#the judgy stares please

[tremendum]

Mr. Miller’s House 

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)      

word count: 7.6k  requested: yes  summary: “Joel was a mean, mean man. and you eat it up like a woman starved for months.” warnings: mentions of food/eating, drinking alcohol, age gap (unspecified), Jackson era, Ellie gets a splinter, Joel is honestly rude to Ellie in this and reader is judgy about Joel’s parenting practices lol. but really,  this is just filthy smut (PiV, unprotected), dirty talk, sir kink, use of the word slut a LOT, one use of the word bitch, humiliation/degradation, hints of masochism, choking, exhibitionism, public smut, rough sex, dom!Joel, mean joel, lots of fighting/anger, cumplay, dirty talk, ass spanking, pussy spanking, mentions of blood (reader gets scraped knees), throat/facefucking, rough oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms. lmk if i missed any please lmfao

notes: okay jesus fucking christ!!! i wrote this so fasst lol but it was fun and highly requested. hope yall like it.  as always reblogs/asks/comments are always great motivations :’) this is not reread because as i have said before im lazy and INSANE! 

[this is a sequel to Mr Miller.    part three   other Joel fics:     fever       landmines  ]

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this was a mistake. you shouldn't have done this....this was a terrible idea. 

fuck. 

the chair is stiff beneath you. there's a hard coolness about it that is welcomed on the skin of your bare legs, the shorts you wear helpful in the heat of summer but futile against the slick of sweat that sheens your skin. the chair is hard, but yet still strong, sturdy.

 you swallow dryly, heart beating fast. it's the same chair you sat at just a few weeks ago, signing the log with Joel leaning over your shoulder, before he-

you look away, around, anywhere in order to avoid the memories, hot and boiling and clawing at your mind and suffocating you until you stop breathing- and then your eyes settle, they glue themselves across the kitchen table. 

they glue themselves to him. 

fuck. 

Joel's already staring at you; his lips are downturned in that permanent grimace he always sports, the muscles of his torso rigid with immobility - perhaps he thinks if he's still enough, the ground will just swallow him whole and he won't have to do this. 

you yearn for that escape as much as he does. 

then, out of the silence; "see, this isn't so bad." 

speak for yourself, Ellie. 

both heads in the room turn to the speaker slowly, the girl watching between the two of you, more than willing to ignore the obvious disdain in the air. she's grinning like a damn devil. 

this girl's going to kill you. 

it is that bad, contrary to Ellie's statement. 

it'd been days of her begging you, with a tug on the hand, a punch to the shoulder, and countless pleads and threats until you finally caved in and accepted her proposal to have her and Joel over for dinner. 

no matter how much you detest her guardian, you just can't resist those big puppy-dog eyes, or that gigantic, youthful smile. 

for the last few months, Ellie has grown to be quite the little farmhand for you; though you like to keep to yourself on your days in the gardens, it was nice to have the girl buzzing around you and the other gardeners, pollinating each person she sees with questions like what really happens in germination and is this ripe? can I pull it? 

it's cute, how excited she is to show Joel all of the crops you've grown with her in the last few months. but what isn't cute, is that it's him that has to be here. of all people, why did Joel have to be the one Ellie chose as her father? 

because.... things weren't okay between you and Joel. 

you're not sure if you were childish for expecting for him to warm up to you after - well, after the time he bent you on this table and fucked you stupid - but you hadn't been prepared for the coldest shoulder you've ever gotten in your measly life for the last few weeks. 

it didn't help that the summer was kicking up and you needed more crops than ever for the commune; your patrolling had dwindled into maybe one or two every week or so, usually with Maria - so you didn't have to face Joel, really, at all. 

but he avoided you like the plague when in town or on your street (though, he did that with everyone) and even at the Tipsy Bison, where your presence would clean him from the room before a drop of condensation could even slide down his glass of whiskey. 

hell, maybe he even put a word in with Maria and Tommy that the last patrol together didn't go as planned; you'd even considered doing it at one point. you're not sure, but it just made you all the more irritated when you'd catch glimpses of their porch in the afternoons, Joel holding a guitar around Ellie's chest, chuckling as she strummed horribly. as if everything was okay. like you didn’t exist. 

the anger and hatred grew awful. 

it festered, grew when Maria mentioned off-handedly to Tommy that some woman, Dahlia, had taken a liking to Joel. you'd nearly shattered the glass you were holding in your fist at that; Joel, with Dahlia? that grumpy piece of shit, taking a liking to someone sweet and kind like her? 

you ought to punch his fucking face. 

you're zoned out when Ellie suddenly comes into your line of sight; reaching over your chest to grab a slice of the fresh bread you'd picked up earlier that day. you blink back into reality as Joel grunts, "E-Ellie, hey." he's shaking his head as he gestures to her arm, "use your manners." 

he sounds almost embarrassed; annoyed. your mind betrays you as it whirls back; when Joel had you pinned down on this very table, commanding you in a different way, his eyes dark with delight as you cried and writhed for him. 

but at his chastising, you send Ellie a sneaky look, rolling your eyes when Joel's looking down. the girl chuckles at that and an untrusting Joel stares daggers between the two of you. Ellie clears her throat with a smirk,  "sorry. can you please pass me the bread?" 

you grin, "why, yes, ma'am." you hand her the basket, "thank you for asking." you add to the girl on your right, your eyes on Joel's. he stares back harshly, hand grabbing for the glass of wine that sits in front of him. 

another few moments of tension before Elie decided to take it upon herself to introduce as much of the food that sits on the table in front of you as she can remember. 

peas, spinach, lentil and cabbage stew, beet salad, goat cheese and roasted carrots, cauliflower mash. fresh bread.

proteins from animals are scarce and are typically served in only the dining hall, so you decided to skip the meat and serve roasted artichoke instead. Joel doesn't look too thrilled about that as Ellie explains. you hide your scoff behind a sip of your dark wine. 

"-and, look, I planted these beets." Ellie points to the bowl on the table which houses arugula and beet salad; you smirk down at the plate as Joel hums as if interested. his eyes flicker to yours from across the table as Ellie delves in on a tangent about how bloody beets look, those dark pupils flickering over your face before flitting back to the young girl. his eyes were swimming with something else, something.... seductive. 

a shiver runs down your spine.

does he ever think about it? 

you do. you think about it every night - how his hands felt, rough, unforgiving; the look on his face, that dark smirk when he'd made you beg for him to ruin you... the frenzy in his eyes when he'd ‘taught you some goddamn manners,’ when he'd taken you apart brutally and quick. Joel was a mean, mean man. and you eat it up like a woman starved for months. 

your name calls you back to Ellie, whose eyes are wide and tracing over a rough, splintered notch in your table, "the hell is this from, is it-" her fingers jolt away at the rugged piece that slides into her skin, "shit!" she yelps, shaking her hand. 

your brows furrow, rising to help her as Joel pulls her hand towards him.  "I have tweezers." you mutter, disappearing into your bathroom to pull out your tweezers, returning to see Ellie smiling in embarrassment and Joel sitting with his arms crossed, amused irritation lacing his face. his beard is growing in more recently - you can hear the noise of the short bristles scratching his hand as he rubs his knuckles over his jawline. 

nodding, pleased that Ellie's discomfort has subsided, you set your tweezers on your right, spearing some salad on your fork as silence cradles you three yet again. 

it’s only tense and silent for a moment. then Ellie speaks, and it’s just tense.

"why is there a notch like that in your table?" she finally wheezes, as if she'd been summoned to be silent until she couldn't handle her curiosity anymore. 

you don't have to look up to know that a pair of dark eyes pin you to your chair, daring you to say something about it. 

your throat dries as you swallow your mouthful of salad, coughing a bit. 

a rip in your flannel, the grazing of your soft skin with the blade. a hand pulling hard to dislodge the knife from its home against you; the thick slide of Joel as he drags his length through your destroyed, spent core. 

"um- I-I" perhaps it's your panic, of the knowledge that his eyes are glued to you, but soon your eyes meet his; unwavering. "well. someone likes to threaten people when they can't find patrol logs." 

"Joel!" Ellie hisses, smacking his arm, "you fucking stabbed her table and didn’t do anything about it?” she’s grinning. 

"yeah, Joel," you smirk, swirling with desire as his hawkish gaze pins you to your chair, "you really should use your manners. you've ruined my table." 

"shut the hell up right now." he snaps at you, hand slamming his fork down harshly onto the plate. you and Ellie both jump at the sternness in his voice. 

you listen, for once. 

and honestly, ten minutes ago feels like heaven compared to the tenseness of this silence. 

several minutes go by, the sounds of scraping forks and knives and the meager attempts by you and Ellie to salvage a decent dinner conversation ringing soft in your kitchen. 

at least you and her are trying. 

you ignore the notch from the knife like a wildfire and pretend Joel isn't even with you; Ellie is more than enough life and laughter for you, and your playful disposition matches hers perfectly despite the joy-damper of a man sat across from you. 

he's stewing. arms crossed, chewing on food here and then, mostly listening and sighing, brushing off Ellie's jabs or playful questions or stories. he won't do anything except eat and glare at you. 

the wine bottle is nearly gone and you're not sure if it's his fault or yours. probably both. 

you snap when he just outright ignores Ellie, shaking his head with a sigh and taking another bite. the audacity. 

"-she asked you a question, Miller." you snap, fed up with his dissociative disposition. you don't even intend to say it; even Ellie looks up at your words, surprised. 

his head turns to face you too slow to be safe. his eyes are fucking furious as he mutters, "excuse me?" 

"hey, guys-" Ellie's hands are out in front of her, but you can't take your eyes off him. 

"I'm just saying, you could at least try to pay attention." you spit, crossing your arms defensively, "we made this dinner, we're just trying to have a conversation, the least you could do-" 

"you don't tell me what to do." he states, calm and cool, pointing at you. his nose flares as he breaths heavy, your own breath quickening. arousal rushes to your center and you shift on your seat. 

"-listen, maybe this was a bad idea. I knew you weren't the best of friends, but this is-" Ellie starts again, eyes flickering between you both. "this is too awkward." 

"no, Ellie, I'm sorry-" you start to say, breaking. 

you don't want her to be caught in the cross-fire of your problems with Joel; it's unfair. the further this goes, the more she'll be put in a position of mediator, so you figure it should just end now. 

"Ellie, go home." 

Joel growls the demand, eyes looking to her, his hand falling gently to her shoulder. her eyes widen, as if asking him if he's serious. 

"what?" she asks, "no! you'll-you’ll fucking stab each other or something." 

yeah, you think. you might. 

Joel's shaken off her shoulder but he's resilient, "go on, go see the kids for the movie. I'll come later. we just need to sort something out." he mutters, eyes falling to you at the tail end of his sentence. 

shivers roll down your spine; fuck, fuck - a flood of arousal hits you again, and you swallow, willing the feelings to go the fuck away. 

Ellie's scowling, but still has the decency to thank you for dinner before slamming the door hard on her way out of the threshold. 

Joel's eyes stay locked with yours until her footsteps are gone. 

it’s silent for a moment before he speaks. 

"do not fuckin' disrespect me like that in front of her again." he snaps. 

you narrow your eyes, "you're concerned that I- what, I undermined you in front of your girl?" you hiss incredulously. "come on, that's pathetic." 

"I don't like you." he snaps, shoving his plate away from him in an almost childish act of defiance. it’s shocking, the immaturity of his words so sudden. barely prompted. 

it's clear he intends to continue this little confessional of his, but you have no intention of allowing that. 

you roll your eyes, "big fucking deal. what do you want me to say?" you hiss, "sorry that I was rude, Mr. Miller! let me just cook you fucking dinner and invite you over to make up for it." 

his nostrils flare, "never wanted to do this in the first place." he mutters. 

you nearly rip out your hair in frustration. "obviously you didn't! christ, why do you always act like everything you do is a goddamn chore?" you snap, "Ellie wanted to have a nice night and show you what we've been doing- what she's been doing for this community. and all you can do is sit here and act like a fucking asshole because you don't know how to enjoy anything. it's a miracle she's still around with you, when you treat her like that." 

his jaw clicks in anger, "you have no fuckin' clue what we've been through together." his voice is close to a yell, "you don't know how much that girl means to me." 

"then why won't you show her!?" you yell. 

it quiets the room for a moment and a fleeting feeling of pride is squashed when he speaks again. 

his brows raise, a look of realization creeping onto his face. he nods his head, "I see what this is," he lets out a bitter, mocking laugh. "you want me to tell you how much I love your food? y'trying to prove to me that you're not a bad influence on her, after all?" 

you stare at him, anger clouding your sight; are there tears of frustration rimming your eyes? you hope he doesn't notice. 

"-newsflash, darlin', I don't fucking care about you." he finishes, scowl dark. "you're a nuisance. don' know why Tommy took you in, anyways. you're a foul-mouthed, untrustworthy, pathetic little slut- and jus' because you can't stop thinking about my cock doesn't mean I owe anything to you. no dinner, no fuckin- cordial neighborly attitude, nothing." 

thinking about- what?

oh, fuck him. your face burns; your jaw unhinges. of course he thinks this is about you and him. your eyes spare a quick, fleeting glance to the notch in the table before you glare, "well I don't fucking care about you either, Miller. don't be so fucking conceited." 

he laughs, shaking his head as he downs the remainder of his wine before slamming the glass down, but you're not finished. you can't let him think he's won. 

"you’re delusional. I haven't thought of it once." you spit, aflame at his accusation. you feel flustered, still caught off-guard. if anything, it was him who was obsessed with it - you see the way his eyes can't leave you; the way he adjusted his jeans earlier when you leaned over to pull a bowl from your cabinet. 

"really?" he spits, brows raised. his chest moves with the exertion of your yelling and you resist the urge to hit him or stomp your foot or anything. "yes, really." you defend, face heating up under the scrutiny of his knowing gaze. 

"anyone ever tell you you're an awful liar, sweetheart?" he drawls, raising his brows at you. 

you fume, standing up, pointing to the door, "get the fuck out, Joel." 

his eyes light ablaze with the same anger that rages in your heart as he stands, throwing his napkin on his plate, "gladly. food was great." he spits, storming out of the house with no other words. 

-- 

your scowl doesn't leave your face for the entire rest of the night. what- what the fuck was that? how dare Joel assume so much about you- he doesn't know you, at all. 

your eyes fall to the bottle in your hands.

ellie left her water canteen at your place. you were so angry, so mad earlier, that you hadn’t realized she’d left it until a few minutes ago. 

she doesn't need it, right? she could get it next time she comes round. yeah. she'll get it next time, you don't have to go over. right?

no. 

you have to go over. 

the anger within you festers just as much as the slick that plagues the apex of your thighs in the aftermath of your spat with Joel; it's a vicious cycle where you think about his tone, how condescending it was and then you get mad - but some sick part of you wants it to consume you; wants him to consume you. 

you’re fucking obsessed with him. you hate him. 

you need to hear him yell at you again- if-if anything, to get your ten cents in on the argument, and also maybe to get some good content for your wet dreams tonight. jesus christ. 

god, you're so fucked up. 

christ. 

so once you finish cleaning from the remnants of the meal, your legs are carrying you over to his house with Ellie's canteen in your hand before you can second-guess it. 

what the fuck are you doing? 

you're standing on their porch in mere seconds, your breath heavy with wrath. what if Ellie opens the door? well- you suppose, if she does, you'll give her the canteen and talk to her. probably apologize for acting the way you did. no business with Joel, then. yeah.  that’s... that’s fine. 

fuck. why do you want Joel to answer so terribly? 

you know where the answer lies - a coiling beast of arousal, consuming and muddling your mind, just at the apex of your thighs. 

Joel is a fucking asshole. you need him. now. 

your knuckles slam so hard and unforgiving against their door that there is no possibility of them assuming it's anybody else but you at their porch. their light is flickering and dim above you as you stand, canteen in hand, eyes trained forward in determination.  

the door swings open in an air of irritation. 

your face jerks back as Joel Miller stands, staring at you with the disdain of a thousand lifetimes swirling around his eyes. 

