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Four walls around you. 1940s. Pamphlet cover.
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House Arrest
—StepDad!Joel Miller x F!Reader
Summary: Your mom goes to attend a work conference for a couple of days, leaving you home alone with her husband.
Warnings: noncon, smut, stepcest, age gap (reader is over 18), threats, and angry Joel. This is a dark fic, heed the warnings and proceed with caution.
A/N: Another piece written for @cockslutpadalecki's Fifteen Sentence Challenge and happy to finally write Joel! Been a fan since the games were released and it was such a treat to dive into his character.
Your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. Enjoy! ❤️
You whimper against your pillow with your hands clutching tightly onto the sheets as angry tears continue flowing down your face, Joel’s groans echoing off the walls, his chest pressed taut against your back while he thrusts his cock roughly into your cunt.
He didn’t wait until your mom left the driveway, his footsteps bounding up the stairs almost immediately. Your heart plummets to the pit of your belly when you hear your bedroom door open, his low voice cooing the pet name he’s given you as he stalks inside, fear gripping your senses in a vice while you lay still in bed, the mattress dipping and you feel his hand caress your waist through the blanket and a light kiss being placed on your shoulder.
“She’s gone—”
You wish desperately that your mom didn’t leave for the conference, or at the very least, wished you made plans to leave the same days with your friends just to avoid being stuck at home with Joel. But with every reason you gave her for you to agree with your made-up plans, Joel had an argument thrown right back.
“There are tons of creeps out there, hon, and we don’t want our little butterfly getting hurt, do we?”
Success shone in his eyes when his words rooted deeply into your mom’s head, having her agreeing in an instant that it was safer for you to stay home with him, her husband, the monster that’s been tormenting you since the day he set foot in your home.
“It’ll be so nice having the place all to ourselves, butterfly,” he mumbles against your ear, lust swimming in his words as he hooks your leg against his arm, keeping your legs apart and wide while his other hand snaked from beneath you, fingers grazing your breast before taking purchase of your neck, “No more sneaking around in the next few days.”
“Fuck you, old man!” You spit but soon gasp when his fingers tighten around your throat and dig into the side.
“You talkin’ smack now, baby?” Venom laces his voice when he scolds you but it doesn’t stop you from fighting back, thrashing violently against him but stopping all at once and crying in pain when his hand lands harshly against your swollen cunt. “You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours, baby, before I put it to work.”
“Fucking make me!” You cry before cocking your elbow and slamming it against his ribs, Joel choking and yelping in pain, his hold of you slackening and letting you go.
You roll off the bed and crawl on the floor as fast as you can, darting towards the door, but your body suddenly slams back to the ground when your ankle is yanked hard, the air escaping your lungs when Joel gets on top of you, crushing you against the carpeted floor when he splays his forearm down on your shoulders.
“You fucking bitch—!” He spits and you grunt in pain when he drops his weight on you. “You’re gonna regret doing that.” He threatens, hot breath fanning over your skin when he leans in closer, feeling him smirk when he presses a kiss on your cheek, the tears rolling down your face once again upon realizing that there is no escaping him.
“We have a couple of days to ourselves, my butterfly, and I’m going to make sure that every hole of yours is thoroughly used before your mom gets home,” Hauling you from the ground, he pulls you with him, forcing you down on your knees with a tight grip on your shoulder before settling himself on the edge of the bed, his cock, hard in his hand as he begins to stroke himself, “And we’re starting with that fucking mouth.”
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❧ The four children of Tsar Nicholas II who remained at Tobolsk while their parents and sister Maria set off for Yekaterinburg, May 1918
From left to right: Anastasia, Tatiana (back), Alexei, and Olga ☙
#otma#otmaa#otaa#olga nikolaevna#tatiana nikolaevna#anastasia nikolaevna#alexei nikolaevich#tsarevich alexei#romanov#romanovs#Tobolsk#1918#captivity#house arrest#may 1918#grand duchesses#russian imperial family#russian history#favs
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House arrest (1)
Summary: Lloyd is getting on your nerves and more…
Summary: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader
Warnings: house arrest, being locked in, arguments, Lloyd being Lloyd, misogyny, a hint of housewife kink? (Lloyd), Lloyd being a shameless horny dog, implied/a hint of oral (fem rec)
A/N: For my story Lloyd got a brother.
