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Day 23: Hate Fucking - Helmut Zemo

Kinktober Day 23: Hate Fucking - Helmut Zemo x f!reader

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His presence had been a pain in your ass for the entire mission. In fact, you couldn’t help but complain about him constantly since the second Bucky had broken him out of prison, nearly walking away from the entire situation as Zemo strolled through the door.

A small part of you understood why he was needed but by god, he was making it difficult with his condescending, manipulative, self-righteous arrogance constantly being a thorn in your side, there was only so far you could be pushed.

“You’re not leaving me with him!” you argued, trying to block the exit.

“Sorry kid, you know we need someone to keep an eye on him” Bucky tried to reason, sighing as you wouldn’t move out of his way.

“Then I’ll go with Sam! Just don’t leave me with him, I can’t be held accountable for my actions if I’m left alone with him” you tried to bargain but you knew it was a waste of time.

“I also do not need a babysitter James” Zemo pipped up from where he sat reading his book, lounging on the couch.

You and Bucky gave him a pointed look, he did of course need someone looking after him, he was a fugitive after all.

“Listen, we won’t be away for long, just sit a few feet away from each other and you’ll be fine” Bucky squeezed your shoulder once more gently moving you away from the door, walking out without looking back, not giving you the chance to argue back.

Turning on the spot you began to open your mouth to argue with Sam but he gave you a sympathetic smile, “sorry kid, we won’t be long, try not to kill each other until we’re back”. He too left, locking the door behind him leaving you alone with Helmut who didn’t seem phased by the situation but you knew he was just as angered as you were.

You weren’t subtle with your movements, stomping with heavy feet over to the armchair, not caring that you looked childish in any way, fed up that you were being left behind once again in the mission to do the job that held no value.

Scrolling through your phone, you become easily lost in tik toks, helping the time to pass and trying not to laugh as each video scrolled by, trying to keep the scowl on your face just in case Zemo looked over, not quite caring in the pettiness you were displaying.

A sudden movement out of the corner of your peripheral vision had you sitting bolt upright, reaching for the gun that was strapped tightly to the holster of your thigh, pointing it in Zemo’s direction as he gently stood.

Lazily holding his hands up, he continued walking, not phased at all by your threat. “Easy dragă, I’m just going to use the bathroom”. Taking a second to determine whether you believed him, you finally relaxed your stance.

“Don’t call me that” you mumbled, slotting the gun back into its place and watching with keen eyes as he moved to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Your eyes then shifted towards your phone timer, watching as it ticked by, with each passing minute, your stomach churned in anticipation. When it had officially been 10 minutes, you were striding towards the door, banging heavily against the wood with your fist.

Zemo opened the door instantly, a smirk teasing you on his face like he had been waiting for you to do this, testing to see how long it would take you.

“I’m not going anywhere dragă, you really need to relax” the Baron leant against the doorframe, crossing his arms as his eyes travelled up and down your form.

“Not so easy to do with such an arrogant prick in the room”.

Helmut’s smirk shifted to a smile, “you seem awfully pent up”.

The way he was staring at you had your insides twisting but you weren’t sure in what way, feeling unnerved you began to step away, muttering, “whatever Helmut”. However, a firm grip around your arm stopped your movements, spinning you back to look at the Baron. “If you don’t remove yourself from my arm, you’re a dead man Zemo”.

One thing you should have accounted for was his training, forgetting momentarily, not having enough time to dig your heels into the carpet as he was able to shove you back into a nearby wall, lungs being winded by the impact. “What the fuck-”

He was quick, quicker than you had expected him to be as he was able both disarm you, the gun now skidding across the floor, and your arms being pinned to your side.

“No more talking from you” his voice was low, not aggressive like you’d expected it to be compared to his actions, instead it was laced with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. You tried to squeeze out of his grip, knees lifting to kick him but he leaned his weight heavily over you, leaving you momentarily defenceless.

It also meant that he was so close to your face that you could smell his expensive aftershave, citrusy with a hint of smoke. “Why do you fight me so much dragă?”

His question threw you through a loop, confusion settling across your expression, eyes dropping to watch his lips as he spoke but that was only due to the close proximity. “You know why I hate you Zemo, that’s no fucking reason to slam me against the wall”.

Helmut chuckled darkly, his own eyes searching over your face, “oh I have every reason to slam you into the wall dragă”. Before your brain could overthink his works, and understand the connotations behind his emphasis, Zemo dipped his head, lips lazily connecting with yours.

