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[sub-danny]

Hey there, I was wondering if you could potentially write a fic of Niki x James but with y/n recording them? And maybe something like James fucking Niki in Niki's garage, maybe with a few different positions like on Niki's car for example. If you could that would be amazing. Thank you so much!

Back door entrance to the Garage

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: mxm reader smut, anal fingering, hand job, anal sex

THIS IS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: I know it has been ages since I've written on here, but after chatting about launt on the classic f1 discord I knew I had to write a fic for them and found this great prompt in my requests, so thank you anon!

James's soft lips brushed over Niki's sweat-dripped neck. His skin was searing hot to the touch. James almost flinched back. It was messy. It was passionate. It was everything he wanted and more. His hands pawed at Niki's suit, tugging at the red material. He dug his fingers into it and tugged as harsh as he could. He ran his hands down Niki's back, stopping at his hips to grasp his handles, feeling the soft flesh that always drove him wild. Holding him tightly, he could rub his obvious erection against Niki's smooth ass.

"Stop being an idiot and hurry it up." Niki huffed, turning his head to the side to give James a hard stare.

This only made James laugh, bringing his large hand down on Niki's ass to squeeze it. Niki let out a soft yelp and jumped on the spot he stood on.

"Not everything is a race, ratty."

"Fuck off."

You smiled at their antics. You watched as James bent Niki over a table in the Ferrari's garage. His hands roamed around Niki's body, feeling his ass, hips, and belly. You never thought Niki would have agreed to the idea of having a threesome with you and James, you always thought he was a private guy and wouldn't want to have shared you, but it seems your little rat had a fondness for the playboy himself and was more than willing to explore it.

This new scenario was new to the three of you. Before you had always been involved in the activities, letting James or Niki fuck you, or even you fucking one of them, but for the first time, it was just going to be James and Niki while you used your cam recorder to capture the situation. You intended to burn the video on a VHS for all three of you to watch again after this evening.

You walked around to the front of the work table to look Niki in the eyes. Raising your hand, you cupped his face, running your thumb along his cheek as he melted into your hand. His ice-blue eyes looked into yours, and you could feel the surge of warmth from the first time you saw him fill you again.

"Are you sure you are okay with this, Niki?"

"Of course, y/n," he murmured as he gazed at your warmly, his lips curling up into a smile.

"This little rat will be just fine," James butts in, his teeth shining as he smiles at Niki.

"It would help if he wasn't a complete dick."

"It's what you love about me, Niki," James replies, and as Niki open's his lips to give another resort, James grasps Niki's crotch. He scrunched Nikitightly, and a moan was pulled from Niki's lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

You smirked, stepping back and flipping on the cam recorder. The red light blinks as James pulls at the top of Niki's suit and drags it down his body, slowly exposing Niki's soft back and boxers. When he reaches Niki's ankles, he lets it go, letting the material restrict his feet. James places his hand on Niki's back and ensures Niki is pressed onto the table.

Niki's hands scratch the table beside his face, bracing himself as he feels James' warm fingers hook under his boxers. James quickly yanks the white boxers down and exposes Niki's soft ass to you. James's firm hands grasped Niki's cheeks and needled them with his warm palms. You zoomed in on Niki's ass, recording it as it slowly became red under James's touch.

After a few minutes, James pulled the cheeks apart to admire Niki's puckered asshole. You could tell Niki was tensed from how he flinched and how tight his asshole appeared on the cam recorder.

Niki groaned, pushing the side of his face against the table as he tried to de-tense, knowing what was to come. You could see on the recorder how he breathed in a few deep breaths to aid himself. Meanwhile, James reached for the bottle of lube he had stored in a drawer of Niki's garage earlier. Hopefully, none of Niki's team had looked through that draw. James snapped the lid open. The sound of the lid opening seemed to echo through the garage. You watched as James poured a fair amount of lube onto two of his fingers, and then he positioned it above Niki's ass and dribbled some onto Niki. Niki gasped as he felt the cold lube fall onto such a sensitive part of his body. He could feel it seep into his cracks, some of it slipping past his rim and down to his balls. James pressed one of his fingers against Niki's rim, wasting none of the lube. He gently applied more and more pressure to Niki's rim until, finally, the rim granted the tip of his finger entrance.

James applied more pressure and watched as his finger slipped up to the knuckle. Niki groaned as he felt James's finger slide into him. Niki pushed back against James's finger to get it further inside him. James pulled his finger in and out a few times, curling it to find the spot inside of Niki that he knew would have his rat squeaking.

He twisted his finger and pressed against the warm walls of Niki's inside, and finally, Niki let out a yelp of surprise as James found his prostate. James chuckled, rubbing his finger along that little nub inside of Niki while his other hand held Niki down on the table.

You watched as Niki's eyes fluttered, his mouth opening to let out a series of moans. As James continued to dip his finger into Niki's ass, pouring more lube onto his rim to aid his finger, Niki's hips buckled, pushing James's hands into his channel further.

As you focused on this with the cam recorder, you noticed how Niki's cock hanging under the table lifted in arousal and hardened due to James's touch.

"Someone's enjoying himself," you tease, zooming in momentarily on Niki's cock. When you zoomed out, you captured the way Niki's face flushed as you brought his cock to attention.

"Is that so?" James practically purred in his heavily posh English accent.

James brought his spare hand down to Niki's cock and entrapped it in his palm. Slowly he pumped it, helping Niki get harder from the sensation. As pre-cum beaded at the slit of Niki's cock, James ran his fingers over his foreskin and pulled it back to rub the pre-cum down Niki's shaft. He rubbed the firm flesh, enjoying the feeling of Niki's cock throbbing in his hand as he continued to tease it. At the sudden addition of pleasure, not only from his ass but also from his cock, Niki whined, closing his eyes and pressing the side of his head into the table. He couldn't close his mouth now, panting like a dog and showing off the top of his teeth.

James pulled his finger out abruptly and laughed at the moan Niki made from suddenly finding himself empty.

"I didn't know the rat was such a whore." he chuckled, lightly slapping Niki's ass to make him hiss.

"I'm not!" Niki argued, raising his head, but when James pushed two fingers into Niki, stretching his rim, Niki fell back onto the table, moaning. Niki let out a groan of pain as James pushed his fingers further, testing the stretch of Niki's rim. Soon a blush appeared on the bridge of Niki's nose. His groans of pain quickly changed to cries of pleasure.

James continued to curl his fingers into Niki's prostate while thrusting them in and out of Niki's warm hole. He dragged them apart within Niki's ass, watching how the rim muscles strained and clutched onto his fingers. He started working Niki's cock harder with his hand, tugging it in time with his thrusts into Niki. His fingers squeezed it lightly. You could see more pre-cum leak from Niki's tip, spilling onto the floor.

As James dared to push a third finger into Niki, forming a triangle shape with his fingers, Niki lifted his head and let out a loud cry and shouted,

"Scheiße!"

His legs were trembling as James was pushing his fingers into Niki and pumping his cock with more force. As his legs twitched, both you and James knew that was his tale tell sign that he was close to cumming. He was on the edge of losing it, and only a few more minutes of James's expertise with his fingers, and he would crash down in his orgasm. Niki's fingers dug into the table he laid on, and he buckled his hips a few more times as he chanted, 'Scheiße'.

Just when you thought James was about to let him cum, James stepped away from Niki, pulling his fingers out and leaving Niki's cock untouched.

Niki shouted out, "Asshole," in anguish.

He turned around to glare at James with his ice-cool eyes while his chest heaved against the table.

Both you and James chuckled, making Niki glare at both of you as he huffed. Niki moved his hips against the table's edge to create friction on his poor cock, which had now softened.

James strutted towards Niki and patted Niki's ass, giving it a squeeze to hear Niki squeak.

"Such a lovely ass. No wonder you can feel everything wrong with the car, rat."

James trailed his finger along the smooth flesh and then down to the puckering rim again, feeling how the muscle contracted at the slightest touch. Feeling James circle Niki's rim with his finger made Niki whimper and moan.

"And so sensitive," James continues to tease.

"Get on with it, asshole," Niki growled.

"Not patient, though," you added as you watched James slowly undo his belt and pull his brown jeans down. Niki, however, couldn't see. James was undoubtedly larger than most you had seen in length and thickness. You knew it was one of the main reasons women were so infatuated with him. In previous times when you, Niki and James had fooled around, it had always been a struggle to get James in at first, but the pleasure after always made up for the pain at the beginning.

You kept an eye on Niki's face as James pressed the soft tip of his uncut cock against Niki's prepared rim. It shined with the lube James had pushed into him. Niki's eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly as he felt the hard cock press against his rim. His body tensed, muscles tightening as James pushed.

You moved the cam recorder away from Niki's face to get a good angle of James entering Niki. The rim muscle stretched around the thicker part of James's tip and allowed him to sink in a few inches. As it started reaching the broader part of James's cock, the strain hit Niki, and you could see him struggling to stretch around James.

You both heard Niki's whine as he felt himself being stretched beyond the limit. His fingers dug into the table again, and he shut his eyes. His breathing was heavy as he tried to relax as much as possible to let James in.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," James whispered to Niki as he draped himself over Niki's body and placed gentle kisses on his shoulder and back. He used his fingers to massage the stressed rim and help it loosen further.

James could push in a bit more, and he was now halfway into Niki.

Niki felt James slip in further and how his hard cock rubbed against his prostate, sending the feeling of pleasure through Niki's body. Niki couldn't help panting and letting the moans escape his lips at every thrust of James's hips. His rim strained further as it was pulled larger than he thought was possible, and the worry crossed his mind for a moment that he might bleed. He certainly felt the burn of James entering him. His walls were pried wide and pressed tightly against James's invading cock. The heat of James inside of him was overwhelming.

James let out a few grunts as he thrust his hips to fit the last bit of him inside. Finally, with a pop, his hips and balls reached Niki's ass, and he was entirely inside of Niki. Niki let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, as James stayed still for a second to let him get used to it.

Niki finally opened his eyes, smiling at the feeling of James filling him whole. His ass felt stretched and slightly torn from taking James in, but he felt like purring from how the pain melted into pleasure that buzzed in his brain.

"James," he whispered. "Get on with it."

James chuckled in his ear, which made Niki shiver in arousal. Listening to Niki for once, however, James pulled himself up off of Niki's back and grasped ahold of his hips that were bent over the edge of the table. His fingers dug into the soft skin, and slowly he pulled himself out of Niki, till just the tip was left in, and then he slammed forward again into Niki.

Niki let out a yelp of surprise, not expecting James to push in so quickly, but he got little time to register it before James thrust into him again. Niki groaned, feeling how James pushed his channel open again with each movement.

"Fuck, James!" he yelped after a brutal thrust into him.

You moved around with the cam recorder, capturing the way James's cock pushed into that wet hole, sinking in and out. It fluttered around him, still getting used to the stretch and strain of James being inside.

You moved to capture Niki's face. His cheeks burned red, and his mouth hung open as another moan was torn from his lips.

You could hear him whispering to himself in Austrian before he bit down on his bottom lip to stop all the embarrassing noises leaving his lips. Smiling at him, you step forward and gently caress his sharp jawline with your hand, letting his head rest in your palm. He opened his eyes at the contact and gave you a gentle smile. James chooses at that moment to push into Niki further, hitting Niki's prostate with accuracy. Niki's head shot out of your hand as he cried, the pleasure overwhelming.

You pulled back, watching Niki's body moving in time with James, meeting his thrusts with his ass. All you could hear was the squelching noise as James pushed into Niki's ass each time, but it wasn't nearly as loud as Niki.

Feeling a few tears fall down his cheeks, Niki pushed his face into the table, hiding as James continued to pound into him. His hips were twisting in James's grip, and you could see the amount of pre-cum dripping from Niki's tip as James continued to seek his prostate with each thrust. His cock was twitching in anticipation, the vein pumping with need as it showed through the skin.

Niki let out a few more muffled wails, and James let go of his hip with one hand to lace his fingers into Niki's soft, curled hair. He was gentle for a second, just holding the hair within his grasp, but then he yanked it back, pulling Niki's face up and off the table.

Unable to hide, you caught on camera Niki's face with tear lines down his cheeks as he gasped from the overwhelming pleasure. He was as red as a tomato, and his moans seemed to bounce off the garage walls. From how hard James was pulling on his hair, his top half was lifted, putting a strain on his throat as he let out a few gurgles.

James gave a few more quick thrusts into Niki, pushing his body forward with each one. Then he let go of Niki's hip with his other hand and brought it down to Niki's cock, where he started stroking him again. Instantly Niki buckled as James used the pre-cum to lube up Niki's shaft and help him glide his hand over Niki's cock. James rubbed Niki in just the way that he knew would get Niki to tremble.

"James! Fuck James, I'm going to-I'm, shit-" Niki got out through his gasps.

