#daniel bruhl headcanon

[zemosbff]

zemo headcanons

(nsfw)

a/n: guys i love zemo so much, i want and need him so badly :( i can’t decide whether i like soft or ruthless sex the most when it comes to him lol, i feel like he has a soft side but god how i want him to just grab my hips harshly and fuck into me with no mercy … anyways …!!!!

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

⋆˙⟡- enemies to lovers <33

⋆˙⟡- constantly bickering soon turned into something more sexual

⋆˙⟡- would kiss your tears away while thrusting into you hard

⋆˙⟡- fucking you with his mask on during a mission to let off some steam!!!

⋆˙⟡- he’s soooo devoted to you and would let the world burn just for you

⋆˙⟡- massaging your shoulders after a long day while gently kissing your neck from behind

⋆˙⟡- calls you pet names in sokovian

⋆˙⟡- dom!zemo <33

⋆˙⟡- he would take you anywhere, in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, anywhere, anytime

⋆˙⟡- “you want your baron to fuck you hm? be a good slut for me”

⋆˙⟡- he’s not one to shy away from moaning in your ear (real men moan in their girls ear!!!!!)

⋆˙⟡- you can’t tell me he’s not a muncher …

[andy-15-07]

A Love Unscripted

Summary: Daniel and Y/N, co-stars on a film set, experience an intense connection that quickly blossoms into love. As they navigate their deepening relationship, they find that their off-screen romance becomes the greatest story of their lives.

Paring: Daniel Brühl x reader

Words count: 2907

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It was a bright, crisp morning in Berlin, and the air buzzed with excitement as the cast and crew gathered for the first day of shooting. This was no ordinary film set—this was the next big project from a critically acclaimed director, and everyone knew it had the potential to be a masterpiece. The title of the film, still under wraps, hinted at a deep, emotional journey that would challenge both the actors and the audience.

Y/N arrived on set with a mix of nerves and excitement, feeling the weight of this opportunity. It was their first major role, and although they had done their fair share of indie films and theater, this was different. The script had resonated deeply with Y/N when they first read it, and they knew this role could be a turning point in their career.

As Y/N stepped out of their trailer, adjusting the costume that already felt like a second skin, they noticed a familiar face on set. Daniel Brühl was speaking with the director, his warm, easygoing smile lighting up his features. Y/N had always admired Daniel’s work from afar—the subtlety of his performances, the way he could convey so much with just a glance or a slight change in his expression. Meeting him in person, however, was something they hadn’t quite prepared for.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N walked over to where Daniel and the director were chatting. As they approached, the director noticed Y/N and smiled broadly. "Ah, Y/N! Perfect timing. Come meet your co-star."

Daniel turned towards Y/N, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. His eyes met Y/N’s, and there was an unmistakable spark—a connection that went beyond the usual pleasantries of a first meeting. Daniel’s smile widened, and there was a warmth in his gaze that immediately put Y/N at ease.

“Hi, I’m Daniel,” he said, extending his hand.

“Y/N,” they replied, shaking his hand. The touch lingered a bit longer than necessary, and Y/N felt a strange but pleasant flutter in their chest.

“It’s great to finally meet you,” Daniel continued, his voice smooth and genuinely kind. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

Y/N chuckled, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. “Well, I hope I can live up to the hype.”

“I’m sure you will,” Daniel said, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s. “I watched some of your previous work. You’re really talented.”

Y/N was caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.”

Before the conversation could continue, the director clapped his hands. “Alright, let’s get started! We’ve got a lot to cover today.”

The first scene they were shooting was a pivotal one—an intense confrontation between Y/N and Daniel’s characters. The air was charged with anticipation as the crew set up the shot. Y/N took their position, trying to focus on the character’s emotions, but found themselves distracted by the fact that Daniel was standing so close.

Daniel, sensing Y/N’s nervousness, leaned in slightly and whispered, “Don’t worry, just be in the moment. We’ve got this.”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. As soon as the director called “Action,” the transformation was instantaneous. Y/N slipped into their character’s mindset, and the world around them faded away. The scene required them to confront Daniel’s character, emotions running high as they delivered their lines with a mixture of anger and vulnerability.

Daniel was incredible. His performance was raw, powerful, and it drew Y/N in, making it easy to react naturally. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and it crackled with intensity, as if they had known each other for years instead of mere minutes.

When the director finally called “Cut,” there was a moment of stunned silence on set. Y/N blinked, coming back to reality, and noticed that the crew was staring at them with something like awe. The director had a wide grin on his face.

“That was fantastic!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “The chemistry between you two is electric. If we can capture even a fraction of that in every scene, we’ve got something truly special here.”

Y/N glanced over at Daniel, who was still looking at them with that same warm smile. “You were amazing,” he said softly, his eyes full of admiration.

“So were you,” Y/N replied, feeling the flutter in their chest return.

As the day progressed, the initial nerves melted away. Daniel and Y/N fell into an easy rhythm, their connection both on and off-screen growing stronger with each take. Between scenes, they would chat about everything from their favorite films to their experiences growing up in different parts of the world. They discovered they had a lot in common—a shared love for classic cinema, a penchant for exploring new places, and a mutual respect for the craft of acting.

During lunch, they found themselves sitting together, away from the rest of the cast and crew. It wasn’t intentional, but it felt natural, as if they had always gravitated toward each other. As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and the occasional teasing remark.

“You know,” Daniel said, leaning back in his chair, “I didn’t expect to meet someone who’s as passionate about cinema as I am.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth in their heart. “I could say the same about you. It’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.”

Daniel nodded, his expression thoughtful. “It’s rare to find someone who really understands what it’s like to lose yourself in a role, to feel that connection with the character and the story. I can tell you’re someone who does.”

Y/N looked at Daniel, their eyes meeting once again. There was something in his gaze that made their heart skip a beat—an intensity, a depth that went beyond mere attraction. It was as if they were seeing each other, truly seeing each other, for the first time.

“I feel the same way,” Y/N admitted, their voice soft but sincere. “There’s something about this project, about working with you… It feels different. Special.”

Daniel’s gaze softened, and he reached across the table, his hand gently covering Y/N’s. “I feel it too,” he said quietly. “I think this could be the start of something really wonderful.”

The rest of the shoot passed in a blur. Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, Y/N and Daniel’s connection deepened. Their scenes together were electric, filled with a chemistry that was palpable to everyone on set. Off-camera, they spent more and more time together, often finding excuses to stay late after a day of shooting just to talk, to be in each other’s company.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of filming, they decided to take a walk around the city. The night was cool, the streets quiet as they wandered aimlessly, talking about everything and nothing. Daniel seemed more relaxed than usual, his usual charisma softened by the late hour and the intimacy of the moment.

As they walked along the Spree River, the moonlight reflecting off the water, Daniel suddenly stopped. Y/N, who had been in the middle of a story, turned to look at him in surprise.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, concerned.

Daniel smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s just… I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

Y/N’s heart began to race, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation bubbling up inside them. “What is it?”

Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

The question caught Y/N off guard. They stared at Daniel, their mind racing. Did they believe in love at first sight? They had always thought it was something that only happened in movies, in the stories they told on screen. But as they looked into Daniel’s eyes, so full of sincerity and something deeper, something that felt a lot like love, they found themselves reconsidering.

“I’m not sure,” Y/N replied honestly. “But… I think I might be starting to.”

Daniel’s smile widened, and without another word, he took a step closer. The distance between them disappeared as he gently cupped Y/N’s face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. Y/N’s breath caught in their throat as Daniel leaned in, his lips brushing theirs in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and full of unspoken emotions.

The world seemed to fade away in that moment. There was no film set, no crew, no cameras—just the two of them, standing by the river, lost in each other. The kiss deepened, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through their entire body, a sense of rightness, of inevitability, as if this was exactly where they were meant to be.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they shared a quiet moment of connection.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment we met,” Daniel admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled, their heart full. “So have I.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten. It was a perfect moment, the kind that Y/N had only ever experienced in the movies they loved so much. But this wasn’t a script, and this wasn’t a role. This was real, and it was happening to them.

As they walked back to their hotel, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like they were living in a dream. But it was better than any dream they could have imagined—because it was real, and it was theirs.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, both on and off set. Their relationship blossomed quietly, just under the radar of the curious eyes of the cast and crew. Though they kept it professional during filming, it was impossible to hide the subtle glances, the shared smiles, and the way their hands would brush as they passed each other by.

Y/N found themselves falling deeper for Daniel with every passing day. He was kind and considerate, with a sense of humor that caught them off guard and made them laugh when they least expected it. They had never felt this way before, and it scared them as much as it thrilled them. But there was a comfort in Daniel’s presence, a sense of safety that made them feel like everything was going to be okay.

