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wayward-mikaelson · 2 years

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Distance pt.1 (Daniel Brühl x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1242

About: After your visit with German actor and boyfriend, you have to head back to the states for work.

Warnings/Trigger Warnings: None

*This work is written for the 18 and up crowd. By clicking "keep reading" you are acknowledging and agreeing that your 18 years or older.*

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The warmth of the morning sunlight beat through the window and hit your face. It felt nice, yes, but you had to roll over and bury your face into the cool skin of the person that laid next to you. You took in a deep breath to see if you could still smell the lingering smell of the woodsy cologne he wore. You could. The corner of your lips tugged into a small smile as you exhaled and wrapped an arm around your lover's bare torso and snuggled closer to him.

“Darling,” the morning rasp of Daniel’s voice caused your ears to perk up. You loved it when his voice got like that. You’d do anything to hear his voice like that. You felt the bed shift around beside you. “Darling,” Daniel repeated again, this time you felt his hand on your face.

You opened one eye and saw that Daniel had sat up on his right arm. He brushed the hair from your face and smiled down at you once he saw you fully open your eyes. His dark brown eyes never left your face. You knew exactly what he was going to say.

“I know,” your voice was soft as you said it first. “I gotta get up and catch my flight.” You felt like your heart was about to burst saying it out loud.

You had spent the last two weeks in Germany with your boyfriend. It was the first time in almost three months that you and Daniel had any kind of quality time together. Daniel had taken you to his favorite places, again, and that included his restaurant, for the millionth time. It had been a blast until last night when you realized that it would be your last night with him. You had to go back home to the states for your next job. You weren’t sure when you would see him next and that made your heart ache.

Distance was cruel sometimes.

Daniel and you met in Atlanta while you were working on the set of Captain America: Civil War. You were just a crew member and your number one rule, it was a huge rule for you and you alone, was to never get involved with an actor. That was due to their busy schedules and the fact that you would most likely never see them for months at a time.

That all changed when you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking and bumped right into Daniel. His coffee had spilled everywhere on the front of his shirt and yours. You had been horrified but, luckily, for you, he wasn’t filming yet and it was just a random shirt. He brushed the whole incident off and insisted that you didn’t need to clean it.

The two of you started out as friends, talking and getting to know each other. While working on set, he’d take you out for coffee. Evans and Mackie teased you all the time about it, but the teasing never bothered you. Out of all the people you communicated with on a daily basis, Daniel was the one you talked to the most. It never seemed weird to you. You loved talking to him and talking to him made everything about your day feel better. Daniel had become a safe place for you and it didn’t take you long to realize you had feelings for the German-Spanish actor. You began to crave his presence each and every day while working on set.

It wasn’t until about a year later, after the very last scene you worked on Civil War, you guys ran into each other again. This time in London, you were working on another film and ran into him while dining at a small restaurant. The two of you hung around the restaurant until it was super late. You didn’t want to go your separate ways so you invited him back to your hotel room for a couple more drinks. It didn’t take long for things to heat up and the clothes to come off.

That was nearly four years ago.

Four years of making a relationship work with an actor, despite the number one rule you had, had years ago.

“I’ve enjoyed our time together,” You could hear the sadness creeping into Daniel's voice. He didn’t want you to leave at all either. He loved being with you because you brought out the good in him. He won’t admit it to you, but he hated the time and distance away from you. He wished that he could wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you in his arms.

“It’s such a shame you have to go back.” His fingers traced around your bare shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I had so much more planned.”

You took a deep breath and sat up into a sitting position. Daniel soon followed. “I wish there was more time, but I gotta get back to start this new project.”

Your job wasn't hard, but it was very demanding. You got to travel the world with well known actors, directors, stunt doubles, etc. and everything was paid for. It paid well so when you had breaks from traveling, you had a little apartment in the suburbs of your hometown that you would stay in for a month or two. It was nicely furnished and whenever you traveled, you let your brother stay there to take care of your two cats.

Daniel bit his bottom lip and sighed real deep. “I know, I know,” you spoke Daniel's unspoken thoughts before he could. “One day, there won’t be time nor distance between us.”

“I know,” Daniel whispered as he brushed hair out of your face. “Why don’t I help you pack up your things while you shower, my love.”

The rest of the time, it was silent. It always was whenever one of you had to leave. You showered while Daniel packed up your things. You contemplated staying an extra day and calling your boss about the delay. One more day couldn’t hurt. When you stepped out of the shower and got dressed, you noticed your bags sitting by the door. Your jacket, laying on top.

The two of you went around the corner to the small little coffee shop that you loved. Once the two of you ate and had a small cup of coffee, Daniel called you a taxi and helped you load up. Before you could get into the backseat, Daniel took hold of your upper arm and spun you around. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what was wrong, Daniel's lips were already pressing against yours. You sighed and melted right into his arms.

“I love you,” Daniel whispered into your ear before kissing the side of your head.

“I love you, too,” You loosened your hands and let go of the front of his shirt. When you looked up, you saw the softest smile on Daniel’s face. “I’ll call you when I land,” you stepped back and settled yourself into the taxi.

“I look forward to that.”

As the taxi pulled away, you looked behind and watched as the man of your dreams grew smaller and smaller. You hated this feeling more than anything. You hated that you had to go or that he had to go. You hated everything about your situation and arrangement.

Distance was cruel.

Distance was a bitch.

#wayward mikaelson #marvel #mcu #daniel bruhl imagine #daniel bruhl fanfic #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel brühl #marvel fanfic #marvel imainge #baron zemo #zemo #helmut zemo

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bottombaron · 3 years

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spoilers for what if...?

some quick thoughts on the first Marvel What If...? episode that are almost all Bucky related big surprise:

i froth at the mouth at any small moment of pre-ws!Bucky like a stranded survivor of a shipwreck. yes pls all of it, i need more. my desire to know who traumatized characters were pre-trauma is like an un-quenchable thirst.

that being said, i'm loving the idea the Bucky was just...a big fucking himbo. a nerdy silly himbo. there's nothing more satisfying than a super pretty competent person wowing you with some big time dork energy.

his lines were so groan worthy which is why i loved them. looking back it's a pretty obvious choice to make Bucky Barnes pre-Winter Soldier just Bucky Barnes from the comic books. he tells bad jokes, he's a damsel in distress, he's there for a reaction shot or two, and best of all he's got the worst one-liners.

my kingdom for Bucky of today going back to his bad one liners, honestly i would pay marvel to have Bucky throw a knife in someone's face, blood is everywhere, and he just goes, "knife to meet you." (Sam is floored. he goes through the 5 stages of grief in ten seconds and ends up laughing so hard his lungs hurt. redwing has it recorded and sam revisits it when he needs to)

the part where Steve gets back into the Hydra Smasher and falls on his face is peak stevebucky tho. Bucky is unconcerned, makes light of it, and there's even some light teasing. i have to highlight this for the purpose of Bucky's characterization in fanfic in terms of how he treats Steve, especially pre-serum Steve: he doesn't baby him. he doesn't mother-hen or overprotect Steve. he knows Steve is tough, he's spent years picking him up off of alleyway pavements, he's not going to act like a helicopter mom.

which i really appreciate because i'm tired of the treatment of Bucky as not also being a reckless kid in this war. Steve and Bucky don't have the dynamic of the Reasonable Adult and their Troublesome Kid i've seen sometimes in fic. they're both hooligans. Bucky comes off as the more cautious one sure, but it's just slightly. and that very slight difference gets overblown sometimes which feels disingenuous to a character that's in his 20s (like do you know bros in their 20s,,,do you?? they're still trying to run up walls and do backflips. they still think they're invincible. 20 year old men are the stupidest people on the planet. and i can say that as a man almost 30) and, by all accounts, ran mayhem in Brooklyn right next to his best friend.

just. don't forget Bucky Barnes is a young stupid pretty himbo okay?

speaking of disingenuous characterizations: what was that hetero bullshit with Peggy being more distraught over Steve's 'death' than Bucky????

are.you.kidding.me.

i feel this righteous anger burning over this, which i'm sure will come to a bigger rant at some point but really? fucking really?

this is it. this is what straight people do. this is the straight agenda.

this isn't even just about Steve and Bucky they do this kind of bullshit all the time in media: character 1 has a long-lasting deep friendship with character 2. character 1 has a romantic subplot with character 3. character 1 and 3 barely know each other. character 1 dies and character 3 is somehow more distraught about this than character 2.

i fully expected Bucky to start trying to climb down the mountain to find Steve but nope!

he's just 'oh nooo~ he ded. whelp lets go hoes'

while the woman who knew Steve for maybe a few months is doing the Darth Vader 'noooo' moment

this does not make any character, story, or emotional logical sense. there's no fucking reason for this bullshit than blatant homophobia.

like fucking fine, lets not see Steve and Bucky interact in any way because I WONDER WHY

but even better

lets have Bucky not really emote over Steve's death, because a. that's gay, we don't want people to think we write gay characters (don't worry marvel we don't) so two men can't care or mourn for each other onscreen. and b. we've got our hetero romance to sell

Peggy Carter is a professional military woman. with experience.

Bucky Barnes is some kid from Brooklyn whose been fighting in a war he's been drafted in for maybe some handful of months.

but sure. yeah. his childhood best friend dying. he's the one whose going to have the professional cool head in this moment.

and it's the PROFESSIONAL MILITARY WOMAN whose going to forget her job and training and need to be pulled from grieving BY THE MAN WHO'S BEST FRIEND JUST 'DIED'

SURE JAN SURE

it's the homophobia that betrays the logic of the characters that really fucks me up y'know?

if you're betraying the honest emotional reactions of story and character because you're afraid of those things being perceived as gay: you're homophobic.

it's really that simple.

'i'm in. for Steve' lol. like god. i'm as tired as seb sounds i swear

and i know Sebastian '~the truth of the character~' Stan probably felt like his teeth were being pulled out with hot pliers reading these. how many times did the voice director have to say, 'ok. can we try it like you're not slowly decaying from the inside, hunny?'

barely any howling commandos and none of them had any lines other than Dum Dum. ok. yeah. ok.

so some high notes:

return of my favorite Stark: 1940's Howard!

i would die twenty times just to be able to see more of Dominic Cooper's Howard Stark. he's just the fucking best. earnest and cute and a bit of a mad scientist and i fucking adore him

i need the Howard Stark + Bucky Barnes sitcom now. pls and thank you.

i'll even take 5 minute vinaigrettes of the antics they'd be up to. two playboy nerds together is just a magical event, don't waste it! i can't believe i've been sleeping on this dynamic it's too good.

