for the sleepover tonight! zemo needs an heir, you need money. you agree to marry him in exchange for birthing a child and divorcing several months after. only you've grown feelings and now you don't want to leave him
um let’s not worry that I made this pure angst/fluff
Adalgisa | feminine
origin: German
meaning: Noble, precious promise
Since the full name didn’t exactly roll off the tongue, you usually called her Addy; sometimes Gigi because it made her giggle.
You hoped she would never know how true her name’s meaning really was, that she was the result of a contractual agreement between you and her father. By now you had the contract memorized, since you read it every time you couldn’t sleep: In essence, it said that you and Helmut could divorce as soon as the child was done breastfeeding and that you would get ample visitation to go with your handsome compensation.
But as the time approached, you couldn’t imagine leaving her now; that much was clear as you looked down at where she’d fallen asleep on your chest. You stroked your fingers over her curls, admiring the innocence of her peaceful expression. And then you looked at your husband sleeping beside you, his arm limply draped over both of you... and you couldn’t imagine leaving him, either. That was the part you didn’t expect.
Of course you’d known that there was a decent chance this whole thing would backfire, but your plan in that case was just to flee with the child and raise her without knowledge of her birthright. But, that was all assuming that the reason it would backfire would be too much love for the kid, and/or the Baron being exactly as controlling and cold as he seemed at first. After all, who needs a contract to have a child?
The last three years with him brought so much more clarity than you could’ve imagined. From the beginning he was so gentle with you, more patient than he needed to be, even when he was a bit aloof and so deeply reserved. You never wanted for anything... well, that’s not totally true. Every night you wanted his touch, longed for more than what a contract required, and you could never tell if he really had any affection for you if he just wanted to make you comfortable while he did his best to get you pregnant.
When you found out he’d done it after all, you didn’t tell him right away (even though that was in direct violation of the contract). You weren’t ready for him to stop touching you, you weren’t ready for how he would treat you when intimacy no longer served a purpose. Of course, your moral compass got the better of you before he could actually take you to bed again; you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him go through with it when you knew it was under false pretenses.
“Wait,” you gasped as he kissed down your neck, pushing his hands away from where they had begun to tenderly spread your legs.
“Is everything alright?” he breathed, pulling back to stare down at you. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I-- I’m fine,” you stammered.
“Should I stop?” he pressed, looking a bit conflicted as his gaze scanned your body; clearly he would stop if you said to, but at the same time, his own desperation was apparent. It was rare for someone normally as collected as him.
“Well, you don’t need to, but you might want to when I tell you...” you trailed off.
“Tell me what?”
You chewed on your lip. “Helmut... I’m pregnant.”
His eyes went wide and you looked away, guilt burning in your gut. “How... how long have you...?”
“Just a few days, I should’ve told you as soon as I knew but I was scared--”
“Scared of what?”
Scared that you’d never kiss me again, you immediately thought to yourself. Scared that the last time was the last time-- I would’ve done it different if I had known it was the last time. I would’ve held you closer, I would’ve loved you harder; I would’ve made sure that even if you were going to throw me once it was all over, that you would never forget me.
“I... don’t know.”
“Darling,” he whispered, “it’s wonderful. This is wonderful. You’re so... you’re beautiful.”
He leaned down again to give you a slow kiss, the softest smile pressing against your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing a bit.
“I can’t believe it,” he mumbled. “In the best way, I mean.”
His hand ventured down to your belly where he let it rest as he stared in awe. You both spent a moment in that silence together, and the energy shifted slightly as he looked up at you again.
“Darling...”
“Yes, Helmut?”
“May I make love to you?” he asked, lowering his voice. The question caught you off-guard, and made a sting of need hit between your legs. “I know we don’t need to, since you’re already... and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want this, but--”
“Yes,” you answered quickly. “I want you, please.”
I love you, you wanted to say, but he kissed you before you could.
And then the pregnancy... finally that hard shell began to crack as he watched your bump grow. He became so doting, and not just by kissing and rubbing your belly or talking about the baby; he kissed you, too, and with more love in his eyes than you knew what to do with. You decided not to let yourself wonder if he loved you back; you could barely admit that you loved him in the first place.
When Addy was born, you realized you’d never known how beautiful family could feel. But now it was everything to you; now you were this baby’s entire world, and she was yours, and Helmut was absolutely enamored with her.
“Spending some quality time with your baroness, huh?” you chuckled as you walked in on him dancing around to an old record with the baby on his hip.
“Darling, you’re my baroness,” he clarified, and you had not expected the effect those words would have on you. “She’ll gain the title when she’s older. For now she’s just my little heiress.”
And now that she was almost two, she was undeniably a daddy’s girl in return. Not that she didn’t love you, obviously, but she was so spoiled by him. It was sort of a rarity that she was sleeping on you tonight and not him; in fact, it was normally him that let her into your bed when she was meant to be sleeping in her nursery.