You watched as Niki's eyes practically rolled into his head, his whole body shuddered, his balls drew up tight, and the cum pumped out of him in streams and went all over the floor. His hips thrust forward and backwards, fucking James's cock into him further as James used his hand to milk Niki of all the cum he had.

After a minute, no more cum spurted out of his tip as James moved his hand. He let go of Niki's cock and his hair, letting Niki's top half fall back onto the table. Niki's breath hitched with every thrust James pushed in him, still moving inside of him while the pain and pleasure of overstimulation wracked through Niki. And all Niki could do was lie there, his face looking towards the camera as he moaned, too fucked to move on his own.

Slowly, James pulled himself out of Niki. Carefully, James wrapped his arms around Niki and pulled him off the table. Niki's mind was foggy, and he could do nothing about James picking him up. Carrying Niki bridal style in his arms, he took him over to where a table chair was. You had conveniently put it there earlier. James sat down on the chair and pulled Niki onto his lap, facing him.

You followed them with the cam recorder and zoomed in on the way James's hands wrapped around Niki's ass. Niki's ass was already grazed from the contact James's hips had made on his ass earlier. Niki's arms were now wrapped around James's neck, his legs around James, and the back of the seat. Their chests were pressed together, heaving in sync. James's lips found the dip of Niki's neck, and he buried his face there, pressing kisses on Niki's skin that had a sweaty shine. James could feel Niki's pulse and how rapidly it was beating through his skin.

As the muscles in James's arms tensed, pushing out against his skin, he lifted Niki up by the grip on his ass and dragged Niki down on his cock, impaling him.

Niki's back arched as he let out a silent scream, his fingers pulling at James's thick blonde hair in desperation as he was filled so quickly again. James groaned at the feeling of Niki tugging at his hair and his cock being surrounded by Niki's hot, tight body.

Making sure his grip was secure on Niki's ass, James lifted Niki up and down on his cock while he covered all of Niki's neck and Adam's apple in wet kisses. You could now clearly see in this position Niki's ass as he bounced up and down on James's cock, watching how it pushed into Niki.

Focusing on the recorder, you captured how James's cock quickly disappeared into Niki's ass and then back out again.

"How long can you last, James?" Niki groaned, letting out a little yelp as James bites lightly on his neck to leave a hickey.

"Hours," is all James has to reply, snapping his hips up into Niki to hear him cry out in pleasure.

Niki had barely recovered from his last orgasm, feeling the lingering pleasure of it floating in his mind. But now, in the new position, he was placed in, he could feel James reaching further into him than before, touching parts that hadn't been touched and carving a new paths open. All he could do was hold James's hair, keen as James's cock rubbed against his prostate and made the pleasure of the overstimulation run up his veins and into his head, tingling his brain.

James continued to lift Niki up and down on his cock for a few minutes, controlling his movements and pace. But James grew bored with that position. He tightened his grip on Niki's ass, his fingers squeezing the soft tissue tightly and holding Niki in place; he rocked his hips into Niki.

Unlike before, when James was careful with his pace to not hurt Niki after stretching him, James was thrusting as fast as he could. The slapping sound was loud, but it was accompanied by both the sounds of Niki's moans and gasps and James's grunts as he placed another hickey on Niki's delicate skin.

Niki would have to wear turtle necks for the next few weeks to avoid questions from the press and his fellow f1 drivers.

As Niki's body was pushed up and down by James pounding into him, Niki finally looked down at James, who had moved away from his neck. He untangled his hands from James's sweaty hair and instead used it to cup James's jaw and pull him into a passion-driven kiss.

You captured the tender moment between them on the cam recorder. How they delved into each other's mouths. You could hear the muffled moans as their tongues rolled together, dancing within each other's mouths. They pulled back a few times just to breathe in some air before their lips were on each other again.

Lost in the kiss's pleasure, James had slowed down his pace of pushing into Niki. It frustrated Niki, whose overstimulation was fading. Niki's chest rubbed against James, teasing his nipples and riding James's cock. You watched as Niki tensed, bringing himself up and down on James's cock.

Finally pulling away from Niki's lips, James moaned, his eyelids fluttering until he snapped back into focus again. In a moment, he lifted Niki off his cock again and, holding him, carried Niki over to his f1 car in the garage and laid Niki over the top.

Niki groaned, feeling his back pressed against the cold material of his car. There wasn't much surface of the car for him to be pressed against, and the slanted part of the car meant his ass was resting on the tails while his body was raised upwards on the front.

He had no idea how he would explain to his mechanics the next day how his car was damaged.

He groaned again when he felt James drape his body over him and pressed a kiss to Niki's lips to silence him. James's hands found their way to Niki's legs, and he got Niki to wrap his legs around James's hips and ass, pushing James towards him. With a grunt, James buried himself in Niki for the third time. With how much James had fucked into him, Niki's rim was looser.

Now that Niki had gotten over his first orgasm and the overstimulation had faded, the blissfulness and pleasure of James thrusting into him and hitting his prostate all over again filled him.

"F-fuck James, Clay was right," Niki groaned, his voice strangled. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back against the car he was being thrust against.

James, leaning up to swipe the sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes and grinned at Niki and asked,

"What did Clay say?"

Blushing, Niki looked away and muttered under his breath,

"That you are an immortal fuck."

James chuckled at Niki's reaction and at Clay's apparent words. He glanced back at you and at the camera to wink.

"I didn't know you discussed how good I am with your teammate. But I'm glad what's being said is accurate."

"Shut up," Niki groaned, his back arching as James pushed into him further at his words.

Niki's fingers were digging into the car, sweat all over the paint job. There was squeaking from the car as they moved together, and as James picked up his pace, his balls slapped on Niki. You watched as Niki's legs tensed around James, squeezing him tighter, and his legs trembled.

James hissed through his teeth, letting go of Niki's hips to grasp his hair and pull Niki into a kiss again as he rutted into Niki as fast as he could now, not holding back. He could feel Niki's ass sucking him in, begging him for more, and how could he resist? Niki moaned into the kiss, his hips moving in time with James and baring down on him to get James as far into him as possible.

James's other hand left Niki's hip and stroked Niki's rigid cock, resting against his chest and slowly dripping pre-cum onto his soft belly. Niki shivered from the sensations, whining as the pleasure tightened a knot in his stomach. James worked his hand harder, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Niki to tease him and gather some of the pre-cum to guide his hand.

Whining, Niki arched his back again, and with one final loud moan, he came over his chest; his rim tightened around James. It fluttered and milked James's cock as he pushed into him again.

Niki's eyes glazed over as he lost himself in bliss while James continued to thrust into him. He could feel his warm cum slowly fall off his tummy, dripping onto the Ferrari car below. He knew he would have to clean it later if he could, but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment.

James let out his own groan and swore under his breath, and finally, grabbing Niki's hips again, he pulled Niki as close to him as possible and slammed his hips, releasing into Niki.

His hips jutted a few times, in time with the cum that shot out of him and coated Niki's insides, while Niki moaned from the feeling of being filled by James.

With the cam recorder, you walked over to them, capturing both faces. You pushed it down, zooming in on how deeply James was buried inside Niki. Slowly James pulled out, and you watched as a trail of cum leaked from Niki's stretched ass.

Finally, after a moment, Niki opened his eyes and, at seeing you, beckoned you over. You shut off the cam recorder, knowing later you would burn it on a VHS tape to give to James and to keep for you and Niki to watch, but for now, Niki wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you in for a deep kiss.

"Thank you for recording this." He whispered, smiling at you lovingly.

"Thank you, thank both of you, for being such desirable things to tape."

Niki blushed, and James grinned at you.

"Next time you're joining in with us again, y/n."

You smirk at James.

"You can count on it."

The three of you held onto each other's hands and smiled. The relationship between you all may be unconventional to people, but it worked for you three, and that's what mattered.

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[cazimagines]

Hellfire

Synopsis: Father Daniel has some quite strong words to say about abnormal sex but when it comes down to you can he really listen to his own preaching or will his own devil let him fall into that irresistible temptation.

Word count: 4.6k

Author’s note: Welp here it is. This is based on a imagine post I put up on my side account, @sub-danny. The preach that Daniel gives at the beginning I actually took from a sermons website and the whole of it was... well I think the fact I am now using it for a pegging fic is fitting. This is very unholy so if you are strongly religious I might advise against reading this but you do you. See all of you guys in hell!

Warnings: f!reader, sub!priest Daniel, pegging, handjob, unholy use of holy water, religious kink, father kink???

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“Please hear me right, there is nothing wrong with sexual desire; it is a God-given gift – but when a person fulfils that desire in a forbidden, abnormal way – then it is wrong. Sexual encounters based on lust invariably lead to all sorts of problems. In this biblical example, it leads to David breaking the 6th, 7th, 9th and 10th commandment. This was a big problem at the time, unfortunately in our society, today sexually motivated lust is viewed as less of a problem, in fact in certain quarters it is practically encouraged.”

Father Daniel stood in front of the rows of seated people all captured by his compelling words, at least compelling to them, due to their narrow mindset towards lust. Before him was his stand which held his notes and bible that he continuously looked down to refer to. Even occasionally picking the bible up, holding it up for people to signify the importance of it. He wore his typical cassock which was just that little bit too short on him, at least in your opinion. The black material clung to him too tightly as if on purpose to show off the slight build up in his arms, the end of it hovering just around his ankles which picked up when he started to walk around the nave. He himself was still quite young, in his early 30’s and yet he had a very young-looking face. He had grown a slight stubble around his face and top lip which suited him. His hair was of average length brunette, the same colour of his warm eyes that looked over everyone. He held a polite smile as he addressed the crowd, but his words didn’t hold the same tone.

He stood at the top of a few steps and was able to look down upon them as he preached. To the right-hand side of him was the basin of holy water and to his left were the confession booths. Behind him was one of the most beautiful murals of Jesus you had ever seen. Made out of coloured glass, there were three sections of the window. On the far left was a picture of nativity, the middle and largest section which arched at the top was Jesus himself, looking down upon everyone in the church, yet his hand was raised to his face as if he was weeping. On the far right, the window displayed Jesus upon the cross, the last few breaths of his life fading away.

Your eyes fixed upon the window but were slowly drawn back to Father Daniel as he continued conducting mass. His arms were now raised, moving with every word he said, expressing everything he said with an incredible amount of emotional intensity.

However, as he preached about the sin of lust, and of abnormal sex, his eyes came and lingered on yours for just a few seconds before swiftly darting away to glance over to the rest of the crowd but the message was clear, the damage was done. It made a smirk come onto your face.

Sunday. You always come in on a Sunday. Was it a coincidence he decided today to conduct a mass on lust or was it perhaps more down to how the last conversation in his office went down? As you flexed your hand as if you could still feel the stickiness upon it.

“Firstly, and this is mainly to do with the lust of a sexual nature - we need to watch what we watch. Turn with me back to the Sermon on the Mount and Matthew 5:29-30. Is Jesus really suggesting we mutilate ourselves? If we take this passage in a literal sense we miss the point because believe me even people who are blind still lust. No, what Jesus is driving at here is dealing drastically with the thing that causes us to sin. Download the accountability software to your PC’s – don’t dwell on the attractive man or lady in the street – overt your eyes.”

As he speaks once again his eyes flicker back to linger upon yours. You meet him with passion, not willing to blink and lose this eye contact. With a slight hitch of his voice, his eyes leave yours again, his hands now going to grasp his stand which he held onto tightly with all the strength he had. He was preaching so much about how lust was sin, how abnormal sex was bad, and for a moment you worried that maybe bringing your bag was a bad idea. Your eyes flicker down to the black carrier bag which pressed to your side, and you could see the outline of the phallic toy pressed in it. The excitement sparked within you though and any guilt that might have amassed quickly vanished as soon as it came.

“Let me finish with a word of hope if you find yourself in the position of giving in to your lusts or snared in a pattern of behaviour that you know is unhelpful. There is a way back, and David who gave in to his sexual lusts with Bathsheba demonstrates it.”

Coming to the end of his mass, Father Daniel finally asks everyone to pray. All around you people close their eyes, raising their hands to press their palms together. Father Daniel joins them, starting to say out loud, “Our father, who art in heaven”

You close your eyes, to fit in. But your mind is not even mildly interested in praying away any sins you might have earned. Perhaps a few months ago you would have, but with the new arrival of Father Daniel to your church, after Father Ted had to leave, things had taken a drastic turn. Your mind focuses back on Father Daniel as you listen to the sweet melody of his voice. His voice was one of the first things that had attracted you to him, that and the irresistible body he had. His voice reminded you of the sound of rain on a wood cabin, giving you a feeling of warmth and comfort. You suppose that was what Priests are supposed to be like, a source of comfort. Yet it was more of that. As you listened to him speak your mind trailed back to the little gasps he would make as you brought him to the edge of his climax, the way his cheeks would flush bright red when his hips twitched involuntarily. It made you wonder how many times Daniel prayed to God after your encounters, begging for forgiveness. After a particularly intense session with him, you knew he felt tremendous guilt for betraying his religion, though that never seemed to stop him from going for a second time. A part of you wondered if today’s sermon was more for his own mind rather than anyone else.

