#madisons fic reccomendations

[strwbsgirl]

sub! andrea marowski

i love little marowski, he’s just the cutest baby ever. he’s such a soft boy, all he wants is to be loved and praised. he’s the type to act out only because he wants some extra attention. i feel like he is not only huge on mommy/daddy kinks but also just a brat when he doesn’t get what he wants.

if he were woken up in the middle of the night, in a heat like state, he would paw at you, not wanting to make you mad but to wake you up. “mommy... wake up please” he would whisper, whining in your ear. you would groan, moving to the side opposite of him. whatever it was it could wait till morning.

he would still whine in your ear, getting more and more restless as the minutes went on. he would sigh out, looking around at the closed door, open window, and the night sky fading into the room. he noticed you werent moving or falling into his traps, so instead he works for himself, palming over his growing bulge. “mommy...” he would cry out softly, putting pressure down. he would slowly rut his hips into his hand, crying out for you as he got closer and closer to his peak.

you would groan, hearing the boy helping out before covering his own mouth. flipping back over you would lean into him, “andrea, what are you doing?” you would say, finally opening your eyes to see a sweaty, head fallen back andrea. “what are you doing.” his eyes would crack open, panting heavily as he turned to look at you. “i’m.. i’m sorry mommy... i just, it hurts..” he would whine, “help me please..” you would groan out, picking yourself out of bed. “what hurts?” you question, “is your cock hard, andrea?” he would wince at the words, finding his face going red. he was so embarrassed at the fact that he was so needy.

“and you woke me up, for this? for something you could have solved yourself.” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him, pulling the blanket off of him, exposing his naked bottom. “i.. i need you, i want to be inside of you.” you looked at him, shaking your head. “no. i’m tired. figure it out yourself, andrea.” you would stand up, walking back over to your side of the bed, grabbing at the blankets. “mommy, please.” he would cry out, clenching his fists together, “now!” you would open your eyes again, turning back to face him. “what did you say?” he would quiver his lip, hitting the side of the blanket, “i want to be in you now!”

“figure it out yourself, andrea. you know more than you think you do about making yourself cum. do it.” you would say, sitting up on your knees to watch him. “stroke yourself andrea.” he would shake his head, already too sensitive. “andrea, do it or else i’ll punish you.” again, shaking his head, “you want to cum, right?” he would cry out, pleading and nodding for release. “do it yourself then.”

after countless minutes of edging, and overstimulation, andrea found himself crying out for you once more. “please mommy.. please i need to cum..” he would moan, gripping onto your arm as he stroked harder, thrusting his hips upward into his hand. “you want my mouth on you? or do you think you deserve to cum inside of me?”

his chest was heaving, “i.. inside of you, mommy.” you would nod, finally after so many moments of teasing and edging, moving to straddle his lap. after guiding his hands to your hips and pushing off your bottoms, he’d help line himself up with you, sinking down onto his length before letting out a hissing noise yourself. “i tell you when to cum, not the opposite, okay?” you’d moan out, trying to adjust before slightly rocking your hips against his.

he nods quickly, chest heaving, gripping at the skin against your hips, tossing his head back towards the headboard. “mommy.. please..” crying out, he would lean forward into the division between your neck, pressing soft chaste kisses against the skin.

after a few minutes of non stop thrusting, and speed picking up, andrea would be a moaning mess, bucking his hips up into yours, creating dark marks along the side of your neck. “you.. you can come..” you yelled out, grabbing the back of his neck. andrea’s face would contort, digging his nails deeper into your skin as he cried out your name, slowing his pace as he emptied himself inside of you. sighing out of relief, a soft, “better?” you giggled. he nodded, softly kissing the side of your neck. “thank you.. mommy...”

[bb-tings]

unspoken magic - drew starkey

magic - gabrielle aplin 

(10/10 reccomend ALL HER MUSIC)

so i found this song on spotify while i was looking for a song to write a cute fluffy drew fic to and it gave me such drew vibes bc homeboy doesn’t know how to use any form of social media lol...also the rant is literally me. like my thoughts and actions and beliefs. some of yall 13 year olds really don’t know the meaning of BOUNDARIES.

...anyways enjoy,

-BRI

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Remember when we snuck out of your birthday, didn't even say goodbye, 'Cause even there in a room full of faces, all I saw was you and I

     Everyone was having a blast dancing around, drinking, laughing. It was Drew’s birthday after all. The cast had decided to rent out a club and invite family and friends, including everyone who worked on set, the workers have become more like family than colleagues. There was so much chaos going on and while Y/n was so proud of the cast and herself for pulling the event off for her boyfriend, she couldn’t help but feel a little antisocial. She was a social butterfly, but everyone knew that after days of being the life of the party and extroverted, she needed time alone and started to shut down, wanting to be alone. Y/n was so excited for the party but when it came time for her to get dressed up and drunk with her friends, she found herself sitting alone on a couch booth while sipping wine, not really seeing the fun in getting wasted and stupid drunk. 

