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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Kinky stuff you said?

so... i have this idea

I know we all collectively as a fandom have decided that Andrea is a fluff ball lmao

but I'm rooting for him because...I don't know, like when he got angry when he found out about the letter and started to play the violin all annoyed and how he raised his voice and there is also the look that he gave Olga he gives me the feelings like~

Andrea spank me with that violin bow (we can buy a new one later)

Something like Teach me a lesson sweet boy

Dancing the dance [Andrea Marowski x Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut (fingering, spanking, mentions of cheating)

Author’s note: Do I have to say something? I mean the request is amazing enough

It was just a day like any other in the little village, you opened your bookshop, a small little thing that your uncle run and you were proud to call it your precious jewel.

You worked hard to keep it afloat, you went by bicycle to the bigger cities nearby to get the best books yourself or the classics, you were determined not to let it die on you, but it was every day harder.

It was almost the end of your day when you saw Mr Barnes come inside, he was a war veteran that suffered terrible injuries, but also an avid reader who would come even twice a week.

“Don’t you tell me you have already finished it, James”

You smiled at him and he shrugged, his playful smirk running over his lips. “I like this Agatha Christie author and her Belgian detective, what can I say?”

He was a player, you knew it and didn’t expect anything less from him, he is handsome and he knows it. But you never took him seriously and even less since a certain shipwrecked violinist made his way to your heart, but truth to be told, you indulged him. Sure, he was a passionate reader, but he loved to come and flirt with you and you need him and his coins to call it a day.

“Well, what’s next then?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the bookworm, aren’t you?”

His smirk was playful but you ignored it and smiled only moving away from the counter, making your away around the books to try the one you were meaning to offer him next. You always planned one in advance, or even two, just to make sure to give him enough attention but not too much.

“What about…” you begun, your tongue sticking a little put as you’re focused, eyebrows furrowed as you read the titles.

“You’d look even more the part with glasses” he interrupted you and you chuckled

“I know, I know, I should wear them but..”

“No, I mean that you’d look even more attractive with them on”

You kept quiet as he moved closer, his arm leaning against the shelf in front of you as you mumbled a thank you.

He stared at you following your every move, your hand picking a thin book and handing it to him.

“The Great Gatsby” he read out loud “Is it new?” “No, just American, it was published in 1925”

He nodded looking at it as he moved page after page, his lips pursed in concentration as you tried to move past him, but he just stood still and board in front of you.

“What do you do after work?”

“Oh, well I have some chores to do at home, study new purchases for the shop”

“You always do” he said closing the book with a loud snap making you jolt in your spot

“Let’s have a date night, we could dine at the tavern and you can tell me more about those orders you always have to do” he said taking a step forward as you mimicked him taking a step back.

“Y/N” he murmured “we are dancing this dance from a long time, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

You replied only as you tried to move past him

“You’re very attractive, still unmarried, incredibly tempting for every man in town, you should expect it”

The truth was that you weren’t completely far from anything love related, but Dr Mead advised you to keep your little ‘entanglement’ with Andrea s secret for the time being. Most people still didn’t get the difference of him being Polish and not German and it would only make your life harder for no reason. So you obliged, you closed the curtains at night when he sneaked into your room, you visited him often with the excuse of bringing him books, you pretend not to wish his touch on you every time of the day.

“I said I can’t already”

You took the chance to move past James and take the broom to clean.

He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as his eyes travelled on you. He was patient, but not that patient, nevertheless you were a delicious eye candy to his eyes. He put his hand to his pocket still holding the book into the other one. He pulled out some coins and left them on the table, there was also a tip from you.

“I like this game Y/N” he said bluntly to you and he looked at the book “also. such a small book makes me think you want me to come back soon”

You looked at him, you matched his smirk, oh he loved to be kept on the edge, didn’t he?

“See you next week” you only said and he gave you a light military salutation to you saying something about being at your orders.

You smirked biting the inside of your cheek as you enjoyed the game for sure, or the dance as he called it, but you were realising how you had to probably tone it down. He was liking it a bit too much and going over the simple play, plus you were losing the plot of it since Andrea came into the picture.

After you closed the day, recorded all the sells and cleaned the shop you wrapped yourself up in a coat, taking an easy children book for Andrea to practice with. On your way out you noticed some scattered flowers on the ground, but you didn’t pay much attention to it.

You made your way to Ursula and Janet’s house, the violin being played out loud, a very dramatic and strong melody going off, almost violent.

As you knocked at the door Janet welcomed you quickly.

“Oh Y/N, please try to talk to him, at least you know German” she said and you looked at her confused “he went out for a walk and came back so angry, he shouted at poor Ursula, she is so bumped, I can’t look after the two of them” Janet said in her own way that made it sound almost funny, if not sarcastic.

You nodded taking off your coat and hat, you walked upstairs holding the book with you, the music getting louder as you took the stairs until his room, you got inside without knocking because it would be impossible for him to hear anyway. The first thing you noticed was his back wrapped in that white shirt and the pants kept up by his suspenders. You still remember vividly the first time you pulled those suspenders off his shoulders, it is still one of your favourite things to do as a prelude of what is about to come.

“Andrea” you called him as you closed the door behind your back, locking it just because you know how much Ursula likes to peak in.

He turned around suddenly, almost scaring you off as he held his violin in one hand and the thin bow into his other hand, his eyes on fire, jaw clenched and his back straight like a soldier.

“You bezwstydny” he shouted at you and you looked at him even more confused “schamlos” he said then in German.

“Shameless? Why?” You asked frowning, you had the luck to know German because your family immigrated to Cornwall before the WWI to join your uncle’s business, but that didn’t help when Andrea was so mad to decide not to tolerate any other language by his own like now.

“I saw you” he said spitting venom “You think funny?”

“But what?”

“You with that man in bookshop!” He growled putting down the violin because it was at serious risk of being thrown on the floor.

You parted your lips in shock as he said that, so those flowers were his?

“Did you come to pick me up?”

He nodded but his lips pressed against each other in disgust.

“Andrea, don’t make that face, he is just a client acting up”

“You act up”

You looked at him shaking your head “you don’t understand” you said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“oh no, I do understand”

His voice was different, his accent thicker than ever, there was no trace of the usual sweet smile, almost mischievous, that he always had on his lips.

He sat down on the chair were Ursula watched him for nights on “on my lap”

You frowned “no”

He raised his eyebrows “I think you not understand” he said threateningly “Are you playing with two men?”

You shook your head vehemently “You know it is not like this” you stated “I want only you”

He didn’t seem impressed, he pursed his lips in disbelief and let out a sarcastic chuckle twirling the bow between his fingers.

“Then prove it”

His accent hitting you again, you loved it, but the way he said it, that didn’t feel comforting.

You stared at him, you didn’t want to argue with him, he was already too mad and to hold a conversation was to ask too much.

So you obliged leaving the book aside and making your way to his lap sitting on it.

“No this way” he said wiggling underneath you to make you stand up

“gebückt” he said in German waving the bow to you. Oh, so he wanted you bent over it?

You stood uncomfortable for a moment but then you nodded again, you needed to get past this crisis, no?

So you moved your dress a bit to make your way onto his lap, you wanted to ask what now but then you felt distinctively the way he pulled your skirts up.

“Andrea” you hissed at him but by now he held you in that position pushing your panties down, the cold air hitting your bum, your cheeks bringing from embarrassment.

“You like play, so you get to be punish like little kid”

You blushed even more if possible, you wiggled but he held you down firmly until you stopped struggling and settled in the position he wanted.

“Repeat numbers in English for me” he said and you whimpered as he smacked that bow onto your ass earning a gasp, your shoulders trembled inward as it was more painful than expected.

“Number?”

“One” you replied immediately, how much do you have to count, you wondered.

You whimpered as other two snaps to the stick followed very quick together

“Andrea, please stop” “If you wanted me to stop you’d not act to earn it” his words an hiss between his teeth “we begin again now, you didn’t count”

You groaned but another slap reduced you to a forced obedience “one”

He smirked widely as he twirled the bow in his hand, you could’t see him but you could ear the way it cut the air around.

You obeyed and counted all the three snaps that followed, your breath itching and your hands trying to reach out to the floor to gain some advantage in the positioning, which still felt too embarrassing, the constrictive exposure of your bottom making you feel uneasy.

Andrea saw that movement and he reached down with his free hand clasping onto your jaw making you look up like some animal in need to be tamed. Another whip hit you.

