#tw blackmail

[kellodrawsalot]

Part 1

[nyctophiliq]

thinking heavy about the blackmailing trope with stalker! abby :(

cw; 18+ mdni, dark/nsfw content, STALKING, female-bodied reader, masturbation, blackmailing, manipulation, controlling themes, ooc abby (?)

originally abby didn’t plan on picking up this class, but well… things didn’t go well with her other subjects and she needed more credit before the semester ended so she could pass. thinking it through she didn’t mind it, in this world you can make big bucks off of it and she was kinda into the idea of everything that revolved around tech and computers, even tho she didn’t have her own until high school ended.

that’s the class she first saw you in, that computer science class. she had never seen you before, and later found out that you were accompanying one of your friends while you had a free period.

when her fascination with you doesn't go away, she is the sort to put hidden cameras in your dorms or even learn how to hack into your phone, laptop, and whatever else you own so she can monitor you and what you do. she is merely watching you take a shower or put on clothes, and she has no rational reasons for what she is doing.

but she gets sick of staring at your image on her displays since you are so monotonous and do so little in such a long time. however, there is no way you would attempt anything unless you knew she was watching you. that is until you storm into your room with heated skin and labored breathing; at that point, she refocuses her attention on you and becomes even more engrossed in what you are attempting to do when you reach beneath your bed.

her skin tingles with anticipation as you take out a box with a firm grip, toss away the lid, and remove your prized possession from it. a glass dildo with a few larger, knot-like sections that curve like a real cock and a sweet, pink heart-shaped handle. without much patience for foreplay and in a rush to get everything ready, you don't hesitate to force it down your own throat and saturate it in your saliva.

abby can see how your form twitches and your fingers dip to circle your clit since the cameras are at such an angle that they are only a few inches away from you and are peering down at you. normally, she would like to spend time by herself observing you, but because everything you did at that time seemed hurried and urgent, she was afraid she would miss something if she turned her gaze away.

because she can already hear you gagging on the dildo between your lips and slamming your hips into the air as you drool, she thought it was dumb of her to forget to get a recording of your noises. the toy is covered in enough saliva to have a slight sheen when you finally pull it out, after what seems like hours and hours. she catches her breath as you glide it down your body and groans as you shove it within your pussy, your juices pooling around the object and dripping onto your white bedding.

she has little to no patience, desperate to feel your skin against hers, that when you wake up the next day a dvd sits on your nightstand with a note on top of its cover and a little red bow tied around it. the note goes on and on, calling you "an ugly slut" and a "flighty degenerate she should just throw away" but she has an offer. after a few nights, she is more than willing to get rid of the video, of which she has the only copy.

and what can you do if not comply, meeting her at the designated spot and date, at the exact hour of the day just as she wants it. you wouldn’t want those little details about your life behind a closed door to get out, now would you? for everyone to see what a depraved whore you are to be used as nothing but a fuck toy. but she can help you, the two of you can help each other out, and that video you just saw? there will never be a sign of it anymore, nobody will see it. of course, she doesn’t tell you that she is gonna keep it on a separate hard drive for herself to sometimes take a look at but if she is in the mood for it, might just fuck you while making you watch it.

but a few nights will never be enough for her and she will keep making excuses to have you with her, keep you paranoid and have you look over your shoulder to make sure she isn’t plotting something really bad to cause you your downfall.

[xanqels]

For I Have Sinned.

DarkCorruptedPriest!Joel Miller x Innocent!Reader

Summary: Father Miller sets eyes on you, and decides then and there that you are to be ruined by him.

Parings: joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT!!! No outbreak au! reader is a virgin and very naive, loss of innocence, corruption kink (he’s into taking her vcard), blackmail, dubcon, virginity loss, fingering, slight humiliation(?), bit of mocking, pet names (darlin’, baby, sweet girl etc), dirty talk, using the lords name in vain, unprotected piv (wrap before you tap), power imbalance, oral (f receiving), age gap (reader is mid to late 20s, Joel is late 50s), Joel is an asshole in this, mentions of god/the bible/sinning. Conclusion: Joel should not be a priest. if there’s any i’ve misses please let me know.

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: I would like to thank @chloeangelic for inspiring me to write this and also giving me some encouragement, and I’d also like to thank @toxicanonymity for inspiring me to write dark!joel and creating the joelkemon universe. Also I do apologise if the timing of the story is a bit everywhere, this is my first fanfic!! any and all criticism is welcome with open arms.

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He still remembers the first day he met you.

You and your family had brought him a pie, a cherry one. They wanted to welcome him, congratulate him for becoming the new priest in their humble town. A sweet gesture from such a perfectly sweet girl and her devout family.

He remembered your face, he could draw it from memory if he wanted to - if he could draw, that was. The perfect mix of beauty, grace and innocence stood before him that very day and he was hooked. Hooked on your gaze, your smile, your scent, but most of all, your innocence and blind naivety to the world.

He knew then and there, that you were his to ruin.

Every Sunday from then on, his eyes were stuck on you, what you were wearing, the way your cheeks flushed when your eyes met his. Everything about you was mere perfection. A sight of innocence, of naivety that he couldn’t wait to take hold of and ruin for every other man.

He wanted his name to be the last thing on your lips at night, and the first thing to be spoken in the morning. He wanted to curse your mind with images of him, to make you worship him instead of God. And so, in his mind he curated the perfect plan to get you alone.

“Go forth, knowing that you are cherished,” His voice, a deep texan accent, talking to the congregation, “chosen and empowered by the Creator of the Universe.” But why did it feel as though he was talking to purely you? His words, so enchanting you lingered on every line he spoke. His sermons were fresh, new and slightly modern. A stark contrast from Father Rafferty’s sermons.

“May his grace be upon you. Now and forevermore.” He looks up, eyes scanning the room before landing on yours. Dark brown iris’ peering into your soul, as you feel your cheeks flush. He likes the way your cheeks blush when you look at him. You want him. You need him, he tells himself. “Amen.” He states as you look away, the rest of the congregation, including yourself muttering a simple ‘Amen.’

As you and your family stand up in preparation to leave, Father Miller approaches you, a wide smile on his lips with his Bible and rosary beads in hand. “Mr and Mrs Spencer.” He says, shaking your fathers hand. “How lovely it is to see you again.”

“Well, Father, we could never miss one of your services.” Your mother speaks as you look idly at the floor, eyes tracing over the darkened, dented wood from where people have walked over time. You tune out the conversation, feeling ashamed for dropping Father Millers eyes earlier, and feeling so stupid for blushing.

“Won’t you, honey?” Your fathers voice snaps you out from your thoughts, eyes wide as you look between the three of them. “Pardon?” You ask, heart thumping in your chest.

“Father Miller wants you to help him decorate the church for Easter Sunday. There’ll be plenty of other people there. I think it’d be an excellent idea.” Your father says, as your eyes dart to Father Millers. He smiles, a sweet smile. A comforting, pleasant smile which puts you at ease. Those dark chocolate brown eyes, soft and kind.

You nod, and he clasped his hands together in glee. “Well, perfect. It’ll take a little while, but there’ll be plenty of breaks and we’ll provide food. Hopefully you don’t mind me keeping your daughter occupied for the entire day.” Father Miller says, and your parents don’t seem to mind. Just as long as you’re being the perfect catholic girl you’ve always been. Just as long as you’re kept out of trouble, and as long as you help Father Miller with whatever he needs.

A devout catholic you were. Born and baptised, risen in a strong catholic household and desperate to please the priest. You’d do anything he’d say or ask, as long as it wasn’t a sin, and Joel knew that. He knew how desperate you were to please someone so close to God, his messenger, how you itched to be as pure and holy as one could be. He knew he’d got you wrapped around his little finger

And so, the plan was set in motion. And at 11am on the following Thursday, you were there at the church doors, pushing the solid oak open as you walk into the dim room, the only form of light being the candles Father Miller had lit and the sun shining through the stained-glass windows.

Expecting to be met with various murmurs and fellow church-goers, you find the place empty. Completely deserted, almost, until your eyes lay on him. Tall, stoic and his gaze piercing at you, taking you in. Your small frame, your long white dress, the way your hair lay against your shoulders. The image of innocence.

He smiles, that same sweet smile that he gave you the previous Sunday. “You made it.” He says, walking towards you with his arms out, almost as though he was going to envelope you in a hug.

But he didn’t. He clasped his hands together, rubbing his palms together. “Father Miller.” You exhale softly, eyes scoping the otherwise empty church. “I thought we were all meeting here at eleven. Where is everyone?” You ask, twirling a strand of long hair around your index finger.

He shrugs. “‘m afraid I don’t know. I did invite them.” He says, lying through his teeth. You wouldn’t know that, of course. Too naive to think any differently, to even have a thought that Father Miller may just lie to you. Truth is, he didn’t invite anyone else. Not a single soul. It was only you and him.

