#daniel bruhl headcanon

[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.

[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 …

[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 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.

[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

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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.

[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.”

[joyfulinternettraitor]

Is... Is He Wearing Slip-On Vans??? 👀

[f1yogurt]

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

Minors DNI 18+ obviously

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

Zemo:

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

Laszlo:

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

Niki:

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

Andrea:

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

Ernst:

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

Alex Garel:

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

Sebastian Zollner:

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

Alex Kerner:

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

David Kern:

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

Konrad Koch:

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

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

[violetmuses]

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

[becca-e-barnes]

would you write a zemo x male reader fic? it could be zemo trying to manipulate a prison guard with sex, but genuinely enjoying the experience more than he thought he would. (only if you feel confortable with it, ofc ^^)

Um yes?? I loved this so much, I honestly feel like there’s nothing Zemo wouldn’t do to get what he wants and he give me huge bottom vibes in this situation.

Full disclosure though, I don’t have a penis so I can only hope this is accurate 🙈 I haven’t added my usual taglist either cause I’m not sure if you guys are interested in male!reader stuff

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Male!Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: You’re a prison guard in the Raft and Zemo suggests a mutually beneficial arrangement

Warnings: Smut, abuse of position, anal sex, anal fingering, spit play, dirty talk, minimal prep tbh

Minors, do not interact

If Helmut Zemo was famous for having one thing, it was a plan. That man was always prepared, and if he wasn’t, it didn’t take him long to come up with something. Even now, locked in the Raft, Zemo had nothing left to do but think. He knew he wouldn’t escape without outside help, that much was clear but what was wrong with ensuring he got a little extra special treatment while he was inside? Even a few extra minutes of hot water in the shower block would be nice, or a new novel to read every now and again. Things that were minor but would improve his quality of life so significantly if he could just find a way to make it work.

And that was how he had come up with his plan, seducing you. He absolutely wasn’t against trading sex for favours and it didn’t hurt that he found you quite easy on the eyes but truthfully, he had never been with another man before, not like that at least. That was irrelevant though, he only had male prison guards tending to him so the option to carry out his plan with a female guard wasn’t even on the table. Not that he even really found that he cared. You were attractive without a doubt, slightly bigger than him and he couldn’t deny that he found the authoritative way in which you carried yourself somewhat sexy.

So that was how it had started, light jokes, building up that friendship, not diving in straight away with suggestions of anything untoward. Discussions about what you did after your shift ended, about your parents, your hobbies and interests, Zemo carefully dropping hints that he had now read the same tattered book fifteen times during his stay here. Planting seeds in your head that there were ways in which you could help him out if you ever felt so inclined.

Of course, you had a feeling from the outset that his intentions were less than proper but it was hard to ignore he was a good looking man. Where was the harm in letting it progress a little further? It was wrong, so wrong but you had to admit, you found yourself stealing little glances at him in the open shower block, rivers of hot water running over his taught body, down his back, over his perky ass, cock jutting out nicely from between his legs. He knew you were watching, almost taking pleasure from your hungry gaze. It surprised him just how often his cock twitched, swelling to half hardness of its own accord when he knew you were watching. He couldn’t help putting on a little show for you, rubbing the soapy bubbles over his firm body for just a while longer than usual, head tilted back under the spray of water, almost pornographic gasps escaping his parted lips when the water began to run cold. He knew exactly what he was doing. And God were you tempted to give in. No one would ever know, you could easily rewrite the footage on the security cameras and edit the time stamps so even if the footage was pulled for some reason, it would only show whatever you wanted it to display. And clearly Zemo would have no objections to keeping any little arrangement private. No one would believe him if he tried to threaten you with exposure, plus he would lose out on the additional perks you were willing to provide.

With everything reasoned out and justified, it was like your mind was made up. You just needed your shifts to rotate onto nights, knowing there were less officers on duty to complicate matters. In the meantime though, Zemo had ramped his teasing up to 1000, touching your thighs gently whenever he could, ghosting his fingertips over your shoulders, complimenting your physique whenever he saw you with the sleeves of your shirt rolled up. He knew he was weakening your resolve and he loved it, deep down hoping that you would keep all the frustration pent up and so would take it out on him when the time came.