You weren’t sure how he would react with what you had brought today, if he would be giving in to his slut nature again or if this might be too far for him. It was certainly new for him. You had squeezed his ass before in bypassing, seeing the way he would jolt, how his face would swiftly snap towards you, giving you a scandalised look though his cheeks lit up and a slight smile would twitch on his lips, but you had never touched him down there before. He might freak out at the thought, especially with what he was saying earlier. But you wanted to try. You knew deep down no matter how much he might preach, he would always be a whore for lust.

After five minutes of praying, people started to stand up and leave as the mass came to an end. You opened your eyes to watch how Daniel left his position to walk to the confession booth and stepped in, waiting to see if anyone had anything to confess.

An old lady Bess quickly went into the other cubical and a man waited outside of his turn. You continued to stay seated waiting for your chance to sneak into the booth when everyone else had taken their leave. You collected your bag, looking through all the toys you had brought and decided what you want to test out on him today.

After about ten minutes the man finally left the booth and you quickly opened the door and slipped into the booth. Though you couldn’t see him, knowing he was sitting in there, so close to you and yet not knowing it was you who was sitting there just yet, the thought of that thrilled you.

“What would you like to confess today?” his voice rings out from the other side.

“I’ve been having some sinful thoughts Father.”

You could hear his breath hitch within the confessional. He knew your voice almost better than he knew his own voice now, and as soon as you had spoken he knew who was on the side. With what you said he also knew the nature of what you were referring to. He couldn’t acknowledge it was you, however, for confessionals are meant to be anonymous, and to acknowledge you would be breaking one of his sacred values.

“Well, I hope today’s mass might have provided some guidance for you,” his voice gradually says, though it is a lot less louder than before.

“I’ll confess. Father, you’re words added to some of the sinful thoughts I’ve been having.”

“We can talk through a section in the bible I believe might help you with these thoughts-”

“Perhaps I can tell them to you, Father, and then you can offer guidance on what to do next.”

The tension in the air was thick and with every passing second, it felt like hours. You knew how his mind would be rushing with thoughts, his little Devil and angel debating on what he should say. Should he listen to you? Should he give in to the temptation of you? From the previous times you two have been in his office, they hadn’t been so holy and he knew what angle you were trying to go for by suggesting this, yet nevertheless the temptation of the Devil, well, even a Priest would find it so hard to resist.

“If it would help you to tell me…”

He didn’t need to say anymore, he has given into the trap you have woven for him.

“They are about you Father. I have lustful thoughts about you. I imagine you beneath me, calling out my name between your little pants and groans. I imagine defiling you within church, in front of Jesus.”

You could hear the way his breath had picked up and you knew how much your words were clearly affecting him.

“Most of all, I want to have your ass thrusted up before me and I want to be pummeling into it with my toy. I want to see you lose it by being full up, from being thrusted into. I want to see how your pretty asshole takes me in so nicely. I want to see you come apart on my toy.”

“Y/n I really don’t think this is appropriate-” he managed to stagger his words out of his shaking voice.

“Did you just say my name?”

He hadn’t even realised he’d used your name when clearly his rule was to not let it be known if he knew who was in the confessional booth. Inwardly he cursed at himself for his negligence to his duty though there was one significant reason to why he had not been paying too much attention to his words but he was desperately trying to ignore it.

“I offer my sincerest apologies, as you know it is my policy to keep confessions anonymous.”

He paused to hear what you would say back, but you didn’t give him a reply. Instead, he heard movement in the other confessional, a door opening and then suddenly the door of the booth he was in was pulled open, showering him in light. From where he was sitting he was forced to look up at you standing over him.

“My, my, what do we have here Father?”

He gulped, seeing how your eyes instantly trailed down to the fact that the crotch area had a prominent crease within the cassock. Daniel’s eyes briefly glanced down to it as well. He could feel himself becoming aroused at your words before, but actually seeing his shame was a whole other humiliation for him.

“Y/n, this isn’t, this isn’t right. We need to leave this as it is, not to tempt the devil.”

“Did you say that last time? Right before I had you cumming just from my hand?”

He swallows, remembering all too well the feeling of being brought to breaking point by your hand. You had worked wonders on him and he knew no amount of praying would ever be able to get the memory of the pleasure out of his mind but he was trying his best to withhold temptation again though seemingly failing miserably.

“Y/n, please we musn’t…”

He quickly clamped his jaw shut when he felt the way your fingers suddenly grasped the side of his face, slowly moving along his jawline. Your hand came to hold his chin, roughly forcing it up to stare you in the eye, and with a slight flicker you placed your thumb upon his lips, without even having to press down too hard, he let you push your thumb into his mouth.

He let out a muffled moan as he allowed your thumb to push into his mouth and gently he sucked it, feeling his insides flutter at the sensation.

When you pulled your thumb back out of his mouth, his chest heaved from the need to breathe and with a weak voice he whimpered out one last little protest,

“Y/n.”

Yet when you leaned down, your lips hovering over his, barely touching, he eagerly gave in to the desire to feel your lips upon his, to have them moving against him capturing all sorts of noises from his throat.

Without really thinking about it he was letting your hand slip around his waist, coxing him to stand up. As you backed up he eagerly followed your lips not wanting to lose the sensation. His eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself within the kiss and therefore he didn’t know where you were moving him to until your lips finally pulled away from his.

With your hand still wrapped around his waist, you place your other hand on his shoulder and slowly push him down and then turned him around, shoving him down further until you were able to position him to lie face down upon the stairs at the front of the church.

“Now you be a good boy, Father and stay there.”

His eyes watched you as you quickly hurried back to the confessional and leant in. Goosebumps rose up on his skin and he felt a shiver go through him as he saw you bring out a bag and he knew exactly what was inside.

“Get on your hands and knees for me Father.”

He hesitated for a second, just for a second but he gave into your commands and pulled himself up, placing his knees and the palms of his hands upon the cold stone stairs. His legs were shaking from his nerves due to never doing something like this before. He didn’t know what he should be expecting plus he knew he should be outright refusing to have any involvement in this especially after what he was preaching not only an hour before and yet the thought on you on top of him, within him, excited him to no end.

He waited patiently, unable to see you as you stood behind him but he could hear the way your steps echoed as you walked across the floor, pacing back and forth behind him.

“I didn’t bring any lube, but I did bring a bottle, I’ve just need to fill it with some water. I think this will do.”

Daniel dared to glance over his shoulder and saw you standing beside the basin of holy water. Your eyes caught his and a smirk came onto your face as you scooped some of the holy water into your bottle. He had blessed that water only this morning and now it was going to be used for one of the most unholy things he could imagine.

You disappeared from his field of vision again and he was left to try and guess what you were doing next. Your footsteps came nearer him again but then they ceased and he didn’t hear any sound of movement making dread slowly fill him up as he waited in anticipation.

When he felt his cassock suddenly being yanked over his hips, resting up against his waist exposing his legs and boxers underneath he let out a surprised yelp.

“I always find it odd that Priests wear boxers under such old clothing, it’s like a sense of realism.”

“You are one to speak of realism with what you are about to do with me,” he snaps back, the words spilling out of his mouth without even thinking of them.

“My, my Father, where has this come from? This isn’t the polite well-mannered man I usually know.”

His breath shudders as he lowers his head in defeat at your words, guilt creeping up in them.

“I apologise y/n I-”

He didn’t get any other words in before his voice was cut off with a yelp escaping his throat as you smacked him harshly on the ass. His whole body jolted forward from the sudden contact and he had to bite down on his lip to prevent any other sounds from coming out.

“Don’t apologise, father, I like it.”

Your fingers trailed up to his boxers, looping around the material and with a quick tug you pulled them down to his knees, exposing his ass for you. Feeling the fresh air on him made his skin break out into shivers and his heart rate increase as the reality of the situation, of what was about to happen to him came into play. Your cold hands clasped down upon his cheeks and slowly spread them apart, exposing his entrance to you. He hung his head down, embarrassed that you were seeing a whole new side to him no one else had ever seen before.

“There’s no need to be shy Father, you look so pretty. That little hole is puckering and just begging to be entered.”

“Please,” he finally managed to croak out, finding his voice again. He didn’t want to wait and be teased, he wanted this now, and he wanted it hard.

“Patience is a virtue Father, you need to be prepared first.”

Without any more warning, his back suddenly arched as he felt cold water spill over his ass, trailing all down his crack and onto his ballsack and without thinking he said the first thing that came into mind.

“Shit!”

“Such a dirty mouth Father, you should be punished for it.”

Your left hand went to grasp his hip to hold him steady and with the other hand, you pressed your index finger into his hole, prising it open. A whimper left his throat as his body tensed up feeling how your finger pushed into him as far as it could. The inside of him was so warm it was almost as if he was burning your finger as you kept it buried within him. Slowly you pulled your finger out most of the way before pressing it back into him again which caused him to groan.

You started with a slow pace at first, letting him get used to his inside being repeatedly pushed open and stretched, and when you felt the rim around your finger start to relax, you pushed your middle finger into him as well. Your scissored your fingers inside of him, so he would get used to being stretched open further. By now he was whimpering, his own hip occasionally twitched back onto your fingers, pushing them in further. When you pressed your third finger into him, creating a triangle shape within him, his legs started to quiver. The feeling of being penetrated was a feeling he was surprised he enjoyed so much and quietly he started to call out to you, “More.”

After a few more minutes fingering him, you pulled all three of your fingers out of him and watched the way his pretty, puffed up red hole clenched around nothing. He let out a pitiful cry from suddenly being empty and he thrusted his own back seeking you out again.

He didn’t have to wait long however as you stepped into the harness and then grasping the dildo with one hand you poured the rest of the holy water you had gathered onto it, getting on your knee’s lining up with his entrance. You took a hold of his hip again as you positioned the dildo on his hole and then slowly you pushed in.

Such a lewd moan left his lips as his entrance was forced open by you, being stretched further than it ever had before. He was panting for breath as it felt like it had been knocked out of him as you split him open and when you finally bottomed out within him, he could barely hold his weight and collapsed upon the top of the stairs. He could feel the coldness of the dildo pressing against his walls, the tip of it digging into that spot that could cause him so much pleasure.

“Now, now, we can’t be having that can we?”

Your right hand now free leaned forward and grasped the back of his neck, making sure not to hold it too tight but enough to raise his head off the ground and force him to look up.

“Look ahead of you Father, look at that picture of Jesus.”

He whimpered as reluctantly his eyes flickered up to take in the sight of the Jesus stained glass and how it seemed to be looking exactly down at him.

“Look at how Jesus is watching you take it up the ass, in your own church none the less and it feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” he whispered, a few tears starting to swell up in his eyes.

“Tell him, tell Jesus how much you love it up the ass.”

“I love it, I love it,” he said in a slightly higher voice but it still wasn’t loud enough.

“I said,” you growled into his ear, slowly pulling out of him again until just the tip was within him. “Tell him how much you love it in the ass.”

You thrusted back into him as hard as you could, using your hand wrapped around his neck to pull his own body back into you. From the way he was pushed open so quickly again, how the dildo hit directly onto his prostate, it made Daniel cry out from the pleasure that crashed over him.

“Christ! I love it! I fucking love it!”

Your hand gripped his neck a bit tighter as you choose to thrust shortly but quickly into him, grunting every time your hips slapped into him, sending his body forward just for you to pull him back to you. He had no control over his own body anymore, all he could do was desperately put the palms of his hand upon the church floor to stop himself sliding too far on it. His knees were being scrubbed raw as you continued to push his body forward on the ground but however the much the pain might hurt, the pleasure of the dildo hitting into his prostate was enough for his mind to forget it.

“Blasphemy in a church? How sinful of you, Father.”

“It’s so good, I need it harder y/n, god, please.”

“If you so wish, Father.”

You picked up your pace, eager to hear every loud moan and gasp that escaped him and echoed loudly around the Chruch, you were convinced anyone within a miles radius of the Chruch would hear how slutty Daniel was being, but she was beyond the point of caring anymore.

You removed your hand from the back of his neck now as you changed to longer thrusts, trying to push as far as you could inside of him, with your other hand you reached beneath him and took his throbbing cock that was now dripping pre-cum into your hand and you started to pump it in time with your thrusts.

His jaw went slack with the sudden extra pleasure till now he could only exclaim “God” with every jolt of his hips but you still wanted to mess with him. He was already hard in your hand and as you started to move your hand along the skin, feeling the way it pulsed within your parm, the pre-cum flicking out and onto the floor below.

“Pray, Father. I want to hear you pray or I won’t allow you to come.”

“Y/n,” he whimpered, his body tensing again as he felt the pull of his release getting nearer but with him not listening to your order, you start to release his cock from your hand which made him cry out as his release was pulled away from him.

