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loveofafangirl · 3 years

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Love & Grief

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x (unnamed) Wife Mentions of Carl (his son), Oeznik, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

Synopsis: Zemo has agreed to help Sam and Bucky track down the new super soldiers, but there are things about this world that trigger ghosts of the past. *Bittersweet/Fluffy-Angst* Setting: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier S01 E03

Word Count: ~1,300

Author’s Notes: Thank you to the wonderfully kind and talented @the-soot-sprite for prereading and reassuring me. She has been such an amazing supporter and I can’t thank her enough.

Some German words that I hopefully used (and translated) correctly: Schatzi: Little Treasure; Liebling: darling

"Papa, papa!"

His heart stopped short in his chest as if struck by an unseen force. His head craned quickly to the side in search of the source of the sound. The empty tarmac greeted him. His eyes snapped shut as he tried to focus on the memory forming.

"Zooooom." A little voice circled him. "Zoom!" His small hands clutched a model plane that he extended out away from him, letting it soar through the air. His hair was tousled, and his shirt already unkempt, even though the family had only just arrived at the airport.

"Mein Schatzi." Zemo smiled in adoration. "Come."

When Carl moved closer, his father lifted him up and spun with him in his arms. "Now, it soars higher. And soon, it will touch the sky. Just like you one day. You have a bright future, my son."

The boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck, a curious expression growing on his features as a new thought pulled his focus. "Will there be sweets on the plane?"

Zemo glanced at his wife, then quickly back to his son. "Shh—there may be a few Turkish Delights tucked in a secret spot for us to share." Returning his son to the ground, he pressed his finger to his lips and winked, whispering, "Just don't tell your mother. It must be our secret."

Carl nodded, a grin of delight plastered on his face as he ran off toward the plane, his model airplane still flying beside him. "Hallo, Oeznik!"

"Good morning, Master Carl." The butler gestured him up the stairs. He offered the boy a helping hand as his parents trailed behind.

"Papa says there are sweets," the boy stated with wide, hopeful eyes. "Do you know where they are?"

"Try the bottom compartment by the window nearest your father's seat."

Carl hurried into the plane, followed by his parents.

"You spoil him, Helm." His wife gave his hand a gentle squeeze as he helped her into the plane.

"Only a little." His head dipped to the side and his shoulders pulled forward, pleading his case. "Can you blame me?"

"I'd not have it any other way."

His hands clutched tightly at his sides as the memory faded away, leaving only a feeling of hopeless longing. Even after all of this time, he could still feel her beside him, her hand safely in his.

"So, all this time, you've been rich?" Sam stated more than questioned, interrupting his thoughts.

He breathed deeply, recomposing himself as he tried to let go of the past. "I'm a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country." He did his best to shrug it off, taking a step forward from them. Weakness was not something he could afford to show.

The trio boarded the plane, heading for the lawless nation of Madripoor. His fingers drifted lightly over the back of the soft leather seat that was once where his wife sat before Sam occupied the space. Bucky mindlessly brushed past him, bumping him slightly.

"Careful, Carl."

His thoughts drifted back as he took his seat and looked out of the window as the plane began its ascent.

"We do not run in the plane."

"Why not, Papa?" The inquisitive child questioned.

Zemo took a seat and pulled his son into the safety of his lap. "Do you still have your little plane?"

The boy nodded, handing it to his father.

"Do you see those dark skies off in the distance there? Storm clouds like that can cause the plane to bump and shake. Like this." He modeled with the toy plane how the aircraft may shift due to turbulence. "You could lose your balance, fall and bump your head or get hurt." His fingers ran softly through the child's lush, blonde hair. "I never want to see you injured. It is my job to protect you and help you make safe choices."

"I'll be careful," Carl agreed. "Promise."

Zemo cradled the back of his son's head and brushed a kiss on the crown of his head. "I love you, my boy."

"I love you too, Papa."

Oeznik's shuffling in the cabin pulled him back again.

"Apologies if that's a little warm..."

