Maniacal Me - Helmut Zemo

Maniacal Me - Helmut Zemo

Alright so, this is something I wrote. Not gonna say why cause that's my fuckin' business. But if you're even the slightest bit squeamish, absolutely skip this one cause it's the darkest thing I've even written in my life so...yeah

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING, mentions of sexual assault, roofies, Dark!Zemo (but not towards Reader), revenge, extreme violence and graphic descriptions of torture, stalking, drugging, castration, and sounding as a form of torture

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Zemo's mouth upturned into a fond smile as he heard the front door to his house open and close, signaling that you were finally back from your night out.

Zemo marked his place in the book he was reading, sitting up from the couch to greet you as you made your way deeper into the home, slightly furrowing his brows as you barely even noticed him walked towards you, only looking up at him as he spoke up, "How was your night, Liebe?" He asked softly, instantly noticing how you were stumbling in your heels.

Your gaze was distant as you replied, "Good. It was good. I'm just...really tired." You chuckled weakly just barely slurring your words, leaning up against the wall of the foyer to remove your heels, sighing as your feet were finally free.

"My, how much did you drink?" Zemo asked in amusement.

You shrugged. "Only like, a few shots...and a beer, I think."

"Huh..." He hummed in thought, "You don't usually get wasted from that little. Here, let me help you to bed." And as he got close to hold on to your waist, that's when he smelled it; another man's seed. His heart rate quickened immensely as you soon fell limp in his arms, soft snores escaping your mouth, fear filling his senses.

Zemo's eyes started to fill with angry tears as he undressed you from your outfit, seeing bruises in the shape of fingerprints scattered along your thighs, bite marks along your collarbone, and a small trace of blood along your inner thighs. He felt sick as rage placed itself in the pit of his stomach, slowly growing and rising up into his throat until he had no choice but to let it out. He yelled out in pain, punching the first thing that he saw; a mirror, hearing it shatter and cut into his fist, but he didn't feel it. All he felt was pure, searing hot anger.

Zemo stayed by your side all night, well into the late morning, anxious for you to wake. He had cleaned himself up, and the broken glass that littered the floor, the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about him. Your soft sleepy sighs made him perk up, on high alert as you slowly sat up in bed, stretching your arms and squinting your eyes as the sunlight hit your face. "Hey..." You smiled sleepily, Zemo's presence instantly comforting you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked cautiously.

You weren't entirely sure. You had a slight ache in between your legs and your legs were sore, but that could've just been because you pushed yourself to dance along with every song that came on the club stereo; but as for the ache, you had no memory of what could've caused that, unless... "Did we have sex last night?"

Zemo's eyes were downcast, his hands balled up into fists, but he was determined to keep his face neutral. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

You tried thinking back; you remembered meeting your friends and having a good time, you remembered taking those shots, but somewhere during the night, it started to become a blur. The last thing you remember was sipping on that beer...eyes slightly widening as you realized, short flashes of memories in your eyes, remembering a man. He was trying to flirt with you, but you paid him no mind. You don't remember seeing him at all after rejecting him, but then how come the memories flashing in your eyes where ones of him?

You felt Zemo grab ahold of your hand as you started to cry, his so soft, warming your cold one, his brows furrowed and a deep frown adorning his face. "Liebling..." He whispered so softly, you could barely hear him. "What did he look like?" He asked, a more stern tone to his voice, his eyes glossed over.

You slightly shook your head, trying to remember his face causing you physical and emotional pain. "I can't...I-"

"It's okay. Take your time."

You tried your best to describe the man from last night, your voice trembling terribly as you recounting all the bits and pieces that were coming back to you. You recalled him telling you his name, but only his first. But with the description paired along with the one name, Zemo had all the information he needed to know to find this monster. "I wish I was there to protect you, I'm so sorry that I wasn't. But I promise, I'll make sure that this never happens again. Ever."

Zemo shifted in his seat impatiently, his eyes trained on the front entrance of the club like he was hypnotized. And he was, in a way. So focused that it almost felt like he was.

He watched as various people walked in and out of the double doors, laughing and smiling or some clearly too drunk to walk in a straight line. But then, he finally spotted him, the waste of a human being that assaulted you. He was finally leaving the club, a random's arm around his shoulder, head swaying side to side and barely standing on her own two feet. Fuck, he was doing it again, not even two days after you. Oh, Zemo was going to enjoy this.

Getting out of his car, Zemo closely trailed behind your assailant, following him into a dark alleyway. His expression darkened as he saw the man feeling up the woman in his arms, kissing on her neck as she weakly pushed against him, her eyes involuntarily fluttering open and closed, in and out of consciousness.

With heavy steps, Zemo stormed over to the man, grabbing onto his shoulder and pushing him off the drugged woman, the force so powerful that he stumbled over and fell on his ass on the damp concrete. Zemo quickly called over Oeznik, giving him the go ahead to tranquilize the fallen man. "Put her up in a nice hotel room, a suite, if it's available. Make sure no harm comes to her." He ordered sternly, helping her over to the parked limo and gently placing her in the backseat.

"Are you sure you don't need any more help, sir?" The elderly man asked.

"No, thank you. I'm quite capable of handling this trash by myself." As the limo drove off, Zemo turned to look down at the now unconscious man, smirking darkly. "You're gonna wish you had never been born."

Unlike how gentle he was with the woman, Zemo handled the man roughly, dragging him by one of his ankles. Hogtying his limbs, he forcefully stuffed him in the trunk of his car, subtly admiring the way the body contorted unnaturally to fit in such a small, confined space. He would definitely be sore when he woke up, but that'll be nothing compared to what Zemo had planned.

