#quietmyfears

[quietmyfearswith]

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

status — completed one shot

word count —  4,878 words

kink - car sex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

“And the equipment I asked for is ready?”

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anything, daddy!”

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

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

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

[vannybarber]

The Prenup: Part Four

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two Part Three

As soon as you heard that, you slam the door in his face.

"Y/N, what the hell? Open the door. What are you doin'?"

"No, I'm not opening the door. How are you gonna finally see me and knowing I'm upset with you, greet me with "hi baby"? You fuss at him through the door.

"I'm sorry okay! Can you please open the door? We need to talk."

"Don't raise your voice at me. You're only making it worse for yourself." You shift your weight on the other foot folding your arms. "I can do this all day."

"Come on babe, I'm serious." So were you.

"If I open this door, you better act like you have some sense."

"Alright, alright. Just open the door please."

You hesitantly walk over and open the door seeing him stand in the same position. Your face is torn up and you wrinkle it more when your eyes land on him. Although you won't admit it, a tiny part of you are glad to see him. Just a tiny part.

"Can I come in?" He looks at you and tilts his head sassily.

"Cut the attitude Christopher." You walk away towards the bed signaling he could enter.

"We're not gonna get anything solved with you acting like this" he huffs, slamming the door.

"How do you expect me to act? We wouldn't have anything to solve if you hadn't done all this. All this time you had to think and you still can't get that through your mind."

"I still don't see why you're making such a big deal. This is protecting us both. I don't touch your money, mine doesn't get touched either."

You almost slap him.

"Chris, that's if we were to divorce. We haven't even gotten married and you're already thinking about divorce?" What the fuck is wrong with him?

"You always say to be extra cautious and careful. That's what I'm doing. Megan thinks it's a good idea and when is she ever wrong?"

"You know what's sad Chris? Megan is such a bitch and you can't see it. She literally tries to dictate every little thing you do. She's your publicist, not your wife. You talk about how you love your freedom and independence, which I give to you, but when it comes to her, whatever she says goes."

His hands are rubbing his face, like usual, when he's in a predicament. He's not saying anything, which makes you even more upset, but you continue anyway.

"I truly don't think you understand how you're being right now. You're letting someone else dictate our relationship. You don't even talk to me about it, so I'm sitting on the sidelines watching you play the game. It's clear in itself that you are still not ready to be in a relationship. How? I don't know. You had fucking 4 years."

"Its not that easy, okay? You know how all my past relationships have gone. Somehow I was still being used for everything. Whether it was money, publicity or whatever. You don't get it."

You sigh and run a hand over your forehead. It's obvious you aren't going to get anywhere with this, so what was the point of him even coming here? Hold on.

"How the hell did you even find me? I haven't talked to you all day." He looks up and at the wall, bouncing his leg nervously in the chair he was seated in.

"You had your location on and I drove over here." You roll your eyes and this upsets him. "You freaking left without telling anyone where you were! You could've been hurt. Or even worse."

"I told your momma I was fine." He scoffs.

"You've got to be kidding. You just have to be."

You've had it up to here with this man. Clearly nothing was going to get resolved and both of you are stubborn about it, so you want him gone right away.

"Chris just go. You're wasting time. I told you to come in here with some sense, but you must've left the little that you had at the door."

"You're my future wife. I'm not leaving you. We need to work this out." Haha. That's funny.

"Well according to you, I'm most likely going to be your future ex wife." Okay you were being dramatic but whatever. "Let me help you understand. After 4 years of a relationship, you propose to me. Then you get a prenup behind my back by the advisory of your hating ass publicist. You signed it without even letting me know you had one. Do you not see the issue at hand here?"

You deadpan him for his reaction. You needed some form of indication that he gets what you're saying. That he realizes he's being a dick.

"I mean...I guess? I just didn't think you'd be so bothered. If we never get a divorce then it's fine. The prenup won't matter." He sits up in his chair and looks at you what looks like to be genuine confusion on his face.

Why do you even bother?

"Yes it would matter. Because it will forever be there. And in the back of my mind, I will always feel you picked your money over me." All his confusion washes away at this and is replaced with realization and guilt. "You know me better than most of my own family does. And you know what my intentions are with you. None of them require money. If you didn't have money like you did, I still would be with you Chris. Why? Because I love you."

There's a silence.

"I honestly don't know what to say." And you could tell. Any words he wanted to speak barely got through transformation because he would just clamp his mouth shut.

"Chris I just want to be alone right now, okay? I really don't need this at the moment." Yeah, the fact that you're pregnant. And he still doesn't know. You thought about telling him, but now you want to hold it off being that this didn't go as planned.

"Babe-"

"Chris please. Just do this for me. It's the least you can do." You sit on the bed and cross your legs. You were in a bind that didn't seem to be letting up any time soon.

"Well it was a long drive and I have to use the bathroom." You swat your hand to the restroom for him to go. Anything to get him moving faster. He walks in and shuts the door behind him. Meanwhile, you grab your phone and contemplate whether you should turn your location off. If you kept it on, at least they would know where you were and that you were safe. But you don't want him back here.

After 4-5 minutes or so, you didn't hear the toilet flush and you wonder what he's doing in there.

"Chris what the hell is taking you so long?" The door clicks open and you look, only to see Chris standing in the frame with a pregnancy test in hand.

He has your positive pregnancy test.

You forgot you left them on the sink counter. Fucking idiot. You internally start freaking out and you jump out the bed. He spots you and stares at you. Knowing him for so long, you had never seen this look o his face before. Turns out, it was a look of betrayal. Why would he feel betrayed?

"You're pregnant." His voice is monotonous and his eyes don't leave yours for a second.

You on the other hand, are darting your attention around the room, looking anywhere but at him. You feel a sense of guilt. Probably because you weren't telling him and he had to find out like this.

"Yes- yes I am pregnant" you speak lowly, fiddling with the end of your shirt.

"And its mine right?" That made you mad.

"Of course it is! How the hell could you ask me that?"

"Well I don't know how to fucking feel! You were just gonna let me walk out of here without telling me you're pregnant with my baby!?" Now he's out the bathroom and a few feet away from you.

"I don't owe anything to you right now. I would've told you eventually. When I was ready." He goes silent.

"Are you going to keep it?" This time his voice is meek and lower than his normal tone. You look up and his face is pained. He is all for 'my body my choice' and completely supports that, but he'd be lying if he said that the thought of you, ya know, wouldn't hurt him.

"Yes I am keeping the baby." He let's out a huge breath.

Even though you couldn't have been more than 5 weeks, you had already felt like a bond was formed with your baby. And knowing Chris has wanted kids since forever, you couldn't take that away.

"Well I'm happy." But you still weren't all the way there yet. You didn't forget what had just happen.

"You still need to leave." The little smile on his face had vanished and he looked down.

"Are you gonna come back?" He was making it slightly difficult to keep the same hardness with him. You still loved that man, even through all your anger you have with him.

"I will, just not right now. Or not today at least. I still need to think. I'll be back home eventually." As you're speaking he sets the test back in the bathroom and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Well I guess that's better than nothing", he replies still visibly upset. "I guess I'll just head out now." He walks towards the door and hooks his hand on the knob. You quick get up and to your own surprise, you wrap your arms around him.

He's stiff for a few moments, which makes complete sense, but hugs back. You take in his scent and you almost give in. You hadn't smelt him in a while and it drove you crazy. You pull away and adjust your shirt. He looks at you one more time.

"I love you Y/N." You nod your head and he leaves the room.

"I love you too Christopher."

But he couldn't hear you because he was already half way down the hall, thinking about how he was going to make this right.

heehee😏i think this is a little more than what i gave in the last chapter. we're not through yet you guys ❤

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kinktober day 8 — size difference

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

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

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

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

“What time did we need to leave again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kinktober day 2 — virginity kink

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

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

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

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

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

“Can you please stop that?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you like it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kinktober day 7 — degradation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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no other ; niki lauda x fem!reader

warnings —cursing, fluff??? angst??? ooc!niki??

pairing —niki lauda x fem!reader

word count — 2,128 words

a/n — this is set after niki’s accident. cried a little when i worte this... i think the concept in my head was much better than what i wrote. feedback is appreciated!