"y'here for more?" he snarks. 

your momentary hesitation melts away when his words drip from his lips. a glare pierces him through the eyes when you shove the canteen into his hands, "I'm here for Ellie. she left this." you spit. 

he lets out a chuckle, humor absent from the ring as he scratches his nose, "right." he mutters. "well she ain't home. went to the movie in town." he clips, setting the canteen on the table just inside the house. "y'need me to pass any more of your words of wisdom on to her?" he asks, voice clipped and prickled with sarcasm. 

you glare. "yeah. just do me a favor, tell her I'm sorry her dad is being a hypocritical, neglecting asshole." you snark, sending a false smile up at him as he leans with his arms crossed at the doorway.

you don't miss how he leans into it, how he's not slamming the door on your face. he wants to argue, too. "-and you can suck a dick, Mr. Miller." you add, intending to whirl away on your heel. 

he scoffs, a deep and condescending noise. "thanks for comin' all the way over to return a little canteen. g'night, darlin', hope you don't make too much'a mess when you cum all over that table again tonight thinkin' of how much I hate you. glad y'got your ten cents in." 

your face burns hot in embarrassment, and at the irony of him using the same phrase you’d thought. 

the door moves quick to shut, but your arm moves quicker. 

your hand wedges is just before it shuts, leaving you far too close to Joel than you'd like - gunpowder, pine, and dark amber whiskey surround your senses. again. 

so you shoot another fist forward, aiming for his left jaw; aiming for it to hurt.

he’s going to fucking hurt.  

it doesn't make contact with the warm skin, though: no, his hand has caught your wrist in an iron-tight grip, wrenching your arm down hard. 

you let out a gasp of surprise as he shoves you off of the door and away from him before you can blink. 

but instead of the door slamming in your face, his rough hands are pushing you hard up against the side of his garage. the door behind him remains ajar as he pushes himself into your space, growling at you as your mouth falls open in shock. 

"did you just try to hit me, girl?" he whispers, voice deadly serious. you swallow, arousal rushing down to your heat; you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy as he stares hard at you, but your eyes trail down to his jeans.

you hide your smirk as you take in the stretch of the rough denim, the outline of his own arousal evident even in the dim light. he’s hard because you were going to hit him. 

your body aches as you remember the stretch of him inside you, splitting you open. your eyes flicker back up to his where he breathes heavily, expecting a response. 

you give him one. 

"yes, but you already knew that." you smirk, cocking your head as you boldly gyrate your hips forward slightly, your clothed cunt clenching in desire as you graze his hard-on. "or are you not hard right now, Mr. Miller?" you purr, your voice laced with seduction. 

his rough hand shoves your hips hard back against the wall, a growl slipping his throat. "y'got a dirty fuckin' mouth on you." his breath hits your cheeks in a warm reminder of the wine you'd both had for dinner. 

"so it wasn't because of that?" you ask, blinking in a false sense of innocence, watching as his eyes swim with an animalistic hunger. you've got him right where you want him. "was it from thinking about me touching myself? or, from remembering the last time we were together in my house?" 

his momentary lapse in recovery allows for you to go in for the final kill, "Mr. Miller,” you coo, “do you think of my pussy when you fuck Dahlia? d'you wish it was me?" you spit, smirking up at him as red splatters his furious features, "you can talk all you want, Mr. Miller, but I know you're just a greedy, desperate man who loves to pretend you have any power over me." you whisper into the shell of his ear, palm roughly grabbing the outline of his cock boldly. 

his next movements take your breath away: the shock of his fists slamming hard against the wall on either side of your head makes you jump, and his hawkish, angry eyes bore into yours. 

"get your fuckin' hands off of me. now." 

his voice is... scary. 

the blood leaves your head as your damp spot of your pants floods with desire, the fear spiking a real excitement in you. you are smart enough to follow his orders; the look in his eyes suggests you do so. 

your hands shakily fly back from his crotch to hang by your sides as you stare up at him - nervous. excited, ready. 

his eyes are narrowed, stern as his brows are furrowed low. the permanent scowl on his lips is intimidating as he holds your gaze with fierce intent. "you're gonna be real fuckin' honest with me, now. okay?" 

you swallow dryly, staring up at his face, how he's boxed you in with arms on either side of your head. you feel cornered, small; prey, hunted by predator. 

you nod smally, startled into silence, unable to speak as the ache between your legs becomes unbearable. your legs clench, searching for relief only to be disappointed at the dull sensation. 

he stares at you for a few moments, unmoving except for the flaring of his nostrils and the rising of his chest as he breathes just as heavy as you. 

"are you wet?" 

your face flushes with heat. christ, Joel is going to kill you. (if you don't kill him first). your legs feel weak, desire driving your heart rate up as you nod meekly, voice cracking out. "y-yes." 

he nods, seemingly pleased with your honesty. 

"how long have you been walkin' round with ruined panties?" his head tilts down slightly, angled down at you as if chastising you. you flush in shame, genuinely taking a moment to remember the exact moment you first noticed your underwear dampen. 

you can't admit to him that you woke up this morning with his name on your lips and a wet patch on the seat of your sleep shorts, can you? (and certainly not that it happens every day.) 

"s-since-" you take a sharp inhale, glaring at him for humiliating you like this - outside, no less. anybody could walk past or look out their window and see Joel and you like this. "dinner." 

his brows raise, the look darkening on his face. you can tell, he loves the beginning - the teasing, the arguing, the embarrassment - just as much as the end. "dinner? s'like, two hours." his frown immodest, tempting. judging. 

you nod, biting back a snide comment about Joel being an excellent time-teller, your face burning in embarrassment as you break eye contact, staring at your feet. 

"d’you like being a slut?" he asks, then. you nearly whimper at his words, the aching in your cunt burning, pulsing and clenching around nothing as you stare at him in desire. fuck Joel Miller. 

"'m not a slut." you say, but the defiant words come out more as a whine than a sharp argument. one hand falls from the wall on your left to grip onto your jaw, holding your cheeks hard as he forces your eyes back up to him. 

his nails dig into the soft flesh of your cheeks as you gasp, your own hands in fists as you resist pulling him into you. 

"that's not what I fuckin' asked, now, is it?" he sneers. you blink up at him, shaking your head after a moment of contemplation. "no, sir." you whisper meekly. you don't miss the tightening of his grip at the honorific as it falls sultry from your lips. he hums. 

"do you want me to touch you?" he asks next. you can't even have the decency to stop your whine as you nod, "yes, please." 

his other hand falls from the wall, eyes just as angry and unforgiving as he undoes the button on your shorts single-handedly. "good. don't you fuckin' look away from my eyes, y'hear me? hands down, eyes up." 

this is twice now that he hasn't let you touch him - your brows furrow, but just as he snaps in front of your face, you let the thought melt away. 

"y-yes, sir." you nod, your palms sweaty, heart thundering as he shoves his hand down the front of your shorts, breaching your underwear easily as fingers slide through the deft curls that lie just above your heat. 

"gotta warm y'up for me this time," he mutters, eyes sharp as he watches yours, ensuring they don't do as much as blink. 

it's delicious, almost too much as two of his thick fingers part the seam of your lips, your wetness spilling and coating his fingers immediately. you burn in shame, thighs starting to close over his hand. 

one ruddy, thick thigh slides to kick your leg to the side, widening your stance as he shoves you harder up against the side of the house. the tip of his finger prods at your aching hole, leaking with desperation for him. 

there are crickets outside, a steady but low staccato of music filling the summer Jackson air as one finger slowly slides into you, curling unforgivingly as you gasp, rising on your toes as he stretches you. "fuck," you whimper, throwing your head back against the wall behind you. 

the thud is dull, but it echoes around the street and it calls your attention to the very public space you're in. 

"hey." Joel snaps, one hand swatting your cheek lightly as your eyes close, "don't look away." 

you blink back at him as he pumps lazily for a few moments, watching your every micro-expression, the way your chest stutters with his motions. the noise of your arousal is humiliating against the pleasant summer breeze. 

you can't help the low moan of his name when he adds a second finger. the stretch is nothing like when it's his cock inside of you, but the strokes, the curl of his fingers start to coax a simmering coil in you that you know will explode soon. 

your eyes are still on his obediently when you nearly whisper it. 

he hears it, though, and smirks, "what was that, darlin’?" 

you groan in irritation but it splinters into a sharp moan when his fingers pick up their pace, fucking into you as you lie slack against the wall, legs trembling. 

"just- fuck me. fuck me now." you wheeze, the desire a burning snake that coils around your chest and squeezes at your heart. 

"no." he decides, eyes glaring, "can't have y'whining like a bitch again, darlin'. gotta open you up on my fingers first." the sting of his words are cushioned by the lust that swirls around his voice, the languid was his thick fingers pump up into you, holding you up against the frame of the house with a dark smirk. 

you nod, hissing in stimulation when one finger slides to start rubbing your neglected clit with just enough pressure to curl your toes; your chest is slick with sweat, fingernails digging painfully into the meat of your palm as you hum, lips sealed tight to avoid yelping out. 

your eyes flicker from his once more, scanning the street just feet away from you, paranoid of the possibility of a neighbor seeing you. 

Joel notices, of course. "what, baby, don' want the neighbors to see?" he hums, eyes cutting into you as your face flushes with heat, "y'seemed to want everybody to hear me fucking you stupid last time, didn't 'ya?" 

you groan, "fuck you, Joel." 

his hand stops its ministrations just as cold ice pours down your spine. oh, shit. 

his hand slides out of your pants, face furious. 

you shake your head, eyes welling with tears; you hadn't meant for it to slip out like that. "n-no, wait, 'm sorry, didn't mean it." you whimper, voice choked with the loss of his hand. 

he just huffs a cold chuckle, wiping his hand over his face, the other one glistening with your juices under the light of the porch. 

your panicked, desperate babble of apologies is stopped with one look from him. 

"get on your goddamn knees now." 

you shiver with excitement, tears drying slightly as you swallow, complying quickly. the cement is rough and cold under your bare knees, your hands held still together on your thighs as you stare up at him in wait. he stands tall before you; the shroud of the flickering porch light emboldening him, making him look like a god - an unforgiving one, at that - as he pulls his thick, pulsing cock from his jeans. 

your mouth waters as he starts to pump it languidly, the tip a red color from arousal, leaking precum. 

he doesn’t have to ask you to open your mouth for him, your own desire to taste him spurring you to stick your tongue out flat in wait for his dick. 

"I'm going to ask you again." he says, tapping your tongue with the weight of his length, the slapping noise flooding your underwear as you ache to feel him again. "do you like being a slut?" 

you swallow, tongue sliding along the bottom of his head as you do, muttering a slight, "yes, sir." 

"'s right. you love being my slut." he nods, your mouth open and ready for him as he thrusts his whole length into your wet, warm mouth; you gag almost immediately, his hips unforgiving as he immediately starts to fuck into your throat. you try your best to breathe through your nose, gagging as his tip pokes the back of your throat - you know there'll be a bruise that will make it painful to eat, drink, speak - you fucking love it. 

he lets out a grunt of arousal, nodding as his hands gather your hair from your face, gripping your cheeks and pushing your head back against the side of the house. 

two thrusts, a few tears from your eyes as you choke, your lungs burning for air. 

he pulls away, you suck in air with a strangled gasp. your saliva links you to his heavy cock, a chain that holds you in his grasp. "tell me you love being my slut." 

you burn at his words and in your brief hesitation, his cock is slapping at your mouth, his impatience bleeding through his actions. 

"I-" your voice is wrecked after only a few seconds of him in your mouth, but you swallow as you gasp for air, "I l-love being your slut." 

he slides himself through your slick lips again, hips a punishing pace as he fills up your mouth, your throat tight and wet. his groan echoes through the street; in the corner of your eye, you swear you see a light turn on in a bedroom window. shivers of desire run through you as you resist the urge to touch yourself. 

you can't breathe; your nose brushes against the course hair at the base of his shaft, the scent of him surrounding you as his hips try to smash you against the side of the house. 

he holds you there, hands rough on your cheeks, slapping your right cheek as it bulges with his length. you choke, gagging as you try your hardest to keep eye contact. his face is harsh, his sneer cold as he stares at you, "'s right, choke on your fuckin' words, darlin'." his hips press forward slightly and you cough around him, it's too much - tears slide down your cheeks as you try not to gag more. 

"you gonna disrespect me again?" he asks, tilting his head as spit trails down your chin, tears meeting the trail of saliva as it drips down onto your chest. 

you can only hum a nuh-uh around his cock, hoping it's enough to satisfy him. you feel yourself throb and fucking burn with need, your knees sore from the cement under you. 

you cough and sputter when he pulls himself away from you, mouth sore, jaw aching and throat wrecked. his eyes flicker over to the house across the street before he grips your shoulder, tugging you in your aroused, dazed state up to your legs. 

"oh, darlin', you're bleedin'." he coos at you, thumb swiping your cheek as you stand up. he's right: your knees are just scratched enough to speckle the skin with dark splotches of blood. you feel a tingling sensation of arousal as he hums, "let's get you inside, hm?" 

you stumble to keep up as he storms through the threshold of the house, the door swinging shut after your shaking frame falls inside. it's dark; there is only one lamp turned on in the other room. 

Joel is almost a shadow as he surrounds you, your hands falling onto his large, stiff shoulders as he pushes you against the door frame. 

your legs give out from desire soon and the two of you tumble to the ground, a mess of grunts and shoves, tearing at clothes as you whimper in desire, his own lustful groans echoing the empty house. as his pants are shucked off and your shorts are thrown across the room, your hips are shoved and flipped over until you're ass-up for him, one of his large hands moving roughly to grab a handful of your plush behind. 

your hands and knees ache, but you wiggle your ass slightly in need, not daring to speak to him. the anger that radiates from the two of you is a grenade; you can feel the tension bubbling behind your desire and so you just move back until you brush against his hard length, the fabric of your panties completely soaked as you grind against him. 

his moan echoes as a hand falls hard to slap against the skin of your ass. you let out a strangled yell, the pain stinging through you as you keen forward. you know there will be a handprint branded into you, you know it'll be sore to sit and you'll have to think of him each time. he'll consume you for days. 

you love it. 

his fingers tease the wet material that's glued to your pussy with desire, tracing over your lips lightly over the fabric. "pretty cunt, just for me." he mutters; you shake with desire when you realize it was more a mutter for him than an intentional phrase for you to hear.

"think you're ready for me, baby?" he grunts, his fingers pulling your underwear to the side, exposing your puffy, glistening cunt to him. 

"I'm so re-ready sir, please, fuck me." you beg, reduced yet again to nothing but a writhing mess for the worst man you know. 

he gives no warning, no teasing - he breaches you swiftly and rough. you scream. 

it cracks, it echoes, it's painful as you yell out, his cock heavy and huge and aching as he slides into you, sheathing you fully within a few seconds. Joel's moan reverberates on your skin as his hands grip so hard at your ass you think his fingers will remain there for days. 

he immediately sets a pace that has you squirming under him, breath choking up in your chest as you slide against the hardwood. the smell of the house is Joel - sandalwood, whiskey, pine. sex. 

your arms are tugged roughly. 

panic rises in you when you think you're about to slam your face against the floor, but as Joel pounds hard into you, he pulls your hands tight to your back, holding you up to you're suspended with just his cock working you open can keep you from falling. 

it's bliss. it's sharp, this angle; he hits into that spongy spot inside you as his cock drags against your pulsing walls, your hands clenching as your breath leaves you. 

one hand sneaks over your front, grasping at your tits as he reaches up into you deeply. then it snakes lower, rocking you forward as he swats at your clit, the sharp smack of his palm causing you to squeeeeeze around him, trapping him in your aching desire. he lets out a grunt, "fuckin'- jesus christ, girl, you're s-so tight."

the noises of your arousal swallowing his dick echo around the room in a sickening chorus. 

"dumb girl, lovin' it when I yell at her," he mutters to himself, chasing your high as he feels it spasming close around him. "gonna be o-obedient and thank me for each orgasm, 'kay?" his accent is thick in the throes of passion, you notice. 

you nod, unable to speak, unable to think as you feel the crest of something incredibly blissful; you let out a wheeze of ecstasy. "y-yes, s-sir," you choke, your voice croaking from the remnants of his dick wrecking you. 

you barely realize you're cumming until you’re screaming, a white-hot, searing arousal streaking your vision. tears are resurfacing on your eyes as he hums, "say it." 

you swallow, shakily squirming as he pounds into you, unforgiving in tone and pace. "than-thank you." 

it only takes a few more minutes and his thick hand squeezing your throat before you cum for a second time, your hands pulling at his hips, trying to escape the overstimulation of his long, dragging thrusts. the floor is slick with your juices, and so is his pubic bone. 

"thank you, s-sir." you slur out, his hand holding you by the throat against his chest, his heartbeat slamming just as fast as yours. 

soon he drops your arms, their shaky muscles barely stopping you as you fall to the floor. his chest follows you until he's smothering you, thrusts becoming weak with his own nearing orgasm. you cry, the overstimulation causing you to shake. "'s too much, too much." 

he hums, "you want me to stop?" 

"no!" you scream it, wail it; no, christ, don't stop. never stop. 

he chuckles; a dark, brooding noise. "an' you wonder why I think you're such a bad influence." he mutters into the shell of your ear as he pushes further, deeper into you; "lettin' an old man fuck you into the floor. lovin' it." 

he chuckles as you let out a whine, eyes screwing shut at the bursts of pleasure coursing through you. your knees ache.