What he hadn’t anticipated was the effect seeing you get more frustrated would have on him. He didn’t expect his prison uniform to feel a little tighter around the crotch when he saw you were on shift, nor did he expect the urge to touch himself at night to thoughts of you naked, slipping into him, both of your bodies sweaty, grunts filling the air as you tore pleasure from one another. He put it down to subconscious mental preparation, his brain preparing himself for what was coming. He found you attractive but that didn’t mean he was attracted to you. At least that’s how he was justifying it to himself.

After three weeks of more intense flirting on both of your behalf’s, your shift schedule changed, meaning you were rotating onto nights with three days on shift followed by three days off. You couldn’t have possibly missed Zemo’s smirk when he saw you head into the compound at 8pm. Of course he knew exactly how to work this to his advantage, having noticed that there were less guards on the night shift, given that there was less need to interact with prisoners.

Zemo’s cock had been at full hardness that night in shower, the urge to wrap his hand around himself was almost overwhelming. You were doing your best not to act like you were watching, trying to ignore your own cock stirring pleasantly in your dress trousers at the little groans spilling from his lips as his hand ghosted over his length. He made sure to deny himself though, gratefully taking the towel from you and wrapping it around his soaked body, a light flush dusting his cheeks from the hot water, coupled with his arousal.

“Would you visit me tonight if you get a chance?” He had purred in your ear, pressing his wet body so close to you, making sure you felt his hard length poking your thigh.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You nodded, Zemo clearly loving how your voice got deeper when your head was clouded with need. With that, Zemo gave you a little smile, drying himself and dressing into a fresh pair of prison issued pyjamas before exiting the shower block.

The night was quiet after that, your head spinning slightly from the invitation. If you were going to do this, now was the best chance you would get. So without thinking much more, you switched the camera in Zemo’s cell off before you pushed yourself up from the security desk, heading the short distance down the hall. Your keys jangled in your hands as you unlocked the door. In such a high security prison, you could never be too careful, every single security measure being taken. Magnetic locks could be easily overridden so there was nothing as safe as a good old fashioned lock and key. There was no harm in having both.

“I was beginning to think you were not coming to see me.” Zemo’s drawl so confident it was almost perverse, especially given how it was so laden with arousal.

“I’m here now, aren’t I. What did you have in mind?” You asked, hoping your voice had managed to carry all the confidence you had tried to instil in yourself.

“How about a mutually beneficial arrangement? You get complete access and I get a few, shall we call them, home comforts?” Zemo’s voice came across light and airy given the circumstances, like he wasn’t offering himself up for your enjoyment.

“What kind of access?” You quizzed, noticing how he raised an eyebrow at your expression of interest. He gave you a little smirk before placing a hand on the front of your trousers, cupping your cock gently.

“I see how you watch me.” He taunted, squeezing a little harder, his fingers feeling out your length. “I know your cock twitches when you think of me. Tell me, do you touch yourself, hm? Do you go home and think of me? Do you cum over your hand to thoughts of me in the shower?” You hoped to God his questions were rhetorical because you couldn’t find it in yourself to answer, not really wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Are you going to tell me you don’t enjoy it too? We both know you get hard as soon as you see me watching. What were you thinking about in the shower earlier? Rock fucking hard and no one even touching you. You thinking of me? Of how I’m gonna pound that ass of yours?” Now it was his turn to be left speechless, blood rushing to his cock at finally getting to hear you whisper something so filthy in his ear. It sounded even better coming from you. You pressed two fingers to his lips making Zemo quite surprised at how quickly he opened his mouth to accept them. His tongue felt sinful, hot and wet, his eyes burning with more lust than he had even thought possible.

“Better get them nice and wet, they’re gonna be stretching you out in a minute.” Your little promise had him whimpering, tongue working your fingers for all he was worth. His cocky, confident attitude was almost entirely gone, need taking over. You pulled your fingers from his mouth, noticing how he was practically itching to get undressed, needing to touch you or have you touch him.

“God you’re needy, get undressed and bend over.” You noticed how he stripped in practically no time, prison uniform falling to the floor, cock thick and proud, entirely hard with anticipation. His length was impressive, you had to admit, veins running along his shaft, head angry and weeping precum.

