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kinktober day 8 — size difference

kink — size differenc     pairing —clark kent x fem!reader     warnings — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE,  smut, mentions of a blowjob, degradation, size difference, choking, cheek slapping, unprotected penetrativ sex, slight dubcon??? word count — 1,446 word smasterlist | kinktober masterlist

“Hey Clark, can you hand me the tape recorder please? I just want to make sure I typed in the right report,” She smiled at him once he handed it over to her. The Kryptonian purposely let his fingers brush against hers as he handed her the item she asked for. “I doubt you made a mistake — you’re perfect, you know?”

Biting her lip as she feels her cheeks getting flushed with his pick up line, “Well you’re perfect in your own right too,” She looks away as she checks the article she had written out earlier, “Especially that body of yours. Like being sculpted by the gods themselves.”

Even though she said it in a hushed tone, his superhuman hearing allowed the secret hero to pick up on the compliment that was clearly not meant for him to hear. For a while now, he had his suspicions that maybe she liked him; which would be great for him seeing as he harboured romantic feelings for her after being paired with her multiple times on different field assignments. And somewhere in between being cramped up with her in dingy, small hotel rooms and passing time by sharing stories and intimate secrets, he fell deeply for her.

“What time did we need to leave again?”

Deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice how she was done with the recorder and was handing the object back to him, “Around 10 am, I think,” He swiftly places it back in his messenger bag as he flops back down on the wide bed, “We still have plenty of time to sleep, little one.”

After quickly packing away her things, she shook her head as she shot a glance at Clark, “Has anyone ever told you how much of a flirt you are?” When she was grabbing a pillow and a thin blanket off the bed, a strong hand wrapped around her wrist, Clark’s eyebrows raised in confusion, “What do you think you’re doing, little one?”

It took her a few seconds to come up with a coherent thought with the way his large hand gripped onto her smaller wrist had her mumbling incoherently before saying, “Well it’s look like you’ve staked your claim on the bed; and I don’t think I’ll fit, just with,” Her free hand then gestured to his physique, “How big you are. So I’ll just camp on the couch.”

A low chuckle escaped his perfect mouth, causing her to shrink even more as she was being maneuvered to sit on his wide lap, “You know I’ll always make space for you, little one.”

Flustered at his words and his movements, she then bit her lip as she wrapped her legs around his waist, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me, Clark.”

“Well how about I make my intentions clear then?” Clark then rested his hand that was earlier wrapped around her wrist to rest on the back of her neck, pressing their lips together. His tongue poked out of his mouth as he gently traced her bottom lip; causing her to whimper and open her mouth, granting access to his tongue.

His hand rested on her hips, laying her down on the mattress; hovering above her, he held both her hands above her head with one of his large hand as he bit her lip gently before pulling away, “I’ve been wanting you for some time now, little one,” His lips were focused on littering hickies on her neck as his other hand rubbed her clit before sliding in three of his thick fingers in her tight pussy, “And looks like this pretty pussy has been thinking about me too.”

With the way her walls immediately produced wetness, providing the lube his fingers needed as he thrusted his fingers in her repeatedly; groaning at how snug her walls are — further reminding him how tight and small she really was.

Pulling away his fingers, his tongue immediately tasted her juices and groaned at how sweet she was, “Fuck, little one, you taste so damn delicious.”

“Wanna cum, Clark,” She moaned at the sight of him noisily licking up her juices and let out a whimper when he shoves his fingers in her mouth, her tongue following her instincts and licking his fingers. “Even my fingers are too much for that tight, little mouth of yours huh?”

Nodding her head along with what he said, she was relieved to have her hands free but the relief was right away replaced with anticipation when she witnessed how his hand was reaching for his thick, long cock, “How else will you be able to fit my cock in your mouth hm?”

“I’m gonna try my best to do so,” Came her muffled response as she breathed in and out heavily upon feeling his wide tip rub up and down her walls before entering her pussy, “That’s adorable, but first I’m gonna shove my cock in this cute pussy okay?” Despite being phrased as a question, the Kryptonian didn’t give her time to think before sliding his cock inside her.

She was gasping for air with how his thick cock was mercilessly spearing in and out of her pussy, her nails raking down his forearms as he was holding onto her waist tightly, “So fucking tight and small, little one,” He grunted upon feeling how narrow her walls were closing in around his cock; he leaned down once more to kiss her lips and groan, “Such a precious little thing you are hm?”

Upon feeling his mushroom-like tip of his cock repeatedly prod her sweet spot, she was wrapping her legs around his waist; Clark chuckled at her feeble attempt to draw him in closer, “You’re gonna have to do more than that, little one,” His hand ghosted over her neck as he watched her eyes widen upon feeling him press down on the sides of her throat, “Your weak little body doesn’t even have the strength to pull me in hm?”

Seeing as his hand clamped down tightly on her neck — serving as his anchor to drill harder into her pussy — she nodded her head as she whined, “Only this big, thick cock can satisfy you hm?”

Smirking at her desperate expression, Clark took the time to observe the way his entire hand enveloped her tight throat — the way every nervous gulp can be felt in his palm — casting a glance down, his cock throbbed at the sight of her tight lips gripping him.

Reaching for his other hand, she shoved his fingers into her mouth and smiled widely, “Are you close, little one?”  She nodded her head vigorously, not expecting that he would pull his fingers out of her mouth to lightly slap her cheek, “If you want to cum, you’re gonna look down, can you do that for me?”

Almost immediately did she follow his instructions, bashful at the sight of her cunt welcoming his cock without difficulty, “There you go, little one, look at how this tight pussy is devouring my cock.”

“Too much, Clark,” She whined, the feeling of his cock rutting in and out of her as if she was a fleshlight was overwhelming but upon seeing the action happen in real time caused her to grow shy and further emphasize how small she already felt.

Too mock her displeasure, his thumb then rubbed her clit in fast and circular motions while his other hand guided her head so she had no choice but to look at how he was fucking her, “Did I ask if it was too much for you? I told you to look at how good my huge cock is fucking you and you’re gonna do what you’re fucking told to or else,” He halted his movements — causing her to whine and attempt to move her hips towards his cock, the sensations her movements caused paling in comparison to what he was doing — and was pleased to see how she was dissatisfied, “You won’t get to cum and you’ll feel frustrated.”

“I swear to look! Wanna cum so bad Clark, please let me cum on your cock,” To solidify her plea, she then kept her wide eyes trained on his cock impaling her. Pleased with her compliance, Clark then used up all of his strength and power to drill into her with all of his might.

“Do you want to cum on my thick cock, little one?” He demanded as he returned his thumb to rub on her clit ferociously; she nodded her head as she panted heavily, “Yes, yes, yes! Please let me cum, Clark!”

It was a revelation to both of them that Y/N squirted at the intense pleasure being given to her. Clark groaned as that served as his tipping point, releasing deep in her rope after rope of his cum. He slowed down his thrusts upon noticing how breathless she was being; his lips peppering her skin in kisses in hopes of calming her down.

“Clark? How are you still hard?” She asked once she regained composure; and the Kryptonian had to bite back a laugh at how genuine and innocent-like her question was. His hands gently caressed her skin before rolling over so she was now on top of him as he comfortably laid down on his back.

“Let’s just say that that’s one of my superpowers,” Was all the explanation he gave her, to which she chuckled at. They were now starting to leave the post-pleasure haze they were in, causing her to return to her shy self as she swatted his wide chest gently, “No need to get cocky now, Mr. Kent.”

He reached for her hand and licked the fingertips gently before winking at her, “Now, how about we go see whether or not my cock can fit in that cute little mouth of yours hm?”

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kinktober day 7 — degradation

kink — degradation pairing —mechanic!helmut zemo x fem!reader   warnings — MINORS DNI, degradation (like a whole lot), zemo is kinda mean and downright filthy in this one, dirty talk, blowjob, unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex? (they’re in a car garage) word count —1,304 words   a/n — this idea was originally @darkbucky​‘s idea and she was sweet enough to let me write it so go thank her for blessing us with this deliciously naughty idea!! this is my first time doing degradation so i hope i gave justice to it  taglist —

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“But vati,” She whined out, stomping her foot into the concrete floor that had stains of motor oil on them, “You promised we would spend some time together to watch a movie!” To some her argument would have sounded childish and immature, but in her mind her reasoning was valid. In the past few months she rarely got to spend a full day with the love of her life, with him always tinkering with some part of a car in his garage.

“I know I said that, liebling,” Zemo exhaled as he slid the creeper seat so his view shifted from the filthy undercarriage to the adorable view of his girlfriend pouting at him, “But vati has a strict deadline he has to meet.”

Kneeling down so they were within each other’s eye level, she clicked her tongue as she grabbed the towel that was in her purse to wipe off the sweat that was building up around his forehead, “Sometimes I think you love cars more than me, vati.” Her pout turned into a shy grin when Zemo leaned forward to press a sweet, chaste kiss on her lips. “I do love you more than anything, schatz. I just want to be able to provide for what you need and want; and how will I be able to do that if I don’t work hard hm?”

Despite understanding his point, she still was left displeased; upon hearing no comeback from her, Zemo pressed one last kiss to her lips before laying his back down against the creeper seat then sliding right back to work on the undercarriage once again.

Taking already two steps towards the exit, Y/N looked back and considered whining and begged for attention from Zemo once again; but her plans changed when she noticed the dick print becoming prominent on her boyfriend’s denim jeans. Smirking to herself, she knelt down and was grateful she chose to wear some tight-fitting pair of leggings instead of a skirt.

As quietly as possible, she unzipped his pants and unfurled the button of his jeans; “Hey, what are you doing, liebe?” Despite his startled statement, Zemo remained underneath the car as he tried his best to get a good look at the situation. Ignoring his question she decided to fish out his cock from his briefs and stroke the semi-hard cock slowly, her thumb rubbing the tip of his cock while she twisted her palm a little once she was giving attention to the upper half of his cock.

“I want to spend time with you, vati,” She purred seductively, “Is that so bad?” The thumb that was rubbing his tip stopped, causing him to rut his hips. Smirking, she licked the tip of his cock while her hand slid down to massage his balls.

“Fuck, schatz,” Zemo moaned out, dropping the tools he had in his hands, throwing his head back in pleasure upon feeling her cheeks hollow as she took more of his cock in her mouth. She gagged lightly once only a quarter of him was not inserted in her mouth; irritated with that, Zemo forced her to take all of him in her tight throat, “If you’re gonna pretend to be like a hure, then you might as well be treated like one, no?”

Her hands were frantically patting at his thighs as she felt her limits be met when the tip of his cock was prodding the back of her neck, “What? Did you bite off more than you can chew, kleiner? Can’t handle the cock you wanted so badly in shoving down your throat? But isn’t that your sole purpose as my personal hure?”

With a firm hand pulling her mouth off of his cock, he smirked at her messy state with drool and precum escaping the corner of her mouth. Sliding the creeper seat so he now had a better view of her after sliding out from under the car.

“Do you want more, little hure?” He taunted as he removed himself from the creeper seat and laid her down on it instead; she whimpered at his display of strength and nodded desperately, “I need you so bad, vati. Please give me your cock.”

“I think you can beg better than that,” He teased, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he prolonged her despair, “Surely a hure like you knows how to ask for the cock you so badly need, hm?”

“I want you so badly please, Helmut,” She moaned, hands clawing at his veiny forearm, “I promise to be a good puppe for you, and will do anything you ask. Just want your cock fucking me hard. Want to feel it deep inside me.”

“See how easily you can be a slut for me? That is one of your special skills, you know?” The tone of his voice was deep and sultry, causing her arousal to increase as her lust-filled brain ignored how his statements were degrading. With one hand on her hip he guided his cock all the way inside her, the tip immediately brushing against her sweet spot — causing her to mewl out in pleasure.

“One stroke in and you’re already crying out for me?” He taunted upon seeing the word please repeatedly fall from her lips as she nodded; his hands fell from her hips and down to the creeper seat as he moved it, sliding his cock in and out of her at a rapid pace.

“Is that what my desperate little slut needs? Does she need my cock in her tight, filthy hole all the damn time?” He smirked at her, her head shaking as she tried to fight back, “My hole’s not filthy!”

“And yet no retort to being fucking desperate for my cock,” He grunted when he felt his cock reaching even deeper in her, his hands slidingthe seat faster underneath him, causing her to whimper loudly and more of her juices to coat his thick, searing meat. “You’re just a dumb little baby, always gonna beg and moan for my cock and cum.”

“That’s all you are and all you’ll ever be – a desperate little hure for me,” Her hands held onto his shoulders as the way he speared into her hole was becoming too much, causing her insides to become extremely sensitive with his onslaught, “Look at you, already speechless and sensitive; acting like you didn’t know this was what you had coming when you sucked me off like some cheap tramp.”

Feeling his cock throb, he came deep inside her as he continued to drill into her pussy while still spitting out vile words, “And you know what it is little hures like you deserve? You deserve to be disposed of with loads of cum,” The final words he spoke were matched with cruel thrusts as he made sure to unload all of his cum deep inside her pussy.

Once he was finished, he slid all the way inside her and observed how she was panting deeply and pouting, “I didn’t get to cum, vati. I was so close!”

Smirking as he leaned down to roughly kiss her lips, pulling the bottom lip away once he decided that he had already teased her enough with the kiss he then looked down on her darkly, “Have I not made your purpose clear, little slut? All you’re good for is a tight hole for me to fuck and for me to unload my cum on. I didn’t say you deserve to cum.”

She just whimpered and clawed at his arms wordlessly — begging for him to rethink his affirmation and let her cum. Ignoring her please, he then removed his cock in her pussy as and gently poked at her ass, “And I don’t want you to think I’m going to leave this hole untouched.”

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kinktober day 6 — authority kink

kink — authority kink   pairing —kinda dark!sam wilson x fem!reader warnings — MINORS DNI, authority kink, dirty talk, dubcon but becomes consensual, sam is kinda dark in this?? bit of degradation unprotected penetrative sex word count —754 words  a/n — was feeling uninspired with this one bc i didnt want to go full on smut since i didnt feel like that was the best way to establish authority for some weird reason????  taglist —

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“So Captain America huh?” Her voice snapped him out of his focused staring back at the image of him wearing the American flag color themed uniform he was now donning. Turning around, a proud grin was on Sam’s face, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing that.”

Sitting down on the wooden chair that was placed next to the full length mirror and eyed Sam up as her lips had a smirk of her own, “How about make it your own then?” Removing the goggles that were tighter than his previous ones, he tilted his head in confusion after placing the technology down the nearby table, “What do you mean by that?”

“Like instead of Captain America, why don’t you change it into Captain Falcon, or something?” She suggested as she shrugged her shoulders; Sam paused as he took in her suggestion, “I like the sound of it to be honest; but if I were to make it my own I’d rather stick with Captain America.”

Pursing her lips, “It’s your choice, Cap,” Before leaning forward and placing her elbows by her knees, “So what’s your first goal as the beloved hero then?”

“You make it sound like I’m some first time politician,” Sam playfully joked as he removed the helmet and threw it beside the goggles, “But honestly? I don’t know. I just want to help others and bring positive change.”

“Whatever you say, Cap,” She sing-songed as she stood up, leaning by the table as she grabbed the helmet and tried it on, “Wonder how this would look on me.”

As she was toying around with his helmet, Sam was struggling with how to conceal his growing erection. It wasn’t even completely his fault, there was something about the way she called him Cap made something stir inside him.

“I don’t think you’ve asked permission to use that, beautiful,” It was clear with his tone that he was not in the mood for playful banter; no, his tone was serious and that was made evident by the way his voice lowered by nearly a baritone.

“Cut it out, Sam,” She chuckled nervously as she playfully hit his arm; but he gripped onto her hand in his rough one tightly, “That’s not what you were calling me earlier, little one.”

Catching Sam’s drift of where he was going, “I don’t know, Sam. Do you really deserve the title of being captain?” At the sound of being downplayed, Sam then roughly let go of her hand and bent her over across the table where he had earlier put down the parts of his new uniform. His fingers made quick work of pulling down her legging that clung nicely onto her legs and ass; pleased to see that she was wearing a flimsy thong.

Snapping the thong that was nestled in between her cheeks caused her to flinch, and look back at him with her biting onto her bottom lip, “That hurts, Sam!” Her exclaimed cry  just caused his erection to become even more prominent and he smirked simply and slapped her ass, “You know how to address me, little one.”

“Captain!” She shrieked out once he slapped the cheek that was left untouched, smirking when he heard the title falling off her lips deliciously.

“I think we need to ensure that you respect your authority,” He grunted before landing a harsh slap on each of her cheek, “You need a lesson, and I’m here to provide it for you.” Her ass clenched, as if to lessen the pain his smack brought about to her skin.

Bringing his heavy hand down to smack her supple cheek, “Who am I again, little one?”

“Captain!” She shrieked out loud as her hands clenched into a fist so tightly that her nails were starting to hurt the skin on her palms, “You’re the captain!”

“And don’t you dare forget it!” He threatened her before spreading her legs wide open and moving the cotton material to the side and teased the tip of his cock in her wet hole, “Who is it that’s about to fuck you until you’re crying and beggin for me to stop?”

