#andrea marowski x reader

[orions-quiver]

Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)

Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Andrea Marowski

• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.

• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.

• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.

• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).

• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.

• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.

• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.

• He was mesmerized.

• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.

• "Danke, Andrea."

• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ernst Schmidt

• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.

• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?

• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??

• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???

• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.

• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.

• It was cute and he couldn't complain.

• He did ask why though the next morning.

• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."

• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Niki Lauda

• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.

• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.

• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.

• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.

• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.

• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.

• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.

• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.

• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

• "I see you found my helmet."

• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"

• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Laszlo Kreisler

• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.

• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.

• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.

• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.

• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.

• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."

• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.

• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.

• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."

• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.

#daniel bruhl #the danny bunch #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #niki lauda #rush #ernst schmidt #the cloverfield paradox #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #daniel bruhl x reader #andrea marowski x reader #ernst schmidt x reader #niki lauda x reader #laszlo kreizler x reader #boyfriend scenario

[bruhlrunning]

psst, i rediscovered my love for daniel bruhl, is this fandom still alive?

Guess I should add: does anyone know where to watch Ich und Kaminski (Me and Kaminski)? I’m going crazy trying to find it 😅

#daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #laszlo kreizler x reader #niki lauda x reader #andrea marowski x reader #alex kerner x reader #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #requests open

[profeyandere]

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐌. ─── ☾ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃

Masterlist || Daniel Brühl Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Andrea Marowski x Fem!Reader

Warning: Reader is deaf

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The afternoon in the small Cornish seaside town had been quiet enough for you to have proposed to yourself to rest the rest of the day from the hectic morning you'd had at your little flower stall. You were surprised at the ease with which people came to feel sorry for you, you should have even been angry knowing the reason why the inhabitants of that town offered to help you and offer you more money than you asked for your beloved plants, but you couldn't turn down those kinds of incentives that helped you pay the bills at the end of the month. With no family to help you, no friends to turn to, or a partner to make the simple task of paying the bills easier, you couldn't turn down that extra money people offered you, even if you felt bad enough inside so that on some occasions you decided to return the extra coins that they gave you. Some mentioned that it was because of the good maintenance of the flowers, because of how you took care of them, or how dedicated you were to your profession, but you knew that it was just a lie invented by all of them so that you would not reject the only thing they could offer you.

Today, strangely, you had more work than usual and, to your surprise, at noon you were returning home empty-handed. All the flowers had been sold, and you had nothing else to offer to the public, so you decided to end your day when you saw a large mass of people heading towards the nearest church. You couldn't guide yourself by sounds, your birth condition had prevented you, but that didn't prevent you from finding out on your own what time the clock was showing, in this case observing how most of the town's citizens gathered to address themselves to church at noon.

Now, finally finding yourself home after having enjoyed a light meal and a sweet dessert, you were ready to continue your evening activities. Depending on the weather, and the day of the week that it was, you used to walk around the town, enjoying the tranquility that its inhabitants and its aesthetics gave you, or you would take a short walk along the small rocky beach that characterized the place, then taking with you some kind of book or notebook to entertain you for the next few hours in which you escaped from the world around you or at least tried to do so after meeting the Polish foreigner who came ashore.

Remembering Andrea made you smile unconsciously and let out a small laugh that you quickly stopped. The foreigner who had come to the coast was really charming, there was no other word for it. The news that a castaway had settled in the house of the two sisters caught the attention of all the neighbors, many of them asking about the identity of the stranger and his origin, but you did not become aware of the existence of that young man until, a few weeks after his arrival and his quick recovery, you ran into him in the market with Janet and Úrsula. Your first interaction was strange and quite awkward. While both sisters were at the vegetable stall, Andrea had diverted to the fruit stall, then met you and a kind smile that you gave him as a greeting, receiving from him an answer that you couldn't hear. As much as the boy tried to tell you his name and tried to hold a conversation with you, he was surprised that you didn't answer him and only looked at him with confusion and a guilty smile; you mentally thanked Janet when she made sure the Polish had moved away from her side. That good woman came to your rescue, explaining to you through agile hand movements who the stranger was and telling you everything Andrea had tried to tell you, later observing how the same woman exchanged words with the man to, you supposed, explain to him the condition of birth that you presented.

From that moment on, you were surprised that the young Polish always came to you to try to find out more about you. When the sisters explained to him in simple words that you couldn't hear anything, he decided to try to communicate with you at any cost, taking with him a small notebook that they had bought for him to learn English vocabulary, but this time he wanted to use it for you; Andrea was eager to meet you, to find out what had caused you that little dysfunction and if there was any way to help you. He was helpful and attentive, and you couldn't ask for more.

Thinking about your chance encounters had caused your heart to beat harder as the minutes passed, and the little crossword puzzle that you had decided to solve ended up being forgotten. A smile decorated your face and, although it was very common to see that display of happiness in you, the current one did not show cordiality, but joy, affection, and love.

You loved Andrea much more than you could imagine.

You hadn't even realized how caught up in your own thoughts you had been until you saw Andrea's tall figure appear on the dirt road that separated your little home from the village; you liked the tranquility, and although your deafness prevented you from hearing the noise of the inhabitants, you were grateful to have a more picturesque and rural landscape, to say good morning to you whenever you looked out the window and to the young Polish who had become so close to you, it seemed to please him too much to be in your home and enjoy the same thing that you liked. An even bigger smile came to your face when you saw him arrive jovially, watching how he raised his hand in the air to greet you so you would know that he was on his way to visit you, responding in the same way by imitating his action.

To your surprise, once he saw you reciprocate, he began to run the small stretch of land that separated you, caring little that he could get covered in the dust of it, reaching the porch of your house in less time than it usually took him. The astonishment was in effect on your face because your raised eyebrows and your slightly open mouth showed that feeling, not only because of the way in which he had approached you with such urgency but because of the careless appearance he had at that moment; his usual shirt in whitish tones was over his pants, his skin was slightly wet with sweat from the strong sun that still illuminated the town and his hair was completely disheveled from the light wind and the fast run he had done to you.

You've never seen him look so casual.

You got up from the small rocking chair in which you had taken a seat several hours ago and, once you were face to face with the Polish, you slowly raised your hands to comb his short hair. You both looked into each other's eyes and, although inside you felt that you could explode with emotion for being able to have him so close to you, you tried to avoid smiling even more than you were already doing, then diverting your gaze to a completely different point than not her eyes, while hers were still watching you carefully; he felt that his heart was going to break out of his chest and he couldn't wait any longer, or he knew that he would end up dying before telling you what was so important and that he had kept hidden for so long.

Andrea suddenly pulled away from you, leaving you completely confused and embarrassed. He didn't notice it until he saw your confused look change to a more scared one, beginning to rant out loud in a fusion of English and Polish to tell you how he didn't want to make you feel bad and the real reason he had gone to visit you that day was for a slightly more personal, moving his hands quickly and awkwardly in an attempt to express himself better without making sure, or remembering, that you couldn't hear him. Not even you, with the little training you'd had over the years in trying to read other people's lips, were able to understand what he wanted to tell you. Andrea did not know English at all, he moved his lips very quickly, and he often used his native language to say those words that he did not know how to pronounce or translate into the language that you knew; there was a language barrier, and you were getting scared at times.

It was then that the Polish stopped his speech.

Your deafness was always a negative point in your interactions with others, and now you felt worse for not knowing how to calm Andrea down or communicate with him. He hadn't brought his notebook, you could tell by the desperate way he moved his hands and fingers to express himself through sign language, but it was useless. You just didn't understand him.

He had tried every possible way. He couldn't tell you with words, he didn't know how to express himself with the language you knew perfectly, and his patience was running out.

