, abused your kindness and love. Oh, he would have loved to remove that stain himself but perhaps this was divine punishment from heaven. It is a heavy weight less on his shoulders for him now that that vermin is gone, although your safety is still plenty enough to give him multiple heart attacks. You're far from safe after all as you still live in a society with rotten individuals, you're the only pure and untainted flower left. So Ash just has to act and so something before they'll devour you, tear you apart.

▫️ In all his paranoia and panic he only notices after the abduction that you're busily grieving over the death of your husband. Personally, he wouldn't even spare them a single thought and they're especially unworthy of your thoughts and feelings. He's sensitive when it involves you so your tears and your sorrow crush his heart as he enters multiple frenzies, blames your deceased spouse. How could anyone dare to sadden you and be the source of your anguish and tears? Ash tries everything to help you with your pain, has multiple meltdowns whenever he catches the sight of your tears or senses the emotional agony you're in. Parts of him die again and again as he already seems to fail in his role as a guardian angel and it eventually reaches the level where he kneels in front of you with tears streaming down his face, begging you to tell him what he should do to ease your pain.

▫️ He finds out from you that you've decided to never have another romantic relationship so that you can spendthe rest of your life as you're spouse's lawful partner. Initially he has no real problems with that. Sure, he still thinks that such vermin is deserving of such sheer dedication and loyalty from you but that just shows why you're such a pure creature in the first place. No one is worthy of you anyways so the concept of you refusing to love anyone else, or let anyone abuse you again as Ash thinks of it, should be reassuring and it is a little bit for a while. At least until Ash discovers that what he thought were sincere intentions to protect you like any guardian angel should have turned into feelings of longing and desire. Emotions he shouldn't feel towards you as not even he sees himself as deserving of your heart. Yet now the knowledge that you won't even consider falling in love again to waste your precious love on your dead spouse pains him only more but he forbids himself to ever let you find out about his feelings, no matter how many times he has to punish himself. Only your love could save him now.

[the-whispers-of-death]

First Meeting

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TW/CW: Death

I had a dream that evolved into this and this is loosely inspired by season 1 of the CW show Arrow, I won't deny it. Don't worry, I didn't straight up steal the plot of the first season.

This is with a male reader, so if you don't want to read that, then don't! Only Reader's gender, codename, their family member (which we'll see in the next part), and their costume is specified, everything else is up to your imagination!

There's also a long introduction before you get to meeting Ghost, whoops. The other parts will be more moments with Ghost, I promise.

Two years ago, your city was "saved" by a corporation called Onyx Corp, the corporation swearing it'd save the city from financial ruin. They promised the poorest citizens they would be taken out of poverty and be given jobs and real estate. Instead, they gave the jobs to outsiders and made buying a house or renting an apartment even more expensive. The worse part, Onyx Corp was pushing out illegal substances and watching as they got the citizens addicted and in desperate need of the substances.

Despite this, the mayor kept preaching about how good it was that Onyx Corp was here, how it was pulling the city out of poverty and putting it back on the map in terms of tourism. The crimes Onyx Corp committed went unchecked, city officials blackmailed and bribed until they turned a blind eye.

So after a year of watching your city descend deeper into hell, you took up a mantle of dark justice. You donned on a black leather hooded suit that was lined with Kevlar and you went back to your family roots of being hunters, picking up a bow and a quiver of arrows. You broke into Onyx Corp facilities, sabotaging the production of the illegal substances and killing anyone who got in your way.

The media, influenced by Onyx Corp's money, named you Grim Reaper, calling you a menace to society and a detriment to Onyx Corp's good intentions. The people around you all believed that Onyx Corp were good, that their cause really was righteous. They spat insults at Grim Reaper in your presence without knowing the vigilante was you, calling for your head on a spike.

But it didn't matter to you, you were determined to drive Onyx Corp out of the city or die trying. So when the news reported the local police was forming a task force to hunt you down, you still crept out of your grandmother's family home and hid in the bushes outside of a Onyx Corp warehouse, waiting for the perfect time to sneak inside.

You moved slowly and methodically, stopping to hide in the brush whenever a guard would walk by and shine their light through the window to peer outside. You timed it right, only moving when the guards would be walking past the windows.

Onyx Corp guards were a different breed of guards, they were insanely loyal to the corporation (and sometimes blind to the corporation's crimes) and were given the order to shoot any intruder who dared to step onto the property, especially if that intruder was you. If they weren't loyal to the point that they'd hunt you down and kill you if you didn't put them down first, you probably would just knock them out.

But alas, for you, it's to kill or to be killed. There was very little you could do about it and it was pointless for you to feel guilty about it.

As you crouched in front of the window, you got out the tools you'd need to pick the lock on the window, wanting a quiet entrance. You waited for a guard to walk past before reaching up to pick the lock, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Just as you got it unlocked, a guard was back to patrolling around the room, so you quickly ducked back down. It truly was annoying for you to keep ducking every time someone walked past the window, but at least you didn't have to wait long for you to be able to get inside.

You quietly crept inside the building, making sure to take off your quiver so it wouldn’t hit the window frame and alert the guards of your presence. Taking a deep breath, you moved through the building slowly, sneaking up behind guards and quietly taking them out in the form of snapping their necks.

You managed to make a serious dent in the amount of guards still alive in the building before you neared another guard, smirking when you heard on their walkie-talkie that the guards alive realized you were here. Quickly killing the guard before they can turn around, you went from using your bare hands to kill and you unslung your bow from your shoulders.

Grabbing an arrow, you nocked it and snuck around the building, searching for the heart of the building where the production of illegal substances were happening. As you neared the huge room where the production line was, there were more guards and now that the element of surprise was lost, you alternated between shooting arrows at the guards and fighting hand-to-hand combat with them.

It was a good thing that you had experience fighting when you were outnumbered, because it made it easier to get through the guards that were in front of the door. As they surrounded you, you ducked and dodged blows while injuring the guards closest to you.

The workers inside the room were loudly scrambling to finish what they were doing, clearly hearing you kill the guards outside. But you quickly opened the door by kicking it in and stepping inside as the workers cowered at the sight of you.

You killed the few guards in the room before turning to the workers. "Stop production and I'll let you live," you said, noting how all of the workers were out-of-towners. They were relatively innocent, just in need of jobs. "I'm here to stop this drug lab, not to kill you. Go."

The workers thankfully took your words to heart and turned on their heels to move to the exit. Most were speed-walking, but some were running. Whatever, you only cared about them leaving, especially since they wouldn't be able to identify your voice due to your nifty voice changer that you always had on when out fighting Onyx Corp.

As you were watching the workers leave, you heard the slightest shift in the air behind you and you quickly spun around with your bow in the air, just barely parring the blow that a guard that you hadn't taken out had just dealt you. There was a huge arm against your bow and your eyes followed it all the way up to the guard who was in front of you.

Your heart almost dropped to your stomach when you recognized the white skull mask on the man, your mind slotting the pieces into the puzzle. This was Ghost, Onyx Corp's best guard who had skills that could only rival yours.

You had managed to not meet him before this since the CEO of Onyx Corp wanted Ghost nearby him in case you decided to attack the CEO directly, but clearly you were making a signifiant dent in Onyx Corp's profits if they sent their most loyal and skilled guard.

"You could've easily shot me dead." you pointed out, your eyes going to the untouched gun holstered in Ghost's side holster. If he had pulled out the gun and shot you when your back was turned, you'd be dead and nothing you could've done would've prevented that.

