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Doctor | Laszlo Kreizler x gn!reader

@king-trash-cryptid asked: This isnt on the prompt list but could you write something with Laszlo and a sick reader?

summary: Laszlo drops everything to help you get better when you're sick, quite literally everything.

tws: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, sickness

Laszlo didn't like it one bit. Being sick was awful enough to see in his patients, in those he treated and those he tried to help, but seeing his own partner sick was completely different; his steady hand would shake and he would drop everything if you so much as grumbled and coughed, he wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't help you to get better. He hated seeing you so unwell. Even though you reassured him time and time again that you were fine, that you just had a cold and you would be right as rain in a matter of days, he was determined to help you get better.

He asked for your family's traditional recipes, which were sent to him through the post and written in partially smudged ink but still legible; he could remember a few of his own, recipes for soups and stews and broths that would certainly help. He had a recipe for practically every day of the week, something for you to at least look forward to despite your lack of appetite; although it was a hard thing to come across and it costed more than Laszlo was ready to admit, he made sure that there was ice for you to have in every drink you could stomach.

Laszlo knew, though, he knew it wouldn't last but he was still more than determined to help you through it; he gave you medication, he fed you, he gave you whatever you could stomach when it came to drinks, he swapped the duvet on the bed for a thinner blanket, he opened the windows. The fever wasn't too bad, it was more the coughing and the lack of appetite that concerned him.

The lack of energy was another thing, but fatigue and lethargy were known to make an appearance during illness; still, it was something that he kept his eye on. Especially because you were so determined to try and move around and to get about your day. He wasn't having that.

Everyone had been told not to visit Laszlo, mostly so he could focus on looking after you, but also because you had told him not to have anyone over in case they could get sick from you; it worked out either way.

But as he sat there now, laid next to you and looking at you with great concern, Laszlo gently pressed the back of his hand to your sweat soaked forehead.

"How is it, Doc?" You joked weakly, your voice hoarse and raw and the words stinging and scraping as they fell from your mouth.

Laszlo wiped the back of his hand on his shirt, and smiled a little. "You're not as feverish as you were. Do you think you'll be able to sleep?"

A rattling cough gave him his answer, but you still tried your best to smile at him. "I can try... I can go downstairs and sleep on the sofa so you can have a quiet night."

Laszlo shook his head, pulling at your arm gently until he could lace his fingers with yours, holding on tightly as he cracked a smile. "I'm not going anywhere. One night's sleep being missed won't mean anything."

You glared at him, trying not to laugh because you knew it would make your ribs ache and would make your chest tighten and feel like it was being stabbed with a blunt axe. "Yet you have a go at me about staying up."

"I have to," he said quietly. "I... I care about you, and I don't want you to be in pain."

You huffed, nodding and daring to wriggle up against his side, sighing heavily and coughing for a while before you groaned and swallowed thickly, able to feel mucous and phlegm at the back of your throat, the sticky texture of it making you want to gag and retch. "Laszlo?"

"Yes?"

"I love you," you whispered. "But tomorrow... no fucking soup, or stew, or broth or whatever the fuck. I'm sick of that shit."

"You're sick," he pointed out. "It'll help."

"So would a chilie, or a curry," you told him.

Laszlo hummed. "I can see what I can do about it... maybe Cyrus can take me to town and I can get some things but... would you be alright?"

"Yeah," you said gently, trying to be soft on your own throat. "I'm sick, I'm not dying. Or stupid."

He nodded, able to feel your sweat drip down on his shirt, a small pool of it starting to form; a shirt could be cleaned, though, you being sick wouldn't be cured overnight. "Is there anything you need? Medicine, water, food, or-"

"I'd kill for a cigarette," you admitted.

"You're sick, smoking isn't going to help," he grumbled. "I meant anything to help you relax."

"A lick of whisky wouldn't do much harm," you mused. "You got any of that hanging about?"

"Actually, yes," he nodded. "I'll get it in a minute."

"Thank you."

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Snapshot in the Fast Lane - Chapter 3

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Chapter Summary: It’s race day, and it turns out that the involvement of one James Simon Wallis Hunt acts as a catalyst to kick off the romance between you and Niki.

AO3 Link – SNAPSHOT IN THE FAST LANE

Chapter Rating: M

Relationships: Niki Lauda x fem! photographer Reader

Chapter Tags: F1 Journalists, Photography, Ferrari being amazing, Luca di Montezemolo, Niki Lauda, James Hunt, James causing chaos, First Kisses, Awkward Romance

Word Count: 3.9k

Chapter Warnings: none

A/N: This update took a bit but it's a longer chapter, so enjoy!

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Just as you had promised, you showed up five minutes before eleven o'clock at Niki’s trailer. The door was already open, and a few official looking men in Ferrari shirts were already walking inside. You saw Clay lining up too, and you greeted him.

“Hey,” you said, giving him a wave. “I was told to be here at eleven. I guess there’s a meeting happening?” Clay nodded, and he gave you a cordial kiss on both cheeks.

“Yes, Niki told me you would be coming. I don’t think that you should encounter trouble with the other officials, they were all briefed that you would be present. Plus, there are only a few people.” You nodded, glad that you wouldn’t have to explain anything to disrupt their meeting.

“Wonderful.”

The meeting went very smoothly, and you were able to take a few photographs from your position outside of the group circle. The team would have never allowed a journalist to be inside an important strategy meeting like this, but because you only had your cameras instead of a tape recorder, your presence was tolerated.

Luca did most of the talking, but every once in a while either Clay or Niki would say something. You also noticed that Niki would glance at you every once in a while, as if he was ensuring that you were still there and that you were alright.

Soon, Daniele Audetto concluded the team huddle, and everyone was walking outside again to prepare for the race. You waited until most of the men had left, and intentionally held back so that it was just you and Niki alone inside.

You walked over to where he was sitting on the small sofa. He was changing into his racing boots, and you were suddenly struck with how intimate it felt to be alone with him like this. You watched as Niki shrugged on his racing overalls over his fireproof turtleneck, and he looked up at you with a small grin.

“I hope that wasn’t too boring,” he said, zipping up the front of his uniform. “Not many exciting things were happening.” You waved off his words, shaking your head.

“No, it was great. Thank you for inviting me. Especially so close to race time,” you said. Niki nodded, still looking up at you pleasantly, almost as if he was waiting for something.

“Well, good luck in the race,” you told him. “I’ll be cheering for you.” With a quick glance towards the trailer door to ensure that the two of you were alone, you leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was short, and sweet, and it could easily have been brushed off as something between friends if either of you wanted it to be.

However, as you pulled away, Niki didn’t look as if he wanted to brush it off as something only between friends. Instead, he gazed up at you with a very intense yet sincere expression. It looked as if he was eager to accept anything you were willing to give.

Before you could lose your nerve, you leaned down and gently pressed your lips to his, cradling his cheek as you gave him the kind of kiss you had been waiting ages for. Niki surprised you by kissing back with just as much desire, and even though it was relatively tame, you could just sense the buzz of passion underneath.

When you drew back this time, you were pleased to see that Niki looked just as flustered as you felt. You knew the flush in your cheeks probably matched his own, and you could practically feel your heart beating out of your chest. Damn. After a moment of silence, he spoke up.

“I should invite you to more meetings, if that means all of them can end like this,” Niki teased, and you laughed away some of your nerves.

“I can’t make any promises, but if we see each other alone, there may be more of this,” you said, chuckling. You suddenly heard loud voices, and you realized again that the trailer door was still open. You had to get going, and so did Niki, or else there would definitely be gossip about you two based on how long you had spent in his trailer.

“Sorry for holding you up. I have to get back to the paddock anyways, and you probably need to as well,” you said, stepping away. Niki rose and caught your arm before you could leave.

“Wait,” he called, causing you to turn. The Austrian walked over to you, and he gave you a kiss on the cheek, mirroring the one you had given him earlier. He grinned, looking happier than you had ever seen him. Which was unique, especially for Niki.

“I will see you soon,” he said, smiling at you and displaying his adorable overbite. You nodded and grinned, watching as he shifted on his feet. You stepped down out of the trailer, and you looked back to find him still watching you from inside, leaning against the doorframe with his hands stuffed in his pockets. You barely stopped yourself from waving, suddenly aware of the presence of other media and cameras that were scattered about the paddock.

Your mind was racing as you started down the line of garages towards where you saw Emerson Fittipaldi chatting with a few other drivers. A romance with a Formula 1 driver wasn’t the most intelligent decision in the world, with all of the publicity and gossip that would likely follow, but it wasn’t impossible. You decided that whatever it was that you and Niki were going to embark on, you would just need to be honest with him about what you wanted. No bullshit. Not with the media around the two of you.

As you drew near Fittipaldi’s garage, you greeted some of the Brazilian journalists who were scattered around. Already, there were a few cameras pointed in the dashing Brazilian’s face. Emmo was handling all of the attention like a pro, grinning his wide smile and jovially answering interview questions. Well, it was time for you to get to work.

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As you had promised, you positioned yourself in the Ferrari garage for most of the race. Niki was on pole, with James in second and Clay starting in third, and there was no way you were going to miss this battle.

Fortunately, the light was shining on the Italian team today, and three quarters of the way into the race, you began to experience some of the incredibly passionate emotions from the Ferrari team. The mechanics would cheer every time Niki passed the pits, and you could only wait in apprehension, hoping that he was able to hold his lead.

With three laps to go, you pulled out your camera again, because Hunt had dropped back in the positions, which meant that Clay was now second, just trailing Lauda. Luca started to go crazy in the garage, and you laughed in excitement as you watched him dash around, mumbling to himself anxiously in Italian. You knew Luca was one of Niki’s good friends, as well as his manager, and watching the man get so excited each time Niki drove by was absolutely thrilling.

Finally, the drivers were on their last lap, and you ran out with the Ferrari team to crowd the pit wall. Luca, ecstatic and insane as always, actually ran out on the track along with a few other Ferrari mechanics and waved his arms in delight as Niki approached the finish line. Your camera shutter was flying as you watched the checkered flag drop, Niki in first and Clay trailing him to finish in a close second.

You could have sworn Luca jumped ten feet in the air as Niki’s car zoomed past, and you had no doubt that he would be congratulating the Ferrari boys ecstatically after the race. After you had taken a few shots of the Ferrari mechanics celebrating, you hurried off to the podium.

With a Ferrari 1-2, the Italian fans were ecstatic. Your own emotions for Niki were running wild, but you had to smother them for the time being as you tried to shove your way through the Tifosi mob who had raided the track. The Italians flooded to the podium stage, eager to fight for a spot close to the front so that they could celebrate their heroes.

You were barely able to jockey your way past a few other photographers towards the front of the media area which offered a prime view of the podium stage. After waiting for the drivers to do their parade lap, you finally were able to see them climb onto the podium and accept their trophies and champagne.

You couldn’t keep the grin of elation off of your face as you watched the drivers stand for their national anthems, with Niki at the top. After the music had finished, the champagne battle was fairly tame, with Clay and Jody Scheckter doing most of the spraying. Niki turned his own bottle towards the fans, and he sprayed the bubbly drink outwards at the hundreds of people, who cheered wildly in delight.

You managed to capture several photos of Niki pouring the golden liquid out over the Tifosi, and plenty of pictures of Clay and Jody spraying each other. Clay did a sneak attack on Niki and funneled a good amount of champagne at the Austrian’s back, which made Niki turn around and spray him in revenge. You couldn’t contain your laughter at Niki’s mischievous expression, and you decided that you would process that photo and keep it just to show to him the next time you saw each other.

Soon, you were ready to reload the film in your camera, and you figured that the highlights of the day were fizzling out. You watched as a few of the television commentators climbed on the podium to interview the drivers. Sure enough, you saw Heinz walking around with the Austrian television crew, ready to interview Niki. Well, you would get back to the pits and look for any drivers who had stuck around after the race. You started walking back, and you heard a familiar voice.

