Within the past month and a half, my blog was shadowbanned, terminated, and finally reinstated. It wasn't exactly a fun experience, so I wanted to put together what I learned to help others figure out next steps.
What is "shadowbanning"?
What we refer to as "shadowbanning" is actually a spam mitigation tool. If you're shadowbanned, you won't be able to:
DM anyone (in fact the DM tab will disappear from your app and will not load in a browser)
Reply to anything (even your own posts)
Send asks (tumblr will tell you they went through, but they won't arrive until the shadowban is resolved)
View your posts in the tags or in search
See your reblogs and likes in the notes
Notifications for these actions will also be suppressed. The person that you reblogged or liked from will get a ghost notification instead. The number goes up but then there's no new notification when you check.
And this makes sense! None of us want spam accounts clogging up the notes or the tags with malicious links. However, it can happen to real people. And when it does, it's most often caused by glitches.
You will not receive any notice or warning that this has happened. The only way you'll know is by these functions either disappearing and/or consistently giving you errors. The only thing you can do is put in a ticket via Support Form and wait. Reports over on reddit indicate a 6 month average wait to hear back on shadowbans prior to the layoffs. It seems likely longer now, but you still have access to your blog and followers can still see you from their dashboards. (If you were using a VPN and got shadowbanned, you'll probably want to stop. More on that at the end.)
Termination
Most of the recent reports from people who've had their blogs terminated (myself included) received no warning beforehand and no email notice after. This is because it was an automated action.
If your account has been terminated, you'll get a seemingly random log-in error message. If you attempt to log in, you'll be immediately prompted to change your password. Once you finally get logged in, you'll get an ominous screen with the old shade of tumblr blue telling you that your account has been terminated.
Don't panic. Your main blog gets locked up and will display as deactivated, but it is still recoverable. (Your sideblogs will appear to stay active but inaccessible.) Staff can reinstate your account, you just have to put in a ticket.
Note: It does sound like accounts that break TOS and are terminated are still receiving ban emails. I have not experienced this, so I cannot speak to how much of this applies there.
Fill out the Support Form
If you are shadowbanned or your account is wrongfully terminated, you need to fill out the Support Form. However, there are some complications to that...
Those of us who've been terminated have found that:
You will not get a confirmation email if you fill out the form for Terminated Account
You will not get a confirmation email if you fill out the support form using the email address on file for your terminated account
To be clear: if you fill out the form for the accurate reason with the correct email address as instructed, you will land on a webpage telling you to expect an email, but it will not arrive. However, it's very likely the form actually goes through. Start with a ticket for Terminated Account under the correct email address and see if you get a confirmation. Try this exactly once.
If you don't get a confirmation email and you're feeling anxious, you might want to try with a different email address (one completely unassociated with your tumblr account) for Account Access. Include your actual email address for your account in the body of the ticket and mention that you tried to fill it out before but received no confirmation. Again, it's very likely the form went through with the first method, so try this method exactly once.
Don't fill out the form more than twice, and don't put in multiple tickets after getting a confirmation email. This may result in your ticket being marked as spam. Once you have a confirmation email, the only thing to do is sit tight and wait for a response. Support is still replying to tickets. It took a week for me to hear back, and reports from others have been within the same general timeframe.
VPNs
Now we're getting to the why: most of the people reporting being shadowbanned or terminated in the last week have also reported using a VPN (notably Proton for a few of us). VPNs are not against TOS, but automated webtools can't always distinguish bad actors from legitimate users if both are routing traffic through the same place.
Given how short-staffed tumblr is at the moment, I would recommend split-tunneling to exclude tumblr from your VPN. This should allow you to keep the rest of your internet surfing private, while hopefully avoiding having your account suppressed or locked. (No guarantees, it could always happen for other reasons.)
If your VPN can exclude based on URL or app, you're golden. If you need tumblr's IP addresses, then this is what I found:
66.6.44.4 is listed in the Help Documentation
However, an IP address for Automattic 192.0.77.40 is what pings
Ultimately, it's going to be up to you to weigh your privacy while using tumblr vs retaining access to your blog.
Xitter and Reddit
TumblrSupport over on Xitter now is officially unmonitored. The account occasionally replies to redirect people to fill out the Support Form but that's about it. The TumblrHelp subreddit appears to be entirely impacted users now as well. Obviously posting there was helpful in piecing together what happened, and it doesn't hurt to post in either place, but the Support Form is the best bet at this point. Fill it out first.
