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Dark Matter - Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

The movie was kinda trash, but Daniel Brühl's character was hot, and that was enough for me to write this cause I'm hyperfixated

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It was empty in space. You've always been told that, but you couldn't really fathom how empty it was until you had to live there.

It had already been a year since you joined the Cloverfield, in a seemingly impossible attempt to generate infinite energy for your suffering planet. The task felt unobtainable at first, but being told about the Shepard and its capabilities, you at least had to try.

You were brought on as a technician, alongside seven other members of this mission. In the beginning, you were full of hope and excitement for what was to come. Some thought of the awards and metals you might receive if you were to pull off such an accomplishment, but you weren't in it for the recognition or fame, you just wanted to save your planet. But that childlike wonder and awe you started out with quickly lost its glamour.

You already knew it would be hard to be away from your friends and family, you knew it would take several months or even years to pull it off. You remembered how proud your family was when you were approached to take this job, and they were so adamant that you take it that you couldn't really refuse. Plus, you were asked to go to fricking space, you weren't really convinced that you would have much trouble deciding even if the people you cared about didn't want you to go. But you missed your family dearly, and you were lonely.

Ernst was really the only person on the mission team that you genuinely got along with, everyone else you only saw as coworkers, people that you have to get along with. But with Ernst, it was so easy. You felt connected to him. You both were somewhat hotheaded, but with Volkov constantly finding fault with Ernst solely because he was German, you couldn't really blame him for being a bit fiery. And you had your own issues with Volkov, so you both could share in your annoyance with the man.

You were lonely most of the time, but you could find comfort in Ernst.

It wasn't really a surprise to you, but on your daily call with your family, they had told you that your grandmother had passed away. She was old and already had a foot in the grave, but you had been close with her once upon a time, so it did hurt a lot. She had been sick, and was getting sicker every day. But when you were told she was better all of a sudden, you couldn't help thinking that that was it for her in the back of your mind, and it seemed you were correct.

You didn't really know what to do. You were in pain, but you still had a job to do, so you couldn't just shut down. It was an important day, as you all were going to try to run the tests for the Shepard.

You got dressed in your crew uniform with an emotionless expression, and your face stayed that way. You just knew that if you allowed yourself to feel it, you would break down, and nobody looks professional during a breakdown.

You greeted everyone as you normally did, albeit with a more monotone voice, but you hoped that they just thought you didn't get enough sleep. Plus, nobody would really care anyways. You thought Ava might, just because she had to leave a family of her own behind, but you wouldn't feel comfortable opening up to her. And you absolutely did not want Ernst to know, he did not need any more issues to deal with, especially with how rude Volkov had been the past week, even more than usual. But unfortunately for you, the Russian did seem to notice your unusual mood.

"Wake up on wrong side of the bed, Принцесса?" The man teased, clearly in a sour mood of his own. You just sighed and chose to ignore him, not having the energy to start a fight. "What? No snarky comment for me this time?" He smirked, and you seriously wanted to punch him.

A waste of oxygen, you thought.

"Leave her be, man." Mundy voiced. "We don't need the negative energy today."

Ernst walked up to you as you watched your bagel getting 3D printed, already feeling your mouth going dry at the thought of having to eat it. You almost flinched when Ernst placed his hand at the small of your back. "You alright?" He asked.

You tried to smile at him and nodded. "Yeah, 'm fine. Just sleepy."

"I've had trouble sleeping too, so I understand."

"Come on, y'all!" The commander's voice echoed. "We gotta start running these tests now if we ever wanna be ready for launch day."

It was a very difficult day. The tests were a complete bust and it felt like the whole mission was just a bad idea in the first place. And Volkov just kept criticizing everything that you did, it was bad enough that he did it to Ernst, but it seems that Volkov somehow just knew that you were already having an off day. You just wanted to escape to your room and cry, maybe just sleep for a week. But you still had to log the notes that you made into the system, but that asshole couldn't leave you alone. "Another failure, who could've guessed?" Volkov snarked. "I swear, if you and Schmidt weren't on this mission, we would've succeeded by now."

"Please, Volkov, I'm not in the mood." You all but begged, the weight of your bad news getting heavier and heavier. Just a little while longer, and you can retreat back to the privacy of your bedroom.

You heard Volkov let out a little laugh, flinching when he forcibly turned you around to face him. "What's the matter with you?" He asked, definitely not out of the goodness of his heart, but only to tease you more.

"None of your business." You snapped, turning back around and trying to finish your work as fast as you could.

"Jesus, who died to make you all weepy, or is it just that time of the month?" Big mistake.

You broke, and you couldn't handle the man anymore. Before you could even consider the consequences, you balled up your fist and punched Volkov square in the nose. You had never punched anyone before, so that's probably why you didn't break his nose, honestly, it almost hurt your hand more. But you watched with satisfaction as blood poured freely down his face, an angered and shocked expression on his face.

"Cука." He growled, balling up his own hand tightly. You braced yourself as Volkov drew his fist back, closing your eyes and waiting for the pain to come. But thankfully, it never did.

"What the hell is going on?" Mundy exclaimed, holding Volkov back from getting his revenge.

"The whore punched me!" Volkov spat, holding his nose, blood seeping out of the gaps in his fingers.

"Well, you probably deserved it then. Come on, let's get you to Monk."

Despite being appreciative of Mundy's discreetness and overall favor towards whatever reason you could've given for your impulsive attack, you knew Volkov would take the first chance he got to blab to the commander and try to get you punished. But until then, you decided to hide out in your room, cradling your now injured hand in your lap, watching as it slowly bruised and throbbed.

Now, you were both in emotional and physical pain.

Tears welled up in your eyes when your hand would clench up and release, pain shooting all the way up to your elbow. You didn't know if something was broken, definitely sprained, but you didn't have it in you to care. You thought of your family, your grandmother, and all you wanted was to be home on Earth, even if it was an absolute shit show and you were probably better off in space. You wished you never had joined this stupid mission in the first place, you would've been there for your grandmother's passing if you hadn't.

"Fuck!" You yelled, throwing whatever was in your vicinity at the wall; apparently, an empty hydro flask. You hated feeling like this. You hated not being in control of your feelings like you usual were, everything was thrown off-kilter and you wished it would stop.

You bit your lip hard as tears fell from your eyes without permission, but that was just was you needed, even if you consciously didn't want that to happen. Feeling the tears stain your cheeks, hitting your bruised hand as they dripped off your chin, finally made you allow yourself to sob. You never felt lonelier than you did right now, crying by yourself in your empty, dark, and cold room. That is, until you heard a soft knock on your door.

You quickly wiped away any tears left on your face, shaking your head to try and force your feelings away, brushing yourself down to seem somewhat presentable for whoever was outside your cabin. You weren't that surprised to see it was Ernst, but it didn't make you less flustered when you realized he was analyzing your face, his expression turning into one of concern, which is what you didn't want. "May I come in?" He asked, not really giving you time to answer as he walked past you into your room. "You punched Volkov." He stated as you closed your door, turning back to face him with a frown.

"I'm willing to bet Kiel isn't too happy with me." You replied.

Ernst chuckled. "No, he isn't. But I've punched that bastard many times, so I don't think you'll have to worry about being punished. Plus, what can he do, throw you out of the station?"

"I suppose not. So, why are you here, Schmidt?" You asked, minding your hand and hiding it by crossing your arms.

Ernst furrowed his brows, taking a step closer to you, causing you to involuntarily take a step back. "You haven't been yourself today. You've been quiet, spacey, and you've never been the type to resort to violence; not like me. Though, Volkov probably had that punch coming, especially with how badly he's been treating you, which is also something you don't take quietly. I'm…I'm worried about you, Y/n." Your lips twitched upwards for a split second, Ernst rarely ever calling you by your first name, even in private. "And I know you're hiding that hand from me."

You could only watch as Ernst gently uncrossed your arms, putting on his glasses and wincing when he saw your slightly swollen hand. "Oh, Schatz, why didn't you go to Monk right away? Come on, let's get you to-"

"No." You refused, pulling your hand away, ignoring Ernst's confused expression. "I just…I don't-" You sighed, taking a seat on your bed. In truth, you were on the verge of a breakdown and you didn't want to be outside the privacy of your room when you eventually broke. One look at Ernst, and you could tell he understood, nodding lightly.

"I'll be right back." Ernst voiced, exiting your room and hearing his footsteps get further and further away. And several minutes later, Ernst came back, holding an ice pack and painkillers. "Take these, and let me look at that hand. Be thankful I know basic first aid."

"Thank you." You mumbled, quickly swallowing down the pain meds, but wincing when Ernst took a hold of your hand once more.

"Sorry." He said softly, trying to be as gentle as possible. "I don't think anything is broken. You're lucky. Volkov is known for his hardheadedness." He joked, making you crack a smile, which made him smile. His expression soon turned serious, but kept his gaze as soft as his hands on you. "So, are you going to tell me what's got you down, mein Liebling?"

It didn't take but a few seconds for you to break under his gaze, your eyes soon burning with overflowing tears. You brought your non-injured hand up to cover your mouth to keep your whimpers from escaping your throat, lowering your head in embarrassment. You kept trying to stifle your sobs as you felt Ernst move in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to sit on his lap where he held you in a firm but gentle hug. "It's okay." He whispered. "Just let it out, mein Liebe."

The dam finally broke at full force, the comfort of knowing that someone you trusted was with you made it easier to allow yourself to be vulnerable. You buried your face in his shoulder, tears running off your cheeks and hitting his jumpsuit. You shook in his arms from your racking sobs, and trying to keep it under control only made it worse. You knew you'd be humiliated after you settled down, but in the moment, you couldn't care less. Though, you still felt bad that you were being like this with Ernst without him even knowing why.

"My…my grandma died last night." You hiccupped, gripping onto Ernst's arm to help ground yourself. "I wasn't close with her towards the end, so I didn't think it would effect me this much. But I guess I was wrong." You chuckled bitterly, angrily wiping away your tears.

"I'm so sorry, Liebe." Ernst kissed your non-injured hand, and you tried to ignore how it made your heart skip a beat.

"I tried not to let it interfere with my work, but since the tests failed…maybe Volkov was right, it was my fault."

"He said that to you?" Ernst questioned immediately, making you regret ever mentioning it. "No. Volkov is a fuckin' arsehole and he can eat shit. It absolutely was not your fault. That fuckin' prick, I should find that bastard right now and-"

"Don't." You interrupted. "Don't. It's not worth it. He doesn't need another bloody nose."

"I disagree." Ernst snarked, but calmed down once he saw your somber expression. "But I won't, I'll stay with you as long as you want me to." He lightly wiped a small piece of hair that had fallen over your eyes, tucking his behind your ear, such an intimate gesture causing your face to heat up. "Do you want me to stay?" He asked softly, gently squeezing your hip.

"Yes." You smiled weakly, caressing the slight stubble that built-up on his face. You leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose, a more courageous moment for you. The look on Ernst's face almost made you regret such an action, until he himself leaned in; not kissing your nose, but your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut as his mouth moved against yours sensually, making your head spin as he kissed you like it was the only time he could. You moaned as he massaged his tongue with yours, taking his time in exploring your mouth, keeping a firm grip on your waist and roughly squeezing sparingly. And when you thought he'd take things further, he stopped, just as you started to ache for him. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily like he just ran a marathon. "You're exquisite."

"Then why'd you stop?" You huffed desperately, tugging at his shirt.

"It's not like I wanted to. Trust me, I would love to continue, it's just…well, grief can sometimes…uh, increase libido." He cleared his throat nervously, a tad bit overwhelmed. "I just don't want you to regret it, this. Because if it wasn't obvious already, I really like you. And I don't want to jump into anything too quickly, especially when you're in such a vulnerable state."

You smiled genuinely for the first time since you got the news, his clear respect for you warming your heart. "I wouldn't regret it. You're the only person on this station that I truly care about, and I have feelings for you too. But if it's important to you that we wait until I'm in a better, then that's okay. We have all the time in the world up here. But, I still don't want to be alone."

"Well, I wasn't planning on leaving, Liebling."

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Salvation In Destruction - Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

Welp...I have no excuse. I know this idea has been done already, but I don't care. Daniel Brühl as a priest is something I didn't know I needed. I HAD to write something for him, he be looking like a whole snack in the Garden of Eden and I wanted a taste of that forbidden fruit...I'm sorry.

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI: SMUT, male masturbation, oral (f receiving), priest kink, use of Bible verses, and just overall sacrilege and debauchery

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It was Sunday mass. A beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, a nice contrast to the chilly weather that came with Fall. The congregation that flooded into the pews all dressed nicely, thankful that they didn't have to bundle up quite as much because of the slight warmth the sun produced.

Father Antonio tried to greet everyone as he normally did before he started his sermon, making the place feel welcome and comforting. Ever since Antonio came to be the priest, more and more people started to show up on Sundays. He didn't like to think it was because of his looks, but in his heart, he knew it was true, for a few people, at least. But he liked to think that anyone who did come to church for his looks found God through him.

The last priest was old and quite brash, which did frighten some people. Shouting at people was definitely not the best way to win over people's hearts for God, Antonio learned that a long time ago. After the old priest retired, Antonio took that opportunity to start preaching sermons differently. Actually talking about the love of God instead of talking about being sent to Hell for this, that, and the other proved to be a welcome change. He found more new people actually choosing to keep going to the church instead of trying different ones. Antonio knew pride was a sin, but he did feel that him becoming the priest was part of that nice change and he was glad.

But there was one thing that Father Antonio had internal struggles with, one problem that he had that he couldn't seem to pray away. Father Antonio stood at the pulpit, looking over the congregation as he preached his Sunday sermon, his eyes always coming back to look at one person; you.

You always sat at the front, innocent doe eyes looking up at him attentively, hanging onto his every word during each and every sermon. You had been going to his church for years now, never missing a service. You were devout, it seemed, not one of those whose parents forced them to attend, and Antonio didn't know if that made his attraction to you better or worse.

But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.

Remembering that verse, Antonio could feel a slight buildup of sweat collecting on his forehead, starting to feel his robes sticking to his body uncomfortably, the sight of you only making him feel worse. You were wearing a dress that hung loosely just above your knees, the top half hugging your chest but not overaccentuating your breasts, you looked perfect. Antonio gulped as you uncrossed and crossed your legs, unknowingly giving him access to peak underneath to catch a tiny glimpse of your white lace underwear. You had the end of a pen between your teeth, a habit of yours whenever you weren't scribbling notes in your small notebook you had settled on your lap, brushing it over your lips absentmindedly. If you were anyone else, Antonio would probably think that you were doing it on purpose just to tease him.

Thankfully, the time was up and had the sermon come to a close. As he greeted everyone at the beginning of service, Antonio always made sure to say goodbye to everyone that exited the building, offering thank you's whenever someone told him how well he preached. Antonio almost felt his heart skip a beat when you gave him a smile as you passed by, giving you his own nervous smile in acknowledgement.