"'s dirty, isn't it? and you love it, pretty girl." 

you let your cheek drop onto the hardwood at his ministrations, spent from your previous orgasms; the pet name makes you flush, arching your hips back. he's so deep, you feel him in your throat. each thrust pushes his tip into your cervix, a dull ache with a swirl of pleasure and ecstasy. you let out a groan, "love it, love it s'much. love it, sir, thank you." you whimper, your brain empty except for Joel Joel JoelJoel-

"good m-manners, sweet girl." he hums, pressing a hot kiss to your spine. goosebumps form in his wake, his words echoing in your brain. sweet girl. 

"you're gonna cum one more time." he orders, the thrusts of his hips grinding you down, melting you, tearing you. you nod, "yes, yes-yes, fuck, gonna-gonna cum again." you whimper, the painful overstimulation of his cock drilling through your spent, swollen folds. 

your third orgasm has you wailing, shaking your head as you convulse in pleasure, his strong grip holding your hips down as he hits your spot repeatedly, the noise of him fucking into you echoing through the foyer. 

there's tears on the floor as you shake, colors exploding behind your eyes as he whispers things you cannot hear into your ear. 

when you come to, he's still ravaging your body. 

you're limp, ecstasy flowing through your very being as his cock spears through you, hands smacking you, gripping you, grunts leaving his mouth as he nears his own orgasm, having pulled three from you. 

"where are your manners?" he whispers into your ear. you let out a broken half-laugh, half-gasp. "fuck- thank you, Joel, thank you." 

he hums in satisfaction and you swear you feel his cock twitch inside you as you utter his first name. 

he's back in your ear in seconds, surrounding you, swallowing you whole. you love it. 

"this is my pussy. mine." he grunts, "never think 'bout any other pussy. jus' this one. always." his voice is laced with desperation as he swats your ass, thrusting into you a few more times as you squirm, sobbing, throat raw. 

yours, you whimper in a chorus, body limp as he uses you; his thrusts are sloppy. he's so close- 

and he cums just as he's pulling out of you; you gasp at the loss but also as his cum shoots hot spurts across the plush curve of your ass, a bit onto your spine - most of it over your ruined pussy, streaking you in white. 

you pulse around nothing, shaking as your legs give out. he groans a deep thing, fingers falling to spread you open, the lewd noise soft and slick.

you jolt and he shushes you with a soft caress of your back. "jus' wanna see it, baby. wanna see how I ruined you." 

you swallow dryly at that, nodding as you tilt your hips, eager to feel his eyes over you, over all of you; eager for him. 

a finger smears his spend over your juices, pressing lightly at your puckered hole, pushing some of his cum back into you. "fuckin' christ, girl." 

you set out a laugh that turns into a cough of pain at the ragged state of your throat. 

he stands and leaves you on the cold floor, covered in sweat. you try not to let your heart deflate when he’s gone. 

but he returns with a rag and hands it to you before shucking his jeans on; you pull your underwear back on with shaky hands once you’ve wiped yourself clean, your body exhausted. 

you sigh. even the thought of making the trek just a few houses down to your own place is daunting as your eyes flutter. something in his eyes glint in understanding when your gazes meet each other, and he seems to get it. 

so if Joel gathers you in his arms with a grunt and a short complaint, you don't think too much about it. 

(you hate him. he hates you.)

and if he holds your head to his chest as he starts the walk back to your house, it’s not a big deal to you. 

when brings you up into your bedroom instead of leaving you at your front door as he finally carries you to your house, you chalk it up to you being nearly asleep. you must be delirious when he tucks you into your mattress and pulls your blankets up. you swear he mutters something about dinner and nice and good job. 

(what a cocky asshole.) 

it's probably a dream, when a hand caresses the sweaty skin of your forehead, brushing hair away gently before footsteps disappear through the doorway. 

. part three .

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[iamasimperyk]

Jealous -Rafe Cameron

Summary: You are Rafe's younger girlfriend and he introduces you to his family.

Warnings: Age gap, fluff, angst, judgy people, English is not my first language, not proofread

Pairing: Older!Rafe x Younger!Reader

A.N; I honestly don't know what this is. I had an idea but somehow, I couldn't find the right words to make it really work.

Your parents introduced him to you at Midsummers. Rafe Cameron, son of Ward Cameron and new owner of every one of his father's companies. 

The first time his eyes found yours, he knew he had to have you, and you were naive enough to fall for his charm. He was almost ten years older than you, and for the first time in your life, you felt safe. You knew Rafe cared for you, always wanting what was best for you. 

"Don't you think it's too much?" You asked Rafe, wearing a fancy dress he just bought and all kinds of expensive jewellery he gifted you whenever he had the chance. 

Rafe looked at you, all dolled up for him. He loved it, and he loved to show you off, "You look amazing, darling. Everybody will be jealous that I get to call you mine."

Rafe's family decided to throw a party when they learned that Rafe finally found a girlfriend. You were excited to meet everyone since Rafe has met every person in your family.

"I just hope they like me," You smiled up at him, your eyes shining brightly.

He cupped your face with his hands, kissing your forehead, "I am going to marry you one day, no matter what they say."

You didn't say anything, but Rafe knew what you thought. Quickly, you reached up and kissed him before you ran back into the bathroom.

----

When the two of you arrived, everybody stared at you. Rafe wrapped his arm around you and started to introduce you to his family members. 

After an hour of talking, you excused yourself, trying to find the toilet, when you heard a group of women talking about you.

"I mean, is she even legal yet?" One of them laughed.

"I bet she is just with him because he is rich. She will never have to lift a finger since he already owns a fortune." Another one answered, shaking her head.

The whole group let out a laugh, "She will probably be pregnant soon, so he is tied to her and won't leave her again."

You didn't want to hear another of their theories and walked back to Rafe as fast as possible.

When Rafe saw you, his face immediately softened, and he wrapped his arm around your waist once again. One of the things he always did was touch you in some way. He needed to feel you to make sure you are still here.

"Are you okay, love?" Rafe asked as soon as he saw your facial expression.

You nodded, "Of course, I am fine, don't worry."

Rafe turned his attention back to his sister, whom he had previously talked to, "Would you excuse us."

Before she could answer, he pulled you into an empty room, waiting for you to start talking.

You couldn't keep your face straight anymore, and your eyes filled with tears. 

Rafe felt angry, frustrated and helpless as he saw you crying. Someone dared hurt his precious girl. 

"Darling, please tell me what happened," Rafe said, hugging you tightly while stroking your hair.

After a few more minutes, you calmed down and told Rafe about the conversation you listened to.

"Fuck them. They are jealous because they are not as beautiful as you and were at least married twice." He rolled his eyes, still fuming on the inside.

Rafe took you home immediately after your conversation and showed you just how much he loved you. 

Maybe you were younger than him, but you were one of the most mature people he ever met.

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[starkeysbaby]

Hello:) If your taking requests could I do Rafe Cameron x fem! Reader with the trope “hate everyone but you.” And “grumpy x sunshine” where readers really nice, and shy, and like innocent ?

Hey there! Of course, this is definetly my favourite trope especially when it comes to our crazy psychopath. 😩

I'm gonna write these as headcannons right now but will be posting a full one shot on this pairing tomorrow :))

pairing: grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader [est. relationship] 

rafe masterlist main masterlist

you're the sun, he's the grump

when word spread that you two were an item, it was safe to say the whole island was confused

rafe? kook prince? the most cocky and arrogant boy on the island?

how on eath did he start dating you

kook princess, smart, sweet, quiet. the poster child.

it was like a typical movie cliche

bad boy and good girl

drug dealer and innocent bookworm

but whilst everyone saw the snarky, pogue hating, judgy, entitled kook prince rafe. you saw your rafe, your rafey [you both cringe at the nickname and you use it to tease him]

and cuz you were his one and only sunshine princess, you were the only one to see rafe as... well... rafey!

he's infaturated with anything you do

smile, laugh, pout. you name it

when you're not by his side at a party or an event, his eyes are searching for you and only you

stares at you whatever it is you are doing whether it's talking, eating, etc.

will deny it if anyone calls him out on it

"dude you still staring at your girl? you are pussy whipped"

"shut the fuck up"

he's not embarrassed to let anyone know how you have him wrapped around his finger

you bring out a soft side in him

wheezie mentioned how rafe has become more tolerable

ward adores you as you'rethe reason his son has started to get his life together, well on his way to taking over cameron development

the pogues have also mentioned how he's laid off since you two got together

he only did it to keep that beaming smile on your face

"they're my friends rafe"

"they're pogues baby" he nipped at your ear

"so what? you'll be nice to kooks but not pogues?" you pulled away, glaring at him

"i'm not even nice to kooks. i hate everybody but you"

you couldn't help but smile at that

but whilst you made rafe nicer, he taught you to loosen up a bit

before rafe you were shy, introverted and kept to yourslef at parties

he helped you slowly break out of that shell of yours

you engaged more with people at parties

had a drink or two

joined in with the games

as long as rafe was there you were fine

you're friends noticed you were happier aswell

no longer living in the shadow of your anxiety

rafe never pushed you tho

assuring you to only push on what you were comfortable with

getting together led to both of you growing in many ways becomin the best version of yourself

but in the end it was always you two against the world

after all, 'he hates everybody but you'

a/n: okayyyy ik i went kinda crazy with the headcannons and there are at least 30 bullets there but enjoy 🤭! full fic on this trope will be up tomorrow hopefully!!

please leave feedback and requests in the asks inbox 🫶🏼

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[aryxchse]

who did this to you? | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : didn't wrote about my husband in a long time now

warnings : blood mentioning, passing out, dark-ish percy, cursing, enemies to lovers, book percy is my babe fr

percy was never the guy who judged the book by it's cover.

he had every type of friends. clarisse, who was the daughter of ares, the second god he despised the most. annabeth, which was his father's arch nemesis athena's daughter. thalia, the girl he couldn't get along at the first but realised they were same in different fonts, which was the daughter of zeus. also the arch nemesis of his father.

he loved his friends deeply. he was loyal to them to death and he always believed that they weren't their parents. until he met you.

you were the daughter of.. well.. hera. ranking the first in his 'i-would've-killed-if-i-had-the-power.' list. and ares with a red marker under her.

the moment you felt his judgy and awkward aura around you, you decided that you should hate him. you tried to love him, which was easy, believe me. but you always thought he hated you too, so you get along with it.

percy jackson never hated you. he was just scared from you. scared from the way you sometimes did acted like your mother. and if you would've turned out like her some day.

but you never did. you were always the same gentle, sweet, caring and motherly girl. at least to others. percy jackson was just keeping up with your attitude, the attitude he created unknowingly.

until one day, you came back to argo ii from your quest with jason and annabeth, all bruised up. jason was carrying you on his back while annabeth held your hand tightly, tears perking in her eyes.

"percy, hazel, everyone! come here please!" annabeth shouted as jason put you down gently. you rested your back to some wood wall that you didn't recognised at the moment. annabeth still held your hand, and you smiled. blood running down from your lip. "annie, m' okay." you mumbled, squezzing the girls hand.

"don't talk love," annabeth caressed your hair as the others rushed up to the main deck. hazel rushed to your side, giving you some ambrosia.

"what happened?" you heard percy ask, voice weirdly shaking. you closed your eyes and the sun suddenly was gone with someone's shadow. "hey, y/n, look at me," someone cupped your face. you slowly opened your eyes and saw percy staring at you. he had that worried face you loved so much, but never saw directed to you until now.

"who did this to you?" he asked, also looking at annabeth and jason. "who did this to her, jason? annabeth?" he asked them. you heard jason sigh.

you heard some mumbles coming from jason before you fell asleep, too tired to keep staying up.

when you woke up, someone was holding your hand. it was annabeth, who smiled the moment she saw you woken up. you smiled back, warming up with her caring behavior. "hey annie."

"hey sweetie," she said, getting up from the chair and sitting next to you on the bed. "how are you feeling?"

"great," you answered. and you did feel great. you were all bandaged and the ambrosia you ate earlier gave you energy. "what happened after i passed out? what happened to the monster?"

annabeth had a grin on her face that you saw only in special occasions. shipping kinda occasions. "well, after jason told everything that happened to percy- you remember he's asking you who did it right?" she asked.

"yeah, yeah i do. the last thing i heard was jason mumbling," you explained and she nodded. "after percy finding out who did it, and you passing out at the moment, he uh.. destroyed the monster. yeah, i think that's the perfect word for it."

she giggle at the shocked expression on your face. "i don't think the monster will reborn even, that's how crazy he went."

annabeth caressed your hair, the gentle expression she usually had coming back. "aside from the jokes, he's really worried about you. you passing out did not helped him. i could send him here, if you want."

"that would be wonderful annie," you finally managed to whisper, smiling at the girl. she returned the smile and gave your hand one last squeeze before getting out from your quarter.

not so after, percy ran into your room and closed the door behind him. "thank gods," he whispered, rushing to you. he embaced you in a hug that could easly broke someone's ribs. but you only chuckled, hugging his neck. "hello shark boy, missed me?"

you meant this question to be a joke to wipe away the awkward sitiuation between you two, but he seemed to get this seriously. "so much." he whispered into your neck, caressing your hair gently. "thought i lost you for a sec, pretty."

the pretty was new. he called you many things, not mean ones of course, but many things. the pretty was new, and it wasn't meant to annoy you. this was new too.

"nah, you're not getting away from me that easy jackson." you chuckled, inhaling his scent. the first time you actually hugged him, and finally find out what was the fuss about his hugs. they were the best. the ones that made you feel safe from everything, even from your thoughts.

"i know, it was stupid of me. i should've guessed the y/n i know wouldn't leave that easly." he finally pulled away, quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. was he crying?

"hey perce," you finally looked at his eyes. he never saw this soft expression on you, at least not looking at his way. at that moment, he was scared of what he could do to see you looking at him like that all the time.

"yeah?" he asked gently, holding your hands in his. you thought you should return the care, so you caressed his hands with your thumbs.

"thank you." you said. "for, in annabeth's words, destroying that monster. and for getting worried about me."

he smiled. a geniune smile you only saw giving to his friends. "anytime angel, would fight the gods for you." he said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

"i'm sorry for acting like the way i did," you said, ignoring the butterlies dancing in your stomach. "thought you hated me."

"hate you?" he shouted a bit, squeezing your hands. "i never hated you. i thought you hated me."

"i did!" you bluntly said, and that earned a chuckle from him. "because you judged me because of my mother!"

"no! i swear i didn't mean that to happen," he said quickly, sitting close to you. "i was just scared you'd be all.. mean like your mother. but i realised you weren't and i was so late to fix everything. you were already hating me."

you only sighed, and looked at your intertwined hands. it made you touch your foreheads, and he leaned to you gladly. "i was so scared i lost you before i even made it up." he whispered.

"don't worry, i'd haunt you." you laughed, and he laughed along with you.

you pulled away your one hand to caress his cheek, which he accepted the touch happily. his gaze suddenly flickered to your lips, and the next second he was leaning in.

"would you like to know another fact?" he said, grinning like a devil. you nervously smiled, thumb caressing his jawline. "what?"

"i wanted to kiss you for a sickingly long time now," he said quietly, leaning in until your nose touched. you prayed to every olympian that he wouldnt hear your heartbeat, beating crazy inside your ribs.

"yeah? i knew you had a thing for me," you teased, holding his chin in your fingers. he only continued grinning, his breath hitting your lips. "you were stupidly obvious about it."

"i don't give a single fuck," he breathed out before smashing his lips onto yours, eagerly kissing you. his hands cupped your face and you gripped his shirt.

the kiss felt like it was bound to happen. like it was a prophecy becoming true. you secretly knew this would happen eventually, because he indeed was stupidly obvious about his feelings. you always thought percy jackson hated you, but everytime you turned your head, he would be there. standing by your side.

you pulled away only to breath, lips still few inches away. "i had a thing for you too, if you couldn't tell." you chuckled. he let out a breathless laugh, annoyingly hot.

"yeah i figured it out," he said. then he finally looked away from your lips to stare deep in your eyes, grinning. "you're stuck with me now angel. prepare yourself to see me everytime, attached to you by the hip."

"when did i never?"

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[justcallmesakira]

DOA trio (Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma) separately with a fem reader who

Absolutely loves everything pink, frilly and with bows.

Nsfw and sfw PLEEASSEE.

Fyodor definitely has an innocence kink or something..

"TIED YOU UP WITH RIBBONS"

Sypnosis: DOA trio with a s/o who is just obsessed with frilly dollete stuff!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: bondage, clit teasing, use of vibrator, hickeys

A/N: PLEASE I LOVE DIS REQUEST SO FUCKING MUCH BECAUSE LITEARLY ME

FYODOR definitely likes well dressed women, its just his type!

I am pretty sure he can easily get you all types frilly stuff its really easy for him

Though he sometimes wonders why you are so obsessed with it infact hes more shocked when he sees your curtained bedroom

His eyes being flashed by all sorts of stuff like teddies, plushies bows pretty clothes

Sure he will act a bit judgy when he finally takes a seat in your feathery brown sofa but he will get used to it

No because i can see both yalls aesthetic being opposite he might even match fits with you!

