#helmut mine style

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top 5 jeonghan teeth? top 5 things you’re manifesting to find on mojekrpice (or are in the faves waiting to get checked out)? top 5 outfits you would have jeonghan wear if you could style him?

ouh... this is like when that anon asked me to choose favorite jeonghan toe... why pit bad bitches against each other? But i do find teeth topic much more serious so out of his wooden doll herbivore tic tac teeth i gotta say i love them all so i am going to say fav things about them as all as an entity (which they are to me) 1. front chipped tooth (see HERE) 2. the fact we can see both rows of teeth when he smiles (see HERE) 3. the way his whole face becomes so extremely scrunkly when he smiles like a little gremlin (see HERE) 4. the fact he was in a fight and they knocked out his teeth and he had to get braces but he didnt lose the fight. as if that MATTERS at that point krezubava lutkice 5. the way he looks so young and i think his milk teeth are one of the biggest reasons why like thats my choco bunny he cant be 28 kill yourself. anyway to end it all -> one of my all time favorite jeonghan teeth video 🦷🤍 WHAT AN INCREDIBLE QUESTIONNNNN ILYYYY okay i will show you whats in my likes! but first what im manifesting to cop in general is -> black high heel mules & black skort that doesnt look like shorts in the back just like a short skirt all over. thats it i am always very deliberate with my shopping but NOW! moje krpice favorites 1. wrangler denim platforms 2. the kooples silk skirt 3. roberto cavalli mules (Will be mine 🧿🧿🧿) 4. roberto cavalli jeans 5. stella mccartney + adidas shorts (dont know how to style this actually if u have any idea LMK please)

and OKAYY you know i literally made like 10 moodboards of me styling him (CLICK HEREEE i feel like a clickbait newspapers) so i will just put 5 more fits that i didnt already mention (i still stand behind everything i said i literally was insane back then... with a vision though!) and no i couldnt just choose 5 who do i look like... 1. valentino spring couture 2023 - i wouldnt put him in burgundy pants but u love the top so much and i think baby pink looks beautiful on him 2. helmut lang spring 2001 rtw - what.... 3. gucci spring 1997 - what............ 4. roberto cavalli spring 2003 - he would look unreal idgaf like his tiny waist in the corset and then the flowy top with chest shown nothing sounds better to me at this moment 5. except maybe whole stomach out with low waisted pants (fanci club 2024) 6. What....... (samuel cirnansck spring 2012) 7. fendi fall/winter 2023 - i mean love the asymmetrical bare shoulder. easy pick that didnt make the cut last time 8. jenny anderson x lily gatins (distressed sterling silver arrow choker) 9. and last but not least... this is embroidery of serbian dress and okay hear me out i want him in nošnja, idgaf i will defend him if anyone says anything about cultural appropriation like please. i think he would look darling...... 😁❤️

[taralen]

Announcement? Other things!

Hey, everyone, so besides commissions and all my SPECIL SALESMAN art, I would also like to share more things (like original art) and draw fanart for other things. Spamton G. Spamton is a mainstay on my blog. He is very important to me, and if you don't like him, then too bad!

My range of interests is absolutely massive, and as one fan/friend of mine said to me years ago, "You're like a mystery box of surprises!"

Here is what I plan to make art and possible theories or analyses for:

[[please note that a lot of my interests are 17-18+, but anything uploaded here will be kept SFW or cropped. All NSFW stuff will go to my Pixiv account. I highly recommend to NOT look up the origin if you are a minor or sensitive to explicit content.]]

Queen's Blade Franchise (17+) - I really want to make more art of my favorite character, Alleyne the Elven Fighting Master, and possibly her apprentice, Nowa!

Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni (17+ GORE HORROR. Do not look up if you are sensitive.) - Recently fell in love with this series. I consider the original anime from the 2000s to be a masterpiece. I want to draw my favorite character, Takano!

Taimanin universe (17-18+. Seriously don't look it up if you're a minor lol.) - I really love some of the characters of this series, like my waifu Ingrid. I've drawn her before, and I want to draw her again. Funny enough, one of my pieces is featured in the mobile game Action Taimanin as a poster on the wall for a level. Sometimes, I see people use my art as an icon. It's very flattering!

Dragon Half (15+) - One of my all-time favorite mangas ever made from the 1980s. I think it's long overdue I make a fanart for it.

Winx Club - I have numerous unfinished fanarts for this series. I love it so much, even though Sailor Moon is superior lmfao.

Shoujo Tsubaki (18+. BANNED WORLDWIDE. DO NOT LOOK IT UP if you are sensitive or if you are a minor) - I watched this two nights ago, and it's so sad... I plan to do an analysis of it. I honestly don't think it's the worst thing ever, but I can see why people find it offensive, as it touches upon A LOT OF taboo topics.

Psychonauts - This game series man... So good. I want to draw something of my favorite character, Helmut, and his husband, Bobby. I just absolutely adore them. 😭

Touhou Project - It's been a long time since I've drawn proper fanart for this series. I have A LOT on my DeviantArt account, but I'd like to draw my favorite girls again.

Super Mario Bros - Peach is my original waifu. I've tried drawing her many times in my style, but I've kind of failed. I also really like Princess Daisy's N64 version and want to draw her again. Rosalina/Rosetta, I will also think about it.

The Legend of Zelda - This one is a little... Difficult for me. This is one of my favorite game series ever, but I really struggle to make art for it. I want to since it heavily inspired my work, but damn is it hard... Hopefully, I can break out of my shell for this.

Various other Eroge titles (18+) - Eroge are any games with erotic elements that originate from Japan. There are so many I like that range from simply being romantic to utterly insane. If you're a minor, do not look up anything.

Runescape - How I love thee. It's been a while since I've drawn fanart for it. I love the Elves haha!

Creepypasta or ghost legends/stories - I've been listening to a lot of these lately and I feel a bit inspired to draw some of the things that pop up in my imagination.

That's all for the non-original stuff. I'm still hesitant to post OCs here because they got 100% ignored last time. xD

Stuff of mine I won't ever upload to this blog:

18+ NSFW. Obvious. Do you want me to get banned?? I can draw fanart for something adult without it being NSFW.

Fetish stuff. I know I get commissioned a lot to draw fetish art, but all this will remain on DeviantArt.

Anyway, that's all I can think of right now.

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Helmut Lang | Fall 2022 RTW

[thatwritererinoriordan]

[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

[cadencejames87]

Forever Mine: Part 2

Series Masterlist // Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary: Steve comes to find you when you fail to meet up for dinner, though soon discovers you are missing, the police arrive, and the investigation begins.

Word Count: 3.2K

WARNINGS: Hospital setting, Investigation into abduction, Steve breaks some things... Honestly not a whole lot in this chapter aside from not capturing the Officers voice (that’s a warning for his die hards) *Warnings updated with each chapter*

*Not beta'd thus any and all mistakes are my own*

*Dividers above by @maysdigitalarts ​*

*Dividers in story by @whimsicalrogers *

Beyond the privacy curtains closed around your bed is the regular hustle and bustle of a busy hospital. “Right this way Officer.” Doctor Banner draws the curtain open.

RCMP officer Helmut Zemo steps inside.

Doctor Banner enters further, scanning the space with confusion. The hospital bed sits vacant, with no sign of Bucky, you, or any of your belongings; in fact, it looks as if no one had even been there.

Zemo turns to Doctor Banner unamused as he exits the private washroom shaking his head. He continues passed Zemo with an apologetic shrug, rushing out of the room to the nurses station, the officer hot on his tail. “Did you check out Y/N London, room 223?”

A young blonde nurse looks from Banner to Officer Zemo and back. “Sorry, I just got back from break.”

Doctor Banner flips through a folder behind the desk. “Her husband never filled out a single form. Did nobody check her out?!“

The nurse skims a log sheet and shakes her head regretfully.

