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Born to be wild - Chapter 19

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.2k

Previous chapter: Your first Christmas spent with Niki, the two of you decide to move in together and celebrate Christmas with some fun times

A/N: This took a while for me to write because everything that was coming out I just wasn't happy with. Updates might be rare the next few weeks while work picks up but soon I'll be back at Uni and I'll start focusing on all of my writing again.

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Your legs cramped, complaining about how long you had been sitting in your car. Niki knelt beside the car, running his hand along the exterior. His lips were parted as he listened to you talk, and once you finished, he glanced at you. He pointed to another part of the car and asked what felt like the 100th question.

Exuberantly, you explained to him what parts of the car you had recently modified for the last race. Already there was an improvement in the car's speed, increasing by a few seconds in the race. Niki, of course, had noticed and was evidently curious about what you had done. Explaining what you had done, Niki nodded and listened patiently.

Abruptly, you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise, and an icy shiver ran through your body. In the back of your mind, you knew both you and Niki were being watched. As Niki knelt down further to examine the car's underside, you tossed your head, trying to grasp the eye line of whoever was looking at you. 

Your team, however, were going about their day, barely sparing you two a glance. They had all grown accustomed to seeing Niki around in the garage now. So often, he was there that they joked Niki was an unofficial third member of the team. The Ferrari garage did not appreciate such jokes, especially when it leaked to the press.

When you were about to give up, chalking the feeling to an over-reactive imagination, your eyes locked with James Hunt. He stood at the end of the garage, arms crossed, shaggy blonde hair framing the side of his face while his knee stuck up as he leaned against one of the metal walls.

James was scowling. As you captured his gaze, he didn't look away. The usual James Hunt arrogance shining through. You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. As this staring match continued, nothing occurred to you. Jame's should have no reason to stare at you in such a way; after all, everything between the three of you had been so peaceful this season. Sighing, you place your hands on the side of the car and hurl yourself up. 

"Give me a few minutes, Niki."

Niki peeked at you from where he was analysing the car. He followed your gaze and noticed James. He rose.

"What is he doing here?"

"That's what I am going to find out," you say, walking towards James.

Niki followed behind you, but James, noticing you walking towards him, stretched and took a few steps forward, meeting you halfway. As James looked at Niki, his frown deepened, and it felt like you could see ice-coat his blue eyes.

"What's with the look, asshole?" Niki clamours, raising his chin at James.

"I'd like to talk to you y/n, in private," James says, ignoring Niki's remark.

Niki narrowed his eyes, sucking on his top teeth before hissing the words.

"What matter of discussion requires me not being here?"

"A sensitive one, Niki. So sod off."

Niki looked close to snarling. He took a step forward as his cheeks flushed, but before he could hit James back with an insult, you placed your hand on his chest and stopped him.

"It's not worth getting into an argument, Niki. Just give me a few minutes to talk to him."

"Seriously," Niki snapped, his gaze turning to you in disbelief. 

"You're willing to hear him out after saying he didn't want me around? He is going to talk about me. He's made that clear. Whatever he says will be bullshit."

You glance between Niki and James. You knew Niki was right; whatever James would say, it would be about Niki and likely wasn't nice, but your curiosity was hard to beat.

"Just give me a few minutes, Niki."

Jame's lips twitched into a smug smile while Niki's burning eyes and tensed face glanced between the two of you before storming off. 

"You really know how to rile him up, don't you, James," you say, crossing your arms as you give him a disapproving look.

"I need some fun around here." James jostles, smirking, but as he sees his playfulness isn't making the situation better, his smile slips.

"Come on, y/n, don't tell me being engaged to that man for a month has drained any sense of humour from your mind."

"I still have my sense of humour, James's, but it's not funny seeing Niki upset."

"We're all friends, really. Though Niki seems to detest that word. You know it. It's friends chumming around."

"Is this really what you pulled me away from my work to talk about?"

If James still had any more joyfulness captured on his face, it faded quickly. He glanced to the ground and then back up at you, a solum breath of air leaving his lips. 

"You will not like what I am going to say, y/n."

"Then is there any need to say it?"

"Yes," Jame's stressed, taking a step forward to you.

The seriousness of the tone of Jame's voice and how his face had lost its usual charm shook you more than you thought it would. You'd never seen him so serious before. Not even when he was getting ready to race. 

"Then tell me."

Jame's eyes glance to the car behind you, then capture your eyes again.

"What were you just telling Niki y/n?"

You tilted your head, confused.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Please, just answer me."

"Well... I was just telling him some improvements I made in my car."

James hung his head, letting out another sigh.

"And how long has he been interested in knowing these things y/n?"

Suddenly, like the last puzzle piece fitted into the image, everything made sense.  

"No, James, that's not it."

"You knew what he was like y/n; you saw the way he treated you before. He didn't care. Not until you were winning. He knew you were doing things to the car-"

"What you are suggesting is ridiculous, James! Are you even hearing yourself right now?"

"I was watching him. I'd never seen him so interested in something before. I know Niki y/n; I've known him for a long time; I know what he is like."

"And I know what you are like! I can't believe you are accusing the person you just called a friend of something like that. To lie is one thing, but to fake a whole relationship? You really think Niki would be so heartless to do that simply to win?"

"Of course, I don't want to think that of him y/n, who would? But the evidence is there, and I don't want to see you being hurt by him."

You huff and shake your head at James, taking a step back.

"You don't want to see me hurt? Right, I see what this is."

Jame's eyes widen as he tries to take another step toward you. 

"Wait, y/n, that's not- that wasn't what I meant-"

"Niki and I are very happy, James, though that seems to surprise the entire world. I love him, and he loves me, and I would appreciate it if you didn't ‌meddle in our relationship any further."

You turned your back on James, fists clenched as you stormed off, following the path Niki took. You felt your cheeks burn in anger, your whole body vibrating. But what you hated more was the nagging feeling buried deep in the back of your mind that James had unlocked, the doubt of the relationship within. 

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the danny bunch hearing you sing in the shower

this idea popped into my head last night while i was showering and tbh i couldn’t resist so here y’all go

alex kerner: when he’d hear you he’d probably stop for a minute and press his ear against the door and listen, just reveling in how cute it is. if you’re singing a song from the 80’s or 90’s he’d get all hyped up and start bouncing and literally would probably start screaming the song alone with you, to which you’d probably screech and freeze up for a minute at how surprised you are. once you get out and you open the door he’s standing there with this stupid grin across his face. “how long were you out there before you started singing along?” “that’s unimportant”

jan weingartner: it would turn him on?? like first he’d probably just stand there for a minute and just be in awe of how you’re like putting your heart out there and literally just singing your heart out. next thing you know he’s in the bathroom and pulls the curtains away and just climbs in with you and holds you and he’s like “i love listening to you sing” and you’re embarrassed but also loving the attention as he literally just kisses your neck as warm water cascades down your bodies

andrea marowski: baby is so entirely and overwhelmingly in love with you and would just sit outside the door and listen. he’d probably grin the entire time and just kinda pull his legs up to his chest and just do little happy movements because he thinks you’re like the most ethereal creature to ever live. then once you’re out he’s like “you have such a pretty voice” and you’re internally like “oof uh thanks no” but you could never say that to this angel’s face so you just place your palm against his cheek and thank him and kiss his nose

niki lauda: probably doesn’t think much of it most of the time and just zones out when he wants to. occasionally if he’s trying to sleep and you’re in the shower super late, he’ll active rat mode and bang on the door and be like “shut up” and you’re like “come in and make me” (which he’s taken you up on that offer a few times). one specific time (this is very cheesy) you were singing “edelweiss” from “the sound of music” and he heard you and just stopped dead in his tracks. and afterwards when you’re all cleaned up he just mutters a “your voice is pretty” which is surprising because mans is not one to just spew out compliments. you just blink because woah wtf where’s that niki been?

zemo: this man is so sly but also a teasing mofo. he’ll hear you and stop for a moment to listen, he’ll smile and just think about how cute you are and how lucky he is to have you before moving on. however, once you’re out and you’re both in the kitchen he’s nonchalantly singing the song you were singing in the shower, to which you slug his shoulder for and blush as he aww’s and pulls you into a hug. “you have the voice of an angel, schatz” “don’t lie to me helmut you bitch” he’ll kiss your head and chuckle, because even if you don’t believe it he does

hehe i had so much fun writing this i hope you enjoyed :))

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Mood

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I am overwhelmed 🥺💕💕💕

to all the fic writers out there who have made 2021 bearable and have given us all countless hours of happiness and escapism, thank you so much

#omg #writer appreciation

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Night Finds [Tonda x Fem!reader]

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of blood

Author’s note: here is midnight now so: happy birthday @archangelproperty

“Think of me”

She said and he felt her voi e shake through già body.

“Find me”

He woke up sweating, cold sweat over his temples as his breath erratic. He could barely tell the truth from the dream.

It was still dead of the night, Krabat was sound asleep nearby like the others.

He rubbed his temple again.

He couldn’t remember what the dream was about.

There wasn’t much he could do.

He got his heavy coat on and decided to have a walk around, get his mind free from all of that.

All those worries.

As the cold wind of winter smacked against his face he almost doubted his choice but he was halfway out there.

He walked quietly his way out, he actually liked the gloomy weather.

To take long walks and just try to clean up his mind without being forced to think about too many things at time.

He got soon distracted while he was getting into the woods to witness a hunter drag a wolf by the neck. He pulled the animal with a knife in the end.

“Turn and I will let you go” the man kept repeating but the wild animal growled and showed its teeth.

“”Then you’ll die” the man concluded just for Tonda to step in.

“Let the beast GI, you have nothing to eat from it”

“Go back to your home kid, this is none of your business”

The man quickly replied only to be bitten harshly on the neck by the wolf.