The older gentleman reminded him of his past and the family that he lost. Despite knowing all he had done, Oeznik's kindness led him to remember the man he once was. Although, he knew dwelling too long in the past would not help with the mission at hand.

He accepted the warm champagne, silently toasting his two unlikely traveling companions. His attention shifted to the Winter Soldier. If he couldn't stay in his past, he would distract himself with another's.

As the flight continued and the conversation waned, they decided to rest in the quiet hours they had left. Zemo retrieved a pillow from the closet and brought it to his nose. The subtle hint of her washed over him. He wasn't sure if her scent had truly lingered or if the barrage of memories had triggered something more. His body tensed at the recollection; pain burned like fire through his core. There was nothing he could do to bring them back. They were gone, and he was alone.

"Relax, my love." Her voice was a ghosted whisper on the back of his neck. "It'll all work out. When we get there, you will see. It will be alright."

"How can you be so sure, Liebling?"

She pressed a kiss to his shoulder before burying her head there a moment.

He turned into her, searching for answers.

Her encouraging smile warmed his nerves. "They will see what I see: your brilliant mind, your kind heart, and your love for your country. The council will approve your request to help the people."

His finger curled tenderly under her chin, lifting her delicate features. "Where would I be without you?"

"Luckily, you'll never need to find out." She leaned forward, closing the gap, covering his lips with her own.

His arms circled her waist, drawing her nearer. Their movements were slow and steady, warmth building between them as a calmness washed over him.

His gloved fist slammed forward, hovering just above the wall. His pulse quickened, and blood boiled. He pounded the air with great restraint, stopping before making a sound as he did not wish to draw attention to himself.

The vision of their bodies huddled together in the rubble was an image that had haunted him every single day. That he could handle; it fueled his vengeance, his anger, his frustrations. That memory allowed him to close himself off and harden his heart. It allowed him to focus his mind on problems he could solve, like the Avengers and ending the super-soldier program once and for all.

These memories—his innocence, her beauty, and grace— cut deeper than any wound ever could. The only treasure that had ever truly mattered to him had heedlessly been taken. His head hung a little lower as he wondered what they would think of him now. Would it still "work out" and be "alright" when so little of himself was left to give?

He returned to his seat, resting his head on the pillow, the many memories made on that plane spirling in his mind. His fingers slipped in his jacket pocket, pulling out an old photo of the three of them. He had been too late to save them, but there were other children like his son out there. He wouldn't delude himself into being a hero, but even if he could save one child in his son's name that would be a start. He tucked it back away, keeping it close to his heart.

Love and grief. He thought to himself as his eyes drifted closed. The two things in life that change you beyond repair; and, he had suffered both.

Perma(til the end of the line): @the-soot-sprite

Zemo tags: @montypythonsholysnail, @killsandthrills, @noavengers

#baron zemo #baron zemo fan fiction #zemo #hemlut zemo #baron hemlut zemo #daniel bruhl #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel fan fiction #mcu fan fiction #baron zemo x female character #carl zemo

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sub-danny · 3 years

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oh my GOD i love this side blog and your main blog SO MUCH. BLESS YOU FOR MAKING THIS

if you're not too flooded with requests, I'd love to see a drabble with whichever character you think fits this idea best:

reader laying on their back, legs spread, keeping a tight hold on a leash attached to their sub's collar and yanking it while the sub fucks them (and it would just be an absolute bonus if there was some mommy kink or puppy boy added in there if you feel like it fits 👀)

Thank you so much! 😊💞 I was so excited to write this when I got it as I have never written puppy play before but I've read a few fics on it, so I hope this lives up to your expectations!

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Puppy play, mummy kink, leash and collar, butt plug

You knew what would be waiting for you when you arrived home tonight. After all, you had sent him a message a few hours beforehand informing him of what you wanted tonight and yet still as you entered the room, opening the door and seeing Zemo sitting on his knees with his arms on the floor infront of him, patiently waiting for you, surprised you.