"BARNES STOLE A CAR"

i will be replaying this single moment for years. the serotonin it gives me.

stark is just. the most excited man ever to have seen someone hotwire a car??? how did this scene go i need to knoooooowwww

all frustrations aside, it was really cool to see Peggy Carter as Captain Britain. she's a great character and i love her so much. every moment she was legit thrashing n*zis with her big butch arms was thrilling and satisfying.

that truck shield flip is still doing things to me...

honestly upset that the sword Peggy was wielding wasn't a Zemo easter egg like i was hoping it was 😩

#marvel what if #what if...?#what if...? spoilers #stucky #mcu #bucky barnes #stevebucky

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omg-just-peachy · 2 years

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24 from the asks?🌸

24: favorite fic you read this year

ahhh there were so many good ones, i'm going to list a few and do a mini end of the year rec list!

the love spell by annie d (stevetony)

Tony wakes up in love with Steve. This is an alarming turn of events, because he wasn’t in love with Steve when he fell asleep the night before. That said, it’s sort of nice? To be in love? He’s enjoying it, anyway.

how to win affection without really trying by annie d (stevetony)

Tony almost dies saving Steve’s life, but that’s just part of being an Avenger. It’s no reason for Steve to get all weird and intense around him afterward.

black and blue by festiveferret (stevetony)

When things at home with Brock go downhill, Steve takes refuge in the job he loves, as Tony Stark's PA.

comfortable by festiveferret (stevetony)

After the events of The Winter Solider, Tony comes to the hospital to take Steve home.

i'll turn hours into gardens by nanasekei (stevetony) (a many times over re-read but always worth mentioning because it's amazing)

Every week, a plant arrives.

make me warm (hold by hand) by holistic_alcoholic (winteriron)

But it was a fantasy, a shameful fantasy Bucky had, that he cherished in the silence of his mind, for Tony would never — not like that. Acting on it would mean betraying their friendship, betraying every kind thing Tony did for him. So no, Bucky wasn’t thinking about it, Bucky did not want it, Bucky wasn’t planning to talk about it.

Or: Bucky pines and complains about the cold. Tony makes everything better.

keep the ashes from my heart (and walk away) by coffeeinallcaps (sambucky)

(In which Sam starts dating someone who is not Bucky, and Bucky pines, gets seriously injured, and proves himself wrong.)

mind of stone by capnwinghead (sambucky)

Sam is staying with Bucky temporarily when Zemo breaks out of the Raft. Instead of laying low, he invites Sam to dinner.

i wanna be the place you call your home by notcaycepollard (sambucky)

Sam is pretty sure he’s gonna die.

He’s been fucking sick with this fucking cold for two fucking weeks now, and he’s reasonably goddamn certain this is how he’s gonna go.

It’s not the cold that’s going to kill him. Bucky’s looked after him so well he’s in no danger of dying on that front. Honestly, Bucky’s the best nurse Sam’s ever had, which is nice and all, of course it’s nice, but he’s still fairly sure he’s gonna die right now, or at least soon, because he is so sexually frustrated he’s just gonna go up in flames.

double or nothing by writtenechoes (sambucky)

The fic where they're fuck buddies and play pick-up basketball every Sunday. Maybe they're in love, everyone else thinks they're already together, they're both just a little slow on the uptake it seems.

the house/wilson first fuck radiology betting pool (housewilson) (in case anyone else would like a house md rec, i have many many many)

House/Wilson, hospital gossip, sex. Oh yes, and the bet belongs to Evil Nurse Brenda.

end of the year fanfic asks

#i love making rec lists i should do it more #ty for asking!#ask things #anonymous #fic rec #not all of these were written/posted in 2021 but that's when i read them so!

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zemodaddy · 3 years

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Hey so i finally completed the first chapter of the zemo x reader fanfic. Make sure to read the authors note at the end and i hope you enjoy.!

Synopsis:

Y/n is an ex-avenger who, after the blip was forced to work for the US government. You trained to be an assassin/spy and your gifts of wielding flames made you invaluable. When you were assigned to follow Bucky you find him helping Helmut Zemo escape from his prison cell. What is he up to? Should you stop him?

Warnings: violence, lots of swearing, angst, fluff and in later chapters extreme acts of hatred towards John Walker :)

Shades of Him

They replaced him. They replaced him with a random guy and stuck Steve’s shield on him. You were staring at the TV in disbelief. You thought of Steve like a brother and he definitely wouldn’t have wanted this.

After the blip you had no job, the avengers pretty much all separated and that left you without anything to do, and that meant no income and no income meant no home or food. You couldn’t exactly find a normal job because most people were afraid of you. A trained assassin and spy who could wield flames wasn’t really considered normal. That left you with no choice but to accept the deal the US government offered you. Do their dirty work and you wont end up homeless.

Your newest mission was to track Bucky to make sure he followed the rules set upon him for his pardon. You are close to him, like you were close to Steve. Hiding the fact that you were following him everywhere he went was kind of hard but you managed. You had to manage.

So finding him and Sam visiting a German prison kind of surprised you. Had this got to do with his therapy? Surely not. They left around an hour later and from then nothing more suspicious happened. A quick google search and a deep dive into some public records showed that a high security prisoner resided at this prison. Not just anyone. Zemo.

Interesting you thought. Later that night you followed Bucky and Sam to an old garage. You waited outside for 5 minutes before entering, trying to keep to the shadows of the room. The two men seemed to be in the midst of a heated discussion. “You want Zemo to help us?” Sam looks exasperated. Bucky looks a bit apprehensive as he says “Look let me walk you through a hypothetical, can I do that?” He begins to explain an elaborate escape plan for Zemo. Your mind was wizzing with thoughts as you tried to figure out your next move. He really isn’t in the right headspace, same old Bucky, you roll your eyes. “What are you guys doing?” You step out of the darkness. The two seemed to jump out of their skin, clearly not expecting you to be there.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Bucky asks. They both looked so shocked by your sudden appearance that you had to suppress a laugh. “I was following you.” He doesn’t look happy. “YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?” He raises his voice. You weren’t scared because you knew he loved you really. Keeping the same tone as him you shout back “YES AND YOU’RE HELPING A CRIMINAL” “I SAID HYPOTHETICALLY DIDN’T I”. Sam looks like he could start laughing any moment. You weren’t even sure if you should laugh or arrest them. Suddenly your phone buzzes. “Then please explain to me why I just got a message saying that ZEMO HAS ESCAPED FROM PRISON?” Sam looks mad now. “You’re kidding me Bucky” he says. “Look we don’t have any other leads, we were at a dead end.”

You knew that the two were looking for information on the new super soldiers serum. “He blew up the UN, he killed king T’Chaka!” Before Bucky could reply to Sams argument, the sound of a door shutting sounds through the garage and guess who walks in. Helmut fucking Zemo. Your hand flies immediately to the dagger on the side of your thigh. “Woah woah woah” Sam starts walking towards him as Bucky tries to hold him back. Too bad he didn’t see you slip past them and push Zemo against the wall with said dagger against his throat. “Your going back to prison” you pass him a sickly sweet smile. He looked surprised by you holding him against that wall but didn’t fight back. Not with the blade in your hand starting to heat up against his skin. “y/n let him go” Bucky looks frustrated.

“He can lead us closer to the serum, just let him breath for a second” Zemo did start to look a little breathless. Good, he should be scared of you. Reluctantly you let him go. He starts to talk “if I may”. At the same time the three of you go “NO”. He looked a little displeased by the response but didn’t have any other option but to oblige. “Apologies”. After further debating and a lot of disagreements you and Sam finally agree to trust Zemo.. for the time being anyways. “Alright Zemo, where do we start”

You mentally set a reminder to always have an eye on Zemo, how could you not with a guy like him. He seemed to be sending you anxious glances in return, which to be fair you did nearly choke him to death. He leads you to a large warehouse containing numerous cars of different ages, sizes and colours. Probably stolen you think. After grabbing a case full with clothes for zemo you all head to an airstrip. In the middle of which was a private jet. You look at it in awe. “So you were rich all this time?” Sam asks. “I’m a baron Sam, my family was royalty before your friends destroyed my country”. Shit. Those cars weren’t stolen then..

The mention of his country makes you think back to that battle against ultron. You were very tempted to leave the avengers after nearly wiping out the entirety of a population of a country. But they convinced you to stay, where else could you have gone anyway? You think a little longer about the aftermath, when you helped after the battle with the injured, and loved ones finding their dead. It was one of the saddest moment of your life, until the blip. No one else helped from the avengers, they didn’t even visit the memorial..

“Y/n you coming?” Sam was saying from the top of the stairs. Lost in thought you were stood in front of the plane. Maybe I should stop getting distracted you thought. Entering the jet the seats on the right were already occupied by Sam and Bucky, leaving the only other seat opposite Zemo free. Great. As a gentle reminder you check your dagger on your thigh, almost like a warning that if he tries anything he’ll know what’s coming. Zemo swallows looking where it would be and ask his butler person for a drink. Was that his butler or the pilot? Rich people problems you thought. The plane sets off and you look out of the window daydreaming a little.

The other three talk lightly until the mention of Buckys list, which ends in zemo being choked yet again. You smile a little, enjoying the mini acts of revenge for the people he’s hurt and killed. You feel a bit sleepy but then they start to discuss where you were going. “Do we want to live in a world full of people like the red skull” Zemo shakes his head lightly “that’s why we’re going to Madripoor”. Confused, Bucky explains the place’s history in the Indonesian archipelago. “It’s kept its lawless ways but we cannot go in as our selves” Zemo says. Uh oh that can’t be good.

You were right. Zemo had handed you a bag full of clothes and a pair of heels. You stared at yourself in the full length mirror that resided in the toilets. “You have got to be kidding me” you say aloud. Your were wearing a dark purple silky dress that reached only just halfway down your thigh. It exposed most of your arms, shoulders and a lot of your chest. Thankfully there was a black leather jacket in the bag too, however on the shoulders sat a blanket of fur, similarly to Zemos coat that he took from the warehouse. Your heels were also purple. You thank the lord you took the time to train in heels too because you never know when the situation arises when you happen to find yourself in those monstrous shoes.