Initially, you were too shocked to turn your face away, eyes wide as you could feel the scratch of his facial hair against the softness of your cheeks. The man holding you close shifted back an inch, eyes darting between yours trying to gauge your reaction.

You couldn’t even think, not with your head anyway as a deep ache began to radiate between your legs so as his face hovered close to yours, you moved first.

The kiss was chaotic, with no rhythme just licking, pulling lips with teeth, both trying to frantically kiss the other harder, not being able to move quick enough, heads tilting from side to side as his hands finally released their grip on your arms, giving you the freedom, to pull his jumper, chest bumping harder against yours.

You’d not even realised just how pent up you truly were as a strong thigh pushed between your legs leaving your cunt grinding down on the muscle, mouth opening in a quick gasp before it was swallowed up by Helmut’s tongue dancing with your own.

Zemo seemed to be moving with just as much passion and ferocity as his hands dropped to the zipper of your jeans, you wanted this, want to get rid of some of that tension before you exploded. Releasing the grip on his jumper, your hands mirrored his, gripping his belt and hastily undoing it but not as smoothly as his, your hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline.

“Fuck” you grunted as your jeans were harshly pulled down with your underwear to your knees and before you could do the same to him, your body was being turned, face now being pushed up against the cool wall, hips being jutted out slightly.

“Hurry up” he couldn’t have moved any quicker if he tried as he pulled out his cock, you couldn’t even see it over your shoulder from the positioning, only realising he had even released himself when his lips attached to your ear lobe and the hard press of his tip moved against your cunt.

Zemo swears as he feels how wet you are, only taking a second to compose himself before tilting his hips up. He was bigger than you had expected, your pussy trembling with the stretch as inch after inch delved deeper. He was moving too slow so with a grunt you pushed your hips backwards, taking the remainder of his cock causing you both to shudder, you felt so full but you still needed more.

It seemed that Helmut was experiencing as much urgency as he began to fuck you hard, his hand disappearing into your head, tugging back your head to expose your neck giving him the perfect opportunity to bite the junction between neck and shoulder.

“Ah! Don’t fucking mark me you possessive freak” he chuckled, licking over the spot that he had just bit to soothe the skin before putting all of his energy to thrust deeper and harder, your face aching from the impact of your body being pushed forward but you didn’t care, finding some sick joy in the mixture of pleasure and pain.

His lips were back teasing the shell of your ear, “you should stop fighting me all the time, we could have such great fun”.

“Shut up and fuck me, Zemo”.

Saying his name seemed to snap something within him, his cock pulling all the way out leaving you feeling oddly empty before he was dragging you over the island in the middle of the kitchen, not without its difficulties with your jeans halfway down your legs.

Just as you felt like you were about to fall on your face, you found yourself being pushed until your front was against the marble countertop and before you could react, Zemo was fucking you again. His grip on your hips was harsh enough that you knew they would be bruises later but you didn’t care, mouth gaping open releasing a steady stream of moans.

His thrusts were hitting you so deep, stroking against all of the beautiful spots within, your juices coating him, causing each thrust to squelch. You felt it now, Zemo moving so quickly that you didn’t have time to dwell in that blissful build-up, it was simply just there tight and arousing and then you were cuming, hard, walls fluttering around his cock.

The tight grip your cunt had on him was nearly overwhelming for the Baron as his thrusts faltered and he too was cuming, coating you with every ounce of cum that he had in his tightened balls. His seed spilt out of you, dripping down your thighs as he all but collapse against your back.

It didn’t take long for him to recover, however, silently easing his cock out and walking away without another word but you were fine with that, rushing to the bathroom to clean yourself. It also took longer than you expected as you had to wash your face repeatedly to try and get the glazed “I’ve just been fucked” expression off of your face.

Re-entering the main room, you noted that Zemo had returned to the couch, reading the same book as before acting like nothing had even happened so you sat as well, trying not to glance at him every few seconds, mind both overthinking and blank at the same time, the only sign that something had actually happened was the slight pulsing still tingling in your cunt.

Only a few moments later the front door was unlocking, and Sam and Bucky returned from wherever they had visited.

“Good to see you two haven’t killed each other” Bucky commented, dropping into the chair adjacent to yours.

“I can be good sometimes, Barnes” you retorted, noticing the slight smirk on Zemo’s lips.

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Zemo and delightful

In honor of my pipes freezing on Christmas…

Helmut Zemo x Female Reader

Frozen fractals of ice crystallize their way across the window panes of your hideout as you try to hug the numbing cold out of your own torso, his stare from across the room doing little to warm you up.

