#zemo headcanons

[z3mos]

zemo headcanons ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

content: both soft and some nsfw, reader implied to be female, established relationship

⟢ swears in sokovian whenever he’s stressed/under pressure

⟢ rarely wants you to join in on dangerous missions, but with enough back talk from the both of you he finally admits defeat

⟢ always keeping it professional on the job, treating you the same as everyone else on the team

⟢ when the two of you gets home he showers you with words of affirmation, telling you just how good you were

⟢ likes to read on the couch with you laying in the other end with your legs over him. he keeps a firm hand on your feet, making sure you’re not going anywhere

⟢ zemo loves to show you off, always keeping his hand on your waist, hips, neck, anywhere he can reach

⟢ hot steamy make outs ;3

⟢ sometimes even keeps his mask on during sex

⟢ fucks you slow and gently oftentimes, but when he’s just in the mood to let out some steam he can get quite rough (but that’s how you like it) and tells you to just suck it up and take it like a good girl

⟢ let’s you sit in his lap, which often rather than not leading to you slowly grinding down on him, making him suck in air trying to compose himself

⟢ calls you his kitten <33

a/n: i’m such a sucker for zemo, i love him more than words can describe. . send some asks and i’ll get to them asap

[andy-15-07]

A Love Unscripted

Summary: Daniel and Y/N, co-stars on a film set, experience an intense connection that quickly blossoms into love. As they navigate their deepening relationship, they find that their off-screen romance becomes the greatest story of their lives.

Paring: Daniel Brühl x reader

Words count: 2907

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It was a bright, crisp morning in Berlin, and the air buzzed with excitement as the cast and crew gathered for the first day of shooting. This was no ordinary film set—this was the next big project from a critically acclaimed director, and everyone knew it had the potential to be a masterpiece. The title of the film, still under wraps, hinted at a deep, emotional journey that would challenge both the actors and the audience.

Y/N arrived on set with a mix of nerves and excitement, feeling the weight of this opportunity. It was their first major role, and although they had done their fair share of indie films and theater, this was different. The script had resonated deeply with Y/N when they first read it, and they knew this role could be a turning point in their career.

As Y/N stepped out of their trailer, adjusting the costume that already felt like a second skin, they noticed a familiar face on set. Daniel Brühl was speaking with the director, his warm, easygoing smile lighting up his features. Y/N had always admired Daniel’s work from afar—the subtlety of his performances, the way he could convey so much with just a glance or a slight change in his expression. Meeting him in person, however, was something they hadn’t quite prepared for.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N walked over to where Daniel and the director were chatting. As they approached, the director noticed Y/N and smiled broadly. "Ah, Y/N! Perfect timing. Come meet your co-star."

Daniel turned towards Y/N, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. His eyes met Y/N’s, and there was an unmistakable spark—a connection that went beyond the usual pleasantries of a first meeting. Daniel’s smile widened, and there was a warmth in his gaze that immediately put Y/N at ease.

“Hi, I’m Daniel,” he said, extending his hand.

“Y/N,” they replied, shaking his hand. The touch lingered a bit longer than necessary, and Y/N felt a strange but pleasant flutter in their chest.

“It’s great to finally meet you,” Daniel continued, his voice smooth and genuinely kind. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

Y/N chuckled, trying to ignore the heat rising to their cheeks. “Well, I hope I can live up to the hype.”

“I’m sure you will,” Daniel said, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s. “I watched some of your previous work. You’re really talented.”

Y/N was caught off guard by the compliment. “Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.”

Before the conversation could continue, the director clapped his hands. “Alright, let’s get started! We’ve got a lot to cover today.”

The first scene they were shooting was a pivotal one—an intense confrontation between Y/N and Daniel’s characters. The air was charged with anticipation as the crew set up the shot. Y/N took their position, trying to focus on the character’s emotions, but found themselves distracted by the fact that Daniel was standing so close.

Daniel, sensing Y/N’s nervousness, leaned in slightly and whispered, “Don’t worry, just be in the moment. We’ve got this.”

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. As soon as the director called “Action,” the transformation was instantaneous. Y/N slipped into their character’s mindset, and the world around them faded away. The scene required them to confront Daniel’s character, emotions running high as they delivered their lines with a mixture of anger and vulnerability.

Daniel was incredible. His performance was raw, powerful, and it drew Y/N in, making it easy to react naturally. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and it crackled with intensity, as if they had known each other for years instead of mere minutes.

When the director finally called “Cut,” there was a moment of stunned silence on set. Y/N blinked, coming back to reality, and noticed that the crew was staring at them with something like awe. The director had a wide grin on his face.

“That was fantastic!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “The chemistry between you two is electric. If we can capture even a fraction of that in every scene, we’ve got something truly special here.”

Y/N glanced over at Daniel, who was still looking at them with that same warm smile. “You were amazing,” he said softly, his eyes full of admiration.

“So were you,” Y/N replied, feeling the flutter in their chest return.

As the day progressed, the initial nerves melted away. Daniel and Y/N fell into an easy rhythm, their connection both on and off-screen growing stronger with each take. Between scenes, they would chat about everything from their favorite films to their experiences growing up in different parts of the world. They discovered they had a lot in common—a shared love for classic cinema, a penchant for exploring new places, and a mutual respect for the craft of acting.

During lunch, they found themselves sitting together, away from the rest of the cast and crew. It wasn’t intentional, but it felt natural, as if they had always gravitated toward each other. As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and the occasional teasing remark.

“You know,” Daniel said, leaning back in his chair, “I didn’t expect to meet someone who’s as passionate about cinema as I am.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth in their heart. “I could say the same about you. It’s nice to talk to someone who gets it.”

Daniel nodded, his expression thoughtful. “It’s rare to find someone who really understands what it’s like to lose yourself in a role, to feel that connection with the character and the story. I can tell you’re someone who does.”

Y/N looked at Daniel, their eyes meeting once again. There was something in his gaze that made their heart skip a beat—an intensity, a depth that went beyond mere attraction. It was as if they were seeing each other, truly seeing each other, for the first time.

“I feel the same way,” Y/N admitted, their voice soft but sincere. “There’s something about this project, about working with you… It feels different. Special.”

Daniel’s gaze softened, and he reached across the table, his hand gently covering Y/N’s. “I feel it too,” he said quietly. “I think this could be the start of something really wonderful.”

The rest of the shoot passed in a blur. Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, Y/N and Daniel’s connection deepened. Their scenes together were electric, filled with a chemistry that was palpable to everyone on set. Off-camera, they spent more and more time together, often finding excuses to stay late after a day of shooting just to talk, to be in each other’s company.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of filming, they decided to take a walk around the city. The night was cool, the streets quiet as they wandered aimlessly, talking about everything and nothing. Daniel seemed more relaxed than usual, his usual charisma softened by the late hour and the intimacy of the moment.

As they walked along the Spree River, the moonlight reflecting off the water, Daniel suddenly stopped. Y/N, who had been in the middle of a story, turned to look at him in surprise.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, concerned.

Daniel smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s just… I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

Y/N’s heart began to race, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation bubbling up inside them. “What is it?”

Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

The question caught Y/N off guard. They stared at Daniel, their mind racing. Did they believe in love at first sight? They had always thought it was something that only happened in movies, in the stories they told on screen. But as they looked into Daniel’s eyes, so full of sincerity and something deeper, something that felt a lot like love, they found themselves reconsidering.