Antonio walked into the comfort of his apartment, sighing as he plopped down onto his bed. He thought about how pretty you looked that morning, how nicely that dress fit you, how the light from the stage hitting your lip gloss made them shine and look so enticing and kissable. Antonio could already feel his hardening cock press against the material of his trousers, aching and begging to be set free and touched lovingly. He was lucky he waited to think about you until he got home, rubbing one out in the back room of the church would definitely be frowned upon if caught.

Antonio closed his eyes, lightly trailing his hand down his torso, inching his way to the belt of his pants, imagining it was your hand that was touching him. So hard, Padre, is this for me? He palmed his erection through his pants as he imagined your sweet voice, feeling the guilt build up inside him as well as the pleasure as he finally released his cock from the confines of his pants. He knew it was wrong, he knew he should not be doing this, especially to the thoughts of you. He gripped his cock and slowly pumped up and down, imagining it was your mouth, that same lip gloss you were wearing smearing onto his shaft as you sucked him. "Y/n…" Antonio whispered, pumping himself faster, moaning as he felt his balls tighten as he got closer and closer to his climax.

Come for me, Padre. Let me make you feel like God Himself. Antonio moaned loudly as he finally released, hot cum pouring out of his slit and onto his stomach, bringing his other hand up to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. He sighed, getting up from his bed and settling down on his knees, bringing his hands up and putting them together. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…"

It had become a habit, as much as he hated to admit it. He just couldn't help it, but he was still ashamed how little self control he had in himself. He was thankful that he had weekly intervals when seeing you, he didn't know if he could handle seeing you everyday without losing his composure. But as the saying goes, God works in mysterious ways.

Antonio started to notice you coming in to church more often, only for a few minutes to pray, and then you would leave. As a priest, he was probably supposed to ask you if you were alright, but with the memories of every time he touched himself to the thought of you, he couldn't possibly look you in the eye without blushing. Every time you came in to confess, Antonio would conveniently not be there. His attraction to you became debilitating, and he started to worry if he was losing his faith.

When it was quiet and nobody seemed to be around, Antonio got on his knees to pray at the alter. He asked for guidance, for strength, self control, but he was only met with silence. As he stood up and turned around, there you were, sitting in a pew. You looked distressed, and Antonio knew he couldn't ignore you any longer, not when you looked like you needed someone to talk to. "Is everything alright?" Antonio voiced softly, taking a seat beside you.

You smiled weakly at him, a pained look in your eyes that you were trying to conceal, but Antonio could see through you. "Not really." You chuckled.

"Well, you can talk to me, you know? If you're comfortable with that."

"It's just…I feel like I'm starting to lose my faith. When I was younger, coming to church, praying, reading my Bible, always made my spirit feel so rejuvenated. But now, it's starting to feel empty to me. Every time I come here and pray, I feel like such a phony."

Your answer shocked Antonio. In his mind, you seemed so engaged during his sermons, but he guessed everyone had secrets, and you were no exception. "I appreciate your honesty, Y/n. It's not an easy thing, to admit something like that. If I may be so blunt, to me, you always seemed to be the perfect example of Christianity. Not once in my being here have I seen you miss a service, I always thought you enjoyed my sermons."

"I do, Father. That hasn't changed. But I'll also admit, I just enjoy hearing you talk." You smiled nervously, playing with the hem of your dress and Antonio noticed, it was the same dress you wore that one Sunday. He so wanted to rip it off of you, take you on the pew right there. Antonio shook his head slightly, annoyed by his thoughts at such a time. But your smile quickly dropped at the sight, immediately regretting your words. "I'm sorry, if that was inappropriate." You stuttered out.

"No, no." Antonio quickly replied, mindlessly placing a gentle hand on your skirt covered thigh. "It wasn't. I'm sorry, it was just-" He stopped himself before he revealed too much. Quickly realizing what he had done from the look on your face, he removed his hand, uttering another apology. "I suppose I'll admit something myself, just to make it even. I enjoy seeing you attend my sermons, if that's not inappropriate to say as well."

You smiled, shaking your head. "No, it's not."

Antonio's heart was beating rapidly, hearing that you must have an attraction to him as well, he felt overjoyed. The temptation to kiss you was so strong, and he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any longer. "I, too, have also been struggling with my faith." He admitted, lowering his head in shame.

"I didn't think priests could struggle with that."

"We're human too. Just because I'm a priest doesn't make me invulnerable to sin."

"Well," You inched closer to him, "you can talk to me too. It's only fair."

Antonio smiled, nodding his head. "Sometimes it feels like I have no self control. For the past several months, I've had…sinful thoughts. I've tried to push them away, can't count how many times I've prayed to be rid of them. But, I've yet to receive an answer from the All Mighty."

You stayed quiet for a moment, considering his words. "What kind of sinful thoughts, Father?" You got up the courage to ask.

Antonio sucked in a sharp breath, debating on if this was a good idea. "Ones of lust, desire. Some days, it's all I can think about."

"Lust for who?" You whispered.

Antonio looked at you knowingly, a stare so intense it almost made you choke on your breath. The hand that was once on your thigh returned, squeezing the flesh softly as Antonio moved even closer to you until you could feel his heavy breaths on you. You placed your hand on top of his, bringing your other to rest on his shoulder. His honey brown eyes bore into yours, making your face heat up and your heartbeat quicken. Before you could think it over any longer, you leaned forward, closing the small gap between you and connected your lips with his.

You sighed shakily as Antonio pulled away, the kiss not lasting nearly as long as you hoped it would. "Would it be unbecoming of me to ask you to join me in the back room?" Antonio whispered, gently caressing your cheek.

"No. No, it wouldn't." You grinned, allowing Antonio to take your hand and lead you to the back of the church.

When you first started attending the church, you couldn't imagine that it would've led you here. Sure, you always thought Father Antonio to be handsome, but you were always taught to push away lust and desire from such a young age. You only had your first sexual experiences when you started going to college, meeting so many different people from all walks of life. Your first time with a man was pretty lackluster, both of you not really knowing what you were doing, but you were glad overall to finally have it over with.

Of course, you felt extreme guilt afterwards, the teachings of having to wait till marriage ringing in your ears over and over. Antonio didn't really have any sermons relating to sex specifically, but you were all too uncomfortable and shy to bring it up at confession. You were also afraid to be judged, remembering how judgmental the last priest was, and you didn't want Antonio to think terribly of you. Unbeknownst to him, you were having a similar struggle of attraction; telling yourself, it was wrong to be attracted to a priest, right? Though, you had more control over controlling your urges than Antonio did, surprisingly.

You were always afraid of your attraction bubbling to the surface and spilling over, afraid that you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from confronting him about it. But thankfully, you didn't have to worry about it any longer. All you had to worry about now was not getting caught with Antonio's tongue down your throat.

"I've wanted this for so long." Antonio whispered in between kisses, trailing his hands down to grip your hips roughly, pushing you up against an extra pew that stood in the center of the room.

"I never thought you'd feel the same way." You smiled, running your fingers through his tufts of hair.

"I know I'm not supposed to say this, but part of the reason I love preaching is because I love seeing you every Sunday. Wearing those little dresses, driving me absolutely insane." He growled, gently biting your collarbone, making you gasp, then pushing you down to sit on the pew next to him.

With shaking hands, you reached up to pull on his clerical collar, pulling the white band loose and slowly unbuttoning his shirt; so desperate to feel him, you could already feel your core throb needily. But you were soon stopped, Antonio gripping your hands. He stepped away for a moment, locking the door of the room with a smirk. "So we won't be interrupted." He said, then attacking your lips with his once more. "Have you ever done this before?" Antonio asked huskily, running his hand up and down your thigh, gradually pushing the skirt of your dress up your legs.

You blushed in slight embarrassment. "Yes, but it wasn't all that memorable."

"Don't worry, I intend to make this time as memorable as I possibly can." With widened eyes, you watched as Father Antonio sank to his knees; looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, something you hadn't expected to see from a priest, kissing each of your knees before trailing up your thighs.

You bit your lip as Antonio gently pulled your underwear down and off your legs, shivering as the cool air hit your dripping sex, aching for stimulation. Slowly kissing up the inside of your thighs, you gasped as he soon latched onto your core, lapping up your wetness and swirling his tongue around your clit, grabbing onto his hair and trying to stifle your own moans. "You taste as sweet as I thought you would, querida." He groaned, continuing to suck on your clit, making your head spin and eyes roll to the back of your skull briefly.

"Feels so good, Father." You moaned, involuntarily bucking your hips against his mouth, feeling him smile and chuckle breathlessly against your cunt. You let out a soft squeal as he pushed one of his fingers into your tight entrance, curling the digit as he kept tonguing your sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleasure built up quickly, shocks of electricity shooting throughout your body, almost becoming too much. "I think, I think I'm gonna-" You whined as he pulled away, delaying your orgasm.

"Not yet." Antonio wiped at his chin with his fingers, placing them in your mouth and watching intently as you sucked off your own slick. "Take this off." He ordered, tugging at your dress then starting to remove his own clothes, but you were quick to follow. Not ashamed in the least, you took a moment to ogle at his body, admiring his smooth skin and how it seemed to shine under the dim lights of the room. You smirked as you noticed Antonio was doing the same. "Eres tan hermosa." He spoke softly, kissing your lips lightly before joining you on the pew, settling in between your legs.

Antonio stared into your eyes lovingly, gently rubbing his cock in between your folds, gathering your slick and his saliva before guiding himself to your entrance, just waiting for your conformation. You nodded eagerly, moving your hips upwards to meet his, both of you moaning in tandem as he finally sunk into you. He kissed and nipped at your neck as he patiently waited for you to adjust to his size, his cock stretching you out deliciously. "Are you okay, mi amor?"

"Yes, more than okay." You smiled, bringing his lips down to meet yours in a passionate open mouthed kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started to thrust into you slowly. He already felt so deep, the tip of his cock hitting that special spot inside of you every time he plunged into you. "Oh, my God." You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his soft skin.

Antonio grasped onto your throat, squeezing gently, just enough to make your head feel dizzy. "How does it feel? Do I feel like God to you, chica bonita, huh?" He groaned, picking up a quicker pace, one that almost started to shake the pew beneath you.

"Yes, so good, Father, fuck-!" You cried out, feeling him hit your cervix over and over, the pleasure so intense it was borderline painful, but you didn't want him to stop. You were so close, you could almost taste it, the shocks of euphoria reverberating throughout your entire body. Your walls pulsed and clenched around his cock tightly, his loud moan at the feeling only accelerating your body's need to release.

"You're gonna come, aren't you, hermosa?" You nodded, a tear rolling down your cheek as you tried to push away the feeling. "It's okay, amor. Come for me." He stared into your eyes as you finally let go, a vice grip on his shoulders as you rode out your orgasm; Antonio wasn't that far behind. "May I come inside you, angel?"

"Yes. Please. Fill me with your cum, Father." You begged.

Antonio latched onto your shoulder with his teeth, muffling a loud groan as he released inside you. He stilled as his last ropes of cum filled you, collapsing on top of you in exhaustion, placing light kisses along your collarbone. "How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights." He started, kissing the valley between your tits. "Your stature is like that of a palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit." You gasped as he placed one of your nipples in between his teeth, biting and pulling gently. "May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath likes apples," He trailed his kisses back up to your face, kissing your lips softly. "And your mouth like the best wine."

You giggled, hiding your blushing face in his shoulder. "You're really quoting the Bible while you're still inside of me." You teased, making him chuckle.

"In all honesty, I've never felt more closer to God than I do right now. And it's not just because we…you know." He blushed. "If it's what you desire also, I'd really like to continue this relationship of ours."

"Wouldn't the church fire you if they find out?"

"Maybe it's God's will. Even if it isn't, I'm not planning on letting you go now that I finally have you."

You smiled softly, running a hand through his disheveled hair and placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Good, cause I'm not going to either."

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I'm a Christian, so that makes writing this okay right?...Right??

The Hit You Need - Helmut Zemo

"It was about damn time, Jesus Christ." - Me @ myself. Out of all Daniel's characters, Zemo was my first love and I can't believe I didn't write something for him first. Every "Which Daniel Character Is Your Boyfriend" quiz I take, I always get Zemo (don't mind me, just exposing my mental illnesses *plural*) Anyway, yeah, this took a long time, but I also managed to be lazy about it as well (you'll see what I mean lol)

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), slight possessiveness, fingering, oral (m!receiving), scratching, blood, enemies to lovers trope

5.3K Words🤙🏻

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You never wanted this job in the first place, guarding Avengers level criminals wasn't what you had in mind when you started working for Secretary Ross, aka, your uncle-in-law. You wanted to join the military, but your parents were dead set against it. So, with the help of your aunt, she landed you a job at the Raft...how fantastic.

Okay, it wasn't that bad, you could pick your own hours that would best suit you and it had decent benefits. But you definitely did not want to stay at the job forever. Whenever you fantasized about your future, you always wanted a job where you could travel. The Raft may be in the middle of the ocean and you had to travel there, it was so lonely and boring. Nothing fun ever seemed to happen, and it was driving you insane.

Then, Helmut Zemo arrived.

Fresh meat newly brought in by the Wakandans. You had heard about Zemo, being the entire reason the Avengers broke up in the first place. His intense dark eyes ensnared you instantly, but it wasn't surprising with everything you've heard about the man.

"I thought he was imprisoned in Berlin?" You had asked your uncle-in-law.

"James Buchanan Barnes took it upon himself to break him out a few weeks ago, to help with some super solider outbreak or something." He answered nonchalantly, which made you concerned with how apathetic he seemed towards the situation.

"Shouldn't you have looked into that?"

"Not our jurisdiction." Um, it probably was, but you couldn't find it in yourself to give it more thought.

You weren't often tasked with personally seeing over a certain criminal, usually there would be more than one guard looking over each individual. But when you were tasked with watching over the Baron, you tried to hide your excitement.

Every day, you watched Zemo in his cell, often reading a book or simply sitting fiddling his thumbs, but always a pondering expression on his face. You wanted to know what he was thinking, you wanted to talk to him, even just once. You knew Ross would not be happy with you if you did, so you had to wait for the right opportunity, and he handed it to you on a silver platter.

The Baron was called in for a meeting with Ross, and you were to escort him to the meeting office. You had heard rumors and whispers about some plan that your uncle was conjuring up, not one so well received by the sound of the gossip you would hear around the prison. A plan to allow the villains of this prison to be given a chance a redemption, to form a team that would be supervised under the government. It sounded far fetched to be sure, but you were curious to hear more than just the rumors.

"Word of advice, L/n," Your fellow guard spoke as you were putting on your guard uniform in the locker room, "don't let the man talk to you, and vice versa. He's known for brainwashing."