“W-Wait, Our f-father, who, who art in heaven, hall-llow be thy n-name,”

Smiling you put your hand back onto his cock and started to pump it, feeling it instantly harden again, occasionally swiping your thumb over his tip making him cry out between his words.

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be do-done, on, on earth as it is in heaven.”

“Good boy, now carry on, I want you to get to the end of it before you come.”

It felt impossible as he was desperately trying to hold back from cumming all over your hand as you still pumped him while hitting his prostate in his ass causing more and more pleasure to roll over him likes waves in a sea.

“Give us this day, our, our, daily b-bread and forgive us our, tres-tres-trespasses, as we for-forgive those who, who trespass against us.”

“Would you say I trespass against you?” you teased, leaning into his back to press kisses onto his neck and get a better angle to thrust into him.

“And lead us not into temptation,” he whimpered, his face turning bright red from knowing how he had utterly given in to temptation, and the fact he could no longer speak a few words before gasping or moaning only added to it.

“But-but deliver us from the evil one.”

“Would you say I am the Devil, Father?”

His speech stopped for a moment as another groan pulled from his throat as he desperately tried to starve off his release but you could sense he was reaching his limit as his whole body trembled beneath you.

“For thine is the king-kingdom, and the p-p-power, and the glory, forever and ever.”

You gave one last deep thrust into him and he knew this was it for him, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Amen.” you both said together as he finally came in your hand, his whole body shaking from the swarms of pleasure that crashed over him and made him collapse onto the cold stone floor of the church. His hips still moved in time with the pumps of cum that leaked out of him, fucking himself back onto the dildo which you had stopped moving within him. His cum went everywhere over the chruch floor as well and he knew he would have to clean it up soon but for now, as he felt you slowly pull out of him, leaving him empty but satisfied, he was content in lying there and not caring about what the afterlife might have in store for him.

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[whydoilovehim]

Daniel characters turn on’s

These are things that turn them on whether you do it on purpose or not it will most likely still get them turned on.

Helmut Zemo

Kissing his neck

Run your fingers along his sides

If he ever sees you in any of his clothes

Niki Lauda

PULLING HIS HAIR

If you praise him after he wins a race

If you rant about how much you hate James and say that niki is better

Ernst Schmidt

Taking his glasses off and tilting his chin to look up at you

Stand up for him in front of volkov

Pulling him onto your lap and kissing his neck while he’s working

Laszlo kriezler

Pull him against you by his lapels and tell him he’s getting a punishment

Lightly wrap your hand around his neck

Put your hand on his thigh and slowly move it closer to his crotch

Andrea Marowski

Call him a good boy

Slowly start undressing him

Compliment his violin skills

[sub-danny]

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All of these are so accurate in what I think the sub boys are into! I loved imagining every one of them and enjoying the things you listed as I read through them. You got them spot on! Now I've got to go re-read some fanfiction 😏

What are you headcanons for kinks that the sub Danny boys? have 👀

Minors DNI 18+ obviously

Apologies that I took so long to answer this, but... finally it's ready. These are also kinda long but I had a lot of fun. Enjoy!

Zemo:

Zemo is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. I feel like sub Zemo would be into anything you suggest to him, as long as it ends up with you on top. He likes bondage and blindfolds, having any kind of sensory deprivation or being restricted. Maybe even a gag, because we all know that boy loves trying mansplain/manwhore his way out of situations all the time and he would enjoy having you take that ability away from him for once. He loves you tying him up and gagging him while you tell him what a slut he is for you.

Laszlo:

Oh Laszlo, the subbiest boy. This man is so touch-starved and craves any kind of touch or affection. Praise kink all the way, poor Laszlo would get horny as soon as you started praising him for even the simplest things. "Oh Laz, you look so cute today." "Oh, Laz, you work so hard! Look at you!" He'd get all blushy and shy, but you'd just keep praising him because he deserves all the love. And oh yes he also has a mommy/nursing kink, and his fixation on your breasts is something that doesn't go unnoticed. I mean, he just loves your breasts and wants to be comforted by the feeling of clutching onto you and suckling on your beautiful chest as you coo soft praises to him all night. At the right times, I think he would also have a humiliation kink, mainly just teasing him about how needy the formidable Dr. Kreizler is for you.

Niki:

Ah yes, the little racing machine. Niki's a stubborn ass, but he's your stubborn ass. I feel like Niki is a bit of an enigma, and what he likes varies on the day. Sometimes, he's into rough stuff, like slapping and spanking, anything that's pushing him to the limits in the bedroom when he's being a brat. Even if it's just you manhandling him around in his racing suit, the challenge thrills him. Usually, this is when he's hyped up before or after a race. Other times, Niki is a little more soft, especially if he had a long week with a bad race or a fight on the track that just mentally drained him. Maybe it was something that a journalist said that hurt him more than he let on. But, Niki trusts you enough to be vulnerable. This Niki is a sucker for soft, romantic, comforting sex with lots of praises and reassurance. He would love you to order him to get on his knees and eat you out, slowly, and to not think of anything else. He would love to be taken out of his head, let the buzz of his adrenaline do something else for once, going dumb with only pleasure and his need for you in the moment.

Andrea:

Andrea is a little baby puppy boy. He's completely into puppy play, and he would enjoy being your puppy. He'd want you to get him a little collar, and a leash, so you could tug him around in private moments. In public, he enjoys little pets on the head, or small but suggestive touches that fluster him and make him want to get to the bedroom soon. He is very into overstimulation, and he loves it when you coax orgasm after orgasm out of him until he's crying and exhausted. He loves cuddles and lots of sweet aftercare after this, and begs you to do it again tomorrow.

Ernst:

Oh Ernst, another stubborn one. He enjoys any kind of manhandling. Grab the front of his jumper, slam him against a wall or hold him down as you kiss him aggressively. He's all heart eyes and loving the power you have over him. I can see him as enjoying facesitting, as it's very physical and he gets to enjoy your domination while also enjoying the challenge of pleasing you. Ernst gets possessive and jealous easily, especially with Volkov constantly teasing him around you, so he would also enjoy some reassurance in the form of dirty talk. "Oh, Ernst, you do such a good job pleasing me." "Ernst, no one feels as good as you." He'd be trying so hard to last for you even though your words would be driving him crazy.

Alex Garel:

There was a post awhile back that described Alex being into electrostimulation, and I can't get that out of my head. It's so accurate. Alex would looove electrostim. It's high tech and erotic, and it gives him such a novel sensation that he can't help but be drawn to it. Every once in awhile, you would drag him away from his work for an intense electrostim session, slowly coaxing him into an overstimulated state. Then you'd finally bring him to an intense finish, and Alex would feel like he'd just ascended to heaven. That boy doesn't have many kinks, and he usually likes things romantic and vanilla, but electrostim is a guilty pleasure for him.

Sebastian Zollner:

Ah Sebastian, brattiest of them all. Sebastian loves being snarky and talking back to you until you have to give him a punishment. He really enjoys being pegged, just having you rail him into the mattress as he's being whiny and loud and way too dramatic. Sometimes, when he's been especially naughty, you don't give him the satisfaction of using the strap on. Instead, he gets spanked, and he has to count each one. You may start over, many times. He also likes having his hair pulled, especially when you yank him around by it. That man is also a puppy boy, and he enjoys it when you order him to crawl on his hands and knees like the needy pup he is.

Alex Kerner:

Alex, like any teenage boy, is always horny. You could say the littlest suggestive thing to him and he'd be instantly horny. I could see Alex with an exhibition kink. Nothing extreme, but he would enjoy having sex in random places where someone might walk by, or might discover the two of you in a secluded location. If you're laying on the couch together at his apartment, with his Mom and sister and Rainer in the next room, he'd be thrilled by a quick handjob under the blanket as you tease him, telling him not to be loud or you'll be caught. The faces of pleasure he would make, and his little gasping breaths would be more than enough to satisfy you until the two of you could do more in private.

David Kern:

Oh David, such a sweetie. This boy is the ultimate sub. He might be into something more like a full time dom/sub relationship as a kink. David is so anxious and nervous all the time, so he really likes when you make all the decisions for him. Even if it's as simple as telling him which coffee to get at the café on your morning outing together. David loves it when you tell him what to do so that he doesn't have to worry. Other than this, he also really, really enjoys being praised and touched, no humiliation or rough stuff with this boy. He loves it when you run your hands through his hair, and sometimes he'll fall asleep if you're cuddling and giving him a head massage. David enjoys it when you touch him lovingly, like smooshing his cheeks between your hands, or guiding him around in public with your hand on his lower back. He'll start blushing and stutter in public if you do something that flusters him, but you reward him later with kisses and lots of reassurance.

Konrad Koch:

Konrad is a playful sweetheart, his personality is so bright and happy and he is probably the one in your relationship that brings the fun into the bedroom. Exploring new things would be fun with him, and he would laugh or make jokes until the two of you got it right. But even though he's never self-conscious, and almost never gets flustered, you know his guilty pleasure. Konrad would be really into erotic humiliation. The man can be playful all he wants, but as soon as you order him to do something alone and without you, he becomes more self-conscious and shy. His favorite thing is when you order him to masterbate while you watch. He's usually so confident, but having your eyes on him so intensely makes him feel exposed and flustered, and he enjoys the feeling of being put on display for your pleasure as you tell him what to do.

And...scene! If y'all want me to add a Danny character to the list just drop a comment.

[sub-danny]

hiiiiii i have a drabble request if you’re still taking them (if not please just ignore this): zemo absolutely LOVING to just pull your top down and suck on your breasts as much as you’ll let him or he falls asleep while sucking on them, it just relaxes him

this thought just came to my brain and hasn’t left ever since

Sleepy Zemo

Word count: 587

Pairing: sub!zemo x f!reader

Warnings: Zemo sucking on breasts

THIS IS 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N:This was just a little thing I wrote in my spare time as I had an essay mainly to work on, this will probably be the last request I work on for a bit as I'll be starting kinkmas soon as we get to December. There is still time to vote for which Daniel character you want to see with which kink here so if you haven't voted go ahead!

His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer to him. You felt the hot breath ghost over your skin as his face nestled into your neck, placing a few delicate kisses on your skin. Your hand came up to his head, running your fingers through the soft hair to soothe him.

“Has it been a long day, darling?” you ask him, cradling his head to you as you felt the heat from his body radiate yours. He simply nodded against your shoulder, letting out a little sigh. Both you and Zemo had your bad days, especially when you two have to go on separate missions. You know Zemo was never particularly happy going on missions, though he enjoyed the company of Bucky and Sam. It was never something he saw himself doing in the future.

He was grateful, of course, to no longer be in prison, so he could be with you, but he could acknowledge that some days were tough.

You held him gently, nothing else needing to be said. You just cradled him as he relaxed into your comforting embrace. Slowly his right hand trailed from your waist further up, holding onto your back, pressing down on your shoulder blades. He rubbed a few comforting circles on your back. Then he moved both his hands again, slowly tugging at your t-shirt.

“Can I?” he asks, barely in a whisper.

“Go ahead darling,”

His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, slowly trailing it upwards. You raised your arms to help him lift the t-shirt over you, just leaving you in your white lace bra. Zemo leaned down, placing a few deep kisses on your exposed breasts, sucking a hickie into the tender flesh. His warm hands speak back around your back and slowly unclasped your bra, letting it fall down.

He sighed happily, moving his lips lower till they barely ghosted over your nipple. You grasped his hand and pulled him into the bedroom, knowing he wouldn’t let go for likely the night. You guided him to the bed, both of you laying down with Zemo propped up next to you. His cold lips found their way back to your breasts again. He wrapped his lips around your left one, closing his eyes in bliss as he sucked.

You let out a brief murmur of pleasure as your hand found its way back to his soft hair again, brushing your fingers through them as he continued to suck. His mouth worked wonders on you, and occasionally he would lick at you as well, but mainly, he just sucked happily. He stayed with that nipple for around ten minutes, till it was rock hard from all the stimulation of Zemo sucking. He then moved onto the other side, kissing around the nipple before taking it in his mouth again.

He looked so peaceful as he sucked on you, all the lines of worry on his face disappearing from him. He looked younger. You felt so thankful to find someone like Zemo, who on the outside seemed so independent and dominant, but secretly was a big softie, enjoying being putty in your hands, sucking on your breasts like a newborn baby. You placed a kiss on his forehead, watching his lovely warm eyes open to look up at you with bliss as he continued to suck.

You two stayed like that, Zemo occasionally switching positions when he needs to till slowly he felt so comfortable and relaxed that he split into a blissful sleep.

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[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #10- Tit fucking - Laszlo

“You look so pretty dear,” you tell Laszlo, looking up at him from where you laid on the bed.

Laszlo straddled your waist, his cock hard and sticking up before you. You had stripped him of his clothes as soon as he had entered his home, so it was a good thing Cryus and Stevie were going out for the night. He couldn’t keep his hands off you either, pulling at your corset strings, grasping your breasts, littering them in kisses. That is what had led to you lying down on the bed with him sitting over you, his eyes hungrily resting on your breasts.