“I’m not sure,” Y/N replied honestly. “But… I think I might be starting to.”

Daniel’s smile widened, and without another word, he took a step closer. The distance between them disappeared as he gently cupped Y/N’s face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring. Y/N’s breath caught in their throat as Daniel leaned in, his lips brushing theirs in a kiss that was soft, tentative, and full of unspoken emotions.

The world seemed to fade away in that moment. There was no film set, no crew, no cameras—just the two of them, standing by the river, lost in each other. The kiss deepened, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through their entire body, a sense of rightness, of inevitability, as if this was exactly where they were meant to be.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they shared a quiet moment of connection.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment we met,” Daniel admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled, their heart full. “So have I.”

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten. It was a perfect moment, the kind that Y/N had only ever experienced in the movies they loved so much. But this wasn’t a script, and this wasn’t a role. This was real, and it was happening to them.

As they walked back to their hotel, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like they were living in a dream. But it was better than any dream they could have imagined—because it was real, and it was theirs.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of emotions, both on and off set. Their relationship blossomed quietly, just under the radar of the curious eyes of the cast and crew. Though they kept it professional during filming, it was impossible to hide the subtle glances, the shared smiles, and the way their hands would brush as they passed each other by.

Y/N found themselves falling deeper for Daniel with every passing day. He was kind and considerate, with a sense of humor that caught them off guard and made them laugh when they least expected it. They had never felt this way before, and it scared them as much as it thrilled them. But there was a comfort in Daniel’s presence, a sense of safety that made them feel like everything was going to be okay.

One afternoon, they had a rare day off from shooting, and Daniel suggested they explore the city together. Berlin was full of history and culture, and though Y/N had been there for weeks, they hadn’t had much time to truly experience it.

They spent the day wandering through art galleries and museums, stopping at cafes for coffee and pastries. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how Daniel seemed to know all the best spots, the hidden gems that only locals frequented. He would tell stories about the city’s history, pointing out landmarks and sharing little anecdotes that made Y/N feel like they were getting a private tour from someone who truly loved the place.

As the day turned into evening, they found themselves at a small, cozy restaurant tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The candlelit atmosphere was intimate, and Y/N could feel their heart racing as they sat across from Daniel, the flickering light casting shadows across his handsome features.

“This place is beautiful,” Y/N said, looking around at the warm, inviting decor. “How did you find it?”

Daniel smiled, a little shyly. “I’ve been here a few times. It’s one of my favorite spots in the city. I thought you might like it.”

Y/N reached across the table, taking his hand in theirs. “I love it. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Daniel’s eyes softened, and he squeezed Y/N’s hand gently. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say,” he began, his voice serious.

Y/N felt a flutter of nerves in their stomach. “What is it?”

Daniel hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but… I can’t help the way I feel. From the moment we met, I felt this connection between us, something I’ve never experienced before. I don’t want to scare you off, but I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Y/N’s breath caught in their throat, their heart pounding in their chest. They had felt it too, but hearing Daniel say it out loud made it all the more real, all the more intense.

“I feel the same way,” Y/N admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been trying to make sense of it, but… I think I’m falling for you too.”

The relief in Daniel’s eyes was palpable, and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He stood up from his seat, moving to sit beside Y/N, and pulled them into a gentle embrace. Y/N melted into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against theirs, the steady beat of his heart under their cheek.

For a while, they just sat there, holding each other, letting the world outside fade away. It was as if time had stopped, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of happiness. They talked quietly, sharing their hopes and dreams, their fears and insecurities. It was easy to be vulnerable with Daniel, easy to let down the walls they had built around their heart.

As the evening wore on, they decided to head back to the hotel, their hands intertwined as they walked through the quiet streets. The city was alive with the soft hum of nightlife, but Y/N only had eyes for Daniel, who looked at them with such affection that it made their heart ache in the best possible way.

When they reached Y/N’s hotel room, they lingered outside the door, neither of them wanting the night to end. Daniel brushed a strand of hair from Y/N’s face, his touch tender and full of longing.

“Can I come in?” he asked softly, his voice full of emotion.

Y/N nodded, their heart racing. They opened the door, leading Daniel inside, and as soon as it closed behind them, he pulled them into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the emotions they had been holding back, all the desire and affection that had been building between them since the day they met.

They stumbled toward the bed, their lips never breaking contact, and as they fell into the soft sheets, Y/N knew this was where they were meant to be—wrapped in Daniel’s arms, lost in the feeling of being loved and cherished by someone who saw them for who they truly were.

The night was a blur of whispered words and tender touches, of shared laughter and quiet moments of connection. When they finally drifted off to sleep, tangled up in each other, Y/N felt a peace they had never known before. It was as if all the pieces of their life had finally fallen into place, and they knew, deep in their heart, that this was just the beginning of something truly beautiful.

The next morning, they woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Daniel was still asleep beside them, his face peaceful and relaxed, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they watched him. They had never felt this content, this happy, and they knew they had found something special, something worth holding onto.

As Daniel stirred awake, his eyes meeting Y/N’s with a sleepy smile, they leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Good morning,” Y/N whispered, their voice full of affection.

“Good morning,” Daniel replied, his voice husky with sleep. He pulled Y/N closer, his arms wrapping around them as if he never wanted to let go. “Last night was… incredible.”

“It was,” Y/N agreed, their heart swelling with emotion. “I don’t want this to end.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Daniel said, his gaze serious. “I meant what I said last night. I’m falling for you, Y/N, and I want to see where this goes. I don’t care about the logistics or what anyone else thinks. All I know is that I want to be with you.”

Tears pricked at Y/N’s eyes as they looked into Daniel’s sincere gaze. They had been so afraid to let themselves fall, but now that they had, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“I want that too,” Y/N said, their voice choked with emotion. “I want to be with you, Daniel.”

He smiled, a smile so full of warmth and love that it took Y/N’s breath away. “Then let’s make it happen. We’ll figure it out together.”

And so, they did. As the film production continued, so did their relationship, growing stronger with each passing day. They faced the challenges together, navigating the complexities of a public relationship in a private world, but nothing could diminish the connection they shared.

When the film finally wrapped, and it was time to say goodbye to the set and the characters they had brought to life, Y/N and Daniel knew that this was just the beginning of their story. They had found something real, something lasting, and as they walked hand in hand into the next chapter of their lives, they knew they were ready to face whatever came next, as long as they were together.

In the end, it wasn’t just a love story scripted for the screen—it was their love story, one that would continue to unfold in ways they could never have imagined. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, they knew that this was the greatest role they would ever play, not as actors, but as themselves, deeply in love and ready to take on the world, side by side.

[spilledkauffie]

NSFW Alphabet • Zemo

List made by @caitlinpotter || whooooo boy

*xFemale!Reader || SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Super, super sweet!—he’s lovey dovey the moment you hit your final orgasm, rough kisses turn to gentle, featherlike, kisses across your quivering skin as you work through the final wave of ecstasy. He strokes his fingertips down your tense abdomen, feeling the subtle shake traveling through your body in the final moments of your orgasm.