“Five” you groaned as now your position felt even more humiliating, you shivered as he chuckled

“Now you will be good during more strokes, if you manage to come to dziesięć then you’ll be free”

You groaned, how much is that? The confusion in you was showing as your body stiffened. The unknown scaring you, your core clenched shamelessly, your wetness revealing a pleasure that was evident, a dirtiness of your own that you didn’t expect to meet.

“Only five more”

He whispered and smacked your ass again, you whined squeezing your eyes

“Six”

Oh, to see you so obedient.

“You like to be a tease, don’t you? You love it, showing off like a whore to that man, to all the men, you sell them the whole experience for few coins? You make them believe they can fuck you?”

He smirked hitting your ass again, your hips buckling against his leg as you were looking for relief from that desire

“Seven”

“You love it, you love to be desired by many don’t you?”

“Eight”

“You want them to dream of you at night, to desire to fuck you and smack your ass like I am doing now, these skirts only making them dream more”

“Nine”

You were sobbing by now, his hand on your jaw making it hard to breathe and speak

“Who is a whore?” “I am”

“Who is my whore?

“I am”

He smirked, he was pleased giving you one last whip, the hair of the bow falling down as some of them broke, oh you know too well how much that will cost you, Andrea wasn’t one to easily ruin something like that.

“Ten!”

You almost shouted it, your thighs trembling and knees kept closing and parting trying to find some relief.

Andrea leaned down kissing the back of your neck as he gave you time to calm down, let the humiliation sink in.

“Andrea” Ursula’s voice rang from behind the door “Are you quite alright? Dinner is almost ready”

“I am! Y/N and I need a moment” he said, his voice completely different and far from the dark threatening voice that poured over you a second before “We will be down in ten!” As he spoke he touched over your wet slit, how shamelessly you were patching his pants with all that excitement, so slowly began playing with you, you winced biting on the fabric of his tailored cloths trying to hold back any sound while those skilled violist fingers kept scissoring inside of you. “We haven’t done yet”

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shmaptainwrites · 3 years

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hehe hi can i request “we're with family and can't kiss but let's sneak into your old room for a minute” with my sweet baby andrea ?

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes (just pretend that continues for like a really long time and you’ll get how excited i am) (also I'm so sorry if this is a little ooc)

andrea marowski x gn!reader

Chistmas time was always a treat. Being with family, sitting around a warm fire and exchanging gifts, no matter how small. This year was special though. It was the first time you had decided to bring someone home.

Your older sisters and brother were all already married and some even had kids, but you were the youngest and the last to find someone as it seemed.

You knew this year was going to be hectic, kids adults, seniors all crammed into a small home, but that was part of the charm, you just had to be sure to tell that to Andrea.

The night before you came into town you found yourself a phone, calling your parents and trying to explain to them they really needed to be on their best behaviour.

"I really like him okay," you smiled softly to yourself, biting your bottom lip.

"I can't believe it, they're in love," your mother cooed on the other end.

"Yes, and if you love me then you'll go easy on him, okay? He's not from here, and he's been practicing his English like crazy for tomorrow,"

"Of course," your father assured. "We can't wait,"

And so the next day came and you were walking hand in hand with Andrea until you reached the front door.

He saw your tenseness and gave you an extra squeeze of your hand.

"Deep breath," he looked at you with a small smile and you nodded.

"Yeah, deep breath,"

Placing your hand on the handle you swung the door open and before you could say hello a gaggle of children, your nieces and nephews came and surrounded you, tackling you in hugs.

"Hey, guys!" you grinned, pressing kisses to each of their foreheads or cheeks.

"Mom! (N/N)'s got a boyfriend!" Cyrus called, and you rolled your eyes.

"Tattletale!" you picked him up, squeezing him in a tight hug. "And his name's Andrea,"

Andrea waved shyly to the boy who waved back before you put him down, now faced with your siblings and parents.

"(Y/N), finally decided to show up for a holiday?" your brother teased.

"Guys, enough of that, now would you like to introduce us?" your mother asked excitedly, pointing to the man standing by your side.

"Andrea," he said, holding out a hand for them to shake. "My name is Andrea Marowski,"

Your mother ignored his hand and pulled him instead into a hug, which after the shock had faded he accepted.

"Marowski? Where's that from?" your sister asked.

"Poland," he said proudly.

"And that you've got there?" your father asked pointing to his case.

"Dad!" you chided in a whisper.

"No, it's okay," Andrea assured you with a chuckle. "You tell them or me?"

"You go ahead," you nodded.

"It's violin," he explained. "I play,"

"Oh so you're a musician?!" your other sister exclaimed excitedly and he nodded. "You'll have to play for us!"

"Could you?" you asked, turning over to him and he nodded eagerly. "Okay, but first we should get some tea and sit down for a bit, we've been travelling a while,"

Your family nodded and moved aside, allowing for you to come to the kitchen and gather your bearings a bit.

"You okay?" you asked Andrea quietly while your family seemed to be busy arguing over some small trivial thing.

"Yes," he gave you a nod. "You worry too much,"

"I'm sorry," you apologized with a chuckle. "I just don't want them to scare you away,"

"Scare? Me?" he seemed to find that highly amusing. "I was dead, nothing scares me anymore,"

"Oh hush, you screamed last time we saw a spider," you pinched his cheek and he went a shade of pink.

Your mother came and interrupted your quiet conversation with two cups of tea and some conversation.

Eventually, as you had hoped you both became less the centre of things as they drifted off to tother topics.

Andrea was busy listening when he felt a gentle tug at his sleeve and looking down he saw your niece, Mariella.

"You said you play the violin?" she asked and Andrea nodded, turning his attention to her. "Can you show me?"

"Sure," he smiled, holding out his arms so he could pick her up and place her on his lap, opning the case that was resting next to him and showing her the instrument. "This is bow," he gave her the piece of wood with horse hairs strung tightly on it.

"And it helps make the sound?"

"Yeah, you got it,"

You had since then abandoned the coversation, watching how carefully he tended to your niece, addressing her curiosity with patience, it made your heart swell. If you were alone, you would kiss him, but given the amount of people in the house right now that made it a difficult task.

As soon as dinner came and went you quickly grabbed Andrea's hand and in the chaos dragged him to your childhood bedroom, closing the door shut behind you.

Andrea was already quickly distracted by your things, curious about the small toys and music boxes that lined the wall.

"Andrea?" you chuckled lightly and he turned around, like he was caught doing something wrong. "Come here," you motioned with your finger and he followed your directions, coming to stand in front of you. "I was hoping we might get a moment alone,"

"Oh, alone," he seemed to understand your thoughts, and came even closer, his hands holding your face and the rest of his body practically pressed against yours.

"Maybe next Christmas we won't have to hide away to do this," you whispered.

"Does that mean I get to marry you?"

"Just kiss me Andrea," you breathed out a chuckle and he finally obeyed, letting his lips rest against yours in a soft and gentle kiss.

When you parted slightly, his hands left the sides of your face and reached into his pocket, pulling out a ring, just a band, nothing special by counts of value, but it meant everything if he was asking what you really thought he was.

"I can marry you now?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face. "I know it's not um... fancy or pretty, but I promise I will buy another when I have more money,"

"Andrea," you cooed, "I don't care I think it's lovely," you breathed. "Yes, I'll marry you, hell, I'd marry you a thousand times,"

"But one is good for me," he joked and you rolled your eyes, bringing him in for one more kiss.

"Ich liebe dich," you murmured against his lips. "I love you, Andrea,"

"I love you too,"

"Hey (N/N)!" you could hear Cyrus on the other side, baning onto the door.

"We better leave," you chuckled. "Cyrus! Get outta here!" you shooed him away and waited for the steps to retreat before slipping out of the room, a new piece of jewlery glistening against your previously empty ring finger. You wondered if anyone would notice.

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sugar-sweets-fanfic · 3 years

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Andrea × Fem!Escort

word count - 1,526

WARNING - (NO MINORS PLS), escorts, sex, no protection, fluff

Prompt - You are an escort that is being followed around by a lost puppy, Andrea. He constantly pays you just to talk and loves your attention. After he really wins you over with his violin skills you decide to win him over with your own skills

This young man has been bothering you for months. Always following you like a puppy. You assumed he was there for the reason most men were there. But, it was as if he didn't know what your occupation was. Even though he did pay to spend time with you. Being in a place with paper thin walls, you can definitely hear moans from the other rooms.

Perhaps he was being a gentleman? Or maybe he was just blindly crushing on you. But, that felt too big headed to think of. You just kept going along with it. Unsure how to stop this weird constant encounter with him. However, before you could even think of a way to stop it. Boom, he was in your motel room again. Though this time he brought along his violin. Which was new to you. Andrea hushed your questioning lips. Soon playing a special little piece he wrote.