One afternoon, they had a rare day off from shooting, and Daniel suggested they explore the city together. Berlin was full of history and culture, and though Y/N had been there for weeks, they hadn’t had much time to truly experience it.

They spent the day wandering through art galleries and museums, stopping at cafes for coffee and pastries. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Daniel seemed to know all the best spots, the hidden gems that only locals frequented. He would tell stories about the city’s history, pointing out landmarks and sharing little anecdotes that made Y/N feel like they were getting a private tour from someone who truly loved the place.

As the day turned into evening, they found themselves at a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The candlelit atmosphere was intimate, and Y/N could feel their heart racing as they sat across from Daniel, the flickering light casting shadows across his handsome features.

“This place is beautiful,” Y/N said, looking around at the warm, inviting decor. “How did you find it?”

Daniel smiled, a little shyly. “I’ve been here a few times. It’s one of my favorite spots in the city. I thought you might like it.”

Y/N reached across the table, taking his hand in theirs. “I love it. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Daniel’s eyes softened, and he squeezed Y/N’s hand gently. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say,” he began, his voice serious.

Y/N felt a flutter of nerves in their stomach. “What is it?”

Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but… I can’t help the way I feel. From the moment we met, I felt this connection between us, something I’ve never experienced before. I don’t want to scare you off, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Y/N’s breath caught in their throat, their heart pounding in their chest. They had felt it too, but hearing Daniel say it out loud made it all the more real, all the more intense.

“I feel the same way,” Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been trying to make sense of it, but… I think I’m falling for you too.”

The relief in Daniel’s eyes was palpable, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He stood up from his seat, moving to sit beside Y/N, and pulled them into a gentle embrace. Y/N melted into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against theirs, the steady beat of his heart under their cheek.

For a while, they just sat there, holding each other, letting the world outside fade away. It was as if time had stopped, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness. They talked quietly, sharing their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. It was easy to be vulnerable with Daniel, easy to let down the walls they had built around their heart.

As the evening wore on, they decided to head back to the hotel, their hands intertwined as they walked through the quiet streets. The city was alive with the soft hum of nightlife, but Y/N only had eyes for Daniel, who looked at them with such affection that it made their heart ache in the best possible way.

When they reached Y/N’s hotel room, they lingered outside the door, neither of them wanting the night to end. Daniel brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, his touch tender and full of longing.

“Can I come in?” he asked softly, his voice full of emotion.

Y/N nodded, their heart racing. They opened the door, leading Daniel inside, and as soon as it closed behind them, he pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the emotions they had been holding back, all the desire and affection that had been building between them since the day they met.

They stumbled toward the bed, their lips never breaking contact, and as they fell into the soft sheets, Y/N knew this was where they were meant to be—wrapped in Daniel’s arms, lost in the feeling of being loved and cherished by someone who saw them for who they truly were.

The night was a blur of whispered words and tender touches, of shared laughter and quiet moments of connection. When they finally drifted off to sleep, tangled up in each other, Y/N felt a peace they had never known before. It was as if all the pieces of their life had finally fallen into place, and they knew, deep in their heart, that this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.

The next morning, they woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Daniel was still asleep beside them, his face peaceful and relaxed, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they watched him. They had never felt this content, this happy, and they knew they had found something special, something worth holding onto.

As Daniel stirred awake, his eyes meeting Y/N’s with a sleepy smile, they leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good morning,” Y/N whispered, their voice full of affection.

“Good morning,” Daniel replied, his voice husky with sleep. He pulled Y/N closer, his arms wrapping around them as if he never wanted to let go. “Last night was… incredible.”

“It was,” Y/N agreed, their heart swelling with emotion. “I don’t want this to end.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Daniel said, his gaze serious. “I meant what I said last night. I’m falling for you, Y/N, and I want to see where this goes. I don’t care about the logistics or what anyone else thinks. All I know is that I want to be with you.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes as they looked into Daniel’s sincere gaze. They had been so afraid to let themselves fall, but now that they had, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I want that too,” Y/N said, their voice choked with emotion. “I want to be with you, Daniel.”

He smiled, a smile so full of warmth and love that it took Y/N’s breath away. “Then let’s make it happen. We’ll figure it out together.”

And so, they did. As the film production continued, so did their relationship, growing stronger with each passing day. They faced the challenges together, navigating the complexities of a public relationship in a private world, but nothing could diminish the connection they shared.

When the film finally wrapped, and it was time to say goodbye to the set and the characters they had brought to life, Y/N and Daniel knew that this was just the beginning of their story. They had found something real, something lasting, and as they walked hand in hand into the next chapter of their lives, they knew they were ready to face whatever came next, as long as they were together.

In the end, it wasn’t just a love story scripted for the screen—it was their love story, one that would continue to unfold in ways they could never have imagined. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that this was the greatest role they would ever play, not as actors, but as themselves, deeply in love and ready to take on the world, side by side.

[violetmuses]

Marvel didn't spend enough time giving us Zemo flashbacks, and now I'm low-key salty about it. 😮‍💨

Could you imagine: 💭 💜🖤

Zemo bonding with his son Karl.

The affluence of his Sokovian estate

Zemo seen as a charitable man in power.

Heike finally revealed.

His military experience as Colonel in action

Zemo and Ozenik as a duo before the terrorist plans.

Thoughts? 🤔

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

MARVEL HEADCANON

Zemo took dancing classes as a teenager, as was customary for boys and girls of wealthy families in Sokovia. He was absolutely terrible at it, but he had a lot of fun.

[violetmuses]

Yasss! 😂

legit can't believe zemo was out there in the world looking like this once upon a time:

probably fucking blasting Nirvana and going to protests. wearing other boys' old k-mart clothes at Sunday dinner just to spite his dad. dropped out of his prestigious college as a freshman to join the military. still wrote a twenty page dissertation on religion in the modern era that's basically just declaring his right to 'fight God and suck cock'. wants to get roughed up in alleyways to know what it feels like.

[daincrediblegg]

@trantors darling THANK YOU for the tag now I get to run my mouth!

last song: Take A Chance On Me by ABBA. Because @prismatica-the-strange and I were conquering a fort in sea of thieves and nothing is more appropriate than ABBA for such a task.

last show: Mad Men. Because Lane Pryce massive babygirl

last film: All Quiet on the Western Front- it was important oscar viewing and I'm glad my dad and I did. It was quite the ride. The horrors of war truly. Doesn't beat out 1917 for me personally but I'm biased because I'm a tolkien nerd and that film captured the poetry that spawned from the men who lived through that better than anything else. Cool to see Daniel Bruhl speak german again tho (and I haven't lost all of mine, thank god)

current show: I'm doing Chernobyl again because the Valery Legasov brainrot this week has been literally so bad

currently reading: The Vampire Tapestry by Suzy McKee Charnas. And it's REAL good (I just finished the first part the other day and it's just??? damn dude. commentary. imagery.)

current obsession:... gee I wonder if you can guess. No but for real couldn't tell you how or why Jared Harris lust struck me out of nowhere just because Craig's TLOU started airing and my ass went "YO Chernobyl was good lets do that one again!" and I guess I was at a vulnerable enough place that the second I saw him again, after loving him and his performances in various things for YEARS, dude just set a fire under me this time. Couldn't have worse timing because I have literally so much to do during these last like 7 weeks I have in the semester (a creative project, a presentation, 3 10 page papers on top of weekly reading responses for 2 classes and screening notes) , but like... I haven't been this motivated to write in a long time nor have I done as much to accomplish actual writing and not just headcanons or little morsels of smut in like... years??? nor have I been this motivated to actually plot out a story so???? Thanks Jared Harris for giving me my groove back you a real one dude👍

no pressure tags: @jokerownsmysoul @roaming-thru-roses @prismatica-the-strange @your-mighty-words-astound-me

[therenlover]

that list says blurb, so here we go...

young Daniel, LIL era Daniel, playing Sky in Mamma Mia and singing Lay All Your Love On Me

((Okay I took this shit and ran in another direction with it because @creme-bruhlee loves to indulge my ridiculous ideas. Sorry lol))

How The Danny Bunch Would Do Performing "Lay All Your Love On Me" From Mamma Mia From Worst To Best

Number Seven: Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

Poor Laszlo would be absolutely miserable trying to do the whole number.

Like... the whole dance includes push-ups and barrel rolls and all that crazy cardio stuff, so with his arm being the way that it is he would just have a terrible time.

More than once he'd get stuck like a turtle on his back unable to get up from both physical inability and just plain exhaustion.

He'd probably be taken out of the number at his own request about 2 weeks into rehearsals, so we'd never get to actually see him in the diving suit and flippers.