You scoffed a laugh, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "I've read his file, and plus, I watch the news."

"Then you know how dangerous he is. I'm just saying be careful."

You smiled confidently. "How dangerous could a man in chains really be? It's not like he's superhuman like others in here. I'll be just fine." Your coworker simply responded with a unimpressed expression. You couldn't really blame them though, you still were considered a greenie being one of the only people allowed to join at the Raft in over five years. But that was just a cause to prove your worth, even though the job wasn't all that fun.

Despite your confident front earlier, you found yourself getting nervous as you loaded your gun's magazine and holstering it in your belt. You didn't know why you just didn't quit the job, considering how much you complained. It's not like you had a fascination with death and you never considered yourself an adrenaline junkie, but the thought that something might happen one day that forced you to use a weapon, it made your heart race and you liked that feeling. That was the same feeling you felt while walking to Helmut Zemo's cell.

You punched in the code to open Zemo's cell, the door opening with a slight gust of wind blowing in your face. "Congrats, Baron, you get to go on a field trip."

"Where are you taking me?" The man asked as you walked him through the halls of the prison, making sure to keep your wits as he walked in front of you.

"Secretary Ross wants to speak with you." You answered simply.

"Why would he want to speak with me?"

"Quiet. You'll know soon enough. Turn left." You ordered, narrowing your eyes as you heard the man scoff. "Something bothering you?"

"No. It's just, you don't have to be so aggressive when I'm complying."

"You're the one talking out of line."

"Perhaps. But you being so overly eager to dish out orders, maybe you're trying to prove something. Trust me, dear, you're not going to gain respect from your fellow guards by treating prisoners like me with such an uncouth manner."

Now it was your turn to scoff. "I'd never trust someone like you. And you're one to talk about being uncouth, civilized and respectable people don't bomb UN meetings."

Zemo suddenly stopped in his tracks, the action instantly making you reach for your pistol, but just keeping your hand barely hovering over the weapon. The man had a blank expression on his face and slowly moved closer to you until he was almost face to face. As your heart raced, you couldn't bring yourself to upholster your weapon, for a reason unknown to you. All you could do was watch as the Sokovian subtly examined your expression. "Struck a nerve, have I?" He smirked.

Your expression hardened, moving your hand away from your weapon holster to turn the man around by the shoulders and push him forwards harshly. "Keep walking."

"What's the holdup?" Ross immediately asked once you arrived with Zemo.

"Apologies, Secretary Ross, lost my way for a moment. This place is a maze." You thought up a lie quickly, the man couldn't know the real reason or else you probably would've been reprimanded.

Ross waved you off with an eyeroll, gesturing you into the room. You brought Zemo to the metal table that sat in the middle of the room, handcuffing him to the table, a slight pang of satisfaction when you heard him wince softly as you tightened the cuffs. "Will that be all, sir?" You asked. "Shall I wait outside?"

"No need. This shouldn't take too long anyway." You nodded politely and stood up against the wall next to the table, waiting for your uncle to get on with whatever the meeting was about.

"So, may I finally inquire what it is you want from me?" Zemo spoke calmly.

"To save time, I'll just cut right to the chase. After Thanos, we're still in the dark about where the Avengers stand. So, we want to put together another team, one that'll actually be under supervision by the government so no one can cause messes like what happened in Sokovia. Many prisoners here want a shot at redemption, and they can earn a lesser sentence if they participate and follow our orders. I want you to be a part of this team."

So the rumors were true. It sparked a few red flags in your mind, knowing how many evil people were kept at the Raft. You just hoped that Ross didn't want to recruit those certain criminals, but then again, he was trying to recruit Helmut Zemo.

"You flatter me, Secretary." Zemo quipped, an obvious venom in the tone of his voice. "But I must kindly refuse."

Ross' eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "So, you're saying that you're gonna give up a chance of redeeming yourself, possibly getting your sentence reduced? Is that what you're telling me, son?"

"Honestly, did you really think I'd agree to be part of some knockoff Avengers team? After everything that happened? If I may be so blunt, I would not be caught dead helping you and your corrupt government. Thank you, but I'd like to go back to my cell."

Ross frowned angrily, looking back at you. "Take the prisoner back to his cell."

"Yes, sir." You nodded, uncuffing Zemo from the table and escorting him back to his cell. He was silent the entire walk back, no witty comments or questions. Maybe it was for the best, but that didn't stop you from asking questions once you brought him back to his cell. "If I may ask," You started, "why didn't you accept Ross' offer?"

Zemo huffed, rubbing his wrists as you released the cuffs. "I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand."

You furrowed your brows. "Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Someone who's so desperate for validation that they'd willingly be part of a system that's corrupt. I have more pride than that."

You wanted to be offended, you were, but you couldn't say anything in retaliation or else Zemo would know that he struck yet another nerve. He was already so good at it, and you had only started speaking to the man thirty minutes ago. You locked his cell door in response, leaving him alone with his own thoughts.

It was your responsibility to bring the prisoner his meals after that. It would've been fine if it weren't for your slightly damaged ego from the previous day, but you made sure to hold up that confident front, especially in front of Zemo. "Your gourmet shit, sir." You commented sarcastically...okay, so you were still kinda petty.

Zemo narrowed his eyes at you and you tried not to squirm under his gaze. "Still playing this role, huh?" He replied, causing you to scoff. "Am I wrong?" He smirked subtly, knowing that he was never wrong.

"Annoying is a more accurate description."

He chuckled. "Thank you for the meal, my dear. You may carry on with whatever it is you do here." You rolled your eyes, locking his cell door and walking away with your hands balled into fists.

It was alarming how quickly he got under your skin, the quips back and forth with each other never failing to make you more annoyed with the man as every day passed. Then weeks passed, then months, and then it was your year anniversary since joining the Raft. You found yourself not internally complaining as much about the job anymore, and that was thanks to Zemo. You didn't tell anyone that of course. But if you were to ever think about quitting, you just thought that you'd be leaving Zemo and that put an unwanted pit in your stomach. It was unfortunate, but you started to care for the man.

Coming back to the Raft after celebrating your anniversary (not your choice), you managed to sneak a couple books into the place. But they weren't for you. Seeing Zemo just about exhaust every book he has in his cell, you thought he'd appreciate something other than the old tattered books he always read.

"You're back." Zemo spoke as you entered his cell, his lunch neatly displayed on the metal plate. "Thought you'd finally quit."

You chuckled. "Can't get rid of me that easily." You stopped and froze briefly, immediately cringing at yourself for saying such a thing. But you played it off quickly. "It was my one year anniversary of working here, so my family decided to force me to celebrate. It was pretty lackluster."

"As I'm sure any celebration with family tends to be." Zemo took the tray from your hands and faltered when he felt two thick paperback books underneath. He gave you a puzzling glance.

"Shh." You whispered.

Zemo set down the tray and glanced at the titles of the books. "Machiavelli..." He marveled, his eyes lighting up for a moment. He looked to you with a ghost of a smile, but that was enough for you.

"Heard you enjoyed his books. Our secret, yeah?"

"Thank you. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this."

You hid your oncoming blush with a nod, stepping out of his cell, almost forgetting to lock the door. Flustered, you punched in the code, not noticing that Zemo was paying very close attention to where your fingers moved.

After that day, you were even more enraptured by the man than when he first came to be on the Raft. You shouldn't have been, but you couldn't help it. He seemed to see through your very soul, and you didn't know if you liked it or not. He was handsome to be sure, but you couldn't possibly have a silly crush on a criminal...right?

You decided you just had to accept it, that way it would go away faster. But it didn't help that you were the one to deliver his meals every day, it's like the world was tempting you, baiting you into ruining your own life.

Every time you offered witty comments, he'd offer some back. Maybe it was wishful thinking, it probably was, but you started to think he enjoyed your company, despite your first encounter not being all too pleasant. Perhaps you both were just lonely, surely he was being kept in a prison cell twenty-four hours a day. And you didn't really have strong connections in the outside world, no real friends and you weren't exactly that close with your family besides your parents, but even they felt like more of an inconvenience. For some reason, you felt like you could trust him in a way. Maybe it was just his charm that lured you into a false sense of security, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. He was the first person in a long time you felt connected to, and you wanted to keep that feeling even if it was fake.

Whenever you had days off and went back to civilization, you found yourself missing the man. Even when you hooked up with some random person just to feel something, you could only think of Zemo. At some point, you just got tired of it. You couldn't even look at another person sexually without thinking of him. So, you just stopped having sex altogether. But almost every night you'd touch yourself, thinking of Zemo: his honey brown eyes, his incredibly sexy accent that made you have butterflies in your lower stomach, his intelligence and the way he used his words so perfectly. You could probably daydream about him all day...

"L/n." You were suddenly snapped out of your trance by Ross' booming voice.

"Secretary." You saluted sarcastically, causing Ross to roll his eyes.

"Over the past few days, I've noticed Zemo might have a soft spot for you. Have you noticed this?"

You tried to hide the fact that your heart sank as soon as he said that, furrowing your brows and letting out a breathy chuckle. "The terrorist, sir? Sorry, but no." You said bluntly.

"Well, I have. And I have a mission for you."

"And what might that be, sir?"

"I want you to get closer to him." Alright, not what you were expecting. "And if you can win him over with your...charm, try and convince him to join this team of mine, alright? We could really use him on our side. You can get it done, right?"

"What if he still refuses?"

"Then...get we'll have no use for him anymore." Ross said vaguely, putting a sour taste in your mouth.

"Wait, you wouldn't kill him though, right?"

"Just get it done. I'm counting on you."

The more you thought about it, the more you wouldn't put it past your uncle-in-law to execute Zemo, given his past history. If he could put Avengers in prison, who knows what he'd do to criminals. You would do as Ross asked, but you also had another plan in mind. It would be a long shot, but you needed it to work. You couldn't see it playing out any other way.

A few days after that, spending all those days planning, researching, making sure everything was perfect, you had your plan and you thought it was pretty good, for a person with very little experience in that sort of thing.

You bought a chess board, carrying in its box, the pieces clacking together as you bounced it with every step. This will work, this will work...

"Ah, what do we have here?" Zemo inquired.

"A strategist like yourself, you must be someone who'd like chess."

"Am I that predicable?" He joked.

"Far from it." You chuckled, setting up the board on the little table in the middle of his cell. "I hope you won't go easy on me." He didn't. He beat you in about five minutes. "You don't like to lose, huh?"

"I prefer having a challenge actually. But you opened yourself up to failure as soon as you moved your pawn in front of your bishop. Keep making moves like that and you'll lose every time."

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, Mr. Perfect-At-Chess. Let's go again."

"So," Zemo started after making his first move. "when were you going to tell me that you're Ross' niece?"

"How did you-?" You huffed. "Step niece. You forgot the step. Either way, didn't seem important. It's not."

"He's your family."

"Hardly."

"That's cold. Family is everything. Sometimes, it's the only thing you have in this world."

"For some people, yes. But not for me. My family isn't exactly something to be proud of."

"Why are you doing this?" He asked suddenly. "Or better yet, how are you able to do this? Bring me books, talk to me more than two minutes, play chess?"

"Truthfully...Ross wants me to get on your good side, to try and convince you to be part of his little team." You answered.

"And he's fine with you giving away this knowledge to me?"

"I didn't think to ask."

Zemo hummed in thought. "And what if I refuse?"

You let out a shaky breath. "I think they'll kill you."

Zemo chuckled bitterly. "Hardly the first time someone's tried to kill me."

"I wouldn't think so...Colonel Zemo."

He rolled his eyes, looking back down at the chess board. "And you agreed to do that for him?"

"I didn't really have a choice in the matter."

"There's always a choice."

"I suppose, if I wanted to be demoted or fired."

"Why not? Surely there is something out there you'd rather be doing than be a guard at this place." You tried to hide your oncoming blush by looking back down at the board, fighting against his inquisitive gaze. "Why do you choose to stay here?" Your bashful look have Zemo all he needed to know. Wearing a small smirk, he nodded understandingly. "And how would your uncle react, to know that his niece fell for a criminal?"

You scoffed, gaining your confidence back slightly. "For once in my life, I don't care about his approval, nor anyone else's." You slid the rest of the contents in the chess box to Zemo underneath the table.

Zemo gave you a wide eyed look for a brief moment once he saw what was in the box, before turning back on his calm demeanor. A 9mm, a note attached to it with a five digit code and detailed instructions. "What is this?" He whispered.

"Code to your cell."

"I can see that, but why?"

"I know you were the one that blew up the van that carried the Flagsmashers. I found the man that helped you do it; Oeznik. I'm not letting my uncle kill you or extort you, I'm gonna get you out of here. Checkmate."

Zemo looked back down with furrowed brows, his mouth agape. "You beat me..."

"I did." You smiled.

"Wait." Zemo gently grabbed your wrist. "What's going to happen?"

"I explain it all in the note. Don't worry. It'll be okay." And with that, you left.

And the plan worked...it actually fucking worked.

Once you gave the signal, it all went by like a flash of light. That old man turned out to be quite resourceful, but you knew he'd do anything for his Baron, including helping him break out of one of the most secure prisons in the world, having someone on the inside also helped. It was kind of shocking how little remorse you felt betraying your uncle and...well, your government. Being seeing the look of admiration from the man you helped break out of prison, any remorse you may have felt was gone.

Zemo, being the rich Baron he was, of course he had a safehouse he could go to. And with you now being on the run along with him, you were forced to go with him, not that you minded in the slightest. It was a penthouse somewhere in Europe, wherever you were, it was beautiful. You had never seen anything like it, and the penthouse was extravagant, but you didn't expect anything like from Zemo.

"You like it?" Zemo asked in amusement as he watched your awestruck expression as you looked around the house. "It's not much, but it'll only be temporary until we find somewhere they can't find us, somewhere safer than here. But it'll do for now."

"Not much?" You scoffed, trailing your fingers across the wooden framing of the furniture. "This place is five times larger than my apartment."

"If you don't mind, I'm gonna to wash off this disgusting prison smell." When he came back, he was clean shaven, dressed up in black pants and a purple turtleneck.

"Purple looks good on you."

"There wasn't much in the closet, but anything's better than that blue prison uniform."

"You look good in anything, honestly." You chuckled, biting your lip when he smirked, feeling your face heat up as he took steps closer to you.

"You know, I still haven't properly thanked you, for what you did for me." Zemo said seriously, taking your hand in his, gently running his thumb over your knuckles. "I'd imagine very few people would've done this for someone like me."

"Well, Sam and James did."

"They had an ulterior motive. They only did that because they needed my help."

"And how do you know that I don't have a motive, huh?" You teased.