Ghost let out a deep, cold chuckle. "I could've shot you dead, it's true. But that'd be too easy and too boring," he murmured before kicking you in the stomach and sending you stumbling backwards. "Why kill you so easily when I can brush up on my rusty hand-to-hand combat skills with you? Come on then, Grim Reaper, give me a fight."

Your brain screamed at you to not take the bait and to fire an arrow at Ghost's head while he was distracted, but there was a slight thrill inside of you at having a worthy opponent to do hand-to-hand combat with. So against your better judgement, you slung your bow on your shoulder, silently accepting Ghost's challenge.

You two sized each other up for a minute before Ghost made the first move, lunging for you. You dodged him, quickly sending a punch to Ghost's abdomen. A pulse of thrill washed over you as you saw the man stumble back from your blow, but it only lasted for a few seconds before he straightened back upright and went to repay you for the punch.

Blow after blow was exchanged, both of you getting your fair of bruises. You were surprisingly evenly-matched, neither one gaining the upper hand of the fight for long.

Somehow, during the fight, Ghost managed to pull your hood down. You both stopped in your tracks, you thanking your lucky stars that you were wearing a balaclava as added precaution if the hood ever fell down, so now Ghost's shock was all about you wearing the balaclava and not the fact that he saw your face.

"Don't you get really hot under there?" Ghost asked, too puzzled over your attire to remember the fight.

You also forgot the fight for a moment, crossing your arms as you stared blankly at him. "You're wearing the same amount of layers as I am, including wearing a balaclava. Do you get hot under there?" Your electronic voice was sharp and unamused, which seemed to amuse him.

Ghost mirrored your pose, crossing his arms just to mock you. "Are you asking if I'm hot under this mask?" He was very obviously smirking behind his mask, you just knew it from the smugness in his voice.

"That's not—"

You stopped yourself mid-sentence, deeming it not worth it to keep engaging whatever this was. You simply pulled your hood back up and lunged at Ghost, finally taking him by surprise long enough to end this fight.

You didn't let him get his bearings after you tackled him to the ground, grabbing his face in your hands and using your grip on him to drag him to the nearest wall. Clearly you were too impatient to let the fight drag on any longer, as you smashed his head against the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when the blow made his eyes roll closed.

He was just unconscious, not dead, you knew he was alive. Your brain was again screaming to kill him right then and there since he'd hunt you down like the rest of the Onyx guards, but the thought of him surviving and meeting you again and again to give you such a good fight nagged at you and you couldn't kill him.

So when you set fire to the warehouse, you made sure that Ghost was out of the warehouse far from where he could burn. Then, and only then, you took your exit.

A sense of giddiness came over you as you went back to where you had hid your motorbike, driving back home.

Finally, you had met someone who matched your skills and when you'd inevitably grow tired of him, you would use him to gain access to the CEO of Onyx Corp.

Separator made by @une-femme-de-lettres

This took longer than I thought to finish, but it's fine. The fight scene took me a while because it had been a while since I've written an acton scene. However, I'm happy with this and I'm so excited to do more parts for Vigilante!Reader.

I hope you enjoyed this!

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and request something! (Check the rules in "Rules for Requesting NSFW" before requesting.)

[thecameronchronicles]

I Owe You

TW: Smut. Language. Sexual blackmail/extortion. Degrading Language. Cheating. 

SUMMARY: Rafe sends you to settle a financial score with his dealer...but you find something worth staying for...

WORD COUNT: 2200

REQUESTED

Can you do a Barry smut where Yn has to pay for rafe dues 

I Owe You

Cursing beneath your breath wouldn't keep you from venturing from the comfort of Figure Eight to the trailer park set on the outskirts of The Cut. Having sat at half of the lights and stop signs with the one-sided argument to simply turn back around, you knew what you would be returning to. To keep from being a reason Rafe bloodied his knuckles in another wall of Tannyhill, you agreed rather quickly to a task he should have had to endure. But with the promise of an afternoon spent shopping without a single whimper from him, it would be enough to send you to settle the debt between him and Barry. 

"Barry" was a figure you had only heard from Rafe's lips. You had never seen him prior to today. And what a way to make a first impression. 

"I'm here for you." You spoke nervously as he stood before you with a towel set around his hips. A surprising Adonis belt drew your eyes beyond his torso and lower still before you were met with his grin. 

"For Rafe." You corrected. 

"This should be enough..." You tossed a small wad of cash on the table as he moved across the trailer and to a small counter harboring a makeshift bar. 

"Never took ‘country club’ for sending his bitches to do things for him." You knew you should have scolded him for the title. But it was true. A promise of shopping, you were certain he'd worm his way out of somehow, and you were getting your hands dirty for him once again. 

"Is it enough?" You asked rather quickly as he took a sip of his amber liquid before taking a leisurely set of steps to only stand before the cash. 

"Sit."

"I have to-" He revealed a pistol from a deeper cavern of the couch, reiterating that his order was not, in any way, a request. 

"That kid has a habit of coming up short with me..." You raised a brow as he found humor in your response. But silence would fill the space as he counted the bills rather swiftly. 

During the time, you assessed him throughout from your peripheral vision. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him in every way you had been advised against. He was prohibited in every way you'd felt pulled with intrigue with Rafe, only without the polished security of his father's influence. Barry was a scrapper through and through. It exhilarated and frightened you to the same depth that pooled between your thighs. 

"Not sure what you know, Mrs Country Club, about supply and demand...but it seems your boyfriend doesn't understand a debt needs to be paid. And he just keeps diggin’ himself a deeper hole there…"

"He said it would be enough.".

"I sure hope for your sake he isn't short in all ways..." You looked to the side, not validating this intentionally, as Rafe was as endowed as he was privileged, but he was selfish where you needed the attention you gave. 

"Maybe we could work something out..." He pulled the gun back to view. 

"A compromise?" You swallowed hard. "A bit of...demand to the supply he takes advantage of?" 

"Wh-what do you want?"

"Strip." Your eyes flashed to the direction of the front door as you looked back at him. 

"Anyone sees you, they'll just think you're some pretty little coke head needing your fix. Nobody will think twice...wouldn't dare say anything because then they'd have to admit why they were here." He reclined further back on the couch. 

"If I have to say it again, you won't like where this gun ends up." Your heart nearly leaped from your chest at the remark. Your mind ran wild to what it was he could reference. The more sexual of options validated by the carefully crafted smirk visible from his lips. 

"All those assholes on that side of the island get to have all the pretty things around just handed to them without lifting a finger. Bet he doesn't even know how to make you come without getting off first." You blushed to your sex life broadcast by deduction alone. 

" Girls with manicures should never have to masturbate." He suddenly moved closer to you. 

"Sit." He instructed as he tapped his leg. You sat crossed legged on his knee as he kept his gun at your hip, his second hand at the buttons of your sweater. 

"But I'd bet that's the only way you get to feel anything that you don't have to wait for. So I'll give you a choice for me here..." 

Your eyes focused on his deep chocolate irises, swallowing you whole, and making you already agreeable before he gave either condition or alternative. 

"You can let me use you to send ‘country club’ a lesson..."

"O-or?"

"Or you find a way to make up the difference...fifteen hundred dollars difference." Your eyes widened to just what Rafe had purchased where that was of cash had still lacked such an amount. 

"Didn't think I'd notice that...but he knew I'd notice you. Hoping sending you would make me forgive him...but it seems to me you need to be taken care of too...So..." He pulled your hair over your shoulder before leading the tip of the gun to your chest, teasing the remaining buttons. 

"Should we send Rafe a message? Teach him a lesson about supply and demand-" The way you'd kept yourself at bay and broken as a bough of water. The dam of forbidden desire set forth as you ran your hands through his hair to unintentionally dishevel his ponytail constructed as you'd entered. 