Andrea took days to make the perfect declaration of love for you. When he realized the feelings he harbored towards you, which at first he mistook for friendship, he wanted to go looking for you as soon as possible to express what he felt, but when he realized that he wouldn't know exactly what to say to you, he started to work on himself to make you see how much he cared for you. At first, he wrote his feelings in his notebook, trying to describe them in the most natural way possible, and once he had in his hands a set of paragraphs that combined perfectly to make a decent statement, he spoke to the two sisters who had loved him so much care and that they cared for him to teach him sign language. When they both found out that this sudden interest came from the obvious affection he felt towards you, they didn't take long to get down to work to help him, even if Ursula was slightly damaged by the implicit rejection she had received from the young man.

He had tried for weeks to be perfect for you, to study and learn to show you how much he loved you and now, that he had you in front of him, he didn't know what else to do to express how much he appreciated you. He was nervous, he was afraid, and having you in front of him didn't help him much.

You noticed Andrea's obvious anxiety and, once your heart had calmed down, you decided to try to calm him down, but that's when one of his hands reached for one of yours and quickly directed it to his chest, precisely the place where his heart was. which, latent, pumped with such force that it surprised you. You carefully observed the difference in sizes between your hands, allowing yours to extend as far as it could to cover the entire area of his chest and unconsciously stroking the scratchy material of his shirt, focusing on the pounding of his heart, feeling how your cheeks were starting to get hotter and hotter from the blush that was settling there.

Andrea made sure of the slightly reddish tones that appeared on your face, smiling softly when he saw that perhaps he had done the right thing by acting that way. He could say openly that he had proposed and you, from what she could see in your eyes and the expression on your face, seemed to reciprocate. The boy took a couple of steps towards you, shortening the distance that separated you more and more until your bodies were completely together in front of the other; at that moment you could feel his breath those inches away from you. By then, your hand was entwined with his, while the other had changed course to place it on your cheek, caressing it with soft touches as if you were the most beautiful creature in all the world.

"I love you."

You didn't listen to his words, you wish you had, but you managed to understand him perfectly when you met his gaze again, seeing how it flashed and the smile he had grew a little bigger for having managed to find a way to make you see his feelings. It was only a few seconds later when he began to slowly lean in so that his lips met yours in a shy touch that you strengthened once you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him properly, feeling your hearts beat faster than you ever could. have imagined.

Then you realized that an action was worth a thousand words.

#andrea marowski #andrea #marowski #andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski x you #andrea marowski x oc #reader #you #oc #daniel brühl #andrea marowski imagines #daniel brühl imagines #ladies in lavender

[lost-in-sokovia]

𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈𝓀𝒾 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

꙳= indicates a drabble

> dad!andrea headcanons

#andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski x you #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender

[lifeontoast]

HEY, YOU! Yes, you!

Do you like Paul Dano?

Do you like Daniel Brühl?

Then please, come over to my blog and request away! I’m always looking for requests for these two so don’t be shy!

Check out what I will and won’t write here!

Check out the characters I write for here!

My requests are OPEN!

(PS if a character you want isn’t on my list of characters, feel free to make a request anyway and I will watch the TV show/movie they are in if I can!)

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[bruhlsbees]

BRUHLSBEES OLD WORKS MASTERLISTS

a new and improved masterlist for all of my daniel bruhl, owen wilson, luke wilson, and murray bauman work. lately i've been on the cusp of getting back into a writing kick and a lot of my motivation for some of these pieces have gone right out the window (sorry to all my early followers). as much as i'd like to just delete these fics and move on i know some people do enjoy them so you'll find a lot of my early work either in the 'retired' section or in the 'early works' section. some retired pieces may be worked on in the future, but for now they'll remain in the void. thanks for understanding and hopefully i'll get more stuff out soon! :')

S MEANS SMUT

RETIREMENT HOME

garden of eden (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sweet disposition (alex kerner x reader) - click here

paradox burning (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here

to the end (niki lauda x reader) - click here

second chance (writer!daniel x reader) - click here

FINISHED PIECES

bubbles (helmut zemo x reader) - part one & two (s)

five more minutes (helmut zemo x reader) - click here

it was real enough (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

the haunting of heike zemo (helmut zemo x heike zemo) - click here

behind the mask (helmut zemo x reader) - click here (s)

i'm going in tonight (alex kerner x reader) - click here (s)

opposites attract (alex kerner x reader) - click here

baby paula (alex kerner x reader) - click here

at the cabin (alex kerner x reader - click here

dancing in the rain (alex kerner x reader) - click here

sapphire strings (andrea marowski x reader) - click here

modern!flatmate! andrea x reader headcannons - nsfw version & sfw version

broken wing (dr. laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

bloodlust (vampire! laszlo kreizler x reader) - click here

kachow (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)

good luck charm (niki lauda x reader) - click here (s)

jackpot (dark!daniel x reader) - click here (s)

tom foolery (clowniel x reader) - part one & two (s)

the first time (ernst schmidt x reader) - click here (s)

welcome home (chris burnett x reader) - click here

better man (ken hutchinson x reader) - click here (s)

the last night (anthony adams x reader) - click here

knock three times (murray bauman x reader) - click here (s)

murray bauman nsfw alphabet - part one & two (s)

#bruhlsbees old works masterlist #daniel brühl #owen wilson #luke wilson #brett gelman

[f1yogurt]

Fic Masterlist - f1yogurt

AO3 Link - much more organized than this list (and includes tags)

Taglist - please fill this out if you would like to be tagged in my fics

** indicates smut and Minors DNI 18+ fics

Daniel Brühl Characters

(It's my goal to eventually have at least one fic written for each of his characters so stay tuned.)

The Danny Bunch Headcanons

kinks** - sub! hc's about the boys and their kinks

facial hair - danny bunch and facial hair

Helmut Zemo

A Long Day - sleepy cuddles, Zemo x gn!Reader

Baron of Mine - spy!AU, Zemo x fem!Reader

Flirting with Royalty - Baron Zemo x servant!Reader

Pretty in Purple** - sub!Zemo x Dora Milaje

Hold Me Tight - huddling for warmth, Bucky x Zemo

Laszlo Kreizler

smut prompt drabble** - Laszlo x gn!Reader

Niki Lauda (find more in Classic F1 RPF)

Snapshot in the Fast Lane** - set in 70s F1, Niki x fem! photographer Reader

That Ferrari Jacket** - technically RPF but it's smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader

drunk!Niki headcanons

Andrea Marowski

Subby thoughts for Andrea** - sub!Andrea

Sebastian Zöllner

What a Brat Gets** - you teach Seb a lesson in patience, sub!Sebastian x Reader

Lieutenant Horstmayer

You're My Lifeline** - an A/B/O Joyeux Noel fic with omega!Horstmayer x alpha!Audebert x beta!Gordon (on temporary hiatus)

Cross My Fingers - part of the Joyeux Noel Halloween fic challenge! Horstmayer whump.

Dirk (All Together)

For Old Times' Sake** - sub!Dirk x fem!Reader (on temporary hiatus)

Classic F1 RPF

Snapshot in the Fast Lane** - set in 70s F1, Niki x fem! photographer Reader

Pit Stop - the first meeting (based on true events) between Niki & James

Love Will Keep Us Together - Niki, James, and many other classic F1 boys partying it up

That Ferrari Jacket** - smut involving Niki's racing jacket, sub!Niki x gn!Reader

In My Blood - a Niki Lauda drabble

Breakfast In Bed - a sleepy morning with Niki x James x John

drunk!Niki headcanons

#my fanfic #daniel brühl #niki lauda #daniel bruhl fanfiction #fic masterlist #f1yogurt #classic f1 fanfic #andrea marowski #laszlo kreizler #helmut zemo #baron zemo #the danny bunch #lieutenant horstmayer

[italianraviolos]

(1st of March 2022)

I'm currently in Paris with my father who's a PAIN IN THE ASSHOLE.

He complains about everything, he doesn't want to visit anything...