Afterwards—he hoarsely asks if you’re okay, caressing your cheek, as you lay next to him breathless. There’s a soft smile across his lips, as you close your eyes, swallowing, to gather yourself, before smiling. He presses a kiss to your forehead as you snuggle up against his side, resting your head on his bicep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Loves your legs and back— you wear anything that significantly reveals either and it’s already on his mind. He loves how the curve of your back fits perfectly against his palm when you arch it, especially when you’re straddling his lap. During foreplay, he always kisses a trail along the inside of your thigh, with his hand either caressing your calf or stroking along the outside of your leg. 

Lips— he loves your lips, sometimes when you’re talking or venting, on a roll about something, you’ll find him just staring at your lips. He is notorious for open mouth kisses, out of nowhere just kissing you, sometimes whilst you’re talking, but mostly when you just don’t expect it. 

As for himself, he’s probably say his hands, so he can feel you and mouth, cause he could kiss you all day long.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Together— you don’t know how but somehow he knows how to get you both there at the same time. Your breath starts to hitch as you squeeze your legs against him. You hear him whisper a few curses and feel him grip your hips a little rougher, keeping you in place, as you both cum.

On other occasions or positions— seeing it drip down the arch of your back is insanely attractive, as he dips to breathlessly kiss between your shoulder blades.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves being cuffed— there’s something about the metal, feel and sound. Plus he loves the challenge of feeling you up whilst in handcuffs, a lot of times he’ll bring his hands to the back of your neck, pulling the cuff links tight against the nape of your neck, bringing you and holding you deep into a kiss.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Obviously, yes, he’s had experience— he absolutely knows what he’s doing, in fact he’s the only one who’s been able to get you on a new level of pleasure via him just knowing what he was doing. When you asked him how he knew where to hit, he lifts an eyebrows and simply replies “I have experience.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

He’s really game for it all— whatever you’re comfortable with, he’s comfortable with. That means if halfway through you want to switch, he’s good with that.

Anything with you beneath him, chest to chest; he really does love absolutely making out while fucking you, so a lot of face to face works best for that— your knees pressing against his sides, your nails slowly scratching across his back, him giving fresh hickeys to your neck, and hands exploring your body while he slips his tongue in your mouth.

Tabletop— could literally be on a table, counter, or just the edge of the bed. Either way, you’re clinging to the surface’s edge, trying to keep yourself positioned at the very edge for him, (in bed, the bed posts can help), his fingertips are leaving bruises against your hips or his hand is wrapped around the ankle you have resting up against his shoulder, he presses kisses against the inside of your ankle as he fucks you.

 Doggy style—he loves the beautiful curve of your back so what better than fully seeing it. He presses his thumbs against the small of your back, and typically has a hand stroking up and down your spine.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It’s definitely more serious, but it’s also always fun and extremely satisfying— his charm allows him to swoon you, keeping it a heated and romantic setting, but he can’t help but chuckle in between kisses to your skin when your jaw drops and your take a breath staggering gasp, clinging onto him, feeling things you’ve never felt before.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Literally perfect— he’s surprisingly good at knowing how you want it based on your actions leading up to the moment. He knows if you want it more rough and kinky, or if you just want to feel adored like a princess, made to feel good.

Accent— you love hearing him say anything in that gorgeous accent and he knows it, thus he sweet talks you, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.

He checks in on you— the occasional “doing okay, Darling?”, “use your words, tell me, princess,” and “I’ve got you, just ride it out,” make it very personal and sweet amidst it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not really a thing with him, if he wants it he’s going to wait, he loooves sexual tension/anticipation, it makes the sex 10x better. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Temperature play—ice. He loves watching your skin shiver as he trails a path across your body with an ice cube. Also, he’ll kiss you and have a sliver of ice in his mouth, sliding it against your bottom lip with his tongue.

Handcuffs— either way (see D), it’s the challenge for him, and the look of them and you that he loves so much. Also loves the feeling of them against him when you’re clinging on to him.

Has a bit of a kink for you being the only one undressed— this is where you just rolling your hips down on him hard, holding close with two fingers behind his belt buckle comes in. Also, thigh riding, he loves to see you get yourself there, only occasionally helping out, loving how desperate you are for his attention, physically.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom— it’s the atmosphere of the room that’s amazing, it’s intimate, silk sheets, candles, old wooden bed frame posts that have bruised your back from being pushed against. He likes to see your skin glow in the candlelight with a slight shimmer from the sweat you’re breaking together

Cars— those classic cars have had a Titanic moment or two. It’s extremely intimate, and the sound of your breaths, moans, and screams sound great in a tightly contained area. 

Shower— warm water cascading down your body, keeping you nice and wet in every way. The shower’s obviously lavish and has plenty of room, plus glass walls.

↳ similarly, bathroom countertop sex— with the room still humid and hot, you’re set atop the cool counter’s surface, back pressing against the mirror as you hang on to the edge or the faucet head for some grounding.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you undress— watching you slip of out a dress, casually pull a sweatshirt over your head, shimmying out of your jeans, etc. he just loves seeing more and more of your skin slowly become exposed. Which makes changing in the morning a longer process than need be.

Kisses— making out with him enough will get him pretty turned on, French kisses, love bite kisses, soft and sweet, really enough of anything and you’ll find you finally have a little control when you pull back and he leans in, not wanting to break the kiss.

You in his clothes— dress shirts, sweatshirts, his jacket, you name it, he likes to see you wearing his things.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing demeaning— he wants to make you feel worshiped, perfect, and on cloud nine, so it’s a no go to the exact opposite

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Giving— for starters he likes to have the leverage in situations and you at the mercy of his mouth counts. He’s phenomenal at completely and totally getting you all the way there with just his mouth. His hands are always either holding your hips down, or stroking along your legs, outside, inside, caressing your calf etc. 

↳ when you try to close your legs, he easily pushes the inside of your knee back out again, with a chuckle you can feel vibrating against your clit.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Two types: slow, sensual, and deep & hard, dominant, and passionate 

↳ slow, sensual, and deep: it’s extremely romantic and makes you feel adored, he takes time to get every sense awake in your body before giving you what, by that point, you desperately want. And when he does it’s almost instantly met by you softly sighing with a smile, “right there, baby,” as you flutter your eyes closed, lips parting.

↳ hard, dominant, and passionate— he’s fucking you like he hasn’t seen you in years. It’s a little rough, sometimes kinky, very dominant sex. You have some seriously intense, pupils blown with pleasure, screaming orgasms that leave you shaking, not to mention unable to walk straight. Typically includes multiple orgasms for you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not opposed to them at all, the amount of time doesn’t determine the quality with him.

For example: you’ve definitely fucked in a club bathroom before (these are nice, fancy clubs)— already making out you pull him into the room and he kicks the door shut, locking it. Setting you on top of the counter roughly, you get at it. Desperately holding onto the edge of the countertop as he fucks you, kissing your neck and holding your hips in place.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not particularly— if there’s any shake up you want to try or add, you definitely talk about it first, having a comfortable atmosphere during sex is always important to him so you can feel safe and boundaries are set.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Not including teasing / oral, typically two— and those are two very intense rounds, it’s not a quickie. Proper sex with him lasts a good while, so brace yourself if you make it to a third round. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A whole lot— it’s exactly that, unfair. With how much he teases you, you’ll be dripping wet before your clothes are even entirely off.

