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[zemosbff]

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[spilledkauffie]

Sex with Baron Zemo · NSFW HCs

*xFemale!Reader || I’m a simple girl, I see a sugar daddy, I write about them

Sleeping in Silk Sheets Naked— it’s literally the absolute best. You feel like royalty when you wake up to the feeling of his fingertips ghosting along your bare skin in a stroking pattern, featherlike kisses being trailed up the side of your neck, and silk slipping across every other inch of you. The slight chill of the sheets sends a shiver throughout you, awakening you with erotic sensations, only to be met with “Goodmorning, princess,” in that gorgeous accent. 

↳ hence, morning sex is one hundred percent a frequent occurrence. Beginning with your lips, he’ll trail soft kisses down your entire body, until he reaches your hips, kissing a line across your waist, you feel him hook his arms under your thighs and pull you just a little further down the bed, slipping easily along the silk, you giggle, before gasping at the sensation of his mouth against your inner thigh, moving closer and closer to your already wet heat.

Nicknames—he always calls you princess, you’ve come to call him by his title or his last name in bed, but as most people know him by his last name, you lean towards his title more often than not. When you’re teasing him you’ll call him your Sugar Daddy, which only makes him respond by hooking a finger under your jaw, tilting your head up and stating: “whatever you want, I make sure you get.” 

Foreplay— he is fantastic at it and it’s frustratingly attractive. He will tease you through and through, all the while remaining completely collected himself. You can literally straddle his lap and he’ll just look at you with a “yes? Can I help you?” expression, but yet the moment he touches you, you’re ready to take it all right then and there. You’ve found you get turned on almost embarrassingly fast around him and it’s worse when he knows it. He loves seeing you sexually frustrated (more on that later).

Kinks— he has had experience after all, but honestly whatever you’re into he’s into. You were a little bit shy about bringing up some things, but shocked with how easily he said okay. Such as when you asked how he felt about being the one blindfolded or cuffed, he quirked an eyebrow, smiled, and said, “I don’t mind a challenge.” To name a few of his: helping/seeing you undress, thigh riding, temperature play (ice), and hickeys.

Slow, Sensual, and Deep— there’s certainly no rush when it comes to sex with him; he will have you aware of every sensation and have you feeling every second of pleasure that spreads across every part of your body. You’re either clinging on to the nearest object, typically him, or taking fistfuls of the sheets underneath you when your orgasm finally hits, because it’s not just there and gone. Oh no, it comes in heavy hard waves as he continues to fuck you through it.

↳ he always kisses the base of your neck when you reach your orgasm, occasionally pressing his tongue against your quivering throat. He also has a habit of lacing his fingers with yours, softly pinning you underneath him, he smiles against your skin feeling your nails dig into his knuckles as you scream his name.

Romantic Flare— sex by candlelight happens a lot more often than you ever imagined. With silk sheets, wine, and candles lighting the room you feel like you’re in a regency romance novel, and he makes sure you know you’re the leading lady. Caressing every inch of your body as he takes off your lingerie with compliments in between kisses the entire time. 

Bruises— by the end of the night you’ll have bruises from where he dug his fingertips against you roughly, typically along your hips and thighs. Likewise, he’ll have crescent shaped bruises from your nails, as well as a few deep scratches down his back and bicep thanks to you. 

Catching Him Off Guard— it’s a hard thing to do, he has a lot of patience and can keep his cool surprisingly well. Something that worked is when you got back from some big art auction, you finally made it to your hotel room. He went to pour a drink, and you immediately slipped your dress off leaving you naked with only a string of pearls or diamonds on you, which is one of his favourites. When you said his name he hardly expected you to have undressed so quickly, making him nearly choke on his vodka when he turned around and saw you.

Makeup sex— you two don’t fight often, but when you have had some time apart, makeup sex is a big part of the apology. You’ll come back ready to give your full apology, but before you can get the first few sentences out he’s kissing you on your open mouth, hot and heavily, leaving you breathless. Caressing your cheek, he rests his forehead against yours softly saying “I’m so sorry, I don’t want to be at odds with you. Please, forgive me?” It’s some of the hottest sex you’ve ever had.

Dress On— there have been times when you’ve come back home and barely made it through the front door. For starters your back was already being pressed against the door and your arms were around his neck, keeping him locked in a deep kiss as he found the key to the door, from there it only escalated once you were inside. It’s happened right there in the foyer hallway, he set you on top of the entry table, you gathered up your dress, and had at it

Location—with a car collection like his you had to try it at least once, or twice… turns out those vintage cars have plenty of space! You’ve also joined the mile high club, it’s a private jet after all. Also, whilst he’s driving, he typically has a hand on your thigh, occasionally inching it up higher and higher, you get the picture

[empiretoppled]

pregnant!reader headcanons

// REQUEST: Hiiiiiii!! I’m so excited you’re writing more for Zemo kfjfhfnfnfj may I please request a zemo x pregnant reader hcs? (Or one shot if you prefer)

MASTERLIST

›⠀helmut is terrified when you first tell him the news, memories he had burried deep down come back to the surface, the pain threatening to drown him again if he lets it. but you are scared too, he notices and it gives him something to hold onto, some sort of purpose that snaps him out of his own grief as he pulls you into his arms and tells you it's going to be alright, that you'll do this as you do everything else, together.

