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ohtobeleah · 6 months

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California Fornication //

Four— ‘Sun & Moon’

Summary: Jakes got a secret he’s keeping close to his chest almost as close as he’s keeping you. Bradley comes face to face with a demand he can’t comprehend, but he doesn’t have a choice.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mental Manipulation. Blackmail. Forced relationship. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Bradley Bradshaw x F!reader.

Word Count: 3.6k

Author Note: Day Twenty Three of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: Blackmail & Misunderstanding. Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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They say love knows no bounds, but Jake Seresin had very much seen those bounds with his very eyes. Love definitely has bound, he’s seen exactly where it ends. For him it began when what he thought was the love of his life kissed him in the corridor of the Miramar base hospital and ended when that same woman's husband caught him red handed with her underneath him.

But love didn't truly end there for Jake, but he knew it ended for Bradley Bradshaw. There was no amount of ‘Faking it till you make it’ Rooster could do in order to convince Jake that he had forgiven Katie, his wife, for willingly entering into a love affair with his best friend. He was out well before he ever met you. So the whole “I love my wife” stick he was running with didn’t make a lick of sense.

But regardless, it worked in Jake's favour, because you were here with him in the morning glow of the amber sun that crept across his hotel bedroom, looking all kinds of beautiful that Jake swore was otherworldly. Angelic if you will.

“Hi–” You smiled up at him as you laid your forearms across his exposed chest. Jake lazily smiled back at you as he traced unidentifiable objects across your spine, leaving small goosebumps in his fingertips wake.

“Hi yourself–” He replied as he watched you bat your eyelids, coaxing him for more. “Come here often?”

“Can't say I sleep with strangers all that often, no.” Jake was without sounding too overly pornagraphic, a really good fuck. He made you laugh all the while his cum coated your velvet walls over and over again. Those orgasms were powerful and took you a moment to recover from each and every time, with every one that followed just as good as the last. Jake was a giver but never turned down the offer either, so when you sank your lips around him for the first time the noises he made made you wish you could have recorded it for a later date. “And I don't plan on making it a habit either.”

But that's all you wanted it to be, sex. Pure unadulterated lustful sex that made you forget about Bradley and his wife and the heartbreak of not being enough. Not being the one he chose. Not being the one he loved.

“Well, in that case.” Jake's hand trailed down your spine slowly but with intent to please. “Do you have time before you go cold turkey?” As much as your core approved of the way Jake's hand squeezed at your ass cheek under the bedsheets you were both tangled in, you ultimately decided that you had to pump the brakes for your own protection. Jake was a breath of fresh air, but you weren't stupid enough to let him fall for you.”

“Don't–” You warned as you rolled off Jake and laid beside him with a huff.

“What?” Jake pressed as he followed you, it was now his turn to be the one on top.

“Get any ideas.” You explained with a raised eyebrow. “Don't get any ideas” There was a warning tone in your voice, a persistent threat of looming denial that Jake was fun and exciting. “There are no ideas here, got it?” But you knew what became of curious minds, the last guy you took a liking to ended up married.

“I haven't got any idea, okay.” Oh he had ideas alright, dirty ideas. Dirty ideas where you were crying his name and begging for more. Ideas where Bradshaw would be all but forgotten. “I'm just making small talk.” Jake teased as he leaned in to kiss your neck as you felt his hands make their way out to your wrists. Trapping you against the bed without a way to push him off. Fuck, it felt good.

“Okay, well don't do that either.” You tried to deny the way Jake made you feel as your core ignited into a needy throb as his mouth left marks up and down your neck, clearly on purpose.

“Why not?” Jake asked softly through a moan so pornographic it had you holding back your own little whimper in response. He was having far too much fun with this, knowing that he was getting you all worked up underneath him.

“Because this isn't gonna go anywhere Seresin.”

“Big deal.” Pulling away, Jake hovered over you as he wrapped his hands tightly around your wrists. “I just met you, for all I know you could be a psychopath.” He shrugged. “I'm not looking for commitment, and don't even mention the word monogamy because I might actually decide that with it being this close to halloween, I could get away murder.” It wasn't anywhere near the answer you were expecting, nor the rational, but Jake made you laugh regardless. He deserved an explanation, even if it was half assed and kind of egotistical of you to assume he’d fall for you.

“I'm not trying to be mean, I just–I don't want you getting too attached.”

“Hey, You jumped me.” That wasn't entirely wrong but it wasn't exactly how you remembered the bathroom incident occurring. But you couldn't deny that when you made it back to Jake's hotel room that you weren't all over him like a bad rash. You did jump him, and jump you did. “Not that I didn't mind it, it was great.” Jake made sure to add before you got the wrong idea. “We had a good time, it was actually very good, and I don't know about you but it was some of my best work.”

“Your best work huh?” You egged Jake on as he leaned in to kiss your lips. You could feel his length hardening against your core as he did so, the blood rushed from one head to the other and like most of the time, Jake Seresin was thinking with his dick and not his actual brain.

“In the bathroom too which isn't easy, especially in that weird little unisex bathroom of the bar, truly, you had me working overtime.” Jake kissed his way down your chin to your neck. His hands let go of your wrists as he slowly but surely made his way down your chest, making sure to kiss your nipples tenderly as he passed them by.

“And now?” Jake groaned as he reached your naval, looking up at you through emerald green eyes that reflected nothing but lust back at you. “Now you think you’re my sun and my moon?”

“Jake–” You whimpered as he sank lower and lower, settling between your legs as his hands pushed your legs further apart.

“That all of a sudden I think all the stars shine bright around you and only you?” Kitten licks, that's how you’d describe the way Jake swiped his tongue across your folds to collect any and all the arousal you were willing to give him, the arousal he was behind. “That you touched me and the heavens opened up and I'm suddenly blinded by the angel that is you?”

“Possibly–” was it so hard to believe you were a catch? Couldn’t anyone just pick you, choose you, love you for you? Or were you always doomed to be the second choice, the constellation prize.

“You’re good, I'll give you that, but you ain’t that good sweetheart.” Two fingers slowly pressed themselves inside you and your back arched with pleasure. With expert movements, Jake curled his digits up into your velvet walls and smirked against your sensitive bundle of nerves as you covered your face. Overcome by embarrassment and need.

“I did jump you, didn't I?” You had to agree that Jake was a very jumpable guy.

“Yeah–you did.” It was the way Jake curled his fingers up inside you and licked against your clit to keep the pleasure building at a beautiful pace inside your core that had you going insane. Here this beautiful single man was between your thighs, eating you out like you were his last meal and all you could think about was just how mad Bradley Bradshaw was going to be when he found out.

“Okay well point taken.” You had to curl your hands into the sheets of the mattress to hold off your approaching orgasm, you wanted to hold it, experience the pleasure Jake was very generous giving. “You’re not after me.”

“I'm not after you, you'd have to be at the very least, married for me to fall in love with you.” Jake teased as he watched your facial expressions, he knew you were close, but that didn't mean he was going to stop his assault on you. If anything he knew to not change a single thing he was doing, you were right where he wanted you to be. Just on the edge but not close enough to fall. After all, they didn't call him Hangman for nothing. He liked his women on the edge for as long as he could keep them there. Floating in a paradox of pleasure he created.