Honestly, it would be for the best though.

I can't imagine how John and Sara would react to seeing him perform.

His dignity would be safe for another day, at least for now...

Number Six: Checo (Paradise Mall)

Checo, though attractive, would not want to be there at all.

Like, he has a million better things to do with his time that don't involve humiliating costumes and hours worth of dance rehearsals every week

He probably wouldn't even show up for the actual performance.

That being said, he'd be around a little longer than Laszlo, and he would actually end up wearing the cute costume at least once, so he doesn't get put in dead last

When it comes to the actual dancing he wouldn't put in any effort

Like... he'd consistently not actually know the moves and would be several beats behind because he'd just halfheartedly follow along with what the other guys were doing.

Checo has potential, and if he actually tried he'd be higher on the list

But he refuses to try, therefore, he is at the bottom of the people actually dancing.

Number Five: Niki Lauda (Rush)

Ah, Niki. What can I even say about Niki...

He, like Checo, does not want to be involved at all.

That being said, Niki is not a quitter, so he would show up and give it his absolute all because he might hate it, but he would refuse to be anything but the best.

That being said, effort can't save everything.

I feel like it wouldn't matter how much Niki rehearsed the moves or did his best to do them right.

He would just look really, really ridiculous.

Not that he would accept that. No, no, no, he would be convinced that he was the absolute best, and when he was confronted with facts that showed him that his assumption wasn't true, he'd get really, really bitter.

In fact, he'd probably even put aside his need to be the best and team up with another dancer if he thought it would mean someone else wasn't better than he was anymore.

More on that later

Also, Niki would look like a fool in the costume.

It's flattering on a lot of people, but with his bouncy little curls it would just be a hot mess

Number Four: Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

Schmidt, like Niki, does not want to be involved and is not gifted with the talent that is being able to dance with any semblance of internalized rhythm.

He's a scientist, not a dancer, and that's for good reason.

That being said, Schmidt's attitude is really what sets him about Niki.

He might despise being involved and complain about the experience to anyone who will listen, whether they're in the cast or just strangers, but he would give it a good effort and wouldn't try to tear other people down just because he's a bad dancer.

In the end, he wouldn't do too badly, and he's on the better end of things as far as the Dannys go.

I also think that by the end of the experience, he would be secretly glad he was involved.

Even for hot-headed guys like Schmidt, it can be fun to blow off some steam and just have some stupid fun, even if you make a fool of yourself while doing it.

If any of his teammates recorded it, though, he would simply kill them, so if anyone had a tape of the performance it would have to be a big secret.

Number Three: Andrea Marowski (Ladies In Lavender)

Oh, sweet Andrea would be having the time of his life and I refuse to believe any different.

I have no doubt that he'd be the one that dragged all the other Dannys into this and they couldn't say no because lets be honest, who could risk making Andrea upset? Nobody. Not even the most heartless of bastards.

Andrea is a musician, and he's decently fit and pretty young, so he'd probably do alright with learning the actual choreography.

What he lacks in skill he'll make up for in heart.

That being said, he probably would get so caught up in the excitement of it all that he'd trip over his own feet a few times like an overexcited puppy, so he wouldn't be the very best.

Everyone would tell him he was though, and it would make his whole life.

As for the costume, we basically already saw him in something close to it when he wore the one-piece bathing suit in Ladies In Lavender, so we know he pulls it off well.

He'd look extra funny in the flippers though.

I can see him doing the goofy run with them on backstage and just grinning like a fool saying "Look! Duck feet!"

Number Two: Helmut Zemo (Falcon and the Winter Soldier)

Now, Helmut Zemo may be getting older, but I am a firm believer that he was trained in dance for at least part of his young adulthood.

That means he would pick up the choreography fast, and execute it with a dancer's precision, especially since it isn't super tough skill-wise, it just takes the ability to keep a rhythm in your body and the strength to do the cardio of it for several minutes.

Zemo can do both of those things.

That being said, he is getting older, so he would have some struggles when it came to the more strenuous moves.

The biggest setback for Zemo isn't his skill, or even looking silly in the costume (though I personally think he'd absolutely kill the look)

No, his issue would lay with his ego, because Zemo, even if he thought the whole thing was the stupidest idea he'd ever heard, would need to feel like he was the best.

Just like Niki, he'd get bitter when he realized the attention was going towards someone else.

So, inevitably, he would team up with Niki to do whatever it took to distract the audience and win back the eye of the watchers.

Nobody likes that asshole, so he doesn't to be on top; sorry Zemo.

Also, just for funsies, Bucky and Sam absolutely would come, and they absolutely would make fun of him for it forever as he defended it as an "expression of his inner youth and freedom"

And, Number One: Alex Kerner (Goodbye, Lenin!)

Now, this may come out of left field, but hear me out.

Alex is young and attractive, so he's already got that going for him.

He's also a laborer (he installs satellites) so he would probably be able to keep up with the physical aspects that would be required.

The biggest thing that would make him the most charming and adorable one up there, though, is that he would be doing it all to see little Paula smiling up at him from the audience.

So, even if he thought that whole thing was stupid, he'd put his heart into it.

That combined with his other traits would be enough to win over everybody who saw him as a shining diamond in the rough.

Also, come on, just imagine Alex in one of those wetsuits. He would be too hot for his own good.

Zemo and Niki would totally try to steal the spotlight, but Alex would just be so endearing that nobody would take the bait.

Basically, I wanna give Alex a big smooch after frothing at the mouth as I watch him do high kicks in those stupid flippers

BONUS ROUND

Young Daniel Bruhl would be the one actually playing Sky, because he's the leading man of the bunch.

He'd probably get all shy about the vocal aspect of it.

He would kill it though, no matter how humble he acted about the whole thing.

His costume would be a little different, just swim trunks and the flippers, but he would still rock it and have everybody drooling because duh.

Nobody would be paying attention to him for most of it though.

Because let's be honest, Daniel is wonderful, but the fools doing his backup dancing would be causing enough chaos that people couldn't help but be distracted.

[italianraviolos]

MEN I'D LIKE TO RAIL ME, HOW AND WHY

THIS TIME I'M GOING TO CONCENTRATE ON THE ONE AND ONLY DOGGY STYLE

SMUT CONTENT DOWN BELOW

WARNING: I know you underage people read it anyway, because so did I, BUT please be careful, always do it with protection and with consent (this is also for overaged people) this is fiction, just a thought of mine, don't take it seriously.

1) JAVIER PEÑA

BIG DICK ENERGY

For who has seen Narcos, I know for sure there's no need for an explanation.

He has the perfect dose of roughness, just perfect to rail but not to damage.

He's a ball of sexiness and anger, just a memorable fuck.

Also he doesn't look like he would break but he definitely would break you.

2) HELMUT ZEMO

DILF ENERGY (I know I hit a nerve, but...)

BIG DICK ENERGY

Again on that list we find our favourite Baron.

This man would be intimate beyond any level, BUT, before arriving to the intimate level, he would definitely have to pass through some mindless fuck.

THAT MINDLESS FUCK IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

He has all sort of anger and steam to blow off, and he would definitely use sex to relax, that being said, it would be a nice and rough fuck.

He would definitely break me in the most pleasurable ways.

3) SANTIAGO "POPE" GARCIA

BIG DICK ENERGY

This man exudes energy from every pore.

I think he would be down for a mindless and fun fuck.

I get this fun vibe, like, he would flirt with you at the bar and then offer to bring you home and start the fun.

I believe he wouldn't be the roughest on the list, he just would be really energetic.

Definitely good aftercare.

4) DR. LEONARD McCOY (BONES)

Well...

I don't know, it may be the fact that he's played by Karl Urban, that definitely has something to do with it.

Anyways, let's picture this: on a journey around the galaxy, nothing to do but work, you have to find a way to relax.

He would be one to fuck you on his desk (that was what I was looking for).

He would know all the spots to hit, since I believe that being a doctor in that time in the future would imply knowing more of the female anatomy.

Just as pope, fun vibes.

Doesn't have anger to erase, he just wants to have a good time.

5) MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER

(of course for privacy I can't put a picture)

I can assure you he has BIG DICK ENERGY

CERTIFIED DILF

I have a male best friend, and for a long time, people thought I liked him, I actually like his father.

Believe me, he's fine as fuck.

He reminds to Mads Mikkelsen physically speaking.

He's tall and he does cycling, so, strong legs...

DAD BOD

He wouldn't definitely break.

Bonus point. He chops woods.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk lovies

[mcbiteypantspresents]

Bringing you more young Zemo headcanon...