He's definitely testing my limits to see how much it takes to bring me to commit homocide.

So, this morning I visited Orsay Museum without him, and this led me to think about...

HOW WOULD DANIEL BRÜHL'S CHARACTERS REACT TO VISITING MUSEUMS?

1) LAZSLO KREIZLER

Everything started with this motherf*cker right here.

I literally thought "Lazslo would never do this to me, he would love to be here and watch all this paintings, he would love to comment the author, their style and to tell me the stories of all these paintings".

He would be the one to ask you to go to museums (O MY I LOVE THAT THING), he would ask you to join him, and if you do, he would definitely be your guide through every kind of exhibition.

(this is a clear symptom of a big dick)

I don't want to support mansplaining, but, I would stay there hours with him explaining things about whatever the museum is...

Also, eating at a cafe after the show or the visit and commenting what you've seen...

SO HOT

2) HELMUT ZEMO

He would buy you the museum.

End of the story.

I firmly believe that, at the first occasion you mention your will to go in a particular museum, he would instantly call the owner and ask for a private visit and telling them that he's willing to pay... A lot...

Also, I believe he's probably highly educated, being the Baron he is.

Guiding you through the museum and telling you the stories of the paintings, sculptures and the authors.

"museum date" wouldn't be the most popular option between you two, but I like to think, once or twice a month he'd be like "hey you know, there's this show of this famous artist, I was thinking we could go together".

Again...

SO HOT

3) ALEX KERNER

I'm sure as hell I would end up kicking him in the face...

I'm sure he would be all whiny and would bitch around for staying in front of a statue for more then three seconds...

He would complain every two seconds and ask perpetually when we are leaving.

He would rather prefer do other things instead of museum (I think I made it quite clear), but maybe he would agree to come with you if this makes you happy.

But that doesn't mean he's gonna enjoy it and that he's not going to bitch about it...

4) NIKI LAUDA

Only if it's about something that he likes too.

I imagine a museum about cars or motors or stuff related to F1.

So here we have two possible endings, one good and one bad.

The good one, happens if you like the same things.

He would love to come with you to cars related shows and museums, and explain to you how things work and their history.

The bad one, happens if you have different interests.

Prepare yourself to go around art shows and museums all alone, or with a bratty and bitchy Niki.

5) ANDREA MAROWSKI

This is a difficult one to identificate.

He plays the violin, so I believe he has an advanced knowledge of music and its history and probably a good level of general culture, probably above an average person.

BUT

His childish attitude and his hyperactivity will definitely influence his interest and his attention in a museum.

So for this one, I believe he would gladly come with you, and he would actually enjoy it, but not for an excessive amount of time.

Let's say, no more then 2 hours.

THOSE ARE THE ONES I WANTED TO ANALYZE TODAY, IF YOU HAVE DIFFERENT HEADCANONS FROM MINE AND/OR HEADCANONS FOR OTHER CHARACTERS, PLEASE LET'S START A CHIT CHAT IN THE COMMENT, I LOVE THAT THING.

Bye Lovies ❤️

#daniel brühl smut #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl x reader #zemo x reader #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl icons #laszlo kreizler #baron zemo #helmut zemo #andrea marowski x you #andrea marowski x reader #andrea #andrea marowski #the alienist #rush #rush 2013 #niki x reader #niki x y/n #niki x you #niki lauda #alex kerner #goodbye lenin #alex kerner x reader

[babybluebex]

— 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⁎⁺˳✧༚

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧; 𝐟𝐚𝐪 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠; 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

₊˚.༄ series masterlists

good doctor kreizler [FINISHED] (laszlo kreizler, the alienist)

₊˚.༄ daniel brühl (rpf)

off to the races (smut) (d.b x reader x christoph waltz)

₊˚.༄ baron helmut zemo (cacw, 2016/tfatws, 2021)

sucker for pain (smut)

chokehold (smut)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

me and my husband (fluff&angst)

next week (fluff&angst)

bliss (angst)

hand kisses (fluff)

madripoor dancing (fluff)

forehead kisses (fluff)

airport (fluff)

shut up (fluff)

₊˚.༄ dr. laszlo kreizler (the alienist, 2018-)

laszlo & period sex headcanons (smut)

fuck it (fluff)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

₊˚.༄ niki lauda (rush, 2013)

nsfw alphabet (smut)

post-crash headcanons (smut)

₊˚.༄ daniel weltz (nebenan/next door, 2021)

ego (smut)

₊˚.༄ jan weingartner (the edukators, 2004)

some people never change (smut)

headcanons 1 (fluff&smut)

headcanons 2 (fluff&smut)

jan polaroids 1 (fluff&smut)

jan polaroids 2 (fluff&smut)

burden of proof (fluff)

₊˚.༄ markus baasweiler/schnubbi (schule, 2000)

headcanons 1 (fluff)

₊˚.༄ alex kerner (goodbye lenin!, 2003)

nsfw alex headcanons (smut)

goal! (fluff)

trans!alex headcanons (fluff&smut&angst)

₊˚.༄ ernst schmidt (cloverfield paradox, 2018)

a long, long time (angst)

₊˚.༄ andrea marowski (ladies in lavender, 2004)

modern!andrea headcanons (fluff)

modern!andrea headcanons 2 (fluff)

₊˚.༄ the danny bunch™ 

what kinks the danny bunch™ has (smut)

how the danny bunch™ kiss/hold hands (fluff)

how the danny bunch™ cuddle (fluff)

reactions to “put a baby in me” (smut)

ice skating date with the danny bunch (fluff)

the danny bunch getting jealous(smut/fluff/angst)

which are doms, subs, and switches

reactions to you actually being pregnant (fluff)

songs associated with dani characters

#daniel bruhl masterlist #zemo #baron zemo #laszlo kreizler #zemo fanfiction #baron zemo fanfiction #laszlo kreizler fanfiction #zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #laszlo kreizler x reader #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #the alienist #the alienist spoilers #andrea marowski #andrea marowski fanfiction #andrea marowski x reader #the danny bunch

[orions-quiver]

Daniel Characters I Write For

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Alexander Kerner (Good Bye, Lenin!)

Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender)

Checo (Paradise Mall)

Dirk (All Together)

Erik Jan Hanussen (The King's Man)

Ernst Schmidt (The Cloverfield Paradox)

Father Antonio (Intruders)

Fredrick Zoller (Inglourious Basterds)

Helmut Zemo (Captain America: Civil War and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier)

István Thurzó (The Countess)

Jan Weingartner (The Edukators)

Laszlo Kreisler (The Alienst)

Niki Lauda (Rush)

Paul Krantz (Love in Thoughts)

Tony Belardi (Burnt)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

List is subject to change as I consume every film and television show that Daniel is in that I possibly can. Requests are open, just send an ask! They can be a full fic, some Danny Bunch headcanons, or even individual headcanons! I also write any genre with any form of reader (male, female, gnc, gender neutral, trans, ect)! Just let me know for anything specific!

#daniel bruhl #alex kerner #helmut zemo #erik jan hanussen #ernst schmidt #paul krantz #fredrick zoller #daniel brühl #alex kerner x reader #helmut zemo x reader #erik jan hanussen x reader #ernst schmidt x reader #istvan thurzo #the countess #ca:cw #captain america: civil war #andrea marowski #andrea marowski x reader #ladies in lavender #the danny bunch #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader #the alienist #dirk #all together #checo #paradise mall #father antonio #intruder #tony belardi

[mypoisonedvine]

𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 || sub!Andrea Marowski x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 || he loves being your puppy, and he's quite well-trained if a little rambunctious. and you love being his mommy, though you've absolutely spoiled him rotten.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 || 3.5k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 || smut (oral f and m receiving, penetrative sex, handjobs, frottage/dry humping) dom/sub dynamics, md/lb dynamics (kinda), pet play (but it's pretty light, like no collars or food bowls or anything), 'puppy' and 'good boy' petnames, mommy kink, public sex/exhibitionism (nobody actually sees tho!)