Officer Zemo approaches the desk. “Did anything feel off when you met with the victim and her husband?”

Doctor Banner thinks back to his encounter. “Patient. And no, we never really had a chance to communicate. Although her injuries were minor, she was in shock. We administered a sedative, and by the time she had settled, Mr. London arrived; nothing out of the ordinary.” He continues to sift through papers. “It makes no sense why he would leave without talking to myself or any of the staff.”

Officer Zemo closes his notepad and tucks it into the breast pocket of his jacket. “Would you mind leading the way to security? I’ll need to ID the victim and her husband.”

Doctor Banner promptly takes the lead with a quick nod.

Zemo pauses long enough to hand the nurse a card. “If you or any other attendants have information, feel free to call.” He smiles warmly and turns to join Doctor Banner.

Steve holds the door to a lovely little bakery as the four little ones enter, holding hands to form a train. He follows behind the tikes carrying the car seat and guides them to a bistro table in front of a large bay window.

The bakery is bright and welcoming. An intricate, white chandelier hangs in the centre of a wall, filled floor to ceiling with Victorian-style display shelves. Baked goods sit on display inside a pair of glass pastry showcases on either side of a small counter.

Steve sets the car seat on top of the table, then helps Peyton and Delaney onto their chairs across from Brier & Bailey. “Daddy, are we here for my cake?” Brier pleads with big puppy dog eyes.

“My cake too, Brier.” Bailey glares at his sister.

“Yeah, no... Look, I need you all to sit here and be good while I talk to the lady, okay? No fighting!” Steve waits for their response. Brier gives him a nod, crossing her arms as she sinks into her seat with a pout. Bailey is still glaring at his sister when Steve turns his attention to him, and in any other situation, he would find himself laughing. “Bailey?”

Bailey looks to his dad, and his face softens “Okay.”  

Steve digs through the diaper bag, removes four colouring books, and sets one in front of each child with a box of crayons. He kicks the diaper bag under the table and crosses to the counter.

May Parker, a cheerful lady with rosy cheeks, stands behind the counter, flour dusting her apron. She finishes with a customer as Steve approaches. "Hello, welcome to Aunt May's, I'm May. How can I help you?"

Steve searches his pockets for his cell phone. "My wife came in earlier to pick up a cake for our twins." He shows May a picture of you on his phone.

Her smile falters. "She did stop inside, yes."

Steve slips his phone away, allowing her to continue.

She wipes her hands on her apron and clears her throat. "We've been a little behind schedule today. I let your wife know I could have your order if she allowed me a few moments. She agreed and must have stepped out while I was in the back. Not too long after I heard an ambulance, then saw the lights and went outside... it was her."

The news hits Steve hard, causing him to step back from the counter. He checks on the children over his shoulder as he steadies his breathing. "Are you sure?" He returns to the counter. "What happened? W-where did they take her?"

May shrugs, shaking her head. "I-I'm so sorry, my best guess for where they took her would be, Queen Victoria, just across the river."

Steve nods slowly, taking a moment to compose himself before returning to the table. He collects the crayons and books, stuffs them into the diaper bag and slings the bag over his shoulder. He helps Peyton and Delaney off their chairs.

"Sir, I know it's not much." Steve turns back to May as she slides a pretty decorated half pink and half blue box with a Tiffany blue envelope across the counter. The twins excitedly rush over. "Happy birthday, sweetie. Happy birthday, young man." Steve grabs the car seat in one hand and retrieves the box and envelope in his other. May taps the envelope on top of the box. "Your deposit." Steve gives her a friendly smile and leads the kids to the exit.

"Is that my cake?" Brier asks, skipping along.

Bailey glares at his sister again, "Our cake!" He spits through gritted teeth.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah... Let's go; hands." The kids quickly hold hands. Bailey takes the lead while Brier chooses to hang back, closer to Steve and the cake. She stares at the box and licks her lips.

Officer Zemo opens the door and smiles graciously as he holds it for the family. Zemo and Steve exchange friendly nods in passing. He quickly approaches the counter. "Hello, Officer Helmut Zemo." He flashes his badge. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, ma'am?"

"May, please. Though, if this is about the incident this afternoon in the alley, I’m useless. I was in the back when the ambulance showed up."

"What about cameras?"

"Only ones are right here." She points to a pair of cameras in the corner, one aimed at the cash register, the other towards the dining area. "Oh, the man who was just here. Said he was her husband." Zemo looks out the window over his shoulder. "I returned their deposit. I felt so horrible."

"Did you say, Husband?"

"Such a lovely family. It’s a shame." She answers with a nod.

"Thank you." Officer Zemo pockets his badge and rushes out after Steve.

Officer Zemo hurries through the waiting room to the emergency room doors. He gives the admittance desk window a quick RAP.

The ENTRANCE NURSE hits a large button, opening the doors between the waiting room and Emergency.

Steve slams his fist on the nurses station as Zemo flies around the corner.

The emergency nurse stands on the opposite side of the desk with a stern look and arms crossed.

"I'm her husband! Am I wrong, here?! In thinking, if you bring in an unconscious woman, you, I don't know, keep an eye on her, make sure she is safe and maybe ID the guy claiming to be her husband? Or better yet, wait until she wakes and ask her yourself."

Officer Zemo steps between Steve and the desk. "Hey, hey, hey, calm down, sir".

"I just want to know where my goddamn wife is." Steve reasons, softer yet still fuelled with anger.

"You were the man at the bakery looking for Y/N London?"

Steve's eyes narrow. "London? Rogers, my wife's name is Y/F/N. Y/M/N. Rogers."

"Mr. Rogers, I presume. Can we talk a moment?" He motions for Steve to step away from the desk. "I'd like to get a little more information about you and Y/N. I’m trying to piece this all together, and we need to start the paperwork before--"

"Paperwork?!" Steve swiftly steps back before he does something he might regret.

The nurse rolls her eyes, grabs a folder, and leaves.

Steve turns as Zemo joins him. "Some asshole abducts my wife, and all anyone wants to do is waste time filling out forms!"

"You're understandably upset, I--"

"You're ffff... Ooh." Steve catches himself, looks to his kids and back to Zemo. "Yeah, I'm upset! I want to speak to a detective. You need to get out of my face and find out how she wound up here in the first place." He speaks in a hushed tone.

"I get it, I do..."

"Do your job!" His voice raising slightly.

"I'm only asking to see proof."

"Now you bastards want proof." He scoffs.

"Once we have established that proof, together, we can try to identify the man who abducted your wife."

Steve steps back with a quick, shocked laugh. He returns to Zemo, close and in his face. "Do your fucking job!!" He seethes through gritted teeth.

Officer Zemo stands his ground, cool, calm, and collected. "The problem, Mr. Rogers--"  

"The problem is..." Zemo backs away from Steve as the two men turn to acknowledge the person speaking. Lieutenant Monica Rambeau, Badass Black Métis woman who has seen it all... "Up until Officer Zemo here went to investigate the mugging at the bakery, we thought Y/N had left with her husband. There were no signs of a struggle--"  

"Who are you?" Steve questions.  

"Officer Zemo?" Zemo lifts his head higher as he looks to Lieutenant Rambeau. He seems to be pouting now since her arrival. "Would you mind finding us an empty room to talk with?"

"Steve Rogers."  

"Steve Rogers." She repeats, extending her hand to him. "Lieutenant Rambeau, Major Crimes Unit with the RCMP."

Steve shakes her hand, and Zemo obediently excuses himself with a roll of his eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear about your wife. You understand there was no reason for us to suspect--" Lieutenant Rambeau's attention turns to the sound of children’s laughter. The kids sit on a bench behind Steve, huddled around a tablet. "Are these your children?"

Steve nods as Officer Zemo returns. Lieutenant Rambeau gives him a polite smile. "Will you be joining us, Officer?" Zemo hides his excitement and quickly turns to lead the way.

