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zemothebaron · 2 years
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I give you Baron Helmut Zemo according to AI.
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inna-pooh · 1 year
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[Pet Psychopath]
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marielism · 2 years
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He loves the sound of his own voice.
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zemothethirteenth · 5 months
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Have you ever considered growing a proper beard?
"I've done so several times. I simply... stopped in 2012 when I needed to wear a gas mask for a particular... situation. It was cumbersome to attempt to work around a beard, so I shaved it off. I haven't felt a particular need to grow it out again since."
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nvtaliaromanovv · 2 years
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also i love that we‘re all ready to throw hands with marvel if they don’t give our man his goddamn sword this time around
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Daniel brühls beard has some grey hairs now and
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THINKING ABOUT ZEMO GREYING???? ANXMXJAMSNFNX RUNNING MY HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR AND SEEING THE SILVER CATCH THE LIGHT??? STROKING HIS BEARD AND LOOKING AT ALL THE LITTLE GREY HAIRS?!?!? IM SO FUCKING IN LOVE
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twwcs · 2 years
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Fresh out of jail Zemo is something else
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copiumm · 1 year
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“Portrait of a Sokovian”
Another photoset made by an AI when I asked it, in various ways, to show me Baron Zemo.
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moodysullie · 1 year
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The different shades styles of Zemo('s beard).
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howdoyousleep3 · 1 year
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Zemo reaches into his jacket and retrieves a photograph, not caring in the slightest that Bucky is so obviously to the point of breaking down into tears. He’d surely enjoy it. He hands Bucky the photograph, sliding it over to him on the table and— Bucky can’t breathe for entirely different reasons now. This is a picture of the most beautiful man Bucky has ever set eyes on. He’s rocked by the sight of this Steve Rogers.  The first thing Bucky notices are his tattoos and what seems to be an endless amount of ink covering his skin. Even donning a form-fitting, midnight navy suit, his tattoos peek out from the open collar of his crisp dress shirt and slip up his neck. They’re on the back of his hands too, dipping between what look like thick, capable fingers, a few of them donning rings.  The tattoos alone are enough to make Bucky’s mouth water. But he takes up space, even in this photo of him getting out of a well tinted SUV. His presence through the picture leaves Bucky breathless, as does his close-cut beard and golden hair that falls to his jawline, long and artfully unkempt. The hard look on his face keeps Bucky’s breath from him even longer, a set jaw and a stern set of eyebrows doing wild things to his stomach. He's aroused and honestly a little frightened by this man. "James Barnes— meet your future husband...”
───── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.────── you're the light, you're the night | bucky's introduction
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sunflowersoldat · 1 year
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All is Fair~ Peace & Parallels
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Chapter 21: Peace & Parallels
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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under the pressure?
Series Warning: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.
Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! Emotional trauma, Bad language words, SMUT!
Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader
Word count: 2.8K
A/N: I am fuckinnnnnn tired, but the chapter is finished and it makes me happy to make yall happy sooo here ya go! The Holiday season really fucks me up... as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome! Anyhow, enjoy!💕
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Your phone woke you from your dreams, you groaned as you silenced the shrill ringing. You brought the small bright screen to your face, your eyes straining to adjust in the darkness. Several messages littered your screen, some from Zemo, a couple from Loki, but the newest one was from Wade:
‘Need 2 move on targets 2nite b4 its too l8’
You rolled your eyes, you hated when he used shorthand. He was right though, you still needed to meet with him to go over the intel he had found, and make your move before you missed your window of opportunity. 
You respond, letting him know you will meet with him soon, first you need to shower and get dressed. Locking your phone you place it back on your nightstand before turning over to see Steve sleeping peacefully next to you. A content sigh leaves your lips as your fingertips trace lightly along the smooth plains of his face. Rolling over you begin to rise from the bed, but his strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against him, then under him, forearms caging you. His chiseled torso looming above yours.
“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” His voice is rough from sleep, a playful glint shining in his eyes.
Rolling your eyes, you lean up to peck his lips, “Yes… I have business to attend to and I am in need of a shower–”
His lips seal over yours, cutting you off, your eyes flutter shut, hands slipping to caress his face. You pull away gently, a smile splitting your lips.
Groaning he places his head in the crook of your neck, his beard tickling the sensitive skin as he kisses down your shoulder, then back up your neck. Sighing you stop his ascent, holding his face above yours, “The city is in flames.”
He breaks from your hold, nuzzling your neck, breathing against your skin, “Mmm. Let it burn.”
“Steve…” You warn.
When he pulls away again, his eyes are clouded in thought, his gaze far away. You place your hands on both sides of his face, your forehead pressed against his, “Hey. Come back to me…” he blinks, the fogginess fades. A sad smile lifts your lips,  “there you are… Listen, I have to do this, it's important.”