Like for example for him dark coquette and you light coquette

Imagine calmly walking beside a lake in the afternoon with the clouds like gloomy???

I think he also likes seeing you in dolly like clothes like pink lolita skirts, big PUFFY ones and i mean puffy puffy.

NSFW MENTIONS★

I can totally see this one ride of a man have an innocence kink

I personally cant see fyodor be into bondage but he absolutely loves edging you for hours

Pressing a pink vibrator against you clit and watching you with a sadistic face as you whimper and beg to be his little fuck doll

Fyodor absolutely loves ruining your innocence especially if its in your bedroom because the you will be constantly reminded of last night

I can assure you NIKOLAI is more obsessed with dressing you like his doll then you being obsessed with pink

Not only in dollete clothes also in maid dresses with frills, pink nurse costumes, maybe even jester clothes

If you dont like the red and yellow then he will jjst make dress you into a soft pink and baby blue parriot like melanie in her Glued Up mv.

He loves doing your make up the most whether its heavy or just tinted he can do it pretty well

But what he enjoys the mlst is teasing you like asking you to mark him by revealing his collar

Nikolai definitely calls you innocent lamb, little fleece, angellete every type of pet name like this

Sometimes if you ask him to tie the ribbon he might tie it a bit too tight just to see you squirm in discomfort

NSFW MENTIONS ★

He definitely has a doll kink, shifting you here and there and using you like a marionette

Tying you up with pink laces, your wrists above your head just so he can see your pretty face whine and squirm

OKAY HEAR ME OUT nikolai specifically buying you those pretty lingerie sets you know the ones with like a transparent layer on top?

Nikolai very touchy so expect a larger hand at the top of you thighs at all times or stroking your white stockings randomly

I dont really know what to type for SIGMA because he already memorized your characteristics and stuff you like!

For example if you like big poofy skirt you will already have 10 different of them in ur closet all ready!

Hes actually intrested in your style

So one time you tied his hair in a ribbon and you just couldnt stop luaghing

I think sigma has really skilled hands so he can style your hair with different clips!

He isnt really a menace like the other two so you will just find him staring at your cotton teddies

You two switch both of them at night and he likes your one better because it reeks of strawberry <3

NSFW MENTIONS ★

Personally the thing i can see him doing is making you place hickeys on his neck

SORRY but i jst cant see him be kinky with an innocent type reader

He just wants to cuddle with you man😭

Infact sigma probably blushes and curses himself whenever hes staring at your stockings for too long

A/n: sorry it was short also FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT!!!

Tags! : @inojuuy @little-miss-chaoss @terururuko

Divider crds! : @muruffin

#nikolai bsd #Nikolai x reader #Nikolai gogol x readee #Nikolai x you #Nikolai x y/n #nikolai gogol x you #Nikolai gogol x reader #Bsd x reader #Nikolai smut #Fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #Fyodor bsd #bsd x reader suggestive #Fyodor smut #Fyodoe x you #fyodor x reader fluff #Sigma x you #Sigma x y/n #Sigma x reader #Bsd sigma #bsd fyodor #Doa x readee #Decays of angels x reader #Sigma smut #sakiras writing notebook!!!

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*eats the incubus x angel writing* delicious, absolutely delicious! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)♡ i really enjoyed it, and i completely understand!! also, the wait was totally worth it!!! i luvved it!!!!X3⁠♡ (also, also, random wittle thing, could i gets a part 2?:3 i have become enamored with the idea of large, angel reader just being the most submissive and obedient top for a dominant and flirtatious incubus^⁠ω⁠^)

:3 anon

... for you.... merry valentines :3 

dombot afab incubus x amab subtop angel...... realness. chillin on earth, cw;; glimpse of amateur pussy eating and missionary.

it was confusing.. your relationship wirh him and all. making you learn all sorts of new things about your body... you couldn't not be near him. he was just so pretty and tiny, you can't control your urges to not be around him !! going as far as bringing him to one of your favorite places on earth.. showing him around without knowing that he's totally seen everything ur showing him but willing to play dumb and indulge you just to see ur face light up as he expresses his delight. so cute.. finally, bringing him to a spot, seemingly uncharted yet tamed island.. it was calming,, even having a little nest for him to lay in, acting all shy as you present it to him... butterflies swarming his tummy as he reaches up and squishes your cheeks in his fingers, smiling and showing off his sharp teeth,,, pulling you down til you were practically hunched over just to meet him face-to-face and tonguing you out LOL.

indulging in conversation, somewhere comfortable.. him mentioning something about his pals from faraway land... your face, seemlingly without realizing, growing stoic as he mentions a close "friend" of his. not even such.. he didn't have friends... he only had you. you would be happy to now that he didn't let himself be used for the fun of it, instead using your semen to live off of.. who knew angel cum was so energizing? who knew angels could cum? he didn't think they had it in them, so damm judgy when they happen to cross path. assuming they all had some sort of stick up their ass; something along the lines of punishing themselves by denying their own orgasm... happy to have met you. you were so happy and excited to see him. completely different aesthetics.. complimenting each other so well, he likes to think so.. your large wings fluttering as he greets you sweetly, wings that seem to disappear in existence and suddenly pop back in whenever you so pleased them...

a bit startled at the sight of your dead face... but so welcoming. he hadn't seen this expression before.. immediately assuming; "huh? wh-what.. what, are you jealous?" his face lights up at the thought of his big strong angel being jealous over him mentioning someone else. gazing up at your hulking frame with dazzling crimson heart-shaped eyes, his thin tail, tipped with a heart shape, swishing around in interest.. thick, grey toned thighs rubbing together for friction to ease his poor aching pussy,,, he can't help himself - just being around you gets him so riled up, even without trying! so cute, seeing you get all surprised and bashful... his eyes glancing downward to your thighs; wanting to see the thick muscle that rested in-between underneath your robes..

"what? i am not.. jealous.." your face darkens in color; embarrassed and looking away from the tiny... short incubus that stares up at you, knowing everything there is to know about you and your body... "that's.. i could never.." hunching over to make yourself smaller, rubbing ur thighs together as you look away..

"you are.. you totally are!" he snickers to himself, covering his hand daintily over his plump lips.. what a perfect time to take advatange of your spluttering form.. laughing and teasing while guiding you down, face leveled to his pussy... talkin bout;; "gotta make it up to me now.. lying to my face like that, angel.." he tsks softly, hand trailing down and spreading his dripping cunt; watching as your eyes seem to lighten,,, "why don't you start by.." trailing off as you finish for him - a bit too eager to please, no?? inchin closer and sliding yr tongue up his fleshy folds,, catching all his juices on yr long tongue that he seemed to take a liking to... spreading his lips open yourself; lips attaching to his clit just like he showed you; sucking, licking... holding his thighs from squeezing your head too hard.. before he was pulling you up and hurriedly grinding his cunt along your dick, no time to act startled as he was aiming yr dick to his slit and pulling you forward by your hips roughly, his tail wrapping around your thigh awkwardly as you fil him up to the fucking brim - choking on his breath from the sting of his pussy stretching to accomdate yr thick cock, never able to get used to the size of you... butterflies swarming his tummy, all giddy;

wrapping his legs around your waist and pulling you deeper into his cunt, leam arms laced in leather straps around his biceps around your neck as you bury your face in his shoulder... whimpering like a big ol baby as you throb in his snug ribbed pussy,,,, stretching him painfully open. of course, cumming relatively quickly with soft cries that would one mistake you as being really upset... but showing for it as you make yourself last second time around and positively ruining him.. obviously that deserves some praise for ruining him of all things..,, "its like we were made for each other, angel... we just fit each other so well don't we????" and yr cock bulges from his tummy. him looking at it in wonder and pressing on it, breathless. so eager to watch it fall and rise every time you pumped into him.,,,, hand curling over your neck and convulsing on yr dick as he cums on your dick, riding it out and grinding into you as you hump him into the soft surface he was lounging on...,, pussy overtly ensitive, but shrugging it off just so he can feel you rock into him at a sloppy pace..

#ocs =͟͟͞͞★ #incubus x angel #x male reader #male reader #x top male reader #top male reader #dombot character :p #subtop male reader #x sub male reader #* ( :3 ) !!!

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I wanna be best buds with Lucifer. All my brain cells r now fixated on the short munchkin dressed like a haunted puppet with depression who CLEARLY needs a new passion project in his life.

Depressed Dad is clearly in need of something or someONE to kick him out of his depression funk. Y/N could be just the ESA he needs. The hell equivalent of those little marimo moss balls parents buy for kids who are too irresponsible to remember to feed fish.

What I'm saying is, the platonic yandere potential is off the charts. We go to Valentino to get hungover and fucked, but we go to Luci for a hangover cure and a comfy couch to crash on.

Honestly I was thinking of something, like

Lucifer just wants to assume everyone down there is the worst, but imagine he comes to the Hotel to see Charlie and Reader is there as a guest and, SOMETHING happens

Like I was imagining it would be really cute if Lucifer's first visit to the Hotel went significantly worse and Charlie and him are arguing and Reader is the one who tries to help them make amends. Constantly fighting the feminine urge to put musicals in these fucking fics or posts but you wind up singing a tune about how WAIT, please don't go, the two of them have to make up, and clearly he's a good person and an even better dad because CHARLIE is like rhe nicest sweetest bestest person you've ever met

and then after you're done Charlie is like BAWLING like when Angel forgave her, just grabbing you and her Dad, "this is the first time they've saaaaang, they've been too shy and they did it for US, that's so beautiful!!!" just like HARD CRYING and you're basically like Honorary Child 2 at that point

I can just. mmm, imagine if you knew Val first and then befriended the Morningstars. Valentino tries to force you to do something one day and you're just like, picking up your phone, staring Val dead in the face as you text someone. FIVE MINUTES LATER, there's a knock to the door of the set, and you rush to open it, and everyone starts losing their fucking MIIIINDS as LUCIFER HIMSELF walks in

You give Valentino a grin that would have made a demon proud as if to say "fucking try me bitch" before turning back to Lucifer, "heeeeeey short king! I'm sorry for messaging out of the blue but I missed you! Hey, i think my friend Mr Valentino was about to like, give me a job or something?"

Lucifer's just all, "oh, you mean like working the lights or, helping mop the floors cause, I don't think that suits a young lady/man/whatever like yourself!"

Like can you imagine Val was having you read some AWFUL like NAAAAASTY script before Luci came in and it's still in his hand and you point at it, "hey isn't that it right there?" And Valentino and potentially even Vox have to SCRAMBLE, "No no not at all, this is, uh, my laundromat receipt!" *shoves the entire booklet into a nearby shark demon's mouth

Lucifer is standing there being, kinda judgy like he was with Charlie's hotel but otherwise being friendly and YOURE the one being the "silent" menace. Valentino is GRINDING his teeth, "soooo, Mr Morningstar, sir, big fan, excellent work, uh, what can we do for you?" And you're just slinging an arm around THE DEVIL "oh, me and him were gonna go grab lunch and I was maybe gonna crash at his daughter's new place where Mr Lucifer here is gonna be visiting all the time. You don't mind right?" and Vox has to step in and answer "yeah, sure no problem!!!" because Valentino is about to devolve into nothing but furious squeaking

This is an idea I'm prolly gonna wind up using for a platonic Husker thing but, Reader having an abusive childhood and Lucifer becomes aware that YOUR dad was a mean piece of shit, definitely down in Hell too or previously exterminated, and Lucifer just finds you like DRUNK IN THE GUTTER, "I'm a looooooser just like my dad". Like. Yandad Luci here is probably the type where he sees you having ONE bad hangover and he's concrete convinced you're a hardcore alcoholic and need rehab STAT. Which may be true but what I'm saying is is that, he sees you at your weakest ONCE and he's suddenly like "Oh no, duckling! cmon, let, uh, let ... Daaaaaad help you? 🥺" and you find out his idea of help is like. Extremely well intentioned but horribly well executed as he's over here, "you know what helps MY depression? Inventing things in my workshop" and you look around to 4000 versions of the same rubber duck and you're like "s so.... is it working" and he just emphatically declares "No! :D but I think it's getting a little better with you here!" and your fate is fucking sealed and wait until Lilith moseys on back into town and finds the "savior" of her goofy little husband and best bud of her daughter and now you've got every Morningstar on your side in totally The Most Normal Ways Possible :)

#yandere hellaverse #yander hazbin hotel #sinprompts #idk sometimes im nwver sure when to tag things

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Don't Blame Me (Smut)

Summary: if there's one thing that makes Hannibal Lecter lose control, is rudeness.

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x reader, past Alana Bloom x reader (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut!

English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know! It came out a little different than the ask cause I just don't see Hannibal losing his shit like that hahahahah I hope you like it anyway, anon!

Word Count: 2277

It's common knowledge that one must never miss a Lecter soiree. 

Always one of the most expected events of the year, I was lucky and even grateful to be invited. I've known Hannibal since the years on Hopkins, he'd always been Alana's interesting acquaintance, one I never thought I'd catch the attention of. 

Turns out we have more interests in common than I originally thought. He's a skilled artist, so am I. We both enjoy opera, and love to play instruments, mine being mostly flute and oboe. I could still hear the angelic sound of the harpsichord being played half an hour earlier. Impressive how his fingers glided through the keys, how effortlessly he recorded complex tunes to entertain his guests.

"I missed the days that sparkle in your eyes were directed to me" Alana's jest ringed in my ears, making me jump a little. She chuckled. "Look at you all jumpy. Relax, Y/n. He didn't catch you staring."

"Shut up, Lana" I shoved her playfully, sipping the red wine. "Do not get me started on Will Graham and those puppy eyes. He's staring right now, you know. You should give the poor man a chance."

"Okay, I got it. I won't meddle in your affairs anymore."

"There is no affair." I wish there was, I thought to myself, taking another sip of the wine while I eyed Hannibal from afar, talking to an older woman dressed like a peacock. "I…"

"I noticed your glass is nearly empty, so I fetched you another one" a familiar voice came from behind me, and the glass was abruptly removed from my hand and replaced with a fuller one. I contained my desire to roll my eyes once I saw who the intruder was.

"Frederick. Were you also invited or just crashed the party to feast on good things for once?" I teased, narrowing my eyes while looking at the director of the general administrator for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. 

"My dear Y/n, I wouldn't dream of it. Of course I was invited. Moreover, I would avoid all this meat if I were you. You never know the provenance, if you know what I mean." He lowered his voice, coming closer and almost whispering in my ear. I could not help to actually roll my eyes this time, turning to face him. "I am, after all, restrained to low protein meat, that is."

"You still believe that silly theory that Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper? Please, Chilton. I never deemed you to be clever, but this is plain stupidity." I allowed the alcohol to make me more straightforward, chuckling on my words.

"Sticks and stones, little Y/n. Sticks and stones." Chilton teased, stepping away and going to bother someone else with his presence.

"For god's sake, the man is a burden" I whispered to Alana, who cracked at the comment.

"He has always been like this, you know that. I don't fathom why you always allow him to get under your skin."

"I've known Frederick for longer than you, Lana. Believe me, if you give that man a hand, he will most certainly grab your arm, shoulder and everything else you have to offer. Now, if you excuse me, I shall mingle a little bit more before the dinner actually begins. His interaction gave me a sour taste on my tongue."

I clicked my glass to Alana's, walking around the room and chatting to some people. Uninteresting conversations filled my ears and fake smiles made my lips start to tire out, but as soon as Hannibal's chocolate eyes were on me, I felt my entire demeanour change. 

An idea occurred to me as I walked straight to the balcony, hoping he would join me. The night breeze engulfed me and I realized how trapped I was feeling inside that house, with those judgy stares and meaningless conversations. My wine glass remained untouched as I placed it on the strong wood porch, contemplating the cloudless sky.

"Tired of the good old socialization already?" I grunted when I realized that was not the voice I longed to hear, turning back to face Frederick.

"Careful, Chilton. One might say you are stalking me. As far as I remember, that's still a crime." I crossed my arms to show how much I unappreciated his presence, stepping away until my back was against the balcony.

"Come now, what have I done to deserve so much animosity? We used to be colleagues, friends if I dare to be so bold."

"An old dog with difficulty dropping the dry bone he was once given. Are you really that starved, Frederick? That's pitiful." I was aware of how indelicate I was getting, but he was starting to bother me immensely. "If there's one thing you are not, it's bold. Arrogant and extremely annoying, yes. Can't stand to hear a loud no? That checks, too. One must always let go of the past if we wish to evolve. God knows I have."

He dismissed everything I said with a slight wave of his hand, getting closer. I could smell the faint scent of whiskey, imagining that, after the loss of some of his organs, he probably would get drunk much easier. He tried to reach me with his free hand, but awkwardly dropped my glass, causing it to crash a few meters down. 

We were alone and a little far from the other guests. The balcony's door was closed shut. I felt my hands start to tremble a bit, and realized I had to get out of there before things could get out of hand.