Zemo watched with an amused smirk as the man finally came into consciousness, his expression twisting into that of extreme discomfort. Upon seeing Zemo sitting comfortably in a seat in front of him, casually sipping on a glass of whiskey, his eyes frantically looked at his surroundings. He was chained up to a wooden torture cross, the wood old and splintering, digging into the man's back through his clothes. "Hey man, who the fuck are you? Where the hell am I?" The man asked angrily, only noticing his restraints as he tried to pull on them, his eyes slowly growing in fear and his breaths turning into heavy pants.

Zemo chuckled darkly. "Now, now, you're in no position to ask me questions, and so rudely as well. As you can probably tell, unless you're as stupid as you look."

"Please, just, where am I?" He almost begged.

Zemo narrowed his eyes as he deliberated his approach, but decided to entertain the man first. "We're in one of my warehouses, just on the outskirts of Riga."

"What do you want from me?"

"What do I want?" Zemo snickered, giving the chained up man the most condescending look he could've possibly mustered. "What I want, is to know why you go around drugging woman?" The man's eyes widened comically, starting to shake his head until Zemo backhanded him, his head snapping to the side briefly. "Don't you dare play coy, I saw you last night."

"Dude, you don't understand. She was into me, she was flirting with me all night. She wanted it."

"Oh, did she now? Then how come she could barely even stand as you walked her out of that club?" The man stayed silent, Zemo nodding and pacing back and forth in front of him. "Lucky I was there when I was, but unfortunately, I couldn't protect all the other woman you must've done the exact same thing to. You're already a fucking scumbag, but you made the grave mistake of choosing one certain person as one of your victims, who just so happens, belongs to me. Two nights ago, you singled out a woman with her group of friends. She was wearing a dark blue dress, her hair done up perfectly, she was so beautiful. You tried flirting with her, but you couldn't take the fuckin' hint. So you spiked her drink when she wasn't looking...you raped her...and now, you're gonna die because of it."

The man quickly shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he finally seemed to grasp the severity of the situation, the skin his wrist rubbing raw as he kept trying to fight against the restraints. "No, man, please, it was an accident. A mistake, I promise!"

Zemo nodded as he started laying out his surgical tools on a metal tray that sat on a wooden table, situating the tray to sit right next to the wooden cross. "You accidently roofied her?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry! I'm...messed up. I know that. I was abused as a kid, man, I need therapy. I'll get help, I promise, just please don't kill me!" The man started to sob, mucus trailing down his face along with his thick tears, the pungent smell of urine permeating the air as he pissed himself out of fear once he saw the various terrifying looking instruments Zemo set up on a table.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet." Zemo held up one of his tools towards the ceiling lights, a slight smile coming to his face as the light hitting the metal made it glow. "I'm gonna take my time with you first. We're going to have fun."

Zemo placed on his thin rubber gloves. It was honestly the worst part, the starchiness of the material grating against his skin, but it put it out of his mind as he had a job to do. "So, how should we start, hm?" He taunted, looking the man up and down, hoping that he felt just as helpless as his victims. "I have some ideas, but I'd be open to hear some of your opinions, I am fair after all." The man just kept crying weakly, still trying to pull on his chains. "No suggestions then? Alright, fine. Good thing I have a well developed imagination."

Zemo started to feel a giddy feeling in his chest as he picked up a pair of pliers, the metal covered with dark brown leftover blood, rusting from the lack of use. He hadn't done this in a long time, he hoped he hadn't lost his touch. That would've been embarrassing.

Shrugging off his heavy coat and rolling up the sleeves of his dark purple sweater, he went to work.

Zemo would start with the man's right hand, wanting to make this as slow as possible, but not induce enough pain that he'd die. No, he had many ideas that he wanted to try and it wouldn't be worth experimenting if his subject was dead, now, would it? He started to smirk as the man made no effort in hiding his fearful whimpers as Zemo started to cut off his clothing with his knife, exposing his pale torso. "Please, I won't tell anyone about this. I'll pay you, just please, let me go." The man cried, clearly, too stupid to realize that nothing he said was going to stop this.

"Do I look like I need or want your money?" Zemo grinned darkly, surprising the man and himself when he jammed his knife in the flesh of his palm, a scream mixed with a sob escaping the man's throat. "Oh, sorry, that's not how I wanted to start this. Usually I have better control over my anger," He pulled the knife out of the man's hand with a grunt, another sob being released as the blood seeped out like a waterfall, dripping copiously onto the concrete floor. "My apologies." He coughed awkwardly, placing the knife onto the table delicately and pushing it away a little, to make sure he wouldn't do something so impulsively again. There was an art to this, Zemo knew that, and he'd be doing a great disservice if he was to rush through this with such carelessness. "Let me make up for my impulsivity."

Zemo reached up slightly so that he could reach the man's wounded hand, situating the previously discarded pliers so that his pinky sat in between the rusty metal, a rush of excitement bubbling in Zemo's veins as the man started to beg for mercy once again, immediately letting out a scream as Zemo slowly closed the pliers, hearing the piercing wet squelching sound as the layers of thin skin start to cut open, then a splintering noise echoing around the empty warehouse as the bones in his finger shattered and breaking until the small digit completely came off, falling to the floor. "Well, that was exhilarating." Zemo laughed breathlessly, picking up the bloodied finger and inspecting it. "One down." He smirked.

A sickening feeling grew in Zemo's stomach as he removed another digit from the man's fingers, not because of the way the bone crunching from the pressure of the instrument echoed around the warehouse; no, it was because some blood managed to splatter on him. He cringed and sighed in frustration, ignoring the screeching noises of pain coming from the man as his index finger dangled off the rest of his hand, barely hanging on by a thin piece of mangled skin. "You got blood on my favorite sweater. Well, at least I can hire someone else to do my laundry. I looked in your wallet and it was like a barren wasteland, no way you could pay for my laundry. I hope the stain can come out, at least. Oh well, I guess I could just buy a new one. God, see what you're putting me through? You could've spared me the waste of having to go shopping if you could've not been actual human garbage for once in your pathetic life."