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“Niki?” Upon hearing his name, the driver looked to his right where his wife just entered his hospital room with a duffel bag in her hand. Almost instantly, he thought of the worst thing. He knew the accident would have changed his life forever — but he never imagined that it would take a toll on his marriage and would cause the love of his life to leave him. Instead of showing visible concern and distress at the thought, he put on his usual poker face and nodded for her to sit beside him in the bed.

“What’s the matter, liebling?” His hands grabbed for her shaking ones, his thumbs rubbed her skin soothingly — as if he were trying to gently coax him into telling him she was leaving him just so it wouldn’t hurt them both more than they both expected.for some, holding hands wasn’t really considered as that big of a deal, but Niki was reserved and the silent brooding type, so when they both went out for their fourth date in the carnival and her hand was picked up by the Austrian racer as he led them into the bump carts, she understood that it was his way of displaying love and affection. With a shaky sigh and encouragement from him, she then breathed out, “There is something I’d want to tell you and give you, but I’m just afraid of how you will react. So just, I don’t know, bear with me as I prepare.”

This was it, she was going to give him back the wedding ring and tell him that this wasn’t what she signed up for when they both got married. With a shaky exhale of his own, he half-heartedly smiled and nodded, “It’s okay liebling, I won’t be mad.” A nervous chuckle of her own erupted from her dry throat as she said, “I hope not, I just brought you your helmet, anyway.” At the mention of his racing gear, he tilted his head to the side, his helmet? Why did you have it with you? Was that the memorabilia from your marriage you’d like to keep?

“My helmet? What about it? Would you like to keep it?”

It was her turn to be confused as she shook her head no; she removed her hands from where it was intertwined with his and reached for the duffel bag, grabbing the helmet and giving it to Niki. “Truthfully, I don’t know what’s going on in your mind — I don’t know if there’s a part of you that is doubtful on whether or not you should continue with the season, or with racing in general given the trauma you probably endured after the accident — but I would like for you to know what’s going in my mind. I would not mind it if you got back on the track to finish what you started.”

Not knowing what else to say, all the world champion could let out was a shaky “What?” As his glossy eyes looked at her with love, though he was grateful she wasn’t looking at his vulnerable state as her her one hand was tracing his printed surname on the helmet while the other held onto his rough hand while she spoke, “It occurred to me that no matter what hobby or profession you pick up, you’ll always find yourself back on the race track. You’ve been dabbling on flying planes, yet you still end up driving a car over a hundred miles per hour,” It was hard for the man not to replicate her chuckle at the end, but he got a feeling she was not intentionally being comedic at the moment as she continued on a more serious note, “You could take after your family and be in business or politics, but would trade three-piece suits for an oily overalls.”

“Where are you getting at, liebling?” He understood what she was trying to say, but feared that where she wanted to go was something that would upset the both of them. Her nervous rambling was not new to him — in fact it was one of her quirks that made him fall in love with her — but he wished she would just go straight to the point to ease both of their worries.

“I’m saying at the end of the day, you will always choose racing — above everything. And I know that you would choose racing over me, and I’m fine with it,” The smile she plastered on was a genuine one, which scared Niki with how happy she looked as she said such a sad statement. “Why would you even say that? You’re, I love you.”

“I love you too, Niki,” She placed a quick, chaste kiss on his lips before looking at him with her own glossy eyes as she explained, “But even you have to admit that that is true, racing will be the only permanent fixture in your life. And I’m simply replaceable,” He opened his mouth to argue with her and tell her the opposite until she beat him to it, “You have to admit that is the truth, Niki. Had Marlene left the party before I did, she would have probably driven you home and you two would have clicked, you two would have gotten married instead of with me.”

He remembered that party. Clay had dragged him someplace and when he refused to be friendly, the other Ferrari driver simply left him outside of the house. She was just exiting the house after delivering the pastries and baked goods for the party when she saw the Austrian driver and offered him a ride home. As the two drove off the compound, in the rear view mirror they saw Marlene hastily exiting the party as well. Early on in their marriage she made a comment about how timing was a funny thing, that if Marlene was the first one to leave then Niki would have probably married the businesswoman instead of a simple baker like herself. And in true Lauda fashion, he called bullshit on her theory then placed a kiss on her cheek.

“It’s a harsh thing to think about — you will always choose racing and you may not always choose me — but I have made peace with it,” She pushed the helmet further into him and blinked the tears back, “You were meant to be a racer and I love supporting you every step of the way. I’m going to cheer you on when you decide to get back on the track.”

“Usually wives forbid their husbands a lot when they make reckless decisions, no?” He tried to lighten up the mood for he already felt heavy and despair for her. Here he was thinking that she wanted to divorce him, but the thought of her underestimating how much she meant to him and dismissed herself as replaceable was much worse than his earlier assumption about what this conversation would be about. With a grin, she shrugged and said, “Well this isn’t a reckless decision, it’s a calculated risk you always take — and I trust your judgement.”

Putting the helmet on the side of the bed, he lifted her in his arms and planting her on his lap, cuddling her against his chest as he sighed out in relief, “I thought for a second that you were telling me that you were going to file for divorce and give me back the wedding ring.”

Looking up at him, her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “Now why in God’s name would I even do that?” He pointed to the burns on his face, “This isn’t exactly a museum-worthy face, liebling.”

“How superficial do you think I am that I married you for your looks and not your personality?” Without even noticing it, her wit and humor was a lot like Niki’s — which was another factor as to why the driver fell hard for his wife — making the two of them a perfect pair. “Besides, it’s not like you need a pretty face to drive, just the right foot anyway.”

-

The Japan Grand Prix was the final race for the season and it did not look like the typical race day since the rain was pouring. Niki turned to her, smiling briefly, “It’s pouring out there.”

“Stay safe, love,” She kissed his lips firmly, holding on to his overalls, “I don’t want a repeat of what happened last time.”

“I don’t think my face could burn even more than it already has,” His joke was met with a swift swat on his chest, “Please don’t joke about that. I love you and I want you to come back to me in one piece.”

“I promise to come back to you, I love you,” He promised after pressing another searing kiss on her lips before pulling away. She gently lowered the helmet over his head before waving goodbye; she watched him walk towards the car and began praying for his safety.

It was a shock to all when after a few laps, Niki pulled into the pit. She hung back when her husband was being swarmed by the pit crew, their eyes briefly met when he was being questioned if there was something wrong with the car, “Nothing’s wrong with the car. I’m not finishing this race. No, you don’t need to lie to the press; just tell them the truth.”

Walking in front of her with his helmet now discarded, he held out his hand and she grabbed onto it firmly. Niki then led the two of them into a secluded area so they could talk, “What happened, Niki? Was something wrong?”

A serene expression adorned his face as his curls bounced when he shook his head, “Everything’s perfect, liebling.” A hand wrapped around her waist as his eyes were focused on the small television screen that showed the race. “Then why did you forfeit the race?”

Pursing his lips, he sighed before looking at her dead in the eye, “You were wrong, you know.” She moved her head away from where it laid on his shoulder to look at him, head tilted in confusion, “Wrong about what exactly?”

“When we were at the hospital and you gave me my helmet — you told me that I would choose racing over you,” Both his firm hands were planted on her hips as he stared into her with such intense devotion and love she had never seen before that it almost caused her to melt into a puddle, “That is far from the truth. I love you and only you. I could win a hundred races, fly all over the world, or become the richest businessman in the world and it all would pale in comparison to the feeling of knowing I get to come home to you, that of all the people in the world you chose me as your husband and lover. I will always choose you above racing, above anything else; for there are many other races, but there won’t be another one like you, liebling.”

A few stray tears now escaped her eyes upon hearing his heartfelt speech — this was better than the vows he spoke at their private ceremony. “Fuck, I love you so much, Niki Lauda,” Her hands held his cheeks as she surged forward and kissed her passionately. The Austrian could not hold back the smile upon feeling her lips against his. “I thought you weren’t going to be good at this?”