“You’re shivering,” his voice reaches you before his feet do, his gloved fingers skillfully unbuttoning his jacket as he approaches.

“What?” You continue to rub your hands up and down your arms instinctively, failing to increase your warmth at all. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t be foolish, draga,” he opens his coat to you, revealing a thick purple turtleneck underneath. “Let us help each other.”

You stare at him in awe before the plummeting temperature prickles at your cheeks and rattles your bones, nearly forcing you to step into him with your arms still clung tightly around your body. You let him envelop you with his cloak like some sort of winged creature shielding you from the night, frigid and biting against your skin. His inherent tenderness surprises you as he draws you in close, the warmth of his body spreading into your chest as he deftly wraps his arms around you.

“Delightful, isn’t it? Our bodies keeping each other warm?” he whispers against your hair as you nestle into his shoulder, the soft fur of his collar gently brushing against your face.

“Maybe.” You want to at least put on some semblance of an act before you unclasp your arms and wrap them around his abdomen, squeezing him affectionately. “Just don’t tell Sam.”

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multific · 1 year

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If He doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing will

Cruella!Helmut Zemo x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Summary: Helmut Zemo, the best designer, a cold and manipulative man. You, a barista, a kind and gentle person. Nothing common between you two yet fate had its ways to toy with you.

A/N: None of the above pictures are mine, all rights go to their owners, especially the beautiful work of art by @enstatia which inspired this whole story.

Baron Helmut Zemo is the best fashion designer in the entire world.

He was rich, smart and elegant. He was adored by some and hated by many.

He wasn't a gentleman, he was rude and cunning, and he always got what he wanted. In the name of fashion, he had done many terrible things.

The Sokovian noble born became a well-known name in the entire world after his first collection.

Most people knew him for his famous furs, others knew him because he liked to crush the competition, literally.

He always said, fashion isn't kind, so why should he be?

You were always fascinated by fashion, even if you didn't have a taste for it or the money to afford it.

But Zemo's collections always stood out for you, you spent many many hours looking at his clothing. His taste and creativity were beyond everything you could ever imagine.

But you will never be able to afford anything of his, working in a coffee shop certainly didn't give you the paycheck of your dreams, if you were honest you barely made enough to live but you dreamed big.

You let out a long sigh as you were getting ready to close the store finally. A long shift and you were the only one remaining to close it all up.

Just as you were sweeping the floors, a man came rushing in, he was heaving, he clearly had a run, but who would run in a suit like that?

"We are cl-"

"PLEASE! I need a double espresso urgently."

"Sorry, Sir."

"I NEED that coffee or my boss will kill me! Please! I pay extra, double, triple whatever but I need that coffee." he was desperate, probably a new started who was trying to impress their boss.

"Okay." you ended up saying. "But! This is the first and only time! You have to come next time during open hours!"

"Thank you! THANK YOU!"

You made the coffee as best as you could in your tired state before handing it to him.

He really did leave a nice tip for you and was soon out the door, running.

You shook your head and closed up.

The next day, everything went normally. Customers came, left, some leaving you nice tips.

Then, when you stood behind the bar, he arrived again.

"Hello. Coming this time during normal hours." he laughed lightly. "Look my boss really liked the coffee you made for him, so I'll have to come here regularly from now on, maybe even more than once a day. So, I'll always order the same, double espresso, like you made yesterday and for me a cappuccino."

And just like he said, he came to the store every morning at 7:50 sharp, ordered the same thing every time and occasionally, he arrived in the afternoon.

"I do see why Boss likes your coffee, the cappuccino you made for me was amazing."

He was your first regular customer. He told you he worked for a big company and had a husband and a german shepherd. He was talkative as if he didn't have anyone to talk to about these things during the day.

Then, one day, he didn't come in the morning.

It was strange coming from someone sharp.

But, you went on with your day, and just as you were ready to close, the front doorbell sounded off.

It gave you deja vu.

"Sorry, but we are closi-" you stopped immediately when you noticed the man in front of you.

Baron Helmut Zemo.

The leading man in fashion, in this little store.

"I didn't have my espresso today, you see my assistant got sick."

That explained a lot, like how he was always so dressed and in a hurry.

You didn't know what to do. To deny him coffee would be a death sentence.

He sat down at a table like it was the most casual thing.

You made him the coffee, just like you always did.

"Anything else I could get you?" you asked as you placed the mug in front of him.

"No, thank you." as he picked up the mug his hand brushed against yours.