     Y/n watched as Drew and Rudy drunkenly danced back to back, screaming out the words to OMG by Usher, she laughed as he made eye contact with the young girl and pointed to her, wiggling his finger for her to join him. She held her glass up and tried giving him a believable smile, but the older boy knew better, so he made his way over to her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Drew slid his way next to his girlfriend and used the towel on the table to wipe the sweat off of his face. “Did somebody upset you?”

“Nothing bubba, I’m fine.”

      Y/n looked up from her short-lived attempt at avoiding Drew’s eyes to him already looking at her. She watched as his hand moved toward her hair as he pushed a fallen piece behind her ear. He looked around her face and finally met her eyes, not believing her. “I’m fine, Drew. I promise.”

     Drew sat back away from her as he let out a loud sigh. “Why do you do that? Why do you lie to my face and tell me that you’re ok like I’m going to buy it? Why can’t you just tell me the truth?”

     “Drew, I really don’t wanna do this right now,” the young girl pleaded. “It’s your birthday, can’t we just have a good time and not worry about me right now?” To that Drew looked at his other half like she had grown another half. 

     “Ok, first of all, this,” He moved his finger quickly in the small space between them. “This Is not a fight. This is me being upset because my girlfriend won’t let me worry about her. I guess she doesn’t know how relationships work.” Drew teased the girl with a small smile on his face. “And second, we both know that I can’t have a good time if you’re sitting over here all sad and mopey.”

It's all the words you never say, the way I catch you watchin' me, I know that you love me, i know you can feel the magic, we don't need to talk about

     After a little back and forth, the young boy had finally gotten the girl to spill the truth about needing some alone time and was now trying to sneak them out of his own birthday party. As the pair rode home, Y/n couldn’t help but look at Drew as he stared ahead. She watched as his changing blue eyes flickered between the path in front of him and the many cars behind him, also driving in the early hours of the morning. 

     Though there were many signs, lights, and flashes that caught her mind’s attention, basically begging her eyes to look, she couldn’t help but only see Drew. This was her favorite kind of Drew. When he is totally unbothered. He was doing something so simple, something that he had been doing since he turned 15, now 27 it only seems right that he should be used to it. However, Y/n couldn’t help to notice how he put all his effort into it, eyes never once leaving the road, she liked to believe that it was his way of self consciously protecting her. And even though she thought she was going unnoticed, the young girl wasn’t the only one admiring from not so far. Drew was watching her too but through his peripheral. He loved that she was enchanted by everything he did. He liked knowing that he wasn’t the only one completely and hopelessly in love. 

No, we don't feel the need for colorful displays, 'cause it's not the kind of game we play, and why should we show the world how we feel, when it's not about them anyway

     Everyone was over at Madelyn’s apartment chilling and hanging out with one another. The blonde was stationed on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table, with a live Instagram leaning on a few books. Y/n was sitting directly behind the girl, turned to the side with her legs pulled up to her chest. She had let Maddie use her phone, the 22-year-old being too lazy to walk to her room and get hers, so now she was just watching as Madelyn socialized with the fans. 

“Ow, shit.” 

     Y/n turned her head to see Drew sitting on the edge of the couch next to her holding his foot with a worried stare. The younger girl let out a small snort. “Did you hit your toe bub?” 

     Drew let out a whiny noise and Maddie proceeded to also let out a laugh, then reusing one of her famous lines, “Never heard anyone whine like that before.” Y/n gently pushed the girl’s shoulder, teasingly telling her to leave the big baby alone. She then returned her vision to the raging comment section. Her once big smile quickly fading to a frown.

I think its a PR stunt bc they don’t even act like a couple

Drew deserves someone who actually loves him...LIKE ME!

gUys she called him bUb! THATS SO CUTE (emoji)

Nah thats def apr stunt, more obvious than shawn and camila

I don’t eleven think i’ve seen them hold hands

     Madelyn and Y/n simultaneously rolled their eyes, the blonde looking up at her best friend gave her a look that spoke “you gonna tell em or me.”

     Y/n slid down from the couch and joined her friend on the floor, getting right in front of the camera. She looked up at her loving boyfriend who was on his phone also looking at the comments on the live. He glanced down towards Y/n and gave her a small smile, telling her to go for it. It wasn’t the first time they had seen comments like this and he knew it wouldn’t be the last but he also knew that she had been dying to rant about it. 

     “Alright, I’m gonna go ahead and say this one thing, and then I’m probably going to take some time off this app.” The young actress slowly took a deep breath and then began her rant. “ Alright, first of all, my relationship with ANYONE, is between me and that person. Just because I have friends, boyfriends or family, does not mean that I have to post them on this account. I understand that it’s hard to believe that 2 people can be happy and healthy unless they showcase it to the rest of the world, but it is in fact very possible. So for everyone who is questioning, my relationship,” the girl then grabbed Drew’s hand, pulling him down to her side of the couch until he was laying on his side behind her head. “This is Drew. My boyfriend. It’s not a publicity stunt, it’s not to get the show more popular, it’s real. Outer Banks is already the number one show on Netflix, so I don’t really think there would be a point to put 2 people in a fake relationship. And another thing, I don’t even have a fucking publicist, so I don’t really know where that came from.” 