[writteninsaturn]

as someone who is overweight, i really appreciate explicit mention of weight and chubbiness. some stuff you mentioned are shit i faced, people giving looks, random strangers making comment about my weight directly. so reading this piece was very endearing and special to me. thank you dearly and welcome back to writing

Sebastian Zöllner headcanons with soft and chubby reader...?

(Also the dirty stuff if you like, but much fluff, cause I'm sick and I need to read about the boi 😭)

First of all get well soon! And I hope this will ease a bit your sickness. <3 Putting a little space here for the mention of sex ;)

First and foremost, you will start with being irritated at him. He will break every single space that could be between the two of you, super close chatting, super close hand gesturing, showing you stuff on his phone. Since even before being a thing he would just not support any kind of distance. The excuse of being really close to explain you a painting or something is just pure randomness.

When you finally become a couple he doesn’t have to refrain anymore, the real question would be: did he ever?

He would be all over you, all the time, touchy and feely all day every day, if you have to work away form him he would be extra clingy in the evening.

Lots of squeezes on your butt, both in public spaces and not. He just can’t. You can glare at him, people can call him sexist, but the truest truth is that he just finds you so damn sexy that he can’t really stop himself. He doesn’t mind criticism but he will surely hate if you tell him that it makes you feel less.

He can be extra, but he will always respect your wishes so if it is a no, it is a no. He will whine, that’s for sure. A lot of “buuuuuut” and “babeee” and other whiny nicknames he uses only when you deny him stuff.

He loves your curves, he loves when you dress up for a fancy dinner and he can’t keep, again, his hands off from you, he will keep his arm around you and nuzzle on your side. He turns extremely jealous in those occasions, and he can begin glaring around for free.

If you ever feel insecure about your body, he will be at first very blunt because you’re saying nonsense to him, but when he notices that it really affects you he would go on his knees for you and at any length to give the smile back to your lips.

More than once he will be coming with you when you go for shopping, because for him is like better than going to a striptease show. He will be the one going back and forth with sizes and items. He is an artist at heart, he probably spots things that match with your chosen outfit before you do and has an eye for what suits you. He will be very loud if some jeans or clothing doesn’t suit you well saying at top of his lungs stuff like “Well, to make that part of you unsexy is basically a fashion crime and impossible, they should grant a prize for the idiot that designed it”.

Surely he will sneak inside your changing room trying to sneak a kiss and a touch, sure as hell you will have to stop him because he won’t on his own will.

Yes, you have been gently invited to leave more than one shop.

If you’re sick, he will work from home and just tell the journal he can’t go to the office. He will sit with you and type on his laptop as he looks at you. He will peel apples for you saying how they are full of water and sugar and will help you. He will burn something on the stove more than once, but he will really, as always, give it all.

“When you have fever your lips turn the same colour as cherry” he would say such random cute things you won’t know if to slap him or kiss him.

We all know he is doomed to live between your thighs, he wants to be there, to live there and to taste you. Full stop. He will offer himself at any time of the day and sometimes just get on his knees because he really wants it and he can’t stop himself.

He would groan how he loves it during sex, how he adores your body, your sensual curves, he will be hands all over you all the time and you will have sometimes to calm him down because he will squeeze you so hard that it gets painful. He will apologise after sex, but in the moment he is so into it, he just can’t control himself and his grabby hands.

Yes, you will get little bruises of his fingertips and he won't be able to hide the little smirk of satisfaction when he sees them.

Demands and obtains hugs, he will always hug you. More than kissing he will be always for the body feeling, he will hold you while you do mundane things and nuzzle against you.

Calling you so many nicknames that you can’t even keep up with the latest one.

If ever in your life somebody body shames you in front of him he would walk straight in the face of the stranger, it can be a man, woman, old person, it doesn’t matter, he will snap his head on their nose breaking it or seriously injuring them after a long staring competition. Completely random as him, he has no mid way to do things.

He would want you to sleep naked with him, he would wish to feel you and be close to you. He would wake you up in the middle of the night to make sure you know that he loves you.

Yes, that’s how he will tell you the first time, he probably had a nightmare and he needed to make sure you know just in case you don’t know already.

He texts you a lot if he can’t be with you, lots of emoji and dirty sexting, lots of memes and ugly selfies. He will surely ask for nudes.

When you’re far from him in a room, you can just look around only to find him staring at you with a happy foolish smile and give you a little scrunchy nose smile or lift his glass at you if he is holding one.

[hansensgirl]

music to watch you to.

summary. | He likes you a lot, so he’s putting on his music to watch his little girl to.

warnings. | smut, stepdad trope, penetration, masturbation (f/m), choking, voyeurism, perversion, watching porn, come marking, breeding kink, Daddy kink, dirty talk, praise, degradation, humiliation, spitting, fishnet kink, begging, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. | 5.4k

pairings. | Step Father!Helmut Zemo x Reader.

a/n. | happy early birthday @bvckyswildflower!! i love you so much, thank you so much for everything and for being such an amazing friend! you’re so strong, you deserve the world. ilysm, happy early birthday! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.

A specific buzz runs through your veins. Your head throbs immensely, and you walk with tiredness taking over your body. Your high heels swing in your hands, and your phone dies at the same time too. The ache in your back feels as though with one good stretch, it’ll go away, but that’s far from the truth. Your makeup is messed up, and what’s left of it stains your face. You’re lucky you made it out without a horrible stomach ache. You take your alcohol well but not well enough to leave you unscathed.

You almost feel bad for leaving so early, but you just couldn’t spend a second there any longer. As soon as you stepped foot into your old friend’s house, you knew you’d regret it. And you do. You’re still not sure whether the slight sickness inside you is from the alcohol or the shame. Why you ever agreed to go out just a few days after the breakup is beyond you. Familiar faces of people you haven’t seen in years filled the room, and you dread the questions they’ve asked you.

How was university? Did you and your boyfriend get engaged? What happened to you? Are you staying here? Did you graduate?

Your answers disappoint them, and you could see the faux pity written all over them. They turn away, make a mocking face to their friends, and then turn back to you as if they don’t see you as lower than them. Someone who’ll never get anywhere in life, who’ll be stuck in this city while everyone else moves away. It’s what they’ve been whispering about you. They don’t take your return lightly, and you don’t take their words with a grain of salt.

So that’s why you are strolling throughout your home, dragging your feet behind you. There are small noises in the kitchen, but you’re too out of it to genuinely care. You wish for someone who cares. Someone who could hold you tight throughout the dark times, just like he-who-shall-no-longer-be-named would for a split second. You want reassurance; you want love. But you don’t know who to turn to for it except for yourself.

You’d kill for some comfort from your mother, but she’s already taken her sleeping pills, and you don’t have the energy to walk across the house just for a hug and a ‘toughen up, kiddo’ from her. Your stepfather, on the other hand… He’s much better at comfort. Though he isn’t as in touch with his emotions (ignorance is bliss), he knows how weak minds tend to be. Best with his words, you can’t stand to sit down and have a conversation about how the only thing in life that brings you happiness is something you can’t possibly make a career out of. So you’d instead take his awkward pat on the back and half-hug over his overly-detailed psychoanalysis.

But you don’t want to bother him either, so you suck it up and lock yourself in your room. Your heels are strewn onto the floor, and your phone is slammed onto the bedside table. You’ll charge it later. You throw yourself onto your bed, not caring that you’ve just given yourself an unwanted headache that won’t go away until you take some medicine. The dizziness soon parts ways from your head, and you sigh.

You tend to enjoy a good party every now and then, but you’d much rather have a party all by your lonesome.

You fiddle with your fingers mindlessly. A small habit you’ve developed since you were a kid, and your mother would soon learn that it’s your form of bouncing your leg up and down. You always have your own twist on familiar things, such as coping mechanisms and Pinterest baking recipes. Your nail stops at a piece of broken skin, and you’re not sure why it’s there. Perhaps you cut yourself while cooking, or maybe while trying to look for an appropriate outfit. You’re such a clutz, always getting hurt yet never knowing how your injuries have formed.

You want to pick at it so badly, but you remember that you always regret it when you’d look at your finger just to find some blood. So you leave it alone, and in the same manner; you want all the horrible people who aren’t you to leave you alone—everyone except for him. You stare up at the ceiling and let your hands fall to your sides, and your eyes flutter shut. You have no intent to sleep as your tiredness has left you the moment you stepped foot into your small room.

Your bed sheets feel lovely against your skin. You want to lay there forever and ever and never let go of the feeling. It’s rare to have this feeling when in bed, especially during the summer. It’s like finding money on the ground or getting a good grade on an assignment you were worried about. You turn on your stomach with a heavy sigh, worried that you’ll stain the fabric beneath you with your makeup. So you simply just rest your head against your arms. You gaze off to the side, and you think about him. It’s so wrong, and you really shouldn’t.