The kids share a bed, eat cake, and watch a movie as the adults talk by the door.

"I believe you, I do." Lieutenant Rambeau sympathizes with Steve. "We just need to go over your day from the beginning. You said you know of no one who would want to hurt Y/N, correct?"

Officer Zemo looks Steve up and down. "How about you?" He flips through photos of the family with you on Steve's phone.

Steve glares at Zemo, his jaw clenched.

"No one who might have something against you, is what I meant." He pretends to backtrack over his previous words.

"Zemo." Lieutenant Rambeau warns.

Steve turns away from Zemo. "Our twins turned five today, and in a few days, Delaney will be three. Y/N and I... The trip was a spur of the moment.

Zemo returns the phone to Steve. "Adorable, really." He says flatly.

"They look a lot like their mother." Lieutenant Rambeau tries to cover for Zemo's current attitude.

Steve smiles adoringly at his children, then just like that, he stops, eyes falling to a spot on the floor with guilt.

"Where was it you drove in from?" Rambeau is quick to pull his attention back to the subject at hand.

He breathes deeply and stands taller as he turns back to the Lieutenant. "Calgary."

"And when you arrived?"

"It was late, we unloaded the vehicle, checked in, and the kids woke us up almost as soon as our heads hit the pillow."

---

Sunlight streams in, lighting the double occupancy. The newborn sleeps in a bassinet, resting on a suitcase stand. Bailey and Brier help their younger sisters Peyton and Delaney climb onto your bed. The toddlers attack you and Steve with snuggles while the twins choose to jump on the bed instead.

Steve peeks out one eye and growls. "No more monkeys jumping on the bed." You both spring up, attacking the twins with tickles until they fall into your laps. You draw the toddler's into the fun, and the room fills with laughter.

---

The children LAUGH at their movie, echoing the memory.

"We took ‘em down for breakfast on the Mountain View Terrace." Steve continues.

"Ah, you're staying at The Hillcrest." Officer Zemo confirms and Steve nods in response as Zemo scribbles in his notepad.

"And after breakfast?" Lieutenant Rambeau asks.

Steve sighs, "Y/N and I took the kids to the Enchanted Forest, had lunch, and spent the rest of the day at Skytrek Adventure Park. Then went back to the hotel."

Officer Zemo looks up from his notepad. "And when did your wife decide to leave you and the kids?" Lieutenant Rambeau shoots dagger eyes at Zemo.

Steve, on the other hand, pays him no attention. "Y/N ordered the cakes this morning over the phone. She decided to walk to the bakery from the hotel and was supposed to call a taxi from there."

---

You breastfeed JONAH beneath his nursing blanket and help Peyton into a dress. Steve finishes packing the diaper bag and sets it by the door; he returns with shoes and helps the kids put them on.

Your phone PINGS, and you immediately check the message. "I have to pick up the c-a-k-e. He needs to be burped." You hand Jonah to Steve with a quick kiss and kneel to finish helping with the shoes. "I’ll meet you sweet little buggies later, okay? Be good for daddy." You pull them all in for a hug, grab your jacket, and turn to leave.

Steve steps in your path, burping the infant in his arms. “How about you? Are you gonna be good for daddy later?” He whispers flirtatiously.

“Steve!” You playfully swat his arm as you step around him.

Steve gives your ass a friendly slap on your way out.

---

Officer Zemo continues to scribble notes on his little pad.

"Where was she going in this taxi?" Lieutenant Rambeau inquires.

"She was meeting us at the Ol’ Frontier."

Zemo looks up from his notepad. "And when she was a no-show, why didn't you check on her sooner?"

"With the amount of time it took to get the kids loaded into the SUV and then unloaded and find a table before any of them had a meltdown...” He pauses a moment. “You're right, I should have. I just figured since it was dinner, on a Friday, she may be stuck in traffic or... Not this." Steve recounts with regret.

"What traffic? It's a small town." Zemo points out with a hint of amusement.

"It's tourist season, in a tourist town, Zemo. Please, Mr. Rogers, continue."  Lieutenant Rambeau is growing tired of Zemo, but she continues to keep things professional.

"The kids got hungry." Steve continues, looking over at his family. "I ordered for us, hoping she'd turn up. I called her cell about a million times. Then her phone shut off and I panicked. Most worried I'd been in my entire life."  Steve fights to stay composed, tongue in cheek. "I mean, a car accident was my worst fear." He shakes his head, avoiding her eyes.

"I'm sorry." Lieutenant Rambeau offers sincerely.

Zemo clears his throat, eyes on his notes. "Apparently, the guy posing as her husband had photos as well."

Steve side-eyes Zemo as Lieutenant Rambeau turns to him questioningly.

"He had a story." Zemo motions to Steve. "Like you, for why they were here, why she was at the bakery alone, and--" He flips through his notes.

"All information that evidently isn't true, Officer." Rambeau cuts him off before he can continue.  

"Photos?! This guy, this fucking creep, was stalking my wife?" Steve steps closer. "Who did he say he was?" He questions through gritted teeth.

Lieutenant Rambeau pulls out her notepad. "The doctor said his name was..." She scans her notes. "Bentley London. Does the name mean anything to you?"

Steve shakes his head.

"Mr. Rogers, was your wife having an affair?" Zemo cocks his head.

"Zemo!"

Steve steps forward, and Lieutenant Rambeau blocks Zemo from his advance. "I suggest you do your job and find my wife." Steve turns to walk away.

Officer Zemo places a hand on his chest to stop him. "And what happens if we run his name and it comes back he is an upstanding citizen? One who has never caused a problem in his life?"

Steve steps face to face with Zemo, despite Rambeau standing between them. "Why don’t you say what you really feel, Zero?"

"You have anger issues, first thing I noticed. Maybe you and your wife were having problems. Wife finds comfort in another man's arms, happens to the best of us." He responds disdainfully.

Steve leans closer. "You want to see anger issues?"

Lieutenant Rambeau pushes the men apart. "Enough! Zemo, outside. Now!" Officer Zemo storms out. Rambeau catches the door before it slams and removes a card from her breast pocket.

"Nothing but a beat cop playing detective," Steve says under his breath as he begins pacing.

"Send me a recent photo. I'll get copies of the report sent out to CSIS and NCIC, and add it to my personal files." Lieutenant Rambeau tries for a reassuring smile as she holds her card out to Steve. He takes it, and Rambeau follows Zemo out of the room.

Steve stares at the card in his hand, jaw clenched.

Steve steps into the bathroom, closing the door. He leans on the sink, head hanging low, heavy breathing. He looks at his reflection, and the mirror shatters as his fist connects with the glass. He turns and tears the hand dryer from the wall, throwing it across the room. Running his hands through his hair, he grips the roots as he falls back against the wall and slides down to the floor, angry tears finally falling. He slams his head back against the wall, crying quietly at the ceiling. His hands fall to his thighs, running up and down in a calming manner.

The kids bring Steve back with their LAUGHTER. He sniffles and wipes away his tears as he stands. He moves to the sink where the card lies crumpled inside. He shoves it in his pocket and splashes water on his face before exiting the washroom. "Time to go, bathroom and jackets." Brier races Bailey to the bathroom. "Watch out for the glass." He calls over his shoulder.

"Where's mommy?" A sleepy Delaney asks, rubbing her eyes and yawning.

Steve wipes the girls’ hands and faces with baby wipes. He helps them off the bed and kneels in front of Delaney. "I don't know, Laney."  Steve helps her into her coat. "That nice lady I was talking to is a detective. Like a police officer, only smarter." He states with an obvious dig at Officer Zemo. "She said she is going to help us find mommy."

"Noooo, I want mommy now." Delaney whines.