"You're a kind soul, I can feel it. And I'll admit...you're one of the finest creatures I've ever laid my eyes upon. I never thought I'd be able to feel like this towards someone ever again." Zemo whispered as he reached up to lightly caress your cheek, causing a shiver to run up your spine. "I want you. I want to feel you against me, Liebe, only if you'll have me."

You didn't need to think twice about it. "Yes. Yes, Zemo, I'll have you."

You winced as Zemo suddenly pushed you against the beautifully decorated papered wall roughly, attacking you with his lips and squeezing your sides. His breath was hot on your face as he placed open mouthed kisses alongside your jaw, licking the shell of your ear, the teasing making your core throb achingly. "Please, Zemo..." You all but begged him, anxiously waiting for him to touch you in the places you needed.

Zemo's hardening cock twitched in his trousers as he heard your frustrated whines. He wanted nothing more than to take you right then and there against the wall, prison not allowing for such pleasures, but he was nothing if not a gentleman. He always treated his woman like royalty, and he'd be damned if he didn't treat you the same way. "Shh, I know, I know. Let me take my time with you." He whispered back, guiding you over to his bed, pushing you to lay back on the cool satin sheets.

Zemo had a dark lustful expression in his eyes as he slowly pulled your pants off your legs along with your underwear, leaving your already glistening cunt exposed to him. You could've sworn you heard him growl. "How long has it been since you've been with anyone, Liebling?"

You gulped nervously, almost squirming under his intense gaze. "A couple years..."

Zemo smirked. "Really? A beautiful woman like you, you must've had many vying for your affection. But you couldn't when you had to see me almost everyday, hmm? You couldn't fuck someone without thinking it was me, wishing it was my cock inside you, huh?"

You whined. "Yes, Helmut, only you. I've only wanted you." You moaned out as he placed rough possessive kisses up the inside of your thighs, skipping over the place you wanted him most. "Please, I need you..."

Zemo came to lay right beside you, helping you out of the rest of your clothing, kissing your collarbone before trailing his digits down your body. You gasped as he started running his fingers up and down your folds, gathering up your slick before rubbing slow circles on your clit, his mouth latching on to one of your nipples as your back arched. "I want you to come on my fingers first. Think you can do that for me?" His husky voice raised goosebumps all over your body, a shiver shooting down your spine and pooling heat in your core.

"Yes, anything you want." You kissed his jaw, instinctually opening up your legs further for Zemo as he continued to work on your clit, slowly inching two fingers inside you.

"How does it feel?"

"So good, Helmut, so good." You moaned, shocks of pleasure spreading throughout your body, causing your eyes to close.

"Look at me." He demanded, but still keeping a soft tone to his voice; and like you were his pet, you obeyed him instantly and looked up at him with glazed over doe eyes that could've made him melt if he wasn't so focused on your pleasure.

It had been so long since you've been with anyone, his long fingers thrusting and curling inside of you while his thumb kept a rapid and steady pace on your bundles of nerves, it didn't take you long to feel your body building to your climax. Zemo could sense it too, he could feel your walls clenching around his digits, your hand on his shoulder and the other holding onto the sheets tightening as soft gasps and moans got louder and louder. "Oh, fuck-!" You cried out, involuntarily bucking your hips against his hand. "I'm so close."

"I can feel it. Let go for me. Come on my fingers, mein Liebe." He rushed out, his mouth sucking and biting on your nipples, neck, lips, anything he could reach while increasing the speed of his hand. You had no problem obeying right away again, a loud shout escaping your lips as all encompassing please washed over you like a tidal wave. "Good girl, such a good girl."

"Fuck me, my Baron..."

Zemo groaned, shifting to lay on his back. "As much as I want to take you, I want to know how your mouth feels first."

You smiled as you moved in between his legs, helping him remove his own clothes, slowly rubbing your hands over his thighs, inching them closer and closer to his erection. He hissed as you licked a stripe on the underside of his cock, pleased with his reaction, you did once more before you started kissing his tip. Relaxing your jaw, you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his leaking cockhead. "Scheiße-!" Zemo gasped, "Haven't forgotten how to pleasure a man I see." He commented, causing you to smirk around him.

"I'm doing a good job, then?" You asked innocently, the look in your eyes downright sinful.

Zemo smirked. "You know you are, you little minx." You wiped that smug smirk off his face by taking him as far as you could fit in your mouth, eliciting a groan from man, causing him to chuckle breathlessly. "God..." He placed his hand on your head, not pushing you, but simply holding on to your hair. "You're gonna make me come, mein Liebe, can't have that just yet." He gently pulled your mouth off of him, guiding you to lay back down on your back.

"You're so beautiful..." Zemo breathed, trailing sloppy kisses up your body until he returned to your lips, positioning himself in between your legs. You gasped as he rubbed himself up and down your folds, your slick and his saliva causing him to slip inside you easily, feeling his cock stretch you deliciously. "You feel incredible, Liebling. You take me so well." He started thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust so you could fit him deeper and deeper, so deep until the blunt tip of his cock brushed up against that special spot inside of you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

"Oh God, Zemo...!" You cried out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails into the soft flesh of his back. Zemo groaned as he felt the sharp burn of his skin ripping open, blood slowly beading through the scratches cooling as it hit the cool air, causing him to shiver.

"You're already so close, aren't you?" Zemo teased, thrusting faster and pinning your wrists above your head, burying his head into the crook of your neck and biting harshly. "I can feel it. Be a good girl and come for me again, Schlampe." Obeying his command yet again, the tension in your lower stomach snapped and you came with a silent gasp, your walls clenching down on him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clawed at Zemo's back like a lifeline. "May I come inside you, mein Schatz?" He groaned out, feeling his release getting closer and closer, but waiting for your permission.

"Yes, please-!." You begged, tears brimming your eyes as he fucked you through your orgasm, trying not to squeal in overstimulation. But you couldn't help it once Zemo let out a loud groan, feeling him spill inside you. He all but collapsed on top of you, planting gentle kisses along your neck as he tried to catch his breath.

"That was amazing, and I'm not just saying that because I've been in prison for a few years." He chuckled breathlessly, moving to lay next to you.

"I believe you." You giggled, turning on your side to face him. You didn't know if you'd ever get used to his intense gazes, he could still stare through your soul.

"I could say I brainwashed you." He said suddenly.

"What?"

"If we get caught. I could say I forced you to help me escape, that I threatened you or something."

You sat up with a frown. "Zemo, no. I'm not gonna let you do that. Plus, we'll be careful. We won't get caught."

Zemo smiled weakly, sitting up with you, rubbing his hand over your thigh. "I'm sorry, Liebling, but I'm not giving you a choice. If we get caught, you'll get thrown in prison with me and I can't have that happen. Promise me that if we get caught, you'll say I forced you to do this, yes?"

"No!" You scoffed.

"Please, Y/n. You've already done so much for me, just do me this one favor. Promise me, Y/n." He lifted your chin and forced you to look into his eyes, filled with determination that you couldn't say no to.

"Okay..." You exhaled shakily, "I promise."

"Good. Good." He brought up your hand, closing his eyes and kissing your knuckles lovingly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Guess we'll just have to not get caught then, huh?" You smiled slightly, brushing a piece of hair away from his face.

"I will do everything in my power to make sure we never do. I can promise that to you."

"Good. Because I'm not planning on leaving you anytime soon, Helmut Zemo."

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Yeah, I wasn't gonna waste my time writing out a whole fuckin' action/breaking out of prison scene. I'm not smart enough for that, plus, that's where my laziness comes in. Sorry not sorry lol

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 🤷🏻‍♀️

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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.

Tentación- Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

yeah, i'm going to hell...but father antonio just does things to me and i need to write out my desperation (like it even helps alleviate it in the slightest). This is kinda a nonofficial sequel to Salvation In Destruction, but it can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: Literally just fucking in a confessional, need I say more? SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi-public sex (almost getting caught), daddy kink, priest kink, heavy degradation, slight humiliation, teasing, oral (m!receiving), ass and clit spanking, grinding, orgasm denial, forced multiple orgasms, and creampie

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Father Antonio quietly sat in the confession booth and has been for the past few hours. It was a slow morning, only a few members of the church coming in to do their routine confessions, nothing special. Antonio always disliked days like these, sometimes he'd even doze off and almost fall asleep due to the lack of activity. But it was his job, he'd have to see it through until confession time was over.

He soon perked up once he heard the other door of the confessional open and close, the faintest sound of shuffling as whoever it was settling into their seat. "Good morning," Antonio started as he usual did, "how may I help you?" He asked softly, ready to be impartial to whatever this person may confess.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been a naughty girl."

Antonio tried to bite back a smirk as he heard your voice, such a sacrilegious action could only come from you. But he cleared his voice, deciding to play up the role as stern priest. "It's Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He instructed.

He heard you chuckle. "Right. I forgot." Sure, you did.

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

"Technically, it was last night." Damn you, he could hear your amusement from beyond the barrier that separated the two of you.

"Oh really? Unusual for a confession to take place at night. But, I'd imagine it would have the same effect as it would during the day. Would that be a correct assumption?"

"Oh, yes. It was...very enlightening." Antonio chuckled, trying not to picture you on your back, legs spread and begging for him to let you come. Enlightening, indeed. "But, I feel I needed to come in for another confession."

"Then please, confess away."

"Ever since I've gotten into this relationship with my boyfriend, I've been tempted to sin every single day. He doesn't make it easier either, always so handsome and willing to do whatever I ask. It's becoming somewhat debilitating."

Antonio smirked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, maybe you should learn how to set boundaries with this person. Maybe learn a little more self control. Then maybe it wouldn't be so debilitating." He froze as he heard you let out a barely audibly sigh, leaning closer to the barrier to try and hear better.

"But the thing is, Father, just thinking about him...it gets me so riled up immediately." You almost moaned.

Antonio's eyes widened comically as he heard the slightest sound of wetness, a squelching sound that most definitely came from you. He could hear your breathing start to get faster, a dull thud as you leaned your head back against the wall of the confessional. "Are you...? Are you touching yourself right now?" He asked sternly, feeling his cock harden as you choked on a moan as an answer. He could've laughed, but he wasn't going to give in to you that easily. "You succubus. How dare you commit such atrocities in the Lord's house, especially during confession?" All while giving you a proper scolding, Antonio released his cock from the confines of his suit pants, biting his lip as he gave himself a few languid strokes.

"I'm sorry, Father. Are you going to punish me?" You asked innocently.

"Do you think that's what you deserve? Do you really think a whore like you deserves anything from me?"

"Please, I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise. Just please, punish me. Teach me how to be good." You whimpered, slowly rubbing circles on your clit, but it wasn't enough. You needed him, you needed his cock to fill you.

"Come here." Antonio finally ordered, and you were quick to obey. Leaving your own side of the confession booth and opening his door, seeing him waiting patiently with his cock out, your mouth watering as you entered and closed the door behind you. "On your knees." He commanded, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you towards his dick. "Take it, slut." You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hearing the heavenly sound of his first soft moan escaping his mouth. "That's it." He whispered, easing his dick all the way to the back of your throat, a smug smirk adorning his face as he heard you gag. "You like that? You like taking my big cock like a good little slut, huh?" You agreed as best you could, tears already running down your face from how he stretched your throat.

You gasped as he brought you up to face face by your hair, kissing you roughly and pulling down your skirt and underwear, letting it pool around your ankles. "Please, fuck me, Father." You begged, feeling your arousal slowly drip down your inner thighs, the intense desire for him becoming almost painful.

You grinned as he smacked your ass, bringing you down to straddle him. "You'll take what I give you." You bit back a squeal as he used his cockhead to hit your swollen and throbbing clit, grabbing onto your hips and forcing you to grind yourself on him. "How does that feel, baby?" He asked teasingly, feeling how you twitched and squirmed, so desperate to feel more. "You're so wet, mi amor. It's like this pussy's been neglected for years...but we both know that's not true." You blushed furiously at his words, a sense of embarrassment and pride filling you all at once, knowing that he knew he had this effect on you. Him and only him.

Antonio turned you around so your back was facing him, one hand on your hip and the other covering your mouth. Your loud moan thankfully was muffled by his hand as he brought you down on his cock roughly, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being as wet as you were. He pressed your back against his chest, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as you adjusted to his size. It didn't take you long to start moving your hips in desperation, the booth so hot with your breaths mixing together and forcing yourselves to keep as quiet. "Please..." You whined, just him being inside you still not enough to satisfy you.

"Lord, is nothing ever enough for you?" He hissed in your ear, keeping a firm grip on your throat as he helped you bounce up and down on his dick.

"You feel so good, Antonio." You whimpered, biting your lip hard to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. "Fuck, baby..." Antonio had to do the same, the feeling of your walls clenching him so tightly, it almost made him light headed. But the angle he was fucking you, he was so deep, started to brush up against that special spot inside you, letting out a guttural moan.

Antonio brought his hand back up to cover your mouth, slapping your clit with his other hand, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal. "Quiet, slut. What if someone walks in, huh? Keep your mouth shut and I just might let you come." The reward just sounded too good to resist, you were already to anxious to come, but you needed more stimulation elsewhere.

"Touch my clit, Padre, please." You breathed out.

"No. I haven't decided if I wanna let you come just yet, you haven't even done what I asked of you yet. Be my obedient succubus and we'll see." You almost let out a sob, and you couldn't help but reach down to try and touch yourself, but just falling short before Antonio grabbed onto both of your writs, pinning them behind yourself. "What did I just tell you, puta?" He slapped your clit again, the painful shock causing you to finally let out that sob. "Cállate!" He hissed suddenly, stopping his movements completely; you were about to whine and beg for him to continue until you heard footsteps getting closer and closer until the other door to the confessional booth opened.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." The voice of an elderly man spoke.

Antonio cleared his throat before replying to the anonymous person. "How long as it been since your last confession?" He asked, a slight shakiness to his voice that didn't go unnoticed by you, his cock still inside you and twitching in desperation for that sweet friction again, unintentionally edging himself.

The conversation dragged on, feeling like ages and your cunt begging for his cock to start moving inside you again. You slowly started to move your hips, feeling Antonio tense up as your walls started tightening around him. His breathing was heavy and deep, trying to focus on the conversation instead of how you slowly gyrated your hips and how amazing it felt. You hide to hold in your giggles as Antonio had to quickly clasped his hand to cover his own mouth when you made another calculated move to purposely clench around him as he kept trying to give counsel to this old man, still completely unaware of what was happening right next to him, the thin barrier the only thing keeping him from seeing his own priest with his cock buried deep inside you.

It was a couple more minutes before the man finally left, conveniently, the morning turned into the afternoon and that meant no one else was going to be coming in for a confessional, so you and Antonio didn't have to worry about anyone else interrupting you. But that didn't mean he was finally going to give you want you wanted, of course, how stupid could you be to think that? "Please, Father, please," You begged, drool dripping down your neck as he fucked into you relentlessly. "let me come." You sobbed, not caring how you looked or sounded, you only wanted one thing.