“Bloody incredible race, don’t you think?” You turned and were pleased to see Henry walking up beside you, along with another journalist who was jotting down a few notes on a notepad. You grinned and nodded, glad to see him.

“Yep, and what did I say about a Ferrari win?” you teased, winking at him. “I was right.” Henry rolled his eyes and nodded.

“I daresay you have a talent for predicting these things,” he said, looking at the cameras you had strapped over your shoulder. “Did you get some good photos? Including the one of Emerson that I requested?” You nodded. Even with all of the Ferrari excitement, you hadn’t forgotten about your friend’s request.

“Yes, I got it,” you said, brandishing your camera. “I’ll process the film in the next few days, and I’ll call your editor later to chat more about the pricing.” Suddenly, your conversation was interrupted as you heard someone calling your name.

“Lads, it’s about time I caught up with you!” The three of you turned to find a breathless James Hunt jogging out of the McLaren garage and towards you. Henry grinned.

“James, what are you up to now?” Sutton asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is it something with girls?” When James looked directly at you, you gave him a suspicious glare.

“James, may I remind you that I am not doing a photoshoot of you with a woman for Playboy magazine, no matter how many times you request it,” you told him, only half joking. You loved the bastard, but he was always up to something. James waved off your comment and instead gestured for you to follow him.

“No no, nothing of that sort, I promise,” he said, reaching out a hand for you. “But I do need someone to witness an elaborate scheme that I have developed, and I think you would enjoy it the most.” You rolled your eyes and apologized to the other two journalists before you followed James through the paddock.

“Alright, Hunt, you better tell me what’s going on,” you said as soon as you were out of earshot of the other men. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating your fourth place finish right now?” You noticed that James had turned away from the garages and was now heading towards the trailer area.

“Yes, in a few moments I will go console myself with a few lonely women and probably have far too many drinks in the process,” James said, making a beeline for Niki’s trailer. “But for now, I need to give Rattie a proper congratulations.”

You had no idea what that meant, but it was a bit late to back out now, and there was no way you would miss James pulling a prank or whatever he intended on Niki. You suddenly remembered the kiss that you and the Austrian had shared earlier, and you fell silent. James noticed.

“Niki talked about you yesterday,” Hunt said, and you almost tripped over your feet in surprise. Dammit.

“He did?” you asked, unsure where this was going. James nodded, grinning at you.

“Somehow you’ve managed to work your way into that complex brain of his,” Hunt said, pushing his long golden hair out of his eyes while the two of you continued to trek through the grass. “I daresay you’ve managed to distract him. But clearly, not enough, because he won today. And that is absolutely unacceptable from my point of view. More distraction is needed, I think.” You rolled your eyes at his teasing, but on the inside, you were glad to know that Niki was thinking about you.

“To be honest, I have no idea how the two of you haven’t just…gone at it yet, if you know what I mean,” James said, giving you a devilish smirk as he made a crude and more than suggestive hand gesture. You shoved him playfully, feeling your face burn as James laughed.

“James, not all relationships work like that. I don’t exactly move at Mach 10,” you scolded him, but your heart raced at even the suggestion. James just shrugged innocently.

“Well, from the way I see things, I would barely know that the two of you were interested in each other at all! I mean, all you do is stare at each other longingly in the pits without saying a word.” James stopped as you finally arrived at Niki’s trailer. A red scooter was parked outside, and you figured that Niki had used it to make it back here much quicker than the two of you did after the podium.

“But fortunately, that’s why I’m here. To break the ice and move things along.” Without knocking, James opened the door to his friend’s trailer and stepped inside, gesturing for you to follow. James didn’t announce his presence, and you remained quiet as you looked around for Niki. He didn’t seem to be in the main area of the trailer, so you glanced at James in confusion.

Your curiosity was answered a moment later when the side door to the restroom opened and Niki walked out. Your jaw dropped as you saw him, and you suddenly knew the reason James had dragged you in here without an announcement.

Niki was only half dressed, shirtless with his racing overalls bunched at his waist. He was in the middle of toweling off his hair, which was damp from champagne. After a few seconds of you unabashedly staring at the Austrian’s lean form, Niki finally saw the two of you standing there in the middle of his trailer.

He jumped and let out a yelp of surprise, immediately using the towel as a shield in front of him. Any apologies that you were going to make died in your throat. Taking him by surprise like this wasn’t exactly how you wanted to make a good impression.

“Scheisse! James!” Niki said, immediately glaring at his friend after he recovered from his initial shock. You looked away in panic and tried to back up, but James had strategically placed himself between you and the door. He was pretending to look innocent and casual, as if he had nothing to do with this.

“Oh no, look at that. Sorry for bursting in here unannounced, Niki, I had no idea you would be undressed,” James said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. You finally managed to elbow your way past James, and the Englishman opened the trailer door for you as you stepped out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this, love,” he said, giving you a wink.

“James, you absolute fu–,” Hunt closed the door, cutting off whatever Niki had been about to say. You let out a shaky sigh. What had just happened? You paced back and forth on the grass, listening to the muffled shouts and arguing from inside the trailer.

Honestly never knew what to expect when you were around James Hunt, but you supposed you had him to thank for giving you that surprising sight of Niki. Why did the Austrian have to look so good, especially when he was sweaty and soaked in champagne? Part of you ached to see more of him, but the other part was afraid he would be angry after what had just happened.

After a few minutes, the trailer door opened again and James peeked his head out, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Ah, you can come in now,” he said softly, stepping aside to let you through the door. Tentatively, you walked inside again, still unsure of what you would see. You were slightly relieved, if a bit disappointed, to find Niki fully clothed in his usual outfit of sweater and jeans.

Niki still looked angry, and he stood with his arms crossed, glaring accusingly at James. Fortunately, it was obvious that none of his rage was directed towards you. You could practically feel the tension between the two friends, and you cautiously took a seat on the sofa, watching them as they looked at each other.

“Apologize, to her, James,” Niki said, jerking his head slightly at you. Hunt sighed and raised his hands, looking truly apologetic this time.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you in here this way. I knew he would be changing when we came in here,” he said. “Any anger Niki has should be directed at me. Anyways, I’ll make myself scarce after this.” James’s words were short but sincere, and you nodded at him, acknowledging his apology. Honestly, you weren’t that offended by his actions, but you knew Niki had to be a bit embarrassed at being surprised like that.

“Thank you,” you said, giving James a smile that told him you were alright. Niki remained silent, still glaring at James. Hunt must have decided that it was time to leave, and he stepped towards the door.

“Well, you two have a lovely evening,” he said, hopping out of the trailer. “See you later, Niki.” You watched as James clicked the door shut, and you saw him saunter away through the window. Niki was still glaring at the door, his arms folded. Well that wouldn’t do.

“Niki, it’s alright, I promise,” you said, standing up next to him. You placed a hand on his shoulders, and you could feel the tension in his muscles. It was endearing to see how he was ready to defend you, and to make his best friend apologize for putting you both in an embarrassing situation.

“Niki, please, I’m not too bothered by it. James was being stupid,” you reassured him again. You placed your hands on his crossed arms, and you gently coaxed them open so that you could step closer. You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him, pressing your cheek against his. It felt so good to be so close to him like this, and you immediately knew that you would have to hug him more often. Niki surprised you by embracing you back, and he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry he’s such an idiot,” the Austrian said softly, his hands making awkward but soothing motions against your back. You chuckled.

“As I said, I wasn’t too bothered,” you told him, letting one of your hands drift up to the nape of his neck so that your fingers could play with his curly brown hair. “I’m sorry we surprised you. But honestly, I wouldn’t mind seeing you shirtless more often.” You grinned as you heard Niki suck in a breath, and you pulled back to gaze at him.

“Really?” he asked, and somehow he managed to look innocent and cocky at the same time. His charm made you laugh.

“Yes, really,” you joked, and you grinned as he leaned forward to give you a playful kiss. His hands drifted down to cup your ass, and your fingers drifted through his hair, scratching gently along his scalp as he kissed you. He smelled like sweat, champagne, and petrol, plus something else that was just so uniquely…Niki.

Your embrace turned heated, but before you could lose your head, you regretfully pulled away. Niki chased your lips for a moment before he let go of you, looking adorably confused. You felt bad for cutting this short, but also, you needed to get back to the hotel. You still had to get your photos processed before tomorrow, and you couldn’t spend all night with him in his trailer.

“I’m sorry, Niki,” you said, giving him an apologetic smile. “I have to get back. A few editors are expecting photos by tomorrow, and I promised I would have them ready. I need to send them in to be processed tonight, which means I can’t stay.” You watched Niki’s face fall at the thought of you leaving, but then he quickly masked his disappointment.

“Ok. You do what you need to,” he said, giving you a nod. With anyone else, you would have thought he was insulted, but Niki’s direct words were simply honest.

“Thank you for understanding. And go celebrate your win tonight,” you said, giving him a playful pat on the jaw. Niki cracked a grin, and he looked at you proudly.

“You know I don’t party,” he said, watching as you gathered your things. You just leveled him with a knowing look.

“Right,” you said teasingly. “But I also know that you can enjoy a whiskey and coke as good as the rest of them. Plus, I’m sure James would like to see you there. I think he’d like to make up for this afternoon somehow.” You watched Niki contemplate the idea before giving a reluctant nod.

“Fine. I will go because you want me to,” he said, walking with you out of the trailer. You laughed.

“Alright. I’ll be thinking about you,” you told him. Niki grinned and looked down shyly at his feet, kicking distractedly at the dirt.

“You too,” he said, and you smiled.

“I’ll see you next Friday at practice. Then you can tell me all about it.”

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Epilogue

WC: 1232

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: mentions of kidnapping, descriptions of injuries, mild angst, flufffffffff

A/N: I live for the parallels okay i've been plotting it since like chapter 3 (which may or may not have been 8 months ago oof). Thank you all for sticking with this story, I know it took me forever to finish it but life got in the way and I had such writer's block. Many blessings to you and to our favorite sassy Austrian man ❤

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You shuffle quietly into the gallery. There weren’t many people around, it being a Monday morning and all. The weather was so nice that the tourists were out and about today instead of inside. Tomorrow they would flock here when the weather was grey and gloomy. But for now you enjoyed the peace. You enjoyed the quiet.

The serenity of the near-empty Uffizi puts you at ease. So much had gone on during the last month of your life - from going undercover, to being kidnapped, to the few weeks you spent recovering in the hospital. It wasn’t all that bad. Sure, you ached still. Yellowing bruises littered your skin, some worse than others. The few spots where you’d needed stitches were healing well. Your ribs were already feeling much better and you needed less of the pain medication they prescribed you. Looking in the mirror was a foreign sensation to you, having the mottled colors peak through and swollen spots distort your features. You avoided it where you could. Being alone in the gallery meant less stares; you could enjoy the art without people asking why you looked like you were hit by a train. 

Footsteps echo through the high-ceilinged chamber. She watches as you approach; her gaze as piercing and intimate as ever. You wonder if she truly is embodying her delicate femininity, her innocence, from her pose. Or if she embraces the passion, the fire, within her own fingers’ embrace. The painting makes you ponder if everything was worth it. If all the pain and fear you experienced in catching Lombardi was worth it. All for a collection of brushstrokes. 

You meet her eyes again. Maybe they hold the answer to your question? Maybe they hold the answer to life itself. Venus stares back unblinking. 

It was. It was worth it.

A quiet set of footsteps come from behind. They stop. It’s silent again. 

You don’t turn around. You know who it is already, the gait that’s become so familiar to you. A minute passes by. You shift your weight from your left to your right. “How did you know where to find me?” Despite how softly you ask, your voice bounces around the gallery. 

“I know you.” His answer is too easy. You hum. “I heard from Garnier this morning, he said you were discharged to the hotel. I only came to say goodbye. When I knocked you didn’t answer. I figured …where else would you go? So, I realized you get out of the hospital and the first place you go is here - to see Venus.” He shrugs out of the corner of your vision. Niki knew it was against your wishes for him to find you, but above all else he desperately needed to hear from your own lips that you were alright, otherwise he would never find peace. 