“It’s you, Captain,” She moaned out upon feeling his thick tip enter her in one swift thrust, her hands clawing at his forearms as he reached for her hands as a way to thrust into her mercilessly. And with a proud grin, he slid inside of her all the way before huffing his chest with pride, “Damn right it’s your captain.”

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kinktober day 5 — breeding kink

kink — breeding kink   pairing —helmut zemo x fem!reader   warnings — MINORS DNI, breeding kink, dirty talk, a bit of powerplay/dynamics?? mentions of pee (not water sports) angst?? fluff?? a/n — this isnt canon with the mcu. in this universe zemo doesnt bomb the un and take his revenge so yeah word count — 1,884 words

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Following the burial of his family, Zemo sat quietly in his office — in a few days he would be meeting with the fellow world leaders about the events that transpired in Sokovia and the reparations he deemed necessary. Truthfully, the moment the baron found out about the ill fate his family met he almost forgot that he had other obligations to his people and was already formulating a plan on how to get back to the Avengers for taking away everything he dearly loved and cared for.

“I prepared some cherry blossom tea for you this afternoon, Baron,” Her voice snapped him out of his trance, shifting his gaze from the window to her approaching figure that was carrying a tray of tea with some biscuits, “There are some biscuits and cookies in here.” She gently placed the said items on the table and put her hands in the pockets of her skirt, “Is there something else you needed?”

Anticipating his every need and want was what she was hired to do — and to say she went above and beyond in doing so is an understatement. Just as he was about to tread towards a treacherous path, she steered him away from the flamed path and showed him where the greener pasture was.

Just as he was in the beginning phase of his plan of revenge, she knocked on the door that evening and was displeased to see his hair all ruffled up due to how hard he was thinking. “If I may, Baron, I know that you are hurting and that grief can push us to do unimaginable things, but I assure you that Heike, Carl, and your father would not approve of what you are planning to do.”

Enraged, he lunged towards her and pinned her against the wall, “Are you not just some maid I pay for to follow everything I order you to do? Where is it in your job description that you get to tell me what to do?” If it was any other person, they would cower away upon seeing how dark his eyes were and how the vein in his neck was about to pop due to the fury built up inside of him. But Y/N knew that he would never do anything to hurt him, he wasn’t the kind of boss to do so.

“Yes, that is what a maid usually does,” She calmly agreed, lowering his hands that were on her shoulders and lovingly rubbing the back of his palms as she spoke, “But as a maid, it is also my duty to ensure that your overall well-being is being taken care of.”

His hold and stare at her softened as he swallowed, unsure of how he was to reply with a statement that had so much care in it, “Losing your family surely feels like the end of the world, right?” He nodded as he looked down at where their hands were still intertwined, finding solace in her touch and in her comforting words, “But don’t forget that you have a bigger one, the Sokovian survivors. They are looking for someone to look up to, to guide them out of these dark times they are in,” The baron had to bite back a whimper when on of her hands detangled from his, but was relieved to feel her warmth spread through his chin as he lifted his head up and looked at her as if she was giving him strength, “They’re waiting for you to lead the way, Baron. Lead your family.”

There was something about her words and the way she said them that stirred inside him as his hands were cupping her cheeks, “Lead my family? Guide them? Is that what you want me to do instead?”

She nodded wordlessly, and Zemo had an evil smirk on his face, “What kind of baron would I be if I didn’t have any heirs? Heirs that would continue my mission of taking care of the Sokovians,” She shrugged her shoulders, it’s not like she fully agreed with his train of thought, she was just glad she was able to remove the idea of destroying the Avengers in his mind. His hand was now falling down from her cheeks to her arms as he leaned over until his mouth was pressing a light kiss on her ear, “And I cannot have heirs if I don’t have a baroness beside me.”

“I’m sure Catherine of Scotland, the one you met a few years ago, will remain eager than ever to accept your proposal of marriage.”

Smirking as his hands now ripped the dress uniform she wore into two, “I’m talking about you, my little baroness,” He made quick work of pinching her nipples; her whimper fueling his desire for her even more, “I’m gonna breed you and you will carry my child,” He pushed her by her shoulders again, planting her against the wall as he made quick work of ripping her underwear, widening her stance as he kicked her feet gently and made quick work of freeing his now erect cock from his slacks, “Would you do all those for me, my baroness?”

Choosing to show her compliance with his plan, she planted her lips against his, kissing him as if her life depended on it. Pleased with her non-verbal response, he then shoved his cock deep in her; upon thrusting in his cock, he was immediately met with her walls clamping down on him tightly, juices starting to flow.

“Fuck, schatz,” He breathed out against her lips as he gradually sped up his pace until the tip of his cock repeatedly poked into her sweet spot, “You were made for me hm? Made to my baroness, to take my seed?”

“Will do anything for you, baron,” She moaned out, her nails clawing against the material of his shirt, her lips panting against his ear as she moaned out so beautifully, “Want to have your seed deep inside me, baron.”

It had been such a long time since she had slept with someone — let alone made herself cum  that her orgasm erupted out of nowhere; her walls clamped down on Zemo’s thick cock that it made it laborious for the Sokovian royalty to ram his cock in and out of her as she dampened his cock with her juices.

“Oh my baroness, did you think you could cum without asking permission first?” Somehow, she managed to will her eyes to focus on his face, her fingers traced over his jaw as she absentmindedly surrendered her body for his use and pleasure.

“But I will let it slide for now,” He was whipped, there was no other way to describe it; the moisture her juices provided made it easier for him to slam in and out of her faster and harder. The softness of her fingertips felt amazing against the skin of his neck as she rubbed the skin, while she kissed his cheeks over and over. “Are you trying to get me to come too? Are you that eager to have my seed in you?”

“Want your seed planted deep in me, baron,” She confessed as she panted shallowly upon feeling his relentless thrusts into her; having edged himself long enough, he decided that their next sexual adventure would last longer than how they were going right now, “Fuck, my baroness, take all of me. Take all of my cum,” Was all the warning Zemo could offer as he came deep in her. Her cervix had been opened earlier as she came, his seed swimming deep inside her that when he pulled out of her slowly, not a single ounce escaped her tight hole.

Stroking her cheek gently as he sat her in his lap, he looked at her with a softer gaze now, “Will you be my baroness? I promise to care for you and love you.”

“I’m not just some rebound? Or a surrogate for your heir?”

It was evident in her voice that she was still uneasy and somewhat insecure with the setup — considering how Zemo had just lost his family and could just be feeling grief and want to replace the family that he just lost.

Smiling at her with utmost love and affection he can muster and shake his head, “You are not just a surrogate or a rebound. Truth be told, I’ve always looked at you with affection. You always go above and beyond with your duties and the way you took care of Carl made me fall for you even more. I want you, all of you.”

Flustered at his statement, she nodded and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips then pulled away briefly. “I love the sound of that, my baron.”

A warm hand of his rested on her stomach, “I cannot wait until

*

“How many times must I tell you that there is no need for you to address me as baron?” Zemo smirked at her as he patted his lap; she took it as her cue to plant herself on his comfortable lap, kissing his cheek as her lips had a smirk of her own.

“I like the look you give me when I call you that though,” She countered softly as she fed him one of those butter cookies. As he nibbled on the biscuit, there were some bread crumbs that escaped his lips, “After all these months I still have to look after you hm?”

“You may not be officially my maid, you still have to care for me I’m afraid,” He snickered when she handed him a cloth to wipe. Upon wiping his chin off of the dirt, he noticed that it was bulky and frowned in confusion, “What is this?”

Upon opening the folded napkin, the baron was met with a positive pregnancy stick; he looked at Y/N with watery eyes, “I am very much hoping that this is yours?”

Nodding her head with a soft smile she confirmed his suspicion, “That is mine, and don’t worry I cleaned the pee off of it.” Her joke caused him to erupt in laughter as he pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, “Not once did that cross my mind, my baroness.” He reassured her once they ended their kiss.

“I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, I was hoping that you would accompany me?”

“I’ll have my schedule cleared tomorrow, don’t worry,” He rubbed her stomach lovingly, as if there was already a forming bump in there, “You know our baby’s arrival to the world will line up perfectly with the anniversary of Sokovia’s Rebirth.”

She tilted her head as she thought about it before nodding her head with an eager smile, “It will, wouldn't it?”

“In a way, it is our quest for a child that prompted Sokovia’s rebirth and our relationship, no?” She nodded and pressed another sweet kiss to his lips. A wicked grin now was on his lips as the hand on her stomach lowered down until he was now rubbing the glowing skin of her thighs, “Why don’t we practice for the next time we’ll have another baby huh?”

Biting her lip in arousal, she shyly nodded as her hands rubbed his cheeks with desire, “I like the sound of that, baron.”

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kinktober day 4 — innocence kink

kink — innocence kink     pairing —dark!niki lauda x fem!reader   warnings — DARK FIC WITH SMUT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE,  smut, dark!niki lauda, blowjob, degradation, forced blowjob?? degradation, innocence kink, that’s all i think?? word count — 1,446 words

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“Oy! What are you doing here?”

She froze as she carried the car designs and alterations her father asked her to bring over, seeing as he rushed over to his doctor’s appointment, the important blueprints escaping his mind and hold. And like the obedient daughter that she was, she complied with her father’s orders.

Turning around, she was faced with the infamous Austrian driver who was currently bringing victory and pride over at Ferrari. Though with the way her father talked about his brass and blunt attitude made celebrating Niki Lauda a bit more unexcitable.

Her bottom lip shivered in surprise and hesitant with how to explain that she was not a thief or something along those lines. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Niki walked towards her and grabbed one of the rolled up blueprints in her arms, his eyes bulging in surprise upon seeing she had one of the draft blueprints for the new adjustments in his car; his eyes snapped back to her with venom as the worst possible scenario came into his mind, “Are you trying to steal our plans to give it to that bastard Hunt?”

Tears immediately threatened to spill from her eyes as she shook her head vigorously, the several other blueprints on the floor as she frantically waved her hands around to convince him that wasn’t the case, “No! I won’t be giving them to Hunt! I don’t even know him,” A bright idea came into mind as she fished for her wallet, nervously sliding her driver’s license off from the sleeve and handing it to the decorated driver, “I’m the daughter of F/N. He’s at the doctor’s right now and was supposed to head right into work afterwards, but he realized he forgot the blueprints at home  so he asked me to bring them here.”

Taking the identification card from her, he looked at the full name  and picture first before taking her in, his gaze softening, “Well why didn’t you say so early on?” She shrugged her shoulders as she bent down to pick up the fallen blueprints; Niki’s eyes drifted further into her id as he looked at the other information presented there, “So you just turned nineteen?”

Standing back up once she has gotten all of the blueprints and nodded at the racer, “Yeah, this past weekend.” With that information in mind, he took a good look at her and bit his lip, “How about a tour of the garage then? My birthday gift to you.”

Her eyes gleamed up at the sound of that, nodding her head excitedly. Niki took some of the blueprints from her hands, this gave her the opportunity to wipe her eyes off the few tears that were let out. Hastily placing the important documents on the table, Niki’s calloused hand rested on her lower back as he guided her throughout the garage.

Showing her the current car they were working on, the different tools and equipment they use in order to work on the vehicle, as well as the little nook they transformed into their eating area — but on the long nights that were hard on the whole team, it also became their drinking spot.

“And this is my private office,” Niki opened the door for her but ushered for her to get in first so he had the chance to display the little “Do Not Disturb” sign he had against the wooden door that he often used for when he had important meetings with the brass.

“What would you need an office for if all you do is drive?”

So innocent, he thought as he smirked and rubbed his thumb on her cheek lovingly, “Well, my swan, when I need to meet with important people, I need a private room for that, don’t you think?”

Feeling suddenly ashamed of her earlier question, she just turned away and took in the minimal appliance and furniture he had in the office. “Do you have an important meeting you need to go to, Mr. Lauda?”

“You can call me Niki, my swan,” His one hand grabbed onto her smaller hand and presses a kiss  on the back of her palm as he sat down on his leather chair, smirking at her once again as the lower height he was in gave him the perfect view of how beautiful her legs are, “And you know what? I do have an important phone call in a couple of minutes.” He raised the little post it note that contained the information about the said phone call.

Nervously glancing at the door, she then asked, “Do you want to leave me for the time being, Niki?” Her sweet-tempered eyes widened in shock when he shook his head no, his dirty blonde curls moving along — making him look even more handsome than he already is.

“How about you keep me company, little swan?”

Nodding eagerly at that, she then headed towards the couch but was pulled back by her hand, “But you’d have to kneel on the floor in front of me.” She nodded as she followed his instructions without hesitation.

While doing so Niki unbuckled his jeans and fished for his cock out from his underwear; once his cock was out, Y/N was on her knees as she was levelled directly with his cock, “To help me out with this meeting, I’m gonna need you to suck on my cock like a lollipop, okay?”

And like the obedient swan that she was, she leaned forward and sucked slowly on the tip of his cock as she slowly placed her hands on his thighs to hold on to as she slowly moved her head lower, taking him deeper.

“Such a natural at sucking cock aren’t you?” He teased as he brushed her cheek that was bulging due to how thick he was, “My innocent swan, following the big bad wolf and obeying my orders.” His remark sounded like music to her ears, hearing it as praise and not as a degrading observation.

Niki lifted the phone, pressing it against his ear, “Fuck, you took it halfway with no difficulty, little swan,” He breathily let out. Lucky that after saying those words, the investor on the other end of the phone call began their monologue which consisted mainly of information about the budget and other important details.

Every now and then however, Niki would have to remove the phone and cover the speaker with one hand as he threw his head back, pushing her take all of him as he places his free hand at the back of her head, “Fuck, little swan! You and your pure mouth have me so close.”

Curious eyes look up at him, wondering what that meant. “Niki? Are you still there?” Niki then returns his attention back to the call — as best as he can, anyways — while he smiles down at her, taking it as a hint that she was doing well and the words he said were compliments.

Niki talked on the phone as if he wasn’t getting his dick sucked beautifully by his swan; with shallow pants, he brought her head all the way until her nose was pressed against the skin that was slightly exposed when he moved his underwear down, “Take all of me in your sweet, innocuous mouth,” He ordered sternly, as he promptly ended the phone call and haphazardly slammed the phone as he continued to thrust his hips against her awaiting mouth.

Her hands were now lightly tapping his thighs, telling him that his throbbing cock matched with his thrusts were now too much for her. “Take all of me, my little swan,” He demanded her as he shoved his cock in her, feeling his cock twitch, “Be a good swan and drink up all my cum alright, baby?”

Despite the tears that were partially clouding her vision, she nodded and her eyes widened upon feeling his warm cum spill in her mouth. Being known to not do a sloppy job, Niki kept his cock in her mouth until he was sure that his cum would remain on her mouth, “Don’t let a single drop come out of your mouth okay, swan?”

She nods, opening her mouth to show that she took all of him — pleasing the driver when she did so with a smile. His thumb rubbed the outline of lips, “Now swallow it all down, little swan.”

The cum felt salty, yet with just the right amount of sweet, went down her throat and she smiled at him once again, “Did I do well, Niki?”

Smirking darkly as he leaned forward, he tilted her chin as promised her, “Oh my swan, you did so well that I’ve decided I’m going to completely ruin you and your innocence.”

[quietmyfearswith]

trip of my life ; kinktober day 3 ; mob!august walker x fem!reader

status — completed one shot

word count —  4,878 words

kink - car sex

warnings — DARK FIC WITH SMUT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, sugardaddy, smut, unprotected penetrative sex, mean!daddy!august, stalker!august, hacking into someone’s cctv and watching the live feed, mentions of beating someone up, car sex, possessive!august, mentions of illegal activities (like drug/weapons trafficking), that’s all i think??

pairing — sugardaddy!ceo!soft!dark!andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT

tagging — @la-cey​ @melancholyy-hill​ @pedropcl​ @beck07990​ @simpingbutch​ @doozywoozy​ @kebabgirl67​ @sohosteve @pettyjayy​

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“Solomon, go down to the bar on 6th Avenue — I’m gonna go check if Robert finally came around to accept my offer,” August barked out to his long-time driver who nodded and began to change his route.

One of the many reasons as to why August wanted the Golden Gopher was for it’s perfect location — just a few minutes from the major freeways and the neighbourhood near it was his target consumers. The spacious basement it contained was just the area he was looking for to host some of the underground activities he would be hosting.

“We’re here, boss.” At Solomon’s declaration, he nodded while he buttoned the suit he was wearing and made his way out of the car. Upon stepping foot by the entryway of the rustic-themed bar, the man dubbed the Hammer could smell the overwhelming scent of cigarettes mixed with liquor. Approaching the bouncer, he eyed him down before huskily telling him, “Show me your idiot of an owner.”

The wrestler-like bouncer rose both eyebrows at him before turning around and relaying the message that August Walker was here through his two-way radio; after getting a message from the higher ups, he turned to face the well-known mob boss, “Hunt’s in his office,” Luther crossed his arms as he watched the man enter the bar.

As he trudged his way up the stairs, confidence was obvious with the way he had his back straight and a smug smirk; three raps into the glass portion of the door and the ambitious owner of the bar huskily welcomed August, “For someone who’s so powerful, you sure are hellbent on getting this bar.”