A smirk broke the kiss for a moment before you were taken over him in a straddle. 

"Not sure what he's doing but I'll take care of you...You might even want to stay." He scoffed as you moved back against him. Only now it had been in purposeful glides over his cock. 

"I remember asking you to strip..." He took a sudden hold of your shirt, tearing it directly down the center and tossing it away. 

"I'm not patient." 

"I'm not either." You confessed while lifting yourself enough to take hold of the knot made of his towel to keep himself concealed. But instead, he took hold of your wrist. 

"If your expecting me to take you out to dinner or some shit-" 

"I'm expecting you to send him a message." He grinned. 

"You're more agreeable than I thought you'd be..." His words confused you for only a moment before the feeling of his naked cock made you tense over him. 

"Condom." He reminded you as you were used to being bare for Rafe. 

"Where?"

"You don't have one? I'd have thought country club always needed to fuck you..."

"He prefers when he doesn't have to wear one."

"I don't have an interest in you roping me into anything here..."

"I'm on the pill..." 

"Then if he gets to have you like that-" You were suddenly guided to take his cock. 

"So do I." A hand to the back of your neck guided you over his lap for only a minute as he grinned. 

"You feel better than I thought." He snarled before taking your lips once again. Only now, it had been deep enough to taste the whiskey on his breath and long enough to feel his change of breath as he brought you harder against him. 

"How does he like to try and make you come?"

"Behind." You were suddenly arranged this way. Ass projected against his hips as you were in reliance on the grip made of your shoulder and the arm of the couch itself. 

"Does it feel the same?"

"No-"

"Why's that? Tell me..."

You could only moan. 

"Am I bigger?" 

You nodded, nails at a threat to tear into the fabric beneath you. 

"Am I better?"

"Yes..." He pulled you to his chest, his breath hit against your ear as you felt him make a path to your breasts. 

"He takes you for granted?" You bobbed your head. 

"If I make you come on my couch...think you can make me come inside so you can go back to him, make our little point?"

"Please..." He nodded, the gun set on the table as your eyes rolled in relief. A momentary trust was established as he stationed that second hand to your quivering clit. 

"Spit." He orchestrated as he lifted two fingers to you. 

"Just so I know you want it."

"You can't tell?" 

"I want to know you'll do anything I ask. Just like you would for him. Coming here to pay his debt...although...I'd take this pussy over cash anyway...and that says something about it .." he playfully slapped your sopping lower lips. 

"Please, Barry..."

"You wanna come?" He almost teased as you nodded. 

"Then you can come...but only if you get on your knees just like you would for him." You rested your head against his shoulder as he was gluttonous for your body. 

"You should be covered in hickies and scratches...don't worry ..I'll leave my mark." He explained while kissing and sucking on any exposed skin he could reach, as his hands accommodated what was lower until he came to a rest at your clit. 

"Oh my God!" 

"Want them to hear you back home?" He huffed as you nodded. 

"I don't care!"

"Bit desperate? Don't worry girl, I'll fuck you just right. Send you back to him with instructions written clearly on ya...leave part of you here? Maybe your panties? More than just cum...it dries too quickly..."

"Then make me cum twice!" You whined as he scoffed. 

"Greedy little whore...you get what I give. Need to learn more about the supply than the demand." He withdrew as you groaned. 

"Knees." You obliged, taking position before holding your hair back. 

"I'm supplying the hold of your hair. And you demand my cock to come. I know those pretty lips have done it before....But this time it's for someone who deserves it." He teased as you were quick to show how you were deserving of it. 

"No wonder he puts up with such an attitude! Fuck!" He breathed deeply. "Best head I've-" You focused on his balls, a stripe made between them as he clenched your hair. You were laid out on the table before the couch, bottles and wrappers compressed and forced to collapse, all while you were penetrated once again. 

"No more teasing. I've gotta come after that little stunt..." 

"Oh?"

"Oh!" You gasped. 

"Lucky for you, I understand giving and receiving too...so you get to come, too." He battered into you in a slow but thorough acceleration. Your body was at the mercy of gravity apprehended by his grip until the sweet from your skin and this effortless. Residual drugs and former payments lay as evidence around you as he cursed your name once bowing in those final thrusts. 

"Say my name. Gotta know you're well aware whose cum is about to run doewnthose pretty little thighs.'

"Barry!!" You belted into a gasp as he drew the perfect collection of rushed rubs over your clit that pulled the deeper orgasm from your natural cavern. Ribbons of his cum came to a collision of your cascade of ecstasy as he pulled back from you slightly. 

"Let's get you some water before you go back. Can't have you returning to him dehydrated. God knows you lost a lot." You nodded, half phased by the stars still present behind your eyes, before you were left to dress. 

"We're even now." Barry's phone Illuminated with this message from Rafe. Your curiosity led for you to read the earlier correspondence that set your gut into a twist. 

"Rafe-"

"Offered you as collateral...yes...Didn't expect you to be so...compliant..."

Tears filled your eyes to the betrayal and broken trust. Even if Rafe wasn't your true love or even a love, he was still someone you trusted to some degree. 

"Shit..." Barry realized the depth of this hurt. 

"How about I make you a deal-" 

"I don't want anything from you-" you shit, disgusted with the touch you craved just moments before. 

"An I-owe-you...however...whenever you want...a favor...any time..." He slipped Rafe's money back into your hand. 

"What are you doing?".

"Can't put a price on how you felt, I will take these though..." He explained while leading your panties into his grasp. 

"For proof."

As he disappeared into a back room, you couldn't help but feel confused. Buzzing from peace he'd brought in that kind blowing orgasm. But also the pain from the betrayal. No reason to go back but every reason in morality reminding you that you couldn't stay. And yet at the sound of his steps returning, the sight of the money you’d taken from Rafe’s payment had fallen from the back pocket of your jacket you’d arrived with. Having been successful as to what it was you’d truly come here for…

"Too drunk on my cock there-" you undressed again, sitting on the table he'd left you on. 

"I'll take that I-owe-you now. I want you to send me back to him completely spent. I want him to know he's lost me."

"And that means I have you then?" You widened your legs so he could see the mess he made you once again. 

"However you want..."

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[peter1rose]

Well, after deciding I may move on from this account I find myself again in a situation I cannot confide in others. So I will let it out here.

I might be homeless next month.

It's scary, embarrassing, humiliating... and I feel so abandoned. I will not put up a link for donations. Call it pride, but I will call it guilt.

I've slowly become more and more distant from all the people around me. Moving was extremely taxing on me mentally, but necessary for me to move physically from an unsafe environment. I knew I didn't make enough money but, with grants for school, I thought I could make it work. Then I become horribly sick and had to withdraw from classes. Bedridden and in the ER for the second time in my academic career, my work began to dwindle, and illness made me all the more reclusive. I have nobody I can turn to and no money in which to rely upon myself. My roommates and I no longer meet the income requirements to renew our lease. It's easy to forget we're in a recession when you watch so many people online party and consume every weekend, but both of the people that I live with lost their jobs and there hasn't been any hope for financial recovery since.

I had been trying to stay positive until tonight. I was working on commissions and trying to find freelance and contract work on top of my day job, but my partner wasn't as hopeful. She gave up the moment our roommate lost his job, despite the fact that she never even looked at our options. I alone was looking for new housing arrangements. It crushed me when she told me she was considering moving in with her parents when she knew I had no such solution. But it's wrong of me to try to convince her otherwise. I've seen finances ruin other relationships, and I've experienced it as well in my past. But I still feel hurt and abandoned. She assured me when we moved that I wouldn't have to be homeless and I would never have to return to that house, but now that things have fallen through she's given up on me, and I know I'm selfish for thinking so.