Tears welled in your eyes as you realized that you absolutely could not leave. Maybe you could survive a divorce from the man you were secretly in love with, but you couldn’t move out. You couldn’t be away from her, from this. It wasn’t just a man and a woman and a child. It wasn’t just a Baron and his contractually-obligated wife and their means-to-an-end child.
The three of you were the Zemo family now. And you loved being a part of it so much.
“Helmut,” you whispered, seeing him jolt from his sleep.
“Is everything okay?” he asked before he was even completely awake. “Are you safe?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” you laughed softly. “I was just wondering if I should take her to her room.”
“I’ll do it,” he offered, starting to sit up. “You don’t have the finesse it takes to carry her without waking her up.”
You frowned, but didn’t protest because you knew he was right. He carefully lifted her sleeping body off of you and leaned her onto his shoulder as he carried her out and down the hall. You waited in darkness and silence for his return, imagining what you might say when he came back.
I love you.
I want to get out of the contract.
I think we should stay married.
All worthy contenders, but when he came back to bed empty-handed, none of them seemed to come out of your mouth even when you opened it to speak.
“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered, turning away as he pulled the blankets up over himself.
I love you, you wanted to say it so much, it was so fucking close to your lips but you came up silent. I love you I love you I love you. “Goodnight,” you heard yourself say instead.
Maybe you’d find the courage to tell him tomorrow, before it was too late. But then again, that was the last thought you’d had every night for the past year.
just a thot. but scott would be the best sugar daddy. he'd always be in checking on you and worrying you about you. it's so hard to tell yourself you don't love him. that he's just being kind
Oh, my goodness! Please, talk to me about sugar daddy!Scott.
God, would he spoil you. It doesn't matter what you want, he makes it happen because that's how much he cares. The gifts are a perk. The check-ins and making sure you're eating and getting enough rest are the things that matter.
He replaced your bed so you could sleep better. Well, the nights you're at home. Your favorite snacks and drinks are stocked up. He doesn't want you to be without anything. He wants to take care of you.
But it doesn't mean anything, right? He's a kind man and he's making sure his investment is well in hand. Any sugar baby of his would receive that treatment, right?
I'm loving your mobsters so far!! The drama and smut is 🥴🥴
Do you have any other men planned for us to fall in love with?
Aaaww, first of all I’m glad you’re enjoying them as much as I do, so thank you for being on this journey with me. We’ve talked about these assholes and their feisty felines on numerous occasions. So alright! You want them all don’t you? I know I want all of them, so why not.
I’ll give you little snippets for the ones I already have something for. That includes all mobsters and bikers plus some of the legal management team. Hopefully I’m keeping enough easter eggs for me and not spilling too much on all of their journeys.
Let's give @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog a round of applause for reading this over for me, but all mistakes are still my own. Divider is by @firefly-graphics
This is not in any particular order of release, though I’ll give you the first one that will be released next month after a heavy edit. So let’s start with Curtis shall we.
Warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit sexual content, explicit language, coercion, corruption, biker business, mob business, torture methods, oral (f+m receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, unprotected sex, BDSM elements, sleazy pick up lines, throat grabbing and just to be sure DubCon.
By clicking keep reading you are over 18+ ^ please respect the 18+ boundary, we say it for good reason.
Curtis Everett x Duchess
“Curtis?” You asked, taking in your surroundings, he didn’t respond, just took off his jacket and started to unbutton his blue shirt. “Curtis? What are we doing here?”
“Take off your heels.” He demanded
“Cur-,” without even blinking once he stood in front of you. Your jaw firmly gripped in his calloused hand.
“I said, take off your heels.” His eyes pierced yours, with bated gaze you kicked off your heels. “Get rid of the dress too while you’re at it.”
“We’re not doing this Curtis.” Your voice trembled with uncertainty.
“Take it off and put this on.” He grabbed your wrist and placed his light blue shirt in your hand.
“Can you unzip me?” You asked as you struggled with the zipper. He nodded, his hands slid down your spine with calculated intention. He was slow and didn’t rush the process. It made you feel vulnerable in the moment, what would he be thinking?
You couldn’t help but smile when he grunted as he reached the bottom on your lower back. You always knew he was interested in you, making those obscene comments. You hated them, but you loved them at the same time. He turned around, giving you your privacy.
Slipping out of your dress you shrieked at the arms wrapped around your neck. Your hands clutching his arm, your spiked nerves calming at the smell of his bergamot, cedar and pepper scent.
“Never assume you’re safe. Remember to always watch your back.” He whispered in your ear. He let you go circling your body. “Welcome to your fight lesson, because Colin did a shit job at protecting you.”
Mr. Freezy x Teacup
The sound emitting from his balls slapping against your cunt. The blood drained from your knuckles at the vice grip of the sheets. With each rut your body shuddered with the building electricity. Sparks being sent to your core as his pounds started to feel heavenly making you keen into the mattress.
His irregular pounds made you whine as the loss of your builded orgasm. You bit your lip at the fast ruts when he stilled and pushed in once.
“Stop playing games.”