As you sit there, in the middle of the bed. Wearing a laced up turquoise bra and silk shorts to match. You keep your hands folded in your lap as you listen attentively. Your eyes sort of glisten with emotion from how beautifully he played. Once he finished you quickly make sure you look put together. Not wanting to show how much the piece moved you.

"You're quite the player."

"Thank you.. I hope you don't mind me writing more songs just for you. I..—You uhhh.. What do you call it…inspirować.." Andrea mumbled in an awkwardly frustrated tone. Unable to find the perfect words to use.

"I-In..spiro..wac?" You question.

"Heh.. W-Well you make me want to write more pieces to play."

"ah! So I inspire you?"

"Yes! Inspire.. inspirować!" Andrea smiled brightly.

Fuck, why was he so sweet to you? Today especially, it bothered you. You wanted to know what he wanted. So better ask now before this overwhelming feeling of frustration ended. "Why? Why are you so nice? I mean.. You don't wanna fuck me? So why be here?"

Spontaneously, his face grew flush with nerves. "Because I like you a lot.. And I don't need to— do such things to show you my feelings." He shrugged shyly. Hoping it didn't sound too sappy to you. Since you were so rough around the edges. Still, he couldn't help but adore that about you.

Now was your turn to blush. His answer made you fall quiet. You still sit there, not moving an inch. There was a way you wanted to show him appreciation. Which was the thing you were best at. Something you felt pretty proud of. Lifting your hand up slowly. Along with the other, to unclip your bra from the front. Revealing your small yet full breasts. Causing Andrea to nearly drop his violin. He quickly averted his eyes as he put away his instrument.

"W-What are you doing?" He asked in a flustered manner.

"You've stopped by here everyday for a month. Paying just to talk and now play me music? I wanna give you something special." You smirk.

"But.. I, I don't want you for your body…I want you.. For you."

"I know.. That's why I wanna have sex with you. Not for the money.. Because I like you a lot." You say as you crawl over to the edge of the bed.

He glanced over his shoulder at you. As you beckon him with a few curls of your index finger. Sitting up on your knees as he slowly approaches you. He did his best to keep eye contact with you. Which you found rather sweet. But the mischievous part of you wanted to toy with him a bit.

"Hey, eyes down here." You point to your chest as you giggle.

Andrea chuckled shyly as he looked away. "I'm n-not used to this.."

"Wait, are you a virgin, baby? Because I'm happy to pop that cherry of yours."

Andrea's eyes slightly widen at your words. As his gaze connected to yours and he nodded. He really never had done anything like this before. So you help him start by reaching over and grabbing his hands. Moving them up to her breasts. Making him cup the soft of her chest. Andrea kept his eyes on yours. When you let go of his hands. They stay up against your chest. Gaining a nice firm grip, squeezing them gently.

"Mmh..That's it baby. Now let me get a good taste of those lips." You mumble in a hushed tone.

You reach up and cup his face. Andrea leaned in along with you. Your lips met and the two exchanged soft kisses. Which soon turns to heavy deep smooches. Filling the room with kissing sounds. Andrea starts massaging your breasts. Earning some sweet muffled moans from you. Which excited the young man more. His kisses start to trail down your neck. You smirk to yourself as he grows more frisky.

"That's it.. Just follow your instincts." You sigh softly against his ear.

Andrea paused for a moment. His hands leave your chest as he pulls back. Cocking his head to the side with a faint smile. Biting his bottom lip as he looks you up and down. "Could you lay on your back, for me?"

Your eyes light up with excitement. "Yes, baby. I sure will, just— only for you, Andrea."

Those words hit him hard as he did only want you. Having you all to himself would make him very happy. As those happy thoughts flowed through his mind. He began to remove his pants. The sound of his belt becoming unbuckled got you throbbing. Your hips slightly shift as you pull off your silky shorts. So you were fully nude now. Ready for him whenever he was ready.

Andrea blushed at the sight of you. His eyes glued to your core. It looked to be soft and had a nice pastel pink tint to it. The way it glistens lets him know how wet you really were. Making his stiffening shaft harden more. As it starts to stand up on its own. Causing his boxers to protrude significantly.

"Make me yours baby.. Fuck me with that passion you used to make that song for me." You demand in a hushed tone.

His brow creased as he lightly shook his head. "I want to make love to you my sweetheart..that's the only passion I have for you, Piękno."

You practically felt your heart skip a beat. You weren't sure what that foreign word meant. Though, you figured it was definitely something sweet. So you didn't dare question it. All you wanted now was for him to be inside of you. Laying there with your arms extended towards him. He leaned down into your embrace. As he pulled his boxers down enough to free his erection.

Andrea tried to simply use his hips to guide himself inside of you. However, you assisted him with your hand. Soon you felt his hardened appendage fill you nicely. A deep gasp was released by your lover. He whimpered at how warm and wet you felt around his girth. Shyly hiding his face against the side of your neck.

"Feels nice, huh? Don't be shy..go on and start fuc—making love t..to me." You murmured.

Feeling sort of timid by using such a word. The usual guys you slept with were so rough. They liked using the term 'fuck' and liked to do it straight away. This was all so new to you. However, you really were enjoying it.

A moment later, Andrea did as you instructed. He began to pump his hips slowly against you. As your thighs caged his hips. You moan softly at each hump. Your hands grip the back of his shirt tightly. Andrea's arms wrap snug around your torso. You closed your eyes as you listened to his soft cries of pleasure. It was the thing that nearly turned you on the most. They were so adorable to you, you smiled lightly.

"Mmm f-fuahh..fuck. Harder.. Please.." You purr in pleasure.

Almost instantly he moved his hips faster. Making the bed creak with all the movement that was going on. His cries grew louder as he grew closer to cumming. You could feel the way his cock throbbed. So you decided to throw in some nice tight kegels to add some new sensations for him.

"Oh w-wow! You're g-gonna make me— ah! I-I need to pull ou…"

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist. Keeping his pelvis connected to your. "Cum in me…"

You could barely finish your sentence before you felt a warm rush. His breath hitched in your ear. His arms squeeze around you, but soon loosened. As his orgasm fell and he could finally start to pant. Andrea pulled back to look you in the eye. You were caught off guard by his sad expression.

"What's wrong?"

"You didn't.. Get off?"

You sigh in a lighthearted manner and give him a warm smile. As you brush your fingers through his hair. "Shh, it's okay baby. You'll have many more chances to make me cum..but for now get some rest, love."

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strwbsgirl · 3 years

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

sub! zemo x dom! reader headcannon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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italianraviolos · 3 years

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Bitches be really here listening to playlist to feel like lying on the seashore with this cutie...

I'm one of those bitches ❤️

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl x reader #andrea marowski #andrea marowski x reader #fanfic #oneshot #andrea marowski x you #daniel brühl smut #brühl #Spotify

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Lmao lemme just reblog all of my fics again for self exposure

#scuttle-buttle #daniel bruhl fanfiction #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #niki lauda rush 2013 #niki lauda fanfiction #laszlo kreizler fanfic #niki lauda x reader #laszlo kreizler x reader #the alienist #rush 2013 #andrea marowski fanfiction #andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #personal

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dannybruehl · 3 years

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I’m in my Andrea Marowski feelings again

#Andrea Marowski #ladies in lavender #I’ve been reading fanfic #daniel brühl

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therenlover · 3 years

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Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

This post is massive so, for the sake of your dash, everything is under the cut

A NOTE ABOUT REQUESTS!

I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

If I choose not to do your request based on personal preference (it makes me uncomfy/I don’t write for the character at that time/I don’t feel I can write what you want/etc.) I will do my best to contact you and let you know! That being said, if you think your ask got buried/forgotten, feel free to message me again and let me know, but please tell me when you message me if I should be looking for a prior request.

Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

Hey you! If you’ve made it this far down the list, thanks for supporting me as an author! I’ll be linking my AO3 here. I post everything there shortly before I post it here, and there are some older fics there you might enjoy along the way! It’s also easier to drop comments over there and I keep them open for non-members, so give me a shout if you liked what I wrote!

I love you all, you make me so happy, and without you support I would never be motivated to write! Cheers!

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ineffablebean · 3 years

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I just finished watching ladies in lavender and akshshsjs DAMN I was smiling half of the time. I really need to stop simping so hard.