"Seriously, Frederick?" I snarled, rolling my eyes. "Playtime is over. Let me through, I'm getting out of here."

"Y/n, I…" he held my wrist with considerable strength, making me gasp. I tried to pull away but he was strong, and before I could snap and finally throw the punch he deserved, a low, deep voice echoed.

"I believe you heard the lady clearly, Dr. Chilton." There was a different gleam in Hannibal's eyes, and I wasn't the only one to notice. Frederick turned paler, letting go of my wrist with haste. "I think you should go. You've had too much wine, I see."

He hesitated, but agreed with a nod, leaving the balcony without looking back. Hannibal stared at him through his shoulder darkly and I released the breath I was holding, my knees would have given out if Hannibal had not held me discreetly, supporting my weight with an arm around my waist.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He inquired, one hand lifting my face so I could look at him. I was so embarrassed. "Do you need a place to rest?"

"Not at all, Hannibal. Do not worry about me, it was just a fright and the wine. I cannot steal the host of his guests."

"Nonsense. Come, I will take you to the guest bedroom. We can enter through the kitchen, so no one will see your state. Please" he pointed to the other door, showing that there was no space to argue, and I just surrendered, allowing him to guide me through the vast kitchen filled with employees working to the elegant guest bedroom, shutting the door behind us. 

I sat on the comfortable mattress, appreciating the shades of cream and white, and the beautiful vintage-like furniture that seemed to complement the place perfectly. I realized then that Hannibal had fallen silent, and I stared at him with worry. He had turned his back to me, leaning on the dresser, breathing a little heavier.

"Hannibal?" I called, getting up and walking towards him, reaching out with my hand on his shoulder. His face was impassive, but he had that same look in his eyes again, something ancient and darker that wides his pupils and pierces his lips tightly.  I allow myself to reach deeper, caressing his strong arm and feeling the muscles tense under his suit. "What is it?"

"He dared to touch you like that" he pointed in a cold tone. "Like you are someone else's property."

My eyes softened as I felt some butterflies in my stomach, and I took the liberty to grab his chin, kissing his cheek tenderly in appreciation.

"Forget about Frederick, he is immature and arrogant. I will call him tomorrow to address this matter."

He still had that predatorial look in his eyes that gave me shivers, though not the way it should. Something in being that much protected by him made me feel dear and precious like an exotic pearl. 

He would not give in, and I felt bold enough to once more kiss his handsome face, this time on his jawline, near his left ear. That caught his attention, and he towered over me, cradling my face with his enormous hands, making my eyes tremble with the feeling of electricity that flowed through my veins. With no hesitation, his lips crashed against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, the hunger for him making my loins combust. 

"I have wanted this for so long…" I murmured against his neck, his fancy perfume invading my nostrils. He smelled so good. 

"As did I, Y/n. You have been in my thoughts a great deal lately" he confessed, making me blush. Impostor syndrome trying to kick in, I avoid the self-degrading thoughts as I delight in his open mouthed kisses in my skin, gasping in pleasure when he lightly bites my shoulder, enjoying it more than I ever thought I would.

"Your guests…" I tried to be reasonable, a dirty smile playing on my lips.

"The dinner will take a little while longer, I'm afraid" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on the lobe with a mischievous deep chuckle. He lifted my dress to my waist, since we didn't really have that much time to spare, and I got rid of my panties, almost tripping on them with my heels and the rush. 

His hand went to my core, testing how wet I was, and he smiled with how soaked I felt. A loud moan echoed through the room and he removed his hand at once, lifting one finger at me as he would chastise a child. I frowned with frustration, lifting my chin to face him.

"We are not supposed to be too loud, Y/n. You do not want the guests to hear us, do you? Imagine the scandal" that made me laugh with pure bliss, nodding in agreement. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Oh, fuck. Is this really happening?

"Yes. Yes, I will" I agreed in haste, and he effortlessly lifted me up, sitting me on the dresser and starting to unzip his pants. I tried to control my breathing and anticipation, pleasuring myself with the vision of his hard cock, precum glistening at the tip. He massaged it with his hand for a few seconds before he towered over me, holding my hips in place while he entered me so painfully slowly I nearly sobbed.

To avoid the loud moans, I bit my left fist, suppressing the sounds as my insides clenched to accommodate him. A joyful smile illustrated his lips, his hair falling over his eyes due to the sweat, and he looked like a Greek statue. I could not avoid the mesmerized stare, melting in admiration, as he leaned to cover my lips with his own one more time, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was famished. Still slowly, he started to move his hips, almost both torturing and indulging me at the same time. I entangled my legs around him, pulling him closer to the point one could swear we were one. He moaned my name, followed by an almost savage growl that sent vibrations through my entire body and, for a while, I regretted how little time we had. He seemed to sense that, rushing his movements until the dresser started to hit the wall and, for a moment, I was certain everyone outside could hear us. 

So much for discretion, I thought, grabbing his broad shoulders while he inserted himself deeper and deeper inside of me. His thumb began to stimulate my clit and, sensing I would begin to cry out at any moment, Hannibal silenced me with his lips, allowing me to moan against his mouth as I felt the tension start to build up in my lower abdomen.

I felt him pull out his cock, replacing it with his skilled fingers, finishing on my thighs. I followed him right after, covering my mouth until my moans were unsteady breaths. 

I hadn't even realized Hannibal had left until he came back from the suite with a hot towel, starting to clean me up. I thanked him with a sweet kiss, doing my best to fix his clothes and hair. We both knew it wouldn't do any good, but he enjoyed my caresses and how I took care of him as well. He took one of my hands — the one Chilton grabbed like a brute earlier — and kissed my wrist, right where small purple bruises began to form. 

"We should go back. Who is going to serve dinner? We're being unforgivably selfish" I taunted, chuckling lightly.

"Perhaps you should be my dinner, then" he jested, and I openly laughed, shoving him playfully.

"Later. If you'll have me, that is." I lifted my eyebrows with expectation, staring at his brown irises.

"It would be my pleasure, Y/n" with a last kiss, he went to the bathroom suite to fix his appearance, leaving me with a silly smile and a warm feeling in my chest.

#hannibal x reader #hannibal #hannibal x you #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x you #nbc hannibal #hannibal imagine #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal lecter imagine #hannibal lecter #hannibal lecter fanfiction #will graham #mads mikkelsen #hannibal headcanon #hannibal fanfic #hannibal lecter headcanon #Alana Bloom #Frederick Chilton

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salty treat | jhs (m)

pairing — jung hoseok x reader summary — a boring date night at the movies always has a chance of getting more interesting. but Hoseok needs to keep it together before they get caught. genre — smut, pwp rate — 18+ word count — 1.5k warnings — explicit sexual content. oral sex (m receiving), masturbation (m receiving), exhibitionism.

“May the date of making fun of action movies commence,” you announced in a cheery tone. You could almost jump up and down in excitement. 

“Finally something appropriate to channel those judgy instincts of yours,” he smirked, and his smile grew bigger when your jaw dropped.

“Hardy har har.”

“What, you can dish it, but can’t take it? That’s healthy,” he joked, pressing you against his chest and kissing your temple.

“Whatever.”

“Man, that popcorn looks tasty,” Hoseok said, staring at the concession counter with an almost inappropriate gaze.

“Look at you, salivating like a Pavlov contestant,” you joked, but you could still see the excitement in his eyes through his annoyed face.

“Well, that was kind of mean,” Hoseok said. “What’s up with that?”

“Nothing, I just think you look really cute when I tease you,” you tried to appease him, kissing his cheek, and he softened ever so slightly. After all, he knew what he was getting into when he decided to make a partner out of his best friend.

“Whatever. I’m going for the popcorn.” He said. “Keep the teasing to yourself, please and thank you.”

You entered the concessions stand line hand in hand, and your teasingly short attention span found something else to focus on. Standing in line in front of you, there was a balding man wearing a feather earring and a worn down leather jacket. 

You turned to Hoseok with the let’s-gossip-about-this face he knew so well. He was, obviously, still dreaming about his popcorn bowl. You nudge him with your elbow and point to your subject.

“What sort of midlife crisis do you think is happening here?” you whispered, holding your laugh the best you can, but no answer from Hoseok. “Do you think he has a vintage Harley-Davidson?” you continue to try to pry on this poor man’s life, and Hoseok shushes you. 

Dumbfounded, you fidgeted from side to side, and tried to find another target for your commentary, looking around at the almost dead movie theater. But a caressing hand and a restricting arm held you in place.

“Hold tight, baby. Don’t get impatient on me now,” he whispered. Hoseok pulled you tight against his side, his hand firmly holding your hips in place and kissed your cheek.

“I’m not impatient,” you mumble, crossing your arms in defeat.

“If you say so…” he appeased. His lips were caressing your forehead, and the feel of his soft lips were sending chills down your spine. The scent of his perfume was engulfing you now, and you felt your knees weakened. 

You hugged him, close enough for the tip of your nose to travel through his slightly exposed clavicle. You had to, somehow, thank Biker Boy for the long order. Maybe leaving him alone would do.

Hoseok didn’t stop your tender caresses to his shoulder, so you saw it as an open invitation to kiss his neck, and then his jaw, reaching closer and closer to his lips. He stiffened.

“Behave,” Hoseok warned. Before you could entertain yourself — or tease him — any further, the line moved.

You thought you’d have the whole room to yourselves. After all, this was rated a horrible movie when it premiered almost a month ago. But there were, surprisingly, a complete total of 6 people seated.

Previews had already started, so you rushed to the seats in the back. You cozied up to Hoseok, and this time he welcomed it, throwing an arm around your shoulder. 

With your head once again on his shoulder, your hand makes a way to his inner thigh, caressing him there. The theater lights were turned off, and his perfume caressed you again. You’re so close from his neck that you can feel the texture of his skin with the tip of your nose. You inhaled deeply, and can’t control the hum that escaped your throat.

Hoseok giggles, breaking your concentration. “Do you want to leave?” He asked, turning his head to look at you.

“No. Why?”

“Because you clearly don’t want to see the movie. I know I’m a handsome man that you can’t take your hand off me, but the movie date was your idea.” he joked.

“Who said we can’t combine the two of them?” you whispered in his ear, moving your hand up his thigh, surprised he seemed as interested as you. “Well, aren’t we excited?” you whispered. 

You trailed small pecks around his earlobe, his jaw, going down the side of his neck. Your hands went back to his thigh, and you felt his bulge grow when you made sure to trail his sensitive spot with your tongue.

“This is getting out of control,” Hoseok started, frantic. “We’ll get caught.”

“No, we won’t. Not unless you get too in love with my tongue,” you joked, and he had to run his palm against his face.

“Isn’t it best if we just go back to watching the movie?”

“Anything you want, baby. But I do need to warn you,” you whispered seductively. “I’ll be thinking about your hard cock growing in my mouth through every second of this movie.”

Hoseok’s leg was bouncing up and down in nervousness, but he did lick his lips while looking at your hand still resting on his thigh. You were almost in. He sighed before scolding you. “You’re a sick, sick person.”

You smirked, pecking his lips. “Just relax, we’ll be fine.”

“Go quick,” he urged. 

He facilitates the unzipping of his pants, moving his popcorn bowl out of the way and scooching down on his seat, using the light of the screen so you can see better. You tried your best not to moan at the sight of his cock out in the open, Hoseok was already antsy enough.

But when the warmth of your tongue pressed against his length, he sighed a little too loudly, and you had to squeeze his thigh as a reminder of your impromptu rendezvous. He shoved popcorn into his mouth to cover the moans he was doing a poor job of hiding. 

He would have to try harder, though. You made the effort to coat his penis entirely, using tongue and cheeks to massage him. Hoseok was now biting his own hand, and before your gag reflex could flare up and ruin this moment, your head bobs back, leaving a trail of saliva behind. Nature’s lubricant.

You massaged him up and down with your hand, and your mouth and tongue followed suit behind. His hand rested atop your head, not guiding you, but not letting you leave either. He took the opportunity of loud explosion noises to moan.

“This is so fucking good,” he whimpered. The sounds of your muffled laugh got to him, and he hissed. You’d worry about getting blacklisted from the movie theater for life, but Hoseok got grabby with your neck, and you knew he would finish soon.

His breath caught in his throat when you cupped his testicles and caressed him with his thumb. You were definitely getting thrown out any second now, but Hoseok was showing all signs of being close.

“You cannot control yourself, can you?” you whispered, finishing the job with only your hand now. 

“And whose fault is it?” He retorts, placing the popcorn bowl in front of him, shielding the view of a couple of people who were turning around.

But that didn’t deter you. Your hand massaged him swiftly, using the pressure you knew he liked.

“I’m close,” he whispered, closing his eyes tightly. Your finger caressed his tip, and inhaling sharply, he came. On the popcorn bowl. You snickered, but before you could comment. You clocked the custodian far away. Hoseok ran his hand across his face, and you tried to unzip his pants back up as quickly and as smoothly as possible. Hoseok was finally calm enough to see the man walking towards the both of you, and threw his arm around your shoulder again.

“Hello sir, misses. We had complaints about disturbance coming from this area…”

“Oh, my. Really?” Hoseok said as he played innocent. “We didn’t hear anything, sir. I’m sorry that we can’t help you.” He continued, but you could see the custodian didn’t buy that entirely.

“That’s alright, enjoy the movie.” He excused himself, and you kept one eye on the movie and another on the custodian, noticing when he planted himself in front of the emergency exit with the broad view of your seats. 

Hoseok finally relaxed and took notice of his popcorn.

“Well, these are ruined now.”

“And whose fault is it?” you mocked.

“Yours,” he responded, quite annoyed, but pecked your lips.

“I dare you to take a bite of your popcorn with exotic seasoning,” you laughed, and Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“Stop it, or I’ll make you eat it,” he grumbled.

“I should’ve just let you cum in my mouth. Now you’ll be testy for the rest of the day.”

“Maybe next time,” he joked. “We’ll pick a horror movie, so people won’t be so shocked if I scream.”

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Wildest Dreams: Chapter 7

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, eventual drinking and drugs, fem!reader, smut every once in a while, a little angst, protective pedro, panic attack (not detailed), just he being an angel mostly.

n/a: thanks for last chapter’s comments! they always put a smile on my face :D

word count: 1,751

After the extra days off in Berlin, life back at the movie set was not your cup of tea. New director, new schedule, new dynamics. You weren’t able to spend as much time alone with Pedro anymore, because they were redoing a big part of the movie and keeping the same end date for the shootings — that meant no more night sneakouts for both of you, not on working days at least. You still texted all the time and kept staring at each other every time you were in the same room, but you just missed how things were at the beginning, especially with this sparkle happening between you two. You eagerly waited for your off day announcement, hoping it would match Pedro’s for the first time in almost a month. When you got the paper, it upset you. Later, on the same day, you asked Pedro to come over to your cabin for a little, which he happily did.

You could see how tired he was, 3 months into the shooting. This was an ungrateful industry, for sure. You were tired yourself, being just an assistant. You hugged him once the door was closed.

“I’ve missed you so much, mi princesa”, he whispered in your ear. “This filming schedule will end up killing all of us.”

“Yeah, I’m not looking forward to the final month, we are so behind…” You couldn’t help but worry about all the extra hours to come, but you didn’t want to spend your time with him talking about work. “I was wondering, I will have the day after tomorrow off. I saw you don’t, but maybe you could ask for it?”

“I can try”, he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “There’s something I’ve meaning to tell you about.”

Your anxious ass was already nervous. You stared at him, waiting.

“Donna asked me about the nature of our relationship”, a little pout on his face. “I didn’t give her an answer, but I guess people have been gossiping about it.”

“We don’t even get to spend that much time together anymore”, you felt upset. “That’s just so fucking unfair.”

He held you closer into his chest, giving you a little kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re the only thing keeping me sane, sweetheart”, Pedro promised, as you got caught up on hearing his heart pumping hard inside his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“It isn’t your fault, P”, you said softly. “That’s the one thing you can’t protect me from, I guess.”

Pedro breathed out strongly, feeling frustrated.

“I just wish we could come clean”, he confessed. “I feel hiding it just makes it look worse for us, and I really don’t think we’re doing anything wrong.”

“People already give me these dirty, judgy looks only being suspicious of it”, you replied. “Picture if we come out, my life here would turn into hell and probably none of these people would put out a good word about me for a next gig.”

“I hate how they choose to pick on you, not me”, Pedro touches your arm with affection. “What do you want to do?”

“It would be lovely if we got the same day off, as a start.” You loved how he was always asking your opinion. “Maybe we could go back to that pub in Berlin, just get out of this place for a bit.”

“I will make sure it happens, promise”, he showed you his pinky. You smiled and took it, kissing him briefly on the lips — there’s no time or energy for more than that.

The next day, you get early to the common area and, before you get to say anything to let them know you were there, you hear Pedro and Donna mentioning your name. It looked like they were having an argument.