In a lot of ways, Andrea was already very much like a puppy: whenever you came home, he jumped up and ran to the door to hug you tightly and kiss your face all over; he loved to walk along the beach or through the woods, but was easily distracted by animals or flowers or a pretty shell or pinecone to hand you; he enjoyed scratches behind the ear, head pets and belly rubs, and biscuits as a reward for good behavior; and, perhaps most of all, he had a tendency to whine, beg, and pout when he wanted something.

Slipping into his puppy space was less about entering a secondary state of being for him, and more like acknowledging the parts of himself he’d been taught to hide until he met you.

You knew by now how to tell when he was in that state of mind, you could sense it sometimes before he even knew; like tonight, when you woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of his body pressed right up to yours, his breaths coming hot and fast against your neck— and most notably, his cock rubbing up on your thigh.

The poor thing was humping your leg, literally. "Mommy," he whispered weakly into the dark.

"Oh, puppy, are you being bad?"

He shook his head quickly as he pouted a bit, but didn't stop rocking his hips. "I-I didn't wanna wake you up…"

"But you know only bad puppies act so naughty," you reminded him, "and good puppies ask their mommy for help when they're feeling needy."

He hesitated for a second, conflicted on what he should do. It was somewhat out of character for him; he was normally quite well-behaved, unendingly eager to please. “Will you… will you please help me, mommy?” he finally asked quietly, and you smiled as you turned on your side to face him, reaching down between your bodies to grasp his cock through his pyjama trousers. He choked a little but began to rub himself against your hand before you could even slip your hand inside and touch him without any barriers.

“What got you so excited, puppy?” you asked gently.

“Had a dream,” he explained. “Y-your mouth was on me…”

“And that made your cock all hard and leaky, huh?” you pressed, chuckling when he nodded and whimpered as you twisted your hand at the end of each long, slow stroke.

“M-more, please,” he breathed. “I need more, just a li’l bit more, please?”

“Yeah? What do you need?”

“Need to be inside you,” he sighed.

“That’s a lot more!” you laughed, and he whined as he leaned forward to bury his face against your neck.

“Mommy, please!” he cried. “I-I’ll be really good, I’ll make you feel good. Can I please fuck you, Mommy?”

You were always a sucker for him talking like that, and he knew it; you nodded and he was already on top of you in an instant, kissing your face as he started to reach beneath himself to push up your nightgown and spread your legs.

“Thank you,” he breathed, “I’m gonna be so good for you, Mommy.”

“I know, puppy,” you smiled, “you always are.”

He didn’t waste much time slipping himself inside you, in fact he didn’t waste any time at all, so it was a good thing you were already plenty wet from seeing him beg and whine so well.

You let your head fall back against the down pillow, lips spilling out his name in a sigh as he filled you to the brim. He wasn’t particularly experienced, and a little too submissive to be particularly skilled, but he was so enthusiastic and he had a great cock— just thick enough to stretch you the way you craved, just long enough to press so deep into you that you could feel it a little the next day. And you loved that feeling, it reminded you of how good your puppy had been for you which kept you in the mood to spoil him.

He whimpered and moaned weakly as he thrusted into you, making you smile in bemusement at his neediness. “How does it feel, puppy?” you asked, mocking him slightly since the answer was obvious.

“F-feels really good, Mommy,” he stammered.

He always rushed in times like this, impatiently chasing the pleasure that your body gave him so effortlessly. Already he was picking up the pace, moaning louder and gripping your hips to keep himself stable. Luckily, you found it cute, otherwise you would probably have to punish him for it.

Suddenly, he reached under your nightgown and grabbed handfuls of your chest, gasping as he pinched your hardened nipples. Andrea absolutely had a fixation on your breasts, always begging you for just a glimpse or a touch or a taste— but it was never enough, he always wanted more. You were happy to give it to him, though, and even now the way he groped them desperately made your walls bear down on him suddenly.

You heard him choke on his own throat at the feeling, squeezing your tits harder to make you do it again. “Ah, ah,” he panted weakly, and his sweet little noises only turned you on more.

“You’re doing so good,” you cooed softly, struggling to keep your voice from wavering due to your own moans. “You’re such a good little puppy, fuck, my sweet boy…”

“Mommy,” he sobbed, “can I come? Please?”

You wanted to laugh at his poor stamina, but you held it back. “Not yet, puppy, you know Mommy always comes first,” you reminded him, though that was only partly true; you weren’t counting all those times you randomly stroked him and let him come for you just because he was clearly a little needy and you felt like helping him. The rule was more of a guideline, and mainly applied when mutual pleasure was involved— like now.

And Andrea, forced to follow this rule, whined a bit as he dug his fingers deeper into your hips. “Please, I— I’m so close, I can’t last very long, Mommy, not when you’re s-so warm…”

“Then you need to work harder to make me come— c’mon puppy, you know how,” you instructed.

That he did; he reached down between your bodies to begin circling two fingers over your bud, not particularly precise but still effective enough. At the same time he licked desperately at your neck, finding the spot that made your back arch and focusing on it hardest.

It was working, and pretty damn fast, but apparently still not fast enough.

“Please, please come, Mommy,” he whimpered, “please, I wanna make you come, oh fuck, please? Am I being good? Am I a good puppy?”

“Yes, yes,” you chanted, holding onto his arms like you feared you’d somehow lose your balance while lying down. “Yes, just a little more— I’m gonna come, puppy.”

He whined through his teeth and fucked you faster; you could feel his cock flexing against your walls, you knew it was taking every ounce of his willpower to hold himself back, and just imagining him so close to the edge from fucking you for just a few minutes helped propel you to your own bliss.

The absolute second that you started to come (he could tell by the way your channel began to grip him and you choked out a gasp), he spilled over the edge with you— and inside you. You only let the both of you catch your breath for a second before you got on him for that: "Oh, puppy, did you make a mess?” you tutted in faux disapproval. "You know you have to clean that up."

He swallowed for a moment before pulling out with a little wince and sliding down under the covers— and suddenly licking right over your opening, making you gasp before you could stop yourself. "Like this, Mommy?"

"Yeah, puppy, like that," you agreed, moaning as he licked you again. "Don't stop until you've cleaned up every drop of the mess you made."

Right away he slipped his tongue inside you, lapping up his own seed and humming excitedly. "You like the way we taste together, don't you?" you realised with a smirk, and he nodded against you.

"Yes, mommy, tastes really really good," he agreed eagerly.

“Come back up here and let me taste it, too, then,” you purred, and he popped right back out to hover above you and give you a sloppy, hungry kiss. You opened your mouth to kiss him back, letting your tongue slide over his as he moaned softly into your mouth.

The kiss deepened and yet slowed down at the same time, both of you relaxing and wrapping your arms around each other. He let out the quietest little yelp when you gently bit his lip, making you smile against him.

“You’re a very good boy, Andrea,” you approved quietly as he turned you both to lay on your sides, still lazily kissing while his hands clenched at your back. “You like being a good puppy for me?”

He nodded slightly, though you could tell he was completely exhausted and already starting to fall back asleep.

“C’mon, just cuddle up to me and go back to sleep, baby,” you cooed, smiling as he obeyed right away, pulling you closer and finding that way his head fit perfectly in the crook of your neck.

“I love you so much, Mommy,” he mumbled sleepily as he nuzzled against you, holding you tight.

“I love you even more, puppy,” you whispered back with a kiss to his head, drifting off to sleep almost as quickly as he did.

~

He stumbled into the kitchen, his hair all a mess and his hands still rubbing his eyes— but apparently the smell of breakfast had been enough to tempt him out of bed. “Good morning,” you greeted with a chuckle. “You slept pretty late.”

“Well, there was a little interruption in the middle of my sleep,” he remembered with a tilted smile as he sat down at the table.