Imma stop after reading some Andrea Marowski fanfics-

He's just so soft and sweet😭

#ladies in lavender #andrea #Marowski #daniel brühl #simp #simping

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f1yogurt · 2 years

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

Minors DNI 18+ obviously

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

Zemo:

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

Laszlo:

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

Niki:

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

Andrea:

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

Ernst:

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

Alex Garel:

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

Sebastian Zollner:

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

Alex Kerner:

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

David Kern:

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

Konrad Koch:

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

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

#my headcanons #daniel brühl #the danny bunch #danny headcanons #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #daniel bruhl headcanons #my fanfic #sub!alex garel #sub!sebastian zollner #sub!andrea marowski #sub!laszlo kreizler #sub!niki lauda #sebastian zöllner #alex garel #laszlo kreizler #baron zemo #helmut zemo #alex kerner

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Take My Heart [Andrea Marowski x Fem!Reader]

Synopsis: Comforting Andrea helps you to take a new step in life. Warnings: Fluff, cuddles and loads of softness against self doubting

A/N: to my @cazzyimagines you inspired me to write, you introduced me to this dazzling word of words and I won't ever thank you enough. All my best wishes go to you <3

The translation of the polish song is not mine, but once I read it I had to make it part of the story.

It has been weeks.

Your first reaction to the news of Andrea being accepted to the London Philharmonic as first violin was a dream come true.

Happy kisses and celebrations, special dinners and late night cuddles were all you two could think about.

Then it slowly downed on you as the papers came in, as you moved bank accounts and begun packing up books and decors of the house.

You were out there about to change your life.

Out there ready to leave your place, the things you have always known and the safe zone that always welcomed you.

It wasn't only Andrea big opportunity, it was also yours, you got quickly a typing job at the university and they would give you a great discount over your future there as a student.

Life was smiling at you and yet you could only feel a sense of loss and terror downing onto your shoulders day after day, like a sort of guillotine of fate, unstoppable and cruel.

It all begun when you wanted to bake to relax last Monday, then you realised you already packed and sent to London all of your baking stuff.

Then again, you wanted to re read one of your comfort books but you didn't remember in which box full of books it was.

All small moments, small incidents, small things that you were missing day after day. You felt in a nowhere zone and the next move seemed only bigger and scarier.

Andrea was also going back and forth to London, picking up a place to stay and signing papers, going to the rehearsals.

He said many times you could stay there, but you knew perfectly it would mean to see him rarely and live apart most of the week, beside not helping your career neither.

If you acted reasonably onto it you'd surely knew the pros were more than the cons, that it was a complete win/win situation.

And yet, again, you couldn't help it but feel disoriented and lost, alone in a house that didn't feel like a home anymore and ready to depart somewhere exciting and scary like the big city of London.

All those thoughts and many more were surrounding you as you sat on your bed trying to decide which duvets and covers had to leave first and what clothes to keep and send later. Seasonal thinking was the answer, but you just stared at your cardigan close to your light linen dress like they had to go together.

A soft knock at the window making your head raise abruptly up as Andrea was there wearing his thick wool suit and waved at you, his violin case over his shoulder as his smiled died out a bit seeing your sad expression.

He observed you as you smiled happy to see him back, the house and your thoughts becoming so big when you were alone, bigger than giants in children’s books.

His dark eyes gently caressing your figure as he closed them to lean a kiss over he clear surface of the window.

You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his antics.

You stood up opening the shutters as he blinked a bit surprised, a gaze full of love directed onto you made you feel silly to be so worried, but at the same time alive.

"Good evening, my Juliet"

You chuckled as you leaned half of your body out to reach him for a kiss.

"It is so beautiful to have you back" you confessed on his lips making him smile fondly.

He stared at you and for a moment you felt like he got you, like he could see through you and know what a mess of feelings and insecurities you were.

You pulled back going to open the front door to him as he did the same moving there holding onto the small suitcase that kept going back and forth with him through London.

"Where have you slept these nights?" you asked as soon as you opened the door to him.

"With the trombone guy, he snores as much as his instrument" he said as he dropped his bag inside and then delicately put the violin case on top of it.

"I missed you every second" he said taking your hands in his hand kissing your knuckles.

But you felt stiff, your worry more visible than you thought as he just felt how worried and tensed you were.

He looked up noticing like the whole living room was empty and the kitchen sported the bare minimum.

"You are doing an amazing job" he said but you discarded the compliment pretty quickly just bowing your head on side and raising your shoulders.

You felt like you weren't doing anything special.

"Y/N" he murmured softly as you pulled away "Let's make up something to eat" you said as you tried t change topic.

But he stared at you still, he sighed softly as he followed you taking off his jacket and leaning against the kitchen counter.

He was staring, you knew it.

He wasn't still fond of his own english and sometimes he resumed back to that silence that pervaded the beginning of your love story. The way he looked at you and it was like telepathy, you felt his feelings run through you and under your skin.

You picked up some bread to prepare some quick sandwiches for the two of you, the moving company will come tomorrow and you still felt like you were living in chaos and nothing was ready to go.

You looked up, his eyes still on you.

"You know that you don't have to" he said as he always told you "I can say no, I need you, I don't need that place, the wold is full of Orchestras and I can keep teaching violin and piano to kids” he assured to you for the hundredth time.

You knew that phrase by memory by now and you couldn’t imagine him wasting his talent going around town day by day on his bike to teach the same four Mozart pieces to kids.

"Andrea, it is your big shot. I-"

“Nobody is going to shoot me"

You chuckled softly at his words "It means it is your important occasion"

"oh" he said blushing a bit as he looked at you biting the inside of his cheek feeling a bit silly but at least he made you smile.

"Why don't we let the moving company get hold of the rest and we just go to London?"

You looked at him puzzled as the nervousness took over you.

"There's still a lot to pack" you said "also I.."

He interrupted you taking your hands away from the bread you were just crushing.

"Listen" he said taking in a big breath "my home is you. Since I arrived here in England, you're the one that made me feel home and whole. I am in no need to have a country to go back to, I need you"

You gulped down surprised by his words as he was opening up to you and really putting out some effort not just throwing reassuring words in the air.

"I am sorry" you begun and he swore his heart skipped a beat because it sounded really bad "I just, I don't want to ruin everything"

"The big shot?" the asked showing you he learned the words

"Yes, I mean, all I wanted was to be happy and we have so many opportunities in London, the both of us, but what if I fail that job? Or I can't make it at university or just anything happens and you'll be there in that big theatre and ..."

You felt the tears pickle your eyes as the real reason that was unknown to you just a second before came out of your lips.

"I am just a country girl"

He looked at you, his head titling on side as he kissed your cheek making the tears gathered in your eyes roll down

"My country girl"

He corrected you.

"I love you Y/N, I need you the way that you're, I need our life to be the same, no matter the city. I told you, you're the only place that I need and I love you because you're you. Because you love to make certain teas at certain hours or because you come home with adopted kittens every night or because you do our bread at home and always ask me to check if it is salty enough. I love your creativity, the way you see inspiration and potential in things, even broken things like me when I arrived here. I love how your mind is made of poetry and the way you write is a song, I know you think that your writings are silly I only see them as the most amazing reality I wish I could live in if I didn’t have the chance to keep you by my side. You’re talent made human and a flower at heart. I hope you could see it as clear as I do, I wish I could gift you a day with my eyes to witness it yourself, but let me at least gift you my heart for another day and I promise not even London is big enough or rich enough to equal the way that I love you”

You watched him frown a little and you could tell he was getting himself emotional, in those times it was still hard for men to open up plus the language barrier and his natural sensitive and sometimes easy going nature, to make a serious point was really hard on him.

“I love us, I love to be a country man with my country girl”

He smiled warmly at you as he pressed his forehead against yours “my darling you taught English to an egg head like me, you make everywhere we go home, you are more than capable to do work and university and sustain all those boring talks of the piano guy about techniques of playing without making him look like a patronising dick”

You frowned lightly at him pulling slightly back “That trombone guy is teaching you bad words, I see”

He smiled with a soft chuckle but you were desperately trying to hold back tears as his heart really felt like being poured into your hands “See? I need you or I’ll be the most potty mouthed violinist in the history of London Philharmonic”

“Then I really have to come”

“Please do”

You looked at him as a soft sigh left your lips, his eyes onto again, they actually never left you but you couldn’t help but keep noticing how it always felt brand new, how his feelings shredded only to grow stronger after every second.

“Well, my typewriter is already packed so”

He chuckled softly, he calls your typewriter ‘the lover’ just like you do with the violin, those are the only things that can keep you far from each other.

