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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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E for Thor

e...sp (soulmates can sense one another’s presence and feel each other’s exact emotions even when miles away).

Shocked

Warnings: Traumatizing emotions at a young age, therapy, age gap (I mean Thor is ancient and you're mortal), GN!Reader

Your soulmate feels a lot. Whoever they are, they have experienced the full spectrum at a billion miles an hour. Grief, sorrow, joy, fear, triumph, love, loss, they've felt it all. And you've felt it all, since the day you were born you've felt these complex emotions that aged you, in mind and spirit. It scared your parents, who weren't sure how to handle all these complex emotions pouring from your five year old mouth.

Therapy helped a bit, family therapy until you were 18 so your parents could learn how to manage your fits of rage or hyperactivity. You've been going on and off since then for a while. Sometimes there were long spurts of time where you felt nothing, like they were so far away from you couldn't connect. Other times their grief drowned you, suffocated out everything in your life until you were clawing your way out of their emotions and trying to help them.

It wasn't until recently, when you were out with friends for drinks that you felt a new emotion from them.

Lust.

You've felt desire before, the little tingle that starts at the base of your skull and travels all the way down between your legs. But it was never more than that. Your soulmate seemed to control that part of themselves very well.

But right now you burned. Your body ached with a need that felt otherworldly. Every breath you drew in was ragged. You clutched your bottle of beer in your fist.

"You okay, babes?" Your friend asked, their head tilting to the side to look at you.

"I-" you swallowed the drool threatening to dribble out of your mouth. "I think I need some fresh air."

"Do you want one of us to come with?"

"No," you rushed. "No, can you watch my stuff?"

You didn't wait for them to respond. Sweat dripped down your spine as you wove through the crowd to the smokers area. Fresh air was relative, all that mattered was the cool night breeze hitting your over heated skin. You took a long swig of your beer. Just as the lust thundering through your veins cooled, a new sense of panic replaced it. You leaned against the brick wall, begging your soulmate to calm the fuck down for one night. You just wanted one night.

"There you are," A voice called out, deep and rumbling. "You move very fast for a mortal."

Through the cigarette haze and dim lights, a golden haired man stepped up to you. A god. The God. Thor.

"Holy shit."

"I can feel how shocked you are, but-ha a pun." He grinned as though he had never felt that soul destroying things you fought off as a child. Like he had only felt this warm you were feeling now. "I can assure you, I have felt everything for as long as you have lived. When I came to earth, our bond grew too much to ignore. I had to find you."

"Oh my therapist is going to love you."

#sloth asks #wakingbeauty #soulmate prompts #thor odinson #thor x reader #thor odinson x reader #soulmate au

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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just a thot. but scott would be the best sugar daddy. he'd always be in checking on you and worrying you about you. it's so hard to tell yourself you don't love him. that he's just being kind

Oh, my goodness! Please, talk to me about sugar daddy!Scott.

God, would he spoil you. It doesn't matter what you want, he makes it happen because that's how much he cares. The gifts are a perk. The check-ins and making sure you're eating and getting enough rest are the things that matter.

He replaced your bed so you could sleep better. Well, the nights you're at home. Your favorite snacks and drinks are stocked up. He doesn't want you to be without anything. He wants to take care of you.

But it doesn't mean anything, right? He's a kind man and he's making sure his investment is well in hand. Any sugar baby of his would receive that treatment, right?

Right?

*****

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #scott huffman #scott huffman ask #sugar daddy!scott huffman #scott huffman x reader #please #i have a mighty need #wakingbeauty #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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cockslutpadalecki · 1 year

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I am begging you for that rafe prompt to be written

i’ve come across a post that would work perfectly in tandem with that prompt… now i just need the muse to co-operate so i can write it 😩

#wakingbeauty #answered

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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One Night Lasts Forever

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What was supposed to be a routine job ended up in your biggest nightmare.

Words: 2125

Warnings: dark content, 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, fingering, anal by finger, dub-con, non-con, BDSM elements, restraints, spanking, mention and use of alcohol, mention of forging documents, unprotective sex, choking, ragdoll army, overstimulation, crying from pleasure. To be sure: degrading, sociopath, humiliation and kidnapping. If I missed any, please feel free to let me know

A/N: @wakingbeauty here is your requested idea, hopefully, you like the end result. This is not beta’d, all mistake are my own. Happy birthday to our new villain! Enjoy reading, all comments, reblogs and likes are welcome - prefer to ghost read, no problem, have fun. LaurentGroup is taken from the book, there are mild character/language spoilers.