     The young girl turned her head to meet Drew’s blue eyes, he looked at her with such satisfaction and amazement. He was proud of his younger girlfriend. For years Drew thought that he would never find someone who was anti-social media like him. He thought that he was just going to have to bare his relationships getting exploited all over the world. Drew was happy that he never had to worry about that with Y/n. 

     “I completely understand why it’s confusing and how you can question our relationship. But that doesn’t mean you can drag our relationship, and me particularly, down. You have no right to say the things you do about me, just because you think that the small, tiny, look into our lives means that I don’t love and care about Drew. Like, no offense, but that’s fucking insane. I’m tired of getting private messages about my weight, my clothes, my hair, my AGE. Don’t even get me started on the age difference. Half of the fan accounts on this app are run by 13-year-olds saying very inappropriate things about a 27-year-old grown-ass man. Like yall understand that’s illegal right. Like, get it through your head that those are fantasies and no matter HOW MANY TIMES you drag ME down, they will NEVER come true. My age isn’t anyone’s business, I’m over 18 so get over it.” Y/n then let out a loud sigh. “I need a damn drink.” 

     To this Drew laughed and kissed her on the cheek, while the other cast members started to whoop and holler while applauding the young girl’s words. They too were proud other, they knew of the struggles that she went through and they knew that most of the time she kept those feelings balled up. Madelyn then grabbed the phone and said her goodbyes to the live, then ending it. 

     The blonde then wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m so proud of you, babe. That was so badass.”  Madison saw the interaction from across the room and ran over to join them, adding herself to the hug. 

     “It was great, sissy. You really told them who’s boss.” That last comment made Y/n laugh out loud. She was so happy to have a supporting friend and cast group that made her feel loved. She couldn’t have asked for better friends. 

     “It was pretty hot too,” Drew smirked and pulled the young girl away from the group hug and grabbed her face, and gave her a long passionate kiss, something he rarely did in front of others. “I’m proud of you bubba.”

She couldn’t have asked for better friends. 

Or a better boyfriend. 

Don't need to see it to believe it, no need to wake me up, 'cause I'm not dreamin'

     The couple was laying in their bed just enjoying each other’s presence. Limbs all spread around but managing to stay intertwined. Sunlight was seeping into the white-painted room, brightening everything up, including the pair’s mood. Drew was leaning against the headboard very lazily, running his hands through Y/n’s hair,  who was sitting in his lap, thighs down beside his knees, with her head on his chest. Drew had woken up early and tried to get the younger girl out of bed, but she refused to do so. So he decided that he would just deal with it and let her drift back off to sleep, but with a twist.

     It humored the young actor that people thought they weren’t a cuddly and touchy couple. They were absolutely a touchy couple, they just didn’t enjoy being touchy in front of others, some people not being into that and they didn’t want to make anyone feel awkward. It was more a Drew thing. He was the one who suggested they not have a lot of PDA, and while Y/n was all for PDA, she would do anything for Drew to make him happy. At the beginning of their relationship, Y/n was insecure about Drew’s real feelings because he didn’t show much love through touch, but she eventually mentioned it to him. Ever since then he always made it a point to show more affection the second they were alone. Hints their situation now. 

     Drew watched as Y/n started to stir in her sleep. She started to whine and Drew felt her chest start to move a little faster. She was having another nightmare. 

     “Shhh, shhh. You’re ok, it’s ok,” the young man started to rub her back and hold her a little tighter. He wanted the nightmare to stop but he didn’t want to ruin her sleep. “It’s just a dream. You’re ok, bubba.” Drew closed his eyes and gave a small smile when he felt her calm down, turn her head the other direction and hold onto him a little tighter. Despite what the young girl believed, Drew loved the affection that she gave him. Being the oldest of 3 kids, the boy felt like he had to grow up fast and while he knew his parents loved them all equally, he got less of the affection. He had to grow up and become a little man, help his mom prepare dinner, he and logan had to help take care of Brooke and Mackayla. He just thought that he wasn’t a fan to touch, but when it came to Y/n’s touch he couldn’t get enough of it.  

     Drew closed his eyes and relaxed his body, trying to drift off to sleep himself.  He knew he wasn’t dreaming yet, but he never wanted to leave this dream state with her. Getting to love someone like her, was something Drew never even dreamed of but now he was thankful for that. Because no dream could have lived up to the life that he gets to live with the girl that he loves.

[spicywhumper]

Simplygrimly is one of my favourite blogs that writes lady whump, whumpees, caretakers and whumpers! She’s got posts of different series with different dynamics too, I think you’ll like her writing 🤗

Oh, ok. I got recommended to read the ballet whump fic (if I understood correctly, it's called point of perfection), and the Cheyenee and Madison series, I think? Didn't check yet so I'm not sure if they're series or standalones. But I'll be checking soon considering it's the second time that her stuff is reccomended to me. Thanks.