›⠀he becomes even more protective of you then he was before, always close by your side – terrified that if he leaves, if he so much as blinks you'll be gone and he'd lose everything once again. he knows he wouldn't have the strength to survive if he lost you.

༐⠀bucky and sam come to him for help at one point, saying something about the super soldier serum, he sends them away without a second thought, his vengeance no longer a priority.

›⠀he has nightmares often, ones where it's your dead body he finds burried in the rubble of sokovia. he does his best to hide them from you, not wanting you to worry, but you recognize the signs and are quick to do your best to comfort him. you stay by his side each night, patient and gentle as you hold him in your arms, his tears soaking through your shirt. you find that your voice brings him comfort so you talk to him, your voice barely above a whisper as you tell him how much you love him.

›⠀he wakes before you each morning to make you your favorite breakfast, quiet as a mouse as he cooks so he doesn't wake you by accident. more often then not, he brings it to you in bed, waking you up with a gentle kiss and a "good morning my love" whispered against your lips.

༐⠀he tries to hand feed you a few times, even going so far to pout when you don't let him but you remind him that while you might be carrying a baby it doesn't mean you need to be fed like one.

›⠀he always stays by your side when you get morning sickness, rubbing your back, holding your hair, grabbing you a cracker and making a cup of tea as soon as you feel good enough to try and eat. the first few times he calls a doctor to check up on you, just in case it's something other then morning sickness making your sick. you have to convince him to stop, that it's normal to feel sick and that both you and the baby are perfectly healthy.

›⠀one day you ask him to teach you a few sokovian lullabies, you've tried googling them but couldn't get the pronunciation right on your own. he knows a handful od them but is more then happy to find even more with you, patient and only a little teasing as you butcher the language.

༐⠀he may or may not have a few videos of you practicing hidden on his phone, taken when you didn't notice.

›⠀you read every baby book you can get your hands on and with Zemo's resources it's fair to say that's quite a lot of baby books to go through. he makes sure to read all of the books with you, he's done this before but it has been a while and he wants to make sure everything he does is right.

›⠀the first time the baby kicks you yelp out, surprised, he's cooking at the time but drops everything and rushes to your side, panicking and worrying that you're in pain and that something's wrong. he only calms down when you take his hand and place it on your bump, the look of panic on his face replaced with a look of awe as he feels the tiniest kick against his palm.

›⠀he insists on getting about ten copies of your first ultrasound. not to share with others, no, but to have one copy for every single wallet he owns.

༐⠀you can't prove it but you're sure he gets more copies made behind your back because they are everywhere.

›⠀he hires people to baby proof each of the properties he owns, even the ones you are most likely never going to visit.

༐⠀which includes but is not limited to a house in barcelona that wasn't even furnished before, an apartment in madripoor which you swear you will never let your baby set a foot in and a legitimate castle. because of-freaking course he has one of those.

›⠀he tries to build a crib on his own and it goes about as well as you expect it to. for someone who used to command an elite paramilitary death squad, he sure gets adorably confused, and flustered, trying to understand the instructions. you take a few sneaky videos of him before you walk over and start helping.

[imgonnaragnorockurshit]

Zemo: We need to get through this locked door. Sam, give me your credit card.

Sam: Here.

Zemo, pocketing it: Thanks. James, kick down the door.

[lost-in-sokovia]

the danny bunch helping you with a panic attack

hiiii!! so i wrote this because i struggle with severe anxiety and panic attacks are common for me. this weekend has been absolute crap for me SO i’m writing this for myself and anyone else who struggles with anxiety out there. this is based off the symptoms i normally get with my anxiety, but i know they’re not uncommon so hopefully all of you can find some comfort in this maybe :)

alex kerner: it really doesn’t take much for him to start understanding. he notices your quietness and sort of touchiness because you’re trying to pretend nothing is happening, and when he’s like “woah hey, what’s wrong?” you just like. lose it. and he’s sort of confused but doesn’t show it as you cry and like, gasp for breath. “i know you can’t breathe but let’s just try… there, you’re doing great.” after that he’s literally the most supportive and always lets you grab him when you need to and recognizes the signs. he always tells you how proud he is of you after you’ve worked through it and you’re laying against him catching your breath as tears silently roll down your cheeks.

