#mmiller

[mm1ller]

DRAGONFRUIT YEEAAHHH

It took me a long time to draw, I hope you like it ;D

[foxburdened]

Yandere!Stalker!Master Miller.... <3

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Kidnapping, Drugging, Manipulation, Forced Marriage, Stockholm Syndrome.

He felt sick to his stomach when he first saw you. He knew that being in Alaska for this long had started to make him more lonely, but he couldn't have anticipated this deep-pitted feeling of sickly dread when he laid his eyes on you. It was like an unnerving out-of-body experience.

He couldn't stop thinking about you afterward. Were you just visiting? Are you a new resident? Would he ever see you again? Many thoughts circled through his mind. No matter what he tried to do to distract himself, nothing worked. Listening to the radio, working out in his home gym, taking care of the dogs, cooking, etc., you were always in the back of his mind.

The next time he did his usual supply run, his heart raced, wondering if he'd see you again. When he popped in his home bar for a short stint, his heart stopped upon seeing you by yourself. He was a natural-born charmer, even if he was slightly out of practice. He couldn't believe how nervous being in the same building as you made him.

He muscled up the courage to buy a beer and introduce himself to you. "Don't usually see strangers around here... Name's Miller, you open to some company?" You introduced yourself back. He found that you had recently moved up here after some family had passed. You were surprised you even got a paid-off house in the will, and there was no way you were passing something like that up. He couldn't deny how happy it made him that you were a new resident, not some tourist coming through.

He thought he was stuck on your before, but now, he felt like some lovesick teenager. It was enough to even make himself cringe. After talking to you, you were all that he thought about.

Soon enough, and he was following you around, unbeknownst to anyone in town. It was easy enough to gather intel about you from some old friends in Foxhound. He easily found out where you used to live, family, friends... Even came upon some photos of you that he kept. He kept a tracker on your car so he knew your comings and goings, and was able to sneak into your house without much issue. He put in recording devices as well as some hidden cameras so he could listen and watch from his own home. Whenever he missed you, he would pop in and listen and/or watch.

He was a paranoid, old man at this point. He had convinced himself that he was watching over you and protecting you like some guardian angel. He knew all too well the dangers of this world, and he wanted to be the one to be able to shield you away from all of it.

Inevitably, his paranoia became louder than anything else, and he would invite you over for dinner. You both had become closer as time when on, so this wasn't too out of the ordinary for either of you. He'd spike your drink and watch as it began to take effect, your head beginning to nod as you fought the heaviness of the pill work its way through your body.

When you woke, you were collared to a bedpost. You were able to move around the small room in the cabin, but not beyond the door. When Miller finally entered the room with food and water, any sort of protest that came out of your mouth fell on deaf ears. He was doing this for you. For the both of you. How could you not understand that he was just trying to protect you from the dangers of the world only he was privy to? Whenever he tried to comfort you, his large hands engulfed yours, rubbing the ring on your finger gently. Wait, the ring on your finger? You found that it fit so snugly you weren't able to get it off when you tried pulling it.

He would call you his spouse, darling, sweetheart, baby, a long list of pet names that felt so saccharine and genuine when they fell from his lips. Whenever he gripped you, it felt nearly too tight, like he was scared that you would somehow disappear without it. He'd feed you, bathe you, take you out for walks around his deserted property when he trusted you enough.

Days dragged into weeks, then months. No one had seemingly tried looking for you. It was hard to not give up hope when you knew that every single movement you made was under his watchful gaze, whether it be from his eyes or surveillance cameras. Plus... He did treat you well, didn't he? Cooked you homemade meals, comforted you the best he could with a sweet and firm voice, bought you what you wanted to make you as comfortable as you could be here... Maybe this wasn't so bad, after all?

[fratboykate]

You've all gone full retard now. The Attorney General is part of the EXECUTIVE BRANCH of government. He or she is APPOINTED BY THE PRESIDENT and confirmed by the Senate. He or she is TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY ANSWERABLE to the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. The Attorney General can be removed at ANY TIME by the PRESIDENT. omg you all need a basic civics class. This is stuff that every immigrant knows. lol.

