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orions-quiver · 1 year

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Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)

Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!

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Andrea Marowski

• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.

• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.

• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.

• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).

• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.

• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.

• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.

• He was mesmerized.

• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.

• "Danke, Andrea."

• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.

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Ernst Schmidt

• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.

• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?

• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??

• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???

• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.

• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.

• It was cute and he couldn't complain.

• He did ask why though the next morning.

• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."

• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."

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Niki Lauda

• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.

• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.

• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.

• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.

• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.

• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.

• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.

• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.

• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

• "I see you found my helmet."

• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"

• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."

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Laszlo Kreisler

• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.

• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.

• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.

• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.

• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.

• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."

• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.

• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.

• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."

• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.

#daniel bruhl #the danny bunch #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #niki lauda #rush #ernst schmidt #the cloverfield paradox #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #daniel bruhl x reader #andrea marowski x reader #ernst schmidt x reader #niki lauda x reader #laszlo kreizler x reader #boyfriend scenario

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orions-quiver · 2 years

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Absolute random ass thought but what if instead of Emile Hirsch as Speed Racer in the live action Speed Racer it was Daniel Brühl as Niki Lauda

#daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #niki lauda #rush #speed racer

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orions-quiver · 2 years

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I finally watched Rush and,, I ended up really liking Niki at the end. Like he's such an ass but he's got that Danny Bunch charm to him.

#i didn't expect to fall in love with nikki lauda #nikki lauda #rush #the danny bunch #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl

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orions-quiver · 2 years

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do you write smut fics too cause i'd really enjoy a fic with jealous zemo🥺

Only Mine (Baron Zemo x Female!Reader)

Summary: After the meeting with Selby in Madripoor Zemo needs to remind you of who you belong to.

Word Count: 2.3k

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

General Tags: Smut, Explicit, PWP, Daddy Kink, D/s Undertones, Oral (male receiving, female giving), Face Fucking, Thigh Riding, Degradation (name calling and demeaning language), Light Choking, Dirty Talk, Use of Force/Restraints, Rough Fucking

Note: This thing took up 18 pages in my notes app good lord. I had fun writing this from the usual jealousy in Madripoor trope with Zemo though. I got carried away and made him go somewhat feral lmao. This is not a soft possessive fuck, this is an angry "you are MINE" kind of possessive fuck. Hope y'all enjoy. ;)

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"The breadcrumbs you can have for free, but the bakery will cost you, Baron. And before you can get all cute, you can't find Nagel without me."

Zemo had already agreed to pass ownership of the Winter Soldier to the woman across from him. He began to think of what else she could be after. "I have given you HYDRA's greatest asset, Selby. What more could you want?"

(Y/n) had agreed to go along with Zemo's plan of putting her in the role as his arm candy. She sat in his lap snuggled up to him as his hand absentmindedly traced patterns against the exposed skin of her thighs. The (hair color) squirmed slightly when his hand roamed higher to slide under the already short fabric of the dress.

Zemo had bought a rather expensive but skimpy outfit for her to wear. It was a short, tight red dress that hugged the form and left nothing to the imagination paired with black velvet heels. The dress had a corset decorating the front, keeping her waist cinched and her figure more hourglass. The demand that came next didn't surprise him when Selby had spoken again.

"I want your other toy, Zemo."

Selby looked over (Y/n) with a gaze that screamed nothing but hungry predator. Zemo hummed, his gloved hand reached and grasped her chin before pushing the now utterly helpless bait to stand in front of him. "Go on, Draga. Show our friend a good time." The Baron looked back up at her as he spoke with an indifferent look crossing his features.

(Y/n) stood for a moment in front of Selby, silent and unsure. "Strip. Make it interesting." She barked. The woman felt uneasy with the situation already. "That was an order. Did your handler here not teach you to obey?"

A darkness began to consume Zemo's eyes as he watched this little charade of a mission. A violent, horrible feeling made his grip on the arms of the chair tighten and the gloves to give a soft squeaking noise.

"Forgive me, ma'am." (Y/n) reached up to the bow that held the corset lacing of the dress drawn together and pulled it free. She took small steps towards Selby as the lacing was removed. By the time she was straddling the older woman's lap the dress's front was completely open, a beautiful lace bralette was the only thing that protected her from being truly topless. (Y/n) had to commit if this was going to work.