“A little interruption indeed… you didn’t even last five minutes,” you reminded him, hoping to see him get all embarrassed the way you loved so much.

“Yeah, well, neither did you,” he smirked in return; you forgot sometimes that he wasn’t always as naïve and helpless as he got when he was completely in puppy mode.

“Is sunny side up alright?” you asked, turning your attention back to the eggs in the skillet and changing the subject before he caught you flustered by his comment.

“Yes, sounds great,” he agreed, “need any help?”

“No, you just get yourself something to drink and it’ll be ready in just a minute,” you decided, and he just filled a glass with water from the sink before returning to his seat at the table.

Truth be told, you enjoyed serving him like this. It wasn’t a submissive thing; just a caring thing, just knowing that he needed you. Plus, he was so adorable when he smiled up at you as you placed a plate in front of him. “Thank you, Mommy,” he hummed happily before grabbing his fork and knife, and you wondered if he even noticed that he’d called you by the title… you could remember when he was so ashamed of it that he would only do it in the throes of passion right as he came. Then he’d warmed up to it a little and used it more liberally in the bedroom, but only recently had he started using it outside of those times. In fact, he was using it more and more— and you loved it so much, it still made your heart swell every time.

When your own food was ready not too much later, you took a seat across from him and ate with him in a silence that was anything but awkward. Nothing needed to be said; you just liked to watch him look at you or look out the window at the scenery. “Looks nice out,” he noticed.

“Yeah, the weather should be really nice today,” you agreed. "Do you wanna go out for a walk today, Andrea?"

"Yes please," he beamed at you again. "Can we walk in the park?"

"Sure, baby, wherever you want," you cooed. "You've been very good, you deserve it."

So, he clutched your hand in his, swinging your arm a bit, as the two of you strolled along the pavement in the park that afternoon, admiring the fall foliage in every direction. His desire to jump into a pile of crunchy leaves was dampened when you reminded him there might be spiders in it… Andrea was quite afraid of spiders.

And thunderstorms. And doctor’s visits. Like any puppy would be. Sometimes you thought maybe he had really been one in a past life, or one who made a wish to be a real boy or something like that…

“Do you ever think about trees?” he asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“I mean, do you think about what trees must be thinking?”

“I’m not sure trees… do much thinking,” you replied, narrowing your eyes a bit.

“But what if they do!” he chirped. “What do they think about? Are they jealous of us walking around, or do they just think it’s strange?”

You let out a snort, squeezing his hand a little tighter. “You’re such a silly boy,” you teased lovingly.

You spared a glance down at the pavement; “Oh, Andrea, your shoe’s untied,” you noticed with a sigh, both of you stopping in your tracks, “here, let me fix it for you…”

Before he could really say anything, you knelt at his feet and retied his laces. It only took a moment, during which a biker whizzed by and gave you both a quick wave, and you patted his foot through the shoe quickly before you stood up. When you met his gaze again, that was when you knew something had gone slightly wrong (or, perhaps, exactly right).

Maybe it was because you had been kneeling in front of him, maybe it was just that you’d shown a little bit of your caregiver side out in public like this, or maybe it was just one of those random things that happened to him just because he was young… but Andrea was obviously getting hard.

You noticed not from looking at his trousers but just by seeing the look on his face, hearing him clear his throat nervously, and most unambiguously, the way he suddenly requested that you two sit on a nearby bench rather than keep walking.

He sort of crossed his legs, clearly hoping to keep it from being visible, but you didn’t need to see his growing bulge to know it was there. You licked your lips a little as you watched him look around, apparently attempting to seem nonchalant but only managing to look more anxious than ever.

You thought he looked so unstoppably cute trying to hide his erection, tugging at his slacks and biting his lip ever so slightly. "Are you ready to get up from the bench?" you asked, pretending not to know why he shook his head so fervently. "Do you wanna go home?"

"N-no," he answered quickly, "not… not right now…"

You leaned in a little closer, hearing him breathe a little heavier. "Are you feeling needy, puppy?" you whispered in his ear, grinning when he nodded awkwardly. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"We're in public," he whispered back.

"That doesn't matter," you explained, "it's my job to take care of you. If you need help, I'll help you."

"B-but someone might see," he whined, jumping slightly as you ran your hand up his thigh.

"Take your cock out and show me what you need help with, puppy," you instructed; he was clearly stressed by the idea, hands shaking and cheeks turning that perfect pink shade as he unbuttoned his fly, reaching into his boxers and pulling his hard, swollen cock out into the open air. He hissed in a breath through his teeth as you wrapped one hand around it, and the other started to unbutton the front of your dress.

Slowly you began to stroke him, watching his face twist in restrained pleasure; precum had already gathered at his tip, and when you smeared it around to smooth out some of the friction, he bucked his hips up slightly into your palm.

"See how worked up you are, puppy?" you sighed. "You shouldn't have waited so long to tell me you needed me to touch you."

He gasped as you opened your dress enough to show your bra, which you pulled aside as well to give him a full view of your chest. "Oh, mommy," he whispered.

"You can touch me while I help you," you offered, and you'd hardly even finished saying it before his hands jumped right up to your breasts and massaged them, his lip catching between his teeth as you tightened your grip on his cock. “Is that better?”

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, “oh god…”

“What’s wrong?” you cooed pityingly.

“Somebody might walk by,” he replied in a nervous whisper.

“So you’d better finish quickly before anybody does,” you returned quickly. “Can you do that, puppy? Can you come for me?”

“Kiss me,” he whispered. “Please? I’ll come faster if you kiss me…”

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, feeling his grip on your chest squeeze just a bit harder as he opened his mouth and let you slip your tongue between his teeth.

You kissed him for a while as you felt his cock start to flex against your hand a bit. You could tell all his energy was building up, you could feel it in the way he kissed you more fervently and groped your tits when even more reckless neediness. Hoping to push him even further, you stroked him faster and egged on every little weak moan from him with an encouraging nod.

He pulled back first, staring down at you through his lashes. “Y-you’re so pretty, mommy,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” you grinned, watching him swallow as he nodded. “Thank you, baby— I think you’re pretty, too. The most beautiful puppy in the whole wide world.”

“O-oh,” he croaked, “m’close… I’m— I’m gonna come, Mommy, can I come?”

“Yeah, puppy, go ahead,” you nodded, “I’m just gonna make sure we don’t leave a mess in the park, okay?”

He nodded, not seeming to understand what that meant: that is, until you leaned down and suckled on the head of his cock while you kept stroking the rest. “Oh!” he gasped, a bit too loud, his hand finding a tight grip on your hair in surprise. “Ohhhh, M-Mommy,” he groaned, obviously trying to be quieter but struggling a bit, “I-I… I’m coming…”

You sucked a little harder as he started to shoot ropes of come to the back of your throat, coating your tongue almost faster than you could swallow it down. You squeezed your fingers and suckled at his tip, trying to get out every last drop. You kept going until his come was drained and his moans shifted from pleasure to pain (a subtle change that you could tell pretty well by now), and you decided to give him a break. As much as you loved overstimulating him and hearing him struggle between begging for mercy and begging for more, now was not the time and here was not the place.

Instead, you just swallowed what was left and sat up with a smile, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as he awkwardly stuffed his cock back into his pants.

“Feeling a little better, honey?” you prompted with a smirk, watching him nod quickly while he caught his breath.

“I was so afraid somebody would see,” he admitted nervously.

"You were so so good, puppy, letting mommy help you," you praised, seeing him smile bashfully as you booped him on the nose with your fingertip. You quickly stood up off the bench and pulled him up with you, wrapping your arms around his waist. "How about we go to the soda fountain and have a little treat? Since you've been so good?"

That certainly got his attention. "Can I get ice cream, mommy? With sprinkles?"