Your words were rewarded with him pulling you up by your hair making you wince at the pull on your roots. His uneven breathing while he gathered strength to give you a reply. He grunted as you rocked your hips trying to get him to move and being frustrated enough when he faltered his pace and stilled entirely.
“You’re mine to play with, remember, teacup.”
He bottomed out manhandling you onto the mattress, turning your body swiftly. Your legs spread over his thighs as you watched his face carefully. Not knowing where his mind was always frustrated you beyond measure.
His tip teased your fluttering hole, ready for him to push through your walls and take him deep inside.
Your hands grabbed the sheets as he single-handedly pushed in one go, leaning forward resting his hands beside your head. His lips hovered over yours as you held a strong eye connection. Deep single ruts drilled into your channel as you gasped with each stroke.
“Want to keep talking, teacup?” You tried to conform a sentence, but as you opened your mouth his vicious rut pushed harshly in. Your head falling back and biting down on your lip suppressing the mewl that took your soul to another level. “That’s what I thought.”
Nick Vaughan x Turtle
“Are you going to fuck me like you hate me?”
“I am going to do so much worse.”
With ease he had unbuckled you and had pinned your body underneath him. The ripped sound of your laced panties entered your ears, making your body arch into him when he slid his fingers through your folds.
“That’s what I thought.” Nick grinned. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”
“I’m not asking you for shit trumpet boy.” You growled, stilling as your hand met his cheek. Shocked by your own reaction you laid there staring at him observing his eyes and features. Debating if you should apologise or continue the mood you were in.
His jaw clenched while you could see the dark storm in his eyes. At the speed of light he had pulled himself free, lining himself up at your entrance. Agonisingly slow pushing in, leaning down breathing soft moans into your ear. “10 minutes is enough time for your legs to give out.”
You wailed at his last words as he gave you a rough rut of his hips. Keeping you on edge fastening and slowing down his rhythm as he saw fit. Every time you started to tremble he changed his pace.
“Does that feel good?” He questioned, the slow quiver in his voice told you he was enjoying this more than you’d thought. “Oh goddamn. So tight.” He moaned out as he angled his hips, stretching your soft walls. You keened at the right spots stroked with each push and pull, turning to face away from him not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart under him. He gripped your jaw, stopping you and forcing you to look back at him. “Good girl.” He breathed out.
“Nick.” You whined lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.
“I know, I fucking love you.” He groaned burying his face into your neck, sucking bruises into the skin. “God, you make me feel so much, so alive. Touch me. When. Oh fuck.” His incoherent words made you lose thought of where you were and why this even happened. “Let’s face it, I need you turtle.” With every snap of his hips you breathed and groaned down your ear. As his rhythm steadied and allowed you the orgasm building under his words and ministrations.
“Feeling better?” He asked, you nodded slowly feeling his warm cum dribble out of you. “Good girl.”
Hayden (harvard hottie) x female reader
You dragged your feet over the sidewalk. Thankful for darkness as you knew you were being paranoid and frantically looking around you. The small sleepy body firmly against your chest, covered by the torn up blanket you had taken.
She felt so heavy on your fragile body, not being used to carrying around weight anymore, being fed only not to starve. Kept only to be abused. You swallowed hard, suppressing your feelings and emotions.
Block after block passed as you stepped on the concrete underneath you. Sirens passing with speed and urgency. Your feet were cold and heavy as you rushed further into the streets. Darkness looming, terrifying you even more. You had tried to escape once before and he caught you eventually.
Your thoughts interrupted when the small girl squirmed in your tight hold. The only thing worth doing was to keep going and not give up on this fight. You ignored the stares of the few people you passed by. It didn’t matter what they thought, you couldn’t care less if they thought you were homeless.
You repositioned the tiny body in your arms, the torn blanket falling to the floor. You went to bend over, but was met by a hand. Looking into his eyes you swallowed hard, he narrowed his eyes looking at you and the small child in your arms.
“What are you doing out so late?” He questioned holding out the dropped blanket.
“Thank you.” You accepted, covering up the baby girl as she let out a few whines of discomfort. Your eyes followed the patches on his leather vest, SGT at Arms. You tried to pass the biker in front of you, but he stepped aside and blocked your way.
You needed to get away from him, you knew he had relations to the infamous biker gang. Standing here and talking to one made you anxious and nervous. Your wide eyes looked at him, but you knew he knew. The toothpick rolled between his teeth, looking you up and down.
“I have to go.” You croaked mentally cursing yourself for showing your faltered confidence.
“What you found there Mace?” You heard over his shoulder. Your body stilled at the sound, your eyes welling up with the sudden relief. Never in a million years had you thought to hear that voice again.
Syd x Lemon
“What was your business with Weiss?” Syd demanded
“Why?”
“He’s on Barber’s books.” He frowned looking concerned
“Why does their business concern you?”
“Lemon, stop being stupid, I work for them, well sort of. Andy is my uncle and ever since Steve was put in charge of their security.” It was like something clicked and he shook his head. “What was Weiss doing at the club?”