He was much nicer than people made him in their stories. Maybe he was having a good day, you didn't want to poke around, so you left and went back to whipping tables and cleaning the floor.

When he finished, he left you a good tip and without another word, he was off.

Everything happened so fast, you wondered if it was even real.

In the end, you convinced yourself that it couldn't possibly be Baron Zemo, and you just moved on.

The next day, the assistant guy didn't come nor did Zemo so you really must have been imagining things.

However on the third day, just before closing time, both arrived.

"We are still in time right?" asked the assistant, whose name you just remembered being Bucky. "Can I also get a slice of that chocolate cake please?" he asked as he ordered while the Baron sat down. You knew better so you acted like a professional and served them both.

And while they talked about work, you cleaned the tables.

"Y/N." you heard your name being called, nearly making you jump. "Can you help us?"

"No need to bother her, James, I know what I want."

Bucky rolled his eyes as you walked over, you looked at the drawings in front of them.

Two beautiful suits, one dark with fur around the neck, white with black dots, reminded you of dalmatians, the other suit just as beautiful, dark green with gold embellishments. Both are similar styles for a very very rich man.

"Which one do you think is better?" you looked at both of them.

"Both look really nice."

"You have to pick." said the Baron and you picked up both papers.

"I like this one better." you said placing the dotted one back on the table. Zemo had a smirk on his face while Bucky huffed. "But it's missing something." you said as your eyes were glued to the paper.

"Boss said the same thing." said Bucky before taking the other drawing and putting it away.

"Is it for a man or woman?" you asked as it wasn't clear from the drawing, your question was for Bucky but Zemo answered.

"It's for me. It will be made out of fur, real fur, but as you said, it's missing something. And I'm not going to the fashion show with an incomplete piece."

Then you remembered something.

"Do you have pencils?" you asked and Bucky nodded, he gave you the box of coloured pencils.

They both watched you as you did something.

You showed them both.

You added red gloves. Ones that were missing on the fingers.

They both went silent. Completely silent and you knew you messed up.

"I-I'm sorry. I ruined it." you were about to place it on the table when the Baron grabbed it and looked at it.

"He loves it." said Bucky. "He always has that face when he loves something.

"Incredible! You have an eye for fashion!"

"I really don't, Sir. I just-"

"Come with me to the fashion show in Rome! I need your eye, your talent is impeccable."

You tried to refuse, you really did. But it was hard to argue with a Baron. And in the end, you had to go. Because who were you to say no?

You told your boss you are sick, so you won't be able to make it for two weeks.

You couldn't believe you were going to miss work, but the nice check the Baron put into your hands was twice as much as you made in three months.

"For your time." he said when he placed it into your hands. And you nearly doubled over at the amount written on it.

"This is too much."

"Not at all. It's barely anything for your time." he said as he left.

You learned he loved to have the last word.

And now here you were, looking into your wardrobe, realizing just how poor you were.

You didn't even have decent clothes to wear to work let alone to the biggest fashion event!

Then the packages arrived.

Clothes, some were so new they weren't even announced just yet.

And a simple note that the delivery guy handed you as Bucky carried the boxes into your tiny apartment.

'Wear these. H.Z.'

A simple message, you couldn't question it. Then you realized you never even tell him your address let alone your sizes to be able to send you clothes.

"Bucky? How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, easy, Boss told me, he had a feeling you wouldn't have any dresses for a fashion event, so he sent me along, you should try them on."

He sat down on your couch sipping a glass of wine.

Just where did he get the wine from? And how did his boss know where you lived?

And again, you couldn't say no, so you tried everything on. If you were honest you were impressed and also happy to have Bucky there, you had a great time.

Then, the day came.

But instead of Bucky, a driver came to pick you up. It was a luxurious car which drove you to the airport.

You didn't even dare to talk to him, but you do remember his name when he introduced himself, Frederick.

He looked like the kind of intimidating guy who was actually really sweet and kind. But you rather not push his buttons.

"Here she is." said the Baron as you got out of the car, a luxurious jet awaiting the two of you. "James sadly couldn't make it, his husband had an accident and he wanted to stay with him. But fashion doesn't wait so it will be the two of us on this trip, I hope that is okay with you."

"Most certainly." you said as he lead you into the jet and showed you where everything was.

You weren't sure why you were even there, because he liked your idea of red gloves? Because you made good coffee? Why were you there?!

"I can almost hear you thinking, how about we do something creative instead of your worries." he thought you were scared of flying. You weren't. But it was a better excuse than the fact that you had a very handsome and rich man sitting right across from you and it made you nervous.