But you do it anyway.

The first time you met him was a year ago. You weren’t overly ecstatic about having a stepfather, but you warmed up to the idea just for the sake of your mother. She was never that happy since before your father passed away. Your house was so dull, except for the times when your relatives would visit, or your friends would come over. But even they would grow distant from you, and you’d eventually have to stick to seeing your them only at school and birthday parties.

It took you a while to get used to him. Your interactions were always either because of your mother or by accident. Like the one time, your mother forced you to hug him, and you felt his hard cock pressed against your body. Or the other time, when he bumped into you and accidentally spilled water all over both of your white shirts. He got a nice view of your tits, and you got a pleasant sight of his body.

A softly toned stomach along with a bit of chest hair that you’d love to tangle your fingers between, with numerous freckles that remind you of stars in the night sky. An Adonis line runs down to his groin, and God, you really shouldn’t be thinking of your stepfather this way. You can’t help it, though, especially not when he looks like a real-life reincarnation of a Greek God.

You don’t realize the hands that trail along your body until you feel goosebumps beginning to rise. Your red painted nails dance along your skin, and a lovely chill runs down your spine. You let out a shaky breath as your core pools with wetness, soaking your leggings. Now, the cloth doesn’t have anything special to it. It’s cheap and old, from when you just turned eighteen. And it’s the pair that you’ve always managed to soak while thinking about him.

You still wear that cheap dress of yours. You’ve stitched it up, God knows how many times, and yet it never is perfect. It’s silk, cheap silk. You easily could buy another one, heck, even a much better one. But you choose not to because there’s just something about it that makes you want to keep it. ...Oh, right. It’s Helmut’s favourite.

It’s like the conversation happened a few minutes ago when really it was three years ago, a year after they had gotten married.

You're waiting for your mother to finish getting ready for a family dinner, so you lounge around the living room. He comes sauntering in, his tie loose and his hair a mess. You try to avoid jumping to conclusions, but you know exactly what happened. Small talk is never your thing, and it isn’t for him either, but you go with it just to ease the awkwardness.

“Nice dress, you look amazing in it,” he tells you as he ties the black cloth around his neck. “T- Thank you,” you smile at him before looking back down to your phone. Your photos app and settings app aren’t as excellent as he is, but they’ll make do just to keep you occupied. “You should wear it more often.”

Your finger trails along your top lip gently, a feather-light touch that you’ve learned to master years ago. You’re like a light breeze in the hot summer rain against your skin. More wetness drools out of you, and you just wonder how he manages to have this effect on you even though you’ve both barely ever spoken to one another. From your lips, you trail your fingers down to your neck.

Your other hand grips the cloth of the dress right below your decolletage and right above your breasts. Your toes curl, and you spread your legs apart slightly. Your fingers trail to your shoulders, and you push down the thin straps of your dress. You sit up on your knees and slowly pull the dress over your head, letting the rose gold fabric softly brush over your skin and fall next to you.

You push it off the bed and let it find a temporary home on the ground beside the bed. You’re left in a strapless bra and your fishnet leggings. They’re your absolute favourite, and you always get excited whenever the occasion to pull them out comes up. Once again, there’s nothing too special about it. It’s just that the hole-filled accessory never fails to make you feel beautiful.

You unclasp your bra slowly and drag your nails along your back as you do so. Your head involuntarily rolls backwards at the feeling. “Fuck,” you whisper under your breath. The bra lands on your dress, and your hands slowly crawl down to the waist of the leggings. They move over your soft thighs, and your breathing hitches. You get closer and closer to your sticky inner thighs, right to where your sopping pussy is.

Your eyes flutter shut once again, but you quickly open them up when you remember that your laptop is fully charged. Though the gadget was bought explicitly for essential uses, you just can’t help loading up a specific site that never fails to make you drop your panties. The little devil on your shoulder outshines the angel, and you find yourself grabbing the device and placing it in front of you. It powers up quicker than ever, and you’re smiling with glee and mischief.

You type the first letter of the website into your search bar, and it immediately pops up, making you giggle. You drag your bottom lips between your teeth, biting down on it lightly, and you search for your favourite video. The one that you always watch whenever you think about him. The one that never fails to turn you on beyond belief.

Stepdad fucks his stepdaughter after catching her masturbating.

The title itself makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. A few frames from the video tease you with what’s coming, and excitement runs through your veins. Your drunken haze from the few shots of vodka you took down the hatch no longer exists, and now you’re drunk on arousal. You press play and sit back against the numerous mismatched pillows you own.

It’s your makeshift throne, and you’ll do anything you desire in it. You place your hands on the back of your thighs gently, splaying them against the skin and muscle as you always do. Your wetness makes your pussy glisten like the shiny clandestine jewel it is. The juxtaposing classical music in the introduction reminds you that you aren’t home alone and that someone can hear you.

And by someone, you immediately think of Helmut.

Your heart clamours at the thought of him learning as to what you’re watching. Would he yell? Would he leave? Would he kick you out? ...Would he help you out? Each scenario has you shivering, and yet you decide to open up another tab. The grey, white and red screen of YouTube pops up, and you click the first song shown in your recommendation.

The soft, melodious voice of Lana Del Rey echoes from your computer, and you double-click the music video, putting it on loop. The song blares throughout your room, and you switch back to your intended tab. The video has already gotten to the best part. The woman is wearing nothing except for a sly smirk as the older man––her ‘stepfather’––slowly undresses.

Now, he looks nothing like Helmut, and you know that nobody can compare. But you can’t help but close your eyes and picture him. The stubble beard of his that you’d love to feel between your thighs. Those big, veiny hands that would look so lovely gripping your hips. A lightly sculpted body that would perfectly hover over yours as he plows into you. God, you have it bad for him.

The video’s dialogue doesn’t matter to you because you’ve already got your own script written. You trail your dominant hand to your pussy, while your other hand remains at your thigh. Your inner thighs are sticky with your wetness, and you can just imagine what Helmut would think. “Such a desperate little girl, you’re so wet. Is it all because of me?”

It’s almost as if you can hear him.

Coffee is like a drug, which is why Helmut has stopped drinking it. Tea, on the other hand, is much more soothing. The way the hot liquid tastes on Helmut’s tongue reminds him of the days in college where he would catch a slight fever. He’d call his father for overnight remedies, and he’d always have to instruct him how to make the tea over the phone.

Through his obliviousness, he never knew that black tea has as much caffeine as your average cup of coffee. So that’s why he’s mindlessly exploring his home at half-past-ten. Helmut has wandered around in the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms and even the bathrooms. He’d take one or two of his wife’s sleeping pills, but they’re prescribed, and she’ll get mad. He doesn’t like it when anyone gets mad at him.

Boredom is always a good cure for restlessness. And nothing bores Helmut more than a textbook. Long hours of studying flash into his mind, and he would hate to be a student in this day and age. Gosh, he sounds so old. He knows you have some textbooks still lying in your room, ones that you promised to donate but have kept on your desk since. He’s tried to be understanding in your dropping out, but you’re hard to read.

So he walks up the carpeted stairs that he has nearly fallen down on one too many times. With a sharp exhale, he slowly approaches your room. He recognizes that music all too well. When you’re in the shower, you tend to belt out Lana’s songs while scrubbing that beautiful body of yours. He wants to deny it, and he knows that if he were to be put on the stand, he wouldn’t be able to lie about it.

He’s watched you do so many intimate things in your room. The memories can never leave his mind, and he feels so guilty about it, but he just can’t help but fantasize about you. Sitting on that bed, your hands between your thighs, begging him to come fuck you. Blood rushes down his cock, and he shakes his head in disappointment. “I’m such a fucking pervert, God,” he mumbles under his breath, rounding the corner.

The music gets louder, and though he usually isn’t into the songs you play, he can’t stop the slight skip in his steps. He hums along to the words, and Helmut notices the way your door is a bit ajar. He wonders if you’ve passed out and forgotten to turn off your lights and the computer, only because he knows how much you hate having your door open even by the slightest crease.

He peaks in, and you shock him.

Your back arches off the pillows a bit. The hand against your thigh now grips one of your tits, and your legs are spread out wide. Your heart clamours in your chest as you slowly rub your swollen clit, watching the video attentively. The petite pornstar is plowed into by her co-star, and you can just imagine how nice it would be to have Helmut throw you around like you’re nothing.

“Oh, Helmut…” you moan, pressing down a bit harder on your nub. Helmut’s eyes nearly fall out of his skull, and he just can’t believe his ears. He watches your hips buck against your fingers, and a bead of sweat runs down the side of your neck. You pant like a bitch in heat, and blood rushes both to his face as well as his cock. You touch yourself over your leggings, and Helmut wants nothing more than to fuck you silly while you wear them.