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With your head buzzing from the alcohol you wandered the streets of the German city of Hamburg. Suzanne had taken you out to dinner after you had curated and assessed the possessed paintings of LaurentGroup. Forging the documents and making sure everything was in order for shipment elsewhere.

You had learned quickly not to ask questions but would not complain about the perks and the pay. Little had you known you’d end up locked and chained in a dark room. Writhing on a mattress, as the metal shackles around your ankles would rattle.

You greeted the doorman of the hotel and gave the receptionist a wave as you made your way toward the bar. A nightcap wouldn’t hurt anyone, but your own head in the morning.

“The usual Miss Sunshine?” The bartender asked and placed a few sweet olives and assorted nuts on the bar.

Nodding your confirmation as you took a seat on the barstool. Taking a few nuts between your fingers, smiling at the given nickname and it probably all was due to your yellow accented dress. The hotel was part of LaurentGroup and Suzanne always ensured you were taken care of for every visit.

Looking over your shoulder you observed the thinned-out crowd. Two men still conversing in a pair of seats. You made eye contact with one of them, returning your gaze with a lopsided smirk. There was something entrancing about his presence. Darkness beckoned surrounded by charisma. His moustache and hair were groomed to perfection not a single hair out of place.

It hadn’t been long until the man had introduced himself. Lloyd Hansen introduced himself as a freelance legal entrepreneur for LaurentGroup. A common ground since both of you indirectly worked for the company. Accepting another drink since the conversation seemed to flow nicely with no worries on your mind.

You groaned, your head pounding. Alcohol was not going to be your friend today. You tried to roll over but noticed your ankles and wrists cuffed. What had happened? It was hard to remember what had happened, but one thing was certain - this was not the room you had gone to bed in.

Damn Suzanne for having fed you drunk already during dinner. So many thoughts going through your head, trying to retrace your steps from the night before. Wait. You had met a guy. Lloyd. The two of you enjoyed some drinks together at the bar and later he walked you up to your room.

For a moment you relished in the thoughts that had flooded your brain. The way his tongue had felt against your swollen pussy. How you had begged and pleaded for him not to stop. The way he had forcefully kept you spread open. The luscious orgasms he had pulled from your body. The thought brought you back to consciousness, your current reality, it all seemed like a dream now and the panic bubbled up.

“HELLO!” You screamed loudly, chest heaving uncomfortably whilst the sounds of your scream echoed off the walls turning into nothing.

You hadn’t expected anything to happen and were surprised when the metal door opened. A silhouette stood in the doorway, tall and masculine, perfectly outlined by the bright light that made you squint. It took a few groans and seconds for your sight to adjust.

“Lloyd? Please help me.”

“Morning Sunshine, and why would I help you exactly?” He asked, walking into the room, holding a plate and sitting down on chair. He held an amused look, while he plucked a grape from the stem with his teeth. He almost made it look like he was Julius Ceasar, the only difference, he was feeding himself.

The thought of food made your stomach grumble angrily. The way his eyes took in your body made you look down. Only to find out you were completely naked, trying to cross your legs to feel less exposed. The shackles around your wrists did not allow you to go the distance.

“Are you going to kill me?” The shaky tone of your voice gave away your fear.

His laugh almost sounded appreciative of the question while he picked a piece of cheese from his charcuterie board. The rumbling coming from his chest made clear you had amused him.

“No, as long as you behave, I’m not going to kill you.” He spoke with a mouth full. “I’d rather end this in a happy ending.”

“I decline that offer.”

You flinched when he threw the plate against one of the walls, he lunged forward. The porcelain shattered into a million pieces with his hand firmly around your throat. You wanted to clutch onto him and make him stop only the restraints keeping you from making it end. Lloyd seemed to enjoy watching you struggle to breathe.

“The scared look only adds to your mystique, Sunshine.” You almost blacked out from the vice grip on your neck, but the sudden allowance of air made you choke on the sharp inhale. He had made quick work of the fact that you were gasping for the much-needed air. Before you knew it he had taken off the shackles around your ankles and flipped your body.