The man screamed punching the wolf in the ribs as the creature let go of him and rolled on the ground.

He covered the side of his neck ready to get it back at the wolf.

But he was lacking his knife.

The item was safe in Tonda’s hand who was pointing it at him.

“Go back to your home kid” he said just as the hunter said to him.

The man gulped but he had to find a way out because lots of blood was getting out of his neck.

He huffed and almost growled to tonda before going away.

The wolf whined lightly as Tonda came closer to it and used his body weight to keep him down “shhh relax”

The wolf was incredibly still as he checked the ribs of the animal to make sure nothing was broken.

The wolf whines and kicked getting up and it stared at him.

The animal wiggled lightly the tail before moving away from him.

Then it turned and stared at him and kept walking.

Tonda blinked not really sure but he just followed it.

He did, what was for him to lose?

He followed the wolf in the depth of the woods to spring. The wolf wiggled lightly the tail before rushing to the side of some rocks where a small hideout was awaiting.

Tonda didn’t know what to expect. Maybe pups or some corpses. He didn’t know.

But when he walked inside the wolf stood on two legs pushing him on the floor.

He wasn’t expecting it so he landed on the ground behind him.

A groan left his lips as the wolf put a large paw on top of his chest. The paw turned into an hand and the hairy body in a soft naked figure, hair surrounding a sweet look.

“You saved me”

He gulped and nodded as a naked woman straddled him.

“I owe you this” you said as he gasped trying to answer but you kissed him and when he felt the kiss he knew. You must be one of those creatures dragging lost men crazy in the woods.

“Wait, I need to go, I can’t”

“I owe you” you said again and he groaned softly as he warm body leaned against his coldish one.

“Tell me your name stranger”

He shook his head afraid you would steal his soul.

“Tell Me”

Your fingers moved down onto his waistband, he never felt like this before, it was a lifetime he didn’t stand close to a girl, let out one this beautiful.

“No”

“Why not?”

“You will steal my soul” he said and you giggled wholeheartedly.

“I am not hungry of souls”

He looked at you puzzled.

“You summoned me stranger, with your magic and silent rituals, I felt you and I responded to your call”

His eyes widened to your talks.

“I didn’t meant to, I swear I don’t”

“Don’t be so nervous, it won’t hurt” the way you said it made think of all the other way around.

“Fuck”

He groaned her naked body lowered over his naked half and he felt the whole of you around him.

His hands grasped your hips to keep you still.

“Don’t you remember? You called for me”

He stared at you as you bent over him touching over his chest.

He remembered to wish to have someone. To touch someone. To feel like he was just feeling.

“I never meant to”

“I know” you said “but I have listened” you added then as her nose brushed against his.

He relaxed his arms not detaining you anymore, so you begun moving again and if that was his way to go, it was well welcomed.

He observed you in all you features, he groaned for pleasure, his fingers sinking into your thighs but still not giving in too much, he was trying to keep focused.

“That man”

“He understood what I was” you explained as he kept not giving in even if the pleasure was getting onto you too.

“But I had a deal with you”

Tonda gasped softly, his soft curls rolling over his forehead as he stared at you.

“Do you?” He asked and you nodded quietly as your moves were still slow, too slow.

He looked at you not tolerating that slowness anymore, if this was the end so be it.

He pulled onto you grabbing onto your waist as he pushed you onto the ground taking over you.

“What are you-“

You got interrupted as he kissed you pushing his lips against yours.

He grabbed onto your thigh holding you up to snap his hips against yours going deeper and harder.

You whimpered as a little shriek came out of your lips, your legs wiggled a bit looking for some way to regain control.

But he was strong and he was good, his hands were dirty and calloused of so much work in the fields and it was a terrible contrast over your silky skin.

Your skin was like water under his hands, your body engulfed his as he bent over you and you grabbed his shoulders for balance.

“What are you?” He asked as he brushed his lips against yours, your lips brushing against his at every thrust.

But you couldn’t answer, you didn’t have a chance to because you could almost feel him take over you, over your powers. His aura was becoming so much stronger than yours and overwhelmingly strong.

It seemed like this was coming over you, all over you.

You squeezed him closer and moaned loud and louder, he was growing stronger as you grew weaker.

“What are you?”

You asked back at him biting onto his lips.

His body was strong, he moved over you without letting you go for a second, without giving you the chance to take over.

He grabbed onto your hips pushing deeper and harder inside you until you bent your back trembling as a rush of unseen pleasure came over you.

He stopped after your orgasm.

He stared at you a little more and his lips opened into a wide smirk “you’re a winter nymph, aren’t you?”

You gulped down nodding frantically.

“Good” he smirked “I have not finished with you”

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Thank you for making 2021 special for me. A lot has happened this year, but one of my highlights has been knowing you. I hope we get to spend another year together here, getting up to more nonsense. You're amazing and I'm glad to have met you.

-Rachael

OMG I AM CRYING 🥲🥲🥲

Thank you so much, thank you for making this year special and for writing so many beautiful things ❤️❤️❤️

Love you Rachael

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Reaching for a Star [Ernst Schmidt x Reader]

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Loads of Fluff

Author’s note: requested and dedicated to @archangelproperty . It has been such a long time since the last time that I have written something. I apologise for the gibberish.

You couldn’t help but observe him.

It wasn’t polite nor particularly entertaining to the eyes of others, but indeed it was for you.

The mission ended a long time ago, you met Ernst because you were meant to interview him over his experience and his researches, maybe provoke him a bit for the sake of the newspaper. You were there for a fight the first time you met him, you and your humanist studies. You and your challenges, you and your insecurities, you and your philosophy of thought.

And then there was him. Pure, stone cold science, adamant faithfulness against the immensity of the unknown and yet, you found him charming, safe, incredibly not scared of the void of the universe.

The way he talked, the way he used his words indeed, everything in him revealed his passions, his inner demons and his brilliant mind.

You were won.

And now, months later from that first meeting, you observed him work in front of his gigantic screen, in your shared study, in your shared apartment. Endless calculations and shapes in front of him while you sat on the couch behind him. Fingers resting motionless over the keyboard of your laptop, your due article on pause as you watched his little ritual of frustration unfold: he took off his glasses, a little hiss escaping his lips as he threw them aimlessly over a book on his side. A sigh again, his head moving from side to side cracking his neck. Then his hand again on the glasses noticing how dirty those lenses always have been, so he, as always, used his shirt to clean them. You know him too well. 

Truth it was that you could sit beside him, you made it a study for two with two screen, two chairs and both of your work books around to be easy to reach, but the choice of putting some cozy corner was meant to cure your inability to sit straight for too long mixed with the opportunity to observe him without being noticed. You stood up resting your laptop on the pillows behind you to quickly make a trip to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water for him.

“Hey”

He would smile noticing you take his side, his eyes looking tired from so much screen time. You couldn’t resist but rest a kiss on his forehead which he welcomed by briefly closing them, inhaling deeply.

“What are you working on?”

“Numbers”

“What numbers?”

He would stare at you for a moment, like a warning, he knew that when he begins he could be quite annoying.

You nodded at him encouragingly.

He huffed strangling a little chuckle as he kept quiet for a moment, his fingers tracing the sides of his temple trying to find the most suitable words.

“Numbers, to make sure the reactor works in sync with the other parts and elements of the space device we are testing”

Your head leaning on side “And what this device does?”

He glanced up at you again, a second warning.

“It will allow us to get some more informations on the compositions of the soils of the planets, you know it takes a certain amount of…”

There is when he couldn’t hold it back, the scientific gibberish started flowing to you, it was helpless and you loved it. You loved the passion into his eyes, the light smile, his hands flying in front of him trying to give shape to what he really meant.

He was charming. You didn’t have other words to describe him.

Brilliant.

Estatic.

Everything.

You felt a pang of guilt, but it was a familiar one. 

The same guilt you always felt when he begun to really go technical, because you really wanted to partecipate to his joy. To be fully understanding what he meant and when he meant it. To really grasp how big of a discovery he was making, how complicated things were. He always tried to makes it sound easy for you but it was not and you regretted it. As much as you tried, as much as you brought Astronomy for Dummies and tried your best, it was never even a quarter of his level of understanding of the matter. And you wished he could feel how much you adore him, how much you want to be part of it.

The little snake of envy and fear bit you every now and then when he is with Tam and they start to talk maths together. You feel like he will get tired of you not understanding, or being amazed for the smallest things.

And as his hand moved over the computer to show you here and there, nevertheless, you felt like you were understanding bit more than yesterday. 

You could feel a silly smile pull onto your lips as he turned at you.

“Did I go overboard?”

Your smile didn’t faint, which gave him hope. He waited for an answer, but then he just mimicked that smile.

“I apologise” he said without breaking your eye contact.

“Please, don’t” you quickly answered to him, you leaned your hand over his and toyed with his fingers trying to reassure him.

“I just” you begun and he looked up at you, that gaze almost kept you quiet as every time he showed his inquisitive glare you just felt your knees go weak.

“I just really want to understand better, but I am a bit far from going any close to, I mean, That” your hand waved toward the screen a bit weakly as your fingers were left numb.

“Well, if that can reassure you, it is not many people that can come close to That”

You chuckled as he delivered to you one of those charming smirks, the kind of know-it-all attitude that sends off his teammates and makes shivers appear down your spine.

“But you don’t need to, I mean, I don’t have all the knowledge you have in other topics.”

You raised your shoulders not really convinced.

“But” he continued standing up “I have something that might make you feel a little better about it”

“What have you done Dr. Schmidt?” You asked as your eyebrow curled up but he tugged you to stand up grabbing the cover laying beside you.

“A bit of trust, please” he urged with a smirk before guiding you back to the living room, long but slow steps going toward the balcony.

He pushed the sliding window open as your face got kissed by the cold air outside.

