#drunk zemo

[ijust-feelyou]

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⑆ Zemo after drinking too much at the party

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#the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon et le soldat de l'hiver #marvel #marvel fanart #the falcon and the winter solidier fanart #zemo #zemo fanart #drunk zemo #party #fanart #draw #drawing #illustration

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Who is This? - Bucky x Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky had a wife during the 40s, she was left heartbroken after the telegram arrived (missing, presumed dead). It's surprising when 80 years later, she was working behind a bar in Madripoor of all places!

Bucky followed Sam and Zemo into a loud bar, he immediately wanted to turn around and go home, why had Zemo demanded he go back to being the Winter Soldier (even if it was one night)?

The sound of heavy drums and guitars also deafened his hearing, a song he had come to learn was The Wild Boy by a band called Duran Duran. A few bartenders and waitresses were walking around, there was only one who stuck out to him - a dark-haired young woman who reminded him too much of his departed wife.

His heart breaks even more, thinking of the woman he had left behind, his girl. The love of his life. Bucky doesn't think he will ever 'get over' her.

The way the young woman walked, carrying a tray of empty glasses (before being tossed an empty bottle by a patron), was so similar to the way his girl walked in the hole-in-the-wall diner she worked in.

She wasn't quick enough to duck under the bar before they got to the door leading upstairs (which was coincidentally next to the bar), Zemo was talking to the bouncer. "Excuse me, gentlemen," the young woman said, squeezing between the back of Zemo and the front of Bucky. Which is when he got a good look at her face.

There she was.

His girl. His wife.

He couldn't even say anything to her, as he was taken upstairs and away from his girl. He could only hope he would be allowed back in at the end of the night to see her.

Y/N Barnes made her way behind the bar, glancing up at the TV where the Kansas City Chiefs were currently playing the Buffalo Bills at Arrowhead Stadium, then down at her phone which showed the live score of the Dodgers game against the San Francisco Giants.

She had been a long-time Dodgers girl, even after she found out they had moved from Brooklyn to Los Angeles.

"Did you see the way he was looking at you?" Yasmine asked, pushing a dry Martini in front of a 26-year-old woman.

Y/N looked up from the glasses she was putting in the dishwasher. "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"One of the men who went upstairs. The way he was looking at you," Yasmine fans her hand for dramatic effect. "I would drop my panties for him in a millisecond."

"Like you don't do that every night."

Yasmine rolled her eyes and served the next half-drunk who had come to the bar.

"Don't listen to her," Anastasia told her, rolling her eyes as Yasmine flirted with her current flavour of the week.

"It's not often I do, darling," Y/N replied, fiddling with Anastasia's curls for a second, before spotting a patron. "What can I get for you, darling?"

He hung off the bar, obviously far too drunk to understand what was going on. "Another beer and your phone number," he slurred.

She shook her head, reaching over and grabbing him another beer. As far as the boss of the bar (whoever that was) was concerned unless they were unconscious- why should you stop serving them? Y/N thought it wasn't right, but no matter how often she voiced this - she was shut down.

She set the beer in front of him and then went to the register to add it to his bill (good thing she currently has his credit card behind the bar).

"Oi, sweet cheeks!" He calls, but Y/N doesn't pay attention looking over at Yasmine and Anastasia with a raised eyebrow. "Sweet cheeks! I asked for your number."

Y/N replied by simply raising her hand proudly displaying her engagement and wedding rings to the drunk. It was only a small diamond (given Bucky worked on the docks before he was deployed), and the plain band she inherited from her great-grandmother.

"What's the matter with that 'un?" He hiccups. "He got you costume jewellery or somethin'?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm going into the back for a moment," she tells Aidan.

Little did the drunk patron know, all those years ago, this was the date she was handed the telegraph - putting in such blunt words. Her James was missing, they presumed him to be dead. It breaks her heart that they never got to have a proper funeral.

"You alright, honey?" Elizabeth (another one of the waitresses) asked, she had been outside on her break. Elizabeth was the only one who knew her true age and about her James.

"It's the day I found out James was missing," Y/N said, before bursting into more tears.

Elizabeth wrapped Y/N up in a hug, everyone oblivious to the fact that Y/N's presumed dead husband was now running through the bar, flocked by Sam and Zemo, and into the alley behind the bar.

When Bucky was sure Zemo, Sam and Sharon were asleep, he slipped out of the safe house and into the night - determined to find out if the woman he saw in the bar was that of his (presumably? should be?) dead wife.

He eventually made his way to the front door of the bar, the bouncers had long since gone home. He could see lights on in the building and just about make out words being spoken thanks to the Super Soldier serum running through his veins.

He grasped the handle and gave it a push, the door hadn't been locked, as it gave beneath the slight push.

He could see three young women sitting on the bar, a man who was counting the money from the register and another man who was dancing.

The young woman sitting closest to the bar, had golden curls hanging around her head. "Mark, you didn't lock the door!"

The man dancing, Mark, looked over at Bucky, eyes widening when he saw the size of Bucky. "I say we just serve him, then lock the door behind him."

As the bartenders and waitress argued amongst themselves, Bucky's eyes never left the woman in the middle. It looked as if she had been crying. "Babydoll?"

The woman stopped giggling, tipping her head back to normal and looked at him, before dropping her glass as tears welled up in her eyes. "James?"

The curly-haired woman gasped, setting her glass down and giving Y/N a push off the bar.

Bucky held his arms out to catch her as her feet landed on the floor. He couldn't stop looking at her big eyes, he'd always loved her big expressive eyes. He always knew how she was feeling by just a look in her eyes.

"James? Is that you?" Her hand came out slowly, and shakily, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing in front of her.

"Hi, babydoll," Bucky smiled, tears starting to fall down his cheeks, a heavy sob held tightly in his chest at the moment in time. As soon as her fingers met his skin, Bucky let out a heavy sigh of relief, reaching over and pulling her into his arms. Y/N's arms dug themselves away from his chest and up around his neck before her hand soon started fiddling with his hair.

The couple stood there for a moment, finally finding their slice of peace. Some came barging into the bar, and the dark-haired woman who had been sitting on the other side of Y/N practically demanded Mark lock the door before the Hounds of Baskerville came in.

Y/N was so happy to finally have her James back in her arms, but there was a whirling sound she couldn't let go. "What's that noise?"

Bucky looked from his wife to his arm and back to his bride. "I'll explain everything to you later, but... I lost my arm, and I now have a prosthetic one," he tells her, letting go of her for a moment so he could take his glove off and show her the black and gold Vibranium one he had made.

"Ok, James. It's a good thing you gave me this," she reached beneath her top and pulled a ring out from beneath, hanging from a chain. "Before you were deployed."

Bucky smiled, cupping her face so he could kiss her. Bucky pulled away chuckling a little. "Babydoll, will you please put my ring back on?"

She reached behind her to unclasp the chain, and slid Bucky's band off, "if it doesn't fit we'll get it resized."

"I don't care what size it is, as long as you put my ring back where it belongs," Bucky almost growled, a piece of him falling back into place with the ring back on his finger.

The next morning - Sam, Zemo and Sharon came into the living room, seeing Bucky sleeping on the sofa (Sam was expecting this, after being told by Steve), however, there was a lump lying next to Bucky they didn't recognise.

Sam slowly makes his way over, gently easing down the thick blanket lying over Bucky and the lump.

Lying there, practically on top of the 'bionic staring machine' was a young woman.

"Did he somehow pick up a girl?" Sam whispered. Sam and Sharon were trying to be quiet - however, Zemo (who didn't care) started clattering around the kitchen, causing Bucky to wake up in a start, which then caused the young woman to look up with tired owl-like eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Bucky nearly demanded, keeping his arms wrapped around his companion.

Sam raised his eyebrow. "I could ask you the same question, Barnes?" Sam looked at the young woman in Bucky's arms. "Who is this?"

Bucky looked down at her, Sam watched as a smile grew on his face. "This is Y/N. Y/N Barnes. My wife."

#bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #sam wilson #sharon carter #baron zemo #takes place in the falcon and the winter soldier #this had been going around in my head for DAYS!!! #1k #2k

[buckrecs]

Bodyguard!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

SERIES

Seeing Red by @mypoisonedvine

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

One Last Job by @sunriserose1023

Bucky Barnes is retired. He did a stint in the Army, did a stint as a Secret Service agent, even dabbled in the private sector, but that’s over. Now, he just wants to rest in the solitude he’s found in a cabin in the Adirondacks, with only his memories to get him through the sleepless nights. Until his best friend comes to him with a special request. One last job, protecting the movie star sister of an old Army buddy. She’s being stalked, getting death threats, but that’s nothing they haven’t dealt with before.

wrong choice, right places by @mvtthewmurdvck

never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.

Safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Written in the Stars by @prettyyoungtragedy

You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

You’re Mine, Sunshine by @theeleggymeggy

Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

ONESHOT

Shopping by @quarantined-with-bucky

Bucky’s paid to be your bodyguard and you’re, well, kind of a bitch.

Sunday is s Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney

You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.

Not so Forbidden by @vanillanaps

You were upset after a mishap that happened so your favorite bodyguard came to comfort you with good news.

Under The Burning Sun by @kinanabinks

The Winter Soldier is assigned to be your bodyguard, covertly protecting you from many assassination attempts. One day, he has no choice but to reveal himself to you.

Protecting What’s His by @jobean12-blog

Bucky has been your bodyguard for some time now and it’s been hard to deny how badly you want him to be more than that.

Bodyguard by @subwaysurf45

getting drunk at galas was fun, but not as fun as Bucky taking care of you after.

princess by @buckycuddlebuddy

“honey,” bucky growled, and then moaned. you felt your walls clench around him because of his voice tone.

security blanket by @comfortbucky

reader is having a bad day and Bucky notices and cheers them up.

#bodyguard!bucky #bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series #winter soldier x reader

[stuckysbike]

Mine

I wrote this whilst drunk. Im still drunk so there’ll probably be mistakes and there all mine.

Notes: fluff, angst, possessive Bucky? happy ending.

Bucky/Reader various.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you scowled narrowing your eyes dramatically as you drew your straw between your lips. The sweet honey whiskey and soda flowed gently over your tongue.

Beside you Peter Parker giggled.

You ignored him. “I fucking hate that bitch.”

“Now now,” Peter Quill, the barman, chastised. You gave him the finger.

“Bugger off Quill,” he returned the sentiment as he walked away, clearing your view.

You sighed in irritation. “What were you wanting to happen?” Wanda asked softly.

“A sinkhole, big enough for her, to swallow her,” you muttered darkly.

“Are there sinkholes in New York?” Pietro asked.

“There are sinkholes wherever the fuck I want sinkholes to be,” you muttered darkly. You took another sip of your drink and waved at Quill for a refill.

There was another loud laugh and her hand brushed down Bucky’s chest.

“I also am suspicious of her,” Zemo leaned close. You elbowed him in the gut and he drew back with an oaf.

“Oh for fuck sake here comes fanboy number three,” you glowered as Sam walked through the door followed by Joaquin. Jay had the decency to roll his eyes and head towards you leaving Sam with Steve and Bucky to fawn over Sharon.

“She’s overrated,” Jay said taking the seat next to you.

“Thank you!” You cried.

“At least you have more friends than her,” Pietro said.