"Yes, but don't eat it too fast or you'll get a tummy ache like last time," you warned as you started to guide him to walk alongside you, towards the way to the soda fountain..

"But I kinda like when you rub my tummy 'cause it's hurting," he admitted with a shy grin, starting to swing your arm again as he held your hand.

“Well, I’ll give you a belly rub when we get home, whether or not it’s hurting, so there’s no reason to stuff your face,” you decided.

Even though he paced himself with his dessert this time, he ended up telling you that his tummy hurt when you got home anyways— just so you’d let him lay his head on your lap while you played with hair, rubbing his stomach and back when he asked for it, forgoing ‘I told you so’s for soft little coos of ‘poor puppy’ instead. He decided then to fake being sick a little more often, just because he loved how tenderly and thoroughly you cared for him.

And maybe you knew he was faking it, but neither of you minded him being spoiled so much.

#andrea marowski x reader #sub!andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski smut

[lovearne]

Not quite sure when I wrote these

But here's 3 Danny characters when you call them handsome

Andrea

When your relationship just started blooming, he would get so shy around you. It was cute, he would get all rosy checked when you tell him he is handsome.

When you tell him randomly now he still blushes. He will be at his music stand learning a new song and you can just sneak up behind him, hugging him and telling him he's a handsome boy. And he'll be all red, stuttering for his words.

Like the baby he is he will whine at you for interrupting him, and end up kissing you anyways. And thanking you for the surprise compliment, hanging onto you as the baby boy he is.

Schmidt

When you call him handsome, he's the type to smile like a dumbass. He will look at you with those beautiful brown eyes like you are the center of his universe. He's the type to pull you into a hug at any waking moment, and just squeeze you. Just living in the moment and loving that you are there with him. Maybe you are sitting out, watching the stars, and you look at him covered by the starlight, and looking at the sky. Telling him he's handsome in that moment gains his attention completely, looking back up at the sky as he moves to pull you against him, humming contentedly as the pair snuggle together in the cold.

Zemo

He will just give you one of these ;3. You would wake up, him not in the bed. Walking out to the kitchen he is there, getting the morning tea ready in nothing but his house robe. His hair swept to the side, necklace hanging against his slightly exposed chest. And his bare feet standing on the cold floor. His face has a look of absolute concentration. You lean against the other side of the island, and admire him. Telling him he is handsome while studying him. He will simply look up and do the cute little :3 smile and the little puff of air let out when he chuckles is so cute yoy wanna just keep complimenting him. But he rounds rather corner, placing the tea in front of you and acting a kiss on the side of your forehead. Passing you by, in favor for his reading corner.

#andrea marowski x reader #andrea marowski #ernst schmidt #ernst schmidt x reader #helmut semo #helmut zemo x reader #zemo x reader #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl x reader

[lost-in-sokovia]

the danny bunch hearing you sing in the shower

this idea popped into my head last night while i was showering and tbh i couldn’t resist so here y’all go

alex kerner: when he’d hear you he’d probably stop for a minute and press his ear against the door and listen, just reveling in how cute it is. if you’re singing a song from the 80’s or 90’s he’d get all hyped up and start bouncing and literally would probably start screaming the song alone with you, to which you’d probably screech and freeze up for a minute at how surprised you are. once you get out and you open the door he’s standing there with this stupid grin across his face. “how long were you out there before you started singing along?” “that’s unimportant”

jan weingartner: it would turn him on?? like first he’d probably just stand there for a minute and just be in awe of how you’re like putting your heart out there and literally just singing your heart out. next thing you know he’s in the bathroom and pulls the curtains away and just climbs in with you and holds you and he’s like “i love listening to you sing” and you’re embarrassed but also loving the attention as he literally just kisses your neck as warm water cascades down your bodies

andrea marowski: baby is so entirely and overwhelmingly in love with you and would just sit outside the door and listen. he’d probably grin the entire time and just kinda pull his legs up to his chest and just do little happy movements because he thinks you’re like the most ethereal creature to ever live. then once you’re out he’s like “you have such a pretty voice” and you’re internally like “oof uh thanks no” but you could never say that to this angel’s face so you just place your palm against his cheek and thank him and kiss his nose

niki lauda: probably doesn’t think much of it most of the time and just zones out when he wants to. occasionally if he’s trying to sleep and you’re in the shower super late, he’ll active rat mode and bang on the door and be like “shut up” and you’re like “come in and make me” (which he’s taken you up on that offer a few times). one specific time (this is very cheesy) you were singing “edelweiss” from “the sound of music” and he heard you and just stopped dead in his tracks. and afterwards when you’re all cleaned up he just mutters a “your voice is pretty” which is surprising because mans is not one to just spew out compliments. you just blink because woah wtf where’s that niki been?

zemo: this man is so sly but also a teasing mofo. he’ll hear you and stop for a moment to listen, he’ll smile and just think about how cute you are and how lucky he is to have you before moving on. however, once you’re out and you’re both in the kitchen he’s nonchalantly singing the song you were singing in the shower, to which you slug his shoulder for and blush as he aww’s and pulls you into a hug. “you have the voice of an angel, schatz” “don’t lie to me helmut you bitch” he’ll kiss your head and chuckle, because even if you don’t believe it he does

hehe i had so much fun writing this i hope you enjoyed :))

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[boneheadduluc]

I'm in need of some Andrea smut every time I read something about him there is no sex because this was in the 30's and it would be inappropriate to do it before marriage. So...let's get inappropriate (?

no mommy kink please, i can't cope with that

Actually this was going to happen v/ soon in my fic of Andrea BUT I'll write a quick drabble/one shot for you bc same! we need that in our lives :) I'll be doing gender neutral reader for dis ;) Warnings!! 18+ , loss of virginity, perhaps slight edging? oral on reader (female presenting) and NO mommy kink per request :)

Rules were rules. Marry a nice man, then lose your virginity. You had been following those rules. Even now, you lived alone in a small cottage on a hill. And you still haven't lost it. You never felt inclined too really...and you were fine with that. It's just everyone in the village usually was a kid or a senior. No one was around your age, so you preferred a secluded kind of life. 

 Even if that meant following rules you didn't want to follow. You hated that you didn't have a choice. You hated how your parent's voice replayed in your head over and over. Telling you “wait! get married first!” You were sick of it, you were desperate sure, not desperate enough to lose it to whoever you met, but then...

 a new boy showed up, you learned his story since you were a bit close with Janet and Ursula, the old sisters who were housing the young man. So you met him, and god... he was just your type.

Plus they invited you over so he could play for you? meaning the violin. At first, you felt a little out of place... until he started playing. Needless to say, he was more than talented than you expected. You’d never heard anything like it, afterward, he wanted to talk to you surprisingly. 

“What is you name?” he tried his best to speak, you were told his English wasn't the best so you found it more endearing than anything and applauded his effort since he’d only been here for a few weeks. So you looked to him, sitting beside you with wide eyes and rosy cheeks. His hair was a bit shaggy as he shook the hair out of his eyes.

“Oh, my name is (y/n).” You gave a warm smile, shifting in your seat to face him more. “And you are Andrea, yes?” and he nodded before he repeated your name warmly, and honestly you loved the way it sounded in his mouth.

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Weeks passed, you visiting, Andrea playing for you, afterward, you would talk to Andrea, his English noticeably getting better. And sometimes he would even be a bit of a flirt. So one day you just asked the sisters if they would allow you to take him into town. You did your best to sound as friendly as possible and it seemingly worked.

You showed him a few of your favorite places, took him dancing to the pub. Though he wasn't a very good dancer, you had to kind of show him. Guiding his hands to land on your hips and pull you close, telling him to watch your feet as he got red because honestly he couldn't help but stare at your face. 