He shakes his head lightly.
“Please, let me handle this…” you swallow hard, “Let me fix this.” Your eyes meet his, pleading him to understand.
He nods slowly, “The moment this is all over, you are mine.”
A smile plays on your lips, if only it was that easy, you don’t have the heart to break his hope, so you nod in agreement, “After I finish this, I’m all yours.”
His eyes slip shut, his jaw clenching, “Promise me, Angel.”
Your heart feels like lead in your chest, but you agree, “I Promise.”
Rising from the bed, he offers you his hand, pulling you toward your bathroom he begins to shed what little clothing he still wears. His navy sweats hang low on his hips, he pulls you against him. His chest is bare and warm, your fingers splay against the taught muscles as his hands find the hem of your night-shirt, lifting it off your body. The cool air kissing your skin as his eyes rake over you.
Walking the two of you towards your shower, he flicks on the water before hooking his thumbs into your underwear, kneeling as he slips them off you.
Your brows scrunch, “Steve, what are you doing?” 
He stands again, peppering your lips with his, his whispers meeting your ears between kisses, “You said we needed a shower.”
You pull away, raising a brow, “No, I said I need a shower.”
“Same thing.” he shrugs, his eyes softening when they meet yours, they are so vibrant and alive, like the first time you ever met him in the casino elevator. You want to get lost in them, dive beneath the surface, and drown in him. He smirks, tucking your hair behind your ear, his fingers gently grazing the spade tattoo, you shiver. “Besides, you better get used to this, we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
Damn right you do, but a sinking feeling gnaws at your heart, how much time did you truly have to try and make it up? Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you chuckle as he fumbles to strip himself of his pants, whisking you into the shower, the warm water trickling down your skin. He allows you the time to properly clean your hair and body, but he is oddly quiet. When you finish, you turn to him, your head tilting at his lost expression, stepping closer your hand softly caresses his cheek. 
“Stevie?”
His eyes slowly rake over your body before locking with yours. 
“Forget this city.” there is a resolve in his voice as it meets your ears, a fire in his eyes, your heart squeezing in your chest, your brows knit together.
One of his hands covers yours against his cheek, the other pulling you against him, “I mean it. We can run, right now.” His eyes frantically searched yours, “No one needs to know, we can disappear, just me and you, never look back.” There under his resolve, you hear the brokenness he is fighting to hide. With each passing moment that you don’t agree, you can see the hope fading from his eyes.
Swallowing hard, you shake your head, “I can’t.” you drop his gaze, “I’m sorry, I have to fix this, to ensure you are safe.” you feel the tears prick your eyes, as they settle over his still healing wound, your hand grazes it softly. Guilt slicing through you at the sight, “I’m so sorry...”
He lifts your chin so your eyes meet his again, “Don’t be,” his lips tilt upward, but there is still a great sadness haunting his eyes. “I’m a big target, kinda hard to miss…” his thumb swipes the tears that tumble down your cheeks. 
Biting your lip you shake your head again, “It's my fault… I–”
He silences you, crushing his lips over yours in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, it's all consuming, as if you were the oxygen he needed to survive. His hands fall from your face to slip across your skin, causing goosebumps to break out across your body, one snakes around your thigh, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, the other on your lower back, pressing you impossibly closer. He spins you, caging you against the wall, the sensation of the icy tile against your back, and his warm chest causes a shudder to ripple through you, a moan slipping past your lips. 
A growl rumbles in his chest as his hardened length slips against your center, your breath catching in your throat. His hand on your thigh slips up into your hair, pulling your head back, so he can watch your face contort in pleasure as he spears into you slowly. Your eyes slip shut as he starts his agonizingly slow pace, you can feel all of him, each little roll of his hips, the way his head rubs just where you need him. He is taking his time with you, being so gentle it’s almost painful, he has you writhing against the wall. Your nails digging into his arms and back, his thrusts hard and slow, like he is learning you all over again. Burning you into his memory, his lips pepper onto your skin, kissing and nipping at the slick flesh of your neck and chest. 
Both of you are slowly descending into madness, he knows what you need as he slips one hand between your bodies, expertly applying pressure as he circles your bud. A particularly harsh thrust has you careening over the edge, vision bursting with white spots as you clench around him, your back arching off the wall. His lips seal around one breast, his thrusts now faster, the rhythm failing as he chases his high. He releases your breast, truly pornographic sounds echo off the tiles as he buries his head in your neck. Both his hands wrap around your waist to steady you as he shoves deeper one last time before he finally stills, warmth spreading inside you, the two of you breathing heavily, he presses his forehead to yours.