Steve, with a heartbroken smile, kisses her head. "I do too." He helps Peyton into her jacket and off the bed, then tosses the diaper bag over his shoulder, quickly cleaning the mess before he collects the car seat. "Let's go, guys."  

The twins scramble to the door. Jaxton takes Peyton’s hand, and Delaney holds her other.

Next Chapter

[f1yogurt]

hii, here is me- friendly neighbourhood mutual- with my silly little fic request/prompt

I love in any zemo x reader fic where they touch on the meeting with Selby because Zemo acting possesive of the reader is one of my favs. (this also plays into my soft spot for fake dating I suppose-)

Shield agent!reader has to act as Zemo's eye-catching arm candy to a fancy underground event. They collect some data on the flagsmashers (verbal or digital idk im not a spy) I had fem!reader in mind because Zemo makes me feel so feminine but this could definitely work as gn!reader <3

First fic request! Thank you! This was so much fun to write, I hope it hit all the right spots. possessive!Zemo is a gem.

Baron of Mine

Summary: You're a SHIELD agent who's assigned to be Baron Helmut Zemo's fake date for the evening. Your mission is to gather intel on the Flagsmashers at a fancy underground event. Zemo finds himself unexpectedly attracted to you, his new partner, and when one of the bargoers threatens you harm, he can't help but get possessive.

AO3 Link - BARON OF MINE -- Link to my Fic Request Guide

Rating: Mature

Characters: Helmut Zemo, fem!Reader, Original Male Character

Relationships: Helmut Zemo x fem!Reader

Tags: Fake Dating, turns into real relationship, Kissing, No Smut, Madripoor, Protective Helmut Zemo, Soft Helmut Zemo, Possessive Helmut Zemo, reader knows what she wants, Zemo is smitten

Word Count: 2266

Warnings: Mild threats of violence/non-con with reader by the villian (brief), mild female degradation, but don't worry Zemo quickly saves the day

You sighed and gazed in concentration at your reflection as you finished pinning on your ruby red earrings. The look you were going for tonight was simple, yet elegant. You figured that your partner for tonight would look eccentric enough for the two of you, as he had a reputation for being quite over the top. He was a baron, after all.

Helmut Zemo, or Zemo, as he liked to be called, was your assigned fake date on this lovely evening. It wasn’t unusual for a SHIELD agent like you to be given the mission of partnering as another agent’s date, but this particular man felt different somehow. You couldn’t help but be drawn to him, unlike the other men you had worked with before.

The two of you were currently at Zemo’s luxurious apartment in Riga, taking a short amount of time to prepare before going out for the evening. Zemo had immediately ushered you to the spacious bathroom, giving you room to change into your gorgeous dress for the night and apply some final makeup touches. Now, you were feeling confident in your role as the feminine eye candy.

Taking one last glance in the mirror, you gave yourself a good luck wink and stepped out of the bathroom. Zemo must have been waiting for you, because he rose from his position on the sofa as soon as he saw you come out. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise at seeing how the dress hugged your curves in all the right places. Even more gorgeous was the way you carried yourself, like a baroness fit to walk by his side.

“Well?” you asked, not quite sure if this was the sort of look he had been envisioning for the underground club the two of you were going to. Zemo swallowed and tried not to let his gaze linger on the sway of your hips as you moved.

“You look lovely,” he said in his low, silky smooth voice. “Exquisite.” You grinned at his praise, already eager for the night.

“Can you zip me up please?” you asked, turning to reveal the top part of the dress that you couldn’t zip at your back. Zemo immediately moved forward to help, his warm hands steadying your waist.

“Of course,” he whispered, his hands lingering only a bit too long wherever he touched. “I am quite positive that no one will rival your elegance tonight, draga.” You smiled at his praise.

“Well, you clean up pretty well yourself,” you said. It was true. You could tell that he had styled his hair for the evening, and even though he wore a more combat style trench coat over a nice turtleneck and trousers, he looked just as elegant as you.

Zemo just made a thoughtful noise, and his eyes met yours in a searching gaze. You two stared at each other for a few moments before he looked away and cleared his throat, pulling his hands away from your bare skin. You immediately missed the contact.

“Well, my darling,” he said, giving you a dangerous smirk. “Here’s to a pleasant evening.”

–

It turned out that your worries about your outfit were unfounded. Many other women were styled even more extravagant than you, but you stood out in your bright red dress. Your mission was to extract information from your target, a man known to have connections to the Flagsmashers, while Zemo re-established his position with the Madripoor underground elite. The perfect setup.

Zemo guided you through the crowded bar effortlessly. You knew his hand low on your waist was to signal to everyone that you two were a couple, but it also was a pleasant, comforting feeling to believe even for a moment that he felt protective over you.

Throughout the evening, the two of you mingled with the patrons of the bar, gathering as much information as you could. You noticed that Zemo would find little reasons to touch you, or stand close enough that you could smell his spicy cologne. You felt right at home playing your part as the eye candy the the illustrious baron.

Soon, however, you spotted your target over at the bar, and you subtly signaled Zemo that it was time for you to go and do some digging. Zemo looked hesitant to let you go but nodded, knowing your mission required you to intercept the man alone. You decided to make a smooth exit from the group of people you two were talking with.

“I hate to interrupt, but I am going to get a drink. Zemo, my love, I will be right back,” you told the baron, giving his arm a squeeze. You leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, deciding to play it up for the audience. After all, you were supposed to be Baron Zemo’s date.

When you pulled back, Zemo was looking at you in pleasant surprise, although he quickly schooled his expression. He couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks, though.

“Of course, darling,” he said, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips for a reverent kiss. The kiss was chaste, but the look in his eyes was dark with unspoken promises. You nearly said something in return, but you remembered what you were here for.

As soon as he released your hand, you turned and strode elegantly over to the bar, the sea of patrons making way for you. You sidled yourself next to the man you were looking for: jet black hair, muscular, and, in his trademark characteristic of a missing eye. Yes, this was your target. “Lord” Jason Blackmoore, as the Madripoor underground elite liked to call him.

The neon lights cast a purple glow on the countertop as you ordered yourself a drink. Blackmoore noticed you immediately, and you suppressed a shudder at the lecherous gaze he sent you in your pretty red dress. Time to go to work and get this over with.

Fortunately, after the two of you began talking, you encouraged him to order a few more drinks for himself so that you could steer the conversation in the direction you wanted. You were gradually able to extract the needed information from him about the Flag Smashers. However, as the evening progressed, he seemed to get more and more wary of your interrogation. And even more lecherous.

Midway between a question you were asking him, he stopped you and interrupted.

“Sweetheart, I’ve had fun tonight. But here’s the problem. I don’t like pretty girls who ask for too much information,” he said, sending you a dangerous glance. “You look like some rich prick’s little side thing with only half a brain… but after hearing you talk, I think you know a thing or two.” He leaned closer, and casually layed a knife on the bartop within view.

“What are you hiding? I know how to make girls like you talk,” he threatened lowly. “Nice and slow, so that you really feel it. Gentle at first, then rough, so that you can’t hold back even a single secret. I have a room upstairs that’s open… it would be perfect for a gem like you.” You felt a rush of panic, even though you didn’t show it. This was going south very fast, and you needed help.

Suddenly, as if by fate, you felt a hand snake around your waist and saw Zemo appear at your side. You did your best to hide your surprise when you realized that he must have been watching the whole interaction. The baron placed a kiss on your cheek, much like the one you had given him earlier, and he rested a comforting hand on your back.

“Hello, draga… ah, Lord Blackmoore, what a coincidence,” Zemo greeted in his most haughty voice, as if it was normal to interrupt an intimate conversation. “It is certainly unexpected to see you here, old friend.” Blackmoore drew back and eyed Zemo warily, surprised by the baron’s appearance.