"You wanna come, baby?" He growled, a vice grip on your wrists as he continued to piston into you, not letting up even after you started to cry. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, aren't you? You're crying so hard, baby, you sure you can't come from just my cock?"

"I need you to touch my clit, please!" You whined, trying to fight against his hold on wrists, wanting to rub your clit so bad. "Daddy, please."

"Okay, baby." He whispered, reaching down and rubbing viciously slow circles onto your clit. "This what you wanted?"

"Faster, please."

"So polite." He grinned. "You've never failed to use your manners for me, I'm fucking you that good, huh?"

"Yes-!" You screamed out as he quickened his motions on your clit, feeling like liquid fire was flowing through your veins as you instantly reached your peak, seconds away from falling over until he suddenly pulled away. "Antonio!" You sobbed in frustration.

"What is it, baby?" He asked smugly. "Oh, did you want to come?" You nodded furiously. "You just told me to touch your clit, you never specified that you wanted me to make you come. My mistake." You moaned brokenly as he started to rub your clit again, getting you to that peak yet again before denying you that overwhelming pleasure once more. "You haven't told me to make you come yet. I can't give you what you want until you tell me, baby."

"Please, make me come, Daddy. Please, make me come." You begged.

"You never finished your confession." He started, rubbing your clit for a few seconds before pulling away, repeating those same motions. "Finish your confession." He ordered.

"What do you want me to confess?" You stuttered, such a blubbering mess that you could barely make out what you even said yourself.

"Confess, querida. Confess: you're just a filthy little slut who loves to come. Tell me." He smacked your clit, groping your tits roughly, feeling the bruises already starting to form.

"I'm just a filthy little slut," You sobbed, "who loves to come." You gasped loudly as Antonio rubbed your clit at a vigorous pace, compared with his cock slamming into you and brushing up against your cervix, your thighs shook and you spasmed in his hold. "Please, let me come, please, let me come." You begged, so scared that he still wasn't going to allow you to. But you were all too relieved when you finally reached your climax, letting out a loud cry as euphoria overtook you and flooded your senses, so intense that you were sure you blacked out for a few seconds.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Antonio asked as you brought yourself back down to earth, your back arching and singing precious whimpers as he kept playing with your overstimulated clit.

"No, please, I can't." You panted, the painful pleasure too much for you to handle after just having an orgasm.

"You can. I know you can." You tried pushing his hand away, but he was too strong and you were too weak and limp to do anything about it. "Come for me again, querida." He licked the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe as he kept the ruthless pace.

"Stop, baby, please." You begged, unfiltered cries and moans escaping your lips as you felt another orgasm building in your core. "Fuck, ah-!" You yelled as he pinched your clit, fucking into you faster, forcing your orgasm out of you like he was pulling teeth. You dug your nails into his arms that held onto you tightly, hearing him wince as you broke skin when you released on his cock again.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praised as you came down from your second high, falling completely limp in his arms, his hips below you doing all the work as he chased his own release. "Oh, mierda, I'm gonna come." He groaned, hugging your abdomen and his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. "Beg me to come inside you."

"Please, Daddy, come inside me, please." You cried, turning your head so you could kiss him, gasping as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. "Fill me up."

Antonio choked on a loud moan as he finally reached his climax, biting down on your shoulder as he released deep inside of you. "Oh, God..." He whispered, kissing where he had bitten you, his movements stilling and falling limp against the wall, his hold softening as he tried to catch his breath. "You did so well for me, mi amor." He smiled tiredly, turning you around in his embrace so he could kiss you properly. "Te amo, mi chica bonita." He whispered affectionately.

"I love you too." You smiled, kissing him one more time before getting off of him. "I feel sorry for whoever has to clean this mess up." You giggled.

Antonio rolled his eyes. "Me. It's gonna be me, you know damn well. But I don't mind." He smirked, helping you back into your skirt, using two of his fingers to push his cum back inside you before pulling your underwear back on. "You better not let a single drop escape this precious cunt, understand? Or else I will punish you when we get home."

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alright, that's it. i'm gonna turn myself in to the horny police so they can send me to horny jail where i'll live out the rest of my days branded as someone who was too horny for their own good✌🏻

Lesson Never Learned - Niki Lauda

Yeah, this kinda goes against all my morals, but I've consumed so much dark stuff over this past month and I just had to get it out of my system

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon, slight misogyny, slapping, spanking, biting, scratching, blood and blood tasting, degradation, gagging, and that's all I think?

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Niki felt boiling hot anger burning throughout his body, threatening to make him do some impulsive. But how could he not when he was the victim of such an appalling prank?

The red and white paint of his F1 car was ruined, a thick black paint covering the side of the vehicle with two irritating words: Rat Boy.

James struggled to hide his smirk, small squeaky giggles escaping his lips as he watched Niki storm up to him with steam practically shooting out of his ears. "What the fuck?" Niki yelled loudly, gathering everyone in the vicinity's attention.

"What's got you all riled up this time, Kraut?" James retorted in annoyance.

"My car, you asshole! You ruined it! Do you know how much money it's going to take to get it repainted, huh?" His accent was thick and heavy as his anger just kept growing. "I made it very clear I did not want to participate in such childish activities!"

"Aw, come on, Niki. Lighten up, man. It was just a prank, besides, I'm not even the one who did it so leave me be."

Niki furrowed his brows in confusion, not entirely believing him. "If not you, then who? Please, point me in the direction of the asshole who did this so I can box his ears."

"It was Y/n." James smirked as he watched Niki's expression drop.

"Y/n? That new female driver?" Niki was almost in complete and utter shock, still having difficulty believing that a newbie would even dare to mess with anyone, even if there was a prank was going on. "Where is she?" Niki asked lowly, his eyes darkening.

You were laughing with one of your fellow drivers when you heard the doors slam open, a fuming Niki speed walking straight towards you. "Bitch! You ruined my car!"

You giggled to try and mask your fear. "Chill, man. It's not permanent, it'll wash off."

"It doesn't matter if it's permanent or not, you still disrespected me by involving me in these stupid prank wars!"

"It was a prank! It's harmless!" You snapped at him. "Look, if you're really so emotional about your precious car's paint, I'll come by your garage and wash it off. How bout that?"

"Fine. Come by my house, my car will be there. No later than five p.m. or I'll have you disqualified." Niki walked off with a huff, leaving you to fail at steadying your rapidly beating heart.

"Well, how'd it go?" James teased.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him roughly. "I never should've listened to you. I didn't even want to prank him in the first place, but now I have to go to his place and play slave and wash his precious car."

"Sorry, kid." James laughed, clearly not sorry. "I just wanted to do it so bad but I knew he'd punch me if I were the one to do it, and I can't have anything ruining my face, especially not by the Rat. But since you're a woman, he won't be so hard on you."

Yeah, that's what you thought too.

You arrived at Niki's home still wearing your driver's uniform, it was already kind of dirty so you weren't going to dress up in something clean just to get it dirtied up when you washed his car. It was so stupid, it was just a prank. Why'd he have to be so angry about it, even after you told him it can be washed off? Did he have to be a pretentious jagoff all the time? No matter, you'd just clean the car as fast as possible and never prank him again, you weren't that stupid.

"Took you long enough!" Niki called out to you from his front porch, eating a small bowl of what you gathered was yogurt.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "I'm right on time, thank you very much."

"I said five p.m., it's six past five."

"Oh my god, you're such a douche." You muttered to yourself. "Where's the car, asshole?"

"In my back garage, you'll have to come through the house to get to it."

"You couldn't have just, ya know, placed it out here?"

"And make this easy for you? No, I'm going to savor this."

"Of course you are..."

In all fairness, washing off the paint wasn't too terribly taxing, but the paint that you used was messy and the washed off paint got all over your jumpsuit. It was easy to wash off the car, but it stained your clothes. Crap. You didn't really live in a well off apartment, it was small and it didn't have a washing machine and dryer, and the nearest twenty four hour laundry mat was a good hour away; and with a busy and early day tomorrow, you couldn't possibly take the time to make a run. You thought about your options and only came up with one.

"You look filthy." Niki stated boldly, but you were so used to his bluntness that it didn't even bother you anymore.

"Yeah, I cleaned your car. It's spotless, I can see my own reflection in it. But I wanted to ask if I could use your laundry machine? Like you said, this is filthy now and I don't have a spare. With the practices and meetings tomorrow, I really want to look at least a little clean."

Niki pondered for a moment before reluctantly agreeing. "Take a shower too, you smell as bad as you look."

You avoided Niki as much as possible around his own house, taking a shower first and using one of Niki's many robes so that you could do your laundry while not completely naked. You felt uncomfortable as you noticed Niki's gaze trail your figure up and down as you passed by him in one of his hallways, trying to ignore the vulnerable but somewhat arousing feeling that came with the situation. You just decided to wait in his living room until you heard the alarm that your laundry was ready, but by the time you reached the laundry room, your clothes were already gone. What...?

"Niki?" You called out, then hearing him call out to you from another room. You found him in his bedroom, holding your freshly cleaned clothes, a smirk settled on his face.

"Looking for these?" He teased.

You rolled your eyes. "Really, Niki? Very funny, now give them back and I'll get going."

"Who says I want you to go?"

"Well, that's not up to you." Niki raised his brows, almost challenging you, but you wouldn't put up with it. You stormed over to him and just before you were about to grab your clothes out of his hands, he lifted them above his head, smiling in amusement as you were too short to reach. "God, you're such an asshole. No wonder nobody likes you." You seethed, pushing his chest when he wouldn't let up.

"You think I care who does or doesn't like me? I couldn't give less of a shit, especially an immature person like you. But as you were washing my car, I got an idea. It's not enough for you to just taking responsibility for your actions, I need to personally teach you a lesson in humility. And I have just the way to teach you." You flinched when Niki pulled you to him by your hips, his grip firm but gentle. "I've always noticed, how well your clothes grip your form, now wearing one of my robes...I wonder how you look underneath?" You couldn't help but clench around nothing as he looked at you like he wanted to devour you, briefly licking his bottom lip before surging forward and kissing you harshly.

You quickly pulled away, slapping him hard and winding back to do it again, but he caught your wrist. It seemed the slap only spurred him on further, capturing your lips in a searing kiss once more, discarding your clothes onto his bed and using his now free hands to hold onto your hips tightly, all the while you continued to struggle against his advances.

Niki grunted in pain as you bite into his bottom lip, your teeth breaking the sensitive flesh enough to draw blood. He brought his hand up to inspect the damage and you feared you hammered the final nail in your coffin as he looked back at you with a dark lustful stare as he looked at the droplets of blood on his thumb. You whined as Niki forcefully shoved his blood covered thumb into your mouth, making you clean it off and swallow it. "Just as good as the taste of cum, wouldn't you say?" Niki asked, chuckling as you tried to retort with his thumb still in your mouth. "Maybe I should keep you just like this? Gagged so you can't run your big mouth."

You furrowed your brows in anger, pissed off to the nth degree. You didn't even hesitate as you lifted up your foot to ram it down painfully on Niki's foot, him yelping at the dull pain. "You're not gonna make this easy on me, are you? That's okay, I like a challenge. I've never had proper training on how to break wild mares, but I'm a fast learner."

"Did you really just compare me to a fuckin' horse?" You scowled, his grasp on you still surprisingly tight even after your continuous assaults. In your mind, you absolutely hated Niki, you were determined to make him suffer for being such a pretentious prick. But your pussy was telling you something else, considering you were sopping wet and constantly clenching and aching for some sort of friction against your core, you decided that trying to make him work for it might be fun.

You cried out as he pushed you against the wall, the back of your head hitting the hard surface slightly, making you a little dizzy; a harsh slap to your face immediately followed by a sloppy open-mouthed kiss made your head spin, and you felt you couldn't get your bearings anymore as he threw you on the bed. "Let go of me, you sadist!" You yelled angrily, spitting in his face as he tore off your robe, your core aching incredibly as he dominated you effortlessly.

"You vicious little whore!" Niki shouted, making you yelp as he smacked your naked thigh in anger, undoing his belt with one hand while the other pushed you down onto the mattress. Removing the rest of his clothes, Niki hovered above you, pinning your wrists with one hand and forcing your legs apart with the other, lined himself up with your entrance, and pushed inside you without warning or preparation. The painful stretch satisfying that ache in your core, but causing white hot anger to spread through your body. "Fuck, if I had known how amazing your cunt feels, I would've taken you already." He spoke as his lips stretched out along his overbite to form a dark grin.

You managed to get one of your hands free, reaching up and scratching his rat like face, your own evil grin forming when Niki groaned and red marks formed along his face. "Oh, I'm the sadist, huh?" Niki snapped, taking his belt and flipping you around, using it to mark the skin of your ass. You tried to wiggle out of his grasp as he whipped the leather across your fatty flesh, but the pleasurable pain forced you into submission. But, you then tried to kick at him as soon as he started to tie your hands behind your back with his belt, struggling like an animal being captured. "This'll go easier if you just stop fighting." Niki panted, lining himself up with your entrance once more before thrusting into you roughly.

"Fuck-!" You yelled, his cock brushing up against all the right places as he kept up a steady rhythm.

Keeping a hand on your bound wrists, Niki's other hand traveled its way to keep a firm grip on your jaw. He pulled away with a shout as he felt your teeth sink into his skin, leaving bloody indents. "You feral bitch." Niki grabbed the first thing he saw, your previously discarded undergarments in the pile of your clothes and shoved them into your mouth, forcing you to shut up from the makeshift gag. "That's it, take it like a good girl." Niki panted, gripping your throat tightly and pulling you up against his chest as he kept up a fast pace, an orgasm already bubbling up in your body against your will.

"You close already, Schlampe? Damn, and here I thought you were disgusted at the sight of me?" He chuckled, removing the fabric from your mouth so he could hear your desperate moans more clearly.

"You do disgust me!" You groaned, trying not to stutter as he kept hitting that special spot inside you.

"How sweet." He chuckled breathlessly. "Come for me, feral slut." Niki rubbed vigorous circles on your swollen clit while constantly slamming into you, making you jolt every time from the force of his thrusts. You tried to hold on, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but god, it felt so fucking good. "Is your hatred for me stronger than your desire to come, kleine maus?"

You couldn't take it anymore.

Eyes rolling to the back of your skull, you let out a deep guttural groan as your climax washed over you, so loud that it strained your vocal cords. But then, it just wouldn't fucking stop. It felt like your orgasm would never end. Soon, your groans turned into high pitched squeals as you rode out the last of your breathtaking release, it gushing out of you and dripping onto Niki's expensive sheets. You were so out of it that you didn't even realize what was happening until you felt the tip of his cockhead brushing against your lips.

