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Thank you all. I was afraid that my entire blog might be flagged as explicit and was therefore basically invisible. I'll be attempting to post some actual explicit content now.
<< after tasting yourself on Helmut Zemo's tongue, your heart, which had been beating furiously during his dive between your thighs, finally settled into a steady rhythm. there was something salty, something tangy, and even something smokey in his kiss. it was you on his lips and, while your toes were finally uncurling, you couldn't calm the butterflies he stirred in your stomach when he whispered your name against your wet lips.
'I've always meant to do that,' he kissed your chin, then your bottom lip, then, he covered your mouth, forcing you to take his tongue in once again.
'I...I didn't even know you could do that,' you wrapped your arms around his wide back, trying to pull him closer, to crash your chests against each other. heart to heart. looking up at him, at the moon reflected in his eyes, you asked. 'did you know you could do that?'
he suppressed a laugh, causing him to snort. then, he kissed your forehead like your father would've done. it made you feel like a child, even with an entire man pressed between your grown woman's legs. 'it wasn't in any of father's books, but the military has a habit of turning boys into men.'
'you've done this before,' you thought, and, from his reaction, you realized that you've also said it aloud. he snorted again, this time kissing your nose. it made you feel like a little girl being scolded. 'is she in the military too?'
all this talk of Daniel Brühl's amazing smelling cologne driving men and women wild got me thinking about some a/b/o tropes that I haven't interacted with in literal years. alpha Baron Zemo subjugating omegas and even other alphas with his overpowering scent.
he managed to reprogram Bucky, who is an omega that was trained to take out other alphas who underestimate his kind, and make him his attack dog and partner.
there's also a female omega that is hard to miss as she's draped over the baron's arm, one of a handful of people that almost had him, got him off his guard by using her own mouthwatering scent. they are allies now. and partners.
there are nights he looks over both his soldier's and his seductress' sleeping form and wonders why he hasn't sunken his teeth into both of their throats yet. but he might lose his mind to a rut yet.
Why are they like this. Seb could you not, please.
I've been thinking about sugar daddy Zemo taking me shopping for new summer clothes. he heard you complain about your old clothes not fitting you anymore, so he pulled a Regina George and went "hop in, schatz. we're going shopping."
you put on what used to be your best sundress. Zemo, however, must've thought it still suited you because he could barely keep his eyes on the road. it was a hot day, so he had nothing but a button-up with the sleeves rolled up and the collar loosened. it was hotter than the leather car seat under there.
you could see a vein swell on his throat when the store staff wouldn't let him join you in the changing room, so you snapped him a few photos in the mirror and sent them. he deserved something for his patience after all.
when you left the mall, the sun was already setting. he had planned to take you to dinner, but that was before he saw that you'd been wearing nothing underneath that dress. so he pulled up into an empty parking lot and bent you over the still-warm hood of his car. 'thought you could get away with teasing me all day, didn't you, mein schatz?'
while I'm servicing him and slobbering all over his cock, I get the feeling MCU Zemo would praise me for being so eager to please him while Comics Zemo would berate me for being so thirsty. and I'm equally horny for both outcomes.
In episode 3, you briefly see this golden gun in the boot of a car Zemo opens so I just ran it through an image editor to adjust the lighting levels and folks. There are a lot of guns and knifes in there.
Baron Helmut Zemo's Library for @ex0rin
These are the books Zemo is seen reading or having in his possession in episodes 3 and 6 of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier:
EDIT: I have updated this post to list the exact book by Púshkin
Fortuna ist ein Reissender Fluss (Eng. Fortune is a River) by Roger D. Masters
Das Nein in der Liebe (Eng. How to say no to the one you love) by Peter Schellenbaum
Ansichten der Natur (Eng. Views of Nature) by Alexander von Humboldt
Yevgeniy Onegin (Eng. Eugene Onegin) by Aleksándr Púshkin
bitches really be like 'omg, he's my comfort character'
<< back in the bed which the baron had your own mother prepare,
you tossed and turned. unlike your old, creeky bed from on the ground floor, this one had plenty of room for you to do both. in the low light of the moon that was shining on you from the large window, you read Helmut's handwriting over and over again. 'if you hear the door, it's only me'. you knew this must've been the note he promised you the previous night after you'd been forced apart by the arrival of his father. again.
as you felt your new nightgown shift against your bare, perfumed skin, you remembered his lips and how they surprised you in the shadows. you couldn't wait to meet him again, and neither could he. Helmut, at the risk of being seen, had waited for you outside your room to deliver the message his note already contained. it felt like years since you've last had a good night's sleep. you've been waiting for him for so long, you could afford to lose stay up just a little bit more.
sleep overtook you. with the events of the past week and the soft blankets finally weighing you down, you fell asleep. you were sure that this was what floating on a cloud felt like, but, as if it had taken you too close to the sun, you woke up covered in sweat. when you did, you saw that it wasn't the blankets that were covering you, but Helmut's heavy, hot body.
<< you had to be dragged out of bed by your mother the next morning. she was late to attend to her duties as a chambermaid and so were you. while the baron had Johann Schmidt believe he'd been dancing with one of the late baronesses' closest confidants, you still had to wake up at the crack of dawn after the ball. But after your midnight meeting with the baron's son, you greeted the sun with a smile. the taste of his lips and the lingering feeling of his hands around your throat had given you the sweetest hangover.
you were practically floating above the floor you were cleaning. the other servants were hired for the evening and left for the city and would only return during the next ball. that would probably be the wedding party. you stopped scrubbing as soon as you remember that your own mother would be changing Heike von Stucker's sheets today. she'd been sleeping in a royal suite, away from Helmut's bed. however, one day they will have to share it.
the castle of zuelniz: a gothic romance
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helmut zemo x reader
summary: as a girl, you ran through the halls with the baron's sole son. as a woman, you sneak through the walls to meet up with the future lord of the castle without the future lady's knowledge.
> part i
> part ii
> part iii
> part iv
> part v
> to be continued
Indestructible Hulk #9 - “Blind Rage” (2013) pencil & ink by Matteo Scalera color by Val Staples
<< even if Helmut Zemo hungered for your lips as if he hadn't tasted them before, it wasn't the first time his tongue had slipped into your mouth.
it was as sloppy as any first kiss, but you can still smell the wild daffodils you received on your thirteenth birthday. it wasn't him that had picked them, but Hans, friend, and cook's (your father's) helper. Helmut couldn't meet the two of you just before dawn and by the time you arrived, the two of you were already laying on the grass and eating the last of your cake. when Hans, seeing how messy you've been, clean your mouth with his finger. you, thinking nothing of it, licked the whipped cream off of it. however, Helmut couldn't stop thinking about it. he slapped his hand away the second time he tried touching your mouth.
'your hands are dirty,' he explained away his reaction. then you asked where on your face the cream was now. Hans wasn't allowed to reach out his hand, so he answered 'corner of your mouth, piggy.' Helmut had extended his own hand, but you slapped it away: 'your hands are dirty, too,' you teased. 'your hands are the dirtiest,' he replied and stopped you from whipping yourself with the sleeve of your dress. then, it happed: your first kiss.
The Exception (2016) dir. David Leveaux
thinkin' 'bout my zemo x reader bodice ripper
there are nights when I'm willing to pay real human money for a Helmut Zemo recording like this one. soundgasm audios are the only thing putting me to sleep lately.
what I think I'm doing: writing a dark historical romance novel
what I'm actually doing: logging onto Tumblr.com and posting snippets of whatever scenarios pop into my head before going to bed