“Oh god Jake, please, I’m so fucking close.” You whined in need of release as your hips bucked and your walls clenched around Jake's digits.

“We, are at the bare minimum, strangers who maybe get to know each other a little more and have sex whenever and where they please and if applicable, annoy the hell out of the very oh so much in love Bradshaws until our hearts content.” Jake spoke against your core to slow down your orgasms approach, you were far too pretty on the edge to not revel in.

“We’re strangers who had sex one time, I don't think we should be doing this on a consistent basis.” You hissed just trying to chase your release. It was right there in front of you.

“We’re strangers who had sex four times in one night.” Jake made sure to correct you as he looked up from his place between your thighs as your arousal coated his chin. “Four times.” He repeated as he showed you four of his digits, two of which glistened in the warmth of the sun's glow and left you feeling empty for a few moments. “Let's not get picky about labels here, Siren.”

“Will you just give me a damn orgasm already!” Jake smirked as he watched the frustration build inside you. “How irritating can one person be!” You groaned as Jake went back to what he started and hell, it didn't take you long to get right back to where you’d been. “Oh god!”

“Come on Siren, let go.” Love has all sorts of boundaries. “Let go for me sweetheart.” We know this. We knock them down, build them back up and knock them down again over and over and over again. But does it have to be that way? Can’t we learn, can't we be brave? Can’t we believe because that's all we need? A little courage, a little hope, a little belief.

“Ohhhh fuughh–” It was blinding, the stars the feeling of pure and utter ecstasy “Jake–!” The way you moaned his name out loud had Jake wanting to cum against the bedsheets. “Oh my god–yes!” His name echoed off the hotel walls and Jake had never heard a prettier sound. “Jake! Jake Jake Jake Jake Jake–ohhhh god.” Your body trembled as you came on his tongue, your core dripped right into his mouth as he ate you until his cravings were satisfied.

“You’re a vision.” Jake sighed as he crawled up your naked body and let you taste yourself on his lips as you wrapped him up in your arms. “Please don't go cold turkey on us, I could get used to this.”

“I like men who beg.” You admitted confidently with enough conviction in your tone to have Jake believe you immediately.

“Does that mean Roosters a begging man?” Jake asked as you rolled him over onto his back, he let you manhandle him till you were straddling his waist. “Because that kinda turns me on just a little bit.”

“Do you swing both ways?” You asked as you rolled your hips and moved your dripping sex across Jake's hardened length as his hands helped to guide your hips. Rocking you slowly to build the friction he desired.

“Sexual orientation is just an artificial construct.” Maybe there are no boundaries to love if we choose not to see them.

“So is marriage, so it seems.” You teased as you sunk down on Jakes length and reveled in the way his mouth opened with pure joy. His eyes ignited with a light so bright you, for just a brief moment, loved the colour green so much it nearly became your favourite. “Love your dick.”

“Let's make it five times–” Maybe love is unlimited if we’re just brave enough to decide love is limitless. And maybe, just maybe, there's enough love for everyone. In all kinds of constructs. Including but not limited to strangers who have sex to fill hopeless voids of self pity and doubt.

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“How's the nose?” Kaite asked the second Bradley had come down the stairs of the home they still shared. It wasn't there, they rented, but they were both still very much on the lease. “Can you still breathe?”

“Unfortunately.” Bradley sighed under his breath as he rounded the corner into the kitchen where his wife stood making herself a cup of coffee. “Why do you care so much about my nose?”

“I don't care about your nose.” Katie made herself clear as she stirred the two heaped teaspoons of sugar into her mug. Bradley hoped her teeth would all fall out because of it. He also thought maybe, just maybe, he’d switch out the sugar for salt just to see her annoyed. He wasn't a bad person, he just didn't love his cheating wife. “I care about the fact you made a fool out of me in front of ev–” Before Katie could even finish her sentence Bradley was erupting into a boisterous laugh right there in the kitchen.

“You care I punched Seresin? That I made a fool out of you?” Bradley had to repeat it all just so that had the right picture. “Last time I fucking checked I’m the one whos walking around like some sad kicked puppy who took his adulteress wife back, kinda feel like I’m the fool, not you.”

“Do you think that little whore of yours went back into the Hard Deck and got to know Hangman a little more?” Katie replied as calmly as she could. “Or do you think she just went home and cried herself to sleep over the fact you broke her precious heart?”

“You’re unbelievable, you know that right?” Bradley hissed through gritted teeth. “You are the bane of my fuckign existence!!”

“I may be unbelievable but I'm not the one who's gonna lose her career.” Katie snickered like your career meant nothing, everything you’d worked so hard for, to achieve, meant nothing to her. “And I’ve been thinking, I want you to start trying more, I want you to start acting like you love me–”

“The navy doesn't pay me enough to act–”

“But my dad will.”

“What?” Bradley scoffed. “What the hell are you talking about?” This was once the woman Bradley thought he’d spent the rest of his life with, now not a day went past he didn’t think of the days where he woke up next to you.

“I want a baby Bradley.” Katie said the one thing that made Bradley want to throw up. He couldn't keep doing this, he couldn't create a life with a woman who he didn’t love or like enough to raise a child he didn't want. “And you’re gonna give me one whether you like it or not.”

“Are you truly fucking demented Katie!?” Bradley shouted across the kitchen so loud it hurt his sinuses. “We aren't having a baby!” It sounded crazy to even say. “I won't, I'm not doing this anymore.” He scoffed and tried to leave, but Katie grabbed at his wrist. “Let go of me you crazy bitch!”

“I swear to god if you leave Bradley I'll take everything from that girl. Do you understand me?” Katie spat venom his way and immediately Bradley froze. “She will have nothing, no job, no benefits, no income, no one to love her and not only that but I will take everything you have until you are the shell of the man you once were.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” All Bradley ever wanted was the love his parents had. He thought he had it once, but love held bounds he couldn't forgive. “Why? Why not just take everything I have, everything I am and let me move on?” It was a justified question, why did Katie need to punish you? You hadnt done anything wrong. “I’ll give you everything I have just stop bringing Y/n into this! She’s done nothing!”

“Because she's the only reason you won't leave and I don't want to lose you because I messed up.” The crocodile tears were the worst part, no matter how many Katie shed Bradley never felt an ounce of remorse for her. She had made her bed and at the end of the day Bradley believed she should lie in it. But he wasn't going to lay with her. “I love you, Bradley.” Katie cried as she stepped close to him, Bradley remained still, hoping that if he didn’t move she wouldn't see him. “I want to start a family with you, we aren't getting any younger and trust me, that girl you’re convinced you’re in love with isn’t in love with you, I have on good authority that she left the bar with someone last night.”

“Please don't say it.” Bradley begged, if he knew he knew. He couldn't tell himself it was all in his head. If he knew what you did or more importantly who you did he couldn't forget it. He couldn't undo what had been done once it had been spoken into the universe. “Katie, please, don't say it.”

Kaite Bradshaw reached out to touch her husband's cheek as she chuckled under her breath. He was truly a broke man.