"Open." He ordered, and you had no strength left to keep up your bratty act. Opening your mouth and catching his release obediently like a good little pet, even swiping your tongue across your upper lip to collect a drop that missed your mouth, sucking on his tip for a few seconds before he finally pulled away with a content sigh. You didn't resist as he moved to sit behind you, gently pulling you onto him so that your back lay on his chest, your sweaty bodies sticking together.

"When's the last time you came that hard?" Niki asked with a smug smirk, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Yesterday." You panted, still fucked out and limp in his arms, clearly contradicting yourself, then crying out as he slapped your overstimulated clit.

"Next time, maybe I should teach you a lesson on why you shouldn't lie, hm?"

"As if there'll be a next time." You snarked, whining loudly in frustration when Niki rubbed your clit in retaliation, holding you down against his body to keep you from squirming. "Please, Niki, I can't...it's too much." You begged, reaching down to grab his wrist.

"Fine. I'll give you a break. I am a man of mercy, after all." He talked like he was fricking Jesus or something, but then again, he probably thinks he's the god of racing. "But I'm not letting you leave just yet, I still have many more lessons to teach you."

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i have brainrot

Wretched & Divine - Tonda (Krabat)

Let's pretend Tonda actually brushes his teeth, yeah? K, thx

Warnings: misogyny, witchcraft and talk of religion I guess? Fluff?

6.2K Words🤙🏻 (yikes lol)

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You never thought you'd be living a double life, it was unheard of in your village. Everyone knew everyone, especially their secrets. Word always traveled fast, people you didn't know would suddenly be known as soon as something scandalous would happen in private. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because you were certain no one was dangerous to you or your family, a curse because well...you had your own secrets.

It took a long time for you to accept the fact that you were a witch. You were a devout Christian; always going to church, reading your Bible, treating others as Christ would have. You were the perfect daughter. Obedient, kind, caring; traits of a person no one would ever suspect of being a witch, but you were.

Growing up, you had quite an interest in nature, so much to the point you'd beg your parents to let you sleep under the stars, never wanting to sleep in your own bed. You were an excellent study, learning how to read, write, perform math equations, and just overall being an intelligent person. If you had grown up somewhere else, you might've just been burned or hanged as a witch for even being allowed to read. But your small village was thankfully more progressive than others; though odd occurrences started to take place more and more as you grew older, and it terrified you.

The first time you started to suspect you were a witch is when you had just turned twelve. Your courses had just started, causing you to be more emotional than usual, anything could set you off and you had already been raised with the notion that finally blossoming into a woman wasn't something that should be talked about in public; it was not ladylike. You were playing with your friends in the nearby creek and you hadn't realized you had bleed through your skirts; a boy called it out and made fun of you for it, and you were so mad, you felt like you had actual steam coming out of your ears and you were brought to tears. Then, suddenly, a low hanging branch from a tree fell on top of the boy's head, causing him to pass out. Now, it was probably just a coincidence, but considering the forest by the creek was a few feet away, it was hard to convince yourself it was just that.

You had started to experiment with this newfound curiosity of witchcraft, something that your parents and everyone who could speak warned of, but you couldn't help how drawn you were to it. Even just the name, it was intriguing. You weren't expecting anything to happen that day, sure that it was just an overactive imagination. But when you tried to replicate what had happened to that boy, you managed to smack yourself in the face with a similar tree branch. After crying from the unexpected wallop to the face, a sense of dread was felt in your heart, and you didn't even know if you should've told your parents. What would they think? Would they turn on you like everyone else would? Would they accept you? Would they kill you themselves?

You decided you couldn't risk it. You loved your parents, and you couldn't even bear thinking that they might turn on you just because you were born a certain way. So you kept it a secret, and you would never use magic, you swore that to yourself. But of course, that promise only lasted a few weeks.

Your friend had gotten gravely ill, and it didn't look like she was going to make it. You didn't know how you were supposed to go about it, but you envisioned her getting better and just kept that vision in your head for hours. You prayed of course, but you wanted to try everything you could to heal her. And holding her hand one night as she laid on her deathbed, sweat pouring from her and scarcely breathing, you suddenly got lightheaded as you prayed for her, feeling like your own energy was being taken from you. You couldn't recall how long you felt that way, but when you snapped out of it, you were shocked to see that your friend's face seemed to gain its color back. Before she was pale, almost gray and lifeless, but her cheeks regained their rosiness and she was taking full breaths.

You didn't know how, but you managed to save her life.

Maybe you weren't this evil monster that parents told their children about, you weren't just a scary bedtime story or warning. Maybe you could actually use your powers for good, to help people. Maybe you could make the village a better place. It was worth a try.

Years later, your village and its people thrived. It took a long time, but you managed to work hard to control and learn everything there was to know about witchcraft. You blessed the crops, producing healthy and bountiful harvests. You helped deliver babies, human and animal. You helped teach the children. Everything you could do to help, you did. You could even force rain out of the clouds when there would be droughts, turning storms away when there would be a danger of flooding, making sure the village was kept warm and safe whenever it would snow. You felt like you had finally found your purpose, and it made you happy. Although, you wished at least one person would know how you help. You sometimes wished you'd get the thanks you felt you deserved. But it was fine, as long as your people were happy and blissfully unaware.

You didn't know it, but someone knew your secret, multiple people; you were being watched.

The Meister had heard about you, he could feel that there was someone powerful, even more than himself. He felt threatened, especially because you were a woman more powerful than him. At first, he wanted you dead, six feet under. But before he could be impulsive like he usually was, he got to thinking. He only had boys as his apprentices, only used boys to gain more power. But from what he felt from you, he wouldn't even need to teach you his magic for him to be able to use you. You were already so powerful, he was practically salivating at the thought of how much power he could take from you. He needed you, he needed you to join his mill boys. Or at least, have his boys kidnap you.

The Meister had his boys keep an eye on you from time to time, watching you get more powerful as you grew older, reporting to him so he could figure out the right time to take you for himself. But he made the mistake of letting Tonda be one of the boys that kept an eye on you.

Tonda wasn't like the other mill boys, he knew how evil the Meister was and how far he was willing to go to keep himself alive and powerful. He wanted to leave. He wanted to live his life without being enslaved and eventually killed. He watched you with an envious gaze, wishing he could be in your place. You shined like the moon on a cloudless night, anyone caught in your bright rays always having a smile on their face. He had never heard of a witch or warlock having such a positive effect on people. Anytime he or his fellow mill boys were to venture outside on rare occasion, everyone treated them like they were dirt under their shoes, lowlifes and Devil worshipers, lost causes that should be avoided at all costs. He wasn't aware that people could treat people like him with such kindness as they would any other human. But then he quickly realized, no one knew what you were.

Tonda, overhearing his Meister's plans for you one night, he knew he had to warn you. He didn't know you, and he had no reason to do such a generous act, but if it were him, he'd want to be warned. He had time on his side, Silvester wasn't for another few months. The Meister trusted Tonda, a poor decision but one he was thankful for. Every time Meister sent someone to look in on you, it was always Tonda. And soon, that envy turned into admiration. Seeing how you genuinely liked helping people in your village, it just gave him more incentive to want to help you.

You felt the energy around you shift, every other day, you felt like you constantly had to look over your shoulder. It was subtle at first, just a little pit in your stomach as you walked around your village, especially during the evenings. Soon that feeling got stronger and stronger, to the point you felt like you had to stay in your home more often than not. It made you feel defenseless, unable to protect yourself. You needed to figure out whatever it might be so you could put a stop to it immediately.

You had read about being able to remove your soul from your own body, or your consciousness. The whole thing sounded demonic in its own right, but what if you could only see what was plaguing you if you weren't in your own body? The feelings that you would get scared you enough to want to try. You sat deep in the forest near your village, making sure nobody was nearby or watching you in person. Already being somewhat educated on the subject, imagining your soul climbing outside of your body, and exhaled a breath. As if you could hear a rip inside your own head, you were suddenly standing. But you weren't. You looked behind you to see your physical form still sitting in the same position and spot you were before. It was jarring to see yourself that way, almost lifeless, only the slightest trace of movement from your chest rising and falling shallowly. But you had to focus on the task at hand.

You wandered the woods in your non corporal form, following that feeling in your gut until it got stronger. You soon saw a distant glow in the darkness, a grayish tint. You made a sprint for it before it could disappear, and that's when you saw him.

A boy, not much older than you in appearance: his almost shoulder length hair tied behind his head in a short ponytail, his tattered clothing covered in what looked like flour, and his face lightly covered in soot. He stared at you in shock, like he'd never seen a woman before, but it was probably because you could actually see him. But you probably had the same expression on your own face, he could actually see you too.

"Are you who's been watching me?" You asked bluntly, completely ignoring your teachings of being respectful and meek towards others, especially if they were men.

The boy had a guilty expression on his face, his dark eyes looking down in what you could only describe as shame. "Yes..." He admitted, causing your face to scrunch up in a scowl.

You stormed up to him with eyebrows furrowed. "Why? What do you want from me?" You would've asked how he could see you, but you already figured he was the same as you, more specifically, he was one of those mill boys you had heard so much about: about how they practiced dark magic, serving an evil master that disguised himself as the mill keeper. But the boy wouldn't respond, his face only growing darker from blushing, the gray aura surrounding him not allowing for much color to shine through.

"I don't want anything from you. I just...I came to warn you."

"Warn me? About what?"

"My master...he knows about you, about what you are." You felt your heart hammer in your chest at his proclamation, your stomach feeling like it flipped at what he went on to say. "He wants to take your powers for himself. And he's willing to do anything to get it, even if it means killing everyone in your village."

The news was petrifying, but how could you even trust this boy when he served the same man that was planning on taking your powers? "Why are you warning me?"

"I'd want to be warned too." You could tell that wasn't the only reason, but you didn't have the patience nor time to ask for more. "You should leave your village, before the Silvester."

You scoffed. "And where would I go, huh? The village is the only place I've ever known."

"I don't know, but if you want your people to live, if you want to live, then you should listen to me." He went to walk away, but you stopped him, grabbing his arm.

"Wait. What's your name?"

"Tonda." You nodded, giving him your own and your thanks. He smiled weakly. "I already knew your name."

After that interesting and enlightening exchange, you felt the most stress you've ever felt in your entire life. Some evil man wanted to kill you for your powers, and would kill your entire village just to get to you. Why? And how? How could someone be that evil? You knew you would never get answers to those questions, so you simply just stopped asking them. You still struggled with believing and trusting that Tonda, but then again, he was like you and he admitted to being the one who had been watching you. It had been a few days, but you didn't feel that pit in your stomach you usually felt when you were being watched, so perhaps he stopped. Or maybe after finally meeting him, you didn't feel like you needed to be scared.

It was a silly thought, but you couldn't help but recall how handsome the boy had been. But it's not what you should've been thinking about. You needed to think about your plan on how you could get out of this situation. You didn't want to leave your family, or your village. You knew you could probably make it on your own, but the thought of leaving everything and everyone you grew up with, it brought tears to your eyes. God, you wished you could've just been born normal, then you wouldn't have to deal with all this. But the world just didn't have normal in its plans for you.

Even though Tonda had done what he set out to do and warned you about the Meister's plan, he still went out and watched over you from time to time, at least until you left like he told you to. But every time he went to your village, he was always disappointed to see you still there, but a strange feeling of relief was always right there with that disappointed feeling. In truth, having been somewhat of a guardian angel in a sense, he didn't really want to see you go. But he knew if you stayed, you'd end up dead on the mill floor come Silvester morning. He couldn't have that happen, not when you were so...good. He hated that he allowed himself to start caring about your wellbeing, but it's not like he had control over his emotions, he never had.

You felt Tonda's presence around you, starting to get a feel for his energy. It wasn't oppressive like it normally felt. Tonda's energy felt different than all the other people who must've been watching you before him. His energy felt warm, gentle, like a summer breeze whisking past your cheeks. You always managed to wear a smile whenever you felt that he was around, but you still felt that pressure of what he warned you about, and you could tell he was getting impatient. "I don't think I can leave my family." You blurted out one day, sitting in a tree all by yourself.

The wind bustled around you almost violently, like the forest was throwing a temper tantrum.

"What if...what if I can stop him; your Meister? If he's so threatened by me because of my powers, then why should I let him scare me off?" You yelped when you felt a small branch break off above you and fell down upon your head. "Ow." You sighed, seeing as the sun was starting to set over the horizon. "I have to go." You didn't wait for a sign that he understood, you simply hopped out of the tree and made your way back to your home.

You really gave it some thought. What if you were powerful enough to put a stop to whatever nefarious plans this Meister had? If he was so evil, wouldn't it be worth trying? But you were swiftly cut off from your train of thought when you heard shuffling outside your window. Standing up from your bed and keeping a protection and offensive spell on stand by, you waited until you could see exactly who or what it was outside.

You clasped your hand over your mouth to silence your loud gasp of terror as a figure stumbled through your window after the wooden shutters opened with a loud slam, the figure immediately getting caught in your curtains. "Curse these rags!"

"Tonda?" You asked in shock, recognizing his face as soon as he looked at you. You noticed how handsome he looked in person, his eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, like honey. But you quickly got over your lust stricken gaze. "What are you doing here?" You whispered harshly.

"I came to ask you, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

You scoffed, crossing your arms defensively. "You came all the way down from the mill to scold me?"

"Yes, because clearly, my warnings weren't enough for you to take this seriously."

"I am taking this seriously!"

"Really? Because this talk of fighting the Meister isn't really showing me that you are."

"Just because I'm not allowing you to scare me away from my village, doesn't mean that I'm not taking this seriously, Tonda."

"You should be scared."

"I am." You spoke sternly. "I'm terrified. But I've made my choice, I'm not going to leave my home defenseless. You said it yourself, he's willing to do whatever it takes to get me, and if he sees that I'm not here? He'll know you warned me, and who knows what he'd do to my family? I can't let anyone get hurt because of me, including you." You blushed.

"You shouldn't. You need to look out for yourself. Besides, there wouldn't be anything you could do for me, I'm a lost cause anyway."

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Tonda sighed, his eyes downcast, avoiding your gaze as he explained. "Ever year, the Meister kills one of the mill boys so he can stay young and powerful. I'm afraid it's going to be me this time."

"Then, why don't you leave?"

Tonda chuckled bitterly. "I'm bound to him. He's my master. He'd kill me before I could even make it past the forest."

"Then all the more reason why I should take him out, Tonda. He wants my powers, he's threatened by me, that's got to count for something, right? If I can just catch him by surprise-"

"No, Y/n!" Tonda grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you slightly, his eyes wide with fear. "You can't, not to someone like him. It is folly, it would be almost impossible."

"I can work with almost."

"God, you thick-skulled mule! Are you always this stubborn?" He whisper yelled angrily.

You shrugged. "I get it from my mother."

Tonda sighed, taking a seat on your floor in exhaustion. "There's no talking you out of this, is there?"