Situating the rusty pliers on one of the man's toes, he slowly started to squeeze. "This little piggy went to market," Zemo started to sing over the man's painful animalistic wailing, his bones in his toe crushing and splintering inside his skin, hearing the tear as the toe came off completely. Zemo moved to the next one, "This little piggy stayed home." Another one removed. "This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none." Finally getting to his big toe, the one that would be the most struggle to remove, he laughed as the man continued screeching loudly. "And this little piggy went Wee Wee Wee," He sang over the man's screams, almost harmonizing with him, "all the way home!"

The man was dazed, almost falling unconscious from the immense pain he was in, but he was quickly perked up forcefully when Zemo threw cold water onto his person. "No sleeping just yet, sir. We still have much to do. Drink this. Slow." Zemo pushed a bottle of water up to the man's lips, him immediately gulping it down and coughing as it went down the wrong tube briefly. "I told you to drink it slowly. You never listen, huh?"

"Please..." The man choked out weakly, "just kill me..."

Zemo smiled softly, contrasting his dark eyes. "Oh, you can't die just yet. Not when we're having so much fun. Are you not having fun?" He snorted when the man's bottom lip trembled, bursting out into tears yet again. "I attend to savor this. I'm only allowing myself one night so, we have to make it count, yes?"

Slowly twirling a scalpel in his hand, Zemo unbuttoned the man's pants, pulling down his boxers along with the pants. "What're you doing?" The man yelled angrily, getting a sudden second wind as his manhood felt threatened. "I'm not into dudes, you fuckin' psycho!"

"Oh, what? Do you think I actually wanted to rape you? Even I wouldn't stoop to that level, not even for people like you. No..." He smirked, "I have something better planned. I'll ask, do you have any last words for mini you down there?"

The man's eyes widened. "What?" He stuttered. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm going to remove your balls, moron; like the dog that you are." Zemo said nonchalantly.

"No. No, no, please, don't!" The man balled hysterically, trying his hardest to escape his restrains, as if he hadn't try multiple times already and got nowhere.

"What's the problem? It's not like you're gonna have to live with no balls for the rest of your life, cause you're dying tonight, whether you like it or not. Plus, what's that when you've already lost your fingers and toes?" Zemo didn't give the man any time to reply, getting on his knees, duct taping the man's penis out of the way so he could have a better access to the testicles. "I'd say brace yourself, but I don't give a shit."

Without wasting another second, Zemo dug the scalpel into the sensitive flesh, trying to hold back his grin as the man continued to damage his vocal cords, a slight splash of blood landed on Zemo's face. "Haha..." He chuckled dementedly, focusing on his torturous surgery. "Don't worry, I'm almost done here." He said with a faux sympathy. "Aha-!" He exhaled sharply as he finally cut through the last pieces of skin that kept the man's balls attached to the rest of his body, falling in the palm of Zemo's hand. "Would you look at that?" He smiled approvingly, holding up the detached parts up to the man's pale and sweaty face. "I've got you by the balls." He giggled.

"Stop squirming, you're gonna mess up my perfect sutures." Zemo hissed, keeping a steady hand as he sewed up the empty space where the man's testicles used to be. "There, now hopefully, you won't bleed out faster."

Placing a thin metal rod onto an open flame, Zemo looked back at the sweaty broken man with an almost sympathetic smile. "Are you familiar with sounding? It's not too extremely common, but it's supposed to make cumming all the more pleasurable for a man. Unluckily for you, I don't have experience, so it'll be painful, especially when this rod is boiling hot." Zemo went to the almost dead man with the rod in hand. "Now, hold still, or else I might accidently stick it in wrong. Hm, it probably would've been easier if you could get hard. Maybe I should've saved the castration for last...oh well." Zemo grabbed a hold of the man's limp penis, forcefully inserting the rod into his urethra; the deep guttural moans of pain increasing in volume as it turned into sharp earsplitting screams, so loud that Zemo caught some blood seeping out of the man's mouth from his torn up vocal cords, hearing the weak sobs along with the sound of sizzling skin, burning from the inside out.

Zemo examined his work, nodding in approval. "Well, how is it for you?" He asked with a smirk, only to roll his eyes when he saw the man was passed out from the pure pain he was in. "God, so lazy, aren't you? Guess I'll have to wait until you wake up...again." But after an hour, the man didn't wake up and Zemo started to get impatient.

"Hey, wake up, arschloch." Zemo slapped the man's face roughly, only for it to jerk to the side limply. "Oh, come on. Really? You're gonna tap out now?"

Zemo couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over him as he felt the man's pulse, feeling no throbbing in his neck or wrists. He had more ideas he wanted to test out, and that was kind of annoying, but he was finally dead. A toxic weed plucked from a rose garden, never to destroy such precious flowers ever again...

You were worried for Zemo, he had been gone all night, not replying to your texts or phone calls. You were really praying that nothing bad happened to him, or he wasn't getting himself into any trouble on your behalf. But you were soon proven right in your worry when Zemo came through the front doors, covering in dry blood. "Oh my god, what happened to you?" You cried, running to him and looking him over. "Are you hurt?" You asked frantically, trying to find the source of the bleeding.

Zemo chuckled tiredly. "No, mien Schatz, I'm perfectly okay."

You furrowed your brows, the smell of so much blood making you dizzy. "Then, why are you covered in blood?"

"I found him...your attacker." Your whole body ran cold, finally realizing where all the blood came from. "I gave him what he deserved, and he'll never hurt you or anyone one else ever again. I made sure of it."

"What did you do?" You asked timidly, tears coming to your eyes.