When I first moved my father used to taunt me. He would say, "You'll be back eventually." He knew I wouldn't make it, and while I don't think he meant any harm, he had been rubbing it in my face. Aside from the trauma I endured back home, and the lack of a room to return to, I will not let him be right. I have told them I would rather die than return.

For context, and tw for abuse and SA, I was sexually assaulted on multiple occasions over several years, as well as emotionally abused and blackmailed in that house. It was not from my family, but from someone they took in as their own.

I just need to trust that something will work out in the end and keep pursuing more work while my health allows.

[plasticfangtastic]

Can we Be Lonely Together? Ch. 2

A Homelander x Stalker!Reader fanfic

This is a gender neutral fanfic but deep down its just a Homelander X Joe Goldberg fic do with that as you wish. This is a slow burn fic btw

PLZ FORGIVE ME I DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT A READ MORE OPTION ON MOBILE SO SORRY IF THIS LOOKS LENGHTY.

Summary: We were two mices pretending to be cats, weren't we?

We Didn't expect to find ourselves int his situation, But John... Homelander... You were perfect... none of this was a lie, these feelings are genuine! So I don't know why you're using such words... stalker... pyschotic bitch? Insane... Liar!? to describe me, after all I've done for you-- Us!? all I done to help you!?

You were wrong.

I just yearned to get closer so what if I did my homework? After all you played along. I knew you knew... you were so loud

R18: TW murder mention, CSEM mention.

Chapter two

Financial Advice for Crooks.

I had my vices.

Life hadn’t been easy, I had limited options and limited paths for the longest time so when I finally had a taste of anything but misery I sank my teeth in its throat, I settled my nest in a corpse of my past– I found my calling. Got my groove on, and began to move up in my way to hell. I made my money, and I made connections, and eventually I got used to this lifestyle.

I thought you would’ve been impressed by how good I was at my job… 

So I came to New York for business. It wasn’t cheap, but unlike the usual dreamers… they didn’t come to this city with a terabyte of crap to blackmail their landlord to lower their rent seventy-five-percent below street average. So I treated myself to the finer things, expensive things… short lived things… so all the meals and wine money could offer, material things didn’t last, but I wanted to feel good… the sort of good where sex doesn’t compare, beside I could never be loved or love… until I met you.

So I devoured with gusto all the Michelin stars, critics recommendations in the Times, highest rated Yelp! review joint, hidden gems, and anything that failed to include the price on the menu... I lived for once. 

For I was starved… until now.

So there I was in some bloody fucking warehouse tied up, my left arm dislocated and a five inch nail adhering my palm to this facebook marketplace find of a chair.

Let’s not even discuss the state of my face.

“You think you can rob me!? I gave you my trust! I welcome you into my family! I let you babysit my fucking kids! And this is how you repay me!? Stealing from me!?” His voice was louder than any thought around me.

I could hardly see or hear anything, my eyes swollen and my ears throbbing, hot, stiff, my shoulders burnt, my hand itching, and screaming.

“I’ll… I’ll pay…”

“Doesn’t change anything, kiddo. If I let you live then word gets out in the streets that you can disrespect me, and sail smoothly!”

“I’ll pay you double the interest! Come on Roman! I fucked up!” I can barely think, my mouth is dry and wet– I can get you something good!” My throat rips itself apart trying to speak to this suited hooligan.

“Like I care… get this bitch out my face.” he said to some goon behind me.

“Vought! I can get you Vought!”

It's always on your mind. You become a petulant child when it comes to Vought– your biggest competitor.

“Excuse you?”

“Edgar is on his way out. The market is going to be in a panic, no?” I spit drool and my teeth– word is that Homelander will take the helm… you think that homeschooled twat can manage to run one of the biggest companies in the world? I’ll get you the trading secrets… I’ll get.. you anything…”

“How do you know Edgar is out? What are you saying?”

“My FBSA contact… they didn’t pay up, so I gave them a visit… and that Neuman chick was so fucking loud. Something about a big press release in a couple days, they’re gonna arrest Edgar. The Homelander wants him out.”

“Why do you have a contact in the FBSA?”

“I wanted to pay you… needed some Supe to blackmail…”

“You’re lying.”

“Keep me alive until you see the bitch on the news. Help me get a job at Vought. I’ll get you something worth more than One-Hundred-K.” I plead, my voice a tire running out of air– please… Roman… please I beg you… believe me one more time! even I wouldn’t lie about this.”

It might’ve been the fantasy that gave him the capacity to hand mercies for he kept me alive in that warehouse for two days, for your new girlfriend was on the TV hitting Edgar like an avalanche.

Cut to, three weeks later, there I’m in business attire sitting across an exhausted HR rep who can’t believe his boss is making him do this, behind the almost perfect smile, and the mundane questions he had already hired me, my resume was perfect and seeing the urgency pulling at his leash even if my resume hadn’t been finely crafted, your company would’ve given me the job. The department was stressed while being examined closely by the shareholders, the whole company was frantic.

I got the call by the end of the week.

By Monday there I was walking into that massive hundred plus storey behemoth of a tower, worse than any fugly billionaire row structure. I saw why people were impressed by this butt-plug of a building, just sucking on the land around it, hogging all the air space with its glass ‘Seven’ and its name illuminating the airspace, big enough to have its own gravitational pull and New Yorkers were the moons running laps around it.

Before I knew it I was dragged around by security to receive my special keycard with my fake name and all, then met the highest qualified person in this department, some sweet anxious thing called Anika, you know her– if not the smell of adrenaline she gives off when you’re around.

It seems people here were allergic to sunlight– any light actually! This couldn’t be good for anyone's eyes.

She handed me a desk, and well everything after that must be quite boring for you, so let me TDLR…

There was a reason why I chose this department. I could’ve aimed to be an assistant, worked in any other department, even been the fucking janitor and I would had been able to fulfil my task, but I knew that Vought had all the resources and cutting edge technology to get the fuck away from Roman Ban and Banvision Global. In here I’d forge a new name, destroy all trace of my existence, what little there was of my digital fingerprint, and above all… I could make money.

It wasn’t difficult. 

So I started with Kevin… sorry I meant… The Deep (ugh) his mind was easy to navigate, behind the mountain of cetacean erotica, self-loathing, bisexual worries, genuine environmental worries, his abs and octopussy fantasies– it didn’t take me long to find out his social security number, his bank account passwords and numbers, social media passwords, both private and public– did you know he had an account in the Jeremy Renner app? Anyhoo… I had all I needed written in sparkly ink, and swirly cursive. 

I simply had to sell some tabloid his web search history, or transfer small amounts at a time to an offshore account, small enough to go unnoticed disguised as his usual transactions, he had several trials and memberships he had yet to cancel-- I pitied Deep to a degree we both had been bad with money. I just didn’t spend most of my money donating to cults and environmental causes. 

As the days went by I collected passwords and keys from all suits worth a damn, and did my job to cancel those memberships diverting them to me, and taking small amounts, collecting and crafting packages to blackmail them, sending personalized emails demanding ransom, etcetera.

But I had a guy ready to kill me to prove a point, so I kept working.