“Entertain me, I’m bored,” Lloyd whines. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t you have anything for me to do?”
You look up from your book, frowning as Lloyd paces back and forth. “You are experiencing cabin fever, Hansen. Stop pacing, sit down, and read a book. Or watch tv.”
“You only got womanish books. I don’t want to read about the unfulfilled desires of a lady suck my dick,” he grunts.
“Womanish, what?” you slam your book shut. “Listen. I didn’t invite you here! It’s your fault we are both under house arrest.”
“Well, shit darling. If only I knew I’ll get locked up with you.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have stormed into my home after getting contaminated with an unknown substance,” you bite back. “I can’t believe I’m dying because of you.”
“Stop being dramatic, muffin!” he mutters. “You’re not going to die. If so, we would already feel the influence of the unknown substance.”
“Thank you, Madame Curie,” you roll your eyes. “If only you stayed away from me, Hansen. I can’t go to work. I can’t go to my yoga studio. I can’t do shit.”
“Please excuse me for being worried about my brother’s sister-in-law,” Lloyd sneers at you. “My brother was worried about your well-being.”
“You mean you wanted to get to know more about the person your brother is dating,” you growl. “I won’t tell you shit about them, Mr. I wear sunglasses even inside.”
“What? Can I not be worried about my brother marrying someone he barely knows?”
“If you know, you know, Hansen. I don’t mess with someone else’s relationship. You should do the same. Leave your brother alone. He’s in love.”
“Love-“ Lloyd makes a face. He retches and grumbles under his breath, “is for dreamer and people having their heads in the clouds. Love is a construct made up by flower shops.”
“Only as you are less romantic than a punch to the guts doesn’t mean everyone wants to stay alone and fuck their way through the masses.”
“Boring,” he grins at you. “All you do is annoying and boring. Even your food.”
“Well, then order shit from your buddies poking me with their syringes twice a day. Maybe they got better food than me,” you get up from the couch to leave the living room.
Lloyd is getting on your nerves again, and you’re sure that you’ll kill him if you must spend another minute with him in the same room.
“Eggs again. Boring,” Lloyd watches you make breakfast. For you. Not him. “Don’t you have anything more…existing?”
“Why must everything be exciting? I want eggs. If you want something else, ask one of your buddies to bring you breakfast.”
“Calm down, muffin. I’ll take the eggs. Even though, they are boring,” he plops down on one of your kitchen stools.
“I didn’t make them for you, asshat,” you point the spatula at the annoying intruder occupying your guestroom for the better of two weeks.
“Aw, I bet you’d made a cute housewife,” he hums while eyeing the eggs you place on a plate in front of you. “You’d bake and cook for your man, make him a drink, and go down on your knees to thank him for the money he brings home.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you throw your orange juice in his face, scowling at the misogynistic asshole. “If not for the bunch of armed assholes parking in the van in front of my house, I’d kick you out of my house.”
“Try me, cupcake,” he snickers. “You should know that you owe me a shirt now.” Lloyd looks down at his now ruined shirt.
“You’re lucky I didn’t cut your balls off for the comment you just made. You misogynic bastard!” you storm off, cursing Lloyd's birth on your way out of the kitchen.
“She forgot her eggs.”
Lloyd grabs the plate and a fork. He sinks the fork into the eggs to feast on them. “More for me then…”
“How much longer?” you bark in the phone. You’re just done having Lloyd Hansen around. “If I lose my job I’ll make you responsible.”
You close your eyes and rub your temple.
“I already called them, cupcake. They want us to wait for at least two more weeks.”
“Fine. If I kill him, it’s your fault alone…”
“You mean if I kill you,” Lloyd grunts. “Being stuck here with you is hell. I haven’t had good food in ages. And we don’t want to talk about my dick.”
“I agree!” you snap at him. “We don’t want to talk about your dick, Hansen.”
‘Now we do the cobra pose.’
You stretch your body to get ready for your next yoga position.