He was stark naked, apart from the dark purple collar that tightly hung around his neck which had a tag that read:

‘Helmut

Property of

Y/n’

In his mouth he held a leash, waiting for you to attach it to his collar. Behind him, you could hear a faint buzzing sound and as you looked behind you could see a tail sticking out from his ass. His doe eyes looked up at you pleadingly waiting for your next move but when you don’t make any inclinations of doing anything other than staring at him, he lets out a small whine, pushing out his chest further.

“Have you been a good boy, Helmut?” you asked, finally leaning down to take the damp leash out of his mouth.

“Yes, Mummy! I’ve been on my best behaviour!”

“Show me darling.”

Eagerly he lifted his hands off the floor, uncovering his crotch for you to see as he curled his hands into balls and held them up to his chest like a puppy standing on its hind legs. You could clearly see now how his cock stood tall and proud, the tip of it a burning red which dripped pre-cum onto the carpet of your house, making a slight mess. It was clear that he hadn’t touched himself yet like a good puppy even though the butt plug must be stimulating his rear incredibly. Every once in a while his hips would suddenly jerk as a spark of pleasure shot through him and it made him whine desperately.

It made your heart rate pick up on the inside, seeing the way Zemo acted like this for you. When you had first confessed to him about your desire to act out puppy play you were certain he would be weirded out by it, but ever the loving husband he happily agreed to try it out, and now he would get really into, more so than you.

“Come then darling, let me give you your reward,” you murmured, leaning down to attach the end of the leash to his collar securely. The leash wasn’t too long so as you wrapped the other end in your hand and started to move away Zemo had to quickly keep in time with your steps. He scurried along the floor, moving on his hands and knees with his head held up high as not to have a strain on the collar. The carpet scratched his knees as he moved along but he tried to bear it no mind, instead focusing on how the butt plug was pressing up against that sweet spot inside of him, making his whole body quiver as he crawled.

You tugged the leash forward till the two of you arrived in your shared bedroom and eagerly Zemo hurried into it, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He tried to move over to the bed but as you had stopped in your steps the leash pulled around his neck and stopped him in his tracks. He coughed from the sudden air that was pulled out of him but soon he recovered and turned around to look back at you desperately.

“Mummy, please. I need you.”

“I need to get undressed first.”

Zemo instantly moved forward towards you, wanting to help, but you gave another sharp tug on the leash to make him stop.

“You just need to sit back and watch, Puppy, and remember no touching yourself.”

Zemo desperately wanted to run his hands along your body, help sensually take your clothes off and shower you in kisses but instead, he sat back on his legs again and watched as you slowly removed your clothes before him. His cock was pulsing desperately for you and he made more whines came from his throat as it felt like you were deliberately going slowly to make him wait even longer.

His patience was rewarded however when you finally removed your last piece of clothing and stood bear before him. A warm smile appeared on his lips as his eyes raked up and down your body as he took in your beauty. He watched you turn to lie down on the bed and pat the side of it. As quickly as he could he was climbing on top of you.

You took the leash in your hand again and pulled it so Zemo had no choice but to crawl up the bed and hover before you. You couldn’t resist raising your other hand and brushing your fingers through his soft hair, the sensation making Zemo close his eyes and sigh in happiness.

“You be a good boy now and fuck me well, won’t you Puppy?” you order him, placing a quick peck on his lips after you finish talking.

“I will be your best boy, Mummy, I promise.”

With one hand Zemo held his cock and positioned it to your entrance, letting the tip of it run up and down your folds coating it in his pre-cum till you gave a tug on the leash, pulling his body forward and causing his tip to slip into you.

Gasps left both of you at the sudden intrusion, but now that he was inside he had to push himself all the way in, feeling the way your walls clenched down on him as he buried himself in to the hilt.

“Fuck, Mummy, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, pushing his face into your neck as he gave himself this minute to be inside of you. He pressed delicate kisses to the sensitive part of your neck, making your skin break out into goosebumps but also building up the desire within you further.

“Helmut, I don’t have all day,” you mutter, giving another slight tug of the leash and he nodded his head.

“I’m sorry, Mummy.”

He gave himself enough room to be able to pull out almost all the way until just his tip was left inside, and then he pushed back into you as fast as he could, making your body jolt.