Playing hard to get— oh yes, he plays that game with you, if you’re trying to subtly come on to him, he’ll act like he has no idea what you’re trying to imply, making you more frustrated and him happier seeing you want it so bad but trying to counter his calmness.

Leaving you to think about it— he’ll start the foreplay, but then in the middle tell you that he’s needed elsewhere, leaving you to think about what he had started all day long, this usually results in you wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply the instant he walks back through the door

At events— typically well behaved, unless it’s completely boring. He’s had his hand under the table and up your skirt/dress more than once though, quickly pulling away when you were almost there. This is when sex when you’re barely through the front door happens.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s personally relatively quiet— usually it’s because his mouth his preoccupied with bruising and musing your skin, but in between there’s throaty breaths and sweet nothing whispered.

Prefers to hear you— seriously, he loves hearing every whine, moan, whimper, scream, breath, gasp, and giggle you make.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Plenty to be satisfied by— above average, but he’s not the guy to talk about it. If you have the pleasure of knowing, then you know full good and well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty damn high— he just really really knows how to hide it until it’s the exact moment. He has a lot of sexual charisma without even trying, yet he typically remains totally calm about it until you’re the first one to take action, asking or physically.

HOWEVER— there are days where you’re headed out the door, and he catches a glimpse of your cute outfit. As you’re saying goodbye he catches you gently by the wrist and starts walking with you towards the bedroom “Baron,” you giggle, tossing your head back and following his lead, “I’m going to be late.” Catching up with him at the door, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, “you’re not going to be late,” he caressed your cheek, “you’re going to be altogether absent.”

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You definitely fall asleep first— he likes watching you fall asleep afterwards, his fingertips still ghosting across your skin, as you make sure to keep yourself close to him. 

[becca-e-barnes]

Looks Like Your Husband Has No Objections

Pairing: Zemo x Reader x Bucky

Set during episode 3 of FATWS (and in my head, it’s set after Prinzessin, my other fic, but this can absolutely be read as a stand-alone)

The reader is Zemo’s wife but she catches Bucky’s eye. After years in prison, Zemo decides to be a little adventurous and thinks sharing his wife with Bucky Barnes for the night sounds like fun. No jealousy or weird relationship dynamics that might come with a threesome, just loads of smut!

Word count: 6,127

Warnings: Slightly Dom Zemo, Slightly Dom Bucky, spit roasting, double penetration, oral sex (m receiving), anal, fingering, dirty talk, unsafe sex, praise kink, F/M/M, honestly I just love husband!zemo so much

Minors, do not interact

As you walked down the street to the club, it felt like with every step you took, your heart hammered a little bit harder. You had thought this chapter of your life was over, mainly because you never thought you would see your husband outside of a prison cell again but now that he had been freed, he was back to his old mischief. The sun had set on Madripoor a few hours ago but that didn’t make the heat any less stifling. It almost felt like the ground beneath you was radiating heat that it had soaked up during the day. The dress you were wearing should have helped keep you cool but you found that wasn’t the case. It was a short, sequinned YSL dress your husband had picked out for you, it showed off the curves and contours of your body perfectly and you didn’t doubt that it would’ve been super expensive.

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“James, Sam and I must blend in my love but you must look as radiant as ever. Seeing the Baron’s wife out of her finery would only raise suspicions.” He had cooed as he presented you with the dress and matching black heels earlier that evening. His expression had been soft as he spoke but there was a faint twinkle in his eyes that suggested there was something a little more exciting motivating his choice of outfit. You fondly remembered how he had always loved to show you off. You had not questioned him about why he looked so excited and instead allowed him to watch as you carefully slipped the dress up, over your shoulders. Before you knew it, his strong hands were holding your waist, gently spinning you around so your back was pressed to his chest. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he zipped the dress up your back in one smooth motion.

“Well?” You asked excitedly, turning around to face him before giving him a little twirl. “How do I look?”

“I could answer that doll but I don’t think your husband would thank me.” Came a response from the doorway, making you jump. You hadn’t realised the door was still open. Your new super soldier acquaintance was leaning against the door frame, looking far too handsome in his dark trousers and jacket. You noticed a glass of whiskey sitting comfortably in his metal hand, which he brought to his mouth and took a sip of, while maintaining eye-contact with you.

“Nonsense James, my sweet wife looks breathtaking. I would not fault you for noticing.” Helmut responded with a surprisingly light tone. You had thought James’ comment would have angered him or made him more protective of you but apparently not. You weren’t sure if his calm attitude was supposed to mess with your head or James’ but either way, you were a little surprised at his nonchalance.

“Well, I’ll agree with that, breathtaking is the word I’d use.” He agreed, raising an eyebrow as he took in your figure approvingly.

“Thank you James, you’re very kind.” You smiled, trying to ignore the blush rising on your cheeks.

“Oh doll please, call me Bucky. Only your husband calls me James.” He smirked, tearing his eyes away from you to look at your husband who was still standing close behind you. “I’m ready to head out when you guys are.” He informed you both before turning and walking away.

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Thinking back on the encounter earlier certainly wasn’t helping your racing heart slow down. You couldn’t deny Bucky was attractive. He was built so differently to your husband. Where Helmut was shorter and leaner, Bucky was tall and almost terrifyingly built, not to mention the Vibranium arm. The Helmut Zemo you knew when you first met would never have allowed another man to talk about you like that. He was fiercely jealous and so proud to call you “his”. When in public, it was rare for him to not be touching you in some way; a hand placed gently on the small of your back, your fingers laced together or your arms linked, making sure everyone was aware that you were off limits. Even at this very moment, walking down the street, your hand was in his but it felt slightly different to how it used to. He felt slightly different than he used to. He didn’t seem so up tight, or perhaps he just had a lot on his mind, knowing what the plan for the evening was but either way, there was a noticeable shift in how he held you. You didn’t have time to dwell on it though as the four of you entered the club, finding it packed full of people. You allowed Zemo to lead you through the crowd with a hand planted on your waist. All four of you took up a space at the bar, the bartender making conversation with your husband and the other two men as you watched the bodies moving together on the dance floor. You hadn’t been in this kind of scene in years, not really having any cause to go out like this while your husband was in prison. After a couple of rounds of drinks Sam leaned in, letting you all know he was going to take a walk around to check the club out. As he headed off, James went in the opposite direction, likely deciding to do the same.

“Well my love, it’s just you and I now.” Helmut smiled, with that little mischievous twinkle back in his eye. “The others will not be back for some time, how about we dance for a little while? We should try to blend in, yes?” He suggested.

A smile crept across your lips as you finished the rest of your drink and linked your hand in his, leading him to the dance floor. The music was unbelievably loud, the bass making the floor tremble beneath you. Your heart pounded in time with the music and while you hadn’t drank very much, you were undoubtedly feeling the buzz. Zemo’s hands rested on your waist, holding your chest close to his as you both swayed in time with the music. He wasn’t much of a dancer but it didn’t really matter, you were both having fun and the smell of his cologne was almost intoxicating. You could feel him, half hard, pressing against you as your hands ran down his chest, under his dark coat. You tried to suppress the little moan that escaped as he grabbed your ass but you were pretty sure he heard it anyway, leaning down to give you a deep, needy kiss as your bodies continued to move together. It was clear that he didn’t care who was watching, not that it really mattered anyway given how many other couples were doing the same.