[brophigenia]

From a fellow disaster bisexual, could you reccomend any good fics with wlw relationships? Literally any fandom. Ur the best 😘💕

Disaster Bis Forever!!!!! I now present to you

bro’s list of wlw fic recs in all fandoms:

A Teenage Girl’s Guide to Not Being Possessed by a Demon by pirateygoodness

This is a Jennifer’s Body fic, because I love that fucking movie. Jennifer/Anita, obvs.

All the World’s a Stage by NeverComingHome

Okay so this is a Rugrats fic, and it’s set in a future where Angelica and Susie Carmichael are disaster bi adults.

Boys of Summer by rachherself

Genderswap!LesMis fic!! Enjolras needs a new surfboard and Grantaire makes them and there’s SURFING and it’s the best.

Breaking Down by Irritable_vowel_types

Okay so this is a Sailor Moon fic! Uranus/Neptune, all human AU. Haruka is a gruff mechanic and Michiru is a literal disaster but she’s SO CUTE too.

get out of this town (baby, we’re on fire) by clytemnestras

Gossip Girl fic! Serena/Blair! Scooby Doo AU! They’re literally the Scooby gang and I fucking live for it, I’m here for it, I cry for it.

Hurricanes Are Named After Humans for a Reason by SergeantPixie

Vampire Diaries fic! Elena realizes how terribly Damon treated Caroline and then gets revenge on him. Elena/Caroline.

Jungle Fever by afterandalasia

Did you ever want to read Tarzan/Jane fic except Tarzan is a woman and they’re GAY? Well you’re in fucking luck, my pal.

levitate me by parishilton

AHS:Coven, Madison/Zoe fic with bonus Kyle. Madison had me hooked from episode one and I just literally love her more than life itself. I’m so here for aggressively bisexual Madison Montgomery trying to get what she wants.

Love is a Battlefield by anamatics

OKAY so I’m obsessed with this fic. Sansa/Margaery, Sansa is a fanfic writer who is a BIG FUCKING DEAL who writes this big famous historical AU fic based off of these two guys who are basically like the folk rock Daft Punk, wearing masks and singing hippie music. IT IS SECRETLY LORAS AND RENLY. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.

quaint town by kiiouex

The Helen/Orla fic that started my Helen/Orla madness. Helen is just. OUR QUEEN.

the movement and the spin by dollsome

Downton Abbey, Lavinia/Mary, my whole heart for a basketful of happy sapphic ladies of the manor.

We’re Friends When You’re On Your Knees by narceus

Alison Argent/Lydia Martin. Starts off as platonic BDSM and then there are FEELINGS. Such good descriptions of the scenes in here.

whenever i’m alone with you by dustyloves

Grantaire is the leader of the new Feminist Fight Club, Enjolras is SO THIRSTY, and they fight injustice.

Yugebin by afterandalasia

Milo Thatch is a scientist, a geek, a klutz, and also a SECRET WOMAN. She and Kida get together anyway.

[holylangdon]

have you written anything with madison / have any madison pieces to reccomend ?

i’ve only ever posted one madison thing (xx), however i do have a couple unfinished fics that i need to post... oof. i’ll get around to it one day.

as for madison fic recommendations... i honestly don’t know. content for her seems scarce. if anyone has any, feel free to rb this for anon!! 

[strwbsgirl]

😈😈 sub Zemo with a super-powered reader. Getting his ass tossed around and choked.

sub! zemo x dom! reader headcannon

just because i think zemo would LOVE to play into the whole arena of submission and domination, if you were to bring up topping him for the night he would lose his mind.

of course our boy is a resident switch, i think he would prefer being taken care of. but not for too long, seeing as he wants to make a moment out of all the time he has.

sub! zemo is definitely one to be very handsy, always gripping/tugging/pulling on any part of your body, definitely thinking he would be into some basics like being tied up, cutting off his air circulation right as he is cumming, overstimulation, edging - when he is in a submissive position - he wants to be used.

he would approach the idea with you, making sure you were at least 90% okay with it before diving right in. he would want you to take control, rip his clothes off, make marks along his skin, essentially the man just wants you to ruin him.

and if he were with someone who knew how to take control, and did so in their everyday life, he would relinquish full control to them, essentially praising them for degrading him.

oh, did i not mention hes into degrading? oh yeah baby, 1000000% he wants to be told he’s a slut, staring into his eyes and riding him while you held onto his jaw, not letting him speak.

theres a half and half for him, sometimes i think he would want more of a soft, playful lovemaking session, where you could take control, still being gentle to him, especially this would take place on his bad days if he were up to it.

but then the opposite side is rough sex, anywhere, anytime, regardless of position/location/time available, he wants it here and he wants it now. and this is my PERSONAL favorite zemo.