“Fuck, Puppy, you’re such a good boy,” you moaned as he kept up the pace, feeling every ridge of his push in and out of you, stretching you open as his hips battered into yours. His face remained buried in the crook of your neck as he thrusted into you but you could hear his little pants of breath at every movement of his hips as he chased his climax. The butt plug still buzzed happily inside of him, pushing into his prostate with each movement of his hips. The combination of his prostate being stimulated and his cock buried inside of your warm, wet walls was enough to bring him to orgasm there but he was trying his best to be a good boy and hold it off until you had come before him.

That’s why his thrusts became more frantic as he pushed as far into you as he could, and at one specific angle he hit that sweet spot inside of you which had your back arching. You let out a lewd moan, tugging his leash so that the collar pulled him forward quite suddenly, forcing his head out of your neck.

“Oh right there, Puppy, yes that is the spot. Make Mummy happy, darling”

“I want to give you everything Mummy, I love you so much,” he whimpered as he angled his hips to push into that spot again for you. Your eyes glanced up to take in his appearance, how his whole body was slick with sweat and his dark hair had come loose from his usual position and hung over his forehead.

“You are already giving me everything puppy. I couldn’t ask for a better pet. I’m so proud of you.”

His eyes lit up in happiness and his lips curled into a smile at his words as he gave one powerful thrust into you, hitting you in that sweet point that had you at your climax and you gushed all over him. You let go of the leash in your hand, instead grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth onto yours so you could bury your moans in the kiss.

Feeling your walls grasp him tightly as you came over him and how the butt plug pushed further inside of him, making his whole channel vibrate, pulled Zemo over the edge as well. He gave a few last sloppy thrusts in as his cum spilt out of him, coating your walls with his seed.

As he came to still you finally pulled away from his lips, letting the two of you catch your breaths. You collapsed onto the bed and Zemo followed suit, unable to hold himself up. Instead, he rested his head on your breasts, enjoying the softness of them and how your hand came back to his hair. You wove your fingers through it and gently stroked him as the two of you came down from your highs and left the roleplay element. You could still hear the faint buzzing coming from Helmut’s behind and so you reached around and pulled the butt plug out, which caused him to whimper slightly and then let out a relieved sigh.

“You were perfect Helmut. How I ever found a man like you I’ll never know.”

“Nothing could ever compare to how complete you make me feel y/n, I meant it when I said I want to give you everything. If you allow me liebling, I would give you the world.”

You ran your hand up and down his smooth back, tracing his spine as you sighed in contentment, “You’ve already given me the world darling.”

#subdanielbrühl #sub!zemo #zemo #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #baron hemlut zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #zemo x you #zemo imagine #zemo x reader #zemo x y/n

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multiplums · 3 years

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i think it's a bit of a crime that they didn't keep zemo's prison beard for the whole series

#my post #tfatws #helmut zemo #baron hemlut zemo #zemo #marvel #tfaws #mcu #avengers

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laststandx3 · 3 years

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ok so, i just finished tfatws and it was really nice. characters had their arc, the cyberpunk city was pretty cool and the bucky x sam feels where there. so i’d say good BUt the message they were trying to give was a little vague. if i’m getting this right they were trying to make a story about how power corrupts (u know what got was supposed to be).

characters they did right:

- john walker: he starts as a good guy, but then frustrations and fear of not being enough push him to look for more power. we actually don’t see him taking the serum after lemar gets taken but i think that’s the moment he realizes he needs more strength to fight the flagsmasher.

- zemo : and this is very well written i think and even acknowledged by other character so is more obvious and i think the most meaningful scene is when in 1x04 he’s talking about who/what kind of people should exist because super soldier are too powerful and think themselves above others and sam bless him points out that his logic is exactly the same as someone who’s think of himself as above the others.