Wordlessly, August entered the office and sat down on the cheap leather couch Hunt had, “And for someone who claims to be a businessman, you sure are not thinking straight, Hunt.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not interested in selling this place? I worked my ass off to get this up and running?”

“And with the money I’m willing to give you, you can open five more,” August reminded him. Money was never an issue to him; since he was born into an affluent family, he never had to get his hands dirty — not counting blood as dirt — in order to earn money. But that didn’t mean he was one of those trust fund pricks who would spend money on things without thinking of how to maintain their wealth, status, and title for the long term.

“Why are you even so hellbent on this establishment anyway? Don’t you have a plethora of options?”

“Easy access to this site since your less than ten minutes away from three major highways, you have plenty of storage area — and I’m not just talking about your basement —, I surveyed my customers and majority of them has stated that the location is just right, while I personally like the whole,” August twirled a finger in a circular motion to refer to the way the interior and exterior of the bar has been styled, “Exposed brick decor you’ve got going around.”

“I don’t know, August,” Hunt crosses his arms and slumps into his leather chair, “I just can’t seem to let this bar go.” His eyes showed how much the establishment meant to him and August pointed it out, “Seems like you have a soft spot for this huh. I wonder if you can push aside sentimental value for an additional $100,000 to my original offer.”

“You’d pay $500,000 for this bar? How rich are you, really?” Hunt exclaimed in shock, August simply shrugs his shoulders as he decided to not answer both his questions; instead he opted to part him with a simple, “Just let me know when you decided to accept it; but don’t take too long or else my offer will go down.”

Despite having not been granted the sweet yes he was yearning for, August walked out of the office feeling confident that Hunt will sooner or later come around and agree with his terms — for who could ever turn down that much money to start another business venture?

Before heading back to his car, August decided to visit the bar’s main lounge and silently draw up plans for what the future layout would be once he acquired the place. The chairs and booths would have to go since they were all worn out — granted the aesthetic of the premise is rustic and homey.

Heading for the bar, he frowned upon seeing how crowded the bar area was — he suddenly had a thirst for a drink but was not really in the mood for waiting in lines.

“Oy! I’ve been waiting for at least five minutes now and you haven’t given me my order yet!” A man snapped his fingers as he tried to capture the female bartender’s attention.

“I’m making yours already,” She said as she lifted the cocktail mixer and hastily poured it on the glass. “Too bad a pretty face can’t help a dumb girl like her make all the drinks huh?” He snickers towards the other patrons who were waiting by the bar for their drinks.

“Here you go, sir; I’m sorry for the wait,” She meekly handed to the man, head low since her confidence slightly deflated after hearing the insult he spewed out while the other guests agreed with him.

“Fucking finally,” The man grabebd the try of drinks and rolled his eyes. August watched the whole thing unfold and his blood was boiling. He cast one last glance on the pretty woman before chasing over the rude man.

“Ow what the hell, man?” August gripped his shoulders tightly, making the rude man spill the drinks all over the tray and his shirt, as he dragged him off to the back entrance of the bar, “You owe me a lot of drinks, pal!”

“Let’s see if you can still drink after what I’ll do to you,” August roughly shoved his back against the brick wall, “What you said and did earlier is no way to treat a lady.” The man simply shrugs his shoulder, “A lady does what a man tells her to do, and does it quickly.”

August saw red and immediately connected his fist to the man’s face, instantly knocking him out as his head also hit the wall on the recoil. Letting go of his surprisingly frail body and letting it slump down on the ground.

Reaching down for his phone, he called for Solomon, “I need you here at the back entrance. There’s something I need you to clean up for me. Do it quickly and then we’re off to my penthouse.”

After ending the call, August returned to the bar and shot a picture of the bartender; once he got a decent portrait of her taken he swiftly exited the building and entered his car where Solomon is wiping off his knuckles as he waited for his boss, “All ready, sir?”

“Let’s go now, Solomon,” He then looks back on the picture he took of the bartender and smiles wickedly, “Time to get to know you better, honey.”

*

“Fucking finally,” Y/N moaned out after her shift ended. Hunt helped her stack up the chairs on the table so as to not cause the mopped floors to create a muddy mess, “I’ll have your salary sent directly into your bank account.”

“Thanks Ethan,” She quickly put on her backpack and raised her secondhand textbooks and sarcastically bid goodbye, “Now I have a long-awaited date with my books.”

Luckily, she didn’t have any class today but the day after, Wednesday, she had three midterm exams along with having to finalize two essays that were already long overdue since she had to beg for an extension since she had just been attending shift after shift at the bar. “Come on now, don’t act up now,” She muttered repeatedly as she twisted the key in the ignition, the stuttering sound remaining as her least favorite sound — yet something she frequently heard, unfortunately —, “Oh thank God, yes,” She cheered happily when it started without any hassle.

As she was driving her car down to her ratty apartment, she was already making a list of the expenses she would have to fit in her salary; it’s not like Hunt didn’t pay her well, he did, but there were a lot of payments she had to fill out — like car insurance, future car payments, rent, groceries, tuition, textbooks, groceries, and a whole lot more.

Once she entered her apartment, her back slid down against the wooden door with a long, exasperated exhale. “Just a few more months before graduation,” She silently cheered herself on as she slumped down on her fusty couch and immediately fished her phone out of her pink backpack and checked her bank account through the app.

“What?” Her earlier droopy eyes were now wide eyes as she stared at the amount of money that was in her savings account, “How on Earth do I have half a million dollars in my account?”

Her fingers tapped on the history of her card’s transactions; she was so damn used with the  color red which indicates she has spent money that seeing the color green — let alone one that indicated she obtained an insane amount of money was terrifying just as much as it was satisfying.

There was a note left by the person, who seemingly had authority to approve the money to go into her account, which read, “Hello, precious. It seems as if you have been struggling for quite a while, no? Luckily for you, your guardian angel has finally arrived. To some I may be a heartless demon, but for you I will be the most virtuous man alive. See you soon, precious.”

As ominous as the message was, it radiated a certain sense of comfort to her. Deciding not to question it, she decided to instead not touch the money and instead only spend the $2500 Hunt had paid her with.

*

“Seems like my precious resisted the gift I gave her,” August voiced out his observation as he was looking on his phone, monitoring her bank transactions in which she limited herself to spending only what Hunt had paid her.

“Boss, the snitch is in the basement waiting for you,” Solomon reminded him of his remaining appointment for the day; sliding his phone on the back pocket of his dress pants, he then made a mental note to tend to her next need.

“And the equipment I asked for is ready?”

“They have been sharpened and polished, sir,” Solomon then opened the door leading to the dimly lit room where the person who was caught embezzling was currently tied up and waiting the cruel punishment August will hand them. And with a wicked smile, August happily went down the flight of stairs as he craved a release to the stress he has been carrying for a long time.

*

“Seems like you have a guardian angel then,” Hunt replied after downing in one gulp the drink his best bartender had prepared.  Scoffing, Y/N threw her face towel over shoulder as she placed her hands on her hips, “As generous as this guardian angel seems, Lucifer was good too before he was bad.”

Sliding the empty glass to her, Hunt stood up from the elevated stool, “Well if this Lucifer of yours disturbs you, just let me or Luther know and we’ll handle them for you.”

“Aw, is this because I was employee of the month last and this month?”

Shaking his head just before he heads back into his office, Hunt playfully smirks at her, “God no, if it weren’t for you our customers wouldn’t be coming in.”

Once her boss left her presence, Y/N didn’t have time to ponder more on who her Lucifer was as she was swamped with customers who were ordering their liquor as if their life depended on it.

“Oh you poor thing,” August hummed lowly as he watched the camera footage of the bar, watching how she was running around as she strived to give everyone their orders; he rolled his eyes when his gaze shifted from his computer screen to the mountain of paperwork that was awaiting his signal, “Looks like I need to save you, my precious.”

Ignoring the pile of work that was calling for his attention,  he put on his brown suit jacket and was already hollering orders at Solomon to once again go to the bar on 6th Avenue.

“Are you alright to close up? Julia will kick my ass once again if she wakes up and I’m still not at home,” Hunt asked of her, causing the bartender to look at the clock that was hanging on the brick walls, eyes widening upon seeing that it was getting close to five in the morning.

“I can do it, don’t worry. Tell Julia I said hi,” Hunt nodded at her request and briskly made his way out of the establishment and made his way home. Once every other staff member and the owner of the establishment was gone — leaving her all alone in the main floor of the bar — she then opened her book and was trying her best to absorb the information on the readings she had for her Marketing class while stacking up the chairs and wiping off the tables.

Concentrating deep in the confusing words that were splayed out all over the paper that she didn’t hear August stealthily come inside the bar. The sound of the chair creaking once it was placed back down on the floor that she had mopped a few moments before.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed already; we open once again at five pm,” August had to chuckle lightly at the way she said the rehearsed statement sounding so drained.

“Good thing I’m not here for the drinks then.”

Was it too ambitious to hope that the customer would take the cue for them to leave the bar and just come back once they’re open? Apparently not. With the full intention of telling the persistent customer to piss off when she found herself biting her tongue to prevent herself from doing so once she caught a glimpse of the handsome customer who wouldn't bug off.

One of the many traits that August possessed was ability to read people well — and that came in handy when he saw how taken aback his precious was when she finally graced him by showing her beautiful face. “Taken aback aren’t you, precious?”

Unsure why, Y/N felt uneasy at  first but she swallowed it back down and shook head as she unconvincingly said, “Not at the slightest. But I mean what I said, we’re closed and I’m asking you calmly to please leave our premises.”

August stood up, undoing the sole button that was keeping his jacket from being clasped, “And I meant what I said as well — I’m not here for the drinks or whatever crisps you guys have to offer,” She was about to interject when the powerful man cleared her confusion, “I’m here for you, precious.”

Drawing her eyebrows together in confusion, she placed her stapled papers down on the nearest surface and placed a hand on her hip as she was confused, “What do you mean? Are you here to kill me?”

Chuckling as he shook his head no, August could feel himself getting aroused at the thought of his precious looking at him that way once he came home to her after a long day at work, scolding him about how he came home late to her and now he has to make it up to him by having to eat her out so good.

“That’s the last thing I want to do or to happen to you, precious,” He reveals to her as he walked over to her and towered over her smaller frame, the warmth of his hands spreading over the skin of her hips, searing through the denim of her jeans.

“Then what exactly is it you want? I don’t know about you but I do need to close up,” She lifted the bunch of papers that were still waiting for her attention, “I have midterms this coming week and there are still so many things I have not fully understood.”

“I want you to come home with me, I’ll show you the life you deserve to live. That you are worth more than just half a million dollars,” He mentioned the deposited, untouched money in her back account; and upon hearing that her eyes widened as she concluded, “You gave me the money! Why did you do it though?”

Grabbing the stack of papers from the surface and heading over by the bar where her shabby backpack was, he tilted to the door as a small smirk rested on his face, “If you close up right now I’ll answer all questions you might have.”

Seeing as he had gathered all her belongings, she quickly threw the grimy rag somewhere behind the bar and turned all of the lights off. August held  the front door of the bar open and stood closely behind her as she was locking the front door.

Upon turning around, her front collided with his firm chest, “Oh I’m sorry about that.” As a massive, warm hand pushed her gently towards his limousine, August replied, “I wouldn’t mind it at all if you brushed up against me like that more frequently.”

Once they were both comfortably seated in the car, August’s deep voice ordered Solomon, “Take the long way home, and put the divider up as well.”  Normally, Y/N would have felt nervous at the thought of having to spend some time alone with a stranger, with seemingly no way out; but there was something about the man who was rubbing her knee soothingly that reassured her that nothing bad would come out of her spending time with her generous Lucifer.

“I forgot to ask, what was your name again?” Her neck was craned up to get a better look of his features — she had to bite her lip back from grinning upon realizing how attractive he was. “Name’s August Walker, precious. Who knows? That just might be your last name in the future.”

His confidence took her aback, but she tilted her head in realization, “You’re the one Hunt’s been complaining about a lot recently.” A satisfied chuckle vibrated off his throat, “Well he is one stubborn man who doesn’t recognize a great opportunity unless it hits him in the face.”

“Why do you want to buy the bar anyway? Do you want to own a bar as well?” Already interested in business? Really the perfect one for me. “Let’s just say that the bar is perfect for my business.”

“What business do you have? A limousine rental one?”

Chuckling, he shook his head and moved his hand higher up her until it rested mid-thigh and he looked at her with desire clear on his facial features, “I don’t think you should trouble your pretty head about that, precious. Why don’t we talk about how you didn’t touch the money I gave you?”

She shrugged her shoulders as she found herself unconsciously playing with his hand, “It felt wrong, I didn’t work for the money so I didn’t spend it,” Upon realizing that she was probably invading his personal space, she retracted his grip in hers before pouting at him a bit confused, “Why did you even give me that much money in the first place?”

“Because I want to take care of you,” He bluntly admitted as both of his hands were now placed on her hips, reaching over to lift her up and place her down his lap, “I want to be able to give you everything you need and want.”

Her nervous wiggling around his lap was something the businessman greatly appreciated, his hands digging into her hips deeper and sliding her back further into his chest, “Would you let me do that, my precious?”

“Why me though?” Her voice lacked the earlier sass it had when she was asking him to leave the bar; instead it was replaced with a shaky exhale. His rough fingertips unbuttoned her denim jeans, dragging the zipper down and another smirk found its way on his lips upon seeing the pink, cotton panties that was hiding the one thing August never realized he needed.

“Because you’re perfect for me,” The way his breath hit the back of her ears caused shivers to come down her spine; his fingers made quick work of removing her jeans as well as her panties, sneakily placing the cotton in his pocket before sliding his pointer and middle finger inside her pussy, “You need someone to take care of your every single need,” Shallow pants were all that escaped her lips as his fingers gained speed, “Don’t you think you deserve someone who can tend to every need and want you have?”

A broken moan came out of her lips as she rested her head to his chest, blissed out eyes taking in how she was smirking at her as he he felt the tips of his fingers poke her untouched sweet spot, causing her to cry out, “Fuck me!”

“That desperate for me already?” Removing his fingers from her wet cavern, she trashed around slightly — her way of asking for him to place his fingers back inside her. Instead of tending to her needs, he quickly fisted the material of her shirt and ripped it into two, exposing her braless breasts. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them until they hardened due to his touch, “Would you let me?”

One hand continued to toy with her nipple, the other making quick work of his own pants and frees his cock that was now red and rock hard in arousal for her. The hand that was on her nipple lowered to rest on her hip, raising her slightly so he can slide his cock in her. With just his tip being inside her warm walls, Y/N could feel how thick he was; her hands clutched on his thick thighs as she lifted herself up from his cock.

Displeased with that, August clicks his tongue and ignores her wordless pleas to slow down and instead forces her to take the entirety of his cock by placing his firm hands on her hips, sliding her wet cunt down his cock, “Take all of it, my precious.”

Astonished with how thick his cock was, she failed to understand the double entendre laced with his statement; it didn’t also help that August began to pick up rhythm as he lifted her until only the tip was left before dragging her right back down until his tip met her sweet spot once again. The backs of her thighs were also sure to be sore with how loud they were slapping against his toned thighs.

“Please, August,” He loved the way she brokenly cried out for him, turning around to show him how there were a few tears running down her cheeks, “Please slow down.”

Tired of her appeals to slow down, she forced her to lay down on her stomach, her cheek pressing against the leather seat as his hands moved her to move against his cock by latching his hands onto her hips, until he was sure that his handprints would be evident on her skin.

“So fucking tired of you not taking what I give,” He spits out with venom even though in his mind he meant well; he was grunts upon feeling her tighten around him, causing her to bite down against the leather as she became even more wet. One of his hands trailed down to her clit, rubbing and pinching it as he pistoned in and out of her, the struggle of forcing it deep in her was becoming harder with the way her walls enveloped his cock.

“From now on you take what I give to you,” He declares as he smacks her ass, suddenly feeling possessive and protective over her, “I’ll look after you and give you what you need and want,” Slowing down his thrusts he pulled her up by her shoulders and looked over at her face that was teary eyed and biting on her bottom lip to prevent her from crying out loud, “Let me hear you answer me, precious. Are you gonna let me take care of you?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, August,” She cried out just as he repeatedly touched her sweet spot and felt something stirring up inside her with the way he was looking at her with such desire — too intense that it caused her to be feeble in his grasp and the businessman showed mercy on her by laying her back down on her stomach. “Cum for me, my precious,” August demanded, his hot breath tickling her ear as tripled his effort to rail her with all his might and strength, “If you really do accept, you’re gonna obey my orders and cum for me.”

It could have been the domineering tone in which he commanded her, or the way his cock was impaling her with no mercy, or simply the way the polished leather brushed against her already erect nipples — no, it was the way he laid his claim on her and was proving it by etching every ridge and vein of his cock deep in her pussy that made her spasm and cum around his cock.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” She moaned out as she trashed around slightly, only to be calmed down as he peppered kisses all over the back of her shoulders and neck; his thrusts losed their speed despite retaining the vigor he had — a sign that he too was reaching his climax.

Turning ever so slightly so she could catch a glimpse of his sweaty face and had a dumbfounded smile on her face as she reached for his hands that were on her hips, and rubbed the back of his palms softly as she spoke, “You can cum in me, daddy.”