Zemo shook his head slightly, smiling weakly. "It doesn't matter, precious." He reached up to caress your cheek, thumbing away one of your fallen tears. "All you need to know is that you're safe."

"You...you killed him? For me?" You looked at him incredulously, your bottom lip trembling as you tried to keep in your sobs.

"Of course I did, Liebling. You're the most important thing in my life, and I'd be damned if I let anyone who hurt you walk free. I'd do anything for you, lay down my life if need be. I love you more than life itself."

"I-" You started to shake in his arms, "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything." Zemo kissed your forehead, his hands rubbing up and down your sides gently.

"You made sure you wouldn't get caught, right?"

Zemo snickered. "Who do you take me for, huh? Of course I did. Plus, it's not like anyone is gonna be looking for that barbarian anyway."

"God, I love you so much." You kissed him passionately, tasting the slightest hint of blood on his tongue, but you didn't mind it one bit. Zemo always promised to protect you, lay vengeance at your feet, and he always kept his promises.

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Don't say I didn't warn you

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After Hours pt.1 | Radioheads

A/N: So, this was originally a drabble request for Dylan x Ryan from @ultraintrovertedgryffindor, but I just couldn't fit it all into one little drabble. Therefore, I decided to cut it into 3 parts! Here's part 1, which essentially just sets up the whole scenario, so nothing too exciting here! Nevertheless, I hope y'all enjoy reading my awful writing 😭

(Not beta read).

Content Warnings: none, just pure sweetness and subtle flirting on Dylan’s part!

Word Count: 861 approximately

Part 1/3

It was no secret that some of the others often went off, sneaking around camp grounds after lights out, mostly Emma and Jacob. Nick would sometimes be led astray by Jacob too. Abi, Kaitlyn and Dylan not so much. Or so Ryan thought.

Ryan was called the boring one, the kiss ass who stuck to Mr. H like glue, doing whatever his peer told him to do. Though he didn't care what they thought all that much, the digging and remarks were constant enough to rattle him sometimes. Because little did they know, he'd wandered around camp after lights out before too.

He hadn't really formed much of a relationship with the rest of them. Him and Abi rarely spoke, Jacob and Emma were the two who most often pointed out his closeness with Mr. H, poking fun here and there. Out of everyone it was Kaitlyn and Dylan that treated Ryan less like a weirdo and more like a person. But somehow it still wasn't enough to prepare him for what happened one evening, a couple of hours before lights out.

"Hey." Dylan called out, approaching Ryan who was sat at the bottom of the staircase outside the lodge. "Whatcha doing?"

"Just catching a little of the sunset before it's too late," Ryan replied as he stretched his arms out above his head. "What brings you out here? I thought you'd be in the radio hut setting up final announcement," he added.

Dylan took a seat beside the other, taking his time to answer the question. There was, however, a scheming smile on his lips that had Ryan suspicious the second he noticed.

"An amazing idea just dawned on me and I wanted to see if you were game to join me."

Join him?

"Huh, I'm listening." Ryan said, turning to face Dylan a bit more. He really wanted to hear this 'amazing idea'.

Dylan’s grin only grew more mischievous.

"After lights out, I'm gonna sneak out to enjoy the camp without the rowdy kids." Dylan spoke softly, but the tone of mischief was ever present in his voice. "And I think you should come along."

Ryan took a moment to properly process the events Dylan intended to set up, then leaned back against the steps a little.

"Alright, the sneaking out part is standard. I've already done that a couple times by myself. But the way you're asking me alone to join you... kinda makes it sound like a date." Ryan made his conclusion, watching the corner of Dylan’s lips twitch, like he was trying to stifle a certain smile.

"You can call it that, if you really want to," Dylan said, "I was gonna call it two dudes getting to know each other, but whatever."

"Still sounds like a date." Ryan pointed out once again and Dylan sighed, standing back up as he gave the other a glazed over look.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'll leave it up to you, but I'll be at the fire pit once lights go out, either way." Dylan decided to leave it down to him, it seemed. He'd done his part and left the ball in Ryan's park.

Ryan was left perched in his same spot, watching Dylan walk away towards the radio hut, no doubt going to prepare for his last announcement of the day.

It would be a lie for Ryan to say he hadn't noticed Dylan looking at him since a couple of days into summer camp. All the little ways he'd try to show interest in him, taking random opportunities to come and say hi. He'd have to be a complete dumbo to not see there was some crushing going on.

Kaitlyn had also shown an interest, but hadn't made it as obvious. The attention wasn't something uncommon for Ryan, plenty of guys and girls had asked him out before. But that was in school and to be quite honest, he didn't expect it to happen at camp.

Either way, he now had a decision in his hands. Go with Dylan to the fire pit, or don't.

Was he interested? Yes, without a doubt. Dylan might appear to be your average wise cracking, smart guy with bad jokes galore. But Ryan was inclined to believe there was more to him than meets the eye.

With all this going through his mind, Ryan stood up from the position he'd been sat in for a little too long now, his legs stiff and back aching. It'd be time to settle for the night soon and right on cue, Dylan’s voice came through the radio hut speaker, spreading out across the camp grounds.

"Alrighty Hacketteers, it's time to pack up for the day! Head on up to your cabins, brush your teeth and get your jim-jams on before some well deserved rest."

Something about Dylan’s announcements had the ability to make those listening smile. The bountiful charisma probably had something to do with it, the chirpy cadence to his voice.

Watching all the kids squirm and scramble to say goodnight to each other before rushing to their cabins, Ryan headed on over to the cabin he was staying in, suddenly feeling quite a thrill. Maybe spending some one on one time with Dylan won't be so bad at all.

Flickering Lights That Keep You Alive

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. As you guys may have noticed, I normally use “You” in my fics, but I’m gonna switch to third person for this one, just because it made more sense. I had a blast writing this. My feelings are all over the place lol Enjoy!