“I am honoured to be part of this friend grou-“

“NO!” You, Peter, Wanda, Pietro and Jay called.

Zemo pouted and you drew your attention away. In another life he’d be cute but he was, well he was Zemo.

Sharon had slid her arm around Bucky’s waist and his arm was on her shoulders when you looked back. Sharon was cooing at how cute Steve and Sam were as a couple. You imagined crushing her windpipe, but you were no special agent. You were just a normal girl with a normal life who happened to fall in love with your fuck buddy neighbour who was none other than Bucky Barnes.

“I could take her out,” Pietro said. “It would be so fast no one would know.”

You considered this but dismissed it. Instead you ordered another drink. And that’s how you found yourself dancing with none other than…Zemo.

God you hated his pretty smug face. “God I hate your pretty smug face.” You said.

Zemo didn’t care, just wiggled his hips. Behind him Sharon was dancing with Sam but she kept glancing back at Bucky.

This morning you woke in his arms, his lips dancing across your shoulders but now you hated him. Your chest hurt and you wanted to sit in a corner and scream like a petulant child. Instead you returned to your seat as the song ended.

Bucky moved over beside you and you studied his profile out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” You asked.

“What are you doing?” He nodded towards Zemo.

You followed his gaze. “He’s…cute.”

Bucky snorted and you turned to look at him. “You could do better.”

“You and Sharon looked cosy earlier,” you said.

“Yeah she’s a good girl,” Bucky murmured looking her way.

You made a face and took a drink. Bucky was looking at you again. “Meh, she’s not all that.”

“You don’t like her?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged a shoulder. “I hate her,” you admitted.

“Why?” Bucky sounded genuinely confused.

She’s got you, say it say she’s got you.

Instead you shrugged. “It’s a vibe I get,” you muttered. “She seems like your type, pretty, fit, skilled. You should date her.”

“She asked me out earlier,” Bucky admitted.

You nodded in understanding. This morning was the last time you would be with him. He’d move on and so would his friends and eventually you’d be a memory.

“Where are you going?” You asked. Your body ached, your heart most of all. You weren’t pretty it sexy enough for him. Bucky wanted a girl like her. You could already imagine them together.

“Said no,” Bucky told you. You turned to look at him. “I didn’t like it when Pietro hugged you earlier. Or when Zemo danced with you.”

“Why not?” You breathed.

Bucky leaned close until you could see the blue of his eyes. “I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” You cocked your head. He smiled again.

“Jealous. I wanted to cut their hands off for daring to touch you,” he growled as he leaned closer. You couldn’t resist resting your hand on his chest. His dog tags were nestled beneath his shirt.

“Touch me?” You repeated.

Bucky’s smirk was wide. “You’re my girl, and I’m about sick of other people not knowing that,” he said.

You made a fist, catching the tags under his black tee and pulling him closer. He tasted of whiskey and musk and Bucky and you sighed into his body. His kiss was hot and his stubble rasped against you but you didn’t care.

Cheers erupted around you and there were a few catcalls.

“About time,” Quill muttered darkly.

“Bucky. I’m drunk. I want to go home and have lazy sloppy sex.” You said kissing his cheek wetly.

“Yeah?” He asked as he looked at you. You nodded, and together you walked out of the bar. Before you left you caught sight of Sharon glowering your way. Bucky’s arm was on your shoulders and you snuggled closer to his body blowing her a kiss as you passed by. You didn’t see her response but you guessed what exactly it was.

Smiling, you leaned into your boyfriend as you walked home.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst

[bucknastysbabe]

Hi my name is Cal. I love HOTD/Bucky/fandom✨

About me: I’m a current psych major, part-time fruit chopper, Gecko mother always. One recovering alcoholic of 2 years, please feel free to reach out if you struggle or are in the same boat!!! White ass bitch from the Southeast US but will pester you with cultural questions.

I love sexy blonde Incest bitches, incel knight, and unstable metal armed man. Writing started as my sober hobby now I’ve been gifted 2% Latina!

ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT (Targaryens n Velaryons🦚, Criston🦚, Robb, Jon, Jaime)

Note: I do NOT write for Daemon or Luke

I write for marvel (Bucky🦚, Zemo, Marc Spector, Matt Murdock, Adam Warlock)

The Last Of Us (Tommy Miller🦚 and Joel Miller)

Seb Stan Characters: (Lee Bodecker🦚, Charles Blackwood, Steve Kemp, Lance Tucker)

Rdr2 (Arthur Morgan & John Marston)

Ask Box‼️: CLOSED (gotta catch up)

Short headcanons

Blurbs

Questions

Shitposting

Silly edits

Fic length one-shots

Taglist❣️: Comment here (no it’s not a threat…unless?)

Into: M/F, M/M, fem dom, pegging, sex in any position, bdsm (light), breeding kink, man tears, angst, drunk sex, switching, actually non-smut things, daddy kink

Nope: F/F (I’m really bad at writing it and cursed to be really into dicks), literally just ask me!! Dead dove and niche kinks aren’t really an issue unless it’s like gory or stanky

Tags:

Smut 🍐 || Angst 🟢|| SFW 💚 || Dead dove🔫|| Fluff🐼

Kink Bingo - Done!

Au Bingo - indefinite hiatus :(

Marvel:

***More of it is on my Ao3 linked in my bio :)

Bucky Barnes

Masterlist ✨

Baron Helmut Zemo

The Call Girl🍐🐼

ASOIAF/HOTD:

Pairings:

No Conviction - Criston Cole x Aegon II🍐🟢🔫

Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist ✨

Ser Criston Cole

Masterlist✨

Aemond Targaryen

Misunderstandings? 🟢💚

Winner takes all💚🐼

Get a load of this guy! 🟢🍐

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Sci-fi AU🍐🟢🔫

Pass the Crown🍐

Jacaerys Velaryon

Winner takes all💚🐼

Prince in shining silks💚🐼

Cruel Summer🍐🐼

Summer Camp Au🍐🟢🐼

A little problem, a lot of patience 🍐🐼

The PR Stunt 🍐🐼

Northron Delights 🍐🐼

Viserys III Targaryen

Unwind🍐

Egotistical 🍐

Ancient Rome AU🟢🍐

Jon Snow

The crow who called wildling🍐🐼

Maegor Targaryen

Belly of the Beast🍐🟢🔫

Daeron Targaryen

Brother Fucking Incest Spectacular🍐🟢🔫

Others:

Tommy Miller (TLOU)

Little Slice o’ Heaven🍐🐼

Dirty Talk🍐🐼

Cockwarming🍐🐼

Lee Bodecker (Devil All The Time)

You can be my daddy🍐🐼

Western AU🍐🐼

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

God of what? 🍐

#cal rants #vermi hours #aegon targaryen x reader #bucky barnes x reader #answered asks #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #asks answered #dom reader #marvel fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #jon snow x reader #criston x reader #asioaf fanfic #kink bingo #jacaerys x reader #tommy miller x reader #viserys iii targaryen x reader #lee bodecker x reader #hotd shitpost #Charles Blackwood x reader #lance tucker x reader #steve kemp x reader #tlou smut #lee bodecker smut #ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Mine Baby

Summary: Sitting at a bar one night, long after you'd abandoned your friends and even Bucky at the tower, you'd finally gained the courage to explain to him why you'd left months ago. The results weren't at all what you were expecting. Th reunion had all but been a terrible feat.

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, swearing, slight drinking, vile insults, slight fat shaming, accusations of cheating

Word Count: 831

Staring at the man across the bar, you hardly notice the bartender refilling the water in your glass. “He’s a looker, innit he?” the woman whispers in your ear. 

“Certainly is,” you frown, finally taking your eyes away from the man seated in the corner of the bar. “What’s his story?” 

She clicked her tongue before grabbing a glass from underneath the bar and filling it with some drink. “Dunno much, all he seems to do is sit down at a bench and stare out the window. He’ll tip whoever serves him, but not much of a talker. Just sits there for hours on end most nights.”

“Yeah,” you hummed, “Doesn’t seem much of a talker to me, either.”

“Why not try getting his number?” She shrugged as you glared at her. “Doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

“I’m pregnant, you fool.” you reminded her, deliberately pointing at the glass of water in front of you. “Who’d want to try and shack up with a pregnant broad?”

“You’d be surprised at that fact, actually,” She nudged your arm but you hardly moved an inch. You knew all too well who that man sitting in the corner had been. After all, the growing belly you donned was proof that you knew the man. But the bartender didn’t need to know facts. You knew it was almost her job to get people drunk and hooked up. 

“Fine,” you grumbled, choking back the remainder of the water in your glass as though it would give you courage and luck. Quickly you strolled over to the booth before settling down in the seat opposite the man. Without much acknowledgement in your direction, he continued to glare out the window, a finger running circles around the brim of the glass in front of him.

“Hey,” you pouted, almost afraid at what his words would be as he finally turned his head to look at you, fierce brow pulled up with a scowl pulling at his mouth. “Long time no see.”

“You made sure of that, Y/N,” he scowled, turning his head to look at you with venom clouding his eyes. “Fucking leaving in the middle of the night with nothing but a text message on my phone in your absence as a farewell.”

“Buck, you can’t blame me,” you pouted, nearly shrinking into the seat, fear pooling into your chest. “I had my reasons.”

“I loved you,” he growled out, leaning over the table, his blue eyes glaring harshly in the dim lamp that hung above your table. “And what the fuck did that get me? A broken heart and an empty bed to sleep in; I should have listened to Zemo when he warned me that you weren’t all there in your fucking head. Fuck, you probably slept with all of them before you left.”

“Helmut has absolutely nothing to do with my decision to leave, Buck.Nobody had anything to do with my decision.”

“Then why the hell should I even talk to you?” he growled, leaning back in his seat with folded arms. “And since when the fuck have you called that man by his first- you know what? I don’t even wanna fucking know that answer. Go, Y/N. Leave me in-” he became silent as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, revealing the growing bump.

“You’ve gained weight,” he observed, “That is, I’m assuming?” 

Quickly covering yourself, you shook your head. “No, actually.”

“Why are you at a bar if your fucking pregnant?” he leaned over the table again. You could feel the anger in his eyes. Not daring to look away, you sighed. “Tell me.”

“I’ve been watching you over the last few weeks, Bucky.” you admitted, tapping your fingers along the tabletop. “I’ve been missing you.”

“Don’t make me look like a fool.” 

“Buck, the baby, it’s-” you couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Steve’s? Tony’s? Zemo’s, perhaps?”

You couldn’t help but to feel incredibly offended. “Yours, actually, you fuck.” You wanted to get up and walk away, never to see the man again after that assumption. Not believing that he would ever assume that of you, you covered yourself up with your jacket before scooting out of the booth. “I knew I shouldn’t have come here, it was certainly a damned mistake.”

“Indeed it was.” he growled. “DNA test when it’s born, or so help me.”

“Go fuck yourself, Barnes, you’ll be lucky if I ever allow you visitation after the shit you just said to me.”

“See you in court, darling.” He leaned back with a childish grin. Not wanting to cause a scene, you stormed out of the bar before getting in your car and pulling out your phone and erasing Bucky’s contact entirely. You’d be damned to hell if you ever allowed a man to treat you in such a way.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

[stevesbestgirl]

Marvel Masterlist

Please see under the cut for my Marvel characters masterlist! Current characters include: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Stucky, Natasha Romanoff, Loki, Helmut Zemo, Steven Grant, and Johnny Storm. This also includes my Eddie/Venom fic (It took place when they were in the MCU, so it counts). Enjoy!