“You look so beautiful tonight my love.” He mused as you both eventually separated. His lips were swollen from your assault on them but apart from that, he still looked composed. “I couldn’t help but notice how you enjoyed James’ attention earlier though. Should I be concerned?” He asked softly, a little smile playing on his lips.

“No Helmut! I only want you! You know that!” You began but he cut you off with another needy kiss that almost made your legs weak.

“Oh my love, I know. I know you are loyal to me. But I know he wants you. He’s been watching us all evening. I must admit, it’s quite attractive to me…. The thought of my loyal little wife being watched by another man who cannot have her. If you are attracted to James, it might be something we could explore… Together.” He suggested calmly, his facial expressions not indicating this was any kind of trick. This wasn’t a test. This was a genuine offer.

“He could never please me like you do Helmut.” You replied after a short while. “But if you’re okay with it…. It might be fun to explore.”

“You know you are mine, I know you are mine and he knows you are mine but I cannot deny that it would bring me great pleasure to prove no one can make you cum like I can.” You husband whispered, giving your ass a final squeeze. Over his shoulder, you could see Bucky watching you with a drink in his hand. He raised his glass slightly and gave you a little nod, making you smile to yourself.

The night was even more eventful than you all had anticipated, despite knowing you were setting out to find Shelby. There was now a bounty on your heads as you made your way back to Sharon’s house in high town. The Baron hadn’t mentioned your earlier conversation again and truthfully, you weren’t sure if he was upset with you for finding Bucky attractive. He hadn’t seemed upset in the slightest and that almost made you more uneasy. You could never cheat on your husband, you were faithful to him the entire time he had been in prison so you hoped the little crush you had admitted would not make him think otherwise. Truthfully, the whole thing was giving you so much anxiety, you hoped it would never be mentioned again.

Sharon’s house was beautiful, even by the standard of luxury the Baron had introduced you to. The whole décor was modern and sleek, despite the priceless antique pieces of art that filled the rooms, ready to be viewed and purchased by clients at her party that evening. Zemo had hardly spoken to you since you had made it back to safety so you took the opportunity to slip into the shower before getting ready for the party. You dressed in the clothes Sharon had provided for you, dried your hair and applied a little makeup before stepping out into the spare bedroom she had allowed you to get ready in. As you stepped out, you saw a figure in the centre of the room, making you jump.

“Oh God, sorry doll, I thought this room was empty. Didn’t meant to scare you.” Bucky smiled, quickly pulling a shirt on, rushing to do up the bottom buttons.

“I-it’s okay James, really. At least I’m dressed.” You laughed, trying your best not to look at his broad chest or his vibranium arm for that matter.

“Seriously doll, if you don’t start calling me Bucky real soon, we’ll have a problem on our hands.” He grinned, flashing that dazzling smile again that almost made you weak at the knees.

“My love, please address James as ‘Bucky’ like he has requested. Unless there is some other name he would like to go by? Daddy perhaps?” You heard your husband chastise from the bed. You hadn’t even noticed him sitting there, given that his clothing blended in with the dark sheets and he wasn’t directly in your line of sight from where you were standing. You could feel your mouth hanging open at his words, hardly able to believe he had actually said them in front of Bucky.

“She might call you ‘Daddy’, Zemo, but that’s between the two of you. Bucky would do just fine… Unless you prefer Daddy, y/n.” Bucky teased, taking it all in his stride. He threw you a little smirk as he continued to work on his buttons, his vibranium fingers working delicately to push the buttons through the holes. You were almost mesmerised until your husband spoke again.

“Oh no, my little wife mainly addresses me as ‘Sir’ or occasionally ‘Baron’. I think she would be more than willing to call you ‘Daddy’.” Zemo corrected, never breaking eye contact with you. It really looked like he was enjoying this, making you relax just a little.

“Is that true, y/n? Because if you wanna call me ‘Daddy’ I’m okay with it, Princess. Looks like your husband has no objections.” Bucky cooed softly, slowly stalking towards you. You felt your husband’s eyes practically burning holes in you as you nodded. Barnes raised his flesh hand to cup your face, placing his thumb over your lips. “You need to use your words darling. Zemo here tells me he’s happy to share you, just this once. If you want this, you need to tell me.” His tone was soft, with no hint of manipulation or coercion.

“Agreed my love, if you do not want this, it is not too late to stop. I will never mention it again. This is simply my way of ensuring all your needs are met. We have missed out on years of pleasure together and I would like to make it up to you tonight. With Mr Barnes’ help, of course.” Zemo piped up, sitting a little straighter on the bed to make sure he could see your face over Bucky’s broad shoulders. You nodded slightly, weighing up your options.

“This is a one time thing. Nothing else.” You agreed, looking up at Bucky with the sweetest, most innocent eyes you could muster before sucking his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. The moan he let out in response was sinful as he watched you, sucking on him gently while looking so pure.

“Isn’t her mouth heavenly, James?” Your husband mused, watching happily from his position on the bed. Of course he had spoken to Bucky about sharing you while you were getting ready. They were both in agreement so long as you were willing so he took great pleasure in seeing you relax into the situation.

“Shit doll, how’s a man supposed to last against that tongue?” Bucky asked, gripping your face with his metal hand as you sucked on the other thumb.

“She doesn’t make it easy, I promise you.” Your husband agreed, making you clench your legs together to stifle the need for either of them to start touching you. The way they were talking about you as if you weren’t even there was far more exciting than you thought it could be. Bucky reluctantly removed his thumb from your mouth and leaned down to capture your mouth in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to grip your hair and you had to stand almost on your tiptoes to be able to reach him. You couldn’t help but need more of him. More of his touch, more praise, more anything so when he grabbed your ass to lift you up, you gladly wrapped your legs around his waist. From there he only got more passionate, running his hands up and down your thighs to move your dress up so he could access your bare skin. His mouth moved its attention to your neck, licking, sucking and biting little marks that left you a moaning, writhing mess in his arms.

“God Princess, you’re so loud.” Bucky teased playfully, feeling his cock twitch with each of the little noises he drew from you

“Says the guy who almost came in his pants from getting his thumb sucked.” You quipped back, leading to him throwing you onto the bed beside your husband in the hopes of shutting you up.

Zemo had just been happily watching the whole encounter from his spot on the bed as Bucky continued his assault on your neck and exposed collarbones. “Tell me, my love, does James’ mouth feel good on your skin?” Zemo asked softly, stroking your hair lovingly as you moaned.

“Feels so good, but you feel better, Sir.” You groaned, making Bucky sink his teeth into your neck, at the same time as he ground his clothed cock against your core. You could feel how hard he was getting and it only made you wetter.

Zemo chuckled approvingly, watching as Bucky slid his vibranium hand under the little skirt of your dress. “Are you testing me doll? You want to see how good I can make you feel, is that it? You know I’m a Super Soldier, right? I can cum at least five times in a row before I need a break. Bet that would make such a mess of this pretty little pussy.” He teased, rubbing two vibranium fingers over your soaked lace panties while your husband cupped your breasts through your dress. The fact they were working together to give you so much pleasure almost made you dizzy, it wasn’t long until you were bucking your hips against the cool metal fingers, willing Bucky to finally give you what you so desperately needed.

“Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” Zemo laughed, making Bucky nod in agreement.