You frown, clearly unhappy with the way no one else seemed to turn up but you. The way they so blatantly chose to ignore Father Miller’s need for help. “But you asked for help, surely they should’ve come.”

“Perhaps they got busy.” He lies, looking around the church, eyes glaring at the empty walls. “Anyways, this place won’t decorate itself.” He grins, turning and walking towards the back, hand gesturing for you to follow.

And you do, obediently. Into the back room of the church, full of foldable tables and chairs, boxes of decorations and broken pews. It’s dark, and smells of dust and mildew. The smell violates your nose as you try to adjust to the light, and then Joel flicks a switch, and a singular, dim lightbulb sparks to life.

You grimace at the surroundings. Untidy, dusty and slightly damp. There’s a dark oak table in the corner of the room, covered in cardboard boxes that are filled to the brim. Obviously this room hardly gets properly taken care of, but in a small town like yours, you aren’t surprised. Most of the things that enter this room hardly come back out, unless needed. But, you aren’t here to judge, you’re here to help. Help this poor, middle-aged priest who blessed the community with his sermons and his striking good looks… wait what?

You sigh as you approach the table full of boxes, slender fingers prising open the lids and rooting through the boxes of old memories and décor.

Behind you, Joel was hungrily glaring at your figure. The way you got to work without any questions. So submissive, so silent. Oh, how he can’t wait to hear you moan his name. To cum all over his cock, to..

“Father Miller?” His thoughts are cut off by your melodic voice drifting through the air. “What exactly are we looking for?”

He chuckles, slowly approaching the table. “Sweetheart, it’s not Sunday, and we’re not in a sermon. Please, call me Joel. Let’s drop the formalities for now.” He smiles, looking down at you, and then, his hand is on your lower back. Hardly an inch above your ass. “Just some decorations. Some banners, the candles, my white robe should be in here somewhere.”

You gasp, the feeling foreign and leaving a strange feeling in your loins. You look up from the boxes of discarded mess, eyes meeting his. “Father Miller..” You start, but he glares at you, eyebrows raised. You squint your eyes shut and scrunch your face up, mentally cursing at yourself for not using the name he’d asked you to use. “I mean, Joel..” You clear your throat. “Why would your robe be in here? Surely it should be at your house, or somewhere safe atleast?” Your eyes slowly open, meeting his again.

He looks at his hand, gliding it up and down your back slowly, as though he was comforting you. “Well, William – Sorry, Father Rafferty left it in here for me. Just haven’t had chance to come rootin’ through the boxes.” He hums, a low tune, a soft one. “So, Sweetheart, tell me.. have you ever sinned?”

The abrupt question makes you freeze up, frown at the thought and straighten up slightly, eyebrows furrowed. “What sort of a question is that?” You ask. “Of course not. Well… I don’t think I have.” You say, wracking your brain for an answer. It’s normal for him to ask these sorts of questions, right? He’s just looking out for you. To make sure you’re on the right path, that you’re pure and holy. You’ve never even looked at another man in a sinful way, let alone kiss one. Sure, you might think the odd boy is cute, and maybe you’ve looked at Father Miller – Joel in a different way, and that’s made you feel sinful. You have to admit though, his scruffy salt and pepper beard, dark eyes and calloused hands are no match for any of the local boys. Joel was beautiful. Handsome, even. But he was thirty years your junior, and the priest. It’d ruin his career and his relationship with God, yours too. You couldn’t do it to yourself.

“You’ve never kissed a boy?” He asks, curiosity peaking. You knew kissing wasn’t a sin, but it’s not like you needed to worry about it. You shake your head, saying nothing. “Would you like to kiss one?” He asks, his body suddenly moving to engulf yours, his crotch right against your ass as he wraps his arms around your waist. You shudder at the movement, his breath hot against your ear.

“Father, I’m not sure this is right.” The formalities are back, you’re unsure, nervous and confused. Never once has he acted this way towards you, so flirtatious and curious. And yet you find yourself wanting more. A burning forming deep inside of you.

“Joel.” He corrects. “And it’s alright, darling. Won’t do nothing you don’t want me to do.” He grabs your hips and turns you around in his arms so you’re facing him. He places his index finger under your chin, lifting your head up to look at him, his eyes piercing yours.

You swallow thickly, eyes scanning his features. His scruffy beard is stark in contrast to his combed-back hair. The weathering on is face is showing, proving his age, showing how wise he is. He’s gorgeous, for an older man. You never would’ve assumed he was in his fifties, had he not told you. You bite your lip, weighing out the pros and cons in your mind of potentially giving your first kiss to this man.

“Just tell me what you want, Darlin’.” He speaks, “it’s not a sin. Well, it’s definitely not a sin if you kiss me. We won’t be doing anything wrong.” He urges, watching intently as your tongue pokes out and swipes against your lower lip. You nod, if anyone should know about sin it’s him. If anyone should know what’s right or wrong, it’s him.

He doesn’t waste a second, closing the space between the pair of you, his lips pressing against yours. They’re plump and warm against yours, and you’re not sure what to do. You try to copy his movements, lips moving when his do. It’s hard and confusing at first, but you manage to get the hang of it slowly. It’s innocent at first. Soft, sweet and oh, so innocent. But the more he presses against you, the more your back presses against you solid oak table. The sharp edge digging into your back, the pain making you gasp. Joel takes this opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips. A wet, warm foreign feeling in your mouth.

It’s a long kiss, deep and hungry. His tongue prodding and attacking your mouth every so often, and you could swear you feel something warm and tingly in your lower stomach. You’re stood awkwardly, hands by your sides with absolutely no sense of direction, that is until Joel takes your hands and places them around his neck. You allow it, and as you settle in, his hands find their place on your waist, calloused fingers digging through your cotton dress.

You wince as he nips your bottom lip with his teeth, and you pull away, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. His eyes dark with a newfound fire in them, and something you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Fuck angel, you taste so good.” Joel whispers, his hand coming up and brushing through your hair as he takes your form in. Slightly plumped lips, red and glossy from your shared saliva, eyes wide and still in shock from the moments. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He leans in again, and even though you expect for him to kiss you again, his lips find a new place – on your neck. His beard tickles the sensitive skin, his lips trailing down your neck to your collarbone, which only just peaks out of your modest dress. Your breath catches in your throat, the fire in your stomach growing strangely stronger, more apparent. You sigh out as he plants a wet kiss against your collarbone, his tongue gliding from your collarbone up to your earlobe.

“Such a good girl.” He murmurs in your ear, his fists grabbing your dress and starting to pull it up. You gasp, placing your hand on top of his to stop him, shaking your head.

“No.” You state. “That’s a sin, I can’t go any further, Father. It’s not right.” You tussle in his grip. “I’m waiting until marriage like I should, like God said I should.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” He purrs, slowly shaking your hand off his. “It’s not a sin if you do it with me. It doesn’t count.” He lies, tugging your dress up so it’s just above your waist. He slips his free hand into the waistband of your panties, hissing as his fingers are met with your arousal. “Oh, baby.” He purrs, his finger skilfully prodding your clit. You whine in his arms. “You’re so wet, so desperate.” Wet? That’s what it is? You’re aroused? By this? That strange, unfamiliar feeling in your gut was caused by him?

His fingers swipe your clit, moving at different angles until your face twisted in pleasure and your mouth drops open. A strangled moan comes from the back of your throat, a noise you didn’t even know you could make. A noise you shouldn’t make, but you can’t help it. You can’t stop the chorus of moans falling from your lips, and to Joel it sounds just like a hymn sung in church. So beautiful and melodic to his ears. He loves it.

His index finger trails down, making you frown at the loss of pleasure, prodding your tight hole. You gasp, immediately itching to get out of his grip again. His grip only tightens, and he pulls his hand out of your panties. He looks at the wetness on his hand in the dim light, admiring the shine and your embarrassed face. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, Sweetheart.” He winks before popping his fingers in his mouth and sucking your juices clean off them. You at him in both shock and awe as he reaches behind you and clears the table off, boxes falling on the floor with decorations scattering around the room.

He lifts you up, your dress still hiked around your waist as he places you on the table, stepping between your thighs. “You gon’ show me all of you, pretty girl?” He asks, caressing your face with the same hand he just sucked clean. You felt sick to your stomach, but at the same time, you yearned for more.

“Forgive me, Father..” You mutter quietly to the man himself upstairs, as you nod your head and lift your arms up. Joel takes complete advantage of this, removing your dress and discarding it on the dirty floor. You know it’ll be dirty and possibly ruined when you retrieve it after, but you’re sure you’ll make something up to appease your parents.

He whistles lowly at the sight of you in your underwear, and since he asked if you would show him all of you, he doesn’t ask if he can unclasp your bra, he just does it, hardly giving you time to react. The cool air immediately makes your nipples harden, stiff peaks standing to attention, desperate to be touched. To be manhandled and played with. He discards your bra ontop of your dress, his hands coming back and cupping your boobs.