niki lauda: okay i have like a THING about this. at first he’s like. “??? what’s the problem?” and like doesn’t understand why tf you’re having a breakdown and being all irritable and touchy in the moment. (tbh he’s very unhelpful the first time because he’s just like “if you don’t have a specific reason to be panicking then like,,, stop?? tf??”) but he later apologizes and promises he’s going to start trying his best to help you. he lets you twist his curls and grasp his hand, “niki i feel lightheaded” “i’ve got you, i’ve got you. you’re going to be okay soon enough” and like if you get overwhelmed in public places that man literally has no shame in being like “let’s go, come on” to make you feel better because niki gives 0 craps about what people think (as we know). though he doesn’t ever fully understand it doesn’t mean he isn’t your #1 supporter

zemo: this man is? a mental health expert? a therapist?? i mean i’m sure he’s had his fair share of panic attacks and or depressive episodes, so he is like on the ball right away. don’t want to be touched? no wait you actually want to hold his hand? okay don’t touch me but talk to me- nO not that topic switch topics wrong vibe wrong vibe- this man literally deals with anything you throw at him. and when you’re embarrassed after the attack calms and you’re just kinda crying and covering your face, he’s assuring you that you aren’t a burden and he’s so proud of you for allowing yourself to feel how you needed to feel and made it through even though it was uncomfortable for you. this man doesn’t want to lose anyone else and he is just SO incredibly supportive like pls #zemoismytherapist?

andrea marowski: oh, baby boy. he probably gets freaked out that you’re freaked out the first time it happens. luckily you kinda know how to get through it as best you can by yourself, but he’s just so sad and like “i should’ve helped more i’m so useless omfg.” and personally (i apologize fellow andrea stans) i feel like he’s not as good comforting in the moment as he is after. like he gets kinda overwhelmed and nervous when you’re having a panic attack, but he’s very good at aftercare and being there for you after. he’s very cuddly and wipes your tears while you kinda hiccup and get all embarrassed. “you are the bravest person i know, i love you.” he always makes you tea and just lets you cuddle him, and even if you don’t talk much he’ll talk to you and just tell you about anything and everything which makes you feel all safe and warm and fuzzy with him🤍🤍

sorry about the lack of content i’m literally just 😀 lately i stg i’ll publish more stuff im so sorry but here’s a quick hc

[zemosupremo]

Imagine you’re out shopping with Zemo at these fancy af shops and you make him try on a goofy jacket as a silly joke but he looks ridiculously good in it just like how he looks in everything

[cazimagines]

What it would be like dating Zemo

- Expensive gifts, he worries about loosing you like he lost his last family so he is always giving you new gifts so you won't leave him. He wants to give you all the fine luxuries in life

- Possessive, he wants everyone to know you are his and his alone

- Protective, he worries someone will use you to hurt him because of the business he involves himself in so he always tries to keep you sperate from his business so that you don't get caught up in it and hurt

- Little PDA, he always has to have a hand on you weather it is wrapped around your waste, holding your hand, resting on your knee. He needs to know you are there with him. He gives you little forehead kisses and peck on your lips to show his love even when he is busy

- Takes you anywhere you want to go, his business requires a lot of travelling so of course he is bringing you with him and because of his private jet anywhere you mention you want to go he will take you just to see you happy

- Whenever you get into an argument he tries to make it up to you by buying whatever you desire

- If anyone tries to hit on you they will strangely disappear from existence when he finds out

- Always taking you to parties and introducing you to new alcohol

- Teaches you any language you want to know as he learnt most languages from a young age and actually is a really good teacher

- At his mansion he has a giant library and when not attending to his business he likes to sit in there and read, will read to you if you ask

- Enjoys taking you on shopping trips, but makes sure body guards are near by at all time just in case

- Needs comforting when he thinks back to the family he lost, just holding him in your arms will make him feel comfort

- "I didn't think I'd ever love someone again, but you liebe have lighten my world"

- His favourite dates are restaurant dates, he enjoys going to expensive restaurants where you two looks the best there, drinking fine alcohol and eating the best food it has to offer

- After these dates he always makes sure to give you the best treatment in the bedroom, your pleasure matters most to him

- He's a romantic at heart

- It's hard to make him blush but if you tease him during an important event it can catch him off guard making him blush and quickly taking you away to a place for just you and him

- "Perhaps we could spend the day walking around the art museum and for the evening enjoy a romantic dinner at my mansion, yes?"