-sharon: idk if she just like the cyberpunk life better as a styling choice or if it’s about the power that comes with being almost a king. Sharon’s arc is hinted at not shown but i think it’s enough: she gets abandoned by everyone she helped, the same people she saw as friends. she bargains with sam cause she doesn’t trust him to care if things go south. I don’t think she’s corrupted already in the sense that as the audience we don’t know enough of her to see it. she’s could be on that path tho, depends how they’re going to write her in the future.

characters that needed better screentime:

-KARLI: (i called her curly everytime in this post. i didn0t know anybetter before tagging. apologies to all the Karli out there) we can imagine where she comes from. but actually NO because the show never bothered to show us what others people life looked like. we have vague lines about not having enough resources for everyone (i guess they’re saying thanos was right). Anyway lets imagine what she went trought: ok so she was raised in an orphanage, she grew up poor i suppose then there was the sanp and i think that’s when she had more opportunities. i mean with half of the population gone what the world is left with it’ll take good care. so the non-dusted people got founds, jobs, a commuinity?? but then endgame happened and the 3billion people are back and they too are left with nothing if the world moved on without them. so GRC is no giving founds to anyone anymore and just act as a evil military agency. idk if GRC is a direct critique to ICE and it’s definitely something i’m not qualified to talk about, but the 2 had in common “refugee camps” and “forced repatriation” so maybe is something. But i’m digressing. Now we get that the flagsmashers are the bad guys but we never actually see what they are fighting against. i mean i know for a fact that if i was protesting against the wwf i wouldn’t need violence. BUT if hundreds of people were forced into “refugees camps” maybe a little smash that fence would come in need. and IF ONLY they showed us WHY curly needed so much power we could have understood better her point. but she just makes buildings explode and we don’t see what is pushing her to crave more power and to become less sympathetic everyday. Power should have corrupted her in a way that when she could chose between helping others or getting more strenght she would have picked the latter. And honestly it would have been fine: maybe a bit unnecessary in this time and age but fine from a storytelling point. if they’re writing about how power corrupts then even if curly’s war was based on the right reasons she still could have fell on a darker path. but i think the writers didn’t want to fully betray her cause and they didn’t commit to give her a whole arc. I think Sam protecting her and her pov is the writers way to validate her argument and maybe try to criticize some internal politics but in the end they didn’t and the plot was vague and without an impact.

-sam: sam here is the aragorn of the story but i still think he needed a more flashed out arc, at the beginning he doesn’t want the ring shield because he knows it means power, so he gives it away. then he goes on a mission where he meets the new a cap, and the new cap is totally bonkers he just killed a dude in the middle of the street so sam can’t be worse than that and so he’s the new cap now. i think if the govt never made a new cap, sam would have never even thought about inheriting the title. he seemed pretty ok in going to missions where he didn’t get a salary and that weren’t under the governtment. i mean seriously who did he work for? Anyway Sam’s arc is about realizing he’s enough for the job. But the thing is: already in the first episode he’s following steve’s steps of being a wholesome guy. he just needed to believe in himself. and in this arc the whole power thingy doesn’t come up. so idk maybe i just didn’t see it or maybe it just wasn’t what his arc here is about.

-bucky: for bucky was a nice and funny week, he got a little europe trip, a roll in a flower field with not his partner, found out the emergency pull for his arm. crossed a couple of names from his guilt list. overall a positive week. his arc is not about gaining power over others but over himself, they just already showed it in every movie he has been into since 2016 so it’s ok to not do it all again. would have loved to hear more of his opinions about stuff and not just about walker.

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #captain america #the shield is now the ring from lotr but i can assure evey character in the show that nobody never ever cared about that piece of tin #they can literally make another anytime they want there's no need to fight over it #falcon #sam wilson #bucky barnes #john walker #lemar hoskins #sharon carter #karli morgenthau #flag smashers #maybe im gonna make another post talking about how fucked up it is that they came to europe without telling anybody and just started killing #people up and down #or how flag smasher is so symilar to the no borders folks and how that could impact viewers opinions on that #but hey i had fun watching zemo being and asshole so i'm gonna cut them some slack #baron hemlut zemo #helmut zemo

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ladykore · 3 years

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Nuevo fic para los amantes del Winterbaron, espero lo disfruten. Con actualizaciones semanales.