You bite your lip at the new sensation as he fondles them “Do you trust me?” He asks, what a stupid question – of course you do. You nod, and he removes his hands from your breasts, his fingers sliding into the waistband of your panties. You lift yourself off the table slightly, after a glare of expectance from Joel, and he pries your soaking wet panties from your body, the soft pink colour now darker where wet.

“Oh, Darlin’.” He groans as he fingers the damp patch, and your cheeks grow hot again. “I’ve hardly even touched you. Hardly even shown you what a good time I can give ya.” He grins, a devilish grin, as he stuffs your soiled panties into his back pocket.

You shiver in anticipation, any worries of sinning or ruining yourself for marriage being long gone. After all, Father Joel Miller said it was okay, and that it wasn’t a sin asking as you did it with him, and he wouldn’t lie to you, right?

He kneels down in between your legs, groaning as his knees click, a sign of his old age. It should snap you out of this, remind you this isn’t who you are, but it does the opposite. Makes you yearn for him, crave him. He grabs your thighs and thrusts you closer to him so your ass is just barely on the table. With one arm wrapped around your waist, he uses his free hand to gently spread your lips, your pussy shining with arousal in the dim light. Glistening, calling for him, he exhales shakily. “Gotta stay still for me, Baby, okay?”

He dives forward, your soaking cunt spread open for him still, and he places a gentle, chaste kiss on your clit. A simple movement that has you jolting, and him chuckling at your reaction. A low, monotone tune.

“God girl, you’re a nasty little thing, huh?” He doesn’t even give you time to answer before he licks a straight line from your tight hole up to your clit. Your moans have his cock rock hard, painfully stretching against his pants. If he doesn’t get to fuck you, he’ll definitely masturbate to the thought of your moans, the way your cheeks were red and eyes glossed over.

He repeats it a couple of more times, licking stripes up your pussy, purely doing it to wind you up and tease you further, as if you weren’t already a soaking mess for him. He takes pity on you and your whines, leaning forward and wrapping his plump lips around your clit, ravenously devouring your pussy as though he hadn’t eaten for days.

It’s pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before. So intoxicating and mind numbing, you could live on this feeling. Your hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles turning white as you moan, your hips subconsciously rocking and grinding into his mouth. “Joel.” You groan, and he only hums in response, noisily lapping up your leaking juices.

He brings his hand down, the one that was spreading your lips, and gently prods his middle finger against your tight hole. He gently pushes it in, despite your slight squirming and whines, holding it still to allow your pussy to get used to this new feeling, to this intruder. Then, he’s slowly thrusting his finger into you, all the while he’s completely devouring your pussy.

The feeling burns slightly, but is quick to wear off as it soon turns to pleasure, his finger hitting a certain spot that makes you see stars, that makes you unaware of how loud you are, how pitiful you sound. You don’t even realise he’s brought his second finger into the mix until the burn returns and you feel yourself being stretched out further.

You cry out, your hand shooting to his wrist. “Stop.” You command, voice wavering. “Too full.” He pulls his head away, chuckling lowly at the command.

“Too full?” He asks, “How do you expect me to fit my cock in your pretty pussy if you won’t even let me put my second finger in?” He raises an eyebrow. “I thought you were my good girl, are you not? Look at how wet you are, how well you’re taking my fingers.” He gently pushes his fingers in further as he speaks. You look down, the sight simply sinful. Your tight pussy engulfing his large calloused fingers, your juices all over his fingers and knuckles.

“Slowly.” You demand, gently releasing his wrist, and thankfully, he does. He pushes his fingers in, and you’re full. Fuller than you were before, and you didn’t even know that was possible. To feel so filled up and yet.. good? It’s slow, the way his fingers thrust in and out of you, inching deeper every time. It’s progress when the burning subsides, and you nod at Joel.

“Better.” You confirm, and he doesn’t need to ask twice.

His fingers slowly pick up the pace, his tongue attacking your clit again, your hips grinding against him, desperate for more friction, and you don’t even realise you’re doing it.

The burning in your lower abdomen grows stronger, more apparent. Like you’re building up to something momentum, something life changing. “Joel.” You moan. “Fuck, oh God.” You curse, not caring for the moment who hears you curse, or use Gods name in vain. You’ll pray later.

He pulls his lips away from you, smirking up at you. “Gonna cum, baby?” He asks, but you’re unsure. “Let go, Sweet girl. Show me how you cum all over my fingers. Show me how bad you can do.”

Your mouth drops open as his fingers hit that special spot, eyes seemingly rolling into the back of your head as it washes over you. The best thing you’ve felt in your life, crashing over you again and again. You see white flashes, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. You don’t even realise that you’ve grabbed Joel’s wrist again to keep him in place, your hips rocking back and forth on his fingers.

You’re sweaty, beads of sweat have fallen down your chest, your thighs, and when you come to, you feel filthy, sinful, wrong. Like you’ve just had a piece of you taken. You look down, mouth dropping open as you gently release him from your ironclad grip. “I’m so sorry.” You blubber.

He pulls his fingers out of you, grinning wide at his accomplishment. “Look at that..” He pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them dry. “Not so innocent, huh? You naughty girl. I heard you curse Gods name.”

“Please don’t mention that to anyone. It was wrong of me. I’m sorry, that shouldn’t of happened.” You plead, the thought of what the community may do to you scares you. You’ve seen what lengths they go to in order to shun someone. “I’ll do anything, just don’t tell them.”

He smirks. “Well, you could do one of two things. You could get on your knees at home and pray to God that he’ll forgive you, although there’s a very low chance of that happening, you sinful little minx.” He chuckles at your sorrowful face. “Or, you can turn around, bend over and let me fuck the sin out of you. I’m sure he’ll forgive you if every drop of sin has been eradicated from your body. Your choice.” He stands, groaning softly as his knees crack again, that reminder of his age causing your pussy to pulse in arousal.

You sigh, wordlessly standing up on wobbly legs. You turn around, gently laying your sweaty body against the table. Your stomach covered in the wetness you’d left behind, the rest of your body being welcomed by the coolness of the wood. “I want him to forgive me.” You squeak.

A feeling of pride in his chest, he smiles. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, and then the rustle of his pants as he pulls his cock from out of his boxers. He holds his hand out infront of you. “Spit.”

You gather all the spit in your mouth, spitting it into the palm of his hand. You wonder what he’s going to use your saliva for. “This isn’t going to hurt more than your fingers, is it?” You can hear him stroking himself with your spit, a wet, sloppy sound. You can’t help but wonder what his cock looks like. Is it big? Is it thick? Is it tanned like his sunglowed skin?

“Different for everyone, Angel. Shouldn’t hurt for long if it does.” He says, his free hand adjusting your form slightly. He stands behind you, getting himself into position. “The fact you just came should make it so much easier, and less painful.” He gently pushes the tip of his cock into your tight hole, hissing.

You cry out, the burning sensation stronger than ever as you feel yourself being stretched out around his thick cock. Tears prick your eyes. It’s unpleasant, you feel like you’re being ripped into two, like his cock is going to break you. “Too big.” You cry out again.

He tuts. “You said that about my fingers.” He rolls his eyes. “Too big.” He mocks in a slightly girlish tone. This isn’t the Miller you know. This is someone entirely different. His whole demeanour has changed in a matter of seconds, from the second you bent over for him, he’s far more dominant. “We got my fingers in, didn’t we? Just breathe.” He reaches his freehand down, rubbing your clit in small circles to get you to ease up.

You do as he says, taking deep breaths in through your nose as he continues to stretch your tight hole out around him. It takes what seems like forever before he finally bottoms out, and you hear him sigh. He stays still for a moment, allowing you to adjust before starting to slowly thrust into you.

The burn takes a while to ease off, but when it does and you finally get to embrace the feeling of being truly full up, you’re in shock. You thought two fingers was full, you were wrong.

“This pussy is so fucking tight.” He grunts, his hips slapping against yours as his pace speeds up. “Should’ve fucked you sooner, Pretty girl.” You moan in response, table creaking as he fucks you against it.

“Deeper.” You blurt out. Your body and mouth no longer felt like it belonged to you, it belonged to your lust. Your desperation to cum all over his cock again.

He obliges. “So fucking needy.” He scoffs, but smirks as your moans turn into callings of his name and strings of curses, the tip of his cock nudging that oh so sweet spot you’ve learnt to appreciate in what feels like seconds.

The sounds of skin slapping, moans from you and grunts from him echo around the room, bouncing off the walls and right into your ears, reminding you how your innocence is gone, how you’re no longer pure. How sinful you’ve become, something you’ve lived your entire life avoiding. Something you were taught to never even think about happening, something you were taught to shun others for. And now look at you, what a hypocrite. Bent over a table, being fucked by a man, who despite being very attractive, is decades older than you.

That same feeling is forming in your stomach as he fucks you harder, faster, deeper than before. He’s chasing after his own orgasm too, he can’t help but crumble when it comes to you. You’re just too perfect, and your pussy is his own personal brand of heroin.