You blinked a couple of times, unsure, unaware until yo noticed it: a little couch nested in the corner, more covers and pillows alongside with some fairy lights and in front of it the sharpest little telescope ever.

“You said you wanted to understand and I might enjoy to know all the myths that you know about the constellations”

You were in disbelief by now, you blinked again trying to understand how it wasn’t a dream.

“I really want to learn from you too” he said taking both of you hands in his “be equal, because I admire you, I admire the way you do things, how dedicated you’re, the passion you put into everything and I just want to be able to share it even with my 010101 analytical mind”

He just said what you constantly thought of him, you always felt like that and you never ever even guessed he would be sharing that same fear and need.

“Your mind is way more than analytical” you said as you couldn’t help but pull him toward you, your lips gently bracing his into the sweetest and warmest kiss.

He kissed you back, hands gently moving around your waist to wrap the cover onto your shoulders tugging you even closer like this.

“I am so lucky to have found you”

His whisper came once more unexpected, honest. If you knew one thing about Ernst it was that he never talked without reasoning or belief.

He had faith in you and that was the best feeing ever.

“Where do we start from?” You whispered now eager to begin.

“Where do you want to begin our story with?”

He asked back still close enough to lean his forehead against yours.

And all of sudden you remembered that myth about how men used to be a creature with four legs and four arms and when the Gods divided them men and women were created, destined to find their whole again during their whole life.

And in that moment, you knew you were whole.

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I am once again thinking this is the kind of outfit Laszlo would wear to bed

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Why Laszlo is so perfect for this scenario???

Imagine one of the boys (I’ll let you pick) engaging in puppy play. You edge him til he’s a mess then tell him that if want to get off so badly he can hump your leg like the dog he is. Bonus points if bootlicking is somehow involved.

Good Boy

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: Sub!Laszlo x Dom!reader

Warnings: Smut, f!reader, Puppy Play, Edging, Leg humping, Bootlicking, Slight praise kink

THIS IS 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: Hey all, I hope you enjoy this little piece! Just popping in to say that I will be writing small pieces of drabble of the sub boys for kinkmas! I have organised what kinks I will be writing this year, and now it is your chance to vote for which Daniel character you want to see with which kink. So go ahead and place your votes now on this poll!

Your eyes lingered on Laszlo, who knelt before you. He sat on his legs, back slumped as he watched your every movement. He was wearing his best suit, only just getting back from the institute an hour before the two of you ended up in this scenario. He had taken off the suit coat, leaving him in his white poet shirt, waistcoat, and tailored trousers, which creased from where he knelt. His eyes were round and wide as he glanced at you, screams of pleading echoing through them as he looked you up and down.

“Have you been a good boy Las?” you murmur, rising from your chair. Instantly, Laszlo’s back straightened from the slouch as his eyes followed you. He nodded frantically, not daring to say a word. He wanted to express his discomfort on his painfully tight trousers, which his cock pressed up against, but he couldn’t. Subtly, he tried to rub his palm against it for a fleeting chance of stimulation in friction, but you had caught sight of what he was doing, making your lips curl down in displeasure.

Your hand reached forward to hold the side of his face, letting him briefly close his eyes and lean into your delicate touch, but that brief moment of bliss was quickly broken when you grasped the ends of the hair on the back of his neck and yanked his head back. He let out a surprised yelp as his widened eyes looked back at you. His mind was reeling in shock, but before he had time to digest the shock in his mind, he felt your hand on his chest, palming at the skin underneath his shirt, slowly sliding its way down his abdomen till you reached the buttons on his slacks.

He moved his head to look down at what you were doing, but you pulled on the little wisps of hair on the back of his neck and forced him to look up at you again, maintaining your eye contact as he felt your hand work on the buttons of his slacks. Once you had unbuttoned them, you hooked your fingers into the material and slowly slipped them down his thighs, letting them pool at his bent knees, exposing his hard and leaking cock to you. Your hand instantly reached down to grasp it, catching the pre-cum that dripped from his rosy tip and gently using it to pump his cock. You rubbed up and down the soft skin, feeling the veins throb against your palm as it hardened further. Laszlo let out a whimper, shutting his eyes as he rocked his hips, aiding your hand. He didn’t dare say a word, knowing he wasn’t allowed, but in turn, that made him sound needier as he tried to hold in moans and whimpers. Every time your thumb swiped over his sensitive tip to collect more pre-cum, he let out a deep moan, his eyelids flickering as he pushed his hips further into your hand. Occasionally, you would let him go to reach down further, cupping his balls and squeezing them to make him gasp.

You continued with this, watching every bit of Laszlo’s reaction as you pleasured him. Watching the way, he gritted his teeth as you slowly pulled him nearer and nearer to his climax, how his cheeks became rosier as he started to lose his control. Occasionally his arm would twitch, wanting to reach out and hold you, but he was able to keep it by his side like a good boy. He let out a pitiful whine, closing his eyes and letting his jaw hand loose as he felt the impending climax, but that was when you let go of his cock, stopping all stimulation and preventing him from reaching his high.

“Awh, does puppy want to cum?” you purr, running your fingers through Laszlo’s slicked-back hair as he collapses against your leg, letting out a wail of frustration which eventually quietens down to panting. His cock lets a bead of pre-cum drip from his tip onto the floor as the tip grew a brighter red in his frustration. After a minute, Laszlo glanced up at you again, trying his best to give you puppy dog eyes, whining for you to give him his treat.

“Maybe if you had been an obedient puppy, I would have let you cum, but I saw you were trying to touch yourself Las, only bad puppies do that.”

His strong hand curled around your leg, and he leaned against you, placing his chin on your thigh to glance up at you pleadingly, letting out more pitiful whines. You hum, brushing your fingers through Laszlo’s hair again, occasionally giving it a slight pull to hear him moan.

“I must punish bad puppies Las, I can’t let you get away with it, or you will do it again. But puppy, if you really want to get off, then hump my leg like the mutt you are.”

Laszlo’s eyes briefly locked onto yours, and you tilted your head, silently asking if it was too far, but after a few seconds of deliberation from him, he shook his head.

Though his face was burning bright red, and he didn’t dare look at you as he did it, he wrapped his strong arm around your entire leg, pulling his body closer to you. He shakingly opened up his legs and slotted your leg between them, letting his red tip rub against the material of the skirt. The moment he felt the texture of your skirt on his cock, rubbing against it, he whimpered, tightening his grip on your leg.

Slowly he moved his hips, rutting his cock up and down your leg, leaving little trails of pre-cum on the material. Your hand grasped his hair, holding his head to ensure he wouldn’t pull away from your leg. He picked up speed, thrusting his cock into your leg with need as his climax built again. He was now letting out loud groans, panting against your leg as his arm clasped it. Truly, he was a puppy. For all of his intelligence, his power over other people, you could still render him speechless, humping your leg desperately to cum. No better than a dog. He pushed his cock as hard as he could against your leg, letting the material of it stimulate him further and further.

He finally let out a few more staggering gasps, his jaw slacking as his chest heaved as he came, his body falling forward from the intensity of the orgasm, making his body shake. The ropes of cum splattered all over your skit and onto your polished books, marking them as you pulled your leg away from Laszlo.

He fell to the floor, his strong arm barely capturing him in time before his face collided with the floor.

“Look, Las, you’ve ruined my boot,” you complain, pushing your book before his face, making him look at the beads of cum slowly running down them. “Such a messy puppy. You need to clean them up, pup.”

At once, Laszlo got to work. He leant down so that his ass stuck in the air as he flicked out his tongue and ran it up your boot, licking up one bead of cum. You let your hands rest on your hip as you watched him, telling him you expected the whole thing to be sparkling by the time he was done. Laszlo worked diligently, running his tongue along the leather, lapping at it with kitten licks as he occasionally looked up at you with those fuck me eyes, showing you what a good job he was doing. When his eyes glanced up, showing off his long eyelashes as he continued to lick your boot, you wanted to push him over and ride him right on the floor, but you weren’t one to go back on your word. You needed to see that he had licked your boot clean.

It took him five minutes till he finally pulled away from your boot to let you inspect it. He knelt back on his legs, resuming his begging position to wait for you to finish inspecting your boot. He had done a good job, ensuring he had licked every part of your boot, even the parts that hadn’t been splatted with cum to ensure it was all clean.

“There, that’s a good pup,” you coo, cupping the side of his face and stroking your thumb along his beard. Laszlo smiled shyly as he looked at you, his cheeks burning a rosy colour, happy with your praise. Seeing how pleased your pup looked made your heart melt, and all thought left your mind apart from the fact you wanted to ride that perfect cock, right now. You leant down, your fingers trailing under his chin to force his head up, capturing him in a hungry kiss. You bit the bottom of his lip, tugging at it slightly as your pup moaned, and with your other hand, you placed it on his shoulder and slowly pushed him to the ground.

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How the danny bunch acts towards their partner who suffers from depression?

Baron Helmut Zemo

Probably the one knowing from first hand what it feels like.

He will always be your rock, but he is not afraid to show his fragility and make you feel allowed in your feelings.

Small vacations will probably be a way for him to make you change surroundings and try to balance again.

Andrea Marowski

He is the one that feels hurt. He feels pain for you and he always tries to cheer you up. Sometimes he plays your favourite songs but most of the times he would wrap you up in thick covers and lay down with you as he covers you in kisses while sitting in front of the fire telling you how much you’re worth.

Dr Laszlo Kreizler

He is an Alienist. It his job to help with the little tricks of the mind. Surely it doesn’t make it any easier, because to see you in such a state always breaks him. But among all he is the one that knows little tricks and ways to make you go through it a little better, to give you instruments that will help you one day to make depression a little nuisance that happens so rarely that you barely will notice anymore.