“I am a world champion liebling, I have to be the best at everything.”

Now that joke was something she laughed at as she pecked his cheek once more before cuddling at his side while they continued to watch the rest of the race.

Once James Hunt was proclaimed as the winner of the race and the brand new world champion, Niki then nodded and pointed at the helicopter awaiting them, “Time to go, liebling.”

With their hands entwined they walked on over to the helicopter and once settled in, she turned to him, “You could have easily won, you know.”

“Maybe,” Came his gruff reply as he gulped down the pressure building in his ears. “Do you regret not finishing it? You could have been the world champion once again.” Despite his proclamation of love to her, she could not help the anxiety and doubt she had.

“No regrets at all, do I have to repeat my speech from earlier?” He jokingly said as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. Her chuckle sounded like heaven’s choir welcoming him; and he assured her once more, “Besides, I have been the world champion ever since we got married.”

[quietmyfearswith]

helmut zemo ; preferences

warnings — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, DARK THEMES, cursing, DDLG, sexual themes, fluff??? angst???

pairing — helmut zemo x fem!reader, dark!helmut zemo x fem!reader

a/n — idk man i just fucking love zemo and thought to have a go in making some preferences for him

masterlist

love languages — act of service, quality time, gift-giving

“Are you enjoying, my love?” Zemo asked as he rowed the boat, letting the paddle lay on the sides of the boat once they were both in the middle of the lake. Smiling, she nodded and fed her boyfriend a slice of cheese that he had packed in their picnic basket. “I do, thank you so much for this, Hel,” She moved from where she was seated and snuggled her safe in the space between his legs and kissed his scruffy chin, “You always do so much for me, daddy.” It surprised her when he playfully rolled his eyes, “But doll, you’re so small and delicate, you can’t do all of these things on your own.” Pursing her lips to suppress the giggle was useless since his fingers tickled her sides once more, “And that’s where I come in, yes? To take care of you to the best of my ability!”

“Yes, daddy! I love you and love how you care for me,” As if to show her appreciation, she kissed his lips sweetly. Once they pulled away from the kiss, Zemo smiled and his eyes lit up as he remembered, “That reminds me, love, there was something I wanted to give you.” With an arm wrapped around her frame tightly, he felt for his pocket and fished out the velvet jewelry box that miraculously fit in his dress pants. Sitting straight up in shock, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and hope, “What is this, daddy?” Grabbing both her hands, placing it above the jewelry box before seriously looking her in the eye, “It’s not an engagement ring, love,” Part of her was slightly disappointed at the revelation — for she was a hundred percent sure that he was someone she wanted to spend her whole life with — but her curiosity increased with what was inside the box, “Well, not yet, at least,” She failed to hide the huge smile on her face at that reassurance. “What is it then, daddy? Please! I want to know!” Chuckling at her eagerness, he then decided to reveal, “This is more of a promise necklace,” He opened the box to reveal a pendant with one side of it having the Zemo family crest and the other side having her initials on it, “A reminder that you will always be a part of me, my family.” Her eyes were glossy with tears of happiness and smiled sincerely, “I love it so much, daddy.” Helmut then placed it around her neck, kissing her shoulders after doing so, “Can you promise not to take it off?” Nodding her head vigorously, she promised, “I promise to never take it off, daddy!” She leaned down and looked at the necklace babbling silently, “This has to be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever given to me, Hel.” Cuddling her in his chest, nuzzling his chin atop her head, “The most beautiful woman in the world deserves only the finest things, love. So, what would you like to do tomorrow?”

needy little

“What is it, love?” Zemo asked without stopping his eyes from reading the Machiavelli book; he felt her silently creep inside his library, sitting herself on his lap. Not answering him right away, she trailed her fingers along his arms, “Nothing, daddy,” She said in a sing-song tone before brushing the few strands of his hair that had fallen in front of his forehead, “Just wanted to be with you.” eyes still heavily glued to the words on the pages, he lifted an eyebrow, “If I didn’t know you so well I’d say you were telling a lie to me, doll.” Shyly, she gently closed his book which caused him to silently scoff, “I miss you, daddy. Want to spend time with you,” She pouted, in hopes that she could get away with closing his book and interrupting his quiet time, before laying her head down on his chest. Chuckling at her needy state, Zemo then rubbed her back with one hand while the other lifted her hand, kissing the back of her palm, “I suppose I have been neglecting my love, no?” She whined out loud and nodded her head against his chest, she looked up at him with a grin, “You have a rough idea on what you want us to do, don’t you?” Briefly kissing his lips she pulled away before saying, “Can we please go out for a boat ride?” He looked out the window and noticed that unlike yesterday, the sun was out, “Please? It’s not too windy out so it won’t be too hard for us when we row.” Snickering at her before tickling her sides he countered, “We row? Love, you and I both know that it will be I who will be doing all the rowing.” Lifting her head up from his chest, she pouted while absent-mindedly toying with their fingers, “So we won’t go rowing then?” A squeal left her lips when she was suddenly being lifted up by his strong arms while he peppered kisses on her neck, “Who said we wouldn’t go out for rowing? What my doll wants to do, we do.”

when you’re insecure

“Where are you, doll?” Zemo’s voice echoed down the atypically quiet halls of their home. Opening the door of their shared bedroom, the baron was surprised to see her figure slumped down on the floor, her back turned away from him, seemingly crying silently. “Love, are you crying by yourself?” His question startled her, making her look at him with damp cheeks and bloodshot eyes, “Oh Hel, I didn’t know you were here.” She furiously wiped her eyes as if it would rid the evidence that she had been sobbing in their bedroom. “You didn’t know I would be here? In my own home?” He chuckled dryly, before coming behind her, cuddling her in his chest before kissing her forehead. “What made my little doll cry?” Pursing her lips she debated whether to tell him; instead, she tried to redirect him by kissing his lips sweetly and briefly, “Would you want some ice cream, daddy? I can put on some chocolate syrup!” “We’re going to have ice cream after my baby tells me what made her cry,” His hands settled against her stomach and gently caressed the skin there. Sighing out loud, she closed her eyes and admitted, “I can’t be like your wife.” His head tilted to the side in shock and curiosity, “What? What even made you think of that, doll?” Her fingers grabbed the photo album she found underneath their bed, she flicked through some of the pages before settling on a particular picture of Zemo with his wife in his lap who in turn had their then one year old son in her lap. Their pearly whites were evident as they all sported wide smiles as they celebrated their son’s first birthday; pointing at the smile her boyfriend sported before sadly murmuring, “I can’t make you smile that big.” He was offended on her behalf for she failed to realize how happy she really made him; she made him the happiest he never thought he could be. “Do you really fail to notice how much you make me happy?” His question had her looking at him blankly, “For a while I thought I could never be as happy as I once was when my family was around.” She was about to agree with that but he cut her off, “But you shocked me, love. You make me happy, the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you and love what you make me feel.” A small smile etched on her lips, his words coupled with the sincerity in his eyes made it known to her that she really did have that positive effect on him. “I didn’t know that, daddy.” Kissing her lips sweetly once more he then told her, “Never doubt yourself, sweetie. It pains me more than you can imagine.” She lifted the ends of his lips with her fingers and sweetly reassured him, “I’ll try my best to make you happy then, daddy!”