“God, she is, I bet this wet little pussy feels so good. Look at her, dripping on my fingers and I’m not even past these panties yet.” Bucky almost seemed mesmerised by the wetness covering his fingers. He was painfully hard now but his focus was entirely on you.

“She has the tightest little pussy imaginable, James. And she’s so responsive too. See for yourself.” Zemo encouraged, leaning forward to pull your panties to the side, allowing Bucky to slip a finger into your wet, needy hole. You bucked your hips and let out a little whine as he experimented, curling his finger inside you. You felt so small sandwiched between these two men, both of them with their eyes trained on the metal finger working in and out of your pussy.

“Please Bucky, I need more.” You pleaded, making him laugh and press a second metal digit into you. They were slightly cold but not unpleasant. They were long and thick, making you feel stretched but not uncomfortably so.

“God doll, you’re practically riding my fingers. You still need more?” Bucky teased, bringing two fingers of his flesh hand down to rub your clit in tight circles, in tandem with his metal fingers’ thrusts.

“She’s close already James.” Your husband informed after a few minutes of you writhing against the soldier’s fingers. The Baron’s lips were wet and plump, his trousers tented and his expression was nothing short of giddy, watching you come apart in front of him.

“Please… Helmut… I need to cum, may I cum please?” You begged, reaching one of your hands up to grip his.

“Yes my love, you may.” He nodded with a little smile, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers but right as he did, Bucky stopped completely. You watched pathetically as he sucked his two vibranium fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of your pussy.

“Bucky, what the hell!?” You squealed, desperate for him to continue touching you.

“Wanna hear you beg me for it doll… Want you to ask my permission too. Or I simply won’t let you cum.” Came his response, his eyes dark with lust as he swooped his fingers around your soaked hole, just gently enough to tease. You threw your head back and moaned.

“Please daddy, please please make me cum… I promise, I’ll be such a good girl for you.” Your response must have pleased the soldier as his metal fingers plunged back into you, setting a punishing pace in time with how his flesh fingers played with your clit. In no time he had you shaking, writhing on the sheets. You couldn’t look away from Helmut, he looked like he was absolutely obsessed with you in that moment, his adoration so clear on his face.

“Cum for James, princess, show him how good he’s making you feel.” The Baron coaxed and you almost lost your mind, cumming hard on the unrelenting metal fingers that were curling up, hitting that sweet spot that only your husband had been able to hit before. Bucky pulled the orgasm from your body like it was nothing, thriving off your little moans and sobs when the pleasure became too much.

“God doll, that was hot.” He laughed softly, eventually pulling his fingers out and placing them in his mouth again.

“Wait until she’s cumming around your cock instead of your fingers, there truly isn’t a more euphoric feeling in all the world.” Zemo praised, stroking little strands of hair lovingly behind your ear. “Now Princess, make sure you thank James for being so kind to you.”

“Of course Sir.” You grinned, getting up to let James take your place on the bed. He sat down on the edge and you started to unbuckle his belt, shifting his trousers down his legs, followed by his underwear. His hard cock springing free had your mouth watering, of course you had expected him to be bigger than average but you hadn’t really accounted for how thick he was. His tip was already leaking precum as you sank to your knees in front of him. Both your husband and Bucky were watching you expectantly as you finally reached up and took Bucky’s cock in your hand, stroking a few times to enjoy the look on his face. His eyes were dark with need and he looked almost completely wrecked before you had even started. You slowly wrapped your lips around his head, sucking and licking the bead of precum that had gathered there and he threw his head back in pleasure, letting out a long groan. It had probably been far too long since he had been able to bury his cock in a pretty girl’s throat and he sure as hell planned to enjoy himself now that he had the opportunity again. Without giving him any warning, you bobbed your head down as far as you could go, almost getting his whole length in your mouth on the first try. You heard him curse and felt his flesh hand tangle in your hair, not trying to guide your movements, more so to ground himself. When you pulled back up again, you caught sight of your husband, cupping his own cock through his tight trousers, the sight made your core flutter. You gave him a little smile before sinking back down again on the super soldier’s dick.

“Such a good little whore for your cock, isn’t she James?” Helmut encouraged as the wet sounds of Bucky’s dick hitting the back of your throat filled the room. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you worked with one hand, wondering if it was possible to get any wetter than you were in that moment, on your knees sucking a cock while your husband watched.

“God, it feels so good.” The dark haired man groaned through gritted teeth, thrusting a little against your mouth. “Such a filthy mouth, you want me to cum down your throat baby? You gonna swallow for me?” He asked, picking up his pace a little. He had hoped he would last longer but your mouth just felt too good.

“Yes daddy, cum in my mouth. Wanna swallow it all for you.” You panted, only letting him out of your mouth long enough to catch a breath before you went back to sucking him punishingly hard. Your response tore a strangled cry from James as he bucked against your mouth, making you gag a little. Your jaw hurt and your eyes were watery but you wouldn’t have stopped for the world, it almost felt as good as sucking Helmut’s cock.

“That’s it my sweet, look at the mess you’ve made of poor James, he needs to cum my love, make sure you don’t disappoint him. No mess now, swallow everything he gives you.” Zemo’s voice was strained, his own need so evident from his tone and he hadn’t even been touched yet. You bobbed your head sloppily on Bucky’s cock before you felt him tense up. He placed one hand on the back of your neck and pushed your head down slightly as he came down your throat as promised. You felt rope after rope of warm cum shooting down your throat as you milked every single drop from the magnificent man that you had reduced to a trembling mess of moans and breathy curses.

“Excellent my love, you truly are amazing.” Your husband grinned after you pulled off the soldier.

“I aim to please, Sir.” You beamed, rising to join Zemo on the bed, sharing a deep, intimate kiss with him. The fact you had just sucked the Winter Soldier off didn’t seem to matter to Zemo as he kissed you with the same fierce intensity you were used to. Bucky turned to watch the pair of you, his cock didn’t seem to be softening at all, despite such an intense orgasm. Out of the corner of your eye you watched him lazily stroking himself with his right hand as you made out with your husband, slowly ridding the smaller man of his clothing. It only took Zemo unzipping your dress and pulling it off for you to be naked in front of them both. Your underwear had been discarded some time ago and was lying on the floor along with the other two men’s clothes.

Your husband hadn’t broken the kiss the whole time you were undressing him, grabbing hungrily at you bare ass and thighs, really any skin he could reach, making you moan appreciatively. He was practically shaking with need as you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking teasingly in the way which usually would have had him pushing you against the nearest flat surface and fucking you almost senseless. After a few moments, he positioned you on your hands and knees on the bed, bare ass in the air, pointed towards James invitingly.

“God doll, that’s a pretty sight, how’s a man supposed to resist that?” He hummed appreciatively while you kissed your husband. The soldier ran his cock over your soaked cunt, watching how you coated him so deliciously. The teasing had you squirming under his touch, gripping your husband’s hair to pull his mouth down harder on your own. You groaned against Zemo’s mouth as Bucky’s cock finally started to push into you. The stretch was painful but not unpleasant. “Shit princess, you’re so fucking tight. Can hardly move…. Feels so good and I haven’t even started fucking you yet.” Bucky moaned, making Zemo smile against your lips.