Sebastian Zöllner

Probably not taking it seriously the first times, only to feel shitty and try to make it up for you. He is a bit shit at it, he is too random and he always ends up depressing with you. But he probably says such cute and beautiful things in that moment that he is soon making you feel better. Hundred percent the one to offer you a walk into an art gallery or a day out in the countryside.

Niki Lauda

At first he might take things a bit hard, trying to give you some talk about being strong and focused. But his worry will have the best of him eventually.

He feels constantly in debt toward you and in needs to help and gets easily frustrated about not being able to do so.

Ernst Schmidt

He is a darling, he sits around with you and takes his time to let your feelings sink to him. Probably the one to offer to bath together or hide together in bed all day.

His acts of service are so pure and he genuinely care even if he always feels like he is not doing enough.

Tony Balerdi

He is the one calling off every duty, it could come the Pope for dinner and he would skip it for you. He cooks for you and makes you help him, he makes sure you don’t dwell in bed or on the couch. He would often guide you to the bathroom and wash your hair taking time to apply the products and massage your scalp for good. He thinks that self care is the best care and you need to feel good outside too to then feel good inside.

Iván Pelayo

Cuddles in bed and soft songs whispered to you are the cure. He had a tough childhood with his father’s gambling addiction. He looked after him when he was in his darkest moments, so he is exceptionally good at knowing your mood swings and to find the best ways to cheer you up or even just keep you from losing yourself in the moment.

Alex Kerner

Just like Iván, he experienced pain through others during his childhood so he has the habit to keep you in check. He would go above and beyond to cheer you up. He is not very touchy during those times, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. But he always kisses your hands to show you his care.

Jan

Out philosopher will bring you to take a long night time walk. He would show you around the city in the quiet times, share a drink or some street food; admiring the stars and the city lights together.

He would welcome you, he would let you become whole again through his words. He would guide your mind toward clarity.

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So happy to read again something of yours ❤️

Hello, it’s @i-am-dead-inside-666

I have a drabbles request- Ehehehe

Imaging spitroasting sub!Niki with you and James Hunt (James in the mouth you taking him from behind)

"Looks like I finally get to shut this mouth up" James exclaims, slapping the side of Niki's face with his cock while Niki glared daggers into him. "Yes but you miss out on this lovely ass" you remind him, squeezing his cheeks.

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The Winner's Prize

Word count: 2.3k

Pairing: Dom!James Hunt x Sub!Niki Lauda x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, F!Reader, Spit-roasting, pegging, oral sex m receiving and giving, cocky Niki, threesome, referral to the reader as madam

A/N: Guess whose back, back again. Yup here I am after ages away, I'm sorry to leave all of you horny bunch without sub!danny content for a while but I needed to take a break. Nevertheless, I plan on writing again semi-regular, when I get the chance and I still have a ton of requests (18 as of current) to make my way through on this account so watch out for more content to come!

Niki had been getting on your nerves every day for at least a week now. It was all the little things that he knew you hated, yet insisted on doing them, anyway. Things such as taking the whole of the bed duvet away from you, leaving you in the cold. Leaving the lights on in all the rooms in your house, forgetting to put the toilet seat down, being sassy and sarcastic to you every time you brought them up to him. It had made you so irate to the point where you needed to blow off some steam, or really blow off steam on him and that came ahead to the day of the race.

Niki had won first place, just narrowly beating James to the position, and due to it, he was acting extra cocky. Flashing his trophy around, smirking at James, saying he was the better driver out of the two of them. Not only that, but lots of girls were fawning over him due to it, and he wasn’t exactly pushing them away.

You were waiting at the side of a garage when he appeared and stamped up to him, glaring at the other women who surrounded him. You gripped the back of his racing suit as a warning and flashed the girls a fake smile.

“Well, thank you for keeping my husband occupied, but for now I need to speak to him in private,”

You could tell the girls weren’t happy at this, but you didn’t give them a moment to complain as you pulled your husband away and into an empty garage, closing the door behind you. What you weren’t aware of, however, was James Hunt nearby, who had watched how you had grasped Niki, and with his curiosity spiked, he headed to the garage the two of you had disappeared into.

“Y/l,” Niki complained as you pulled him along to the back of the garage, “I was just having fun, it wasn’t anything serious.”

You reached an empty table before you and shoved Niki against it, his back hitting the edge of it and making him grimace. “You have been purposely trying to get on my nerves every week, and you are very well aware of that fact,”

You could see the way his lips twitched up for the slightest second, but he tried to keep it hidden, tilting his head curiously. “I’ve done no such thing,” he tried to argue. “Now come on, love, you should celebrate me, maybe give me a quickie, huh,” he said, his eyes narrowingly cheekily as he waved the trophy he had won before you.

You snatch the trophy out of his hand and toss it to the floor. Niki’s eyebrows furrowed, and he opened his lips to complain, but you speak over him, making him shut up.

“Well, congratulations, you’ve been a right dick because of it, so I think a punishment is just deserving,” you tell him, letting go of his suit to reach into the handbag you had hung on your shoulder, and Niki’s eyes widened as he saw how you pulled out a strap on.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy and take your punishment?”

Niki swallowed, his cheeks blushing as he looked at you.

“Well, I-I-”

“Niki,” you warn in a stern voice.

“... Yes, Madam,”

“Do you want help with your punishment?” a voice echoed from behind you, making you quickly snap around to see James appear, his arms crossed as he smirked at Niki. Instantly Niki’s eyes burned with rage as he snarled, “James,”

James simply chuckled at Niki’s hostility and continued to step forward, raising his hand to grasp Niki’s chin and force him to look James in the eyes.

“You have always been quite cute when angry,”

“Fuck off,”

“Mmm and such a dirty mouth, all the things I could do with that,”

“Jealous because I won?” Niki bragged, trying to shake off James’s hand from his chin.

“A fluke, you know I’ll always be the better racer,”

“In your dreams,”

You glanced between the two of them curiously. You could see how angry Niki was with James, simply touching him, but the energy and tension between them was enough to make you flustered and that you didn’t want to give up.

“I would love some help. Niki, will you let James help with your punishment?”

Niki turned to look at you, shock written all over his face, to the point where he was at a loss for words. Annoyed by his silence, James moves his hand from Niki’s chin to his neck, squeezing it lightly but enough to make Niki’s face go red.

“She asked you a question; it is polite to answer,”

Niki glares between the two of you before letting his eyes finally rest on yours again, seeing your excitement at the prospect

“Fine,”

He barely got to finish his word before he was flipped over and pushed onto the table by James,l his ass hanging off one side and his head falling off the other side. He let out a huff of surprise by the sudden change and brought his hands to prop himself up on the table. Still, James, who had moved to the other side of the table facing Niki, picked up his hands and, using a piece of wire he had found on the floor, tied Niki’s hands tightly together, so they were stuck under his chest as he laid on the table.

“There isn’t that better,” he says, patting Niki’s cheek, who death glares at him.

“No, it isn’t,” Niki growls, unable to help himself but doesn’t say anymore as he suddenly gasps as he feels your hands reach for his race suit and with ease rip it open, exposing his back and ass to the cold air of the garage. You ran your hand down his back, along his spine, making him arch it at the contact, and then gave that sensitive ass of his a squeeze, delighting in the shudder from his body. You have always loved having Niki in this position, doggy style, before you. The man always said how much of a sensitive ass he had, and he was right. You loved to look down on it and on all the moles that littered his back as you slammed into him repeatedly.

You reached back into your handbag after slipping the strap on over your clothes and reached for a bottle of lube that you had stored for occasions like this. You poured some over two of your fingers and then dripped some on Niki’s asshole, watching the way his body jolted in surprise.

Slowly you took your two fingers and pressed it up against his ass, and thanks to the lube, it took little pushing before the tips of them slipped into his warm ass, making Niki groan at the sudden intrusion.

“Scheiße,” he moaned as he felt the fingers slip in further, slowly pushing him open. He closed his eyes to focus on it when you pressed your fingers against that spot. It made him cry, and his whole body jolt from the surge of pleasure sent straight to his cock that hung off the edge of the table, quickly hardening.

He only opened his eyes when he felt something hit his cheek. As soon as he did, he tried to pull himself away, seeing James’s hardening cock hanging before him, the sweaty smell being rancid.

“Looks like I finally get to shut this mouth up," James exclaims, slapping the side of Niki's face with his cock while Niki glared daggers at him. “Yes, but you miss out on this lovely ass," you remind him, squeezing Niki’s cheeks and pushing your fingers further into him, making him quiver.

“Open up,” James demanded to Niki, and for a moment, Niki wanted to retort back, to spit at James, to do something, feeling disgusted that Jame’s cock was before him, but you then removed your fingers.

“If you don’t want to, I guess I can leave you lying here, ass empty cock hard with nothing to satisfy you,”

Panic surged through Niki, feeling his ass throb from suddenly being abandoned, and the thought of being left there unable to satisfy him was enough for him to open his mouth for James begrudgingly. James didn’t even hesitate to push his cock into Niki’s mouth, instantly making him gag. The warm wetness of Niki’s mouth satisfied James immensely, who wrapped his hand in Niki’s curls, using that to push Niki’s mouth down on his cock as he watched you bring your now lubed up strap on to Niki’s ass.

“Isn’t that better, unable to make any remarks,” James says, delighting in seeing the way Niki’s lips stretched around his cock, hearing Niki chock when he pushed himself even further down Niki’s throat. Slowly, he set a pace of thrusting Niki on his cock, delighting in all the noises that came from the fact that Niki had an overbite.

Niki could feel the way James rammed against the back of his throat, and it made him groan around the cock, but when he felt the large strap on press against his asshole, the breath got caught in his throat, and he accidentally sucked on James cock as he gasped which in turn made James moan from the feeling.