[deceitfuldevil]

Cosmic Glitch

Baron Helmut Zemo X Reader

Summary: You always believed your soulmate was somewhere out there and that one day you'd see color, but the day you met him you refused to accept it. (soulmate AU! where you can't see color until you first look into your soulmates eyes)

Warnings: use of y/n, swearing I think?, poorly written, clearly from my drafts, headcannon turned imagine, fluff <3

Word Count: 2.2K

You had always been close with Sam ever since you served in the Air Force together, you were always up for any mission or task he needed help with.

After everyone was blipped back you had lost your job, so when Sam called you up asking you to tag along on a mission and promised compensation you couldn't turn him down.

You met Sam and Bucky in the garage and when the infamous Helmut Zemo walked in you locked eyes with him, and a fit a color exploded before you.

Zemo had stopped mid sentence

“I really don’t think I’m—“

Your heart sank deep into your chest

“Oh no” you said barely above a whisper.

“I uh, I’m not useful to this operation” he finished, stumbling over his words. Which you'd learn later on was very uncharacteristic of him.

You just stared at him as he nodded at you, a quiet hello.

Your luck was just impeccable wasn’t it? Zemo? Helmet fucking Zemo? It had to be him? The man that tore apart the avengers and bombed the UN for Christ sake! He was a fucking criminal!

The plane ride to Madripoor was above all else, awkward.

You barely spoke, not even making eye contact with anyone unless directly spoken to.

“You alright Y/n?” Sam asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You only nodded a small yes, feeling your soulmates prying eyes burning holes into the sight of Sam’s hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, such a pretty name. I love the way it rolls off the tongue. Y/n.” Zemo said, toying with the sound of your name on his lips. Flustering you, but angering Bucky.

“Cool it Zemo, she’s just a kid.” He warned. Causing Zemo to wave Bucky off with his hand as he took a sip of his warm champagne.

But Bucky was right, you were just a kid. Your soulmate, the Baron for Christ sake, had to be at least 20 some years older than you.

Why did fate set you up with a man that was an adult before you were even born? Didn’t he have a wife before the battle of Sokovia? Maybe this was some kind of cosmic glitch.

I mean, it had to be... right?

Of course you wouldn’t be able to shake the Baron so easily, especially not when you needed a secret cover to pose as in Madripoor

There was only one role for you to play being so new on the “superhero” scene that you were unknown and considering you didn’t look like a single high profile criminal out there.

The Barons fiancé. His schatzi.

Obviously, you couldn’t just show up to a bar in low town in your suit either, so Zemo being ostentatious man that he is came prepared in the worst way possible.

You closed the door to first class and zipped open the black dress bag that Zemo handed you, telling you it would fit well with the part you were due to play.

A very short velvety plum dress sat in front of your color bound eyes. Ridiculously tall heels to match.

It was never something you’d wear out, you’d never have the confidence to wear such a short and expensive dress out to a bar of all places. But the material felt so good and with the new blessing of colored sight almost made you satisfied with outfit presented.

But you walked out fully dressed and maintained your attitude.

“Who am I supposed to be? A high-end hooker?” You quipped, trying to pull the hem of the dress down as far as it would go.

“You, schatzi, will be playing the part of my fiancé.” Zemo said simply. Fixing the cufflink on his left arm.

You stood there awestruck at what he had just said to you. It was hard enough for you to try and ignore that he was your soulmate but now you had to play the part?

“Oh, and you’ll be needing this” he said, digging into his pocket and flicking a ring at you. You caught it, examining it and gasping softly. You had never seen a diamond so big.

You slipped it on your finger, it fit perfectly. Which, made you smile to yourself in a way you knew you shouldn’t have.

He’s a criminal, he’s a psychopath. He’s a criminal, he’s a psychopath. You continually repeated to yourself the whole ride to low town, allowing yourself to think for even a second that just because he was your soulmate meant that he was a good person was not in the books. You simply couldn’t do it.

But as you arrived in the deeper part of Madripoor Zemo informed everyone that they must play their role to a T, because their lives depended on it.

As the car stopped Zemo walked around the side and opened the door for you, grabbing your hand and leading you out. Pressing a gentle kiss to your hand as you stood upright.

You eyes trailed up to his as a blush became evident on your face, when you locked eyes, boom, another shockwave of color screamed into your eyes. You saw the detailing in his fur collar, the bright neon signage all around, the gold detailing in Bucky’s vibraium arm, all of it.

You wanted to see color forever, you hated knowing that if you went without seeing Zemo for too long, the color would fade out.

In ordeal at the bar came and went, the business with Selby is where things got interesting and simultaneously made you nervous.

For some reason it’s almost as if Zemo could sense this because he squeezed your hand tightly and you both sat down on the couch across from Selby.

After everyone else had either been introduced or acknowledged, all that was left was you.

“And who’s this pretty little thing you’ve got yourself here Zemo?” Selby asked, clearing prodding knowing he’d been married before.