he would pull something like, “darling, i think we should head out. don’t you?” he would imply, whispering in your ear in the upscale bar, sitting amongst his colleagues. “we just basically got here, doll. let’s stay a little longer.” you’d rest your hand on his, taking another sip of the expensive cocktail - which, really isn’t good but it’s the experience. he’d snake his hand down your back, pressing his fingers against your hip, tapping and rubbing circles into it as the night progressed.

even at one point i see him becoming so needy, he would slip his hand underneath your dress, tugging you closer by the hem of your underwear, almost trying to get you to sit on his lap. “doll, if you want to leave that bad, say it, you call the shots and we’ll go.” smirking, you knew he wouldn’t, he hasn’t had any outside adventures with his colleagues since the breakout, for fear of being recognized.

after a few more impossible minutes, he would kindly excuse himself and you from the table, bidding your goodbyes before heading off into the alley between the restaurant and bar. he would find himself lost with the sight of you, grabbing your hand to place along his growing bulge. “see. this is why we had to leave.” you would giggle, seeing how whiny he became just by leaving the restaurant. backing him up into the corner, your hands dusting off his coat, before gripping onto his jaw. “you really needed me that bad? how pathetic. you couldn’t even last two hours without needing to stuff your cock in my mouth? look at you, helmut, all needy and whining for me. do you think you call the shots?” you asked, your grip becoming tighter on his jaw, “answer me, helmut.”

his eyes would widen, shaking his head side to side as a way of rebuke. “i said answer me.” you would repeat, “no, no! i promise. i’m not the one in charge, you are.” he would moan out, feeling the unbearable tightness growing in his slacks. “exactly. now come on, i’m not doing this here. you can wait and think about what you did.” you’d loosen your grip, moving your hand to his and pulling him along like he was your accessory before hailing a cab, and taking you back home.

[strwbsgirl]

lord forgive me... but i need sub!andrea marowski content 😳pls and thank you for your service to the daniel brühl fan club 😼😌

(hes so cute i wanna choke him)

sub! andrea marowski headcannons

god i just love him as andrea such a sweet little boy, not a thought in his head. he’s always so attentive to your needs, always doing things for you and thinking of you when out and about. he’d even bring you flowers hand picked or sea shells just because he thought you would enjoy them. hes all around such a sweet baby.

i feel like he’s very inexperienced, but he tries his best. he knows he likes you being in charge more than the opposite. he doesn’t have much confidence when it comes to taking a leadership position, especially in bed, so if you assumed the role he would be extremely grateful.

little andrea would definitely be the type to pull on your sleeves, tug at your belt loops, or even be touchy feel-y in public if he were needy. he wouldn’t outright tell you, but he would send you visual cues to let you know.

he would first whine about wanting to go home maybe, even offering to cook you a fantastic meal, rub your back, whatever you needed as long as you could go home. and you were out having such a good day you didn’t understand why he was so eager to head home.

after his advancements did not take, he would tug on your sleeves, pull on your belt loop to pull you against him, wrapping his arms around your torso as you walked through the village. “andrea? what has gotten into you? are you feeling ill?” you questioned, partitioning yourself from the group. he whines, pulling you closer to whisper in your ear, grabbing your hand and placing it right on top of the growing buldge, and with a dumbfound face mumbling out a, “mommy.. i.. i need to go home.. i need help.”

and of course you couldn’t deny him! who could with those puppy dog eyes and a willingness to serve? after bidding your goodbyes to the group, he tugged you all the way back to the house, and upstairs to his bedroom before you locked the door and sat him down in the chair in the corner. “you know, andrea.. that was really bad if you to do. couldn’t you have taken care of yourself before we left? or did you need some extra time you weren’t granted, hm?” you cooed, hands grazing up and down his legs as your blouse dipped down.

this poor boy would have absolutely no coherent thoughts coming out, just absolutely dumbfounded, trying hard not to stare at your exposed chest, but also not wanting to think to heavily about the fact that you were merely inches away from his tightening buldge. “i.. i.. mommy, i just... i need you to take care of me.” he cried out, breathing heavier than before.

and with that, your cue had begone. it was only a matter of time before andrea was a moaning, whimpering mess beneath you. he was quick to close his eyes and turn away, but with you in charge you would grab his jaw, pulling him down to face you as you swallowed his cock whole. pulling off with a popping sound, you muttered, “what? doesn’t mommy look pretty like this? cum all over her lips?” and it absolutely sends a shiver down his spine as without even being touched for mere seconds, he feels his body starting to shake. biting down onto his lip he pleads for more, granting the wish was the easiest part, your nose touching the base of his cock as he cries out your name, with some strings of polish and pleas for a certain mommy.

after swallowing his load, and finding your lips stained with his cum, coming back up to kiss andrea was no foreign choice. neither was the kisses after he spent hours eating you out. neither was the sweat dripping down his forehead as you rode him, his nails digging into your hips as you went harder, finding pleasure for your own self.

andrea wouldn’t know what to do besides whine, plead, and cum. he’d try his best to do something new, but, you always helped him out if he wanted to do something he was unsure of.