Find my main Masterlist here!

Because it needs to be said, no one has my permission to translate or repost my fics anywhere.

Key:

🔥 - smut

❤ - fluff

💀 - angst (always with a happy ending because I am soft)

💫 - my favorites

One Shots:

Drunk Enough (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤ 💫

-> Star Spangled (Steve Rogers x Reader) ❤

Teamwork (Steve Rogers x GN!Reader)  ❤

Series:

A Moment of Your Time (Mob!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 🔥

One Shots:

A Walk in the Park (Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Shades of Gray (FATWS!Bucky x enhanced!Flagsmasher!Reader) 💀

Sunshine (ex!Bucky x Reader) 💀❤

Hooked (Captain Hook!Bucky x Lost!Reader) 💀❤

Last Call (Biker!Bucky x f!Reader) ❤ 💫

Shooting Blind (Bucky x Reader)  ❤ 💫

In the Pit (Pit Boss!Bucky x f!Reader)  🔥

Secrets (Bucky Barnes x f!Reader)  ❤

One Shots

Dolled Up (Stucky x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Late Nights (Stucky x f!Reader)  🔥 💫

Performance Review (CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

Down to Business (dark!CEO!Stucky x Reader) ❤

The Auction (Mafia!Stucky x Reader) ❤ 🔥 💫

Part 1 Part 2

Sticky Notes (Stucky x Reader)  ❤

Series:

Vanaheim Storms (Loki x f!Reader)  ❤ 💫 Completed

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

One Shots:

Bock Haben (Zemo x f!Reader) 🔥 💫

Blind Date with Daddy!Zemo (Daddy!Zemo x F!Reader) ❤

One Shots:

Don't Be Afraid (Steven Grant x Reader) 💀❤

Excited (Steven Grant x Reader) ❤🔥

Love Languages with the Moon Boys  ❤

Series:

Phases of the Moon (Steven Grant x f!Reader)  ❤

Masterlist

One Shots:

We Are Drunk (Eddie/Venom x f!Reader) 🔥

Drabbles:

There Was One Bed (Johnny Storm X f!Reader)  ❤

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Don’t Blame Me (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

A/N: Hellooo friends. This is a fic I started a month or so ago and just now finished so I hope you like it!! This is based around the song “Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift 

Word Count: 4,200

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right.

 When you agreed to help Sam and Bucky investigate who was to blame for the recent string of super soldiers running around, you didn’t really think it would entail breaking a terrorist out of prison.

Helmut Zemo was crafty, dangerous, and overall, at least in your mind, a shit person. So, when he emerged from the dark in what apparently was his parking garage, you had to hold back from knocking his teeth in.

It wasn’t long after you were aboard a private jet flying to Madripoor to try and get to the bottom of everything. Bucky and Sam were bickering constantly, and the Baron wasn’t exactly welcome company, but he was quiet as he sat across from you, reading in his seat. 

A question was nagging at you, one that was insensitive in some respects, but you were curious regardless.

“Did you really try to kill us all because a sentient robot decided to try and take over the world?” you’d asked suddenly.

Zemo’s eyes lifted from his book to you, raising an eyebrow as he did. He sighed slightly, marking his page before setting the book on the small tray beside him.

“To be truthful, you and your friends were easiest to blame,” Zemo told you casually.

You eyed him, waiting for some cruel comment, but none came.

“We saved everyone we could find in time, you do know that right?” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Yes, and I do applaud you and the others for that, but my family…” Zemo began but trailed off, a pained look in his eye.

You were both silent for a moment before he continued, “Love will make you crazy, perhaps you’ll find that out some day.”

A nasty remark caught in your throat, and you sat back, because he was right.

 My name is whatever you decide, and I’m just gonna call you mine.

 Of course, your job was being the arm candy. And not even the arm candy of whoever the hell Sam was pretending to be while you four slunk around Madripoor, Zemo’s arm candy.

The dress you had managed to find on such short notice glittered in every light you passed, the gold color of it apparently matching the gold in the Sokovian flag, according to Zemo. The high heels you wore were almost impossible to walk in, and you could hope you wouldn’t be doing any running.

Your hair was curled and pinned back, your makeup accentuating the best parts of your face.

When the car stopped on the bridge, Sam helped you out of the car, and Zemo appeared beside you, offering his arm, his gentleman ways stirring something up inside you.

The man was a murderer, but a classy murderer at that.

You took his arm, and he began leading you towards the city along with Bucky and Sam, who were ready to kill the man if he touched you the wrong way. Despite knowing the fact you wore a knife in the thigh holster barely hidden by your dress, they’d kill Zemo for you at your request.

By the time you finally got to the club, your feet were on fire, and you were ready to just get whatever information you needed and get the hell out of there.

Zemo led you all towards the bar, and once you all reached it his arm let go of yours, moving down to your waist and securing you to his side. Sam looked ready to punch him, and looks could kill, the glare he was getting from Bucky would have made him drop dead.

You tried your best to look happy, even leaning into Zemo to give everyone a show.

“Hello gentlemen, and lady, wasn’t expecting you Smiling Tiger,” the bartender greeted you all.

“His plans changed, we have business to do with Selby,” Zemo lied smoothly, easily and almost absentmindedly, pulling you closer to him when a drunk girl bumped into you.

So close you had to put a hand on his chest as to not look awkward and uncomfortable.

“The usual?” the bartender asked, making Sam only nod, trying to look intimidating.

You could feel Zemo’s heartbeat fast beneath your hand, it seemed his calm exterior may have been just an act.

The bartender set to work, making two normal shots of what you assumed was probably rum or tequila, before setting to work on Sam’s drink.

It was made with at least three different liquors, and you nearly jumped when the bartender pulled a cobra from a glass jar, tossing it on the counter and cutting it open from head to tail, easily pulling out its heart and plopping it in the drink.

You almost snorted, there was no way Sam was going to do it.

The bartender set the two normal shots in front of you and Zemo, and slid the more intricate drink in front of Sam.

“Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite!” Zemo exclaimed as Sam reluctantly picked up the glass, inspecting it.

Zemo handed you one of the other shots, taking the other in his hand not on your hip.

“Cheers Comrad,” Zemo told Sam, clinking his glass against the other man’s before turning to you, leaning down so his lips were by your ear, “and you, dorogoy.”

You had no idea what that meant as you weren’t exactly fluent in Russian, one of the main spoken languages of the Sokovians, but nonetheless gave your fake date a dazzling smile before tossing back the alcohol.

It burned your throat as it went down, almost making you feel dizzy, it seemed to be stronger than the average alcohol.

Sam was hyping himself up it seemed, the bartender was obviously getting suspicious. You managed to shoot a look that said “hurry the fuck up” to him and he finally tossed it back, obviously disgusted as he did so.

But at least the bartender seemed satisfied.

“I got word from on high, you ain’t welcome here,” the bartender said pointedly to Zemo, who had Bucky standing close behind him, rather good at keeping up the Winter Soldier persona.

“I have no business with the Power Broker,” Zemo began, “but if he insists, he can either came and talk to me, or bring Selby for a chat.”

“New haircut?” the bartender asked Bucky suddenly, who only gave him a deadpan look.

When the bartender looked away, Bucky leaned over to Zemo, “A power broker, really?”.

“Every kingdom needs its king,” Zemo replied, smiling a bit. “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked.

“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner,” Zemo told him.

Suddenly a man saddled up beside Bucky, telling him something you didn’t understand in Russian.

That was all it took for Bucky to grab him, shoving you and Zemo out of the way as he slammed the man into the bar, bending his arm back and making the man groan in pain.

The sound of guns cocking around you filled the air, and Zemo moved in front of you as he leaned towards Bucky and whispered, “Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.”

“Selby will see you now,” a man said as he appeared beside Bucky, who let the man go.

“Thank you,” Zemo said, wrapping an arm around your waist again as he led you away, Bucky and Sam trailing behind you both.

You were all led to a back room where the club’s music was quieter, making you wonder if the others inside would be able to hear if you all got shot.

The room looked to be an office of some sort, couches and a desk were the main staples of the room, along with the bodyguards stationed around the room.

Zemo sat down on one of the couches, easily pulling you down onto his lap so you sat sideways, legs hanging off one side and one arm going to rest behind him, the fur of his coat tickling you a bit.

You did your best to look like the bimbo arm candy you were playing, even going as far as leaning into Zemo’s chest, and placing a kiss on his cheek.

His arm wrapped tighter around you, hand gripping your waist.

“Don’t get any ideas,” you whispered to him as a woman with short white hair entered the room. This must be Selby.

“You should know Baron,” Selby began, taking her place on a couch across from you and Zemo, “people don’t just come into my bar and make demands.”

“Not a demand, an offer,” Zemo spoke as you fiddled with the fur on the back of his coat nervously.

"A lot has changed since you were last here,” Selby replied, “by the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?”.

“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” Zemo answered, voice unwavering. “I’m sure you have already heard what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’ve heard, Smiling Tiger,” Selby commented, half ignoring Zemo.

Sam gave Selby a convincing smile, so she turned back to Zemo, “What’s the offer?”.

Zemo smirked, “Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum and I give you him, along with the code words to control him of course,” Zemo spoke, nodding in Bucky’s direction, “he’ll do anything you want.”

Selby smiled, leaning back on the couch, “What about her?” she asked, motioning to you perched on the Baron’s lap, “She’s a pretty one Helmut.”

While your heart pounded in your chest, Zemo only gave you a small smile, his hand moving to cup your cheek, gloved thumb rubbing against the warm skin, “Isn’t she? But I’m afraid this little bird is mine.”

Your face got hot, but you managed a ditzy giggle, grabbing Zemo’s hand from your cheek and holding it in your lap, giving it a squeeze. Maybe a bit too hard.

“Too bad, I could think of plenty of people who would gladly take her to bed,” Selby commented, shrugging off the fact she essentially wanted to pimp you out.

Zemo must have felt you tense up because he gave your hand a light squeeze, leaning over to whisper to you as Selby moved to ‘inspect’ Bucky.

“I won’t let anything happen,” he reassured quietly, making you nod.

While you really tried to hate this man still, it was hard not too when he’d just promised to protect you from the psychopath you were doing business with.

“I’m glad I didn’t kill you immediately, you were right to come to me,” Selby suddenly spoke up, seemingly satisfied with the deal offered to her. “Arrogant, but right.”

Zemo nodded, motioning for her to go on.

“The serum is here in Madripoor, Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you want to thank…or condemn, depending on what side you’re on,” Selby explained. “The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but things didn’t go as planned.”

“Is Nagel still here in Madripoor?” Zemo asked.

“Oh,” Selby answered, almost mockingly, “the bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.”

Zemo opened his mouth to reply but the vibration of a phone broke the silence, all eyes fell on Sam, who looked like he wanted the Earth to open up and swallow him whole.

Selby frowned, “Answer it, on speaker.”

Sam pulled his phone from his pocket, doing as told, “Hello?”.

“Hey, we need to talk about the situation, it’s been driving me nuts,” came the voice of Sam’s sister, Sarah.