And just to prove how she had him wrapped around her dainty finger, August thrust deep into her pussy one last time, bumping against her cervix before spilling his load deep in her, “Fuck, my precious, take all of my cum.”

Nodding against the leather as she blinked her eyes continuously, as if to remind her brain to exit the pleasure-filled haze she was currently in, and took in how handsome he looked as he was panting slowly while he carefully pulled his cock out of her pussy, admiring the way she was clenching her walls to keep the mixture of their juices in her pussy.

After stuffing his half-hard cock back in his pants, August then worked to clean his precious up and dress her in what remains of the clothes he had ripped off. Deciding that her shirt was of no use, he draped his suit jacket around her frame before sitting her on his lap.

“Do you understand your place now, my precious?”

Nodding firmly as she hummed upon feeling his warm hand cup her cheek, she leaned her down on his shoulder as a pleased chuckle vibrated through August’s chest.

They began pulling up to August’s property, his mansion coming into view and Y/N couldn’t help but ogle at the breathtaking house. “This is where you live?”

“This is where we’ll both live, precious,” He clarified after kissing her forehead softly. Smiling once the limousine has to a halt by the stairs leading to the abode’s main entrance. “I could get used to living here, daddy.”

“Now where did that name come from, hm?” August playfully asked her as he tickled her sides, his precious leaning into his touch instead of the usual reaction of pulling away, “You don’t like it, daddy?”

“I love it, my precious,” He countered once they were now in the foyer of the house,” Welcome home, my precious.” And to welcome her into their home, he leaned to kiss her as his hands settled on the globes of her ass, deepening their kiss until he felt her moan out in pleasure against their tongues tangling.

“I know I’ll have a great time living her, daddy! Especially since I get to live with you!” Once their kiss ended, August let his hand rest on her ass while he guided her to their bedroom. “There are two things daddy has to ask of you, precious.”

“Anything, daddy!”

“First, convince Hunt to sell his bar to me,” They paused just as they were infront of the door to bedroom Y/N pouted a little but nodded as she had a determined look on her face, “I’ll do it, daddy.”

“Very good,” She whimpered upon hearing those words and when his hand left her ass to open the double doors that led to their bedroom, “What’s the second thing, daddy?”

“I want you to get on your knees and suck me off; I’ve been fantasizing about those pretty lips of yours for a while now, precious.”

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kinktober day 2 — virginity kink

kink — virginity kink   pairing —mobius m mobius x fem!reader  warnings — MINORS DNI, virginity kink, dirty talk, way too much pet names, a slight hint of degradation, mentions of blood (like blood on a dick) word count —1,469 words

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“How’s it going, beautiful?” Mobius greeted as he laid a bunch of folders down on the table before sitting down opposite the TVA agent who Ravonna assigned to help him out. When she saw the analyst smile towards her direction, she looked over both her shoulders and her brows furrowed, “I don’t see anyone else, you might be confused?”

Chuckling beneath the rim of the soda can he was drinking off, he shook his head which caused the researcher across of him to cross her legs in an attempt to alleviate the tingles she frequently felt whenever Mobius did something charming — which in her opinion was everything he did since Mobius could be doing even the most mundane activities yet he could make it seem like it was the most thrilling adventure of a lifetime.

“I was talking to you, sweetheart,” He clarified as he opened a folder and began browsing through the papers in there, “It’s about time you own up to it, anyway.” Thankful that he was busy reading through the files and not looking at her since her face was so sweaty and flushed at his sudden raini of compliments to her. “I don’t know Mobius, I don’t think flattery will help us solve the case of where our current variant is hiding.”

“You’re right; reminding you how pretty you are will not help our case but it does help me calm down after the intense migraines this case has caused me to have,” He threw in a wink after the end of his statement after he looked up from the grainy paper.

“Can you please stop that?”

Her request had him tilting his head in confusion; he’d been complimenting her everytime they worked together and not once had he been met with resistance, the analyst was suddenly worried he crossed a line or worse, deeply offended her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But can I know what I did wrong?”

She decided not to reply for a few seconds, instead browsing through half of the files. Growing weird with her silence, Mobius gently reached for her vacant hand that was mindlessly tapping against the table as she read, catching her attention she then looked at him and almost melted into a puddle with how sincere he was looking at her, “Come on, beautiful, tell me what I’d do wrong.”

The heat that seeped off his skin was too much for her to handle that she had to shrug off his hand and crossed her arms to cover up how her nipples hardened through the thin blouse and bra she wore, “It’s nothing, Mobius. Just that,” She paused for a while, contemplating on whether it was a good idea to tell him how hot and bothered she gets with everything he does; and with an encouraging nod and smile from the silver-haired man, she  decided to throw all caution to the wind and just go for it, “Everything you do gets me all hot and bothered. I can’t explain why, or how, but sometimes you do things that make me tingly.”

The smirk of pleasure Mobius had displayed on his face sent the wrong message to the girl who thought she was being made fun of, “I know it’s stupid but don’t be so boastful about it.”

“No no, it’s not that, sweet girl,” He was quick to let go of the files and grabbed both her hands and looked into her eyes seriously, “I didn’t mean to tease you. More than anything, I’m pleased to know I have that effect on you.”

“Why do you like it?”

The creak the chair made when Mobius stood up from and walked on over to her, still sporting the smirk before sitting directly on the table in front of her, “Well to put it simply, you give me some tingles too.” His hands then lifted her face up until their lips met in a passionate kiss, the whimper she let out only made his cock throb even more.

Her hands clawed on his thigh and parted slightly from his lips, “Wait, Mobius, what are we doing?” His hands were already unbuttoning her blouse while his lips were leaving a trail of hickies in her neck, “I’m showing you how to remove the tingles, sweetheart.”

A long moan escaped her lips when her bra was clipped off of her and his fingers pulled on her nipples, “Mobius please.”

“Yes, sweetheart?” His teasing tone just made her tingles become even more prominent than it was earlier. “Now, why don’t I help you remove that skirt and panties, then you sit here on the table; is that clear, sweet girl?”

Soundlessly, she stood up and she felt empowered when his eyes hungrily took in every inch of skin she revealed. Mobius lifted her up so she sat on the table once she was fully naked, “Do you like being my good girl?” He watched her squirm around nervously as he lowered his now unzipped pants along with his boxers.

“Yes Mobius, I do,” She moaned out wantonly while he stood in front of her to part her legs, showing him the pussy he has been dreaming about. One hand pulled on her nipples before he decided to show her mercy and passion he felt for her by sliding his cock deep in her in one thrust. The whimper she let out had him throbbing before he could even keep a steady pace. “Fuck, beautiful,” He pulled out of her cock halfway and was surprised to see there were a few smears of blood in his cock, “No one ever fucked you huh?”

She shook her head vigorously and bit her lip as she felt his tip graze her sweet spot once he thrusted back in, “Not only are you a good girl, you’re also a virgin.” Planting his hands on the flesh of her thighs gave him the leverage to drill in and out of her relentlessly without regard to her pain or pleasure.

“Mobius please,” She moaned out loud in pain, clawing at his clothed forearms and pushing her chest forward. “What is it, beautiful?”

“Slow down, too much,” Her shallow pants proved how overwhelming it was for her; complying, he slowed his thrusts yet the brassiness of his thrusts remained; he leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, the wet tongue immediately stiffening the sensitive skin, “Such a weak little virgin you are hm? You can’t even take my thrusts.” Her eyes were now glossy with tears as the sensations were becoming too much for her; but Mobius still managed to degrade her without seeming condescending, “But don’t worry, I will teach you how to take all of my cock. In your pussy and your mouth,” To emphasize a couple of his fingers slid in her mouth, “Can’t wait to train your mouth and throat to take me all the way. Since I was your first, it makes sense for me to be the only one to have you, don’t you think so, beautiful?”

Suddenly, she was cumming around his long, hard cock; considering how unfamiliar she was with what was happening she failed to warn the analyst who let out a long groan upon feeling how her walls cling onto his cock harder making the drag of his dick against her walls that much heavenly due to the friction.

“What a good girl you’ve been for me, beautiful,” He moaned out loud against her skin as he was kissing his way up from the valley between her breasts up to her lips; tangling their tongues together, he asserted his dominance — not like she even tried to fight back since she was blissed out and sensitive — and began panting for a bit, “I’m close, sweet girl. I’m gonna paint your walls with my cum, and you will let me, yes?”

Even though it was a rhetorical question, Mobius appreciated the way she dumbfoundedly nodded her head against his shoulder, “Paint my walls with your cum, Mobius!”

Her cry did it and made the analyst come deep inside her with a loud grunt, his hips stilling after planting his cock deep inside her, his cum finding home inside her pussy. She cooed in surprise upon feeling the warm semen enter her cunt, her legs locking around his back in a poor attempt to milk more of the liquid.

Lifting his head up, his finger gently stroked the skin of her cheek as Mobius admired the flushed state she was in, “You were such a good girl for me, saving your virginity, beautiful.” Preening at the praise, she then held onto his hands tightly as she looked at him with love and happiness, “Don’t worry, sweet girl, it will be me and you now. For all time, always.”

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kinktober day 1 — somnophilia

kink — somnophilia  pairing —david kern x fem!reader warnings — MINORS DNI, somnophilia (in my head it’s consensual and a usual occurrence since david always sleeps late at night), dirty talk word count —842 words taglist —

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“Come to bed now, David,” Her voice reached the writer’s ears faintly as she called for him from where she comfortably laid in bed. “Hold on, love,” He called out from the study desk he had put on the opposite side of the bedroom’s wall. Standing up from where she was laying down, she made her way to his desk and pouted as she looked over at him with crossed arms, “I miss laying in bed with you, love.” Looking up from the computer screen, he then smirked at how she was pouting.

“I know, I miss laying in bed with you too,” He pointed to the current page he was working on that was only filled with two short paragraphs, “But only a few more pages before I lay beside you okay, love?” Sighing, she nods understandably and kisses his forehead before greeting him goodnight, “Goodnight, David. Don’t tire yourself too much, okay”

Silently nodding, David’s brow furrowed once more as he busied himself in continuing his story which involved two lovers who find themselves framed for a robbery they didn’t commit. After an hour spent in writing, he took his blurry and blinking eyes as a sign of exhaustion and saved his recent progress — which thankfully led to five whole pages being written — and shut off his computer.

As he walked towards their shared bedroom, he was surprised to see her completely naked — with the exception of the white, thin sheets that covered her torso — as she peacefully lay down. She is probably punishing me, he thought to himself as he felt his cock harden at the sight of her flaunting her bewitching assets. As he walked on over to where she lay, he sat down and gently caressed her ankles, “Love? Love, are you waking up?”

When there was no response, David thought that it was high time he gave her the attention she deserved. Removing the thin cloth from her frame was rewarding as it granted him full access to her body that he familiarized himself with over the course of a year. As he was removing his clothes while he stared at every inch of her skin, images of the differents ways in which he could please her flooded his brain — exciting him even further of what’s to come.

Once he had removed all of his clothes, the bed dipped as he knelt down and parted her legs. “Oh schatz, I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention to you.” The pad of his thumb rubbed her clit which throbbed after a few hard rubs. A small moan escaped from her mouth which made the writer feel cocky; his other thumb wiped the precum of his tip before sliding in her pussy, which immediately was hugged tightly by her already damp walls.

“It seems like you are more than eager already,” He observed with the way his thumb struggled to slither out of her cunt, “Good thing I’m more than ready to soothe that need.” He quickly slid his cock inside her wet pussy, causing him to exhale sharply once he felt her walls close in on his cock, “Fuck schatz, you’re so tight; I guess that’s what happens when I don’t fuck you as often as I’d like to.”

With his hands clawing on her thighs, he dragged his cock in and out of her harshly as he took in her face that wrinkled in pleasure. “You must think this is all a dream, schatz,” He thought out loud with a grunt as he felt the tip of his cock graze her sweet spot repeatedly, “I cannot wait for you to wake up and see how wet you have become.” He swipes some of her juices that creeped their way onto the base of his cock and licked it off his finger, “Perhaps my tongue and fingers will wake you up instead huh?”

Cock throbbing and heart thumping, David panted loudly as he felt her wet walls grip his cock like a vice and covered his cock with her sweet juices, “I am cumming now, schatz. Take all of my cum and keep it in your pretty pussy.”

Every time he thrust in her pussy, an additional stripe of cum added to the collection that was already in her pussy. His nimble fingers pulled and twisted on her nipples as he slowly rammed his cock in her, relishing in the wet sounds that their combined juices made. “David?” She sleepily questioned after feeling a tug on her chest, after a few blinks she was surprised to see him towering over her with his half erected cock still very much planted deep inside her.

“Hello schatz, I noticed how much you needed my cock and saw to it I satisfied your needs,” Bashfully her hand grabbed for his wrist and sucked on his thumb as she batted her eyelashes at him, causing the writer to smirk, “And looks like you still have an itch that needs to be scratched.”

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Chapter 9

WC: 1973

Rated: E

Chapter tags: fluff, domestic, flirting, sexual situations/suggestions, angst, German

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The first time Niki wakes is still early. The sun has yet to rise outside the closed curtains of the bedroom and the room is dark. For a minute he forgets where he is.

A warm tickle along his throat draws his attention. He shifts. Something moves against him, nuzzling further into the crook of his shoulder. His bleary eyes drop down to see where you've rolled into him during your slumber, the faintest of snores being puffed against his neck. Your hand is wrapped around his arm. Niki doesn't think much of it as sleep pulls him back under.

The second time he wakes it's to your back nestled into his front. His nose presses to your floral scented hair, his chest flush against the exposed skin of your shoulders and back. He knows it's wrong, but he allows himself a few minutes to relish in the heat of your body, in the way his legs tangle with yours and his arm is wrapped around you. To feel the selfish want of having you so close to him. Absent-mindedly his thumb slips across the silk of your top just under the curve of your breast.

Sensing his time is up he starts to retreat from you. The slide of his wrist is caught by your fingers; "mmm no, stay. You're warm." You mumble into the pillow while pulling his limb tighter across your middle. Niki didn't know you had woken - how long had you been awake? He wants so badly to relax into you, to curl back along the length of your body as he had been just seconds before.

He hesitates.

By this point you were awake enough that you knew you wouldn’t fall back asleep. Yet, you still lingered in the sweet spot between fully waking and dozing. You felt Niki tense behind you when you grabbed his arm. Even though he had been pliant behind you before, now that he knew you were awake it was as though he retreated into himself.

Your desire to feel him pressed to you overcame your sensibility. Shifting your hips you scoot back into his warmth.

He gasps quietly as the curve of your ass pushes into his hips. Niki works to control his breathing at the feel of you on his clothed member. Thankfully, you still against him, saving him from embarrassment.

His thoughts run rampant. Clearly if you had taken initiative in pulling his frame around you it was something you wanted? You weren’t offended by his closeness, by his body touching yours in such an intimate way? He rationalizes with himself. And so he wills himself to relax into you.

Your heartbeat can be felt on the skin of Niki’s chest. A rapid thump-thump-thump. He wonders if you can feel how his own jackhammers against your body. Knowing that you are experiencing the same rush as him sends a thrill down his spine - that you too are affected by his touch. He allows himself to settle. You lay together for close to twenty minutes, your toes occasionally tickling his ankles, before you break the comfortable silence.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday when I kissed you."

It catches him off guard. "Why are you apologizing?" he mumbles into your hair.

You roll over under his arm to rest on your back. Niki leans up on his forearm to hover over you, the other palm still on your stomach. "I realize that we never talked about boundaries for the cover… and I just went for it without making sure you were okay with it," you explain. You knew what it felt like to be used for your body; you didn’t want him to experience it too.

Niki licks his lips. He looks unsure of himself as he thinks of a response. The only thought running through his mind was how perfect your lips had felt against his at the gala. How alive he felt, even if it was fake, if it was only part of the game. Would it really be the worst if you knew that? Would it destroy everything in an instant? A few seconds later he speaks; “ich… es macht mir nichts aus wenn du mich küsst.” He doesn’t meet your eyes. Niki knows you speak German, you’d shown him as much when you first met. But admitting his thoughts in his native language made it feel as though he was only speaking a secret aloud to himself.

I don’t mind it at all.

What he doesn’t say is “in fact I wish you would do it again.”

You aren’t offended by his answer. Not even a little. The Austrian man next to you had you intrigued from the start. You were aware of his eyes on you that day at the cafe before you even sat down. You were aware of how attractive he was despite Hunt’s teasing. You were aware of how much he held back to himself, especially when the Brit was around. You were aware of how he hung on to your every word as you spoke about art and their artists, how well he took your own teasing and flirtations.

And you were aware of how right his lips felt on yours.

Niki watched you from above, waiting for you to say something, anything. His face read like an open book. Reaching up you push back a stray curl from his forehead as you search his eyes. It falls back out of place immediately. Your gaze flits to his mouth once, twice.

“Niki.” Your whisper is so hushed he almost doesn’t hear it.

You tilt your chin up as he begins his descent. Movements pause, noses brushing, eyelids fluttering.

Just as you feel the slightest graze of his top lip against yours a slamming door tears you apart.