Your eyes remain locked to hers. “Am I that obvious?”

“No. I just hoped I was right.” You can hear the smile in his voice. Finally you turn to look at him. 

The first few days in the hospital you were barely conscious. Doctors wanted you to rest and gather your strength, so you were heavily sedated. Few memories remain from it. The only constant you can remember is the soft, sweet smell of fresh cut flowers every day. You knew it had to be Niki. 

You refused visitors. Only the doctors, nurses, and once Garnier, were given permission to visit while you recovered. 

As much as you wanted to see Niki you couldn’t. You were a reminder of your own screw up - of his too. Seeing you in pain and bruised and bloody would no doubt make everything worse. He didn’t need to carry that weight; it was your own fault. You had insisted on going out. And you had willingly gone with Lombardi. There was no reason to remind Niki of that. So no visitors. 

That didn’t stop Niki from coming though. Every day he came and waited. You knew he was there, too. Sometimes nurses would come by and speak of him, their expressions pitying for the poor man in the waiting room. Whether it was the cracks in your ribs or keeping the man outside your door that hurt your chest worse, you weren’t sure.

The stay in the hospital gave you time to think. Think about your life, what you wanted, where you could go and the things you could do. You had your father’s inheritance - the sky's the limit. Perhaps you would travel more, see the sites and visit different cultures around the world. Expand your knowledge of art to include more than just what you saw here in a stuffy museum. Anything you wanted; you would live life by your own rules. Damn what anyone else thinks. 

Here and now, standing in the little gallery, you hold Niki’s gaze. You must be a sight to see. Bruises and cuts and bags under your eyes still. You’re so far from your usual put-together self. And yet Niki doesn’t look at you with pity or disgust. He never even flinches. He looks at you like he always does, like you hung the stars. Like you're Venus.

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know. Wherever I want, I think. I may try to see the sights beyond just this,” you gesture up to the painting before you. "There's no rules I have to follow. I can be who I want and where I want."

He steps closer to stand directly next to you. His finger brushes against yours. “She is beautiful,” he admits, “I don’t think I said last time.” Niki peers around the empty room. “But….” he licks his mismatched lips once. You turn to face him fully as he looks at you. “I think you are more beautiful than any of the paintings in here. All the time, even now. Especially now.” His accent is thick and his expression earnest as he tells you. 

“Niki,” you sigh, your eyes closing and you bite your cheek to stifle a grin. When they open again his dark eyes are still on you. 

“I had to tell you in case... I don’t see you again. You are the most beautiful thing here." He brings his hand up to rub at his jaw. "The most beautiful thing that I’ve ever known in my life, really. Gott, du bist so schön.” Niki gives a light chuckle at his admission.

Your heart races in your chest at his words. At how much you’ll feel alone and empty if you leave him. At how much you truly have come to love this uptight, curly haired and buck toothed man. At how much you never want to be without him. 

At how after everything, and if you wanted to, you could stay.

"Niki?" You lean into him, your eyes flickering from his own to his lips. He gets the hint. His mouth meets yours in a whisper of a kiss, the press so delicate, so careful of the bruises that are healing as he cups your cheek. 

And just like that it clicks. 

You want to stay. 

Niki breaks away first. He licks his lips. “I wanted to ask...” he continues after a beat. His words sit heavy in the air between you, something of great importance in his mind. 

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to get a cup of coffee?”

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[addict-rat]

Your Eyes Betray You

Summary: You have a rivalry with Zemo and his team, but you also have mixed feelings with him, in one mission you both finally end up saying what you feel and more.

Words count: 2880

Paring: Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Warnings: +18 Explict, swering, very poorly written smut, wall sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, p in v. 

Author’s note: Buenas, I just want to say a few things, frist this is my frist smut written in english, that leads to the second thing english not my first language I know a bit of the language but still learning so I used a translator from time to time if you see a mistake in the grammar or in general please let me know, I accept criticism but I don’t tolerate hate comments or similar. I probably gonna write more fanficons so I accept request in the future and I in the process of writing a Namor fanfic x!Reader. Gracias enjoy the fic :D

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Your career as a government agent was going pretty well. Not long ago you had been promoted to a position now you have your own team of agents to lead although you still had to follow orders from your superior, Secretary Ross. you could say that you had done everything to be where you were now, and you knew that one day you would be in a higher position than the one you were currently in, you worked hard to have a record of success in most of your missions, that was one of the reasons why you were given this position, however everything changed when you met your now "enemies" the Thunderbolts.

Thunderbolts was a team similar to yours except they had two supersoldiers, Ava Starr better known as Phantom, Justin Hammer and criminal mastermind who more than once could take you down. While your team was not bad, the problem was that it turns out you were not the best person to lead, since most of your life you had and preferred to work on your own.

Valentina and Ross were on the same path, therefore Thunderbolts and your team ended up on the same mission so you saw them very often, they were a headache for you because you knew you had a half chance of succeeding in the mission and a half chance of losing because of them.

Everyone already knew each other, it was like seeing co-workers who had been together for many years, but as team leader you knew all the opposing team better, especially their leader.

Helmut Zemo.

Being both team leaders you had faced him before, at first you could say you had no opinion of him, after meeting him on a mission where you lost, you began to hate him especially when you realized how much you found yourself thinking about him, you were not going to admit the obvious you had to stay focused on what mattered.

                                                             You weren't a fan of missions that involved having to infiltrate parties and looking like you were enjoying being there, usually these types of missions you would send someone from your team, but this time you had to go, so there you were finishing your fifth drink. You were waiting for the host of the party to come out of his office so you could go and get some files that could put a big f behind bars, you heard in one of your headphones that he had already left his office and that you could move on, so you preferred to go and finish the mission instead of having your sixth drink, you walked straight to where there was a crowd of people dancing.

"I thought you didn't like these kinds of events" you pulled away a little when you saw how close you were to him "I don't I'm here beacuse of work, look like you a really having fun" you said in a mocking tone "I'm here beacuse of work too and your distracting me, can you even fight in that? "You tried to ignore the previous comment even though you still felt that feeling that had become recurrent in your stomach and you knew that he was the reason for your behavior. Your thoughts left you when you heard one of your colleagues telling you to hurry before he went back to his office "I don't have time for this and yes I can fight in this" you said walking to where you should have been a few minutes ago.

You felt someone pulling you by your arm so hard that you ended up glued to the body of the man who had pulled you, obviously it had to be the last person you wanted to see here and who in fact you were expecting to see.

The mansion you were in was so ridiculously big that it took you a little longer to get there, in some corridors there were people around so you had to find another way or wait for them to leave. You were a little more relieved that you were so close, you just had to look for the files and leave being as cautious as possible. Already in front of the door you looked to the sides before placing your hand on the door handle but before you could open the door, you were a little scared since no one had warned you that someone was already inside but your concern was gone when you saw Zemo in the door frame, the two looked at each other for a few minutes, you still did not understand how he had arrived so fast.

"If you are looking for the same as me, good luck, I doubt you will find a copy" whenever he was in advantage or beat you he always put that mocking smile, you saw him walking away while you doubted if you were really looking for the same or were different motives of the mission, but still you went after him, you approached him and he stopped walking when you reached him "Do you really want took me into a fight in that dress?" he asked this time looking at you again from head to toe "Do you want to try me? Baron" he approached you, cornering you in the wall "Do you know I love when you use my title?" you were going to answer him but you both became alert when you heard footsteps and you heard your team warning you that someone was coming in the corridor, obviously it was going to be suspicious to see you two standing near the office and there was no time to go anywhere else.

You grabbed Zemo by his coat and pulled him closer to you, you whispered an almost inaudible "sorry" before you started kissing him, obviously nobody was going to suspect two lovers looking for a place to be alone, at first Zemo was a little astonished he didn't expect you to do that, but he understood that it was to cover the two of you and not to raise suspicions, so he didn't let go of you, his leg got between yours applying some pressure, which made you moan in the kiss, he took the opportunity to dominate more the kiss and taste inside you, you didn't want to admit it but it was the first time you had been kissed so well.

You remembered that this was your chance to look for the files in his coat, your hands traveled through Zemo's coat, trying to find the files but he noticed what you were doing, he took your hands and slammed them against the wall, pulling something out of you between a sigh and a moan, something you were going to regret later "You like that don't you? You like it when someone else takes control" He said close to your lips, you started to move your hips a little on the leg he had between yours, you did it by mere instinct you hadn't even noticed, " Egear are we? " He murmured as he left a path of kisses from your jaw to your neck, you let out a gasp as you felt his wet kisses, your weak legs brought you back to reality and you saw that there was no one but the two of you in the hallway "T- they're already gone" Zemo let go of your wrists "Yes, I know they left like two minutes ago" he left a kiss on your cheek "Looking for this, Draga? "He took out a small usb from his coat and put it back almost immediately, while you were still stunned and bewildered by what had just happened a few seconds ago.

You followed him down another corridor when you had already put your feet on the ground again, when you got to the corner where he had crossed he was not there, you looked around, but it was useless, there was no one there, you walked back from where you came but you saw from afar that a group of people were coming and you saw that from the other side of the corridor as well. For a moment you were paralyzed, but they dragged you to another small room, that looked like a cellar or something similar, the room was only illuminated by the small lines of the shutter that almost completely covered the window of the door.

"What..."

You couldn't finish.

"Shhh."

"Don't shhh to me"

He put his hand on your mouth "Shhhh" you heard murmurs that were going to close where you were, you did not pay attention to what they were talking, you were more focused on watching him even with the little light that came from the hallway, his dark eyes staring at the door where he had you nailed, you saw how he frowned to concentrate on what the other people were talking, his dark hair well combed and how soft it seemed to be, you wanted to pass your hand touching him.

"Enjoying the view?" He ask with that cooky smirt and removed his hand from your mouth "I do, although I preferred the way you looked in the hallway" he tilt his head, his hands went to your hips "You didn't look at me like you hated me... but you don't, do you? Well you did at first, but then you pretended to" Your eyes widened in amazement, after all this time you were still impressed by how capable he was of reading you despite how good you were at pretending.

"Your eyes, your eyes betrayed you" he replied as if he knew what you were going to ask, it was no secret that he no longer saw you as if his gaze could kill you, at first he detested you especially you being the one who had beaten him a few times, but that had been a long time ago.

Your lips approached his, when it finally looked like your lips were about to touch his, he moved a few inches away from you "Tell me what do you want, darling?" You bite your lip, his hand slowly went down to the hem of your dress, caressing your thighs under your dress "Please, please Helmut... Touch me, make me yours please fuck me please" you begged pathetically for the other man to touch you, you never thought you would beg like that for anyone ever in your life, but for him, you didn't mind doing it.

This time it was his lips that found you and he drank you in almost the same way he had done in the past kiss, his kisses went down to your neck and his hands this time went up your dress to your waist and into your panties playing with the now wet fabric, you were about to beg for more, when you heard the rustle of the fabric tearing, You gave a gasp of astonishment that quickly turned into a more erotic one as you felt his fingers in your wet folds "You won't need these" he said finishing removing your panties "You already so wet for me" one of his hands took your leg to lift it a little, your fingernails dug into his shoulders to steady you.

"Don't stop Zemo ples...Ah" Two of his long and thick fingers penetrated into your wet cunt, his fingers curled in that place that made you forget where you were. "Ah" you moaned loudly feeling how his fingers stretched you and at the same time his thumb started massaging circles in your clit. You began to feel that sensation in your belly that indicated your orgasm was beginning to form, your nails dug deeper into his shoulders. His lips so close to yours that you could feel his breaths heaving and he could feel your gasps and moans.