Gally didn’t know where he was. His head was coursing with buzzing static, his body feeling unnaturally heavy, like he was slowly being crushed under a pile of bricks. He couldn’t even tell whether he was holding onto whatever little speck of life he still had in him or just slipping further into death’s waiting arms. If it was the latter, then dying was a much longer process than he’d ever imagined.

Through a brief glint of consciousness behind his closed eyes, Gally wondered if he was still on the floor of that bloodied lab, alone, barely breathing and likely living out his final seconds.

However, the voices that vaguely reached his ears like a distant hum quickly made him realize that he was definitely not alone.

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What a Brat Gets

Minors DNI 18+

So in the middle of answering my inbox prompts, I have created this filler masterpiece.

Summary: After a long day, you arrive home to a very horny Sebastian. Seb is a brat and really wants the both of you to take it straight to the bedroom, but you have to teach him a lesson in patience first.

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Fandom: Ich Und Kaminski | Me and Kaminski (2015)

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI 18+

Relationships: Sebastian Zöllner x fem!Reader

Tags: Shameless Smut, sub!Sebastian, Femdom, Sebastian is a little brat, Overstimulation, but he loves it, Begging, prostate stimulation

Word Count: 1896

Warnings: no aftercare because I got lazy

You walked in with the groceries, knowing Sebastian would be home already. As you had predicted, the man in question rushed to greet you as you set things down in the kitchen. No sooner had you placed a few things in the fridge than he already started whining.

“Oh schatz, I’ve been needing you all day,” he pouted, putting on his best puppy dog eyes and draping himself over the counter dramatically in an attempt to get your attention. “Bitte, bitte, hurry up so we can play.” You raised a brow at his demands. He knew not to be pushy, especially when you were already focused on a task.

“Sebastian, I know that I told you to be patient and wait until later,” you said firmly, placing the bread in the pantry. “You know the rules.” Oh, he did. The brat just enjoyed breaking them.

“B-but, I need you now!” he cried pitifully, moving himself between you and the fridge, effectively blocking your path. You nearly growled, restraining yourself from giving him the slap across the cheek he so eagerly wanted.

“Kneel. There. Now,” you said, pointing a jabbing finger at the entrance to the kitchen. Sebastian followed the order without question, positioning himself in the spot that you had pointed to and dropping to his knees. He folded his hands neatly behind his back, smirking up at you like the cheeky bastard he was.

“I want you to keep that naughty mouth of yours shut,” you told him. Now, the brat could sit and watch you quietly as you took your sweet time.

To his credit, Sebastian remained obediently silent as you put away the rest of the groceries and started on your dinner. His eyes followed you as you moved about the kitchen, and you were just waiting for him to cave and start begging more.

Soon though, it must have been too much for him to take, because you watched as he started fidgeting on his knees. He let out a pitiful whimper, which almost succeeded in drawing your attention to him.

“Please, I…I need…” he trailed off into another whine, loud and exaggerated. Oh, so desperate. You turned to gaze at him sharply. A slight flush of arousal had risen to his cheeks, and he blinked those big brown puppy dog eyes up at you.

“Hm, last time I remember, naughty boys don’t deserve anything,” you said, refusing to acknowledge him. “And I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut.” Sebastian smirked, opening his mouth to give some snarky reply, but you interrupted him.

“Come here, now,” you ordered, pointing my finger down to the space next to you. “Bad boys like you need supervision. You can wait here until I’m done making dinner.” Sebastian snapped his mouth shut and started to get up, but you stopped him.

“Nah ah! Crawl,” you said insistently. Sebastian blinked once, then he quickly dropped back onto all fours, obediently crawling to your side. Eagerly, he positioned himself next to your leg, almost close enough to rub up against you. Then, he gave you a cocky smirk, as if he had the upper hand here.

To remind him of his place, you rocked your leg roughly against his crotch, catching the brat by surprise and causing him to let out a strangled noise. You were pleased to find that his cock was already straining against his trousers, no doubt causing him a considerable amount of discomfort. But brats didn’t deserve mercy.

“Aw, schatz,” you cooed in false sympathy. Seb swayed against you and smooshed his face against the side of your leg, letting out a desperate whine. You allowed it, because you knew how worked up he was getting. You reached down to pat his head lightly, a mockery of the intimate touch that he was craving.

“There’s a good boy. Now why don’t you sit there as I finish up our meal?” you teased, turning back to finish working on the pasta you had boiling on the stove. This time, Seb remained obediently silent, determined to show you that he could follow instructions at least some of the time. You could tell that he was really struggling, though, because every so often he would fist his hands in the material of your skirt to remind you of his desire.

Soon enough, you had finished with your task, and you pulled away from him so that you could strain the pasta noodles over the sink. Seb whimpered at the loss as you walked away, but he stayed put and watched you as you moved around the kitchen.

You didn’t bother to plate the food, because you had plans for Sebastian before you both would eat dinner. As if sensing your thoughts, you heard Seb whine needily from behind you. To make it worse, when you turned around to rebuke him, you saw that he was palming himself through his trousers. He was gazing up at you with his best bedroom eyes, clearly determined to hurry up the whole process. Oh, naughty. You leaned your hip against the counter, fixing him with a dangerous gaze.

“You think you can get away with this, Sebastian. But naughty boys deserve punishment. And you have been a very naughty boy.” You pointed a finger in the direction of the bedroom, not coming closer to him to give him the relief he was craving.

“Go sit yourself down in the bedroom,” you ordered. “You know how. I expect this to happen in less than a minute.” Sebastian’s eyes widened, and he scrambled to his feet. You quickly grabbed a dish towel and wound it up before swatting his ass with it, the towel making a satisfying snap against his backside. Seb yelped and stopped to turn and give you a dirty smirk, opening his mouth to make a teasing remark.