Though you couldn’t hear it, he moaned as he felt the strap on push into his ass, stretching him open and filling him. You had grasped his hips to keep his lower body still as it hung there, and with that, you slowly pushed in till Niki had taken all of your strap on in his ass. You loved watching the way his rim stretched open for you, eagerly taking everything you had to give to him though it made Niki shudder. You waited a bit to let him get used to it, then pulled out slightly just to slam back down on Niki, pushing him forward onto James’s cock.

“Fuck, do that again. That felt good,” James groaned, his fighters pulling at Niki’s hair, which was now drenched in sweat. You did just that, delivering sharp thrusts into Niki, pushing his body forward on the table so that his face was pressed into James’s crotch with every movement. You and James spit-roasted Niki, moving within him simultaneously, leaving him no chance to try and recover from either feeling of being filled.

Spit from his mouth leaked out the side of his lips as James rutted into him. He tried to swallow, but that just made his throat constrict around James, edging James to push into his throat further. James brought his spare hand down to Niki’s throat and laughed as he felt his cock through it. He squeezed it lightly, watching the way Niki’s body spasmed.

“What a slut, slobbering all over my dick. Your throat feels so good. I can’t believe I haven’t fucked it before. Fuck, I can feel myself through your throat, bet you haven’t sucked cock as good as mine before,”

Niki glared up at James, wanting to punch the man in, but all he could do was moan around his cock as you slammed into his prostate.

You angled your hips to hit that spot as often as possible as one of your hands let go of his hip to reach down and grasp his cock, pumping the sensitive thing. Niki’s body instantly jolted, pushing his hips back and sucking in your strap on more as pleasure surrounded him. His chest heaving as he breathed through his nose, his legs twitching from the sensation and his tied hands thrashing on the table as he felt his climax grow nearer.

You and James continued to spit roast Niki, overwhelming him with pleasure at both ends till he was a sobbing mess, crying out around James’s cock as he reached his tipping point. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came hard, his ass clutching your strap on tightly as his cum shot over your hand and the floor as his legs shook. His throat tightened around James’s cock as he came, earning a moan from James as he was close. As Niki recovered from his orgasm, James picked up his speed in his throat, making Niki gag around his cock as he sought after his own pleasure. After a few more harsh thrusts, he pulled Niki’s face into his crotch as he came down Niki’s throat, making him chock on his cum.

He wouldn’t let go of Niki until he had swallowed all of it. “Get a taste of victory,” James had said. When he finally did, Niki let out a series of coughs, his entire face bright red as he tried to recover from choking.

You lazily thrust into Niki a few more times, watching the way his body moved and the little rat-like squeaks he gave out from overstimulation till you finally pulled out of his ass, watching how the rim throbbed.

“Thank you for letting me help with Niki’s punishment. If you ever need another helping hand, please call me up,” James says as he pushes his cock back into his suit.

“Oh, I will. Niki seems to really enjoy you,” you say, smirking as you glance at who was still glaring at James as he breathed raggedly.

“It’s good for him to see his place beneath me finally,” James says, glancing one last time at Niki before leaving.

You slowly made your way over to Niki, running your fingers through his hair and forcing his head up to look at you as he panted.

“I hope you learnt your lesson today, boy,”

He nodded, swallowing before speaking, “Yes, madam, I did.”

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Love languages of Daniel Brühl characters, go!

Baron Helmut Zemo

His act of love is a lot of expensive gifts. You might ask for them or not, but he will always deliver. Big, small or gigantic. Nothing is too much for you. You keep telling him that is not necessary, but he can’t stop. He is a man with lots of enemies and he gains calm from the idea that you will be safe and in a luxurious environment if he ever needs to be forced away from you.

Andrea Marowski

He is an old school romantic: flowers and composing songs for you. He likes to be old fashioned. He liked you to come back to a house full of beautiful flowers with their soft scents. But his true nature comes out from acts of service, he will always want to help you, to come around and solve something for you.

Dr Laszlo Kreizler

He always showed love with gifts and expensive dates and dinners. To all his friends and extended family he is the one that always goes over the top. It is a part of him that you try to balance because you don’t need to be paid or thanked to spend time with him even if he feels that way. That is his way of doing, so you will accept it but maybe piloting his choices to make sure it becomes something to enjoy together.

Jan

This man is a mess with words, not like Sebastian that has the magic quality of making anything sound like an insult, but he can make anything sound like philosophy. His love for you his a mantra, an idea, a law. He is so articulate and when he talks about his feelings for you or the way he sees your future you often wonder if you’re even real. He loves you so much, it is almost religious.

Sebastian Zöllner

Sex is his love language, but also touching you in general. He can be massy with words. He always ends up saying things wrong or at the wrong time. While when you’re in bed he is quiet and let’s his actions speak louder than words. Also holding hands, massages, even impromptu sexy time. To be able to touch you is his luxury. If he was a little bit more proud of his artworks he would show all the ones he did for you.

Niki Lauda

Vacations, offline time, evenings with no phones around somewhere even just in your living room.

He knows he is a really busy man, he is always on schedule with test drives and travels and so on.

So to have undivided time is his most caring act, it is his way to tell you: I am here for you, I want to be with you.

Ernst Schmidt

His love language is words, words said or written to you on a screen to tell you how much he loves you. He is a very fiery temperament, but he is vocal on things and the same is with you. He is also your biggest cheerleader, a reasonable mind to interact with. He always has time to be your partner, he always has time to listen to you.

Tony Balerdi

He has a lot of money and always makes the best gifts, but his act of love comes from quality time. To take a day off the restaurant or two, to go away. To be with you and have a late and quiet breakfast, to not have to worry about anything else but to stay close to you. That’s what opens his heart. He is all for his job, he loves it but he loves even more how you can be his everything.

Iván Pelayo

He says it out loud. He loves you, you’re his, no excuses, no moving around the topic. He will shout it at the microphone after a show, point at you as he performs, dedicate every love song to you. He will talk to his family about you, bring you to every family meeting, always referring to you lovingly but also showing people you’re his from people close to him to the waiter at the restaurant.

Alex Kerner

Tapes. Endless pictures and tapes of your time together. He makes albums, videos and anything that narrates your story together. He will send you pics of your last vacation together when he knows you’re sad. He will give out of his way to make sure you’re okay, that you have everything you need and he is always there to help. Sometimes even at his own loss.

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Dark Laszlo is all that I want and all that I need

the somnambulist

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pairing(s): dark!laszlo kreizler x fem!reader

summary: Doctor Kreizler takes a particular interest in your habit of sleepwalking, and elects to use hypnosis as a means of controlling your symptoms.

words: 2.7k

warnings: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI), noncon, darkfic, dark!laszlo, smut, unprotected sex, somnophilia, hypnosis, dry humping, mention of breeding kink, fluids play, graphic depictions of violence, choking, hair pulling, mentions of self harm and blood, entirely unrealistic descriptions of sleepwalking, some horror/supernatural elements, dead dove: do not eat

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Doctor Laszlo Kreizler is hardly a revered man. Nevertheless, he strives only to provide the best treatment that he can to his patients, no matter their ills, no matter how much is known or unknown about their conditions.

Somnambulism… that would fall under the latter category.

When you arrived at the Institute, there was no doubt in Doctor Kreizler’s mind that your sleepwalking would be of the more manageable kind. He was sure that a locked room at the far end of the Institute, away from the children’s quarters and in the general proximity of the Doctor’s office, would suffice to keep everyone safe. How wrong he had been.

Not that you are a dangerous thing in waking life; far from it. You are entirely too sweet, in fact. Although you are perhaps a bit timid in his presence, your keen understanding of the ways of the world and genial disposition are admirable, as far as the Doctor is concerned. But what intrigues him most about you is how entirely different you are in your sleep. Your unconscious mind, it seems, is much more tortured than your conscious would ever let on.

He doesn’t normally tend to treat adults at the Institute, but had deemed it necessary in order to form a true understanding of your condition. Your symptoms had been described to him before he took on your case, of course. Rising from your bed in the night, acting out night terrors in which you seemed to be the aggressor, oftentimes beating against yourself or immobile objects until your knuckles are bloody. Other times, leaving your bed to attack an unsuspecting person in your vicinity.

A person such as Laszlo had been, alone in his office one particular night. He somehow hadn’t heard you enter, as his back was turned to the door- this he was also warned about, not only by yourself but by members of your family. “Stalks through rooms completely silent, you can’t even hear her come in. She’s like a ghost, isn’t there one minute and then poof! She’s on you.”

On you. Yes, you were on him, but not exactly as he’d imagined you would be. He imagined a bludgeoning, some kind of a blunt object in your hands from where you had felt your way down the hallway like the living dead. He expected you to knock him down and beat him half to oblivion.

He didn’t expect your hands on his neck.

Impressive, though, how strong you are when unconscious. Your pain receptors are turned off and what remains is brutal, untapped force. A vice closed around his stiff collar like a hangman’s noose, cutting off his air, making him fall back into his chair. Your eyes were wide and unfocused, but dark, so dark, and when you climbed into his lap your white linen nightgown bunched around your thighs enough that he could see the bruises from where you’d beaten yourself in your sleep the night before.

You would feel it in the morning, as you always do; pulled muscles and charley horses and bruises and scrapes all pile up after a while. But Laszlo was unable to consider the repercussions of fighting you off, while your hands threatened to nearly crush his windpipe. He cursed his weak arm- not uncommon, of course, but especially for moments like this one- as he had no real way to break your hold on him. So he did the only other thing he knew to do.

His stronger hand skid across your scalp, fingers tangling in the hairs at the nape of your neck and clenching around them. He yanked your head back, making a snarl rip from your throat (the first sound you’d made since entering his office, in fact). He pulled and pulled until, at last, your grip around his throat slackened.

But your hips. They canted forward against his, and quite suddenly this was not merely an act of violence anymore.

