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rumblelibrary · 3 years ago

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Love languages of Daniel Brühl characters, go!

Baron Helmut Zemo

His act of love is a lot of expensive gifts. You might ask for them or not, but he will always deliver. Big, small or gigantic. Nothing is too much for you. You keep telling him that is not necessary, but he can’t stop. He is a man with lots of enemies and he gains calm from the idea that you will be safe and in a luxurious environment if he ever needs to be forced away from you.

Andrea Marowski

He is an old school romantic: flowers and composing songs for you. He likes to be old fashioned. He liked you to come back to a house full of beautiful flowers with their soft scents. But his true nature comes out from acts of service, he will always want to help you, to come around and solve something for you.

Dr Laszlo Kreizler

He always showed love with gifts and expensive dates and dinners. To all his friends and extended family he is the one that always goes over the top. It is a part of him that you try to balance because you don’t need to be paid or thanked to spend time with him even if he feels that way. That is his way of doing, so you will accept it but maybe piloting his choices to make sure it becomes something to enjoy together.

Jan

This man is a mess with words, not like Sebastian that has the magic quality of making anything sound like an insult, but he can make anything sound like philosophy. His love for you his a mantra, an idea, a law. He is so articulate and when he talks about his feelings for you or the way he sees your future you often wonder if you’re even real. He loves you so much, it is almost religious.

Sebastian Zöllner

Sex is his love language, but also touching you in general. He can be massy with words. He always ends up saying things wrong or at the wrong time. While when you’re in bed he is quiet and let’s his actions speak louder than words. Also holding hands, massages, even impromptu sexy time. To be able to touch you is his luxury. If he was a little bit more proud of his artworks he would show all the ones he did for you.

Niki Lauda

Vacations, offline time, evenings with no phones around somewhere even just in your living room.

He knows he is a really busy man, he is always on schedule with test drives and travels and so on.

So to have undivided time is his most caring act, it is his way to tell you: I am here for you, I want to be with you.

Ernst Schmidt

His love language is words, words said or written to you on a screen to tell you how much he loves you. He is a very fiery temperament, but he is vocal on things and the same is with you. He is also your biggest cheerleader, a reasonable mind to interact with. He always has time to be your partner, he always has time to listen to you.

Tony Balerdi

He has a lot of money and always makes the best gifts, but his act of love comes from quality time. To take a day off the restaurant or two, to go away. To be with you and have a late and quiet breakfast, to not have to worry about anything else but to stay close to you. That’s what opens his heart. He is all for his job, he loves it but he loves even more how you can be his everything.

Iván Pelayo

He says it out loud. He loves you, you’re his, no excuses, no moving around the topic. He will shout it at the microphone after a show, point at you as he performs, dedicate every love song to you. He will talk to his family about you, bring you to every family meeting, always referring to you lovingly but also showing people you’re his from people close to him to the waiter at the restaurant.

Alex Kerner

Tapes. Endless pictures and tapes of your time together. He makes albums, videos and anything that narrates your story together. He will send you pics of your last vacation together when he knows you’re sad. He will give out of his way to make sure you’re okay, that you have everything you need and he is always there to help. Sometimes even at his own loss.

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 3 years ago

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Poker Face - Iván Pelayo

There needs to be more Iván imagines, I swear. He's just...ugh, so dreamy, precious little fedora man. I just had to be Thanos and Do It Myself™ Also, I have no idea how poker works so I'm sorry, but I tried

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), oral (m and f!receiving), slight dacryphilia, praise kink (if you squint), and cumshot 🤷🏻‍♀️

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"Hijo de puta!" Alfredo cursed, staggering over to his cousin across the casino. "Iván!"

Iván, upon hearing his name being called so harshly and with a slight slur, rolled his eyes and braced himself for whatever his idiot cousin got himself into this time. "What?" He drawled out, annoyed that he had to pull his focus away from the roulette wheel.

"I was playing this woman in poker, and the bitch completely screwed me! Stole all my money. I think she cheated, primo."

"And why is this my problem?"