“Zemo, don’t tell me this… woman… is with you?” he said skeptically, his gaze flickering between you and Zemo. “A true baron wouldn’t leave his pretty side piece unattended.” You swallowed nervously. If Blackmoore had even the slightest suspicion that you were an independent agent, with no affiliation with Zemo, the mission would be compromised.

“Well, that is unfortunate for you then, my friend. Because she is with me,” Zemo said, almost sneering at the other man. You suppressed a gasp as Zemo lifted you from your chair and sat down himself, placing you in his lap. The position was oddly comfortable.

“Isn’t she exquisite? Such a fine creature, so lovely in her element. I just had to bring her along tonight,” Zemo drawled lowly in his accent. “Perfect for someone like me.” Immediately you regained some of your confidence, and you artfully draped yourself across him, hoping Blackmoore would take the bait.

“Is that so? Because the Baron I knew would never abandon his date,” Blackmoore said, picking up his knife from the countertop. Zemo’s eyes flickered to the glint of the blade, yet he remained composed as ever.

“Yes, well…it was my date who abandoned me, tonight. Flitting off like a little bird with her own imagination,” he said, skimming his fingers possessively along the skin of your leg. You nearly shivered in pleasure as you felt his hand creep up your thigh, his fingers dipping below the exposed cut of fabric that your dress offered.

“I do not intend to let her go again.” Blackmoore’s gaze saw Zemo’s hand resting on your thigh, and he finally sheathed the knife somewhere within his jacket.

“Tough luck, Baron,” Blackmoore sneered, downing the rest of his drink before slamming the glass back on the bartop. “She didn’t seem so willing to do anything with me. I doubt you’ll have any success tonight.” With that the man stood and turned from the bar, walking back into the crowd of people.

As soon as the man was out of sight, you let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding.

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly to Zemo, still managing to maintain your cover even while recovering from your panic. Zemo moved his hand away from your leg, and he used it to brush a few strands of hair off of your face. He caught your gaze with his, and you were surprised to find his big brown eyes filled with concern.

“Schatz, you’re trembling…” he whispered lowly. You took a deep breath and nodded, grounding yourself. To anyone else, it looked as if the baron was flirting with you, which allowed you some time to recover without drawing attention from the other patrons.

“Yes, he… that was terrifying,” you admitted. “I’m alright now. Fortunately I have you, who couldn’t even let me out of your sight tonight. The illustrious Baron Zemo, unable to let his date go off for a bit and flirt, hm? How possessive.” At your teasing smile, Zemo blushed, but he didn’t look guilty.

“Draga, I only wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said, although you weren’t convinced that was the only reason he had been watching you tonight. However, he had saved you, and you were very grateful. No other man you had worked with before would have been that attentive.

“Well, either way, thank you for saving me. Plus, you’re kind of sexy when you’re jealous, Baron” you said. After a moment’s hesitation, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. Zemo made a surprised noise, but he reacted eagerly, moving his lips against yours as he fell into the kiss. His hands clutched at your waist to stabilize you, and you brought your own hands up to cradle his face, your fingers carding gently through the soft hair at his nape.

You both were breathless by the time you pulled back, and you figured that Zemo’s lustful gaze matched your own.

“Draga, I…” Zemo found himself strangely tongue tied. You really were the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, and he had hated seeing you flirt with that lowlife all evening. Even though the two of you had just met, and he had no reason to be possessive, something about it had lit a fire of jealousy in his belly.

After a few moments, you found the words for him and cleared your throat, trying to shake off the arousal the kiss had created.

“Well, Baron Zemo, I hope that I was an ideal date for tonight,” you said, smiling shyly. Feeling a bit embarrassed at the way you had thrown yourself at him, you fidgeted, smoothing the lapels of his coat and fixing his hair, brushing back some of the wavy strands that had fallen over his forehead. Zemo sat there and tried to pretend that you fussing over him wasn’t stirring feelings that had been dormant for eight long years in prison.

“So, I guess our night’s almost over,” you said when he failed to say anything. You were honestly disappointed that the evening was drawing to a close, but you had completed your mission, and there was no reason to stay and attract unwanted attention.

“Yes, indeed,” Zemo said, agreeing with you. “But not entirely over, I suppose. Let me call my driver. The night is still young, draga. Let us make of it what we will.” He lifted you easily to your feet, surprising you with his strength. Just like before, he placed a guiding hand on your back, and together you made your way through the crowd of people.

[marvelmusing]

The Met Gala

Fashion Designer!Zemo x Interviewer!Reader

My Masterlist

°•. ✿ .•°

“Our esteemed host, Baron Zemo.”

“A pleasure as always, you look wonderful.” You duck your head slightly. Today is full of everyone complimenting each other, but Helmut’s genuine smile and wide eyes taking in every inch of you has your cheeks warming.

“Thank you. You look incredible.” You tell him, admiring the suit he’s wearing and the intricate embellishments adorning the jacket. “Despite knowing the answer, I have to ask, who are you wearing?” He chuckles,

“This is a custom design, from Suitkovia.”

“Did you design this yourself?” He nods,

“Along with the help of my incredibly talented assistant, Wanda Maximoff.” You’ve asked the question what feels like a hundred times already, but you feel a little tentative when you ask him,

“Could you tell us about your thoughts on this year’s theme, and how it’s reflected your outfit?” He nods and your smile widens, you could hear him talk about fabrics and historic styles for hours. But of course, you don’t have hours. His answer is diplomatically timed, and you wrap up the interview in good time. You glance across at the interviewer beside you, noticing that they’re still engaged in their conversation with an actor you recognise from somewhere you can’t place. “You can wait here until they’re done.” You offer to Helmut and he smiles gratefully.

“Thank you.” You both pause for a moment, and you quickly ask him the first thing that comes to mind,

“How’s your mother?” His smiles widens again and your heart melts.

“She’s well thank you. I returned to Sokovia just the other week, so it was nice to see her. She still has your article pinned up.” He doesn’t miss the glow of pride in your smile.

“It’s more of your article than mine.” You argue weakly with a small shrug.

“You wrote it.”

“Yes but it’s about you, she doesn’t have it pinned up because I wrote it, it’s because she’s proud of you.” His expression softens at your words before a smirk tugs at his lips,

“Will you settle on ‘our article’?” You sigh, rolling your eyes a little with a smile creeping across your face.

“Fine. Our article.” At that point, the interviewer next to you finishes and Helmut is free to move on. “Enjoy tonight.” You tell him, and he smiles at you.

“You too.” He extends his arms towards you slightly and you step into them for a brief hug. He then leans down to press a kiss against your cheek before moving to the next interview. You keep your back turned from the camera for a moment, trying to school the grin on your face. When you turn back there’s another celebrity approaching for you to interview. You talk easily to one another, but you’re nearly always aware that Helmut is practically stood next to you as he’s being interviewed.

°•. ✿ .•°

There’s very few people arriving now, and none that you need to interview, but you’ve been asked to keep the cameras rolling as a livestream so you’re stuck here until the very last people arrive. Ben shoots you a bored look as he adjusts the camera slightly for the fifth time. You scroll through Twitter, deciding that it counts as work since you’re looking at the pictures from the Gala as if you haven’t just seen them all firsthand. There seems to be a lot of attention on Helmut, which worries you for a moment, until you realise it’s all good attention.

You’re surprised at the attention you’ve received, and feel a little embarrassed at some of the screenshots from the interview, especially when the camera catches you smiling adoringly at Helmut. But, you have to admit that Twitter has point, he was looking at you rather fondly. Your phone buzzes and you look back down at it, before opening up your messages.

Then you hear a voice behind you.

“I guess I’ll have to come out to see you.”

“Don’t you have important host things to do?”

“Co-host.” He corrects you with a smile. “I’ve already done my part.”

“And you’re leaving? The fashion party of the year, and you’re leaving?” You tease and he takes your hands in his.