jealous daddy

“Hi Bucky! Hi Sam!” She skipped towards them happily, placing a chaste kiss on their cheeks, laughing when Bucky lifted her in his arms then twirled her around. “Hey doll, it’s been a while since we saw you!” Sam said as she led him in towards the pool area of their backyard. “Well you both had the mission, right?” She slumped down on one of the lounge chairs and placed her sunglasses to shield her from the rays of the sun before Bucky smirked, “Don’t blame it on us, doll. We both know it’s Zemo who’s not letting you come spend time with us.” Hearing his name being mentioned in a negative light, he strutted over to where they were and placed the tray of liquor with a frown before sitting beside his doll. “Talking shit about me with my girlfriend hm? Is this your way of snatching her up from right under my nose?” Leaning down against his chest, he could feel the vibrations of her giggle, “Don’t be silly, daddy! They could never steal me from you.” Though the reassurance soothed himself, the grin both Avengers sported made him feel otherwise, “Well I bet I could treat her better anyway,”  Sam cockily stated, throwing in a wink in her direction while Bucky crossed his arms, the veins even more prominent as he spoke huskily, “Bet I could show you a real good time, sweetheart.” Appalled at their blatant disrespect of their relationship, Zemo leaned down to suck a mark on her neck, causing her to gasp out loud in pleasure — temporarily forgetting that they were in the presence of someone else. Satisfied with the now bruising skin, Zemo shot them a dark glare, “Consider this your final warning and reminder — do not flirt with her. Neither of you can really hold a candle against me.” Seemingly unfazed, the two nodded and shrugged before removing their shirts and going for a dip in the pool. As if a switch turned off, the baron looked at her with all the love and admiration he had for her before saying, “Care to join me in the hot tub, doll?”

dark!daddy

“Come sit on my lap, doll,” After two taps in his lap, she obediently skipped towards him, happily planting herself on his lap. Kissing his bearded cheek while her hands soothingly rubbed his shoulder, “How was your mission, daddy?” Being left alone for two weeks made her not only ache and miss her lover, but also bored her to death since so much of her daily activities and  hobbies revolved heavily around her boyfriend. However, the baron knew exactly what she had been up to in his absence. “My mission was successful, angel. But I did spend a fair amount of time thinking about you, my love.”  Her face brightened up with a smile, feeling touched that despite his busy schedule she was still at the top of his head — unfortunately though, it wasn’t for the positive reasons she assumed. “What about me, daddy?” “I was thinking about how naughty my sweetheart is,” His threatening words would not be as intimidating to some given the calm done in which he delivered such, but she knew him better — and this was a telltale sign that he was beyond pissed. “Naughty? I wasn’t naughty when you were gone, daddy!” She was quick to defend herself in a pout, crossing her arms that were already aching to feel his touch and warmth again. “This is your last chance to come clean to me, doll.” His words just confused her even further so she just shook her head, firm in her belief that she was not what he claimed her to be. “If you’re not the naughty girl, then who used one of my classic cars to drive away and go for a little spa trip and shopping spree hm?” Biting her lip, she looked away from his beautiful, bronze eyes, finding the velvet walls far more interesting before realizing, “How did you know I was gone?” Smirking, he lifted the pendant he gifted her that was dangling from her soft breasts, “Such a dumb little baby you are hm? Did you think I gave you this just because I thought it would look elegant on you?” Her pout deepened, refusing to admit she was confused but he knew that she did not catch his drift. “I put a GPS device on your pendant, doll.” She gasped out loud and was about to angrily hit him when he caught her raised fist and told her, “Not only that, but all my cars have tracking devices. And you failed to realize that the credit card you used for your purchases is our shared one. That’s how I knew what my naughty baby was up to.” Lowering her hand she apologized to him while peppering his face in kisses, “I’m sorry, daddy. I promise I won’t do it ever again.” Not buying her angelic act, he questioned, “What’s rule number five, little girl?” In a heartbeat she answered, “Do not leave the mansion when daddy is out of town for a mission. Should I need something, Oeznik can always get it for me,” Hoping that her remembrance of the rule would appease him, but just to be sure that she won’t be receiving punishment she batted her eyelashes while saying, “I’m sorry about that, daddy. I promise I won’t break your rules anymore.” Smirking, he bent her right over his lap, lifting the skirt of her dress before landing a firm swat on her ass, “Nice try, doll, now I’m really going to make sure you’re sorry.”

[quietmyfearswith]

kinktober day 4 — innocence kink

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

masterlist | kinktober masterlist

“Oy! What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[quietmyfearswith]

dream come true ; niki lauda x fem!reader x helmut zemo

status — completed oneshot

warnings — SMUT SO MINORS GO AWAY, unprotected penetrative sex, oral sex (m receiving), cursing, choking, double penetration, degradation, name calling, dangerous driving

word count — 3,962 words

pairing — niki lauda x fem!reader x helmut zemo

a/n —is it obvious that i had just watched rush and my mind was like what if zemo was one of those major sponsors/brand owners or some shit of f1 racing and niki was one of his drivers and they both wanted the reader who happens to be one of their pit crew members and so this fic was born lmao,, feedback is appreciated!

THIS IS A MODERN DAY AU OKAY??

also the ones in italics are in sokovian, i just didnt want to translate it into something lmao

masterlist

“There’s my ratty driver!” Came Zemo’s cheerful greeting as he spotted the familiar mop of dirty blond curls in the garage; turning around upon hearing that accented voice, Niki angrily huffed out loud and rolled his eyes, “No wonder the clouds suddenly littered around the sky, the Sokovian bastard finally arrived.”

Smirking, Zemo then shrugged off his coat and placed it against one of the less greasy chairs and grabbed himself a bottle of beer. “Well this Sokovian bastard happens to employ you and fund your races, so tone down your attitude.”

From the eyes of an outsider, it may look like they were both rivals who were talking shit about each other, but really the two just got along well enough to the point they were comfortable at insulting each other without fully crossing the line.

“How is the car?” Zemo inquired after he gulped down half the beer bottle — the flight and drive to the headquarters made him more thirstier than he had anticipated. Lauda then calls Y/N, “Come here with the plans.”

Obediently, she stood up from her knees where she was helping and instructing the workers to install the exhaust system. Selecting a picture of the car once all the upgrades were put in place she then stood in between the two men, holding out the tablet for them to see, “We’re three-forths done — we’ve already put in the magnesium parts, the bargeboards we put in weigh less now, the fuel tank and the hydraulics are readapted versions of the previous models.”

It was unsettling at first how both of their hot breaths were reaching her neck as they were zooming in on the photo, eyeing the design carefully. “What’s left to do then?” Niki rolled his eyes as he put his hands on his hips as he answered on behalf of their team’s head design engineer, “How is it not obvious? Based on the uncolored portion in the diagram it’s obvious that the front wing, throttle damper, and the brake master cylinder are the ones left unaccomplished!”

She had to bite her lip to prevent her from bursting into a fit of giggles. Zemo, however, looked at Niki with an equally pissed look as he defended himself, “What if my first thought went to the parts and their cost — if they were overpriced than what’s estimated?”

“Oh we didn’t go over budget,” She was quick to defend as she hugged the tablet to her chest, turning to the big boss whom she had only met twice prior to his surprise visit today, “All parts came in early and the excess funds were immediately returned.”

Admiring her defense and how adorable she was when she was clarifying no larceny that occurred, “Oh, darling, money is not an issue,” He stroked her cheek reassuringly, “And to be honest, I don’t mind if you took it and spoiled yourself with the finest things.”

Niki wasn’t sure why it bothered him that Zemo was flirting with his favorite crew member; surprising all three of them, the world champion pulled Y/N away from him by latching his hand into her hip and pulling her close to him until her back hit the front of his chest, “Well, schatzi, values honesty more than vanity — one of her admirable traits.”

Clueless with what was going on, she then decided to excuse herself, “I’m going to help them install the finishing touches of the front wing.” Niki was displeased but he didn’t show it as for the first time in his friendship with the main financier of his team as he turned to him with irritation, “How ‘bout we talk in the office hm?”

Zemo didn’t give the Austrian driver a chance to answer as he made his way into the small office and shut the blinds. “What the fuck do you want, Helmut?” Niki slammed the door behind him as he tossed the cap he was wearing into the couch, crossing his arms as he watched the man finish the bottle of beer he was nursing.

“Where’s the attitude coming from, Lauda?”

“I’m not just in the best mood — something to do with your arrival, actually,” Smirking at his response, the supposedly insulted man tilted his head and questioned, “Does this have to do something with the engineer?”