Alfredo groaned loudly, stomping his foot like a child. "Because, I was going to use that money to buy an engagement ring...for my girl."

Iván furrowed his brows. "Ingrid? I thought the two of you broke up again?"

"We're back together again, okay? Just." He huffed. "Just please, help my get the money back, for your blood."

Iván sighed heavily, hesitantly stepping away from the roulette wheel. "I've always told you never to gamble when you're drunk, man. If I do this, promise me you'll never drink and gamble again, sí?"

"Yes, yes! Promise. Just, give that bitch hell."

Iván shook his head at his cousin, his drunkenness ruining a night that was supposed to be fun for him, something that was supposed to distract him from his somewhat recent breakup. But now, he has to come to the aid of his cousin...again. Maybe it was in the family's DNA to never learn from past mistakes, but it wasn't all that shocking especially with Alfredo's hardheadedness.

Approaching the poker table, he only found one person sitting there; you. Strange, you didn't really look like the type of person to play poker, much less cheat at it. But then again, looks can be deceiving, Iván knew that all too well and he'd be damned if he let that happen again. "Hey." Iván called out over the noisy casino, not intending it to come out in a confrontational way, but that's how it sounded.

"Hey." You responded, more soft-spoken and with a small, almost innocent smile as you mindlessly shuffled the card deck in your hand. But the spark in your eyes as you looked him up and down said something else.

"You robbed my cousin."

"I'm sorry?"

"That tall meathead over there," He pointed across the casino, "you took all his money. He says you cheated."

You scoffed, your innocent exterior slowly dissipating, but it looked as if you suddenly had an epiphany. "Wait, you're Iván Pelayo. Oh, right! I knew that other guy looked familiar. Your family is famous."

"Yeah, so what? That means you can steal from us, huh? Think that means you can cheat us?"

You chuckled, making Iván's blood boil at your lack of respect. "I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken, Mr. Pelayo. I don't cheat. I wasn't raised that way, unlike you. I just more skilled than your so-called cousin. I won his money, fair and square."

Iván narrowed his eyes, clenching his jaw and taking a seat in front of you on the other side of the table. "Alright." He sniffed, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "Let me try to win it back."

"Huh, didn't think you played poker. Thought the roulette wheel was more of your expertise."

"I've spend my whole life in casinos, everything is my expertise."

You hummed in amusement, shuffling your deck of cards once more before passing out his two cards and two of your own. "Fine, then let's see if luck is on your side tonight. And feel free to add some of your own money to the pot." You smirked, dropping it immediately upon taking a look at your cards.

Iván had a hard time keeping a straight face, with yours almost downcast and with his hand, there was no way he was losing. Guess the odds were in his favor tonight. Even though he knew he shouldn't, his cards were really decent and he was pretty sure he was going to win, so why not raise the stakes? "Raise." Iván called out, pushing his chips in the middle of the table.

"Call." You matched his bet, watching his expression intensely. "What's with the fedora?"

"You're not going to distract me. The flop, please."

You rolled your eyes, turning over the three cards in the center of the table. A king, an eight, and a three. Iván chuckled. "Something funny?" You quirked your head.

He quickly shook his head, "No, no."

"Hmm. Well, I'm all in. Let's just see our cards, shall we? You first."

Iván smirked. "Looks like I'll be taking that money back. Two pair. Eight and a three." He tipped his fedora at you, his expression smug.

You frowned, heaving a deep sigh. "Wow. That's a good hand, lucky hand really."

"Guess luck wasn't on your side tonight." He repeated to you.

"Oh, I don't know about that." You flipped your cards over, the reveal almost knocking the breath out of the man. "Three kings, three of a kind. Guess I beat you then, huh?"

"Que carajo..." Iván whispered to himself, removing his fedora to scratch his head. "You really had me fooled. I don't suppose you can be merciful and just give me the money anyway? My cousin was drunk and he's not supposed to gamble when he's drunk. He was gonna use that money to buy an engagement ring for his girlfriend. Just...please, I'm begging you."

You gave the man a sympathetic smile, gently leaning over the table. "How about this? I give you the money, and you do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"My father owns this casino, and some guy owns him money so, maybe you and your meathead over there can collect it and bring it back to me."