“She fucked him honey.” She cooed like it wasn't a knife through Bradley's heart. All this time he’d been protecting you hoping that one day you'd see it was all worth it. That he was worth it, that you were worth suffering for. “Well, Bob said that they were fucking in the bathroom but who knows who fucked who and if they fucked once they left together.” Katie shrugged as she tapped Bradleys cheek three times before she turned on her heels. “I love you, got it?” She spoke with venom in her words. “I am the best you're getting Bradley, me, your wife, and we’re trying for a baby so next time, when we’re out in public? Act like we are or so help me god i'll make your life a living hell." It was then in the heat of the moment that Kaite Bradshaw reached out to slap Bradleys cheek, with force. The force was so harsh to made Bradley turn his neck, it made him question his life, his entire existence and purpose on earth.

Bradley knew about the concept of blackmail, truly he did. But he never thought he'd end up in an abusive relationship that he couldn't get out of without the woman he thought he loved getting hurt in the crossfire. Love didn't hurt like this with you, nothing hurt with you.

“Tell me you love me.” Katie sounded like she ordered Bradley to speak, he did on command like a beaten down dog scared of the consequences that would follow if he didn’t.

“I love you.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I love you.”

“Put a baby in me?” Bradley thought about your smile, how infectious it was. He thought about your laugh and how no matter where you were on base he swore he could hear it always. He thought about everything that made you good and pure and he knew he couldn't be involved in ruining your life. He wouldn't let his wife do that to you. He couldn't do that to you, he had a choice to keep you safe and in doing so he was drowning, he was going under in a sea full of hopelessness and depression. But at least you were happy, that was the only thing that mattered to Bradley Bradshaw.

Even if it was the man who had taken everything from him that was making you happy and not him.

“Anything for you dear.” Bradley choked back his tears when Katie smiled back at him and reached out for his hand, guiding him back up the stairs. “Anything for you.” All Bradley could think about as he walked up the stairs towards the very bedroom he hadnt set foot in since his wife had come back was you. All the stars shined bright around you and only you. You were the sun and moon to Bradley, the gates of heaven opened whenever you spoke and he was just happy to walk the same earth you did. So he’d do this, he’d live in his own version of hell to keep you happy, to keep you safe, to keep you from being forced to give up the one thing you loved more than life itself, flying.

“I love you Baby.” Katie cooed as she wrapped her arms up around Bradleys neck and brought him down for a kiss. “Never forget how much I love you.” She didn't love him, this wasn’t love, this was blackmail, this was abusive, this was mental manipulation.

“Did you say that to Jake too?” Bradley snarled as he gripped Katies waist. She just smirked, she knew she had broken her husband beyond repair. Even you wouldn't be able to put him back together, not when Jake was busy keeping you occupied and distracted.

“I still do.”

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Job Interview

Pairing: Dark Bruce Wayne x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Bruce is more than willing to give you a job, but first you have to prove yourself.

WARNINGS: Non-con (oral for male); Blackmail.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

You gag around him, powerful waves of nausea swirling on your stomach and it’s a struggle not to throw up.

The tears clog your eyes, runny nose making it harder for you to breathe properly but you force yourself to stay immobile.

The faster this ends, the better.

“Fuck, now this a pretty sight.” Bruce grunts, your hair tightly wrapped around his hand, forcing you to keep bobbing your mouth up and down his length. He pushes his hips forward until you’re fully flush against his pelvis, whimpers coming out of you as you hit your hands against his thighs.

Bruce only hisses in pleasure, his expensive coat carelessly thrown to the floor and his tie loosen up. A smirk makes his lips curl, his free hand coming to touch your cheek.

“Shh, baby. Just keep sucking me off like that, alright? You’re doing wonderfully. Make me cum and the job is all yours.” his voice is raspy, filled with malicious intent as he eyes your miserable state.

This is definitely not what you had in mind when Wayne Enterprises had informed you that it would be the infamous Bruce Wayne himself to interview you for the job you had applied for.

What had been excitement for the new experience soon turned into horror once Bruce let you know that he wanted you to prove your skills in a very different way.

His cock painfully hits the back of your throat, your drool leaking from your lips. Bruce doesn’t seem to care, regaining his thrusts in a brutal pace that has you seeing black dots in your vision, the lack of air making you weak.

In an impatient attempt to make him cum, you press your lips tighter around his thick cock and in return, you’re greeted with an obscene moan from Bruce, his face scrunched with ecstasy.

“Fuck, oh, fuck.”

He slumps back against the couch, hands at his sides, his chest heaving with his breaths as he shoots his cum all over your tongue.

You immediately jerk away from him, falling on your ass but his hold on your hair doesn’t waver, keeping you close. You cough, hardly able to breath with your mind clogged with intrusive thoughts. What the hell did you do to deserve this?

Your knees ache, his cum mixing with your saliva and sliding down your chin. You try in vain to clean your face but you notice that the damage has already been extensive, your shirt all wet and wrinkled and you feel new tears rising in your eyes.

Everyone will know what happened as soon as you step out of Bruce's office.

Bruce clearly doesn’t share the same concern as you as he looks at you, a lazy smile creeping up on his face as he finally releases your hair, running his hand through it.

“Given your…. performance, the job is more than yours.” he declares, before winking his eye at you,

"It's gonna be a pleasure working with you."

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #dark bruce wayne #dark!fic #dark bruce wayne x reader #dark!bruce wayne #dark!bruce wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne x reader #dark dc #bruce wayne x reader #tw: yandere #yandere x reader #tw: stalking #yandere dc #tw: noncon #tw: blackmail #dark fic

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yanmaresu · 2 years

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How considerate of Jade to let her darling choose what beast they want to deal with...

I couldn't decide how much exposure it should have so here's both versions :u

#yandere #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere jade leech #yandere fem jade #genderbend twst #genderbend twisted wonderland #yan gb twst #yandere girl #yandere female #yandere female jade #eel jade #mermaid jade #tw: blood #tw: yandere #tw: abuse #tw: blackmail #this is like mortal exhibitionism #yandere jade x reader

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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something something……you record touching yourself in the shower…..something something denki hacks into your phone w his nerd tech shit something something………shares the footage with shinsou who calls him a sicko but also asks for him to send the full video…….something something showing the BakuSquad the video too and having a group jerk off session getting off to it something………blackmailing you w the video……..something something touch yourself like that in front of us and we won’t send it out something something slimy, sleazy pro heroes who shouldn’t be as infatuated with regular civilian you something………..

#I can’t for the life of me string this together to be comprehensive #but this is all I got 😔#Kat reminded me of a blackmail fic I wrote about bkg about a year ago #and I’m just not over the idea of blackmail bc it has so much potential #plus I love slimy pro heroes who take advantage of their resources to spy on or fuck with you #hot hot hot #does this even count as writing #denki treats! 🍬#bksquad treats! 🍬#shinsou treats! 🍬#tw: blackmail #—stocked in the back 🍫#—new treat in the streets! 🍫

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tiredsatellite · 1 year

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more puzzle pieces leaked about Poi being mentally ill, delusional and abusive towards Build

an actual phone call leaked where she claims she dated Junho from 2PM but broke up with him because she loves Build too much and wants him (back?), while Build just sounds tired

youtube

Reminder that he literally said in his speech that nobody deserves to get abused regardless if they are a woman or a man.

#build jakapan #poi #daemi #kinnporsche #be on cloud #tw: abuse #tw: blackmail #Youtube

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yandengeless · 2 years

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I want to feel you.

Wonder if you will deny feeling me.