“This” you point at yourself “is not happening”. “Ah my baroness has arrived” Zemo says, amusement glinting in his eyes. You glared at the word ‘baroness’. “Here put this on darling, to finish it off”. He holds what seems to be a lipstick in his hand. You already knew what shade it was before taking it from him. “Do you have some thing for purple or is that just me?” Sam and Bucky both laughed.

You had to admit, the dress didn’t look bad, in fact it looked expensive. To say you were uncomfortable was an understatement, not necessarily for what you were wearing, but for the hand now draped around your waist. Zemos hand. He said that no matter what, you couldn’t break character. Bucky was playing the role as the winter soldier; you felt bad for him, the memories this must bring up. You can’t even begin to imagine. Sam however, wore an extravagant and abstract red suit that kind of looked like a dress. It was funny to see his reaction to which he comments that he looked like a “pimp”.

A car pulls up beside you and you all pile in. Of course you were sat next to zemo in the back. After around five minutes you arrive in lowtown. A place where you could apparently find a gall called Selby. That hand snaked back around you as you intermingle with the crowded streets. The high density of the crowd forced you even closer to Zemos side leaving practically no space between you now. You could feel his warm body against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks down on you. His eyes seem to be softer now than they were before and he gives you a quick kiss on the temple as if to reassure you that you’re safe. You tried to keep yourself from shaking him off of you but as you carried on walking, you got used to him a bit more. Sam and Bucky followed the two of you, both with grim faces.

Finally, you come to a bar, most people around you watching carefully as you all enter. Zemo orders the both of you a shot and Sam gets his usual. This turned out to be something containing whatever the barman cutout of a snake. The sight of it made your stomach drop, and to your astonishment, Sam actually drank it. He looked like he wanted to be sick but, no matter what he had to stay in character. Bucky gave a slight nod, he didn’t get a drink, not as the winter soldier.

You had let it be known of who you wanted to see and as you waited a man came up behind Zemo and you. He immediately guided you away from this man so he was in front of you and Zemo in front of the man. He knew you could hold your own, you had made that clear already, but he wanted to protect you. For the act of course. “You ain’t welcome here” the man stated, placing a hand roughly on zemos shoulder as he turned to face him. “I have no business with the powerbroker, but if he insists he can either talk to me” Zemo points at Bucky. His hand then slipped to yours, holding it tightly. “Or bring Selby for a chat”. The man looks displeased and walks away. You had many things you wanted to say to Zemo at this moment, but sticking to your character was more important. As he continued to grip your hand, other men started to menacingly prowl towards you all. Zemo gave Bucky the order to attack and so he did. A fight quickly broke out between them all but Bucky was far too strong for them all. This ended in Bucky holding one of the guys that remained standing against the bar table. Finally someone called to say selby was ready to see your group. This was going to be interesting.

Notes

Okay i left this on a little bit of a cliffhanger but the next chapter should be out in a day or so. This is my first fanfic i have published so I’m interested to see what everyone thinks. If there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes then umm you didn’t see anything. I hope you enjoyed!

@killsandthrills @aisling1985 @booklover2929 @arianalilyblack @your-pixels-are-showing @kenna-1904

#mcu #helmut zemo #sugar daddy zemo #baron zemo x you #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo #daniel brühl #marvel #tfatws

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zemosupremo · 3 years

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Again: Zemo X F!Reader

Author’s note: First fanfic in literal years. Smut. 18+ only please. I’m putting my English degree to good use. Written in a couple hours. No editor or beta. Hope you enjoy.

Stay horny for the Baron, my friends. ❤️❤️❤️

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All you could do in that instant was take the deepest breath you possibly could. There were a few thoughts going through your head, but none of them were more than:

“Fuck”

“Fuck yes”

“I cannot believe that just happened.”

And the most important thought:

“That has to happen again. Soon. Maybe immediately, if at all possible.”

Because the man sharing this luxurious bed with you, who was also breathing deeply, perspiring lightly, and currently staring into your eyes had just finished giving you the most amazing fucking of your entire life.

Not that you had had really great experiences up to this point. Most entanglements you had been involved with previously had been decently satisfying at best and awkwardly uncomfortable at worst. But not even in your most feral fantasies had you imagined something that felt like this. Not even in the dreams that awoke you at night aching for release compared to this experience happening right now.

“Wow… that was… wow. I wish I could say more, but… I think you’ve left me speechless.” You tell the beautiful man beside you after another moment filled with you both catching your breath.

He gives a breathy chuckle (which would have stroked the fire within you again, had it not just been utterly extinguished for the time being by the same man). He props his head up on his right hand, angling his face and body towards you lying on your back, face turned towards him. “Do you think flattery will get you somewhere, draga?”

His Sokovian accent is a bit stronger than usual, though it is not as strong as it was when he was whispering sweet, sinful things into your ears, against your lips and also against so many other parts of your body.

Oh, and with those thoughts, the fire inside of you is igniting once again.

You smirk at him, “Look where my flattery has gotten me already, Baron. I don’t think there’s any more going up from here.”

He’s practically purring, he’s so content. “I do appreciate it, liebling, but you should know that it was not your compliments that led me into bed with you.”

“Oh?” You sit up in the bed and mimic his classic head tilt towards him. “How did I seduce the great mastermind Helmut Zemo?”

Helmut has been smirking at you since you have both come down from your simultaneous-orgasm-induced-high. No, not smirking. Smiling. Smiling at you with genuine warmth and affection.

His smile and the way you have both just become very well acquainted with each other’s naked bodies has you at ease in the still silence of the room. Which is exactly why you gasp loudly when Helmut grabs you around your waist with his strong arms to push you down onto the bed again.

He looks down from his position over you, chest-to-chest again with Zemo without a stitch of clothing on either of you. Now he’s smirking.

“Would you like for me to voice my thoughts on your person once again? Could you not hear me earlier over the sounds of your own moans? Those moans- they were, very much like you, beautiful.” He says these things while looking right into your eyes- unashamedly. His forehead is pressed to yours. He’s so close to you, but you’re filled with a need to once again be closer still to your Sokovian lover.

Your heart is pumping so loudly in your chest that you know Zemo must be able to hear it. Hell, he can practically feel it with his chest pressed so tightly to yours.

“Helmut…” Is all that you can gasp out of your lips coherently at the moment. You might have said more if Zemo hadn’t of pressed his palm between your bodies and directly over entrance. He moves his hand slowly upwards, applying pressure to your pussy which makes you whimper and shiver.

Zemo gives a small groan of pleasure at the feeling of your wet folds. You’re thoroughly soaked still from the events earlier. The two of you are both exponentially thrilled at the thought of fucking the other immediately after your first session of lovemaking. It’s not that you weren’t satisfied the first go round- no, somehow, on the contrary, the first session was so mind blowingly amazing that you both wanted to do it all over again as soon as physically possible. And because both of your bodies were responding so enthusiastically, it looks like as soon as possible IS immediately.

Helmut pushes your thighs apart and slides in two fingers in what seems to be one seamless, quick motion. He groans slightly louder now. Your cheeks burn bright red. He almost giggles while looking down at you.

“Are you becoming shy now, meine schatzi?” He has started to work his fingers slowly in and out of your cunt. “You were not so shy earlier when you were practically begging for my cock…”

Hearing your lover saying such lewd things to you brings out a groan from deep within your chest. You are still enjoying yourself (immensely) and you decide to take matters into your own hands. Literally.

Helmut lets out a gasp when you wrap your hand around his thick cock. He has already shook you to your core with pleasure tonight, and you want to return the favor. You stroke him slowly, loving the way he almost silently moans against your lips.

“Do you like feeling your cum inside of me?” His breath hitches for a second at the sound of your sultry dirty talk. “Because I love it… I want more of your cum, please!” You add a little urgency and a bit more volume to your plea to jostle the Baron’s composure even more. You thought you were saying it playfully, but as soon as the words left your lips, you knew that it was a true, honest plea. Now that Zemo has started pleasuring you once again, you cannot possibly be satiated until he’s fucked you deeply again tonight.

Your tone and words work better than expected. Zemo’s fingers go from gently sliding in and out of you to hitting the most amazing spot within you in an instant. It’s as if he knew exactly where it was from your earlier session. You are able to think to yourself, “Damn, this man really is a mastermind” in the second before you’re coming all over his fingers again for the unknownth time this evening.

As you are coming down yet again, you become aware that Zemo has moved his hand away and is now gently stroking your inner thigh with his thumb whilst staring at your face lovingly.

“You are truly beautiful, draga… Mein Gott, and you have a filthy mouth…” He looks absolutely enamored with you. His adoring gaze and endearment is enough to push the haze from your mind and bring you back to the present.

“A filthy mouth? You haven’t seen anything yet, Helmut.” Now you’re the one smirking.

Zemo tilts his head (a motion which makes you swoon inwardly) innocently. You lightly push on his lean chest until you guide him to sit up. You maneuver yourself to sit up yourself but on your knees between his legs.

For a moment, you both quietly stare at each other’s bodies again.

The Baron Helmut Zemo’s unclothed body had not looked like you had imagined it would after you had undressed each other. No.

His body looked even better than you had imagined.

You wouldn’t say you were necessarily attracted to scars, but somehow the few scars on the Baron’s body you could see stirred many feelings inside of you. Lust at his toned body, but also tender feelings. He was human, after all. No matter how hard he may try to make some people think he was a cold, calculating being made from unwavering stone- he was a man. This endeared you to him further, and you planned to become familiarized with each scar, its placement, feel, and origin at a future date.

Oh, yes, there would be a future date. If this night had done anything to the two of you, it was to make you become addicted to one another. Not just to the other’s physical body, but to them. Something was blossoming here, tonight, that could not and would not be easily extinguished.

But those were thoughts for another time.

For now, you bent forward while on your knees and took as much of the Baron’s dick into your mouth as you could in one go.

The moan Zemo gave was music to your ears (and to your sex). You slowly begin to bob your head up and down, loving the way he feels in your mouth. The thought of your own slick on his cock turns you on even more- if that’s somehow possible.