“This...” he trailed off, grabbing your left hand to show off the ring “is my beautiful fiancé” he finished

“Oh, got yourself a little trophy wife after the other one kicked the can huh?" She added, staring down the large rock sitting on your finger.

“That’s very sweet of you to think, but this one here is my soulmate. The first woman to ever make me see in color.” Zemo said, his words so sweet honey might as well as been dripping off his tongue. His gaze turned to you, boom, another bright flash of color that made a shiver run down your spine.

“Oh how sweet, but I don’t believe it.” Selby said with a grin, Sam and Bucky tensed up slightly. Siding with Selby because they too didn’t believe Zemo when he referred to you as his soulmate.

“Test me.” You challenged, stupidly if I may add.

“Excuse me?” Selby asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you

“If you don’t believe we’re soulmates, test me. I can name any color you’d like.” You continued, a part of you always looking for a challenge, the other part also wanting to test yourself see if maybe this whole color thing was faulty or one-ended.

“Fine, we’ll start easy. What’s the color of that slutty dress you’ve got on?” She asked, angry that you challenged her

“Easy, the same color as my soulmates turtle neck. A deep purple, plum if you will.” You said carefully caressing the material of Zemo’s shirt

“You could’ve been told that before you arrived, what about my lipstick?” She pressed as she pursed her lips out

“A cheap magenta” you deadpanned, done with her games. She scoffed at you.

“And this couch?” She asked grinning, patting the cushion beside her.

“Trick question. It’s a old a dirty worn out pattern, it has no specific color” you said with a fake smile, Zemo’s hand snaking around your waist as he pulled you a little closer.

The room fell silent just long enough for things to feel awkward before Selby started laughing uncontrollably.

“Well Baron, the universe certainly has picked you a handful! Now what business did you want to do with me again?” And just like that, it was over and you were suddenly running from bounty hunters on the streets.

When Sharon rescued the four of you the ride up to her place in high town was painfully silent. Zemo kept a firm hand on your thigh. Bucky stared off into space ashamed of how easily he fell back into form, and Sam sat on his thoughts wondering if you and Zemo were really soulmates.

No one really spoke to each other, just different conversations with Sharon. After what went down at the Bar and then with Selby... a mood was set, things had changed.

When Zemo stood up and announced he wanted to go join the party and made his way towards the exit you told Bucky you’d keep on eye on him. Sam wanted to protest but at that point you both were already out the door.

You sat from afar watching Zemo on the floor of the club horribly attempting to dance along with the rest of the party-goers. When you laughed a little to yourself he looked up at you, boom, that beautiful shock of color again. It never got old.

But you quickly averted your eyes and disappeared from his gaze as you went to the bar for a drink. When the bartender slid your drink over suddenly Zemo was at your side announcing he’d pay for it.

Zemo started to snake his hand around your waist once more but this time you smacked his hand away

“We’re not playing house anymore, Baron.” You told him, using his formal title.

“But you see what I see, do you not?” He asked, tentatively reaching for your hand.

“See what?” You asked, avoiding his burning gaze. You knew damn well what he was taking about but refused to admit to even yourself. He was a horrible man, a criminal, a rich psychopath! It ached your heart that someone with such a shitty past was who you were meant to be with for the rest of your life.

“The beautiful colors. I see your bright eyes, your sleek hair, those sweet pink lips. Now color is all around me too, I can see the colors of the club. I see the blue radiating off that light, the red in this drink you ordered, the green that lady’s hair! You love opened my eyes, Y/n. With you, I can see.” Zemo pressed on, smiling as he looked in awe at all the colors around him. He placed his hand gently over yours. You flinched but didn’t move away from his touch

“But this has to be wrong. I can’t be the person for you. You had a wife and kids right? Didn’t they bring any color into your life?” You asked, feeling a warm heat rise to your cheeks from the small contact you two were now sharing

“I loved my wife and son sure, but they were always grey to me. Remember that I’m a Baron, when you’re royalty your marriage options aren’t as wide as the universe has set for you.” He pointed out, taking your hand and slowly rubbing your knuckles.

“Still surely this has to be some kind of universal glitch! I mean you’re what? 20 some years older than me? What about all the horrible shit you’ve done? You’re a criminal! I was made to be a hero! We don’t mix, let alone fall in love!” You babbled on

“Listen, y/n. I am not proud of my past, I was a grief stricken man who had just lost his wife and child along with his entire country. I was only doing what I believed to be right at the moment, is that not what you try to do as well?” He asked, trying to find similarities between the two of you. Some common ground.

“Zemo I—“ you started, turning to face him and looking into his hazel brown eyes again and feeling that boom of color that would never get old, but did make you lose your train of thought.