She wanted to throw up.

Zemo had reduced her to nothing but another pawn to be handed to Selby like a cheap whore.

She giggled with fake shyness as Selby pushed the dress to pool at (Y/n)'s middle. (Y/n) finally removed the dress completely to reveal matching lace panties. The set was white, much like Zemo's knuckles were under the protection of his gloves. She sat more up on her knees and dipped her head to rest in the crook of the other's neck. Zemo's breathing was deep and deliberate as he watched on.

(Y/n) needed to be praised for her dedication to the part to make this work - but at what cost? Helmut Zemo's self-control, it seemed.

(Y/n) sighed softly, the end of the noise made her sound needy and pliant as the Baron watched the other woman grip her waist with a possessive edge.

When Sam's phone rang, the room fell silent as Selby stopped her movements. "A moment, beautiful."

Bucky caught her eye and flashed a curt nod of feeling equally as awful in their respective positions. Zemo ran through numbers in his head to keep himself from rising and ripping her from Selby's grip and covering her with his coat.

"Answer it." Selby's voice was cold. "On speaker phone." Leave it to Sam 'I-Don't-Put-My-Phone-On-Silent-During-An-Undercover-Op' Wilson to blow their cover, truly a stellar display for an experienced Avenger.

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"Are you joining us for the party?" Sharon asked as she ran a hand through her hair. "I'll pass. I want to be alone. I need a while." (Y/n) didn't hesitate in taking her retreat to the room Sharon had given her. She was angry at Zemo for giving her over like that, forcing her to play a more extreme character than what was already being pushed at her.

Zemo returned from the party soon after she had left for her room. "Where is (Y/n)?" He asked Sharon while taking a sip of the whiskey still in his hand. All she did was point to her room.

The Sokovian knocked once. Then twice. Now a third time. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience wearing dangerously thin as his mind was still reeling from the incident with Selby. When no answer was given Zemo opened the door and walked into the bedroom, having shut the door behind him. "(Y/n)-"

"Fuck off, Zemo. You're the last person I want to see."

"That's no way to greet your handler, is it Draga?" Zemo was a stubborn, manipulative bastard. His aura alone drew the girl to him like a magnet. "You're not my fucking handler. Fuck. Off."

Zemo stalked closer. In seemingly one quick movement he had one hand holding (Y/n)'s wrists behind her back while the other hand gripped the back of her neck. She drew in a ragged breath as he pushed the girl back down and ripped the robe off of her body to discard it on the floor.

"What was that Draga?"

(Y/n) whimpered into the mattress in reply. She was again only covered by her undergarments. The sudden shift made her go soft. The possession in his grip was obvious, and it spoke to a need rising within her.

Zemo hummed in approval as he took the hand off of her neck to undo his belt and slide it out of the belt loops. "I must say Dušica, you committed to your role beautifully." (Y/n)'s brain clouded with the sound of his praise. "With doing this I hope to remind you of who you were supposed to belong to. You seemed to be having so much fun with Selby."

(Y/n) gasped quietly at the feeling of the leather gathering her wrists and holding her still. Zemo admired his work for a moment before he leaned forward, his body covering her back. The Baron nosed at her shoulder as he kissed every bit of skin that was offered to him.

"You're going to be making it up to me." He whispered as he nipped at her skin. "On your knees in front of me. You are going to let me use that pretty little mouth until you're choking on my cock."

When he stepped away (Y/n) seemed to scramble. The anger had burned away underneath the calm authority Zemo always embodied. She sought the steadiness of his control. It was sure. It was comforting. He was always comforting in that way.

Her attention was drawn back to the task at hand when Zemo unbuttoned his trousers with deft fingers. (Y/n) could already see how his cock was straining against the fabric keeping it out of sight. She shifted on her knees when Zemo forced a foot between her thighs.

"Stay just like this. If you want to act like a whore in front of me then you'll keep your legs spread like one." (Y/n)'s eyes peered up at the brunette through long lashes.

"Yes Daddy."