Zemo moans out your name, which encourages you to take him into your mouth even deeper. This motion breaks Zemo’s willpower and he twists his hands into your hair, pushing your head down slowly until you’re taking him all in your mouth and down your throat. He’s holding your head down as he whispers to you, “Relax, liebling, please…” almost begging you to let him keep your head pushed down for as long as you possibly can take.

After a few more seconds he releases his hold on your hair and you come up for air, breathless. “Apologies, engel, you just felt so perfect.” He looks to be in a cross between blissful and apologetic, like he is sorry but not sorry enough that it won’t happen again unless you clearly tell him no. Which you will not, because you enjoyed it too.

You give him a smile as you begin to slowly lean your head down once again, telling him, “It’s okay, but I can’t keep doing that, you’re too big.” You take his cock into your mouth again and he works his fingers into your hair again as well.

He chuckles. “Too big?” He pushes your head up and down, but not as far down this time. “I don’t believe that’s what you truly think- but thank you, for yet another compliment from your amazing mouth.” You’re both enjoying yourselves in this almost-playful scenario you have become a part of.

He lets out a few breathless curses in Sokovian between his moans while you continue to suck his cock. You’re both enjoying yourself in this activity. After some time, Zemo gently raises your head up to look into his eyes. Eyes that can bore through you and leave you aching with just one look. “Are you ready, liebling?”

This one question is all he needs to ask you before you crawl closer to him and straddle his lap. This motion pleases Zemo deeply and he happily nods in approval.

You position your opening against his stiff cock, still glistening from your saliva. You close your eyes to focus on the feeling of having Zemo enter you again, but he grabs your chin and locks eyes with you.

“Look at me.” He orders you. And dammit if you aren’t going to listen to anything this man says in this moment.

He tightly grips your hips in his hands as he slowly sinks you down onto his thick cock while the both of you are staring into each other’s eyes. It’s achingly intimate and beautiful. You only close your eyes when you crash your mouths into one another, hungrily kissing.

He keeps hold of your hips as he lifts you up and down repeatedly to thoroughly fuck you. You are enthusiastically grinding down onto him.

It feels like the moment his lips leave your mouth, they are on your neck: kissing, licking, and biting. One bite leads to him sucking on your neck hard enough to bruise, and you are so gone that you wish you could thank him for the hickey, it feels so good to be marked by him.

Your fingers dig into his back, erratically stroking and scratching at the skin. All the while he is fucking you hard and you’re giving yourself to him fully.

You don’t know how long you’ve been doing it, but you become aware that you’ve been moaning. And not just moaning, but moaning out “Helmut, yes, please, fuck” in any given order, punctuated by more moans.

Zemo has a similar idea to yours as he groans into your ear more words in Sokovian, and at the moment you don’t know what he’s saying, but goddamn it’s sexy the way he’s practically gasping them against your ear.

Your release has been building back up for god knows how long by this point. Zemo switches back to English to make another demand of you, and you’ll follow this order just as well as the last, “Come for me, come with me.”

And just like that, a wave of intense pleasure rushes through you as the two of you come together in harmony. You might have yelled at the end there, but you really can’t recall.

Zemo is slowly rocking your hips back and forth on his cock as you both come down. The movement slows down more and more until he stops altogether. You slowly lift yourself off of his lap, and the white, thick liquid begins to lazily drip out of you already. Helmut hums in satisfaction at the sight, you go to get out of bed before you make a mess, but your baron gently pulls you down to lay back with him.

“Just a moment, liebling…” he says softly into your hair. You relax fully into his arms.

You state, “I’m going to be so sore in the morning. “

Zemo smiles wide, “Yes, that is very likely, schatz. But was it worth it?”

You smile back at him. “Oh yes, worth it. And worth so much more.”

#baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #zemo #zemo x y/n #zemo tfatws #zemo x you #zemo fanfic #baron zemo x y/n #baron zemo x you #baron helmut zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader

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dinandgone · 3 years

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Fic Recommendations Pt 3:

Hi👋, well I didn’t exactly keep to my weekly schedule of posting fic recommendations but here some of the writers whose works I've been loving recently. Please go and show them all the love they deserve! 🥰

Quick disclaimer: A few of these fics are 18+ so if you are a child the door is there➡️🚪 , please close it on your way out, thank you. Individual warnings on the fics themselves.

Well, This is Awkward(Series)~ (Dave York x F!Reader) by @pedro-pascal-love - Okay so I’ve been reading this fic religiously since it started and honestly she writes the angst and the romance so well. It is a rollercoaster of emotions but it is such an amazing read. You can find her main masterlist here.

If I Were Not Myself(One shot)~ (Din Djarin x Reader) by @bewitchedbodyandsol - I actually found this fic today and I don’t know how I missed it when it was published because its soo good. I absolutely LOVE the concept and it’s written so beautifully.

Don’t look at me that way(Flash fic)~ (Frankie Morales x f!reader) by @just-here-for-the-moment - this fic is a little snippet. But its short and sweet and honestly it really hit home for me. Frankie fluff all the way! You can find her main masterlist here.

Cursed(Series)~ (Helmut Zemo x F!Reader) by @clints-lucky-arrow -those of you that know my blog know that its a little bit of a Mack appreciation blog at times. But honestly this fic, its like a Beauty and the Beast AU and when I say its a masterpiece of a fic I mean it. They don’t call her the Queen of Zem-hoes for nothin’. You can find her main masterlist here.

Can’t forget a special mention of the new chapters of The Nomad (shook with the building angst) and Call It A Night (honestly needed a few moments of silent reflection knowing that Mack has so many more chapters planned)

Ad Astra(Series)~ (Din Djarin x reader) by @second-stars-totheright - Ah this fic is so wonderfully written and I can’t wait for more. It’s one of those fics that I stumble across every now and again and re read because it is just ✨chefs kiss✨. I just realised that this was @rattlethe-stars fanfic blog and now when I stumble across her fics it makes it all the sweeter because she’s lovely. You can find her main masterlist here.

Improper(One shot)~ (King!Din x F!reader) by @1800-fight-me ~ Oh boy where do I start with this fic I was so hyped about this fic and honestly Jo did not disappoint. King Din just hits different, it’s written so well and honestly be warned you may melt whilst reading this so proceed with caution. You can find her main masterlist here.

Honour(Sequel to Creed)~ (past Din Djarin x gn!reader) by @fuck-goes-on - Did I cry? Yes. Yes I did. It’s so heartbreakingly good that it’s worth the tears. It’s written so beautifully and I can’t get over how well the dynamic is portrayed between the reader, Din and Grogu even when the reader isn’t present. You can find their masterlist here.

Tempered Glass(Series)~ (Din Djarin x F!Reader) by @the-scandalorian - This fic is one of my favourites I think they write Din so well especially his dynamic with grogu in the most recent chapter. I can’t wait for more, I have so many what ifs for future chapters. You can find her main masterlist here.

Connection(Series)~ (Din Djarin x F!reader) by @beskarhearts - Ah th tension in this fic is written so beautifully. I am so in love with the relationship between Din and the reader. And the way she writes Din’s character is ✨chefs kiss✨. You can find her main masterlist here.

Nightrider(Series Oneshot)~ (Hitman!Din Djarin x F!OC) by @honestly-shite - I didn’t know i needed this AU in my life but guess what I do now. The characterisation of Din just fits him perfectly and it’s written so well. You can find their main masterlist here. Their art is also equally as amazing and you can find that here.

Well, that was mostly Din Djarin fics but honestly I’ve been in a Mando mood for the past couple of weeks. Be sure to give these lovely writers all the love and attention they deserve. 💕

#fic recs #pedro pascal fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #frankie morales x reader #dave york x reader #din djarin x reader #helmut zemo x reader #give these wonderful people some love

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habaritess · 3 years

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I have to say, I was very, very impressed with episode 5. They address a lot of my complaints and did Sam some justice! I have high hopes going in for the last episode. Some highlights for me:

Sam and Bucky working together to take down Walker was handled brilliantly. They really did take him down as a team and gave Sam his screen time to really show his fighting talents.

Zemo choosing to let Bucky live out of his respect for Sam. This is great because narratively speaking, I was expecting Zemo to attempt to take out Bucky because Bucky is everything Zemo is against. Bucky is a super human and he not shy at all about using those abilities to intimidate Zemo. Zemo, the guy who will kill people without hesitation, who truly believes all super humans should not exist, choses not to kill Bucky because he knows Sam is that rare good man, he is a Steve Rodgers, and he knows that Sam will keep a handle on Bucky. That is amazing.

Bucky deciding to give Zemo the scare of his life one more time before he is taken away forever. Bucky, you didn’t have to do that, but you just have to be “that guy” and give Zemo something to remember ya by for the rest of his life.

The scenes with Isaiah was utterly heart wrenching. Please give this man an oscar because he acted the hell out of this role! I loved Sam for bringing the shield to Isaiah. The US had failed him, just as they failed and betrayed all the African American soldiers who fought for this country pre-civil rights act. I love how they addressed the historically accurate situation of black soldiers being let down in this country, and their anger is what helped propel the civil rights movement. What sad is that it was a nurse who took pity on him, who let him go. The government was very willing to experiment and torture this man till death. Isaiah is broken and he like many of our black elders who faced the brunt of a racist American society, are not trusting of the attempts at equality by modern american society. Absolutely brilliant scene and man, I related to Sam here. Sam listening to it all breaks my hearts because he knows and has experience the prejudice and racism of today, but even he still had a hard time hearing the true depths to which the country he lived in use to regard black lives. It reminded me of my own personal research into black history and having to read up all the things that the US has done to target the black american community. It’s tough.

It kind of hard to believe that the Dora Milaje would forgive Bucky so easily and like him enough to do him a favor...but I’m just going to take it as Oyo being very forgiving and she must have a soft spot for Bucky for her to have Wakanda do him this solid. Please don’t ever take these people for granted again, Bucky.

"You built me" gave me chills. Walker represents all the young men who fought for this country, sacrificing their mental well being in the process. Once they came back, damaged and destroyed, so many of them are further failed by the country they fought for just because they turn up less than mentally sound. I'm looking at all those mentally ill homeless veterans out there who cant escape their demons.

Thank you for allowing us to meet Lemar’s family and humanizing him even further. I really felt for their lost.