He smiled as he went down onto his one knee, doing so he left your hand as he begun searching into his pockets inside and outside of his jacket until he pulled out a key with a little keyring with a metal flower. “Y/N Y/L/N would you give me the honour to share an humble country life in the noisy London? To entertain at dinner boring people and eat in front of the fire on winter nights? To read me your short stories and listen to my violin compositions? To make me the luckiest man once again in my life?”

You chuckled as you blushed deeply hating how cheesy he must be but also how dazzlingly cute.

“Of course I do silly”

“I am Silly” he said happily like that was such a cute nickname.

That was just him, he always pulled a smile out of you, he always showed you your brightest side, your amazing skills, your potential while you downed yourself.

You picked the key but as you pulled he didn’t let go.

He was the one pulling you down as he kissed you slowly again, his lips warm and welcoming as he always smiled while kissing you like the happiness you give him was impossible to restrain. You always put yourself to doubt, he never doubted you.

As he parted the kiss he stood up again.

A moment of silence as you wanted to apologise to him, for doubting him, doubting your choices and chances.

It was hard to go through the unknown but you forgot you weren’t alone to face it.

He hummed softly as you recognised the song he played to the first time at the party that brought you together.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he kept humming, his arm wrapping around your waist as the other was still joined to yours by the key.

He swayed you slowly in the empty shell of the house that first welcomed your love, suddenly the end felt far away from you, there was only hope and brightness. Yes, it was sad to leave, but you were moving forward, you were loving more than you ever loved in your life, you were nurturing a future that was real and it was with the man you loved.

A man that, you realised it now like it was the first time, saw in you more than anyone could ever see. A new chapter ahead felt now like the promise of a new land, a wild discovery, an unhinged future.

As happiness settled once again in your heart, Andrea’s lips neared your ear revealing to you the song had also a lyric:

“Dajcie, dajcie na bursztyny, żeby miała ładne syny,

Dajcie, dajcie na paciórki, żeby miała ładne córki,

Graj muzyka, będziesz w niebie, a skrzypeczki koło ciebie,

Muzykanty boże dzieci, niech im jasna gwiazdka świeci” *

*Give, give money for ambers so that she will have pretty sons, Give, give me money for beads so that she will have pretty daughters. Play music, you'll be in heaven, and violinists next to you, Play music, you'll be in heaven, and violinists next to you, Musicians, children of God, let the bright star shine them.

Tagged @cazzyimagines @lieutenantn @handmaiden-of-mischief @thesunflowersutra @zemomybeloved @fictionlandslanddreams@charistory @greeneyedblondie44 @apparrio @hb8301 @whatawildone @rhymerhymerhyme @thehuiabird @lilith-blackrose @unbeatablecurlgirl @obsidianlaszlo @alindeluce @zemosimp05 @baronesszemo-blackwood @nocapesdahling @everythingbeginsineternity-blog @archangelproperty

#andrea marowski #andrea marowski x you #andrea marowski fic #andrea marowski fanfic #andrea marowski fluff #andrea marowski headcanons #andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski fanfiction #ladies in lavender fanfiction #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #daniel bruehl

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babybluebex · 3 years

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ok i just realized that jac actually tagged me in that game and i just focused on The Cursed Nickname, so

1) Why did you choose your url? ok here's the story: i was on pinterest back in march/early april right when tfatws ep3 aired and everyone was hopping on the brühl train, and i found this board of danny pictures titled "creme brühlee". i thought it was a funny pun and kinda forgot about it, but then when i transitioned fully into a danny blog, i remembered the pun and made it my user ehe

2) Any sideblogs? nope, it's too confusing dncjq

3) How long have you been on Tumblr? two years and some change i think

4) Do you have a queue tag? yeah, it's just #q

5) Why did you start your blog in the first place? i don't remember tbh. i've had tumblr on again/off again since like 2012 (various different blogs tho, all since deleted), but i feel like it's always been to post fanfic/find fan content

6) Why did you choose your icon? bc andrea marowski is my dream look and man gender envy as hell

7) Why did you choose your header? again, andrea is my dream man, especially with his dopey smile and offering flowers

8) What’s your post with the most notes? hmm i actually had to go look bc i didn't know for sure, but it's a bucky barnes hurt/comfort i posted back in march called plum (currently sitting at 1.8k notes)

9) How many mutuals do you have? literally if i follow you, i talk to you, so like?? a ton?? lmao

10) How many followers do you have? 1858

11) How many people do you follow? 36

12) Have you ever made a shit post? have you seen my blog lmao

13) How often do you use Tumblr each day? sigh too often

14) Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won? every time jac calls my beloved niki an *** **** i go feral sooo

15) How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? it makes me feel weird bc like i don't want to be guilted into sharing information. if i think it's important enough, i'll reblog it.

16) Do you like tag and ask games? oh YES they're so fun

17) Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? hmm... all of them are famous and special to me uwu

18) Do you have a crush on a mutual? yeth 👁👄👁 but racquel knows i love her so

#tag game

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sugar-sweets-fanfic · 3 years

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Sub!Andrea × Dom!Fem

WORD COUNT - 2K

WARNING - (NO MINORS), female dominance, aggressive sex, pegging, blow jobs, degrading words (slut/whore)

PROMPT - you and your boyfriend(Andrea) have a deal. Doing a sexual favor and owing the other everytime you ask for one. So after doing something for Andrea you enforce a fantasy of yours during your holiday with him.

AUTHORS NOTE - I hope y'all like this! I am very proud of this one 🥰

Hushed moans are exchanged in the cozy upstairs room. However, the two of you must be quiet. Or Ursula would come up knocking on your door. Demanding in and ruining both of your guy's fun. Then you had the pressure of telling a lie. Which you both figured she knew. Now, you two did your best to be quiet. Easier for you in this case. As his swollen member was lodged deep in your mouth. Edging it's way into your throat. Making your eyes glisten as you fight not to gag.

"Ahh.. Feel s-so.. Good…" Andrea whimpered. Gripping the sheets on the mattress. So tight his knuckles turned white.

The whole time you thought about your agreement. Since Andrea was horned up a lot. Due to being so young and surrounded by women far past his age. He begged so much for this attention. That you made him promise that every time you did something he liked. He would do something you liked. Already you knew what you wanted in return.

However, now was not the time to think about it. You needed to focus on his needs. You hold him down your throat as it tightens against his hard on. Making him squirm with pleasure. Looking up at him to watch. Before you begin to bob your head more. Your lips firmly pressed around his shaft. As your cheeks hollow while you suck deeply. Droll starts to build up at the base of his erection. Pulling your mouth slowly off. Sucking very roughly against him. Making a popping noise as you release his cock.

"Nn.. N-No.. Please don't stop. K-Keep sucking, I'm so close." Andrea begged. Staring down at you with puppy dog eyes.

You grasp his shaft in your hand. As the other kept you balanced comfortably. Whilst you lay on your stomach. "But I want that sweet cum of yours on my tongue, baby. Please? I love the taste so much." You say in an overly cutesy tone. Just to tease him. Since he liked when you did so.

Before he could really answer. He had to cover his mouth. From how fast you began to jerk him off. You heard him start to chant foreign words. As you open your mouth wide. Your tongue hanging out near his tip. Ready for his orgasm at any moment. Which came sooner than expected. Spurts of white liquid spewed into your mouth. Though some got onto your lips and the edge of your mouth.

"Ahhh! Y/N! …Y/N, Y/N.." He cried out. Unable to control his volume. As his cock twitched a little from cumming.

"Mmm.." You moaned at the initial taste.

Leaning in, you lick any spare fluid. Tonguing his little slit on his tip. Giving it a few good sucks. Which made his hips slightly shift and yank around. Being overly sensitive from just finishing.

"P-Please be careful.." He sighed.

You pull your mouth away from his tip. "But you taste so yummy. I don't wanna miss a drop." You pout.

Properly swallowing his seed down. Licking your lips clean before sitting up. Facing him with a mischievous smirk. "You're gonna owe me big.." You whisper playfully. Before moving closer, straddling his lap. Your body pressed against his as you hug onto Andrea.

Although, your comment made him nervous, but heated to a certain degree. Andrea melted into your embrace. Hugging you in return, his hand slid up and down your back. As he panted softly. Recovering from his heavy climax. But his body didn't have much time to relax.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"What's going on in there!? Must you two always have this thing shut and locked?" Ursula called out in an irritable tone.

The two of you share a moment of laughter. Before getting cleaned up and trying to calm Ursula down.

A MONTH LATER ON HOLIDAY

You and Andrea took a week away together. For some time alone and away from daily stress. Deciding to stay in a decent hotel. It had a nice pool the two of you spent most of your days at. Until one night you wanted that favor to be repaid.