It comes abruptly, without any warning, attacks you and your senses. You’re blinded by stars, head dizzy and body feeling heavy.

He gasps, grunting loudly. “Oh, you dirty girl.” He moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy and shallow. Your pussy strangles his cock as you pulsate around it, and it pushes him over the edge.

You can feel him spilling his hot cum inside of you, his cock pulsating in response to your pussy pulsating around him. He collapses on you for a minute, his clothed chest against your naked, sweaty back. You stay like this for a while until you clear your throat and he gets up, his dick now soft as it slips out of you, a mixture of your juices trickling down your legs.

He steps back to admire the view. Your ruined pussy, pumped full of his cum, pulsating around nothing. He hums as he tucks himself back into his pants, tutting at the small wet patch near his zipper. “Messy girl.” He mutters.

You gently push yourself up, grimacing at the feeling of the mixture of your juices trickling down your soft, shaky thighs. You bend over slowly, picking your discarded bra up from the floor and putting it back on. “Can I have my underwear back?”

He shakes his head. “They’re mine now, Angel.” He gives you a cheeky grin. You groan and point down to the mess trickling down your legs, and his response to that is to give you an old rag from one of the boxes.

You clean yourself up the best you can with the resources you’re given, but it’s not enough. He’s pumped you full of his cum and it’s still trickling out. You just decide you’re going to have to pray for the best. You pick up your once pristine white dress, now crumpled and dirty from the floor. You pour, seeing as it was picture perfect only this morning. You sigh, placing it over your head.

“Now, come on. We’ve got a church to decorate.” He winks at you, grabbing a box of decorations and walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and feelings.

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Tags: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

A/N: sorry but i think it’s absolutely ironic that I’m posting this on the day i’m actually going to church (christening).

[eosincuffs]

This drabble is my first writing piece, idk if I’ll make it into a fic. I started writing down some thoughts and an exposition for myself and then I was like, this might make a nice lil prologue. Idk tho im a virgin in this. So if what here’s and obligatory ‘pls leave me be, im learning ;-;’

Dishonourably discharged 141 quartet! (also this is an xReader thought I promise)

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Their last mission was an unfortunate, grievous endeavour. A negotiation of high profile hostage releases in an abandoned multi-story factory which turned out to be a trap. Even if it cost the terrorist organisation the lives of extraordinarily important extortion-able victims the notorious 141 needed to be wiped at whatever costs, which meant sacrifices had to be made.

Only no-one, not even himself, expected Price to chuck the bomb-covered man off the ledge, 2 stories down to where the hostages were held. It was a split second decision made to save the lives of his men and deal with the consequences later. And deal with the consequences they did. The explosion ripped apart the lower floor indiscriminate of flesh or rusted steel. The old, battered building caved in on itself momentarily, engulfing everything within into a black hole of scrap, wire and human cadaver.

By some miracle, although festering with wounds and decorated with jutted broken bones like arrows out their skin, the 141 lived to tell the tale. Undoubtedly, this would get them discharged for “on the field injuries”. And yes, they were supposed to be medically discharged . It was disappointing that their military careers (their sole drive in life) was over, but, yes, they were supposed to get a fat pension, full healthcare coverage for immediate family, veteran discounts for everything from groceries to mortgages and awards for their sacrifices. They were supposed to live the rest of their lives relaxing, hunting, pursuing unfinished dreams and/or hobbies.

Except the son of one of the hostages rallied the other victim’s families together and incriminated Price for manslaughter. The boys weren’t about to throw their Captain under the bus, disputed the charge despite Price’s pleading, and got incriminated by association. It wasn’t fair, but they were never going to win a trial against a pack of multi-billionaires, no matter the accusation or its validity. There was one small mercy though; because of their connections in the military they were dishonourably discharged instead of imprisoned (and considering that blood and money turn the world, it would probably been for a lifetime). Their records and achievements were wiped, awards taken away. They were left unfit for any veteran benefits and with chronic pain and injuries as the final nail in the coffin, unwanted souvenirs from that god forsaken mission.

Overtaken with hatred and disappointment from both the traumatic event and the experience of their metaphysical lives ending the men unwillingly closed this chapter: abandoned, empty, changed.

Ghost much like his callsign disappeared in the first week after they split, no contact, no goodbye, no nothing.

Gaz went to live with his relatives, trying to figure out his next step.

Price hunkered down with a former military friend and his family.

Soap moved back into his elderly, struggling mother’s small cottage. It’s the reason he went into the military in the first place, to help support his family.

They all knew these were temporary arrangements. The army was their life; no branch or association would take them now, not with the bold, damning DD stamped on their papers. But very little quality employers wanted mentally traumatised men whose chronic and psychic pain rendered them unable to do blue collar work. Yet, non had the education or the drive to be employable in a more specialised, less physical sector.

Was this the end?

Maybe. But the sun shone on Soap’s meadow, illuminated his life and showed him a new way out. He was at the right place, at the right time and managed to bump into you. You really should have just kept walking. Taking pity on the blue-eyed puppy, kicked in the teeth over and over by life’s unforgiving boot should have been a noble act. But feed a dog once and it will keep coming back, and unfortunately, this one has a rabid pack.

[kiwicopia]

🔪🔪🔪for aizen

🔞 MDNI | Aizen x GN!Reader (HCs) 🔞

TW: Yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, blackmail, blood & gore, reader put into a dangerous situation, possessiveness & jealousy, bodily harm, reader is referred as Darling.

This man is already terrifying without the added obsession, but with it? He's quite possibly one of THE most dangerous people out there now. Unless you can catch the red flags early on to do something about it, which would be futile anyway, you will never know this man's obsession with you until it's too late.

Everything he does is now centered around you and how he'll eventually get you to be his. All of his plans involving you are methodical, and he sticks to each and every little step without ever straying away from it.

It starts out with stalking, which he's incredibly good at doing. Whether or not you're able to sense him won't matter due to the fact that's he's a master at concealing his spiritual pressure. Doing so allows him to watch your every move so that he knows what you like and dislike, who you're close with, who/what you care about the most, etc. It's all a part of him knowing what he can use against you, if necessary.

His obsession with you brings forth immense amounts of jealousy with him. Gods forbid you spend your time with anyone, let alone any man that isn't him. He's not above killing anyone, as it's part of his plan to try and isolate you so that he can have you, and it doesn't hurt him at all when you're suddenly upset about the sudden disappearance/death of a friend or family member. He'd honestly get jealous over a pet as well, but he probably wouldn't kill it and would most likely threaten to so that you fall in line.

Aizen is definitely not above putting you into dangerous situations so that he can come to your rescue. He'll purposely send low-ranked arrancars to attack you, and he'll watch for a minute or two before he comes to your aid. He can't let his Darling get hurt, can he? At least not too badly, that is.

He understands your fear for him, but he honestly doesn't care. What he doesn't understand is the fact that you're ungrateful for his assistance. Should he have just let you meet your death at the hands of his arrancars? Absolutely not. It's not a part of his plan, and neither was the entire act of you struggling to come to terms that you belong to him now. Can't you see that?

No matter, he has a few tricks up his sleeves. He's quite the master of manipulation, so that's his main tactic to use on you, however, if that doesn't work, then he can always blackmail you. "Darling," he coos, "you wouldn't want to see me angry, would you? You wouldn't want to see everything and everyone you care for to just disappear, right?" He says it in a way that makes you wonder if he's joking or not, but considering everything he's already done, you know he's not messing around.

If all else fails, then he won't hesitate to harm you. Obviously, he won't hurt you too badly. He can't do that to his sweet Darling. Maybe just breaking a leg or both of them. You can't move around with broken legs, can you? Don't worry, he'll take care of you. He's all you need, anyway.

[prettybabybaby]

"brothers best friend!perv!eddie" is so so hot?? I even lost count of how many times I've reread this. Pls pls I'm on my knees begging for a part three

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content warning: fem!reader, groping, dry humping, blackmail

¡ part one ! | ¡ part two ! | ¡ part four !

¡ stranger things masterlist !

you're emptying the washing machine when it happens. you're unsuspecting when the all too familiar touch slides around your hips, distracted by the music that blasted through your headphones. next thing you know, you're bent over the washer, clutching the damp pair of shorts.

his hair falls into your face as he kneads the clothed flesh. your ears were warming by your embarrassment and the wafts of eddie’s hot breath. after you spent so long untouched, you couldn’t help the throb in your core.

“s-stop,” you stutter out, hearing him inhale deeply into your hair. he grips your hips tighter and begins to move your body to meet his hips, rutting against you.

“see how good this would feel?” he whispers, placing a kiss on your neck. “you’re so sexy, y’know? in a way only a woman can be.” you lift your shoulder up and cringe. you hate when he says things like that.

eddie pulls back, pressing his nose into your hair again. his breathing was slightly heavy and his bulge was pressed to the flesh of your ass as he rolled his hips.

you bit your lip, withholding the sighs that wanted to escape your throat. his hands moved in, sliding between your thighs. you jumped at the feeling, pressing into him as he humped you.