Thank you for the domestic bless scenes after everything that's happened. I loved Sam family life. I love Sarah, I love his nephews, I love the neighborhood. I loved the whole vibe of the town with that tint of sepia whenever they go there. It makes the whole area feel like home. Hell, I want to visit that place.

Bucky flirting with Sarah will forever be fun.

Bucky not wanting to intrude and Sam telling him to sit his butt down and stay over is beautiful and a part of my fanfic dreams. Thank you.

My god yes, Bucky apologizing for both him and Steve for overlooking what being Captain American might mean for a black american man. I would have liked to see how he came to this realization, but I'm grateful on what we got. Bucky didn't try to avoid the elephant. He said I did not think about it through the perspective of a black man and I give them a lot props for being straightforward with it and not going around it.

Sam getting Bucky to open up to him. This touched me. Sam asked Bucky straight up about his nightmares and rather than Bucky trying to lie or play it off like with his therapist, Bucky looked Sam straight in the eyes and told him the truth. The amount of trust and respect that was built between them is perfectly portrayed in this scene. Talk about progress.

I love how Sam gave Bucky some tough love and a reality check. Sam didn't hold anything back and it plays directly to his veteran therapist background. I loved Sam even more after this scene.

Sam choosing to carry the shield was handled beautifully. I’m happy he didn't just go with Isaiah view point, tragic as his story was. He considered all sides and even went to talk about it with his sister. Overall, it was Sam choice and no one else. Another scene that made me fall for Sam.

Sam working out with the shield is one of my favorite parts of this episode. It didn’t just come immediately to Sam, he had really learn how to handle it. I love this humanizing hero that Sam represents.

Sam nephews tracing the star on the shield was very a poetic touch

#sam wilson #Bucky Barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #sambucky #anthony mackie #Sebastian Stan #the falcon #disney+

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thran-duils · 3 years

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You're a curse I cut my lips on your diamond hands I'm at my worst When you're breaking my heart's relent

Need -- The Birthday Massacre

~upcoming fic introduction under the cut~

Summary: Y/N lives in one of the many fringe covens with her family along with a few other small families that did not want to be roped into the powerhouse coven community, Shield, ran by the Maximoff, Stark, Wilson, and Zemo witch and warlock legacies. Y/N’s grandmother had a run in with the coven community in her youth and she is mostly mum about the incident, but makes it clear that Y/N should stay as far away as she can from them. But when the Shield community discovers where their community is and demands they send someone to teach at their school for upcoming magical beings with threats and when it is demanded that someone from the Y/L/N family be the volunteer, Y/N does not resist to make sure no one else is subjected to them, much to her grandmother’s dismay. Little does Y/N know that a particular head in the community had been searching for them for a very long time and she is going to satisfy a very, very long held grudge.

Fic is 18+!

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Witch Reader (main pairing), but on the side, Dark!Tony Stark x Reader, Dark!Sam Wilson x Reader, Dark!Zemo x Reader

Warnings (more may be added): Non-con, dub-con, emotional manipulation, imprisonment, orgy, forced pregnancy, death, violence

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Wanda paced along the inside of the tower, her eyes stealing outside the window every so often that overlooked the main courtyard of the community. She had sent her people to the coven a couple days ago. As soon as they had discovered where the coven had been hiding she was all too eager to break down their defenses and infiltrate. They should be returning soon if everything was going to plan.

It felt like she had been up here for hours, waiting.

She felt relief when she heard someone call for the gates to open and she was at the window immediately again. Leaning, her nose brushed the glass, fingers digging into the stone surrounding the window.

She smiled seeing the caravan come back through the gate, everyone making way for it. Her eyes were fixated, waiting to see who emerged from the carriage. Elena would be into her eighties by now -- 81 to be exact -- and Wanda hoped it would be her that came out, shaking on her old limbs. If Elena had never found happiness without her, wasting away into her old age, that might satisfy Wanda enough to start moving on from the grievance of being rejected. And to have Elena here, teaching under Wanda’s thumb, knowing she was forced her because of Wanda... well... that would light up Wanda’s shriveled, black heart.

Her lips parted though when she saw a young woman emerge from the carriage. This was not Elena at all. But Wanda could see the resemblance, even from this far. The woman was built the same, her hair the same shade. And she held herself with the same self assurance that had drawn Wanda to Elena from the beginning. She swore she was seeing a ghost of her young lover.

But if this was someone in Elena’s line...

So, it seemed Elena had found someone. Someone that was not Wanda.

She gritted her teeth in annoyance at the unexpected slight. But Elena had been beautiful -- just like this woman was -- so should Wanda be surprised a man had fallen in love with her? And provided her with a family and comfort? Despite realizing she should not be surprised, it did nothing to settle her jealousy and anger.

Upon setting sights upon this woman, Wanda decided she would break her down. And be successful this time. This woman would come beneath her thumb, unlike Elena. She inhaled deeply, watching the woman, taking in her striking features.

Yes. She would be Wanda’s. Whether the woman wanted it or not. Wanda would get what she wanted this time. She pushed herself away from the window with purpose, her robe billowing around her as she strode towards the door to go greet this newcomer.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #dark marvel #my shit

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captainpikeachu · 3 years

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I’ve said this more than a few times before but I guess I have to say it once again: I am really sick and tired of the discourse and fanfic portrayals of John Walker as simply a mix of every single bigot stereotype there is.

The hate this character receives is honestly overblown and exaggerated to the point that I honestly don’t think fandom can even see the actual character anymore except for the fanon version that they’ve created in their heads that’s somehow just the worst monster ever. This version of Walker is dumb, violent, uncaring, disloyal, mean, cruel, selfish, nationalistic, white supremacist, domestic abuser, cheater, homophobic, transphobic, and every other type of bigot under the sun.

I get that the show used the character to portray a symbolic message of “the bad side of America”, I get why fandom associates him with bad iconography, but it literally does not mean that every single aspect of this character is 100 percent bad/evil with no redeeming qualities. Hell, even the show itself took great pains to show that John is complex, nuanced, and that while he doesn’t always make the best decisions but his heart is still in the right place in wanting to protect people and do the right things. And I’m sorry, last time I checked, a whole bunch of MCU heroes are all just like that too, and some ones that people love have done worse than John Walker.

I don’t understand why fandom is so focused on erasing any complexity of the character just so that they can use him as a one-note bigot punching bag. And for all the talks about him being a horrible white dude who murdered a character of color, this same fandom practically ignores Lemar and Olivia, his best friend and his wife, two Black characters that I’ve barely seen anyone talk about or even write fics about, meanwhile characters like Zemo is practically elevated to likeable quirky funny hero status despite the fact that this white character murdered the Black king of a Black nation.

Dislike and/or hate the character if you want, but the way this fandom has retconned this character into something he is not and then try to turn this into some moral war is just ridiculous and downright hypocritical. You can literally just dislike a character without having to make up some moral justification for it. Yes, the show used him to shine a light on systemic racism and white privilege and micro-aggressions, but it doesn’t make him some outright evil racist who wants to take the shield away from Sam just because Sam is Black, especially when we literally saw Episode 6 with John letting go of that shield and accepting Sam as Captain America with a nod. Just because he was emotionally and mentally unstable after watching his best friend being murdered in front of his eyes and reacted badly does not make him a domestic abuser who’s gonna hurt his wife, a woman that we literally never saw him do anything to but show his love toward. And just because he had animosity with Bucky does not mean he’s going to be a violent jealous rapist who “wants what Steve has” and hurt Bucky, when literally Episode 6 had them working together perfectly well and John being friendly as he’s consistently tried to do since the beginning.

I’m not saying everyone must fall in love with John Walker who is a perfect angel. He’s not perfect, he’s not an angel, and he is flawed. But he’s also not this “evil horrible unreasonable insane monster” that fandom seems all too happy to make him out to be and strip him of any nuance that the writers and Wyatt Russell worked hard to bring to the character. And quite honestly, some of y’all are fucking ableist in how you talk about (or or rather dismiss) his trauma and mental issues.

The fact that almost every new fic that pops up on the character’s ao3 tag is basically a “John Walker is a rapist” fic is honestly disturbing and alarming in its frequency, especially when many of them try to make John the monster versus Zemo who is practically a woobified victim, as if I’m supposed to have forgotten that Episode 6 ended with Zemo blowing up all the Flag Smashers??!!

And like I said, I’m not saying that the character is beyond criticism or that we can’t have discussions about what the show is trying to say with his character, but how about we judge him on the things that he actually did instead of the things people want him to have done, and his actual motivations instead of the ones people seem to want him to have.

How about we give him back his complexity and treat him like a human being instead of just some one-note evil monster who can never have anything positive or good.

Sam literally gave a whole speech about empathy and stop using labels to dismiss people, so I don’t get why this fandom seems to have ignored that lesson and continue to only operate in a black or white view on John Walker as if he’s not allowed to have any humanity.