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maladaptiveobsession · 1 month

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“leighton’s delight”

leighton x reader

contains: blackmail, manipulation, power imbalance, humiliation,

synopsis: leighton stumbles across your journal full of dirty thoughts

word count: 646

Leighton had always wondered what you were writing in that silly little notebook of yours. It was notoriously hard to catch a glimpse inside; it was even harder to catch you without it. So imagine his surprise when he finds it stacked neatly atop the library return basket. Poor, overworked, you must’ve mixed it up with one of your textbooks. He made no attempt to conceal his baleful grin as he pawed through the pages. He already knew you were a dirty, filthy slut, and he had the evidence to prove it. This, though? This was just the icing on the cake.

When you get called down to his office the following day, panic sets in. You had caught wind of Leighton’s proclivities early on from fellow peers and had done your best to stay off his radar, even going so far as to allow your classmates to harass you if it just meant avoiding Leighton’s notorious detention. Which is precisely why your current predicament doesn’t make any sense. You’ve been a model student since day one, never racking up even a single point of delinquency. You made sure of it. And most worryingly, you had never heard of Leighton pulling a student out of class before.

You racked your brain for answers, coming up with nothing. For now, you could only do as instructed. You try not to let your classmates' taunts get to you as you leave the classroom.

He waits patiently outside his office, leaning on the frame of the door. You can feel him ogle you as you reluctantly trudge down the hall. Silently ushering you inside, he swiftly locks the door before wordlessly guiding you towards his desk. You expertly dodge his prying hands, though he doesn’t seem affected in the least. He gestures to his office chair.

“Sit.”

You blink once, then again. He quirked an eyebrow amusedly, gesturing a second time. You dare not make him repeat a third.

“Open the bottom left drawer.”

Inside, your eyes rest upon a small, leather-bound journal, and you freeze. He knows.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” You feel your heart pounding in your chest. He’s toying with you. He knows.

You spare a glance in his direction, pitiful, pleading eyes meeting leering, unforgiving ones. There is no mercy here—not in this office, not in this school, not in this town. You apprehensively return to your book, scooping it up with trembling hands and clutching it to your chest, as if it would protect you from Leighton’s advances. You blankly stare when he gestures to you again. You don’t understand. What does he want from you? What is he asking you to do?

“No,” you blurt out in realization. You won’t. You refuse. No amount of blackmail could make you read those dirty, innermost desires you had put on paper aloud. You ready your escape, quickly rising from the seat. You’re going to leave this office with what little dignity you have remaining, and you won’t regret it when your classmates point and laugh at the polaroids pinned to every bulletin board in school. Not when passersbys jeer at you as you walk home. Certainly not when your fellow orphans look at you with pity and disdain. Not even when among them is Robin. Your sweet, adoring Robin, whose eyes would no doubt lose the admiration and love you had grown so fond of.

You slide back into the seat, defeated. Leighton had won, and he knew it. Oh, how you wish to wipe that smugness right off his face.

Try as you might, you couldn't find your voice.

"Take your time, dear. I've already informed your teachers that you'll be missing class. You're mine for the rest of the day."

Tears gather in your eyes and trickle down your cheeks. How amusing! You were already proving to be quite the delight.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #leighton the headmaster #gn reader #leighton dol #leighton x reader #tw: humiliation #tw: manipulation #tw: blackmail #tw: power imbalance #ficlet #mdni #mal.mine

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unhappytimeleaper · 1 year

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hello this is that anon that request about shu × reader last time... since request is still open can I request eichi × gn!reader too if I can still ask from the yandere alphabet and the letter would also be his name for easy writing, have a great day... sorry for the disturbance ^^

Word Count: 3,300+

I genuinely don’t know how I feel about Eichi,, I both love and hate him so much. Also random fact he has my favorite solo song out of all of them so if you haven’t heard it this is your demand to go do so. Also these aren’t in order of his name because some need to reference the letter before them.

Also I forgot how to write. Not sure how good this is, I started it months ago and then stopped writing because sad hours and then finished it yesterday + quick edit so it might be all over the place.

Tenshouin Eichi; Unedited. Gender Neutral Reader.

Warnings; yandere content, isolation, blackmail, hospitals/medical issues mentioned.

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Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Eichi is painful to acknowledge as he really doesn’t have any boundaries when it comes to rubbing in your fate. See, for one, you wouldn’t necessarily be abducted or kidnapped but threatened to go with him, a note that you can’t refuse as Eichi is willing to hit you anywhere it hurts the most. Threatening your friends or family, sabotaging your career/education, creating a feeling that you’re never truly alone... anything is game for Eichi to blackmail you into coming with him. Expenses aren’t a problem. It’s something you could expect from the start to be wary about. Not that he would become so intense with love, but knowing that he is someone who is manipulative, who does whatever he wants to maintain what he wants for his own ideal. Eichi is powerful and dangerous; it’s one of the first things you would learn apart when working at the company, and he doesn’t hold back to get what he wants. I mean, just remember how he tried to forcibly get Trickstar to disband when he started seeing them as a threat to the student council. Or the known damage he did during the war without remorse, still holding firm to his beliefs is the right thing for the long term. It is a painful reminder that he feels no guilt for what he did to you, no matter how loving he acts in the long term. No matter how much he plays the loving boyfriend, the one who only wants the best for you that he is in charge of everything.

No, Eichi isn’t one to mistreat you. You are taken care of and given the best clothing, food, room, access to hobbies, and care. It’s a life many would be jealous of, and for most people, even if given a chance to complain, would scoff, acting as if you’re in the wrong. Why are you complaining— you have a loving, handsome partner who treats you right [at least the public thinks so] with the only thing to worry about are the roles of a stay-at-home spouse. You have everything taken care of to the point you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life. What stings more is Eichi just as much likes to reiterate this logic, although he doesn’t shelter you from his poor intentions. He doesn’t try to lie that he blackmailed you into this, and to a point, even accepts if you dislike him because of this. He doesn’t even purposefully mock you, although he might as well with his comments on the situation.

Something else is that Eichi only takes away certain privileges if you are cruel to him or disobey the few rules he sets in place. It is good to establish what Eichi wants most is a monopoly over your attention and time. He doesn’t want to cut you off from everything, perhaps limit it but by no means does he remove you from the world unless necessary. This could be you being cold to him, showing favoritism to someone else, trying to convince others to help you, etc. Eichi also wants you to play the role of someone in a genuine relationship with him. Cooking for him [or with him], talking with him, taking care of him, cuddling with him, giving him kisses, giving gifts, accepting dates and proposals. In a sense, Eichi doesn’t always know how to adequately express the emotions that accompany romance, yet he craves that connection that comes with intimacy and expects it. In a sense, you can take charge to predict what he wants. This also comes from feeling powerful of having you dedicate so much effort and time into a relationship with him, even if it is a sham. Of course, he puts in the same level in it for you-- just often, it feels a lot stiffer in his pursuit of it, not fully understanding how to convey how he truly feels about it all.