“Great. That’s my favorite position,” you grumble as the instructor shows you the next position. “It’s just not the same to watch a video.”
You lie on your stomach with your hands facing forward. You keep your elbows by your side and press your hands into the ground. “Breathe Y/N, “you groan as you slowly lift your chest, head, and shoulders to create an arch in your back.
“Fuck me,” you don’t hear Lloyd sneak into the room to watch you wiggle your ass. He groans and curses as your ass is right there, on full display. “Cupcake got a juicy ass.”
He steps closer, hand reaching out to slap your cheek. Lloyd stops his hand midair. He weighs his options, eyes drifting toward his crotch. “Alright, we get something better…”
“What the fuck!” you squeak and scream as Lloyd grabs your yoga pants to rip them open. “Lloyd!”
“Fuck, I knew you are hiding a perfect little pussy underneath your ugly clothes,” he stares at your exposed pussy with darkened eyes. “Damn it, buddy. We are going on a wild ride today…”
“HANSEN!” you try to get up, but Lloyd is right behind you. He grabs your ass to keep you in place, surprising you with his strength. “WHAT? OH. God.”
You feel his mustache tickle your clit. He hums and purrs as you spread your legs a little wider. “I think I found something less boring, cupcake. Now relax and let me take care of this poor thing. I bet she didn’t get any for a long time…
>> Part 2
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#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x y/n#lloyd hansen x you#House arrest#lloyd x reader#lloyd hansen x reader#implied smut
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“We went up to the first floor and immediately saw the Emperor and Empress and all their children who were in the dining room, sitting around the table as though they were having a meeting. We bowed politely, and they responded with a friendly smile. The Grand Duchesses got up immediately and all four rushed into their bedroom to help move their beds for us. As I remember it, they were neither in the least scared, nor in the least sorrowful. Their bright eyes gleamed with happiness, their short hair was in disorder, their cheeks were rosy like apples. They were not dressed like princess in a fairy tale, but wore simple black dresses that weren't very short, with lightweight white silk blouses with rather high necklines.”
— Evdokia Simeonova, cleaning lady at the Ipatiev House, July 1918
(Image from captivity at Tsarskoe Selo 1917)
#<\3#olga nikolaevna#tatiana nikolaevna#maria nikolaevna#anastasia nikolaevna#otma#captivity#yekaterinburg#1918#1917#july 1918#tsarskoe selo#ipatiev house#house arrest#the house of special purpose#quotes#evdokia simeonova#romanov#romanovs#rare photos
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House Arrest (s3 e18): Hawkeye is accused of hitting Frank and is placed under house arrest.
Tuttle (s1 e15): Hawkeye creates a fictional captain in order to give the local orphanage money and medical supplies.
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Now in high quality: photograph of Maria Nikolaevna recovering from measles, Spring 1917.
Once again, thank you to Ilya from LastRomanovs for the discovery!
#Maria Nikolaevna#Maria Romanov#1917#house arrest#you can really see her resemblance to Olga here!#new photos#Romanovs#my own#Romanov family
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#ballet#ballerina#house arrest#dangerous romance#aesthetic#gothic#slaterinc#creative inspiration#girl fashion
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season 3 episode 18
#m*a*s*h#mash#maxwell q. klinger#klingerfashionarchive#mashblr#house arrest#those shoes with the skirt and the hairy legs!!! literally my whole fashion sense in one pic this is what i wanna look like all the time
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If you were a Ken, what kind of Ken would you be?
A _________ Ken.
*laughs* Hhmmm. Let’s see.
Well, I know I wouldn’t be a Baskin Robbins Ken. That wouldn’t work out for me.
*laughs harder* You know, what would be really funny is like you know how they did like ummm I forget what but it was like a commercial for anxiety ridden Barbie in the middle of the movie? Or like existential crisis Barbie? I forget, but I’m picturing a commercial for like house-arrest Ken, I mean house-arrest Scott or whatever.
I mean, can you imagine? Bathrobe and pjs and ankle monitor and has messy hair.