“Forty-five seconds,” you told him instead, giving him a stern look. Sebastian took the hint and immediately left the kitchen. You could hear his footsteps padding against the floor as he hurried to the bedroom, no doubt stripping his clothes off along the way.

After precisely one minute, you made your way to the bedroom. As usual, Sebastian was splayed out on the bed. He had draped himself dramatically against the pillows like he was some kind of sex god, and the shit-eating grin on his face was absolutely devious. You raised a brow, not enjoying his attitude.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?” you asked, surprised he wasn’t talking your ear off with snarky remarks yet. His smirk said enough, and he knew it.

You climbed atop the bed. Sebastian grinned, thinking he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

“Ah, you couldn’t resist,” he jeered, but he quickly fell silent as you continued climbing up towards his head. Getting yourself comfortable, you knelt above his face.

“Perfect. Now, hurry up and make that mouth of yours useful. I’m not waiting all day,” you said, acting impatient. If he could be impatient with you, then you could be with him.

Seb just smirked and stuck his head underneath the skirt of your dress. He hooked his thumbs in the lacy fabric of your underwear, but you quickly grabbed his wrists to stop him.

“Nah ah, only good boys get to take this off,” you rebuked. “But you’ve only been naughty today.” You smiled at his pitiful groan of frustration. However, Sebastian was never one to turn down a challenge, and he eagerly went to work.

His mouth was a wonder, even if he was a bit aggressive and impatient. You kept one hand in his hair, giving it slight tugs to guide him, or to pull sharply when he got too impatient with his technique. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue, and he would tug on the lacy underwear in just the right way to provide even more stimulation.

“Sebastian, I don’t have all day,” you said, barely managing to say the words without gasping. You tugged aggressively at his hair, making him groan as he worked against you. It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself getting close, and Sebastian’s own needy noises weren’t helping.

“Fuck, Sebastian, your mouth is so good when it’s not talking crap,” you said, grinding down against his face. Sebastian moaned, pulling you closer to him. It didn’t take much longer until you were shuddering your release, your hands tangling in his hair as you let out a groan.

However, you didn’t give him or myself much time to recover. Sebastian was still cleaning you up with little kitten licks when you shifted off of him. His face was a mess, glistening with all of his hard work, and he blinked over at you in dazed confusion.

You reached over into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube, spreading the gel liberally over your fingers as you crawled down between his legs. Sebastian immediately realized your intention and spread his knees wider, allowing easier access to his ass. You grinned.

“Such a slut for this, aren’t you?” you teased, already working your finger into him. Sebastian moaned, somehow managing to keep eye contact with you.

“Stop teasing,” he groaned breathlessly. Hm. He was still able to be a brat even when he was on his back with your fingers in his ass. You smirked deviously.

“Oh, what was that? I’m sorry, I don’t speak brat,” you said, shoving two fingers into his ass. Sebastian whined loudly and fisted his hands in the sheets.

“Please, please, c-can I touch myself?” he panted desperately. The poor boy was leaking all over his tummy, his arousal neglected and pressed against his belly. You just shook your head, eyeing him innocently.

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Only good boys get to touch themselves.” Grinning mischievously, you curled your finger against his prostate, hearing him practically wail in overstimulated delight. Tears were forming in his eyes, and you cooed as you continued to press against the sensitive spot.

“Aw, look at you. Earlier you couldn’t wait for me to play with you, but now it’s too much,” you purred, hearing him moan. You still refused to touch his erection, and Sebastian let out another wail as you leaned down to nip at his thigh. He was practically crying now, but he was loving every second of this.

“I can’t tell, Sebastian. Are those crocodile tears, or are they real?” you teased, listening to his pitiful whines as you worked your finger in him. “You can put on a show for everyone else, but not with me.” You finally caved and grasped his erection, giving it a firm stroke. The unholy noise Sebastian made was like music to your ears.

“Sebastian, you’re a brat. But you’re my brat,” you said, placing a gentle kiss on his sweat-slick skin. That was enough to push him over the edge, and suddenly Sebastian was spilling all over your hand. He came hard, nearly sobbing his relief as he let out a cry of pleasure.

You coaxed him through the shuddering aftershocks, watching as his body trembled, and you leaned up to kiss away the tears from his cheeks. Sebastian tangled his hands in your hair, cradling your head gently as he was at a loss for words. You smiled.

“Well, darling…that’s what a brat gets.”

Poker Face - Iván Pelayo

There needs to be more Iván imagines, I swear. He's just...ugh, so dreamy, precious little fedora man. I just had to be Thanos and Do It Myself™ Also, I have no idea how poker works so I'm sorry, but I tried

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (m and f!receiving), slight dacryphilia, praise kink (if you squint), and cumshot 🤷🏻‍♀️

2.7K Words🤙🏻

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"Hijo de puta!" Alfredo cursed, staggering over to his cousin across the casino. "Iván!"

Iván, upon hearing his name being called so harshly and with a slight slur, rolled his eyes and braced himself for whatever his idiot cousin got himself into this time. "What?" He drawled out, annoyed that he had to pull his focus away from the roulette wheel.

"I was playing this woman in poker, and the bitch completely screwed me! Stole all my money. I think she cheated, primo."

"And why is this my problem?"

Alfredo groaned loudly, stomping his foot like a child. "Because, I was going to use that money to buy an engagement ring...for my girl."

Iván furrowed his brows. "Ingrid? I thought the two of you broke up again?"

"We're back together again, okay? Just." He huffed. "Just please, help my get the money back, for your blood."

Iván sighed heavily, hesitantly stepping away from the roulette wheel. "I've always told you never to gamble when you're drunk, man. If I do this, promise me you'll never drink and gamble again, sí?"