I know it feels isolating to have this happen, but these things tend to happen in waves so you are likely not the only one dealing with it. It'll get resolved, just give it time.
Within the past month and a half, my blog was shadowbanned, terminated, and finally reinstated. It wasn't exactly a fun experience, so I wanted to put together what I learned to help others figure out next steps.
What is "shadowbanning"?
What we refer to as "shadowbanning" is actually a spam mitigation tool. If you're shadowbanned, you won't be able to:
DM anyone (in fact the DM tab will disappear from your app and will not load in a browser)
Reply to anything (even your own posts)
Send asks (tumblr will tell you they went through, but they won't arrive until the shadowban is resolved)
View your posts in the tags or in search
See your reblogs and likes in the notes
Notifications for these actions will also be suppressed. The person that you reblogged or liked from will get a ghost notification instead. The number goes up but then there's no new notification when you check.
And this makes sense! None of us want spam accounts clogging up the notes or the tags with malicious links. However, it can happen to real people. And when it does, it's most often caused by glitches.
You will not receive any notice or warning that this has happened. The only way you'll know is by these functions either disappearing and/or consistently giving you errors. The only thing you can do is put in a ticket via Support Form and wait. Reports over on reddit indicate a 6 month average wait to hear back on shadowbans prior to the layoffs. It seems likely longer now, but you still have access to your blog and followers can still see you from their dashboards. (If you were using a VPN and got shadowbanned, you'll probably want to stop. More on that at the end.)
Termination
Most of the recent reports from people who've had their blogs terminated (myself included) received no warning beforehand and no email notice after. This is because it was an automated action.
If your account has been terminated, you'll get a seemingly random log-in error message. If you attempt to log in, you'll be immediately prompted to change your password. Once you finally get logged in, you'll get an ominous screen with the old shade of tumblr blue telling you that your account has been terminated.
Don't panic. Your main blog gets locked up and will display as deactivated, but it is still recoverable. (Your sideblogs will appear to stay active but inaccessible.) Staff can reinstate your account, you just have to put in a ticket.
Note: It does sound like accounts that break TOS and are terminated are still receiving ban emails. I have not experienced this, so I cannot speak to how much of this applies there.
Fill out the Support Form
If you are shadowbanned or your account is wrongfully terminated, you need to fill out the Support Form. However, there are some complications to that...
Those of us who've been terminated have found that:
You will not get a confirmation email if you fill out the form for Terminated Account
You will not get a confirmation email if you fill out the support form using the email address on file for your terminated account
To be clear: if you fill out the form for the accurate reason with the correct email address as instructed, you will land on a webpage telling you to expect an email, but it will not arrive. However, it's very likely the form actually goes through. Start with a ticket for Terminated Account under the correct email address and see if you get a confirmation. Try this exactly once.
If you don't get a confirmation email and you're feeling anxious, you might want to try with a different email address (one completely unassociated with your tumblr account) for Account Access. Include your actual email address for your account in the body of the ticket and mention that you tried to fill it out before but received no confirmation. Again, it's very likely the form went through with the first method, so try this method exactly once.
Don't fill out the form more than twice, and don't put in multiple tickets after getting a confirmation email. This may result in your ticket being marked as spam. Once you have a confirmation email, the only thing to do is sit tight and wait for a response. Support is still replying to tickets. It took a week for me to hear back, and reports from others have been within the same general timeframe.
VPNs
Now we're getting to the why: most of the people reporting being shadowbanned or terminated in the last week have also reported using a VPN (notably Proton for a few of us). VPNs are not against TOS, but automated webtools can't always distinguish bad actors from legitimate users if both are routing traffic through the same place.
Given how short-staffed tumblr is at the moment, I would recommend split-tunneling to exclude tumblr from your VPN. This should allow you to keep the rest of your internet surfing private, while hopefully avoiding having your account suppressed or locked. (No guarantees, it could always happen for other reasons.)
If your VPN can exclude based on URL or app, you're golden. If you need tumblr's IP addresses, then this is what I found:
66.6.44.4 is listed in the Help Documentation
However, an IP address for Automattic 192.0.77.40 is what pings
Ultimately, it's going to be up to you to weigh your privacy while using tumblr vs retaining access to your blog.