He didn’t know at what point he became aroused by it all. Just that he was. Just that, when your pelvis ground against his in the shadow between your bodies, and your rabid snarl morphed into something like a moan, he was there with you. And he wasn’t sure that he wanted you to stop.

Reason won over in the end. With one more yank on your hair you toppled back off his lap and onto the ground at his feet. And he dragged you, kicking and screaming, back to your room by the roots of your hair.

He made sure that the door was locked before he returned to his office. But there, in the low gaslamp light, he sat in near catatonic silence with his eyes fixed on the glistening wet stain on the front of his trousers. The stain which was not his.

“Hypnos was the Greek God of sleep. His mother, Nyx, was the Goddess of the night. His father, Erebus, was the God of darkness. Hypnos resided in a dark cave where no light was cast, not by the sun, nor moon.”

The speech gets more tiresome the more often he says it. It feels a bit like reciting a bedtime story, and ironically, it is necessary to put you to sleep. ‘Sleep,’ in this case, being in a looser sense than what you are accustomed to.

When you had woken in the morning, predictably, you had no recollection of the events the night before. Your head ached, you said. Your hands were sore and overworked, your throat raw. The Doctor had requested that you come by his office after breakfast, as he wanted to try a new treatment, hypnosis, to see if he could assuage your nightly symptoms.

Here you are. You are a touch short of breath. Your eyes are closed, though you sit with your back rigidly straight in a chair, dressed in a grey day dress provided to you by the Institute. Your hands have bruises on them, similar to the ones on Laszlo’s neck. He reaches towards where one rests on the arm of the chair.

“Feel your hand,” he whispers to you, and when he gently holds your wrist, you do not flinch away. “Your hand feels heavy. But slowly, it begins to feel insubstantial. Light, lighter, floating upwards, as light as a feather.”

When he lets your wrist go, you hold your hand aloft for a moment. Then slowly, as if you are not controlling it at all, it lowers back down to rest on your lap.

Good. You are in a suggestive state now. Asleep, but not dreaming. Awake, but unaware. That is all he needs.

“When you sleep, where do you go?” He asks you quietly.

No hesitation. “Hell.”

He runs a hand over his jaw. In order for this to work, he’ll have to be more specific with his questions. He begins to pace around you, lowering his voice further. “Go to this place. What does Hell look like?”

“It changes. It’s dark. Sometimes… wet. Hot.” Though your voice is merely a quiet drone compared to what it is when you are alert, he hears a wobble in it. “I am... attacked. But I always fight. And I always fail.”

He contemplates your words. “When you go to this Hell… what do you feel?”

“Afraid,” you tell him. “I’m frightened. Of everything.”

A smile twitches at his lips. When he leans over the back of your chair so that his head is level with yours, his downcast eyes glimpse the heavy rise and fall of your breast. It transfixes him for a moment. “Are you frightened now?”

This time, you do hesitate. Then, as though you are seeing something truly horrifying behind your eyelids, your breath hitches. “Yes.”

“The symptoms of fear are biologically identical to that of arousal,” he whispers in your ear, and he sees you quiver for half a second. “Your heart races. Your breath quickens. You grow hot, and you shiver.” Watching your body, he sees you demonstrate each of his words with exact precision. “But now, when you feel this fear… you become aware of another feeling. A heat growing deep in your belly. Between your legs. Can you feel it?”

He can nearly feel the heat he speaks of radiating from your body. Your voice is breathier than normal. “Yes.”

“That feeling… it grows. It pulses. Go to it. Chase that feeling.” He pauses, his eyes drawn to the sight of your lips parting, as if in awe. “You find, when you chase that feeling, that arousal, your fear is gone. There is no longer a need to be afraid. There is only a need to satiate your arousal.”

You are no longer rigid, though you tremble. A sigh falls from your lips.

“And when you feel that need,” he says with a smile, “you come and find me.”

He does not worry that you make no noise when you enter his office this time. He is waiting.

Your eyes are open, but Laszlo is almost certain that you aren’t seeing him- or, at least, this exact version of him. There is a vacant, glassy quality to them that wasn’t there when he last looked into them, when you opened your eyes after he roused you from the hypnosis and bid him a warm, but slightly confused goodbye, as though you hadn’t known entirely what took place in the session. But they are dark again, shadowed as if possessed by some unholy entity, your pupils blown wide and eclipsing your irises.

You climb into his lap again. This time, your hands are on his face, and he allows his own to capture your chin, his weaker one sliding up your thigh, beneath the bunching of your nightgown.

“There she is,” he coos, his eyes searching your face for the rage he’d witnessed the night before, but finding only what he replaced it with. Desire. And all of it directed at him, as you part your lips to suck on his prodding thumb. A satisfied hum escapes him as he feels the swirling of your tongue on his skin, and his mind swims with what else that mouth can do, when he’s more complaisent and willing to take his time with you.

He draws you to his lips, and feels you feeding all that passion from before into your kiss. Your mouth is infernally hot, and if he were a religious man, he might wonder if you hold some sort of hellfire licking flames within you. Your skin, which is just as hot, if not more, nearly burns his hand as it dips beneath your skirt to cup your sex, to feel how you drip in your frustration and need. You whimper against his lips.

“Oh, you can’t feel pain, but you can feel this?” He flexes his hand, driving the base of his palm a bit harder against the mound of your sex, his fingers finding the wet invitation of your entrance and almost deigning to push in. But as you instinctively grind down onto his hand, a sweet little whine squeaking from your throat, he decides that he won’t be giving you his fingers.

Not this time.

“My darling girl. Let your Doctor take care of you.” Laszlo’s words are strangled, but it doesn’t matter. He wonders if you can hear him, or if he’s just talking to air, to himself. He would give every penny to his name to know what you are seeing behind those eyes of yours, flickering across his face in the imitation of waking, as if seeing his features in the dim light.

His hand falls to his belt, his fingers wet with your arousal and slipping against the metal as he prys himself free of his confines. He is achingly hard and throbbing, his hips nearly bucking up off the seat to meet yours in anticipation of what’s to come. Your heat, your lust. To feel what he has moulded you into.

He may be the one who guides himself to your entrance, but isn’t it you who sinks yourself upon his cock? Isn’t it you who rolls your hips before he’s even adjusted to how impossibly tight you are on him, a groan issuing from behind his teeth as the air is punched from his lungs?

Your head rolls back on your shoulders as you let out an airy moan, a sigh of relief. You’re too greedy for your own good, jamming yourself down onto his cock like you want for all the world to devour him alive.

Laszlo’s hand raises to cup your exposed neck, his thumb tilting your chin down so that your eyes meet his, for what it’s worth. “Slow,” he growls, his voice rumbling in his chest in a way that he, himself, has never heard before. He can’t have you hurting yourself in this way, waking up to a sore cunt and bruised cervix. He’d have a hard time explaining that one away as you merely fucking yourself.

To his surprise, you follow his directions. He tilts his head as you steady the rolling of your hips, taking a long pull back before sinking onto him again, as if savoring the way his cock plunges into you and drags out with your movement.

“Kiss me,” he says, and you do not hesitate to latch onto his mouth, your tongue brushing his as though you’ve done so a million times before. It seems as though you are still powerless to his suggestion in this state, your subconscious willing to do as he says when he says it.

“Very good, drágám,” he whispers to you when you break away, whimpering and gasping as your walls start to pulse around his shaft, and he has to swallow back a visceral groan at the overwhelming sensation of it. “That’s right. Use me to bring yourself pleasure. I know how you crave it.”

Your eyes flutter shut and your mouth falls open with a needy moan as your orgasm crashes over you, your hips stuttering with the force of your muscles tightening on his cock, as if you don’t want to let go. He imagines, somewhere in that pretty little head of yours, that you don’t. Your hands clamp down on his shoulders, nails digging in until he’s sure he’ll see half moon imprints on his skin when he undresses.

It takes all of Laszlo’s willpower not to spill inside of you. In fact, he curses as he guides you off of him, your cunt still pulsing invitingly as he slips from you and covers his cock with his hand. The gush of his release is intense, a drawn out moan passing through his lips and into the stale air as ropes of come paint his palm and fingers. He can’t remember the last time his orgasm was so intense.

His eyes fall to the front of your night dress, your chest heaving before him. How he wishes he could undo the two buttons that hold the cream colored fabric in place, hiding your breasts from view. How he wants to lave his tongue across your nipples (so hard and erect, as they press out at him through the fabric). How he wants to lift you onto his desk and take and take and take, until he comes so deep inside you that you’ll be sure to have his child. How he wants to breed you, again and again, his sweet little toy of his own design.

Well, there’s always tomorrow night.

He lifts his hand to your lips, and says, “Lick,” and you do. He watches in awe as you clean his come from his fingers, your tongue flattening against his palm and swallowing every drop that you’ve pulled from him. And when you’ve finished, he lightly pats the curve of your hip, and calls you a good girl as you blink at him with your dark, unfocused eyes, like you’re waiting for your next command.

Perhaps, one day, if he plays his cards just right, your eyes may not be so vacant after he fucks you.

“You’ve done so well for me, drágám,” he tells you finally, a bit short of breath. “Go now, back to your room.”

And you do. He misses the heat of your body as soon as it’s away from him, and he wants only for you to come back, even as he tucks his softened cock back into his trousers.

Doctor Laszlo Kreizler is hardly a revered man. One does not have to wonder why that is.

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I need a very loving Laszlo smut, either top or switch with him, take it any direction you want, any build up, any kinks. But I just... my soul needs this V I need to see this man happy and satisfied

Coming Back Home [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Wife!Reader]

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT (fingering, mild victorian dirty talk)

Author’s note: I am weak to see this man happy, my mind went a bit overboard, but I just couldn't hold it back, to see him happy and fulfilled in all his means, professional and private. Thank you so much for feeding my obsession and being my supporter @cazzyimagines <3

The cold air hit him as a welcome back in the moment he exited the carriage, he was back in New York after six months of study and hard work in Wien, he hated and loved it: he learned a lot and got the chance to talk with some of the best alienists in the field granting himself some valuable resources and upcoming publications, the city was amazing and romantic. But all day, every day, he was with his mind on the life he left here, on you and your baby boy waiting at home patiently, easing his pains with letters and little colourful sketches, reassuring him that he would come back to the same house he left.