You smiled softly, slowly kneeling in front of him. "No. So, you may as well help me."

Tonda was scared, more than he let on. He had tried to run away from the mill once before, but he didn't make it very far. The hallucinations and threatening words he heard in his head as he tried to run away, it was enough to discourage him from trying anything like that ever again; he had given up, succumbing to the fact that no one would ever be able to escape. But you were different, you had powerful magic that wasn't even taught to you, you were born with it. If the Meister actually took your powers, who knows what he'd do with it? You nor Tonda could take that chance. And, it was hard to say no to you when you had such a determined look in your eyes.

You couldn't even count how many hours you spent practicing more offensive magic, rather than the defensive ones you usually would cast if you or anyone you cared about found themselves in danger. You weren't one for violence, it always made you feel sick to your stomach if you ever witnessed it, even thought about it for that matter. But you were fiercely protective of your family more, you could overlook the violence if just this once. Tonda right by your side through most of it helped too.

Somehow, he found the time to sneak away from the mill whenever he had the chance, the Meister continuously getting weaker as the days past definitely helped. You couldn't help but burst out laughing when he showed up to your little training session in the woods with nothing but a thin wooden stick. "What's that going to do?" You guffawed, the amusement on your face making Tonda scowl. But he quickly wiped that look off your face when his staff lit up gold and swung it in your direction, a sudden strong force of energy hitting you in the stomach, making you fly up into the air and hitting a tree.

"What do you think of my little wooden stick now?" You would've been pissed if you weren't so impressed.

Leading up to the days of Silvester, you felt more powerful than you had ever felt in your life. If it were not for the impending doom, you never would've pushed yourself so far. Now, you felt like you could take on anything...except your feelings for Tonda. It was subtle at first, just lingering glazes once in a while. The way his skin shined in the sunlight, almost reflective from the sweat of a hard day's work. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His little smirk when you tried to make him laugh. It was difficult to focus on trying to teach him some of your own magic, but knowing that it might help him, you wanted to try anyway. And it didn't take that much to make each other flustered, you could sense it in him too. But to be fair, you realized he hadn't interacted with a woman in quite a long time, so maybe it was just him trying to be comfortable in your presence. But the way his eyes seemed to light up whenever he saw you, something told you that your instincts were right. But you spoke nothing of it, the two of you needed to be ready and you couldn't afford any distractions.

When the day finally came, you were filled with nerves and doubts, but you knew there was no room for doubts. You trusted yourself, and you believed in your own abilities to keep yourself safe. Plus, with Tonda, you felt like you could do the impossible.

You make an excuse to your parents on why you would be out, and probably gone for the night. Being an obedient daughter who never gave them reason to doubt you, they gave you a hug and a kiss and allowed you to be on your way. It almost felt too easy. You couldn't show any sign of fear and you couldn't even say goodbye just in case something did happen, but that would cause them to worry, and you just couldn't risk it. So, you left your village, and made your way towards the mill.

Tonda had told you the paths to stay on to stay out of sight and he'd come and get you when the time was right. But you didn't expect to see him walking away from the mill with a shovel, into the snowy hills. You decided to follow him, curious if he had something else planned. But you certainly weren't expecting to see him dig his own grave, next to countless others. "Tonda!" You called out, spooking him and watching him turn to face you with a slight jump.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you sticking to the plan?"

"From what I see, you don't even believe in the plan." You nodded to the freshly dug grave. "That's for you, isn't it?"

Tonda sighed, fiddling with the handle of his shovel and avoiding your eyes. "This is...just in case our plan fails..."

You stomped towards him, almost slipping on the icy snow. "It won't." You told him, snatching the shovel out of his hands, shocking him. "I won't let you die, not on my watch."

Tonda wore a bitter smile. "It won't be up to you. If I die, then I die." He stumbled back slightly when a sharp sting passed across his face, looking back to you with wide confused eyes once he recovered from your slap. "What the-?"

"You told me to take this seriously, but you're not doing the same. I swear on my life, that I won't let you die. You can't. You..." You stopped yourself once you heard the crack in your voice, your eyes stinging as salty tears welled up in them. Turning around to face away from Tonda's piercing gaze, you wiped at your tears angrily, so embarrassed that you allowed yourself to get this attached to one person.

"You care about me that much, huh?" He asked softly, causing you to scoff.

"Isn't it obvious?" You froze when you felt his cold hand gentle grip onto your shoulder, slowly turning you around, a quiet gasp escaping your lips as he was face to face with you. The cold air caused your breaths to be visible, mixing with each other in such close proximity. It was so intimate, the way he was holding you to him, his eyes boring into yours, and the feeling of the tip of his nose rubbing against yours as he leaned in slowly.

Tonda closed his eyes, breathing you in and resting his forehead against yours. Your skin was so soft, like silk against sandpaper as his skin roughed up after years of working at that dreaded mill. You were untainted, so innocent, he felt so guilty bringing you into his life, knowing that it would end terribly for him if the plan didn't work. You were something so precious to him, and he wasn't afraid to admit it to himself anymore. "If this works, I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He spoke softly, barely hearing him over the slight breeze. "I've never felt this way about anyone, and I don't want to let this go. So, will you? Will you stay with me?"

You smiled, closing your eyes along with him. "Yes, Tonda. I will." You laughed breathlessly, closing the gap between the two of you and connecting your lips with his. You let out a small moan as he grabbed onto your hips and pulled you as close to him as possible, your bodies pushed up against each other as he deepened the kiss, delicately moving his tongue with yours, the feeling otherworldly as nothing else around you mattered in that exact moment.

It was hard enough to pull away from him, so imagine how hard it was to separate from him completely in order to finally enact the plan. You kept telling yourself it was going to work, it had to. Otherwise, you’d lose Tonda forever, and you just couldn’t have that.

Upon reaching the mill, you could feel the dark energy radiating from the building, it felt like a thick wool blanket completely covering you on a hot summer’s day. The heavy weight in your chest was hard to ignore, but you had to. You took a deep breath and went to knock on the door, only for it to open by itself before you could even rap on it once. “Y/n…” A deep, gruff voice rang out in your head. “I’ve been expecting you for quite some time now. Please, come in.”

With a shuddering breath, you crossed the threshold into the wooden rickety building, heading every slab of the flooring creak and groan as you walked across the room, finding the Meister already smirking at you evilly. “I’ve heard much about you, little one. So nice to finally see the beauty Tonda talked about so often.” You furrowed your brows at that, giving off an expression of confusion. “Yes, Tonda has talked to me about you. How disciplined you are, how you practice your magic so you get stronger every day.” From the corner of your eye, you could see Tonda entering the room, a guilty expression on his face. “See, where you went wrong was trusting someone who’s only loyalty is to me. I am Tonda’s master, and he tells me everything. Don’t you, dear boy?”

“Tonda?” You asked shakily, tears building up in your eyes. But he didn’t answer you, keeping his gaze to the floor in shame. You made a move to cast a spell on the old man, but you were quickly pinned to the wall by an invisible force, the pressure making your back scratch against the splintering wood.

“Yes, Tonda has told me about your little plan. And it was clever, I’ll give you that. But it never would’ve worked. You are no match for someone like me, not with the devil by my side.” You felt the magic tighten around your torso like ropes, the only thing keeping you suspended in the air against the wall, making it hard to breathe; but you had to hang on, at least for a little bit longer. “You didn’t really expect to beat me, did you? Especially a simple woman like you.” He sneered, his evil eyes watching you like a hawk, basking in your misery as you struggled against his painful magic.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Tonda shift around slightly behind the Meister, holding something in his hands that you couldn’t make out, but the look he gave you made you understood well enough that it was time. “You’re just a sad old man, so cowardly that you hide behind black magic and prey on the innocent.” You choked out, your shortness of breath making speaking difficult. “People like you never win.”

With a sharp cry, the Meister released his magical hold on you and fell to his knees, and you were finally able to take a full breath. You soon saw what Tonda had in his hands, a wooden spear, lodged right into the old man’s back. His widened eyes met yours, glossed over in fear. Despite your confidence, he still had no idea if the plan would actually work, but he managed to fool his own master.

“Tell him about my plan.”

“What?” Tonda yelled, quickly shaking his head.

“It’s the only way this could even possibly work. You have to give him no reason to doubt you. What better way than to pretend to betray me?” You explained. “Tell him you know that you’re the one to be sacrificed, but ask him to spare you and you’ll bring me to him instead.” Tonda sighed, still shaking his head. “Tonda, please, trust me.”

Tonda nodded hesitantly, his lips tightened into a straight line. “I trust you.”

Your skin started to glow vibrantly as you started reciting the practiced spell, wind whipping around the room as golden chains started to rise up from the creaking floorboards like vines, wrapping around the kneeled man’s body and rendering him immobile and restrained. “You bitch!” The Meister shouted, blood slowly seeping from the corners of his mouth. “You betrayed me, Tonda?” He looked to the boy with wide eyes, so livid you could practically see the whites of his eyes turn red.

“You’ve tormented everyone long enough. No more.” Tonda spat, walking over to stand by your side as you started to complete the last half of the spell.

Your voice went raw from the conviction in your voice, speaking loudly over the wind and your body aching from the power that flowed through you. You could see the man’s body slowly breaking down, the life draining from his skin that made him look gray and tattered. Fear filled his eyes as he started to realize how helpless he was, for once in his life, he was not in control; you were, and you were not going to let up, no matter how much pain you were in. He was screaming, and you didn’t realize you were too until his eventually stopped, a dreadful silence permeating the air around you, a thickness that made it hard to breathe. The Meister was nothing but a pile of dust and torn clothes on the floor, the stench of burnt flesh making you feel nauseous. But you and Tonda still stood there silently, looking down at the once powerful warlock reduced to ashes. “It’s over…” You whispered shakily, your body on the verge of collapse.

Tonda exhaled, for what felt like the first time since the spell started, his hands at his sides shaking violently. “I can’t believe it…this feels like a dream.” He looked over at you, his eyebrows furrowing and a gasp escaping his lips as your legs buckled and your exhaustion taking over; but Tonda caught you before your knees could hit the floor. His voice felt distant as he called out your name, his calloused hands caressing your face as you tried to calm yourself. “It’s okay, just breathe. You did it…you did it.” He soothed reassuringly, holding you closely in his arms, a dumbfounded smile decorating his face.

“It feels like I can’t take a full breath in here, Tonda.” You gasped, tears pricking your eyes, holding onto him like he was a lifeline. You didn’t have to say anything else for Tonda to pick you up and hurryingly bringing you outside of the building. The air was freezing, freshly fallen snow on the ground, but you instantly felt much better after escaping the toxic environment.

“Better?” He asked softly, helping you up onto your feet, keeping a firm grip around your waist with one arm while the other still held onto your face, gently lifting your jaw up to look at him.

“Yes.” You smiled. “Much, much better.” Tonda let out a breathless chuckle when you hugged him, burying your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. “You’re free now, you and the rest of the mill boys.”

“All thanks to you. You saved my life…”

You pulled away, only to place a gentle kiss on his lips, his beautiful light brown eyes boring into yours with such care and admiration, it almost made your knees buckle again. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Tonda. The plan wouldn’t have worked without you.”

A smirk worked its way onto Tonda’s lips, his gaze soon becoming mischievous. “So, you said you’d stay with me after this was over. Well, it’s over now. Did you mean it or were you planning on dying in there?”

You rolled your eyes, a soft smile on your lips. “I meant every word I said. I want to be with you.”

“But what do we do now? I don’t have a purpose anymore. For so long, I’ve only served the Meister. All I know how to do is run a mill…and turn into a bird.” He chuckled weakly, not doing a very good job of hiding his insecurity in his expression.

You pondered for a moment, before getting an idea. “My village knows who you are, who the mill boys are…they’d never accept you. So, we can go somewhere new. Start over fresh, on a blank slate. Only if you’re okay with that.”

Tonda smiled, a squeal escaping your lips as he picked you up and twirled you around, attacking you with a passionate kiss that knocked the breath out of your lungs in the most delicious way. “Yes, mein Liebling. I will go wherever you go. Anywhere we go, if it’s with you, it’ll be perfect.”

And so, as you and Tonda walked out away from the Satanic Mill hand in hand, for the first time in since you were a child, you felt like you could actually be yourself. You didn’t have to be afraid anymore, not with Tonda. He accepted you for what you truly were, and encouraged you to embrace your powers. You didn’t know if what the two of you had would last forever, but however your stories may end, the love you had for each other would be worth it.

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just a self indulgent hobbit boy fic for my birthday lmao. I lob him so much😭

A Sensual Education - Laszlo Kreizler

I learned a lot about clits for this fic, didn't realize how much people (mostly men) hated them. Everyone, go touch your clits, treasure them, they deserve it after people like Freud wanted to get rid of them cause they were too insecure of themselves and scared of women🙃

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), typical 19th century ideology, misogyny, religious guilt, pining, innocence kink, fingering, virginity loss, soft dom!Laszlo, consent is sexy, flufffff

3.4K Words🤙🏻

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From an early age, you were always taught that anything do to with sex was a sin. You weren’t really told why but it was an unspoken moral rule. 

Women weren’t allowed to have sex until after marriage and if the man wants it. Women were for men’s pleasure and to make babies; that was it. From an early age, you were always doubtful of this but you were always too scared to make your concerns known.

You had asked your mother about it after you started your courses, but you were immediately shut down and scolded for even thinking such a thing. So every time you had a question or concern, you always had to push it down and you never spoke about it.

Once, you had heard, in the middle of the night, your mother with your father in their bedroom, it sounded like they were both in pain. You peaked inside their room and what you saw shocked you to your core. It was not in fact your mother, but it was your father with another woman. It looked painful. Why would someone engage in such acts if it was painful? It didn’t make sense.

From an early age, you were already seeing contradictions from everyone and you didn’t know what to believe.

One night, you tried touching yourself, just out of curiosity. It felt…different, but good. Though you were too scared and embarrassed to continue. Surely, you were going to hell for what you did. You prayed for forgiveness, and you never touched yourself again.

You knew it would probably bring shame upon you and your family, but you had always wanted to pursue a career in psychology. The mind was fascinating, and you had always wanted to figure out what causes people to do what they do; why they lie, why they hurt others, why they are so insistent on following old rules. Doctor Laszlo Kreizler had been looking for someone to intern for him. Despite being a woman, the doctor seemed happy to welcome you to his team.

It was very early on when you started to see Doctor Kreizler in a different light, one that you had not seen anyone before. He was very handsome, even your mother had confessed that to you privately. But it felt different this time. You had crushes before, but you never thought to act on them. You just figured that your parents would find you a man to marry and that would be that, but thankfully they weren’t that old fashioned. You were allowed to choose someone for yourself if you wanted, and you found that Laszlo was someone you wanted very badly. Just one small problem: he was your boss and you had no idea if he’d ever feel the same way.