There are three levels of trust you can build once you’ve been ‘taken.’ The first is limited to the estate, mostly your room, or if Eichi can accompany you around the ground in other parts. If you notify him where you are, he doesn’t take issue with you in places like the study or tea room if you let him know where you are, but for the most part, it’s more comforting to just to your own space. If you try to be extremely unreasonable to his requests, he might take away your ‘rights’ to specific places in the estate or your hobbies to fill your time. During this time, it’s also common to be in the hospital with Eichi when he is admitted. However, this is mainly because he gets to be doted on by you, and it’s a great way to get time with you since work can often becomes a huge part of his time. You can interact with staff if needed, but he expects this to be left at a ‘business exchange’ rather than becoming too friendly with the nurses. The second is coming with him to concerts, often you’ll be separated from the audience and kept with staff. It’s expected to kinda be apart from them to let everyone focus on work— they don’t need you distracting them, so he tells you.

Honest, you can tell that he gets jealous if you spend too much time talking to them, once again limiting how much you speak with them about business. He doesn’t like you having much of a relationship with the other fine members either, all-knowing your situation; most of the time, they stay out of Eichi and your business, but they do often have little contact with you when you attend events [although it’s mostly Wataru who you speak with as Tori doesn’t care and Yuzuru doesn’t have any reason to interact with you outside of basic pleasantries]. Most of the time at concerts, you are left in the room where they get ready. Eichi savoring every moment of getting to perform for you and the attention you give him before a stage. Watching from the front row, a special seat just for you. The last would be being able to come to work with him, although this would take a lot of trust on his end, and you best believe you’ll have to ham up your love for him to get to this point. Like going to stages, you are expected to have limited contact with other people and spend as much of your time focusing solely on giving Eichi the attention he wants. In reality, it was probably the worse, though, being able to attend ES with Eichi. A bitter reminder that your life is taken and left a shell of its former potential. It also gives him the most chance to rub salt in the wounds of his power over you, even more not being able to really converse with those you once called friends.

Overall, other than the time in the hospital, which is miserable for both of you [since it’s a hospital and just has a feeling of dread], it’s often not too bad if you play along with the fantasy Eichi wants. Even if you both know it’s fake. You can make it as easy as you want it; just beware, Eichi is aware of his power and knows he can make your life and those closest to you a living hell if you don’t play by his rules.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

It’s hard because Eichi is both a decently vulnerable person to many while also being highly closed off, keeping his feelings so close to his chest it’s hard to believe he even has them. Plus, the level of vulnerability will be even higher, as you likely often do. Take care of him in his weak moments when he’s locked to a hospital room for days, unsure of what the future will look like. It’s moments like that which are the hardest, regardless of if you’ve fallen for him or resent him because there is a deep surrealness to seeing him in that state. That the tyrant Eichi you likely heard stories of, the rule over Yumenosaki that harmed so many, is genuinely just a sickly child who has always feared for losing the future he always wanted a chance of having, a future that could never be. All of it is more than just the present you’re facing. You can see it in his eyes that of the kid he once was and why he is this way. Eichi doesn’t need to tell you with words the vulnerability he has. It’s present every day when you see him, and in a way that sucks, it humanizes him. Pairing this with the fact Eichi never asks for forgiveness makes your heart knot itself even more with a sick confusion of emotions. Really, he never asks for forgiveness from anyone he’s hurt in the past, instead living in peace with the action he takes and does even once he’s apologized.

As for his feelings for you specifically, it’s a decent openness that is masked by his rules and blackmail. You can feel it in how much he wants a normal, domestic relationship, how he acts, and how much he wants you to play the role of a lover. Even in a few of the ways he talks to you, there is a layer where you can tell his genuine cares, which can create a layer of annoyance since there is no need for him to go through all this trouble if that’s what he wanted [though unlikely you could reciprocate after all of this]. But based on how he handled Yumenosaki, there isn’t much surprise you can have that he doesn’t just take the actual easy way but instead chooses to get you to love him through traditional courting. If anything, how much he bears his heart, either on purpose or through other means, can help play into keeping more of your freedom.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Eichi likely doesn’t like thinking too much of his future with you. Ironic as he is someone who always is thinking about the future and the betterment of the industries in the long term, pushing him to do hurtful things to others over what he deems is ‘better for the future.’ But Eichi is aware of the possible little time he has with you. He knows that at any time, it can end and that even if he wants the future, he wants with you to be long, that it isn’t guaranteed. It hurts to know that. Even bringing it up is a sore subject and makes Eichi’s mood noticeably more foul, so it doesn’t take long for you to learn to stay away from the issue. Even if you don’t care for him, I think there is a mental impact on you. Knowing that someone you are faking love for is going to die soon makes it rough for even you to acknowledge. A paradoxical birdcage in a sense; you know that, in a way, it would be freedom regardless of your feelings for him, but that doesn’t mean you want him to pass either; as mentioned before, you understand the level of why he acts this way. Because you again can feel the past and the future that haunts him, the cruelness of the cards in life he was dealt.

However, this likely doesn’t stop Eichi from daydreaming ‘what ifs’ with you. What if he wasn’t sick? What if he could do normal things, be a normal person, and not be so weak all the time? If he wasn’t in and out of the hospital. It honestly annoys him even more, and you can tell if he’s been lingering on the mindset for too long since he’ll be much quicker to become irritated. He’s never liked to dwell on the concept of what-ifs, but there is a future he wants to have. He wants to get married, he wants to start a family that he can live to enjoy, and he wants to continue to be an idol and have you to show off to the world. To have everyone know you are his and his alone. That he is so deeply in love with you that it would be his one last wish for everyone worldwide to know of it.

And to an extent, he does foresee it happening, maybe not all of it, but he has the power to make it happen. A public announcement to your relationship; sure, fans would be upset since he is in one of the most prominent idol groups, but it’s not as if anything could happen to you given the mass safety you are under, aka locked to limited locations and interactions. He can pass off the relationship as being around longer than it has, and you can play the o-so-deeply-in-love companion through blackmail. No one would doubt a thing. You should have known something was wrong when one might he offered a public date [something both of you knew was a risk due to fame and overzealous fans]. It was finally even a crumb of freedom that you almost couldn’t help but be excited about. Even worse, it was enjoyable that if your guard was barely down to start, it ultimately fell by the later hours of the day. Eichi was a shining example of the perfect boyfriend that day. He took you to all your favorite spots and chose activities he knew he could participate in but still things you loved. In a frustrating way, you couldn’t help but note the charm he naturally has that allows him to be such a manipulative powerhouse. Of course, it all came crashing back to reality when he kneeled before you on one of the busiest streets and proposed. That photos of the day likely would be circulating around online even now, and the glaring camera pointed at you. That there was no way you could turn down the heir of the Tenshouin and key idol Eichi in such a busy place— let alone given that he was the one holding all of the cards now. It was a seal of fate for your engagement. The future might not be guaranteed, nor that Eichi could get everything he dreamed of before his life ended but with you publicly tied down to him. Even if he were to pass, you’d be forever sucked, barring the title of a Tenshouin. Even once widowed, he’ll forever be a figure haunting your life from the shadows.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

As I mentioned in that last section, your worst experience as mentioned would be the day of your proposal. As, of course, part of it is what was mentioned before, the crushing feeling of letting your guard down, having a wonderful day, and then the rug being pulled out from under you. To have a feeling that this could be a turning point in the relationship for you two, that maybe you could have him drop everything that happened and work to slowly progress to being an average couple. One where you are monitored, locked up, and blackmailed into staying with him. All of it comes falling back into the reality of your situation. The power Eichi has not only as an idol but through his family and business connections. There is no way you could turn him down; worse, he knows that. That just as always, he is as manipulative to get what he wants rather than trying like an average couple in a normal relationship. It stings even more that you have to put on a joyous act, too, the lights blinding you, so all you can see is white but the feeling of the cameras searing themselves on your body. You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, falling in blobs against your hands, covering your mouth to control your sobs. The whispers of people, ‘is that Tenshouin, that Tenshouin Eichi?’ ‘They must be so happy; look at how emotional they are.’ ‘They look so young; it’s wonderful to find someone that special so you!’ ‘He’s so happy, how could someone break his heart…’ Salt in the wound. You have to push down the wave of nuance, choking out a yes for the crowd. If you thought Eichi fans were bad when they found out you were dating, your heart sunk in the horror at the picture of them founding out that you would reject the painted love of your life in media. As Eichi wrapped his arms around you, sliding the ring onto your finger, you only sobbed harder into his chest, mumbling about how you hated him. You hated him so much, and you know saying that would get some of your rights taken away, but what else could you do? In a moment, he kisses your forehead— a simple ‘I know.’ as the lights continue to sparkle around you.