He was met with silence and that did nothing but confirm his suspicions, “Seems like you have a crush for one of your pit crew members huh?”

“No, I don’t,” Came the driver’s gruff scoff. “No? Then maybe I will go ask her out on a date after her shift ends,” After disposing of the bottle in the trash, the Baron then made a move to exit the room; but a few feet from the door, Niki stood in front of him — effectively blocking him from leaving the room.

“The hell you will do so.”

“If you two are not an item, then you shouldn’t have an issue with us going out together.” Niki was clenching his knuckles to prevent himself from attacking one of his only close friends, “Listen to me closely; I don’t care if you fund my racing and my team, she is off limits, alright?”

“So you do have a crush on her,” Zemo teased as his finger scratched the racer’s chin, to which his hand was quickly swatted away, “Fuck off! So what if I do?”

Zemo sat down on the couch with his legs spread out wide, “What’s stopping you from making a move on her then?”

The driver then leaned by the desk and shrugged as he struggled to come up with a valid, coherent reason, “For someone who doesn’t think first before spitting out whatever vile shit comes out of your mouth, you seem to have a difficult time thinking of a reason or even just a way of asking her out.”

“Maybe because I’m not used to saying something nice?” NIki chimed in and Zemo pursed his lips in agreement.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door which paused their impending conversation, “Come in,” NIki said. When the door opened, it revealed Y/N who looked apprehensive to come in, “We’re done with the front wing and some of the babies are getting cranky because it’s almost dinnertime and want to go home already.”

The two men broke out of their serious trance and chuckled at her little joke against her pit crew, “Well you can give them the day off now, they have more than earned it.” She nodded and was about to shut the door to deliver them the news until Zemo followed up, “After you tell them, come back here okay?”

Her mouth hung open in shock, but she didn’t care to question it as she nodded and hurried to pass the instructions along. Once the door was shut, Niki screamed at his friend, “What the fuck are you thinking? Why did you make her come back?”

“It’s time you tell her about your affections, Niki.”

“I’ll do it when I feel like doing so; don’t rush me!” He countered nervously as he could hear her footsteps approaching the office. “When will that be? In 5 years once you’ve retired from racing?”

Opening the door once again, she feared she was intruding on something important, “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t knock.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” Zemo ripped his attention away from the F1 driver and to the beautiful woman, “Why don’t you take a seat right here with me, hm?” Even though it sounded like a question, Y/N knew the powerful man wouldn’t take no for an answer. She smiled at Niki as she made her way to the couch — for a piece of furniture that’s been in a car garage, it was surprisingly clean and didn’t have the automotive smell in it. Just as she was about to sit on the soft cushion, Zemo grabbed both of her hands and helped her  sit down on his lap.

Despite her surprise she felt herself comfortable in his lap, “Are you comfortable, love?” She nodded shyly, looking down as she nervously fiddled with her fingers; one of Zemo’s fingers lifted her chin up so he could look her eye to eye. “I’m going to be asking you a few questions, and I expect you to answer them honestly. Can you do that?”

Wordlessly, she nodded as she bit her lip. The hand that wasn’t under her chin gently swatted her thigh, “Use your words, love.” The smack wasn’t rough or hard, but it was enough for her to comply, “I can do that, sir.”

Unsure where the title came from she hoped that she didn’t offend him in any way, “Sir is nice, but I prefer Baron, okay?” His fingers were now tracing the shape of her lips before asking, “Do you like working for us?”

“Of course,” It was a no-brainer for her, “I love being able to design cars and helping in putting it all together. That, and the pay is too good, you know?” She said the joke in hopes of lightening up the mood, for she felt that there was this thick tension in the air that she couldn’t point out the reason for.

“Well I am more than glad to hear that. For some reason I thought that all this travel matched with the long hours would make you dislike the job,” She was distracted from his statement as his left hand was rubbing her thigh so good she had to prevent herself from whimpering, “If anything we don’t travel much. There’s nothing I hate more than coming home back to my lousy apartment instead of to all the fancy hotels we get to stay in.”

“You don’t find it difficult to travel? Not even when you're stuck with the same faces you see everyday?” Niki had a slight inkling about where this was going — and if he was being honest with himself he was unsure if he liked where it was going.

She shook her head firmly, “I don’t mind. I love getting to work with talented people who share the same passion as I do, Baron.” Zemo found it adorable how she was answering — it reminded him of a nervous applicant who wants to please the interviewer; the only difference was she was being genuine and not completely sucking it up to them. Well, not yet at least.

“Even the rat over there?” The baron tilted his head to the driver who looked pissed with how he was being embarrassed in front of someone he fancies, “You know how arrogant and blunt he can be, yes?”

Niki was about to defend himself but was genuinely surprised when she stepped forward and did it for him, “He’s not a rat, nor is he arrogant and blunt. Niki just knows what he wants and how to get it. Sure, his type of leadership might be unconventional,” She looked at the driver, nervous that her words were offending him; but he wasn’t, instead they flattered him, “But he just knows how to get us to work.”

A smirk settled on the Baron’s lips as he asked her, “Do you think of Niki?” The question was vague and left her puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t push it, Zemo. Stop toying with her already,” Niki spoke up and was worried that they both had overstepped her boundaries. “Why? Would you rather toy with her alone?”

Picking up the sexual implications of it, she moved in his lap in hesitation; sensing this, Zemo rubbed both her thighs to calm her down as he focused on her again, “Let me rephrase the question, do you ever think of Niki as your lover?”

Her eyes shifted between the two men, “I’m not sure if I should answer,” She stuttered out nervously. “So you do think of me fucking you?” Zemo smirked when Niki asked the question, “There’s that trademark bluntness of yours, Lauda.”

“I’m sorry, I think I should leave,” She was about to stand up but was held down once again with Zemo’s arms by her hips, “Oh you won’t, not when things are just getting exciting,” He pressed his lips against the side of her neck, “Now, why don’t you go more in depth and share with us what exactly it is about Lauda you’ve been fantasizing huh?”

With a shaky sigh she then watched Niki as he was walking towards her and knelt in front of her, placing a kiss on both her knees before saying, “You heard the baron, schatzi, tell us about your fantasy about me.”

Nodding, she then spoke up, “I think of you kissing me,” Her breath hitched when Niki parted her legs and pushed Zemo’s hands out of her thighs so he could land firm kisses on the insides of her thighs, “Right here on your thighs?”

She shook her head as she whimpered when Zemo sucked on her sweet spot, leaving his mark as he took in her alluring scent, “Not there, in my cu-cunt.” Both men smirked at how straightforward she was being. Niki then hastily unbuttoned her pants, along with her panties,  while Zemo lifted her shirt up and was pleasantly surprised to see that she chose to forego a bra.

Feeling the smooth hands of Zemo flicking and pinching her nipples added to the pleasure she was feeling while Niki’s rough ones were rubbing her clit just as his tongue was licking her pretty lips. “Is this how you always imagined it, schatzi?”

She was so out of breath with pleasure that she couldn’t answer them; annoyed with how she didn’t follow his instruction, Zemo slapped both her tits before hissing out, “Answer the question, darling. Or we stop all of this right now.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want it at all,” Niki taunted as he pulled his mouth and fingers away from her sweet pussy. “No, no, I do!” She whimpered, holding onto his hands as she begged, “I want it so bad. I want you, been dreaming about it.”

Delighted with her response Zemo then turned her head to the side to face him, “Who would have thought you could be such a needy little thing for us hm?” He bit her lip before kissing her passionately.

Niki took this opportunity to shove his tongue inside her pussy as his thumb rubbed her clit in tune with his tongue’s movement, “Such a delicious little thing you are. I don’t think I can ever go without tasting you at least once a day.” A sick rush of pride washed over her, but she could only moan out when Zemo twisted around so he could suck one of her nipples into his mouth, the other nipple being twisted and pulled on with his one hand.

“More, please. I want more,” Her whimpers sounded like music to them; they both pulled their mouths away from her skin and looked at each other with smug smiles, “What do you think, Lauda? Do you think we should give her our cocks?”

