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Top 5 Daniel Brühl characters?

Great question darling 😏

Zemo (obviously)

Niki

Iván Pelayo

Tony Balerdi

Alex (Eva)

Also special mention to the chaos demon himself, Dirk brûlée 😈

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Danny Ramirez in No Exit (2022)

bonus:

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Winterbones and 84: sex toys/plugs, pretty please!

Thank you for helping me cheat the system by asking for something that I was already writing (it was a big big help and I love you so much ❤️) ALSO! Thank you (and @the-ravening, and @5ummit) for nudging my writing brain, I've been so sad.

From this kink ask meme More of my writing can be found on AO3

What you need (E) Winterbones - 1035 words non-con/rape, wet and messy, sex toys, begging, double penetration with a sex toy, choking, pet names (so many pet names), the absolute mildest of daddy kink, plot - what plot?

The soldier holds his legs back, his fingers digging into the underside of his thighs, metal hand tightened just enough to leave halos of purple bruising beneath his gripping fingertips - he can hear the whine reverberating up from his chest, a low and constant sound that’s only overpowered by the slick wet squelching noise from between his legs.

His handler is down on his knees between the soldier’s thighs, working thick and unyielding silicone into the stretch of the asset’s held open hole - it shoves his rim wider than Rumlow’s cock can manage and keeps him speared apart, the curved tip of it slides constant and firm against the tangle of nerves that lights up along the ridges of his spine and leaves him trembling.

The soldier arches uselessly, his handler’s other hand pressed palm flat and purposeful against the quivering rise and fall of his stomach, “please, please, please” he begs, words slurred around the spit that floods his mouth and spills down along his chin and cheeks - he slow-blinks his darkened eyes open at the low, pleased chuckle from down on the floor.

“Look at you, being such a good boy for daddy today,” Rumlow starts, twisting his wrist and driving the wide apparatus in impossibly deeper; the swipe of his handler’s fingertips along the circled edge of his hole makes the soldier writhe down against the thin material of his well-worn cot, makes him stretch his thighs open even wider to tug his rim even further apart, “what d’you need sweetheart?”

“M-more,” the soldier chokes out - he struggles not to reach for his handler, his fingers flexing down against his flesh, digging in hard enough that it should be painful but he can’t feel anything beyond the shift and press and push of Rumlow fucking the device into him; he catches his handler’s eyes and arches himself back as best he can, begging for it with the rise of his chest and the easy stretch of his neck, “you.”

“Give you one treat and you get all greedy huh kitten,” his handler says with another dark and low huff of a laugh; the soldier watches Rumlow push up higher on his knees - the other man removes the hand from his stomach and the soldier moans when Rumlow drops it to shove the already unbuttoned front of his pants down just far enough to get his flushed cock free, “better hold yourself open real wide baby, gonna give you exactly what you want.”

The soldier pants, gasping breathless and keening in his throat at the nudge of Rumlow’s cock pushing up alongside the spread of the firm, fake cock already holding him open - he groans around a mouthful of spit when his handler’s thick, leaking tip shoves in beside it, “This more enough for you?” Rumlow asks, his hand sliding up along the center of the soldier’s chest to brace around the easy stretch of his throat, “This what you’re begging for, you greedy little shlyukha?”

Rumlow’s heavy cock sinks in too fast, too sudden and the soldier can’t keep from crying out, his rim stretched wide enough to ache - his right hand slips along the sweat that’s built up beneath his knee, his leg buckles against his own hold and he has to hitch it up to curl around his handler’s waist; Rumlow growls, fingers tightening around the soldier’s neck until he can barely breathe let alone swallow the spit that just keeps flooding and filling up the back of his mouth.

“C’mon babe, answer me.” his handler says, voice low and hoarse and hitched around the sound of a groan as his cock throbs against the tightly stretched out insides of the soldier’s hole; he works his jaw uselessly against the firm hold of Rumlow’s hand bruising his throat, mouthing yes and bringing his right hand between them to curl into the strapped crisscross of his handler’s harness.