He slowly and gently opens up your door a bit farther, peeping his head inside just to get a better view of you. There is not one voice in his mind calling out to him, saying that he shouldn’t be doing this and should just go to his room. So he just has to assume that everything is okay. “Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” you whisper under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

You speed up the ministrations on your clit, and you watch the screen as the stepdaughter matches your expression of euphoria. Her eyes roll back into her skull, and yours do the same. As her jaw falls slack, your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape that resembles hers. The man fucks her even harder, urging her to come all over his cock, and you want Helmut to do the same to you. Pressure shoots through your abdomen, and you’re so tempted to let out a loud moan.

But the hand that clamps down on your mouth stops you. You let out a squeal out of shock, only to look up and find Helmut staring at you with a dark look in his eyes. A pure, almost childlike terror claims your face, but you soon relax into him. The blue of his orbs are blown out with lust, and you want death right here, right now.  “Shh, don’t stop, little girl, let me see you come undone,” he husks, and you nod your head.

“Go on, show Daddy how much of a whore you can be,” he urges, and your eyes fall to his crotch. You can see the outline of his thick cock through his thin shorts. You imagine it stretching you out, dragging against your sensitive walls while his pelvis grinds against your clit. Soaking him in your juices while telling you how much of a slut you are as if you don’t already know.

You rub your little nub even faster now, and you watch Helmut as he pushes his hand inside his drawers. He wraps his hand around his cock, desperate for some sort of release. His other hand moves from your mouth, and he uses it to push down his shorts and boxers. You don’t even have the energy to look at him and his pretty cock, because you’re too focused on coming for him.

He stands right next to your laptop, and you can feel his eyes on you as he switches between watching your pretty face and staring at your dripping pussy. Your legs twitch, and your chest rises and falls as you begin to feel that fire in your core ignite. Precum drips from Helmut’s slit, beads of it rolling down the side of his cock and staining his hand. His fist pumps furiously over his cock––from base to tip––over and over again.

He lets out low, deep grunts and moans as he feels himself nearing the edge already. “God, you’re such a fucking slut; wanting to get fucked by your Stepfather. I bet those young boys don’t know how to fuck you good, right? Yeah, I bet while they were fucking you, you were thinking of me filling up that pussy with my cum,” he growls, and you nod your head.

Every single word of his is absolutely true, and you wonder if it’s been written all over your face for those years you’ve known him.

“Oh, are you gonna come, baby? So quickly? You really are desperate, aren’t you? Већ постајеш глуп? Боже, само сачекај док те не натакнем на пенис,” he growls, quickening his movements on his cock. You have no idea what he’s saying, but his tone of voice is enough to push you over the edge. The dam breaks, and in comes the flood. With a loud moan, you come undone as the girl in the video hits her climax as well. You moan loudly, but the music covers your loud sounds up.

Your back arches off the bed, and wetness drools out of you. Your chest rises and falls as tingles fill your entire body from pleasure. You continue to rub your clit––softly, though. Your legs twitch, and you just can’t handle anything more, even though you’re still needy and desperate to get off again and again. Your digits move downwards, and they pick up some of your slick. You stare him dead in the eyes as you bring said fingers all the way up to your lips.

You push them past your oh-so kissable lips, and the slightly bitter yet sweet taste of yourself fills your mouth. Your tongue swirls around your fingers, lapping and licking up every bit of yourself. And you do it all while Helmut watches you. You smile around them, trying your best to hide the brattiness beneath your exterior. But he sees straight through it. Blood rushing down to his cock again, and he can’t believe how much of a whore you are.

“Fuck, you taste good, don’t you, baby? Вероватно слатко попут слаткиша,” he moans, fucking his hand even faster now. He usually has better stamina, but there’s just something about you that’s changing it all. “I’m gonna come all over you, coat you with my seed so that you’ll remember that you belong to me. Nobody else’s slut, only mine,” Helmut snarls.

“Please, Daddy? Please give me your cum; I want it all over me. Please? I need it so badly, please give me your cum,” you beg him sweetly, and that just does it for him. He’s a goner. His balls tighten up, and he aims his cock towards your pussy. Groaning, he hits his climax. White streaks of hot cum spurt out from his raging tip, landing onto your cunt, and you gasp loudly. You let out soft whimpers, and Helmut lets out soft groans.

His cum mixes with the mess that is your pussy, and you open your legs even wider for him. Ropes of his seed hit your clit, your inner thigh, right near your hole––practically everywhere. “Fuck,” he moans, admiring the painted masterpiece between your legs. It’s so debauched, so wrong to do, but you both love it so much. “Your pussy is even prettier now, baby,” he smirks, dropping his hand that was on his cock to his sides. You stare up at him with a mischievous smirk on your face.

“You still aren’t satisfied, are you? You’re such a whore. I bet if it were possible, you’d get fucked every second of the day. You just can’t get enough of being treated like a slut, I know you can’t, мала беба,” Helmut growls, and you whimper. The idea is simply wonderful, and you realize that he’s not wrong at all. He swiftly pulls his shirt over his head, and you ogle his body. You never really did fancy those overly ripped men growing up.

Maybe it was just the content you consumed when you were younger. His stomach is soft, and you’d love to have your nose against it while his cock is in your throat. His chest is just perfect for you to dig your nails in when you ride his cock. He’s perfect. Helmut smirks down at you––all morals out the window––and he climbs on top of your body. He rests his hands on your waist, right where the band of your leggings is.

At first, you think he’s truly the gentleman he is. You think he’s going to pull your fishnets down, and you think he’s going to be gentle with you. But you’re wrong. His broad hands move to the centre of your core, and he slots his fingers between the spaces of the tights. Suddenly, he rips them apart loudly, and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. The sound is quite loud, but your music is louder. You’re sure the video has finished playing, but you don’t care about that.

You only care about him.

He continues to tear the cheap fabric away from your skin, leaving you with nothing on. You admire the tiny bit of strength he puts into the action, almost as if stripping you bare doesn’t matter much to him. Helmut throws the two pieces of what was once your favourite pair of leggings behind him, somewhere near the laptop. He grips your thighs and drags you closer to him until his cock is touching your messy pussy.

You watch him through his every movement. “Such a pretty pussy. I can’t wait to ruin it, baby,” he smiles at you, bringing his index finger to your sensitive folds. You’re so wet, soaking the bed sheets beneath you, and there’s no doubt you’ll do the same to his cock. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me, I’ll be so good for you!” you plead to him, hooking your arms under your knees.

“Боже мој…” Helmut breathlessly mutters, looking at the way your eyes have been glazed over. He pulls his hand away from your pussy, unsure as to whether or not he wants to fuck you into oblivion right here, right now, or to tease you until you’re sobbing and writhing. “Please, please, please, Daddy! Please fuck me, I need your cock so badly, please-” you continue to beg until a hand around your throat shuts you up.

Helmut leans over your body even more now, squeezing the sides of your neck until dark stars taint your vision. “That’s all you know how to do; beg for cock and be desperate. Right? Пошто сте тако лепо питали, ваљда ћу се појебати ти. But don’t expect me to go easy on you. I’ll only stop when I think I should stop,” he smirks, and you moan softly. Nodding your head excitedly, you go to beg once more just for added measure.

As soon as you open your mouth, you’re taken aback. Helmut’s face hovers over yours, and his lips are puckered up. Suddenly, he spits into your slack jaw, and it lands directly on your tongue. “Swallow it, now,” he orders, and you do exactly that. His blown-out eyes stare into yours for a few seconds, and your heart is beating out of your chest. More wetness drools out of your hole, and Helmut’s cock is still hard.

You then feel the blunt tip of his big cock poking at your tight entrance. Your breathing hitches as he slowly pushes his, sheathing his entire length inside of you. The stretch is so painful as he splits you into two. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good for Daddy,” he tells you, his accent becoming more prominent than you’ve ever noticed. He eventually bottoms out, and you’re fighting so hard to not let out a loud moan that even Lana Del Rey can’t save you from.

“Проклетство, твоја маца је тако уска, just gripping me so tight I can barely move,” Helmut groans. His balls sit against your ass, and you slowly get used to the painful stretch. It turns pleasurable, and you find yourself wanting him to move already. You clench down on him, urging him to start fucking you. But he just shakes his head, not giving in to your Bambi eyes and pathetic pleas. “Feel how deep I’m inside of you, baby? Yeah, isn’t that what you wanted?” he questions, and you nod your head.