He placed a couple of drawings in front of you, all with women's clothing this time, gorgeous gowns and suits.

"Which one should be the centrepiece of my show?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair, watching you closely

You looked at him for a moment before looking at the table, why was he asking you? He must have one already.

Collections don't come out unless you have one, do they?

You looked at him as he was sipping some champagne before your eyes moved across the drawings.

Was this a test? It had to be. He had to be toying with you. Or it could be genuine, but you had your doubts.

You picked the dress you liked the most and he nodded.

He didn't comment or ask anything, he just simply nodded and left it at that.

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When you arrived in Rome, your breath was taken away. This lifestyle. This level of luxury that came so naturally for him was something you never even imagined.

You got a room in the most expensive hotel, your room was more like an apartment. The view was gorgeous.

And again, you asked yourself, what were you doing there?

Then the phone in the room rang, and you picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Darling, let's go and get something to eat, you must be hungry from the flight." It was Zemo.

"Oh, sure."

"Let's meet in the lobby, 10 minutes?"

And sure enough, ten minutes later, there he was, standing in the middle like a King in a gorgeous deep wine-red suit. While you had jeans and a shirt on... great. You should have changed.

As he turned and saw you, he did make a face, he hoped you didn't see, but you surely did.

Half of the things on the menu, you couldn't even pronounce, so you stuck with something you knew, hamburgers and fries. It also worried you that you couldn't find the prices.

Zemo got something very Italian. By the sound of it.

It looked really nice, some nice pasta, cheese, but your burger, oh, your burger was everything.

It was so delicious, you nearly went blind eating it. And the fries were beyond this world.

"I hope you are enjoying yourself, is your room appropriate?"

"More than that. I have a huge balcony, I can see the Colosseum from there!"

"Glad to hear that you enjoy it. What about the dresses? I sent you a couple, do you not like them?" his brows furrowed as he pointed at your top.

"Oh, they are beautiful, but I just wasn't sure when to wear them."

"Whenever you see fit. They are yours after all." he said that but he clearly didn't mean it. He wanted you to wear those dresses, it was clear.

"They cannot be mine, they are way too expensive." you argued as you thought he only gave them for the trip.

"I made them just for you, they only fit you." you really didn't want to believe him.

But you went along with it.

You knew better than to argue with Baron Zemo himself.

Later that evening, you sat out on the balcony, taking in the view then suddenly something hit you.

"Did he say he MADE them just for me?" sudden realization hit you like a train.

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The first day of the fashion show, you felt really out of place. Even with the beautiful dress you had on, you didn't feel comfortable at all.

You were nervous as you entered the car and you were even more nervous when you realized that there are paparazzi.

"Take deep breaths, don't look into the flash and you'll be fine. And smile." Zemo said as he put his arm around you and guided you through the crowd. People were trying to ask questions but he only waved and smiled.

And then, you were inside.

The first show wasn't Zemo's. It was a woman's collection. Filled with colour and texture. Not really your style, but you just sat there, not making any faces. There were too many cameras watching, if they caught you at the wrong time, your life could be over.

"What do you think?" asked Zemo as he leaned over and into your ear. You were in the middle of watching another oversized coat walk down the runway.

"Not my favourite. Everything is too big, it swallows them." you said honestly, turning to him, hoping no one heard you.

"Quite right, My Dear." he said before leaning back and continuing to watch.

About three more collections later, that day was done.

And the fact that you didn't like anything... worried you. Zemo asked every time, how you like it, but you could never say a good thing.

How can someone be exhausted after such a day?

All you had to do was sit and smile occasionally when Zemo introduced you to people.

Oh, the number of men and women who could kill you with their eyes just to be standing next to the man who kept his arm around your waist.

He always introduced you as a friend, but the looks you received from people were not meant for a friend. They saw you as a threat.

But now, you were back at the hotel, sitting on the balcony, still in that gorgeous dress as you enjoyed your view.

You promised yourself that morning that you are going to enjoy your time here. After all, who knew if you would ever be able to make it back to Rome anytime soon or ever in your life for that matter.

"Darling?" the voice came from the room and it made you jump in your seat.

"Zemo?"

"Here you are. I see you do enjoy the view." he sat down next to you in another chair, looking at you, not the view.

"It's beautiful. How did you get into my room?"

"It is breathtaking. I came to ask if you are ready for dinner, I see you didn't change." he just completely ignored your question.

"I like this dress. And yes, I'm ready for dinner." you said as you looked at him, eyes shining but he didn't smile, he simply nodded and guided you to the dining hall.