“Zemo I’m scared” you finished off, your planned statement turning into a confession. You didn’t take your eyes off his this time as he stared back down at you. Bring his free hand to your cheek he smiled softly.

“I’m scared too, schatzi. But the feeling you give me makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. Stay with me, ride this out and see where it goes. I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, sport cars, you name it and I’ll buy it for you. I’ll fly you any place you’ve ever wanted to go, show you every sight you’ll ever need to see.” He tools breathe, a single tear slipping down his face.

“Please, let’s give this a shot.” He ended. Nine years with losing your wife, child, country, and being imprisoned for a few years really changed a man; and made him that much more desperate for someone like you, his soulmate, to stay.

And stay you did. The first year was rocky wrapping things up with the super soldiers on the loose and clearing Zemo’s name in the eyes of the Power Broker and the UN. Based on his efforts to take down the last of the super soldiers and good words from Sam and Bucky his sentence was reduced to one year under house arrest, which made for a great way to get to know each other better.

The years after that were far beyond smooth sailing, they were dare you even say perfect. You traveled the world with Zemo, lived the most lavish life, saw the most amazing things.

All in color.

[crypticwanda]

Zemo x touchstarved!reader

summary: how zemo would treat a touch starved s/o

pairing(s): helmut zemo x reader

warnings: mention of sexual themes but it's very brief

zemo is very soft with you

to your surprise, zemo was incredibly soft and kind when he had found out about how deprived you were of physical touch

I feel like at first he wouldn't be very touchy or show a lot of PDA at first, and then slowly becomes more intimate

he first realizes just how touch starved you are one night when you are sitting on the couch together

he had called you over to his side for something, then placed his hands on either side of your face and had complimented your eyes

just the touch on your cheeks had brought tears to your eyes, knowing that you've never felt something like this from someone you truly love

without even knowing, a few tears fell from your eyes as his face turned into confusion and worry

"why are you crying, my love?"

you sniffled a few times and wiped your eyes as you realised that you were crying

"oh I'm fine... just not used to it."

he continued to look you in the eyes while his eyebrows furrowed together, almost in sadness but it wasn't plainly obvious

ever since that moment, zemo had made it a personal goal in his mind to give you the physical touch that you had been deprived of most your life

whether that be sexual or not

even in the smallest ways possible, he would go the extra step to remind you that he loves you

he'd randomly wrap his arm around your waist while you walk, or hold the back of your neck tightly as you hug

the smallest of gestures matter the most in his mind

and you had relished every moment of it

one of your favorite things that he does is that when you are about to fall asleep on his chest, he will hold a book in one of his hands and would softly rub your back with the other

even though it didn't seem like a big act to others, it was reassuring and kind

it also had helped you fall asleep at night and zemo knew he did something right when he heard small snores emit from your mouth as you lie on his chest

I feel like zemo wouldn't mind that much about showing you these small acts of reassurance, actually he'd probably enjoy it knowing that he's helping you feel calm and protected

[eurydia]

what is grief, if not love persevering?

[provokedgoalie]

♡ zemo taking care of you when you're suffering with allergies 🤧

calls the best doctors to check you (even when you protested and told him it's not that serious) & prescribe you medicine

fusses over you (lovingly)

makes you a cup of hot tea to relieve your throat and sinus

brings you a box of tissues (when you're surrounded by discarded tissues and one up your nose he gives you a :( look)

draws a warm bath for you and has a fuzzy bathrobe for you when you're done

cooks your favorite foods, but makes sure you have a hot bowl of soup

puts on a movie you've been wanting to see

has you wrapped in blankets. you lean your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him

“are you feeling comfortable, my dove? do you need anything else?”

“just hold me, helmut. I'm tired.”

wraps his arms around your waist and caresses your hip with his thumb

sings softly in your ear. sokovian lullabies

the night ends with you snoring in his ear

[spilledkauffie]

NSFW Alphabet • Zemo

List made by @caitlinpotter || whooooo boy

*xFemale!Reader || SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Super, super sweet!—he’s lovey dovey the moment you hit your final orgasm, rough kisses turn to gentle, featherlike, kisses across your quivering skin as you work through the final wave of ecstasy. He strokes his fingertips down your tense abdomen, feeling the subtle shake traveling through your body in the final moments of your orgasm.

Afterwards—he hoarsely asks if you’re okay, caressing your cheek, as you lay next to him breathless. There’s a soft smile across his lips, as you close your eyes, swallowing, to gather yourself, before smiling. He presses a kiss to your forehead as you snuggle up against his side, resting your head on his bicep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Loves your legs and back— you wear anything that significantly reveals either and it’s already on his mind. He loves how the curve of your back fits perfectly against his palm when you arch it, especially when you’re straddling his lap. During foreplay, he always kisses a trail along the inside of your thigh, with his hand either caressing your calf or stroking along the outside of your leg. 