#baron hemlut zemo #baron zemo #winterbaron #bucky barnes #zemo x bucky #fanfiction #español #fanfic #fanfiction en español

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freyjasamael · 3 years

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✦ Here are some Zemo icons. I hope you enjoy them ✦

➤ Like and/or rb if you use them

#zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #baron helmut zemo #tfatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #icons #tfatws icons #zemo icons #hemlut zemo icons #daniel brühl #daniel brühl icons #the falcon and the winter soldier icons #baron helmut zemo icons #marvel icons

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crypticwanda · 3 years

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Stealing Zemo's clothes

summary: hcs for what it would be like dating zemo and stealing his clothes

pairing(s): helmut zemo x reader

warnings: none

zemo LOVES when you steal his clothes

even though he could buy you all the clothes you wanted, the fact that you would walk through his closet to take something of his just always brought a smile to his face

especially if it's that infamous coat of his

he just has a thing for seeing you in his clothes

if it's oversized on you, that's also a bonus

he also thinks its absolutely adorable if he catches you trying on his clothes

"what are you doing, my love?"

"um...nothing."

he just looks at with while tilting his head to the side and smiling

sometimes he will buy extravagant large clothing and leave them in his closet so you would find them

he's so smug about it too

if you go out while wearing his clothes, he would always keep his eyes on you while smirking

also, taking his clothes always will have his smell on it

you can't tell me zemo does not wear the most expensive and best smelling cologne

and all pieces of his clothes still have that scent and you love it

another thing you love stealing from him would be his gloves

you don't know why, but you love taking his gloves and putting them on every now and then

sometimes, you would take and entire outfit from him and try it on while he would watch and admire from afar

#marvel #mcu #mcu headcanons #avengers #tfatws headcanon #tfatws hcs #tfatws #zemo #zemo headcanons #zemo hcs #helmut zemo #zemo x reader #baron zemo #hemlut zemo x reader #zemo x you #baron zemo x reader

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sincerly-kate · 3 years

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Zemo Sugar Daddy Fics

I know many Zemo simps such as myself have been looking for sugar daddy! Zemo x reader fics, so I’ve collected a master list of fics that fit this and it’s writers:

NO I HAVE NOT WRITTEN ANY OF THESE, THAT IS WHY THE WRITERS ARE NEXT TO THEIR PIECES! If you want me to take you and your writing off the list, let me know and I will do so immediately! This list is only to help those who can’t find these specific fics ‘cuz Tumblr’s organization is ridiculous .

😘- Smut (PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+)

Sadly, there hasn’t been a lot I’ve come across, but this is at least the start of a list!

Here you go @gian-giannina since I promised that I’d tag you! 🥰

😘mischief in madripoor.- (Includes Sam and Bucky) By: @greyslytherin

😘 first-class service- (Includes Sam and Bucky as well, takes place on Zemo’s jet) By: @mypoisonedvine

Getaway Car (Not sure if this is supposed to be a sugar daddy fic, but it sounded like it was inferred when I read it) By: @banner-swift

#sugar daddy zemo #zemo x reader #hemlut zemo #baron helmut zemo #marvel #fatws #fatws fics #falcon and winter solider series #helmut zemo x reader

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whydoilovehim · 3 years

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Daniel characters favorite place to get fucked

This is just what it sounds like and I only know some of Daniel characters so you might not find some that your looking for

Ernst Schmidt

In his room plain and simple because he doesn’t want anyone to see him in such a vulnerable state and he’s also very shy when anything about sex is brought up

Hemlut Zemo

Anywhere that’s a little bit public he likes the risk and even if someone does catch you he won’t be ashamed because he wants as many people as possible to know that he belongs to you

Laszlo Kriezler

His office something about the room makes him feel powerful and to have sex there makes him feel calm enough to relinquish control to his partner (if you couldn’t tell he hates being vulnerable)

Niki Lauda

His bed like Ernst for some of the same reasons but unlike Ernst who I think is just shy and maybe even a little embarrassed about being a sub/bottom Niki is ashamed because he feels like being submissive equals weakness