“What situation are we talking about exactly?” Sam asked, trying to keep up the tough guy exterior.

“Are you high?” Sarah exclaimed on the other end, “You know exactly what situation, it’s the only situation you and I have!”.

“What situation Sarah? Say it!” Sam commanded, raising his voice.

You could feel yourself beginning to sweat, this was going downhill fast.

“The damn boat! And watch your tone okay? I let you slide at the bank.”

Sam scoffed, “The bank, yeah. Laundered so much…they’ll come around.”

“If that was the case, why did they dog you out, Big Time?” Sarah asked, obviously annoyed.

“Yeah, you damn right I’m big time, you’ll see when I have that banker killed,” Sam answered, trying to sound cocky.

“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, listen, I’ll have to call you back,” Sarah spoke, and with that, hung up.

Your heels were kicked off and you were ready to run.

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Selby asked, your heart dropped, “Kill them!”.

You jumped, Zemo joining you shortly after, but before any of you could pull a gun, the sound of glass shattering filled the room, along with a sickening crack as a bullet pierced Selby’s skull from an unseen shooter, killing her instantly.

All of you ran, Zemo grabbing your hand and pulling you from the club, weaving you through sweaty bodies and out into the cool night air.

“They’re gonna pin this on us!” Sam spoke hurriedly as you all began power walking down the street, you stumble a bit as Zemo pulled you along.

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead,” Zemo reassured, continuing back the way you’d came.

Phones began pinging around you and it wasn’t long before the sound of gun shots filled the air, some whizzing right past you.

“Shit!” Sam yelled as you all scrambled, Bucky and Sam continued running forwards, while Zemo pulled you down an alleyway, both of you sprinting, breathing hard, his hand never leaving yours.

Your path was blocked suddenly by a rather larger man, and before he could react you ripped your hand away from Zemo’s, reaching for the knife in its holster on your thigh and tossing it, the blade sinking into the man’s chest.

“Come on!” you shouted, grabbing Zemo’s hand once again, as it was your turn to pull him away from danger.

You felt relieved when you spotted Bucky and Sam at the end of the alley you’d turned into, both staring in confusion at a dead man laying on the ground.

“Seems you have a guardian angel,” Sam was saying as you and Zemo stopped, catching your breath.

“You okay?” Bucky asked you, and you nodded, still trying to breathe normally.

“Well, isn’t this just perfect,” came a voice behind you.

You whipped around to find the last person you expected to be there. Sharon Carter.

 For you, I would cross the line.

 Music shook Sharon’s large home, you were almost afraid some of the priceless art would fall due to the loud bass.

People danced, sweaty bodies moving to the beat of the music, or they stood around talking about the art surrounding you.

You sat at a small table, sipping the drink you’d gotten from the bar. Bucky and Sam were “patrolling” at a party of all places, and you could see Zemo on the dancefloor. He danced like the whitest dad at the neighborhood block party, but either the alcohol, or the fact it was sort of cute, made you giggle.

Zemo happened to look over as you were laughing, and you quickly tried to hide it by taking a sip of your drink, but it was obvious he saw you.

In minutes he was sitting across from you at the table, drink in hand, a bemused look at his face.

“Did I catch you smiling at me?” he asked, taking a sip of the amber liquid in his glass.

“Laughing, actually,” you retorted, leaning back and crossing your arms.

Zemo smirked, “You expect me to believe that, dorogoy?”.

“You dance like an old man,” you replied, looking away from him and to the dancefloor.

Surprisingly, Zemo laughed, a genuine one, making you smile a bit.

“Ah,” Zemo pointed to you, “there it is again.”

“Oh, shut up,” you told him, taking a drink from your own glass.

Zemo obliged, but still smiled as he leaned back in his chair.

It was silent between you both, before you spoke again,

“Would you really have protected me from Selby?” you asked, eyeing the man across from you.

“Of course, you had no business with her,” Zemo replied without hesitation.

“Even with my…background?” you asked, referring to your alliance with the Avengers.

The man chuckled, “Like I said, of course, you’ve proven you are much more than what I believed you to be.”

“And that would be?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought you’d be much like your friends, loyal to a fault, but you…you are much more. You know what you want, you know what you’re worth, I admire that,” Zemo told you, and you couldn’t help the blush that crept across your cheeks.

“Um…thank you,” you told him awkwardly.

“You are welcome,” Zemo told you, throwing back the rest of his drink, “now, you owe me a dance.”

You must have looked unsure, because Zemo smiled, standing and offering his hand to you, “I promise to not dance like an old man, as you put it. We must blend in, correct?”.

Sighing, you took his hand, and he led you to the dancefloor, more towards the edge, away from others. He took your hands, moving them so that they rested on his shoulders, and his moved to your waist, pulling you a bit closer.

While the song was fast and loud, you two moved slow, still to the beat, but nothing like the others jumping around you.

“Is this so bad?” Zemo asked, looking down at you.

“I suppose not, but you better be careful, one wrong move and Bucky will make you swallow your teeth,” you joked, making the Baron wince slightly.

“It will be hard not to cross that line with you, I must admit,” Zemo told you casually.

“You can’t fall for the first girl you meet out of prison,” you laughed, but the man in front of you looked serious.

He leaned down so that his face was closer to yours, his lips beside your ear, “How can I not when she is so beautiful?”.

A shiver went down your spine as one of his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you against him, his other hand sliding into yours.

You managed to get out a small laugh, “You’re smooth, I’ll give you that.”

 I would fall from grace, just to touch your face.

 After some help from Sharon in Madripoor and the imminent death of Dr. Nagel, who was shot by none other than Zemo himself, you were all hiding out in one of Zemo’s houses, this one located in Latvia, where the super soldiers were thought to be.

The sheets beneath you were cool and soft despite the heat radiating from your bare skin. You were laying on your side, watching the rise and fall of the Baron’s chest. He looked peaceful when sleeping, the seemingly permanent frown lines gone from his face.

If someone had told you a few days ago you would have slept with none other than Helmut Zemo, you probably would have punched them in the throat. But laying here beside him, the morning sun streaming through the window, you couldn’t help but smile.

Sam and Bucky had left you to “babysit” Zemo last night and hadn’t come back. If they found you like this, they’d surely kill Zemo, and then you, for “sleeping with the enemy”.

This would be your fall from grace for sure.

The Baron’s eyelids fluttered suddenly, slowly opening, blinking in the morning light. He sighed, blinking a few times before his eyes met yours.

A small smile broke across his face and he reached for you, easily pulling you on top of him, despite your slight protests.

“Shhh, just lay with me printsessa,” Zemo spoke, voice gravely from sleep.

You huffed, resting your head in the crook of his neck, his fingers trailed up and down your spine. He turned his head to plant a kiss on your forehead, making you giggle.

Zemo smiled in turn, resting his head back against the pillows.

It was silent besides the sound of you both breathing, both content to lay there forever, although you both knew it wouldn’t last. None of this would, but that wouldn’t stop you from pretending it would.

“They’re going to come for you, aren’t they?” you asked softly, tracing a scar on Zemo’s chest, more than likely from his years as a Colonel in the Sokovian army.

The Dora Milaje warned Bucky just yesterday they would come for Zemo, and that you would all have no choice but to hand him over.

Zemo sighed, arms wrapping around you, “I suppose…but that does not mean I will be gone forever.”

“You’re going to escape The Raft?” you scoffed, making Zemo chuckle.

“Did Sam not do so?” he asked you, “Do you not believe in me?”.

You smiled and shook your head, “Of course I do…it’s just, they’ll find you, again and again.”

Zemo kissed the top of your head, “I’ll find you lyubov’, every time.”

 If you walked away, I’d beg you on my knees to stay.

 You gripped onto Zemo’s coat tightly, sobbing.

“Y-You can’t, you can’t go,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your face.

Everyone knew this would happen, you, Zemo, Bucky. You knew the Dora Milaje would come for him, but it was too soon.

You’d ran with him when Bucky and Sam were distracted by John Walker and the Dora Milaje when they’d all arrived at Zemo’s home in Latvia. You two spent an amazing night at another one of his safe houses.

When he brought you to the Sokovia memorial, you knew he was saying goodbye before Bucky even showed.

“I have to,” Zemo told you calmly, gently prying your hands off his coat. You only wrapped your arms around his waist, wishing that if you held him tight enough, he wouldn’t leave.

“Please,” you choked out, “you don’t have to take him.”

You moved to look at the members of the Dora Milaje standing behind Zemo, but you were only met with a cold glare, “He will pay for his crimes,” one of them told you.

Turning your attention back to Zemo, you were met with a man who accepted his fate. You wanted him to fight, to run, but he wouldn’t, you knew that.

Zemo took your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your lips, when he pulled away he kissed your forehead as well.

“Let me go, Moya lyubov’, I’ll find you,” Zemo told you softly.

You shook your head as Bucky grabbed you from behind, forcing you away from Zemo, holding you tightly against him as you thrashed, hitting his arms, kicking him.

Given he was at least 50 times stronger than yourself, it really wasn’t much of a fight on his end.

You watched helplessly as Zemo nodded to Bucky in thanks, giving you one last look before following the female warriors to their ship and boarding without a fight.

He only let you go when the ship disappeared from sight and you collapsed, the hard ground beneath you hurting your knees as you fell but you didn’t care.

You cried into your hands, your whole body shaking. The one good thing in your life in years and it was gone in seconds, he was gone in seconds.

“Come back,” you rasped out, “please.”

Bucky let you cry until your sobs had died and you’d stopped shaking. He carefully helped you up and away from the memorial.

“It’s better this way,” Bucky tried to reassure you, but you weren’t listening, you could only think of the phone number Zemo had put into your phone the night before. The number that with one call, could maybe get him back.

 Oh lord save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life.

 Red lights flashed and sirens blared throughout the Raft, signaling a security breach. The lights inside went out and the emergency lights flashed on, illuminating everything in red.

Helmut Zemo sat up on his bed, raising an eyebrow.

Guards ran past the Baron’s cell, armed and ready for whatever, or whoever, had just breached one of the most top security prisons in the world.

The door of Helmut’s cell slid up moments later. Helmut stood, walking hesitantly towards to escape.

A shadow moved in the blinking red lights, walking towards him. Helmut had no weapons, but he’d go down fighting whatever the hell was coming towards him.

But the lights flashed again, illuminating a familiar face. Your hair was tied back, a gun in your grip.

“Dorogoy?” the Baron spoke.

When the lights flashed again you were smiling, running towards him now and when you slammed into him, wrapping your arms around him, Helmut felt his heart skip a beat.

Helmut’s fingers tangled into your hair as he held you tightly, afraid you’d disappear if he let go, still unsure if this was even real.

You buried your face into his shoulder, hugging him even tighter.

“I know what you mean now,” you told him, your voice muffled.

Helmut’s brow furrowed, pulling away from you.

“What?” he asked, making you smile.

“Love, it really does make you crazy,” you replied.

Helmut smiled, shaking his head slightly and pressing a kiss to your lips.

 Don’t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right.