"Zemo... I..." His lips caught your lips in a kiss before you could raise your voice any more, you heard footsteps and murmurs outside, across the hall but they gradually receded. "You have to be a little more quite, my love... As much I would love to hear you, we can't let anyone hear us, do you understand?" Zemo asked you shortly after you came down from your state of pleasure. "Yes, Baron" you said he kissed you again, this time a little shorter "Good girl" you were surprised when he turned and your face pressed into the door, you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling as well as the zipper of his pants, one of his hands was on your hip gripping you tightly then you were to find the bruise in the shape of his hand on your hip, with his other hand he said the tip of his cock was moving in your wet folds "Stop teasing me, baron please" a choked moan came from your lips as you felt him slowly penetrate you, it was much bigger than you had thought, your count trembling with the strecht as inch after inch.

You both let out a sigh when he fully stettled, both of his hands on your hips "Fuck, you're so thigt" He whisper in your ear leaving a path of kisses and hickeys in your neck, you moved your head to the side leaving him more space, you let out a loud moan when you felt his teeth penetrating the skin between your neck and shoulder "Oh! Don't mark me you possesive... Oh fuck" you whimper when you felt how he came out completely and penetrated you again in a single movement, his nails dug into your hips while he came out and entered you in a constant pace, Zemo grabbed you by the neck turning your head so he could kiss you, his kisses were hungry, a little violent, you tried to follow the same rhythm as him returning him with kisses full of lust and needy, you didn't separate until you were both out of breath, a loud moan came from your lips when he hit that place that left you wanting more, your back arched and he noticed it by the way your legs weakened and by the way your walls squeezed his cock, his pace this time faster hitting that sweet place. Even though you wanted to be quiet because you were not exactly alone, anyone could pass through the hallway and hear you, but Zemo made it difficult for you to be quiet, his arm grabbed your hips while the other one massaged your clitoris, a gasp escaped your lips from the pleasure he was giving you, it wasn't a few minutes later when you felt your second orgasm come again.

"I'm so close... I'm gonna come" you let out a loud moan "Come for my draga" he grabbed your neck bringing your head to his shoulder, he applied a little pressure to your neck, which brought you to your second orgasm with a sigh and a gasping moan, Zemo waited until your breathing was no longer so agitated and came back with the same pace he had before. You felt his seed fill you deep inside your walls, you heard profanities between Sokovian and Ingles in between cut off by his agitated breathing.

After a few minutes you both had come down from your euphoria, you felt Zemo's lips on your bare shoulder, his short but affectionate kisses were going up to your cheek, his hand grabbed your jaw returning it to his face leaving a soft and affectionate kiss on your lips, you kissed him back, you let out a whimper in the middle of the kiss when he came out of you, you felt his semen going down your thighs "We could have had fun a long time ago... you know it was much better than I had fantasized..." you weren't going to admit that you had also dated him in this way, but that wasn't something you would say out loud at least not today. you know it was much better than I had fantasized" you weren't going to admit that you had also fooled around with him in this way, but that wasn't something you would say out loud to him at least not today. You both began to arrange yourselves to hide any kind of evidence. You looked for your panties on the floor, when you found them they were torn "Great, now I have to go back without underwear thanks Zemo" you said showing him your ruined panties, Zemo took them out of your hands and put them in his coat "I will buy you new ones, and next time I won't tear them" you both left the room and walked down the hall "So now we will do this on every mission we see each other" You smirk devilish "I can't promise you that I won't, but I'd prefer it to be somewhere more private" they both laughed a little "What a strange way to propose a date but ok I'll take it" they both headed for the exit and went their separate ways to where each team was waiting for them, and there Zemo noticed that you had removed the usb.

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[vervainariadne]

Yep. That's right guys. I wish i was sam.

WE WISH WE WERE SAM.

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[roscqk]

Do I watch this gif on repeat every single day bc I hope someone will one day make a fanfic based of the way Laszlo looks at John? Yes.

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[cazimagines]

Born to be wild - Chapter 21

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren’t prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 1.5k

Previous chapter: You and Niki had a trip out, though you still had doubts in your mind about what James had told you. Niki took it on himself to try and convince you to let them go.

A/N: Sorry

Warnings: Sexism

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You kicked your legs, looked down at your nails and sighed. You glanced at your wristwatch and sighed again. Your fingers fidgeted with your engagement ring as you looked briefly around the kitchen in Niki’s apartment. The Weiner schnitzel dish you had prepared half an hour ago lay on the table. The smell of it now lingered all over the apartment. Some flowers you had placed on the middle of the table drooped. It was a depressing sight to you. 

He said he would be back half an hour ago. 

Another sigh left your lips as you glanced back down at the watch. Shaking your head, you stood up from the counter stool. You grabbed your leather jacket, which hung over your chair's back, and collected your keys. Leaving the apartment, you jumped onto the back of your motorbike, already mapping out in your mind the quickest way to the Ferrari garage.

As you drove, you noticed dark clouds covering the sky. You groaned as the first few spits of rain landed on your face and ran down your skin. You could have turned back now and avoided the larger storm likely to follow, but you were more determined to drag Niki’s ass back home.

As you pulled into the Ferrari’s car pack, the rain picked up and limited your vision field. The garage was covered in mist, and you had to squint to see if you could see anyone.

You pulled your jacket over your head and tried to shield yourself from the downpour of rain as you ran to the garage. Usually, where Niki stayed was empty, so you pulled open the door to the backrooms. You were hit with a wall of warmth. You shrugged your jacket off your shoulders and shook your head to dispel the droplets in your hair. Your steps echoed around the abandoned hallway as you looked into every room to find where Niki had hidden from the rain.

Walking deeper into the garage, you heard men chatting and laughing. It grew louder and louder. The corner of your lips curled as you detected the Austrian accent amongst the Italian ones. You reach the room where you can see the light through the window. When you looked in, you could see the mechanics standing and sitting around sofas, many mugs piled around them. As you peered through the window, you could see Niki standing with one mechanic to the side of the room. 

You grabbed the door handle, ready to open it and pull Niki away when you froze. The door was thin, and the words came through clearly. You could hear what they were all joking about, but the window was small enough that none of them had noticed you. And for a good reason, for what they were talking about made your body freeze like stone. 

“So what’s she like, eh?” the mechanic next to Niki asked as he nudged Niki in his side.

“A good fuck?”

Niki looked to the ground, the faint traces of a blush on his cheeks, and he let out a few chuckles. 

“Well, you know what they say about women like her,” he replied, looking around at the mechanics as they all laughed and nudged each other, gesturing with their arms. 

“You will not keep her around, though? When you’ve learnt all you need from her, you’ll leave the bitch behind. She won’t stay in f1 long after that.”

Niki looked around at the mechanics before speaking, his awkward smile still plastered on his face.

“Maybe,” he paused, “once I win the championship… I won’t need her….”

“Yeah, show her where she belongs!” one guy you couldn’t see added in, and the other men around Niki agreed. 

You shook your head, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. You brought your shaky hand up to your cheek and tried to swipe it away. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, rushing at one hundred miles an hour.

“She’s probably fucking that, Hunt. He can’t keep it in his pants to save his life. It’s what everyone says, even this Mclaren mechanic I was talking to the other day. He said he saw them together, and she was on her knees, if you know what I mean.”

The awkward smile on Niki’s face slipped; a grimace replaced it as his tongue poked against his cheek. He exhaled, looking at the floor. 

You took one step back, then another. Your eyes were still fixed on the window and not where you walked. As you took another step back, a sharp pain shot through your back. You walked into a cabinet, and the screwdriver that had been placed on it clattered onto the ground, the sound making you wince.  

You saw through the window as Niki looked up, and his eyes locked onto yours. 

You turned and ran. 

You could hear him shout after you. You continued to run. As he continued to call, you could hear the door slam open. You continued to run. 

You run out of the building and felt the heavy rain drench you. It was pouring. Your shirt clung to your body, soaked, your jacket remaining in your hand. Your legs carried you forward, eyes latched on your motorbike, which you had parked far away from the building. 

As you charged towards it, you felt a stiff hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you to a halt. 

“Y/n, wait.”

“Let go of me, Niki,” you snapped, refusing to look behind. 

“Not until you listen to me.”

You could feel the moment it fractured. It had been slowly crumbling the moment the first words left Niki’s lips, but at that moment, you felt your heart separated in two. In a messy, bloody explosion in your chest.

“No! You don’t get to say things like that and expect me to listen to you again,” you hissed, turning around and looking at Niki. His curled hair was drenched and stuck to his head. His skin was wet, glimmering in the garage lights. As the rain fell, his suit got darker. He frowned, eyes piercing into you. His hand was still on your wrist, and you felt your arm become numb from the contact. Hating the feeling of his skin touching yours, you wretched your wrist out of his grasp. 

“You don’t understand I-”

“Oh, I understand plenty, Niki. You were using me. God, I should have seen it. Why was I so fucking dumb?” You paused, your chest heaving as all the memories flooded your mind. “Even James saw it! And you lied to me!”

“I didn’t lie,” Niki spat out. His lips curled, and his eyes narrowed as he stepped towards you. 

“Stop fucking lying!!” 

You could feel wetness drip down your cheek, but you were too far gone to tell if it was from the rain or your eyes. 

“Our entire relationship was a lie. Every moment,” you sobbed, your chest heaving as you tried to rub away the tears from your eyes.

“Everything was a lie,” 

Niki’s stare hardened, and a scowl appeared on his face.

“So that’s what you think, then? That I’m a liar?”

“Of course you are! Saying those horrible things about me in there, I can’t- I never thought.”

You looked away and then back to Niki, shaking your head.

“I never thought someone like you could swoop so low. You really are an asshole.”

Niki’s eyebrows raised, and he scoffed, crossing his arms as he looked at you in disdain. 

“You’re so quick to fucking judge me, huh? But that’s not it, is it? You’ve been looking for a way out for a while, ever since James fucking spoke to you. Fucked you as well. You needed a reason to dump me so you could fuck him without guilt.”

You stepped forward towards Niki, feeling the anger surge through you. It burned, scorching through your veins and your heart that lay at the bottom of your chest. Your hand is raised without you thinking about it. Niki stepped forward, looking down at you, only inches apart.

“Slap me.”

You hesitated.

“Go on, do it. If that will make you feel good about everything you’ve done.”

You dropped your hand and shook your head. Taking a step back, your hand tugged at your finger, pulling at your engagement ring. When it slipped off, you threw the ring onto the muddy ground by Niki’s foot. 

“Fuck you, Niki.”

You turned and stormed off towards your bike. Niki doesn’t stop you. You jumped onto the bike, grimacing at the wetness of the seat. You rev the engine and pull out of the parking lot, thinking about what hotel you could stay at for the night. As you got to the entrance, you paused. Your mind is screaming not to do it, but the last piece of your heart is begging. You look behind. 

Niki stood still for a moment, his head looking to the ground. Then Niki kicked the ring laid by his feet; it flew into the air and then scattered into the mud below, sinking into the ground. He shoved his hands into his suit pockets and turned around, walking back into the garage. He doesn’t look back. 

You let out one more sob as you look away and accelerate out of the garage. 

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[mlmxreader]

Tease | Laszlo Kreizler x gn!reader (🍋-ish)

Anonymous asked: seal anon- back on my bullshit

"Here, I'll teach you"- laszlo maybe some doctor or daddy kink plz

summary: Laszlo comes to stay with you while he’s on a break from work, and while at first everything is fine, certain desires do tend to get in the way. 

tws: Daddy kink, dom/sub, swearing, mentions of collars/leads, mentions of handcuffs, mentions of rope, mentions of praise kink if you SQUINT 

word count: 1000

MINORS DNI

Laszlo thankfully wasn’t working, for once, he had a little time off for himself and he could actually relax; there were no murderers on the loose to torment him, there were no cases to be solved, and the majority of his patients were more than looked after by the staff. He had been begged to take a break, practically forced to, and although at first he was bored and he was struggling to find anything to keep his mind busy, he soon turned to you; his dashing and handsome partner. He found himself spending more and more time with you, more than making up for the time that had been lost between him helping others and the cases he was involved in, he practically moved in with you temporarily. Your bedsheets soon started to smell like him, and his presence around the house was more than welcomed; sitting with him in the evenings, your head in his lap as he read one of your books, cooking together in the afternoons, with him often telling you to add one thing or to avoid using another, long walks together in the morning through the woods, with you more often than not stopping in your tracks to observe a fox or a deer in the distance. It was more than a welcomed occurrence, more than a comforting time together. 