Zemo felt the air leave his lungs in a low groan. Lightening fast his cock was freed and rested against the woman's lips. "Open up Draga, Daddy wants to see how much of his cock you can swallow." Her lips opened and Zemo was hit with the sinful warmth of her tongue flattening to taste as much of him as possible as he fed her every inch. "Good girl." He praised softly. (Y/n) moaned around his cock, her jaw went slack and her breathing became forced as she settled just an inch away from the base of it. Her pretty white panties were going to be wrecked by the end of the night, and Zemo wanted to see it.

Zemo carded his fingers through (Y/n)'s (hair color) locks to soothe her as he eased himself back out. "Don't move. Keep your jaw relaxed. Daddy's going to make sure you can't talk tomorrow my darling."

With a handful of her hair Zemo thrusted back into the soft wet heat of (Y/n)'s mouth with brutal force. (Y/n) sputtered and gagged from the violent nature of his movement as her core throbbed at the sound of Zemo biting down a groan. "Beautiful. A perfect cocksleeve, aren't you baby?" He repeated his motion with the same violent possession burning through his system.

(Y/n) choked with every push and pull of her head meeting Zemo's punishing thrusts. Tears stained her face as the Baron groaned and moaned out soft praises at the feeling of her throat spasming and swallowing around his length. It made his head fog with a manic pleasure as (Y/n) began to feel the effects of her lack of oxygen between Zemo's rough rutting into her pliant mouth.

It's just as violent of a movement as the rest when Zemo is suddenly pulling his cock out of (Y/n)'s throat with a louder moan.

"You feel so good Draga. Took my cock so well in that sinful mouth of yours." His pupils were blown and eyes dark, a single band of his brown honeyed eyes threatening to snap with even one wrong move. He watched with quiet amusement as (Y/n) coughed violently as her lungs gulped down all of the air they could get. Spit had dripped from her mouth down her chin and onto the floor where her legs were still apart. He pushed her shoulder down until the fabric covering her throbbing pussy rested against his shoe where he had stuck his leg out. "Fuck yourself while I finish. If I'm satisfied I may even let you come soon."

(Y/n) sobbed when Zemo forcefully yanked her head back to look straight up at him. "What are you supposed to say when I give you an order?"

"Yes Daddy!" She cried with a soft, hoarse voice as her hips rutted against his Oxford. The laces against her swollen clit was good, but it wasn't enough with the sticky fabric of her panties in the way.

"You may be a pathetic slut but I would think you'd still have your proper manners for your Daddy." The hand holding her head back let go and returned to its place jerking his cock with quick movements. "Open your mouth."

When (Y/n)'s mouth opened she was met with the warmth of Zemo's come as it hit her face, her lips, and on her outstretched tongue. He tasted salty, but somehow sugary sweet in her mouth and she wanted more.

The woman rutted even harder against his shoe before she was grabbed by her abused throat and hauled up onto her shaking legs. Her knees buckled, and would've slammed against the floor if not for Zemo's (thankfully) firm grip on her. "Look at the mess you made of my shoe." The laces down to the toe of the Baron's shoe glistened under the dim light of the room. (Y/n) could feel how her underwear stuck uncomfortably against her and whined at the feeling.

"Shh little one," Zemo hushed as he adjusted himself and walked them to one of the plush chairs in the room. "You've been so good, taking me so well. There we go, back on your knees. Turn around sweetheart." His voice softened significantly as he unfastened the belt and let her hands free. "Up on three Draga. One...two...three." (Y/n) was lifted again and adjusted to straddle one on of the Baron's thighs. She rocked against him with short movements.

"You can touch me, Dušica. Would you like your underwear off honey?" She nodded shyly while her hands wandered to grip Zemo's broad shoulders and find purchase in the knitted fabric of his turtleneck. She didn't expect Zemo to pull out a pocket knife and cut the ruined fabric right off of her hips.

"Daddy!" She whined and buried her face in his chest out of embarrassment when he held the now scrap of fabric up to inspect it.

"Absolutely ruined." He leaned down to place a soft kiss to (Y/n)'s hair. "You can move Ljubav. You may come when you want my sweet." (Y/n) braced herself once more. Zemo lifted his leg upwards as she ground her hips against it. The fabric of Zemo's pants were a bit scratchy against her inner thighs and added to the friction on her clit.