It was late, he could see the light in baby’s room was off already and it pained him to be late for the goodnight story.

The driver dropped his belongings beside the door with a huff before taking his money with a big thank you.

Laszlo nodded, a sense of tension taking over him, what if something indeed changed? What if you hate him for leaving for his own interest? Will his son remember him? 

The silliest questions took over him and he just rang the bell before the spiral would take over and make him sleep in the garden out of his imaginary shame.

Stevie opened the door and his face lighted up instantly, Laszlo’s hand moved close to his own face with a finger up to signal him to keep quiet. The young lad nodded opening the door more, but a loud whine came out of his lips when he saw the heavy trucks beside Laszlo. 

“Stevie? Who is it?”

Your voice vibrated through the walls enveloping Laszlo like a distant memory and a fresh breath of air at the same time.

Stevie mumbled something “Nobody Madam, only some funny head playing with bells at night” he said as Laszlo nodded at him.

He left the coat at Stevie with his gloves and hat making his way to the bedroom upstairs trying to be as quiet as possible, your vanity the first thing that appeared to his sight, he shifted lightly so he could spot your figure reflected in the mirror without being seen.

You were already in your white night dress, hair down wrapped in a braid that rested on your shoulder, his own dark blue night gown draped over you making you appear even smaller, a book resting in your hand, the other hand toying with the fabric of his gown. A soft sigh left your lips and a little smile, you are liking the book. You turn the page with your features lighting up by interest, he felt almost guilty to interrupt you.

“Guten Abend, my love”

Your head shot up, eyes wide in surprise, a smile growing on your lips as he walked inside the room revealing his presence. A sense of nervousness still on him.

“Laszlo” you called rushing to him, discarding the book and throwing the covers onside,  closing the distance between the two of you by jumping out the bed like an excited child. Your hands wrapped quickly around his neck, you pulled him in, lips clashing against one another. He smiled in the kiss, eyes a bit teary as the happiness you were able to blossom into his chest since the first time he met you was still there. He cupped your cheek with his left hand, the kiss being long and followed by little short ones, and then again a long one.

“You should have told me” You whispered and he smiled at you noticing how you also got a bit of tears streaming down your cheeks, but all due to happiness. You picked his right hand kissing it lovingly, oh that ritual of yours, that mindless action you always did to kiss the part of him he despised the most.

“Welcome home, my love”

He smiled widely, so wide he felt his cheeks and jaw hurt, while he leaned his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying it. Your little telepathy thing, like he could pour his thoughts to you and vice versa.

In the meanwhile Stevie kept himself far from the two of you not wanting to interrupt or witness anything he shouldn’t. Laszlo pulled back from that position as he stared down at you, your eyes met again as you gulped down a little, his eyes travelling onto your neck as none of you seemed able to pick what words to let out first, too many informations gathered in six months that letters couldn’t covert.

His eyes raising up to yours, you moved first guiding his right hand still safe in your grasp inside that warm robe hiding your body, his fingers meeting with the obscenely thin fabric of your night dress, the shape of your breast clear under his touch, his thumb brushing over your nipple earning an immediate reaction from you. 

His breath itched, his tongue wetting his lips as you kept supporting his weak arm while his hand discovered once more what hidden treasure was the body of his wife.

His left hand undoing the silky bow around your neck that kept that useless piece of clothing closed, your breasts being exposed as he leaned his head down lacing his lips with you nipple and giving it a tempting suck, his tongue roaming over it as a sense of home and comfort surged into his stomach, then he spoke and his hot breath against your wet nipple made you shiver.

“Have you done the exercises that I gave you?”

“No”

His eyes shoot up at you, a mix between the need to scold you and desire in them.

“I could do it only with your letters” you added.

“Not touching yourself enough must have been painful, exasperating, you could have brought yourself to hysteria”

“I know, but I was waiting for this moment”

He smirked, the idea to be a vital part of your sexual expression turning him on immensely.

“Which letter was your favourite?”

“The one where you described your fingers inside me, I could imagine it so clearly while I was doing it to myself”

He almost let out a groan only by the sound of your words, the need to go knuckles deep inside you now almost impossible to hold back as the image of your distressed figure rolling onto the sheets trying to emulate that pleasure he only can give you clouded his mind.

His left hand almost angrily undoing the fabric belt the nightgown around your waist before moving behind your back to pull it off your shoulders, you gently let go of his right hand helping him in the task, your hands now tugging his jacket, his waistcoat, beginning already with his shirt buttons, you were so in need, but he was the same. He tugged his shirt off probably ripping off some buttons, the urgency you both felt filling the air.

His eyes trying to take in all your figure as you finally let go of that white dress.

“Oh, meine Frau, no statue or artwork or inspiration I have seen in this travel equals your beauty” he groaned as he felt like he almost forgot how he worshipped your body, how your only presence triggered obscene desires through him.

There was almost a moment of suspense before he leaned his warm body against yours, skin on skin again.

His erection already brushing over your lower stomach as you guided him onto the bed with you laying down for him. “Laszlo” you were about to beg him not to make you wait, not to tease you but his left hand fingers were already between you legs and a yelp of pleasure left you lips immediately.

“Soaked wet without me even touching you”

He was so pleased, you didn’t need to look at his face to know, but you whimpered when his long finger pushed inside you, he knew it, he knew exactly how to touch you, how to manipulate all of you. His lips laced to your neck, he sucked on it, bit it, hickeys soon will follow the passage of him. He is back.

To see your own neck pale and empty from his marks pained you everyday, but now he is at home and there won’t be a single centimetre of you spared. Another moan followed as his mouth found your nipples again, your legs trembling as a second finger joined the first one making you gasp for air. The ultimate pleasure approaching in you too quickly, abnormally quickly, but you missed him so much and six months without his care on you was a torment.

His prideful smile gave you the freedom not to restrain your pleasure, your hips jolting up and trembling, more wetness gathering on his fingers before he pulled them out knowing that it would make you feel empty.

He punished you with distance as he sat down on the bed, you crawled over him, legs still feeling like jelly as you forced yourself to straddle him. You didn’t need to rest, you wanted him to bring you to exhaustion and he knew it, he knew you won’t wait anymore. So you aligned him with your folds, his hard cock opening his way into you easily thanks to your recent orgasm, a loud growl leaving Laszlo’s lips.

“My wife, it appears to me that you’re back being a virgin after only six months away from me” 

You blushed because his words made you sensitive and proud in a very peculiar way, you moaned slowly beginning to ride him as he kept muffling how tight you’re pressing his forehead against your chest, his left arm wrapping around you. You voiced your pleasure freely, fingers tangling to the back of his head, now it was your turn to guide his pleasure, to set the rhythm, but the pace was slow and deep, the desire still feverish in you, but the closeness inspiring you tenderness. 

“How horrible to rest in the cold Wien without you, how empty to walk without your presence” he spoke directly to your chest, to your heart “every achievement was not an achievement if I couldn’t share it with you” he confessed, his hot breath against your breasts.

“You’re back now, next time we will come with you”

You smiled as his eyes shone looking up at you “my wife”

He loved to call you that, he always did, the pride in his voice when he asked you  to be his wife the first time came back to your memory. You didn’t need many nicknames, wife and husband, the holy duo, the balance, the symmetry.

“I love you, my husband”

You moaned against him, his fingers digging into your skin, his right hand settling over your hip.

You couldn’t guess how much it lasted, you impaled deliciously yourself over him, he loved to stare at you going on your own on top of him, love it, express fully your feminine power. His left hand teasing your clit sapiently mimicking your movements making it nauseatingly perfect, your mind clouded by pleasure. He cursed, he growled biting onto the side of your breast when filling you up and gaining another moan from you, he held you down as he kept rubbing your clit until he felt your walls clasp deliciously around him, he still didn’t want to move.

He loved to see you helpless, washed over by pleasure, legs jerking aimlessly and fingers pulling onto him and his hair.

You didn’t take time to recover from that second orgasm, his skilled fingers knowing their ways around you, you bowed your head joining your lips again, you still couldn’t believe it.

“I am such a lucky man to have you”

You smiled kissing his forehead “I am lucky with such a husband like you”

You stayed like this, hugging, the time to talk will come, the time to exchange gifts and come back to routine. But not now. After countless minutes you slowly shifted from that position, freeing his hard on from you but slowly moving beside his sitting figure staying on your all fours, the braid that held your hair almost completely loose.

“Come my husband, you only had one orgasm, I know you love even numbers”

The next morning the light from the window hit his eyes, he frowned stirring as he blinked tiredly. Your figure tangled to his in bed, the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead out of habit, the marks already forming on your neck made him proud, your regular breathing and gentle perfume mixed with the sweat of sex made his senses alive. You felt him move and woke up pretty easily, probably due to have slept alone for so long. You smiled at each other, no words yet needed, a soft kiss placed on each others lips.

The a soft sound, more like little sounds following one another, little feet rushing down the hallway.

“Mama” being whispered by a very shy boy, his clear brown hair peaking up from the doors.You smirked covering Laszlo completely with the duvets.

“My baby” you said sitting up holding the covers over your body.

“Mami!” He gasped surprised “what happened to your neck?”

“Oh, it is normal my baby, is it so late?”

He nodded and you smiled as he hopped on top of the messy bed, Laszlo smirked from underneath the covers, it seems like somebody took a habit of sneaking into the big bed.