But Laszlo wouldn’t stay so domestically sweet forever, and you were counting down the hours until he would treat you how he usually did; the more dominant side coming out of him one bit at a time. You were more than excited for what was going to eventually happen, hoping that he had brought over the handcuffs, the collar, the lead, and the rope; you did your best to behave, to be good in hopes that he would reward you one way or another, but you also knew that his punishments were also so fucking good, and you couldn’t help but to act up just a little bit. 

It was fairly late, around twenty to ten at night, and you and Laszlo were doing your usual; he was sat in the chair in the corner with the lamp on, reading through his current book and waiting for you to hurry up with the laundry so that he could move onto the sofa and you would put your head in his lap as you kicked your feet up on the leather arm and settled down for the night. He was waiting, looking up every now and then when you walked past the room with an armful of washing, although he had a feeling that the little routine would be shattered into a million pieces; he kept reading, and when you settled down on the chair at the opposite side of the room, he put the book down, and tilted his head to the side as he looked at you. 

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” you said with a shrug, looking at him with those big puppy dog eyes that you knew he could never and would never refuse. “I was just thinking about how awfully I’ve been good recently.” 

Laszlo furrowed his brows a little, looking at you with that hungry gaze that always came to his big brown eyes when he knew that you were about to start acting up, when he knew that you were about to start being a tease. “Don’t start that with me now, nyuszi.”

You scratched at the back of your neck, tilting your head and looking at him with as much innocence and ignorance as you could muster. “I’m not sure what you mean, Daddy.” 

His jaw clenched, and he clicked his fingers. “Here. Now.” 

You smiled, a little smug as you made your way over to him, and straddled his lap, your breath hitching when he placed his hand at the bottom of your throat. “What?”

“I told you not to start,” he said lowly, his voice hardly even a growl as he kept his dark brown eyes on you, keeping you pinned where you were as he shook his head. “If you’re good, you know I’ll reward you later.”

You pouted a little. “Yeah, about that… I don’t think I can wait until later.” 

Laszlo scoffed, biting down on the inside of his bottom lip as he let out a harsh sigh. “So you’re going to start being a brat? Is that it?”

“Well, technically, no,” you started, “first of all, it’s my house, so… my rules.” 

Laszlo couldn’t help but to laugh a little, swiping his hand down his face when he let go of your throat. He nodded. “Of course, where are my apologies? Would you like to be the dominant one when we… when we go to bed, too?” He laughed again. “Here, I’ll teach you if you want.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Daddy, you know that’s not what I mean. Don’t be a fucking dick.” 

He shifted his hips, just enough so that you could feel him and you would let out a soft whimper of need. “Don’t be a brat.” 

“I’m not the one acting like-” 

He moved his hips again to shut you up, and although you tried not to for the sake of playing fair, you ground down against him, drawing a shuddering growl from the back of his throat. “You were saying?”

“Can we go upstairs?” You asked quietly, swallowing thickly. “Please, Daddy? I promise I’ll be good if we do…” 

Laszlo considered it for a moment, thinking about the things he could ask you if you wanted, thinking of how he could possibly use it as an excuse to thank you for letting him stay with you, and although a thousand and one things crossed his mind, he narrowed it down to what he knew were your favourites; even if you were teasing him a little, if you were playing a little game, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to praise and reward you. “Alright, come on.” 

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smut prompts - 27. “I’m too busy.” “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

minors DNI 18+

You were in a playful mood tonight, and as you walked into Doctor Kreizler’s spacious study, you grinned when you saw him seated behind his huge wooden desk. There were papers strewn about on its surface, and Laszlo looked like he was focused, reading something intently with his glasses on. Oh, you’d have to do something about that.

“Hello, darling,” you greeted, walking up to his desk. Laszlo glanced up briefly in acknowledgement, but then he immediately went back to reading. Hm. You walked around to where he was seated, and you pressed a kiss to his cheek, your fingers dancing along the collar of his shirt. Laszlo inhaled sharply at your touch, although he didn’t pull away.

“I’m too busy,” he protested, although a slight blush had risen to his cheeks. You grinned, knowing exactly how to fix this.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.” Before he could protest, you dropped to your knees and slid slightly underneath the desk, positioning yourself between his legs. You chuckled when you heard him gasp again.

“Shh, darling,” you shushed, unzipping the fly of his nice trousers. “I’ll take care of you. Meanwhile, you can continue to work…if you’re so busy.” Laszlo looked down at you then, and you just grinned up at him mischievously. The man was still holding a paper in his left hand, and his glasses were perched on his nose, as if he truly intended to continue working through this.

Without further adieu, you tugged down his briefs and gently grasped his arousal in your warm hand, causing Laszlo to let out a muffled moan. It pleased you that he would finally have a reaction to this, and you wanted to earn more of those strangled sounds of pleasure from him.

“Schatz, I, I need to keep working–” Laszlo cut himself off with another groan as you began stroking him. Oh, how wrong he was to refuse the two of you a nice, long, pleasant evening together.

“Hush, I promised I would be quick,” you said, intending to make good on your words. “And I never back out on a promise.” Doing your best to maintain eye contact, you took him in your mouth, not allowing him time to tell you differently. You bobbed your head, using your hands and tongue and everything you knew that would drive him wild, to the brink the quickest. Laszlo was making the most beautiful noises, whimpering and gasping. A gorgeous flush had risen to his cheeks and had climbed its way to the tips of his ears.

You hummed around him, enjoying the feeling of Laszlo shuddering beneath you. Somehow, he still was holding onto that oh so important paper of his. His glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose, and a lock of hair now fell over his forehead. So much for working.

Before he knew what had hit him, and before he could warn you, Laszlo was coming. Stars flashed behind his eyelids as he rode out the waves of ecstacy, and you hummed your approval. When Laszlo finally recovered, he opened his eyes to find you buttoning up his trousers, almost as if nothing had happened.

“See? Quick,” you said, winking as you stood up. “Come see me when you finish your work, Doctor Kreizler. Maybe we can work out a longer session. If it fits into your busy schedule, of course.” You turned and walked away, up to your bedroom, leaving Laszlo to gaze longingly after you. With that promise, it looked like he didn’t have that much work to do after all.

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Chapter 15

WC: 4228     

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: kidnapping, violence, gun and weapon use, language, period typical sexism/misogyny and language, descriptions of blood/injury/physical trauma, brief non-graphic descriptions of hospitalization

A/N: heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey 😬 this is the last chapter, but the epilogue will be out very shortly okay thanks for not hating me too much

Previously on The Heist: After the failure of the auction, you are kidnapped and tortured by Lombardi. Niki and James work tirelessly to rescue you.

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Lights sting behind your eyelids. The puffiness around your eyes has abated enough that you can see. You keep them closed anyway. It’s easier. Harsh wheezing invades the stillness of the air with each breath you take through your parted lips; your nasal passages nearly swollen shut from a well aimed, bone-crunching hit by Lombardi’s goon. Everything hurts. You feel sticky and sweaty and freezing and you imagine that being hit by a train would hurt less.

By this point time has no meaning. You don’t know how many times they have slapped and punched and kicked you, how many times Lombardi’s screams pierced your eardrums and his spittle landed along your bruising skin. Your stomach gurgles. The thought of eating something repulses you, despite going without a meal in who knows how long. 

You were alone. You were scared. You were holding on to the barest hope that Niki was coming. That James was coming. That Lombardi and his men would be caught and punished for their crimes. 

Just when you feel the sting of unshed tears you didn’t even know you had left in you the basement door unlatches. The click echoes in the spacious room. This time you do finally force open your eyes. Entire body tensing, you now wait for the fresh waves of pain to find you once more as Lombardi descends the staircase. With each step it seems like it takes years for him to reach where you are tied up. He stops in front of you.

“Mia bella….” he tuts. Grabbing your jaw he tilts your head from side to side to study your beaten flesh. Lombardi gives a greasy smirk at your whimper, the pain blossoming through you at his harsh movements. “Perhaps you have had enough, yes? I take no pleasure from hurting your pretty face like this.” You blink slowly and focus on your breathing. Lombardi sighs. “You know we could have done so much together. You and I, bella," he frowns, "we could have been a team. Imagine how unstoppable we would have been.” 

“I don’t- I don’t want that, you prick.” You cough and choke around the tightness in your windpipe.

“A shame really.” Lombardi purses his lips under his thick moustache. You can feel the distaste he has towards you from the way he eyes you up and down where you sit covered in dried sweat and blood. You must be pathetic looking. He begins to pace the floor leisurely. “Instead, you choose to trail me like a bitch looking for scraps- or,” he pauses to throw a grin over his shoulder, “maybe I should say you follow your little Austrian like a bitch in heat? Hmm?” Despite the agony in your limbs you can’t help the wince you give at his insult. 

A series of bangs and a commotion of shouts from the upper levels causes you both to halt. “Ah. It seems your fiance has finally decided to join us, mia bella. I was beginning to wonder that he didn’t care for you at all.” Lombardi pulls a gun out of his waistband from beneath his sportcoat. A click sounds as he cocks the weapon. With ease he steps behind you and into your space; the cool metal of the barrel presses to your temple. Lombardi leans over the opposing shoulder, his foul cologne and the scent of cigar enough to invade what remains of your sense of smell; “now the show can really begin.” You swallow back the dryness in your throat. Eyes glued to the stairs, you wait.

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"Go faster."

Hunt glances at the Austrian where he fidgets in the seat next to him. "I'm going as fast as is safe," he explains. He was already going nearly 20 over the speed limit trying to get to Lombardi’s villa as quickly as possible. Thankfully the country roads offered little traffic or obstacles to slow them.

Niki scoffs; "what? You choose now to be the one that thinks of risk?"

"You don't?" A beat passes in silence before the Austrian grumbles lightly under his breath. James doesn't ask.

Only a few more kilometers separated Niki from you and that Italian bastard. His gun was ready, his switchblade tucked safely into his waist. Hands wring in his lap. The map crinkles under their weight. He wipes the bead of sweat from his brow. Hunt remains calm and collected as he speeds down the road. Niki thinks about how cool and level headed his partner has been, how he’s taken charge when Niki can barely even think clearly enough to walk in a straight line. In the back of his mind he had noticed how James protected him, giving him an outlet away from prying eyes as he lost himself in Lombardi’s place. How he shielded his outburst from the other agents. Niki never anticipated it from everything he knew of the Brit and his reputation, that he would find himself almost tolerant of his playboy of a partner. "Thank you,” he blurts. Even Niki is surprised to hear his own voice as the words tumble from his lips.

James tilts his head a fraction, his eyes roving over Niki's face before facing the road. "What for?"

Niki clears his throat. "At the apartment. With Smith." He doesn't need to go into detail about what he means. He knows Hunt understands him. 

"Sure, yeah. It’s what partners do." Nothing more is said between the two. It doesn’t have to be.

Finally cresting a hill, a large mansion of cream-colored stucco and columns and red tiled roofs appears on the horizon. The closer they get the more details stand out - the neatly trimmed topiaries and bushes, flowers in pinks and yellows and blues, the marble sculptures of goddesses and heroes surrounding the large bubbling fountain out front. If the apartment was luxury then this was positively heaven. 

“How do you want to do this?”

Niki licks his lip. “Split up. Cover more distance this way, have a higher chance of finding her. There will be an increased percentage of risk for us. Lombardi doesn’t want her. He’s using her to get to me. Him hurting her can only get things so far when he needs her as a bargaining chip.” The explanation feels simple and cold, but it's the most he’s sounded like his old self since you were taken.

“You’re sure you want to do this alone?” Niki can almost hear a touch of concern in James' voice.