Andrea Marowski

Does not care this boy is shameless even though it’s the early 20th century but if he had to pick it would be in your home because then he could be as loud as he wants

#ernst schmidt #baron hemlut zemo #andrea marowski #niki lauda #subdanielbrühl #ernst schmidt x reader #baron hemlut zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #Andrea marowski x reader #niki lauda x reader #laszlo kriezler x reader #laszlo kriezler

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loveofafangirl · 3 years

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I’ve Got You

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader/You (no gender, race, body type given)

Headcanon/Synopsis: Zemo won’t fall asleep at night until he knows you’re already safely asleep. *Fluff*

Word Count: ~1,100

A/N: Was just going to post the headcanon (above) but it turned into this instead.

His fingers dance carefully through your hair, brushing away the loose strands that threaten to tickle your face. His eyes are warm chocolate melting you with their comfort.

You try to speak, but sleep is already attempting to overtake you.

"Shh—" he breathes, quieting any attempt for you to speak with a chaste kiss. "Rest, Liebling." His lips press to your forehead next. "I've got you."

The heat of his breath seeps over your features, bathing you in his care. You focus on his nearness and the way his arms envelop you perfectly.

The world around you falls away until only he remains. He had that effect on you. You thought it might have been the bliss of a new relationship at the start, but every day since, you've grown more in love, and that feeling has only strengthened.

Your eyes flutter shut as you nestle in his embrace, letting his tender affection lull you. You had never felt this safe before, but with him, the world could be on fire, and you knew he would never let anything happen to you. You drift peacefully to sleep, his warmth beside you, never straying far.

You had many such nights like this, soothed to sleep by his affection. You were so enamored by his nightly watch that it took you longer than you care to admit to realize that you always fell asleep first.

Determined to let him fall tonight, you focus your efforts on caring for him. You massage his shoulders and end up caressing the nape of his neck as you paint his jaw with soft, feathery kisses. You feel his muscles relax and tensions melt under your touch. "I've got you," you breathe.

He draws you nearer, pulling your hips to his. For a moment, you forget the plan, letting his tenderness begin to lull you again.

"Helm," you whisper with a somewhat frustrated groan as you shift back. Your body begs you to give in to the peace he brought you, but you had promised yourself you would be there for him tonight.

"Is everything okay?" His eyes flash with concern at your sudden movement.

Your fingers delicately brush a lock of hair off his forehead. "Everything's fine. You always take such care of me. I wanted to return the favor. Let me watch over you as you sleep tonight."

His eyes close, contemplating your words. His head falls to the side.

When his eyes reopen, you see a faint whisper of pain. You know that look and what it meant. "I'm right here." You cradle his face.

Even after all this time, the loss of his family still haunted him; and more so, the feeling of helplessness that had overtaken him that day as a result. You kiss his forehead, holding him in your arms as he had done so many times before for you. "It's okay. I've got you."

He takes a moment, composing his thoughts. His face flashes with a tangled web of emotions.

"Please;" his gaze finally meets yours; it's warm again. He breathes deeply, letting a soft smile settle on his face as he focuses on you. "I need to know you'll still be there when I wake and that no harm has come to you."

You nod, a smile growing on your lips at his reasoning. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Nevertheless, allow me this." The back of his hand ghosts over your features, pulling you back into his warmth. "I need to know you’re safe."

You understand. You know the weight of the guilt he carries over not protecting his wife and son.

"Okay." You roll over, shifting until your back presses against his torso. As soon as his arms wrap around you, you hug them to your chest. "Thank you." Your voice is quiet as you allow yourself to relax in his care once more.

Nestling his head in your hair, he whispers sweet nothings in your ear until he feels your body succumb to sleep. He listens to your relaxed breathing, allowing its steady rhythm to comfort him as he falls beside you, sleeping tranquility with you in his arms.