You smiled as your boy resembled so much his father, he crawled to move to your lap and that’s when Laszlo sat up with a loud “Who’s in my bed?” holding his hand up like a claw.

The boy squared but soon threw himself against his father’s chest.

“Apa visszatért!!!” He shouted so loud at you like you didn’t notice Laszlo at all and you chuckled finding the two of them so adorable.

“I am going to get some breakfast done” you said willing to leave them their space. Laszlo nodded at you as you wrapped yourself into your dress and then the thick nightgown. You could hear them talk softly, Laszlo was all about speaking to him in his mother’s language but also in German, so your boy was always mixing the three. “Have you being a good master of the house while I was away?” “Yes Papa, I have been extra good and mommy was happy too, but it is not like when you’re here” Laszlo’s little chuckle won you over even by distance. You had to learn Hungarian through Laszlo, even if you were lucky enough to know German already. But how sweet it was to learn along with your boy.

“Little Andrea woke you up, mrs Kreizler?” The cook, a very nice and good hearted woman asked once you reached the kitchen still wrapped in your night clothes and redoing your braid.

“He did, but his father is back, I couldn’t detain him in any way” You assured as you instructed about the breakfast to make something special. When everything was ready and settled you saw the two of them coming downstairs together, Andrea holding his father’s weak hand into his, still babbling in German to him. The two of them still in their night clothes, you loved to be unruly with them, half of the world outside would be shocked to see a family have breakfast in their night clothes, but who cares. You sat all together as Laszlo begun narrating about his travel, Andrea almost forgetting to eat as he sat down staring at his dad with shiny eyes like he could disappear any time.

“Andrea, at least the juice” you said and he nodded vehemently in particular after you whispered something to his ear.

“Do you have secrets with me?” Laszlo inquired with a smirk, his messy hair a blessing in such bright day.

“Always had” you said with a smirk and he chuckled softly before standing up and leaving for a moment coming back with some boxes.

He handed his boy one and two to you, while Andrea was busy unwrapping the gift Laszlo moved behind your sitting figure “open the small one first”

You obeyed quietly as the box was clearly hinting it was jewellery, inside you found some white gold and blue sapphires earrings.

“Laszlo, you ..” He shushed you softly “come on, wear them for me, jewellery over night dress, a new fashion from Europe” He joked softly but you obliged his wishes putting them on, Andrea making happy cheering sounds as he found the model train of his dreams. The earrings dropped beautifully on you, framing the new Laszlo loved so much “I knew only a Venus like you could sport them” he said making you blush, he always spoke in a way that made you feel like courting never ended.

“What about this?” You asked about the second box and Laszlo smirked just gesturing you to go on. Inside there was a study for a portrait, your portrait, clearly inspired by the picture Laszlo had with himself of you.

“I met this young painter in Wien, a bit struggling with money but extremely talented as you can see, a craftsman that works with gold, I invited him to come here next month and work on your portrait, he fell in love with your figure already, I already know I will have to guard your safety.”

“What is his name?”

“Oh, he is not famous, Gustav Klimt”

“Well, we can make him famous then” you said and Laszlo just smiled more as you kissed his lips to thank him for the beautiful gifts, knowing Laszlo he probably had way more hidden in his trucks “I knew you’d say something this kind of sweet”

“Mama, you look beautiful” Andrea called you staring like he was waiting for you to say something and you smiled nodding “yes, now it is the perfect time”

“For what?” Laszlo asked as you took his hand guiding him to the living room.

“Please, take a sit now” you said slowly guiding him to his armchair, the comfort of the familiar place relaxed him, the fresh flowers in the vase, the books laid on the table.

“Andrea has a surprise for you” you said leaning to sit on the arm of the chair looking up a his confused face, but he was unable to let go of that smile creeping on his lips.

“Come inside darling” you called “we are ready”

You took Laszlo’s right hand guiding it on your lap, the curiosity already eating him alive as little Andrea came holding his little violin, still looking extra cute in that night dress that made him resemble some cute baby penguin. He puffed his chest blushing as you gave him a nod of encouragement, Laszlo’s eyes shining to see his son like this and the chemistry you two have.

“I have learned this piece to welcome you back home” he announced as his shaky voice betrayed a bit his nervousness.

He placed the violin carefully onto his shoulder resting his cheek on it, your hands holding Laszlo’s while tapping with you finger to keep the tempo for Andrea. The melody was simple, but quite impressive for such a young player, Laszlo was unable to look away from his son, from the way he relaxed while playing, for the way you clearly helped him to gain the confidence to do this little performance.

He looked up at you as you two shared that look of complicity.

Life was bright over Kreizler’s household. 

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Somnophilia with Zemo after getting your vaccine! :) Love your work! xx

Vaccinated [Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader]

Word count: 1.5 k

Warnings: somnophilia, dub-con only if you squint

A/N: it is a drabblish thing but what a blessing it would have been to be attended by such a nurse.

When he came back home he was surprised by the silence and the darkness, he looked up awaiting as he focused now ale to finally hear the soft noise of the tv coming from your shared bedroom.

He was well aware that you had your second vaccine shot today, the first dose gave you some muscular pain and he expected the second shot to be a bit harder on you.

He had some mild fever but he was well back onto his feet after a long night of sleep but the absence of any life at home proved him already your ill state. usually when he came back home you'd be welcoming him or jsut call his name to signal him you were inside.

He took off his long coat and gloves before manoeuvring his shoes off his feet making his way to the kitchen. The city apartment lighted only by the skyline outside the windows. He turned on the light slowly, he hummed quietly as he put on the kettle to prepare you some tea, everything was done quietly and slowly. He peeled an apple along with some strawberries and kiwis. In few minutes a tray of vitamins in form of fruits and some comfort herbal tea was ready.

He smiled to himself proud of his work, he picked it walking upstairs to greet you with it.

The bedroom’s light was off, the darkness still engulfed the place as he noticed some random show on tv keeping you company in such a low volume he knew you were keeping it on only for that reason.

“Darling”

He called you softly not to scare you, he expected you to already be noticing him but you were still resting on your right side quietly giving him your back.

He frowned lightly resting the tray on the nightstand and he sat on the bed

gently caressing your shoulder.

“Darling”

He repeated as he looked above you, you were sound asleep, your lips cherry coloured revealing you probably had fever. He leaned his head down kissing your temple and he smiled as you weren’t too warm.

He observed you for a moment, he kissed your cheek as he called you the third time in a whisper. His lips travelled onto your neck as you stirred lightly but kept being asleep. You probably took something to lower your fever that numbed you, he was telling himself you probably were tired.

He brushed his lips against your neck, like a caress inhaling your scent.

He paused as he closed his eyes slowly running his tongue over your skin to taste it, a lurking temptation taking over him with a sense of need that couldn't be seated with the kisses he kept stealing from you.

You whimpered softly, his hands pulling the covers off you earning a

shiver to run over your skin as he looked at you wearing only his white t-shirt and knickers.

He hummed softly as his hand run down your thigh and then up again to play

with that piece of lace resting on your hip. His tongue slowly running over

his own lips, his eyes darting up at you.

“Darling, you can’t be a tease even like this”

He murmured as he kissed your shoulder, fingertips slowly moving to caress your tummy and down until he reached the upper hem of your panties, the little bow on the front telling him you were his present to unwrap.

Air almost getting stuck into his throat when his hand moved past that delicious frontier, gently parting your folds rubbing over your sensitive clit.

You whimpered as he pressed his crotch against your bum, your gentle whimpers shutting his active brain off.

“So wet, I wonder what you are dreaming about, I wonder if you will tell me”

His whispers getting lost against your neck while fingers begun to run more smoothly across your slit thanks to your obscene desires. Zemo pushed his

leg slowly forward to part your legs enough to ease him into the task of pushing those same digits inside you.

A moan left your lips as he begun stretching you so nicely “Don’t tell me you won’t still wake up” he growled “I bet you’re pretending”

He smirked as you moaned again.

His eyes darted up to your closed lids, you parted lips, your erratic

breath.

“Fuck”

He cursed or maybe told himself.

He pulled his fingers out of your welcoming entrance leaning you on your back slowly as he moved his body weight between your legs hooking the panties with his long fingers and pulling them down.

“Damn, Y/N, you can’t do this to me” he mumbled as he pushed the shirt you were wearing above your chest, lips capturing your nipple, sucking on it, nibbling on it while your thighs trembled for the pleasure.

He cursed again, hand travelling to his belt undoing it and pushing his pants and briefs off his hips enough to let out free his agonising hard on.

“Don’t stop me now, liebing”

He groaned pushing slowly his erection inside you, you moaned, you trembled, but he waited still inside you as you blinked but you were still drunk of your medication and asleep. He begun to move slowly, your legs parting naturally wider for him. What a hot dream, right?

You looked up at him as he bowed over you, his hips moving over yours like an hungry bite, capturing them as your tongues danced together and your legs wrapped around his waist.

This didn't feel like a dream or if it was a dream this vaccine was amazing and you almost had fear of speaking at all as the dream might end abruptly before your ultimate closure.

"Damn baby, you milk me so good, so good" he groaned, he was so overly excited he could barely hold himself back, his grinding urgent and you were victim of his same spell.

Your hands holding onto the covers underneath you, mouth open as you tried to catch up air and you just didn't want him to stop, not now, not when you're so close.

He groaned and growled your name as you came around him.

It was really hard not to succumb at the slumber again for you once you felt him fill you up, he balanced his weight above you over his right arm as he touched onto your chest kissing his way down on it.

When he pulled out, you shivered as that sense of wetness took over you.

But it wasn't over.

You whined and pulled back as you felt his body weight off from you, the cold surround you until a wet tongue run over your still sensitive slit.

You jerked your hips a bit but you were blinded by pleasure and need.

"Don't be selfish, give me another one."

It was all you had to hear.

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