“Stop!” You whined
“In order to protect you I have to know your business.”
“You’ll judge me.” You felt the shame rise as your gaze dropped to your feet.
A heavy sigh came from his body. “I swear I won’t. I couldn’t judge you - knowing the work I do. It would be hypocritical.” Your eyes shot up at the confession. “My hands aren’t that clean and I’m guessing yours aren’t either.”
“If you’re suggesting that I murdered someone, no.” You shook your head
“But you do sell your body to the highest bidder.”
Your lower lip quivered trying to keep the tears from falling. Suddenly you felt dirty and cheap.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you’re doing the best you can.” Syd whispered. “Not to mention a scantily clad woman like yourself shouldn’t be fooling around with guys like me.”
Steve Rogers x Psych
“Are you done, psych?” Steve questioned as he unfolded his arms.
“Done? Are you kidding me Rogers? I’m just getting started.” You spoke, pointing an accusing finger at him. You were taken aback when he gripped your throat lightly. Pulling you close to him, leaning into your ear.
“I asked; are you done?” His tone low held a dark clouded warning.
“And I told you - no.” The reply seemed easy, but you swallowed hard at the thickened air.
“Pick a number between 1 and 10.”
“Steve, stop playing fucking games.” You tried hitting his chest, but his grip on your throat seemed ironclad without applying any of the pressure.
“Pick. A. Number.”
“Fine, 9.”
“Now multiply that number by three!” He straightened himself out, looking at you, watching your facial features change from confusion to realisation. “Now. You’re going to take these spanks like the good girl I know you are.”
Frank Adler x Vet reader
Halloween night, not one of your favourites. Lynette had dragged you out to her usual hangout spot, having to do something with a big party and your recent break-up. According to her it had nothing to do with whatever guy she was dating now and ditched you for at this party. As you swallowed the beer you contemplated the investment in someone else. four years of your life wasted on another, when the prospect never really was going to work out.
The only positive you hadn’t paid for a single drink all night. Tossing them back to drown the misery of being stuck at this party. You made your way through the thick crowd as you came back from the toilets. The hunt for a drink started, but you bumped into something. Almost falling to the floor, but breaking the fall as you were pulled up by your arms.
“Thank you.” You gave him a thankful smile.
“You should watch where you’re going.”
“I’m sorry. Can I offer you a drink?” It was the least you could do for spilling his drink. His calm presence made you feel at ease when he nodded to accept your offer. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A biker?”
“I am a biker, yes.” He seemed thrown off at your question like it hadn’t been obvious.
“The jacket is really cool and looks very authentic.”
“Just adds to the outfit.” He shrugged
“Yes it looks good, but we’re both so lame though.”
“Why? Because you came dressed as a doctor?”
“Not just any doctor, an animal doctor.” You clinked his beer bottle with yours. Tipping you head and nodding his way.
“You’re a vet?” He questioned followed by a laugh. “Your costume is lame indeed.”
“Says the biker.” You joined in with his laughter. “Probably the last piece left on the rack to go bar hopping and picking up chicks.”
“So far the charm is working on you.” He raked your body making you feel exposed to the intense look. “Frank.” He held out his hand, waiting for you to accept.
Jake Jensen x Notes
You watched the man being tied to the chair by his ankles. His hand held down on the small table in front of him.
“You know what we want.” Steve growled, grabbing a fistful of hair.
“I don’t know; I don’t have any information.”
“Give me the names.” Steve’s tone increased in volume as you could see him rage. It was like he had flipped a switch.
“I don’t..” the plea started again, a tortured scream filled the ear. The sound uncomfortably pierced your ears, making your blood run cold. You watched a knife wielding through the skin. “No, no, no, please.”
The broken shovelling of the chair heard as it screeched on the surface, while the captured was being de-fingered. You winced at the unwilling watch, flinching at the screams as they penetrated your ears. This was normal business as they claimed territory. Marking it with their brutal tactics.
The pained sounds as the blood poured from the intentional cut body parts made your skin crawl. The horrified actions were caught on camera. You knew it was wrong to have it on film, but this was the evidence you needed to nail down the bikers for good. The newspaper headlines were already being printed inside your head. Your mind was already celebrating the downfall by doing a victory lap as your feet dragged you away from the scene.
Johnny Storm x Donut
“So you want me to give the next person that walks through those doors a blowjob?”
“I dared you too, so yes.” Johnny smiled. “Or flash that pretty pink cunt of yours and play with it.”
As if on cue Colin entered the confined wooden space. You heard Johnny snicker and rolled your eyes before giving him a glare.
“You are so lucky, donut.” Johnny snorted. “I was hoping for some old fat man.”
Colin gave you both a confused look making Johnny fully lose it. You cringed on the spot, but there was no backing out of this bet without it coming with massive repercussions and knowing Johnny it was probably daring and embarrassing beyond.
“I fucking hate you.” You gave Johnny a glare.