“Do you want to slip your cock within them?” you ask him, smirking at Laszlo’s startled face. “Do you want to fuck my breast's Laszlo?”

“M-may I?” he asks, stuttering from his nerves.

“Of course, love,”

He could barely hold back the smile. Quickly he spat on his hand and then coated his cock with the wetness. He slowly inched forward and pushed his cock between your breasts when he felt it was ready. Helping him out, you raised your hands to squeeze your breasts together to squeeze his cock between them. His breath staggered, and his strong hand had to grasp the bed headboard to steady himself.

“There we go, dear, doesn’t that feel good?” you tell Laszlo, moving your breasts slightly up and down as Laszlo slowly moved his hips back.

“F-fuck it does,” Laszlo manages to say, using one of the rare times he swears to express himself. He starts to thrust his hips in quick succession into your breasts, letting the warmth of them squeezed together pleasure him. You watched as Laszlo fucked your tits, his eyes lidded as his jaw went slack, obviously enjoying the pleasure.

“I-I’m, fuck, y/n, I’m going to come,” he finally gasped, his hand reaching out to caress one of your breasts as he continued to fuck your breasts as fast as he could.

“So soon?” you coo, smirking at him.

Laszlo flushed further but nodded, struggling to hold it back.

“It’s okay; you can come, dear,” you tell him, raising your hand to encompass the one on your breast. At your command, Laszlo shuddered and let out a loud moan as he finally came, ropes of cum hitting your skin as he came all over, still squeezed between your breasts.

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[sub-danny]

I just need Laszlo realising he wants to be pegged out of his soul, he wants you, he needs you in that way and he is ashamed to admit it to you.

How would he make it up? How can he solve it?

After a stressful day

Word count: 1.5k

Warings: Anal fingering, pegging, sub!laszlo, f!reader, refuring to Laszlo as good boy

A/N: Slowly getting through all the drabble and headcanon requests guys, so if you have sent one in don't worry, I will get to it in due course :)

It was quiet in the library.

You had settled down for the evening, picking out your favourite book to read and relax to as the fireplace roared, keeping you warm. Both you and Laszlo had a long day at the institute, to the point where you two had only really seen each other at dinner time when you ate together, and after that Laszlo had disappeared upstairs to the bedroom, and so you choose to come down here to relax on your own for a bit.

Laszlo was conducting the interviews today for which children he will take into the institute. It was usually a very stressful day for him to deal not only with parents bringing in their children for the simplest things and not listening to them but also meeting children who had such harrowing problems. He wanted to help all of them, but he just couldn’t, and so he had to turn some away.

You had your own set of problems as a few of the older children whose parents hadn’t been to see them in a while got upset seeing all the children with their parents, and so you had to calm them down. Eventually, they recovered, but it had been emotionally taxing on all of you, and so now you were glad to have this moment to relax.

What you were unaware of, however, was Laszlo looming by the door, watching you. His eyes lingered on the way your delicate fingers flipped the pages of your book, and it made his body shiver. All he could do was imagine how they would feel within him, pressing up against his insides, pushing in and out of him, making him feel wonderful. A few times now, you had fingered him, and though he had never admitted it to you, he loved the feeling and at times like this, craved it to release his stress from today.

Slowly he gathered some of his courage and pushed the door open, watching as you instantly raised your head to look over at him.

“Laszlo love, I thought you retired for the night,”

“I...I couldn’t get to sleep,”

You smiled warmly at Laszlo and patted the space beside you on the sofa for him to come over. Laszlo bounced on the heels of shoes for a few seconds, trying to find a way to ask you what he wanted, but he just couldn’t bring himself to saying the words out loud. They felt caught in his throat, and he felt himself blushing at the thought of telling you what he wanted. So instead, he gave up on the turmoil in his mind to instead sit down beside you, trying to ease his arousal.

As he sat down, you wrapped your arm around his shoulder and pulled him to you so that his head rested on your shoulder. You heard him let out a deep sigh which made you want to wrap your arms around him and never let him go, so he didn’t ever have to face another stressful situation. You rubbed your arm along his back to comfort him and then looked down at the book, starting to read it out loud to Laszlo.

He felt like he could fall asleep listening to your soft voice; it soothing him immensely, but he was still aroused from thinking about you pushing your fingers into him, pegging him, and it wasn’t made better now that he was so close to your fingers. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from them, which made his cock press up against his slacks. His cheeks were heating up as he opened his mouth to ask you the question, but he couldn’t force any words out.

However, you had noticed his apparent hesitance as you stopped reading to look up at him, confused.

“Laszlo, darling, what’s the matter?”

“I - well I, you see..” Laszlo stumbled over his words, unable to look you in the eye as he spoke.

You furrowed your eyebrows and leaned in to talk to him, trying to get him to look you in the eyes when you caught sight of what his eyes were glued on. You felt your heart flutter as the excitement raced through you.

When you looked back to Laszlo, you could tell he knew you knew. His eyes were blown, and his breathing was heavier as his cheeks burned.

“Do you want me to treat you, love?”

“Please,” he whispered back.

Before he had any more time to contemplate anything, you had climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist and pulled him into a kiss, holding his face in your hands. Instantly his eyelids fluttered shut as he opened his mouth to be ravaged by you.

He moaned into the kiss, pushing his hips forward slightly so that his bludge rubs into you, showing how desperate he is. You smirked and pulled back, looking at him with hooded eyes.

“So eager, darling,” you purr.

“Why don’t you strip for me,” you whisper into his ear and then pull off his lap.

You watched as Laszlo tried to pull off his clothes with urgency. He struggled to pull his shirt off because of his arm, but with some help from you, eventually, it came off. Then he stood butt naked before you, his chest rising up and down in anticipation.

“Lie down on the sofa, darling, on your stomach,”

Laszlo scrambled onto the sofa, and with the good hand, held onto the armrest, breathing in and out a few times to prepare himself for what was next.

He felt you brush your hand down his back and along the cleth of his ass which made him shiver. Your fingers were so light and delicate, but he didn’t want to be teased by them; he needed them now. You grasped his cheeks and squeezed them, kneading the warm flesh and delighting in the moan that came from Laszlo’s lips at the contact.

You raised two of your fingers and stuck them in your mouth, sucking on them and coating them in saliva, and when you felt that was enough, you took them out and pressed them to Laszlo’s rim. The man tensed underneath you at the contact, but you waited until you got confirmation that it was okay to continue.

After a few seconds, you heard him hiss, “Please,” and you pushed both fingers into him.

He let out a moan feeling your fingers breaching him, pushing into his warm channel and slowly stretching it open. You could feel him grasp you tightly, sucking you in and with every inch of your fingers which you pushed in, it made Laszlo quiver under you. You moved your fingers all the way in, seeking out that bundle of nerves within Laszlo, and when you pressed onto it, his body jolted, and he let out another loud moan of pleasure.

You watched how his skin flushed red in embarrassment from how aroused he was by it, but you lent down and kissed his back delicately.

“Don’t be ashamed, love, enjoy yourself,”

Slowly you started to thrust your fingers in and out and watched how Laszlo began to move his body in time with your fingers, rocking on them to try and get them to press deeper into him. You sought out that bundle of nerves every time you pressed into him so hear the way he would whimper and groan underneath you. It was music to your ears to hear Laszlo like this.

“Please y/n, I need more,” he cried out. Any other time you might have teased him from his neediness, but he had such a long day today, you wanted to treat this man. Plus, it felt like he was on the verge of tears and would try out if you withheld his pleasure.

You pushed your third finger into him, creating a triangle shape to stretch his rim out further, and it made Laszlo’s back arch and his jaw slacken. He was panting heavily now, and with every bump into his prostate, he groaned harder. He had to shut his eyes, and with cutting off that sense, the intensity of your fingers brushing up against his prostate, grinding into it, became so intense that it felt like his body was melting due to the pleasure. Under his body, his cock was getting harder, leaking pre-cum now, which smeared over his skin and the sofa, definitely staining the sofa.

Now it was letting out short gasps every time you pushed your fingers into him. He was too far gone in his pleasure to worry about being embarrassed anymore. All he needed now was to come.

“Come for me, good boy, do that for me,”

His whole body tensed as you picked up the speed, battering his inside, and with a few more strokes, Laszlo came loose, shooting out rods of come onto the sofa as his hips twitched. While he came, you continued to twist your fingers on his prostate, ensuring to ride it out and let him feel all of the intense pleasure to release his stress.

When he came down, you gently removed your fingers, watching how his rip fluttered empty now and slowly; you left the room to grab a towel to clean Laszlo up and attend to his needs.

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[sub-danny]

Sub!Colonel Zemo??? Now, this is the dream 😍 especially with a knife kink, god this was so hot and a great start to my day 🔥

Hii!! First, thank you for letting us enjoy your writing, I absolutely love it!. And for tonight's sleepover (sorry if it seems a bit off, I'll understand if you dont want to write it) but... What about one of Daniel's characters discovering a knife kink, like they love the way reader can defend by themselves, he admires that and can't help but thinking about reader being so dominant, slashing his clothes or their own clothes teasing him. How would they react once reader notices that?

this just SCREAMS sub!zemo at me and hhnng you know I can't say no to that! knife kink obviously but no blood, oral m receiving, premature ejaculation, mention of anal, and lots of teasing c:

Say what you will about EKO Scorpion, but you were a dedicated unit of soldiers. Maybe it was because most of the squadron came from intelligence first, but there was a discipline a lot of other boots-on-the-ground seemed to lack. While they spent their leave in bars and brothels, you were working; all of you were. Training, specifically. Some of the others were training with weights, a few more with guns; but you and the Colonel were on the other side of the barracks, running drills with a much more ancient weapon.

He was there first, you saw him sparring against a dummy with his sabre and you stopped to admire his form for a moment before he caught you watching.

"What a sad little blade you've got there, Lieutenant," he smirked, "it's nothing compared to my broadsword." He waved the weapon in question just for emphasis, and you had to admit he looked pretty good holding it like that.

"It is little, isn't it?" you admitted as you observed the dagger in your hands. "I'm just using it to compensate for my huge dick."

He scoffed but you knew the comment threw him off a little bit. He did a better job than the other men in the unit at ignoring your female-ness, but apparently thinking about whatever was in your pants-- huge dick or otherwise-- wasn't how he expected this conversation to go.

"Spar me?" you suggested.

"Sure, where's your sabre?" he asked.

"No, I'll use this," you clarified, and he seemed both shocked and amused (again).

"Against this?" He waved the sword again.

"Yes! Now will you just get back into form? And try not to stab me too hard?"

He cleared his throat quickly and squared himself up. "No promises," he mumbled.

You made the first move, and though his sword started to come down over you, you were able to catch it in the divot of your dagger's hilt, blocking him so swiftly that he never had a chance to stop you from twisting around and pointing your weapon at his neck, just under his jaw.

He dropped the sword and raised his hands, taking a step back and pressing himself against the wall as you followed him with a raised brow. "Well, that was a bit anti-climactic, huh?" you smirked.

His wide-eyed expression made your heart swell for no good reason at all: here was your Colonel, your commander, someone you looked up to and obeyed without question, looking uncharacteristically submissive-- and not just in general, but to you. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind before, but you liked the rush it gave you.

His gaze glanced down for a second, at himself, and you instinctively followed it; you weren't sure what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn't an obvious boner pressing up against the inside of his uniform trousers. That's what it had to be, right? What else would have that shape, with the ridge of his head visible through the dark green fabric? It looked thick, too... were you drooling already?

"Okay, maybe not anti-climactic for all of us..." you mumbled.

"Exciting, sure," he awkwardly countered, "but I wouldn't quite call it 'climactic'... yet..."

You grinned and stepped even closer, delicately running the blade over his jaw; he had just enough stubble that you were more likely to give him a sudden shave than to actually cut him. Not that you'd ever want him to shave the stubble, because you secretly loved it. "I can fix that," you whispered. "What was it that got you excited, then, Colonel? The blade, the fight, the way I casually walked in here and kicked your ass?"

"A little bit of everything," he decided after swallowing thickly. "H-how sharp is that, anyway?"

"Really sharp," you promised, moving the blade down lower to run over where his neck met his shoulder. "I could cut you. I should stop then, right? You don't want me to cut you."

"Don't stop," he whispered.

You moved the dagger lower again, this time to the collar of his shirt where you slipped it underneath and started to slowly slice your way down, right through the standard-issue cotton fabric. You mainly just focused on your work but caught a glimpse of his mouth falling slack above you.

You'd seen him shirtless before, you end up seeing your comrades in various states of undress when you're in the field together this long, but it looked different with his chest rising and falling every time he panted, with a thin layer of sweat over the highest point of where his pecs were dusted with blonde-ish-brown-ish hair.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, ghosting the side of the cool metal over his fly and watching him tense up. "Y-you're not gonna cut me there, right?"