"Yes, yes! Promise. Just, give that bitch hell."

Iván shook his head at his cousin, his drunkenness ruining a night that was supposed to be fun for him, something that was supposed to distract him from his somewhat recent breakup. But now, he has to come to the aid of his cousin...again. Maybe it was in the family's DNA to never learn from past mistakes, but it wasn't all that shocking especially with Alfredo's hardheadedness.

Approaching the poker table, he only found one person sitting there; you. Strange, you didn't really look like the type of person to play poker, much less cheat at it. But then again, looks can be deceiving, Iván knew that all too well and he'd be damned if he let that happen again. "Hey." Iván called out over the noisy casino, not intending it to come out in a confrontational way, but that's how it sounded.

"Hey." You responded, more soft-spoken and with a small, almost innocent smile as you mindlessly shuffled the card deck in your hand. But the spark in your eyes as you looked him up and down said something else.

"You robbed my cousin."

"I'm sorry?"

"That tall meathead over there," He pointed across the casino, "you took all his money. He says you cheated."

You scoffed, your innocent exterior slowly dissipating, but it looked as if you suddenly had an epiphany. "Wait, you're Iván Pelayo. Oh, right! I knew that other guy looked familiar. Your family is famous."

"Yeah, so what? That means you can steal from us, huh? Think that means you can cheat us?"

You chuckled, making Iván's blood boil at your lack of respect. "I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken, Mr. Pelayo. I don't cheat. I wasn't raised that way, unlike you. I just more skilled than your so-called cousin. I won his money, fair and square."

Iván narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw and taking a seat in front of you on the other side of the table. "Alright." He sniffed, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "Let me try to win it back."

"Huh, didn't think you played poker. Thought the roulette wheel was more of your expertise."

"I've spend my whole life in casinos, everything is my expertise."

You hummed in amusement, shuffling your deck of cards once more before passing out his two cards and two of your own. "Fine, then let's see if luck is on your side tonight. And feel free to add some of your own money to the pot." You smirked, dropping it immediately upon taking a look at your cards.

Iván had a hard time keeping a straight face, with yours almost downcast and with his hand, there was no way he was losing. Guess the odds were in his favor tonight. Even though he knew he shouldn't, his cards were really decent and he was pretty sure he was going to win, so why not raise the stakes? "Raise." Iván called out, pushing his chips in the middle of the table.

"Call." You matched his bet, watching his expression intensely. "What's with the fedora?"

"You're not going to distract me. The flop, please."

You rolled your eyes, turning over the three cards in the center of the table. A king, an eight, and a three. Iván chuckled. "Something funny?" You quirked your head.

He quickly shook his head, "No, no."

"Hmm. Well, I'm all in. Let's just see our cards, shall we? You first."

Iván smirked. "Looks like I'll be taking that money back. Two pair. Eight and a three." He tipped his fedora at you, his expression smug.

You frowned, heaving a deep sigh. "Wow. That's a good hand, lucky hand really."

"Guess luck wasn't on your side tonight." He repeated to you.

"Oh, I don't know about that." You flipped your cards over, the reveal almost knocking the breath out of the man. "Three kings, three of a kind. Guess I beat you then, huh?"

"Que carajo..." Iván whispered to himself, removing his fedora to scratch his head. "You really had me fooled. I don't suppose you can be merciful and just give me the money anyway? My cousin was drunk and he's not supposed to gamble when he's drunk. He was gonna use that money to buy an engagement ring for his girlfriend. Just...please, I'm begging you."

You gave the man a sympathetic smile, gently leaning over the table. "How about this? I give you the money, and you do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"My father owns this casino, and some guy owns him money so, maybe you and your meathead over there can collect it and bring it back to me."

"And you can't do this yourself?"

"I'm usually the one to, but now finding myself here in this situation with you, I don't see the need."

Iván sighed. "Come on, really? I don't do that kind of thing. I'm more of a con man, not a mercenary."

"You wouldn't be a mercenary. It wouldn't be dangerous. This man is a family friend, he just owes us money, that's all. What did you think, that we were big time drug dealers or something?" You laughed. "You want your money back, don't you?"

"Fine. I'll get the money just so I can get my own money back. Jesus."

"Here," You slide over a piece of paper, "where you can find him. Tell him you're a friend of Y/n's, he'll trust you."

"Y/n? That's your name?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

"Hm, suits you."

To Iván's surprise, the collecting of your father's money went well. You weren't lying when you said the man was a friend, a little eccentric, but didn't seem sketchy enough to cause concern. Alfredo, of course, gave Iván crap for taking care of this errand for you, considering he thinks you stole his money. But what annoyed him more was Alfredo teasing him about having a crush on you. He didn't, he had only known you for an hour, tops. Sure, you were pretty and charming and had a cute smile and...whatever. He was doing this only to get his cousin's money back, that was it.

Plus, Iván still wasn't completely over his last relationship. He really thought Shui was the one, not that he ever believed in that kind of thing, but he really felt connected to her. But after finding out she was only with him for his money, he had to make the heartbreaking choice to break up with her. After all they went through together, just for it to end like that? It was a joke. He felt like a joke. But it didn't matter anymore. She didn't matter.

"Your father's money, bruja." Iván slammed the small bag full of money on the table of your office in the casino. "Now, my cousin's money, please."

"A resourceful one, aren't you?" You smirked, opening the bag and making sure the money was all there. "Good job, Mr. Pelayo. I'm afraid I underestimated you. My bad. Here's your cousin's precious money." But before Iván could take the stack of money, you pulled away.

"What now? I'm not going on another errand for you." Iván huffed angrily.

"No, I wouldn't ask that of you again, don't worry. In fact, I want to repay you for doing that for me." You spoke sultrily, rounding the office desk until you were at the man's side, running your hand up and down his arm slowly.