“Flame on.” He laughed, pouring some water on the hot stones. The mist rose as the evaporating water steamed the sauna.
Johnny watched you contemplating on what to do. Taking your time you heard him clear his throat. Whipping your head back, pulling the towel over your body to shield it. He tutted at your move as if he knew you would make a run for it.
“Colin?” He started, giving you a cocky smirk before looking back at Colin. “Would you rather receive a blowjob or watch a girl finger herself?”
“Seriously? That’s a tough one.”
“You’re seriously considering answering this?” Your eyes widened, Coling didn’t even seem fazed by Johnny’s question.
“He asks me these weird questions all the time.” Colin shrugged. “Tough one. Is this relationship ongoing? A one time thing?”
You groaned at the extra questions, wanting out of the sauna.
“Let’s say a one time things.” Johnny grinned
“Let’s say never gonna happen.” You intervened
“I think as a one time thing, I’d want the most out of it. Make it last for hours. I’ll watch her play with her pussy.” Colin grinned. “So gorgeous, how about you open those legs and let us watch.”
“You fuckers. I’m out.” You cursed standing up, the idiots had played you. You shouldn’t have been surprised. Colin and Johnny had been two peas in a pot.
Why would Johnny even be into you? All it had been was a drunken night at the club with flirtatious remarks having ended between his sheets. towel being grasped from your clutch. Your unbalanced frame stumbling over ending in Johnny’s lap.
“Hello gorgeous, not the cock you were dared to swallow, but I’ll happily let you.”
“If this is your way of charming your way into my heart you’re wrong.” You pushed off from his chest, yanking the towel from his hands wrapping it around your body. He had made you feel so humiliated, not knowing when he should stop. You caught Colin’s look and he looked apologetic about his comment. “You’re fine Colin, it’s all Johnny’s fault.”
Colin Shea x Tiny
Your eyes widened as you poured more wine into your glass. The sudden stroke against your covered cunt made you swallow hard.
“You alright tiny?” Your eyes redirected towards your brother. Cringing at the nickname he had given you when you first had started your dance classes. Revering to Elton John’s Tiny Dancer.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” You questioned trying to push away Colin’s hand. “Please stop calling me tiny.”
“Never. Your wide eyes say something different. Did you sniff a line before dinner?” Robert asked, tilting his head slightly observing your body language.
“Fuck no, I didn’t use anything and you know I don’t use in general anyway. I just remembered I forgot something.” Having managed to still his arm, his fingers kept curling at the seam of your panties, finding its way underneath the fabric.
Your excitement was evident as he pressed his fingers between your folds. Your cunt soaking them with the proof of the gathered slick.
He pulled his hand from your panties, you watched him collect some of the left sauce on his plate. His finger was moulded by his mouth as it disappeared, licking it clean. He hummed at the mixed taste.
“Sublime sauce you have made there love, compliments to the chef.” Colin spoke. You could feel yourself cringe in your seat, but had to stay calm and collected for the audience surrounding you both. Family dinner had never been this entertaining and awkward, but your brother could not find out about Colin.
Nick Gant x Cupcake
With your knees perched up on the coffee table the book laid in your lap. Your eyes scanned the pages as you drowned in the fantasy. The smell of oud wood with aromatic tobacco, hints of cinnamon and sandalwood penetrated your nostrils. You tried to ignore his presence by continuing the book in front of you.
“Can you not?”
“Not what?”
“Breath.”
“Now that would be something huh? Just keep reading, it’s interesting material.”
“Whatever.” You huffed, annoyed he wouldn’t just leave you alone.
His presence clearly was a distraction to reading. You squirmed a little in your seat.
“What’s wrong cupcake? Can’t focus?”
“Not with you breathing down my neck and watching what I’m doing, no.”
“I’m genuinely interested in how Captain Hook here will capture his Wendy.”
Instead of saying another word you slumped back into position. Your eyes readjusted to the pages in front of you. Not paying attention to Nick anymore, your thoughts wandering to the imaginary place on paper. Soft giggles and lip bites at the intensity of some scenes written.
For a moment Nick wasn’t there nor were you in the house. A split second passed and you were somewhere else. You gasped at the sudden cold breeze, huffing annoyed as your thoughts were brought back to the annoying waste of space behind you.
You side eyed squidward, giving him an eye roll as you wanted to punch the sly smile of his face. Grumbling your annoyance under your breath. You yelped at the sudden touch on your nipples. Looking down and slapping his hand.
“What would your bosses say with you sitting here with your breast out on full display?” Nick teased, continuing to softly flick the sensitive erected skin. “Keep reading your book like a good girl while I play with what’s mine.” As you tried to get up he pushed you back into the chair. “I said, keep reading your book like a good girl.”
With his locked hold on you there was no other choice than to sit back and read. With the twins still napping there wasn’t much you could do. The aroused feeling sparking to your core. Slightly leaning into his touch, pursing your lips letting out a pleasured huff.