The soldier jerks back against the push of his handler’s cock, his head throbbing from the lack of oxygen - his own heavy cock smears wet lines of precome along his belly as Rumlow stills his hips and switches to work the thick, soaked apparatus into the soldier instead; his handler fucks the toy in along the shove of his cock, already heavy and deep and wide and shoved into the heat of the soldier’s hole.

There’s black creeping in at the edges of his vision when his handler finds a quick and brutal rhythm; Rumlow’s hard cock and the even firmer device slipping back and forth in violent tandem - the soldier struggles to gasp, his fingers curled in so tightly around the center clip of Rumlow’s harness that he can feel the metal bending beneath his palm, warping to the heat of his flesh hand.

His handler pulls his hand back all at once giving the soldier only long enough to brokenly gurgle for air, choking on the spit pooled in his mouth before there are stacked fingers shoving down into his throat and forcing the saliva to pour out from the corners of his stretched lips, “Filled all the way up with me,” Rumlow says, low and possessive enough to send shivers rolling down along the soldier’s sweat sheened body, “that’s what you needed, right sweetheart?”

The soldier nods as much as he can manage, mouthing over Rumlow’s knuckles and slurping around the thick push of them - he can feel his handler’s other fingers glancing along his stretched-out rim and shudders, struggling to spread his mouth open wider on a desperately broken moan when Rumlow manages to sink his fingertips in alongside the already huge shove of his cock combined with the slicked apparatus.

“Tighten up for me babe,” his handler whispers, leaning in close enough that he can catch the edge of the soldier’s spit-covered chin with his teeth; the soldier tenses, whole body going rigid and tight in response - his cock throbs and pulses between the press of their bodies and he squeezes down, sobbing around Rumlow’s fingers as he spills hot in thick wet stripes up along his own chest.

Rumlow curses, grunting under his breath as his thrusts go uneven and sloppy, “There’s my good boy.”

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Shout out to @unlikelymilliner for doing the original set-up for me (and for everyone) in her fic Babysitting so that I didn’t need to think about it more than putting them in a room together again.

Also! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE, I need you to know that I started and stopped about 50 fics for you because there’s nothing that I could ever write that would be enough to show you how much I love you and how important you are to me (but I still hope that you love this) ❤️

Repay the Favour (E) Zemo/Torres - 4500 Words handcuffs, deepthroating, blowjobs, anal fingering, rimming, anal sex, riding, light dirty talk, pet names, nebulous parole universe

Torres squeezes his eyes closed against of the very, very tempting man, currently restrained in the chair before him, “This is such a bad idea, why did I agree to this again.” he says under his breath, more to himself than to Zemo.

“Oh you’ve already agreed? And here I thought we were in the negotiation stage.”

OR: a Zemo/Torres follow-up to Eve's wonderful fic Babysitting.

Additional shout out to Eve for dragging Torres into both discords and dangling the soft sweet puppy in front of us like a goat into an enclosure of raptors. We’re gonna take such good care of him.

Read the rest on AO3 here: Repay the Favour

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What does fccu mean?

I'm sorry I didn't answer this right away, I just needed the stars to align into a hilarious moment (which conveniently happened today)

The FCCU stands for the Fat Cock Cinematic Universe which is a wonderful chat group between myself, @unlikelymilliner, and @the-ravening where we discuss fic and fucking and various tumblr.com men getting into all kinds of trouble together.

It's gone through many iterations, but this is the best one:

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you know you're in for something when all three of the FCCU post the same gifset of a character back to back to back 😂

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Me: staring at my dash as it becomes entirely Venom

Also me: did you know that Venom was a THUNDERBOLT? Not at the same time as Zemo, sure, but why should that stop us.

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Everyone, I'm so sorry but I can't stop thinking about John Walker's thighs today.