“Fuck her James, don’t be gentle. The little whore wants this after all.” Helmut grinned, watching your expression as Bucky finally slid all the way into you. Helmut sat back up at the top of the bed, back pressed against the headboard so he would have a good view of your face. You watched as his hand grasped his cock, giving it a few slow strokes as the soldier started to pull out, only to thrust back into you again so hard you thought you might bruise. The dirtiest moan fell from your lips as you took in the sight of your husband, clearly loving how you were fucking yourself back on Bucky’s cock.

“Feels so good Bucky, fuck you’re huge.” You sobbed. It felt like he was hitting all the deepest spots inside you at once as he set a steady pace, both metal and flesh fingers digging into your hips.

“Better than your husband?” Bucky smirked, watching Zemo adamantly.

“Never. No one can please me like he does.” You replied, earning a sweet kiss on the forehead from your husband. But of course, Bucky took that as a challenge. His flesh hand dipped between your legs, rubbing your clit furiously as he fucked into you brutally without warning. Zemo ran his tongue along his bottom lip, knowing you wouldn’t last long with the soldier fucking you like that.

“Pretty little pussy gripping me so tight doll, Jesus. Can’t wait to feel you cum around me. Come on doll, give it to me.” He groaned through gritted teeth. You looked up at Helmut, who was fisting his cock with the same intensity Bucky was fucking you with. You could only muster a little “Please.” Between your wrecked sobs and whines and the Baron nodded, granting you permission to cum. As soon as he did so, you leaned forward, taking the head of his cock in your mouth. His surprise was evident on his face but he didn’t stop you, instead tangling his hand in your hair as you bobbed on him as much as you could with the soldier still ramming into you.

“Such a little cock slut, aren’t you. You wanna be stuffed full of two dicks at once? You’re gonna leave here dripping so much cum.” Barnes groaned, not expecting you to answer.

“Shit, you feel so good, my sweet.” Zemo praised, stroking your cheekbones with his thumb. The mix of praise and degradation was just making you wetter. Zemo had almost always been exceptionally gentle with you, except for those occasions when he needed to blow off steam. He treated you like a queen, spoiling you, putting your pleasure before his own at every chance he got. He was a real gentleman, even when things did get rougher, he always made sure you knew that it was because you were irresistible to him. Barnes on the other hand was relentless, pounding into you and gripping your hips as his fingers circled your clit. He needed you to cum, but only for his own benefit, to get to feel that tight squeeze of your pussy on his throbbing cock.

After one particularly hard thrust, coupled with a good swipe of his fingers, you came hard on Bucky’s dick, pussy gushing and clenching around him. The noise that left his lips in response was primal as he stilled inside you, filling you with so much cum it was dripping out of you before he had even pulled out. “Holy fucking shit doll, yes, just like that. Oh god, you’re so good for me, cumming like a little slut with your mouth stuffed full of cock. Wish you could see the mess I’ve made of your pretty little cunt.” Bucky groaned, his dick twitching as he emptied his balls inside you.

As soon as Bucky pulled out, Zemo lifted you, pulling your chest to his, fucking into you desperately. “How about we fill your asshole too, hm?” Zemo moaned breathily. “You want both our cocks filling your holes? Think you can handle it my love?” His whispers came between open mouthed kisses to your shoulders, neck and collarbones, driving you crazy. Bucky’s eyes were wild with excitement, both at watching your husband fuck you with his cum dripping out of you, and at the thought of fucking your ass while Zemo fucked your pussy.

“Yes… Oh God, yes please Sir. Want you and daddy to fuck me at the same time. Need it Sir.” You were able to stutter out, letting Helmut rock deep into you. You truly couldn’t believe how much you love this man as he held you close to him.

“James, there is some lubricant in the dresser, please get her ready.” Helmut instructed, making Bucky practically leap off the bed to follow his orders. You heard the cap click open and felt the larger man nestle behind you, pressing you closer to your husband. He slicked up one flesh finger, pressing it gently to your delicate hole, easing ever so slightly. “Remember our system, my love. Green means you’re good, orange is pause and red if you want us to stop entirely.” Helmut soothed, rubbing his large hands up your back. Of course, you knew the system well so you assumed it was more for Bucky’s good than yours.

“Really doll, if it gets too much and you need us to stop, don’t be scared to tell us.” Bucky agreed, rubbing his metal hand up your side gently, coming to rest on your breast, squeezing appreciately. You shivered a little at the coolness of his hand on your bare skin and gave them both a little nod so they knew you had understood. You were grateful for how they both cared so deeply about you, even though this was only a one time thing. Bucky’s finger continued to press into your ass and Zemo stilled underneath you, giving Bucky a chance to prep you properly. His finger was buried in you to the second knuckle before you released the breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Feels so good, please gimme more Buck,” you whimpered, trying not to rock back on his finger. Your head fell forward onto your husband’s shoulder and you heard him mumble little praises into your hair as his hands stroked your body soothingly. Once Bucky’s finger was nestled the whole way in, he started to move slightly. You found it hard to focus on anything but how good you were feeling, despite already being so full of Zemo’s cock. Eventually, Bucky pulled the finger out and added a second. Your husband moaned under you but didn’t move, needing you to get comfortable but the tightness was almost overwhelming.

“Doing so well doll, nearly there, I promise.” Bucky encouraged, scissoring his fingers a little to test whether you could accommodate his dick or not yet. Eventually, he pulled his fingers out and you heard the cap of the lube bottle click open once more as he prepped his cock, pressing it to your swollen hole. “We’ll take this slow doll, try not to move.” He soothed, placing soft kisses to your shoulder. You nodded once more as he pressed in, painfully slowly. His cock was bigger than the width of his two fingers, making you whimper a little at just how stretched you felt. Your husband cursed in Sokovian, lips pressed against you hungrily. You could tell he was dying to be able to move but he wouldn’t dare to yet, not wanting to rush things and risk hurting you. After what felt like an eternity, Bucky was finally fully sheathed inside you. The sensation was insane, all your senses felt overwhelmed. You could feel both dicks throbbing inside you, the scents of the two men’s very different colognes surrounded you. You could hear little needy gasps from both men as you slowly rocked your body closer to Zemo, then back against Bucky. Your husband clearly wasn’t trying to hide how much pleasure this was giving him. His lips were red and swollen, he had a light flush over his cheeks and his usually perfect hair was nothing short of a mess. Bucky’s hands were on your waist, helping you to move ever so slowly against both men, while Helmut’s were on your shoulders, reaching to squeeze your neck in the way he knew you liked every now and again. Wrecked little sobs left your mouth as you sped up your movements, resulting in Zemo’s face contorting in even more pleasure.

“So perfect doll, this ass is fucking incredible. Your husband is a lucky man.” Bucky chuckled, still hardly able to believe this was happening.

“Luckiest man in the world.” Your husband agreed, his tone nothing short of sincere. He was looking at you with so much love, it was almost easy to forget you were rocking back and forth on two cocks at once.

“Jesus you two will be the death of me.” You laughed breathily, kissing at your husband’s neck and chest, fucking yourself between them a little faster, pulling a strangled cry from your lips.

“Christ, I’m sorry doll, I’m not gonna last long this time.” Bucky breathed, digging his finger nails into your skin.