“This will fuck your career up if you don’t drop it”, she said, getting an angry look from him. “I did everything you asked: Dave’s out, I kept her on the crew and I will recommend her to future jobs, but that’s what you’re getting from me.”

“You’re talking like she was a kid or something”, Pedro argued with a frustrated tone.

“You know it’s fucking wrong, otherwise you wouldn’t have kept it as a secret until now”, Donna told him, making you fell incredible bad. You should make a sound or something, but it felt like it was too late. “A scandal like this can ruin the whole movie campaign, the award season, every single thing is on the line here. For what? A twenty-something old pussy? Please.”

“I won’t ask you again to watch your fucking mouth when you talk about her”, he was controlling himself, the tension on his body showing.

“You can have your fucking day off Pedro”, she shaked her shoulders. “I wash my hands, but if this backlashes against the project or the studio, I might not be able to do anything about you, but she is fucked.”

“Don’t you fucking dare”, he warned her.

“You heard me and you better make sure she knows what she is getting into”, Donna didn’t seem intimidated. “That’s if you’re even keeping her after we’re done here.”

Pedro didn’t reply and she went away to the opposite direction, her last statement still floating in the air. Fuck, that didn’t look good. You didn’t want him to know you just heard all of that, so you quietly sneaked back to your cabin. That conversation was everything you were able to think about during the day, as you did your best to avoid being with both of them. Later, Pedro texted you to come over with your bag packed for the day away. Once you got there, he greeted you with a tired smile and occupied himself with packing his own luggage.

“I heard you and Donna today”, you confessed. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before.”

Pedro looked at you, a worried look in his eyes.

“Which part?” He asked, using his hand to invite you to sit on his bed with him.

“The last one”, you frowned. “Was she right?”

“About what?”

“You don’t keeping me after.”

He breathed out slowly, running his hands on his face.

“I don’t know what life will bring, sweetheart”, he started, but your heart was already racing. That’s definitely not what you wanted to hear. “Of course I care about you, but I told you before, I can’t make long term promises right now.”

It just broke you a little bit — at least, he is being honest, you thought. But it didn’t help the sinking feeling you felt inside.

“Thanks for making things clear”, you whispered, doing your best to hold back the tears. “We should get going… Let’s enjoy the month we have left.”

“Baby girl—”

“It’s fine, Pedro”, you didn’t let him finish. “Let’s just go.”

So you two did. The drive to Berlin was absolute silence and, once you got there, you went straight to the same pub/night club from the first time you went out together. Pedro’s friends were waiting for you there, but your mind just wasn’t in it. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but that wasn’t it. You felt heartbroken to the point you couldn’t pretend everything was fine and just be around him, so you decided to sit at the bar by yourself. He didn’t come after you at first, and when he did, you were already kind of drunk, full of all these feelings.

“You okay?” He asked, getting on the seat by your side. “I hope you got what I meant—”

“Do you do it in every project?” You interrupted him, popping the question that was killing you. “Am I just a thing for this one, and next one is another girl?”

“I wouldn’t— Y/N, I never meant that”, he looked worried that you were thinking that about him. “Please, don’t even go there, it’s nonsense.”

You nodded, unsatisfied but unable to start a proper argument.

“If you aren’t having a good time, I would rather just get a hotel room and spend our free time together”, Pedro said after a few minutes in silence.

You didn’t reply, you only stood up and shaked your head at the exit’s direction. He guided you, holding your hand. He opened the door for you and you didn’t expect the flashes and yelling. Scared, you almost stumbled on your own feet, but Pedro held your arm, side-hugging you and using his jacket to protect your face from the paparazzi. You felt a panic attack coming, feeling unable to move. Pedro held you even closer, doing his best to protect you.

"Who is she?” A pap screamed.

“Pose for a pic, Pedro!” Another one did the same.

“Please you guys, give us space”, Pedro asked politely, he could barely see where he was going, the strong flashing lights taking his sight away.

“New GF, Pepe?” They kept trying to get a good picture of both of you. “Let me see her cute face. C'mon, man!”

“Fuck off, asshole”, Pedro pushed his way through the group, getting you inside the car and telling the driver to go. “What the fuck just happened?”

You still couldn’t move, your eyes hurting from the lights and your dizziness wasn’t helping. Pedro held your hand tight and kissed your cheek.

“You okay, baby, I got you”, he promised. 

Your breath was irregular and you hid your face against his chest.

“I’m so, so sorry— I don’t even know’, he touched your hair nicely. “Try to focus on your breath, sweetheart. You’re safe, you’re with me.”

You did as he asked, trying to pay attention to his beating heart, as it always brought you confort. He reached for a water bottle and gave it to you. You slipped a little bit, being able to regain control of your breathing. Your whole body still shaking.

“Fuck”, he whispered, running his hand thought his hair. “It’s okay, we’re okay.”

“What the hell was that?” You spoke with a weak voice, still regulating yourself.

“Fucking paps, I don’t know—” he tried to explain, but you could see they caught him off guard as well. “Let’s get you to bed, I’m gonna call my agent. It will be fine.”

He did as he promised. He helped you undress and change into your pajamas. You brushed your teeth under his careful look and he tucked you into bed, giving you a long kiss on your forehead.

CHAPTER 8 AVALIABLE NOW

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[N'-49, 54, 55, 56] NCT in SMTOWN OSAKA

(conversations in italics are spoken in english)

#1 - 방배정 게임 (Pick your roommate)

Hannah’s sitting next to Taeyong in the beginning, and you see him looping their arms together while Doyoung explains what is going on

after mark clarifies if the groups are randomized, haechan speaks up “what about haeeunie?”

“nct’s princess has the privilege of choosing wherever she wants to sleep, which is why she has her in-ears with her already”

hannah cheers while showing off the box in her hand, “princess privilege!”

when jaehyun picks jisung you can hear her in the background “oh, that sounds like a nice room” (then haechan’s “no, haeeun-ah, me!”)

but when kun picked johnny, haechan yelled “no! that’s where she’s gonna go!”

everyone laughed as johnny and kun stood next to each other, johnny going “hannah’s korean and chinese dads”

the camera zooms in on hannah who gave a simple shrug and a smile

once doyoung was sure no one would switch rooms, he called hannah to the front

“right now, hannah is going to choose her roommates. drumroll please!”

17 pairs of hands started hitting the floor while hannah laughed

“plain and simple, everyone. mark and jaemin, you’re stuck with me”

the two boys got up and cheered to high five hannah while others (read: haechan, ten, jaehyun, yuta, jisung, and chenle) protested

that’s how the video cut off

#4 - The Roommates Part 3 _ MJH/JHJS/CW

hannah’s sitting on the small shelf behind mark and jaemin while mark starts the video, just smiling at them

“this is mark” “this is jaemin na” “...”

mark looked back at her while she just stared back “hans, say something” “hey, guys! i’m hannah!”

while jaemin and mark discuss them being a couple with their snapbacks, you see hannah walk behind them to sit on the bed

“hannah, for some unknown reason, wanted the foldable add-on bed, so she’s there” “it’s comfier!” “anyway, can you guess which bed is jaemin’s”

when mark told jaemin he was being over, she snorted

“please, mark. we had a solid thirty minute conversation about how jaemin would get in next to you or if we would share the foldable bed” “wait, really?” 

then jaemin explained how he eventually got in bed while hannah still watched in amusement

jaemin pulled her over to his bed, and they shifted so she was resting in front of them and all three of their faces were in the screen

she gave a playful judgy look with jeno popping out behind jaemin and mark’s exaggerated shock

“and the answer to why our room is popular among the members is? Jeno-shi?” “the answer is lee hannah!”

jaemin laughed “true, actually”

then jeno explained the real reason why he was there

then mark was explaining the actual answer of why the members came, and you can see hannah look up in surprise when jeno gets on the bed and start pretending to put kisses on jaemin

when jaemin almost said what mark said that morning, hannah snorted and got up off the bed and back to hers on jaemin’s other side

you can see jeno plop himself on her bed, and she’s trying to shove him off, but he just kept plopping back onto her bed. mark and jaemin kept talking like nothing was happening

“good night! hans, say good night!” “good night! it will be once lee jeno gets off my bed!”

#5 - BEHIND THE STAGE

taeil starts of the video walking to hannah who was getting her makeup retouched and hands her a cup of what looks like coffee. she grinned while she took it

“hannah-yah, what are you doing?” “now? i’m getting touched up. oppa, how’s my makeup?” “pretty” he then taps her cheek and walks over to mark and winwin

the next cut you see of her is when mark and jaemin’s cakes are there the next  day

kun goes “kids, hannah baked those cakes”

mark does a double take “what?” and jaemin looks at her in shock “you were with us in our room! you fell asleep before us”

she laughed, “i snuck out with kun baba and youngho oppa at like 2am, you guys were so tired you didn’t wake up”

“dude, thank you!” mark went over to her and gave her a quick side hug while jaemin just engulfed her “haeeun-ah! thank you for baking the cake haeeunie!”

and you just see her squirming to escape the hug when it got too long

#6 - ENDING STAGE ‘빛 (Hope)’ Selfcam FULL Ver.

she’s with yoona, minho, and mark on their cart, and while yoona and mark are waving to fans and smiling at the camera, you can see minho behind them making hannah jump with him, and she’s just laughing

at some point, she stood next to mark, and he put an arm around her while they sang along to the lyrics

haechan met them where they were going to get down and assisted her onto the stage

further down the video, you see her waving to a stage camera, then she looks around confused

bc surprise: she can’t find nct

taeil appeared in the distance, and hannah ran straight to him, seemingly rapidly talking while taeil just smiled and nodded along all while walking her towards where the rest of nct were lining up for their bow

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[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Hii ! Can i request dottorexfem!reader wearing something like a bit revealing or some type of short dress or skirt and some person judges her up and down and the reader felt uncomfortable and dottore noticed something is wrong? And fluff please :D Thank you!!^^ love your works<33

(this happened to me 3 days ago ;v;)

Skirts and Stares

Dottore x fem!reader

Of course you can 😁and also that's awful, people are so judgy for no reason. So just do your thing girl, I'm sure you looked great. ☺️🖤

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Today you are out and about with Dottore, in Sumeru. Do to his recent mission that's where he's been stationed and he so kindly let you come with him. The best thing about it though? Warm weather! It's been ages since you've finally been able to wear some cute skirts or pretty dresses because it's freezing in Snezhnaya.

Dottore also tends to scold you if you aren't properly dressed for the cold. He doesn't want his darling getting sick after all.

So today you chose to wear a pretty, frilled, short skirt and you were happy when your lover nodded in approval. Now the two of you walk arm in arm in Sumeru city.

It's a quick walk the two of you can go in before Dottore ends up being busy again. You also wanted to explore all the shops, and beautiful scenery. Who is your lover to deny you?

You feel great! Nothing could be better than this, until you notice something. The more you guys walk in the city the more people look at you. At first you thought it was because you're foreigners from Snezhnaya so of course you would see some looks directed at you. Especially with tall, and intimidating man at your side.

You realize soon after they aren't looking at him though. They're looking at you and all their gazes are directed at your skirt. It's really not that short. You sum it up as people just aren't used to your clothing. Even though it's very hot most people are wearing long outfits and even wear multiple layers. It's not your fault you don't want to have a heat stroke.

You continue walking with Dottore like this and you eventually visit an antique shop. It's cute and the little trinkets on the shelves grab your attention. So you unlink arms with Dottore and start looking around. After picking out two things, one for you and one for Dottore. You link back with Dottore and the two of you go to the desk so he, you can pay for it.

The woman hands you a little bag that holds your items. You take it and her necklace catches your eye, "Oh I love you necklace" you smile nervously. You've always been shy.

"Thank you" she says this but you notice she gives you a judgmental look. The look where it's up, down, and up again. You frown and grab the hem of your skirt. She was looking down at your skirt.

What are they looking at? Are they judging the skirt itself? Or maybe they're staring at your legs? They look fine so why do they care? What do they think? That you look stupid maybe. You feel stupid now, why would you wear a skirt out-

"Y/n, is something wrong?"

You didn't seem to notice but Dottore has taken you outside and to a side area of the shop, in a shady corner. Once you see no one is there you sigh in relief.

"I... No of course not, let's continue our walk." You smile, and glance away. You didn't want to ruin the day with some small, trivial insecurity. You would be fine.

You should be fine, but you're gripping the hem of your skirt suddenly feeling like it's too short on you. You should be fine but your head is down cast and you refuse to look into Dottore's eyes. You should be fine but you're trembling and your eyes water.

You hear Dottore lets out a 'hm' sound and his hand, ever so carefully, touches your jaw. He lifts your gaze to him and you blink away your tears.

"It's really nothing..." Your voice wavers, but Dottore hushes you.

"It's obviously something or you wouldn't be crying, would you, my love? What's the matter?" He asks sincerely and you see the corners of his lips curl down.

"..." You sigh and lean into Dottore's chest. "Everyone has been judging my skirt, especially that old woman in there..." You mumble.

Your lover hums and runs his finger through your hair. Dottore hasn't worried about insecurities in a long time but he tries to be understanding of yours.

"I see, shall we go home then?" He asks and you nod your head. You'd rather be home with Dottore than out in the city. In your home no staff would dare look at you.

When the two of you get home you drop your bag down into the bed and then flip on it. You groan into your pillows. You're not really happy with how the day flowed.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Dottore run a hand over you back. He's fingers run down your spine and then up again. Then he pets your hair. "For the record I think your skirt looked very 'pretty' on you" Dottore hums and then kisses your head. "I'm going out for a quick errand stay here, my love"

You nod and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

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For a quick errand Dottore sure took a long time. You've long since changed into some pj's and you lay in your shared bed. Of course you haven't gone to sleep yet, you're waiting on your lover to get home.

When your bedroom door cracks open and you see Dottore you smile. "You took a long time", "I apologize I got sidetracked, dear"

He walks closer to you and sits on the edge of the bed. His hand comes up to run a thumb over your cheek. "Feeling better, dear?"

You let out a long hum, "Yeah I feel better" you giggle and he pinches your cheek softly. "I got you something"

You sit up in bed and when Dottore fishes his hand out of his pocket he's holding a necklace. "It's gorgeous, where did you find it?" The necklace actually looks kind of familiar now that you look closer... You let him move your hair and put it around your neck anyways.

"hm. In a shop" He pats your head and lies you back down. "That's really sweet Dottore, I love you"

"Of course anything for you dear" he kisses your forehead.

The next day when you go out on a walk, in a skirt, new necklace, and hands linked with Dottore. No one's looking at you this time, and you don't see that old woman again.

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Tell me what you guys think! And also if you caught that snippet about the old woman 😭🙏. Here you go I hope you enjoyed it.🖤🖤 Also sorry if it's short.

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SEOKJIN:

"I'll be right back, I stink," You groaned as you quickly kissed your boyfriend on the lips and headed into the shower he had just left. The two of you were staying at his place for the week because you were closer to your job when you stayed here. You'd just finished a double shift and you were ready to shower and forget everything that had happened whilst you were working. It had been too long a day and you were ready to sleep beside your boyfriend without a care in the world.

"Babe, your phone!" Jin called out as you just got into the shower, he sighed and looked down at your phone as it continued to buzz on the nightstand. As it continued to buzz he noticed that the number was withheld and his stomach began to churn, had someone found you already? The two of you had only been dating for a couple of months but it wouldn't be completely unheard of for rival groups to find you and target you all because of Jin. Instead of worrying about who it might have been he just answered the phone, if it wasn't a rival he could simple relay a message that you were in the shower. 

"Hello?" He called out as he answered the phone, holding it to his ear as he peeked through the bathroom door at you while you showered. He hated how tired you looked lately and he was going to do anything to make sure you relaxed tonight with him. 

"Hello, this is an automated message. Please call us back on 0800 001066  in regards to your inquiry about selling your eggs or becoming an egg donor. Thank you." The line was clicked and Jin stood still, staring down at the phone as he tried to think of any reason you would be donating your eggs anywhere. 

"Hey, I forgot my-" You stopped talking midsentence when you saw Jin,

"What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." You giggled nervously while looking at him. You were nervous when you saw Jin holding your phone, your stomach sank at the sight of it. You'd been waiting for a phone call about selling your eggs all week long and judging by the look on Jin's face he had just answered the call for you.

"Jin..."

"Why are you selling your eggs?" He asked bluntly while staring over at you, you bit down on your lip as you tried to think of a way to explain this to him. Jin never had money troubles, he was dirty stinking rich which meant he wasn't going to understand your need for this. No one you had spoken to about this understood so why was he going to be any different.

"I needed the money," You admitted while slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, gripping the towel around your chest as you tried to avoid looking at Jin. You never wanted to admit to anyone that you were struggling when it came to finances which were why you took on so many hours at work and even contemplated getting a second job. 

"So you're selling your eggs?"