The worst kind of ignorant is the ignorant who refuses to admit they’re ignorant. Yates is the first AG to be fired since Elliot Richardson was fired by Nixon in 1973. This isn’t something that happens every day. That should tell you everything you need to know, but since you clearly don’t want to listen to reason then maybe listen to what the former DOJ spokesman Matthew Miller has to say about this mess:

Why do you insist on going against every scholar and career civil servant who is sounding the alarms? You’re no better than a Trump supporter at this point. 

[foxburdened]

crying oughhhhhh thank you @bigusbossus for always being down to draw my self ship I'm so happy

[foxburdened]

I love him.... I need this dork carnally

the suspenders....

[foxburdened]

I wanna feel it I bet on losing dogs I always want you when I'm finally fine How you'd be looking over me in my eyes when I come Someone to watch me die Someone to watch me die I bet on losing dogs

[foxburdened]

Thank you @jimako-glass for the comm of Master Miller and I.... I'm so in love with it 💌 the turn around was crazy fast I appreciate you so much!!

[foxburdened]

Thinking about Master Miller getting the cadet reader super drunk at a bar then taking them home and nonconning them in their own bed 🤤

Ough...

Dead Dove Do Not Eat: Noncon, Drugging (by alcohol), Student/Mentor, Age Difference.

Word Count - 1.6k

You were promoted, and because of your accolades from The Hell Master himself, no less. It felt unreal. Everyone was so intimidated by the man, and sure, he was rough and curt, but he was nice enough to you. Preferential treatment be damned, you knew you did a good enough job that you earned this, too.

The bar was full enough of your friends and fellow coworkers at Foxhound that you really hadn't needed to pay for a drink. You promised yourself you weren't going to get too fucked up, but it's hard not to be too swept in by the moment. This was a celebration, after all.

You were downing another shot that was given to you, and by the time you shot it back, a heavy hand fell on your shoulder. The atmosphere of the bar shifted immediately, as if the air itself gave way to Miller as he made his presence known. The metal hand was undeniably recognizable as your body turned to be face to face with the man himself, your spooked expression being mirrored personally by his shades.

"Celebrating, cadet? Didn't want to invite your master to the party?"

Your heart sank to your stomach as he patted your shoulder again. A grin split his face as his head cocked towards the bar.

"Just giving you shit, kid. Let me buy you a drink."

His hand went to your upper back as he pushed you forward. You knew there was no discussing the matter and let yourself be easily led to the countertop. You could feel everyone's gaze on your back as you walked with him.

"Got a preference, or you just letting everyone give you what they want?" Another cheeky grin flashed at you.

It was hard not to feel like prey. Your gut stirred, telling you something was up, but maybe it was just because he had never really acted this way towards you. You shook off the feeling, attributing it to nerves from being with your mentor in such a casual setting. This was unfamiliar, obviously you would feel uneasy.

"As long as it's liquor." You smiled back, still nervous about this whole exchange.

He huffed a laugh and pulled out his wallet, digging out a few bills.

"Yeah. I figured you like to please."

Another knot in your stomach twisted, but you continued to ignore it. You were too preoccupied with your face flushing at the realization of what he had just said. Was he....? No, he couldn't be. There's no way he was flirting with you. You heard he used to be quite the charmer, but it was hard to believe.

He handed you your shot glass as he lifted up his own. Your glasses clinked together as you took the shot and set it on the bar countertop. The air finally felt calmer now, not nearly as oppressive as it had moments before. You nodded and thanked him, about to walk away, when his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back.

"Just one? Aren't you celebrating?" He was already getting another shot for you both before you could answer.

He was able to get you to take another, equaling three shots within a half hour. You had already been drinking before Miller showed up, so now you were practically stumbling back to the table with your friends. He held you up as you fumbled for your bag, your friends and coworkers giggling at the display of your drunken self trying to stand as the terrifying Hell Master held you up.