Dinner was as delicious as the day before. You were a bit more daring regarding the food you ordered.

"Tell me about yourself." he suddenly said. Now you were glad you didn't have any food or drink in your mouth.

Why would he be interested?

But he genuinely looked like he cared, and what harm would it be to tell him?

Not like he really cared, he probably just wanted you to ask the same from him and after you told your story, you did ask him.

But he dodged the question and instead told you how tomorrow will go down.

A three-day fashion event. Was that too much or too little? You weren't sure.

But your second day was much like the first, except it was longer.

The day before Zemo made you promise that you'd wear the pink dress he sent you.

Much like the day before, he came to pick you up in the morning, complimenting you while he looked like a nicely wrapped box of bonbons.

The man looked way too good for his own good.

He sat in the car with you, looking out the window, you enjoyed the view.

"Hopefully today we will see something we actually like. What would you like to see?" he asked.

"I want to see yours." you said without any hesitation.

"Hm, you do have good taste." he said just before the car stopped.

Another day without seeing any interesting pieces. You did see one thing, a kind of duo chrome gown, it looked promising, but the back of it... horrible.

You made a face which amused Zemo. He did notice how hopefull you were and then you saw the back.

And now you learned that Zemo's collection will be tomorrow, the last day, the grand finale.

You were about to get dressed when there was a knock on your door, a woman came in with a gorgeous dress, you recognized it from the sketches Zemo showed you on the plane.

"Miss, Mr Zemo send us as he was required before the show. He sent us to get you there, we have a car ready."

The fact that you had to go alone scared you a tad bit. But you did understand why he would be there earlier.

You felt like a Goddess honestly, the dress was perfect. You can imagine him in his room, perfecting every detail before sending it over to you.

You knew he wouldn't give out anything less than perfect from his hands.

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"To us." he said lifting his champagne, "To the perfect show." he said as you clicked your glass against his. You smiled as you lifted the glass to your lips.

"To you." you said. "Your amazing collection."

"Precisely." he said and nodded. "Wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Darlin’."

And then you suddenly realized.

It was your last day there, last dinner with him and you knew you were going to miss him.

You'll have to go back to the life of a barista. And you were okay with that. You never expected this to happen, so even the fact that it did give you a reason to go forward.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked when the waitress left after she poured you two glasses of wine.

"Go ahead." he said as he lifted his glass.

"Why did you invite me? What is your real reason? Because I'm still confused by it."

"Beauty is something I always thrived for. I always wanted to achieve perfection. With my clothes especially. When Bucky mentioned this new shop with the kind barista I didn't think much. But he started to mention you more and more. And then I went to see you for myself, you took my breath away. You inspired me as a muse would. Something I have never had. I always worked for myself, but now, now I create for you, Darlin’."

You still didn't want to believe him. You weren't that beautiful, you weren't even thin.

"I-"

"I know you doubt yourself. I see it in your eyes. But there is nothing to doubt. Your beauty is extraordinary. You might not see it, your body, and your curves would drive any man crazy, including me. And your personality, you are shining my Darling. Like today, in that dress, I couldn't stop looking at you. Breathtaking, you always look breathtaking but when I see you wear something I made, it does something to me."

You were not sure if this was some weird kink of his. Picking up unsuspecting broke women and then living a fantasy through them. But the way his eyes shined told you he wasn't lying nor was this a weird kink. Adoration is what you saw. But then, why didn't you believe him? Why couldn't you? Could it be what he said before? The way you doubt yourself, it can be getting in your way.

"I'm not that special."

"You don't see what I see. Do you think I get everyone on a plane to Rome because they thought of adding red gloves to a suit? You are exquisite, and I planned on seducing you. I'm not really good at the love department, but you are special."

Seducing you? Love? Well, the black suit he had on certainly didn't help your situation. He looked way too delicious for his own good. You couldn't think straight.

"Are you serious or are you playing with me? Is this some game rich people play?"

"No game, Darling. I'm serious about my feelings." this is when the waitress arrived with your food. He studied your face. "You do not believe me."

"It's hard to. It's hard to believe that a man of your level would ever be interested in someone like me. I'm a simple woman, a barista while you are the best fashion designer in the entire world."

"Do titles bother you that much?"

"When it's this huge, yes. What will people think? You with me? Me with you? They will think I blackmailed you, that I'm a golddigger or something."

"Don't be silly, Love. I do not care what others say about me. My work speaks for itself. But if you really are not interested, I'll understand."