“Swear to me, you’ll come back. That we will be together.”
“Yes.” you breathe against his lips.
“Swear it.” His grip on your hips tightens almost painfully, the broken plea leaving his lips.
“I swear.”
Wade walked into the downstairs office where you were lounging in the desk chair your feet propped up on the desk. Your gaze locked on Steve in the training area, the sound of punches landing on vinyl echoes as the office door opens. 
Wade’s eyes follow yours as Steve stops his assault on the bag. Wade turns in time to watch Steve’s eyes meet yours. There is a light in his eyes, a happiness that seems out of place given the current circumstances.
The door clicks shut, Wade leans against it, waiting for you to acknowledge him, when you don’t he sighs loudly. Only then do you pull your attention to him, a distant look in your eyes.
He clicks his tongue, “Let me guess. You made a promise you can’t keep.” 
The look you give him tells him all he needs to know, you don’t even try to deny it.
Your brows knit together, “Is it bad to give him hope?”
Wade walks closer, sitting next to your feet on the desk, “False hope can do more damage than an honest truth, no matter how painful.”
Your mouth quirks to the side as you chew your bottom lip, “Who says it’s false?”
Wade shoots you an apathetic look, your name leaving his lips softly, “You know the dead cannot mix with the living.”
Your gaze falls, fingers idly fidgeting as you lift your gaze back out to Steve, “Don’t tell him.”
His heart aches for you, nothing has gone right for you, out of everyone here, you’ve lost the most. As your friend it pains him to watch the sadness roll into your eyes, he nods slowly, “It’s not my place, kid.”
You swallow, and as if he had imagined the past five minutes, you stand from your seat, your normal, terrifying persona is back in place. Calm and collected, as if the man you would die for and life you deserve isn’t just out of reach.
Your eyes slide to his, “You wanted to talk about the intel?”
The change in demeanor gave Wade whiplash, but he would never call attention to it, “Yeah, let’s go upstairs, Zemo has more he wants to inform us on.”
The three of you enter Zemo’s office, Steve’s hand rests on your lower back as he ushers you through the doors. Zemo is sitting at his desk, a deep frown creasing his brow as he stares at his phone. In the corner, by the bookshelves sits Loki, his head propped on his hand, deep in thought, he doesn't even acknowledge you as you walk in.
Zemo greets the three of you without looking up, his hand raised, offering a new phone, “Mr. Rogers, I assume your men would like to be informed of your current state.” 
Steve lingers for a moment, his hand sliding to grasp your waist briefly as he moves to accept the phone, thanking him. Steve nods to you and Wade, “I'll only be a moment.”
You give him a soft smile as he heads back out onto the main casino floor, you can already hear one of his men pickup as the door shuts. You turn your attention back to Zemo, who is now leaning back in his chair, loosening his tie, before steepling his hands on the desk in front of him. He sighs heavily, his eyes weary as he takes you and Wade in.
“I have set up a meeting between Steve and your brother at the ‘Lumerian’, a private room has been reserved. I want you there Wraith, we need both of these men to settle this, otherwise none of us will survive what's to come.”
“Yessir.”
“Sweep the building, ensure your brother hasn’t set any traps or brought backup. As of right now your only order is to ensure Rogers stays alive at all costs. Is that understood?”
You exhale, “Yessir.” 
“Good. Желать, (zhelat, obsession.) you are with Laufeyson, his personal security for the time being.”
Wade eyes Loki, whose attention is finally on the three of you. Wade looks to you, then to Zemo, “Sir, permission to brief her?”
Zemo gestures to you, nodding, “You have the floor.”
Wade straightens, “The phone you gave me a few months back happened to be quite fruitful. As it turns out, Francis happens to be half of the four horsemen–”
You scowl, “The four horsemen?” your eyes flicker to Zemo, “They were exiled for their brutality, their methods are downright barbaric! How the hell have they been operating here, under our noses?!”
Zemo nods in agreement, “It would seem they have had help. Laufeyson knows their whereabouts, he will find out where they will be tonight. Then you and Желать (Zhelat) will take care of them.”
Wade clears his throat, “They also happen to be the ones responsible for your museum, and for beating up Steve’s kid. There have been murmurs of one of them being responsible for your parents’ accident…”
Anger flares within you, no wonder Peter had been so brutalized, the Four Horsemen were downright cruel in their punishments, fucking sadists. If they were responsible for your parents death, you were going to rip them apart when you got your hands on them.
Wade places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a knowing look, “Loki and I will contact you with the address, the minute we locate them.”
“It will just be the two of you. Заря and Удача (Zarya/Dawn, Udacha/fortune) are out of town, you won't have any backup.” Zemo gives the two of you a pointed look, “I don’t care how it's done, I want them gone. Then we will make our final move on our mutual friend.” 