Lips— he loves your lips, sometimes when you’re talking or venting, on a roll about something, you’ll find him just staring at your lips. He is notorious for open mouth kisses, out of nowhere just kissing you, sometimes whilst you’re talking, but mostly when you just don’t expect it. 

As for himself, he’s probably say his hands, so he can feel you and mouth, cause he could kiss you all day long.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Together— you don’t know how but somehow he knows how to get you both there at the same time. Your breath starts to hitch as you squeeze your legs against him. You hear him whisper a few curses and feel him grip your hips a little rougher, keeping you in place, as you both cum.

On other occasions or positions— seeing it drip down the arch of your back is insanely attractive, as he dips to breathlessly kiss between your shoulder blades.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves being cuffed— there’s something about the metal, feel and sound. Plus he loves the challenge of feeling you up whilst in handcuffs, a lot of times he’ll bring his hands to the back of your neck, pulling the cuff links tight against the nape of your neck, bringing you and holding you deep into a kiss.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously, yes, he’s had experience— he absolutely knows what he’s doing, in fact he’s the only one who’s been able to get you on a new level of pleasure via him just knowing what he was doing. When you asked him how he knew where to hit, he lifts an eyebrows and simply replies “I have experience.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

He’s really game for it all— whatever you’re comfortable with, he’s comfortable with. That means if halfway through you want to switch, he’s good with that.

Anything with you beneath him, chest to chest; he really does love absolutely making out while fucking you, so a lot of face to face works best for that— your knees pressing against his sides, your nails slowly scratching across his back, him giving fresh hickeys to your neck, and hands exploring your body while he slips his tongue in your mouth.

Tabletop— could literally be on a table, counter, or just the edge of the bed. Either way, you’re clinging to the surface’s edge, trying to keep yourself positioned at the very edge for him, (in bed, the bed posts can help), his fingertips are leaving bruises against your hips or his hand is wrapped around the ankle you have resting up against his shoulder, he presses kisses against the inside of your ankle as he fucks you.

 Doggy style—he loves the beautiful curve of your back so what better than fully seeing it. He presses his thumbs against the small of your back, and typically has a hand stroking up and down your spine.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It’s definitely more serious, but it’s also always fun and extremely satisfying— his charm allows him to swoon you, keeping it a heated and romantic setting, but he can’t help but chuckle in between kisses to your skin when your jaw drops and your take a breath staggering gasp, clinging onto him, feeling things you’ve never felt before.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Literally perfect— he’s surprisingly good at knowing how you want it based on your actions leading up to the moment. He knows if you want it more rough and kinky, or if you just want to feel adored like a princess, made to feel good.

Accent— you love hearing him say anything in that gorgeous accent and he knows it, thus he sweet talks you, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.

He checks in on you— the occasional “doing okay, Darling?”, “use your words, tell me, princess,” and “I’ve got you, just ride it out,” make it very personal and sweet amidst it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not really a thing with him, if he wants it he’s going to wait, he loooves sexual tension/anticipation, it makes the sex 10x better. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Temperature play—ice. He loves watching your skin shiver as he trails a path across your body with an ice cube. Also, he’ll kiss you and have a sliver of ice in his mouth, sliding it against your bottom lip with his tongue.

Handcuffs— either way (see D), it’s the challenge for him, and the look of them and you that he loves so much. Also loves the feeling of them against him when you’re clinging on to him.

Has a bit of a kink for you being the only one undressed— this is where you just rolling your hips down on him hard, holding close with two fingers behind his belt buckle comes in. Also, thigh riding, he loves to see you get yourself there, only occasionally helping out, loving how desperate you are for his attention, physically.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom— it’s the atmosphere of the room that’s amazing, it’s intimate, silk sheets, candles, old wooden bed frame posts that have bruised your back from being pushed against. He likes to see your skin glow in the candlelight with a slight shimmer from the sweat you’re breaking together

Cars— those classic cars have had a Titanic moment or two. It’s extremely intimate, and the sound of your breaths, moans, and screams sound great in a tightly contained area. 

Shower— warm water cascading down your body, keeping you nice and wet in every way. The shower’s obviously lavish and has plenty of room, plus glass walls.

↳ similarly, bathroom countertop sex— with the room still humid and hot, you’re set atop the cool counter’s surface, back pressing against the mirror as you hang on to the edge or the faucet head for some grounding.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you undress— watching you slip of out a dress, casually pull a sweatshirt over your head, shimmying out of your jeans, etc. he just loves seeing more and more of your skin slowly become exposed. Which makes changing in the morning a longer process than need be.