“You’re freezing.” He comments and you shrug before joking,

“A small price to pay to look good.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, come here.” He pulls you gently into his arms and you wrap your arms around his waist. You shudder at the sudden warmth he provides and he pulls his jacket around you both.

“This is going to start plenty of rumours.” You say, your voice muffled against his chest.

“I don’t doubt it.” You shift in his arms, pulling your phone out and the two of you look down at it as you load Twitter.

“There we go.” You remark, showing him a few tweets.

“You follow the Baron Zemo tag?” He comments.

“Shut up.” You mumble as you press your face against his chest as he chuckles. “Your PR team works hard.” You add noticing the photos disappearing from your feed.

He presses his lips to your forehead,

“I’ll give them all a raise.”

[annathesillyfriend]

Anna's May Fic Recs Part II

Welcome to my May fic recommendations masterpost (part II)!! Once again I was overwhalmed with how many amazing stories I was able to read the past two weeks. The amount of talented authors on this hellsite is just mindblowing 🤯🤯

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

MARVEL

✨Steve Rogers✨

Good girl @syntheticavenger

one-shot, 18+, trucker!steve

Underwater by @sweetlyscared

one-shot, 18+, endgame!steve 😠

Recording by @/jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, i think you can guess by the title 😉

Code blue by @bonky-n-steeb

one-shot, 18+, oof 🥵

✨Bucky Barnes✨

Milestone by @itsapeterthing

one-shot, avenger!reader

Say yes by @/itsapeterthing

one-shot, 1940's!bucky x rogers!reader

Night hours by @sinner-as-saint

one-shot, 18+, mob!au

The midnight coconuts by @bitsandbobsandstuff

one-shot, late night grocery runs with buck

Peaches and cream by @river-soul

one-shot, 18+ (no actual smut but a lot of induendos), this is so fun!!

Point of view by @forever-rogue

one-shot, it's just ✨so lovely✨

Play pretend (part 2) by @wkemeup

two-shot, 18+, first part sex pollen, over all mutual pining,

Wine and dine by @witchysoldier

one-shot, 18+, roommate!bucky

Nobody does it like you do by @/ritesofreverie

one-shot, 18+, divorced!dilf!bucky, onlyfans!reader but also neighbour!reader

No other shade of blue by @sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, so much angst but just so beautiful

Take me seaside (for my health) by @/sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, friends to lovers, buck takes care of sick reader

Sweetest downfall by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, memory loss, a lot of heartache on my side but so worth it!

Winter and hope by @jobean12-blog

one-shot, this is so sweet you guys 🥺🥺

Moving day by @/jobean12-blog

one-shot, 18+, moving in with buck 😌😌

Language barier by @galaxy-barnes

one-shot from Nothing but trouble universe, 18+, absolutely wonderful OFC

Dreamland by @blissfullybarnes

series, avenger!reader, get your tissues!

Trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy

series, 18+, fuckboy!bucky, college!au, if you want to have you heart ripped out then this one's for you :')

✨Stucky✨

Turn the light down low by @slyyywriting

one-shot, 18+, bucky x reader x steve, some limousine action 😏

✨Sam Wilson✨

The whole Sammy sunday tag by @ritesofreverie

collection of all thing Sam, each one better than the last

✨Helmut Zemo✨

Twice by @mypoisonedvine

series, 18+, professor!zemo

✨Peter Parker✨

FBI agent by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, onlyfans!reader

Challenge accepted by @stuckonspidey

one-shot, 18+, 🥵

Just friends - collaboration between @emmastarz and @cherrytholland

two-shot (part two in the making), the big three: best friend!peter, friends to lovers, ANGST :)))

✨Joaquin Torres✨

Chasing pavements by @mischiefmanaged71

one-shot, slowburn, stark!reader

Doodles by @anna-phora

one-shot, soulmate!au 🥺🥺

Wrong house, right time by @hairringtonsteve

one-shot, our boy comes to the rescue in the times of trouble

✨Wanda Maximoff✨

Mine by @buckybarnesplumwhore

one-shot, 18+, black!reader, jealous!wanda

HOLLAND & Co.

✨Tom Holland✨

Birthday, interrupted by @worldoftom

one-shot, 18+, uni!tom x uni!reader, oh man, i hope you have the fire house on speed dial bc this is pure 🔥🔥

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

series, 18+, neighbour!tom, friends to lovers, fwb, so much angst *chef's kiss*

A royal convenience by @poetrcy

series, prince!tom x princess!reader, might be my favourite royal!au I've ever read

The way home by @hollandsmoose

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Supercluster by @wizkiddx

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Mornings in Italy by @heavenlyholland

one-shot, morning, Italy and Tom just belong in one sentence 😌

Dirty reflection by @wazzupmrstark

one-shot, 18+, mirror mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all? (it's y/n and tom)

Who would've thought by @multiholland

one-shot, frat!tom

Crash course by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, 18+, bi!musician!reader, childhood friends to lovers

Stuck with(out) you by @duskholland

one-shot, follow up to Settle, 18+, mob!tom, pregnant!reader, the best mob!au fic ever!!

Long distance by @sunshinehollandd

one-shot, just 🥺🥺

Jinkies (part 2) by @madmadmilk

two-shot, 18+ in part two, this is so wholesome, please just read it

Night changes by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, 18+, fwb, fake dating, all the fun stuff, there's part two in the making!!!

Midnight kisses by @/mcumendes

one-shot, best friends to lovers!!! 😌

✨Harry Holland✨

This fic by @peterplanet

one-shot, 18+, just yes

Cabin fever by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, friends to lovers 😫😫 so good

Roll with the feeling by @unsaidholland

one-shot, rich kid!harry

✨Harrison Osterfield✨

Fevers and tea by @thegirlintheswivelchair

one-shot, friends to lovers, taking care of sick haz 🥺🥺 so adorable

Between tulips and blue eyes by @mcumendes

one-shot, flower shop!au 🌷🌷

Lucky strike by @soft-haz

one-shot, rich kid!harrison x rich kid!reader

OTHERS

✨Harry Styles✨

Bright and Blooming by @havethetimeofyourstyles

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers

✨Ransom Drysdale✨

Pledge Week by @the-iceni-bitch

series, 18+, Ransom and his girl are celebrating his birthday week 🎉

✨Andy Barber✨

Yes, Mrs Barber by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, husband!andy

Holly by @uncafeavecbarnes

one-shot, 18+, domestic bliss 😌

Sundress season by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, ex!husband andy 🥵

[an-obsessed-writer]

Mind Over Matter

Summary: Everyone knew the Baron Helmut Zemo, you’d have to be living under a rock to not recognize the name of the ridiculously wealthy royal attending your university. He was the school’s top bachelor, a sophisticated and confident man who obviously was wealthy. That was enough to make any woman at the university swoon, but he was always known to never keep a girl for long. What happens when (Y/N) finds herself meeting him at one of his parties?

(A/N): i think i’ll turn this into a series, but not sure yet! im a whore for zemo rn as everyone is, let me know if you’re interested in reading more <3

Word Count: 2.2k

“(Y/N)!” Wanda plops onto your bed after she runs into the dorm, and smiles sweetly up at you. “Wanna go to a party tonight? Word has it that Zemo is throwing a major bash for the new school year.”

Everyone knew the Baron Helmut Zemo, you’d have to be living under a rock to not recognize the name of the ridiculously wealthy royal attending your university. He was the school’s top bachelor, a sophisticated and confident man who obviously was wealthy. That was enough to make any woman at the university swoon, but he was always known to never keep a girl for long. Fortunately, you didn’t live under a rock, just too immersed in your studies to care much about him. You’ve seen him walking on campus before, with his fur coat and maroon mock turtleneck, and you could see why he was such a popular man. It’s known that Europeans always have the best sense of style.

“I’ve already got a major essay to finish for my philosophy class next week, maybe next time?” You frown at your roommate, feigning sadness that you wouldn’t be able to make it, but by the look of her face, she wasn’t going to let you get out of this one.