“Yes.” Neither say anything as the car bounces over the dip in the end of the driveway upon arrival. The team of agents is right behind. 

"Because you don't have to."

A beat passes. “I know," Niki admits, surprised at how much he believes it. "She’s priority. I trust you,” to keep her safe should you get to her first he adds, omitting the full extent of his thoughts. Niki glances at his partner. “But… after we get her back and she’s safe, then-” he sniffs “- maybe I could use some help to catch that bastard.”  

Hunt chuckles. “What? You think I’d let you have all the fun by yourself?”

Niki can’t help the smirk that breaks despite his serious demeanor. “Knowing you? Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The second the car is in park Niki and James, as well as the other 5 agents, are getting into position. Three head around back to find a second entrance. James and the remaining jog to get in position outside the main door. But Niki doesn’t follow.

Instead, he ducks down next to one of Lombardi’s sports cars. Quickly he whips out his knife and flips it open. With ease he slams the tip down and into the black rubber of the tire; the puncture hisses as the tube deflates. Just as fast he moves to a second of Lombardi’s vehicles. “Niki! Come on!” James’ whispered voice almost gets lost over the thump of the Austrian yanking the blade out. Niki doesn’t answer and proceeds to puncture a tire on the last car that belongs to the mobster. Finished, he joins the others and draws his gun. 

“The bloody hell was that for?”

“He can’t drive with only 3 tires,” is all Niki says before bursting the heavy wooden door open with his shoulder. 

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Shots ring out above you as Lombardi’s gun remains glued to your temple. Despite the terror rushing through your veins you know in your gut that it’s Niki - it has to be. The knowledge gives you a sense of renewed confidence. A huff that’s as close to a laugh as your beaten body can manage breaks from you; the split in your lip reopens as you smile. “I told you he’d come.”

Another crash, this time much closer, rings through the basement, then footsteps. Through blurred vision you see him -

Hunt.

Gun raised and ready, he treads down the stairs. Blood is splattered along his face and shirt, rumpled not unlike his usual carefree style. His movements slow upon seeing your compromised position.

James calculates his next move. On instinct he wants to unload what’s left of his weapon into Lombardi’s greasy skull; the decision is halted by the cocking of a gun directly behind him. He curses himself for not noticing the goon earlier. 

“Put your gun down.”

James hesitates, not wanting to let go of his weapon. When the barrel is pressed harder into your scalp he knows he has to comply, if only for your safety. The henchmen from behind reaches forward to yank the glock from his grip. “Let her go Lombardi. Settle this like men.”

“I must say - it is very nice to finally meet your other companion here, bella.” Foul breath permeates your senses. The mobster lifts his head to address Hunt. “Where is your partner?” 

Hunt ignores his question. “Your fight isn’t with her, you bastard.”

The Italian hums. “No, you are right. I only needed her to get to your little friend upstairs. I know everything is a lie, I know he is not her wealthy lover from the museum in Austria.” Condescending smirk dropping, he adds “whatever agency you are with needs to stay out of my way. I have more power, more connections than you know. Leave him to me; perhaps I give you something to keep quiet while I continue my business. I can give you much more than whoever pays you now.” Lombardi brushes his finger down the side of your swollen cheek. “But I think I will keep her for myself, as recompense for my troubles. She is almost as valuable as the art, yes?” 

James scoffs at his arrogance. “You’re a right bastard if you think we’re going to let you get away with this.” 

“Haven’t I already?”

“Tell that to all your men lying dead upstairs.”

Lombardi shrugs; “they are replaceable. When you have money, finding help is no obstacle. Everyone has a price. Even you. Even mia bella.”

“Niki?”

The weak sound draws James to finally meet your eyes. Bruising and blood covers almost every visible inch of you from where you strain against the ropes. He nods imperceptibly. Even so, your lips twitch upwards in understanding that Niki is safe, that he is here. 

Fighting can still be heard from the ground floor of the villa. Shouts and pops and the sounds of fists punctuate the tense stillness between James, Lombardi, and yourself. Suddenly the gun is removed from your temple. Lombardi makes quick work of your binds, yet you know this is no sign of freedom. It is too easy. Your captor must sense something in the wind. 

Hunt remains stock still with his own captor holding him hostage at gunpoint, watching you like a hawk. Waiting to see what Lombardi does. A hand beneath your arm yanks you from your seated position. Legs wobbling dangerously, you somehow keep on your aching feet. The thought crosses your mind to fight back now that you are free - your body rejects it before you could even hope any attempt at fighting him off. On burning muscles and likely splintered bones you are dragged backwards. This time you are unable to hold back any cries of agony, the hoarse wails bouncing off the walls and piercing your own eardrums like a banshee. 

James is helpless to the sight.

“Take care of him,” Lombardi orders, before he slips out a side door with your limping form in tow. 

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Niki rushes through a hidden door left ajar, following a heavy English-sounding grunt. He nearly trips in his haste to get down the steep staircase. Reaching the bottom, he catches his breath, lungs burning, just as Hunt lays a final blow to one of Lombardi’s men and leaving him unconscious. A chair in the center garners his attention. Pools of blood and a trail of fresh, bright red foot imprints lead to the far end of the room. “She was here?” Niki’s tone is frantic.

James pulls in a deep breath. “I couldn’t; he had me in a corner, Niki, there was nothing- shit!” Hunt pounds his first into the tiled floor.

“Okay….it’s okay James-” a pause “-a car.”

James’ head flies up to face the other agent. “What?” 

“Listen-” a brief pause lends just enough silence to hear the rumble of an engine “-he has another car. Come!” Niki tosses his hand out to his partner, gripping the Brit’s palm and helping him to his feet. The two sprint along the pathway of bloodied footprints you left behind.

Niki and James arrive in a garage just as a black sedan accelerates out of the enclosure. The Austrian can see the top of your slumped figure in the passenger seat. Without a second of hesitation the agents give chase around the mansion; they know they cannot compete on foot so they head to the car they arrived in. Engine groaning to life, James goes ripping out of the driveway in a cloud of smoke. 

Their car roars after Lombardi’s like a demon possessed. 

James has the accelerator to the floorboard, the engine’s revving louder than the thoughts raging inside Niki’s head. He was so close, he had you mere inches from his grasp. The crimson covered tiles in the villa sent a deadly chill through his spine. Lombardi had hurt you. And because of him. Niki would never forgive himself.

The black sedan was just up ahead. “Get as close as you can!” Niki yelled. True to his English roots James swerved to the opposing lane, bringing up the rear of Lombardi’s vehicle. 

“What's the plan?” Hunt sat up straighter in his seat.

“I don’t know!”

“You- you don’t know? You always have a plan!”

“Then you tell me what you think?” Niki rolls the window down and begins to lift himself out of the speeding contraption, just as he had seen you do after the auction.

“Are you fucking daft? Don’t try to jump!” 

Niki pops his head back just enough to scoff, amused at the suggestion; “what- do you think I’m you?”

“Well you sure as hell are acting like me!”

Turning back, Niki takes aim with his gun. Wind stinging his eyes, he focuses on the target. He fires once, twice. Bullets make contact with the back tire of Lombardi’s sedan. The car swerves violently, crashing into a shallow ditch.

Hunt slams on the brakes; the car has yet to fully stop before Niki has jumped from his perch on the doorframe and is rushing to get you from the wreck. the door creaks open without grace. You sit unconscious. Carefully, the agent lifts you from the vehicle and deposits you on the grassy knoll. Finally he gets a look at you.

Niki swears he feels his heart fail to beat.

Black and blue coats your beautifully delicate skin. Dried blood paints your face, hands, and clothes in shades of brown and scarlet. Stuttering breaths leave you. He drags his palm ever so gently across your cheek; Niki swears that you lean into his warmth. Wildflowers in blues and white grow with abandon around your limp form. It seems ironic to Niki that you are surrounded by a sight so lovely, so like the artwork you adore, especially with how mangled and bloodied you are. 

The rage that consumes him could rival the fires of hell. 

Niki feels too hot, as though he is seeing the world through water, when he shoves past James to get to the Italian. Lombardi’s movements are sluggish. Niki all but rips the door from the car’s hinges as he heaves it open. Fingers clawing at the rumpled man Niki throws him onto the road. Fists fly, the crunch of bone and teeth under his thrashing enough to mute James calling out his name. Rocks dig into the agent’s knees. 

Unsatisfied with the pain blossoming in his knuckles Niki drops Lombardi’s collar, instead reaching for his gun. The mafia boss looks pathetic as he stares down the barrel of Niki’s pistol. Blood is smeared along his cheeks and jaw. Little beads of sweat give way to his nerves - a swallow thick behind his tanned throat. “Please, don’t- I will give her to you, please!” 

Hunt’s cries of “don’t” and “Niki stop” and “we need him alive” fall on deaf ears.

“Niki….don’t.” 

Your words, barely more than a whisper, are enough to part the storm behind his eyes. His eye twitches before darting to meet yours. James holds your weakened body to his, his own pupils full of concern, and dare Niki say fear. The Austrian catches your gaze again.

All it takes is one look. 

Niki knows he could never pull the trigger in the end. Maybe for a split second he could after what this man did to you. But he knows that it’s not who he is. He’s Niki Lauda - the one that has faith in the system, has faith in justice, the one who follows the rules. And in looking at you it isn’t just the rules of his organization or the law itself that triumphs here. It’s the rules of humanity, of doing what is right. 

He lowers the gun. Lombardi, in his pitiful state, dusty and clothes torn, smirks. It doesn’t last long when Niki brings the butt of the weapon down, knocking him out cold. 

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Niki paces the floor of the emergency room. His hair is full of knots and tangles from how hard he’s pulled at it, the roots tender. It had been hours and there was no word on you. All his worst fears were realized in those few moments he held you in his arms before the ambulance arrived. You were cold, practically lifeless, near unrecognizable except for the sliver of those unforgettable irises he loved so much. 

“Lauda, Hunt.” It was Garnier. “We need to debrief.”

A flash of anger penetrates him; in the exhaustion of the last two days he has no energy to entertain the emotion. Niki shakes his head, “I’m not leaving until I know if she’s okay.” James simply stands from his seat.

Garnier sighs. “I spoke with the physician before coming to find you. It is a miracle the damage was not worse given what they suspect she endured. She is stable but still unconscious. It may be days before she wakes up, they do expect a full recovery.”

Finally, Niki stops pacing, a modicum of relief flooding his veins. 

His superior leads them down and into an unused exam room. The door closes with a sofft click. Sighing heavily, the Frenchman pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Well.” Another sigh. “The two of you should be given a serious reprimand for this.” He eyes each of the agents. 

Niki steps ahead of James. “I accept full responsibility for the events of our mission, sir.”

“Niki…” James whispers, yet not entirely shocked.

The Austrian and the Frenchman stare at each other for a moment. “That… won’t be necessary, Agent. After some thorough…consideration of the last time we spoke I have realized that you were right. The agency should have supplied you better during the night of the auction - I underestimated exactly how large an operation we were up against. This could have happened to any one of us.”

“It didn’t. It happened because of me. I am the reason she was kidnapped, beaten.” Niki can feel the strain in his throat as he becomes more frustrated at his mistakes.

“You are the reason she is still alive, Lauda. For which I must thank you, she is an old friend of mine and I am glad to see her safe. We have Lombardi, too. The good news is he is singing like a canary. Soon Interpol will know all of his associates and shut down the underground market for good. It was not without its faults but the mission was a success.”

“Respectfully, sir-”

“No. I will not discuss it further, nor will you be facing any repercussions regarding the matter or will I accept any sort of resignation. That being said, I must commend you both.”

Niki and James share a look of confusion. How had they gone from standing in their own graves, to being a technical success, to suddenly being worthy of praise? 

“Sir?” Hunt questions. “I’m not sure we understand.”