"No," you answered, suddenly sliding the shining tip of it right between his legs, where his balls must've been turning blue waiting for you to stop teasing him; he started to creep up onto his tiptoes to avoid getting pricked as you continued, "not if you behave."

You looked up at him expectantly.

"You're going to behave, right?"

"Yes, Lieutenant," he nodded quickly, and it was so odd to hear him say that as if you were his superior. You liked the feeling, though, it made you want this more than ever.

You sliced the button of his fly clean off; you hooked the tip of the blade into the end of his zipper and carefully pulled it down.

"Fuck," you heard him mumble as his cock was freed, looking so lonely and achingly hard. You couldn't even stop yourself from leaning forward and swallowing up the tip of it, hearing him moan and feeling his hands grab at your hair right away.

"Hands to yourself, Colonel," you stopped to correct him quickly, and he slammed his hands back against the wall with all the desperation of a man who would do anything to get you to keep sucking his cock. Thankfully for him you did, running your tongue up under the base of it before suckling at the head once more, going just a bit deeper with each bob of your head.

"Oh god," he groaned, "s-so good, it's so good... please don't stop."

It was the sadist in you that had to stop right then, though you gave him a little mercy by stroking his cock slowly with your free hand while twirling the knife with the other. "How long has it been since somebody got you off, Colonel? Other than yourself."

"Can't even remember," he admitted with a sigh, "even just by myself. You know we can hardly ever get a moment alone in a unit like this. But I know the last time I got off, I was thinking about this."

"This?" you repeated, bewildered.

"Exactly this," he confirmed.

"That's funny, cause the last time I got off, I was thinking about you, too," you grinned.

"Really? You thought about me when you touched yourself?" he smiled.

"I never said I was alone the last time I got off, Colonel," you reminded him. "No, I was with somebody... and while he was fucking me I was imagining how much better you would do it."

"Oh, fuck," he sighed as his head fell back against the wall; you kept stroking him as you started sucking again, bringing the side of the blade up against the crotch of his pants again just to see how he squirmed with his cock still in your mouth. "I'd fuck you so much better, Lieutenant, you know I would... let me show you."

You had to pull off of him before you smiled too hard to keep going. "Oh, Colonel, I don't think that's a good idea. I think I should just keep sucking you off until you come-- shouldn't take you very long, you're already trying not to come all over my face as we speak-- and then leave you be. Keep it simple, you know."

"N-no, I need more, fuck," he hissed.

"No, you definitely don't," you chuckled, "you can come right now, just from this. Is that what you wanna do? You wanna come down my throat right now?"

"No, I wanna see you," he explained, "wanna touch you-- I need to make you come, Lieutenant, it's all I've been thinking about for months."

"Okay, let's make a deal then," you offered. "I'm going to keep sucking your cock and if you can keep from coming for fifteen seconds, you can do whatever you want to me. You can fuck me right here on this floor, you can eat my pussy until I pass out-- you can put it in my ass, if you really want. Whatever you're into, whatever you've been thinking about when you get yourself off."

His eyes were so wide as you said that, you worried they'd just fall out onto the floor.

"But if you come, all you're getting is the memory of this afternoon as material for your pathetic little spank bank of fantasies. Deal?"

He could only nod weakly as he stared down at you.

"Count for me, Colonel," you demanded, hearing him start with 'one' the moment you wrapped your lips around him again.

He almost lost count right away, because clearly he hadn't been expecting you to pull out all the stops-- you sucked hard, you bobbed your head and twisted your hand over his spit-slicked length, you trailed the blade slowly down his thigh through his trousers. "Two, th-three, four, five..." he breathed, whimpering a little when you looked up at him and made a moment of eye contact. "Fuck, uh, six, seven..."

You pressed your tongue against his slit and felt his hand jump up to grab your hair instinctively. You kept sucking and stroking as you circled it with the tip of your tongue, moaning around him even though you hadn't even really meant to.

"Eight, f-fuck... ni-- oh, god!" he groaned, and even you were surprised as you tasted salty, warm come beginning to coat your tongue. He held you down with his grip on the back of your head, cock twitching as streams of come shot to the back of your throat. You almost gagged, but managed to keep it together until he was done, at which point you pulled back and showed him your full mouth before closing and swallowing it in one go.

"Not even ten seconds, Colonel, that's a shame," you grinned, loving how embarrassed and flustered and exhausted he looked, "I was really looking forward to being all yours, however and whenever you wanted me... oh well."

You shrugged and stood up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"You don't last very long in a sparring match, huh?" you chuckled, tossing the blade to him and seeing him fumble but managed still to catch it. "Better luck next time."

You left without another word, though his dumbfounded expression proved he had plenty to say, just no wherewithal to do so. You could only hope that he'd find a chance sometime soon to get his revenge on you, because you were really looking forward to losing your next bet with him.

[sub-danny]

I just learned that violinists can get "violin hickeys" from where the instrument rubs on their neck as they play. Now all I can think about is giving Andrea a flirtatious hickey on purpose so that he blushes when he tries to tell people that it was from his violin...

I can see Andrea getting so bashful about violin hickeys and trying to cover them at first, but using that as an excuse to give him little hickeys is a brilliant idea! Leaving your mark on Andrea for people to see and then Andrea desperately trying to claim it is a violin hickey while his cheeks are crimson. Oh, it is just so adorable!

[sub-danny]

Clears throat-

Imagine Zemo committing a crime you weren't happy with and so in return, you forced him to wear a chastity belt/cock cage as punishment for a day or two

Pls? 🥺

Locked up

Word count: 2k

Pairing: Fem!reader x sub!Zemo

Warnings: Cock cages, a brief description of f receiving oral sex

THIS IS 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: So it's been a bit, but hey here's another little piece for you guys! Based on a post I made monthsss ago. Thanks, @i-am-dead-inside-666 for sending the ask, sorry it took so long to get to! I don't really have anything planned for both of my accounts this Valentine's day, so consider this an early Valentine's gift? I might do something tomorrow with this account if I find the time!

You watched the TV with displeasure. You could feel the bitterness on your tongue and your eyebrows casting into scorn as you hit the power button on the remote.

Two killed in an explosion believed to have been deserters of the EKO scorpion kill squad.

There was no doubt in your mind exactly who had caused this; how did the news put it? 'Accident'

Zemo hadn't returned home yet, likely still hiding out in a motel, so any police investigations won’t trace back to your home. But soon enough, when he thought the trail would be cold, he would burst through the door of your shared apartment, a bouquet in his hand, a cheerful smile on his lips and the lustful glimmer of his eyes hoping for a night's reward.

You already had taken out of the draw what would really be his prize for the night. A tightly made plastic cock cage, with the key tied to a necklace just for you to wear and punish Zemo whenever you thought it was justified, and killing just days before your anniversary certainly was.

Sure enough, a day later, you heard the rattling of keys at the door as you sat at your make-up table, applying moisturiser to your skin. You listened to the sound of shoes being rubbed on a doormat and the clicking of a door being shut.

"Darling? Are you in?" The all too familiar sokovian accent rang out.

"In the bedroom!"

Footsteps up the stairs, gentle but urgent. The rattling of the door handle. You simply turned your face to the side to watch Zemo enter the room out of the corner of your eyes, not even bothering to turn your body to him. As predicted, he carried a bouquet of red roses, and he seems to have found the time to dab on the luscious scent of some aftershave.

"I apologise for being kept away. It was not what I had intended to happen. But I’ve managed to get back just in time. Darling, you look ravishing, as always.”

"Well, I'm sure I am certainly looking better than those two sokovian fellas who were murdered."

A sudden silence broke out between you two. You turned back to the mirror to carry on with your routine. Zemo's hand gripped the flowers firmer. They started the drop, and the faintest of sighs left his lips.

"They said it was an accident…."

"Cut the crap, Helmut. I know what really happened," you snapped, cracking the lid on your moisturiser shut and spinning round on your seat to glare at Zemo.

He took in your angered expression and swallowed, nodding with his acceptance, knowing there was no way he could try to argue against you.

"I'm sorry, my love."

Zemo placed the roses on a table absentmindedly as he turned to look down at the floor instead. Huffing, you sprung from your seat and walked around the bedroom.

"I know you must have your reasons, darling. You've only told me so much of your past, and I respect you enough to not ask questions or ask for any more information than what you felt ready to tell me. But murder is something else, Helmut. I thought you had changed from your old ways. Seemingly, I was mistaken. In these few days you have given me, I've thought over what I should do and came to the ultimatum that a simple punishment should fit enough."

Zemo's eyes darted from the floor at which he had been staring at to you, the pupils dilating as his mind swarmed with sudden thoughts.

"And what punishment, may I ask, will this be, mistress?"

You simply smirked and beckoned him over to the bed with a curl of your finger, and eagerly, Zemo moved. He came to stand beside you, his breath catching in his throat as you grasped his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.

He laid still as you disappeared out of his eye line for a few seconds. You weren't gone for long, though, and he watched with wonder as you pushed his legs apart and crawled up the bed between his legs till you were at his crotch. Already his excitement was getting the best of him, and you could see a prominent bulge against the leather fabric of his trousers. Tutting, you let your fingers tug at his belt, undoing it to loosen the grip of his trousers and then, with one hand, you pulled down the zip exposing his silk boxers underwear.

Zemo let out a slight groan, closing his eyes briefly and breathing in and out through his nose. Though it had only been a few days since you last touched him, he was yearning for it, and having you so desperately near was a killer to him. He felt the way your fingers traced the top of his boxers, toying with him for a few seconds before dipping into his boxers, grasping his slowly hardening cock.

"So excited already? That's just going to make what's next so harder for you."

In Zemo’s lust-driven brain, your words barely registered in his mind, only as a nagging thought did they suddenly hit him, and he glanced down at you, eyes slightly furrowed. That's when he noticed the now evident cock cage held in your other hand. His eyes widened slightly, and his body let out a shudder.

"I see."

"Do you think you can cope?" You ask him gently, rubbing your fingers gently up and down his cock.

Zemo only took a second of deliberation before nodding his head.

"If this is to be my punishment, then yes,"

"Good boy," you purred, starting work on locking Zemo in.

It was harder to push Zemo's cock into the tight plastic casing in his hardened state, and though he hissed a few times, he was eventually sealed in. Next, you put placed the strap around his balls, neatly tying it at the top to prevent Zemo from coming or getting excited. He let out a few groans, even some whimpers at the feeling of being locked away, but even you couldn't miss the twinkling glimmer to his eyes as he watched you place the key to his cock on the necklace and place it around your neck.

“How long?” Zemo muttered, sitting up from where he had been lying down on the bed, sparing a glance at his locked up cock.

“At least two days,” you tell him, feeling another smirk pull at your lips as you imagine how tormented he would feel. From the look of his grief-stricken face, he was already feeling it.

Still determined to make the best of the evening, Zemo prepared dinner for you and actually handed you the bouquet he had brought, which you had graciously accepted. Yet you could see him staggering around the house, trying to find the right way to walk without occasionally whimpering at the feeling of being locked up.

You toyed with the key in front of him as you ate your meal, deliberately teasing him. For a few moments, you would run your heel up and down his leg gently, but it was enough for him to clench the cutlery in his hand and stifle a whine as he filled his mouth with food.

For an evening treat, you two cuddled up on your bed together and watched a film. You were the little spoon tonight, and Zemo was the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you to pull you onto his chest. You could admit to yourself that while he had been away, you had missed this deeply, but you could also feel the plastic between his crotch, occasionally pressing into you.

The night went smoothly, both of you resting after a long day, but it was the morning that proved challenging for Zemo. Usually, in the morning was when he would wake feeling horny, and soft morning sex between the two of you would ensue. Yet, with the cock cage on, it could no longer become hard, and it was frustrating him immensely.

He held your body close to him and rubbed his hips along your backside, the plastic pressing into your skin as he was almost humping you.

“Darling,” he said in the strained voice.

“Please.”

“No, this is your punishment, Zemo.”

A deep sigh came from behind you, but Zemo listened to your order and nodded, placing a kiss to your temple, then pulling himself out of bed, going to distract himself from all the lust-driven thoughts in his mind.

You and Zemo spent the whole day together in each other’s company, making up for the lost time. You read together; you took a shower together; you went out for lunch together and even visited a museum together. It was perfect, a perfect time together with him. But even you couldn’t miss the occasional glances he gave you or the way his eyes would trail down to your ass briefly before shaking himself and looking away.

At the end of the day, Zemo was all over you, covering your skin with kisses, up and down your neck, mouthing kisses along your jawline. You tangled your hands in his hair and gently pulled at it, making him moan against the skin. He grasped the necklace within his teeth and gently tugged, looking up into your eyes desperately.

“No. Still a day left, love.”

He looked down despondently, but you grasped the side of his face with your hand and made him look up at you again.

“There is still one thing you can do,”

Zemo’s face was buried within your cunt for the next half an hour, his lips, tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring you waves upon waves of pleasure. He would lick at your slit, trying to lap up all juices, till sucking on your clit, letting you rock your hips into his face. He would bury his tongue into you and eat you out, and when tired, he would swap his fingers in, curling them inside of you in a way that had your whole body shaking.