“Oi lovebirds, are you awake?” Niki flops onto his back and blows out a breath. You drag your palm over your face, knowing it was for the best that the two of you didn’t cross that line. He rolls to sit on the edge of the bed just as Hunt walks into the bedroom. James halts at the sight of you and Niki together. “If I’d known we were having a slumber party I would’ve stayed here last night.”

“Fuck you,” Niki tells him halfhearted as he rolls his shoulders to stretch his neck.

“I’m sure you’d like that,” James shoots back.

You sit up on your elbows. “You know James, sometimes I wonder which is bigger - your brain or your dick.”

“I can show you if you’d like? Ease your curiosities.”

“Hmm. Maybe we should make bets. Niki?”

“I’m not betting on the size of Hunt’s penis,” he declares with finality.

You study Hunt. “I think his dick is bigger, clearly.” Hunt looks chuffed until you continue with “although judging by the size of his walnut brain that’s not necessarily a compliment. Why else would he try to infiltrate an art heist without proper planning or backup, to which his partner got hurt because of said poor planning?” Niki snickers next to you.

“Alright!” James claps his hands together. “I don’t think I like where this has gone-” he waves his hand between you and Niki. “I spoke with Garnier.”

“And?” Niki crosses his arms.

“We’re to attend the auction tomorrow night and get as much intel as possible. I wasn’t invited, so I’m to stay at a distance outside while you two do the dirty work.”

The room falls silent. You look between the two agents. “Is that all…?” It was nothing new that you and Niki weren’t already privy to.

“Yup,” he pops the ‘p’ for emphasis.

Niki stands irritated. “He’s not sending reinforcements? Why the hell not? Interpol should be waiting outside to make arrests, it’s the most logical thing to do,” he argues.

James simply holds his palms towards Niki in defense. “I’m not the one making the decisions here. You really need to have more fun, Niki - or is that what this is?” he nods to you still in bed.

Niki takes a threatening step towards the man. Shit on him, sure, but don’t bring you into it.

“Hey- hey I’m here for it.” Hunt sits at the foot of the bed before lounging back in your direction. “I’ve been trying to tell him to get his dick wet, might just get that stick out of his arse.”

“I happen to like the stick up his ass. Keeps it perky, maybe you should try it.”

“My arse is the envy of England, I’ll have you know,” he smirks.

“I’m going to shower,” Niki grunts and leaves the room.

Hunt takes this as his opportunity to get off the bed, come around the side, and literally hop into bed inches from you. The force of his landing causes you to bounce. You chuckle as he wiggles his brows at you. “Niki won’t say, but did he man up last night after he got back? You can tell me I promise.”

“Oh James, a lady never kisses and tells….” you answer cryptically. He perks up. “But no. I checked over his injuries and insisted he sleep here is all. I’m sorry to disappoint you.”

James pulls out all the stops. “Ah, you could never disappoint me, love. And with that dress from last night? A man could perish from the sight of you alone. Being with you would be like dying and going straight to heaven.” He leans closer as he compliments you.

“So I’m an angel then?”

“An angel dressed like a she-devil,” he husks.

“Maybe I should leave the dress on then since you like it so much?,” you hum seductively. In the distance you vaguely recognize the sound of the bathroom door slamming. You crack from your serious facade, scrunching your nose. “But only in your dreams, Hunt,” you pat his face as you shut him down.

He laughs at your rejection. “Can you blame me for trying?”

“No,” you giggle, “but maybe next time you’re trying to woo a girl into jumping in bed with you don’t use the most overdone pickup lines.”

“You Americans…” he tuts. James chatted with you about the most mundane things. You knew he was fun, but you didn't realize how absolutely comical the man could be and he quickly had you in stitches. Laying facing each other he told you the story of an American ex-girlfriend of his; the two of you tittering like a couple of school girls.

Meanwhile, Niki let the sound of the water drown out the world to distract him from his anger, his upset. As he was walking to the bathroom he overheard the conversation with Hunt. Maybe I should leave the dress on then since you like it so much. He knew what you were referring to, how could he not when he thought the same thing? The idea of making love to you, that dress draped over his thighs, slit parted to reveal your dripping center to him, your holster chafing his skin as you moved above him. It plagued Niki.

But compared to Hunt? There was a reason for his reputation with women. James was more your speed, he could take your quips and quick witted comebacks faster than a bolt of lightning. And himself? He was too high-strung for someone as free spirited as you. In the end you would choose Hunt over him. He kicked himself for thinking otherwise. The almost-kiss was a fluke. You caught in the moment so soon after waking.

Under the too-hot spray of the shower he contemplates his next move. He would do what he needs to do for the mission, for the cover, he decides. But he won’t let himself get distracted by silly wishes anymore. No matter how much he wants you.

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Chapter 8

WC: 3085

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: minor violence, weapons, fluff, language, flirting, bros being dudes, period typical sexism, sexism in general, minor injury, hints at topics like sexual assault and lack of consent, language

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"Fuck, Niki, you would'nt believe how easy Lombardi was. Bat my lashes a few times and say you're loaded and he's spilling secrets like a glass of milk," you chuckle as Niki pulls away from the valet.

"Is that another one of your American sayings?" he asks. He keeps his eyes on the road.

"In a manner of speaking."

"With the way you were all over him I'm not surprised you got the information so fast. Quick thinking."

"Not like I really had a choice in that part," you grumble. You could still feel Lombardi’s grimey hands against you like a stain.

A beat passes before Niki tells you "of course, my apologies." He knew that your role as a woman in all of this was bound to corner you in uncomfortable scenarios. Your true purpose in the cover was as a piece of meat dangling under the nose of the bad guy. You didn't deserve it, no woman did. Niki was beginning to feel guilty about suggesting the whole thing.

"It's fine. I told you boys, I would do what needed to be done short of sleeping with the prick." Silence falls over the car.

The two of you left shortly after your dance with Lombardi. The event was wrapping up anyway, so you didn't feel bad when you took Niki by the hand and all but begged him to take you home. You didn't share the explicit details of the auction right away; there was no way to know who was listening in so you kept things vague, just saying that you were invited to a party. Niki was appreciative, seeing as his mind was still reeling then from your heated kiss. Now, he had his wits about him. "What exactly did he tell you about the auction?"

"It's going to be this Sunday night at 9 o'clock in Piombino. It's about a two hour drive from here, and it's at warehouse number 31 on the port. He promised to have a variety 'fit for a king, and you, my queen'," you mock the Italian’s accent.

Niki swelled with pride. His hand drops from the gear lever to your knee; "good job tonight, you were very convincing," he compliments.

You stiffen at the contact, but only because it was unexpected. There was no real need for him to touch you when you weren't keeping up the ruse. When he realizes what he's done he retreats almost instantly. It was bad enough that Lombardi had been feeling you up all night, and now it looked like he was trying to do the same. "I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

"You're alright Niki. I don't mind when it's you touching me." In fact, I think I miss the warmth of your hand on me, you admit to yourself. Immediately you feel as if you might have said something beyond what was appropriate. Yes, you flirted with him all the time but it was only good natured fun.

This felt different.

Taking a breath you change the subject; "for someone that likes racing you sure do drive like my grandfather."

He turns his head minutely to peer at you from the corner of his eye. "And? We’re not in a hurry, we're not being paid. There is no reward for the risk. So why would I drive fast?”

"You rented a Ferrari and you don't get it out of second gear, that’s practically a crime in itself,” you laugh. Niki shakes his head bemused.

After a few more minutes of quiet reprieve you arrive outside the hotel. Niki pulls up to the front but does not park the car. “Niki there’s one more thing…” you trail off. He watches you expectantly. You lick your lip in hesitation. “Lombardi is going to steal a Raphael too. He asked me to- to pick one out. He’s under the impression that it will be your ‘extravagant wedding gift’ to me. He caught me so off guard with it that I didn’t know what to do. I hate the fact that I’m complicit in his whole scheme now.” You swallow your guilt as best you can.

Niki takes your hand in his. “No, you are not at fault here. Every single thing you do helps us get closer to stopping him and rescuing the art. Don’t forget that. You did the right thing to play along.” You nod, knowing he was right.

He fishes the keys from his pocket and drops them into your palm.

You frown. “You’re not coming in?”

“No. I have to make a call,” he explains. You nod your head again in understanding; he needed to update Interpol with your newfound intelligence. Niki had mentioned once that it was best to call from a random payphone to ensure there were no surveillance bugs.”I will be back soon.”

You study his expression for a moment before nodding in ascent. “Okay, no problem. I think… I’m going to take a bath anyway, I feel slimy and can still smell him on me,” you scowl. “So I’ll see you later then?”

“Yes.”

Opening the door you step onto the sidewalk. Something about his tone felt too controlled, too measured. He was hiding something. You turn and lean your head into the low body of the Ferrari. “Just- just be careful.”

“Of course, Schatz. Enjoy your bath.” You swear you see the hint of a smirk on his face. He waits until you’ve entered the lobby to drive away.

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Niki parks the car in a half-empty lot. Reaching back he grabs the duffle he hid behind your seat. He’s glad you didn’t notice it earlier. Careful of the levers and switches inside the automobile he strips out of his formal wear and into the dark clothing he packed. He places a brimmed cap on his head to hide his curls. For good measure he slips his glock into the waistband of his slacks under his jacket.

Locking the Ferrari he selects a different car from the lot. It’s simple, nondescript. It could easily be any old car off the street and that’s exactly what he wants. He picks the lock and fiddles with the wires under the dash until the engine comes to life.

Stopping at the first payphone he sees he calls Garnier. The communication is short and to the point. “Nicely done, Lauda. Be sure to send my regards to our American friend as well. We will mull over what you’ve told us and make contact with you or Hunt soon. For now continue on as you have been with her, attend the auction. I will be in touch.” Easy enough, Niki concludes.

He doesn’t head back to the hotel after the call. Instead, Niki drives to the Uffizi and parks the car near the back service entrance. He is a far enough distance that he won’t be spotted, but his camera can take decent pictures. Any evidence is good evidence, he justifies.

So he waits. He watches.

Three men appear carrying a wooden crate from the back door and load it into a white utility truck. Unfortunately Niki can’t catch the plate numbers from his angle. Nevertheless, he spends the next ten minutes clicking away on his camera. The men reenter the museum. He contemplates getting out of the car to get close enough to get a frame of the license plate when movement to his left draws his attention.

He squints. The blond shag has him rolling his eyes. Looking to see if the goons are in the alley, when he finds it empty he quickly gets out of the car and sprints the thirty meters to Hunt's ride. He yanks open the passenger door and climbs inside. James whips around in shock before letting out a huff. “I thought you were going back to the hotel with our lady friend.”

“I could say the same about you.” Niki and James stare at each other. The air is tense.

James breaks first; “why are you here?”

“Lombardi is having the next auction in two days. Tonight was the obvious time to steal the art with the business of everything after the party. Enough variables to make pinpointing a suspect harder and a longer process, buying him time to get the art out and sold.” James rolls the window down to light a cigarette. “And you? Why aren’t you balls deep in some Italian woman?”

Hunt laughs at the question. “I was oh about… half an hour ago,” he informs as he checks his watch. “Don’t worry. It was all in the name of the mission.”

Niki scoffs. “Bullshit. How can you fucking some girl in the bathroom be for the mission?”

“When ‘some girl’ is lonely and complains because her boyfriend is too busy working for Lombardi late hours and doesn’t pay her the attention she deserves,” he throws back at the Austrian. “That is why I’m here, rat man.”

"Do you really think it upsets me, James, calling me a rat because I look like one? I don’t mind it,” he waves his finger at James. “Rats are ugly, sure, and nobody likes them, but they are very intelligent and they have a strong survival instinct which bodes well for me in this line of work.”

"Shut up-”

“You are such an asshole-”

“For the love of god, Niki, shut your bloody mouth!” Hunt whispers harshly, giving his partner a shove. He nods his head forward towards the men that are back. Again, they are carrying an overly long wooden crate. Niki raises his camera to take more photographs.

The two men sit quietly surveying the movement of the group. When they head back inside Hunt tips his head close to his partner. “Any chance you brought a mask?

“Why?” Niki questions, suspicious.

Hunt tugs his own mask down his face. His speech is muffled as he says “because I’m going to go check out the truck.”

“What? Now?” He’s got to be insane, “they’ll be back any minute!” Niki points his hand towards the back door.

“Exactly.” James doesn’t wait for Niki, exiting the car and jogging over to the vehicle.

“Scheisse… Verdammt dummkopf,” he swears, swapping his cap for the balaclava in his jacket pocket. He runs to meet up where Hunt leans around the corner of the museum.

The two quickly take stock of the contents inside the back of the truck. Four crates; two are large and flat, two are small and square. Hunt jumps into the back and tries his luck at prying one open but they are nailed tightly shut. “This is more than we thought,” he mumbles. Niki stands outside busying himself with memorizing the plate numbers.

Both men whip around at the shout behind them. “Oi! Cosa fai!? Chi sei!?” Two of the three thieves approach the agents.

Niki thinks to grab the gun from his back but is body slammed by one of the cronies before he can reach for it. His shoulder and the back of his head pound into the concrete underneath him. A gasp leaves him as he sees stars. The man might have caught him by surprise, but in terms of brute strength had very little on Niki. Blinking through his daze, the Austrian was able to wrestle himself above the assailant and land a few good hits before wrapping his arm around the goon’s neck. Niki squeezes against the artery as the Italian struggles for breath. Somewhere across the way he ses Hunt in a similar position with the second thief.

When Niki feels the unconscious slump of weight he releases the man to the ground. James gives a near-flawless uppercut to his opponent. He drops cold. “Go, go!” Hunt cries. They take off running for the car.

James whips out of the spot and sends the car flying down the strip and away from the museum. Once they are far enough out and sure no one is following they rip off their masks. “So,” Niki begins. “Where did you get the car?”

“I borrowed it.” Hunt sniffs, a tell that he is lying. “Yours?”

“Borrowed it,” Niki mimics.

“How’s your head? That was a nasty blow if I’ve ever seen one.”

Niki reaches back to feel his scalp. Now that the adrenaline has worn down he feels an ache in his shoulder and a throbbing in his skull. “Could be better, could be worse.”

James drives calculated twists and turns for a few blocks before heading to the car park Niki left the Ferrari at. He pulls into the lot to let him out. Just as Niki goes to climb into the red sports car Hunt calls out to him. “Hey Niki? We should do this again sometime,” he quips, grinning.

Niki huffs a single laugh and gives him the finger.

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About an hour after Niki dropped you off at the hotel you hear the tell-tale click of the lock outside. You hadn’t bothered to close the bathroom door completely as you nestled under the hot bubbly water. Shuffling can be heard from the living room. You had begun to worry about Niki; a basic phone call shouldn’t have taken an hour, so you call out for him. “Niki, dear.” He doesn’t push open the door further, but you can hear his movement outside the door. You smile at his politeness. “Just come in, Niki.”

The door creaks open. He chews his lip as he tries to focus on the wall, on the floor, anywhere that’s not you. By accident his eyes find you and discover you are completely covered in thick foam below your throat. He relaxes a bit. Even so he can feel his ears heat.

“How was the call?”

“Good. Garnier will reach out with instructions.” His answer is short.

“Okay.” You shift a little under the cooling water. Dragging your gaze up his profile you see he's changed from the last time you saw him. He sports a black turtleneck and slacks. It’s obviously not something to sleep in, and it’s definitely not what he wore the last time you saw him an hour ago. “When did you change?”

He shrugs, and to his horror, visibly winces at the twinge in his shoulder. You sit up immediately. Water and soapy bubbles run down your chest, which is now barely covered in this position. “Dammit Niki, don’t lie to me. You’re hurt. Where were you?”

Niki sighs and explains the impromptu stake out with Hunt. As he speaks you gesture for him to give you the plush robe hanging on the door. He does so, ignoring your nakedness as you climb out of the bath and wrap it tightly around your body.

You rub at your eyes tiredly as he continues his story. Of course it made sense for the boys to want to do surveillance of Lombardi and his men, but you had hoped it would be a little more planned and a little less impulsive. Blowing out a frustrated breath, you will yourself to calm. They wore masks, they drove different cars, they weren’t followed. In all probability their bases were covered from being linked back to their real identities and Interpol.

“Sit down,” you command softly. Niki perches along the edge of the still-draining tub. His knees spread wide, allowing you to step between them. You reach up and brush your fingers through his locks to feel for any bruising or knots. A moan nearly breaks free from him as you lightly run your digits through the curls. He winces when you find a particularly tender spot. “Sorry,” you murmur. “I don’t see any bleeding or abrasions.” Curling your palms along his jaw you tip his head back to look you in the eye. “How’s your vision? Can you see straight? Are you sleepy or anything?”

“I’m fine, Schatz,” he tells you.

You hum, not quite sure you believe him. You also ignore the pet name. “Let me see your shoulder.” You pull up on his sweater until he moves to remove it. He is careful of his injured side. Niki sits looking up at you with doe eyes, the expanse of his bare chest inches from you as you examine his shoulder. His hands are firmly planted on his thighs. Fingers press into the skin and muscle; you lift the arm to check his mobility. A dark bruise has started to form. You have no doubt that it aches deeply.

“I think it’s just a bruise. But I don’t want you sleeping on the couch tonight. Sleep in the bed where you’ll be more comfortable.”