"It's not..." you looked around, no one was paying any attention. "It's not that I'm not interested in you. It's just hard to process your declaration of love when your face barely moves."

"I trained myself. So I wouldn't get wrinkles."

Of course, he did.

"How can I prove myself? How can I prove that my feelings are true?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"I brought you on many dates. Every day, I saw every lunch, breakfast and dinner as a date. Even if you didn't. Which now I realize you might not have. I should have told you from the beginning, but I needed to know who the angel who made those amazing espressos was. And I really found an angel. I watched you as you worked, cleaned the store when you were ready to close and I walked in."

"I need to think." you said honestly.

"Of course, I never expected you to be ready with an answer. But please know, I am serious."

Rest of the dinner, you spent quietly, eating and trying to think.

Why did he have to look so delicious in his suit?! It wasn't fair.

Your mind couldn't even register that evening or the next morning, nor the flight nor when you stood in front of your apartment while Zemo's driver got your suitcases out. You arrived with more than you left with.

You turned and looked at Zemo.

"Thank you again for the opportunity and the amazing memories." he only nodded once before you walked away from him.

Zemo had a cold heart. His industry and past made him this way, but he could feel his cold heart break into millions of pieces as he watched you walk away and the door closed behind you. He got back into the car and headed home, home into the cold mansion where he lived all alone.

You couldn't even unpack. Your suitcases have been in the same place as you left them days ago when you arrived home.

So many thoughts yet your mind was blank, and your heart hurt.

But why was it hurting so badly? The look in his eyes as you said goodbye. It was as if he was a different person, not the kind Zemo you saw at the shows, not the Zemo who laughed with you as you looked at all the dresses and discussed them at dinner.

It was the cold and old Zemo who walked into your work many days ago.

Today was your day off.

You haven't seen or heard about Zemo or Bucky at all. You figured they were busy after such an amazing show.

You pulled out your phone and smiled as you looked at all the photos you took.

During many days you and Zemo went around Rome, being tourists he guided you through the streets as if he was living there for years.

How did you fail to see the look in his eyes? He took so many photos of you at your request and then you stopped at one.

It was a selfie of you and Zemo. You remember how grumpy he was but you ended up getting a picture where he was in the background.

Then photos of the last show, his show.

You took many photos of him.

And then, as if someone poured cold water all over you.

He was wearing the suit. THE SUIT, with the red gloves.

"You picked this one out." he said when you complimented him. At the time you only laughed it off not believing him.

And you realized your many mistakes.

You were too blind to realize what was happening right in front of you.

You fell in love.

You fell in love with him and you didn't even know it.

Now, the place on your waist where he always had his hand felt hot, burning. You couldn't believe how stupid you were.

How could you ignore his feelings? The way he looked at you, the way he held you and walked with you.

"I wouldn't have anyone else by my side, Love." he said one day and it all came crushing down.

You wanted to yell. Scream.

How could you done this?! Who cares about titles? Who cares about who he was.

All you cared about was him.

The way he looked at you, the way he smelled and the way he cared for you.

You rushed out of your apartment and got a taxi.

Only when you stood in front of the building you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You walked in and the receptionist gave you a look.

She probably had a strong feeling towards the crocks you wore, the sweatpants and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.

"How may I help?"

"I'm here to speak with Helmut Zemo? I have an urgent matter." she gave you another look.

"Sure, I'll call security."

"No, please I'm serious, can you at least call him? Or his assistant? Bucky Barnes? They know me, I promise."

She only raise her brow as security started to walk towards you.

"Ma'am, please." one man said and you really didn't want to cause a scene.

"Please, just call Bucky at least, I really-"

"Y/N?" all of you looked at Bucky who just exited the elevator. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr Barnes we are about to get this lady out, I apologize for the scene."

As the bodyguard grabbed your arm Bucky almost growled at the man.

"HEY, let her go. I really don't think your boss would appreciate you touching her and you," he continued pointing at the receptionist. "You throw people out without confirming if we expect them or not?"

"Sir, sorry but I didn't think-"

"Exactly, you didn't think, but you wouldn't know so, I suggest you do your job properly from now."

"Yes, Sir. I apologize."

Bucky got you into the elevator as he looked at you. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk with Helmut."

Bucky smirked. "Oh it's just like a romantic movie, the heroine realizes her love for the cold hearted man and rushes to confess to him." Bucky said with a dreamy voice. "But wait! What are you wearing?!"

"I was home! what am I supposed to wear at home?"