Andrea was showering, leaving you alone in bed. You found this to be the perfect chance to get prepared. Getting up you pull off your shorts. Leaving you in your oversized T-shirt and panties. You had no bra on, under that shirt. Walking over to the dresser. You opened a drawer up and grabbed that strap-on snuck over. Strapping it onto your pelvis. Setting a container of lube on the nightstand.

"What are you doin—" his words abruptly caught in his throat.

You turned revealing your decently sized cock. Which made Andrea's face go red. He gripped tightly onto the towel that was wrapped tightly around his waist. He knew instantly what this was about.

"I dunno if I can take all of that." He said in a timid tone.

"Tsk! I can make it fit, baby. Besides, not like I haven't played with that sweet ass of yours before." You wink.

"..Y/N! You're so d-dirty sometimes. You make me feel so…"

"Slutty? That's because you are. You're my little sex toy tonight. Whether you like it or not. You owe me, remember?" You say in a demanding tone.

"Oka—"

"You mean, 'yes ma'am'..?"

"Y-Yes ma'am."

"Now get on your knees and give me a good suckin' with that pretty little mouth of yours."

Andrea's face was still red, he did as you said. Walking up to you and getting down on his knees. He stared up at you and hesitantly opened up his mouth.

"Wider.." You demanded.

He opened his mouth up a bit more. Lifting his hands up to hold onto your hips. As you step closer to him and grab hold of his damp hair on the back of his head. The tip of your rubber cock enters his mouth. Andrea let's out a rather adorable hum. As he starts to suck against it. Staring up at you with those gorgeous hazel eyes.

"Mm.. Good boy.. Good fucking boy.." You chant softly.

Andrea's gaze softens and his eyes go half lidded. Bobbing his head in a slow rhythm. Taking about half your length. Light moans and wet sucking sounds rang in your ears. Enjoying the sight of him sucking your 'cock'. However, the impulsive dominant side of you grew impatient. Wanting to see him squirm you decide to tighten your grip on his hair. Forcing his mouth further down. Which instantly made him gag.

"Mm! Take it all baby.! Don't you dare fuckin' stop~" You demand, softly giggling.

Andrea closed his eyes tight. His hands attach to your upper thighs. Sort of pushing you to ease how much you put in his mouth. Until, your hips began to move. Pumping them aggressively against his mouth. He couldn't cry out since your 'cock' was entering his throat. All he could manage was sharp, yet muffled, moans. Tears rolling down his cheeks as it stung. Stretching his throat as it struggled to take in that tip of yours.

"Good boy.. That's it. You're almost done." You tease. As you thoroughly enjoyed seeing him shift and struggle.

The room was just full of gurgling squelching. Your womanhood throbbing as he clawed your thighs. His submissive expression made you melt. As you soon yanked your pelvis back. Un-lodging your rubber dick from his mouth. Andrea gasped deeply for air. Trembling there on the floor. His hard-on pitching a tent in his towel.

"Y-Y/N, you're t-too rough s-sometimes.." He coughed a little. Rubbing the front of his neck. Clearing his throat as he looked up shyly.

"Aww.. I'm sowwy. But, I can't help it. You are so cute with my dick in your mouth." She giggled. Reaching down to caress his cheek.

Andrea leaned into your touch and sighed softly. Turning his face to kiss your palm. "Mmm.. Mami." He hummed.

"No, you're gonna call me daddy. Or else.. I'm gonna skull fuck you again." She warned.

"O-Okay.. Daddy." He said as he continued to kiss your hand gently.

You smile and get down at his level. Pulling your hand away. Soon bringing them both up and cupping his face. "Cmere.." You whisper.

He leaned in to meet your lips. Kissing one another gently and soon more intense. Smooching each other with a decent amount of tongue. His hands rest on your sides. As yours slid down his bare chest. To the hem of his towel. You undid it and pulled it away. So you could massage his boner. Very slowly jerking against his shaft. Causing him to moan softly into the kiss.

You break the embrace and get up. "Get up, baby." You walk to the side of the bed. Pulling the pillow to the center of the bed. While he stood up and stepped over to your side.

"Now get on the bed. I want you flat on your stomach.. And your cock buried in this pillow. It'll feel good for you and keep your sweet ass up for me." You instruct him.

"B-But I.."

"You owe me Andrea.. And trust me.. I'm gonna make you see stars… and perhaps you'll be walking funny for a few days." You chuckle.

His face stained red as he looked over at the bed. "Okay, just please be gentle in the beginning. I'm..fragile.." He uttered out shyly.

Andrea got on the bed and layed the way you wanted him to. His erection dug into the pillow. Making him groan lightly. Folding his arms under his head, to rest his cheek against. Meanwhile, you go over to grab that lube. Squirting it up the length of your shaft. Before rubbing it around your entire 'dick'. Until it was dripping, just so you could slide in and out nice and easy.

You crawl on to the bed and get on top of him. Admiring his moles and freckles that painted his back. Leaning close you kiss a few of them. Making him smile happily.

"That feels nice.."

"Mhmm? It's only gonna get better sweetheart."

You pull back and sit up on your knees. Aiming your cock against his ass. Pushing your tip up against his entrance. His body naturally tensed up at the sudden pressure. Adding more force you get your tip inside. Andrea winced as he whimpered softly. "I-Its too big.." He sighed.

"I'll make it fit, baby.. But it's gonna hurt." You smirk.

Before he could protest more you push more of it in. Making him grunt sharply. Burying his face into the mattress. Gripping onto the sheets firmly. Andrea felt it slide in and out slowly. Groaning at how much it was stretching him out. But, it was making his cock throb.

You hold onto his shoulder to gain good balance. Biting your bottom lip at the noises he made. Pushing more of it inside of him. Which made him scream out in a painful pleasurable fashion. The edge of your lips curled to a smirk. Pushing all the way in. His back arched at how deep it was inside of him.

"Mmm, yeah. Get used to my fat cock babe." You playfully wiggle your hips.

"Nn! I'll try d-daddy.." Andrea whimpered. His face is still against the mattress.

"You'll have to.. Because I'm done being nice.." You chuckle in a sort of attitude-ish way.

You sink down, your body pressed against his back. Snaking your arms underneath him. Hooking them up and around his arms, like a back pack. Your hands are gripping around the fronts of his shoulders. Resting the side of your face against his upper back. Starting to grind your hips against his ass.

"Fuck… gnnh.." He whined.

Causing you to start to really pound away at his ass. Causing him to shriek out loud. He turned his head to the side to gasp deeply. While you violently rocked your hips. Your skin, clashing with his aggressively. Making the bed shake, creaking at each thrust. The head board lightly bangs against the wall.

"Say my fucking name!" You demand in a heated manner.

"Y/N!! Y/N..!!" He shouted loudly.

"Fuck baby! I'm gonna pound ya raw! Ask me to do it! Beg for it! You fuckin slut!"

(Fuck me)

"Nn!! pieprz mnie.. Fuck me r-raw, daddy." He grunted deeply.

When he said it back to you. It made your pounding more erratic. His ass was starting to turn red from the force of her thrusts. As a treat you unhooked one of your arms. Teaching down between the pillow and him. Feeling the wetness of his precum made you chuckle in deep pants. Gripping his cock tightly and stroking him off.

Andrea's mouth hung open as he glanced over his shoulder to try to look at you. His body shivered from all the stimulation. Since you never let up on your grinding.

"I-Im gonna cum.. Please…"

"Heh.. Go ahead. Since you asked so nic—" you were cut off by the rush of warmth in your hand. Mixed with the deep moan from your lover. Causing you to slow your pumping to a stop. As your hand soon stopped moving too.

The room went silent, besides the deep breathing of the two of you. Your body's sweaty and very warm. You rested against his back. Snuggling against him, your cock buried deep in his ass. Before you could offer to owe him back. Andrea broke the silence.

"...Can we go again?"