"Look, I don't expect you to get it. Okay? But you don't need to get so judgy about it! I need the money and it's the only option I have before I get kicked out of my shitty apartment," You rambled quickly before sighing and rushing toward the bathroom so that you could hide in peace only Jin wasn't going to let you. If you were struggling he wanted you to come to him, he was your boyfriend and he was always going to care for you. 

"Hey, Hey, no." He sighed taking your wrist in his and bringing you crashing against his chest. He looked down at you and shook his head, there was no way on this earth he was ever going to judge you for something that was out of your control. 

"I wasn't judging, I just wanted to know. Why didn't you tell me you were struggling. I would have helped." He smiled a little as he brushed his hand over your cheek, feeling a flutter in his chest as you snuggled closer to his touch.

"I don't need help. I don't want you to give me money." You admitted while looking up at him, the last thing you wanted was for someone to give you money. You weren't some charity case, you were an adult who needed to make her own way in life.

"I wouldn't give you money...I would give you a job or ask you to move in with me so you don't have to worry about rent." He explained while smiling down at you, the smile hadn't moved since he thought about the idea. Moving in together would be an amazing step in your relationship and he would be able to protect you a lot more if you were closer to him.

"What?"

"We're dating, we're going to move in together at some point...Why not do it early?" You stared up at him a little shocked. He was right, the two of you were going to end up dating but was it too soon? What if he eventually got sick of you and decided that he didn't want to be with you anymore? There was no way you weren't going to help him pay for the things inside of his giant mansion either...Though you were pretty sure the only thing your salary would cover would be the electricity bill once a month.

"But I still need to pay toward the rent," There was no way on the planet you were going to move in and not pay for something, it would be wrong...At least to you, it would be,

"Why? You know what I do for a living right? You don't have to pay me anything, hell, you don't even have to work." You sighed at him and tapped his chest softly. You did know what he did but it didn't mean it would make things easier for you to do. You'd feel rude for just living rent-free with him.

"Jin." You warned,

"I'm serious. You can live here rent-free, if you want a job you can keep it but I don't want you to worry about bills or rent," He smiled proudly of himself before you let out a small sigh.

"I'll move in but I'm paying for something. Maybe the monthly food shopping?"

"If it'll make you feel better," He said before kissing you all over your face, slowly walking you back toward the bathroom, pushing you into the shower as he stripped out of his towel to join you.

YOONGI:

Items were falling down around you as you stared up at the balcony of your apartment. All of your clothes were hanging over the bars as well as on the floor beside you as your arsehole landlord threw you out. He didn't even have the dignity to let you pack your things up, instead, he was throwing everything out onto the streets three floors below while you begged him not to. 

"You're such an arsehole!" You screamed as you watched him pour your underwear down onto the floor while laughing hysterically with the men he had up there with him. They'd ripped you out of your apartment that morning when you woke up, you were just thankful Yoongi hadn't been around for any of this. Not only was it embarrassing but you were 99% sure he would have killed them if he caught them laying one finger on you or even looking at you in a way he didn't like.

"I gave you three months! It's not my fault you're broke!" Your landlord boomed before your laptop was sent crashing to the floor, snapping in front of you as you began to cry. All of your life work was on that thing and not to mention it was a work laptop that you were now going to have to cover with your salary. Yoongi had heard the commotion as he pulled up in the parking lot and he couldn't believe what he was seeing right now the fact that you were crying made his blood boil.

"Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, walking closer to the scene when he noticed that everything that was being thrown onto the ground was something you owned. Included the painting he had gotten you for your birthday a few months ago, it was smashed onto the floor.

"Yoongi!" You yelled out before something was thrown down making you flinch. You rushed toward him, trying to turn him away from the scene and push him in the direction of his car but it wasn't going to work. Not when he'd already seen what was going on.

"J-Just go home. This is nothing. Just some couple fighting," You lied as you tried to hide the fact that you were sobbing hysterically in the street but Yoongi had already seen you.

"Yn, don't lie to me. I can see it's your stuff, what's going on?" He ran his hand over your cheek, wiping away the tears that started to fall harder as you realised he was going to find out sooner or later.

"Y-yoongi...Please, Please if you love me don't get me to explain anything-" He pulled you out of the way as your TV was sent hurtling to the floor and smashing into pieces. Yoongi was beyond pissed that someone was trashing your apartment and that they had nearly hit you with their lame attempts at kicking you out.

"Dirty fucking slut! Should have whored yourself out to make a bit of extra money!" Yoonig narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the man that had just hurled an insult at you and he smiled smugly to himself. 

"Wait here," He told you calmly, kissing your forehead before trying to walk away from you, 

"What? Yoongi...No," You begged, reaching for his arms to try and stop him from doing something he would regret. Though you were more than sure the men in your apartment would be the ones to regret it since Yoongi was who he was in this world.

"No, you're right. Come with me." He smirked taking your hand in his and beginning to walk with you through the building and up to your apartment door. 

"Wait right here," He said while standing you just out of sight before he stepped through the door of your now trashed apartment. He could hardly believe that someone would do something like this. Even when he threw someone out of apartments he owned he would never do something like this to them, no matter how far behind on rent they were.

"What are you doing in here?" Yoongi asked calmly while looking at the men, all three of them stopped and stared over at him. Their faces lost all colour as they noticed that the owner of the building was standing close to them. He'd bought this place quickly after he began dating you because he knew how shitty the neighbourhood was and he wanted to be sure you would have a safe spot to live.

"Boss?" The landlord asked with a giant smile on his face. He seemed to be pretty happy to see Yoongi standing there which meant he had no idea the two of you were dating.

"Hmm. What are you doing?" He questioned while looking at the landlord, the other two men looking at Yoongi anxiously suddenly feeling like they were being scolded by a teacher.

"Some little whore was behind on her rent, we were showing her the way we deal with it," The same smug expression was on the landlord's face and Yoongi looked back at him. You hadn't mentioned being behind on rent to Yoongi lately, if he'd known he would have helped but right now that wasn't the point.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. No one fucks with Mr Min and gets away with it." One of the other men laughed loudly and Yoongi stepped further into the room and nodded his head, running his hand along his jaw. There was no coming back from this for them and he was just sorry your things were broken.

"So you're trashing her items?"

"Yes sir," He said sounding so happy with himself so Yoongi smirked and began to push him toward the balcony door and pushed him roughly against the edge of the railing. The landlord cried out, terrified of what Yoongi was going to do to him.

"There's just one little thing that you're forgetting though," He said as he shook the man making him whimper, even more, a wet patch beginning to grow on his pants as he pissed himself from the fear he was being caused. 

"What...W-What?"

"Babe!" He called out before you walked into the apartment, looking at Yoongi as you tried not to look at anything else. You weren't sure you could trust yourself not to cry if you saw the state of everything inside of your home.

"Babe?" The landlord's voice shook as he stared over at you automatically realising his mistake, 

"But she never mentioned the two of you were dating, she never said she was seeing someone if I'd have known she was seeing you boss I never would-"

"I don't want to hear it. I want you to say sorry to my little angel," Yoongi said as he got his gun out from his pocket and held it against the man's temple. It didn't scare you one little bit to see Yoongi acting like this in front of you, you'd seen it a million times and right now was no different either.

"I-I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The landlord wept as Yoongi let him move away from the railing, dropping to his knees in front of you as you keep your eyes on Yoongi not wanting to look at the other man.

"Now tell her you're going to clean everything up and replace it,"

"I'll c-clean everything! I-I'll buy you everything new and you can have the apartment," Yoongi kicked him onto the floor and walked over to you as he put his gun away. Wrapping his arm around you be made sure you were okay before smiling at you,

"She doesn't need this place back, she'll be with me, right?" You smiled back at him and nodded your head.

"Right," You nodded in agreement before he kissed you softly in front of everyone. 

HOSEOK:

All week long Hoseok had been trying to get in contact with you but every time he tried to reach you it was somehow disconnected or told him that the user was no longer in service. For a while, he thought you'd blocked him from contacting you but you'd just shown up at his door carrying take-out food. It was a complete surprise to see you when he thought you were just going to disappear from the face of the planet. 

"I got food from work, I figured we could eat together." You said with a smile walking into the house as though you didn't have another care in the world. Hobi smiled a little, relieved that you weren't ignoring him but upset that you were still hiding something, 

"I've been trying to call you all week," He stated while following you into the kitchen. It didn't go unnoticed that your whole body tensed up at the mention of him trying to call you.

"Oh...I must have let my phone die," You lied, trying to keep your voice from shaking as you plated him something to eat. You were behind on your phone bill but it was nothing that wouldn't be fixed at the end of the month...You just had to make it until then even if it meant living off leftovers from work and trying to scrape by on extra hours for a while. Maybe you could convince your boss to give you extra shifts if you were lucky or maybe get approved for another job in the city. Only without a phone, you weren't going to be able to know if you got it or not so you were basically fucked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too but it's not like you to let it die and then not charge it all week." He let out a laugh as he tried to make it seem as though he was making casual conversation. It was clear that there was something going on with you and he wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him to talk about it. The two of you had been dating for six months now and he never wanted you to feel as though you couldn't go to him with something. 

"Usually you're glued to that thing," He mentioned while staring at you, you said nothing for a while as you just stared down at the plate in front of you. Your heart racing against your chest as you realised by the tone of his voice that he knew it hadn't simply died like you said it had.

"Hobi..." You trailed off slowly, you hoped he was just going to drop the whole thing and pretend as though none of this was happening but it was unlikely. Hoseok was like a dog with a bone when it came to things like this and he was going to get the answers he wanted out of you.

"Tell me the truth Yn. What's going on with you? You're busier than usual, your phone is out...Do I need to be worried?" He hated the thought of you being in any kind of trouble - financially or otherwise and he would do anything to help you out. Hell, just last week he bought a restaurant because you told him that they served your favourite meal there and he wanted you to be able to have it whenever you wanted.

"What do you mean? There's nothing, I just let my phone die I'll sort it at some point," You rambled before Hoseok sighed and moved closer to you. His hand slowly took your body into his and he moved you around to face him, you were never a good liar and whenever you stared at him you couldn't lie. That was why he had done this, he wanted you to look him in the face so he could see what it was that was going on with you.

"I mean that this isn't like you. Your phone is disconnected, it is clearly dead when I keep getting told the user isn't in service," He knew that it wasn't dead and you felt your bottom lip wobble a little. If he knew you were struggling would he end things with you? The only reason you hadn't told him about any of this was that you didn't want him to think less of you for any of it.

"Hobi." You whimpered a little, your voice cracking as he stared down at you in the eyes. 

"Are you struggling? Yes or no," The longer you stared back into his eyes the more you realised it was going to be impossible to get out of this so you nodded your head. Letting the tears fall down your cheeks as he suddenly brought you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

"I'll fix things," He told you simply, it wasn't a question it was a statement and you knew you weren't going to have a choice in the matter.

"You don't have to," You whispered a little, trying to make it seem as though you weren't expecting him to do any of this for you. 

"I know. I just want to," He admitted before taking you over to the kitchen table and sitting you down on one of the chairs. It was his turn to look after you after all of the times you'd helped care for him by patching him up after a fight.

NAMJOON:

"Will you just check in the bedroom for me? I'm sure I left it somewhere around here," You mumbled to Namjoon as you looked under the sofa once again for the ball your dog was looking for. The three of you were going to go for a walk in the park - under the careful watch of Namjoon's men of course. Over the last few months, you'd grown used to four strange men keeping a close eye on you at all hours of the day. Even when you weren't with Namjoon there were always two of them keeping a close eye on you so that they were able to protect you. You weren't an idiot, you knew who Namjoon was and what he did for a living but none of it bothered you. He was still the man you had fallen in love with. 

"You sure? Maybe he took it out into the garden," Namjoon offered before heading in the direction of the bedroom. Laughing to himself when he could hear you speaking to your pet dog as though he was going to answer you as a human would. 

"Where is it, boy? Where's your ball huh?" Namjoon loved the fact that you treated the pup like a baby it was one of the many things he loved about you. Once he was in the room he stared around at the floor and began to hunt around for the bright red ball that your dog adored. It didn't matter if you gave him another one he wouldn't play with it, he wouldn't even touch it. All he cared about was his pretty red ball.

"If I was a dog where would I hide my ball?" Namjoon mumbled before looking under the bed, stretching his arm down underneath and patting it around before he finally touched something.

"Got you," He laughed before it rolled further away from him making him mumble a curse word and reach for the box it had drifted behind. Saving time Namjoon pulled out the box with the ball and frowned when he saw pieces of paper sticking out of the plastic box and spilling out. It wasn't like Namjoon to snoop around in your private things but all of this felt odd to him. 

"What the hell..." He whispered as he saw that most of the letters were about bills being late or that your rent was on its final warnings. You'd never mentioned anything like this to Nmajoon before and he wondered if any of them were before you started dating but it wasn't. Most of the letters were from last month and there was even an eviction notice on top of the pile that was dated last week.

"Did you find it? Because we can't find it in the garden," You sounded out-breath as you rushed into the bedroom only to stop and see what Namjoon had in his hands. 

"You're going through my things?" You mumbled snatching the box away from him and throwing it onto the desk behind you as you shook your head at him. This was the last thing you had ever imagined happening.

"No. I was looking for the ball when I found them. What is all of this?"

"My private things, you shouldn't have been going through!" You yelled but Namjoon wasn't going to let you pick a fight over this, sure it was wrong of him to look at it all but it was also wrong for you to be hiding all of this.

"When were you going to tell me you were getting evicted?" He questioned as you moved away from him, staring down at the pile of letters that were now all over your desk. You'd never been good at telling people your problems and you weren't going to tell your boyfriend that you had been struggling.

"I wasn't because I'm not going to be." You lied when you knew damn well you were one week away from being thrown out onto your arse without being given a chance to get any of your things from the apartment.

"Oh yeah? How do you expect to pay your rent?" Namjoon asked sarcastically as he stared down at you. He knew you worked but it was a weak-paying job since it was mainly supposed to be an internship at a company he owned. The only reason you were getting a little cash from it was that you were dating the boss.

"I've got a job, I can manage." Namjoon sighed hearing you mumble under your breath and he turned your head up to look at him.

"Your job barely scrapes enough to pay for your food. Yn, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I didn't want you to think I was weak because of it, I thought I could manage." You managed to say right before the tears began to spill down your face and you cried right in front of him. Letting go of all the stress you'd had ever since receiving the first eviction notice from your landlord.

"I would never think of you as weak...I would want to help though. At least let me pay your rent for a while...Fuck that, move in with me." He mumbled as you frowned, staring up at him.

"Move in?"

"Sure...You and your big dog...There's more than enough space for you and you don't have to worry about bills...Okay? You can focus on working at your internship," The idea sounded more than perfect to you but you would only feel guilty if he did all of this for you. 

"Don't. There's nothing you can say that will make me take no for an answer...U-Unless you don't want to move in." It was the first time you'd ever heard Namjoon stutter and you smiled a little, 

"No. I want to, but I can't just not pay for bills-"

"Shh, it's just until you finish your internship," He lied before bringing you into a loving kiss so that you weren't able to say another thing about it.

JIMIN:

Jimin frowned when he saw you standing inside the pawn shop he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. He'd gotten a call from the owner about twenty minutes ago saying that he might need to come down so he did. He hadn't been expecting to find you sitting in the pawnshop trying to get the man to take some of the jewellery you were holding in your hands.

"Please, can you just tell me how much it would be?" You begged as you stared at the blad man behind the counter. You wouldn't be here if you weren't completely desperate enough but the man didn't seem to care all he cared about was showing your face to Jimin. As soon as you bought the pieces into the store the man that owned the store knew that they were something he had once sold to Jimin and he wasn't going to let you get away from stealing from him. Not to mention he wasn't going to get into trouble for buying from someone who had stolen from Jimin.

"How do I know you haven't stolen this from some poor lady in street," The man mumbled as you stared back at him, how could he think like that? Not everyone was a monster. All you wanted to do was sell the jewellery to get your rent paid on time and you could buy them back at the end of the month when you got paid.

"Why would I do that? I just need the money for my rent and then I'll come and buy them back. They're all my pieces and I can promise you I'll be back. It's not a big deal." You explained, not noticing your boyfriend walking closer to you. As Jimin got a closer look at the pieces in your hand he realised that it was all gifts that he had gotten for you over the last three months of your relationship. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that you were selling them or that you weren't coming to him when you were struggling with something. 

The two of you were supposed to tell one another everything that was going on in your relationship, he hated the idea of you wanting to hide this from him.

"Mr Park! Thank you so much for coming, I believe she might have stolen these from you." The bald man said making you flinch when you turned around to see your boyfriend looking at you. Standing inside of a pawn shop wasn't something you were exactly proud of right now and you felt as though you were going to be sick the longer you watched Jimin.

"Jimin," You whispered a little shocked to see him there but Jimin looked away from you and down at the pieces you had placed on the counter. It was a necklace Jimin had gotten you for your birthday, along with some bracelets and he sighed a little.