You give Wade a vicious grin, “Don’t start without me.”
He gives a grin that matches yours, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Keep him alive Желат (zhelat), you are dismissed.”
Wade nods as he and Loki head for the doors. Loki walks towards you first, the door to the office opens as Steve walks in. Loki grasps your gloved hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, “Goodluck darling. Give ‘em hell.” He turns toward the door, stopping and turning to you one last time, his eyes meeting yours as Steve stops beside you, you can feel Steve watching the two of you. Loki gives you a camera worthy smile, “Goodbye Death Darling, it was a pleasure doing business with you.”
You couldn’t help but feel like his parting words held a stifling amount of finality—
“Wraith…”
Zemo pulled your attention back to him, “Did you ever receive blood from Steve or Barnes?”
Your brows rose then furrowed, what kind of question was that, “I’m sorry sir? I don't–”
Zemo’s eyes met yours, pursing his lips before letting go of a long breath, “Your blood work came back from the night we pulled you out of the bay.” he paused, you could see him trying to find the right words for what he was about to say. Your stomach dropped, you didn’t like where this was going.
When Steve arrives at the Lemurian Star, he arrives alone. You had convinced him to drop you off a block away so you could ensure it was safe for him to arrive. He sat in the driver’s seat in front of the restaurant, he didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. The last time he had seen your brother, he had tried his damndest to kill him, Steve’s hand lightly grazed the wound under his shirt, and Tony damn near succeeded.
Taking a deep breath he centered himself, there were obviously bigger fish, he and Tony would need to set aside their differences, if not for your sake, for the sake of surviving. 
Steve didn’t know who to trust, Loki and his brother felt slimy, he didn’t know if he could trust his own men, Bucky had proven he couldn't. And he didn’t necessarily trust Zemo or the other Aces, but he trusted you. After everything, you had saved his life, risking yours in the process, betraying your own brother, for him. 
He knew Bucky thought he was insane for even considering trusting you, but at this point, if you were to truly be his demise, he would gladly die at your hands… 
No.
Neither of you were going to die, this was going to blow over and then the two of you would leave this damn city behind for good. He would give you the life you deserved, maybe settle down have a few—
Ding
His phone vibrated in his hand, the little notification lighting up his screen:
Angel: Clear. It’s just Tony. Third floor.
Steve leaned his head back against the headrest, taking another deep breath.
Let's get this over with.
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zemothebaron · 2 years
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Give that man a beard a damn sword marvel!!!
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weirdodreamergirl · 2 years
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First time
Pairings: Bucky x Fem! reader.
Warnings: MATURE CONTENT (+18)!!/ mention of sexual language and activities. DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Summary: After the events happened at the club in Madripoor, Bucky and you share a room together, but you won't be sleeping.
Hi there!! I came back with another Bucky fic! I was feeling inspired and decided to write this, hope you like it! For the ones who sent me requests, I will try to write them this week, I'm sorry for the waiting and thank you for your patience, you won't be disappointed!
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After the events happened at the club, Sharon managed to find a room for Bucky and you to use for the rest of the night, waiting for the sunrise to go back into action.
You could feel your muscles aching already after you had to run fast while being chased by the majority of criminals in the city. It was something that you didn't want to repeat, ever again.
Bucky had been silent since your return, his gaze locked on the wall in front of him and his hands fidgeting absentmindedly.
You could sense that there was something off and you knew why.
When Zemo talked about his plan, you instantly disagreed, not wanting Bucky to fall into the darkness of his past again, due to being the winter soldier for one more time.
"Talk to me," you said softly, slowly approaching the bed and sitting next to him.
He sighed as he turned his head to you, locking his blue piercing eyes into yours.
He was hesitant as he kept looking at you without saying a word.
You smiled at him and then rose one of your hands to caress his bearded cheek, wanting him to feel reassured and safe.
"You are safe with me Bucky" you stated as your hand traveled through his metal arm until it met his metal hand.
He instantly released his tensed fingers, which were closed in a tight punch.
"How did I manage to deserve you doll?" He suddenly spoke, intertwining his fingers with yours, making you smile.
"Dork" you laughed as you jokingly slapped his chest, rising your eyes up.
He giggled and it made your heart melt seeing him finally relaxing a bit.
"I'm fine doll" he stated softly, looking at you again and caressing your cheek with his flesh hand.
You didn't say anything as you lowered your eyes to his mouth, feeling the intense urge to touch them with yours.
He seemed to understand your intentions as he slowly leaned towards you, his face getting closer and closer to yours.