“You really fuckin’ need this don’t you?” You grunted, bending him over, swiping one wet finger over his puckered asshole. He hissed out at the contact, his body reluctantly accepting the finger as you pushed in to the first knuckle.

“Please, ah, more.” He pleaded, trying to rut back against your finger, taking as much as he could despite the pain. You gave in, pressing deeper, noticing how every extra movement from you earned a groan from the shorter man.

“Feel good? Just wait until it’s my cock instead.” You whispered in his ear when your first finger was fully seated inside him. He actually fucking whimpered at the thought. You couldn’t help but feel proud as you pulled the finger out, lining the second up beside it before pressing in once more. It was such a tight fit, two fingers feeling like it might split him in two. Zemo gasped and groaned, palming his weeping cock, wondering if he’d ever been this hard in his entire life before.

“Oh oh, please, need more.” He couldn’t find it in himself to even care about how needy he sounded, no shame or embarrassment ever crossing his mind.

“You think you’re ready for my cock?” You teased, pulling out of him completely before unbuckling your belt, pushing your trousers and underwear down to your ankles. Zemo watched as you gave yourself a few lazy strokes, his mouth watering at the sight of the cock he’d been dreaming about for far too long.

“You really are gone, aren’t you? You need this. You think this is for my good? We both know you’re the one aching to get fucked.” You taunted, loving his little groan and how quickly he nodded in response.

“Go on, spit on cock, get it nice and messy.” He could never even have dreamed you’d talk so filthy to him and he could hardly believe how quickly he wanted to do whatever you asked of him. He wasted no time, turning over, sinking onto his knees and practically worshipping your cock with his mouth, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. He was so determined to make you feel good, bobbing his head sluttily, almost your entire cock down his throat. His gasps filled the room, his own cock aching from being neglected for so long. After a little while, you grabbed him by the hair, pulling him off you and flipping him around so he was bent over the bed, ass in the air.

“You ready?” You teased, head of your slick cock rubbing against his hole.

“Yes, please mph, so ready.” He agreed, doing his best to press himself back down onto your cock. You couldn’t help but pull back just a little, spitting on his tight hole for good measure. He groaned at the feeling of your spit dripping down over his tight ring of muscle before you pressed your cock back into place, splitting him open with once quick thrust. Zemo yelped out, fingers clutching the bed sheets as you began to rut against him, filling him in a way he could never have believed. Little cries and chants of your name slipped from his mouth and God, were you ready to pound into him. His perky little ass was so tight and it was so damn exciting to see how badly he needed this.

“Please fuck me.” He hissed out, low and needy, gasping when you began to establish a decent pace. With every thrust his cock rutted against the bedsheets, precum staining them, not that he cared in the slightest.

“You’re so big, feel so full.” He almost whined, making you speed up just a little, knowing he was getting close. Your cock dragging against him was torturous, knowing his couldn’t reach for his own cock to ease his need.

“You’re close already? Knew you wouldn’t last long. Want you to feel all of me.” He groaned at your words but groaned even more as you changed angle, your cock now nailing his prostate with every thrust. He was a goner, eyes squeezed shut painfully tight, sobs and broken Sokovian falling from his lips, cum spilling from the head of his untouched cock as his whole body tightened, milking your orgasm from you too. You fucked him through your high, cum spilling into his clenching hole.

Your bodies were both sweaty and heaving as you pulled out, dressing yourself again quickly. You admired how his asshole twitched when you pulled out, wishing you were still inside him. Zemo looked absolutely blissed out, completely wrecked by a kind of pleasure he hadn’t felt in years.

“I’ll get you fresh bed linens.” You promised, noticing how he barely even nodded in response before you headed off out of his cell and down the corridor.

Yes, this absolutely could end up very beneficial for both of you.

[cazimagines]

would you do headcanons for edging Laszlo for a week, in public and at home?

Warnings: Edging, handjob, blowjob, teasing in public, riding

- Laszlo had snapped at you one evening. You knew the stress of helping people at the institute, and then having to deal with the public who held a distane for Laszlo was hard on him. But you didn't appreciate when he would take it out on you by shutting you out, stropping around moodily and becoming very sarcastic and harsh with his words. As soon as he snapped at you he regretted it. You could tell by the way his eyes widened but there was no turning around from it now.