James Mace x Needle
Your breath hitched as his knuckles grazed your cheek. Not being able to figure him out. His eyes piercing your gaze, his hands finding yours taking the sewing measuring tape from your hands. Your wrist comfortably held in his hands, giving him a questioning look as he rounded your wrists with the bendable material.
He guided your bound hands to the bulge in his pants. “Feel that? All for you.” He didn’t even blink or blush as he spoke the words. You wanted to be swallowed by the ground you stood on. This couldn’t happen, not with your father out in the front of the shop. “I think it’s time for you to experience my real measurements.”
The panicked feeling taking over, this couldn’t happen, not here, not in the shop. “Don’t it was just one night and clearly a mistake.”
“Don’t scream too loud, needle, don’t want daddy to hear you, do you?”
What was supposed to be a one night thing had evolved into something else completely. The exciting thrill rushed through your body swallowing hard as his hands hiked up your skirt. Pushing your body into the wall to give himself the upper hand. Getting out of his grasp had been made impossible now.
His hand pulled your panties aside, his finger sliding through your folds. Biting down on your bottom lip to keep from letting out a moan. You wanted to slap the smug grin from his face, but your focus had quickly shifted to the gratifying feeling from the circles on your clit.
“Needle, is everything going alright in there?” Your father asked and for dear god you begged the heavens above for him not to step inside.
Mace’s rapid movements had made it hard to focus on anything. Biting back the soft cries, you hoped he would back off now that your father needed an answer. Instead he did the polar opposite and quickened his pace.
“Answer daddy.” He commanded in a soft whisper pecking your lips. “Now.”
“Yes-yes.” You breathed through the assault on your pussy. “Everything is alright in here, I just messed up the measurements.”
“Okay, do you need any help?”
“No, we're all good here.” Your forehead dropped against Mace’s shoulder.
Devin Peters x Tats
“Oh you want to play now?” He stroked your cheek as you tried to dodge the contact. “Guess what princess.”
“Screw you Devin.”
“Will you shut up?”
“Never.” You bit back, a squeal leaving your body as he pushed in a single thrust.
“You’re not throwing me off balance this time. We’re going to have a nice little session of me using your pretty and tight cunt.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“We'll try again. I think you need a reminder of how things work around here, since you needed my help….remember?” He spoke, his hand pressing you down on your workbench. His hands running under your skirt. “Nice and wet. Just how I like my slutty cunts.” You felt him line up, with no prospect of getting out of this odd predicament. Whining as he slid home, trying to move. “Calm down - just like that.” He coaxed as you stilled under his strength.
Mike Weiss x Judge
The motel looked like it had seen better days. The paint cracked and peeling off the walls. The curtains had been attacked by moths and hanging off the rods as it seemed. It wasn’t the most ideal place to stay at, not with Mike. But at least you didn’t have to spend the night in the same car as him.
“What are you laughing at?” You asked as he walked back towards you.
“Must be your lucky day, we’re stuck in the same room together.”
“Outrageous.” You yelled out, your foot stomping along at the angered feeling. All you had wanted was to be away from him. A break from self centred egocentric prick.
“Come on, I can’t be that bad.”
“I can’t stand you. It wasn’t even my choice for you to tag along on this trip.”
“Look at all the fun we’re having, adventure.”
Sighing deeply you followed him towards the room. Watching him unlock the door you pushed past him. Dropping your bag on the bed, rummaging through your items, pulling some toiletries out. With the bathroom door in hand you turned towards him.
“Don’t you dare to disturb me.”
“I wouldn’t even dare, miss pageant queen.” He snorted as you slammed the door shut, locking it.
Turning on the shower you let the room steam for a second. Slipping out of your travel outfit. Your skin crawled at the contact of hot air washing over it. Pulling the curtain aside you stepped into the tub, groaning at the heat relaxing your muscles. It felt like hours had been spent under the cleansing rainfall.
Your senses spiked at the multiple voices coming from behind the door. You quickly dried yourself off, wrapping the towel around your body. Not even bothering to get dressed. You swung the door open, your blood instantly boiling at the sight in front of you.
“Want to join us?” Mike asked, giving you a smug smile, snorting up a white line from the held up pocket mirror while caressing the skin of two unknown ladies.
“Get the fuck out. Both of you.” You exasperated, picking up the scarce clothing from the floor and throwing it their way. They didn’t seem to want to move. “I said get the fuck out or I’ll drag you out myself.”
“Sorry ladies, the judge has spoken.” He searched his pocket, handing them some cash as they gathered their own clothing getting out of the room.
“I fucking knew it.”
“What?” He asked as he watched you approach the bedside table. The white substance messily scattered on the wood.
“This,” you swiped a finger through the cut drug, “you, using.” You watched his mouth drop as your finger rubbed your gums, before snapping at him. “What?”
“I don’t know something amazing I guess?” He shrugged.
“Keep on waiting, because who doesn’t use it for recreational purposes.”
“Let’s see if I can ruin you my way.” He licked his lips fascinated by the way you had foreseen yourself of the drug on hand.
Are you ready? Because I’ll even throw in a free check-in with the current four.