You both closed your eyes and stood in silence for a few seconds with your foreheads attached, enjoying the presence of one another.
You felt millions of butterflies being freed into your stomach as Bucky softly kissed you, his lips delicately touching yours.
He sighed in relief as you deepened the kiss, your tongue desperately looking for his meanwhile you got on top of him.
Your hands were playing with his short dark hair, making him moan softly whenever you would slightly pull it during the kiss.
Suddenly, his hands stopped yours as you were trying to unzip his tactical gear.
"Y/N, we can't," he said breaking the kiss and sighing in defeat.
It had always been like this between you two since you started to be together. Whenever you were sharing an intimate contact he would stop, afraid that he could hurt you in some way. You had never been touched by anyone, so you wanted him to be your first time, although it would have been his first time too in a way.
"Bucky you won't hurt me" you stated softly, delicately putting a finger under his chin to make him look at you.
You could see passion and hunger being shut by uncertainty and insecurity, two feelings that had been inside of him ever since he was "himself" again.
"He is not inside of you anymore, he can't harm anyone," you said as you hugged him, trying to stop his intrusive thoughts.
You could feel him relax in your grip, his face hidden in the crock of your neck to seek reassurance. You delicately massaged his aching back and he sighed in relief.
"Forget about this love, let's go to bed, we are both very tired" you mumbled gently, slowly starting to move out from Bucky's hold.
As you were about to get up from his legs, his flesh hand gripped your arm, pulling you back on his lap.
"Bucky what-" he cupped your face as his lips crushed onto yours in an impatient, desirous kiss.
A moan escaped your mouth as his hands landed on your ass, making you even more aroused.
Your lips were still tightly attached when you finally unzipped his tactical gear, revealing his thick, strong chest.
Bucky groaned in pleasure as he felt your soft small hands caressing his abdomen, his erection painfully pushing onto the crotch of his pants.
"You make me crazy doll" he groaned in your ear as his lips were roaming around your neck, kissing every inch of it.
In a blink of an eye, your shirt and bra were gone too, your naked chests touching while you shared a ferocious kiss.
The feeling of your bare breasts against his pecs sent shivers doing your spine, making you moan in pleasure.
Suddenly Bucky lifted you, only to slowly make you lay down on the white mattress behind you a few seconds later.
Light whimpering sounds left your mouth as his lips traveled from your mouth to your right breast, while his hand was gently cupping the other one.
You couldn't hold it anymore so you dragged his face towards yours, before kissing him hungrily.
Your hands reached the crotch of his pants before cupping his penis and slightly putting pressure on it. This made Bucky go insane as he moaned loudly while your lips were still attached.
He had been Hydra's puppet for so long that he had forgotten what was like to share an intimate moment with the one you love.
Every emotion, every sensation was increased and he was happy that he was doing it with you, the one and only.
"If you keep doing it, I won't be able to resist" Bucky groaned, his eyes still closed due to the immense bliss he was experiencing.
You bit your lip and smirked, being very proud of yourself for making your man beg you to stop.
As you were told, you stopped, but only to reach for his buttons, unbuttoning them a few seconds after.
He was now standing completely naked on top of you and you took your time to capture every inch of his handsome thick body.
"Do you like what you see?" he smirked as he saw you eating his body with just your intense staring.
You didn't answer, but your actions indirectly did it for you, as your hand desperately pulled his head down making his lips crush onto yours.
As your trousers and panties had been previously thrown away too, you could feel his erection pushing onto your tight while you were sharing a passionate kiss, your bodies tightly attached not leaving even a tiny space in between.
He wanted you closer and closer to him. You were making him feel emotions that he had forgotten a long time ago, sensations that didn't experience with anyone even before the war. Before Hydra. Before everything.
Your fingers grabbed onto the skin of his shoulders as his mouth landed on your breasts again, this time licking and gently biting your nipples.
Your light whinings were making him go crazier and crazier each time they left your red swollen lips, a sweet sound that filled his ears graciously.
"Bucky!" you whimpered as his thumb started to create small circles on your clitoris, making your stomach fill with a warm pleasuring sensation.
He had always been worried about not knowing how to seduce a woman like he used to but with you, everything came naturally. He didn't need to think much, his instincts took over him as his mind was filled with pleasure and desire.
You arched your back as he inserted one of his fingers inside you and slowly started to pump it in and out while his thumb was still working on your sensitive spot.
The room was filled with loud moans and heavy wheezings as your body experienced a pleasure it had never met and you wanted more, you needed more.
As Bucky noticed that you were near to reaching your orgasm he stopped, he wasn't finished with you yet.
You furrowed your brows and looked at him in confusion but he didn't give you the time to say something as his lips touched yours once again, his right hand desperately grabbing onto your left tight, harshly pushing it onto his waist.