#i am so tired of this #if i never have to see another john is a rapist fic it'll be too soon #john walker #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #mcu #the falcon and the winter soldier meta #tfatws meta #marvel meta #mcu meta #fandom discourse about john walker is exhausting as fuck #most people are so fucking biased they can't ever judge him objectively #tw: rape mention

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daniel-bruehl · 2 years

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Winterbaron!

okay so this might not be to everyone's liking but i've come to love it a lot! at first i didn't quite want to admit it to myself but i have decided that since this is a fictional pairing consisting of fictional characters in fictional scenarios, my morals can sit in the backseat and i'll instead let my personal enjoyment drive this one lmao. (disclaimer before anyone comes for my throat: i do not condone any kind of abusive/manipulative/harmful behaviour in real life relationships. like i said, this is purely fictional)

so to get the obvious and also one main aspect right out of the way: to me, these two together just look incredibly good. i find both extremely attractive on their own so obviously they'd make a very attractive pairing to me. also i love the dynamic with which seb and daniel play them, both individually and in interaction with each other (i mean the chin stroking scene helloooo)

and of course i know we were off to a very rough start with these two thanks to what happened in civil war and i also gotta say, back then i did not ship them at all because beside the moment when zemo was using bucky for his plan, they didn't interact with each other at all so there was not really anything to ship.

episode 3-5 of tfatws changed that for me though, like yeah they were not once friendly with each other and bucky would've loved to choke the life out of zemo two or three times but you know what? it adds some much needed spice. and i'm into that. sambucky for example is the ship i think of when i imagine bucky in a healthy relationship in which he can grow and live happily ever after. winterbaron is what i see when i want things to get exciting and thrilling and dramatic and yes even a little bit toxic, just for the fun of it you know? and i truly believe (maybe this makes me a fool but idc) that zemo does not have bad intentions (anymore) when it comes to bucky. i believe that he understands bucky's trauma, especially after tfatws, and that he would not want to hurt him in any way anymore. even when he did what he did in civil war, it was never personal, and i think now that he has spent more time with bucky and saw him as the person that he is and not the killing super soldier hydra made of him, he wouldn't ever use him for any of his plans like that again (what happened in madripoor was planned by them all and bucky agreed to it, it was a whole different situation than civil war).

i feel like bucky could actually profit from his and zemo's relationship a lot, especially in moments when he might feel lost and needs someone to take control over a situation; zemo would be perfect for that. I've read a few fanfics with dom/sub undertones and i think that dynamic works perfectly for them, i just don't like it when it gets too extreme and i also do not enjoy any content involving zemo abusing him (or the other way around, for that matter). i think these two could both help each other overcome the horrible things that happened to them, but without losing that dark aura that both of them have (yes, even bucky), which is the main component for why this ship works for me; both are not evil people, both have a lot of trauma, and they just understand each other and have a lot of potential to grow to deeply care for each other. i feel like the scene in episode 5 at the memorial has further underlined that, at least to me. the sadness in bucky's face?? zemo's understanding that he did what he needed to do and him willingly letting it all happen? excuse me??

i totally understand it though when people say they don't enjoy this ship! maybe it's because of my own trauma that it just caters to me and gives me comfort, but i can absolutely see why it doesn't work for everyone! (unlike sambucky, because some of the reasons some people give for not liking that ship reek of nothing but racism lol) AND AGAIN: fictional ship. fictional characters. not something (in its entirety) that i wish for myself or anyone else in real life!

Send me a ship and i'll tell you my brutally honest opinion about it!

#ask games #winterbaron #helmut zemo #bucky barnes #anon ask #answered ask #thank you for asking!#<3

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sub-danny · 3 years

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How do you think the boiz would react to being told to wear a butt plug all day?

(Let’s just forget that laszlo and Andrea are in older times because I don’t know if but plugs were invented yet and I’m to lazy to look it up)

I decided to look it up for you, and this is what came up:

"Sold under the name 'Dr Young's Ideal Rectal Dilators', early primitive forms of butt plugs have been traced back to the late 1800s. Most forms of anal intercourse were illegal at the time under harsh sodomy laws, so of course they were strictly used for medical purposes and definitely not for Ye Olde Bum Fun."

So techinally they did exist in Laszlo and Andrea's time though they were more for medical purposes (but we are going to pretend that they definetly used it for ye olde bum fun)

Zemo:

Zemo would be done for it. This might be because I have read so many Zemo wearing a butt plug fanfics on ao3 but nothing can convince me otherwise that he loves wearing butt plugs. As long as he knows at the end of the day when it's taken out you will instantly be filling up his wide hole. Now also think about vibrating butt plug, where throughout the day you get to control the intensity of it. Just thinking about him in the middle of doing something important, or where he is having to talk to an important person and just raising the vibrations up to see him desperately try and not moan or whimper from the way it's stimulating his prostate or see him try not to dry hump the air. He secretly loves it though and loves letting you have that control over him. So when you tell him you want him to wear it for the whole day, he would smirk at you and walk over to a table to lean over.

Laszlo:

The first time you bring it up he would be mortified. I see Laszlo as being quite embarrassed by doing anything related to butt stuff. It's really a new concept to him and he is quite shy about it but after talking to him about it and letting him have a month to think about it he would finally be ready to try it. He would feel weird about having it inside of him, never quite being able to forget that it's there. He would try and concentrate on his work and talking to his students but there would be times where he would move on his seat and it would press the butt plug right into his prostate and it would be testing everything for him not to let out a moan in front of the kids. So when you ask him about wearing it for a whole day he would definitely have to sit down and discuss it with you in-depth.

Andrea:

I see two ways Andrea would react. If you asked him quite early in, in your relationship about wearing a buttplug for a whole day he might be quite shy about it as well but still agree, however, if the two of you had been dating for a bit then you know how much of a slut he can be and he would eagerly accept it, wanting to feel full for the whole day. He'd love to move around and feel it within him, pressing up against his prostate. If he was having to perform at a concert he might be more reluctant as he won't be able to concentrate on his violin but it would be so fun to see him struggle with it.

Niki:

Niki would be very reluctant if you ask him. He doesn't like doing what he is told plus having that inside him the whole day would be humiliating, plus he would not be able to concentrate well on driving if that was within him the whole time. Yet after talking about it with him for a bit, he might finally agree for a few hours as it would certainly help stretch him for you to peg him later, and over time he's willing to accept longer and longer times until it does get to a whole day.

Ernst:

Ernst would also be a bit reluctant as well but rather he is worried about his other crewmates finding out that he had that inside of him, though you told him repeatedly that there was no way they would find out, but still he was hesitant. But he's also really curious about all the different types of butt plugs (especially vibrating ones) and so he would agree eventually and slowly he would love wearing them until when he is not wearing one he feels weird.

Alex Kerner:

All of these things are really new to Alex. He had no idea different ways to enjoy sex with a man being a sub was a thing until the wall went down so he wants to try everything. He would be fascinated with butt plugs, he would be looking in a shop with all the different sizes not thinking they could fit inside of him, but oh boy does he want to try it. It would take him a little while to get used to it, for the first time he tries it he would stay at home the whole day but slowly he would gain more confidence in wearing it outside. So yeah when you ask him to wear one for the whole day he would be super excited to give it a try.

Sebastian:

He's definitely worn butt plugs in his ass before you two started to date. He's used to these things and so asking him to wear one inside of him for the whole day he's like, 'no biggie' and ready accept you putting it into him. He also acts like he doesn't even have it in him. He's good at maintaining his composure just to annoy you because he knows how much you want to see him react to it. When it's just the two of you though he might tell you how good it feels inside of him but how it's not the same as having you inside of him.

#zemo #laszlo kriezler #andrea marowski #niki lauda #ernst schmidt #alex kerner #sebastian zöllner #subdanielbrühl #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

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littlebird616 · 3 years

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We're more alike than you think - The Book

sooooo, i'm writing a fanfic based on tfatws, and i thought why not post a few bits and bops here on tumblr. if you wanna read the full fanfic check out @littlebird616 on wattpad <3

Summary: You are helping Sam and James out on their mission. Zemo got an eye for you and catch you looking at his book.

Word count: 718

Warnings: It get's a lil bit hot and touchy, and a pet name, but nothing more really.

It was first now that Zemo was quiet you had a question you wanted to ask him. It was a very simple question really, just where the heck are we going? You don't know if he deliberately didn't tell us the place this Selby woman was located or if he just forgot. Anyway, it irritated you that you couldn't prepare yourself for what was coming. The only thing you knew was that this couldn't be in Europe because of the flight time, which was a relief. Your eyes turned from the window to Zemo's book, trying innocently to get a glimpse of what this guy was reading.

"Do you want me to read for you? I think you would love this book."

It didn't even take seconds before he caught you looking. You rolled your eyes at him and leaned back in your seat. You had a discussion with yourself, did you wanna play along and see where this was going? Or just keep shut? You didn't know how much more time you had on the flight so you chose to give in. In many ways, this was a form of entertainment "I don't even know what you are reading." you mumbled and tried to look like you weren't really interested.

"Das Nein in der Liebe: Abgrenzung und Hingabe in der erotischen Beziehung" by Peter Schellenbaum.. It's about delimitation and surrendering in a erotic relationship..How progress of love relationships from the beginning, with all the enthusiasm and unbound hope, through to the skrinking back to normality.. where there's less excitement to explore each other... I think you would like this. "

Your eyes popped out. Hearing Zemo talk so eagerly about this subject made you slightly at unease, just hearing him say the word.. erotic.. made you.. feel a certain way you weren't comfortable with right now. This man, Baron Helmut Zemo had been in prison for 8 years, nearly 9 and this was the first book he chooses to pick up after breaking out of prison.. an erotic relationship advice book. You moved a little bit in the seat, searching for words to say. Zemo enjoyed this, seeing how you reacted to his words.

"I'm gonna have to turn that offer down. I'm not exactly the type for romance and I find these kinda books to be a bit... desperate." you said and tried to laugh it away. You couldn't even look at him without feeling shameful.

"Oh, really?" Zemo said with a smirk on his lips. He put a finger under your chin you nodded weakly. He couldn't help it but admire your face, it was so innocent.

"Just listen," he said and went back to a different page. He secretly put his hand on your thigh as he was holding the book. You knew you should've moved it the second it landed there, but you let it be. You could lie as much as you wanted to, but it felt good and he knew it.

"What ultimately motivates every love is the shadowy presentiment that one can become a new person through devotion and surrender to a Thou. That love often turns to hate does not contradict this assertion, but rather indicates the considerable difficulties that are bound up with the process of devotion and surrender to a Thou." he said with a gentle voice. He closed his book and looked over to you, waiting for your reaction.

You knew that Zemo was playing you, but what for was unknown. He was so gentle with his words, careful, something a man with history as his shouldn't be. You quickly looked away and out the window, giving yourself space to breath and collect yourself for a minute. You thought about what he said before you opened your mouth.

"What the book is saying, or what you are saying, is that to fall in love, you would have to surrender yourself to your partner? Right?" you said and looked back at him.

"Little bit more complex than that, but yes" he said and tried to read your face. You looked at him with a little smile "That's pathetic, I thought you were smarter than this Zemo." you said and moved his hand off your lap.

"Little bird, you still have much to learn"

#Baron Zemo #zemo x reader #zemo x you #zemo fanfic #sokovia #tfatws #wattpad #pov #marvel #mcu #captain america

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13thbaronzemo · 3 years

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THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES: PART 2

Baron Helmut Zemo/F!Reader

Rated E (Explicit)

You are the Sokovian custodian of Castle Zemo, which now belongs to the dissolved nation’s neighbors, and the baron himself wants a tour after closing hours.