"She didn't steal them," Jimin said without looking at you. He simply picked up the necklace and put it around your neck, looking down at the rest as he then placed the bracelet onto your wrists without another word.

"Sir?" The man asked while looking slightly confused at what was going on in front of him. You stared down at the cabinet starting to feel your body heat up in embarrassment as you realised you'd been caught out.

"She's my girlfriend, who didn't think to come to me when she was struggling," Jimin spoke to the man who appeared to suddenly get nervous at the mention of you being Jimin's girlfriend and you bit down on your lip. Was he going to hate you for trying to sell things? You were going to get them back you just needed some time to get the money together.

"Jimin I was going to get them back, I just needed the rent money." You whispered as he began to lead you out of the store and in the direction of his car. He still said nothing as he helped you into the back seat and followed after you, telling his driver to go.

"Jimin...I'm sorry," You whispered while staring at the side of his head, the fact that he wasn't looking at you made your heart break into a million pieces. You couldn't believe you'd managed to fuck up the one good thing that you had in your life right now.

"I'll do anything to make it up to you, please...P-Please, don't be mad at me, I was going to get it all back." Your voice was strained before Jimin finally stared at you and shook his head.

"I'm not mad at you for selling it, or trying to." He admitted as he relaxed against the seats, bringing you to rest with him as he put your head on his shoulder. The action made your heart melt as he began to rub your back softly, 

"I'm upset because you didn't come to me. I thought we told each other everything?" He whispered as you let out a shaky breath,

"We do I just- I didn't think to come to you with this...Admitting that I struggle isn't something I do," You whispered before he pressed his lips to your forehead and smiled weakly. He admired you for that, he was the same way but he wanted you to be able to come to him no matter what.

"Next time you're struggling we're going to get through it together...Because that's what couples do. Okay?" He questioned while looking down into your eyes, you smiled up at him and nodded your head.

"Okay, Jimin...I promise," You whispered before kissing him softly.

TAEHYUNG:

"So where is this girlfriend of yours I keep hearing about?" Taehyung's grandfather asked as he sat across from his grandson at a restaurant. It was a new place that they had decided to visit today and Taehyung was pretty happy with it so far. All of the staff seemed to be friendly enough and they all understood who he was and knew not to bother him.

"She's out with some of her friends, I guess it saved her from having to meet you." Taehyung teased as he began to look down at the menu not noticing that you were inside the restaurant. For the last ten minutes, you had been pleading with your manager to let you swap tables with someone else all to avoid having to explain this to Taehyung when you got home later. The truth was he didn't know you worked here and you would have loved it to stay that way if you were given a choice.

"Hello, I'll be your waitress for the evening. Can I get you sorted on some drinks?" You questioned while staring down at the tiny notebook in your hands, clutching it so tight you were a little surprised it hadn't ripped apart under your touch.

"We'll take two red wines and can you make sure everyone inside the restaurant is treated to something from us," Taehyung's grandfather said as he looked at you, you smiled warmly at him and nodded your head. It was the first time meeting his family members and you weren't surprised to see they were just as kind as Taehyung was. 

"Taehyung, what would you like?" His grandfather asked as you slowly turned your gaze to look at your boyfriend who was staring at you silently trying to figure out who you were. When you first approached he figured that you were some look-alike. After all, everyone in the world had someone that looked like them and he had just been lucky to meet yours. But as soon as he heard you speak his eyes looked like they were practically about to bounce out of his head as he realised that it was you standing there and not some crazy look-alike. You gave him a silent look not to cause a scene right here and he sighed staring down at the menu making a mental note to wait behind for you after his grandfather had left.

"I'll take tteokbokki and some kimchi stew." He mumbled as you nodded your head repeating it back to them before heading toward the kitchen and feeling as though you were ready for the earth to swallow you whole.

[X] 

"You told me you worked at a department store," Taehyung said as you were cleaning up the tables inside the restaurant, doing your best to try and not cry about all of this. As soon as it was closing time Taehyung sent everyone except for you home and told them that he would take care of locking everything up with you. It was time for the truth to come out and you knew you weren't going to be able to hide it anymore.

"I do. But I also work here and at a soup kitchen on the weekends." You admitted while spraying down the tables and wiping them clean, moving on to the next one as Taehyung followed close behind you. It wasn't the fact that you worked here that was bothering him, it was the idea that you had lied to him about being shopping today.

"So why did you tell me you went shopping?" You stopped what you were doing and turned to look at him. This wasn't exactly something you wanted to tell the whole world about doing especially not him. Taehyung was in the mafia, he didn't need to worry about whether or not he had a stable income but you did. You had bills to pay and a mouth to feed and that was all you cared about right now.

"Because I didn't want to tell my boyfriend that I couldn't meet his famous grandfather before I'm working one out of three jobs to be able to live." He sighed a little and rubbed the bridge of his nose, you moved away from him to go and clean some more but he stopped you. Bringing you into a close embrace as he shook his head,

"What are you struggling with most?" He questioned as you stared at him in silence, you didn't want to answer that right now but you knew he wasn't going to drop it. 

"My rent, it's the only thing I struggle with. I'm going to move out as soon as I can." You explained your idea of moving into a small apartment but the whole thing seemed to get lost with Taehyung as he frowned at you.

"How about instead of a smaller place you move into a bigger one?"

"How could I do that when I struggle with my one-bed apartment?" You frowned, clearly not understanding what Taehyung was hinting at and it made him smile a little.

"By moving in with me," You let out a small gasp. It was something the two of you had spoken about before but never taken the subject seriously since you only ever talked about it in passing.

"Tae..."

"I'm serious. Move in with me and we can either spilt the bills or you pay for one thing." He told you while shrugging his shoulders. He'd been desperate to ask you to move in for months and now was the perfect opportunity to do so.

"You sure?" You quizzed before nodded and kissed you deeply, 

"If you do, does that mean you'll quit two out of three jobs? Because...and don't tell anyone, but I miss falling asleep beside you every night," He admitted as you giggled at him, agreeing to as you kissed him over and over again.

JUNGKOOK: 

In all of the months that you and Jungkook had been together he'd never once been to your apartment and he often wondered why. At first, he figured it was because of your roommates that you claimed to have, he figured that you didn't want them to see him and get scared but now he knew that was wrong. Unless he'd gotten the address wrong but it couldn't have been, he'd hired someone to find you and this was the place they claimed you were at. Only the whole building looked as though it was about one gust of wind away from falling down around him and he wasn't sure anyone lived inside of it. 

"Hey, get back here." He heard you call out while giggling, he frowned beginning to walk closer to the building when he saw a small light of some sort coming from one of the rooms. 

"Babe?" He called out while moving closer to it, stopping when he saw that inside of the room was a whole bedroom set up. A suitcase was by the door, a camping light was left on and a sleeping bag was in the middle of the floor. It looked like you'd been staying here a while and you had. You'd been living here since before you met Jungkook but you'd been saving up to get your own place. It was just hard when every single apartment you went to look at wanted a three months upfront as well as a down payment to secret the place. You would never be able to afford it if you didn't work your ass off - quite literally. There were times when you wouldn't see Jungkook for a month or two just because of how much you were working. It worried him sometimes when he would hear you doing double shifts twice in a row, there were so many times he'd wanted you to slow down and now he could see why you hadn't.

"Jungkook?" Your voice cracked as you turned to look up at the door to see your boyfriend standing there looking completely shocked to see you sitting in such a mess. He thought it might have been some kind of sick joke when he first pulled up here. You'd told him so many stories of your roommates but now he could see all of it was a lie.

"What's going on?" He questioned, walking further into the room and sitting beside you on the sleeping bag. You stared over at the cat you had just been chasing and bit down on your lip deciding it was time to lie your ass off.

"I was...I-I come here to feed some of the stray cats." You mumbled but you knew he knew it was a lie since most of the things inside of the room gave it away that you were in fact living here.

"Try again,"

"I come here to look after cats, I don't know what else you want me to say." Your voice cracked as you tried not to cry in front of him. How were you supposed to admit to Jeon Jungkook - leader of the mafia world in Seoul lived in a shitty abandoned building.

"I want you to tell me the truth," He pushed the can of beans away that you'd been eating from and stared directly at you but you didn't dare to look at him. You just stared at the floor trying not to cry,

"Jungkook. J-Just leave, please...I don't want to do this," You begged as you took in a deep breath. Once he knew the truth he was just going to leave you, you knew that for a fact. Only, you couldn't have been more wrong.

"I had you followed her and I want answers. Why did you lie to me about roommates? Why did you lie about where you live?" He tried to hold you but you scrambled away from him and shook your head, begging for him not to make you do this.

"Don't make me say it." You begged over and over again but he got up and stood in front of you, carefully taking your hands in his and making you look at him,

"You're living here aren't you?" The look on his face made your heart sink, he was looking at you as though he thought you were disgusting and it was enough to make your skin crawl.

"Only...Only for a while, just until I get back on my feet and I can get my own place. I-I'm close to getting the money together! I am! I am! I just need to work a few more shifts and I can do it!" It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him but Jungkook didn't care about that. He didn't care that you were trying to get the money he cared that you were living somewhere that could kill you or give you a disease. 

"Yn." He whispered as you shook your head, repeating over and over again that you were going to get everything sorted and that you just needed some more time.

"Yn...Stop." He said sternly before staring down at you, 

"Get your things and lets go," He ordered you,

"Go? Go where?"

"Home. You're coming to stay with me and I don't want to hear anything about not wanting to. You don't have a choice, I'm not letting you stay somewhere you could get sick or murdered." He mumbled while helping you collect everything that was yours inside of the room.

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[rustys-lodge]

Angrily panicky

Summery : Panicky as hell, you act out instead of asking for help. And Sam and Dean don't like it.

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Your chin was shivering against your will, your stomach was churning and you trembled discreetly, but uncontrollably.

Was Sam acting stupid on purpose ? Weren't you allowed to ask questions ? Wonder ?

You tapped your right foot on the floor as you waited for the door to open and for your two saviors to come save you. You weren't sure whether they were coming to save you or kick you ass, but at least they'd be here. And that's exactly what you needed.

As soon as keys jungled outside the door, you ran towards it, yanking it open.

Relief rushed through your body the minute you processed the faces looking back at you. They looked confused, angry and worried. But who cares ?

"Need something ?" Dean asked, sarcasm apparent on his tone and your mouth just froze open.

What did you have to say ?

"Are you ready ?" Dean totally ignored you, brushing past you as he entered the room, while Sam followed behind, eying you from the side, a judgy hint in his glare.

Following behind after you closed the door, you planted your knee into the edge of the bed, crossing your arms over your chest. "We don't need to go right now, right ?"

"Yes we do." A cold cold Dean answers, and you just scoffed, shaking your head repeatedly. "No, no we don't" you crushed your chest, squeezing your arms against your body, harder.

You couldn't...You couldn't. Not right now. Why do they get to decide for everything ? When you leave, when you don't. When you're allowed to participate.

"No, we don't. No, we won't. I'm-I-m really tired. And i need to sleep."

"Don't we all." Dean answers, coldly, again, sending a strike of anger down your body.

It wasn't just anger, though. As your heart sat heavily in your chest. And your gut tightened.

"Well." You shrugged. "I'm just not going, then." You shook your head at them. And all they could do was stare.

This wasn't how you'd usually act. But when were they going to realize that ?

"Why's this suddenly a problem ?" Sam asked and you spun around to fully face him.

"What do you mean it's suddenly a problem ? Am i not allowed to have one good fucking night of sleep ?"

"You've always slept in the car, why is it suddenly a problem now ?" Sam's voice softened for a second, attempting to set out the fire, but that only ignited it more.

"Why is it a problem ?" You stepped back. "Maybe because who-the-fuck wants to sleep cramped in a revving fuck-"

"Say fucking one more time, y/n." Dean interrupted you, sending chills down your whole body. And you just quieted. Even you weren't sure why you were acting this way.

Somehow all types of emotions flooded your mind and you didn't know what to do.

"I don't fucking c-"

"Hey !" Dean shouted at you. You startled.

"What is this sudden temper tantrum ?"

"Don't say that to me, this isn't a fucki-"

"Okay, you know what ?" Dean held his hand up, cutting you off again. "Stay. We're leaving."

"D-" You were about to protest. But you just said you didn't want to go ? What else were you going to ask for ?

"This isn't the right way to talk to your older brothers, kid." Dean scolded before walking past you and out the door, followed by Sam.

And that is how you realized anger wasn't the right way to ask for help. Because they left.

And there you were, back glued to the door and your chest puffing up and down against your hand.

Your hand trembling against your will, you dug into your pocket, pulling out that phone of yours before calling Sam.

"I'm sorry." You panted, breathing heavily. "Please, come back." choking on a sob, you held the phone close to your ear. "I'm sorry, i-"

Sam cut you off, shushing you and cooing to calm you down.

"We're on our way back, don't worry, baby. We're almost there."

Familiar to those words, you breathed deeply as relief traveled through your body. They were coming back to save you.

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Been in my drafts for months. 'Hope it's good ❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

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[noaltbruh]

So tumblr just decided it wasn't going to let me write it, let me retry.

Bucci gang with a hijabi reader! 🧕

Giorno 🐞

I think Giorno, being an extremely curious person, would take a lot of interest in your culture and traditions.

Wearing a hijabi doesn't change anything in your relationship, he's extremely open minded and would never judge you for it.

He thinks it highlights your facial features, which makes you look even prettier.

Definetely loves to stare into your eyes.

He'd probably ask you if he can decorate it with small flowers, but he understands if you'd rather not!

He does not tolerate people judging you from it, and is not above making a bunch of fee chase them down to make them go away.

Bruno 🤐

He doesn't know much about your culture, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to learn about it 😊

He's a very religious person and as such he highly respects your own beliefs.

Always compliments you and loves the way you match your outfits with your hijabi.

I could see him giving you a hand made hijabi on one of your anniversaries.

Nobody dares to give you bad looks and talk behind your back for it. Everyone respects Bruno and they don't want to end up on their black list.

Mista 🔫

Okay, I know he may seem like a womanizer and someone who enjoys... Sexual attraction a little too much.

But he knows that wearing it is important for you and your religion. He's goofy, not a asshole.

Homestly, he thinks you're beautiful no matter what you may wear, and he makes sure to always remind you.

He thinks you're both actually kinda matching, since he always wears that damn ass hat that covers his hair.

If you wear long clothes too, the pistols love to hide in your pockets.

And break the kneecaps of anyone giving you unwanted attention.

Narancia 🍊

Lowkey thought it was just a fashiob choice at first and didn't understand that it was connected to your religion.

Once you specified it to him though, he didn't question it and just accepts it as part of you.

He thinks the hijabi makes you look cute and he loves to show off how pretty you are with his friends all the time.

Loves to be close to you because you're so warm even though he's already a living sun.

Once asked you if he could put his headband on top of your hijab to see how it'd look.

He's this close to shooting away anyone who dares judge you for it again.

Fugo 🍓

Okay I believe that Fugo grew up in a strictly catholic household. While he's smart, he doesn't know pretty much anything about other religions, sorry :,)

He's very keen on understanding it more though! Especially since it's weird to him to not feel intelligent for once-

Asks you oddly specific questions about the way you dress or your traditions in general and probably writes it down. He doesn't mean it in a judgy way, he just really wants to make sute he gets it.

Thinks you actually look super pretty with it but he's bad at showing it, please be patient.

Actual footage of him correcting anyone who says something wrong about your customs:

Abbacchio ◀️

Knows what it is and why it matters, doesn't question it further.

Like, ok you wear that, what difference should it make to him? Dude's probably an atheist too so he just goes along with it because it's important to you.

He was so chill about it you once asked him if he was silently judging you for it. He absolutely wasn't, he's just quiet.

Remember when he beat up that dude with Narancia and Mista? Yeah, he'll do the same to anyone who bothers you.

Very protective, he wants you to feel safe with him.

Trish 🎤

Yaaaaas Queen slaaaay 😍

Although you pretty much look like opposites, Trish thinks you're beautiful no matter what and always fills you with compliments to make sure you never forgets.

Takes you shopping because, of course, you deserve outfits that match your hijabi, duh? 🙄

Doesn't know much about your religion, reads about it in her spare time just to surprise you and show that she appreciates you.

Tries to match with you by wearing long dresses.

She will call out anyone who criticises you, and suddendly everyone in town hates them 'cause she's a popstar and her influence spreads faster than a cold.

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[oatmealr]

I love the attention, the looks, the stares i get when i walk into a room.

Maybe it's my curvy figure, my wide womanly hips and my little waist. Maybe it's my thick, soft thighs. Perhaps it's my big, round, natural ass.

Or maybe the looks i get are judgy eyes. Judgy people.

Either way, I'm a slut for the attention. Please look at me. I like to think you're imagining what it would be like to fuck me. Probably because that's what I'm imagining

#cheating kink #cheating sex #bd/sm kink #feeling needy #soft cnc #sluttoy #feeling slutty