He shakes his head, “no, the couch is more than enough for me,” he tries to fight.

“That wasn’t me asking, Niki.” He sees the pleading in your eyes. “You’re hurt, you need somewhere comfortable to rest for a few days to help you heal. Please don’t argue with me on this.”

His brows crease. “You shouldn’t have to be put out for me.”

“Niki,” a smile creeps onto your face, “we’re adults and we can share a bed. I won’t be scandalized by it. I’ve slept with a man before.” You raise your eyebrow as you tease him. Chin dropping to your chest you add “besides, you promised me you would protect me and you can’t do that if you’re hurt.”

The admission shifts something in him. He knows you don't need protection, but the fact that you want it and from him makes butterflies erupt in his gut.

You both leave the bathroom to change into your sleepwear. Still unsure of himself, Niki stands in the doorway. His amber irises watch you as you fluff pillows on your side of the bed. When you spot him you pat his side of the mattress. Wordlessly he joins you.

You flick the light out once you both settle into the comfort of the downy blankets. Niki lays flat on his back. You lay on your side curled up facing him, your lids already shut. The closeness feels easy to him; feels right. But still he worries that you are just allowing him into your bed for the sake of being nice. “If I make you uncomfortable at any point during the night-” he starts but you cut him off.

“Go to sleep, Niki.” Then with deliberate slowness, you curl your hand around his arm. “But thank you,” you whisper.

Niki can only take in your peacefully slumbering features for so long before sleep pulls him under.

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god i fucking hope they cuddled in their sleep 🥺

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Chapter 7

WC: 3663

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: period typical sexism, fake relationship, implied theft, alcohol consumption, flirting, mention of weapons, mild anxiety, sexual innuendos and jokes, pervy behavior by our villain

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You stare at the zipper of the garment bag for a good five minutes. Blood pumps in your ears. The chill of the room causes gooseflesh to prickle across your arms as you stand there naked aside from a pair of underwear, but you pay it little mind. Inhale. Exhale. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, you tell yourself. You have been to plenty of art galas and exhibit openings. The only difference is this time you aren’t there for pleasure, but rather business.

Oh, and the fiancé you’ll be sporting.

“How could I forget…” you mumble, peeking at the diamond on your finger. You sigh.

Moment passed, you tug down the zipper and pull the dress from the hanger. It slides on like a second skin, like a piece of armor. The cool satin material is silky and soft. You smooth the dress down over your waist and adjust it to sit proper. The heels you purchased follow shortly.

A knock at the door draws your attention. “Are you dressed?” Niki asks through the crack in the frame. He had been ready in the suit you had picked out for going on half an hour. Hunt had warned him that women always take forever to get ready; as if Niki didn’t already know how women worked. All he had left to do was fasten his bowtie.

Your lips twitch upward. “Ever the gentleman… yes, I’m dressed.”

He pushes the wood open. The sight that met him made him choke on the air in his lungs. There you stand, lips painted red, heeled foot perched on the end of the bed, the entire length of your leg exposed by the high slit in your gown, as you tighten a small holster high around your thigh.

You speak without regard to your current state as you right the weapon into its place. “We need to really put on a show tonight, pull out all the stops with this fiance thing if we want to be believed. Can you do that?”

Niki wants to be offended by your question, but he knows it’s laced with truth. He’s not overly affectionate even in real relationships. But for this he will. “Of course. Do you think you’ll be needing that,” he jerks his jaw towards the gun strapped to you.

“You tell me.” Stepping down, you fix your dress to hide the pistol from view. Niki won’t lie to himself that the image of you does things to him. And to have a woman as fierce and ethereal as you on his arm tonight? He knows he could do a lot worse. “Should shit hit the fan you’ll know where to find it yourself,” you toss a wink as you approach him.

You bring up your fingers to the loose tie around his neck. Swiftly and with practiced ease you tie the fabric into a knot. Niki’s eyes are heavy, his breathing controlled as you work. With a tiny tug you make sure the bow is straight before running the palms of your hands down the lapels of his jacket. The red tie pops out against the dark contrast and matches your gown.

Your gaze flicks from amber eyes down to his lips, parted with the barest hint of his front teeth, and back again before you can stop yourself. Throat clearing, you say “we should go or we’ll be late.” You take one step back and turn to face the mirrored dresser. The reflection in the glass makes you stop. You in your red dress and Niki suave in his suit. “Huh. We look damn good together, Niki.” He doesn’t say it, but he agrees.

Making your way out of the hotel you raise your arm to hail a taxi. "No need," Niki informs as he leads you along the sidewalk, his palm on your lower back. He stops in front of a candy red sports car. "A wealthy businessman-" he opens the door and guides you inside by your hand "-travels in style."

You take in the luxury of the vehicle. Once Niki adjusts his seat to his liking he starts the engine. A roaring purr rumbles throughout the car; you watch as he rubs his palms along the steering wheel, caressing the buttery leather with reverence. You swear you hear the tiniest growl from the man beside you. Niki looks positively like a kid on christmas.

“Just don’t finish in your pants before we even get started, yeah?” you tease, brow cocked in amusement. He bellows out a hearty laugh before pulling off the curb.

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Arm in arm you enter the gallery. People dressed in their finest chatter in groups surrounding the various artworks in the new exhibit. A string quartet plays lively tunes in an alcove, the sound floating high above the patron’s heads. When a waiter offers champagne you grab one for each of you. Over the rim of your glasses you and Niki survey the room for any sign of Lombardi; as of yet you don’t spot him. You do, however, see James leaning next to a Boticelli and no-doubt sweet talking some poor woman.

You lean in to Niki’s side, “someone has made himself at home.”

His brows make a quick pop up at your comment. “Why am I not surprised?” he asks rhetorically. Nearby a woman laughs at something her companion said. You can't help but notice how absolutely fake and forced it sounds, the nasal whine like a donkey. Niki huffs next to you, “look at all these assholes - acting like they are better than everyone else, and for what? They have money and can spend their days watching paint dry and drinking expensive champagne that tastes like shit.” He scowls into his full glass but still takes a swig.

“Assholes?” You tilt your head towards him.

“You know what I mean.”

Squinting, you conclude “so that makes me an asshole too, I suppose?”

Niki whips around, horrified by your statement. “No, no, I didn’t mean it like that- I- scheisse…” he tries to backtrack.

“Calm down, dear. I’m only pulling your leg.” Stepping closer into his space, lips grazing the shell of his ear, you add “besides, let’s not forget tonight you’re one of those assholes.” Niki visibly shudders as your breath hits his neck. You relish in the sight of his ruddied face.

Making your way around the paintings you do as you did the day before. You explain the history, the significance of the pieces to Niki while he listens. And just like the day before, Niki finds that he struggles to really focus on the work itself, but instead he studies you with rapt attention. The way your hands gesture as you speak. The way your fiery red lips curve around each syllable. The way your eyes glow with such intensity.

Neither of you notice the small crowd gathering to hear your lecture.

“My, signora, I am impressed,” came an Italian drawl from behind you. “How is it that you became so well versed in this piece?”

Twisting around, you come face to face with the man you had been waiting for - Lombardi. He is taller than you remember, but still not as tall as you in your heels. A moustache makes up half of his face. His hair in tinged grey, the salt and pepper streaks in his slicked back hair would be handsome if not paired with his greasy personality.

Putting on your best smile you introduce yourself and your credentials in the art world.

“Fabricio Lombardi. The pleasure is surely mine, signora.” Lombardi holds his palm to you in invitation. Deliberately, you place your ringed hand into his, his chapped lips dropping a sloppy kiss to the skin there. “Ah, a beautiful ring on a beautiful woman.”

As if you’ve forgotten, you squeak out “oh!” You bring your hand up to rest on Niki’s arm, “this is my fiance, Nikolaus.” Immediately the two men lock eyes in some sort of battle of the wills before Lombardi cracks and shakes Niki’s hand. The two give pleasantries. Seeing the twinkle in his eye as it flits back to you, you know he’s taken a shine to you regardless of your marital prospects. Thank god, maybe now this will go faster...

As quickly as the conversation turned to Niki it left him again to focus on the exhibit. The Austrian stood next to you, hand firmly planted on your back a little lower than was likely acceptable, as you converse excitedly with the mobster. Artist this, and inspiration that; Niki was glad he’d thought to put the tiny recording device in the lining of his sport coat. He would have to review the tapes later, as right now he was too busy staring at the Italian that had captured his fiancée’s attention. No - not fiancée, colleague. Partner.

Whether Niki realizes it or not, his hand on you drifts lower to settle on the curve where your hip meets your backside. When your side presses closer into him he ignores the stirring in his gut at your warmth. Lombardi must say something funny, because you suddenly break out into a peal of bright laughter drawing Niki’s attention back to you.

His eyes wander the expanse of your face. How it lights up when you smile like that, how it makes him feel warm inside as though he were sitting in the sun on a spring day. How he naïvely wishes he could see it everyday, when he wakes in the morning and as he lays down to sleep. He feels his own lip tug into a hint of a smile at the idea.

Your eyes meet him finally. He can’t find the words to explain it, but he swears he sees a flicker of something in the depths of your irises. Your tongue flits out to wet your lips. “Nikolaus, dear, would you be a sweetheart and get me something to drink?” you ask, placing your hand on his chest for emphasis.

“Of course, sweetie,” he smiles down at you. He intended for the term of endearment to simply be for show, but discovers that it rolls off his tongue effortlessly.

“Thank you,” you pull him in to give a soft kiss to his cheek along the edge of his mouth. He leaves before you or Lombardi can catch his raging blush.

Niki makes his way towards the table set with drinks and hors d’oeuvres. He peruses the selection absentmindedly until he feels someone walk up to his side. Out of the corner of his eye he discerns a familiar head of shaggy blond hair; “James.” He picks up a glass of bubbly for you before standing straight to shift his gaze around the gallery.

“You look good, Niki. Did you get your hair permed for this?” James reaches his hand up to touch the curls but Niki jerks away.

“Fuck you,” Niki muttters back, still scoping out the gallery.

“You’re trying out a new look; takes big balls.”

Niki stops his survey of the room to face Hunt. He shakes his head in question, “what the hell are you talking about?” Sure, he knew he was dressed nice, but it wasn’t really that far off from his usual workwear.

James smirks, “perfectly styled hair, spot of lipstick - although I’m not sure that red is your color - it’s a good look for you is all I’m saying.” At the Austrian’s confusion James rubs the tip of his thumb against his own cheek. Instantly Niki understands. He snatches a cocktail napkin off the table to his right and does his best to rub away the remnants of your kiss.

"There are worse things than having a pretty woman on your arm and her lipstick on your skin, my friend," he clasps his large hand on Niki's shoulder.

"You would know," he bites back.

James hums as he taps a finger along the rim of his drink. The Austrian can feel his eyes raking him over. "You know, Niki… I think you've got a little crush on our American over there."

"She is my fiancée, of course I like her," Niki defends in reference to his role as your betrothed.

"That's not what I mean and you know it, my ratty little friend. You’re soft to her. I might think you’ve gone mad, you right arse." James makes no move to hide his smirk from his partner.

"Bullshit." Niki takes a sip of your champagne to distract himself from Hunt's onslaught. He grimaced at the bitter taste.

“Whatever you say. I was thinking that after all this I would ask her to dinner - you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

The death glare that Niki throws at him speaks for itself. Hunt’s smirk grows at his reaction. Fed up, Niki leaves the man and finds another spot to wait in.

Niki wasn’t fooling himself. He was becoming frighteningly aware of his infatuation with you. But again, he would remind himself it was for the operation, for the cover story, for the missing art, for, for, for… it didn't matter how he felt because after everything was said and done you would return home to the States and he would stay doing his job. Niki wouldn't even entertain the idea of you potentially liking him. He'd been privy to the flirtatious comments and looks you shared with Hunt when he came around. Anytime you'd do the same to him it was a joke, obviously, a means to get a rise out of him. And tonight was just for show. Niki thought of every reason why the two of you wouldn't work in order to beat down his own desire.

He decides to count to 100 before returning to you; partly to cool off and partly to give you time to work.

You watch as your fiancé - no, Niki - leaves you with Lombardi to fetch the drink you requested. As he walks away you can't help but think about just how put together and attractive he looks in the suit you picked out. And the image of him behind the wheel of the Ferrari? Enough to make you sweat. Mentally you give yourself an 'atta-girl!' for that. Niki was smart too, as he had caught on to you wanting to be alone with the Italian man beside you. If you were alone together there was a much better chance that he would come on to you, meaning you could work a little charm and try to find out about the next auction.

"He seems very… taken with you, that fiancé of yours. I find that I can't fault him, seeing how incredibly gorgeous you are. A work of art that Michaelangelo himself could not have conjured in his most vivid dreams." His eyes run up your figure slowly. They linger in your breasts. "But you expect him to be able to satisfy your every desire, mia bella? Surely you are too good for the likes of some stuffy German fellow…" Lombardi fills his tone with pity and concern. His hand comes up to rest on your side.

Immediately you see this as your angle to pursue. You cover your mouth with your fingers as though you are scandalized by his statement. After a quick sweep of your eyes back towards Niki you step closer to Lombardi. You do your best not to gag as his hand tightens on your waist, so unlike the comforting pressure of when Niki does it. "Well, he's done very well for himself in his business. He's got millions. I never have to want for things, I just ask and he gets them for me. Nothing is too much for him to show me how much he loves me. What more could a girl want?" you giggle. He chuckles. "In fact, he's building me my dream home as a wedding gift. I told him I wanted it to have the same charm and appeal as a Roman villa full of statues in the gardens, and the same liveliness as the Renaissance and Baroque paintings that I adore so much. That's why I brought him here tonight - to show him what I want."

Your waxing poetic captures the attention of Lombardi. Before he has the opportunity to respond, a tall imposing fellow steps into his space, whispering into his ear. Lombardi’s face gives nothing away. He nods as the interrupter turns to leave. A sympathetic smile breaks onto his expression, his teeth yellowed from an unhealthy combination of red wine and cigarettes. “Mia bella, I am afraid I have some matters to attend to. But do not worry, we will be seeing each other again shortly.” He bends to attach his lips to the back of your hand once more before backing away and into the crowd. You rub your hand along your skirt to rid you of his essence.

Niki chooses that moment to return to you. “Well?” he asks. You pluck the half-full champagne from him, quirking a brow at its lack of contents. “I was thirsty,” he lies.

“Nevermind-” you set it on a table nearby “-dance with me.” You don’t give him the choice to decline as you pull him into position and begin an easy waltz along with the orchestra.

“Schatz, what about-”

“Shhh, just dance with me,” you hush him, continuing the steps. Niki leads you around the small dancefloor amongst other dancers. At one point you even spot James with an older woman on his arm. Niki’s steps are light, easy. His hand along your back holds you tightly to him with a featherlight touch. Your faces are barely a hairbreadth apart in this position. The way he looks down at you reminds you of some English novel you read as a young teenager, some Jane Austen or another. For a minute you forget where you are; your purpose in all of this. It’s just you and Niki.

You're not sure when, but the waltz has morphed into something slower, more rooted in place. “You didn’t tell me you knew how to dance,” you intone softly.

“My mother insisted. You don’t grow up in a wealthy family in Vienna and not learn a bit.” By his statement you aren’t sure if this is Niki, or Nikolaus sharing.

“Scusi, may I borrow your lovely fiancée for a dance?” It’s Lombardi.

“By all means,” Niki placates and backs away from you. His fingers linger almost imperceptibly on yours as if to say I’m here, I’ll be close by, you’re safe. Earlier had been you talking with Lombardi by choice. You were prepared. Now, he has taken you by surprise. Niki knew you were uncomfortable around him for a plethora of reasons: his blatant disrespect for art, his disregard for marriage vows, his objectification of women young enough to be his daughter. He also knew you had your pistol strapped to your thigh. He only hoped you wouldn’t have to use it if Lombardi got too handsy.

You clasp your hand into the Italian’s, noticing how marred his palm was with scars. You decided that you did not want to know how he got them. The man wasted no time in spinning you away. Lombardi holds you too close to his chest, the hand around your waist almost suffocating.

“I told you we would see each other again, mia bella,” he draws out the moniker he’s gifted you. You can only smile in return. “I have an important question I must ask you.”

“Oh?”

“What is it that you want?” He leans in so close you can smell the cigars on his lips as he whispers into your ear. For the life of you there’s no earthly reason you can think of why women throw themselves at this slimey being.

“I- I’m not sure I know what you mean, Signori Lombardi,” you question.

“Fabricio, per favore. Surely we are to be good friends, you and I. You said your fiance would go to any price to make you happy. A gift for his bride-to-be. So I ask again - what do you want?”

You tilt your head back a fraction so that you can meet his eyes, still unsure of what he’s asking. The skin around his muddy irises crinkles in amusement. “Pick one, mia bella.” He laughs, gesturing with his head towards the artwork lining the walls.

Was he asking you to choose a painting for him to steal? You gasp at his suggestion. No words come to your lips, so he continues. “Maybe you like the Bronzino from earlier? Or the Raphael?” He must see you twitch, as he concludes “oh yes, you would like the Raphael. A very good one, you have a keen eye,” he compliments.

“But… how? Fabricio?” you plead his name hoping to appeal to his affections.