Disclaimer: This is the continuation of a fanfic written before FatWS: Ep4 aired and set up after his separation from the protagonists and while on the run from the law.

The barony was one of the only refuges left after the day of reckoning at Novi Grad. You just so happened to be one of the Sokovians who found shelter and a purpose there. Others, like your family and the baron’s, weren’t so lucky.

After the loss of your home and your hope, you found yourself trekking towards the ancestral land of the Zemo baronage, the rolling hills and fertile soil passed down from one generation to the next. The gates were already opened when you arrived and a warm meal was waiting for you there. ‘The baron welcomes all,’ the guards greeted you at the gates. ‘Feel free to stay for as long as you need,’ the castle staff sat you down for your first meal. Wanting to thank him for the warm clothes, bed, and food, you asked if he was home. ‘No baron has lived here in decades,’ they answered. ‘No servants either. He only just employed over two dozen people, and I hear they’re bringing two dozen more next week.’ You thanked them instead, for their hard work and limitless kindness. ‘We’ve all lost our homes, too. Lord Zemo offered us a new one.’ That proved to be true for you because even after the Czech Republic claimed this castle and this side of the country, you were still there.

When Haimo laughed at you for allegedly falling asleep in the visitors’ bathroom in the east wing, you had to remind him, while also laughing, that Castle Zemo was your home. ‘I thought you drove here every day,’ he said, shaking his head. You didn’t deny that you had a place of your own which you rented and supposedly lived in. You know, when you weren’t at work. You were always at work, always in the castle. While he was amused, he wasn’t surprised that you supposedly felt sleepy while patrolling the halls. ‘I didn’t see any ghosts, boss, but if you don’t get some rest soon, you won’t stop seeing them.’ And, as you swallowed the taste and breathed in the scent of your ghost, you knew Haimo was right.

The next night, you were walking through the west wing. And, this time, you were doing it in flats instead of heels. After sleeping on everything that transpired and wasn’t transmitted by the cameras to the control room, you were determined to gather evidence of the ghost yourself. At least, that’s what you told the night guard. While they didn’t tease you like Haimo had, you knew they had no choice but to indulge the boss lady's wild imagination. When you made it to the first baron and baroness’s portrait, it was already 3 AM. Your ghost had made an appearance at this exact time two nights in a row. But not tonight. Tonight, there was a ghastly white envelope waiting for you in his place. After plucking the piece of paper off the floor, you read the letter in the silver light of the moon.

My Lady,

It’s been a lifetime since I’ve slept in my own bed. Would you care to join me?

~ Your Lord

As you climbed the stairs to the royal chamber, you felt the fear from yesterday squeezing your stomach. However, you had the punishing pleasure he inflicted upon you yesterday in the form of a pulse in your pelvic area pushing you forward. Yes, even though your thighs were still tender from yesterday, you came back for more.

The door was as creaky as it was heavy, but you only had to open it a crack. As you slipped in, you took in your surroundings. You had become as accustomed to them during the night as you had during the day, but tonight wasn’t just any night. Tonight, the baron himself was in there. Or, at least, you were led to believe that he would be in there.

It was only after closing the door that you even considered the fact that you might be alone or worse: you were alone with a wanted man. Before you could even reconsider, you felt the floorboard dip beneath your feet. Turning to the side, you saw who had shifted their weight on it: the wanted man.

“Thank you for accepting my invitation,” he said, a smirk shadowing his pale face. Then, as if to confirm his own statement, he extended a hand which was, unlike his face, still covered. When you hesitated, he bared both his hands by removing his gloves.

While taking up his offer and his hand, you also take a deep breath. “Whatever you wish, milord.”

“It’s not about what I wish,” he covered your knuckles with his thumb, stroking your skin with the leather. “At least, not tonight. Tonight, it’s all about your wishes.”

Once he started walking, you followed in his footsteps. And, because your eyes couldn’t escape his own, it felt as if you blinked and the bed appeared before you.

“Tell me,” he started talking again, tenderly taking your other hand in his. “What were you hoping would happen tonight?”

“I...I wanted to see you again,” you struggled to keep your hands from shaking. If it was fear or sexual frustration, you couldn’t tell. But, if you had to guess, you’d say it was a little bit of both.

“Me? Or the ghost?” He saw fit to suffocate you by stepping closer and closing in the small distance between the two of you. “You know who I am.”

“I do.”

“Then you know the things I’ve done,” he whispered while his hands slid up your sleeves and squeezed your upper arms. “But do you know the things that I could do to you?”

“I do,” you replied, voice raspy from yesterday. Clearing it, you look up as he leaned in. “And I want you to.” Then, taking another step and squishing your bodies against each other.

Just when you started breathing again, he seemed to have stopped. His dark eyes looked that much darker as he leaned in. “You wish to be at the mercy of a merciless man?” When he started breathing again, it was your air. With his lips so close to your own, you let your lashes fall atop each other and waited. “I need an answer, my dear.”

You didn’t open your eyes, but you did speak. And, as you moved your mouth, you brushed it against his. “Yes, milord.”

Instead of moving his own mouth and locking your lips together, the baron brushed past them to line your jaw with the sharp end of his canines. He didn’t sink his teeth into your flesh until they arrived at your throat. There, they bit down on the sensitive spot below your ear. “I can’t stop thinking about that sweet cunt.”

It was a good thing he had tightened his grip on you, sinking both his fingers and his teeth into you, because your knees buckled. And, if his words weren’t weakening enough, the feeling of him suckling on your skin, his tongue licking the wound and his hot breath in your ear was all it took for you to fall fully into his arms.

“M-milord,” you moaned, not even bothering to lower the volume. He tampered with the cameras as he’d done before, so there's no other soul around to hear you.

“I want to taste it,” he heaved into your ear, hot air hitting the saliva still stuck to your skin. “May I have a taste?” While he wound up one hand around your middle, he shoved the other up your skirt. When his fingers found what they were looking for, he gasped. “What’s this? Nothing in the way? My Lady has been thinking about her Lord, hasn’t she?”

The touch of his fingers was a tease, tracing your labia with the tips before parting it and pushing a single one in between the folds. He was barely inside, but your cunt contracted around the intrusion all the same. You even whined when he withdrew.

“Oh, that pretty pussy’s sopping already.” His mouth moved away from your ear and you could now see it sucking on the very finger he sunk into you earlier. “So fucking sweet,” he groaned. Licking his lips clean of your cunt, he slipped his hand under your skirt again, then the other, and, finally, he picked you up and placed you at the edge of the canopy bed. “I’d like another taste. May I?”

Your answer was to scrunch up your skirt and spread out your legs as you laid back on the covers.

His response was to pin you in place with his gaze as he removed his coat. After tossing it by your side, he kneeled before you. Yes, the baron got on the floor for you. “You’re dripping down here.” He took his place between your legs as his hands held them apart and his head sunk between them. “Don’t you worry, my dear. I’ll lick this cunt clean.”

“M-my Lord,” you stuttered at the sight of him smothering himself between your thighs. You could barely hold them still as the baron began kissing one of them, mouth making its way down to the sweet spot. When his teeth came into play and he teasingly bit the patch of skin connecting your leg to your cunt, you jolted. If it weren’t for his strong hands holding you down, you would’ve fallen off the edge. As a further precaution, you grabbed onto the sheet and held on tight.

At this, he chuckled, lips only a breath away. All it took was a tongue sticking out for him to close the distance, and, once he did, he licked all the way up to your labia and to the hood hiding away a growing bud. "The sweetest," he sighed, blowing cold air against your heated cunt. When his mouth returned, it returned to ravage you. As your thighs twitched and your toes curled and centered all his attention on the clitoris. "I'm addicted," he spoke between your leaking lips. And, when you thought you couldn't get enough of his mouth, he closed it around the swollen nub of skin and sucked it in. Your entire body was bending to the feeling, fingers fidgeting in the sheets and back arching like a bow. "I'll never get enough," he sucked in one last breath before diving back in and delivering the best orgasm of your life. Every single nerve was electrified by him circling your clitoris and only slowing down when your toes finally uncurled.

Before your heart had even slowed its speed and the come started cooling on your cunt, his tongue was already cleaning it up. "Please."

He didn't stop his mischievous ministrations, but he did slow down. "Please what? What is it that my lady wants?"

Your cunt was clamping down on the memory of him. You wanted to make it a reality. Rising your torso while reclining on your elbows, you begged the baron: "Please, my Lord. I want you inside me."

He wiped his mouth on your inner thigh, but his smirk hadn't smudged off. It seemed to stretch, actually. "Whatever my Lady wishes. Now, sit up and take your clothes off. All of them."

Even as you sat elevated before him, he was still the one in command. So, when he asked you to strip, you did as you were told and took off the rest of your clothes. And, as you revealed yourself before him, he ran his hands over each uncovered strip of skin. He squeezed down on your asscheeks and stroked up your stomach. He felt up your breasts and pinched the perked nipples. You'd be his beautiful baroness tonight, he promised you, even as he fondled your flesh like that of a common whore's.

"What is this?" The baron brushed his thumb against the hardened peak of your tit.

"I'm...I'm excited," you sighed, swaying on your feet while trying to stay still. He wished to let his hands wander over every curve and dip and you wished to fulfill his will.

"I know you are, my dear," he retracted his fingers and reached out for something behind you instead. "I was talking about this." When his hand reappeared, he was holding a condom. "You have been thinking about me, haven't you?"

Yes, you have been thinking about him. Was it not obvious from the willingness with which you came to this chamber, the absence of any underwear under your skirt, and the way you lovingly slipped his letter into your jacket for safekeeping? Did he need a condom packet falling out of the same pocket to see how much you wanted to get fucked by him all over again?

Yet "Yes, milord," was all you could say. His touch was torturous, but the absence of it was agony. You wanted his wandering hands back on you, so you slipped your hand down your sides. "Thinking, dreaming, hoping."

"You've also been planning," he stopped you before you could slip a single finger between your folds. "I'd like to imagine you were just as precocious after our first rendezvous when neither of us had any protection." After squeezing your wrist once as a warning and after your hand went slack in his, he released it. "I also never make the same mistake twice." He dug through one of his own pockets for a packet of his own.

"I did," you cleared your voice which no amount of coffee managed to clean off the taste of him.

"Good girl," he smiled, but only briefly. He had to stop playing pretend for a moment and prepare for this like adults. "Make sure you stay good."