Xitter and Reddit
TumblrSupport over on Xitter now is officially unmonitored. The account occasionally replies to redirect people to fill out the Support Form but that's about it. The TumblrHelp subreddit appears to be entirely impacted users now as well. Obviously posting there was helpful in piecing together what happened, and it doesn't hurt to post in either place, but the Support Form is the best bet at this point. Fill it out first.
I know it feels isolating to have this happen, but these things tend to happen in waves so you are likely not the only one dealing with it. It'll get resolved, just give it time.
Snap people I don’t see people use often + it’s not secure. But you can also easily post photos for people to see without sending to people 1 by 1 I guess
Session and Zangi are secure. Session is getting shut down soon, but is widely used. Zangi is similar enough to it to take its place. AND neither asks for email or phone whatsoever.
Discord is also widely used but not secure/private either
Telegram asks for phone, which is immediately not secure + isn’t encrypted by default
So all of them have pros and cons?? I’m just sticking with discord and tumblr, those are the only ways you can reach me!
KINKTOBER DAY 6 - PROFESSOR AU WITH CILLIAN MURPHY
Pairing.| Cillian Murphy x fem!reader
Summary.| You’re Professor Murphy’s star student and play on his obvious obsession with you. But when he eavesdrops on a secret of yours, he has to mark you as his.
Warnings.| Dubcon, noncon, head f!receiving, groping, manipulative, blackmail, Cillian a creep.
Word count.| 2.6k
You were a teacher’s pet. It was in your female nature to grovel to those men in power. Your future depends on it hence why you need to take every opportunity you could. Professor Murphy, your literature teacher had a spellbinding fixation on you. You were his unsaid favorite student. You knew Mr Murphy had the hots for you from day one. It was a different kind of confidence boost you craved everytime you walked into his class.
It was a dirty pleasure of yours, being a tease. It’s common for you to act in such a way, many other women do. Women desire male attention to feel validated, to feel good about themselves. A lot of the time it’s based on their raising, a lack of parenthood as an example.
Mr Murphy would bend at the knee for you. He always had your best interest in class. You’d receive extra help from him without asking. He’d reply to your emails in a snap. Your little mistakes on your assignments would also go unnoticed by him. In return, you dressed flatteringly for him. Short skirts and cleavage showing every lecture, just for his ogling eyes.
Flirting with him was a piece of cake, and he licked his lips clean every single damn time. Sometimes you’d brush your fingers over his. Grab onto his shoulder as you leant over him to point something out. But who really gave a shit. He pretended to be too much of a gentleman to bring to light your subtle advances, but really he was too horny to brush away those opportunities. It made him miss his youth a bit too much.
But one day you made the dumb decision of being too open in front of your professor. An urge inside of you wanted him to hear - because you knew he was already listening - that you were still a virgin. Your tongue dript of so much dignity, pride and amour propre that it would be considered a slipping hazard. A rush of adrenaline clouded your logical judgment. It’s normal to act with emotions over maturity, even at your age.
Of course your eyes have seen a couple of cocks in your life. Your hands and mouth have touched them, but you refused to a man touch you, let alone fuck you. Truth was, you were iffy with having a man inside of you. Someone touching you in that manner made you feel dirty. The longer you waited from puberty, the less you desired to do it. Your self-esteem ended up relying on your state of virginity.
When his class was dismissed, Professor Murphy couldn’t pull out his aching dick quick enough as he fisted himself behind his desk. Quicker than anticipated, he spurted out his white seed against the draw as he panted heavily, his chest heaving. He grumbled your name over and over, craving you to be underneath him.
His mind was a drawing board on how to devour you. There were so many possibilities, but all could have severe consequences if he acted through his primal needs. But now, Professor Murphy knew that he had to act quick. A fellow classmate has captured your attention. William was kind, funny, considerate, and promising. Not to mention, a great kisser. But you were still too subconscious to let him touch you that explicitly. You started sitting next to him in class, he was distracting you a lot. Your attention on Mr Murphy lowered. Do you wonder how Mr Murphy felt?
His blood boiled. He was ready to commit murder at that moment. But no, he just had to act quicker and sharper. He had to confess, you had to confess, your binding love for one another. It was understanding, why would you admit such a thing on your own? Professor Murphy understood how anxious and restricting you would be on your thoughts towards him, towards being together.