Then finally he asked to see your home. And you couldn't help be nervous, he had been making eyes at you all day, smirking like a cat with cunning eyes. Like he had so much more in that head of his, thoughts that he wasn't sharing. Plus he was already holding hands with you, keeping you close to him as he kept calling you ‘Liebling.’ And of course you didn't refuse him, not at all. So by the time, you were halfway up the path on the mountain and he slowly stopped walking, staring at you with a sweet smile. 

“Something the matter Andrea?” you questioned- confused as to why he had stopped. He moved slowly, stepping closer to you, leaning in, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then backing away, checking your eyes for permission. You nodded and Andrea knitted his brows together, exhaling through his nose as he slowly moved to press a kiss to your other cheek. Gently. Wonderfully. Then your forehead. The tip of your nose, then finally his mouth hovered over your own. Breath shaking with feverish anticipation.

You ached to lean in and finish what he started, but you wanted to see if Andrea would do it himself, and after about 5 nervous seconds you felt him roughly slot his lips against your own.

You were lost, blindly lost to pleasure and yearning. You barely realized the way you pulled him up the hill, mouths slotted together as you rushed backward, your back soon up against your door, your hands at his waistband, he moaned against your mouth.

And soon enough you were turned around and inside and he was walking backward as you led him to your bed. Pushing against his chest as he sat and you climbed his lap. Kissing him so harshly you felt your teeth clink against his own, embarrassed you pulled back, your hand coming to your lips. 

“I apologize, Andrea-” You were breathless, with shy eyes and flushed cheeks. 

He looked the same, though less embarrassed. More lustful than anything. 

“No, no-” He started softly. “You are wonderful.” He spoke slowly, catching your eyes as he brushed your hair out of your face with his thumbs. Putting a strand of hair behind your ear lovingly. 

“But...I need-” He started up again, and he groaned out, almost a whimper really, like he was in pain and that's when you felt something poke against your inner thigh, and then you understood. You ground forward and watched as his mouth fell open. Andreas eyebrows furrowing, his face growing red, a moan caught in his throat.

“Oh, you wonderful creature.” You mused. Almost amazed at the power you held over him. So you did it again and again until he was begging for you to let him cum. 

“Please...Please (y/n)-” He buried his face into your neck, his large hands on your waist, fingers digging in deeply, his shoulders going tense at your dry humping. 

A part of you was nervous honestly. You didn't know if Andrea was also a virgin, but judging by his closeness already ...you were gonna bet on the fact he was, but then again you didn't know what you were doing anyway. 

So instead, you simply stopped. And he stopped breathing. He was frozen actually, and you wondered why, a part of you wanted to laugh, he was curled up into you, unmoving, holding you. 

“Andrea?” you questioned and finally he moved, looking up at you, 

“I do something wrong?” he slowly drawled out, voice tiny and nervous and you shook your head. “No, of course not I just...have you ever done this before?” It was your turn to be tiny and nervous now, especially self-conscious. 

He gulped, Andrea understood. And he slowly shook his head ‘no’

“I'm sorry,” he whispered and it almost broke your heart. 

“Oh my love, no! You have nothing to be sorry for. I have never...done this... either. So it's okay Andrea. And...and honestly, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to.” You cupped his face, giving him a warm smile and he returned one. Slowly pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“I want you.” He whispered after breaking the kiss barely. 

And that was all you needed to push him back on the bed so he was laying down. You climbed atop him, undoing his pants slowly. He raised himself on his elbows, watching you, breathing heavy, eyes flickering back and forth between you and your hands. 

And suddenly he took your hand, putting it away from him. Softly and gently and lovingly.  “first you. Let me...help.” He muttered, looking to you for permission and so you switched roles and he was helping you undress from your light dress. 

And you were naked and self-conscious and nervous in front of him. 

But he was smiling, eyes running over your perfect form. You were perfect to him, everything about you, even the things you considered a flaw, he would reach out, brushing his fingertips lightly over them. He muttered how you were beautiful before reaching with both hands to your thighs. Parting them slowly, gently as all his movements were. 

He slowly moved off the bed, to his knees as he pulled you to the edge of the bed, your legs over his shoulder, his eyes on yours, looking up to you the entire time. Your hands gripped the blankets harshly and nervously. But you nodded at him and he leaned forward, delving his tongue over your entrance. And you moaned, the feeling making you throw your head back. 

And he did it again, though opening his mouth even wider, taking you into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your wetness. Moving up to run over your clit. And you shivered, sensitive all over. 

He realized that was the spot, so he did it once more and got the same reaction, actually an even bigger one. Your back was beginning to arch. Toes curling. 

And he kept eating you out- tongue sometimes delving into you, into your warmth and he would moan against your wetness and heat. Eyelashes fluttering and closing as you would spread your legs further, pushing your cunt against his mouth- thighs shaking and quivering as you felt a knot of heat in your lower stomach slowly coming closer and growing bigger. And finally you were gripping his hair, pulling as he whimpered against you. 

“Oh Andrea- Andrea Im so- Im going to-” You could barely get a full comprehensible sentence out before your thighs were convulsing around his head and your back arching and a loud moan was drawn out from deep within you moaning- screaming his name as a intense orgasm slapped you right across the face, and god- you were exhausted in all honesty. You even fell back on the bed, his tongue still on you though as if he couldn't get enough, nose sometimes even nudging up against your clit as he hungrily and greedily tasted everything in you. 

And as much as it was amazing soon you were becoming over sensitive and with each lick and moan of his against your pussy you were being shocked, body twitching and you pulled back, breathless, a mess for a lack of a better term. 

And you began to chuckle as well as he rose up now, smirking at you, his lips and chin, all slick with your wetness and his own spit. And you grinned right back at him, and pulled him down to meet your mouth as you kissed him, without a care in the world. It was almost satisfying to taste yourself on Andreas tongue. 

But finally you broke the kiss, cupping his face as you knew what came next. “Your turn my love.” You muttered. Sitting up now as you went for his belt, undoing it slowly, hoping he wouldn't stop you again. Though it was worth it last time. But he allowed you to- Andrea even began unbuttoning his shirt. Throwing it to the floor along with your dress, as you followed up with taking off his belt and pulling the pants away- his cock finally free and hard. Fully upright, beads of pre-cum forming at his reddened tip. He was so desperate, it was clear in his expression. Mouth slightly agape as he watched you. 

You thought for a moment, wondering on what you should do now. On what position and honestly how all of this was gonna go. A part of you was scared as you shuffled back on the bed, and patted the space beside you, signaling him to come be by you, but first he began shuffling out of his shoes, then along with his pants until he was fully naked. The look on his face signaling he didn't want you to feel self conscious with him being half clothed, so he decided he too would be fully undressed for this.  He moved beside you now, huffing out a short breath, nervous. It was clear so you pulled him close, kissing his jawline softly.  “Lets go slow, yes?” You mumbled to him softly. He looked up at you, shoulders tense as he nodded. “Yes mien Liebling.” he whispered back, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he furrowed his brows again for you were laying back now, resting your head on the pillow as you slightly spread your legs for him to fit in between. So he moved to lean over you, head of his cock teasing against your lower belly softly, it made him whimper as you couldn't help but giggle as you looked up to him, he looked beautiful this way.  “Should I- uhm..” he stuttered, cheeks burning red as he lowered himself slightly, trying to align himself with your entrance.  “Yes Andrea- go ahead.” You bit at your lower lip, eyes gazing as he closed his eyes, throbbing tip budding at your opening, he pushed his hips forward, his tip sliding in before it slipped upwards, you really were that tight- though you felt bad, for if you were more relaxed it would've gone in easier. “I apologize-” you mutter, exhaling shakily but he shakes his head.  “No- not your fault.” Andrea shares a calming smile, his eyes shining as he looks deeply into your eyes.  “I try again.” he reassured and positioned his cock to your entrance once more, this time sliding it in your slickness and heat easily. You held your breath, feeling him stretch you wide, Andrea on the other hand groaned out, whimpered as his head fell into the crook of your neck. You couldn't imagine how sensitive he must be at the moment.  He kept sliding in until he couldn't anymore, and he filled you to the brim, you felt so full and couldn't help but moan softly, your hands going to the back of his nape, playing with his hair, twirling it around your fingers, admiring the feeling of his warm body atop of yours, holding you. he stayed still, immediately understanding you would need some time to adjust. So you two stayed still, breathing and trying to figure this all out, he lifted his head, and you just stared at him until the two of you broke into small laughter. Warm chuckles filling the air around you, and you caught his lips softly, he laughed into your mouth even- so shy and nervous, Andrea couldn't help it. But after a minute of kissing and nervously giggling you finally felt ready. You broke the warm kiss. And caught his eyes. “Andrea I think I'm ready...move...please?” You muttered shyly- you didn't want to sound demanding but were soon relived when he just smiled at you. Giving you a look as to say “of course.”  And he pulled out halfway, inhaling deeply as he then slid back in setting up a pace, not to fast not to slow, just right honestly. And that's when you felt the pleasure slowly beginning to take over the slight discomfort. When he soon began pumping into you like a animal in heat. You moaned his name over and over, arching your back as you watched his face turn desperate. He would mutter in polish and German. whispering into your ear and you couldn't help but scratch at his back. He changed his angle slightly, cock hitting your g-spot. 