With your knees pulled up to your chest it was hard to gain a balance on your hands. Instead, you gripped the metal chain that led to your wrists. His bruising grip made you feel his fingers digging into the skin of your upper leg.

Feeling his body pressing against yours, almost hovering over you. You whimpered when his fingers feathered over the plumpness of your core. A sob resulted in a needy pout, an amused rumble from his chest revelling in your agony. The unwanted pleasure was what was turning him on and he was good at working you up.

You felt your pussy drip when he inserted one finger inside your walls for a second. The squelched noises followed as he filled you up with two fingers. A comfortable stretch while you could still feel his thumb having a crushing grip on your ass while his index finger tapped along with the rhythm of his pumps.

A sobbing mess when he had inserted his pinky into the tight puckered hole. The coolness of his signet ring added more to your excitement. Hating yourself for enjoying it so much.

“Please?” You begged, not even knowing what exactly you were begging for. Maybe for him to not stop as when he fucked you with just his tongue last night. Leaving you aching and wanting him.

“Your sweet taste has gotten me addicted.” He husked. “Your sweet taste made me realize I never want to let you go. You’ll be all mine. Forever.”

You shivered at the dark tone, crying at the right stroke of his fingers against the glorious spot that was going to give you the release of the build-up sexual frustration.

“Don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning to.” The sinister sound was blurred out by your rising high. Fuck he was good at what he was doing. Stars clouded your vision while your muscles tensed and fought back the crouched position.

He had retracted his fingers for a split second, letting his palm collide with your ass. You gasped at the impact, trembling a little in his tightened hold. “You’re not going anywhere and I will fuck you in any position I like and you’ll have to take it.”

“Yes-yes. I’ll be good.” You sobbed at the rough plunge of his fingers back into your cunt. Feeling the burn at the sudden stretch from your dripping pussy and mewling when his pinky found the place again at the rim of your other hole. “Please, Lloyd.”

It was a beg that was needy for a release. Your pussy throbbing around his fingers. Aching at the blood rapidly pulsating. The vicious pounds fed on the rippling pleasure that sparked through your body.

Unsolicited moans at his attack on your cunt, almost like his life depended on it for a moment. The sobs turned into soft screams every time he stroked the right spots. Chest heaving heavily under the assault. For a moment forgot who was putting you through it and wandered off and let everything be as it was.

Lewd noises filled the air. The way your sopping core squelched around his fingers. His cool breath felt nice against your heated skin. Entirely surrendering to the enchanted sex noises administered by the monster.

“Scream for me, Pumpkin, I know you want to.”

His spoken words made you gain back focus, knowing who was doing this to you. Fighting the urge of the ecstasy building. The wanting need for release, your body not being able to resist him anymore. It felt illegal and wrong yet so good the way he fingered you. Curling against your walls with every pump and retraction.

You panted through the attack as your body writhed in his hold wanting to stop the building delightful feeling, but you were too far into cumming on his fingers.

Rapid movements made your sobs louder with every thrust. The restraint on your body and crunched-up position was uncomfortable at the intense feel of the orgasm. Screaming with glee as he continued to fuck you and pulled out multiple climaxes back to back. Every orgasm was more intense than the previous one, making you scream louder for him.

Lloyd removed his hand from your core and let go of the vice grip. Your body couldn't take no more and you trembled at the exhaustion. For a moment you closed your eyes, taking in the buzzing from the blood rush.

Your eyes opened feeling his cock drag through your slit, you whimpered at the contact. Sore and trembling from his earlier admission. It wasn’t what you wanted, not this way. Only wanting to go back to last night, remaining one night only.

“So eager for my cock aren't you, Pumpkin?” He grabbed your throat, breaking your downward gaze where he kept pressing his hard length against your lips. “Got to get it nicely coated and soaked with your slick.”

His grin made you want to throw up as you looked back at him. Unhinged and unpleasant is how this encounter had turned out to be. A tear slipping down your cheek as he pushed himself inside you filling you up entirely.