“You promised you’d attend a party this year! We’re juniors and you’ve been to only a handful. Besides, his parties are super classy, everyone gets all dressed up. It’ll be fun, I swear.” Wanda looks up at you with pleading eyes, and you couldn’t help but think about the opportunity presented.

It was true, you hadn’t been to many parties since college started. Your grades were stellar, your reputation even more so. Studying as a pre-med was no joke, resulting in your non-existent social life, but you honestly didn’t mind it much. You kept your head down because college was expensive enough as it is, you couldn’t afford to get distracted. Closing the laptop on your lap, a sigh escapes your mouth, and Wanda took it as a silent submission for what she had planned.

“Perfect! It’s tonight at his mansion. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to get him wrapped around your finger by the end of the night,” she winked and immediately began rummaging through her closet for the perfect outfit. “I heard the theme was the 20’s, I’ve always loved the flapper girl outfits.” A laugh escaped from Wanda’s lips, and a mischievous smile was displayed on her face. 

If there was anyone you trusted at this place, it’d be Wanda Maximoff. Her brother Pietro came as a close second, but she’d been your rock throughout your educational journey. Everyone loved her, everyone wanted her at their parties, but she chose to stay in with you to watch movies and talk about guys on more than one occasion. Coming from Sokovia, Wanda and Zemo talked often because of their love for the Sokovian language, but nothing romantic ever stemmed from their interactions with each other.

Truth be told, you were a pretty girl. This never went unnoticed by the guys around you, leading to a few regretful hookups. Your confidence oozed from your cheeky smile and subtly flirtatious comments when appropriate, but you were adamant on not entering a relationship until school was over. However, you were the realist out of this duo, and you knew for a fact you’d never be able to pull a guy like Helmut Zemo. With his looks and amount of money, he could get the most sought after movie star (which everyone was fairly sure he hooked up with Megan Fox at one point, but that was just a rumor).

“Do you still have your flapper girl costume from Halloween a while ago? I’ve got mine, and I don’t think we have enough time to shop before the party,” Wanda inquired.

“Of course I do, it’s my go to Halloween costume now if I ever go out again.” You smiled, reminiscing over the memories from last Halloween, and stumbled off your bed to find the outfit. 

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The music was blasting, and you couldn’t help but look in awe of your surroundings. A double curved staircase with red carpeting was in front of you and Wanda, with grand railings connected to the marble floor below. The home was obnoxiously large, you could talk and an echo would rumble through the room. 

Wanda gives you an encouraging look, and grabs your hand to lead you towards the party room upstairs. The silver tassels from your mini dress rubbed against your dress with every step you took, and you knew there was no turning back now. Besides, there was no way you could leave this beautiful home anytime soon, you simply wanted to drink in it’s beauty forever.

Once upstairs, a man in a suit smiled at the two of you, and asked for your invitations, which Wanda gladly handed over. With a nod, he opened the doors that were taller than any of you, and the sight immediately took your breath away.

White, translucent balloons hung from the ceiling. Art deco inspired tables with feathers and gold tassels lining over them containing copious amounts of alcohol were in the middle of the room. Intricate white and golden wallpaper covered the walls, which helped bring everything together, but the flashing disco lights allowed a modern feel to this 1920’s inspired party.

Not too long after entering the room, Vision strutted over to the two of you after catching sight of his girlfriend. “Hello (Y/N),” he flashed a quick smile to you and placed a kiss on Wanda’s cheek, “Care if I steal my girlfriend away for a dance?”

“No problem at all,” you waved your hand to dismiss the two of them, and Wanda went off to the dance floor with her love. 

This was normal, Wanda would be whisked away by Vision, and you typically found a guy to bring you attention for the night, but something felt different. Right now, all you wanted was a drink, and you found yourself making a beeline towards the tables full of alcohol. 

The bartender was dressed in one of the finest suits, and you couldn’t help but wonder “If his employees are dressed like this, what was the Baron wearing?”

“What would you like?” Your mind blanked trying to think of alcohol that you liked, it’s been too long.

“Surprise me, it’s been a while.” You smiled sheepishly, but your attention was caught by the feeling of another person behind you.

“That won’t do, you look like you need something strong.” A thick, European accent filled your ears, and you couldn’t help the way that your body tensed up. With a turn of your head, your eyesight took hold of the one and only, Helmut Zemo.

He looked even more delicious standing so close to you. As expected, Zemo didn’t mess around with his looks. A burgundy, pinstripe suit hugged his figure, and you couldn’t help but take note of the way his arms looked under the tight sleeves.

“Something strong would be nice,” you say holding your chin up, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the most well known man in the school. With a wave of his finger and a command in a language you didn’t know, two shots of clear liquid were slammed on the table, and Zemo picked one up with a cheeky smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him and nervously picked up the shot glass with shaky hands. Lifting it up to your nose, your face contorted into an expression of disgust at the smell of acetone. “What is this?”

With a rumbling chuckle from Zemo, your cheeks blushed slightly, silently scolding yourself for losing your composure. He raised his glass and with a tilt of his head, he responded “Rakija, essentially European moonshine. I’ll take a shot with you, it can be too strong for some Americans.”

Silently, you nodded and raised the shot glass, mimicking his actions. Once he swiftly threw back the liquid into his mouth, you followed, and immediately wanted to gag. It burned as it went down your throat, the taste of pure chemicals became overwhelming, and you managed to keep a straight face through it all. Zemo slammed his glass back onto the table and took a step towards you in order to be able to communicate over the loud music.

“I apologize for being such a rude host, but I don’t recognize you.” The smell of rich cologne flooded your nostrils, and you could’ve melted right there. His eyes peered down onto you, being that you were significantly shorter than the man towering over your body, and you licked your lips.

“I usually stay in my dorm, I’m pre-med.” You held your hand out politely, “(Y/N).”

Zemo’s rough hands took hold of your own, lowering his head to leave a kiss on the indents of your knuckles. Without standing up straight, he raises his eyes to look at you through his eyebrows, “It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N), I hope you’re enjoying the party.”

His voice was like smooth caramel and melted chocolate, just the right mix of salty and sweet. His thick accent burned into your head with the way he said your name, and your hand was tingling from where his lips met your knuckles. After hearing the stories of his charming ways, you wanted to call bullshit, but experiencing this first hand was completely different. There was some truth to the rumors of the mysterious Baron, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to find out more. The man simply oozed sex appeal.

“I actually just got here with Wanda. She’s off somewhere with Vision.” You were proud of how you managed to keep your voice at a steady level, knowing that your mind was going crazy with how close the two of you were.

Zemo’s eyebrow perked up at the mention of Wanda’s name and held out his hand with the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly, “Any friend of Wanda’s is a friend of mine, care to dance (Y/N)?”

Every fiber of your being wanted you to run, knowing that if you went to dance with him, there was no turning back. Still, you couldn’t stop your hand from being placed into his, and he swiftly pulled you along towards the dance floor. 

Sweaty bodies surrounded the two of you, but you could only focus on his eyes engulfing the way the dress hugged your body in all the right spots. He placed his hand on the small of your back where the dress was open, the touch sending shivers down your spine. The Baron’s hands were warm, completely contrasting the iciness of your skin. 

With another hand on your waist and a smirk, he began moving his hips, which you soon followed. As the song went on, the distance between you got smaller and smaller, until your chest was practically smushed against his. You lifted your left hand to run through his chestnut brown hair, and it was as soft as you expected it to be.

“Of course it is,” you thought to yourself. “A Baron deserves only the most expensive products.”

“You’d think I would know everyone on campus, but your beauty caught me by surprise.” His breath felt hot against your ear, and you swallowed thickly.

“Not many people know me,” you countered.