“you like this," he spoke with a chuckle, "you're dripping for me."

“eddie," you attempted a stern tone, but it was true. you could feel your arousal seeping out of you. “get off me. i'll call for my brother."

"he won't listen," he said with certainty. “thinks you’re trying to seduce me,” another chuckle, “can you believe that?” he groaned, rolling his hips.

"how many times do I have to tell you," you couldn't hold back the high breath, "i don't like you, eddie. this is inappropriate."

"c'mon, we could have so much fun,” his hand cupped your heat, angling his fingers where your hole was. you shut your thighs as your breathing matched his.

you bent over completely, it was a mixture of your own will and the shove of his chest against your back. the cold metal of the washing machine pushed the damp cloth of your shorts into your heaving middle. your feet almost left the ground as you were held up the brute force of his hips. he was so desperate.

“see? you gave in so easily,” he nipped your ear and moved to rest his hands on your waist.

your face burned but you couldn’t bring yourself to shove him away. “fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” your thighs shut tighter the tone of eddie’s voice.

a part of you wished your brother would walk in and witness the scene, maybe then he’d believe you and quit bringing his best friend over. but another wanted him to continue, to go harder.

you felt guilty, he was younger than you. but there you were, letting him hump you like it was nothing. you hadn’t really tried to remove him. not as hard as you should’ve anyway.

the stutter of his moments brought you back to reality. a quiet string of “shit”s were falling from his bruising lips. he pulled back and planted your feet on the ground. he slipped his fingers through your belt loops and adjusted your shorts, giving your ass a pat.

“this was fun,” he smiled, “let’s do it again. you wouldn’t want anyone to find out, would you?”

you stayed put, listening to the soft sounds of the music echoing from your headphones as he shut the door with a slam.

[the-grimm-writer]

Yandere! Hanma who beats up your boyfriend and looks at you with a grin on his face, telling you how you deserve so much better and should leave him for him.

Yandere! Hanma who is somehow always where you are and plays it off as a coincidence if you call him out on it, and crashes every date you go on with your boyfriend, always trying to pick a fight with him just because he likes how you get in the middle and beg him not to beat him up again (of course he still does, he just likes how adorable you look when you're desperate <3).

Yandere! Hanma who gifts you with luxurious jewelry and inappropriate things like lingerie, and warns you how he's gonna punish you once you're finally his whenever you throw them out.

Yandere! Hanma who gets tired of waiting for you and finally corners you, telling you that you're going to break up with that shitty "boyfriend" of yours because he wants to show the world who you really belong to or else he'll kill him and anyone who stands in the way between you.

Yandere! Hanma who overstimulates you until you cry, laughing as tears stream down your face, mocking that your ex must have never made you feel any pleasure if you can't handle going a couple of rounds with him <3

[serxinns]

How would the yandere class reacted to a vampire reader? She’s chill, and doesn’t care for much at first but also doesn’t take shit, but as she gets closer to the class she opens up- Imagine her powers cause her to stand out to people, like thinking she had a goddess like beauty and the reader doesn’t know. She just thinks she’s not hot.

Their Bloodsucking goddess

Your quirk is a vampire you don't feed on humans but on animals, you have super strength, super speed, can teleport, and fly, and also hypnotize people, have telekinesis and your weakness is iron, being in the sun for too long can cause rashes or even skin irritation, and silver as a kid you were bullied a lot at school people kept mocking your teeth and tell other kids that you eat humans try threatening you pushing you out into the sunlight everyone kept away from you until middle school you finally fought back giving your bullies a taste of your medicine and now you're in Ua

•At Ua your classmates label you as the chillest of the class and was very quiet whenever bakugo tried to insult you or try to argue with you still didn't say anything and still kept the same expression which made everyone surprise and bakugo more pissed

•You are good friends with your classmates even with the loud ones (Mina, Kirishima, Denki, hakagure) you were always their favorite person to talk to while ranting and loudly laughing at their jokes you would just sit there with a smile, and nod completely understanding what they said

•And you got along with your chill classmates(jirou, Tokoyami, Kota, shoto, shoji, etc) you and Jirou especially would listen to calm and quiet music and talk about you and her interests, and Tokoyami and Shoji would go to the library and read your books with soft music, Shoto and you would have this habit and lay on the floor while you answer some of his questions despising how dumb they are you can't explaining like "Why is the sky blue" " because it reflects off more shoto" or you and him would have some soba together and some nice cold ice tea

•Thats until there was a villain attack Mina got injured by some villain while you were battling and you had scratches and bruises yourself the villain was busy tauting you saying how weak and pathetic you are reminding you of your bulies you couldn't take it anymore and teleported your way to him knock him off the sky and beating the absolute shit out of him while cussing him while your some of your classmates watched in shocked, fear, and amused and bakugo, mina, denki, and hakagure cheered for you

•Now your classmates were already obsessed with you having a perfect body, as well with a gentle and kind demeanor what more could a girl/boy could want?!

•whenever you're talking to them they are so hypnotized by how your voice sounds, How you lazily look at them while you're talking if they want to they would want to record your voice and listen to it again and again and ur gentle arua always make them feel calm and good about themselves whenever you walk passed they'll always stare at you blushing at your body it's unbelievable

•how you'll always doubt yourself of being hot and adorable they would instantly compliment you saying how beautiful you and always reminds you of how a good "friend" (wishing they could be more) you would always think they're just being nice which makes them pout a bit and wanna cuddle and squeeze you while saying sweet nothings in your ears

•now back to the WWE villain match after that your classmates pulled you off the poor guy so he can go to jail

•They were worried so they rushed you and Mina off to the hospital mina had only a broken arm and some scratches while you had a just a few bruises and scratches but you were all right after the hospital your classmates were more obsessed and more in love with you then ever literally treating you like an absolute GODDESS worshipping you every min they can get even denki Started to call you that bakugo even complimented you

•Kirishima calls you manly whenever you spar or train with him, Mina thanks you over and over again mimicking your fighting moves, Jirou is in charge of making a playlist that can get you hyped up and ready to go, Izuku is now adding additional information about you in his notebook and also drawing doodles of you in different fighting clothing while also blushing when he draws ur figure, Ochako is writing fanfics about you and her and some of the classmates would also join is (if you want me to make a separate headcanons about that if u want)

•Ojiro is your number-one fighting partner the 2 of you teach each other different fighting techniques, momo is always buying you gifts and drag you into clothing shops with you, sato is always gifting you treats whenever you did something special (almost all the time), Kota would send his birds to give you these cute little envelops with animal prints with a good job

•at sleepovers the girls and boys would fight over who gets to spend the night in their dorm room

•if anyone talks badly about you or even try to mock you they're either injured badly the next day, blackmailed, or even gone missing depending on their mood

Whenever you go on field trips they would bicker about who gets to sit beside whom while ur in the back a bit nervous

•They a adored your calm and gentle nature now even fighting in the mix? Hell yeah! They'll support you and look after you and always devoted themselves to protect you their vampire godddess~

[psychic-waffles]

cw rape, csa, attempted suicide

Ice dancer Liu Xinyu's instagram was hacked, posting images and statements accusing him of the following:

Statuatory rape

Rape of a minor

Taking nude photos of victims for blackmail

Emotional abuse - leading one victim to try and commit suicide

Embezzeling funds (in which Shiyue is also implicated)

Bribing referees

The images in question have all now been taken down from his insta but you can find threads translating/summarising the posts on twitter below the cut, as well as details of a previous allegation of rape of a minor that was supposedly covered up.

I won't link a specific weibo posts because they keep getting taken down but you can find a lot of screenshots of the original instagram posts by searching the tag #多部门已介入核查柳鑫宇自曝事件#

Xinyu hasn't made any statement about the allegations other than himself and Shiyue posting that the account was hacked and that the police have been contacted.

According to weibo various investigations are now taking place.

I really don't know what to say other than I feel sick to my stomach right now.

[semisgroupie]

not a good guy

professor!kai chisaki x student!fem. reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: abuse of power, blackmail, coercion, age gap (kai is in his 30s), public sex (in a lecture hall), unprotected sex, creampie, possessive kai, caught (by mirio), biting, oral sex, jealous sex (bc of mirio), noncon filming, praise, choking, mentions of: office sex, car sex, other forms of public sex, cockwarming

synopsis: he’s an unethical man and you’re in the palm of his hand playing this twisted game

a/n: this is for @scandescent’s dirty money collab! thank you so so much for letting me join!

Kai Chisaki is a professor with very questionable morals and tactics, you’ve never experienced anything like it and it intrigued you even more, like a moth to a flame. The thing with this flame is that it didn’t burn you when you got close, it drew you in more and more until it could wrap its flaming arms around you and engulf you entirely.