Yet, he couldn’t help but to wonder if you were trying to move on or trying to make him jealous. Both seemed to be logical. Either you couldn’t deal with the pain of wanting a man you couldn’t have or you wanted to make him break his moral code, his legal obligation. You got a reaction out of him, that’s for sure.
His emotions got the better of him however. He was a harsh critic of your recent assignment, clearly shown through his final mark. You’ve never failed at anything before. Not only was it a massive smack to your ego, your scholarship depended on it. It made you angry, frustrated and anxious. So you had to know how on earth you could have failed.
As you stood before him, you went unnoticed. It was a first, him not noticing you. The insecurity weighed down on you. Like everyone sitting in the room was watching you. “Sir, I don’t understand my mark” you mumbled, fingers twirling with one another as you stood before him sitting at his desk.
He took a moment to acknowledge you before he even spoke. “I suppose I could go over it in detail with you” he replied, his no eye contact and no emotional tone left you dumbfounded. “But I wouldn’t be available until after my meetings after school hours” he added, finally making eye contact with you.
No, you had to be in over your head right now. He was not making a sexual advance on you. That anxious mind of yours was thinking of the worst possible outcomes. But his dark expression told you otherwise.
“I suppose I could give you a call when you’re free” you half offered, half begged since your dignity and desperation fought with each other.
“It would be easier doing it in person” he counted, fuck. “Just drop by my office after seven” he said carelessly, not phased if any other student would hear. Your heart started pounding. He spoke as if you were already consenting to this. How were you meant to reply to that? “Is that all?” Mr Murphy asked, a small grin on his lips. You nodded your head and did the walk of shame back to your seat.
You couldn’t look at him for the rest of the class. It made you feel nauseous and your skin was crawling. But he had no shame in watching you. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his was picturing fucking you in every position possible.
Later in the day, you walked the deserted halls. Your mary jane shoes clanked over the polished floors. No one was at school at this time since it was a Friday. You could hear your footsteps echo down the hallways. With a hesitant thought, you knocked on his office door. He called you in, the door creaked open.
“Hi there” he smiled, sitting behind his desk, the only source of lighting was his desk lamp. All of the blinds were shut. As you began to walk to the desk, he stopped you, “shut the door behind you, love”. Obediently doing as you were told, you shut the door slowly, your hand placed firmly on the knob. “Now, lock it” he ordered. You don’t know why you did it. Maybe because you were intimidated, anxious of what he would have done if you didn’t. Or maybe because it made your core naturally clench. “Come here” he gestured, you did, there was usually a pair of chairs in front of his desk but they were out of sight. Walking up to him, your teacher turned his seat to face you, legs wide open, silence filled the room.
“Come on” he grinned, his hand patting his slim thigh.
“Professor” you whimpered.
“Do what your professor tells you” he sighed, a hint of frustration in his tone as he patted his thigh on a slow heavy beat.
“I thought we were going to go over my mark” you responded through a clenched jaw, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“We can do that later” he said blankly.
“I want to do it now” you whimpered, finding it hard to keep your guard up, your posture curling forward. “This is what I came over for, remember?” You tried to show some sternness, remembering you still had to have some power over him. His expression was as cold as ice.
“Fine, you were sloppy. Your piece lacked creativity. I’ve never read something more rushed, do you know how many grammar issues I found?” he spat. You felt yourself tear up, not sure if it’s because of his tone or the fact that you were always a high achiever. Out of the blue he added a ultimatum, “I haven’t entered it yet, if you submit to me, then I’ll give you a more generous mark”. His eyes were dark and tone was blank.
You gasped out and took a large step back. Professor Murphy stood from his seat abruptly, making you flinch.
“No- I, I can’t do that. That’s wrong” you shook your head, hiding your tempting body with your arms.
Mr Murphy sighed, his eyes lingering up and down your perfect figure. His mouth always frothed over when he saw you wear that beige pleated tennis skirt with the white see through blouse.
“I won’t tell… Will you?” He cocked an eyebrow, head tilted as he carefully stepped towards you, as if you were a timid animal.
“No” you replied softly.
“Then what’s wrong?” Mr Murphy pulled a face.
“I’ve never had sex before” you whimpered.