The more I saw my plan coming together, the more brazen I became. I thought I’d be there for a month at most… so there I was staying till late. My mind still assaulted by the discovery of the depth of the Deep’s depravity, and his annoying wife, this wasn’t my first introductory lesson into bestiality… that had been in the fifth grade at a Wendy’s parking lot when my powers were at their worst– and he wasn’t the only person on this floor that indulged in filth, not even the worse kind, the worse was that lady in IT storing a hard-drive with the sort of shit, that will have the FBI shutting down Vought for a couple days to investigate why there’s kids stored in the company servers– which… I did… tell Roman about.

“Excuse me?”

I had forgotten till now.

“Yeah… Joanne in IT… you should… keep Ryan away from that floor, just saying ‘cuz she ain’t ugly and he’s vulnerable.”

I’ve never seen you so pale, almost as pale as the corpse next to the couch.

“Anyways I was saying…”

I love how family oriented you are. The way your heart was racing just now, the way your jaw twitched for a second, it was sweet how much you cared.

“There’s also that guy in security who’s been stealing shit to roofie girls.”

Your pretty blonde locks felt to the side of your forehead, as you cocked your head confusedly.

I sat in that screen lit room, waiting for the building to get as quiet as it possibly could. There were always people in this place, sleepyheads and night shifts. This place had become less phallic and more a living organism, every hallway and room serving a function to keep it erect non-stop.

Curiosity won over me and I love obscene indulgences, I have an appetite for things that do me no good. So I knew a place I had to see So there I’m in the elevator knowing the floor is mostly empty, and knowing I had the floor all for myself, knowing where every soul was placed and the password to erased the security footage (plus I had already blackmail the right security guard) I headed upstairs to a special place.

The ninety-nine floor.

Walking across the golden marble, crossing the wooden frames and the gallery of greatest hits with no artistic value intrinsic to them– I saw the statues guarding the Seven’s boardroom, and found an unlocked sliding door. The silvery "Seven" table, with all its sharp edges, the famous chairs every supe in the world wanted to sit down on– not me. 

I wasn’t pretty enough for the pageant circuit, my parents were… disappointed… to say the least… found me creepy, repulsive even! saying I kept them hostage in their own home, unable to keep anything hidden. I tried to control my powers until they could forgive me, anyone…could forgive me, so I never imagined myself in this room, much less in spandex.

So I sat on your chair, at the helm turning to see the best view of the big city.

Your statues and your painting staring down on me, you were unbearable, just a pretty blond in tights, with a padded suit even for your dick as if you needed protection from upcoming kicks to the balls. Everybody feared you, and if they didn’t they wanted to be you, you seemed so far up your ass– and all your staff simply indulged you, afraid that even an atomic bomb couldn’t stop your tantrums. Too afraid to tell you… even if your name was on the door, you weren’t running shit. All the actual work was done by your former assistant it seemed, just delivered dumbed down to your level by the time it reached this table for you to play pretend, and feel like a big boy. 

I was surprised you could even read, but then again you could shoot lasers out of your eyes and if rumor was true your piss was acid– so Jesus knows I wasn’t going to question it.

Your chair was comfy, and I bet all those numbnuts wished they could sit on it.

The view was worth it, I could see why people liked this stupid city– did my job and ate quickly but I wanted more… so thankfully I had a good book on my kindle and a juicy chapter to unfold.

Looking at the clock I cleaned myself and began heading out, my mind finally shutting down, it was the only way I could sleep, Soon I would’ve been awake trying to hold my head together… I know you were at my house so I know you saw the valium next to my bed, and the mix-and-match bags of sleeping pills.

I should’ve looked at the clock better, I should’ve hung in there, freely disrupting my routine willingly. It was nice to hear nothing, just the sound of my wispy breath and my loafers squeaking, in this silence I failed to notice you.

I failed to notice you had entered this place at all. Did you find it hard to sleep? Did you step outside your enclosure looking for enrichment? I wasn’t thinking that when I stepped into the elevator with my eyes glued to my phone, you weren’t on my radar. 

My heart nearly burst out of my chest at the sight of red gloves holding the door.

My bladder nearly emptying itself.

When your frame came into my general vicinity. I swallowed hard. Still had some cheese caught behind my teeth.

Nervously I looked up, catching the back of the American flag and your shoulder pads. Golden eagles caging me, frosted tips right before my eyes, and your hand pressing on the elevator going up.

My hand still hovering near the control panel aching to press down, your collar creeked as you turned to look at my insignificant presence.

“What floor?”

How polite, your voice so quiet, guess you hadn’t noticed me either.

“Ground… thank you.”

Your perfume was virtually non-existent, you were warmth, sunflowers and cotton. I had cats to kill it seems for I looked up catching your disturbed reflection in the chrome. Your eyes somewhere else, something about that picture made me too curious.

I turned it back on: feeling the burst, holding a wince behind my teeth. I found myself leaning against the wall, your ear picking up as I held my head lightly.

You found me annoying, dramatic, loud. I held back my breath as I fixed myself in the corner, just out of fear.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” 

I’m dead. I thought

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing you are!”

I…I…I am sorr– I began to mumble.

You weren’t saying anything, but it was you speaking. Screaming at yourself. 

That voice so rough and you became so meek, I took a quarter step forward-- in this small box I could do more than just listen, in the chrome your face moved, it spoke and walked in his few feets of space looking down on you, taunting you, remind you of today’s failures listing them as if he was your mother in the middle of math homework.

You could cry.

You wanted to cry.

You were a wave, a wave pulling me further into the sea and I had no idea how to swim any longer. How? How could you see yourself like this? Why do you let him act like this? 

When had you turned to see me? Had my leaning been too noticeable, could you smell the provolone in my tongue? My lips shakily pursed upwards.

It seemed the voice faded away.

“Did you get lost?” You looked directly at my badge.

“Heard they had mints in this floor’s bathroom.” where’s my fucking oscar!? 

Homelander mouth half open, too tired to react just shaking awkwardly but your half closed eyes watched me curiously.

And finally I saw your face.

Your eyes were so tired, everything about you looked exhausted, your posture kept straight by your suit pulling you up, but when your lip indulged in the joke. 

Magic.

My heart sang a song made in your honor, my cheeks so flushed it made me itchy. 

The elevator stopped but you didn’t leave when the doors opened, your finger pressed lightly on the right command.

“Who are you?”

“A corporate spy sent to steal trading secrets for your competitors”

You bombarded me with a singular warning “Don’t lie.” I lived in a world where nobody could lie to me, it got boring, it got insulting, hateful, cruel, so I wasn’t going to lie to you, not when I knew you wanted to decompress… with my spine.

You laughed.

It was so cute– you moved in slowmo.

You took a step back, listening to my unfazed heartbeat, I told you the truth but you heard a joke, maybe you needed a laugh for that voice was back to pestering you.

“I’m new. I was curious about the Seven’s gallery… sorry.”

“Don’t do it again.” You said with a jovial tone so threatening it reverted to being sweet– got it?”

Not a single picture, drawing, GIF, fancam, etcetera. Did ya justice, I could see it now… why everybody fawned over you, but I saw something else.

Behind those blue eyes.

Was the loneliest man in the world.

Your mind I wanted to peek more. I wanted to speak and decipher that voice in your head, I wanted to see why you hated those people under you, I wanted to understand what made you so upset that no matter how much you tried threatening me, it wouldn’t… it wasn’t making you feel any better.

“I’m sincerely sorry.” I said barely whispering but you heard it crystal clear– hope you have a goodnight Mister Gillman.”

The doors began to close as your eyes widened and your lips shaped an ‘O’.

I could’ve sworn your cheeks turned pale and pink.

Mine were candy apples, for once… I regretted saying Good night.

[melishatweedy]

Mrs.Tweedy was abusive to Mr.Tweedy. Why didn’t he leave her?