#daniel bruhl smut #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #andrea fanfic #andrea marowski #andrea x reader #Andrea smut #Andrea x female reader

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beachbabey · 3 years

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Misc. Fic Rec

Mature (smut/horror, triggering) - (M) | Fluff (F) | AU - AU | Angst - (A) | Hurt/Comfort - (H/C)

Please check out all the writers I have mentioned and leave them feedback, remember, reblogs do more than likes

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Cuddle Bear by @wokeupinawalnut (Loki) (Bucky) (Poly) (F)

Shadow Monster!Peter Parker by @giorno-plays-piano (Peter Parker) (Yandere!AU) (F) (A)

Nine Years Starved by @therenlover (Helmut) (H/C) (A) (F) (M)

Howling Commando Tattoo AU by @navybrat817 (Stucky) (AU) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Depths by @kleohoneyao3 (Stucky) (Poly) (AU) (A) (F) (M)

Blizzard by @lavendercitizen (Nomad!Steve) (Yandere!AU) (A) (F) (M)

Avengers Body Positivity Ad by @marvelous-avengers (Avengers) (F)

Again by @all1e23 (Stucky) (H/C) (A) (F)

Broken by @fanfic-scribbles (Stucky) (Poly) (AU) (H/C) (F) (A)

Alter by @kleohoneyao3 (Stucky) (Poly - future?) (AU) (A) (F) (M)

Stevie and his dovey by @belovasbrat (Stucky) (Poly) (A) (F) (H/C)

sweet boy winter by @belovasbrat (Bucky/Winter Soldier) (F)

Bill Skarsgård

when the twilight is gone, you come into my heart by @stevesharrlngtons (Henry Deaver/The Kid) (A) (F)

wherever i'm going - i'm taking you with me by @stevesharrlngtons (Roman Godfrey) (A) (F)

anything by @emmyrosee - I've linked their Masterlist for Bill's characters (anything poly?? i'm dead, deceased, i simply shut down ma'am thank you for ur service)

forevermore by @skrsgardspam (Bill) (F) (M)

Sound and Colour by @skarsgard-daydreams (Henry Deaver/The Kid) (F) (A) (H/C)

Willard fluff by @emmyrosee (Willard) (F)

On The Run by @emmyrosee (Merkel) (A) (H/C) (F)

Matthew Gray Gubler

literally anything by @notanotherreidgirl

Little Cherry Book by @fruitoftheweek (Spence) (F) (M) (HOLY FUCK PLEASE READ THIS IM-)

Edge of my seat by @itsnsfwalways (MGG) (M) (F)

Personal Image by @imagining-in-the-margins (Raymond) (H/C) (A) (M)

Little Mix Up by @uselessastheginlasagna (Spencer) (F) (H/C) (A)

plushie talk by @specialagentsergio (Spencer) (F) (H/C)

What Plot?!? by @moon-light-jukebox (Spencer) (M)

Chipped by @writing-in-april (Chip) (F)

Satisfaction Guaranteed by @imagining-in-the-margins (Chip) (F) (A) (M)

Daniel Bruhl

Garden of Eden by @bruhlsbees (Alex Kerner) (H/C) (A) (F)

Always and Forever by @creme-bruhlee (Alex Kerner) (H/C) (F) (A) (M)

Lover's Dance by @creme-bruhlee (Andrea Marowski) (H/C) (F)

Star Wars

I See You by @writefightandflightclub (Din Djarin) (H/C) (F) (A)

Got7

Peaches Blossom by @your-kpop-fantasy-land (Jackson) (M) (F) (A) Demon!AU

Fluttery Touches by @your-kpop-fantasy-land (Yugyeom) (M) (F) (A) Wolf!AU

Coven by @bigbangclappin (BamBam) (F) (A) (M) Vampire!AU

Monsta X

Lost by @therealmintedmango (Changkyun) (F) (A) (M) Haetae!AU

Holang-i by @therealmintedmango (Jooheon) (F) (A) (M)

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cazimagines · 3 years

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A broken melody

Synopsis: You and Andrea were the perfect couple. After he washed up on the shores of Cornwall it felt like you two were destined to be together. But when he starts disappearing early hours in the morning and staying away for the whole day, you can't help but start to doubt everything you believed.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author's note: It's been like a month since I last put out a proper one-shot so hear you are! I am just about to move away to Uni so activity/writing on this account and my side account @sub-danny will decrease but I will still try to write when I can! Also as a note for the fic, I do not condone the reader's actions, nor do I think any of you lovely beings would behave that way, the reader is written to do certain things because this is intended as a angst fic.

Warnings: f!reader, ANGST, Sad Andrea hours, almost cried while writing this, reader is kinda a dick

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Grains of warm seashore sunk between your toes. Your hand clutched the soft hand of Andrea’s with an iron grip as your feet flicked up the sand from where you were running along the beach, leaving a trail of your existence in the ground. A chuckle escaped your lips as you felt Andrea’s grip on your hand slip as he slid in the sand and almost tumbled into the ground. He managed to correct himself, however, with a swift glance to you, he joined in your giggles with a light tinge to his cheeks.

When the two of you tried running and rolling about on the beach, you found yourself sitting on one of the rocks in the shallow part of the sea, listening to the gentle laps of the waves upon the stone. Your arm wrapped around Andrea’s arm as you rested your head upon his shoulder, occasionally placing a few gentle kisses on his shirt, making him humm in happiness as he looked out to the sea. Though the smell of the sea was powerful and delightful, you could still smell the distinct scent of lavender and honey that came from Andrea and soothed your being.

Though the sight of the sun slowly sinking beyond the horizon was beautiful, that wasn’t what occupied Andrea’s mind. Instead, it was ablaze with thoughts about how he had almost drowned in these very sea’s, about how if he hadn’t, he would have been in America currently and how thankful he was that the boat did crash.

You two were happy sitting in your silence, listening to the sound of the sea and feeling the breeze on your face and through your hair. When Andrea didn’t know English, you two had to grow used to enjoying each others company in silence. Now even though his English had improved, you two found comfort in the silence. Still, he had so many things he wanted to say but didn’t know the complexity of the English language to express such profound words and feelings.

“I’m happy”, he murmurs, pulling his eyes away from the horizon to give you an enchanting smile.

w“Because of your new violin?”

After Andrea had decided to stay in England with you, he needed a job, so you weren’t paying for all his expenses, and so he borrowed one of the violins from a fellow villager and performed around the area until he had earned enough money to buy his own violin. He was so excited when the two of you took the train up to London to buy it that he couldn’t sit still. He ran to the shop when he saw it. Then finally, he selected the violin he wanted and could afford, and he carried it around so carefully on the way home, staring at it in amazement, even stroking it. At the end of the day, he serenaded you, playing song after song to show his excitement at having his own violin and the love he held for you.

Andrea chuckled at your comment and then pressed a prompt kiss to your forehead before looking out to the sea again, his eyes glossing over.

“Yes, but that’s not all. I am happy to be here with you. I’m happy I no go to America.”

You squeeze Andrea’s arm tighter, hearing his words, pushing your face into the side of his arm. “This might sound bad, but I am glad you crashed that night and got washed up on this beach.”

Andrea leaned down to place the side of his head on top of yours as you two watched the sun finally dip under the horizon, showering the sky in an abundance of colours.

“I’m glad too.”

The two of you felt so content with each other at this moment, warmth enrapturing the two of you in a honeymoon bliss, but the bliss would turn sour over the next few months as the once gentle sea turned into a raging storm.

It was only a week later when you awoke in your bed and found out Andrea had already left, leaving his side cold and empty in the early hours of the morning. He had been spending more time away from your house where he had moved in to live with you. You knew this was normal. He had friends in the village; he had a social life. He couldn’t be with you all the time. Yet worry grasped you like an envious snake as you feared his absence was down to that German painter who had arrived recently in the village.

She and Andrea could speak the same language fluently, able to communicate with ease which you and Andrea couldn’t. It was only natural you would feel some jealousy prickle at your heart because of it. She could communicate in a way with Andrea that you might never be able to.

It still caused you pain that he was choosing to spend time with her rather than you. You were his girlfriend; you were supposed to matter most to him; you were supposed to be the one he wanted to spend all his time with. Not her.

After a month of this happening on a daily occurrence, you decided you had had enough. In the morning, you stuck to your usual routine, and for once, Andrea had stayed for the morning. You made him breakfast and had it out on the table when he finally made his way down the staircase. He was whistling one of the songs he had started learning on his violin, and as he saw the food you had put out on the table, he beamed at you and quickly sat down to eat it all up. When he was finished, he made a catlike stretch then stood up. With a bounce in his step, he made his way over to where you stood by the sink and placed a delicate kiss on your cheek.

The smell of lavender and honey swarmed you again at his presence, but it didn’t fill you with the same amount of elevation like it once did before.

His eyes sparkled as he walked over to his new violin, which he had been polishing only last night, so it gleamed in the morning sun filtering through the window. Delicately he picked up the priceless violin and gingerly held it as he walked over to the front door. He turned on his heels to nod at you and wave goodbye as he gave you one last gentle smile, and then he was through the door and disappearing down your front garden. It wasn’t a long-distance he was to walk, and he didn’t think anything of the journey. The sun was shining, the air was cool, and he felt satisfied with his breakfast. What he didn’t know, however, was merely five minutes after he left the house; you too had left the house and started on your journey of following him. You kept just enough distance so he wouldn’t hear your footsteps or get any feeling of being followed, but you kept close enough to watch where he went and to ensure he didn’t leave your eyesight.