“You’ll come to love my dark side.” His thumb stroking your cheek, following the slipped tear gathering it all. You watched him bring his thumb to his mouth and suck off the salty liquid. A dark smile smeared across his face. “I’m going to break you and build you back up the way I want to or you can hate me forever, that would work for me too.”

The way his hips rolled and thrashed back into you made you aware of his. He was going to ravish your body in a way you had never been taken before. Nothing was going to be sweet about this. Just Lloyd fulfilling his own pleasure while he used your cunt to drown himself into.

Soft mewls escaped your throat at the rapid building highs from the intense thrusts. Skin slapping while his cock drilled your soaked core. You clenched around him unwillingly and he gave you the smallest wink, knowing you were much closer than you would want to admit. Eyes welling up again at the force of the delight.

The overstimulation made you cry, beg and plead with Lloyd to keep going. The width of his cock filled you entirely and the rim of his tip was wide enough for the perfect stroked inside your walls. Your whimpering requests only seemed to make him fuck you harder. A thin layer of sweat formed on your body trying to keep the orgasm from coming.

Being used by Lloyd as his own personal ragdoll might not be as bad as it sounded if this was how he would make you feel every single time. You couldn’t hold out any longer and could only let the euphoric state of mind overtake your body and soul.

“You’re my favourite sex puppet, Sunshine.” He slapped your ass making you wince. “No one will ever know you even existed when I’m done wiping out every single trace of you.”

For a moment you were sad that he stepped away from your body. Zipping himself back up, he pulled your sated body back into its original position and made sure the ankle weights were back on. It only made your reality hit harder than you had wanted. He was leaving you behind alone in this dark box once again. Naked, vulnerable and dripping with his cum, letting you roam in disgust and shame. Hating every part of what you would slowly become. His.

Taglist: @tumblin-theworldaway @dreamlessinparis @chase-your-dreams-away

#lilos writing #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x female reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #chris evans smut #spoilers #dark content

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buckyownsmylife · 10 months

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if I had my way - Jake Gyllenhaal smut

The one where you want to end it all

Warnings: smut, cheating on a third partner, mentions of pregnancy, betrayal of trust, daddy kink

A/N: Thank you so much @wakingbeauty for helping me come up with the idea for this finale. The Do it Series is officially over, my darlings!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Another few weeks went by without any news from Jake. I probably shouldn’t have cared, but after our last encounter, everything felt slightly out of place.

I was worried. Even though I hadn’t gotten pregnant, the fact that a part of me didn’t hate the idea of having his child terrified me. I hadn’t let Tom touch me in a while, and I knew he had some idea of what had happened when he wasn’t home.

I had to end it. Not just for me, but for him as well. It was the right thing to do, but it wouldn’t feel right if I kept seeing Jake too.

So I decided to end everything. With the both of them. And I was going to start with the culprit of this situation: Jake himself, even though he wasn’t picking up my calls.

Driving to Jake’s house was a nerve-wrecking experience. I didn’t know what to expect, as I had never been there uninvited.

Nothing could have prepared me for what he said once he opened the door to find me there, though.

“I don’t want to hear it.” It was like he already knew what I was coming to say, and had anticipated my every move.

Sighing, I let myself in and threw my bag on a nearby sofa, rubbing my eyes in desperation. “You only want me because I’m Tom’s,” I voiced the thought that had been ever-present in my brain since this entire thing started.

Much to my surprise, he had his response ready. “That’s not true,” he argued. “It’s never been like this with anyone else, you know I’m not wrong.”

And I did. At least from my side, I could positively say I had never experienced anything like the pleasure that I felt when I was with Jake.

But that was just sex, right? It couldn’t be real.

“Don’t run away from me,” he asked in a quiet voice, and that’s when I realized that for every step he was taking in my direction, I was taking another one away from him.

“Are you gonna leave him too?” I nodded, avoiding his eyes because for some reason, I felt ashamed. “What if I told you the real reason why he let me fuck you?”

That caught my attention. Confused, I allowed him to approach me, cell phone in his hand, as he opened his messages app into a thread between him and Tom.

My heart began to pound against my chest, even before I knew the content of these messages exchanged between the two men I loved.

My eyes took it all in while my head struggled to believe what I was reading. “He let you fuck me for a role?”

Jake nodded, his eyes glistening with something I couldn’t comprehend. “You see it now?” He asked, hands reaching out for me. “I’m the one who deserves you.”