“I know baby, I know. You said that knowing I’d hear you. A cry out in hopes that I would claim you. The clouds have rained a blessing for us both. I can’t wait any longer, I can’t risk you acting foolishly with anyone” he mumbled slightly towards the end. “I know you have feelings towards me” he brought to light. “And I want you to know that I reciprocate those feelings” a gentle sigh escaped his lips.
As the distance closed in, Mr Murphy grabbed onto your hands and placed them on his beating chest. His expression was hidden by the dark, your face scrunched as you tried to decipher anything. Your heavy breathing filled the room, your ears felt blocked as you blinked with teary eyes. Slowly, he placed his hand on your heartbeat, but gradually his hand began to roam across your breasts. His other hand snaked around the small of your back, his fingers cautiously tugging your shirt out of your skirt.
“You can’t help but to feel subconscious over your attraction towards me. It’s taboo after all, you’re so young. You still have a life to live. I’d want to get over it as well, it must hold you back so much” another sigh, a gentle smile on his lips. “But I’m here, right now. I need you to know that. That it’s me here” he said unsmiling now, his grip on your back much tighter than before.
“I don’t want to fuck you!” you shrieked, your lips trembling. It was all a joke, it was just fun to tease him, with all of them. After trying to rip yourself out of his firm hold, you lost balance and fell onto your backside.
You never could have predicted him to be so obsessed, so insane even though it was as clear as daylight. It terrified that he felt this way about you. Mr Murphy acted swiftly and pounced at you before you could get up. He pinned you down, your head whacked against the floorboards. You cried and thrashed to break free but it was no use when his hand smacked over your open mouth. “Why are you fighting me? You wanted this didn’t you!” Mr Murphy hissed with frustration. Hushing you of your muffled cries, he held you still until you managed to calm down.
“Now, don’t be a fucking prickteaser” he spat by your ear. “Sick of your fucking vamping, when I was so good to you” he mumbled as he started kissing your neck. You whined underneath him, still squirming like crazy, but he held you down with ease. “Now, be a good girl and stay quiet otherwise I’m going to have to spank you” he warned, a cheeky grin on his lips. His clamped hand slipped down, his fingers brushed over your wobbly lips.
“Please sir, I don’t like this” you cried, keeping your volume down low. Mr Murphy started cooing you and brushed your hair to the side.
“Hey, you’re stressing over nothing. I’m going to take care of you, okay baby?” Mr Murphy assured. His expression was unhinged but tone was kind.
The only way you could respond to that was by quietly crying more. There were so many things going unnoticed by you, like how badly your body was shaking or how your core was squeezing like crazy. Admiring your face, Mr Murphy slid his hand down to your breasts and began kneading them, you bit your lower lip.
“Such a good girl” he praised. “Always dressing up for me, looking sexy, just to make me happy” he grinned. “So your cunt is untouched mhm?” He questioned with his hands unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your cream bra.
“Y-yes” you whimpered.
“Good girl, you were saving yourself for someone special, for me right?” Mr Murphy asked, a sinister look on him.
“Yes” you unwillingly repeat yourself. A soft moan fell off your lips as he played with your tits roughly.
Slapping both of them harshly, you shrieked as he rode up your skirt, revealing your matching panties. “You did this on purpose yeah?” He mumbled with a grin. To keep him happy, you nodded.
Slowly, he slid down your panties, you whined, heart racing and throat tightening as he pulled your panties off complete. Mr Murphy hushed you and slid down to practically lay on his chest as he took your thighs to wrap around his head. His ass was poking up like a slut, legs planted widely apart as he admired your gorgeous cunt in the dim lighting. The first lick was slow, he grumbled as you yelped at the sensation that ran up your skin. The next lick was deeper but quicker, Mr Murphy’s eyes rolled back, his cock twitching in his pants. Fingernails digging into your bare skin, you tried to grip onto the floorboards but found your hands slipping too much for your liking, resulting in you gripping onto his luscious, dark hair.
His tongue slipped along your slit, your core was gushing now. Whimpering against his tongue, you found your back arching and hips locking up onto his mouth. Circles around your clit, up, down and zig zagging along your slit, deep inside your canal, Mr Murphy’s tongue was attacking your cunt in every movement. Your sweet, soft moans were music to his ears.
Your walls began pulsing around his tongue, your legs shaking like crazy and your words unable to form a sentence. Nose deep into your cunt, your teacher started moaning into you, the vibrations made you yelp. With a massive pop sound, he pulled his mouth away from your cunt.