Iván's eyes darkened, examining your face intensely. "Repay me? I thought I was doing a favor for you?"

"Well, I'd like to return the favor." Before Iván could consider, you connected your lips with his, shoving off his fedora with one hand and rubbing his growing erection through his pants with the other.

"You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" Iván parted to say, already panting in anticipation.

"Do you accept my offer?" You grinned slyly, already knowing what his answer would be due to how hard his cock was throbbing through his pants. Iván only replied with connecting your lips with his own once again, one of his hands sliding up your back to grip the hairs at the base of your skull and pulled on them roughly, causing your head to jerk back so he could have access to your exposed neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin. "I take that as a yes?" You giggled, a gasp getting caught in your throat as he suddenly squeezed your ass and giving it a light smack.

If one thing was missing for Iván, it was a rebound; and you seemed to be the perfect rebound. You felt so delicate, contrasting your straightforward manner and blunt way of speaking your mind. Soon attacking his tongue with yours, sloppily dancing together, he was surprised by how bold you were. Moaning into your mouth as you took his cock out of his trousers, slowly pumping it with your hand, kissing your way down his chest that you exposed by practically ripping off his buttoned up shirt, getting on your knees and looking up at him with an innocent looking smile.

"Jesucristo..." Iván groaned out as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly while your hand pumped the base. You must've been real appreciative of him running that errand for you. Iván let his head lull back, his blissed out expression facing the ceiling, his soft moans echoing around the small room along with your own that were muffled by his dick. It was a mistake to look back down at you; your slight tear-filled doe eyes from gagging on his cock looking up at him, it almost made him come right then and there, but he made you pull away before that could happen. "It seems poker is just one of many talents that you have." He smirked, kissing your soft lips as he lifted you up so you sat on your desk, slotting himself in between your legs.

"Hm," You smiled, "let's see if you, too, have other talents then beating the roulette wheel." You forcibly pushed Iván down to his knees by his shoulders, lifting your flared skirt up to your hips, revealing your already exposed and slick covered core.

Iván's eyes darkened even more, if that was even possible, to see you weren't wearing underwear this entire time. "Presumptuous, are you?"

You shrugged with a chuckle, wearing a confident smile on your face as you dug your heels into his back to force him closer until you could feel his hot and heavy breath fan over your glistening cunt. But that smile quickly got slapped off your face as he went in for the kill, his mouth swiftly and expertly devouring your pussy like a man starved, causing you to try and find purchase by gripping his hair like a lifeline. "Fuck-!" You cried out, feeling his tongue explore you, switching between teasing your entrance and full on sucking on your clit, the obscene sounds coming from the actions only adding to the shocks of pleasure and intense heat that flowed throughout your core, quickly threatening to break you in the best possible way.

Iván smirked against you as you twitched and writhed from the pleasure he was giving you, having to hold onto your hips with a bruising force so you couldn't move away from him. But with how close you were, he knew that wasn't even on your mind. You gasped and moaned with every shock of pleasure that ran through your core, every one growing in intensity until you felt that familiar excruciating feeling; Iván had pulled away, right when you were on the precipice. You had half a mind to place his fedora back on his head so you could just smack it off in frustration, but that thought only lasted half a second before he stood up and rammed his cock into you without warning.

"Iván!" You almost screamed as he thrusted in and out of you with abandon, keeping that same bruising hold on your hips, licking and biting at your neck until you winced from the sharp pressure. "Ugh, god..." You groaned loudly, tearing falling down your cheeks as the blunt tip of Iván's cock kept slamming into that special spot inside of you. You clawed at his back, your mind going dizzy as the pleasure and slight pain mixed together, but you didn't want it to end.

"You feel fuckin' amazing, querida." Iván panted, licking up one of your tears, resting his forehead against yours, keeping intense eye contact as he pounded into you roughly. "Come on my cock, hermosa. I wanna feel you." You squeaked as he reached down to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit, that paired with him stretching you so deliciously and already being so close before, it didn't take you less than a minute to reach your climax. "Oh, fuck..." Iván groaned as he felt your walls clench around him so tightly he could barely move, watching your face contort in euphoria with captivation.

Once you had ridden out your orgasm, Iván pulled out of you and pulled you off the desk, shoving your down to your knees. "Will you take my cum like a good girl?" He rubbed himself as he looked down at you, groaning at the sight of your innocent eyes and open mouth, anxiously waiting and ready to take his release.

"Yes, sir." You whined, your response fast tracking his orgasm, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth letting out such pretty moans as his release washed over him, white hot ropes of cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. You moaned at the taste of him, swallowing every last drop, feeling pride swell in your chest as he praised you over and over again.

Iván brought you up from your knees, giving you one last exhausted kiss before dressing himself slowly, breathing heavily and clearly a little flustered. You smirked as you watched him, leaning against the desk and lighting a cigarette. "So, I take it you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Pelayo?" You inhaled a drag, the smoke rising up to the ceiling as you exhaled. He only scoffed, shaking his head as he threw on his suit jacket. "You seem quite tired. How long has it been since you've fucked someone, Mr. Pelayo?"

"Awhile." He said bluntly.

"Aw, bad breakup?" You asked somewhat condescendingly.

"None of your business."

"Oh, come on. Enlighten me."

"I don't have to tell you anything. It's not like we're gonna be seeing each other again. This was a one time thing, that's all. I appreciate it, and you giving my cousin's money back, but this is goodbye now."

You chuckled. "I doubt this is the last we'll be seeing each other, Mr. Pelayo."

Iván placed his fedora back on his head, then stepping towards you until you were face to face, his dark eyes boring into yours. "We won't be seeing each other again." He said plainly, turning and heading out of your office, rolling his eyes as you managed to get in the last word before he left the room.

"Yes, we will."

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I have no shame.