Garnier leans on the hospital bed leisurely. “The entirety of this assignment was to shut down the heist, of course. But it was also a test of your skills and character; a lesson. Hunt - you were an impulsive playboy that used your balls more than your brain. Lauda - you could not work well with others. From what I have seen of the debriefs with the team you both stepped up. Glancing at James he explains “thinking logically, using evidence to strategize,” he looks to Niki, “and trusting each other to work as partners. From here on you two will be partners. May god help us….” James snickers while Niki can feel his lips quirk up at the prospect. “Now go, rest. Let us take care of all the paperwork.”

James gives a mock salute as their superior retreats into the hall. 

“Huh.”

“What?”

Niki chuckles and gestures between them. “Now look at us, we were both a pair of hot headed jerks, no agents wanted to work with us. Each thinking the other an asshole. And now we're both partners.”

“And?”  

The Austrian shrugs. “It’s not bad.”

James grins. “No, it’s not bad.”

The fist that isn’t bruised hits lightly at the Brit’s shoulder; “so don’t let me down now. I need you busting my balls.”

“I will Niki, I will. But I intend to enjoy myself away from work first.” James turns to leave the room with a wink. Before he goes he looks at Niki over his shoulder. “I’ll see you in a few days, partner.”

He nods; “you will, partner.”

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While James was out doing whatever James does for fun, Niki stayed behind. The entire week of his mission recovery he never left the hospital except to shower and find a change of clothes. He was beginning to like the feel of the stiff waiting room chairs, the taste of stale coffee and cafeteria food. But the nurses would not let him go into your room. He could peek inside the window to see your battered body bandaged up, but that was the extent of it. Niki wasn’t sure what to do. He knew he had to find some way to let you know he was there and waiting for you to be okay. So he sends flowers. Everyday a new bouquet. Daisies, peonies, lilies, carnations, tulips. Anything to brighten the room, to make it feel less clinical and sterile.

On the 6th evening you finally woke up. Upon hearing the doctors and staff talk about your condition Niki tried to get in. He needed to see you and not through a window, he needed to feel the touch of your warm skin to know you were alive and safe. Still they refused him. Said they needed to get more information about how you were feeling before they allowed visitors so as to not overwhelm you.

Niki considered playing the fiance card. He knew it was a lie - he knew that you hadn’t met in a museum, that he hadn’t asked you for coffee that day, that he hadn’t asked you to stay. 

So he waited. 

The morning of the 7th day he was roused by a nurse. “Sir?”

Niki wiped the sleep from his eyes, stretching his back from the uncomfortable waiting room chair. “Yes, what is it? Can I see her?”

She looked at him with a pitying smile. “I’m so sorry sir…she won't see you, she is refusing all visitors… but she wants you to know that what happened was not your fault.”

His gut clenches at her words, at your refusal to see him. A stunted breath leaves his chest. As much as he wants to fight your decree, to shake some sense into you, he knows he can’t. He knew that in the end you would part ways. He just hoped, prayed even, that he would get a chance to say goodbye before he left. Wetness clouds his vision. 

“Sir? I think it’s time to go home.”

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Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Daniel Bruhl- Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dirk Bruhlee/reader, Dirk Bruhlee/you Characters: Dirk Bruhlee Additional Tags: MyPoisonedVine "Talk Show Host" Sequel Summary:

Happy Holidays friends!! A present for you: the last 3 chapters! Ta dah! Love you guys, thanks for reading!

This is a continuation of Talk Show Host posted on Tumblr by MyPoisonedVine based off of a music video. I was obsessed with this story, I called it my comfort smut. The original is *chef's kiss* and there's something about it that made me think "Idiots in love." I will try to post a link in the notes to the original. Read that first, you won't regret it. But a quick summary, Dirk is an over the top talk show host and reader is the director. Dirk is a Diva with a capital D (ooo pun intended) and you are just trying to do your job. The show is nominated and wins a Daytime Emmy, unexpected smut ensues. This story begins directly after. Was this just a hook up, or was there something more there? Surely this is just a hook up, but why can't you wait for him to bend you over something again? There is no way this is going to end well. Where is this going, and are you too caught up to care?

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[addict-rat]

Night Ties

Summary: You were a very famous hunter monsters, one day you decide to go after a famous vampier, but he was very aware of that and he change all your life.

Paring: Helmut Zemo Vampire x F!Reader Human

Words count: 3595 words

Warnings: +18 explicit, mention of blood, poor written smut, p in v, spanks, unprotected sex, bitting, ropes, bondage, desk sex, a little CNC, bondage. fingering, dominant/submissive.

Author’s note: Holas, I was writting this long ago, but I kinda forget when I get obsses with Ch.ai and all that, but here it is, I might be writting more of Zemo in the future. Please feel free to write me for any mistake I made or any suggestion.

You had begun to make a name for yourself within the small towns that were frightened by all those over-natural beings. It was many of those people that lived dominated by supernatural beings, whether they were werewolves, witches, vampires, etc. However, among the people they were more feared and dominated by vampires and werewolves.

It was for that reason that you began to gain popularity, you were known as part of the good cause dedicated to killing or hunting such beings. Not only were you doing that, but they were very few, not many survived them, and for that very reason it was that very few wanted to take their lives to kill a few of them. The few people who did so had a reason to simply want to get rid of them.

You did it for revenge, your mother had been killed by one of them, all the people you lived in had been attacked by werewolves, but it was not them who killed your mother, you had managed to flee before they saw them. Deep in the woods when they thought the werewolves could no longer find them, they stayed for a moment near a river to grab strength and find safety, yet their mother heard noises in the distance, afraid that something might happen to you, I took her to a small cave near the river, told her to rest there and come out until there was sunlight. With the ingenuity of a child, he was obvious and did what I ask, when the light came out he called his mother without any answer from her, came out of the small cave, I looked for her by the gunmen until he found her pale and lifeless body.

She wasn’t looking to find the killers who killed her mother, because she knew she’d never find him, she knew it wasn’t human, what killed her, she knew it was what killed her, but again she wasn’t looking for her killer to never happen to anyone else. He was aware that he could not kill each of them, but with his perseverance and courage he could perhaps make more people unite and decide to end the dominance of these beings.

You had come to a small town where it was dominated by vampires, especially a special one. You knew how to deal with vampires, you’d learned from your group, they’d taught you their weaknesses especially. You could say that you were a little popular not only among humans but also within these "monsters", they had divided to hunt these vampires, it was expected that the majority lived in mansions or even castles, were arrogant and presumed most of them, but they were also intelligent, manipulative and persuasive.

You had decided to go ahead, you already had experience you did not believe that something could go wrong, so you had made a plan to get into that castle, which was simple, it was not like vampires had bodyguards or anything. They didn’t watch the whole castle, so you looked for a room that nobody had set foot in many years ago.

That’s how you ended up like this now, kneeling, your hands tied on a short chain that was stuck on the floor. You heard a few steps and saw a man dressed elegantly, his hair well-groomed. —What a foolish, hunter— he sneered, his voice echoing throughout the chamber. —I’m surprised you made it this far. You must be very brave or very dumb— You only stare at him as if you look could kill him. —Don't look at me like that, darling. Who are you to judge me? You are the one trespassing on my home. I could kill you right now for your insolence, if I so desired. But I feel... merciful— He say getting closer to him, in your position you have to look up to him, feeling like so insignificant in that position. —I don't know if you are brave or foolish, or just a bit of both— He was now very close to you, you feel his hand touching your cheek —You intrigue me.—

That took you for surprised other vampires they have just taken all your blood of your body and leave you completely drain. —How can I intrigue you? — Your voice sounds almost sarcastic, but there was confusion there. —Oh, little one, you’re so much more than “just a human”— He leans down and run a finger along your face, gently stroking your chin and jawline. —You have hunted my kind… Even I don’t really care about those ones, is really fascinating to see someone like you murdered that kind of vampires— He takes your chin tilting up so you can his eyes, his crimson red eyes, you could not deny that I cause you to send a chill in your spine. —But that doesn’t take the fact you’re very foolish to come to my home and try to kill me… You’re here not just by coincidence, I bring you here you alone… Ever since I found out about your existence, which wasn’t a year ago, I’ve been watching every step you take, every decision you make, piqued my curiosity, my dear… Of course I had to bring you here with me.—You feel his fingers caressing your chin as he doesn’t let you go, the two of them staring. —M-my friends… They know I’ll come here, they’ll get worried and they’ll come here to help me— Your voice trying sound convinced that they will come to rescue you. —Yes, they certainly would come here and try to rescue you… But let me ask you a question... Do you know how many hunters have entered my domain? How many have existed?… Like I told you, you’re here because I want you to be here alone, I know where your friends are, and I know who are with them, I can make your friends get killed right now, but I will not do that yet…—He says in a threatening voice —B-but there are a lot of people that know me… Th-they will get worried… And they know I’m here— You say with a desperation tone —Hmmm... I'm sure there are many that know you, yes. But what will they do about it, hmm? Come to my domain? The place where hunters never return from? I admire your courage, my love, but I do not think your "friends" are going to come rescue you... And talking about your friends, I know you love them because you see a family in them.— Your eyes get worried and surprised —What if we make a deal… You have two options, you can stay here and we both wait for your friends and I killed them one by one, slowly and painfully in front of you… Or you can save them by submitting to me and save them, but you have to behave or there will be punishments for you for your bad behavior… You’ll have to write a letter to your friends saying that you retired from vampire hunting, that you found love and now you’ll dedicate yourself to staying with him and pleasing him in all his spades… Now take your decision, but we don’t have all day, darling so you better hurry up— You couldn’t believe that not only he have trapped you, now you have to submit to him to save your friends, he’s using them to get you, and he’s achieved it. You don’t have any option. You regret coming alone and not waiting for others to accompany you.

He kneels before you, his head moves to your neck as you can feel his breath, he lift a trail of kiss on the side of your neck —Frist I want a little bite, I want to taste your sweet blood— his teeth and fangs brush in your neck, you can feel the sharp of his fangs on your neck, then you feel how his fangs they break through your skin, you bite your lip trying to not make any noise, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of the sound of your pain. He sucks your blood for a few minutes, you start looking dark circles as you feel more weak until you close your eyes and you remain unconscious.

When you wake up, you were laying on the ground, your hands remain tied, you tried to sit down but your body was so weak, you didn´t know how long you were there locked. You don’t have any other option, so you have to access his deal. He comes back after some time. —Did you take your decision?— He looks down at you, looking deep at your eyes, you only could nod —I’ll submit to you— Your eyes look down as you say that, he smiles at your choice, he kneels and take your chin looking at your eyes. —Good girl. I will untie you, I know you’re weak so you can’t attack me, even if you try you only have your hands to try it, darling.— He takes the handcuffs in your wrists, you don’t even try to do anything, he lifts you up in his shoulder, your tired eyes didn’t even look the way he is taking you, until you feel the soft mattress of the bed, after a few minutes you fall asleep.

You couldn’t believe after years of hunting and killing vampires you end up cleaning the castle of a vampire. You were walking in a corridor and open one of the rooms, you look around and see there were black curtains on the wall, that’s when you notice it wasn’t a wall is a window, you open the curtain and you realize it wasn’t evening yet, you calculated around 4 or 5 pm, that means the sun was still up. You haven’t noticed the time until right now, and after Zemo wasn’t around, you could escape you have a few hours before the sun sets.

You didn’t take too much to find a door that leads to the yard, and for your luck it wasn’t locked. You open the door and go out, you see your surroundings and walk through the yard, it didn’t take you long to arrive in the forest that surrounded the castle, you walk with joy to the forest, without noticing there were two deep eyes looking you walk in the forest.

One of Zemo’s butler have notified about your “escape”. —My Lord, the lady has run away to the forest alone, I think she’s trying to escape, but I don’t think she might go too far after the sun sets… I know the forest is very tricky for someone doesn’t know it— Of course Zemo knows the forest like the palm of his hand.

Zemo looks up at the butler with a sharp look. —Very good, I'll take care of it.— He says, as he stands up from his desk. —Thank you for the information.— Once the butler leaves, Zemo smiles slightly to himself. —Run away, have you, my love? So eager for danger, eh?— He thinks for himself looking at the window of his room.