It feels like forever until you get back to the estate, the ring on your finger weighing like a ton of bricks. The ride in the car back was silent, but everything felt like a thousand words. There was no energy for you to even be upset or want to fight him on the proposal. Even asking if this was real or just an act, you knew deep down this was real. And you knew that once this wedding went through, you’ll forever be stuck in this life, with these asinine rules and logic to appease Eichi. It doesn’t matter, even if you wanted to throw a fit and argue back against this; it would only push him into using the dirt he has on you and those you hold dear or to punish you by taking away parts of your freedom. Or that he already has the excuses lined up about how this can make it easier for you too, not just personally, as now it will be documented but consider the hospital now? Airports, finances, documentation, etc., so much will be less of a burden through marriage. You played this game long enough to know you’ll always be the first to cave. That no matter how smart, how witty, how manipulative you can be, you’re no match with him in the long game. All that was left was changing into nightwear, crawling under the sheets next to your now-fiancee, drifting between sleep.

A big reason why this is the worst as most of the other times is that as much as every other experience sucks, it becomes routine after a while. With that, it’s all so dependent on you specifically. Life with Eichi can be effortless, more than many others, because if you just play the role of someone who loves him, most things can be undeniably smooth. There can be some challenging moments, and losing pieces of your freedom is not easy, but you can still leave the house and talk to some people. That you have access to media and hobbies. Though since this experience can be so varied in how an individual can choose to act, the worst experience would likely be the proposal— it doesn’t matter how much freedom you have or pretend that things are okay because now it’s something that can’t be changed. If you choose to be rude and consistently push back against Eichi, it’s not like he’ll not go through with it. You’ll just be trapped in a single room with little to do and still engaged. Perhaps planning a wedding will give you something to do with your time. Either way, there is no way to put a positive spin on the engagement in the long term.

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Rapist-Simon would record the whole thing and then blackmail you so he can fulfill all his fantasies. 👀

tw/cw: rape & non-con, blackmail, dark content — dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

you're a quiet, docile, and sweet little thing in the military. you're not one to confront others and fear what they'll think of you if you ever do confront them. you avoid arguments and alterations like the plague, desperate not to get on anyone's bad side.

although despite being nothing but sweet to simon, he carries out with his brutality and violence. he's disturbing, he always has been. you've noticed how thrilled he is on the frontline, how excited he gets around you, creepily staring at you. you suspect it may be a slight crush, but you didn't expect to be taken advantage of one night while walking home from the bar after a successful mission.

simon took the opportunity in front of him as soon as it was available to him. he could sense that you were drinking too much, telling the rest of the team that he'd take you back to the base for the night. despite being intoxicated, you're completely aware of everything that happened that fateful and dreadful night. you fear what simon will do if you ever speak up or admit what he'd done to you, where the bruises, scars, and marks came from.

and when you finally attempt to confront simon about the issue, he pulls out a video recording, one you were completely unaware of. you know that if others saw that, you'd be left disgusted with yourself, more than you already are. tears fill your eyes, forced onto your knees and to comply with whatever simon wants, the tip of his girthy cock drooling against your wet, warm tongue.

his thrusts silence your pitiful and pathetic weeps, shoving himself down your throat, shaming you for being such an easy target.

“so fuckin’ easy to convince. what d‘ya think the enemies will do to a dumb little thing’ like you? so compliant, too fuckin’ easy.”

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duskoon · 2 years

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Yandere!Pokèmon rankings:

❂) In this post, I will be ranking the yanderes within Pokèmon. Considering the large rooster, it will be edited multiple times as to include the remaining characters. ❂) It will be denoted by a ⭑. There’s five ranks, the first being the least intense whilst the fifth being the most intense. ❂) It will be based on the yandere’s presence in their s/o’s life, the length they will go to obtain their s/o, the danger they impose on others, and their possessiveness regarding their beloved. ❂) Character that have asterisk behind their name, may change ranking later on.

Tw: Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Possessive behaviours, Mentions of torture, Implied murder, Stalking, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Implied Stockholm syndrome, Manipulation, Psychological abuse, Power imbalance, Unhealthy relationship, Blackmailing, Corruption, Sadism, Bribery, Criminal activities, Abuse of authority, Violence, Dead dove: do not eat.

⭑⭒⭒⭒⭒~Harmless, albeit uncanny.

Presence:Unnoticed. Possessiveness:Extremely low. Manipulative:Extremely low to none. Danger:Minimal.

Those within this category are slightly delusional, yet mild in nature. You might find some insignificant items missing, like a hair pin or brushes. Perhaps, even finding a sweet love letter and a gift on your nightstand from a secret admirer.

They are working hard behind the scenes to protect and serve their darling in any way they possibly can. And, would do so without inciting violence whatsoever or cause unnecessary bloodshed. They revere their darling and by extension their relatives, so long they aren’t abusive towards their beloved.

Most won’t initiate contact with their darling, and would prefer watching them from a safe distant as not to scare them away. If they did come out, they will wax praises and pamper them. Overall, the best yanderes to get stuck with seeing that they’re the least overbearing and manipulative.

Erika

Prof. Elm

Prof. Birch

Alder

N Harmonia(Game & Masters & Generations)

Kahili

Leaf/Green

Red

⭑⭑⭒⭒⭒~Supportive, with a wary streak.

Presence:Noticeable, yet somewhat amiable. Possessiveness:Low. Manipulative:Low. Danger:Low.

Unlike the previous category, these yanderes are more involved in their darling’s life. However, it isn’t with a malicious intent as they only seek the best for them. They are confident in their abilities to mask their obsessive tendencies, in hopes of supporting their beloved. All they want for their s/o is success and would ensure it occurs, even if they have to tweak the system in their favour.

Some would feel guilty, but would eventually delude themselves into thinking that is the best course of action. Most within this category, would try and sway their darling from other people if they personally felt their beloved was threatened. Which is almost, if not, always. If they happen to come across as manipulative, they won’t notice owing to how paranoid and/or delusional they are.

However, they refuse to use physical violence in their confrontation with the assailant. The weight of their words alone should be sufficient in getting them out of the picture. For the most part, they are easily manageable so long you don’t push them away too hard. You would still have your personal agency and autonomy intact.