“Neither am I, I’m afraid.” The Sokovian moaned, snaking his hand between your bodies to find your already over sensitive clit. He rubbed you with a quick efficiency, the kind only developed by having years of learning exactly what you like. Your legs trembled as Bucky took over, holding you up and rocking you back and forth while your husband played with your clit. “Cum for us one last time my love, be a good girl.” Came his little encouragement. It didn’t take you long to do as he told you, cumming so hard you thought you could see stars. Bucky came right after with a distraught little sob, your whole body becoming unbearably tight. Zemo followed straight after, groaning filthy praises against your neck as you practically collapsed on top of him, trembling from your high.

Bucky pulled out first and moved off the bed, taking a second to appreciate the mess he and Zemo had managed to create before heading into the bathroom to get a damp rag. You lay on top of your husband, listening to his heart pounding in his chest. “Are you okay my love?” He asked softly, cuddling your body as close to his own as possible.

“Just wondering how I got so fucking lucky with you.” You mused quietly, knowing only he could hear you.

“Oh no, my sweet, it is I who got lucky with you.” He smiled, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your forehead.

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Is... Is He Wearing Slip-On Vans??? 👀

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Okay, so I love the sexy Zemo/Reader stuff but I’m also a sucker for fluff, so...

Imagine:

Zemo seeing that you’re shivering, so he silently removes his coat and drapes it over your shoulders.

Zemo protecting you, shielding you with his body when a situation begins to go south.

You resting your head on Zemo’s shoulder or lap while he’s reading, and after a few moments he starts to stroke your hair softly.

Zemo caring for you when you get injured, ensuring that you get absolutely everything you need to have a full recovery. He’s constantly fretting because he doesn’t want to lose you like he’s lost everyone else (he’s also definitely plotting his revenge against the person that hurt you, but anyway).

Visiting the Sokovian memorial with Zemo. He recounts the story of his wife, son, and father’s deaths to you, and you hold him tightly as he cries at the memory.

Zemo smiling at you fondly when you attempt to speak to him in his native language and you mix up some of the words.

The unexpectedly nervous expression on his usually confident face when Zemo tells you that he loves you for the first time.

Trying not to laugh as he dances like an absolute dork.

[illicien]

What made you decide on using Croatian for Baron Zemo when most people seem to default to Czech? Is it just familiarity?

A lot of it is familiarity. I'm very out of practice and was always better at speaking than writing it, but yeah.

There's definitely more to it, though, too. This is a bit of a history thing.

As some of you may know, EKO-Scorpion was named after a Serbian paramilitary group charged with war crimes during the Yugoslav war - the Yugoslav war was in the 90s, the point at which Yugoslavia became a few different countries.

Excluding my other thoughts regarding MCU Wanda for a moment, what we do see is that she was a child when the war was taking place, and given her age it also fits the timing of the Yugoslav war fairly succinctly. Similarly, when Zemo talks about Sokovia, he mentions that it was unstable and having issues for quite a while. It also fits the timeline.

There's definitely been some confusion in mapping where Sokovia is supposed to be, from being in Western Italy/Slovenia to somewhere around Syria, so... It's in the Balkans, not unlike Latveria, so trying to key in a specific place would be a challenge.

I guess in my head, all of those things added up to "Sokovia is one of the countries that came when Yugoslavia split." And again, yes, that could've resulted in my using any number of languages from the area, but Croatian is the only one I know, and I like to imagine Zemo's slight struggle with Russian comes from not really reading Cyrillic comfortably.

I dunno. I hope this explanation makes sense anon, ahaha. I'm glad you were intrigued enough to ask.

[randomdancingwhore]

House Bunny -  Zemo/Sam/Bucky x Bimbo! Reader Headcanons.

Summary: To the guys, it’s a mission. To Y/N, it’s a roadtrip and you just want to have fun.

Warnings: Kissing and female hypersexualization. Reader is an airhead. No beta read.

Notes: Reader is based on 90′s/00′s pop culture bimbo’s.

Steve trusted you, so Sam and Bucky brought you along.

You being a nuisance to them and Zemo loving it.

The guys constantly having to worry about you wandering off. “I’m not going to wander off with like total rando’s” *Proceeds to wander off with total rando*

Not having any idea about combat and military lingo and being surrounded by military vets. “We need to stay on the targets 6 but hangfire and stay moving like pond water until I give the OK to flank them, otherwise we’ll have a real Fugazi on our hands”- “Are we speaking Sokovian because Zemo’s here now?” *Y/N patiently waits for answer* 

Taking pictures for Instagram at inconvenient times and places. “Omg! Who knew Madripoor was this cute. Quick, take a picture of me in front of these super edgy dudes!” “Those are hardened criminals, Y/N” “Ugh, that’s so authentic” *pouty face. Snaps pic*

Flirting with strangers shamelessly. “You’re like so hot. Did you know you’re like so hot?”

Tweeting everything, and I mean everything. “How did you find us, Walker?” Sam says. “I checked Y/N’s Twitter” *Y/N shrugs*

Dressing inappropriately for every occasion. Short skirts, tight dresses, whole cleavage-revealing tops, you name it. “Aren’t those heels a little too high for a fight, Y/N”-“If I can feel my feet after three hours, then I don’t want them”- “The shoes or your feet?!” Bucky exclaims, genuinely concerned.

Shopping until you drop with Zemo’s money. “I literally need this bracelet, or I’ll die, like literally” The bracelet is $14000.

Touching up your makeup at random times. *Walker going off about being Captain America* *Y/N applying a fresh coat of lip gloss and smacking her lips loudly*

Pretending to be Zemo’s date in Madripoor and getting too into it. Kissing up on him all night. Sam and Bucky weren’t amused, but that doesn’t stop you. “Are you always this excitable, miláčik?” *Y/N flips hair playfully*

Blabbering to Bucky about things he doesn’t care about while he broods. “-he was acting like such a bitch, you know, but of course, I couldn’t tell him that, he’s the director of SHIELD after all. Well, anyway, so...”

Sam teaching you basic things you should have known. “Okay, so you kick off the ground and just keep peddling”- “but what if I like fall? Bicycles are too hard. I could just call a cab” *Sam sighs*

Destroying tense moments. *Sam, Bucky and Zemo stare at each other in silence after an intense argument* *Y/N bursts in* “You guys wouldn’t believe how cute the guy I just met was. His ass was like everything.”

Getting botox in Riga because you’re scared that all the running will make your face sag. You can’t show facial expressions for a few days, and the guys find it hilarious. “I think she’s crying,” Sam laughs. “No, she’s trying to smile,” Bucky counters. “She’s obviously trying to express pain,” Zemo jokes. “You guys! This isn’t funny,” You complain.

Getting close to Zemo and Bucky and Sam thinking he’s manipulating you. “He’s going to use you”-“That’s way harsh, guys. I swear he’s not that bad”

Zemo planning to manipulate you but not going through with it after he gets to know you. *Zemo laughs to himself as he watches you try to make sense of the first page of The Pride and The Prejudice* “This makes like zero sense. Can you read it to me?”

People regularly dismissing you.

Actually being a tech super genius. Like Stephen Hawking but with computers.

Being an advocate for human rights. Karli tries to recruit you because of your views, but you stay loyal to Sam.

You’re absolutely adorable.

Being the mediator for everyone.

The guys worrying about you but coming to know that you are just as capable as they are.

Thanks for reading. Please leave feedback, like and reblog if you want. As a self-diagnosed bimbo this came from my heart so please tell your friends about it✨