“This Ken cries while reading The Fault in Our Stars and sings karaoke. This Ken will rearrange your furniture at least twice a day out of boredom, and this Ken will think of a million things to do because he has ADHD. This Ken will try to sneak into your purse when you leave the house just to get some extra fresh air. This Ken will also freak out when the FBI shows up unannounced.
Comes with loads of emotional baggage and neurodivergency. No adult assembly required. Karaoke machine and other accessories sold separately. Mattel is not responsible for what house-arrest Ken does after being purchased.”
#please enjoy this shitty edit that made me laugh so hard I had to cough#to Ken I am so sorry#but i couldn’t resist#Ken deserves better than my shenanigans#ask scott lang#scott lang#ant-man#anon asks#barbie movie#house arrest#house arrest ken#house arrest scott#😂😂😂😂#ant man#antman
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beffica
#has this been done yet#bugsnax#bugsnax memes#memes#beffica#beffica winklesnoot#bugsnax beffica#shoes#house arrest#bracelet#ankle bracelet#beep beep likes bugsnax
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Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna in bed recovering from her bout of measles and double pneumonia, spring 1917
❧ “Maria took her turn, who until now was her mother's greatest support. Even in the first stages of her illness, she hoped that she would be able to avoid staying in bed. She intended to endure until her father returned and she begged Baroness Buxhoeveden not to trouble her mother when she also developed a fever. At last, however, her exhausted nature betrayed her very badly. Along with the measles she suffered double pneumonia and reached the gates of death. In her feverish delirium and nightmares, she saw terrible soldiers who came to kill her mother and she shouted in terror, "Crowds of peopl... dreadful people... they re coming to kill Mamma!! Why are they doing these things?" - Romanov Royal Martyrs ☙
❧ “She was now anxious about Marie Nicolaievna on latter had been taken ill much later than her sisters, condition was aggravated by a severe attack of pneumonia of a virulent kind. Her constitution was excellent, but she had all she could do to survive. ☙ - Pierre Gilliard, 13 Years At The Russian Court
❧ “On 19 March I received a note from the Empress that Maria Nikolaevna is dying and asking for me. The messenger told me that Anastasia Nikolevna is also very sick; both had pneumonia, and the latter also became deaf due to the ear infection…I tiptoed to Maria Nikolaevna. She was lying there, white like linen, her eyes, naturally large, seemed even larger, temperature was 40.9, she breathed oxygen. When she saw me, she made some attempts to pick up her head and started to cry, repeat-ing: "Anya, Anya." I stayed with her until she fell asleep.” ☙ - Anna Vyrubova
❧ “Apparently Maria's and Anastasia's illness broks the tamp remained normal; they are weak and slept all day, of cours with breaks.” ☙ - Tsar Nicholas II diary entry, March 20th 1917
#maria nikolaevna#captivity#1917#quotes#letters and diaries#grand duchess maria#grand duchess maria nikolaevna#romanovs#romanov#russian history#russian imperial family#measles#house arrest#otma#otmaa#tsar nicholas ii#anna vyrubova#pierre gilliard#13 years at the Russian court#favs
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Olga Nikolaevna recovering from being ill while under house arrest at Tsarskoe Selo
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An EXTREMELY CLEAR photo or Grand Duchesses Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia Nikolaevna during captivity, Tobolsk summer 1917 🌸🤍
Thank you to @superiloveanimations3 for messaging me this AMAZING photo! (x)
#AAAAAAAAHHH#FREAKING OUT!!#🤩🤩🤩#SO RARE!#otma#olga nikolaevna#tatiana nikolaevna#maria nikolaevna#anastasia nikolaevna#romanov#romanovs#captivity#rare photos#rare#house arrest#1917#tobolsk
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House Arrest (s3 e18): Hawkeye is accused of hitting Frank and is placed under house arrest.
Temporary Duty (s6 e22): A boorish doctor and a fun-loving nurse - who is a longtime friend of Margaret's - from the 8063rd are sent to the 4077th for temporary duty as part of an exchange program.
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for anyone who's fallen a bit behind this would be a great time to catch up! episodes 212 and 213 are some of the best things the show does from what i remember and it'd be a lot of fun to get more people live reacting to it, it's really a great end to the season
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