Blue/Gary

Koga

Sabrina

Lorelei

Prof. Sycamore

Crasher Wake

Fantina

Burgh

N Harmonia(Pokèmon Adventures)

Flint

Elesa

Caitlin

Prof. Juniper(Game)

Guzma

James

Prof. Kukui

Prof. Burnet

Shelly

Matt

*Archer

Petrel

⭑⭑⭑⭒⭒~Danger under the guise of a protecter.

Presence:Overbearingly noticeable. Possessiveness:Medium to high. Manipulative:Medium. Danger:Fluctuating; with a preference to render the opposition defenceless.

Things start to take a turn from this rank and onwards. Yanderes from within this classification would limit their beloved interactions with the external world as much as possible. Mainly due to the nature of their work, or they had previously lost a partner pokémon and would prefer for history not to repeat itself with their beloved. Which makes them seem controlling and rigid in hindsight.

In contrast with the ranks above, they are willing to use violence if they deem it necessary enough to protect their darling. However, they won’t go too far to kill for that goes against their disposition and would cripple their image. In addition of using abusing their respective positions, to keep their s/o alongside them.

Also, they won’t shy away from framing any suspicious individuals for a crime they have not committed for the greater good of their darling. It shouldn’t be that hard considering they hold a significant amount of influence in their regions/organisations. Which would cements them as trustworthy figures. Your personal agency and autonomy starts to dwindle.

Lt. Surge

Bruno

Lance

Norman

Glacia

Steven Stone

Maxie

Archie

Byron

Volkner

Lucien

Cynthia

Looker

Jupiter(Game)

Saturn(Game)

Mars(Game)

Brycen

Drayden

Grimsley

Marshal

Prof. Juniper(Pokémon Adventures)

Malva

Olivia

Nanu

Jessie

Lusamine(Masters)

Ariana

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭒~Run, hide, disguise, and repeat.

Presence:Uncomfortably felt, but not seen. Possessiveness:High. Manipulative:High. Danger:Fluctuating.

They resemble the first rank in the manner they conduct themselves, completely blind from the public’s sight. Yet, their motives are wholly different. They are keeping tabs on you, so they could pinpoint your attributes and use it to their advantage later on. It might take months, even years to plan and execute their scheme. But, they are willing to wait for the right opportunity to do so.

They are self-assured that their efforts will not be for nought, because they will make sure of it by any means available to them. Yanderes within this grouping are elusive, deliberate, and pragmatic in their methods of collecting their beloved and aren’t susceptible to attempts of manipulation.

If there are alternatives that will not attract the attention of the Interpol toward themselves, then they will absolutely take it. Rather than resort to an avoidable murder out of abrupt jealousy. They will only kill, if their hands is forced. Granted that, it will be behind the back of their beloved.

They hold their darling in the highest regards, to the point that the yandere will most likely end up worshiping them. That is the main reason on why they start the process of isolating and conditioning you. So, that you can be receptive only to their affection after your “relocation”. Which is not a matter of if, but when. Escaping them is nigh-impossible, as they have vast resources to find you again. It will definitely not end up very well for you, once they do manage to find you.

Your personal agency -at this point- is very restricted, whilst your autonomy is threatened at best. A word of advise to follow is to run, hide, disguise while you can, and better hope that they do not apprehend you.

Proton

Courtney

Jupiter(Pokémon Adventures)

Saturn(Pokémon Adventures)

Mars(Pokémon Adventures)

Cyrus

Colress(Game & Generations)

Lysandre

Faba

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑~ Arceus, have mercy on you.

Presence:Frightening, yet remains hidden to untrained eyes. Possessiveness:Extremely. Manipulative:Extremely. Danger:Do absolutely not engage with them at any point.

Kill, maim, torture, bribery, blackmailing, and all those just to get their darling. Do not be mistaken, despite that they remain strategic and level-headed in their means like the rank above. Yet, what separates them is their modus operandi. They’re far more selfish and crueller. No moral restrains to hold them back.

Some would murder to make an example of the people, who dared to leer their disgusting eyes on their beloved. They would even make so, that the murder are not directly traced back to them. Yanderes within this rank are likely to be lucid, save for few. They are notable for their shrewdness, controlling, sadistic, and machiavellian deception.

Their area of influence is substantial and much feared comparable to the third rank; it slithers down to the offices of politicians. Which gives them the perfect opportunity to offer them this wonderful “proposal”. They either choose to hand over their beloved, or else the blood of their own people will be on their hands. May-haps a humiliating scandal from their past will make them budge, if they were not concerned for the well being of their people.

Before that, they prefer to try their hands on subtler methodologies. Such as offering their beloved to live with them, if accepted then it will make the processes smoother. Otherwise, they will make sure that you throughly regret your choice. They will toy with your fears, dreams, and values until your mind finally crumbles and submit to their will. They will ensure that you can sense them, but be completely helpless against them. (Usually, by sending their underlings to observe you. It is obvious to you, but not to others. Which makes it harder on your part to seek help. The people you’re seeking help from either would accuse you of paranoia or they were bribed not to help you.)

Pleas of help are utterly useless, as they have absolute control in places where only your mind can imagine. Tis but a price for your disobedience, they say. Once you’re in their hold, they will addle your mind. So much, that the only thing left in your head is to venerate them as much as they do to you. After all, they are the only one who you can truly depend on and love. For they have sheltered and took care of you, in your time of need. Your sense of self has been fully compromised.

Ghetsis

*Colress(Pokèmon Adventures)

Giovanni

Lusamine(Game, especially S/M)

Sird

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ninjastormhawkkat · 9 months

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The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 25

The commissioner tried to compose himself, ignoring the chills he was getting from the mysterious voice. "Look I am in the middle of work right now and wasting valuable time talking to you right now." Watson spoke, sounding annoyed. "If this is an emergency, call one of the operators. If this is some type of stupid prank, hang up or you will be arrested for interfering with police work." "But this is an emergency Commissioner Watson. I have good reason to call." The mysterious caller responded in a tone that if Commissioner Watson hadn't been suspicious of the guy before, he would have believed it to sound like genuine concern. He was about to ask what it was before the caller continued to speak some more. "I mean, your gambling problem would cause anyone to be alarmed, wouldn't it commissioner?" Watson froze in shock, letting out a small gasp, ignoring the caller's snarky change of tone. "How did..I mean..I don't know what you are talking about?" Watson fibbed. The caller, not sounding convinced, proceeded to speak as if giving a scolding lecture. "Oh but I know you know what I am talking about Police Commissioner Watson. Of course there is nothing illegally wrong about someone gambling, unless the law forbids it which it doesn't here. Moral ethics aside, there is nothing to be ashamed of if a person of the law gambles cash in poker games. But I am surprised you have not wracked up any debt from your poker nights. Unless those debts have been paid off with police department funds you have been dipping into from time to time in secret. Unnoticed until now that is. tsk tsk. Now that is definitely illegal here." Commissioner Watson's expression bore one of shock and horror. 'No one was supposed to know about this. How did this person find out? He didn't take too much. He couldn't help it.' As if able to read the commissioner's mind, which Watson would have believed was a strong possibility right now, the caller continued to speak. "Now don't try to deny what I said my dear Commissioner Watson. I have the evidence right in front of me clear as day. Now I am sure you don't want this being revealed to the rest of the department and ultimately the citizens of this fine city if you still want me to call a 911 operator, now would you?" Commissioner Watson gave a defeated sigh. He could hear the caller taunting him even with the disguised voice. "What do you want?" Watson asked with a begrudged tone. "I would like for you and your officers to let Miss Question go. Scamper off on her merry way and forget she was ever there. No reports should mention her even being at the pawn shop. Don't even trying to look for me. I can see you, you can't see me. Just focus on the task I am giving you right now. Keep the line open so I can hear you accomplish your task." The caller commanded. Commissioner Watson stood frozen for what seemed like an eternity. He didn't want to let a criminal walk free, but he had no choice. This mysterious figure knew his darkest secrets. Watson could loose everything if he tried to do the right thing. With a heavy and reluctant sigh, Commissioner Watson sealed his fate, and unknowingly, the fate of the rest of the city. "Let Miss Question go." Police Commissioner Watson commanded the officers as he turned back around to face the others. All the officers, even Miss Question herself, looked shocked at Commissioner Watson's statement. "Um could you repeat that sir?" One officer asked cautiously and with much confusion. Commissioner Watson put on a serious facade as if to say they all heard him correctly and he was making this decision under 'rational' circumstances. "You heard me. Let Miss Question go this time. She hadn't broke any crimes yet. We have no evidence or reason to arrest her right now." Watson put his hands to his hips to emphasize his statement.