[strwbsgirl]

please ! i have so many sub zemo thoughts ! him begging you to mark him or like him making grabby hands at you 🥺

“So I saw that you did a sub laszlo and Andrea idk if those were old requests but I’d they weren’t could you possibly do a sub zemo. If not that’s completely fine :)”

“Could I maybe request a really bratty sub zemo?? Maybe something with his mommy giving him a punishment for being disobedient? 👁👁”

i can do all of them at the same time!

disobedient sub! helmut zemo headcannons

god i love zemo, i don’t care what he’s done this man is so sexy. (okay obviously his character isn’t a good guy - lets not get into this we want porn)

zemo is the type of man to appear stone cold, flirtatious and manipulative, which he is.. but he uses this tactic to shield his emotions and desires. zemo found his way in with you, a strong willed, emotional partner who could combat his isolation.

(and also make him cum in a matter of seconds, but that’s getting ahead of myself!)

zemo is definitely one to take risks, so it would make sense for him to act up in public, say youre at a nightclub, deep in madripoor - meeting with some important people on your behalf.

zemo, keeping his cool as long as possible, finds a way to keep your attention on him. whether it be removing an article of clothing, dragging his hand up and down and up and down your inner thigh, or even pressing your hand down against his buldge while talking across the poker table.

even after being scolded, he wouldn’t budge. he knew what he wanted. and he knew how to get it. he leaned over, pressing his lips to your ear before muttering a simple, “do you think... we could get out of here? you could help me with my problem.” in his rough, accent gilded voice. “cant you wait, my darling. we have things to do.” you sighed, kissing his temple before returning to your adventures.

after another meaningless hour and a few more drinks, you finally found yourself back at home after having zemo, by the collar, dragged out of the bar and into an suv. “why would you act so terribly rude?” you spat, unbuckling the strap on your high heels. “helmut, look at me when im speaking to you.” his eyes peer upwards, “i told you i wanted to leave. i told you i needed you.” he replied, an attitude brewing in his tone.

“helmut, what did i say about times like these? you drag me out of my work, what happens?” you question, fixing the cleavage from your dress.

“i.. well.” he stutters, you were the only one who could make helmut zemo stutter and stumble upon his words. “say it.” your eyes drag across his body, taking in all of the sight. “bad boys don’t get to cum.. only good boys..” he sighed, almost pleading through his lashes at you.

“helmut, dont give me those eyes. when we get home, dress clothes off, boxers stay. upstairs, bedroom, and quiet.”

his eyes lit up, possibly denoting his surprise that awaited him. as the suv pulled up to the flat, he graciously escorted you from the vehicle, before departing after the doors were shut. in the mean time, you focused on how to properly punish him.

helmut zemo, and his disgusting praise kink. you could use that to your advantage. or you could overstimulate the boy until he began to cry out your name. too much work. what about playing into his authority kink? should you boss him around more often? should you walk him on a leash like the dog he decides to be while you are making a life for eachother post breakout.

or maybe leaving the decision up to zemo himself. as you ascended the stairs, you heard the belt buckle hit the floor followed by a string of mumbled sokovian curse words as he tried to clean up before you arrived. with hands on the doorway, you glanced upon the man, his boxers somehow tighter by the minute. a small spot appears near the edge of his imprint. “my dear helmut, you must be so worked up to have drug me all the way back home. this must be serious hm?” you pleaded with him, bottom lip puckering out as you stepped forward, hands on his jaw, holding his cheeks. “i.. i couldn’t wait any longer miss.. i need you. i want to please you, i want you to hurt me.. whatever you do, please start quickly, i don’t know if i can handle not cumming in you tonight..” he cried out.

“we’ll see, my love. let’s see if you can take your punishment like a good boy, first. then move from there to see if you deserve to come tonight.”

[strwbsgirl]

Babe if you don’t give me some sub! Zemo shit rn !!!

me picturing sub! young zemo as this gif right here, smoking in the bathroom of his friends hostel.

you coming to pick him up after he spent the entire night out, you were worried and he was nonchalant about it. after his friends getting him into the car, the smell of sweat liquor and tobacco prominent on him, you sighed, turning to face him before turning the car back on.

“what were you thinking? helmut?” you would ask, focusing on the road, but looking at him through your peripheral. “i wasn’t. i wanted an escape.” he twiddled his thumbs, staring at his lap and out of the window at the moving cars. “i was worried about you, helmut. not to mention leaving in the middle of all of that? really?” you alluding to the nice dinner his parents had made, inviting you over to meet them and his siblings.

his eldest brother had made a crude joke at his expense, prompting him to storm out, after a string of curse words left his mouth. he felt awful about leaving you in that situation, but was relieved for you to come find him. “i’m sorry... mommy..” he would mutter, a slight smile on his lips. “not the time, i’m mad at you, helmut. you dont know how worried i was for you. god, you have me crazy.” you said, reaching a red light before he placed his hand on your inner thigh, tugging at it.

