Im A Trans, Asian, Disabled Butch Trying To Escape A Toxic/borderline Abusive House

The Forgotten Truth

F!Reader x Suho

Genre: CEO/Yandere AU

Warning: Medicine, Anxiety, Abuse

Words: 1.8K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six (Coming Soon)

Prompt: After surviving a devastating car accident you awoke with amnesia, no memory of who you were, and the only connection to your past was your husband, Suho. The CEO of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world, who loved you to the ends of the universe, even if you didn’t remember him. You knew his love was true, cause even if you couldn’t remember, you felt your love for him in your heart. Three years later you’re as happy as you can be with him, but there’s just something that’s not right, and you’re no so sure you can figure out what.

    You didn’t notice the tears until they hit the pages of the journal. A feeling of hope was blooming inside you, the hope that you’d actually get out of this house and be free. Your fingers traced over his handwriting, somewhat afraid you were hallucinating, but seeing a bit of ink smudge, you could let yourself have hope. Now it felt like you were actually getting somewhere, and that you actually had a chance to live.

Czytaj dalej

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

This post is old, but you are STILL ABLE TO GET AHOLD OF TUMBLR STAFF in an emergency: this just happened to me recently. All you have to do is email SUPPORT@TUMBLR.COM and they will handle the situation for you. Thanks for passing this along, guys!! xo Kate

Horrortober Day 16 - Spell

I'm a little late today ^^ I had an internal argument about the character

Well, I decided to go with Barbatos from Obey me! A yandere Barbatos x Reader, basically

Horrortober Challenge by @yandere-sins and @pastelbirb

Tw: implied stalking; kidnapping

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➤ Day 16: Spell “It’s like you put a spell on me.” | Make your drawing magical!

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He was so … polite when you first met him.

He visited the café you worked at with two other men and had asked for the person who had made the cake. You were about to leave when your colleague came to find you and told you all about the customer. When you went to the front and introduced yourself as the person responsible for all the cakes and other sweets that were sold he showered you with compliments.

Introducing himself as Barbatos, he asked you about the cake and later about your job in particular. You told him that you were a confectioner and all you could about the cake - except for the details you had changed in the recipe. It would still come out well if he wanted to make one himself just not exactly like yours.

He was very nice and easy to talk to but it didn’t escape your notice that his two friends were watching with great interest as he kept on talking to you. “Never thought he could be such a chatterbox,” the raven haired one quietly said to the redhead. So, it seemed he was normally more quiet.

It didn’t matter much to you, after all, you’ll probably never talk to him again. Still, it was a nice conversation so a smile came naturally to your face and you stayed quite a bit longer than normal.

Life went on like usual after that day until one day your colleague asked you to come up front again. To your great surprise you were greeted by Barbatos once more.

“I tried to bake your cake. It came out great but … not exactly like yours,” he admitted kinda sheepishly. It was actually really cute. “Yeah, that’s just because I don’t make it exactly like the original recipe wants you to, but if I told my little secret to our customers then who’d come here to buy anything?” “Ah, I understand.” He smiled sweetly and you happily smiled at him in return. He really was a nice guy, even though you didn’t know much about him.

The next time you met him was by chance. You were on vacation and just strolled through town a little looking at the window displays of the shops when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Needless to say that you were quite surprised to see him standing behind you as you turned but you soon had forgotten about that as he engaged you in a lively conversation. He was so easy to talk to and pretty soon you found yourself on a bench in the quiet part of the park talking to him.

Nothing special. At first you had talked about the day - what you were doing and that kinda stuff - and then a little more about cakes. Then the topic shifted a little to be about what he was doing - seemed he was some kind of butler.

“It was really cute seeing you the other day. You were on the playground with a little child.” “Well, yes. I was looking after my nephew.” That was weird. You were sure there were no other people around that day. Barbatos seemed to catch on to your sudden discomfort and changed the topic.

“You know, it is really bewitching.” “Bewitching? What is?” That sudden remark caused you to smile a little in confusion. He smiled back at you. “Your smile is. It’s like you put a spell on me.” Your expression went blank and you shifted in your seat causing him to raise a brow in question. It wasn’t even two months ago when you broke up with your last partner in a very unpleasant way, so you didn’t really like the way this conversation was going.

“It was really nice meeting you again, Barbatos. I gotta go now.” As abruptly as you stood up you didn’t notice his expression changing. What you did notice was when he caught your wrist to stop you from leaving. “I’m sorry Barbatos but I really have to go now.” When he looked up at you he had a polite smile on his face that didn’t give away his real emotions. “It’s so nice hearing you say my name.” Startled, you looked at him. He was right. It was the first time you had actually used his name. “Could … could you let go of me now?” “Can you say it again?” His expression remained unreadable. “Barbatos” you said, pulling your arm to remind him of your request but he didn’t let go.

“You know, I wanted to be patient but coming here isn’t that easy for me and I can’t leave my Lord Diavolo all to himself over a prolonged period of time …” He seemed to think about something while you stared at him confused. What was he even talking about?

“Yes,” he finally said “I think it’s best if I just take you with me. Then you can just show me how you’ve changed the recipe of your cakes.”

You stared at him in confusion that soon turned to pure horror when his appearance changed in front of you: Somehow he suddenly had strange bone like wings attached to his head but what caught your attention more was the split tail loosely wrapping around your waist.

Terrified you tried to get out of his grib yet even though he wasn’t holding you with much force you couldn’t get his hand to open no matter what you did. Barbatos continued to smile at you and even tried to calm you down a little but you didn’t want to be calmed down. Breathing way too fast you still tried to get your hand out of his hold until you felt too dizzy to continue your struggle. Barbatos easily caught you once your legs gave way.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). You’ll like it.” That was the last you heard before you blacked out.