It was like this for more nights than you could count. Most of the time, you happily accepted his care. Sometimes, you protested, still wanting your turn to watch over him, but you understood his motives. If this brought him some small peace, you would never wish to take it from him. You understood that this helped give him some control over the fears that still haunted him. However, you began to wonder if there wasn't a part of him that was just afraid of being completely vulnerable with you.

***

It was a mild spring day; the trees had blossomed, peppering the world with their soft, colorful petals when a breeze swept through. You relax together on the chaise in the conservatory. The brilliant sun blankets you in its warmth.

He rests his head in your lap, gazing up at you with more adoration than you ever imagined possible.

You can't help but smile down at the man you love. You pull away from his gaze and continue reading aloud from the book of poetry he had chosen.

He loves the way your voice reflects the spectrum of emotions in the works you read and how your passion overtakes you when you get to a particularly moving passage.

You mindlessly stroke his hair and continue reading softly.

His eyes close as he focuses on your words and gentle touch.

"Helm?" You question quietly; a smile pulls on your face realizing he has fallen asleep in your care. Your heart warms, knowing that this was not easy for him—to be this vulnerable with another person, to know that all would be alright until he woke and that you would never leave or betray him.

You continue reading, hoping that even in his sleep, your voice would be an anchor, protecting him from the storm of his own mind.

Eventually, he stirs in your lap, his body jolting into awareness.

"Shh," you calm him, caressing his cheek. "I've got you."

His eyes search you before settling on your reassuring gaze for support.

"You're safe." You press your lips to his forehead, stroking his hair as he remains in your lap. "We both are. Rest, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

His hands reach for you, gently pulling your face down toward his lips. He holds you there, kissing you so delicately, as though you had all the time in the world.

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Baron Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader

Tic. Tic. Tic. Tic.

The grandfather clock’s minute hand in the living room tics, the noise filling the room after every minute goes by. You were reading a book, just to keep time from distracting you.

Your husband is supposed to be home any minute. Helmut Zemo.

Looking up, you see the decor surrounding you. The brown couches, the purple covers, the 75 inch Smart Tizen TV mounted on the wall.

Next to the living room, you could view into the kitchen. The gray island in the middle of it, the counter having a space for the chairs. Fridge next to the marble counter, leftovers and groceries filling it.

A door opening distracted you from your eyes wandering. The door slams and footsteps march down the hall to abrupt at the end of it, to you hearing the coat hanger being messed with.

The footsteps start back up again, getting closer to the soft couch you were sitting on. You get up to round the sofa. A stiff bear-like but affectionate hug was aquatinted when you were in the course of walking.

You breathe in, running your hands through Helmut’s hair. You breathe out, as he sniffles into the side of your neck.

“Helm, what happened?” You ask, worrying about his silence. You bring him to the couch, him still clung to you like a baby.

“I love you,” he says, not saying anything else. He slowly pushes you backwards on the couch to lay his head on your chest.

“I love you, too, honey. But what happened?” You ask again, still worried.

“I don’t know,” he responds, getting more teary eyes by the minute. You just hold him, running your hands through his hair.

About 15 minutes later, he starts to shift back upward. He slips his hand on the back of your head and looks into your eyes; leaning to kiss you.

Both connecting lips, your hands around his shoulders wrapping around the back of his neck. You feel the tears flowing down his face, so you draw back. Hands retreating to his face, you wipe the tears and kiss his forehead.

“What is it, honey?” You ask again.

“Someone threatened your life and I got scared, so I came running to catch a plane. I was worried, I didn’t hear you in here and it made me even more worried so-’’

You cut him off with another kiss. He kisses you back after the surprise.

“Let’s go get a bath, yeah?” You suggest. He nods his head, agreeing with you.

…….

After getting out of the shower, Helm was suggesting you to help him to shave his stubble. You sit on the counter as he stands between your thighs.

You pick up the shaving cream and put it on his face. He gives you the razor and grabs your thighs softly. You set the razor down and slide your fingers through his thin hairs on his chest.

You pick the razor, kiss his neck, and start shaving his stubble for him.

“I love you, Helm, and I will always help you when you need me to,” you say, pressing another kiss to his neck.

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