You opened your own mouth to speak, to get back into the game, but only briefly. The reply you had on your lips would've been a slip of the tongue that you wouldn't expect any man to forgive. Especially the thirteenth baron who will never get to pass the title to the fourteenth. Even if the both of you were as unprepared as the first baron and baroness had been back then, you couldn't ask him to pretend that pregnancy was even a possibility. It would've been too painful.

While he couldn't read your thoughts, he registered the resignation in your eyes. "What was that?"

"I said," you bit your lip and hoped it looked lustful enough to distract him. "I'll be good."

“You will be.” His smile returned as a full-on smirk and he backed you to the end of the bed. Picking you up, his hands at the back of your thighs as he lifted you off the floor, he then placed you next to the pile of clothing he was about to make taller once he started stripping himself. “Now be good and lay on your back for me.”

You climbed up the bed backward, digging your elbows into the covers until you reached the pillows you fluffed earlier today. The entire bedspread had been professionally cleaned just a few weeks ago, but you chose not to concern yourself with the fragility of the old fabrics tonight. Tonight, you’d be taking Baron Zemo’s cock like a good girl. Like his baroness. And he didn’t even need to order you to open up your legs for him. As soon as he started stripping, they parted on their own. The moonlight did make him glow like a ghost, but it also made his skin look as smooth and strong as a marble statue.

When he climbed onto the covers himself, he took his place between your thighs. Though his hair was standing on edge as his skin was exposed to the chill contained between the castle’s stone walls, his cock was standing at attention and was hot to the touch. He let your unsure fingers secure themselves around his shaft and carefully caress him as if he were one of the ancient and fragile things you cared for. Your featherlight touch made him twitch and his stomach tighten. You’ve had him inside you before, both your mouth and womb, but he was the ghost then. Now, he was flesh and bones to you for the first time. And you got to watch him while his muscles flexed and bulged along with his cock, his face twisted like a mask of both pleasure and pain.

“Say you want it,” he gritted through his teeth, the corner of the condom package caught between them. He pulled on it, peeled it off and you knew that was your cue to remove your hands from his cock so that he can cover it up. "I need to hear you say it, my dear. Say you want me."

"You're all I want," you rasped, running your hands down your thighs, getting dangerously close to your drenched forbidden zone you were denied before. "You're all I ever wanted," you gasped as he grabbed both of your hands, pulled them away from your pussy, and pinned them over your head.

His cock, covered in rubber, but just as warm as before, rested against your inner thigh. He was grinding it against you, teasing you. Tormenting you. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," You wrapped your legs around his torso, tightening your hold on him and closing the gap between his cock and your cunt.

The baron was barely holding himself back, his hips bucking forward and creating friction. "You want my cock? Why? Haven't you had enough of it last night?"

"No," you stuttered and stared up at him with stars in your eyes. With half of his face in shadows and the other in the moon, you could only see the darkness in his. "No, milord."

"You could have alerted the authorities, but you didn't," he whispered, willing himself to stand still even as you whined. "You could've been a honeypot, lured me in, trapped me inside, and set the dogs on me. But you didn't." Then, he squeezed down on your wrists, securing his hold.

"I didn't."

"Why?"

"I couldn't." You were sobbing, hot streaming running down your chilled cheeks. Exhaustion and exhilaration stirred inside your stomach. "I could've left Castle Zemo a long time ago, but I couldn't." Through the tears, you couldn't see him, but you knew he was still there. You felt his figure looming and his warm flesh against your own. The man who welcomed you into his home was finally home. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here at all. Milord, you saved me."

When you felt his fingers loosening around you, you knew you could move your own. Then, with shaking hands, you cupped his face and he whipped yours.

"I saved you?"

"After Novi Grad was destroyed, my home, my whole world, was destroyed as well." You stroked his face, both light and shadows, as he stroked your hair. "You opened the gates for everyone. Everyone. Nobody was turned down."

"A baron's duty is to his barony," he hushed you. "I gave it all to them, to the people. To the state. The state is supposed to be its people, but ours have been sliced up and served to its neighbors."

"Castle Zemo belongs to Sokovia as far as I'm concerned," you smiled and hoped that he could see it. "It's all I have left. It's the only place I can call home."

"Castle Zemo belongs to you as far as I'm concerned," he smiled and you saw it. "My Lady."

And, as his hands smoothened your hair, stroked your shoulders, and slipped all the way down to your hips, your nails scratched into his shoulder blades. The baron had finally fulfilled the wishes of his baroness and began filling her up.

"My Lord," you bit your bottom lip and squeezed your eyes shut preparing yourself for penetration.

He did it slowly, sliding inside one inch at a time and continuing tonight's tormenting trend. You cunt must've been spilling onto the sheets as it was sucking in his cock. When he bottomed out, you breathed in, gasping, as there were no more gaps between the two of you.

When he moved, you moaned, your wet inner walls coming down on his erection as it escaped. Opening your eyes, you saw the space that was growing between you both. Then, he buried himself deep, all the way to the hilt, and you were smothered against each other again. Looking up, you saw his face fighting those same emotions, pleasure and pain.

"No, I'll never have enough, milord," you moaned, making an effort to move your hips and encourage him to do the same. "I'll never have enough of your cock."

"What my baroness wants," the baron grunted, getting up on his knees and pulling your pelvis up on his lap. "My baroness gets." Holding onto your hips, he hurried his own, pistoning in and out at a punishing pace.

"Yes, yes, yes." You squeezed your fists into your sheets for stability, even as the heels of your feet slipped on the smooth surface.

"If she wants to get fucked, then that's what she'll get." The man moved with purpose, pulling your hips while gyrating his own. "She'll get her pretty little pussy pounded."

You tossed your head from one side to the other, eyes rolling at the back of your brain.

He wasn't faring any better, and, feeling his fuse shorten, he issued out another order. "You're going to come for me, my Lady."

"Please, Lord Zemo," you looked to the ceiling and beyond. And begged. "Please."

His right hand ran circles around your clitoris as his left held onto your hip. He fucked you faster, his pace precipitating, his cock stuttering and swelling inside.

"You're going to come for me now," he growled. "Now."

As if his command was heard by your cunt, it collapsed around him, walling his cock inside, pulsing to the beat of your pounding heart. Your back bowed and your chest rolled up as a series of slurred pleased cane pouring out of you.

With your ears ringing and your eyes rolled back, you didn't witness him winding his whole body up and howling as he came.

When you saw him again, he was hovering over you with a heaving naked chest. His face was free of conflict and was filled with nothing but contentment. "How are you?" He whispered, his throat tight. "Are you cold?"

It took a half-dressed baron to bring you to your senses. The girl still shaking from the aftershock of the best orgasm of her life, was caught off guard by the chill that was creeping up on her. The girl was, of course, you. You had matted hair all over your sweaty forehead and your thighs sticky with your own juices. It was a good thing you had him there to help you out, give you a hand as you struggled to sit straight, even if you couldn’t figure out how he slipped on his pants and boots so fast. You didn’t bother to ask, however, and you didn’t even question why he was still there.

Last night, he evaporated into the ether as soon as his crown was sealed in the safe. However, tonight he stuck around to slip your shoes back on, button up your shirt, and even make the bed. It was a domestic scene that should only be played out between partners. While the two of you had your fun fooling around, it was all pretending. Even if he was a baron and the lord of your heart, you were not a baroness, and certainly didn’t rule over anything of his.

“Looks like the royal suite will be closed to the public tomorrow,” you sighed. “I have to get these sheets clean. Again.”

“You’ve done an excellent job keeping this place alive,” he said, coming around the corner from the other side of the bed. “Though, I fear it’s on life support.”

When he was close enough, you craned your neck to search his smirk for any trace of that fear he was talking about. “I won’t let it die.”

“I know you won’t, my dear,” his smirk stretched wider. “Sokovia is its people and I know you won’t let the world forget us, living or dead.” Then, with his lips laying lax, he stroked the side of your face. The glove was smooth as it slid across your skin. “If only there were more like you.”

You cupped his hand as it cupped your face. “There are.”

“Are there?”

“The guards, the shopkeeps, the gardeners, the cleaners, the tour guides. Everyone loving on the barony. They are all Sokovians keeping our legacy alive. Your legacy.”

“My legacy is dead,” he said, convicted. “I buried it when I dedicated my life to killing off the legacy of super-powered supremacists.”

“Then I’ve done a lousy job keeping it alive then,” you said, unconvinced. “I should’ve been hunting down Americans this entire time.”

Blinking as if you had delivered a blow and knocked him off balance, he brought his other hand to the other side of your face. “You know,” he chuckled. “I haven’t met anyone who could give a verbal lashing while sounding this sweet.” Then suddenly, he stopped chuckling but didn’t stop caressing your cheeks. “Not since her.”

You didn’t ask about her, the sweet one with a sharp tongue, because you knew her. Everyone did. The baroness, God rest her soul. There was nothing that you could do for her, or for their son, so you offered your condolences. “I’m sorry.”

He struggled to smile again, but his lips were turned up as he said: “This may be our last night, but this doesn’t mean we should be saying our goodbyes.” Removing both his hands from your suddenly sullen face, he offered one of them to you. As soon as you slipped your hand into his, he bowed his head and gave the back of it a kiss. “Until next time, my Lady.”

While Helmut III Zemo didn’t dissolve into the darkness tonight, he took his leave and let his words linger. Even after you left the castle grounds, as the night gave away to the day, you and his goodbye still haven’t parted ways. You were sure you’d be staying awake, haunted by the hollowness he left behind. ‘Our last night,’ he said. ‘Until next time,’ he contradicted himself.

Your own home felt colder and emptier than before as you opened the door. However, there was something amiss among all the usual mess: a white envelope. As you checked both sides for an address, a stamp, or even a name, you remembered that the mailman doesn't slip the mail under the door. Then, with quivering hands and a quickening heartbeat, you opened it. There was a stack of colorful notes that you let fall to the floor while unfolding the letter. It was a stack of euro banknotes.

My Lady,

How many vacation days have you used this year or the last? If the official records are to be believed, you’ve collected quite a few. By the time you read this, I’ll be on a flight to Ibiza. I’ll be in town for the next couple of weeks. Won’t you join me?

~ Your Lord

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