Jake’s P.O.V.

She was everything I’d ever wanted. I just needed to let her know that. “Come here, baby.” It was the first time I addressed her as such, and I could see that she took notice of it with the way a shiver ran down her spine.

“Let’s get you out of that dress.” I didn’t wait to see if this was something that she wanted - I knew it was what she needed, the comfort only my body could bring her after finding out of such a betrayal from her former lover.

“Oh, I missed this,” I whispered as I lowered her onto my hard cock, smiling at the way she bit on her lower lip at the slight pain of being split open without much preparation.

Regardless, she was dripping. “Fuck, daddy,” she cried out when she couldn’t keep it in anymore. “You’re splitting my pussy.”

Changing our positions on the couch, I took advantage of the leverage I had to drill into her while she thrashed underneath me.

It was so easy, to get her right where I wanted her. If only Tom knew…

“I can make you my wife,” I offered her in the throes of pleasure. “Yours is the only pussy I’d ever settle down with.”

“It’s up to you to leave him for me,” I informed her - as if she didn’t already know, grabbing onto her thigh to pull it up so I could go deeper inside of her. “Fuck yes.”

The new angle was perfect, making her milk me with even more fervor, so I had to slip a hand between our bodies to rub her little nub. “I want to make your pussy the shape of my cock.”

The moan that left her at my words had a growl escaping my chest. “Don’t tempt me.” I nibbled on her jaw as we reached our releases together, and as I laid there panting, only one thought captured my mind:

“You know I’ve violated you completely.” I caressed her cheek as I spoke the words that haunted me. “I only need you to admit that I own your heart too.”

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Hiii everyone, welcome to my masterlist, right now it’s still growing. But there are so many stories I want to explore and write and hopefully you will enjoy the ride!

My blog is 18+ ONLY and there will be strong themes and smut in some of my stories. So if you’re a minor, please DNI, thank you :)

All my gorgeous headers were made by the lovely @sgt-seabass ❤️

and the theme of my blog is by the amazing @wakingbeauty ❤️

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you :)

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enchanted-moura · 6 months

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Hi Doll ! I am more and more interested in the esoteric symbolism of Money and prosperity. I found a video about it of Claire.. and she emphasised how nakashtras like Jyeshta are important for wealth. But i’d like to know if you know other channels or blogs here that talk about the esoteric symbol of Money. Thanks. Have a good day

I really like Rev Ike and Dr Thor Templar! WakingBeauty also does a class on ancient wealth or something. There’s so many, choose who resonates!💖

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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💐💞✨ send this to the 12 nicest people you know or seem to have a good heart let them know how much you appreciate them💐💞✨

Wait wait wait 🥺🤧 thank you so much for this

Im just gonna tag the 12 lovelies here 🥰

@tumblin-theworldaway

@dreamlessinparis

@lavendercitizen

@slothspaghettiwrites

@sparkledfirecracker

@wakingbeauty

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@jobean12-blog

@angelloflust

@navybrat817

@theluxuriousfangirl

#i love asks #i also love all these people #theyre really cool

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foxgloveprincess · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @thedarkplume!

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don't reblog.

“I heard of your separation,” she mutters, letting her hand rest on my forearm.

Tagging (no pressure! especially if you’ve already been tagged): @lavendercitizen @littlelioncub43 @slothspaghettiwrites @bonkywobble @comfortcap @overrwritten3 @cryptidcasanova @tumblin-theworldaway @the-iceni-bitch @syntheticavenger @starksbabie @wakingbeauty

#tag game #thanks for tagging me!#series: come my hearts play your parts

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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for the sleepover tonight! zemo needs an heir, you need money. you agree to marry him in exchange for birthing a child and divorcing several months after. only you've grown feelings and now you don't want to leave him

um let’s not worry that I made this pure angst/fluff

Adalgisa | feminine

origin: German

meaning: Noble, precious promise

Since the full name didn’t exactly roll off the tongue, you usually called her Addy; sometimes Gigi because it made her giggle.

You hoped she would never know how true her name’s meaning really was, that she was the result of a contractual agreement between you and her father. By now you had the contract memorized, since you read it every time you couldn’t sleep: In essence, it said that you and Helmut could divorce as soon as the child was done breastfeeding and that you would get ample visitation to go with your handsome compensation.