A faux pout was on the driver’s lips as he condescendingly asked her, “Does our little schatzi need our cocks inside her tight holes?” With newfound confidence she found herself rubbing one hand on Zemo’s crotch while the other grabbed at the shirt of Niki and forced him to kiss her, “I fucking need you. Want you to fuck me so good I’ll only remember your name.”

The baron took the liberty of undressing his pants and stroking his cock, eliciting a surprised gasp from Y/N, “How about you let me fuck your pretty pussy while you have a taste of gold?” Eagerly nodding, she then busied herself in sliding off the jeans Niki wore while she let the baron gently sliding his cock in her pussy, “Darling, fuck! You’re so tight,” And by the time he hissed out the last word, he was fully sheathed inside her.

It was difficult for her to moan out with her mouth preoccupied with sucking on Niki’s dick; the racer’s fingers rubbed her cheek that had been hollowed out and threw his head back in pleasure, “Such an obedient little thing you are, huh? Just really want to please us well.” To prove his point, she flattened her tongue in the underside of his cock before twirling around the tip just as she took him deeper in her throat.

Meanwhile, Zemo had his hands on her hips as he was helping her ride him up and down in a slow yet piercing pace, “Your juices are drenching my cock, love, you want me so bad, don’t you?”

A gargled yes was all she could let out as she peered her eyes up and met Niki’s, loving the way his orbs stared at her, mesmerized as she sucked the life out of him. “Would you allow it if I fucked you in the ass, schatzi?”

With a long lick on the entirety of his length, she did not break eye contact with the Austrian as she nodded and fondled his balls, “I’ve always fantasized about you fucking me in the ass, Niki.”

“He’ll fuck you in the ass while I stay inside this sweet pussy,” Zemo spoke to remind the both of them that he was very much present, “Does that sound like a dream come true for you, darling?”

Deciding that her actions would provide them both more clearly her desire for the both of them as she turned around to face Zemo, both her hands spreading her ass speaking with desire, “Want your cum and your cock please, Niki?”

Not needing to have been told twice, Niki then slid his tip in her gaping ass as he nibbled on her shoulder as he rasped out, “How can I fuck you hard when you’re clamping down on me?” Despite the tough resistance of her walls, Niki surged right into her as if he found a slight gap to overtake the driver in front of him.

“Fuck, she got even more tighter!” Zemo moaned out as he threw his head back in pleasure while his grip on her hips loosened up. Thankfully, Y/N didn’t mind how full she felt, instead the overwhelming need for pleasure was more important as she grabbed ahold of the baron’s shoulders and slowly but roughly lifted herself up and down their cocks.

“You both feel so good, want you both so bad,” Her back hit Niki’s wide chest and bit her lip in pleasure as she admired the way his curls bounced along as he rammed his cock in and out of her tight ass. “Is this everything you wanted, schatzi?” His Austrian accent was thicker due to his desire, “You’re gonna be my little cock sleeve from now.”

“There’s nothing I want more,” She was surprised she was able to get more than three words out as her brain was currently being reduced into a recorder in order to capture the moment of her life wherein she was receiving the most pleasure ever.

“And believe us when we say you will feel and receive nothing but pleasure,” Zemo reaffirmed as he sucked on a nipple as he bunched a handful of her ass as he felt the tip of his cock repeatedly poked the sweet, spongy spot inside her.

Niki’s right hand lowered from her stomach and down her clit, rubbing it hard and fast which promptly led her to moan out loud and begged them, “Please cum in me. I want your cum in me.”

Smirking, Niki wrapped his hand around her neck,  gripping it firmly as he kissed her forehead, “You prioritize our pleasure more than ours hm? That’s a good slut.” To further prove his point, he then rails his cock harder and faster in her ass and it didn’t take long for him spill his seed inside her with a loud grunt against her sweaty forehead as he planted loving kisses which contradicted the way he had been mercilessly fucking her.

Zemo wasn’t far behind as shortly after Niki spilled inside her ass, the baron was shooting rope after rope of his cum in her pussy’s warm walls, “Darling, you have been such a dream. Now cum for us.”

She was more than happy to oblige with his order and sighed out loud when she relaxed her body and came, her upper body falling into Zemo, her head resting on his shoulder. A whimper left her  when she felt Niki slid his cock out of her ass and took the spot beside Zemo; she turned her head around to look at him with pleading eyes. Going unnoticed by the driver, he poked fun at her about it, “Why the pout, schatzi? Need my cock to fill you right up again?”

Bashfully — which was a huge contradtiction from how whiny and desperate she had been earlier — she nodded against Zemo’s chest as her back was getting soft back rubs from the baron. “Well we can promise you that this won’t be the last time you’ll have our cocks, okay?”

Y/N nodded as she reached for one of Niki’s hands, intertwining their hands and smiling, “Will this negatively affect my job in any way?”

They both found it adorable how her mind went into work once her pleasure-filled haze was slowly disappearing. “You’re the best design engineer that I’ve ever worked with,” Niki revealed after pressing a soft kiss on the back of her palm, “That, plus your incredible body and skills in sex, are more than enough reasons for you not to get fired or anything.”

“And since you’re mine now as well, no one can touch you,” Zemo reassured her as his hand tilted her chin up and kissed her lips sweetly.  Swayed by their words, she then nodded and allowed herself to hum in pleasure, “I think I can get used to that.”

Both men chuckled at that and smiled, “I think we should fix ourselves so that we can leave. Perhaps we can go out for dinner; surely you worked up an appetite haven’t you, schatzi?”

She nodded and they all then worked to redress themselves and fix their appearances when Zemo decided to take a jab at Niki, “I noticed that even during sex, you finsh first — which is undesirable to say the least,” Y/N chuckled as her hand was taken by Zemo as they both left the office while the racer locked the office behind them.

“I’ll have you know I had months of built up frustration which led to my early release,” After locking up the office he then swiftly swooped Y/N away as he grabbed her ass tightly and walked faster than the baron, “You try fucking a fine ass like hers and try not to cum promptly.”

Zemo just shook his head and laughed, “Well I think we need to have to test that theory some time, yes?” Niki looked smug as he opened the driver’s door of his car and nodded, “I bet you’ll cum first before both of us do.”

“Don’t fight,” She suddenly spoke up and loved the way they both looked at her closely, “Let’s just enjoy dinner first, oaky?”

They both agreed and just as she was about to head to the passenger door, Niki pulled her onto him, “You’re sitting on my lap as we drive, schatzi. The baron will be occupying that front passenger seat.”

As she complied with his order and they began to drive to the restaurant, Y/N could not help but feel lucky to have been whisked away by two different, yet equally passionate, men. Just to let them know, she placed a firm kiss on both their cheeks and smiled brightly.

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tied to you ; deliveryman!august walker x fem!reader

status — completed oneshot

word count —3,953  words

summary — in which august walker delivers grocery and somehow that delivers him straight to the love of his life

warnings —curse words, mentions of stalking, mentions of mean people, fluff??? 

pairing — august walker x fem!reader

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“Fuck’s sake why am I doing this?” August groaned out as he walked down the aisle of the dry foods section of the grocery; Benji who was filling up the cart as he checked off all the grocery list of the customer answered his rhetorical question, “Well this is what you get for going against your father’s wish of accepting the CIA position that was being offered to you.”

He hit the back of his coworker’s neck as he pushed the cart as he followed him to the dairy section of the grocery, “I didn’t mean that, idiot! I meant why am I helping you out do these groceries when my job is to deliver them.”

Enjoying the sight of a whiny hulk of man groan about how he didn’t fancy picking out salted butter. “Well what’s the difference with picking out the items to you delivering them?” Glaring at the shorter man, he grabbed the carton of eggs that was indicated on the list. “For starters, I won’t have to deal with these sticky products.”

“Lucky for you we’re done with all those four orders,” Benji marked the orders as complete on the tablet as he pushed the cart towards the delivery area. August sighed out in relief, thankful that he didn’t have to deal with the sticky product labels — preferring to deliver the goods once they were wrapped in paper bags.