“Does my sweet girl want to finish?” He smugly asked, his fingers slipping over your folds. You nodded instantly, hips moving up higher to him. Mr Murphy chuckled, a finger slowly slipping inside of you. You mewled, his tongue warmed you up but it still hurt to have his finger inside of you. “You’re gonna have to get used to my fingers first if you want to come. God, how are you going to react when you feel my cock inside of you?” he pursed one’s lips.
Summary | You go to the bathroom to hook up with a guy you just met.
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, face fucking, filthy oral (obviously lol. What else do you expect from me?), degradation, humiliation, goes from con to non con, objectification, misogyny, Jackson’s a dick.
Words | 1.3 k
Notes | Yes this is based off of porn lmao.
Ao3 link | <3
Masterlist
“Get on your knees.” The stranger locked the door and you tried not to think too hard about the fact that you were in a public bathroom as you kneeled on the floor… You looked up at him, watching him walk closer until he was right in front of you. “Do you like degradation?”
“Yeah.” You said, blushing a little.
“Good. You know what to do.” Your blush darkened and you reached for his belt, quickly unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants to free his cock. He was already half hard and you did your best not to gasp at his size. As you stroked him slowly, he only got bigger, making you even more nervous and excited. “If I wanted a hand job, I could’ve done that myself.” He warned.
In response, you leaned down and enveloped the head of his cock in your mouth, gently suckling on it as you stroked the base. After a moment, you started bobbing your head, going farther down each time. You were able to make it a little more than halfway down when he hit the back of your mouth. He let you do that for a while, then gathered your hair in one hand, making you pull back.
“Don’t push me all the way down.” You said quickly. He huffed, but agreed, so you continued. He only allowed you to control the pace for another moment before taking over, slowly dragging you up and down his cock. You hollowed your cheeks and flattened your tongue against his length, forcing a low moan out of him.
“God— you’re so good at this.” He groaned and you brought a hand up to cup his balls, making his hips jerk. When you choked and looked up at him, he gave you a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Wasn’t expecting it.” His tone was barely apologetic and you did your best not to roll your eyes.
“Do you usually suck strangers' cocks in public bathrooms?” He said with a smirk, making you whine in response. “You don’t even know my name.” He chuckled. “And yet here you are… letting me use your mouth like a cunt.” You sobbed out a moan, feeling a wave of humiliation and arousal pass through you.
“If you’re gonna act like a filthy whore, I guess I should treat you like one, right?” He suddenly pulled you off and pushed you lower. “Suck my balls.” You let out a strangled whimper and he pushed your face into them, adding to your humiliation. You didn’t know how he was able to say those words and not get embarrassed… Maybe because the actual act is more embarrassing for you than it is for him to just say it. Tentatively opening your mouth, you started gently sucking on one, feeling your whole face heat up with a blush.
“You can do better than that.” He scoffed. “You’re on the floor of a public bathroom with a stranger’s balls in your mouth. Act like it, bitch.” You whined, but started working with more enthusiasm, sucking and licking until he started groaning quietly. “There you go.” He cooed mockingly.
Once he was satisfied, he pulled you back up and forced you onto his cock again. He grabbed your hair with both hands and started moving you faster, practically jerking himself off with your mouth— the thought had you whining and squeezing your thighs together. The noises that filled the bathroom were obscene as more and more saliva built up in your mouth. That, along with his moans that were steadily increasing in volume, were probably almost audible from the other side of the door.
“Fuck… Don’t stop.” As if you could if you wanted to. His hands tightened on your hair and he continued moving you up and down his cock, keeping his thrusts shallow. “Good fucking girl… Such a good cock sleeve.” He groaned and you whined at the degrading words. You looked up at him through your lashes and found him already staring down at you. When he met your gaze, he moaned quietly and threw his head back a little. His movements sped up and got sloppier, almost hitting the back of your mouth with each thrust.
“Are you gonna swallow all of my come?” He asked, voice becoming breathier as he got closer to the edge. “You’re gonna take it all like a good little whore should, right? Swallow every drop?” You did your best to make a sound that showed you were agreeing with him. He let out a choked moan at the feeling and started moving your head even faster. Saliva was spluttering out of your mouth, going down your chin and his balls, making you feel even dirtier. But it also had you squeezing your thighs together even harder.