Andy Barber x Pebble
It had been two days since your therapist had told you to separate yourselves. She wanted you both to have some space of your own, in order to work toward each other. She had told you to see it as a business trip. Touchpad laughed at that comment, because business trips weren’t one that Andy usually would take.
He’d agreed to stay in the guest house and tonight for the first time in months you had missed his presence. It weighed heavy on your head, wanting him to be there. You knew you weren’t allowed to physically see him, so FaceTime was the only option left.
The rapid ringing tone kept going and as you were about to hang up, the acceptance call entered. Andy’s face had worry written all over it, but it softened when you gave him a soft smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” He replied, returning your smile and sitting up. You swallowed hard at the tattoos peeking from underneath his white shirt. He pushed the sleeves of his beige cardigan up, making you clench. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” You shook your head trying to get out of the spell he had so easily put on you. “I-I just - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” He assured you. “I’ll let you get to it and get some sleep then.”
You hesitated for a split second, seeing his finger reach for the ending button. “I miss you.”
It seemed to stop his actions and he perked up a little more, leaning into the screen. Almost as if to tell you to continue and tell him more.
“I miss you too, Toots.”
“I need you, Andy.”
“It’s only been two day.” He laughed
“I know.” You sighed. “I’ll let you go to bed, you look tired.”
“Sleep well.”
“Goodnight.”
The call ended and you went on with your nighttime routine. Removing the make-up from your face, applying all the creams and serums, gently rubbing them into the skin. You washed your hands still wishing he was there.
“Fuck it.” You placed the tube back on the shelf and marched into your closet, pulling out one of his zip-up hoodies. You’d been stealing some of his clothes when he hadn’t been home, they always felt like a comfort blanket you could curl into. Relaxing your senses as you inhaled his scent.
As you walked towards the stairs you pulled the hair tie from your bun, letting your hair fall. A woman on a mission, determined to get her man.
Ari Levinson x Flower
“I never played with your body for hours. I’ll show you how to focus on an order. Give you a subtle reminder who you belong to.”
You watched him fumble in the drawer. Pulling out the blue and golden leather cuffs. Your naked body all of a sudden felt extremely exposed. Embarrassed for breaking the rules, but excited for your reward.
You bit your lip to hide the smile on your face, instead holding out your wrists watching him putting the leather in place. After checking if everything was tied properly he yanked your arms up by the chain, hooking the metal on the wall.
Your cheek pressed against the cold mirror. Your breath fogging up the surface. A small whine fell from our mouth as Ari pulled your ass back. Without waiting or preparing the loud slap against your asscheek made you gasp. Your hands balled into fists when he rapidly striked your ass four times, massaging each cheek to numb out the inflicted punishment.
You relaxed when he stepped away, his jacket being pulled from his shoulders and thrown aside. Your eyes watched him undo the cufflinks of his dress shirt, setting them aside on the cabinet. His sleeves being rolled up while he watched you squirm under his gaze. Helplessly trying to escape your current situation.
“Now I’m gonna play and you’re gonna be a good girl and cum when I need you to.”
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zemo arranged marriage where you always had a crush on him. he never paid you any attention and was always out of reach, so much more mature and older. you hear a rumor he's planning on ending the engagement, crushed you ask for just one night together so you'll at least the memories of him
so let’s not talk about how I wrote this advance and then accidentally posted it early and then had to delete it and was about to ask you to send the prompt again when I realized you sent it last week so I’m actually answering last week’s lmao
anyways this is super angsty and amazingly turned out sfw somehow
In typical fashion, you didn’t realize how desperately you loved him until you realized you could never have him.
Now that you were sobbing in the bedroom that you intended to share with him someday, you wondered how you ever could’ve thought you were lucky to be promised to him. You were even younger and more naïve then, thinking that he could return your affections; but he was a man and you were just a girl. Men had better things to worry about.
You’d been engaged nearly eight months now and you had barely had a conversation with your fiancé. It made you cringe now to remember how desperate you’d been for his attention, juvenile in your repeated attempts to gain his favor. It always backfired and he ended up further away than ever.
You gasped and jumped up when you heard the door open; he was standing there, staring at you, looking... impossible to read, as always.
“I didn’t realize you were in here,” he stated plainly.
“Well, I won’t be much longer,” you promised, defiantly wiping your tears and standing up from the bed. “I’m going to make it easier for you, and just leave now.”
He tilted his head and you rolled your eyes. “I hate when you do that. Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“I wish I did,” he defended. “Have you been crying?”
“I heard you’re going to break it off,” you finally explained, and he sighed.
“Oh.”
You stormed to the dresser where you found your old luggage. “I was just getting this, so I could pack my things from the guest room.”
It still killed you that you’d been sleeping alone in the guest room this whole time.
“I’d prefer that you didn’t leave like this,” he weakly protested, and when you tried to step past him to go back to your room, he blocked the door with his arm.
“Let me out,” you frowned.