But as the time approached, you couldn’t imagine leaving her now; that much was clear as you looked down at where she’d fallen asleep on your chest. You stroked your fingers over her curls, admiring the innocence of her peaceful expression. And then you looked at your husband sleeping beside you, his arm limply draped over both of you... and you couldn’t imagine leaving him, either. That was the part you didn’t expect.

Of course you’d known that there was a decent chance this whole thing would backfire, but your plan in that case was just to flee with the child and raise her without knowledge of her birthright. But, that was all assuming that the reason it would backfire would be too much love for the kid, and/or the Baron being exactly as controlling and cold as he seemed at first. After all, who needs a contract to have a child?

The last three years with him brought so much more clarity than you could’ve imagined. From the beginning he was so gentle with you, more patient than he needed to be, even when he was a bit aloof and so deeply reserved. You never wanted for anything... well, that’s not totally true. Every night you wanted his touch, longed for more than what a contract required, and you could never tell if he really had any affection for you if he just wanted to make you comfortable while he did his best to get you pregnant.

When you found out he’d done it after all, you didn’t tell him right away (even though that was in direct violation of the contract). You weren’t ready for him to stop touching you, you weren’t ready for how he would treat you when intimacy no longer served a purpose. Of course, your moral compass got the better of you before he could actually take you to bed again; you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him go through with it when you knew it was under false pretenses.

“Wait,” you gasped as he kissed down your neck, pushing his hands away from where they had begun to tenderly spread your legs.

“Is everything alright?” he breathed, pulling back to stare down at you. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I-- I’m fine,” you stammered.

“Should I stop?” he pressed, looking a bit conflicted as his gaze scanned your body; clearly he would stop if you said to, but at the same time, his own desperation was apparent. It was rare for someone normally as collected as him.

“Well, you don’t need to, but you might want to when I tell you...” you trailed off.

“Tell me what?”

You chewed on your lip. “Helmut... I’m pregnant.”

His eyes went wide and you looked away, guilt burning in your gut. “How... how long have you...?”

“Just a few days, I should’ve told you as soon as I knew but I was scared--”

“Scared of what?”

Scared that you’d never kiss me again, you immediately thought to yourself. Scared that the last time was the last time-- I would’ve done it different if I had known it was the last time. I would’ve held you closer, I would’ve loved you harder; I would’ve made sure that even if you were going to throw me once it was all over, that you would never forget me.

“I... don’t know.”

“Darling,” he whispered, “it’s wonderful. This is wonderful. You’re so... you’re beautiful.”

He leaned down again to give you a slow kiss, the softest smile pressing against your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing a bit.

“I can’t believe it,” he mumbled. “In the best way, I mean.”

His hand ventured down to your belly where he let it rest as he stared in awe. You both spent a moment in that silence together, and the energy shifted slightly as he looked up at you again.

“Darling...”

“Yes, Helmut?”

“May I make love to you?” he asked, lowering his voice. The question caught you off-guard, and made a sting of need hit between your legs. “I know we don’t need to, since you’re already... and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want this, but--”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “I want you, please.”

I love you, you wanted to say, but he kissed you before you could.

And then the pregnancy... finally that hard shell began to crack as he watched your bump grow. He became so doting, and not just by kissing and rubbing your belly or talking about the baby; he kissed you, too, and with more love in his eyes than you knew what to do with. You decided not to let yourself wonder if he loved you back; you could barely admit that you loved him in the first place.

When Addy was born, you realized you’d never known how beautiful family could feel. But now it was everything to you; now you were this baby’s entire world, and she was yours, and Helmut was absolutely enamored with her.

“Spending some quality time with your baroness, huh?” you chuckled as you walked in on him dancing around to an old record with the baby on his hip.

“Darling, you’re my baroness,” he clarified, and you had not expected the effect those words would have on you. “She’ll gain the title when she’s older. For now she’s just my little heiress.”

And now that she was almost two, she was undeniably a daddy’s girl in return. Not that she didn’t love you, obviously, but she was so spoiled by him. It was sort of a rarity that she was sleeping on you tonight and not him; in fact, it was normally him that let her into your bed when she was meant to be sleeping in her nursery.