Soft "Ah- Ah- Ah-"'s filled the room while (Y/n) fucked herself against the Baron in ernest. Zemo pressed feverish kisses against his lover's neck when her pace picked up and her cries grew in volume. He lowered a hand from her hips to seek out the sensitive bud. "Let go Kleiner. Come for Daddy. Tell them all who you belong to."

(Y/n) arched her back as she ground her hips again as hard as she could when Zemo's thumb drew tight circles around her clit and the other moved to grasp her throat. He squeezed it. It wasn't enough to hurt (Y/n), but just enough to cut off her air. With a sharp cry (Y/n) came, her voice high and airy as she moaned. "Helmut-" Her pussy clenched around nothing while Zemo didn't let up with his stimulation to help her ride out the high. "Helmut- Daddyyy-" The girl babbled softly while trying to move away as the oversensitivity set in like a vice.

"I hear you Draga. My beautiful girl, Selby would have only dreamed of seeing you fall apart like that." Zemo felt powerful having gotten more than she had ever bargained for in the first place. He grounded (Y/n) with a soft kiss to her lips.

Zemo carried (Y/n) back over to the large bed before he stepped into the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth and lotion. "Let's get you cleaned up, meine Liebe."

#baron zemo #baron zemo x reader #daniel bruhl #helmut zemo x reader #the danny bunch #helmut zemo #daniel bruhl x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #ca:cw #captain america: civil war #baron helmut zemo #answered

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orions-quiver · 2 years

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Wearing Something of the Danny Boy's (Part 1)

More headcanons with our darling boys. I'm watching Rush finally so I can get Niki added to the roster but I must say I did not expect Daniel to sound like he does in it. Anyways, the boys covered here are Alex, Erik, Zemo, and István. I am working on a second enstallment of the dating headcanons so look out for that as well as a second enstallment of this one!

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Alex Kerner

• You're hanging out in Alex's apartment when you spot it hanging from the back of his desk chair.

• Alex's blue denim jacket.

• You don't hesitate to grab it and immediately wrap yourself up in it. It's big and warm, but most importantly it smells like the cheap cologne Alex wears that you can't seem to get enough of.

• When Alex gets back from doing some shopping he wasn't quite expecting his partner to be looking absolutely adorable while watching some random Football game on the television.

• His jacket is huge. He likes having something that can feel more cozy in and so you seem to swim in the fabric. The sleeves covers most of your hands as you're curled up into a ball so it can surround you while wearing it.

• Alex sets the groceries down and watches you for a little longer before he joins you and the two of you end up snuggled together.

• "That jacket looks better on you than it ever has on me."

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Erik Jan Hanussen

• Now it wasn't his signature fur coat you went for, but the monocle.

• The monocle Erik seemed to keep in the most pristine condition just like everything else around him. It fascinated you and brought plenty of amusement watching him fiddle with it throughout the day.

• And here you were now looking at the monocle resting on his desk while Erik had left the study to retrieve a book.

• When he returned he found you looking into a handheld mirror while holding the monocle carefully to one of your eyes.

• Erik wasn't upset by it. He was actually more amused than anything.

• All he could do was chuckle as he crossed the threshold back into the room and say with a voice light and warm, "Meine Maus (My Mouse), what have you found?"

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Helmut Zemo

• It was always the coat that caught your attention when it came to his fashion choices.

• When Zemo had went to his study to take a call and left the coat behind you jumped at it.

• You had felt the coat before while cuddling with him but you hadn't had a chance to actually wear it so far.

• The collar is soft and the coat smells just like him. The warm hint of spice and tobacco smoke with something that's unmistakably Helmut about it. It's warm and you can use it as a blanket if you really wanted.

• So that's the option you went with.

• Zemo came back down with an apology already on the tip of his tongue but it seemed to die off back into his throat when he spotted you.

• He watched as you laid on your side flipping through a magazine on the spacious sofa. You nuzzled into the fur and happily sighed as you adjusted it to try and completely disappear under it.

• Zemo came to sit with you. "Would you like to lay on my lap draga?" You ended up with the coat still around you as you rested your head in his lap while he played with your hair.