“Fuck— I’m gonna come… Are you ready for it?” He was panting now and you whined in response. With the way he was fucking your mouth, the sound came out garbled, getting lost in the other noises filling the room. “Swallow my fucking come, bitch.” He gritted, flattening his hands on the back of your head, then pushing you down. You choked when he hit the back of your mouth, but he continued applying pressure until he was in your throat. You gagged violently and brought your hands up to his thighs, trying to push him away as tears quickly built up in your eyes. He moaned loudly when the first rope of come spurted out from his cock, hitting the back of your throat.
“Good girl.” He groaned, keeping your face buried in his pelvis no matter how hard you choked or tried to push him away. When you kept struggling, he muttered out in a gruff tone, “Fucking take it, cunt.” The tears in your eyes finally fell and you started slapping his thighs, digging your nails into them— doing anything to get him to let go, but he barely even faltered.
He continued moaning, rutting his hips against your face even though he couldn’t go any deeper. By now, it felt like you were running out of oxygen and you were practically dry heaving with how hard and frequently you were gagging. You started hitting his thighs more frantically now, desperately trying to get away, but all he did was grab your head harder and hold you against him more firmly.
He waited until his cock stopped twitching before suddenly removing his hands, letting you jerk back. You coughed almost violently as you tried to catch your breath, feeling some of his come spill out of your mouth, running down your chin to the floor. Distantly you could hear his heavy breathing as he came down from his high while you collected yourself.
You quickly wiped away the tears on your cheeks and did your best to wipe away the mess on your chin. You honestly didn’t know how to feel right now. Your body still wanted to cry because of all of the stress it was just under, but your mind was fucking livid.
“Do I have to eat you out?” He asked, sounding almost annoyed by the idea. You looked up at him with a glare, watching him stuff his softening cock back in his pants.
“Fuck you.” You spat, making him smirk a little.
“Yeah, I figured.” He chuckled. “Thanks though.” When you looked away, he grabbed your chin and pulled you back to face him. “You were decent, but I guess I can’t really complain since it was free.” Your gaze hardened and you slapped his hand away from your face, making him laugh quietly again. His gaze dragged down your body, from the smeared spit and come on your chin, to the small puddle of it on the floor.
“You should consider doing this full time.” He smirked, looking into your eyes again. “You might want to practice a little more, but it’s better when you have to be forced down.”
“Fuck you.” You repeated, more viciously this time. He let out a quiet chuckle as he walked toward the door and opened it.
Summary - Jackson was assigned with assassinating you, but how could he kill such a sweet thing like yourself?
Warnings - 18+, noncon, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, smut.
Word count - 1.3k
Your apparent premature death was a tragedy to the world. A sudden shock to hear a promising young woman to have been deemed dead by a shipwreck with a handful of casualties. It was predicted that you would live a fulfilling life, by being the daughter of an established politician. You were goal driven, focused on your studies and wanted to help change the world for the better. That was all gone now, but you were never even on the fucking boat.
When Jackson Rippner was assigned with assassinating you for revenge against your father, the first thing he wondered was who would want to kill a sweet thing like yourself? The more he studied you, the more he desired you. It was only reasonable to have a taste of you before he killed you. It’d be like throwing away a freshly baked cake.
But he became infatuated by you when you fought, swore, cried and begged underneath him. The way you were able to make him come so fucking hard, not to mention the way he was able to make you come so fucking hard, sealed a new fate for you.
Jackson was never one to renegotiate, but he made an exception for you. For free of charge on Jackson’s sole behalf, and an unwritten waiver that if you were to ever be found alive, the client and Jackson’s company had no involvement, you could live. He thought he was doing you a favour, you were not dead because of him. But you weren’t exactly living either.
Your prison was a modern cabin in upstate New York. Jackson chose this home many years ago because he liked being secluded, he didn’t trust people and valued his privacy. It never really crossed his mind that he would share his humble home with anyone in the near future.
“Sweetheart?” Jackson called out, shutting the garage door behind him and dropping his suitcase.
He pouted his lips as he looked around the main living area for you. He climbed up the flight of stairs and headed straight for the bedroom, a smirk on his lips. You weren’t on the bed, but in the corner of the room all curled up.
“Oh baby” Jackson sighed as he slid off his jacket. You looked up to him with tear stained eyes. “Come here” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Hesitantly, you got up and gradually went to him. You straddled his lap, because he would have it no other way and he caressed your flustered cheeks.