“Not yet,” he shook his head. “Clearly you have more to say. I want you to say your piece before you go.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
Something about the way he said it-- stern but patient, as collected as ever-- just made you fucking lose it. How dare he be so calm as he threw you away? How dare he ask you for anything?
You roughly shoved him in the chest, knocking him back into the hallway where you cornered him, tossing your bag aside. “You want my piece? Is that it? After eight months of hell, you want to hear what I have to say? Whatever happened to ‘stay quiet and we shouldn’t bother each other’? What about ‘I don’t need your opinion and I have no desire for it’? Do you remember saying those things to me?”
He nodded, “I remember.”
“For the better part of a year I had so much to say to you and no opportunity. I wanted to tell you that I loved you, that I loved you before we were even engaged and that I’ve never loved anyone else. I wanted to tell you how I longed for you, how much it killed me to sleep alone, how the only thing worse than imagining you alone, too, was imagining that you had someone else and that was why you kept me so far away. I wanted to tell you that I thought myself so lucky to be your betrothed, that I dreamed of nothing more than to be your wife and that I couldn’t wait to have a family with you-- to be a family with you.”
Even though you’d been crying all day already, somehow these tears hurt the most.
“You wouldn’t even let me tell you ‘good morning.’ You’re kinder to the house staff. Maybe that’s the worst thing... that you’re not a cruel man at all, not to anyone else, it’s just me that you hate so much. You wouldn’t even let me tell you that I missed you. And now... now you have the audacity to ask me what I want to say to you?!”
He looked back at you, not exactly as shocked or hurt or angry as you would’ve hoped... yes, a little stunned, but still so painfully calm. Even now, he couldn’t give you the satisfaction of a reaction. He just stood there, stoic and silent, like he was waiting for you to do something. You’d never been so angry, so hurt, all at once.
“I only have one thing to say to you, Helmut,” you finished coldly.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Guess.”
He thought for a moment. “You’re going to tell me to go fuck myself, I presume.”
You scoffed. “Yeah, something like that.”
As you started to turn and walk down the hall in search of your bedroom to pack, his voice stopped you. “There isn’t anyone else,” he told you. “I slept alone.”
You knew you shouldn’t turn back, but you couldn’t help yourself. For once he looked a little affected by it all, his expression softer and his hair having fallen out of its style and down into his face slightly.
“I longed for you, too,” he admitted, making your breath catch in your throat, “I should’ve told you, but if you turned me away I’d never recover from the heartbreak. I thought maybe I could keep you here just to look at you, even if I couldn’t touch you or hold you... but it was too hard. That’s why I wanted to end the engagement, to give you a chance to be with someone who could care for you like you deserved.”
His cowardice should’ve angered you and yet you began to calm down, especially as he stepped closer. His hand reached for your arm, just the gentlest touch and it still made your heart skip.
“I’ve been so cruel to you. I hope if you leave now, you won’t hate me forever,” he breathed. “Because I think I’ll love you all my life.”
Before you could stop yourself, you stood up on your toes and pulled him into a kiss, sudden and perhaps a little desperate, but relatively conservative considering how much more you really wanted. He kissed you back, gently, just for a moment, as you felt his hands rest on your waist.
But then he pulled back and it was all over before it really began. You didn’t open your eyes at first, afraid to see him for the last time. “Just one night,” you whispered under your breath.
“Hm?” he asked, and you found the courage to blink your eyes open.
“Just one night,” you requested again, “to remember you by. I’ve never wanted anyone else.”
He sighed and kissed you again, quickly, before shaking his head. “I can’t give you that.”
Well, he’d managed to do it; he’d managed to break your heart a thousand times each day and get one twist of the knife in before he sent you away.
“I can’t just have one night,” he continued. “If you let me hold you, I’ll never let you go.”
You breathed out shakily. “Is that a promise?”
He smiled and trailed his fingers over yours, resting his touch on the diamond on your ring finger, the one he gave you when it all began. “You were already promised to me. I think it’s only fair I finally keep up on my end of the deal.”
And this time when he kissed you, it didn’t feel like a goodbye. It felt like the beginning you’d been waiting all this time for, it felt like the chance to say everything you never did before. And instead of one last night, you got everything you ever wished for.
You never told Sugar Daddy Scott you were swamped with work, you lied and said you didn't feel good so he wouldn't worry and send more money. Only Scott has been keeping tabs on your social media and saw you complaining. He can't leave his girl overworked and overstressed. Your boss calls you into his office telling you to take a cab to the airport for an important client. He's cagey about the details, but you can't say no.
When you get to the airfield you see Scott waiting for you with a big smile, a private jet booked and ready to whisk you off to paradise.
My lovely, Sugar Daddy!Scott Huffman would get this set up immediately because he cares that much. I'm ready for paradise! ❤️
Will I get punished for lying about work? 👀 I just didn't want him to worry or burden him with my issues. But I should know I'm never a burden to him. 🥰❤️🥰
I need this sugar daddy in my life. 😭 Love and thanks! ❤️❤️❤️