“im here now.. so does that mean.. when we get home, we can.. play?” his bright brown eyes glaring at you, in a pleasing manner. “please forgive me, mommy. i’ll do anything to make it up to you.” he licked his lips, continuing to knead at your thigh.

“when we get home, you’re going to be in trouble. no playing.” you said, turning on your blinker, making the turn before pulling happily into your own driveway. “go upstairs. i’ll be up there.” you said, gathering your own things from your trunk. “yes, mommy.” he happily skipped up towards the stairs to the front door, turning back to find you locking the car before heading inside with him before you both departed into the home.

[strwbsgirl]

based on your last rp sentence starter you shared some ideas for reader paired with niki that i had are: “you’re always there for me”, “your hearts beating so fast”, or “i miss the old you”

niki lauda

your heart beat out of your chest, pounding in your ears as niki finished his final cup, pulling into the pit area before hopping out of his car, and dropping his helmet to the ground.

“niki?” you yelled over the loud music, mixed with the chatter of a million screaming fans. “niki!” you pushed towards him, clearing a path between you and niki, before grabbing at his collars and pulling him in. sweat dripped down the sides of his face as he took in deep breaths, “what.. what happened?” you asked, looking up into his red eyes. he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you in closer against his chest before closing his eyes, savoring the moment. “you.. niki, your heart is beating.. so fast.”

he let out a soft chuckle, keeping you close against his body. “you’re always here for me, księżniczko, let hunt win. you are who i want. you are who i need. i don’t need to win this time, i have nothing to prove.” he pulled slightly away, pressing his lips against your forehead before tilting your chin upwards, connecting your lips to his, pulling you into a chaste kiss.

[strwbsgirl]

alex kerner + mommy kink

man oh man, i KNOW this boy has issues but damn, who knew he had such an intense mommy kink.

i think with alex, it’s not like a please baby me and treat me like a child, it’s more of a take care of me, and praise me and i’ll see you as my caregiver essentially.

he’s an intense lover, everything he does he does well and with careful consideration. you come home from work, feet hurting and tired? don’t worry alex is there ready to help out with whatever, rub your feet, let you rant about your day, etc.

he’d love to have his hair played with, just intensely listening to you rant about your day, the people you work with, how annoying everyone was. he was just happy to know you were here with him. and yeah, if it led to something more… alex would give up the innocent act and immediately get on his knees for you. anything you say he will do. no back talk.

after a particularly hard day, you’d throw your keys against the little stand in the front area of your apartment, kicking off your shoes before heading out to the living room. “alex?” you would call out, setting your coat in the closet before shutting the door softly on the chance your boyfriend was asleep.

“in the bedroom!” he’d respond, calling out to you from the other rooms across the hall. you’d turn on the light in the kitchen before strutting across the hall and into your shared bedroom, seeing his cute stature spread out on the bed. “what time did you get off?” you asked, taking off your many rings and pieces of jewelry and setting them all down onto your nightstand. “around four, but i knew you would be home late, so i picked up some food for us. it’s in the microwave when you’re ready.” he’d smile, laying on his stomach to watch you get undressed from your day. “tell me about your day, mommy.”

your eyes would dart over to him, “mommy? do you think you are going to get me into bed that easily?” you’d laugh, grabbing pajamas from your drawer before peeling off the clothes of the day. “because if so, you’re going to have to do some work, mr. kerner.” he would laugh, pulling himself to the edge of your bed before our stretching his arms, “come over here, mommy, tell me about your day and i will make it better.” of course you couldn’t say no to his face i mean, come on, the little smirk competing with his puppy dog eyes. it was like he were made to make you weak in the knees. “fine, but it’s a long story.” walking towards the boy at the edge of the bed, his arms wrapping around you before letting his head fall against your chest, sighing out happily as you ran your fingers through his hair.

[strwbsgirl]

thinking about the dream i had ab pegging zemo n he was a mess and loved getting degraded but with lots of praise 😼 plus the soft clingy aftercare mhm yep!

oh YESSS! i love this. sub! zemo is one of my favorites tbh. i think he would be so accepting of praise. i think he’s a house spouse tbh, but also if he were in a mlw relationship, he’d love to have a housewife. even just taking turns. i think he’s a switch. definitely. why am i going on a tangent... 😐

[strwbsgirl]

if anyone has any niki lauda fic / headcannon / blurb recommendations tag me or send em my way <3

[strwbsgirl]

Your soft niki head cannons were SO CUTE 🥺 also PLEASE do the disobedient Andrea ones 😳

i most certainly will! i’m actually working on it right now hehe <3 and also, thank you !! i think he might be my favorite bruhl character... :O

[strwbsgirl]