As predicted, you saw him turn the corner and open the gate to Olga’s cottage. He merry strolls up the dirt path and politely knocks on the green wooden door. You watched between the shield’s of the bushes as a lump came to your throat as the door was opened, and without a moment’s hesitation, Andrea strolled in.

From there, you had no clue what he was doing, but you could feel your blood boil at the thought of it. Not only was it improper for a guy to meet with a woman when he was dating someone else but to go into her house? It is scandalous.

Trying to be as discrete as possible, you tiptoed over to one of the main windows at the front of the house. Part of it was opened, so you had to be careful they didn’t hear you getting near, and you had to position yourself to lean against the wall so they couldn’t see you, but you could see them. Your back pressed against the burning bricks, but soon you were able to get a good angle to look inside.

Andrea was stood in the middle of his room, his suit jacket discarded on one of the chairs, leaving him in just his white shirt, waistcoat and slacks. He held up his pristine violin in a pose, making it look like he was playing it while Olga stood by her canvas, starting to outline the shape of Andrea on it. He looked so intently at her; his eyes were unmoving. You could feel your muscles tense and your jaw clenching as you watched the two of them.

With the window opened, you could hear every little noise inside, the sound of the brush on the canvas, the sound of Andrea occasionally playing a few notes and eventually the sound of them talking.

“Have you thought any more about my offer?” Olga said gently, her eyes leaving the canvas to look at Andrea with an eyebrow raised and an inquisitive smile on her lips.

Andrea breaths in and then let out a little sigh as his eyes finally leave Olga to look down at the ground as his eyebrows furrow.

“I’m not sure; it’s a big decision.”

“I know Andrea,” Olga says warmly as he leaves the canvas to walk other to Andrea, standing too close. “But my brother really can help you. This is your chance for a big break. He’s in London next week, go there, and I am sure he will give you a place, and then you will travel the world.”

With a shudder down your spine, you knew you had heard enough. Your feet moved on their own as you quickly ran back down the front garden and out of the gate, onto the same road you had walked only a few minutes ago. Your hand came to your chest and pressed against it as if trying to cradle your broken heart. You could barely lift your head from looking down at the ground, not that that would serve you any help, for your eyes were so swarmed with tears that the path before you was blurry. You stumbled down the road as you reached your house again, particularly flinging yourself through the door as you slammed it shut behind you. Your back hit the hard wood, and slowly you sunk to the floor. You buried your face in your hands and finally let out the sobs that had been threatening to fall from you the moment you saw Andrea and Olga together.

You stayed on the floor, just crying your heart out for a good half an hour when really it felt like an eternity had passed of your suffering, drawn out to the ends of time. Your pain had transformed to no longer grieving all that had been lost, all of the wasted time and all of the kindness you had poured out of your soul, but instead to a burning fire of hatred, hotter than hell itself and directed towards the devil with his oh so sweet disguise.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of a pile of clothing, his clothing. You had washed it only just this morning for him and piled it on the chair, ready to take up to the bedroom. But now, you stomped forward, roughly grabbing the clothes and shoving them into a bag you had lying around, not caring for how neatly they were packed. If he was so eager to leave, then you shall save him the hassle and have his bags packed for when he comes back.

Andrea was with her for hours, which now gave you plenty of time to remove all of his dark presence from the house. You took everything and hurled them down the stairs, not caring how damaged they might become. You even had the decency to put everything into a bag; how kind of that is you? Clothes, music sheets, little toys he found cute and had brought, all the shells he found on the beach and had given to you. Even the promise rings he had saved up his money to buy for the two of you were carelessly tossed into the pile of rubbish. As the sun started to sink, you finished packing and had everything by the door, ready to go, when you heard the unmistakable sound of light footsteps on gravel and the noise of the doorknob rattling.

Andrea opened the door, looking forward to seeing your beautiful face again, but as he attempted to push the door open fully, it hit one of the many bags. The sudden jolt of the door on the unexpecting Andrea made him trip and almost fall over, quickly making him panic due to his precious violin still within his hand, but he managed to catch himself. He blinked rapidly as his eyebrows furrowed, looking at all the bags of his belonging before him. His mouth opened slightly, but then he caught sight of you staring at him in the corner of his eyes, and he looked up to you, tilting his head.

“Y/n… what is this?”

Your eyes narrowed at his fain for ignorance, how those big round eyes looked at you with his portrayal of confusion, it made the heat inside of you burn like a dying star, the last remains of the light and love for him slowly diminishing.

“How dare you try and act surprised”, you seethed through your teeth as you crossed your arms and straightened your back, your gaze never leaving Andrea’s.

Andrea’s lips moved wordlessly, his eyelids squinting as he desperately tried to figure out what was going on, “I no understand.”

Your lips curled back in a snarl as you stepped forward to Andrea, your whole body tensed and your fists curling. Andrea could easily see from your body language how angry you were, and he paled, seeing how this anger was directed towards him.

“I know what you were planning to do, run away and leave me alone while you join that orchestra with the whore”

Andrea’s skin was almost paperwhite as the realisation came to him; his eyes grew round in their shock as his mouth opened slightly and his hand clenched his violin tightly. It took him a second to even form any words in his mind as he felt frozen to the spot.

“Y/n, no! It’s not like that; let me explain,” he began, finally raising his foot to take a step towards you, but you cut through his actions with your following sentence.

“There’s no need to try and come up with excuses; I want you gone.”

“Y/n, please! I was going to ask you to come with me. I wouldn’t leave without you!”

“Shut up! Just shut up! I knew you were going to run away with her, with Olga,” you cry, feeling tears daring to spill out of your eyes again, but you were trying to hold them back. You didn’t want Andrea to see how hurt he had made you.

=Andrea’s bottom lip was wobbling, the sides of his lips turned downwards as his eyebrows raised, desperation in those big brown eyes of his as he shakes his head, a few tears of his own spilling out.

“I wasn’t because I don’t love her; I love you, please believe me.”

“Stop lying”, you screamed as he once against tried to step closer to you, his unoccupied hand reaching out to try and grasp yours in comfort and reassurance. You had never been so angry in your life before, but at that moment, seeing Andrea have the audacity to try and get close to you made your heart burn in pain. It was like your vision went red, and all you could think about was hurting him, hurting him just as he had hurt you. Hardly even thinking about it, you lunged forward and grasped the end of the violin in Andrea’s hand. Andrea stumbled in surprise but maintained his grip on it, desperately trying to stop you from taking it without hurting you. You kept tugging at it through, and slowly he could feel his grip loosen in his hand. He cried out in shock and surprise as the violin was finally yanked from his hands, and then everything seemed to go into slow motion.

Violin in hand, you held up the instrument and then slammed it down with all the force you possessed, watching how it fell to the hard floor. As it hit the floor, cracks ran up the side till it finally exploded into a shower of wood chips, the strings getting out a violent twang as they snapped, and then everything settled as it became a pile of wood and sting on the floor.

Andrea froze, his eyes unable to move from where the broken violin rested. Neither of you said a word as fresh tears swarmed his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Slowly he sank to the floor. He picked up the broken pieces in his hands and gently brought them to his chest to cradle them as the first few sounds of sobbing echoed from him. His whole body heaved, and his head was cast down as the tears spilt onto the wooden floor.

“My violin”, he sniffed, his body visibly shaking. You might have felt sorry for him at any other time, but at this moment, you were so swarmed with anger that the sound of him crying just made you all the madder. He was acting like you were the villain of this story when he was the one who was going to run off; he was the one who hurt you. Well, now he couldn’t go and play in that orchestra with no violin.

“Why,” was all he was eventually able to say, his voice breaking as he whispered the single word. He dared to look up at you, the tears falling down his cheeks as he sniffed, wishing for you to talk to him, to answer him, not to leave him in silence.

“I want you gone in ten minutes” was the only reply you offered him.

He couldn’t take the broken violin with him, and so with so much tenderness, he placed it down by the side of the door and slowly stood up again. With shaking hands, he gathered all the bags, dropping them a few times in his rush as he could hardly hold them or see them through his clouded eyes.

He turned back to the door, which now showed the sun setting and let in the bitterly cold wind. It hit his face, making his eyes burn and cloud with even more tears. He took like last forlorn look at you, his red shot eyes on yours.

“Y/n… please”, he whispered in a broken voice.

“Get out”

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