TW: topic of abuse and harm

I know there’s a lot of conversation surrounding the Tweedys and the way Melisha treats Willard. I don’t usually like discussing it, but I will say this… and this comes from the heart.. and at the end is my analysis of the Tweedys…

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It is (and I can’t stress this enough) SO DIFFICULT for someone who is a victim in an abusive relationship to just up and leave. The abuser will attack you (physically or emotionally) and then play the victim card, making it out like you are responsible, that you’re the villain here. They will make you feel like you’re responsible to make them happy, you’re the reason they’re acting out towards you. You feel guilty, and you do everything in your power to make sure they’re happy… because you love them. You can’t leave because then you feel you are responsible for their own actions if something was to happen to them.

They will manipulate you, make your ways of thinking their own. They control you in every way they can. You try to leave? They will threaten you with something that you cannot let happen. Emotional blackmail. And this doesn’t happen all at once, it builds up. At first you don’t see it, but as the cycle repeats and repeats until it breaks you. (Not me trauma dumping *tucks hair behind ear cutely*) Took me 2 years to get out of my own relationship. It started 3 months in and I could not for the life of me get out. I PROMISE you they would not put this in a children’s film, as dark as the film is for children.

I personally (and this is my own opinion) think that Melisha was nowhere NEAR as abusive as a lot of people make her out to be. In some scenes I see hints of emotional abuse through the constant name calling, but that’s it. They fell out of love probably a few years prior to the film, with nothing but the farm keeping them together due to financial difficulties.. and when they lose the farm, they call it quits, as they have nothing left. But this is taken from my own experiences.

[problematic-faves-appreciation]

TWs: Abuse, ableism mention, miscarriage mention, suicide mention

I decided to take this reblog and make it into its own post. The list shall keep growing!

Problematic Millionaire/Billionaire/CEO/Tycoon Romance Male Leads Who Make Hades (Lore Olympus) Look Like Perfection Incarnate!

I ranked these guys differently here, color-wise, than I did on a certain list of mine.

The billionaire MMC (male main character) is a problematic romance hero known for generally being an asshole to his lover — Hades stands as THE ultimate exception to that rule — so I chose characters that stand out from the others regarding their douchebaggery towards the FMCs.

Cesare Falcone and his lover — The manga adaptation left out a lot of stuff, but it sure visually captured his jerkass energy perfectly. Don't let his orange status 🟠 fool you into thinking he's less of a cruel hero. This dude, not even a dark romance MMC, told his wife he would kill her if she cheated on him. Maybe he was bluffing, but still... yikes.

Billionaires are the dukes of contemporary romance, and vice versa (historical romance).

All of these guys got a HEA.

Top = Most Problematique

🔴 Richard Payne (Dark Obsession series by Zoe Blake)

Known for gaslighting his object of obsession into believing she was "actually" in the 19th century.

🔴 Tony Rawlings (Consequences series by Aleatha Romig)

The man was a woman's worst nightmare.

He influenced the course of FMC's life for years, since she was a college sophomore (about 19 years old). His plans led to her abduction at the age of 26.

🔴 Gage Channing (The Devil's Kiss series by Gemma James)

Blackmailed the heroine to become his slave, or else he would have turned her over to the police and not paid for her sickly daughter's cancer treatment if she hadn't given in to his demands.

🔴 Joshua Smith (Tamara, Taken by Ginger Talbot)

A sadistic, billionaire/serial killer.

🔴 Quincy "Q" Mercer (Monsters in the Dark series by Pepper Winters)

🔴 Calvin Cutler (Descent by Sam Marino)

Abducted her cat.

🔴 Jesse Ward (This Man series by Jodi Ellen Malpas)

🔴 Nicholas Challoner (The Guarded Heart by Robyn Donald)

A proto-dark romance MMC?

Blackmailed the heroine into marrying him/ becoming his brood mare.

🔴 Nikolas Constantinos (All That Glitters by Linda Howard)

Also something of a proto-dark romance MMC. And the word "no" doesn't exist in his dictionary. FMC tried to escape him, but he caught her; "I would have had you back within two days at the most."

🔴 Gray Rutherford (Kiss From A Rose by Maya Alden)

Emotionally abused and neglected his wife to the point where she became suicidal. He treated her poorly for 20 years.

🔴 James Roth (Singed series by Mia Knight)

Blackmailed his ex-wife into remarrying him. He treats her like she's his possession.

🔴 Milo Sinclair (Quarantine series by Drethi Anis)

A parental figure/legal guardian–dependant relationship mixed with romance and addiction. Makes for a very toxic dynamic.

🔴 Sebastian Everett (Virtue & Vanity by Astrid Jane Ray)

His wife was completely terrified of him — and not in a fun, she-secretly-digs-that kind of way.

🔴 Callum McCord (Liars Like Us by J.T. Geissinger)

Manipulated FMC's life for five years, creating her dire financial situation to make her accept his marriage of convenience proposal. As if that wasn't bad enough, he recorded their marriage in Vatican City — trapping her! Divorce is illegal there.

🟠 Miles Osborne (Everything for Her by Alexa Riley)

Started orchestrating the heroine's life after meeting her as a high schooler. He was five years older than her.

🟠 Lucio Masterton (At the Spaniard's Convenience by Margaret Mayo)

Destroyed FMC's small company — her life work that she ran for about 15 years — to make her dependent on him. He won.

🟠 Mark Walker (Faithless Duet by Skyler Mason)

Cheated on his wife for 15 years out of spite.

🟠 Zack King (The Land Where Sinners Atone by V.F. Mason)

Had the FMC beaten to a pulp in prison, and stole her baby. He never apologized for the latter. Did not grovel.

🟠 Scott Blackstone (You Can Have Manhattan by P. Dangelico)

This man's the only MMC here that I hate. A lot. I'm still upset about the crappy cabin, and his public slandering of FMC. >:c

🟠 Noah Carter (Best Served Cold by Maya Alden)

Made a sex tape with FMC — without her knowledge — to blackmail her father. As a result, he ruined her life, and she lost her home.

🟠 Cesare Falcone (A Savage Betrayal by Lynne Graham)

Harlequin Presents sure loves its vengeful, Mediterranean billionaire heroes!

Isolated FMC at his castle home in Sicily, which was several miles away from the nearest village.

🟠 Killian Spencer (A Vow of Hate by Lylah James)

Repeatedly called the scarred heroine "beasty".

🟠 Christian Grey (Fifty Shades)

Many of the guys on this list make Grey look tame.

🟠 Preston Parker (Two Weeks Notice by Whitney G.)

FMC, who was also Preston's executive assistant, tried quitting her job on account of his bosshole ways — but she couldn't, since he had her sign a contract with an "indefinite employment term" fine-print clause written in white ink. What's more, every bonus she accepted added an additional year to the contract.

🟡 Hudson James (Say You Love Me by Sabre Rose)

Blamed his wife for their baby's death (as if he hadn't played a part in it), making her miserable. This couple's problems were solved with... cuckolding.

🟡 Sandro De Lucci (The Unwanted Wife by Natasha Anders)

The heroine attacked him, and he totally deserved it. Why did she do it? He blamed her for her miscarriage.

🟡 Bryce Palmer (A Husband's Regret by Natasha Anders)

Told his wife that he "never really loved her". He said it to hurt her.

🟡 Bram Gage (Going Nowhere Fast by Kati Wilde)

Considered FMC a bad influence on his sister. He was such an asshole about it.