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Scraps | Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hi! Can I request a Zemo x gn reader where the reader comes home with a bloody nose and bruises from being attacked? Zemo obviously gets really fucking mad and makes sure the people responsible for this will suffer.

summary: you and your best friend get jumped by some drunk assholes, and when your boyfriend finds out, he's ready to jump at their throats and make them pay... only, he has to make sure that you're alright, first.

tws: blood, injury, bruising, fights, alcohol consumption, swearing

It wasn't exactly like it hadn't been a long time coming, a bunch of assholes at the pub you and your best friend Frank often visited always making some sort of bullshit comment, and although you never threw the first punch, you and Frank had managed to get yourselves into a fight; sure, you worked well as a team, you were a fucking formidable pair and even your boyfriend Zemo had mentioned a few times that if there was anyone he didn't want to meet in a dark alley, it was you and Frank. But there were more of them than there were you, and while four of them held Frank down after kicking the shit out of him and even going so far as to knock his head against a fucking brick wall, two of them had started on you.

At least you could say you didn't throw the first punch; you and Frank were actually on your way home when they jumped you, taking you both by surprise. Of course you tried to fight back, but you could only do so much when Frank was practically out cold and you felt like you were getting your fucking teeth kicked in; at least they left you alone after they thought they had definitely knocked you and Frank out. But he picked you up, wrapping your arm around him as he helped you to get up and trudge home; the sight must have spooked a few people but you and Frank had gotten into worse scraps before. This was just a bunch of drunk assholes, this wasn't the likes of Billy Russo.

"You sure you're gonna be alright?" You asked, holding Frank's face in your hands when he got to the door, your brows furrowed.

Frank nodded, licking his split and bloodied lips. "Yeah, I'll get Micro to pick me up and patch me up - you gonna be good? Is Zemo home?"

You nodded, wincing a little. "Yeah, I'm not as beaten to shit as you... you wanna come inside and wait?"

"Best I don't," he told you with a shake of his head. "I'll wait on the steps outside."

"Alright, well... let me know how you're doing later, yeah?" You pulled away from him, steadying yourself against the door for a moment with a weak smile. "Y'know, we ain't had a scrap like that in ages - long overdue."

He dared to laugh, knocking on the door before he turned tail and yanked himself outside; you were worried, he was your best friend and he was badly hurt, but he was also the Punisher, he could look after himself. Micro would look after him. You went inside, groaning softly as pain shot through your shoulder, and you collapsed on the sofa, resting your head against one arm and kicking your feet up on the other, squeezing your eyes tightly shut.

"My god," Zemo breathed out, brows furrowed as he knelt beside you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your chest as he looked you over. "What happened? Tell me everything."

"Just some drunk assholes," you groaned. "Jumped me and Frank on the way home, beat us to fuck."

He clenched his jaw, shaking his head and working on getting you out of your clothes so that he could properly assess the damage; your nose was fucked without a doubt, you had bruises almost everywhere and it was clear that something sharp had caught your sides although it wasn't deep enough to cause any issues to your organs. At least there was that, none of it looked like it needed stitches. But you truly looked like you had been to Hell and back; he had to think quickly, discarding your clothes in the washing basket and setting everything up.

Liquor bottle. To steady his hands and to help you put up with the pain. Antiseptic. Bandages. Plasters. Painkillers. A cloth to bite down on. Kitchen paper. The speaker blaring 'How Many Tears to Nurture A Rose?' by Cradle Of Filth, if only to give you something he knew would cheer you up a little and would take your mind from it all. More than anything, though, he was angry.

How fucking dare someone bruise and bloody his partner? How fucking dare they hurt you?

He had more important things to focus on right now, like patching your wounds and making sure that you were going to, at least, not be in agony throughout the night; he was quick to work on it all, though. Blood soaked blue kitchen roll building up on the coffee table; empty plaster packages; a mountain of orange stained antiseptic wipes; a half empty bottle of Grant's whisky in your hands; a spit and blood covered cloth on the floor. The last of the strong painkillers finished off, the metal packet chucked in the pile with the rest of it. But it didn't take long at least, and Zemo was as careful as he could be; even though all he could think about was tracking those assholes down and making sure that they paid for what they did to you. Not so much Frank, you.

As he tightened up the last bandage, Zemo couldn't help but to sigh. "I'm going to find them, Bärchen, I'm going to make them all pay."

You groaned softly, offering him the whisky. "Can it wait til tomorrow? I'd quite like to see it."

He nodded, daring to smile a little as he traced the outskirts of the bruise on your jaw, knowing that he would give those responsible far far worse than a bruise. "Natürlich. I need to find them but... that won't be too hard, and I suppose Frank will want to join, too."

"More than likely," you tried to move to lay on your side, but Zemo pushed you down gently and kept you pinned there on your back. "Can I at least get in my own bed?"

"Not without help," he told you sternly. "It might actually be better if we both sleep here tonight."

You raised a brow, trying not to laugh because you knew that it would sting like a motherfucker if you did. "Why both of us?"

"Someone has to look after you," Zemo pointed out. "And as your boyfriend, that would be me. I won't hear any excuses."

"Fine, fine, alright," you mumbled. "You win."

"Thank you," he sighed, going to grab a couple of blankets and the pillows from the bed. At the very least he could make sure that you were comfortable. He set everything up, asking you if you were okay, if you needed anything extra, but you shook your head. "Tomorrow. I'll track them down tomorrow, and I'll make sure that they pay for what they did to you."

Watching Zemo make himself comfortable on the floor by the sofa, you let your hand drift down, letting him hold it tightly as he hummed softly; you cleared your throat. "Tomorrow... I think we all just gotta get some sleep for tonight. Pretty sure Frank's knocked the fuck out with some strong shit Micro dosed him on."

"I don't care about Frank, he can look after himself... but you... no one fucks with you, Bärchen, you're mine. I'll make sure they fucking suffer for what they've done."

He would, you didn't doubt it for a second; when Zemo got angry, he didn't just get even. Oh, no, he made whoever his wrath was directed at fucking wish for someone kinder, someone like Frank, they would beg and they would plead and they would sob and their snot would trickle down to their lips. But Zemo would drag out everything, when he got angry, he was more than dangerous. He was worse than you and Frank. Far, far worse. You almost wanted to pity those drunk assholes who had jumped you and your best friend, but you couldn't bring yourself to; you couldn't even force a fake beg for him to go easy on them. Zemo would make damn sure that each and every one of them would suffer, and he was capable of more cruelty than you and Frank were. He could be more cruel than anyone. At the end of the day, no one made Zemo angry, and those assholes were about to have an entire shit storm rain down on them.

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[cas-kingdom]

The Avengers Masterpost

Main Masterpost

one shots

You Called for Backup (Peter x Tony) - Peter really should think before he sends any kind of text message to Tony Stark.

When You Wish Upon a Star (Peter x Tony) - Peter won’t get out of bed. Enter Tony Stark.

The Adult is Talking (Peter x Tony) - Peter starts neglecting his health in order to study for tests he’s going to pass whether he revises or not. It’s time for Tony to step in, and he’s not happy.

But It’s Tradition, Peter! (Peter x Avengers) - “Tradition is tending the flame, not worshiping the ashes.” Peter learns this, surrounded by the ones he loves the most.

Inked (Peter x Tony) - Tony gets a tattoo. The only problem is, he’s drunk.

Itsy Bitsy Spider (Peter x Tony) - There’s only one thing Peter’s afraid of, and Tony thinks it’s hilarious. Which it isn’t. Not at all.

A Dad for Christmas (Peter x Tony) - Peter has the perfect Christmas present for Tony.

When All is Dead and Gone (Peter x Tony) - Tony had never thought he’d love someone as much as he did this kid. Or: How I wish the ending of Infinity War had gone instead.

I’ll Wait (Tony x Steve) - Alone on Titan with nothing but the phone Steve gave him, Tony makes a decision he should have made a long time ago.

Not Without You (Steve x Bucky) - It’s the end of the line for them both.

All I Want (Peter x Tony) - Peter gets one last conversation with Tony.

A Letter to Tony Stark (Peter x Tony) - From Peter Parker

Mini America (Tony x Steve x reader) - You accidentally pop Tony’s blow-up bed.

A Simple Misunderstanding (Peter x Tony x reader) - Tony walks in on you and Peter.

Normal (Steve x Tony x reader) - Being the sister of the world’s greatest hero has its advantages and disadvantages. While attempting to do something a normal teenager would do, things go wrong, and it takes a Captain America and an Iron Man to make you feel better.

’S’ is for ‘Steve’ (Steve x reader) - Steve told you not to get that tattoo. You got it anyway.

Call It Magic (Thor x reader) - Your fear of thunder drives you into a certain god’s arms one night.

Happy Birthday, Old Man (Steve x reader) - The one thing you shouldn’t do on Steve’s one hundredth birthday is call him old.

Remember When (Bucky x reader) - Bucky finds you awake and upset one night.

Bucky, You’re Not Punny (Bucky x reader) - Bucky thinks he’s funny. He’s really not, but he still gets you to laugh.

Finally (Steve x Bucky x reader) - You see Bucky for the first time after the ice.

My World (Bucky x reader) - With both Tony and Steve gone, it’s just you and Bucky against the world.

Fix You (Bucky x reader) - It’s been six months. You and Bucky are living in Brooklyn. You’re trying. He’s not. The both of you need to fix what’s left before there is nothing left to fix.

The Notebook (Bucky x reader) - You find Nakajima’s name in Bucky’s notebook and ask him about it.

There’s a Snake in My Boat (Bucky x Sam x Zemo x reader) - Sam makes you try the snake drink he had in Madripoor. Needless to say, it’s not the first time you’ve been sick all over Bucky.

Call It True (Loki x reader) - Loki helps you sleep after a trying few days.

For You (Loki x reader) - Loki realises you’ve been injured since New York, and you never told him.

Brave (Loki x reader) - At the end of time, it’s your turn to be brave. With Loki and Sylvie in search of whoever’s controlling it all, you and Mobius return to the TVA to figure out what’s going on. The goodbye is hard, beginning and ending in tears, but a goodbye can be a promise of another hello.  

drabbles

Steve x Clint (“You can try harder than that! I’m tough!”)

Steve x reader (“I love bagels! How did you know?”)

Bucky x Steve x reader (“I need a place to hide! Quick!”)

Peter P x reader (“Why are you embarrassed? You shouldn’t be.”)

Peter P x reader (“Hey! That’s mine!”)

Tony x reader (“Make one more egg pun, I dare you.”)

Steve x Bruce x Tony x reader (“Did I stutter?”)

Bucky x reader (“Smile for the camera!”)

Steve x reader (“Just come down… I promise I won’t do anything.”)

Peter x Tony x reader (“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish here, too.”)

Steve x Tony x reader (“Would you just quit it?”)

Tony x reader (“Can I have a go in the suit?”)

Steve x reader (“It’s three am! Where have you been?”)

Steve x reader (“Say that again looking at my face.”)

Tony x Peter (“C’mere, kid.”)

Tony x Peter (“I’m proud of you, kid.”)

Peter P x reader (“Honour is dead but I’ll see what I can do.”)

Sam x reader (“You lose. I tickle. Deal?”)

Tony x reader (“We should head back to the party.”)

Tony x reader (“Can I hug you?”)

Tony x Morgan (“It’s okay… I still love you.”)

Bucky x reader (“Don’t make me chase you.”)

Bucky x reader (“Wait, what are you going to do with that?”)  