Kisses— making out with him enough will get him pretty turned on, French kisses, love bite kisses, soft and sweet, really enough of anything and you’ll find you finally have a little control when you pull back and he leans in, not wanting to break the kiss.

You in his clothes— dress shirts, sweatshirts, his jacket, you name it, he likes to see you wearing his things.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing demeaning— he wants to make you feel worshiped, perfect, and on cloud nine, so it’s a no go to the exact opposite

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving— for starters he likes to have the leverage in situations and you at the mercy of his mouth counts. He’s phenomenal at completely and totally getting you all the way there with just his mouth. His hands are always either holding your hips down, or stroking along your legs, outside, inside, caressing your calf etc. 

↳ when you try to close your legs, he easily pushes the inside of your knee back out again, with a chuckle you can feel vibrating against your clit.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Two types: slow, sensual, and deep & hard, dominant, and passionate 

↳ slow, sensual, and deep: it’s extremely romantic and makes you feel adored, he takes time to get every sense awake in your body before giving you what, by that point, you desperately want. And when he does it’s almost instantly met by you softly sighing with a smile, “right there, baby,” as you flutter your eyes closed, lips parting.

↳ hard, dominant, and passionate— he’s fucking you like he hasn’t seen you in years. It’s a little rough, sometimes kinky, very dominant sex. You have some seriously intense, pupils blown with pleasure, screaming orgasms that leave you shaking, not to mention unable to walk straight. Typically includes multiple orgasms for you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not opposed to them at all, the amount of time doesn’t determine the quality with him.

For example: you’ve definitely fucked in a club bathroom before (these are nice, fancy clubs)— already making out you pull him into the room and he kicks the door shut, locking it. Setting you on top of the counter roughly, you get at it. Desperately holding onto the edge of the countertop as he fucks you, kissing your neck and holding your hips in place.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not particularly— if there’s any shake up you want to try or add, you definitely talk about it first, having a comfortable atmosphere during sex is always important to him so you can feel safe and boundaries are set.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Not including teasing / oral, typically two— and those are two very intense rounds, it’s not a quickie. Proper sex with him lasts a good while, so brace yourself if you make it to a third round. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A whole lot— it’s exactly that, unfair. With how much he teases you, you’ll be dripping wet before your clothes are even entirely off.

Playing hard to get— oh yes, he plays that game with you, if you’re trying to subtly come on to him, he’ll act like he has no idea what you’re trying to imply, making you more frustrated and him happier seeing you want it so bad but trying to counter his calmness.

Leaving you to think about it— he’ll start the foreplay, but then in the middle tell you that he’s needed elsewhere, leaving you to think about what he had started all day long, this usually results in you wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply the instant he walks back through the door

At events— typically well behaved, unless it’s completely boring. He’s had his hand under the table and up your skirt/dress more than once though, quickly pulling away when you were almost there. This is when sex when you’re barely through the front door happens.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s personally relatively quiet— usually it’s because his mouth his preoccupied with bruising and musing your skin, but in between there’s throaty breaths and sweet nothing whispered.

Prefers to hear you— seriously, he loves hearing every whine, moan, whimper, scream, breath, gasp, and giggle you make.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Plenty to be satisfied by— above average, but he’s not the guy to talk about it. If you have the pleasure of knowing, then you know full good and well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty damn high— he just really really knows how to hide it until it’s the exact moment. He has a lot of sexual charisma without even trying, yet he typically remains totally calm about it until you’re the first one to take action, asking or physically.

HOWEVER— there are days where you’re headed out the door, and he catches a glimpse of your cute outfit. As you’re saying goodbye he catches you gently by the wrist and starts walking with you towards the bedroom “Baron,” you giggle, tossing your head back and following his lead, “I’m going to be late.” Catching up with him at the door, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, “you’re not going to be late,” he caressed your cheek, “you’re going to be altogether absent.”

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You definitely fall asleep first— he likes watching you fall asleep afterwards, his fingertips still ghosting across your skin, as you make sure to keep yourself close to him. 

[littlest-dark-age]

Drabble/dialogue reqs open!

[imgonnaragnorockurshit]

Sam: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Zemo: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Bucky: In that case, we're definitely lost.

[fxdetoblxckk]

thinking about writing a headcanon about zemo and loki working together …. hm

• zemo’s dry humor in response to loki’s hit

• loki demeaning zemo for his lack of powers and zemo pointing out that he’s been successful in his objectives while loki hasn’t

• also pointing out that zemo, not loki, managed to break up the avengers despite loki having powers

• would be even better if this was back and forth banter, or if the two were forced to work together but warmed up to each other

• not even a romantic pairing just a buddy one

i might need to actually do this

[littlebird616]

yoooo, thought I would share my new Zemo fan fic on here if anyone would like to read! (Joaquin Torres and Bucky also are contenders in the story)