- He attempted to treat you nicely for the rest of the night, asking how your day was, setting the food out for you, putting it away so you didn't have to do any of the tiresome work, reading to you. You appreciated the gestures and it amused you that Laszlo seemed to believe that was the end of it. When you retired for the night Laszlo was at your side, his lips caressing your neck, asking in his own subtle way if you were okay for doing more. Without speaking you pulled yourself on top of him and then moved back till your face was by his dick. Gently you took him in your mouth as he watched you and as you started to bob your head. The little gasps and slight moans that came from Laszlo's mouth was exciting and your eyes trailed on him as you watched his head fall back onto the pillow, his eyes fluttering as his mouth remained slightly open. He'd whisper to you how perfect you were, how much he loved you between gasps till he got to a point where he couldn't even form words. You could feel he was close from the way he twitched, and before he could have his release you pulled away from him.

- You smirked to yourself as you pulled yourself back up to the pillow and settled down to sleep. Laszlo was frozen in shock for what you did for a moment, then moved onto his side to whine at you for what you did. He tried to ask you to continue but you refused, and you made sure to tell him if he tried to relieve himself it wouldn't turn out well for him.

- You were able to have a peaceful sleep whereas Laszlo was awake for most of the night, needing the urge to release but unable to do anything about it, therefore, leaving him restless. In the morning a similar thing happens, Laszlo sighed in relief as he felt your hand wrap around him, hoping to end this torment that had kept him up all night. Very quickly he became a moaning mess underneath you but once again you pulled away, telling him he needed to prepare himself for the day. He whined at you, trying to convince you to join him back in bed but to no avail so he begrudgingly had to get up.

- His day was torment, when conducting interviews he had to be careful to hold his hands over his crotch to cover the clear erection upon him. His mind would constantly drift off and be distracted from what people were saying. You were not helping either with being equally distracting such as purposely dropping something on the floor and bending over to pick it up in front of him. He would glare at you knowing what you were doing on purpose. During times of the day, he would try and get you alone, trying to convince you to let him have his relief but you always refused, this was his punishment for snapping at you.

- And thus this continued for the whole week. Every night and morning you would tease him, bringing him to the edge of release but then letting go before he could ever achieve it and it had him getting on his knees and begging you to relieve him. Tears would fall from his eyes in a desperate plea. He never would have thought he'd reach the stage of that, always viewing himself as a man of a higher standing, who would never resort to pleading but when it came to you and what you were doing to him, at this point he would do anything.

- You enjoyed teasing him a bit too much in public, resting your hand on the inside of his thigh as you ate together at a restaurant, letting your fingers gently ghost against his crotch but pulling them away just as quickly. Whispering dirty things into his ears as you walked past him, revelling in the blush it brought to his cheeks. Giving him hickeys upon his shoulder which he would then desperately attempt to cover up so John wouldn't comment on them.

- By the time a week was up Laszlo was a mess. He needed you like the earth needs the sun like humans need air. Every moment he was practically on you, begging for release. He half believed at this point you could simply kiss him and that would be enough for him to lose it. His dick throbbed for you, the tip a deep purple colour and pre-cum already leaking. You felt pity for him in the end, and while you enjoyed seeing how desperate he was for you, you were more hyped to see how he would react when you finally gave him the release he craved.

- And oh was his reaction magnificent. He made no attempt to hide his pleasure, his loud moans as you rode him to oblivion. His hand desperately gripped onto you for some guidance as you relentless moved on top of him. He didn't take him long to finish, after being edged for so long, but you didn't stop there though. Oh no. Seeming as he was so desperate for this you were going to keep riding him till he couldn't cope anymore. Tears sprung from his eyes from the overstimulation, he could utter no words as his mouth was raw from moaning, his chest heaved heavily as he panted for breath, coming again and again.

- By the time you were finally done he was exhausted and dazed out, but as you settled into bed beside him, he clung to you desperately, whispering thank you to you over and over as he cuddled into you.

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