"Bucky, please" you begged him breathless as you couldn't bear to resist anymore.
Your begging sent him over the edge as he closed his eyes in bliss, while unintentionally making his member touch your wet entrance.
A little gasp left your mouth as he did so.
"Are you sure doll?" Bucky whispered above you, looking at you with hunger in his blue piercing eyes.
You nodded before caressing one of his cheeks to reassure him. You knew he was afraid to hurt you but you were sure he wouldn't.
He didn't hesitate a second as he carefully moved his hips inwards, slowly penetrating you. You let out a small whimper as you were feeling pleasure but also pain at the same time.
It was normal, you thought. It was your first time after all.
You could see that Bucky was uncertain of whether to continue or to stop, he could feel that he was hurting you.
"I'm okay" you reassured him while using your legs on his waist to push him to keep going.
As you did so he started to move his hips again, crushing them onto yours in calm pleasuring movements, which made him groan loudly.
Muffled moans left your lips as bliss took over the pain, the sweet and warm sensation forming again inside your stomach at every penetration.
Bucky caged you into his arms as his speed intensified, his left metal hand grabbing onto the headboard and the other one under your waist, pushing you as closer to him as possible.
Your lips crushed in a desperate kiss while your bodies kept dancing together, your hips lifting to meet his rapid movements, making you both whine in pleasure.
"I love you so much" Bucky tried to mumble, but the emotions he was feeling were so strong that his mind didn't want to cooperate.
You firmly clutched onto his back, your nails leaving red marks on his skin unintentionally as you couldn't resist anymore. You reached the orgasm with a loud moan, which echoed inside the big room.
The rapid pulsing of your walls around his penis made Bucky come a few seconds after with an intense groan. His climax was so powerful that he couldn't control his metal hand, which easily and harshly broke the wooden headboard of the bed.
"Fuck" he groaned still trying to recover from his intense orgasm.
You giggled while looking above you, where the broken pieces were swinging just a few inches away from your head.
"Sharon will make us pay for this you know?" you warned him while laughing.
"I don't care about it doll, it was worth it" he replied while smirking "and the night isn't over yet" he continued as he lowered his head again, slowly kissing your neck.
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mrsmaxwelllord · 2 years
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a zemo fiction
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Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: no actual sex, but... explicit (18+ MINORS DNI)
A/N: 7 days in entebbe is daniel's hottest look and i cannot stop thinking about it.
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 Because you knew the thing you wished could happen wouldn't have a happy ending, you didn’t like what you saw in Zemo’s eyes every time he looked in your direction — and you looked back at him.
 When you first met him in that damn garage in Germany, you only felt curious. It wasn’t always you got the chance to meet The Man that Broke the Avengers apart in person. Then you were too cautious to speak to him, it was only in Madripoor that you actually got to see the real Baron Zemo.
 While playing Smiling Tiger’s eye candy, you had enough time to observe Zemo. Unfortunately, you were forced to conclude, quite fast, that his mannerism was undesirably attractive.
 His confidence and boldness was captivating. And that damned beard of his. You thought he would shave it once he got hands in a razor, but he only trimmed it, leaving a kinda dishevelled look to it.
 One could easily say you were mesmerised by his charm. You thanked God that Sam and Bucky were worried about the mission enough to not notice the looks you gave Zemo.
 But you could tell that he observed you as well.
 You just didn’t know if he was aware of the influence he had over you.
 The day you arrived in Latvia, after Bucky decided to go for a walk, Sam left you in charge of Zemo and went to his room. You knew he was exhausted and you could tell he was going to drop unconscious the moment he hit bed, you were tired too but there was something you wished to do before sleeping. But contrary to what Sam planned, you had no plan of being someone’s babysitter.
 As soon as you heard Sam locking his door, you went to the bathroom for a very deserving bath and Alone Time. You knew Zemo wasn’t an idiot, he probably had realised already you have been followed. You guess it was the Wakadans, but you had no clue how many people he made unhappy in his life. If he was interested in his well being, he would stay in the house.
 So he did.
 When you walked away from the bathroom, steam all around you, feeling the most relaxed you had been in weeks, he offered you cherry blossom tea. Who would have thought?
 You accepted it and he poured you an expensive-looking cup. You turned in your seat to watch him. His coat you like so much was set in the chair beside yours, and he was only in a cashmere sweater.
 You took your time with the tea, eyes never leaving the baron. 
 “Did you like it?” he asked, still not setting down or facing you.
 You shrugged.
 “It is okay” was your answer, just as suggestively as his question.