The song starts up again for the nth time that night. “Тако добро ћу те јебати, душо. Gonna let your stepdad fuck you, baby?” he questions once more, waiting for your answer. “Mhm, fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me,” you tell him, and he lets out a soft chuckle. Slowly, he drags his cock out of your wet pussy. He watches where you’re both connected, staring at the way you have him shining and glistening. You moan softly as he leaves just the tip of his cock inside you before thrusting back into you harshly.

Helmut fucks you roughly and quickly, desperate to bring you both to your climaxes. His hand grips your throat roughly, and his other hand grabs your waist tightly. “Fuck, Daddy,” you choke out, not expecting him to be so aggressive. “Принцезо, you look so pretty with my cock inside you. I love how stupid you look,” he groans. “Harder, daddy, please, I wanna come for you,” you plead to him. “Such a brat, am I not fucking you hard enough? God, you’re such a whore. You’re gonna be sorry you asked me that,” Helmut warns.

He slows down his pace, but he fucks you even harder. Each thrust sends butterflies throughout your body, and every now and then, he hits your sweet spot. You sing sweet sounds like a hummingbird, all for him. His balls slap against your ass, and his groin rubs against your swollen clit a few times. “Daddy, you feel so good inside me. I love your cock so much…” you whisper to him, gripping the sheets next to you. They’re not soaked, but they may rip by the time he’s done with you.

“I know you do, slut; I know you love my cock. That’s why you’re taking it so well, just like the good girl you are,�� Helmut tells you after one particularly harsh thrust. You begin to feel that coil inside you tighten up, ready to snap any moment now. But this time, it’s stronger, and you need to come so badly. “Daddy… I’m gonna come,” you warm him, squeezing your eyes shut as pressure starts to build. “Јебати, yeah, I can feel it, baby. I’m gonna come to, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans softly.

You whimper at his words, wanting him to come inside you so badly. “Make you all swollen with my kid, never gonna let you go empty- Fuck.” You both begin to moan louder and louder, and you’re the first to let go. Dizziness sways you as your back arches off your bed. Your eyes roll back, and you moan to him. “Daddy!” you cry out, your heart clamouring in your chest. Your pussy clamps down on Helmut’s cock tightly as you come around him. Wetness coats his cock, and you can barely catch your breath.

“Daddy…” you moan once more, and he just can’t hold back anymore. His thrusts become sloppy, and his balls tighten up as he comes. Ribbons of cum painting your inner walls, and he fills you up to the brim, just like he promised. The hands that are on you loosen up a bit, and you moan at the feeling of his cum inside of you. “Јебени пакао,” he groans above you. You look at him carefully. He’s slick with sweat and slightly red, and you giggle. “What?” he asks, more confused than ever. “Nothing, Daddy,” you whisper.

“Nice music, by the way,” Helmut compliments, leaning over you. In perfect timing, your computer falls asleep. Lana Del Rey’s voice no longer fills the room; and instead, it’s your shallow pants. He slowly pulls out of you, and you both whimper. Your poor pussy has been abused beyond belief. Cum leaks out of you and mixes with the other fluids that cover you. He leans backwards and presses the space bar, and the song starts up again. “How about you put on a show for me now, моја мала девојчица?” he proposes.

He likes you a lot, so he’s putting on his music to watch his little girl to.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Valentine’s Day w/ Helmut Zemo 💍 | Marvel HC

Link to my Marvel masterlist

Slight references to nsfw content

Valentine’s Day with Baron Zemo would include:

This man is rich as fuck so you will be bombarded with gifts. Cartier? Got you everything from their latest collection. Tiffany’s? Blue boxes everywhere. And Zemos bank account barely deducts with the amount he has. The fact it’s Valentine’s Day gives him the excuse to spoil you—plus lets be honest, gift giving is his love language.

“Helmut, I told you to not spend so much money this year—a card would’ve been enough.” “This is my way of showing you how much I love you, liebling.”

Material things are nice and all, but you love the small moments. Like how Zemo brought you cherry blossom tea the moment you awoke and gave you a cute card telling you how much he loved you and was lucky to have you in his life. You immediately placed the card on your nightstand next to his picture so you could look at it before you went to bed that night.

He’s a devoted lover, you are well aware of this—so it isn’t a surprise when a box containing a certain garment was placed on your bed with a note reading, “for when the night calls for its end. ♥️”

You were in for a treat.

Forehead and cheek kisses are absolute—soft but affectionate that leave your heart fluttering with butterflies. Of course he gave you some smooches on the lips, which combined with his lust filled eyes made you nervous with what he had planned that night.

Zemo didn’t expect anything from you as a gift—honestly telling you to not bother because your company was all he needed. But you were stubborn and felt he needed to be spoiled as well, so you got him some flowers—which surprised him while making his heart melt—and a limited edition copy of his favorite book.

“Thank you my love, this is so thoughtful of you and I will cherish it forever.”

During the day you two decided to make lunch—well Zemo made it and you were the taste tester—while watching some movie you honestly barely paid attention too because neither of you could keep your eyes off each other. “I thought we were supposed to be watching the movie, Helmut.” “Why I would I watch this when you are far more interesting to look at.”

At one point Zemo turned the movie off and pulled you from the couch to dance to some music he played. It was a random playlist with old songs including ‘Be My Baby’ and ‘Moon River’. You two spun around whenever the song was upbeat, giggling like crazy—and swayed close in each others arms during the slow songs.

Zemo took you out to a nice dinner at a five star restaurant—his eyes widening at how glorious you looked dressed to the nines. You looked like you belonged on a throne. “My darling, you look marvelous.” “Thanks, handsome. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

After the delicious meal you headed back home to finish the evening. You two split a bottle of very expensive champagne—curtesy of Zemo—and toasted to another year together. You could see the look in Zemos eyes—like he was devouring you right then and there, the action making your heart skip.

And you were so ready to call it a night.

“Are you wearing what I bought for you, draga?” “Why don’t we head to the bedroom so you can find out for yourself, Baron.”

[violetmuses]

Could you imagine if Monica Bellucci played MCU Heike?! 🖤🔥

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

MARVEL HEADCANON

Zemo met his wife when he ran EKO Scorpion; she had been chosen to be his second in command. She left the army when she got pregnant with his child.

[joyfulinternettraitor]

Is... Is He Wearing Slip-On Vans??? 👀

[lost-in-sokovia]

beautiful niki

okay i had to write this because i hate that stupid reporter in the press conference scene because baby boy is still so handsome and still deserves all the love in the world even post-crash🥺

tw: angst, discussion of niki’s crash, sadness, fluff, not exactly smut but also implications of smut

you stood in the back by the door, behind the flood of reporters who stood attentively and eagerly with their cameras, microphones, and note-taking materials.

cameras flashed in the room only lit by a warm glow from the sun. the atmosphere of the room was relatively calm, but your nerves were as active as ever. niki and the rest of the ferrari team sat up on the table as cameras flashed and light chatter took place. you met niki’s dark eyes for a moment, and he nodded gently at you before looking back among the crowd. you exhaled quietly, nervous for what questions niki would be faced with. he had promised he wasn’t stressed nor concerned about anything, but the tabloids had little filter and would ask anything they felt would get a read. you were worried about niki’s feelings, believe it or not. you knew how he felt about this new change.

the room quieted as the press conference commenced and you straightened up, your eyes completely focused on your husband.

“how are you feeling, niki?” a reporter piped up softly. that’s a good question, that’s a kind start, you thought.

“fine,” your husband answered simply, as if it was no big deal.

“niki,” another reporter stood up. “can you confirm to us exactly which procedures you’ve had, and the expectations for your recovery?” he asked. wow, okay.

“sure. i had a skin graft operation, where they put half of my right thigh in my face,” niki began. he glanced down and took a deep breath, and you frowned slightly. “now, it doesn’t look too good,” he continued. “but one unexpected advantage is it’s impossible to perspire through a skin graft, so sweat will never run into my eyes again. which is good, for a driver,” he finished on a light note. the crowd laughed and you chuckled quietly, appreciating the positive response. your heart warmed and you began to loosen up, not as worried about the reporters anymore.

you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to find james hunt standing behind you. he gave you a small smile and you returned it. you weren’t quite sure why james was here, considering how niki felt about him at the moment. still, you appreciated the gesture because you knew deep down that james was a good man, always willing to support his fellow drivers.

more discussion of ferrari’s replacement for niki took place, along with questions about niki’s position versus james. there was more amusement erupting from the reporters and you exhaled as quietly as you could, leaning once again against the doorway and admiring niki among his team.