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#wordgirl #wordgirl au #the fall of fair city #miss question #police commissioner watson #tw: embezzlement #tw: gambling #tw: manipulation #tw: blackmail

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Quid Pro Quo (Professor! Zeke x Student!Reader)

WARNING: age gap, professor-student relationship (reader is legal), manipulation, noncon, typical blackmail situation, smut, oral, humiliation

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“This isn't good enough. See me in my office later, Y/N.”

A familiar shade of red stains the page as your essay is handed back to you. There's crosses thrown across the page and entire paragraphs circled in bright red, small, with barely legible notes scrawled beside them. You can't read them, but you don't need to. You know what they say. What they mean.

Your heart thumps against your chest. You want to cry.

— —

You wait until late in the evening. The last thing you’d want is for anybody to stumble across the two of you. The grounds are silent, save for the rustling of the leaves in the trees as you walk towards the old building, and there are few lights to guide your way. But you know the route by now.

The oak door gets bigger and bigger until it looms over you, rooting you to the ground as you allow yourself a minute, like every other time, to prepare. To leave, to argue, to run. But the cold of the wind pulls you from your trance. You have no choice.

You don’t knock. He’s expecting you. He doesn’t even look up when you enter, silent at his desk, the scratching of his pen the only noise in the room as he writes. His jacket is off, hanging from the back of his chair, and his dark tie hangs loose around his neck. It’s a complete contrast to his put-together looks throughout the day; pristine, perfectly ironed suits and a smile. Now the top buttons of his shirt are loose, and you can see the dip of his broad chest as he leans over his desk.

You clear your throat, stepping forward into the room a little further.

“Sir.”

He looks up at you, finally, nonchalant as ever as he watches you close the door. He leans back against his chest, watching you through the rim of his round glasses. They glint as he speaks.

“Y/N. Can I help you?”

You don’t know why he does it. Why he makes you come here, makes you stand before him and grovel at his feet, all while he acts oblivious. It’s so unnerving, so sick.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back into his seat and reaching into his pocket. The cigarette he pulls out is the same expensive brand he always smokes. He places it between his lips, balancing it as he watches you, expectantly. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“I’d like to speak to you about my grade.”

You don’t miss the flicker of amusement in his eyes as you speak, but it’s gone quickly with a puff of his cigarette, the smoke clouding round his face. He waits a moment, like he always does, and then speaks.

“I’m afraid the grades you’ve received are non-negotiable. I can’t give out any special treatment, Y/N. You know this.”

He waits, silently. You want to cry. His gaze hardens for a split second and you know you’re keeping him waiting too long for his liking. He enjoys a game, but he gets bored quickly.

“Please.”

He doesn’t speak.

You hate him. You hate him so much. You hate your parents for making you attend university. You hate chance for its unfair ways. You hate the way he touches you. You hate yourself for letting him.

“Please, Sir.” Your voice breaks, a singular tear trickling down your face as you avert your gaze from his face. There’s no smile, just a cruel, satisfied smirk at the way your body recoils from him as the words pass your lips.

You refuse to look as you hear him stand from his desk, watching as he leather Oxfords get closer until they're right in front of you, and you can smell the lit cigarette.

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” he cooes, voice soft and quiet in the silence of his office. His rough fingers come to rest on your chin, turning your head to face him with mock gentleness. “Pretty girls shouldn’t cry.”

He’s so close. You feel trapped. You’re drowning in a mixture of his cologne and smoke, a smell you’ve scrubbed from your skin countless times before. His thumb strokes your skin gently, and his touch sparks goosebumps on your skin. He lets out a soft hum, as if he’s so horrifically torn by the decision he’s about to make.

“You're putting me in a difficult situation here, Y/N.”

He waits a second.

“But maybe I can make an exception for you."

One more.

"You’ll just have to do me a favour in return."

He speaks like it’s the most gracious thing. Like he’s some saint. Like he's not bullied you into this corner countless times before. Like he won't do it again. You want to scream. Instead you meet his eyes, ignoring the soft smirk that forms on his lips.

Your line comes out weak, hopeless.

“I’ll do anything.”

— —

He likes to take it slow at first. You don't know whether the drag of his hands across your skin is for your enjoyment or his. You could take a lucky guess. The minutes he spends touching your skin set you on edge, eyes flickering to the door as images of the two of you being caught flood your brain. The risk is high, it makes you sick. He loves it.

He likes to tell you that what he's doing is for the best. That he's so much older than you, that he’s so much smarter. Surely only a Professor could know what was best for their student? He whispers praise and filth into your skin and tells you that you’re so good for him. That you listen so well. Like a good student. A good girl.

He likes it when you're beneath him. When you stare up at him with teary eyes and a helpless look on your face as he sits you on his desk. He parts your legs forcefully to step between them, guiding your head towards him. You don’t want to react to the feel of his rough palms travelling between the material of your skirt to the top of your thighs, but you can’t help but gasp as they enter you, curling and prodding at your walls.

He likes your skirt to stay on. The way it falls across your skin when he fucks into you, the material creasing beneath his grip on your thighs. The wood of his desk bruises your stomach with every thrust forwards, his thick fingers gripping your tits through the material of your shirt. You leave with bruises that never seem to fade.

He likes your reflection in the mirror that he fucks you in front of. Likes the way your nervous expression morphs into pleasure as he has his way with you. The way fear flickers across your eyes every now and then as you come back to your senses, the way it’s gone with the light pressure of his thumb on your clit. Your body shakes in his hold and he can only admire how perfect you look as you take his cock. So cute.

When you’re on the floor, knees pressing uncomfortably into the hard oak panels as his cock pounds into your throat. Your nails dig into his thighs and your whines are silenced as you gag around him. His own grunts are always loud, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he releases into your throat, pulling out just in time to taint your skin.

He likes you to say thank you, afterwards. To pick yourself up and ignore the shake in your legs as he places a light kiss on your forehead. To leave without a word.

And to return, as always, the next time.

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