“Oh! Oh Andrea you- oh fuck.” You cursed, closing your eyes. “Yes harder please.” you moaned out, feverishly. Everything felt so hot, you were even sweating across your forehead slightly.  And he did as you commanded, pushing harder, fucking into you, moaning brokenly each time he pushed in. The squeeze of your pussy around him making him lightheaded even. He dropped his head to your chest eventually. Tongue finding its way to your nipple. Opening wide and sucking on your breast. And you felt so sensitive, everything overwhelming you but in the best way possible. 

“Oh yes, yes-” you chanted, breathless and suddenly wrapped your thighs around him, flipping the two of you over so you were on top, he gasped- eyes wide as he looked to you, his face becoming flushed once more- the sight of him was enough to push you to the edge as you began to bounce on his cock, suddenly reaching you climax, steadying yourself by putting your hands to Andreas chest- your back arching as you clenched around his cock, falling forward now- pushing your lips together. 

He kept thrusting into you though- desperate to cum inside, “Please- please.” He begged for release, closing his eyes as you groaned softly, your insides sensitive as you sat back up, and it only took 2 bounces on his cock for Andrea to be moaning out your name- as he gripped your thighs and soon you felt his warm seed fill you up, he whimpered and fucked into you harshly now- sitting up and pulling you close, fitting his mouth over your tit to muffle the shameful sounds spilling out of him. 

As he fucked through his climax he soon began to slow down, exhausted as you moaned- feeling him suck your nipples softly now, closing his eyes as his breathing calmed. 

You ran your fingers through his hair softly. Kissing the top of his head- satisfied now and he now popped off your tit, lips a bright color that matched his cheeks. He smiled at you and you grinned back, pressing a kiss to his nose. You raised yourself off of him, and you felt his warm seed inside of you, you adored the feeling as you rolled off and laid down- he lowered himself to be by you. 

“You were amazing Andrea- absolutely wonderful.” You sighed softly as his hand reached your stomach, drawing invisible lines with his fingers over the soft skin. Andrea shyly smiled now. “Danke.” he whispered in German, you knew what it meant and chuckled softly. 

“Im sleepy.” you whispered, and it was true- your eyes were heavy and Andrea nodded. “Sleep.” he kissed your cheek warmly. And so you did, you fell asleep to him cuddled beside you, humming a tune that was familiar to you. 

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[sub-danny]

Kinkmas #20 - Lactation - Andrea

Ever since you had announced to Andrea your pregnancy, he never left you alone.

Andrea was over the moon to know you two were having a child and instantly he was trying to babyproof the house, though you told him there was plenty of time to do so later. The next day, he had come home with many different books on how to look after babies and how to be a good father. He was so focused on doing well for them that it had been days since he last played the violin.

He was so careful around you as well, trying to make sure you weren’t doing anything that could put stress on you and doing everything he could to make your every day more comfortable, though some days it could become overbearing.

What you were more concerned about, though, was Andrea feeling like he would be replaced in your affections. Though he never would admit it, he loved to be your baby, being so needy for you and now that he was becoming a dad, he felt like he had to be responsible and not needy like he used to be. Though in the mornings you always awoke to him curled up in your arms, his face resting by your chest, wanting to suck on your breasts.

You suppose no matter what, something’s could never change in a guy.

It was in the evening when it happened. You and Andrea had just snuggled into bed, your arm wrapped around him as he lent into your shoulder. His eyes wouldn’t leave your breasts. His hand slowly reached out and palmed them, then looked up at you for permission.

“You know you can suck on them if you want Andrea,”

“Thank you mamusiu,” he murmurs, giving you a shy smile before pulling your top down to expose your breasts, which had swelled in the recent weeks. His delicate hands came to cover them briefly, squeezing the tissues in his palms to feel their warmness.

After a few minutes of fondling them, Andrea moved forward and took one nipple between his lips and ran his tongue over the sensitive bud, and then sucked.

Then you both let out a cry of surprise as Andrea pulled back. Just as he sucked, you felt something come out of you, something you had never felt before. While as Andrea had started to suck, he suddenly felt some liquid in his mouth and pulled back in shock.

Both of you stared as a drop of white breast milk formed on the top of your nipple, gleaming in the light.

“I must have started lactation early,” you murmur to yourself, moving to cradle that sensitive breast. You expected Andrea to say something in return, but he remained silent and eventually, you turned your head to look at him and realised his eyes were focused on the drop intently as he licked his lip absentmindedly.

Though he had only tasted it for a split second before pulling back, it had tasted wonderful on his tongue and he instantly was hit with a craving to taste more.

“Andrea?”

He was pulled from his thoughts and instantly looked away from you, blushing. “Sorry, y/n…”

“D-do you want to taste it?”

His face glanced back to yours, eyes wide at your statement. “Y-You sure?”

You smirk at him and nod, “Go ahead, Andrea,”

Hesitantly, he dipped his head down again and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He started sucking, and your hand instantly grasped his hair to hold him close to you as you felt him beginning to suck the milk out of your breast. Andrea’s eyes immediately fluttered closed as he drank the milk, delighting in the sweet taste of it as it warmed his throat.

He started to suck intently, letting out little moans as his lips moved over your nipples, trying to drink everything he could from it, determined not to miss a spot.

His tongue flicked your nipple as well to make you shudder, but mostly he sucked until no more milk flowed out of your nipple. Slowly you pulled away, and you chuckled, seeing a drop of milk on his lower lip. You moved your hand to hold his chin as you wiped the droplet of milk with your thumb and stuck it into his mouth so he would suck your thumb while he started in your eyes.

After you pulled your thumb away from him, your hand returned to his hair, stroking him.

“Did you enjoy that, Andrea?”

“More than anything,”

“Well, there is still one more for you to drink from love,”

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[whydoilovehim]

Daniel characters turn on’s

These are things that turn them on whether you do it on purpose or not it will most likely still get them turned on.

Helmut Zemo

Kissing his neck

Run your fingers along his sides

If he ever sees you in any of his clothes

Niki Lauda

PULLING HIS HAIR

If you praise him after he wins a race

If you rant about how much you hate James and say that niki is better

Ernst Schmidt

Taking his glasses off and tilting his chin to look up at you

Stand up for him in front of volkov

Pulling him onto your lap and kissing his neck while he’s working

Laszlo kriezler

Pull him against you by his lapels and tell him he’s getting a punishment

Lightly wrap your hand around his neck

Put your hand on his thigh and slowly move it closer to his crotch

Andrea Marowski

Call him a good boy

Slowly start undressing him

Compliment his violin skills

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