He started off as your freshman advisor who helped you get adjusted during your transition from highschool to college. He was also the man that you went to for advice and to vent to whenever you were having difficulty. Telling you time and time again that when it came to you he always had an open door policy and that you could always come to his office even past his office hours, which is something you took advantage of.

If only you noticed then that he was just breaking your walls down so he could slip his way in. Using your troubles and concerns to worm his way into your entire being, to consume your thoughts until the day you acknowledge your feelings for him and confess them to him.

You could almost remember that day, well night, clearly. It was the night of your last final and the end of your freshman year and he was plaguing your mind all day. All the impure thoughts just begging to come to the surface so they could become a reality. It was late, late for any professor or any staff member to have office hours but still you made your way across campus to his office. When you reached the floor to his office the halls were barren, all the doors you passed were closed and locked and at the end of the hallway you saw a light on, the light to his office.

Your heart was on the verge of beating out of your chest as the distance between you and his office shortened more and more. Once you made it to the slightly open door you knocked on it a couple of times and heard his voice telling you to come in. You could feel the heat in your body travel south as you saw him, his normally perfect tie was loosened around his neck, his shirt had a few buttons opened revealing a little bit of his chest and his hair was slightly disheveled. It was a completely different look from how you usually saw him, which probably meant he was stressed over something.

Still he flashed you a warm smile and paid full attention to you while you spoke. You confessed to him that there were many days you touched yourself to the thought of him and there were many nights where you dreamt of him just ravaging your body, that you knew nothing could happen between you two but you needed to get it off your chest. He stood silent after you spoke and you grew worried, what if he was going to report you to the dean of student affairs and the president of the college? There was no way you’d be able to explain it to any other admissions officer or any other person. But that’s how naive you were, your maturity slipped from you and you just acted on fresh emotions so carelessly.

What happened next still surprises you to this day. After a long pause of silence he got up from his desk and moved in front of you, standing in between your parted legs and leaned down, looking into your eyes before capturing your lips in his. It shocked you but you quickly kissed him back, relishing in the feeling of his lips against yours. Then everything happened in a blur and the next thing you knew was you were bouncing on his cock while he was seated in the chair you were sitting in, completely defiling it and his office. He kept on muttering and groaning things but your head was too muffled with pleasure to really put it together, all you could pick up was what he said as he filled you with cum and those words bring a chill up your spine as you think about them.

You’re all mine, I’m never letting you go little girl

From that moment on there were many sexual escapades between you two, in your dorm room when your dorm mate was in class, his office, empty classrooms, his house, his car, wherever he could bury his cock inside you and you fell deeper and deeper into his trap. The event that woke you up from your lust filled haze was when another professor almost caught you two, he was sure that all the professors in the history department had left before he bent you over his desk and started fucking you senseless. Just as you were about to cum there was a knock on the door and you two quickly shuffled to make yourselves look more appropriate and less like you two were fucking like rabbits. He stepped out and had an extremely short conversation then came back inside, his golden eyes dark as he walked over to you but stopped when he noticed how conflicted you looked.

He sat down in his office chair and you voiced your concerns, what was going on was completely wrong, he could lose his job and your academic reputation would be completely tarnished. Then you told him the words that he expected to hear from you sooner or later.

We should stop this

You were perfect, a naive girl that was fresh out of high school and ready to fall into the arms of any man that showed any interest in you. You just fell into the arms of the wrong man. Good thing he had a backup plan for when you finally came to your senses. He called you over to stand next to him and a video was on the screen. You were confused because it was all black until he pressed play. As the video played your eyes widened in horror. He recorded the first night you two had sex and recorded every single time you two fucked in his office. You wanted to run out of the office but you were frozen in place. He paused the video and turned to you and said the words that led to where you are now, trapped under his fist of control.

You’re going to continue to be mine and if you try to stop what we have going on again I’ll send these videos to every single staff member and every student

That was three years ago and you’re still in the same place, except now you’re living with him — as he insisted. But the real kick was, was that after all this you had grown to be infatuated with him. All the lust turned to an infatuation and you absolutely hated it. How could you fall for a man so sick and so twisted? That was a question no one could answer, not even you. But it wasn’t like you stopped trying, you continued to push for it to end between you two and each time he’d dangle the flash drive in front of your face with a smirk on his face, reminding you that you were still his as long as he had the drive and you knew he wasn’t an idiot. You knew he had backups that you didn’t know about so you just had to go along with what he wanted.

Throughout the years you had him as your professor for a couple of semesters and this year, your senior year, you had him as a professor again. His class was the last class you had for the day today then you would head back to your shared home with him and be a dutiful girlfriend to him. You sucked in a breath as you entered the nearly empty lecture hall, Kai being the only person inside. You made your way over to him and greeted him with a soft kiss that made your heart flutter as much as you’d hate to admit it.

“Hello darling, I was thinking that tonight we’ll order in from that dumpling place that just opened up and just spend the night cuddled up. What do you say?” He lifted his hand and gently caressed your cheek as you nodded.

“I’d love that Kai, it always smells yummy whenever we drive past so I can’t wait to finally indulge in it.” He kissed you once more and turned on his professor persona as he heard footsteps approach the door. You quickly stepped back from him and made your way to your seat in the third row of seats, where he had a perfect view of you. He was wearing a black dress shirt and tan slacks that you had pressed for him in the morning and wore the black tie you had bought him for his birthday last year, you were wearing a soft colored sundress that he set out just for you and a pair of sheer panties that he would rip off you once he had the chance.

Within the next couple of minutes the room was filled up with all the students in your class and at the last minute came the guy that you knew Kai disliked most. Mirio Togata. He was a nice guy but what Kai disliked most about him was that Mirio always got too close to you and tried flirting with you in the past. You always turned him down but he was still so persistent, even now by taking the empty seat next to you when there were tons of empty seats throughout the room. You sighed as you saw Kai glare at Mirio before gathering his notes to start his lecture.

The lecture was going by smoothly, you were taking notes and completely hyper focused on everything Kai was saying until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up from your notebook and glanced over to see a smiling Mirio. He leaned in close and stretched his hand over the back of your seat which didn’t go unnoticed by Kai. “Hey, I was wondering if I could look over some of your notes? I kinda missed some things that Professor Chisaki was talking about and you have beautifully written notes.” You pushed the notebook between the two of you and he messily copied everything down while Kai kept droning on and on about the topic. His eyes never left the two of you and he could feel his blood boiling whenever you looked up at Mirio and smiled at him.

“Mr. Togata” his tone made you both snap your heads up to give him your full attention. “I expect you to pay attention to everything I’m saying instead of flirting with one of my star pupils. You can’t really afford not paying attention anyways.” Mirio muttered a low apology and pushed your notebook back to you which you quickly took from him. “Now, as I was saying…” You heard the little whispers and snickers that were meant for you and Mirio. He wasn’t wrong, you were one of his star students, you excelled in class and whenever you messed up on a test question he would reprint the exam and have you cock warm him until you got an A.

The lecture went on smoothly and he dismissed you all, everyone got up quickly and you took your time packing your things. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about distracting you earlier. I just miss what Professor Chisaki is saying sometimes.” You looked up at Mirio from your position and shook your head, “don’t apologize Mirio, anything I can do to help.” He nodded and squeezed your shoulder before leaving the almost barren room. As you heard the last student leave you zipped up your bag and slung it over your shoulder before making your way down to Kai, who was packing his own things.

“Kai, I’m sorry about earlier. He just needed the notes and I helped him out.” You moved to stand next to him and leaned against the table.

“It’s nothing to apologize for darling, it’s not your fault. But him, he’s the problem. I wish I could just show him you’re mine, mine and mine alone.” He turned to face you and pulled you close to him. “My sweet girl, I never would’ve thought that I’d end up with a girl so much younger than me.” He leaned down and started peppering open mouthed kisses on your neck while you scoffed and shook your head.

“Kai you’re only 38, it’s only a 17 year difference.” Your sentence ended with a gasp as he bit down on your neck and licked over the bite. His hands caressed your body through your dress and one slipped up to roughly squeeze your breasts before sliding your bag off your shoulder.

“I want you here and now darling, jump on the desk.” You quickly followed his command and hopped up on the desk, he reached down and spread your legs groaning at the wet spot that was forming. “What a naughty girl, getting so wet at the thought of her professor fucking her senseless. Naughty little girl.” He slid his hands up your silky thighs and gripped the waistband of your panties, quickly deciding to rip them off of you and ball them up on the desk. His thumbs moved to spread your slick lips and he let out another groan. “Such a pretty pussy, the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He kneeled down and pulled you to the edge of the desk so he could press a kiss to your clit then dive in completely, using his tongue to thoroughly explore your folds the way he knew you liked.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk and you looked down to see his golden eyes peering up at you, which nearly sent you over the edge. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he loved it. He knew what made you cry out, he knew what tipped you over the edge to a body shaking orgasm, he knew what to do to keep you right on the edge until tears brimmed your eyes, he knew everything.