By the time you had come, more than once, and he had finally pulled away, lips red and hair sweaty and sticking up all over the place, you were exhausted. Zemo helped you out, fetching you towels and some food, picking up your favourite book and reading to you as you slowly grew tired. You felt a pang of slight guilt at how much pleasure Zemo had brought you while you still kept him tied up. But you knew however much he might complain about it. Letting you have this control over him secretly thrilled him.

The next day still was lovely, Zemo doting on you every minute and by the time evening came. You finally decided it was time. Zemo lay on the bed, flicking through his phone and throwing at something he saw. He didn’t even notice you in the room till you suddenly pounced, climbing on top of him, grasping the phone and throwing it to the side.

It took Zemo back for a second, his eyebrows rising in tandem, but quickly he placed his hands on your hips to steady you as you straddled his lap.

“Love?”

“Don’t you think it is time for your award?”

Light flickered in his eyes at the realisation, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.

“Only if you think it’s appropriate,”

“Screw if appropriate or not. I need you now.”

Quickly lifting yourself off his waist, you grasped the joggers he was wearing and yanked them down, exposing his tied up cock. Grabbing the key from the necklace, you slotted it into the lock and twisted, unlocking the contraction to be able to pull the plastic off his cock and take the band off his balls. Zemo let out a low growl as his eyelids fluttered, finally free and already hardening. His grip on your waist tightened.

“Thank you, love, I will not be off you for hours after everything that has built up.”

“Just you wait, darlin’. By the time I am done with you, you will beg for a break.”

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how the boys would be act drunks?

It's been ages since I made some headcanons and I know I have a load of requests from you guys that have been sitting in my inbox for months, but as I have some spare time I wanted to write something again so :)

Zemo:

I mean we've all seen his amazing dance moves. He is totally a dancy drunk. You can't get him to stay still when he is in the mood, he is pulling out many dance moves you would have never expected from him. He's also a flirty drunk, though. He will keep hitting on you, try and dance on you to tempt you, trying his best to be seductive so you might fuck him. He might also try to act like he is sober, and at times pretend to not be interested, but you both know that he is feeling incredibly horny and needs you. right. now.

Laszlo:

We have seen Laszlo drunk in the second season of the Alienist, and god was he adorable then. Had me swooning honestly. He is quite a silly drunk because all those walls he puts up to distance himself between people just disappear. He would be in awe at you, constantly commenting on your beauty and how amazing you are, and I would also see him ranting on about psychology and such and telling you all the cool facts about the human mind that he knows because he loves to tell you these things like an excited child. He wouldn't be a horny drunk like Zemo, I don't think he would really have any interest in sex when he is drunk, apart from wanting to suck on your titties if you have them, but as he comes down and you finally get him into bed he cuddles up to you tightly.

Andrea:

Once again we have also seen Andrea drunk in the film, and once again he was so friking adorable. I don't believe Andrea knows his limits, so he lets himself be goaded by others to drink more and more and he doesn't seem to realise how it will affect him the morning after. Andrea is a singing drunk, when he drinks enough he will sing any music he hears, even if he doesn't understand the lyrics, he just loves the melody. He might try and dance as well, but he likely can't stand up properly after a certain point. If he had only had a glass or two he might be up to having sex, but anything past that he is gone and definitely couldn't give consent, all that would be in his mind would be making you sing with him.

Niki:

Niki might be the Danny boy who can hold his alcohol the most. Likely because he has been drinking from a young age. His liver is definitely not doing so well. Because of that though it is rare to see him drunk. He doesn't like to be vulnerable. Being drunk makes him vulnerable. He will on occasions drink though, such as celebrating when he has won the championship for example. The alcohol though just makes him even cockier (which you didn't even think was possible tbh) he would try teasing you, likely flirty teasing, but he would also play hard to get. He wants to see you get annoyed by him, he finds it funny but in the end, he would love you to take control of him again. By the time you get him to the bedroom, he is probably trying to get you to have sex with him but you are trying to get him to sleep to stop his teasing. It's going to be hard to stop this man though when he has decided he wants you to fuck him now that he is drunk.

Ernst:

I feel at times Ernst would use alcohol as a coping mechanism from dealing with Volkov all the time. I see him getting back to his quarters every night and pulling out a drink just to soothe his head. One drink might lead to two though, and then to three. I don't see the rest of the crew having parties and drinking usually, maybe once in a while but most times he is drunk is just when the two of you have been drinking together in one of your quarters. When it's just with you he is quite a cuddly drunk. He'd be up for sex, but more so he just wants to be with you, to hold you in his arms and just bury his head into your neck. He wouldn't want to let you go.

Alex:

Alex is young and now that the wall is down he is out exploring. He definitely has gone out to nightclubs and such and loves to drag you along. He wants the full experience that he had been missing out on when the wall used to be up. He would get into the hype of the nightclub at first, being able to order lots of call drinks at the bar and being able to dance and sing to all the new music. It can go two ways though, either he gets too hyper and dances the night away, completely drunk and then you have to help him home at the end because he is completely out of it, or you two leave early as he is feeling a bit overwhelmed and after you look after him and great him to some gentle sex as he is desperate for it.

Sebastian:

When is this man not drunk tbh? His drunk self is essentially the same as his sober self. Though his sober self probably complains about being hungover a lot. Really there is not much of a difference between sober and drunk Sebastian as that wild side is just who he is. He's silly and goofy and hardly takes anything seriously and you have just learnt to love him for that.

David:

It might be the only time David doesn't seem to be stressed out about something. Drinking gives David that break from worrying about everything going on in his life and he gets to relax and enjoy his time with you. He would probably be all over you, being all lovey and Dovey trying to get you to take him to bed as he feels in the mood to have sex as he isn't stressed. He is also more goofy and silly and can make you laugh at anything he does.

Tony:

Tony is very modest in what he drinks. You rarely see him drink anything other than wine and even then he usually restrains himself to one glass. He needs to set an example to his staff and after seeing all the issues Adam had with drunks and drinking, it put him off taking anything in excess. Still, when it is just the two of you and it is a special occasion he might drink a few more glasses. When he is really drunk I think I see him as quite seductive, trying to charm you and such, especially as you guys drink on special occasions the thought of sex is already in his mind and the alcohol just gets rid of his nerves to approach the subject. Honestly, he ends up all over you.

Alex Garel:

I think in the time he spent away from his home, set before Eva, he might have had a problem with drinking lots. So now that he is setting his life straight again, being back and working on robots, he doesn't drink as much. Occasionally he might but he always tries to stop getting into drinking daily. He is quite a sweet drunk tbh, he just wants to be with you, maybe dance with you, tell you again and again how much he loves you. He might even get some robots out and show you all the cool tricks he has managed to teach them as he wants to see how proud you are of him.

Konrad Koch:

He has to be sensible when drinking, as he lives at the school he teaches and he can't have the students seeing him drunk. But occasionally in the evening he might go out and have a few drinks to destress. He studied in England, so he has totally learnt how the English behave drunk and so mimics it in a way though he is back in Germany. He might chant one of his favourite football chants, maybe he will sing it to you. I can see him being a bit goofy, laughing more, making you dance with him etc but I don't see him ever getting blackout drunk, like to the point where he can't really control his actions, no he still has some control over his behaviour.

[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #23 - Fucking Machine - Zemo

Zemo was tied to the bench. His ankles were tied down with smooth red ropes, which pulled his legs apart into the spread eagle position. His hands were pulled over his head, stretched just enough to feel some strain on his arms, but not enough to cause him any amount of severe pain.

He was free to move his head, so he could lift his head up at any point and look down the expanse of his body to see what you were doing.

You had been moving things around for ages, sounding like you were making something, but he couldn't see what as you kept it out of his eyesight, but you had left him on edge for ages, and his cock was semi-hard, aching as he waited for you.

"Y/n…" he whined, bucking his hips slightly.

"Be patient, love,",

"I have been patient. For the last half an hour, I have been patient,"

"Then you can survive the next five minutes!"

It felt more like ten minutes to Zemo.

Eventually, you strolled over to Zemo, though, holding something in your arms. You placed it down between Zemo's legs, and he had to tilt his head up to see it, his jaw-dropping in surprise when he realised exactly what it was.

It was a machine, specially designed to push something back and forth, and attached to the machine, to pump it back and forth, was the largest Dildo Zemo had seen. His body quaked at the sight of it, already imaging how good it would feel to be stretched and filled by that thing.

"I can see how rapid your pupils have expanded. You can't wait to get that inside of you," you tease, grabbing a bottle of lube and pouring nearly all the containments onto the dildo. When you were done with that, you gathered the remaining lube and spread it on Zemo's asshole that was spread open for you. Zemo groaned at the cold feeling and pushed his head back onto the bench, feeling your finger prod at his ass.

Only when he heard mechanical sounds did he glance back up again to see the machine spring to life. He quickly nodded at you, letting you know he was ready and then the two of you watched as the machine pushed the dildo forward, the tip hitting Zemo's ass, and with a loud groan from Zemo, it pushed in, spreading his prepped rim wide as it pushed further.

Nearly all of it slipped in, filling Zemo perfectly, and then it pulled out, leaving him empty, yet soon enough, filling him again. Zemo couldn't keep his head up to watch the thing enter him. Instead, hitting in on the bench again as a moan escaped his lips, feeling how the dildo brushed up against his prostate.

You chuckled, watching the way Zemo was helpless to the machine fucking him but seeing how much he enjoyed it. Seeing how he thrust his hips up to try and push it deeper and even seeing the outline of the dildo inside Zemo on his abdomen.

You flicked a switch on the machine, increasing the speed of the thrusts to hear Zemo let out a sharp cry, taken back by surprise as you left the room, leaving Zemo alone to be fucked by it.

Time all merged in Zemo's mind. All it came down to was this machine fucking him, pushing the dildo in and out of him at a fast rate, yet still not fast enough. He was thrusting his hips to get it to push deeper into him and into his prostate, and while it was certainly satisfying and making him leak pre-cum over his chest, it wasn't enough to bring him to climax.

Zemo didn't even notice you come back into the room. Only when he felt your hand through his sweat wet hair, pulling on it and tugging him out of his thoughts. Almost the moment he did, he felt the intensity pick up, the machine now slamming into him, leaving him speechless.

“Look at you, so desperate to come from a machine fucking you. Truly pitiful.”

Zemo whined, letting out gasping moans as he felt his body now being moved up and down from the force of the machine pushing into him. It felt so good, too good. Both of you could see the way his cock twitched on his stomach, letting out another long dribble of pre-cum.

“Come on then, cum un-touched, cum without even needing to have your cock touched,”

Zemo closed his eyes, his mouth opening into a silent scream as he felt the machine push into him one more time, hitting his prostate with such force it left his body shaking as he finally came, cum going all over his chest. It made such a mess over him as he thrust his hips up in time to the pumps. And yet when he finally came down from his high, the machine was still there, still thrusting into him, making him hiss and bite his lower lip.

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[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #20 - Lactation - Andrea

Ever since you had announced to Andrea your pregnancy, he never left you alone.

Andrea was over the moon to know you two were having a child and instantly he was trying to babyproof the house, though you told him there was plenty of time to do so later. The next day, he had come home with many different books on how to look after babies and how to be a good father. He was so focused on doing well for them that it had been days since he last played the violin.

He was so careful around you as well, trying to make sure you weren’t doing anything that could put stress on you and doing everything he could to make your every day more comfortable, though some days it could become overbearing.

What you were more concerned about, though, was Andrea feeling like he would be replaced in your affections. Though he never would admit it, he loved to be your baby, being so needy for you and now that he was becoming a dad, he felt like he had to be responsible and not needy like he used to be. Though in the mornings you always awoke to him curled up in your arms, his face resting by your chest, wanting to suck on your breasts.

You suppose no matter what, something’s could never change in a guy.

It was in the evening when it happened. You and Andrea had just snuggled into bed, your arm wrapped around him as he lent into your shoulder. His eyes wouldn’t leave your breasts. His hand slowly reached out and palmed them, then looked up at you for permission.

“You know you can suck on them if you want Andrea,”

“Thank you mamusiu,” he murmurs, giving you a shy smile before pulling your top down to expose your breasts, which had swelled in the recent weeks. His delicate hands came to cover them briefly, squeezing the tissues in his palms to feel their warmness.

After a few minutes of fondling them, Andrea moved forward and took one nipple between his lips and ran his tongue over the sensitive bud, and then sucked.

Then you both let out a cry of surprise as Andrea pulled back. Just as he sucked, you felt something come out of you, something you had never felt before. While as Andrea had started to suck, he suddenly felt some liquid in his mouth and pulled back in shock.

Both of you stared as a drop of white breast milk formed on the top of your nipple, gleaming in the light.