"Don't worry, I'll drive 'em home." He plucked your car keys from your hand as you all said your good byes. No doubt you would hear shit about this come Monday.

Your whole body lent against him as he walked you to your car. The cool metal of his prosthetic felt wonderful in the night air as your body became flushed from all the drinking. You could hear him laugh a little, but you hadn't had the presence of mind to say anything back.

Soon enough, you were being put into the passenger seat of your car. He leaned in to buckle you up, his body pressed impossibly close to you. Close enough to smell the small bits of his aftershave and musk. You're so drunk and lean in, nose pressed against him and inhale.

"Master, you smell good." You're barely able to get it out as the world sways around you.

He stills for a moment before you hear the clink of the buckle latching in.

"Can't hold your liquor, can ya, sweetheart?"

You don't remember the drive home, you don't even remember telling him where you had lived but he somehow knew. He helped you out of the car again, leading you up to the front door and fumbling with the keys to unlock it. He waited patiently, teasing you lightly about how drunk you were, how cute it was that you were trying to keep up with him.

Miller lifted you up over the threshold of the house, ushering you into your bed and taking your shoes off for you. This felt like some weird dream to you. The whole room swam as you rested your hands on his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to reality. Your shoes were placed neatly next to your bed as he lifted himself off the floor and began to unbutton your pants.

"Hey, I.." Your hands went to his wrists and he easily shooed them away, pulling your pants down and discarding them on the floor.

Miller pushed your body into your bed, roughly grabbing your top and tossing it down with your pants, and suddenly you were nearly completely naked in front of your mentor.

"I put in a good word for you, you know." He grinned at you as he undid his belt, "I made sure you'd get this promotion."

His pants were pulled down with his briefs, revealing his hard cock already leaking and eager. Your mouth opened to argue, to tell him that you earned this on your own merit, too, but he was on you before the words could leave your mouth. His kissing was rough and hungry, pent up from a long unspoken desire towards you. All your efforts to push him off were easily overpowered. His body was thick with muscle and decades of training, and you were still so drunk it felt like the bed was spinning.

You were effortlessly flipped on your stomach, his weight on your back pressing you deeper into the bed beneath you both. He grabbed your hips up and prodded your entrance with the head of his cock, smearing as much of the precum around you to ease it in. It barely helped. The feeling of being split up as he stuffed himself in you was enough to make you yelp under him. Tears wet the sheets underneath you as you tried to pull yourself forward, away from him, but his grasp on your hips remained unmoving.

"I've seen how you look at me, too, kid. I know you want this. I know you've wanted this for a long time." His cock now halfway in you as he groaned and thrusted again into your hole.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to bend you over on my desk and fuck you until everyone can hear it. Isn't it nice that our first time is on your bed?" He laughed breathlessly as his pistoning became more intense.

As much as you tried to move away from him, nothing worked. The weight alone was enough to bar you from getting away from him, and with how drunk you were, you knew it was to no avail. Eventually, you laid limply as choked whimpers fell from your mouth, which only seemed to egg him on more. His fucking became more intense and erratic as you finally gave in to him. The only sounds in the room were flesh slapping into flesh and his loud, uninhibited moaning.

"God, I knew you'd feel so fucking good. I knew you'd be such a good doll for me, sweetheart. I get to fuck you again and again whenever I want, huh?" Another broken moan escaped him as he stilled into you, cumming in you completely, unwilling to pull out from your warm hole.

Another whimper broke through you as you could feel the throbbing of him deep within you. A shudder rippled through your body as he slowly pulled out, panting over you and loosening his grip on your hips. Dark bruises already began to form on your flesh, especially where his metal prosthetic had been holding onto you. You tried to push yourself up, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you could hear the distinctive noise behind you of denim being pulled up and a belt buckling.

He looped an arm around your waist and pulled you up fully flush against him. Your bare skin caressing the fabric of the tank top he had on. Miller bent forward, his cheek pressing against yours as he gently kissed the errant tears on your flushed skin.

"You did a good job, cadet. See you on Monday, bright and early."