 “Well. At least you trust I won’t run away”
 You made sure to put the teacup down and turn around before properly answering him. “You know that I don’t. I just know you're not stupid enough to leave the security of your two guardian angels’ wings without a good reason.”
 That made him face you. A displeased expression.
 “James and Sam would soon shoot each other before willingly protecting me, draga.”
 You gigled.
 “That is not the point, is it?”
 “It is not” he murmured, calmer. Then, after a moment of thought, he stretched out his hand to place it on your face.
 You gulped. Then allowed him to do as he pleased.
 However, the Baron didn’t do anything else. He held your face with both hands, caressing your cheekbones and jaw. Running his finger on the skin of your neck. Grabbing the hair in the back of your head. Touching your parted lips with his fingertips, his own mouth agape, humming a wantonly moan.
 “My eyes haven't left you since I first saw you” he whispered, then he looked away from your mouth to your eyes. “I’ve been dying to kiss you.”
 This was enough to make you melt under his cares, you had to hold back a cry. Instead, you parted your legs, making room for him, and he immediately took the place against you. You grabbed his wrist and the soft material of the sweater above his heart, urging him to keep going.
 “Helmut” you called, wetting your lips with the tip of your tongue. But you were not able to formulate a sentence, so  you simply pulled him to you.
 When his mouth first met yours, it wast with a sigh. You were desperate for it and you could tell he was as well, but he didn’t rush anything: he was calm, testing. His kiss was slowly taking you in, tasting you and savouring the moment.
 He flexed the hand on your hair, managing to arch your neck so he could deepen the kiss. You could only whimper against him. Helmut used the opportunity to use his tongue on you.
 His hand ran down your neck, pulling away the collar of the robe, exposing your shoulder. You were slowly losing your mind to the emotions. Wherever he touched goosebumps erupted, guiding your focus to where he wanted.
 Helmut interrupted the kiss for a fraction of seconds, just so he could take a good look at your discomposed face — hair out of place, glassy dreamy eyes and slightly open, flushed and wet mouth — and resumed kissing you with a new intensity to it. Neither of you could hold back the moans.
 Especially not when he reached to your thin pajama top and groped your breast. You managed to arch your back even more and accidentally break the kiss with a whimper, when he found your niple and meanly squeezed it.
 “Hulmut, please” you cried, begging for him to… stop it, keep going? You couldn’t tell what you were asking for. 
 He chuckled darkly and began a trail of kisses from your cheek to your neck. Then, grabbed your hips tightly and pulled you flush against him and his hardening dick.
 The feel of his teeth against the soft skin of your neck was driving you insane with lust, you could only hold onto him for dear life. You weren't even remembering Sam in a room somewhere or the explanation you’d have to give the boys for the lovebites on your neck and shoulders. You could only feel Helmut’s lips and the way they made you pulse with desire. You never felt so vulnerable under one's ministration before, so eager to receive whatever one gives you; you usually are more… active.
 Helmut lips were on the cleavage of our top, so close yet so distant to where you desperately wanted and needed him, aware of your needs and thoroughly teasing you. Your back was just as arched as it could be, your eyes rolling, and you just grasped his hair to guide his lips where you wanted them.
 You were almost succeeding in your task. Almost. When the main door was opened by Bucky.
 In record time you and Helmut walked away, each to the opposite side. You managed to lock the door of your room in time to hear Bucky ask about Sam and tell Helmut about the Dora Milaje.
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Kiss me like you mean it
Story by: @allegedlyann Art by: @burnin-brighter
Rating: E
Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Retried Steve Rogers, Former Captain America Steve Rogers, Bearded Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Silver Fox Steve Rogers, Thirst Trap Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Sassy Bucky Barnes, Thirsty Bucky Barnes, Twink Bucky, (Bucky’s love for printed shirts), Travel, Holidays, Italy, Boats and Ships, (There was only one boat?), Age Difference, Fake Dating, Flirting, Pining, Kissing, Exhibitionism Kink, Unresolved Sexual Tension, (until it gets resolved), Zemo is a piece of work, Kidnapping, Button Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers
Chapter: 8/8
Bucky’s plan for the summer was to travel across Italy while working remotely as a computer scientist for Stark Industries. But somehow he finds himself on a yacht pretending to be the sweetheart of the ‘allegedly’ retired Steve Rogers. Between the silver hair, flirtatious banter, and the stupid speedos the man liked to wear, Bucky was trying not to let the thirst and feelings drown him in the Mediterranean sea. Meanwhile, Zemo just wanted to relax after a job well done. Honest!
💙🤍💙🤍On Ao3 💙🤍💙🤍
For the @silver-fox-steve-bang ! 💙
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f1yogurt · 2 years
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hiiiie! prompt/request time
I think this would be interesting to see how a bunch of different characters would react/act in this scenario (ex. Niki, Laszlo, Zemo etc.)