“I must have started lactation early,” you murmur to yourself, moving to cradle that sensitive breast. You expected Andrea to say something in return, but he remained silent and eventually, you turned your head to look at him and realised his eyes were focused on the drop intently as he licked his lip absentmindedly.

Though he had only tasted it for a split second before pulling back, it had tasted wonderful on his tongue and he instantly was hit with a craving to taste more.

“Andrea?”

He was pulled from his thoughts and instantly looked away from you, blushing. “Sorry, y/n…”

“D-do you want to taste it?”

His face glanced back to yours, eyes wide at your statement. “Y-You sure?”

You smirk at him and nod, “Go ahead, Andrea,”

Hesitantly, he dipped his head down again and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He started sucking, and your hand instantly grasped his hair to hold him close to you as you felt him beginning to suck the milk out of your breast. Andrea’s eyes immediately fluttered closed as he drank the milk, delighting in the sweet taste of it as it warmed his throat.

He started to suck intently, letting out little moans as his lips moved over your nipples, trying to drink everything he could from it, determined not to miss a spot.

His tongue flicked your nipple as well to make you shudder, but mostly he sucked until no more milk flowed out of your nipple. Slowly you pulled away, and you chuckled, seeing a drop of milk on his lower lip. You moved your hand to hold his chin as you wiped the droplet of milk with your thumb and stuck it into his mouth so he would suck your thumb while he started in your eyes.

After you pulled your thumb away from him, your hand returned to his hair, stroking him.

“Did you enjoy that, Andrea?”

“More than anything,”

“Well, there is still one more for you to drink from love,”

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[sub-danny]

Them: I bet he’s a beast in bed, I’d love for him to rail me and I’d thank him for stepping on my face

Me: aw look at the baby boy, poor puppy just needs someone to hug and cuddle him and tell him he’s a good boy, press little kisses on his cheeks and praise him until he’s begging for more

@ the danny bunch

Andrea completely agrees with you

All of the Danny bunch are just babies who need to be treated well and looked after, as you say calling them good boy, hugs and cuddles, little kisses, the lot 🥺 they all deserve to be adored and doted on as the submissive bunch that they are.

This reminded me of a dream I had last night where I was talking to Laszlo and I was saying something that was making him smile and look to the floor as he blushed and he was just so adorable looking as he did that, my sweet boy.

[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #25 - Pegging - Zemo

Welp here it is, the very last prompt for kinkmas! I hope all of you have enjoyed all of these as much as I have enjoyed writing them for you. Frankly I'm suprised I was able to get something out every day but I'm glad to be able to. I wish you all a Merry Christmas, or to have a nice day if you don't celebrate it and I look forward to getting back to the requests I have in my ask box for the new year! Enjoy :)

Zemo was a sight before you.

Who knew that a man who seemed to always have the upper hand, who had not only been the one to break the avengers but had been a Baron of a country and held an influential position of power over so many people, would look so good lying on your bed naked, arms around his legs hoisting them up over his chest to expose his waiting ass to you.

“My, my, quite the pretty boy,” you say, walking towards the bed to stroke your hand over his thigh. You watched how his body twitched at your touch, it being unexpected.

“I’m ready y/n,” Zemo murmurs, trying to look up to see you, but it was too much of a strain, so he resided to staring up at the ceiling.

“I know darling, I know,”

You stood behind him, already wearing your harness. The strap on Zemo had chosen, purple, dangling between your legs. You had ensured Zemo was stretched before, making him use his fingers and show off to you while you sat on your seat above him, just watching him, and when he had done that and got into the position, you still grasped your lube and coated his ass with it.

Now you had just finished lubing up your strap on, and you grasped Zemo's hips, pulling him down the bed and just before your hips.

"You look to needy love,"

"Every man has his needs," he was quick to reply, wiggling his hips to thrust his ass up more for you.

"Yes, but they are not all like you,"

"How dreadful if they were,"

You hum in agreement, grasping your strap on in your hand and pressing the tip to his ass.

"Zemo?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Merry Christmas."

As soon as the words left your lips, you pushed into him, watching how his rim stretched and let you push your strap on fully into him. Zemo's back instantly arched as he moaned, his eyelids fluttering as he felt how you stretched him open and filled him fully.

Once you were entirely inside of him, you gave him a few minutes to get used to the feeling of your strap inside of him, but when he nodded at you to let you know to continue, you did so. You dragged it out, letting just the tip rest within Zemo, and then you snapped your hips forward, pushing it back into him.

You held onto his hips, keeping him still as you thrusted into him, hearing the little gasps and moans he let out every time your strap on brushed up against his prostate. It felt so good to him to feel you hold him and push into him while being able to watch you stand over him, truly the best Christmas gift he has received.

After a few minutes, one of your hands left his hip to wrap around his cock instead, stroking his hard cock to stimulate him further. Zemo started to thrust his hips, overwhelmed by both pleasures you were giving to him. He didn't hold back from all the moans that escaped his lips now as pre-cum leaked from his tip, covering his chest as his body was still thrusted on the bed.

"Are you close, darling?"

"Yes, yes, desperately so,"

You gave him a few more tugs on his cock as you picked up your pace, slamming into his ass harder. You squeezed his hip, pressing your thumb onto the underside of his cock as he let out a loud moan. His body convulsed as he felt his balls pull up, and finally, his eyes rolled back into his head as he came all over his body.

You continued to pump him and thrust into him as he came, ensuring to milk him off all of his cum and to stimulate him to the very end. Finally, when Zemo came down from his high, panting, you let go of his cock and slipped out of him. His ass remained stretched, almost begging for you to slip back in, but you knew he needed rest.

You gathered up tissues and towels and cleaned Zemo down while he was dazed out. When he finally came back around, he found you handing him a mug of hot chocolate.

"Thank you, darling, you truly are something special,"

"And you love, are my favourite Christmas gift,"

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Ultimate Sub-Daniel Brühl masterlist

Here I will be compiling a list of all the sub (and switch as that at least includes some sub) series, one-shots and drabble of Daniel characters so it's easier for people to find sub stuff that they are looking for! I hope this is of use to you and to all the writers I put on here, I love you guys so much.

I'll keep updating this list with more stuff I find, and if you guys know any that isn't on this list, send me a message or an ask recommending it!

I'll also be taking sub drabble requests on this account 😊

Zemo:

Wine Red - by @cazzyimagines (switch) after a long evening at work, Zemo comes home to find you have set up a romantic evening full of drinking, cuffs, rope and blindfolds

Scheiße - by @cazzyimagines, Zemo has been wanting to try this for a while, but finally, he and you decide to buy your first strap on so you can peg him

Pink in the night - by @rosemaremembrance, After Zemo has to kiss you in front of Selby, you ask how long it had been since he had kissed someone. When you find out you are determined to do it better now and to take control of the man who is so often used to being in control

The empress - by @rosemaremembrance, series this is chapter 1, the second chapter includes the smut, So You're Babysitting Your Ex's Pet Villain: How to Demoralize Yourself in 8 Easy Steps

On your knees - by @dreaminrubies, After a long day at work, sometimes Zemo just needs to let go and have you take control over him

Sub!Zemo begging mummy to let him suck on her tits - by @mypoisonedvine (drabble)

Sub!Zemo getting restrained and blindfolded - by @cazzyimagines (drabble)

Colonel Zemo discovering his knife kink - by @mypoisonedvine (drabble)

Reader and Zemo engaging in puppy play - by @sub-danny (drabble)

Teacher's pet - by @dreaminrubies, You indulge in a little fantasy with Zemo

Baron Zemo Imagine - by @laszlover, While on the mission, you decide to treat Zemo

Locked up - by @sub-danny, Imagine Zemo committing a crime you weren't happy with and so in return, you forced him to wear a chastity belt/cock cage as punishment for a day or two

Sleepy Zemo - by @sub-danny, zemo absolutely LOVING to just pull your top down and suck on your breasts as much as you’ll let him or he falls asleep while sucking on them, it just relaxes him

Laszlo:

Ride me all the way - by @cazzyimagines, You and Laszlo were spending after hours at the institute trying to figure out why Libby and Goo Goo indulged in their interests. Laszlo seems to believe the answers lay within his books whereas you decide what he needs is a more practical lesson including a mummy kink.

I see you shiver with antic…pation - by, @cazzyimagines, After Laszlo snapped at you one evening, for the rest of the week you edge Laszlo till he nearly collapses

Psychopathia Sexualis (chapter 14) - by @scuttle-buttle, as part of a series (which I really recommend checking out) after an argument between you and Laszlo he comes back to apologise and you make sure to let him know who he belongs to with a little bit of mummy kink, play, orgasm denial, overstimulation and a lot more

The urges we can't admit - by @nbraraeaves, an ongoing series, Dr. Kreizler finally takes former patient Mrs. Williams up on her offer for some “self-exploration” at her fine New York establishment and ends up spending the evening with you - a practised expert in the sadistic arts. The night tests both of your limits in the most interesting and satisfying ways.

Sub!Laszlo with praise kink - by @mypoisonedvine (drabble)

Overstimulating Laszlo for trying to be a good boy - by @sub-danny (drabble)

The marriage of happiness - by @rumblelibrary, As Laszlo worries about the repercussions of him investigating the baby killer to his own, new family, you comfort Laszlo and allow him to taste you for the first time.

Modern sugar baby Laszlo - by @sub-danny (drabble)

Laszlo and Lactation kink - by @dreaminrubies (drabble)

After a stressful day - by @sub-danny (drabble)

Good boy - by @sub-danny (drabble)

All work and no play - by @rosemaremembrance, Laszlo can never be quite as firm with you as he wants, but oh, how he tries.

Andrea Marowski:

A Deserving Punishment - by @cazzyimagines, After Andrea acted up when you two were in public, you take him back to a private train carriage and teach him a lesson through spanking, bondage and edging

His sweet melody - by, @cazzyimagines, It had been months since you last saw Andrea after he went on tour but now he was back you were going to make sure you gave him so much pleasure that he would be screaming by the end of it

Better love - by @rosemaremembrance, though you and Andrea may have a language barrier, such things do not matter when it comes down to lust

Andrea and male boyfriend, overstimulation smut - by @cazzyimagines, (drabble)

Positive Reinforcement - by @rosemaremembrance, You've been teaching Andrea to speak English. You like to have fun testing his progress.

Andrea and his doctor boyfriend getting a doctor kink - by @sub-danny (drabble)

You and Andrea's first time, by @boneheadduluc

Andrea wanting to get pegged, by @sub-danny

Au natural morning, by @sub-danny

The nightdress, by @sub-danny

Andrea x fem!escort, by @sugar-sweets-fanfic

Throw me a bone, by @mypoisonedvine, he loves being your puppy, and he's quite well-trained if a little rambunctious. and you love being his mommy, though you've absolutely spoiled him rotten.

Niki Lauda:

Fucking Niki on his car because he spends more time with it - by @sub-danny (drabble)

Putting Niki in his place and making him shut up - by @sub-danny (drabble)

Eine ratte und eine maus - by @writteninsaturn, after the accident people question niki and your marriage, putting doubts in niki’s mind. So you decide to settle everyone’s doubts once and for all

The winner's prize - by @sub-danny (drabble)

Ernst Schmidt:

Setting limits - by, @rumblelibrary, after Ernst scolds you too far for being loud you decide to take matters into your own hand and finish yourself off, denying him the pleasure of being able to touch you

Ernst and fisting kink - by @dreaminrubies (drabble)

What happens under the sheets - by @sub-danny, Actual Volkov teasing Ernst to get pegged by you and thats actually a fact but he has no clue

Alex Kerner:

Sweet disposition (Chapter 3) - by @bruhlsbees, Alex Kerner, a senior film student, is invited by his friend, denis, to sit in with him during his romanticism in literature class. after attending the first class, Alex develops a crush on the professor. is the boyish crush towards you just that, or is there something more?

Alex and his boyfriend try to hide the fact that they are hooking up - by @cazzyimagines (drabble)

Mummy kink and spanking bratty Alex - by @sub-danny (drabble)

Pretty boy - by @rosemaremembrance, Your boyfriend Alex is rather cute in the mornings. Trying to make a movie about it leads to further developments in your relationship.

Tis' the dam season - by @rosemaremembrance, Coinciding family holiday parties create a bit of tension during the 'happiest' time of the year, but distance makes the heart grow fonder, as it turns out.

Sebastian Zöllner:

Born to beg - by @dreaminrubies, Sebastian is a little shit at a dinner party. You decide to remind him of his place, on his knees, obeying you.

The Artist and his Muse - by @rumblelibrary, Sebastian has fallen completely head over heels for his school's art model but when he finally gets to paint her in his own home what things might happen?

Best boy - by @dreaminrubies, Your boy is desperately needy.

Daniel AU's:

Hellfire - by @cazzyimagines, Father Daniel has some quite strong words to say about abnormal sex but when it comes down to you can he really listen to his own preaching or will his own devil let him fall into that irresistible temptation.

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