You couldn’t help but to be relieved when he did come home. Isolation can drive people insane. He liked not talking to you when he was gone, just to make you go that little bit more crazy that what if he never came back. He thought it would make you acknowledge him more, he was right.
“Oh, how I missed you baby. Sorry I was gone for so long, business just got a bit out of hand. I was able to manage though” he explained as he petted your hair, admiring how you were wearing his shirt like always.
“I-I missed you too” you stuttered out. Jackson smiled and you could feel his cock harden underneath you. You were hesitant to ask, “you’re not leaving again, are you?”
“No baby, I’ll be staying for a while. I deserve a break” he answered softly, his lips brushing over your ear.
You didn’t reply, but instead laid your head onto his shoulder. Jackson couldn’t help to have a smug look on his face by thinking of the progress your relationship has made. At first, you despised his touch. He had to take a bit of time off work just to break you down, train you. Christ, he didn’t expect you to have so much dignity and fight in you. Not that he thought that was a bad thing.
There was only one occasion where you almost managed to escape. You managed to slip out of your restraints and successfully unlocked the door just for the alarm to go off. You bolted for your life, but Jackson was quick to catch up. Typically, you tripped and rolled your ankle. Jackson made sure to drag you back to the house by your injured ankle. Where he tied you up tightly to the bed, stuck a vibrator in you and left you for over an hour. Afterwards, he fucked you and your overstimulated cunt a couple of times just to really remind you not to ever pull another stunt like that again.
When Jackson did have the trust in you to be left alone, he wasn't hesitant to threaten you by killing your whole family if you tried to hurt yourself whilst he was gone. Yeah, it was nice to think about how far you guys had come.
“Baby, show me how much you missed me” Jackson murmured as the sensation of you pressed against him.
You sluggishly lifted your head and leant in to kiss him. Jackson’s arms snaked around your back and he fell back onto the bed. Your hips humped his slowly and controlled. You were rolled over onto your back as Jackson began to unbutton his shirt.
“Tell me, did you miss me? Or my cock?” Jackson teased as he pulled off his shirt and threw it aside.
“Both” you sighed, gradually unbuttoning your own shirt.
“Oh, lucky us” he grinned as he pulled out his hard cock.
Jackson pulled off your shorts and panties with ease and aligned his cock to your entrance. He didn’t even have to consider spitting into his hand, he knew you were already dripping. With a stern push, he was inside of you. A harsh moan left your lips in the process.
“That’s a good girl” Jackson grunted as he went on to find his pacing, “taking my cock so well. God how I fucking missed you” he kissed your jaw.
You hated him. Every single thing about him, you despised. Mostly, you hated how you depended on him. Jackson Rippner was all that you had now, so you couldn’t even hate him anymore. Every breath you took was for him. Your life was his for the taking.
“Fuck” Jackson purred by your ear. “I can feel how much you missed me” he mumbled, your walls clenched against him in a rhythm.
Your legs wrapped around his snatched waist as he started pounding into you. Jackson was deeply groaning with his forehead pressed against yours, your hands pinned above your head by his. You started crying out when he hit your sensitive spot. So he kissed you to make you feel better.
“Can you finally see how I saved you?” Jackson smugly asked, his hands now on your hips. There will definitely be a bruise in the morning.
“Yes” you exhaled, your arms wrapped around his back, nails dug into his bare skin.
“Do you love me?” Jackson asked, slightly unsure if he even wanted to hear your answer.
“Yes” you breathed, he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “I love you Jackson” you admitted, knowing it’s what he wanted to hear.
Jackson didn’t say it back, but it was clear he did, in his own little fucked up way. His smile was soft and hopeful. Unexpectedly, he came inside of you, a broken moan leaving his lips.
“Fuck, I’m sorry baby. I just missed you so much” he apologised, slowly pumping himself inside of you, you moaned softly.
Aiming for your sweet spot, Jackson started pumping rapidly against you. You bit your lip as you quickly came undone around him, your walls pulsing against his sticky member. Laying defeated in the bed, Jackson pulled himself out and smiled at your mixed fluids on himself.
Jackson fell onto the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms. “You’ll never understand how happy I am to have decided not to kill you” he murmured by your ear as you laid in an unfazed state.
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