“Kai! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop, feels so good.” You rolled your head back and shut your eyes as he suctioned his lips around your clit and pushed two fingers inside you. Scissoring them and pumping them so quickly all you could hear was the squelching of your pussy. You were making a complete mess over the desk, your thighs and his face but it was a mess he’d gladly lick clean. He continued pumping his fingers and suctioning your clit until your pillowy thighs clamped around his head and he felt your pussy clench down on his fingers. That was one thing he loved about you, you always tasted so sweet whenever he made you cum, like a perfectly ripe fruit. So succulent and sweet. He continued lapping at your pussy until you bucked your hips and tapped his shoulder, “Kai please, it’s too much.” He pulled his fingers out and gave one last lick along your folds before standing and shoving his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself with a moan.

Once you cleaned off his fingers he pulled them out and smashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss while his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants. He undid the belt and his pants and boxers fell to the ground while his cock stood erect. He pulled back from the kiss to spit on his cock and lifted one hand to grip your cheeks as he looked into your eyes. “Take my cock and shove it inside your pussy.”

“Yes sir.” You moved one hand from the edge of the desk and gripped his cock, stroking his spit along his length to get it slick then you dragged the tip of his cock through your folds, just the way he would do it. “Good girl, making me so fucking proud.” After dragging the tip of his cock through your folds a couple of times you guided it inside you, your walls quickly accommodating to his cock. You lifted your other hand to wrap it around the back of his neck to keep him close to you as your lips parted more and more with each inch that entered you. Just as he was halfway inside you he pulled your hand away and slammed the rest inside you, pressing his lips against yours to try to keep you quiet. Your legs shook and your chest heaved as you messily kissed him back while his hips snapped against yours.

You were both drowning in each other’s moans and sounds to even remember where you two were and to even remember the risk that always came with fucking in public. The risk of getting caught. Normally you two wouldn’t have to worry about another student barging in on a heated fuck between you two but today a student forgot his jacket on his chair. The chair that was right next to where you were sitting not too long ago. The chair that Mirio Togata was sitting in. You two were so wrapped up in each other that neither of you noticed the footsteps coming down the hall. Neither of you noticed the bright blue eyes that widened at the sight in front of him, the sight of the girl he had a crush on getting mercilessly fucked by the professor that hated his guts. He should’ve walked away, reported you two to any higher up but he just stood in place. He just couldn’t take his eyes away from you two and his cock stiffened under his sweatpants.

Kai’s hips kept snapping against yours while his tongue explored your mouth and his hands lifted your dress up to your chest so he could grip your tits. He broke the kiss so you two could catch your breath and he looked over to the door, seeing Mirio at the doorway, watching you two through the small window of the door. He smirked at the sight and started thrusting into you harder and faster. If the guy wants to watch then he’ll really give him a show. Kai pushed you back against the desk and gripped your hips tighter as he pounded into you, moans and whines of his name poured from your lips as if you two were the only people left on campus.

“Tell me who you belong to darling.” Your mind was so muddled with pleasure you could barely comprehend his command but when his hand snaked around your neck and squeezed down as he angled his hips so his cock could hit your g spot. “I said, tell me who you belong to darling. Don’t go dumb on me just yet, just do this for me.”

You looked at him with glassy eyes as you gathered your words. “I belong to you Kai. I’m all yours, I only belong to you Kai. I’m yours now and forever.” His cock twitched inside you and he leaned down to kiss you, his hand still around your throat as he kissed you roughly. His other hand moved from your hip to your clit and rubbed it quickly to send you over the edge. He broke the kiss again making you whine and whispered against your lips, “scream it for me. Scream out who you belong to and I’ll make you cum then fill you with my cum. Go on and scream for me darling.”

Your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach tightened, just on the verge of snapping. “I belong to you Kai! Please! Fuck! I’m yours now and forever and I only belong to you!” Just as you cried out the last word the knot in your stomach snapped and you made a mess all over his cock. It only took him a few thrusts before he filled you with cum his hips rocking against yours as his cum painted your insides. He let go of your neck and lifted his hand to caress your cheek while he kissed you again, this time much softer. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you darling, I love you so much.” He kissed you again and pulled back. “I love you too Kai.”

He slowly pulled out of you and helped you sit up before glancing at the door again, Mirio still there with a deep blush on his cheek. “You can come in now Mr. Togata, I hope you learned an important lesson today and that is not to mess with things that aren’t yours. Just know if you speak a word of what happened today with anyone I will get you suspended and kicked off the rugby team. Don’t underestimate my influence in this school.” Your eyes widened as you heard the door open and watched Mirio walk in, he was too embarrassed to look at you two and embarrassed by the raging hard on that didn’t seem to go down.

“Don’t worry darling, if the boy knows right then he won’t say a word. We probably made his night, now he’ll have a new image in his head while he jerks off to you. Now come on.” He helped you off the desk and took both his bag and yours over his shoulders before taking your hand and kissing your cheek. “We still need to try that dumpling place and we’ll watch that movie you were telling me about this morning on the drive here.”

He walked with you to the door while Mirio gathered his jacket and practically ran out the room. As you two made it to the door he turned to face you and cupped your face in his hands. “You love me right darling?”

You bit your lip and looked into his eyes. “Yes I love you Kai.” He smiled and kissed you softly, “good, now don’t worry that pretty little head of yours and let’s go. I want to get you home and cuddle you close.”

One half of you wished you never walked into that office while the other half is thankful you did, thankful you confessed to him because you wouldn’t be in the place you were in now. Maybe this flame, named Kai Chisaki, that engulfed you whole wasn’t too bad after all.

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[mondaymelon]

hush. (yandere!childe x gn!reader)

warnings! this series contains yandere implications, mentions of murder, kidnapping, stalking, and blackmail usage. there will be pov swaps that are marked by symbols!!

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(a/n) this post contains triggering topics and generally dark themes. please read at your own risk. ^^ this is the second part in the yandere childe series!! requests are closed, sorry ✩

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He had let you go once. It had been a foolish mistake. And since then he vowed to never do so again.

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Work in Inazuma had gone... interestingly. The mere idea of having a puppet run the nation, at least that was what the fatui files entailed, was intriguing in and of itself. The culture was just so different and the scenery so stunningly vibrant compared to the bleak snowy tundras of Shneznaya. Yet, Shneznaya still felt so familiar and, well, homely.

On the topic of Shneznaya, or more specifically, Tartaglia, you often thought about him. While the two of you frequently exchanged letters, it was a painstakingly slow process and was in no way an ample replacement of actually being able to be with him. The aching in your heart subsided each time you received a good-spirited Tartaglia's letter, but it just wasn't the same.

Was it selfish of you to wish he felt that way too?

But there was no time dwelling on strange thoughts like those. Work in Inazuma had been extensive. In came as a surprise that you would be working with Signora, another one of the Fatui Harbingers. Still, you supposed it was foolish of you to hope that sending just one general to the nation was enough to end all of the fatui's problems regarding Inazuma... still, you were slightly disappointed.

But that was okay, since Signora treated you nicely. She wasn't as close to you as Childe, not by a far margin, but while she did have a cold exterior, she was a lot more sweet on the inside than you had expected.

However, you had a feeling that if you said that aloud to her, she would certainly not be pleased, so you kept all those feelings to yourself. Nevertheless, there was never a day where you were bored, so all in all, you had it okay.

If only you knew what Tartaglia was facing, halfway across the continent in a different nation.

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I miss them.

I want to see them. Their smile, their laugh.

I want to talk to them and laugh at their jokes.

Those were the thoughts that ran through the male's head as he stared down at the device he had commissioned from Fontaine wearily. They had said that if would be undetectable, and all he had to do was somehow install this onto you or one of your belongings and then he'd be able to hear everything.

In short, it was a listening device. And it had been bought at no cheap price at all, considering it was high-quality and built for long-distance transmissions. But if it really did work the way he had intended to, then it would be all worth it.

And so, he lovingly sent one of his best guards, whom he knew would never betray him. But it was never a bad thing to be cautious, so he made sure to make him sign a contract - if he failed, it would be punishable worse than death.

That way, his little darling would be kept oblivious to it all!

And it did work.

About a month later, as the soldier returned, he relayed his extensive report the harbinger, but really the only words he heard were, "They didn't notice a thing."

Perfect.

And so he waited for a perfect time, when he knew you would be asleep. Watching the round moon rise up from the craggy horizon, he laughed to himself as his voice cracked in a manic manner. "I'm keeping my promise, aren't I, love? I'm taking care of you in my own special way!"

The sound of your breathing and soft snores were transmitted into the device, along with the ambience of the inazuman rain in the background, and the man let a smile spread across his face at the sound.

"Soon. Soon I'll be back and I'll never have to worry about you leaving my side again."

– end of part 2.

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[fangfic]

TW: Non-con, Blackmail

Normally I'm not a fan of technology in stories but just imagine very technologically advanced vampires.