As he was loading up his delivery vehicle, August was softly humming as slid one of the last few crates in the back of the van. “‘Tis the last of them, Benji?” He shut the back of the van and received a nod from his closest friend from work. “And after that you’re free to go after delivering all of these.”

Pumping his fist slightly, he eagerly made his way to the driver’s seat and sighed out loud, “Last hour, Walker,” He lightly tapped the steering wheel as he glared at the road ahead of him, “One more hour and you’re done for the day.”

Turning on the radio, he hummed along to the familiar song that he once heard back in his years of highschool. The first household he had delivered to was a decent enough household — the mother was polite though her kids were a bit of jokesters who crowded their parent for Oreos yet were disappointed to find none; luckily however their other mother arrived with their desired snacks.

An elderly man was the second customer whom he delivered too; he was kind enough to give him some of the crocheted beanies he’s been making as a way to pass time. It was a pleasant combination of the colors blue, grey, and white — reminding him of his favorite winter jacket that his father had gifted him back then. Even though the sun was shining bright while the wind danced gently as it prodded his thick skin, he put the beanie on just as he was bidding adieu to the elder — it wasn’t just for show, but it also served as a wonderful reminder of the times he spent with his father.

As he knocked on the third door of the house he was supposed to deliver to, he was taken aback when a lousy man nearly spitted on his face as he clunkily greeted him. Another thing that rubbed him of the wrong way was how he brashfully dismissed him and quickly escorted him out of his house once he brought all of his groceries in himself.

“Last one for the day, Walker,” He chanted as he parked in front of the last house he was supposed to deliver to. After setting the car in park, he looked around to take in the surroundings as he drew his eyebrows together with slightly pursed lips, “Never been around this part of the neighborhood before.”

Hopping off the van, he headed to the back of the van and grabbed two of the paper bags and headed to the front door. His pointed elbow expertly rang the doorbell and stood still as he waited for the customer to open it. Truthfully, August wasn’t sure who or what was he expecting to greet him — but it certainly wasn’t a beautiful woman who was dressed with a pair of sweats and an oversized sweater.

“Oh! My groceries,” She smiled as she took the bags out of his grip and placed them by the floor near her coat hanger; after doing so she looked up at him so gently and sincerely that it helped snap him out of his dazed state, “There’s three more bags in the van; hold on and let me go get them all.”

“Don’t be silly, let me come and help you!” As he was heading to the parked car, she trailed behind him and tried to initiate a conversation, “So sorry about having so many groceries by the way. I just moved here and well, may have bought one too many items; but I just wanted to make sure I had a full stock for things.”

Once they both were faced with the remaining grocery bags, August handed her the one that weighed the least — relishing on how soft her skin was as they briefly grazed against each other — and carried the two that were leaning on the heavier side. “Don’t apologize for that, ‘m just doing my job and making sure your groceries get to you safely.”

“Does that involve you handing me the lighter bag?” She scrunched up her nose to him — and he thought that it was the most adorable expression he has ever seen on any living thing — and he shook his head and let out a soft laugh, “No it’s not that, just don’t a pretty woman like you stressing and lifting these kind of items.”

“So is that where you come in? You come in to save me and act as my knight in shining armor?” Y/N cut him off as she guided him to the dining room, she pointed to the table after she placed the bags down, “You can set those down over there.”

He nodded as he mimicked her actions, “Well I’m not sure that’s how I want to be known by you; how about I start off being known as your friend?” Surprised with how he responded, he covered him up his surprise with a boyish smile, “I can deal with that, I am bound to meet new people anyway,” She held out her hand and offered her name to him and took his soft hand in his rougher one, “I’m August, and welcome to the neighbourhood.”

Once their hands unclasped, Y/N then cleared her throat as she smiled at him, “Can I offer you a drink? Being out and about must have tired you out.” Her concern over his well-being was touching but her statement had him bulging his eyes as he remembered how technically he still was working, “Oh shit I need to get back so Luther can take the van out for his shift!”

She giggled at his panicked state and led him out the door, “It was very nice meeting you, August.” He looked at her with gloomy eyes as he apologized, “I’m sorry to cut our conversation short; but I promise to stick around longer next time.”

“Guess that means I’m gonna have to order something again next week huh?” Was her cheeky reply to him as she waved him off one final time.

“Benji! We can see the customer’s name once they place in an order, right?”

Pausing his movements halfway through his drinking of the hot chocolate he prepared, Benji suspiciously raised an eyebrow at his coworker, “Yeah we do; why’d you ask? You gonna stalk one of our customers?” His genuine concern of what his friend’s intentions were masked behind a nervous chuckle; but he was astonished to see faint traces of a blush appear on his cheek.

“Nothing like that, you moron!” August was quick to defend himself as he grabbed the tablet that was on the break table and scrolled through the application of the grocery store they were working for — each grocer had been assigned a certain amount of customers and from there they will be fulfilling their orders . His eyes lit up when he saw her name included in the list who ordered; he looked up at the top right of the screen, “Break’s over, Benj, let’s get back to work.”

As Benji threw the cup he drank on earlier in the trash as he craned his neck at his friend, “Why are you heading over to the aisles? Luther came in today and he’ll help me out with the grocery picking.”

“Let Luther pair up with Etahn, then we both can go together,” Came August’s reply as he carried the tablet on his way out of the break room. Holding a hand in his broad chest to stop him from coming out as Benji looked at him suspiciously, “What is up with you? Last week you were bitching about how you hated picking up peppers and now you're as giddy as Jack and Jill before they fell down after getting their water.”

Huffing out loud at his friend who wouldn’t budge and accept his mumbling response; with a sigh, August then had no choice but to vaguely share his encounter with a customer, “I met a girl the previous week as I was delivering groceries, and I saw her name in the list,” He gestured with his hands to try and divert the attention from his blundering state, “Just wanna make sure her groceries are filled up correctly.”

Rarely seeing his friend smile and be all giddy, he decided to tease him as they both carried on with their duty of picking out the products, “Look at the big bad wolf becoming such a softie for his crush huh? Who knew a girl was all it takes to get you to smile!”

Despite shooting daggers in Benji’s back as he picked up a bag of spinach, he was internally agreeing with what he said. After picking up everything that was on the list for their customers, August decided to pick up a bunch of fresh flowers for Y/N — he paid for it of course, it would be a dick move on his part if he were to charge it on her for it would thus spoil his surprise.

Similar to the last time, he decided to deliver to Y/N’s house last — in hopes that would grant him more time to bond with her. As he carried two bags while he rang her doorbell, he nervously shifted his weight between the heels and toes of his feet; but his nervousness eased away once the door opened to reveal her smiling face, “Fancy seeing you here, stranger.”

A wink accompanied her greeting as she removed her arm from the doorway, “These all the bags for today?” She immediately took the two bags that her arms were on his bulging ones; he held up a finger, “There’s one more! Can I bring it inside?”

She nodded as she tilted her head towards the kitchen, “I’ll leave the door open and you can head inside okay?” Nodding to her, he skipped over to the van to grab the last bag containing her groceries while the other hand carried the bouquet of sunflowers he picked out for her. Idiot, what if she’s allergic to flowers? He scolded himself as he entered through her front door.

As he entered inside her home once again, seeing her move around her kitchen as she began to organize her produce in their proper cupboards when he nervously declared his arrival, “Hey, here’s the last batch of your orders,” He slid the the bags on the dining table then held out the arrangement of the flowers to her surprised face, “And these are for you, lovely.”

Grabbing it from him, she smiled at him as she teased him, “Does this come with an extra charge?” Laughing at her antics, he tickled her sides and shook his head, “No mam! This one’s on the house.”

“Well thank you so much! Sunflowers are a beautiful symbol for hope,” Placing the flowers by the sink, she grabbed for the vase her next door neighbour gifted her with when she first moved in, “Any particular reason why you gave me flowers? Hope I didn’t miss the memo for any important event.”

Something about seeing her place the flowers delicately in the vase and fill it up with water filled his chest with joy; once again she shook his head, “No particular reason, just felt like giving a pretty girl something pretty too.”