Bucky x reader ("I miss the way things used to be.")  

Zemo x reader (“I apologise. I did not mean to wake you.”)

Bucky x reader (“I couldn’t sleep by myself.”)

Bucky x reader (“I may have accidentally adopted a dog. Don’t be mad?”)

Bucky x reader (”How about a compromise? I’ll kill him first, and if it turns out he was friendly, I’ll apologise.”)

Clint x reader (“No, no, don’t worry—it’s fine.”)

series

Iron Heart (Peter x Tony) - Five times Peter called Tony his dad, and the one time Tony called Peter his son.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

extra masterposts

Irondad & Spiderson Masterpost

#the avengers #masterpost #the avengers masterpost

[illicien]

Just some 5am WinterBaron smut thoughts but:

Zemo hiring sex workers to help deal with this insatiable urge of his to rail Bucky into the ground, hoping it will curb that weird feeling that's been building. Y'know, finding someone with dark hair maybe blue eyes, face down if he needs. He gets drunk, does it somewhere dark, scratches the itch because he's not really ready to play roulette with whether the proposition will result in Bucky furious with him or not.

Bucky, on the other hand, is simply struggling with expressing his interest and genuinely has no idea what's up with Zemo - is their flirting a game? Is that look he keeps catching every so often in Zemo's eyes something he's reading right? Is it just some manipulation? He has no idea, but Zemo going out every few nights and coming back drunk and smelling like sex is starting to rattle him.

So he goes to figure out what's going on. Manages to meet up with the worker ahead of time - doesn't really occur to him that they look similar in the slightest, not at first. The sex worker is just like yeah no I can't just... Let you watch, dude, that's not how this works. So Bucky pays him off figuring, hell, whatever, this is sorta what he wants anyway and they look similar enough. So it'll just be his secret if this works out, whatever.

Turns out yeah, Zemo is WASTED when he shows up, but wasted or not he's not exactly an idiot. Sure, he doesn't notice before they start fucking (he's way too impatient to bother with getting either of them fully undressed) but also - he's been studying Bucky for way the fuck too long to not figure him out when he finally rolls him onto his back and recognizes him properly.

And it really does take him a minute even then, because if it was Bucky why would he let him do this? Why wouldn't he have just said something? Why didn't he say something sooner??

Meanwhile Bucky's sorta half-stunned recognizing that even before Zemo figured him out he'd been saying his name and saying CERTAIN THINGS he never thought he'd hear Zemo say...

Needless to say they need to talk, but Zemo's definitely too wasted for it right then.

#WinterBaron #concept thoughts #fic ideas #free to a good home

[sjsmith56]

The Feast - Chapter 3, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Ileana attends a feast at the palace where she makes the acquaintance of Baron Zemo. Disturbed at the Baron’s intentions, Buchanan pretends to get drunk so that they can retire early. In the privacy of their room they consummate their relationship. Morning brings word of Zemo overstepping his boundaries, leading Buchanan to take care of matters once and for all.

Length: 5K

Characters: Lord Buchanan, Ileana, King Steven, Queen Peg, Baron Zemo, Alice (maidservants), Sir Samuel.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this chapter contains sexual content meant for mature readers over the age of 18. Description of sexual assault on a servant. Remember, this takes place in a medieval world where women were mostly seen as chattel. There is talk of the Queen trying to instil rights for women servants so it’s not all dark.

Author’s notes: In case some of you are wondering if things are happening quickly, the answer is yes, they are. This is a world that is also affected by magic and in later chapters there will be speculation that the magic is trying to push change in the kingdom. It will take several more chapters and some discoveries to uncover why. Photo edit of Baron Zemo by Instagram artist nixakimbo.

<<Chapter 2

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When the call came to dress for the feast Lord Buchanan escorted Ileana up to their room. A male servant and a female servant waited to attend to them. The young woman escorted Ileana into a separate room where the gowns hung. There was also a steaming hot bath ready for her. Helping her undress the woman piled Ileana's hair up and wrapped it in a hair covering then helped her into the bath.

"Lord Buchanan loves the smell of wildflowers," she stated. "I have poured the essence of it into the water. Please bathe at your leisure while I prepare your clothes for you. Which gown will you be wearing M'Lady?"

"The blue one, please," replied Ileana, leaning back in the luxurious bath.

Two days on the road had been hard on her personal hygiene and it felt wonderful to soak in the fragrant water. Thinking about what she knew about baths she remembered reading somewhere that the medieval times were dirty and baths were not common.

"May I ask you a question?" she said to young servant. "First, what is your name? Second, I thought baths were not common in this time."

"My name is Alice, M'Lady," said the woman. "It is true, we didn't know about baths but the number of modern world people reaching our lands brought the knowledge of their benefits to us. Even the poorest peasant will have a weekly bath now. May I ask what your world is like?"

"It could be better," replied Ileana. "I work and have my own place. Sometimes I go home to see my mother. We watch television and go to movies, or out to a club and dance. I'm sorry, none of that probably made any sense to you. We don't work every day or all day, just enough to pay the bills."

"I've heard of television but it doesn't make sense to me," said Alice. "Still I would like to see a movie and not think of my problems for a few hours."

"What problems?" asked Ileana.

"Certain men are always pressing me to bed with them," replied the young servant. "The Queen has decreed we have control over who we bed and when but some men won't take no for an answer. I've tried to deal with it on my own but .... I'm saving myself for a man in my village. We loved each other from childhood. He almost has enough saved to marry me but if I am taken before we wed he will not want me."

"Are the men here, in the palace?" asked Ileana, expecting to hear at least one name.

"The Baron is one, his servant is the other," whispered Alice. "Both of them are wicked men. They watch me with lust in their eyes and it frightens me."

"Have you told the Queen?"

"Yes, but even her hands are tied when it comes to the Baron," said Alice. "No more talk of that villain, please. Let me help you out and dry you."

She dried Ileana, then pulled a clean chemise over her head. The gown was heavy and needed both of them to get it over her head. Alice helped Ileana put soft stockings on and embroidered shoes. Then she sat her down on a chair in front of a mirror and unpinned the hair covering. Expertly braiding sections and twisting others she fashioned Ileana's hair and fastened it with thin silver coloured ribbon-type cords. When she stood up and looked in the mirror Ileana saw a medieval princess staring back at her. Alice smiled.

"After the feast, when you and Lord Buchanan return I will be here to help you disrobe," she said. "Then I will leave you until morning."

"Thank you, Alice," said Ileana.

Alice opened the door and she stepped out to Lord Buchanan being helped into his jacket. She gasped when she saw him in his formal clothes. He wore black leather pants and boots with an embroidered black tunic, covered by a black and grey vest. The jacket was a rich brocade of a gold, black and grey pattern. He had trimmed his beard and his hair was freshly washed. His eyes lit up when he saw her and he offered her his hand. Taking hers he bent over it and kissed it.

"You look beautiful, Ileana," he said. "The Sorceress outdid herself with this gown."

"Thank you," she replied. "I feel beautiful."

Offering her his arm he escorted her out of the room and towards the great hall. The closer they came the louder the hall sounded. When they entered they were greeted by a multitude of musicians, acrobats and dancers weaving their way around the guests. There were performers hanging from the ceiling, wrapped in silks. It reminded Ileana of a Cirque de Soleil performance but she was seeing it in its oldest form. Theatre designed to impress a person with the power of the throne, and the man who sat on it. The King and Queen saw them come in and waved the couple over. Lord Buchanan bowed deeply while Ileana curtsied.

"Your Majesty," said Buchanan loudly. "This is new. Wherever did you find these performers?"

"It's from a modern world company called Cirque de Soleil," said the King just as loudly. "The Sorceress saw it in one of her visions and placed the moving images into my mind. Fantastic isn't it? She found performers in our world and showed them what we wanted. They said they could do it and this is what they came up with."

Ileana smiled and noticed the Queen stifling her smile. She turned slightly and noticed a man watching her. His hair was shorter than Lord Buchanan's but his clothes were just as rich. He sat partially reclined on his chair and gave the impression of being bored with everything. His eyes didn't turn away when they made eye contact but he did smirk. Buchanan looked down at her and saw where she looked. Turning in the same direction he saw the man and his face hardened. The man raised his goblet to Buchanan and drank from it then looked elsewhere.

"The Baron," he said with disgust, turning them both away. "He's aware of you."

"The servant who helped me with my dress said both he and his man servant have been pressing her to bed with them," she said into his ear.

"I'm not surprised," he said. "I told you he doesn't respect boundaries."

"Lord Buchanan," said a voice near them. "I understand congratulations are soon to be given you on your engagement to this enchanting creature."

They both turned and saw the Baron standing near them.

"Baron Zemo, this is the Lady Ileana," said Lord Buchanan, observing polite convention.

"A modern woman, I hear," said the Baron. "Are you sure you won't miss the conveniences of your time to live in the past?"

"I'm very adaptable," said Ileana, gripping Buchanan's arm.

"How long are you staying at the castle, James?" asked the Baron innocently.

Buchanan glared at him. "We are not on a first name basis, Baron," said Buchanan. "I am here for several days then will take my leave and continue the tour of my lands."

"No doubt stopping in to see the Knight Commander and his pets," said the Baron with barely disguised contempt. "Well, my apologies for overstepping the boundaries of our acquaintance. Enjoy the feast My Lady. Buchanan."

He bowed and walked away. "He makes me feel dirty," said Ileana with a shudder.

Buchanan curled his lip. "Pay him no mind," he said, pulling her closer. "As long as you are with me he won't dare touch you."

They continued walking around looking at the various circus performers and musicians. The call came to take their seats and they sat to the right of the King and Queen. After the Bishop said a prayer the food was served. Ileana had never seen such a spread and couldn't begin to remember the names of many of the dishes. She reached a point where she couldn't eat anymore and begged off the remaining dishes. She leaned towards the Queen and asked what the medieval equivalent of an antacid was. Although the Queen laughed she had no answer. Eventually Ileana felt better and could enjoy the entertainment. After an hour the tables were pushed back and the floor cleared for dancing. The Queen leaned to her.

"As the companion of Lord Buchanan you will be expected to dance," she said. "It's pretty simple, really. Slow and graceful. Watch me for the steps."

The King put his hand out to the Queen while Lord Buchanan gave her his hand. Two other couples stood up and they gathered together in two lines of four facing each other, men on one side and women on the other. As the Queen gave her instructions in a low voice she followed her lead and did what she did. It was as the Queen said, slow and graceful. At the end the women curtsied to their man, who then bowed to them. Buchanan took her hand and leaned close.

"You picked that up well," he said. "You are adaptable."

They sat and wine was poured. Ileana sipped hers while Buchanan drank his down and asked for more. His face was a little flushed and she suspected he was a little drunk. He leaned in close and put his hand on her knee as he put his mouth next to her ear.

"I wish for this feast to be over," he said. "I want to touch you tonight."

He kissed her neck, sending goosebumps down her neck and arm, then pulled away and drank more wine. His drinking increased until he reached a point where he was definitely drunk. The King signalled a man servant and suggested to Ileana that the couple retire. The man servant helped Buchanan up, supporting him to their room where the two servants waited to help them disrobe. Ileana wasn't too happy about it which Alice noticed.