“What a shame, isn’t it darling?” The use of pet names was enough to make your knees buckle, especially when paired with the Sokovian drawl, but you shook your head in defiance.

“He probably says that to all the girls.” Even so, you wished your mind would be quiet so you could appreciate this moment for what it is. The chance to dance with the bachelor everyone was pining for, but he was only paying attention to you.

You didn’t respond, only picking up the pace of your swaying hips, grinding against his thigh. Zemo exhaled a quick breath, and wasted no time to smash his lips onto yours. This action sent electricity through your body, the taste of the alcohol on his breath only made him more alluring, and your mouth copied his movements. Teeth clacked against one another, but neither of you cared. The only thing you could think about was the feeling of his fingers trailing down your back, and the way you fit with him like a lost puzzle piece.

Zemo grabbed at the nape of your neck, signaling to deepen the kiss with a tightening grip and a nip at your bottom lip, but you pulled away before you did something you regret.

With a confused look, Zemo licked his lips. “Care to go upstairs to my room?”

“Actually,” you say breathlessly, “I think it’s better if I head out.” Regretfully, you untangle your bodies and take a step back from the powerful man standing in front of you.

Without taking a second to think about what you’ve just done, you turn and make your way to the exit, but not without glancing at the Baron one last time. 

His eyes never left you, and he stood still as you walked through the doors.

[tripmywire95]

Casual Match - Chapter 3

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Pairing: Helmut Zemo x female reader

Summary: having a side income might’ve been a great idea until you realize that you're too seemingly affected by a certain Sokovian.

Rating: explicit 18+ only (for future chapters)

Warnings: discussion of sugaring arrangement, brief discussion of sex, mild sensuality, soft Zemo, alcohol consumption. Not beta read.

Word Count: 800+

Notes: häschen - bunny.

Taglist: @justfangirlthingies @country-cowgirl-101

You feel the press of Helmut’s hand on your bare back, a light shiver bringing you to his attention, “our seats are right above that section,” he points out to the box at the side of the stage, endeared by how you’re trying to take in every detail inside the opera house. Once seated your anticipation kicks in, reminding you of the countless moments you had to patiently wait for a show to begin, time not being kind to your readiness.

Only this time you’re not alone.

Helmut sees the sweetness of it al, the excitement bubbling through you, it’s contagious. He watches how focused you are on the scene unfolding, you’re so wrapped up that the poor program in your hand is bent. Before he reaches out to place his hand on yours in reassurance, Helmut can’t resist to take one more look at your expression of wonder, witnessing how you’re experiencing this for the first time, and he wants this to happen again and again.

By the time you feel his hand on yours you don’t look back, but instinctively cover your other hand on his.

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“Thank you for tonight. The dress, the show…it feels surreal, really,” you say, unable to hide a smile. You’re practically glowing. God, he is truly smitten by this. “It’s my pleasure draga-,” he replies, his hands coming closer in front of you, “-but this is just the beginning.” Helmut reaches out and cradles your face with such tenderness, you expect him to initiate with a light peck on your lips, but his eyes wander to the side, one of his hands dropping to replace his lips on your jaw, slowly making its way to your neck. He feels you grabbing the lapel of his dark grey suit, hands balling into fists. You shudder and sigh when he nips behind your ear, his fingers starting to play with the lace straps of your velvet dress. Loosening the grasp on his suit your hands travel to the back of his head, one hand tugging his hair with force to make him face you. “Needy little häschen aren’t you?” he mutters lowly on your skin, chuckling when you make a sound. As his posture straightens to hold your face again, Helmut finally meets your lips, the faint smell of citrus and spice from his cologne lingering with each gentle press of his kisses. When he starts to pick up the pace your mouth tries to catch up with him, warm breath on yours reminding you to stop to take in some air. Reluctantly pulling yourself from him you notice how his lips are stained with your color, and the once perfectly styled hair is in disarray. Somehow it makes him look younger. A laugh breaks out of you, fingers tracing the outline of your lips, “I should've gotten the smear proof one.” Oh. But there’s no apologetic tone to that.

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“Come here, liebling-” he says, passing the snifter to you, “-try it.” “I see you’re getting too much enjoyment out of me trying these things, specifically expensive brandy,” you state, legs draped over him. He knows you’re right but he’ll settle for a smirk instead. Trouble. You taste the notes of roasted coffee and a bit of toffee sweetness, but when swallowed you savor the leftover spiciness on your palate and at the back of your throat. Warm and persistent. It’s very him.

Maybe it’s your inhibitions lowering but the way he’s taking his time to roll up the sleeves of his shirt and that curl of his hair falling to his forehead has you lifting yourself up a bit, heading to Helmut’s waist, “this might be the best one so far,” you praise. Helmut admires how flushed you look, the slit of the dress giving him more access to move you further to fully straddle his lap. He’ll do anything you ask him to.

Or maybe it’s also the fact that you didn't want to dance around the subject anymore: sex. You’ve discussed this aspect in the arrangement prior to meeting, both agreeing on letting your chemistry dictate any further step into the relationship. “Is this the appropriate time for me to say that I haven't slept with anyone? I mean, I just wasn't into anybody that would make me feel like I wanted to-” you were on the fence about disclosing it sooner, not wanting part of your inexperience to be perceived as naïve. He knows you’re starting to overthink this, “-I probably should’ve made this clear beforehand, I-” “schatzi, you don't have to explain to me. I’m not here to judge your reason to not disclose it earlier, but I do appreciate you being open with me,” he says, fingers drawing circles around your waist, those warm brown eyes assuring you. You lean in to kiss him, a subtle trace of spice still lingering on his lips.

“Would you like to stay tonight?” he asks, his hand brushing across your cheekbone.

“You're well aware that I didn’t bring spare clothes.”

“Just wear mine.”

And oh there it is. That smile.

[princessofmarvel]

Marvel characters as Taylor Swift Albums .

 Ahhhhhhh, My first big post!! I am both excited and terrified, Please be nice to me, lmao. 

Steve Rogers - Fearless

I can totally see Steve jamming out to “you belong with me”

Definitely loves “Today was a fairytale”

Favorite song : Fearless

Tony Stark  - Folklore

Lovessssss “betty”

Listens to “august” while working

Favorite Song : “the last great american dynasty”

Bruce Banner - Speak Now

Mumbles the words to “Mean” all of the time

Stans “The story of us” 

Favorite song : “Mine”

Peter Parker - Lover

This boy sings “Cruel summer” almost 24/7

Loves “Me!” but won’t tell anyone

Favorite Song : “Paper Rings”

Thor - 1989

Thor dancing to “Shake it off” lives rent free in my mind,  Even if it is not a real thing, Lmao.

Screams “Blank space”

Favorite song : “Wildest Dreams”

Loki - Reputation

Did we really expect anything else, Lol

Plays “Ready for it” in his mind right before a fight

Seriously loves “Look what you made me do”

Favorite Song : “I did something bad”

Bucky Barnes - Reputation

Likes to think of his partner when “Delicate” comes on

Sings “Don’t blame me” While in the shower

Favorite song : “Dancing with our hands tied”

Sam Wilson - Taylor Swift

The thought of Sam singing “Picture to burn” is something that I think about a lot

Stans “Our song”

Favorite song: Should’ve said no”

Natasha Rommanoff  - Evermore

Adores “No body no crime”

Hums “Dorthea”

Favorite song : “Long story short”

Wanda Maximoff - Red

She likes to sing “I knew you were trouble”

And cries at “All too well”

Favorite Song: “Red”

Pietro Maximoff - 1989 .

Runs to “Bad blood”

Struts to “Style” when no one else is watching

Favorite song : “Wonderland”

Helmut Zemo -  Every.Single.One. 

 I hope everyone likes this!! feel free to like, Comment, Or Reblog!! 

[zest-isthe-secret]

Helmut Lang | Fall 2022 RTW