“What a flirt you are!” She lightly hit his arm after placing the vase in the center of her table, “By the way, can I get you something to drink or eat?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m good,” August assured her as he began helping her unpack the items she had ordered; unfortunately for him, the bag he was emptying was filled with hygiene and feminine products she ordered. Noticing what products he was left with, she quickly shoved the vegetable on the fridge as she came to him and removed the items from his hold, “Oh no no, don’t worry about those. I can clean those up.”

Opening his mouth to retort, he was about to assure that it wasn’t in any means awkward for him but she was already walking away with that bag and placing it in her bathroom, “Is this standard procedure by the way? Delivery drivers come into houses to help keep the groceries?”

“No it isn’t actually,” He shouted out so she could hear him even if they weren’t in the same area, “I only do so for the customers I wish to get to know you better.”

Coming back from the bathroom she then squinted her eyes at him as she crossed her arms while leaning against the doorframe, “And what am I? The fifth customer you’ve been intrigued with?” Walking to her with a smirk as he bopped her nose, “Luckily for me, you’re the first and I’m hoping you’ll be the last one too.”

Feeling her heart speed up at what he said paired with the sincere look he had on his face. Wanting to test the waters with how comfortable she was around him, “May I?” A hand gently hovered near her cheek; when granted the consent through a gentle nod, his palm lifted her chin gently as his thumb gently smoothed over the skin of her cheek lovingly. Smiling at each other, they silently took in each other’s beautiful features. As they were inching closer, their lips almost touching, until they were interrupted by the ringing of August’s phone.

Biting his lip as he groaned out and fished his phone out from his pocket as he muttered a quick apology to her as he checked the screen of his device, “I’m sorry about this, lovely. I have to go back to the grocery — they need me back there.”

Despite being disappointed with how he had to leave, she understandingly nodded and smiled at him, “Maybe next time try reaching out to me outside of your working hours?”

“I will, I promise,” He kissed her cheek and winked at her one last time before waving goodbye to her, “See you soon, lovely.”

She didn’t place an order for the following week — at first he thought that perhaps she did order, but not during his shift or perhaps while he was having his day off — but according to Benji who had access to seeing the entire history of orders, she didn’t place an order.

“Maybe she got sick of your face,” Benji teased as he placed the bag of spinach on the cart that the larger man was pushing down the aisle. “Way to help my self-confidence, Benji,” He grunted out as he got the bag of tomatoes that his coworker pointed out that was needed by their customer.

“I’m just worried that maybe something bad happened to her?” The thought had him worried and his friend didn’t read the memo that maybe he needed an uplifting message and not to contribute to his downward spiral of worry, “Well it’s not like there’s anything you can do about it right, Walker?”

He was almost gonna shove him off when Benji held up his hands and clarified what he meant, “You know her address, so what’s stopping you from dropping by her place to check if she’s doing well?” That made him pause for a bit, that thought never crossed his mind — but now that his coworker brought it up, he feared that it might come off as rude and stalker-ish.

“Wouldn’t she think of me as a creep just for knocking on her door?” His hands were starting to feel clammy as he pushed the grocery cart and began to list out the different ways his suggestion could go wrong; but all his friend could really have to say with a shrug was, “Guess there’s only way to find that out then, right?”

Standing in front of her front door, he was now cursing out at himself for following Benji’s advice. Wedged between his right underarm were the stems of the another bouquet of sunflowers he picked out for her while his left arm carried a paper bag-filled of chocolates, chips, and some cookies. If he recalled correctly, the items he briefly got to unpack for her were filled of feminine products that were useful for one had their period.

After ringing the doorbell, the door opened a few seconds to reveal Y/N who had messy hair and a tank top and a pair of sweatshorts, “Oh, August! Hi, how are you?” At the end of her greeting, her face wrinkled up in pain as she clutched her stomach, “I’m doing fine but I take it you’re not doing well?”

She nodded and frowned, “I’m sorry but it’s just been a rough few days; I don’t think now is a good time to have guests, I really am sorry.” Having a guest — despite the current one she has was someone whom she wanted to get to know better — while she was going through shark week might turn out for the worse due to her hormones and mood swings getting in the way of her interacting with them.

“Not to sound creepy or anything,” He said but thought that that’s how must come off as he continued, “But I figured that you might be going through something since I got a quick glimpse of your groceries the last time you ordered, so I hoped to bring you comfort with some flowers,” He handed her the fresh bouquet with a nervous grin, “And some comfort food,” He gestured to the paper bag and handed it over to her.

When she took the bag from him, she snuck a peek to see that it contained her favorite snacks and smiled warmly at him, “August, this is so adorable, thank you! Would you want to come in?” Stepping aside when he nodded yes, he smiled at her and closed the door behind him. “Wanna help me pig out everything you’ve given me?”

Following her to the couch, he laughed as they both sat down; opening the package of her favorite chocolate, she then turned to him, “Wait, are you working right now?”

“Nope,” He popped the sound of the letter p as he shrugged off his jacket and placed it on top of the arm of the couch, “I decided to drop by your place, and this time not during my shift, and see if you wanted some company?”

“Oh? And what would happen if I said no to you?” She grinned at him as she took another bite of the chocolate bar, “Then I’d be extremely disappointed but understand why — some of us just need space.”

Though understanding was practically the bare minimum, she had to give it to him for not being a dick. “You’re something else you know?” She said after swallowing down the tasty chocolate, “Charming and just the right kind of mysterious, I like it.”

“To be honest, I was hoping you would be soon liking me.”

Smiling wide at his admission, she then trailed her fingers along her hand, “And incredibly straightforward too; see you are just full of surprises huh?” They both laughed and he felt himself let loose and enjoyed how they both were bonding.

“It might be the wrong time, but maybe I can take you out on a date sometime?” That question could make or break it for what their relationship would entail, but he decided to stand by it.

“Instead of going out sometime, how ‘bout we have one right now?” She suggested, “You already brought some snacks, we can order in and watch some movies or shows too if you’d like?”

Unfortunately for him he could feel his cheeks redden, “And aren’t you a bold one too? And yes, I would love that idea.”

They then ordered food through a delivery app and decided to start an action movie; and wanting for some sort of comfort, she then moved to lean on August’s arm not before asking, “May I?” Nodding, he then draped an arm over her shoulders which allowed her to lay the side of her head across his chest.

Feeling the heat radiating off of him somehow reduced the discomfort she was feeling whereas August loved the feel of her skin against his, “I’m sorry this is how our first date goes,” She spoke suddenly when she looked up to him and smiled, “Hopefully you’ll warrant me worthy enough for a second one?”

Chuckling to himself, he shook his head, “You have no idea just how whipped I am for you huh?” Bopping his nose with her finger, he then answered her, “I think that maybe you can guarantee one by, I don’t know,” He shrugs his shoulders as he pretends to think for a few seconds, “Perhaps a kiss? Only if you’re fine with it though.”

“That simple?” Came her immediate response as she moved to sit on his lap, with her hands rubbing his stumbled cheeks. Leaning over to him, she smiled as she connected her lips with his; his hands pulled her closer to his body by dragging her by the hips. Their opened mouths became the venue for their intermingling tongues. Hands were clawing and feeling out every inch of them that they could reach.

Biting his bottom lip, she broke away from the intense kiss with a smirk, “Will that give me a second date with you, August?” The way she batted her eyelashes at him sweetly contradicted the way she sultrily said it and made him chuckle as he winked, “Even without the kiss, I was gonna give you another shot anyway.”

The doorbell once again rang and Y/N stood up and told her she was gonna go get the food; when she walked back to the living area with their food in hand, she handed August his order while she began eating hers, “We kinda did the whole thing backwards huh?” The grocery store worker then tilted his head to the side as he was curious with what she meant which prompted her to explain, “We made out first before having dinner and watching a movie!”

“Maybe so,” He said after swallowing down a portion of his meal, “But I’m not complaining since all of these led me to being with you.”