"It is his prerogative to drink to the point of drunkenness," she said, sounding defensive to Ileana’s ears. "All powerful men have the right to do what they want, really. He is a good man but he is a powerful one as well."

She left the small room and came back to say Lord Buchanan awaited his Lady, then she left. Dressed only in her chemise and with her hair undone, Ileana opened the door to the bedroom. It was lit only by the fire in the fireplace and its golden light flickered onto the bed where Buchanan lay waiting, already in his nightshirt and propped up on one elbow to watch as she approached.

"Before you get on the bed please know the drunkenness was a sham," he said, clearly no longer under the influence. "I am unable to get drunk but only the King and a few trusted friends know. It has served us well as I am able to infiltrate and spy easily on those who would betray us. For tonight I wished only to hasten our time alone together. Come my love, join me."

Ileana climbed onto the huge bed, facing him as she sat on the bedding. He traced the outline of her face with his fingers, then touched her collarbone.

"Are you nervous, my love?" he asked in a low sultry voice. "You shouldn't be. I will be gentle with you. You've been with a man before so you know what is going to happen between us. I have wanted this from the moment I saw your face."

"I shouldn't be nervous M'lord," she replied. "But I hope I please you."

"Say my given name," he said softly. "Please, say my name."

"James," she whispered, and he kissed her, holding her in his arms.

His hands went under her chemise touching her legs, then up the curve of her bottom to her back as his kisses became more forceful. Just like he had imagined her skin was soft and smelled of wildflowers. Pulling away, his breathing was heavy and he looked deeply at her face and eyes. She pulled her chemise off over her head while he did the same with his nightshirt. Then she took his face in her hands and began kissing him. Her hands moved to his shoulders and down his back pulling him closer to her. He eased her onto her back and looked at her again in a way that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Gently he took her hand, placing it on his cock, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

"Touch me," he said. "I will touch you at the same time."

Reaching between her legs he eased his hand up into her, searching out her entry with his fingers. Using the heel of his hand to massage where her sensitive spot was he inserted one then two fingers inside, curling them to rub her inside spot, instantly bringing a response from her as she gasped. At the same time she stroked him, running her hand up and down his cock. They both experienced a rush of arousal until he pulled his hand out of her and switched to laying on top of her. She was wet with anticipation as he guided himself into her. At first he was almost too large and hard for her but he gently came out then in again and this time her body accepted him fully.

"James," she whispered. "My god..."

"Ileana," he whispered back. "My goddess..."

Moving together as if they were always meant to be with each other, his mouth found every spot it could reach, from her neck to her breasts and then back to her mouth, probing and tasting. Ileana had been with several men in her life but none brought her to the edge of bliss like James did. She thought she had experienced an orgasm before but when she came with James she knew this was her first real one and she cried out in pleasure as her whole body went taut with the ecstasy of release. He followed soon after and called out her name then buried his head into her neck. For several minutes he didn't move except for his hot breath on her neck. Then he lifted himself from her and switched to lay on his side. She rolled to face him and was surprised to see his eyes were wet.

"James, what's wrong?" she whispered.

"Nothing," he said. "It's been so long and I'm overwhelmed with the emotion my coming has released in me. After Elena... I didn't know if I could love again. But I do love you, Ileana. More than I thought I did. It is early in our acquaintance, I know, but I feel like I understand you well."

He gathered her into his arms, cradling her next to his chest. She could hear his heart beating loudly and feel the heat his body had generated during sex. Above all else she felt loved and protected by James, her Lord, surprising herself with the thought. The second time they made love he entered her from behind. It was a rougher encounter and he pushed into her deeply. Uncomfortable at first due to his enthusiasm, when it ended it was exhilarating for her, and mutually enjoyable. In her mind what they did that evening was the best love making she had ever experienced, making her wish she could stay with him forever. In the morning, before the servants arrived he touched her face and asked if she was pleased.

"James," she said softly as she leaned into his touch, "never has any man pleased me so much. Did I please you?"

"Yes, my love," he replied just as softly. "If we were married I would never want a mistress."

His eyes darkened for a moment. "James, what is wrong?" asked Ileana.

"When you awaken in your world you will be gone from mine," he said sadly. "Perhaps it was a mistake to have this night of passion when I know you cannot stay."

"A light that burns twice as bright burns half as long *," whispered Ileana. "Perhaps that is us, our love will burn twice as bright."

[* A line from the movie Blade Runner, if you're wondering.  It has also been attributed to Lao Tzu.]

"My dearest love," he exclaimed, kissing her deeply. "If that is true then we will burn out like a meteor streaking across the sky. I will love you enough for a thousand lifetimes."

They made love again, loudly and with abandon while she rode him from above. He took her hand, directing her to touch herself as he watched. As she came so did he in a loud outcry. When Alice and Gerard, the male servant, came to dress them they had to leave and wait outside the door, fearful of interrupting the couple in the midst of their tryst. When they heard no sound for a period of time the pair knocked on the door and entered. Lord Buchanan nodded at them from the bed where he and Ileana were holding each other.

"Prepare us a bath in Lady Ileana's dressing room," he ordered. "We are going riding today with the King and Queen so we will need our riding clothes. Alice, I wish you to accompany us to attend to my lady. You can ride?"

"Yes M'lord," she curtsied and hurried to the dressing room to begin preparing the bath. Gerard went down to the kitchen to begin loading the buckets of hot water that he would draw up a secret passageway up to the dressing room.

"I'm going to try and protect Alice as much as possible from the Baron while we are here," he said. "It disgusts me that he and his man servant would try to interfere with her. She will stay close to us as much possible."

They continued to hold each other and talk quietly while the two servants prepared the bath, until Gerard came out announcing the bath was ready. He came close to the bed and picked up James nightshirt, helping his lord put it on before he left. Alice came out then and did the same with Ileana's chemise, leaving the couple alone once more.

"We could have just put them on ourselves," said Ileana with amusement in her voice as they got out of bed and walked to the dressing room.

"I know," James replied. "But the more they can do the more they justify their position. If the King ever ran into financial trouble it would be people like them who would lose their livelihoods first."

"How does the King make a living?" asked Ileana, curious.

"Taxes from lords like me, rent from the tenants on his land, selling grain and other foodstuffs from his lands," he replied. "Any of which could be disrupted by a war, or bandits, or those who conspire against him."

They pulled off their nightshirts and entered the wooden tub, barely big enough for the two of them. Buchanan spread his legs and invited her to sit between them then lean back on his chest. Using the sponge he spread water over her shoulders and chest. Caressing her breasts he started kissing her neck.

"Are you wanting me?" Ileana asked. "I thought we were cleaning up after the night we had."

"We are," he smiled. "But I have a beautiful naked woman on my body right now. I would be a fool if I didn't take advantage of it."

Ileana rolled over and faced him, kneeling between his legs. She could see he was already aroused. Taking the sponge she filled it with water and ran it over his shoulders and chest, leaning close enough to him to kiss him. Pulling her close to him he continued to kiss her and pulled her up enough to mount his now hard cock.

"Show me how you ride again," he smirked.

Smiling she began moving on him slowly, drawing it out sensuously. As she pleasured him he laid his head back, biting his lip. He fondled her breasts, then ran his hands back to her bottom gripping it and forcing it harder on him and her.

"Go faster and harder," he said. "I'm getting close."

She did as he asked and pushed her pelvis down into his, increasing her pleasure. Shifting so that more of him was in her, he got a devilish grin on his face and took her fingers, sucking them one at a time, before offered his fingers for her to do the same. Grabbing her hips again he began thrusting up into her making her gasp at how deep he was. Water was splashing out of the tub with the force of their actions and he twisted her body on his cock trying to force that last little bit that would send her over her edge. Grabbing her face he kissed her deeply, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Finally she came and she opened her mouth to cry out. He felt her tighten just as he felt himself bulge with his climax as he yelled with her. While they both came down from their apex he pulled her close to him, kissing her head, face, and mouth.

"My Ileana," he whispered. "Oh my lady, I love you."

They kissed again passionately and laid in the water until it became cold. Feeling her start to shiver he told her to stand up. He dried her then wrapped a drying cloth around her. He wrapped one around his waist and pulled another one from a hook to dry his chest and arms.

"Tell Alice I'm sorry for the mess," he said and left the dressing room for his.

Alice entered moments later, her face red and her eyes swollen. Ileana noticed right away.

"What's happened?" she asked. "Alice, tell me."

"Nothing, M'Lady," she sniffed. "Stubbed my toe."

"Alice, I know what stubbing my toe looks like and this isn't it," she said emphatically. "Now, what happened?"

"The Baron's manservant cornered me as I passed by the Baron's room on my way here," she said. "He dragged me in and they both...."

She broke down crying and Ileana experienced a surge of rage. Walking to the door of her dressing room she looked out and saw Buchanan being dressed.

"M'lord, may I see you for a moment?" she said. "It's urgent."

He came in and saw Alice weeping and immediately anger sprang to his face as he deduced what had happened. Kneeling down to Alice he looked at her gently.

"Tell me, Alice," he said. "Tell me everything and I will deal with it.”

She told him how the servant had cornered her, dragging her into the Baron's room. He was partially dressed and thanked his servant for bringing him a tasty morsel to eat. While the servant held her the Baron had reached under her dress and touched her privates with his tongue and fingers. She had screamed and struggled at their actions while they laughed before letting her go.

"Why would he do that to me?" she asked. "I'm a virgin and I don't know these things but I know it was wicked."

"You were violated and it was wrong," said James, barely keeping control. "Ileana, please counsel Alice here while I take care of the Baron once and for all."

Buchanan left, his face full of grim determination. It was only later that Ileana learned what happened after he left their room. After quickly dressing he went to the King, telling him how the Baron had abused the King's hospitality and insulted the Queen by his assault on a servant. He then announced his intentions. With the King's backing he went to the Baron's room and threw his glove at him, challenging him to a duel. The Baron tried to talk his way out of it but in the process insulted Lord Buchanan, and a second glove was thrown at the villain. There was no backing down and the Baron had to accept the challenge. As the challenged man, the Baron set the terms, choosing a duel to the death, set for dawn the following morning. In the meantime the Baron and his manservant were evicted from the palace.

A messenger hawk was sent to the Knight Commander to act as second for Lord Buchanan. Arriving shortly before noon, he spent the day with Buchanan and the King. Ileana learned part of the day was spent practicing sword work as the Baron was known as a master swordsman. There was no feast but the King did host a dinner for a small group which Ileana was expected to attend. Not expecting to see Alice again, she was surprised when the young woman appeared to assist her.

"Alice," she said. "You didn't have to come."

"I did M'Lady," she said. "You and Lord Buchanan have been so good to me. You both believed me right away."

Ileana wore the green gown for the dinner and entered the King's private dining hall to see Buchanan at the side of the room with the King and a handsome dark skinned man, who Ileana assumed was the Knight Commander, Sir Samuel. Buchanan came to her immediately, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Lady Ileana, please come and meet a good friend," he said, drawing her to Sir Samuel. The Knight Commander turned to her, his eyes lighting up in appreciation.

"My Lady," he bowed deeply. "Buck has told me of your beauty but he was too reserved in his descriptions. You are second only to our Queen in fairness."

"Thank you, Sir Samuel," she replied. "You are too kind."

The friends ate dinner where both the King and Queen attempted to keep things light but everyone knew that the following day could produce the death of Lord Buchanan.