When the sun went down, Zemo went out to look for you soon enough to find you, you were lost and your solution was to climb a tree to the top and see from above, which clearly did not work and only served to stay trapped in one of the branches, you couldn’t get off and you probably stayed there for a few minutes until I found you —Do you know what a stubborn and foolish creature you truly are, my love? — He gets close to you, but he did nothing to help you. —Can you help me please, sir? — You didn’t have any other option but plead for his help. His cold, dark eyes look down at you. —Why should I help you? You were so eager to leave. To run away. To defy me. And yet now, when you are caught, you beg me for help?— You weren’t in a position to act up and try to get the worst out of him —Don't worry dear, I already have an idea of what to do with you…– You watch him walk away, he didn't come back after some minutes, you were scared and cold, you couldn't see anything in the darkness of the night.—

Of course, he leave you in the damn tree for a few hours and then one of his servants brings you back to your room. You wake up in your bed, one of the servants enters after some minutes to your room, he was very nice to you, he serves you food and make sure you weren’t hurt last night. Until he mention that Zemo wanted to see you in his room after you have eaten, your face goes pale you know the reason why he wanted to see you.

You finish your food and get dressed before to go to Zemo’s room, with a soft knock at the door you make your presence noticeable to him, you heard him talk in the inside of the room, you open the door and Zemo look up to you to meet your gaze. –Do you want to see me, sir? – You asked when you enter into the room –Yes come here, darling– You obey and stand closer to him, he stands up from his chair behind the desk –So, darling… You have a bad behaviour last night, and you know the consequences of your bad behaviour– He moves behind you while he talks, you softly nod when he finishes, feeling his hands on your hips caressing slowly you feel your cheeks getting hot, you couldn't help but bite your lip when you feel his lips brushing your neck, leaving light kisses, You bite your lip as he moves closer to that sensitive spot on your neck, his kisses getting more longer as he was close to that sensitive spot, you almost moan when you know he was about to kiss you there but instead he pats your hips lightly and pull away slightly. –This is a punishment, my dear. I know you're enjoying this and maybe you get a little more if you behave after your punishment… Now bend over the desk. – He says in a commanding tone, you didn't hesitate and do it, one of his hands move to tease your legs, his fingers brushing your thighs lifting slowly the hem of your dress, your face now red for the situation, he saw the way you press your thighs together, his fingers move to pull down your panties slowly until the small fabric falls on the floor.

—Such a pretty thing… See how obedient you can be— You bite your lip when his hand starts to caress your ass cheek, in the unexpected moment he slaps your ass a little to hard to make you moan, Zemo smirk when he gets a reaction from you. You heard one of the drawers open, you couldn’t see what is going on, you just wait impatiently. Then you feel his hands covered in the gloves of leather caressing your thighs –Oh darling we gonna have so much fun– he leans closer to you in a soft whisper, his hot breath against your ear, as you feel his grown erection inside your ass —I want you to count this one, I want you to count 20 and then I’ll stop, but if you don't say it loudly and right I’m gonna start again. — He pulls away and his hand caresses your ass cheek with the glove leather then again he slaps your ass, the leather makes your soft skin sting —O-one… — a soft moan come out of your mouth.

The slaps get even harder when the number gets higher, making you more difficult to count right —I didn't hear you right, sweetheart he has to start again… — You were for the 17 slap after start over 3 times, his slaps get harder every time you make him repeat.

After several times, you finally reach to 20, you couldn’t believe how much your ass sting and hurt, you didn't have to look to see how red it was, as you couldn't believe how wet your inner thighs and folds were, you don't want to admit how turn it on you have get when he spanks you. Zemo look at you with satisfaction, he leans closer to you, a soft moan leaves your lips when you feel the rough fabric of leather caressing your inner thighs —Such a good girl… Already so wet for me, that was supposed to be a punishment not for you to enjoy— He chuckled softly, his hands moving to your wet folds, a soft moan leaves your lips as you feel his finger teasing your folds to your clit making slow circles, making you squirm under him, with a warning he push two of his fingers deep inside of you the leather glove makes his finger more thick, he moves his hands in a slow pace, he was enjoying the way you squirm under him, your little whimpers and moans. —You're so responsive— he murmurs, his voice dark and seductive. —I can feel every pulse, every quiver. You belong to me now, don't you? — His voice possessive close to your ear in a whisper —Y-yes, I’m yours… — You whine, you were so close to your orgasm. —That's what I want to hear— he says, pushing another digit inside you. —You're mine and you'll do as I say. — His fingers thrust into you in a faster pace, filling you up completely.

—You’ll cum when I say you can— With that he continues to finger you, his other hand moves closer to your clit, his fingers start rubbing that sensitive nub. Your walls squeezing his fingers as you were trying to not cum in his hand, not until he tells you that you can. You squirm and beg for him to let you come.

—Cum for me, sweetheart… Cum around my fingers. — And you did, you cum around his fingers with a loud cry, he continue milking your organs moving his fingers in and out while he continues rubbing your clit. He stops when you finally finish your orgasm, he withdraw his fingers slowly, a soft whine comes out of your mouth.

You close your eyes for a few seconds trying to get your breath –Don’t fall asleep already, sweetheart… I'm not close to finish with you. – You try to turn to look at him when you feel the tip of his cock on your swollen folds, he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pushed into you, filling you up with his length. You only could moan loudly and squirm under him. Your tightness around him felt incredible as he began to thrust slowly, taking his time to stretch you out. —So tight and warm for me… — His lips curled into a smile as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. He increased his pace, thrusting harder and faster. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your moans and gasps of pleasure. You don't want to admit it, but he was making you feel the pleasure you never though you could get. Zemo moves to kiss your neck and shoulders as he continues thrusting in you in a rough pace, his grip on your hips was strong, that's gonna leave you bruises the next day. You cry louder when you feel his fangs break the skin in your shoulder, taking your blood. —So sweet and all mine— he whisper on your ear after take some blood of your body, his hand move to your clit, he moan when he feel your inner walls clenching around his cock, he pick more faster and rougher the pace, you can feel the tip of his cock hitting om your cervix, making you squirm under him, you didn't even think straight in that moment he was fucking you deep and senses that you only moan and whimper, you have lost the count of how many times he had make you cum.

Seeing you all ruin for the pleasure just arouse more Zemo, he grabs your face making you to face him and he takes you in a messy kiss, with a deep thrust his cum inside of you filling you up with his warm seed.

Zemo stays inside of you for a few seconds as he catches his breath, you were laying on his desk, blushing and panting, he pulls out of you, his seed come out of your swollen pussy, dripping on your thighs and floor, your red ass checks just give him the imagination of you that he wants —What a messy girl you are, What you're “fans” will think of you? Their little hunter here on my desk all marked by me, you don't want they find out the truth about you? That you enjoy being my little maid and warm my bed. Don't worry, my love that's not gonna happen, because you're mine and you will stay here by my side—

You try to run away a few more times, but the punishment gets even worse with the time that you start to get used to stay around him, you even start to crave for his touch and his sweet words, you fall in love with him, and now you were tied to him for the rest of your life.

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[vervainariadne]

He's so bougie here

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[violetmuses]

Expensive - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)

TITLE: “Expensive” - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)

FANDOM: Marvel - “Falcon and The Winter Soldier” 

CHARACTER: Helmut Zemo 

MAIN PAIRING: Helmut Zemo + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: Everyone has a vice… 

Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. This project is also dedicated to @norabrice1701. Thank you so much for helping out with my writer’s block, Nora! Happy reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜

Main Masterlist 💜

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2024

Eight years of both isolation and silence. 

Despite dodging bullets and running out of the Brass Monkey Saloon with James and Sam, Zemo moved on, giving himself one chance to enjoy this semblance of freedom. 

In truth, there was only a matter of time before the mission would slap him in the face with reality all over again. 

He wouldn’t stay out for long. 

Not long after saving lives in the dark, Sharon Carter threw a party, showing everyone from art dealers to other guests an opportunity to mingle and dance. 

James and Sam cornered elsewhere, surely not moving on the dance floor or partaking in alcohol. 

Soon after ordering another drink, Zemo turns and notices you standing with your own glass of champagne. He prefers whisky, taking careful sips regardless. 

Meanwhile, you were different. You make a point to look at this man cautiously, like you’d seen him before. 

Maybe. How could you forget this handsome face? You think to yourself. 

He’s wearing his dark turtleneck, casted in blue lighting that strobes from the ceiling found overhead. 

His skin pales through this aqua light, but his nearly amber eyes watch you as he peers over that whisky glass. Light brown hair falls out of place, showing one loose curl that angles by his forehead. 

“I stopped drinking for good…” His voice rasps towards you, revealing accented English over booming music that plays out loud. 

“That's great! You say, ironically lifting your glass of champagne and plotting a joke of your own. “Did the bartender find Apple Juice for you tonight?” 

“No, Dear.” This possible stranger laughs for only a moment and the amazing sound nearly tickles your senses. He even sends a joke right back to you, lifting his own glass. “I drink for evil. This is whisky.” 

“Good one. Cheers.” You clink glasses with him, celebrating tonight with this one man who has definitely caught your attention. 

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After trading this conversation back and forth, you threw caution to the wind and conjured a dare, kissing him at the stroke of midnight. 

You could hardly breathe when his lips first met yours, almost shaking and trying to step away in public before James and Sam could notice. Those men were his friends there, apparently. 

You couldn’t leave him behind without “consequences.” 

Bumps and stumbles echo your trail back to him later on.  

Right now, you’re cornered in one guest bedroom, trapped by Helmut’s lips once again as this man holds your face with both hands. 

He’s set one leg between your thighs, angling just right. You can already feel his clothed erection pulsing without fail. 

In the middle of him kissing your neck and mouthing hickies that will bruise at dawn, you tremble speaking. 

“Condom?” You struggle because it feels so good, but still try to remind him of safety for countless reasons. 

“Yes.” Helmut pulls away from your beautiful skin during that one moment and nods, caressing your cheek as if you were the most stunning woman on Earth. 

He smiles against your lips before taking out the condom and taking off his belt. Both of you keep nodding towards one another, absolutely sure that tonight would happen like this. 

It’s almost precious, bonding with a stranger. 

In anticipation you remove underwear, lace for the evening, and wrap both legs around his nude waist. 

“Go.” You whisper, giving him full consent to line up with your entrace and plunge at last. 

Obeying, Helmut listens, almost delicately filling you to the hilt. 

“Do not get us caught.” He warns, lowering his tone through every lethal movement of those damn hips. 

“Shit.” You nearly cried, clutching his shoulders of the turtleneck for balance somehow. 

Since you can’t yell out loud in pleasure, he holds the back of your head, but uses that opposite hand to cover your whimpering mouth. 

Before either one of you could speak again, warmth heats up all space found between your legs and thankfully reaches the condom. 

“Shh…” Helmut calms this moment, not letting your feet reach the floor just yet as he continues holding you in place. Even still wearing the condom, he rests inside of you, silent. 

His hair, now dishelved in the name of ecstasy, looks even darker through casting moonlight. 

He breathes towards your neck, burying his nose as if to forget so much. 

He wants to forget everything.

And yet, he can’t, even right now. 

Regrettably, he pulls out to make you hollow and trashes the condom elsehwere, prompting you to readjust your clothes. 

Of course Sharon won’t mind if you snuck out of this apartment, but Helmut returns from the bathroom and looks at you, peering those gorgeous brown eyes again. 

“I should um… I should go.” Pointing near the door, you’re awkward now, sobering through lack of more alcohol and this strange mix of relief from sex. 

“Of course.” Helmut nods, dressed once more and fairly opening the door for you like a gentleman. 

Just seconds before you walk out the door and leave him for good, you hold these heels and stand up on your bare tip-toes, kissing Helmut’s cheek. 

“Bye.” You smile, giving him one last farewell as the bedroom door closes. 

When Helmut goes to sleep that night, this man dreams of you, content for once. 

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