You’d feel embarrassed every time you interacted with him, which was a lot. You would have to really concentrate whenever he was teaching you what to do with certain patients, and you managed well enough. Sometimes you’d sit in on one of his counseling sessions to see what he does and how he goes about it, but his voice was so mesmerizing that you’d forget exactly what he had been saying. It was debilitating, your crush, always feeling such yearning whenever he caught your gaze; but you had to move on. It definitely would not be professional if you acted on your sinful feelings to him. 

Your lust got even worse when Laszlo started to get more touchy feely with you. He wasn’t inappropriate of course, just lingering touches here and there whenever you did a good job with the patients; but that was more than enough for your fantasies to run wild with false hope that he might’ve liked you back. He even insisted you call him by his first name, before you always addressed him as Doctor Kreizler. He unknowingly was only fanning the flames of your infatuation.

Your crush just kept growing stronger and stronger.

Finally, one day, one of the doctor’s other employee’s told you that he needed to see you in his office later that day. You were instantly worried, thinking you may have done a bad job or worse, he had found out about your crush on him. But the employee said you had nothing to worry about, telling you that you were the fastest learner they had ever seen. It lessened your nerves…only slightly. You’d just have to find out for yourself.

You decided to go to his office early, otherwise you’d be worrying yourself to death and you didn’t care much for that. But when you arrived, the doctor wasn’t there. Serves you right for being impatient, you supposed.

You waited in Doctor Kreizler’s office, twiddling your thumbs and failing to calm your nerves. So instead, you decided to look around, despite knowing you shouldn’t, but you didn’t know what else to do. 

Scanning his bookshelves absentmindedly, you came across a particularly eye-catching name. Kama Sutra? You let out an audible gasp as you saw the cover on the front of the book. It was a man and a woman being…intimate with each other. You tried not to judge, but what kind of deviant would keep a book like this? Despite your initial horror, you couldn’t help but skim through the pages, feeling yourself growing uncomfortably hot at the words and illustrations. There were words on those pages that you didn’t even have a clue what they meant, but they felt dirty regardless.

You were so enraptured by all this new information that you didn’t notice Doctor Kreizler walk in. You all but jumped out of your skin as you heard him clear his throat, looking at you expectantly. “Oh, Lord, I am so sorry, Doctor. I was just waiting for you to get back but this caught my eye, I didn’t mean to pry, I promise.” You rambled with a slight stutter, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest when Laszlo took the book from you with a ghost of a smile. “Please, sir, don’t tell anyone I was looking at this, if my parents found out, they’d throw me on the streets! I’ll pray for forgiveness!”

Laszlo gently shook his head, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “It’s quite alright, it’ll stay between us. Please, you don’t have to put on the pious act for me.”

You furrowed your brow, tilting your head slightly in confusion. “An act, sir? What do you mean?”

“The whole pretending that you think every single thing pertaining to sex is sinful and immoral.” He said with a brittle chuckle.

“It…it’s not?”

Laszlo froze, his eyes scanning your face for any indication that you were playing up the innocent act, but he didn’t find anything about your expression that would lead him to believe that you were lying. Were you actually this innocent? “You’ve never been taught about sex before? Anything about it?”

Your cheeks felt like they had been lit aflame, you looked down, your hair hiding your face slightly. “It’s a sin, especially before marriage. The only reason to do it is if you want to have a child.” You recited from what you learned from your parents and pastor.

“God, is that what your parents taught you? Hypocrites. It’s ridiculous. Of course sex isn’t sinful.”

“But…what about touching oneself? Surely that’s a sin, right?”

“It’s a natural part of growing up. Everyone has done it, there’s nothing to be ashamed about.” Laszlo noticed your nervousness, the fiddling with your hands and your eyes anywhere but his. “Have you never touched yourself before? Never even tried?”

You bit your lip, rubbing your hand up your arm as you felt goosebumps start to rise. “Once, but it didn’t feel right…at all. I never tried again. I never should have done it in the first place.” You felt ashamed talking about this with someone as professional as Laszlo. He must’ve been so ashamed of you as well, you wished you never even set foot in his office. But what you didn’t know was Laszlo was feeling ashamed of himself for how lustful he felt all of a sudden. The thought that you had never experienced sexual pleasure made his pants feel way too tight in that moment, and he felt sorry for you, but not in a condescending way. It would be a risk for your professional relationship, but it was one he was willing to take.

You didn’t notice Laszlo walking closer to you until you felt his hand gently graze your hand that was nervously holding your other arm. You felt your heart skip a beat as you finally looked up at him, finding his eyes to be searching yours. His tantalizing stare felt like it was penetrating your soul, him being so close to you that you could see your own startled expression in his dilated pupils. “Do you want me to show you how it’s done?” Laszlo asked in a low tone, his voice almost gravelly, causing a shiver to run down your spine in anticipation.

You didn’t know why, but you suddenly felt a burning hot desire in your lower stomach, a slick wetness pooling at the apex of your thighs. Your expression reflected in his eyes turned from being startled to almost dazed. Out of anything he could’ve said, Laszlo surprised you with that. You wanted to say yes, so badly. But… “What will happen to me if I say yes?” You asked timidly, glancing down at his hand on yours.

“Nothing that you don’t consent to.” He smiled softly, but with your fearful expression, he realized what you actually were asking. “I promise, you’re not going to hell if you allow me to do this.”

You exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

Laszlo smiled, running his hand up to your shoulder and moving a piece of hair out of your face. “Sit on my desk and lift up your skirts for me please.” He instructed, and you obeyed nervously, feeling your whole body heat up as he watched intently as you exposed most of your legs to him. “Good girl.” You try not to squirm as Laszlo stood right next to you, feeling his breath on your neck as he lightly held you in place with his right arm and using his left hand to gently trail up your inner thigh, eliciting another shiver from you. “If I do anything that you don’t like or want to stop for any reason, just tell me and I’ll stop. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You took a deep breath as Laszlo finally reached your aching cunt, exhaling sharply when his fingers made contact with your sex. “Spread your legs for me, my dear.” You gasped as he touched a spot that was particularly sensitive. “Is that painful?” He asked, but you quickly shook your head no. “This spot is called the clitoris, it’s the only human organ where its sole purpose is to provide pleasure. Isn’t that extraordinary?” He spoke huskily into your ear, causing goosebumps to rise all over your body, all while you were still struggling to keep still as he kept slowly rubbing circles on your clit. You wanted him to go faster, but all you could do was whimper pitifully as Laszlo started to kiss and nip at your neck. “How does that feel, Schatz?”

“G-Good…” You whimpered, “so good but…”

“What is it?”

“Can you…move a bit faster, please?” Laszlo smirked at your stuttering voice, finding your shyness adorable. Instead of giving you what you craved, he did the opposite, removing his hand from you and moving to stand in between your legs, spreading your legs even further. “What are you-? Oh!” You gasped as Laszlo slowly pushed one of his fingers inside you, the intrusion foreign but not entirely unwelcome…

“And how does this feel? Still good?” He asked, adding a second finger and gently thrusting into you, the stretch causing you to wince slightly but you didn’t want him to stop. You let out your first moan as he rubbed your clit with his thumb in tandem with his thrusts. “I assume that was a yes, hm?”

“Y-Yeah…” You moaned, your hips moving against his hand mindlessly, starting to feel pleasure building and building inside you. “Feels so good, Laszlo…” 

Laszlo lifted your chin with his other hand, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He wanted to see your face. He finally kissed you as he sped up his hand movements, swallowing your loud moans, a deep guttural groan escaping him as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. “You feel that pressure building in your body?” You nodded quickly, panting and moaning but you still tried to pay attention to what he was saying. “You’re getting close to what’s called an orgasm. It’s a feeling of euphoria when you reach the peak of sexual pleasure.”

“Are…are you getting close?” You stuttered.

Laszlo smiled, hiding a wince when his cock jumped in his pants. “I’m not the one getting pleasured, you are.” And as if right on cue, you felt yourself reach that peak and it was indescribable. Your body burned all over, but in a good way. You moaned loudly as you rode out that wave, gripping onto the doctor’s waistcoat for purchase. Your corset felt almost painful as your nipples hardened as you came, it felt all too restrictive. But you came down from that high, and you already wanted to feel it again. “Are you okay?” Laszlo’s soft deep voice brought you back to reality.

“Can…can you make me do that again?” You asked shyly, causing Laszlo to chuckle.

You winced as Laszlo lightly tapped your clit, the feeling almost too much to handle. “You’re too sensitive. Some people can’t come again right after because of the oversensitivity. But you might be ready to go again after several minutes.”

“But I want you to feel good too. I want you to…come.” You spoke timidly, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted on the spot.

Laszlo frowned, shaking his head, trying to ignore his aching cock that was just crying out for stimulation. “I don’t want to hurt you. It might be too much, especially right now.”

“But I want you, Laszlo. I really do.” Laszlo didn’t say anything as you reached for the buttons on his pants, feeling guilty as he let you nervously palm his member through his trousers. “Please, I want you to be my first…”

Laszlo exhaled a shaky breath, grabbing your face and kissing you lightly with a frustrated growl. “First times for women can be painful…”

“I don’t care. I want you to show me what it’s like.” You begged, gently biting his bottom lip, doing everything in your power to let him know that you’d be okay.

Laszlo finally gave in, kissing you again with much more fervor, allowing himself to crave your touch. Your hands were all over him, messing up his perfectly styled hair and undoing the buttons of his waistcoat so you could feel more of him. You moaned as he squeezed your breasts through your dress, running his hands up and down your torso as you pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants. But he suddenly stopped, taking your hand away before speaking. “We’re going to take this slow, okay? If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” He said seriously.

“Okay.”

Laszlo slowly rubbed the head of his cock in between your folds, you letting out small whines as he rubbed himself on your still overly sensitive clit. He looked into your eyes when he lined himself up with your entrance, silently asking for your approval. You nodded, holding onto his hand that was gripping your thigh.

His cock was much bigger than his fingers, that’s for sure. You let out a silent cry when he entered you, just his tip stretching you far more than his fingers. It was a burning pressure, but you still didn’t want him to stop. Despite the initial pain, it felt so natural for him to be inside you. You accepted him as best you could, him stilling inside you when he bottomed out. “Are you okay?” He asked, already panting from holding himself back.

“Yes, Laszlo, please. Keep going.” You and Laszlo both let out deep guttural groans as he started to thrust into you slowly, him keeping a firm grip on your thigh as he rocked his hips back and forth. Soon, you started to feel a new type of pleasure. It didn’t feel the same as when he was rubbing your clit, but whatever it was, it felt amazing. Every time Laszlo thrusted, the tip of his cock would hit that spot, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull. His slow thrusts weren’t enough now. You wanted more. You needed more. “Faster…please.” You whined, moving your own hips up to meet his.

“You sure?” It was sweet that he was always checking in, you appreciated it, but sweet wasn’t what you needed at that moment. You nodded vigorously, grabbing the collar of his shirt roughly and bringing him down to kiss you.

“Oh, my God-!” You gasped, moaning in his ear as he sped up his thrusts, his skin slapping against yours echoing around his office. “You feel so good.” You smiled tremulously, tears of overwhelming pleasure brimming your eyes. Laszlo’s grunting and soft moaning had to have been the prettiest sound you had ever heard, each others’ moans mixing together like a symphony. 

“You’re exquisite, my dear.” Laszlo breathed out, moaning every time he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls taking him in deep and holding on with a vice grip. “You’re doing so well…fuck.” He cursed, his cock twitching as he sped up even more, chasing his own release desperately, your pretty moans spurring him on. “I’m so close.” He voiced, his words coming out strangled, his hand tightening around yours, bringing it up and placing a light kiss on your knuckles.

“Do it, come. Please, come.” You whimpered, crossing your legs behind his back, not allowing him to remove himself from you, pulling him as close as possible. His heavy breaths and soft moans fanned across your skin as he neared his climax, placing sloppy kisses on your cheek and down your neck, his neatly trimmed beard scratching at your skin. You cried out as Laszlo started to rub your clit once more, desperate to feel you come around his cock. “Please, please…” You whined, not even sure what you were asking for. His circular motions on your clit paired with his cock roughly splitting you open over and over again was almost too much, but you fully relinquished yourself to him, happy to be used by someone you admired so much.

“Come for me again, Schatz. I want to feel you, please.” Laszlo moaned, speeding up his ministrations on your clit.

“Laszlo!” You squealed, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you reached that peak once more, falling limp in his arms as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Oh, Scheiße!” Laszlo stilled as you clenched around him, letting out a loud strained grunt as he finally released inside of you, coating your walls with his cum. He buried his head in your shoulder, panting heavily along with you, trying to steady his heartbeat. “Are…are you okay?” He asked nervously as he pulled out of you and stuffed himself back into his trousers, looking into your eyes with concern. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no. You didn’t.” You shook your head, wearing a tired satisfied smile. “I really liked it.”

Laszlo let out a relieved sigh. “Good.” He said, wearing a lopsided grin, placing a short light kiss on the tip of your nose. He chuckled breathlessly, running a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting the day to turn out like this…but I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” You smiled timidly, but then you remembered something. “So, um, why did you want to see me in the first place?” You asked.

Laszlo chuckled nervously, gently caressing your cheek while a slight blush. “Oh, I was, uh.” He cleared his throat, “With how well you’re doing, I was going to ask you to work for the Institute officially. Paid and everything. But now…I want to take you out on a date too, if you’d allow me.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Really.”

“I’d love that. Both. Both of those things. To work here and go on a date with you.” You rambled with a giggle, making Laszlo smile.

“Great…I suppose we should get back to work now.” He said reluctantly, holding onto your hips like he never wanted to let you go.

“I promise, I won’t let you regret hiring me.”

“I don’t think you could make me regret anything, my dear.”

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back on my bullshit (aka, i'm obsessed with Daniel again). nobody talk to me.

"Who are you, what do you want?!"

"To see an empire fall"

So live-action Zemo is hella inaccurate, but Daniel Bruhl is such a perfect cast that I just- I literally don't care

Marvel: * doesn't give us swordwielding Zemo *

Me: "Fine, I'll do it myself"

You know he’s in love with you, don’t you?

                                                                                                                                     Yes.

He didn’t relaunch the restaurant to impress his father. He did it for you.

                                                                                                                                    Yeah.

Daddy Zemo.

#he was just in a murderous silly goofy mood that day y'know

DANIEL BRÜHL giving us his best >:3 impression as BARON HELMUT ZEMO | tfatws 1.03

He's so beautiful even when he's angry an wants to shoot you!

WHY DOES HIS EYES LOOK SO SAD AND PRETTY!?

Daniel Brühl by Robert Reiger for Esquire Germany (2021) + New/Old Outtakes