“what did your wife say, when she saw your face?”

your breath hitched in your throat for a moment. just when you thought you could relax, your heart rate picked up once again. you hadn’t said anything bad, no, but what an awful question to ask someone. your worried eyes looked to niki, anxiously awaiting how he would decide to address this comment.

niki sucked on his teeth for a moment and looked down. the anxiety in you rose more and more; things had been going so well, oh please niki don’t let this bastard get you down, screw this guy niki…

niki took a deep breath. “she said, uh, ‘sweetie, you don’t need a face to drive, you just need a right foot.’” he quoted. there were more chuckles and niki managed a smile and a nod before looking back down. you scoffed; yeah, you did say that, and you were so proud of niki in that moment for handling that potentially harsh comment the way he did.

but that reporter wasn’t done.

“i’m being serious,” the reporter piped back up again with a salty tone. niki looked back up as he breathed softly, a hint of nervousness in his expression. your eyes narrowed in absolute annoyance and you stood up straight. “do you really think your marriage can survive, with the way you look now?”

you gasped slightly and tears began to form in your eyes. anger boiled inside of you as you breathed heavily. niki stared at the man for a moment, apparent that he had hit a nerve. niki leaned forward into the mic with a scowl.

“and i’m being serious, too,” his agitated voice rang out. “fuck you. press conference over.” he ripped his mic off and began storming off stage as cameras flashed and people began muttering. you watched your husband walk away and panic filled within you. you hurriedly began to make your way through the gossiping crowd, ignoring anything they had to say.

“excuse me, excuse me,” you muttered as you quickly pushed your way through the flood, eager to catch up to niki. you began to run as soon as you were out of the crowd and pushed through the same swinging doors that he had.

he wasn’t that far ahead of you and you ran up to him, placing your hands on his shoulder and chest trying to get him to slow down and stop.

“niki, niki,” you pleaded breathlessly. his honey eyes were narrow and his mouth was pressed into a heavy frown, but he kept walking as if you weren’t there. “baby, don’t listen to that asshole, he’s a complete idiot-“

“just stop,” niki finally ordered harshly. he stopped dead in his tracks to lock eyes with you for a moment. one hand on his shoulder and the other trying to hold onto his, his eyes scanned your sorrowful expression and he exhaled. there was pain in his eyes, pain that probably felt even worse than the crash itself. that reporter had struck the one nerve niki had above all; how you felt about him. you were the love of his life, the thing that kept him going and the thing that made him want to keep being safe within his profession. thinking about you made the stone cold niki lauda turn into the smallest, most humble creature in the world. yet with one more look he ripped his hand away from you and continued to storm off.

tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you watched the love of your life storm away, all because some jackass thought it would be fun to comment on the thing niki was most insecure about. you wanted to scream, punch, cry, kick, stomp-

“frau lauda.”

you whipped around and found one of the ferrari members standing nervously in front of you. you wiped your eyes and blinked a few times, trying to cover up any sign of emotion. “i apologize for any distress that comment may have caused towards you or n-“

“it’s fine,” was all you could muster out as you cleared your throat and avoided eye contact. despite your best efforts, tears still brimmed your salty eyes as you thought about how your husband must be feeling. “i-i need to go find niki… we need to go home,” you mumbled before whipping around and hurrying the other way. you bit your lip as your vision blurred, your steps echoing in the quiet room. never were you so flat with the team, but the notion that niki was pissed off and hurt was apparent among everyone.

• • • • •

you and niki had very little interaction for the rest of the day. he mostly secluded himself in your room, and the two of you didn’t really speak when he was present.

you weren’t sure what to do, how to comfort him. you knew that niki was more insecure about his appearance than ever before. no matter how hard you tried, it was almost impossible to convince your stubborn husband that he was still handsome. despite the bandages, burns, and skin graft, he was still your gorgeous, quick-witted, intelligent niki.

the two of you had not been as physically affectionate with each other since the hospital. not only were you scared to hurt him, but you knew he would cold-shoulder any sign of affection because he didn’t believe you weren’t pitying him. he believed you told him you still loved him and wanted to be with him because one, he was your husband and you’re “obligated” to compliment him, and two, maybe you only cared that he was famous. hugs even felt stiff and half-hearted from him, and you had maybe kissed him twice since he was out of the hospital because he would stop you.

later that evening you sighed, looking out the window as you sat on the couch. niki was in your room, no doubt still angry and hurt. you wanted so desperately to let him know he was still attractive to you, still handsome, still the man you fell in love with. all these thoughts still swirled in your head and you reached for any possible answer there was to solving this.

though it may not be ideal, you thought of no other way to do that but go in and talk to him first. trying to kiss him and lead him on might make him feel worse at the moment, you felt maybe you could talk it out with him first. you wanted him to be comfortable, and considering the day he had, this was the best choice.

with a deep breath you got up and slowly made your way to your room.

as you opened the door you found niki sitting on the bed watching a race. he briefly looked over at you to acknowledge your presence before looking back at the tv, the screen casting a blue light in the dimly lit bedroom. his expression was somewhat stiff, knowing you were going to say something to him that he probably did not want to hear.

you frowned and carefully walked over, climbing onto the bed next to him.

“niki,” you began softly. nothing. your eyes grazed over his entire body before landing on the remote near his leg. you grabbed it and shut off the tv, earning a sniff from niki as he looked down and bit his lip. “niki,” you started again. “i want to talk with you about today… please,” you asked. you only asked because you knew this was going to be touchy, and wanted to let him know what your goal was for this interaction.

gaining no response, you took that as a signal okay acceptance and allowance. you swallowed before continuing, what you wanted to say trying to formulate in your brain.

“i-i’m not sure if i’ve conveyed this enough to you lately, and it’s entirely my fault, but i love you,” you continued cautiously. niki blinked and his stoic expression softened. “that reporter today was an absolute douchebag. his questions were completely out of line and he shouldn’t have pushed you today. but aside from that, niki, i cannot stress enough to you how handsome you are,” you expressed. niki’s brown eyes, dark in the dim room, met yours. your expression was pleading, your hand reaching to touch his shoulder.

“and not only that, i am so in love with you, perfect boy. probably even more in love with you than the day we met. you have shown me how strong you are and how persistent you are, and niki i am so incredibly proud of you,” your voice broke. “you may be an absolute asshole sometimes, but god, you never fail to impress me every single day. and so what, you m-may have bandages on your head, a-and burns along your face,” your voice sped up, choked with emotion. “but y-you’re still my niki, my b-beautiful niki lauda whose w-wit, charm, curly hair, and brown eyes i fell in love with,” you cried. you hadn’t meant to cry, but the tears streamed down your face anyway. by now niki was looking at you as you cried, your lips trembling and eyes blinking rapidly. you weren’t expecting him to say anything to you, after all you were trying to apologize to him. his mouth parted as he scanned your face nervously, words trying to tumble out of his mouth.

“schatz,” he breathed, his eyes widening as his eyebrows furrowed with sadness. you let out a small sob and he pulled you close to him, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you. not everyone saw this niki. this niki was vulnerable and caring. this was the real niki who lived below the asshole persona.

“i-i just don’t want you to th-think that i think d-different about you,” you choked. you could feel niki tense beneath you. he felt guilty. he felt so incredibly guilty. he was so caught up in what he thought about himself and what others thought about him, he had forgotten about you.

“it’s my fault,” he mumbled. you sniffed and looked up at him, his eyes staring directly in front of him.

“what?”

“it’s my fault. it’s my shitty attitude, i’m the one who thinks i’m undeserving of this. i’m the one who’s pushing you away any time you try to show your affection. it’s my fault, schatz,” he finished sheepishly. you sniffled, studying him and every little movement he made.

“you are my something to lose. i was grateful to not lose you in life, but i then became concerned about losing you in love.”

and with that you pushed yourself off of him and kissed him. he placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you back intensely as you straddled his lap. he hadn’t kissed you like this in seemingly forever. your hands were on his chest and you pulled away to pepper kisses on his neck, chin, nose, cheeks, and even a few gentle ones on his bandages.

you heard him take a deep inhale and exhale as his arms moved to wrap around your waist. his eyes were closed as he remembered what it felt like to not just be loved, but to feel like he earned it. he had tasted your salty tears on your lips when the two of you had kissed, and a wave of guilt had blown over him. he intended to make sure you knew he loved you as well, and were the only reason he kept going.

“i love you,” he breathed before pulling you back in to kiss your lips. you smiled sadly against his lips and you pulled barely an inch away from his lips, you both breathing heavily. “i’m sorry,” he whispered. he tugged at your t-shirt before you gently pecked his lips, him trying to lean forward and prolong the kiss.

“i love you niki lauda. please let me remind you how it feels to be loved.”

that got way more emotional than i intended but i am not mad🥲 i hope you guys enjoyed my FIRST NIKI FIC because i had such a fun time writing it gdhdhhdjsjd