Hi, love you work ❤️ Could you do anything with sub!laszlo? 🥰

whenever i think of sub! laszlo this image comes to mind and reminds me , yeah im not the only one thinking these thoughts.

sub!laszlo kriezler headcannons

i think laszlo is an interesting man. he is often caught up in his own head, usually too busy to tend to his own needs as he is tending to others so i think in bed, he would relinquish full control - which would be hard for such a perfectionist.

as far as everything goes, he never is not a gentlemen, being polite.. almost too polite. he’s very obedient and likes to follow orders for that structure he so desperately craves.

he has a definite praise kink, with an overstimulation & mommy kink. (at least, i think so. look at him.)

his approval for praise runs so deep he desperately craves being acknowledged for his hard work, and for listening to his mistress.

im imagining a late night at his desk, skimming through files and misplaced projects, papers, etc. when he finds himself thinking of his partner. the way they laugh, their crinkles near their eyes as they smile, the way they know just how to turn him on with just mere words. and with his brain turned off, he would go ahead and start teasing himself, because if he didn’t get to work soon - no work would be done.

after walking in on the site, and slipping quietly behind laszlo, a simple kiss against his neck, or his ear would send him into a whimpering mess. “laszlo, dear? is there something wrong?” you’d ask, not glancing beneath the desk. his head would shake yes, frantically muttering out a quick, “yes darling! no worries..”

“laszlo i can tell when something is bothering you, please tell me darling.” you pleas, softly, catching on to what is going on simply by the tone of his voice. your hands linger across his arms, pressing your chest against his shoulders. “well.. what have we got here?” you whisper, glancing down at the wet spot on top of his trousers.

he lets his head hang in embarrassment, not facing you as he mutters out a quick, “i’m sorry...” you instantly felt like taking charge as you pull the chair out, balancing on your knees between his, prying his legs open even through his disdain. “laszlo, darling don’t be embarrassed. this is natural. mommy will take care of you, yes? like i always have.” you reassure him, his eyes slightly glancing upwards as you spoke. “mommy?..” he repeats, moving his hands off of his trousers where the stain laid. “yes, laszlo. for such a smart boy, you should know i’ll be here to tend to your needs.” you praised him, fingers tugging at the belt around his waist.

i also think he would be into dumbification but maybe it’s a personal preference, he’d want to be fucked into submission, almost stripping him of his title as dr. he wouldn’t want to worry about anyone or anything, all he wanted to worry about was you, your pleasure, and how he can serve you best.

[strwbsgirl]

soft! niki lauda x reader headcannons

(i had amazing help from my dearest friend on tumblr for this idea @icrackunderanysocialpressure)

i’m picturing this turn around of niki being post crash, you by his side 24/7 in the hospitals, worrying about him every waking minute of every single day. it would kill you to see him so sick and barely breathing.

everyday, sitting by his side in the little hospital chairs which everyone knew was uncomfortable, only leaving his side to use the bathroom and freshen up as much as you could without needing to leave the hospital.

rubbing over his hand, feeling how his skin was red hot, still radiating the heat from the crash you feared most. “i know you can hear me, and i want you to know i love you. you will be alright.”

hearing his little gasps made your heart hurt terribly, but knowing he was one day closer to leaving kept you alive. everyday, the same day once again. taking care of niki, watching over niki, sleeping when he would sleep.

after almost fifty days in the icu, niki finally was able to head off, terribly burned from the accident. his first day back on the track, you knew not to let him go, you knew something would go amiss. you weren’t in a position to let him leave you again.

“i think, i know you will be okay, but i worry for you, niki. you are my only love, what will happen if i lose you again?” you asked, eyes swelling with tears as you clutched onto his jacket, patting out the little wrinkles. “i will be fine, i promise. nothing is wrong with me. i can still see.” he rebuttals, trying to spark a joke.

you always felt anxious ever since that day, even after niki gave up racing. even leaving the house with him made you worry. he would always calm you down, stroking over your cheek, reassuring you he would be fine.

“we are going to the store, we aren’t racing in japan.” he would laugh, and you would calm your nerves knowing he was confident to take his car out on the road. “i know.. but, you know how i am.” you would say, twiddling your thumbs.

everyday and every night you spent looking after your sweet boy, making sure he had everything he needed, and he too joining in on the worries. “my love, do you need another pillow?” you would ask, removing your robe as you stood at the edge of the bed, niki up late watching the most recent play back of a race.

“darling, i’m fine. come, relax.” he would pat your side of the bed, calling you over. after getting into bed, he would place his arm across your body, hugging you in close, nearly cradling you. “do you want me to make tea? should i go put on a pot?” you would ask, glancing up at him, running your nails along his tee.

“you worry too much, schätz. no tea, unless you want a cup, then i will do it.” he would be as equally annoying as you after devoting the rest of his career to you. but that’s what balanced you both out, you both worried sick about one another, wanting to make sure both parties were healthy and happy.

and with niki, there was never a dull moment. lots of intimacy, attitude, and asking for middle of the night peppermint tea.