"And you can't do this yourself?"

"I'm usually the one to, but now finding myself here in this situation with you, I don't see the need."

Iván sighed. "Come on, really? I don't do that kind of thing. I'm more of a con man, not a mercenary."

"You wouldn't be a mercenary. It wouldn't be dangerous. This man is a family friend, he just owes us money, that's all. What did you think, that we were big time drug dealers or something?" You laughed. "You want your money back, don't you?"

"Fine. I'll get the money just so I can get my own money back. Jesus."

"Here," You slide over a piece of paper, "where you can find him. Tell him you're a friend of Y/n's, he'll trust you."

"Y/n? That's your name?"

You nodded. "Yeah."

"Hm, suits you."

To Iván's surprise, the collecting of your father's money went well. You weren't lying when you said the man was a friend, a little eccentric, but didn't seem sketchy enough to cause concern. Alfredo, of course, gave Iván crap for taking care of this errand for you, considering he thinks you stole his money. But what annoyed him more was Alfredo teasing him about having a crush on you. He didn't, he had only known you for an hour, tops. Sure, you were pretty and charming and had a cute smile and...whatever. He was doing this only to get his cousin's money back, that was it.

Plus, Iván still wasn't completely over his last relationship. He really thought Shui was the one, not that he ever believed in that kind of thing, but he really felt connected to her. But after finding out she was only with him for his money, he had to make the heartbreaking choice to break up with her. After all they went through together, just for it to end like that? It was a joke. He felt like a joke. But it didn't matter anymore. She didn't matter.

"Your father's money, bruja." Iván slammed the small bag full of money on the table of your office in the casino. "Now, my cousin's money, please."

"A resourceful one, aren't you?" You smirked, opening the bag and making sure the money was all there. "Good job, Mr. Pelayo. I'm afraid I underestimated you. My bad. Here's your cousin's precious money." But before Iván could take the stack of money, you pulled away.

"What now? I'm not going on another errand for you." Iván huffed angrily.

"No, I wouldn't ask that of you again, don't worry. In fact, I want to repay you for doing that for me." You spoke sultrily, rounding the office desk until you were at the man's side, running your hand up and down his arm slowly.

Iván's eyes darkened, examining your face intensely. "Repay me? I thought I was doing a favor for you?"

"Well, I'd like to return the favor." Before Iván could consider, you connected your lips with his, shoving off his fedora with one hand and rubbing his growing erection through his pants with the other.

"You're a little troublemaker, aren't you?" Iván parted to say, already panting in anticipation.

"Do you accept my offer?" You grinned slyly, already knowing what his answer would be due to how hard his cock was throbbing through his pants. Iván only replied with connecting your lips with his own once again, one of his hands sliding up your back to grip the hairs at the base of your skull and pulled on them roughly, causing your head to jerk back so he could have access to your exposed neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin. "I take that as a yes?" You giggled, a gasp getting caught in your throat as he suddenly squeezed your ass and giving it a light smack.

If one thing was missing for Iván, it was a rebound; and you seemed to be the perfect rebound. You felt so delicate, contrasting your straightforward manner and blunt way of speaking your mind. Soon attacking his tongue with yours, sloppily dancing together, he was surprised by how bold you were. Moaning into your mouth as you took his cock out of his trousers, slowly pumping it with your hand, kissing your way down his chest that you exposed by practically ripping off his buttoned up shirt, getting on your knees and looking up at him with an innocent looking smile.

"Jesucristo..." Iván groaned out as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly while your hand pumped the base. You must've been real appreciative of him running that errand for you. Iván let his head lull back, his blissed out expression facing the ceiling, his soft moans echoing around the small room along with your own that were muffled by his dick. It was a mistake to look back down at you; your slight tear-filled doe eyes from gagging on his cock looking up at him, it almost made him come right then and there, but he made you pull away before that could happen. "It seems poker is just one of many talents that you have." He smirked, kissing your soft lips as he lifted you up so you sat on your desk, slotting himself in between your legs.