🟡 Aristide Kourous (The Greek's Christmas Baby by Lucy Monroe)

Wouldn't believe his wife! >:c

Bottom = Least Problematique

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw: abuse

Looking for: advice

Is it possible for a younger sibling to be abusive? Because with my brother, it's only a three year difference, but he's taller and stronger than me. And since he's gotten stronger than me, he's gotten more aggressive. Like he already was before, he would threaten me with objects and knives and air guns and such things. But now he's more physical. He will randomly hit me and shove me, I've made it known that I don't like this and that it hurts, but he doesn't listen. He's come close to seriously injuring me, although that part was accidental, but it still doesn't stop him. He's always been aggressive, and I knew he'd get stronger as he got older which scared me, and now he is and I can't defend myself if ever intends to do more than torment me. And it's not just physical. He just absolutely mentally drains me on the daily. He will come in my room and break and steal and disorganized things or he come in his room to dump trash and rotten food and dishes and anything because he won't take anything to the kitchen. Just generally he exerts so much extra effort into trashing my room. Along with the fact that he also blackmails me, like if im ever upset or crying he'll record me and send it to people which makes it kind of hard to feel safe at home because he could leak my whole private life like that. And he's gotten his friends in on always making fun of me. I've told my mom about all of this and it's only ever an empty promise that she'll deal whit it. She never has and never does. She doesn't discipline him. She doesn't enforce any of the boundaries she says she'll set. She spoils him as well, she spends thousands of dollars giving him what he wants to prevent him from throwing fits rather than setting boundaries. Which leads to him destroying the house and becoming physically violent if he doesn't get what he wants. We're by no means rich, and in this way, he financially drains us further. I don't understand why my mom doesn't do anything about his behavior. I mean I got beat for things such as crying too loudly. I don't condone beating kids at all, but why was I subjected to such harsh treatment and he gets a free pass to do whatever he wants. I feel like such a stupid pushover, because my family generally picks on me and I can do nothing about it. Like my mom and my brother are practically the same. She will also record me at my nerves end like neither of them didn't push me to my breaking point. I'm just so tired of this. Like why am I expected to achieve so highly and be perfect but he isn't expected to do anything at all.

I'll go by nyx.

Hi nyx,

I'm so sorry about what you've been going through. It sounds like you've not only been victimized by your brother for a long time, but you seem to be the scapegoat as your mom seems to be enabling his behavior. I can understand how this dynamic may make you feel like you're being ganged up on. You don't deserve to put up with this.

Please know that age gaps are not the only ways that an abuser can create or take advantage of a power imbalance. Being taller or stronger can certainly be one of the many alternatives.

It might continue to escalate so it may be worth looking into involving the authorities, for your safety. If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist could also help you process and navigate these experiences, as well as equip you with some useful coping mechanisms that you can take with you along your healing journey.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. I hope I could help and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[ninelivesastrology]

tw: abusive friendship, grooming, stalking, sexual abuse, suicide mention

My villain origin story is never dating a woman ever and having a woman in the spiritual community pretend to be my most loyal, most caring friend for two years just to groom me for financial reasons definitely related to hard drugs and try to break up my relationship so she could eventually make me the victim of her wildly dehumanizing and violent (no exaggeration, dealbreakers) kinks.

The post friendship break up abuse was so bad, too, like she was obsessed and reaching out to my ex abuser behind my back to help him abuse me the last year we were friends because she was obsessed with him sexually and physically assaulting me, to the point she told other people about it in the community. She wasn't the only one either. When your friend befriends your violent abuser who has naked photos and videos of you, it's extortion. She posted covert threats online for months, including threats to take her own life because I wouldn't speak to her and death threats because I reported my ex for the same reason Tumblr cracked down on pornography.

The way people manipulate you just so you can't reject them or fully revoke their access to your life is scary. You didn't want to be their sex slave and human ATM machine and they don't have the chance to extort you, now they have to push you to suicide out of spite. "If I can't have you, no one can."

Every wlw hates the Predatory Lesbian stereotype with a passion and I'm right there with them since I actually was the victim of someone like this. I went back into the closet and revisited the concept of asexuality like I did every year for the last five years only to realize it really did fit me and everything I love is just oversexualized to hell. Highly femme, love make up, piercings and tattoos, dresses, heels. Name it and people treat you like their personal sex doll.

I would get this gut feeling as an asexual, like given the chance, people say and do anything to lower my defenses so they could "masturbate with my body" and take out their sick fantasies (not exaggerating!) on me. I'm not a person to them, I'm just a "body" or a sexual conquest and then they'll get bored and discard me, but not before isolating me, abusing me and then blackmailing me. That's exactly the feeling I get when I think of this manipulative person. I was never ever human to her. The body always knows.

I'm only speaking on this now because people in the spiritual community are just people. They're not harmless because they know their Moon sign or what the root chakra is.

[strawbxrrytiger]

i'm gonna post this here because for anyone who doesn't use twitter or hasn't heard the news from a friend, you need to know.

cw for sexual assault, grooming, pedophilia, and more. overall cw/tw for fucked up shit;

elliot gindi was a small voice actor mostly known for his role as Tighnari in Genshin Impact.

he grew popular because of this, his character was beloved and his voice acting made Tighnari loved even more.

he was looked up to and had an ever growing fanbase.

but, behind the scenes, he was

grooming

blackmailing

abusing

being transphobic

asking for MULTIPLE teenager's nudes (which included a 14 & 17 year old)

being sexist

being racist

being manipulative

and overall being an egotistical asshole

this twitter post was compiled by his mod team and shows not only victim's stories but evidence of his admittance (which he did in his "apology").

this is the thread i made compiling all of the evidence from the victims that wasn't included in the doc. it is being regularly updated with stories from more victims that have come forward since the release of all the information + creepy encounters others have had.

i personally was close with him, we DMd and talked and he listened to me vent about my financial situation and family situation multiple times. he even had gone to a point where he gave me $200 to help out.

he had joined a private server with a couple of friends and i n would have us essentially do the mods' work for him in scouting out people who needed to be talked to/banned

on top of that i was also an emote artist of his.

if you were in his streams/discord you most likely recognize this

it's the emote i drew that he used

DMs to show so you know i'm not BSing, his profile changed because he's a childish 31 year old man who thinks making his profiles blacked out/blank and edgy will help his case (spoiler alert: it won't).

we also had numerous interactions in his server (i'm sentient sushi)

why am i showing all of this? because i've seen people saying that all the evidence is false, and people are faking it to try and tear him down. which is far from the case. he was someone i, and many others involved in calling him out, admired. we have no reason to shit on his name for "clout" or to "tear him down." everything is real and he needs to be torn to shreds for what he has done. for the people he hurt and manipulated.

he'd lure people into a false sense of security so they couldn't run away when he started being sexual and creepy. this behavior is disgusting and no one else deserves to be put through it.

so, please, support the victims. spread their messages and lift their voices. he needs to pay for the people he's traumatized.

even if you don't have a Twitter account i encourage you to read through everyone's stories and know what happened. real people went through this and real people suffered.

they deserve nothing but to be uplifted and praised for not only their bravery but their ability to encourage others to step out and say something. most of the victims are close friends of mine and they're such wonderful people who have had to deal with such a nasty, nasty man. do whatever you can to give them the support and love they need - the mods included. they had to deal with his bullshit behind the scenes and they didn't deserve it. they spent their time and effort managing the server of a man who was taking advantage of the members.

so, please, PLEASE never support elliot gindi. ever. he's an awful monster that hides behind a kind demeanor. he just hurts, and hurts, and hurts some more.

thank you for taking time to read this and spread the word even more than it already has been. everything helps and everything matters.