Their reaction to a partner commenting/prasing their facial hair choice (if that makes sense) ex. reader suggests they grow out a beard/shave clean
ok so this one is kinda confusing but I just love facial hair {or lack of in some cases} its such a neat feature and this first gif made me think things
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Cat you are literally the only person requesting things from me right now and I love you for it, keep it coming queen.
HCs: The Danny Bunch and Facial Hair
Zemo:
Zemo is definitely more clean-shaven, but like we saw with prison Zemo, he can still have a bit of scruff at times. He'd love it if you praised his clean-shaven look or ran your hands along his smooth cheeks, because I feel like he's the one most likely to put a lot of time and effort into his appearance. He'd not only groom his facial hair, but he'd also put on one of his fancy colognes and use some yummy smelling aftershave. He'd immediately be in love if you complimented how nice he looked or how good he smelled. At times, though, when he's been on a mission or just hasn't had access to a proper razor and mirror, he'll grow some scruff. Maybe even a full on beard. I think it might make him feel a bit unkempt if it goes on too long, but if you say something about liking his beard/scruff, he'd preen and enjoy it.
Laszlo:
Laszlo is a beard king. He keeps it very nice, well-groomed, in the fashionably acceptable way that society had at the time. He would loove to have his beard stroked, to have you run your fingers through it. Any kind of facial touches and he melts right into a puddle of love, wanting to stay there and have you touch him for as long as you want. If you praise his facial hair at all, and I mean like at all, he will maybe blush at first and get kinda shy, but then he'd want to use it as an excuse for you to hold him and pet his cheeks for hours. Laszlo's so touch-starved and will do anything for you to touch and praise him. Not to mention he loves having his beard stroked during kisses as you draw him in closer.
Niki:
Niki is definitely clean shaven. If he ever had any kind of scruff, he'd want to shave it right off. Especially if someone mentioned that he was growing even the smallest bit of facial hair, he'd cut it off. I just see him being very pristine in that way and liking to keep his appearance nice. It also must feel better to not have sweaty nastiness in a beard after racing on a long, hot day. But if you gave him even the smallest compliment on his appearance, especially on a facial feature other than his overbite, he'd internally be a flustered mess because no one really tells him he looks good.
Andrea:
Andrea is a clean-shaven baby. He'd blush when you coo about how you want to pinch his cheeks, or smoosh his cute little face. Honestly I think Andrea blushes really prettily, and his pink cheeks are so adorable. He likes any kind of facial touches or when you stroke the side of his cheek with your thumb. Any praises to his appearance and he'll be an excited a little puppy begging you for attention.
Ernst:
I feel like Ernst has a range and could go either go full beard, scruff, or clean-shaven. Scruff probably most of the time, because he likes to keep himself looking nice and tidy but he usually gets caught up in his work and forgets to shave some days. You would have to remind him to shave. Like during the day, he'd be working on some part of the ship, all focused, and then you'd just pull him in for a quick kiss and smile and say "you need a shave," as you hold his cheeks. He'd blink in a sort of daze and nod, but probably would forget again.
Alex Garel:
Oh Alex is a facial hair king. This Spanish boy knows how to do beards right. Alex has fluffy, unkempt hair. It's always mussed from him (or you) running hands through it while he's working. It gives him a very soft look. He keeps up with his beard and also enjoys your hands running through it, especially when you're kissing or cuddling. 10/10 kissable scruff. Very soft. If you compliment him on it, he'll smile and work to keep it nice for you.
Sebastian Zollner:
Ah yes, Sebastian. He's a chaotic mess and his facial hair would be the same. Most of the time, it's untamed scruff. He really tries to keep it clean shaven, but fails. I feel like he'd think the scruff looks sexy, which is true, but he usually doesn't keep up with it. If you compliment his beard, he'll smirk and wink all saucy like "oh, I bet you like it," but then you'll remind him that you hope he doesn't keep the unkempt druggie look for too long.
Alex Kerner:
Alex is very much like Andrea. Squish his cheeks, tell him his face looks cute, and he's a happy boy. Nothing more to say.
David Kern:
Like Alex and Andrea, David is a baby boy with no facial hair. David doesn't really do this for style or anything, it's just how he's always kept his hair. Plus, he loves it when you put your hands on his cheeks and he can feel the warmth of your palms. He likes that and will never grow a beard.
Konrad Koch:
Konrad has some of the most epic facial hair I've ever seen. That man can pull off any beard, goatee, moustache, etc. and still look good. He'd be really playful and silly and would enjoy you giving him new ideas to try for facial hair. He loves compliments from anyone, especially if it's you.
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