Picking you as a victim by scrolling through your insta feed. That holiday photo at the beach? He saw your scrumptious body and he had to have you.

After sampling some blood you get your brains fucked out, being absolutely treated like a whore. As you choke on their cock they make sure to shoot a couple of videos.

Once all your sore holes are filled with cum he lets you go and waves his phone at you.

"Next week same time kitten, or else I'll show everyone how much of a slut you are"

[lunar-years]

Jamie's not sure what he's doing in this place, or even where he is really, he just knows he was told to be here.

Jamie's not sure what he's doing in this place, or even where he is really, he just knows he was told to be here. It's dark, and sort of cold, and he shouldn't have agreed to meet here without checking it out first, but he'd panicked.

The text had come in that morning, from an unknown number. Meeting time, meeting place, and a photograph--taken in some grimy alley outside a club, the image blurry and dark but not too dark to tell that it were Jamie. Not too dark to tell who he was with, either, whose pants his eager hands were groping under, whose lips were covering his own.

Underneath the photo, they'd listed the amount of money he needed to bring with him to ensure it wouldn't go up on twitter.

Simple, direct, unmistakable. Jamie had no choice but to follow instructions. He'd always been good at following the rules when he needed to be, and this time, he definitely needed to be.

That photo would ruin everything, and it was only just starting to finally be figured out. This thing between him and Roy and Keeley, it was still new and tentative and fucking...good. He couldn't let it collapse just like that, because he'd had one too many drinks on a night out and lost his head and not even checked twice before he started feeling up his boyfriend in a public alleyway.

He couldn't tell Keeley about the text, because she'd be worried and she'd insist they investigate and she'd tell him, categorically, that he was not to go.

He couldn't tell Roy about the text, because he'd be worried and he'd start cursing his head off about killing people and that would only stress Jamie out more because he didn't want his boyfriend to end up in prison for murder, did he? And then he'd tell Jamie, categorically, that he was not to go.

When the first blow comes, knocking the wind out of him, he almost has to laugh. First he didn't see the fucking camera taking pictures of him in some unknown alley, and he didn't see this coming, either. Stupid, always so fucking stupid.

The second blow comes from his other side, and then someone's wrestling his arms behind his back and breathing hot, wet breaths against his ear as someone else--the first one to throw a punch maybe--is shoving him down to his knees. It's then that Jamie realizes he's outnumbered. It's then that he spots the knife. He could fight one of them off, but not three. Maybe it's better to just take it.

He keeps count of each hit in his head until he loses track. Somewhere around that time, just before things go dark. Right before things go dark. That's when he lets himself wish he'd told Roy.

[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ I want you, Námo. I have wanted you for a while. ❞

⊱ Prompt: Blackmail, obsession ⊱ Pairing: Manwë x Námo ⊱ Synopsis: After Námo disobeys an order from his king, Manwë forces him to make it up to him. ⊱ Warnings: Creepy Manwë, power dynamics, sexual content, non-con, the prompt in itself

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Another one for @tolkienpinupcalendar's Dead Dove December and yes, I will be working on these for quite a while longer. Nevertheless: Enjoy!

"Please forgive me, my king." 

Námo was kneeling in the chambers of his lord, head bowed in dutiful penitence. He was as aware as the Vala in front of him that his refusal to speak when he was bidden was a grievous offence to the Elder King's authority, even though he believed it had been necessary to adhere to the divine ordinance he had been given at the beginning of his existence – to never reveal more than what was needed. 

Nevertheless, his being was bound to lawfulness, and he would accept punishment if his lord and his father deemed it necessary. 

Manwë looked as holy and glorious as ever, even seated on his bed instead of his throne. His usual smile had faded, replaced by a sorrowful mien, and the deep sigh that fell from his lips sent a small breeze through the air surrounding them. 

"Worry not, dear Námo. I shall surely forgive you, but I am afraid you will need to make it up to me." 

Despite the perfectly serene and innocent tone, Námo felt a sense of unease, sending shivers down his spine. 

"Anything that is within my power, my king," he said carefully. 

"Very well. Rise." Manwë held out his hand, though it was a gesture of silent command instead of an invitation to take it. 

Námo did as he had been told. Perhaps his obedience could help him atone for his sin, he thought, but then he was caught off-guard when Manwë rose as well and delivered three swift, decisive strikes, the gleam of silvery talons being his only warning – the first one tore off his veil, the second discarded his hood and the third undid the sash holding his robes in place. 

A small gasp escaped Námo as his form was revealed to the eyes of his lord, and he saw delight blossoming within the depths of his blue eyes. 

"Get on the bed." 

"M-my king –"

"Now." 

There was something rough and firm within Manwë's voice, something that was usually absent, that many thought him incapable of. Námo's fána trembled when he obeyed once more, leaving him exposed and prone in front of a Vala he had always trusted – until now that he saw his eyes glint like those of a raptor spotting prey in the grass. 

"What do you want from me?" he managed to ask, attempting to suppress his fear when Manwë climbed on top of him with such natural ease – 

As if we were lovers...

"Is it not obvious?" Manwë smiled at him, as kind and sweet as he had always done, but the dangerous gleam in his eyes hadn't vanished. "I want you, Námo. I have wanted you for a while."

Too stunned to speak, Námo could only stare at him as he lovingly cupped his cheeks. 

"You are so beautiful," Manwë sighed. "And now you will finally be mine." 

Námo stopped breathing when he was drawn into a kiss so tender it almost made him forget that it was forced, and his own lips remained stiff and unmoving. He still couldn't believe that he was being subjected to a punishment of carnal nature, at the hands of his pure, benevolent king no less. 

Manwë withdrew after a few fruitless attempts, seeming upset. "You don't wish to kiss me?" 

"Please, my king... n-not this..." Námo attempted to plead, but was ignored. 

"If you continue to be disobedient I can no longer be patient with you. Your punishment is whatever I deem fit, and if I want to make you mine and show you where you belong, then this is what shall be done." 

Talons dug into his sides as Manwë forced him to turn around and slipped his robes off his shoulders, tearing any remaining clothes to shreds. Námo was left lying on his stomach, held down by a Vala greater than himself. A still-clothed groin was pressed against his exposed backside, and he felt flesh hardening against him. 

"Since you have cheated me out of a prophecy, I hope you at least haven't cheated me out of being your first," Manwë whispered in his ear. 

Námo remained silent. He didn't wish to recount the ways in which his wife had made love to him and how they pleasured each other, and his mind struggled to comprehend the depths of the twisted lust his lord had suddenly revealed. How long had he desired him? Why did he believe he had a right to claim him? 

Yet there was no time to ask himself such questions when two hands spread his legs first and then his cheeks, and he heard the sound of a bottle being uncorked, followed by the scent of vanilla and the sensation of liquid being poured onto his skin. 

He prayed that those talons wouldn't be forced inside him, even if that meant he would be taken without further preparation; it was going to hurt, but repairing his flesh would be easier this way. 

It was only then that Námo briefly considered fighting back, yet any spark of resistance was swiftly drowned out by the knowledge that his king was mightier than he, greater in power and stature. Something inside him had given up before the thought had even crossed his mind; perhaps he already knew that it was going to happen regardless. 

Námo buried his head in the nearest pillow when he heard the rustling of fabric and attempted to muffle his cries of pain as Manwë forced himself inside. He had to will his fána to relax and open up, even as it felt like he was betraying himself and his objective of enduring this violation with as much dignity as he could. 

"You feel so good." 

"You are so beautiful." 

"You sound lovely when you cry and moan for me." 

Manwë whispered sweet nothings in his ear while taking him, but Námo refused to break his self-imposed silence. This was neither love nor pleasure, it was punishment just as his lord had said, and he would not think of it otherwise for the sake of his own sanity. He received no touch and no true affection, only the empty words of one whose mind had been tainted by greed and obsession. 

"Say my name." 

Manwë's command seemed to permeate the very air Námo was breathing, but he refused; he did not desire this, and he would not pretend to. 

Taloned fingers closed around his neck. "I commanded you to say my name."

He remained silent. Manwë's grip tightened, making it nigh impossible to breathe, and despite knowing that he couldn't be slain, panic flooded his fána – as well as the realisation that his torment might only continue if he kept refusing. 

Hesitant and in a broken voice, Námo at last obeyed his lord's command. 

"M-man... wë..." 

The whisper of his name and the choked noises he made sent a shudder of pleasure through Manwë's entire fána, and he spilled his seed inside his unwilling lover, withdrawing only after every last drop had left him. 

Námo felt the need to curl up on his side, make himself small and disappear, but before he could move he was turned around to lie on his back once again. 

Manwë looked down at him with a perfectly angelic smile, as if nothing had happened, and planted a chaste kiss on his forehead. 

"You are forgiven." 

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Content Warning: Themes of blackmail/coercion, physical/sexual abuse, and heavy allusions to CSA/sexual abuse towards a child. Also smoking.