"Sam has agreed to be my second," said Buchanan to Ileana. "Tonight I must be in seclusion and pray for my soul. I'm sorry my love, but you must sleep alone tonight.”

The King asked Lord Buchanan to speak privately with him and both men left the table. Sir Samuel leaned to Ileana and spoke quietly.

"This duel has been a long time coming," he said. "Has Buck ever told you the real reason he despises the Baron?"

"No, would you tell me?" she replied.

"Many years ago before we went to war with the Mad Titan to reclaim the King's realm Buck was prepared to live life as a farmer as his father had done," he said. "His father had done very well and the family was highly regarded. Buck was in love with the daughter of another farming family who had done well and a marriage was arranged but the banns not read. Then the war started and he felt honour bound to become a soldier for our King. That is where I met him where we became fast friends. The war lasted six years and another man came between Buck and his love."

"The Baron?" asked Ileana.

"Yes, he wasn't the Baron then," said Sam. "Zemo was handsome, charming and he wanted Hannah as his wife. He offered a large dowry to her father to cancel the previous arrangement, and it was accepted. When Buck came home his love was married off to Zemo. The villain wasn't a good husband to her, keeping several mistresses. Buck offered his fortune to Zemo to divorce her but he refused out of spite. She took her own life in despair and Buck left for the Holy Land to be a monk. While he was gone, Zemo's father died under mysterious circumstances and Zemo became the Baron. He began harassing Buck's father, claiming he had missed his taxes and other such nonsense. Before he could evict the old man the King sent for Buck, naming him a Baron as well, awarding him his own estate lands. He refused to be known as Baron due to his dislike of Baron Zemo and has gone by Lord Buchanan ever since, which was his middle name after his mother's family. She passed away in his youth. The hate between the two men is deep."

“Is it true the Baron is a master swordsman?” she asked.

“The Baron is a very capable swordsman and he could kill Buck during the duel,” admitted Sir Samuel. “He is also devious and not a man to be trusted.”

For the first time Ileana felt fear for James. She wanted to have faith in him but the Baron was a good swordsman and was willing to do whatever it took to kill Buchanan.

"You don't look well, Lady Ileana," said Sam. "Let me get Buck to tend to you."

Buchanan came back with Sam, suggesting that she retire early. Offering her his arm, she had barely taken a few steps when she felt sick to her stomach. Easily lifting her into his arms, Buchanan took her to their room, laying her on the bed. Alice came to assist in Ileana’s disrobing to prepare her for sleep, leading her to the dressing room. When the two women returned, Buchanan still sat on the edge of the bed, fully clothed.

"Alice, I must spend the night in seclusion and prayer to prepare for the duel," he said. "Can you sleep with Lady Ileana tonight so she isn't alone?"

"Yes, M'lord," she said, bowing her head.

Tucking the covers in around Ileana himself, he kissed her on the forehead, touched her cheek, stood up and left. Ileana broke down in tears, curling in on herself. Later when Alice had finished her other household duties she came, undressed down to her chemise and climbed into bed with Ileana, promising she wouldn't leave her alone during the night. The two women talked quietly for some time then eventually fell asleep.

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WIP Game

tagged by @winterbonesthings and haaaaaaa okay 😰

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I am absolutely not tagging as many people as I have WIPs... and I'm only including HTP and TFATWS because that's what I'm most interested in writing rn (otherwise I have about NINE additional folders?)

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Won't Leave pt2 Brock 'n Roll Five Senses Something (something) Untitled Winterbones gun preCATWS Winterbones + Cole Place in the Dark Gunsmut tagteam Croquembouche pt2 Dogshow Drunk Winterbones Dusty boots Handfeeding Hi. This is smut. Kink Ask Meme Kink Meme 2023 Merry Whump of May Sex Worker Bucky Reverse Winterbones Rumlow - body worship Rumlow being reared for the soldier ShieldBones Sparring winterbones STRIKE TEAM The Hand That Feeds Untitled2 Virgin soldier WalkerBones Whumpcember 2022 Winterbones - more boots Winterbones + Cole rd2 Winterbones alpha-beta-omega Winterbones electrocution Winterbones blowjob lessons WinterWalker shield fight Young!WalkerBones Young!Rumlow/Soldier

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420 fic Bootkink pt2 Winterbaron snippets Have You Any pt4 Heinrich, WinterBaron HTP: WinterWalker Nagel/Zemo Olivia/Lemar/Walker Sad Walkerbation SamBucky??? Selby Scene - Sam POV Sugarbaby Torres TorresBarnes Untitled3 Walker/FlagSmasher Walkerbation WalkerPuppy Winterbaron MDMA WinterBaron riding crop WinterBaron sparring WinterBaron vibeplug WinterBaronVenom WinterBaronVenom2 WinterBaronWalker: it's Bucky's turn winterwalker fight Zemo Gets Wrecked Zemo Masturbation Zemo/Raft Guards pt2

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[six-demon-bag]

home is where your teeth sink

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: Things go sideways when Zemo tries to rescue a kidnapped Bucky only to find him entirely feral and entirely focused on him.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Helmut Zemo, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Feral Behavior, Scent Drunk, Knotting, Mating Bites, Pining, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Word count: 3538

Link: home is where your teeth sink

Excerpt: 

Hidden deep in the building he finds a heavy, padlocked door and he’s not sure he’s ready to find out what’s inside. He tries to break the lock, but it’s far too sturdy. Luckily, the guard he’d killed just down the hall has a ring of keys, and he grabs them irritably, rushing back to the door and undoing the heavy locks. They’d been prepared to contain a supersoldier, clearly, but they hadn’t counted on Zemo. He throws the door open and rushes in, gun raised. He’s a few steps into the room when he takes his first breath, and realizes his mistake.

#winterbaron #a/b/o #pwp #sixdemon fic

[smertzimy]

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SEND 🥂 (OR “TOAST”, IF YOU CAN’T SEE THE EMOJI) TO SHARE A TOAST WITH MY MUSE ON NEW YEAR’S EVE.

Now having gone along with the avengers new years party and also dragging Zemo with him had maybe not been Bucky's brightest ideas since he notoriously didn't do well with fireworks or people. "I told you i knew what i was doing." Bucky pointed out with a small chuckle and nudging Zemo with his shoulder. Sitting in the coat closet with Banner, a drunk Bucky and a equally drunk Thor with appearances by Sam when the clock hit midnight maybe wasn't what Zemo had imagined, but it worked the years before? "Happy new year." Bucky chuckled before placing a kiss against the other's cheek. "We can go back once they're done..... Being noisy."

#v; stars and stripes #I HAD TO DO THIS OK #Coat closet conferance

[james-bucky-barnes-imagines]

saving bucky barnes chapter 9

"Zemo you just want me so you can get too bucky. Do you think I will let my guard down ?.. I won't ever I will never allow you to take bucky back to hydra. " Zemo replied I'm surprised you actually want a book on cooking from sokoiva". You look down "I've never tried it. but you always smelled so delicious I wanted to taste the food myself. " Zemo smirks, "I would love to teach you how to cook it properly draga. If you would let me in the tower I can teach you". you chuckle, nice try but I'm not inviting you into the tower. you let out a small whine as another cramp causes you to double over in pain. Zemo whispers his voice slightly thicker. you know draga it will only get worse, I've studied wolves if they don't have an alpha mate them they often go feral, or they are attacked by hunters because they are weaker. Clint walks back in holding a frozen coffee. "the Cinnabon place was closed". Zemo why are you here he asks with a death glare". you pick up your books and take them to the checkout counter. Zemo speaks softly "I came to apologize to y/n after I heard about what happened I realized it was all my fault." Clint checks on you over his shoulder what do u mean? I already know u hurt her last night are you telling me you don't remember doing that? Zemo looks down no I heard about the 8 dead bodies they found outside of a bar. they were all mauled by some animal 4 blocks from where she threw me through the wall. Clint whispers that's why she was drunk last night when we found her.

What do you mean? Clint, where did you find y/n? Clint checks on you again before replying. Bucky and I heard her scream and ran to her room to find her in the shower with all her clothes on, trying to frantically wash off she was saying it won't come off it won't come off. we had to give her some medicine to calm her down so we could find out what happened. bucky slept in his room with her to make sure she was ok. she came to the bookstore trying to feel better hence the coffee. you walk back over to Clint. "im checked out can we go now I do not want that smell getting on my jacket I just washed it" Zemo looks up at you "I am sorry for my actions draga but I meant what I said. " you glare at him "stay away from my human Zemo that's a warning. with that you disappear having teleported back to the tower. clint goes to talk to bucky. "bucky did you know she killed 8 people last night ? " bucky looks up from cleaning his guns "no but that would explain why she was so drunk last night I thought zemo had tried to trigger her and she managed to get away but that makes a lot more sense. Clint says zemo showed up at the book store he apologized to her but then threatened her because she won't come with him. bucky gets up and walks out to the kitchen where you are curled up reading under the counter. you look up at him and say softly I'm not mad at you anymore I understand you just wanted me to rest so I didn't get sick. y/n you killed 8 people last night why didn't you tell me that this morning? bucky stands there with his arms crossed looking very irritated waiting for an answer. you look down I don't remember doing it bucky I had no idea when zemo tried to bite me everything went black and then black I woke up next to you. bucky kneels on one knee and gently tilts your head back to make you look directly in the eyes with him . bucky i promise i didnt know . bucky gets up and walks back over to clint . " she says she dosent remember any thing and i can tell her in her eyes the the only thing she remembers is me triggering her to pass out . she has trama from zemo he used to taunt her and he was quite cruel to her he put her in the chair more made her fight more often it was like he was on a mission to make her kill him and then one night she snapped thats the night she still has nightmares about we almost escaped but she blacked out again and i was the only one around she attacked me and we both woke up in the med bay the doctors say the only reason i didnt bleed out was because my heart was beating so slowly from the extreme cold from the winter . i dont know why but she didnt leave me they said she was trying to get me too wake up when they found us. after that they kept her separated from me i would hear her screams i have no idea what he did to her but it must be pretty traumatic for her to switch personalities for hours like that . clint whispers keep an eye on her he might tell the police they might come asking questions. it dosent matter if she doesn't remember doing it she did it . she said something about a scent getting in her jacket at the store she just washed it . bucky looks over towards the kitchen before whispering cherry blossoms she told me before thats what he smells like normally i imagine now he smells like that plus the scent of an alpha. the two walk over to the kitchen to find you asleep with your blanket and a book in top in your lap.

zemo couldn't sleep the scent of you drove him mad he wanted nothing more than to rut deep inside of you . he was fascinated with you while u were at hydra. he had a soft spot for you that was why he would train your harder, he didnt want you being replaced. when he almost lost you he separated you from the soldier, unless the two of you were sparing or on a mission. he couldnt out his finger on it but he didnt want to let you go unfortunately him pushing you so hard caused him to one of the first ones you attacked when you finally did snap it was terrifying. he wanted to teach you how to cook the dishes from his home land sonce you seemed so intrigued by them . he knew he had to bring the soldier back with or without you he snarled at the thought of them hurting you again he get up to take a shower hoping it would help he allowed the water to run he leaned his head back trying to calm him self .

#alpha zemo #helmut zemo #savingbuckybarnes