He was so polite when you first met him.

How could you have been so wrong?

hgnngnnnghhhhh... Victoria buying you from your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner... hngngngngnhh...

You couldn’t believe your asshole of a partner sold you off. Like you were cheap meat. What were they doing talking to your high school bully anyway?! You finally get away from the psycho and now you’re back in hell where she clearly belongs.

Currently, there’s a soft, chewable gag in your mouth. Stress toy maybe? Or maybe she just wanted you to keep your mouth busy? Who fucking knows, all you know is drool is dripping around it now and making you wish you could move your hands to clean up instead of looking like a sad, slobbering puppy.

“There’s my good girl. Haven’t seen you in so long! Did you really think you could escape? That I wouldn’t find you?” She asks while pinching your cheeks, giving a wicked smile at your clear discomfort. Victoria let’s her fingers toy with the rope around your wrists, kissing your knuckles gently as her hands wander downward to feel the rest of your arm.

Your skin feels so nice to touch again. She wants to sink her teeth into you and mark you as hers again. To taste you and have you filling her senses like you used too, before that whole fiasco about getting away from her and switching colleges at the last minute.

Back when you would be beneath her as she ravaged you, having you beg and blubber apologies when you were naughty or kissing her breathless when she decided to give you a treat. No one else has ever made her feel such a longing, and she’s sure no one ever will. How you ended up with that scum of the earth who sold you is a mystery, but one she doesn’t care to solve.

As soon as they think they have their money secured, Victor is in position to kill and dispose. No loose ends, no loose lips, and all that mess. Siblings have a bond like that, don’t you know?

Victoria looks you in the eyes sharply, feeling with the pads of her fingers the drool leaving your gag. It makes her shudder, pressing her thighs together as she lets her fingers dip lower to your collar bone, tracing the area lightly. “Making such a mess...you love it wet and messy though, don’t you? I remember how I used to make you soak the sheets when you’d stay the night”.

You hiss out an insult, muffled by the gag of course, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s lost in feeling all over you, your pants becoming discarded despite your struggling and kicks. “Always a fighter aren’t you? Don’t worry baby, I’m just feeling what I’ve been denied”. Her lips trail up your thighs, pulling your shirt upwards above your chest so she can leave lipstick stains across your abdomen and upper body as well.

Dark red. She clearly has a favorite shade.

You wince as she tugs the hem of your underwear and lets it snap against your hip, feeling as if she was getting into a more dominant and punishing mood.

Victoria sees the fear on your face, and sighs softly. Poor thing. You’re scared she’s going to hurt you like before, aren’t you? Well she’s matured since then, thank you, and she’s more patient. She’s learned about second chances, although she knows to take more precautions in the future when it comes to how much you love to try and hide from her.

“You’re cute when you think you’re in trouble. But...I’ve missed you too much to reunite on bad terms. Tonight I just want to feel your warmth again. And if you’re good for me, I might even take the gag away. Doesn’t that sound nice?”.

No. Absolutely not. But what choice do you really have when your face is covered in your own spit at this point and your nearly naked in front of your stalker. At least she’s giving you a choice you suppose.

A quick nod, and Victoria kisses your head, petting your hair softly as she whispers “I’ll be right back then. I have a call to make to Victor and the boys...when I come back we’ll see about a nice, relaxing bath and some champagne, Hmm?”.

-Mommabean

Get To Know Me ✧ Favourite Shows [3/10]

↳ Alice in Borderland 今際の国のアリス - Dir. Sato Shinsuke 佐藤 信介 (2020)

Is there anything we can’t do in order to survive?

[insp] [concept insp: japanese names parallels reddit thread]

all illustrations by john tenniel, except for bandersnatch by peter newell

AITA for killing my entire family and torturing my younger brother?

My family was planning a coup d'etat, probably, and I wanted my brother to kill me tbh. AITA?

The greatest enemy to a spider...

A PLASTIC CUP

I don't think I can ever put into words how much I just appreciate Mammon as a character

"Jerk with a heart of gold" is a trope that has been used over and over again, and while I usually like it well enough, OM! does it so well

They make it believable with Mammon and contextually they give us reasons to why he is the way he is.

And they don't drag out the illusion of the "Jerk" as along as I've seen other stories do. In around Lesson 4 they immediately start dismantling the "asshole" first impressions we made between Lesson 1 to 3 while still keeping Mammon as someone who is just naturally kind of a jackass

Also with the "Jerk with a heart of gold" trope the characters it involves tend to have this sort of uber "masculinity" where they keep things to themselves and don't talk about emotions or get emotional, they tend to be pessimistic and/or stoic, they don't ask for help etc

Mammon on the other hand is probably the most emotionally intelligent of his brothers and on multiple times he's been shown to be able to talk others down from spiralling negative thoughts, he's very emotional and wears his heart on his sleeve, MC describes him as "genuine and innocent", he's optimistic and bright and happy, he cries very easily and he doesn't keep secrets from MC, and he believes people should just ask for help when they're in trouble instead of bottling it up

He's not rough & tough and emotionally unavailable with his love interest either. He's very overt about how much he cares for them (whether he means to be or not), he goes out of his way to do nice things for them, he seems to care more about consent than even MC does. He's an extremely loving & caring partner while still maintaining the ability to be a little shit towards MC and tease 'em & give them hell

Mammon is still very much a jerk - like there's no doubt about it - he's just naturally someone who has fun by messing with others but he's not a jerk like everyone else is

Mammon's just a breath of fresh air to the trope and I love him for it

Inuits in the Arctic can survive perfectly on a plant based diet 😤