[simmiesweet]

Finally got the nerve up to put together my characters for my visual novel! I’m still wayyy far from getting anything out there still learning recording and camera coordination. 🤦🏽‍♀️ Here’s a little info on my main male!

This awesome pose is by: @katverse

✍🏽 William Bradford

✍🏽 Age: 29

✍🏽 📍: San Myshuno

✍🏽 Occupation: CEO of Bradford Enterprise Inc.

✍🏽 👧: No

✍🏽 💍: No

He’s 1 of 7 boys who was born into poverty his biological parents used their children to make money any way they could ⚠️TW⚠️ a local judges daughter was in love with William and wanted nothing more than to possess him for herself, William on the other hand wanted nothing to do with her. He was not happy with the life he was given but he was determined to get away by any means possible, he just didn’t know how. The judge ended up blackmailing his family if they didn’t agree to allowing William to live with them, she offered $200 a week in child support for custody her word were “you have 7, what’s one less..” They agreed and William was given to her at the early age of 15. Her, her daughter and William to SM where he was then rescued by the Billionaire Bradford family and was officially adopted at the sweet age of 17. Thrown into an all boys school, William was given the chance of a lifetime to study abroad and travel the world. His father Mr. Bradford was the CEO of the top financial firm in the city until it went completely bankrupt and then tragedy struck again, ⚠️TW⚠️ when his father was found hanging from the second floor banister. William struck with grief and promising his mother he would take care of the family for all they’d given him, jumped into his own Financial firm becoming one of the largest across the globe.

Is love on the horizon: Perhaps… he’s not looking for anything but if she happens to fall into his lap 😈 you never know what might happen…

First interview and cover at that…

[luvtonys]

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Warnings: Fem reader, TW Yandere, possessive and obsessive behavior, power abuse, forced relationships, bullying, blackmail, mentions of markings Not proof read

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ༄シ

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐶𝑙𝑒𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑒

𓂀ꨄ★⁂

Because of the fact that Cleo is rich and has authority you probably are gonna be forced into a relationship with her body guards watching for a far reporting your ever move to her. She loves to control your relationship and pick what you wear and what says you belong to her. Cleo has no shame in controlling you and if you ever try to leave her you will have constant targets on your back ready to bring you back to her.

So really there’s no escape since wherever you go she can and will always be there. She probably will have your family in a desperate state of financial problems with her as the only solution. She will definitely manipulate and guilt trip you into feeling sorry for her and promising to never leave her again. Word got around fast and everyone knows that you and her are a thing and even though some people know it’s toxic no one crosses her and are actually glad that she’s in a good mood for once.

Cleo definitely dreams about you before she goes to sleep or just often she enjoying daydreaming about a perfect future you too would have married and living under the same room possibly with kids even and you her darling submissive spouse.

Cleo hates when you aren’t always next to her walking to class and being forced to seat next to her she purposely doesn’t pay attention so you can’t tutor her later and she’ll be able to spend more time with you in her room alone. She also spoils you rotten you guys shop 24/7 and she hates when you don’t depend on her or ask her for something that you’ve had you mind on. She wants you to be able to talk to her ask her for stuff she’ll get you whatever you want or need as long as it doesn’t interfere with her love for you.

Cleo loves to have you looking like one of a kind drowning in jewelry and expensive dresses, shoe, hair, nails, and makeup she want you to shine like the diamond you are her diamond. She just loves to keep you polished and sparking for her and her eyes only. Any guy who tries drape a hand around your waste you even touch you with their filthy hands will be meant with a sight of her kissing you and pulling you into her body as the guy is dragged away by one of her servants you never knew what happened to him.

So even though your trapped with her you still get to go everywhere and meet celebrities you have everything you could ever want or need right at your fingertips and the woods is literally served to you in a silver platter as long as you stay with Cleo as her’s forever and the moment you even think of leaving her she will show you how much easy she can just destroy not only you but your entire family tree.

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑖𝑛

♫ఌ❁⁂

Frankie is very delusional but also very loving to the point where it’s suffocating, wherever you are she’s there, if your in the bathroom she’ll be in the stall next to you, if your in the hallway she’s just a corner away from you, it’s even t the point where she may even just pop out of your locker when you open it after avoiding her, with her asking if you’re avoiding her with sad puppy eyes.

You any even find some of her body parts hanging around you like her hand resting on your thigh or your knee when she’s somewhere else, her head watching you from a far in a class that you don’t have with her. Frankie also loves to share her things with you like her shoes or clothes so you look and or smell like her, it’s her own way of tying you to her.

If you ever try to tell people how crazy Frankie is they won’t believe you because Frankie is such a sweet ghoul who even has your parents wrapped around her finger so they won’t believe you either, and will even invite her over often and she’ll be sleeping in your room and your bed cuddling with you.

I can picture Frankie thinking of your future together and will go on rants about it. The older you guys get the kinder her rants are. She’ll discuss children and marriage to the point where even her friends courage you to talk to her about it. Other students and her friends know about you two and find I your relationship adorable with out knowing how crazy about you she is.

I can see Frankie as also being somewhat mature in your relationship such as making decisions for you on where or not you should go somewhere or hang out with certain people and she’s very persuasive. Will straight up manipulate you and work her way into your head to the put where before you do something you consider if she would want you to or not. *Honestly same thing with Cleo*

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎

❁☺︎︎☀︎︎⁂

Draculaura is very sweet so once again no one will believe you if you try to tell them the truth about her. Even her friends either won’t believe or will shush you since they may or may not be a little obsessive with their own darlings.

She’s the clingy type expect her clinginess will become suffocating. She’ll manipulate and gaslight you into spending time with her using the excuse that you don’t hang out with her as much as you used to before you started talking to those people you call friends. If it’s her friends you’re hanging out with different story she’ll be jealous but will tag along without much problem. But someone else she’ll either convince make you let her go with you or stay behind with her.

Every chance she gets she’s clinging to your waist or arm and often you’ll notice how her grip can tighten especially when you’re around others. Draculaura loves your personally space it even feels like she’s trying to merge your bodies together with how hard she presses herself into sometimes.

It’s canon that they all like to match with you and even like to share clothes and it’s the same here Draculaura is definitely the type to like dressing you up and getting your opinion on her outfits. She will even ask what you’re about to where so she can find some way to match or color coordinate outfits with you.

She is the Yandere that adores and worships you like a fan girl. She is the highschool Yandere girl stereotype. She’s also the type to panic after she had a dream about you cheating or leaving her and she’s highly highly delusional you’ll glance at her and she’ll take it as you confessing your love for her.

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓

✰𒊹︎ᴥ︎⁂

Clawdeen is definitely dominant and overprotective she’s the type that has a soft spot for you and her friends while shes a little cold to others. I see her being controlling in a way that she doesn’t want you to be wearing something that isn’t her taste or she doesn’t approve of. She loves to make you outfits that for always end up having something like a as if she’s making you and laying her claim.

She loves when you two match outfits or color coordinate outfits together. Shes always willing to stand up for you so if a peer pressured you or makes a snarky comment on you best believe she’ll be ready for them. Her mom knows and loves you since you’re what’s keeping Clawdeen from completely falling of the deep end of insanity.

She’s possessive like crazy if she catches a guy starring at you she’ll glare them down and be all in there face and ask them how it feels. If they leave you alone great she’s feeling slightly more better, but if not then she’ll be gone for a bit while her friends keeps an eye on you. She’s the type to throw a punch at someone for either glancing at you or touching you in a way she didn’t approve of but she’s also very northerly and caring and won’t let you harm yourself or do anything reckless and will always put you before herself

Your thoughts and opinions are very appreciated and welcomed. Thank you!