"Hm," You smiled, "let's see if you, too, have other talents then beating the roulette wheel." You forcibly pushed Iván down to his knees by his shoulders, lifting your flared skirt up to your hips, revealing your already exposed and slick covered core.

Iván's eyes darkened even more, if that was even possible, to see you weren't wearing underwear this entire time. "Presumptuous, are you?"

You shrugged with a chuckle, wearing a confident smile on your face as you dug your heels into his back to force him closer until you could feel his hot and heavy breath fan over your glistening cunt. But that smile quickly got slapped off your face as he went in for the kill, his mouth swiftly and expertly devouring your pussy like a man starved, causing you to try and find purchase by gripping his hair like a lifeline. "Fuck-!" You cried out, feeling his tongue explore you, switching between teasing your entrance and full on sucking on your clit, the obscene sounds coming from the actions only adding to the shocks of pleasure and intense heat that flowed throughout your core, quickly threatening to break you in the best possible way.

Iván smirked against you as you twitched and writhed from the pleasure he was giving you, having to hold onto your hips with a bruising force so you couldn't move away from him. But with how close you were, he knew that wasn't even on your mind. You gasped and moaned with every shock of pleasure that ran through your core, every one growing in intensity until you felt that familiar excruciating feeling; Iván had pulled away, right when you were on the precipice. You had half a mind to place his fedora back on his head so you could just smack it off in frustration, but that thought only lasted half a second before he stood up and rammed his cock into you without warning.

"Iván!" You almost screamed as he thrusted in and out of you with abandon, keeping that same bruising hold on your hips, licking and biting at your neck until you winced from the sharp pressure. "Ugh, god..." You groaned loudly, tearing falling down your cheeks as the blunt tip of Iván's cock kept slamming into that special spot inside of you. You clawed at his back, your mind going dizzy as the pleasure and slight pain mixed together, but you didn't want it to end.

"You feel fuckin' amazing, querida." Iván panted, licking up one of your tears, resting his forehead against yours, keeping intense eye contact as he pounded into you roughly. "Come on my cock, hermosa. I wanna feel you." You squeaked as he reached down to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit, that paired with him stretching you so deliciously and already being so close before, it didn't take you less than a minute to reach your climax. "Oh, fuck..." Iván groaned as he felt your walls clench around him so tightly he could barely move, watching your face contort in euphoria with captivation.

Once you had ridden out your orgasm, Iván pulled out of you and pulled you off the desk, shoving your down to your knees. "Will you take my cum like a good girl?" He rubbed himself as he looked down at you, groaning at the sight of your innocent eyes and open mouth, anxiously waiting and ready to take his release.

"Yes, sir." You whined, your response fast tracking his orgasm, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth letting out such pretty moans as his release washed over him, white hot ropes of cum landing perfectly on your awaiting tongue. You moaned at the taste of him, swallowing every last drop, feeling pride swell in your chest as he praised you over and over again.

Iván brought you up from your knees, giving you one last exhausted kiss before dressing himself slowly, breathing heavily and clearly a little flustered. You smirked as you watched him, leaning against the desk and lighting a cigarette. "So, I take it you enjoyed yourself, Mr. Pelayo?" You inhaled a drag, the smoke rising up to the ceiling as you exhaled. He only scoffed, shaking his head as he threw on his suit jacket. "You seem quite tired. How long has it been since you've fucked someone, Mr. Pelayo?"

"Awhile." He said bluntly.

"Aw, bad breakup?" You asked somewhat condescendingly.

"None of your business."

"Oh, come on. Enlighten me."

"I don't have to tell you anything. It's not like we're gonna be seeing each other again. This was a one time thing, that's all. I appreciate it, and you giving my cousin's money back, but this is goodbye now."

You chuckled. "I doubt this is the last we'll be seeing each other, Mr. Pelayo."

Iván placed his fedora back on his head, then stepping towards you until you were face to face, his dark eyes boring into yours. "We won't be seeing each other again." He said plainly, turning and heading out of your office, rolling his eyes as you managed to get in the last word before he left the room.

"Yes, we will."

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I have no shame.

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