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István Thurzó

• Like with Erik your interest laid with an accessory rather than just a piece of clothing.

• Seeing his golden necklace on him at all times made you in turn want to wear it.

• While István was bathing you were able to fully and finally hold that necklace. You had held onto it while you two cuddled but having it not attached to István was a new sight.

• It didn't take long for you to decide to clasp it around your neck and look in the mirror of the bedroom.

• "I see you have found my necklace."

• István looked in the mirror from behind you while he wrapped his arms around your waist.

• He thought it looked wonderful on you and expressed such with a bombardment of kisses to your neck, including kissing where the necklace met your skin with worshipful admiration.

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Dating Headcanons for the Danny Bunch

Here I present some general headcanons for what dating some of our favorite boys would include. Our boys up for bat are Alex, Fredrick, Zemo, and Paul. Headcanons start under the cut! Want to see specific headcanons? Send an ask!

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Alexander Kerner

• Alex is definitely a soft boy through and through

• He's a very affectionate partner. He loves to cuddle and shower you in affection. Alex seems absolutely touch starved at times.

• Anything can rile him up. Alex is definitely always up for sex, he's kind of insatiable in that regard.

• He also cannot for the life of him keep his hands off of you. If you are in touching distance he will not hesitate to hold your hand or wrap an arm around your shoulder.

• Alex is very much a clingy bf but he's absolutely precious.

• "How was your day?"

• "Why don't you sit down, I'll get us something to drink."

• He fawns over you to the highest degree. This boy cannot shut up about you.

• This one has wife energy, y'all.

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Fredrick Zoller

• Fredrick is extremely possessive. When out in public he makes it very obvious that you're with him and he avoids advances others make towards you at all costs like the plague.

• One of his favorite things to do is take you to the cinema to watch all of the latest films that catches your interest.

• At high profile events he keeps you within arm's length. He doesn't want to lose you in the sea of people.

• He's fairly reserved in his affection all things considered when in the public view, but when that door closes he's all over you.

• He's very sweet but has a definite and defined edge. As someone who needs to maintain control in the public eye he will notice immediately when you step out of line in your role. Behind closed doors can be a much different story depending on the dynamic of your relationship.

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Helmut Zemo

• Now this one...this one is literal royalty and he treats you as such.

• Zemo will shower you in gifts. He loves to spoil you and make sure you neither want nor need because you have it all.

• Everytime he hears you refer to him by his first name he melts.

• "Helmut? Can you get this blanket in the linen closet for me?"

• Cue his low-key but well hidden scrambling to do what you asked because how could a man say no when an angel like you says his name in a voice like that?

• Zemo has a laundry list of pet names in both his native Sokovian and in German. He loves to fluster you by speaking in Sokovian when you're in public with him.

• Expect a lot of teasing from him. An ungodly amount of it that leaves you annoyed, frustrated, or flustered while this rat bastard just smirks with that satisfied little head tilt of his.

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Paul Krantz

• Paul (being the nervous and bright blushing virgin he is) tends to be timid at times when wanting to be affectionate. It's truly endearing how he will brush his pinkie against yours when you're sitting together with a blush as you let him take your hand.

• Ultimately you initiate a lot of the affection that happens. It's not that he's opposed to it, this baby just doesn't really know what to do with himself.

• Paul being the epitome of a soft, shy poet he is will fill up papers with poems about you and for you. Expect finding scraps of paper or envelopes around your shared space filled with his writing.

• His kisses are always gentle and he tends to shake. It makes you smile when he initiates the kiss even if it's a bit clumsy from his anxious nature.

• Paul is very much still a protective bf when it comes down to it. He can and will throw hands if he needs to.

• "Would you like me to read to you?"

• "Who would you like me to read from my love?"

• Like Alex, Paul is grade A+ wife material. Wife this one up and never let him go.

#paul krantz #alex kerner #helmut zemo #baron zemo #daniel bruhl #fredrick zoller #the danny bunch #paul krantz x reader #alex kerner x reader #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #fredrick zoller x reader #love in thoughts #good bye lenin #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #inglorious basterds #captain america: civil war #ca:cw

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