When he leans in closer to whisper in your ear you know you’ve won. You lock eyes with Niki from across the room as Lombardi spills everything you need to know about the upcoming auction he’s holding, how he promises to bring your Raphael so long as your fiance brings his wallet. Niki chews his bottom lip as he waits for you.

“I look forward to seeing you there, mia bella.”

“As do I, Fabricio,” you put on your most sultry smile as you walk away.

While strutting back to Niki a thought crosses your mind. You need to really plant the idea that Niki is your doting fiance to the man watching you from the center of the room. To ensure he knows you are good for your word.

Niki’s brows raise when you press up against him. Before he can speak your fingers trace his jaw, drawing his lips to meet yours in a luscious kiss. Instantly he moves his mouth against yours. You break far too soon for Niki’s liking; for your own liking.

Batting your eyelashes obscenely, you whisper “Nikolaus dear, how much do you love me…?”

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[quietmyfearswith]

nah cause i got way too excited when they danced 🥺 here’s to hoping they’ll get addicted to each other’s tou h

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Chapter 6

WC: 2855

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: period typical sexism, flirting, alcohol consumption, art stuff, discussions of sexuality & masterbation, soft

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The day before the gala you insist on visiting the Uffizi Gallery. It was on your bucket list of museums to visit, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to truly appreciate the artwork during the event. James was busy doing his own thing, gathering intel or what be. He had come by the room the night before to watch television but it only resulted in the two men bickering the whole time. Today was about you and Niki.

“Why do we need to come today if we will be here tomorrow?” he asks you as you first enter the museum. He takes in the opening foyer. It reminds him a bit of the way the hotel is set up. Tall domed ceilings patterned with carvings and tiles, and intricate marble and stone columns line the halls.

“Because I haven’t been here yet and it’s on my list. And I figure it will give you the chance to get a good look around, I know you were studying the blueprints the other day. But looking at a picture is nothing compared to seeing it in real life.” You lift your hands up to gesture around the room. The expression on your face screams excitement. Niki isn’t sure if you are talking about the building design or the art itself.

On your way into the first gallery you grab one of the little guide maps. Niki gives you a minute to study it. “Okay so we should head to the gardens first before it gets too warm outside, then we can come back and start from here,” you point to one of the rooms on the paper.

Exiting into the vast gardens you are met with a plethora of shrubbery and statues. Bright sunshine warms the geometric pathways criss-crossing the yard. Niki trails behind you as you take in everything. At some point you pull a Kodak out of your bag. The clicking of your camera adds to the music of gentle chatter and rushing fountains around you.

He was glad to have brought his sunglasses along, as the midday Mediterranean sun was blinding. It helped to be able to disguise his line of sight too, as he watched you float through the gardens, hands reaching out to dust across a stray vine, or to gently lift a budding flower to your nose. Once more Niki was struck by how perfect you looked surrounded by the greenery and flora.

As he surveys the gardens from his spot on the gravel he hears more shuttering from your camera. Turning in your direction you've got the lens pointed at him. His brows scrunch. "Are you taking my picture?"

"How else am I supposed to remember today?" you retort with a grin as you take another photograph of him. "Believe it or not, you're a real work of art yourself, baby."

Niki snorts at your flirt. "If it's one of us that belongs in a museum for being a piece of art it's not me," he whips back.

You drop the camera from your face. The first thing that comes to mind is "well butter my butt and call me a biscuit." Which is about the dumbest thing you could have possibly said.

"Butter your-?" he blinks at you.

"You ever been to the American south?" Niki shakes his head. "That's what they say when they're surprised."

"And?" He has no idea where you're going with this.

You huff out a laugh. "And?!" You walk right up into his space and whisper loudly "and - after an entire week of me teasing you, Niki fucking Lauda finally flirts back. I’m proud.” By now your chests are nearly pressed together with how close you stand, and your lips are stretched wide in your amusement. “Smile.”

Niki finds himself distracted by the scent of you mixed with the flowers that surround you. “What?”

“Smile,” you command again. Out of the corner of his eye he sees movement. You had lifted your camera and taken a snapshot of the two of you as you locked eyes. Turning to face the lens you nudge him with your elbow; he turns towards the camera at your insistent prodding. For your sake he does put on a small grin for the second picture.

“Come on, let’s go check out the galleries.” You stride off, leaving Niki to follow in your footsteps.

Time loses all meaning as you make your way through the different rooms and exhibits. Art isn’t really Niki’s interest, but he makes an effort to see the works the way you do. Sometimes he asks questions about a particular piece you find interesting. You have the sneaking suspicion that he isn’t actually curious about what he’s asking, but instead that he just wants to hear you talk.

“Can I ask you a question,” you inquire quietly as you tug him to stand in front of a portrait of a nude woman.

“If it’s about art then I can’t help you; women," he nods to the painting, "maybe,” he jokes.

“No,” a giggle slips out of you. “You were reading that racing magazine the other day, so I assume you like the sport? The cars?”

“I do, yes.”

“Why? What about the machine draws you to it?”

Niki is caught off guard by your question. He runs his tongue over his lips as he contemplates his answer. “It’s fascinating because of the thrill, because the line between life and death is being walked. The absoluteness and decisiveness, make one wrong decision and it could cost you your life. But for the car?” He moves his gaze to you, only to find your eyes locked onto his face. “It’s a deathtrap, really. But... it's made of thousands of little pieces of metal that all fit together. And when they come together they move and the engine purrs and you can feel it through your whole body. One thing wrong and you know because of the feel. Put the man and the car together and it’s-” he grunts. He shrugs after a pause. “All the poetry is bullshit,” he waves his fingers as if to dismiss himself.

“Niki?” He meets your eyes again. “That’s art. Every piece of metal that makes up those cars? It's in the brushstrokes of every painting; each color, each texture. By itself it has little meaning, but put it together-” you hold your hand up to the painting “-you get a masterpiece.”

He knows he should be looking at the portrait of the women on the bed, but he can’t help but look at you instead. “Tell me about this one,” Niki asks. His voice is hushed, the accent thick.

“This,” you sigh, “is Venus of Urbino. She was painted by Titian in the mid 16th century Renaissance period. A young woman preparing for marriage. It’s meant to be provocative. Look at her,” you point to her face, “look how she stares at you. It’s piercing. She wants you to see her. She’s not ashamed of her nakedness. Her skin, made of the softest porcelain. The slope of her breasts, the softness of her stomach and thighs. Her cheeks, rosy and flushed with life. Yet, she covers herself as if to show her innocence? Or perhaps it is the opposite - perhaps she really is displaying the ideal of the goddess of love, her namesake Venus, by touching herself intimately as a sign of self love. You can’t help but fall for her just a little bit.”

As he listens Niki realizes that he knows exactly what you speak of. That you are, in a way, his Venus of Urbino.

You make your way through the remaining rooms of the gallery, stopping to admire the art in each. As you stand admiring the carved stone of some age-old Roman hero your thoughts drift to the Austrian accompanying you. He stands on the other side of the statue reading the placard at its base. It strikes you that his dark curls are mirrored in the marble figure before you. In a way Niki is just like the carving - a strong willed man set out to complete some task that would bring glory to him. It makes you wonder if underneath his polos and patterned button ups if Niki truly is the living embodiment of this godly figure.

-

Each step you took felt like walking on pins and needles. The second the door to your suite closed behind you the shoes were being kicked off, a deep groan leaving you as you pushed your toes into the plush carpet. Niki had made his way over to the couch, clicking on the TV to a local news station. You head to the little bar cart in the corner of the main room. Selecting a nice red, you pour yourself a glass.

You hadn’t meant to spend the entire day at the gallery. All the colors and lines and brushstrokes pulled you in, captivating you to the preciseness of everything. The marble statues so lifelike it was as if you could caress the smooth lines; indent your fingers into the supple flesh as you would a lover. It wasn’t until a security guard informed you that the gallery was closing did you realize you had spent the entire day roaming the halls. Niki didn’t object once as you had dragged him from gallery to gallery. He listened dutifully as you explained different pieces and the artists and anything else relevant that came to your mind.

The television droned on. Niki sat perched on one end of the couch, his legs spread comfortably wide. For a flash you ponder what it would be like to drape yourself over his strong thighs. You take a large chug of the wine, as if it could chase away the uncouth thoughts of your faux-fiance. You stride over to the sofa and plop down. Without allowing yourself time to overthink it, you swing your legs to rest over his lap.

Niki makes a noise of surprise as you settle your legs over his thigh. He quickly moves past it, bringing his hand to delicately rest atop your ankle as he returns his attention back to the television. You watch him from where you lean against the arm of the couch. He’s focused so intently on the weather report as if it was the most important thing in the universe. His mouth is pursed in thought. You wonder if he knows just how precious it is when he chews on his smaller bottom lip, the flesh pulled taut between his protruding teeth.

A tickling sensation draws your eyes down. Ever so slowly his thumb brushes the boney skin of your ankle. The pads of Niki’s fingers are calloused with use, but send tingles up your spine. You don’t want the warm weight of his hand to leave you, so you draw it out. “Rub my feet, will you? They’re sore.”

“Maybe next time wear better shoes for walking. Heels are not good support.” Niki breaks away from the television to study you briefly. Nonetheless, he begins to massage along the soles of your aching feet.

“Mmm but they looked good with my outfit,” you give a pitiful frown.

“Yes,” slips out of his lips before he can stop himself. The movement of his hands falters a second before he resumes the press of his thumbs into the tender flesh. A faint pink dusts his cheekbones. In all honesty, you can feel the heat creep up your own neck at his admission.

“Tomorrow’s the big debut…” you trail off. Eyeing him over the rim of your glass you see his brows twitch. A warped image of the ring on your finger can be seen through the glass you hold.

Niki turns to face you. “Are you nervous?”

“Me?” you blow a puff of air out. “Never.” You tap the side of your wine glass once. Twice. The metal clinks where it connects. “But,” your mouth hangs open for a pause, “I do think we should get to know each other a little better beforehand. For the cover, of course,” rushes out.

“What do you want to know?” He twists his torso in your direction.

You decide to start off easy. “Favorite color?”

“Red.”

“Favorite food?”

He thinks for a beat. “Schnitzel with warm potato salad. My Oma made it for me when I was young.” A crooked smile breaks out on his face and you think it just might be the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nudge his leg with your toe, “maybe after all this is over you can make it for me.”

He scrunches his nose. “I can’t cook, not like that anyway.”

“What? Niki it’s 1978, you’ve got to learn how to cook for yourself,” you chuckle. “Your wife? girlfriend? does the cooking for you at home…?” You never thought to ask before if he was attached. You’d feel pretty shitty if you were constantly trying to flirt with a taken man, let alone for the less-than-wholesome thoughts you’ve had.

“No, no, there’s no one at home.” Niki flits his eye back to the television before he asks “and you? What’s your boyfriend have to say about all this?”

“Who says I’ve got a boyfriend?” His head whips back to you so fast you don’t know how he doesn’t break his neck. You hide your laugh behind your hand. “Nobody wants to be with a woman like me, Niki. I’m no housewife, obviously. Most people find my lifestyle a bit hard to keep up with, if not too emasculating for them. Speaking of - we need to set our story straight.”

“What do you mean?”

“How’d we meet, what do we like to do together, that kind of thing. For if we’re asked tomorrow.”

“I’m not sure,” he shrugs.

“Okay... well if you had to come up with something what would you say?” You’re honestly curious to what he can make up.

Niki thinks for a minute. What would be believable for the two of you? His mind drifted back to the museum earlier, the way you drifted from piece to piece, almost like a fairy or an angel. “Ah… I would say I first saw you at an art museum in Vienna that I am investing in and thought that I had to meet you, I had to meet this gorgeous woman. That you were more beautiful than any of the artwork they had in there. So I approached you and asked you for coffee. You say yes. We spend the next two weeks together and when it’s time for you to leave I ask you to stay. You do. Six months later I ask you to be my wife."

The ease at which he strings together the narrative is almost frightening. You don’t react right away, your silence causing anxiety to pit in his stomach. What if he had said something wrong? What if he had let on too much?

The story is simple yet charming. You swallow down the sudden longing you feel. But it’s all for the mission, for the cover story, you have to remind yourself. “Shit, Niki,” your soft laugh pierces the air. “You didn’t tell me you were a romantic. You sure you don’t have someone waiting back home?”

Niki’s lips turn down at your question. “I’m not… the easiest to get on with. That’s why they stuck me with that arschloch Hunt. I’m sure you have noticed by now.” He didn’t like for people to know how insecure he could really be. It was easier for him to just be frank with his thoughts and ideas; his tolerance for bullshit was low. Get in, get out, get it over with.

Leaning your head onto the back of the couch you ask “you want to know what I think?” He tilts his head expectantly. “I think,” you start, “that if people took the time to really sit down with you, they would get to know the real Niki. And if they don’t want to do that, then fuck ‘em,” you wave your now empty glass through the air.

The two of you talk about everything and nothing for hours. Where you went to school, your favorite music, hobbies, and more. Niki tells you the story of how he tried to get into racing when he was a teenager, but didn’t think he was quite good enough to make a full career out of it. You told him about how you almost joined a hippie commune in California when you first graduated high school. By the time you glanced at the clock it was nearly midnight.

With a yawn you stand up from the couch. “We should get sleep, tomorrow we need to be well rested.” Trailing around the couch you brush your hand along Niki’s shoulder, giving him a light squeeze. When you reach the door to the room you face back, telling him “sleep well, Niki.”

Despite how tired you are you toss and turn in bed most of the night; thoughts on tomorrow, thoughts on the man in the other room.

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[quietmyfearswith]

"If it's one of us that belongs in a museum for being a piece of art it's not me,”

for an asshole he sure is a smooth flirter hm? and i love that they’re getting to bond and know each other more!

[goldcoastsunset-deactivated2024]

to tie up my muse & “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop” with Baron Zemo 🥵

I FORGOT THE TIE UP PART BYE IM SO SORRY I JUST REALIZED

The trip to the ‘safe house’ had been difficult, especially knowing that at any point in time an Avenger or member of the Dora Milaje could take Zemo away.

But you’d both made it to the secluded beach house, it wasn’t as luxurious as some of the other houses Zemo had shown you - but it didn’t draw very much attention. Even at this state, it was nicer than your apartment anyway.

“How long do you think we have here?” You asked, sitting beside Zemo on the freshly made bed.

“Probably two or three weeks, I know they’re never going to stop looking.”

Zemo had narrowly escaped being captured by the Dora, while he was initially going to go see the memorial for his home one last time he didn’t account for your willingness to follow him. So, he changed his plans and ended up bringing you to different safe houses in different areas of the world - at least until he stopped finding out that the previous one had been raided the day after the two of you had left them.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, his arm easily wrapping around you as you pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.

“I won’t let them take you,”

“You might not have much of a choice.” He said, remorsefully as he stared at the wall in front of him. “I don’t understand why you came with me, you’ll be tried for aiding a fugitive with me.”

“Let them try me, I have nothing else in this world left to care about.”

The Blip had been hard on a lot of people, some people took it better than others. But you were stubborn, and you buried your head in field work you could get from SWORD or whichever Avengers had your phone number rather than worrying about the devastatingly large pit in your heart from remembering the time when half of the world was dead.

“It was foolish-“

“It was the only option, Zemo”. You pushed yourself up, beginning to pace around the room. It was the first time you hadn’t called him Helmut since you had run away with him.

Zemo stood up, grabbing your wrist into his hand and turning you to look at him. There were a million words racing through his mind, but as he looked at you the fury in his brain turned into lust.

His lips smashed against yours, your body instantly curving into his as you placed one of your hands in his soft hair, gently tugging on one of the strands as you felt him push you back against the wall.

Neither of you had any second thoughts as you broke apart only to remove your shirt, tugging his over his head as well before meeting in another firey kiss, not being able to get enough of the feeling of each other’s mouths.

Next were the pants, as you glided them down your thighs you paid little mind to Zemo undoing his belt and pulling his pants down as well.

You lifted one of your legs, resting against his hip as he rested a hand on your bum and lifted your other leg, you wrapping yourself around him as he pressed a kiss on your jaw, leaving a bite mark before trailing lower.

Zemo knew exactly where you were sensitive, and had no difficulty finding where he would leave marks to make you whimper. You couldn’t help but roll your hips against his as the moans started becoming more erratic.

Finally, Zemo tugged your panties down, tugging his own briefs down as well before lining his cock with your pussy, rubbing your clit for a moment.

He brought his face next to yours, his lips centimeters from your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

With that, he thrusted himself deep inside of you. A long whine left your throat, followed by a series of moans as he started to fuck you in a way that no other man ever had.

“Fuck, Helmut-“ You kissed his jaw, your lips moving up to his lips again as both of your moans fell into each other’s mouths.

He felt so good, but in your mind he always did. No matter how many times you had been with Zemo, the feeling never seemed tired to you. It always felt new, and better than the last time.

After a moment, Zemo moved one of his hands between your thighs as he started to massage your clit, your moans only growing louder as he did.

“Always so good for me, fuck-“ He felt you starting to tighten around him and slowed his thrusts.

You whined in frustration as you looked at him, but he had such a serious look on his face that you had to listen.

“I need you to understand that I cannot let anything happen to you. I lost everything I loved before, it can’t happen again.” He said, resting one of his hands on your cheek.