Tears welled in your eyes as you realized that you absolutely could not leave. Maybe you could survive a divorce from the man you were secretly in love with, but you couldn’t move out. You couldn’t be away from her, from this. It wasn’t just a man and a woman and a child. It wasn’t just a Baron and his contractually-obligated wife and their means-to-an-end child.

The three of you were the Zemo family now. And you loved being a part of it so much.

“Helmut,” you whispered, seeing him jolt from his sleep.

“Is everything okay?” he asked before he was even completely awake. “Are you safe?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” you laughed softly. “I was just wondering if I should take her to her room.”

“I’ll do it,” he offered, starting to sit up. “You don’t have the finesse it takes to carry her without waking her up.”

You frowned, but didn’t protest because you knew he was right. He carefully lifted her sleeping body off of you and leaned her onto his shoulder as he carried her out and down the hall. You waited in darkness and silence for his return, imagining what you might say when he came back.

I love you.

I want to get out of the contract.

I think we should stay married.

All worthy contenders, but when he came back to bed empty-handed, none of them seemed to come out of your mouth even when you opened it to speak.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered, turning away as he pulled the blankets up over himself.

I love you, you wanted to say it so much, it was so fucking close to your lips but you came up silent. I love you I love you I love you. “Goodnight,” you heard yourself say instead.

Maybe you’d find the courage to tell him tomorrow, before it was too late. But then again, that was the last thought you’d had every night for the past year.

#helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #saturday night sleepover #wakingbeauty

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K for the lee sandwich

k...eys and locks are randomly dispersed to soulmates on chains when they are born. when in proximity, the lock and key will act as magnets and bring the two soulmates closer together until the key is placed in the lock and a gratifying click is heard, unlocking the chain.

You bracelet jingles as you point at the cake you want, two small keys glinting in the light. For a moment it's just a regular Thursday, you're getting a sweet treat for lunch because you've earned it. It's been a long day and it's only half over. Then you feel it.

The Pull.

Everyone's felt at some point. And now you are feeling it with such a force you nearly drop your money. Your wrist is pulled back towards the seating area just as a tall man in a leather jacket walks straight into you. Your wrist collides with his chest and his blue eyes light up at the sight of you. He has ridiculous facial hair and he quirks his eyebrow at you.

"Hey there sweetheart." He pulls his lock from his white t-shirt. "Names Lee, Lucas Lee."

You don't think, shoving the key up to his face until you can fumble through unlocking it. Lucas slaps your hand away when you miss a second time. His face flushes the longer you're together without completing the bond.

The click is sweet music. Lucas crashes his lips into yours. Right there in the cafe, he grabs your waist and plasters his body to yours. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, a whimper seeping out from between your lips. One of his hands slips down to your ass. His grip is tight, uncontrolled as he controls the kiss. The world around you slips away.

"You need to leave."

"This is a family establishment."

"Sir, we will call the police."

None of the complaints reach your ears. Lucas's kisses get more aggressive. Your body burns with a passion you've never felt before. The bond of soulmates forging between you is indescribable. All you feel is hunger.

He pushes you to sit on a table, plates and cutlery tumble to the floor. His hips grind against yours, the hard bulge in his jeans making you ache. Your fingers delve beneath his shirt, feeling soft skin and hard muscles.

But no sooner does he break the kiss to tease your neck do you feel it again.

The Pull.

Your eyes scan the café but you can't focus. Lucas nips and bites your sensitive skin, your eyes close again. A loud moan erupts from your chest as he bites down on your shoulder. You lift your hand from underneath his shirt, intent on grabbing his ass to pull him further into you, when your wrist collides with someone's belt.

The owner of that belt clears his throat very loudly. You look up. It takes a moment to register, for your eyes to clear so you can make out your second soulmate. Another leather jacket, the belt, a holster.

A holster?

Your mind clears up almost instantly when you meet the gaze of Sheriff Lee Bodecker. Your fingers are still absentmindedly fiddling with his lock. His smirk is sinful enough to make the devil flush.

"Well how do you do, darlin'?"

#sloth asks #wakingbeauty #soulmate prompts #lee bodecker x reader x lucas lee #lee sandwich #the lee sandwich #lucas lee x reader

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