“Nothing is going to happen to either of us.” You affirmed, and while you could see a bit of doubt in his eyes, Zemo nodded.

“I hope that’s the truth.”

He started his thrusts again, and before long they were just as fast as they had been before. You pulled him into another kiss, before trailing your kisses down his neck, leaving marks just as he had done to you.

It didn’t take long for you to work back up to your orgasm as you cried out, your pussy tightening around him before finally you reached your climax, your head flying back as you started to see stars.

As you came down from your high you noticed that Zemo had moved you both, gently tossing you onto the bed as he followed.

You felt him pull you into a kiss before winking, “I’m not quite finished with you.”

[quietmyfearswith]

no cause i too would be willing to aide afugitive if he looked like this

[slutfornat]

Behave // H.Z

Warnings: kind of housewife kink, spit kink, exhibition, sir kink, cockwarming, dubcon?

Detka = babe

Mein Schatz = my sweetheart

Mein Haustier = my pet

Mein Puppe = my doll

You slowly walk against the wall before taking a step into the room, holding a gun just to see Helmut and two people that you don't recognise but feel familiar somehow.

"Put down the gun, Detka" he commands as you slowly follow his order, putting it to the side. Not a second later, you pull him into a hug, "I'm sorry, Hellie. I haven't seen you in years and then I heard something and I didn't realise it was you."

"It is fine, Mein Schatz. It has been years since I heard your voice" Helmut said, laying his head onto your forehead. "I have missed you truly."

He pulls away much to your disappointment, before gesturing to the other two men. "These, mein haustier, are Mr Wilson and Mr Barnes. You may know them as the falcon and the winter soldier, who both associated with Captain America" he explains.

"This is my girlfriend, y/n" Helmut introduces. Barnes laughs, "aren't you a little young for him? I mean you're, what, twenty?"

Looking to the Baron for permission to talk to them, he nods and you say "I'm twenty-seven but because of the blip, I appear twenty-two. Besides I don't think you have a say in the matter since you're over hundred yet look forty."

Later on, the four of you sat in the living room, you being in your place on Helmut's lap as he played with your hair. Just then, he pushes up your skirt and you know what is about to happen.

"Hellie, please. Not in front of them, please, sir" you beg quietly, tears threatening to fall from the humiliation as Sam and Bucky look to the two of you.

As much as you wanted- no. Needed him in you soon, you didn't want to do it in front of them, not matter how attractive the two are.

"I thought you wanted to be a good host especially since you were so rude to Barnes earlier, were you not?" he said. "He started it, sir" you whine.

He sends a slap to your thigh, "don't whine, only brats whine". "I'm sorry, i'll be a good girl, promise" you apologise as Helmut pulls your panties down you legs.

You hide your face in his shoulder as you try to hide the shame. He whispers into your ear, "from now on, you don't wear panties anymore, mein puppe."

You nod and turn around slightly to see Bucky and Sam staring you up and down. "C'mon, puppe. Bounce on my cock like a good pet" Helmut instructs, slapping your bare ass hard enough to leave a sting.

Following his orders, you bounce up and down on him, feeling your climax come closer so you move faster as Hellie grips your hips tightly.

Your eyes close as you come and slow down just for Helmut to say, "faster, detka. Just because you've come doesn't mean it's over". As you continue moving, his thumb comes up to your lips, signalling for you to open up.

With his thumb in your mouth, you suck whilst trying to keep up a steady pace before he pulls his thumb away. "Mouth stays open, liebling" Helmut commands before spitting in your mouth, "swallow it, schatz."

When you swallow he groans, "good girl". He lets his grip slightly as you feel him cum in you and you nearly sigh that you don't have to continue in front of them.

Just as you are pulling up your panties, Hellie stops you and says "what do you think you're doing, pet? You need to make our guests feel welcome here."

[quietmyfearswith]

fuck me this was hot! i thought zemo would have not wanted to sure the reader with sam and bucky but he is a man of surprises, no?

[buckyownsmylife]

Finding You #5 - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy finally gets his chance to have you.

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Specific warnings for this part: Warnings: smut, anal sex, anal play, rimming, oral sex (f), begging, unprotected sex

Andy’s P.O.V.

“Oh, sorry!” Her voice was small when she walked into my room with a pile of laundry, stepping dead on her tracks upon finding me fresh out of the shower, with just some boxers on. “I-I thought you were out on a run with Steve.”

Chuckling, I shook my head and forced myself to focus on the clothing she held, offering to take it from her hands so I could pick out something to wear - something she had washed herself.

“Nah. Not today, at least.” She hummed noncommittally, standing awkwardly by the door as if she didn’t want to leave but couldn’t think of an excuse to stay. I had to bite down a smile while my heartbeat accelerated at the prospect of what could happen in the next few minutes.

She’d been with us for almost a week now and she didn’t run away anymore, whenever we were alone in a room together. I could see her getting more comfortable with us, with the idea of being with Frank and I (and not only with Steve) each day.

So I figured it was time to put my theory to test.

“Come in, you don’t have to stand all the way there.” I provided her with a reason to stay, and even though her eyes brightened at the proposition, she still remained by the door, fiddling with her hands.

“Are you sure? I can leave.” Shrugging, I sat on the edge of my bed and patted the spot next to me.

“I’m not busy. And even if I were… I’d never be too busy for you, sweetheart.” I don’t know if it was the reassurance or the pet name, but she visibly melted, mirroring my soft smile as she finally found the courage to step further inside the bedroom until she was sitting right next to me.

I took a few seconds to take in the image of her perched up on my bed, the way she looked so beautiful yet so unassuming. This was already so much closer to how I’d dreamed of having her ever since I set sight in the sleeping figure in Steve’s arms.

“So, how are you liking it here?” I’d asked almost the same thing a few days ago and I wanted her to know that I still cared. I would always care. It would always be my responsibility to make sure she was comfortable and it was one I was eager to fulfill.

She inhaled deeply before answering me. “It might seem weird…” She started, “… but I really do like it here. I was so lonely before Steve found me in the woods. Being with you all… It’s like being a part of a family.”

Grinning, I pulled her closer until her legs were over my lap and I could nuzzle her neck. “That’s because we are a family, silly bunny. You’re our omega and we’re going to take such good care of you… You’ll never feel lonely again. Ever.”

When the tears started rolling down her cheeks, that’s when I felt my heart grow twice its size. “Oh, honey…” I cooed, rubbing her back as she clinged to my shirt. “Fuck, I want you so badly.”

It escaped me without much thought. I only realized because her sobs instantly stopped, her head lifting away from my chest so she could look me in the eye.

I was scared I had offended her - talking about my desire when she was opening herself up to me. I was scared I had scared her away, but what she said to me then assured me that hadn’t been the case at all.

“I want you too.” Her back was on the bed before either of us could process it. She spread her legs for me to settle between them almost instinctively and I took advantage of it, trapping her between the soft mattress and my body.

I knew she could feel my cock, hard and throbbing against her stomach, but that was the least of my concerns for now. There was something I was eager to explore: her mouth. So I possessed it, slowly and sensually opening her lips to accept my tongue, groaning at the sweetness I’d had the littlest chance to taste a few days before.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. So I focused on her kiss, and it was only after she pulled me away by my hair to catch her breath that I even realized she had tangled her fingers in my strands, her other hand clawing at my back.

“It’s so big,” she panted, looking down between us so there was no mistake as to what she was referring to. I couldn’t hold back my chuckle this time, kissing all over her face, the joy spreading over my chest too much for me to take.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You’re scared, darling?” He teased me and although the amusement was clear in his voice, I was still too focused on his member to join his laughter. It wasn’t as long as Steve’s incredibly generous cock but it seemed thicker… Or maybe it was just my anxiety, my fear of not being good enough for him or for Frank.

“A little bit…” I admitted. “I want you but… I don’t even know how Steve manages to fit inside of me!” A shiver went up his body, much to my surprise. When he opened his eyes again, they were considerably darker, reminiscent of how his older brother looked the night he changed my life.

“Shit, you really are innocent, huh?” He questioned, and all I could think to do was nod. I was still exploring his hardness, my hand curled over his member through the fabric of his sweatpants. “So… does this mean that you’ve never taken anyone… here?”

I gasped when his hand slipped beneath my body to grab my ass. Of course, I knew what he meant, but I couldn’t find the words to speak anymore. How could I tell him no when one syllable felt like the most impossible task I’d ever performed?

My reaction was my answer and he was intelligent enough to apprehend it. Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned over me to kiss my jaw, licking a path down to my ear where he whispered, “Do you want me to take you there?”

Just the thought of trying to fit him there was enough to have me panting. I wasn’t turned off by it, surprisingly. If anything, I’d never been more wanting, my wetness overbearing, ruining the panties I’d risked wearing for the first day in ages since I knew Steve wouldn’t be around to bend me over the sofa and have his way with me.

It seemed like I’d have to get used to skipping underwear altogether, from now on.

“C’mon, bunny…” He brushed a kiss on my cheek, his warm breath eliciting goosebumps all over my body. “If you let me fuck this pretty ass, you’ll be able to take all of us at once. Don’t you want to give yourself to us, fully?”

I did. Oh, God! I did. But the idea was so sinful… Once again, the simple syllable of a “yes” felt like it would take an insurmountable work to pronounce. And this time, Andy wasn’t as willing to let me off the hook…

“I’m gonna need to hear you say it, honey…” He teased me by rubbing his thumb under my lower lip, but I quickly captured it in my mouth, sucking it in the effort to find some comfort and verbalize my desires.

The groan he let out at the gesture was what encouraged me to let go of his digit and whine, “Yes, Alpha. Please, you can fuck my ass. I just… I need you…” Bunching up his shirt as I tried to rub myself up against him, I watched how his nostrils flared, the evidence of how badly he was trying to reel himself in and not just pounce on me at the spot.

I knew the title was part of it. I’d come to learn about the effect of calling an Alpha by his presentation when the overwhelming impulse took over me while Steve had me bent over the bed, railing me as I tore off the sheets I’d just washed. If I had thought he’d been brutal up until then, it was nothing compared to how he fucked me once I recognized our connection.

“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about seeing you suck my cock?” I shook my head, biting down on my lip to stop a smirk from taking over my face at being able to provoke the exact reaction I’d been hoping for. “Another day,” he promised, although his eyes kept fixated on my mouth. “Today, I want to make sure you’re prepared for us whenever you want to take us, bunny.”

Nodding, I licked my lips in anticipation right as his hands slipped underneath the straps of my dress, starting to take it off of me. “You’ll… You’ll make sure it’ll fit?” I had to ask, growing more nervous with every inch of my skin that became exposed to him, but also more eager. He could hear it in my voice, my desire and anticipation, but he still stopped his careful motions to rest his forehead against mine and warn me, “I’m not stopping until every inch of my cock is inside that tight little asshole, honey.”

The needy whine that left my lips was barely even human and it prompted him to speed us his actions, revealing my body to him before he pulled away just enough to get rid of his own clothes, as well.

“Oh, you’re so wet, sweetheart…” He breathed out right against my cunt as he lowered himself to be eye-level with it. “Are you always this wet around me?” I didn’t need to look down to see his smirk, I could hear it in his voice. He knew this was biological, my need for him, but we also knew it ran deeper than that.

There was something that connected me to these men who had been strangers not so long ago. No one seemed to know what it was but they didn’t question it, so why would I fight it? “Yes…” I confessed, knowing that I always struggled with the overwhelming wetness that ruined anything I wore whenever I was near him.

His grin against my spread-out pussy was all the answer I got at first, right as his tongue stuck out to run between my lower lips. Gasping, I bunched up the sheets underneath me, rutting my hips up in search of more, in need of more: of his mouth, of whatever he had to offer.

Andy’s P.O.V.

“Pretty little pussy knows who owns her…” I hummed, licking a stripe up her wetness. She was as sweet as I always imagined. Even more so. “God, I’m so glad Steve found you…” A garbled, choking sound escaped her, catching my attention as I opened my eyes so I could check on her, see if she was as ruined as she sounded.

The strongest feeling of pride filled my chest upon verifying that she indeed was. “Shh… It’s okay,” I tried to calm her down when she lost control of the lower half of her body and began rubbing her delicious sweet cunt against me, in search of more friction. “I’m here to take care of you now, bunny. Let me do my job properly. Let your Alpha take care of you.”

I ate her out until she was gushing around me, drenching me in her essence. I’d never known hunger such as this before. I wasn’t a starved man before I set sight on the omega before me, got to know her.

Maybe I should be scared of the intensity of my need. I knew that’s what ran through Ransom’s mind right now, but I couldn’t care less if needing someone this badly made me vulnerable.

I was relishing in this experience.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered against her pussy as she stopped clenching around my tongue, lazily lapping up her release as I needed her to remain as messy as possible if I wanted to fuck her ass. But still, I couldn’t find it in myself to part from her taste.

So instead, I licked lower and lower, until I was running my muscle over the tight ring of muscles in between her cheeks, grinning widely at her surprised yelp. It was so much better to hear her moans from between her legs instead of a few doors down.

The previous days had been plain torture, listening to her and Steve like some creep because it was the only way I could come close to satisfy my desire.

Those days were gone now. I didn’t have to imagine anymore, I knew what she felt like. And pretty soon, I’d own every part of her. I had my tongue inside her cunt now. Wasn’t long until I explored all of her.

“Shh, honey…” I whispered, trying to calm down her cries, as much as I loved to hear them. I knew my brothers would be home soon and as much as I knew I’d have to share her eventually, right now all I wanted was the chance to get to know her alone. “Wouldn’t want to be interrupted before I have the chance to fuck this pretty ass, huh?”

Running a finger down her cunt, I lubricated the hole I wanted to fuck with some of her overwhelming wetness, licking my lips at the sight of her adjusting to the first knuckle I buried in her.

“Breathe, sweetheart…” I had to remind her, noticing how her muscles had all tensed up in expectation. Even though she was nervous - and that much was understandable - it was surprising how well she was taking my cautious exploration. Soon enough, I was knuckle deep inside of her. “So good for me…” I groaned when she started to fuck herself back on my finger.

“More,” she whined, and I swore to God I was about to have a heart attack. This woman would be the death of me.

“Shit, hold on.” Gathering some more of her juices that were still steadily dripping from her pussy, I started to squeeze in another digit next to the one I already had inside of her. “I need to do this slowly, bunny. I have to stretch you out real good so you’ll get used to having one of us in here all the time…”

“No, please!” She whined, thrashing around the bed, forcing both of my fingers fully inside of her with her constant moving. “Just fuck me, please, Alpha! I need you!” Inhaling sharply, I relented, pulling my fingers from her to watch her hole slowly close up while I scrambled to press my cock in it.

“Hold still, honey,” I seized her by the hips, trying to control her movements so I could do this in a way that wouldn’t hurt her. And then I closed my eyes, welcoming the deep bliss that I knew I would never get used to, it wouldn’t matter how many times I used her to get off. “Fuck.”

It was the sweetest type of torture, slowly inching my cock inside of her until I had bottomed out in that cute little ass. I was glad I had decided to take her like this instead of on her stomach, since it meant I could watch her reactions for any signs of discomfort, even though none were in sight.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I reassured her as I started to move, and when her hands flew up to curl around my forearms, I immediately froze, not realizing her movements were for a different reason.

“No, no!” She pleaded, trying to force me to keep moving on top of her. “Don’t stop, Alpha! Please!” A smile opened up in my face, happiness taking over me as I began to really fuck her.

“Yeah?” I grinned, watching her every reaction, taking notes, memorizing it. “You happy? Am I making my pretty omega happy and satisfied?” The loud moan she let out in the blurry forms of a yes had me groaning, my hips already faltering.

“Oh, harder!” She pleaded. “Please, Andy! Please!” Somehow, I felt my cock expanding at her begging and I closed my eyes for a second to try to gather my thoughts. I knew an omega’s body was made to take us, but holy shit.

But perhaps it wasn’t just that. Perhaps she truly was as desperate for me as I had been for her, waiting for her to feel comfortable enough by my side so we could connect like this. “Fuck, yes,” I roared, quickening my movements to fuck her more roughly. “Take it.”

I ran my hands up her body, stopping to play with her nipples, licking my lips at the sight. “This is where you belong now. My pretty Omega. You’re gonna be ours forever.” When she came with a scream, I knew there was no stopping me from releasing my load inside her little hole, so I leaned down to kiss her until we had both calmed our frantically beating hearts, relishing in the aftermath of the best moment of my life.

“Stay here,” I whispered once she tried to move away, probably expecting me to kick her out of bed so she’d go sleep with Steve. Well, he couldn’t monopolize her every night anymore, and the thought brought me joy like nothing else. “Let me hold you.”

I couldn’t believe that I officially had my omega now, safe in my embrace. Her body was relaxed, eyelids dropping and I knew she was tired, but I also knew she couldn’t rest easy yet - not as long as she didn’t have all of her Alphas with her.

“Andy,” she called out before I could ask what she needed me to do to help her. “Do you know how to sing?” Chuckling, I deposited a quick kiss to her temple before I confessed, “For you, I can try.”

[quietmyfearswith]

No cause andy was equal parts sweet snd needy to the reader and that was cute and hot 🥺