"You need to change." he said as he pushed a different button on the elevator. "Hair, make up and dress."

And again, you knew better than to argue with Bucky.

About two hours later, you felt and looked like a completely different woman.

"Much better."

"I don't even want to know how much the clothes cost."

"Then don't ask. He's free now, probably in his office mopping."

"Why would he be cleaning?"

"Not that kind of mopping. He is sad because he let you go. SO ROMANTIC."

"Bucky." you said as you went up the elevator, top floor to finally do what you were ready to do 2 hours ago. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You wouldn't even have to say anything just go in, kiss him and boom. Wedding." you wanted to laugh. "Good luck." he said as he stopped in front of a huge door. He knocked before rushing off like a child.

"Come in." you heard his voice inside and you slowly opened the door.

He was sitting in his chair, his back to you. "What do you need Bucky, I told you I don't have the dresses, I don't even have ideas."

"Looks like you lost your muse." you said, your heart hammering in your chest.

"I did but why are you saying that?" did he really not realize that you were not Bucky?

"Why don't you get it back?"

"I told you I-" this time he turned and noticed you. He was, of course, wearing a suit, he look at you as if you were a ghost. "Darlin’? Am I imagining things?"

"No, and I'm sorry for being so blind. I came to tell you that if you want to, I'd like to try... us." you watched as he stood up from his chair.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded as he took steps towards you. He placed his palm against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

A kiss to make sure you were real, a kiss to finally mend and melt his heart.

When he pulled back, you smiled at him.

"You look stunning."

"Thank Bucky."

"Of course."

"But I do want my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt back!" he couldn't even comprehend what you just said. He was way too happy to fully process it.

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That Christmas, you were already living with him.

You had a rather difficult time finding something for him as a gift, but then you came up with the perfect one and with the help of Bucky, you got just the thing.

You couldn't wait for his reaction to see it.

You smiled as you opened all of your gifts, clothes, jewellery, and a trip to Japan. Everything is absolutely amazing.

"Thank you, Babe, now, it's your turn."

"We said nothing serious." he said motioning towards the huge box you had in your hand which you just brought it.

"I know, open it."

Helmut looked at you and then at the box. He opened it, and then immediately looked up at you.

"What-"

You reached into the box and pulled out the small puppy and handed her to him.

"You can name her, she is a nine week old-"

"Dalmatian." he finished your sentence as he took the puppy from you. The puppy immediately started to lick his face. You smiled.

"You like her?"

He looked up at you and nodded.

"I thought I already had the best present be you, but this is amazing. Thank you, Love."

You pulled out your phone and took many many photos of him and the dog.

"What should be her name?" you asked as you watched the puppy sleep while you and Helmut cuddled on the couch.

"Cruella De Vil." you laughed slightly.

"Of course, you'd pick a name like this." you shook your head. "Cruella it is then."

You leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips as he pulled you even closer before another movie started on the TV.

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 5 months

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Kinktober Day 12: Medical Play- Helmut Zemo

Summary: Zemo comes home battered and bruised but his personal nurse takes good care of him

Word Count: 1, 314 words

“You know, one day James will return you to me in one piece.” You sigh as you open the door to your husband covered in cuts and bruises.

“Come on, let’s see if the nurse is in.” You smirk at him, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to your shared bedroom where your medical supplies are. He happily follows you, chuckling to himself as he knows exactly what you mean.

As soon as you’re both in the bedroom he goes to sit on the bed and you make your way to the bathroom, both of you having done this dance many times. Once in the bathroom you go to the cabinet to get out the medical box and change into your outfit.

Though he has a hard time admitting it, Zemo loves to be taken care of. It’s not often that he’s submissive, loving being in control and taking care of you far too much, but this little game is a way he’s more than happy to give over control to you.

Once you add the finishing touches to your look you step out of the bathroom and find Zemo nicely reclined on the bed waiting patiently. As his head turns to look at you, his expression chanted to one of begging and need. You lightly smirk at him as you place the medical box beside him on the bed and straddle his lap.

“Hurt again I see, Mr. Zemo. Tsk tsk tsk, you really do need to be more careful. Luckily for you I can take great care of you. Clean up your wounds nicely and then I’ll kiss you all better.” You whisper seductively into his ear as you begin to grind down onto him.

Reaching into the medical box beside you both, you take out disinfectant and bandages. Taking the disinfectant to the cuts on his face you make sure to push him further down onto the bed and dramatically pushing your chest forward, giving him a perfect few of your breasts that are nicely on display for him.

Reaching a particularly bad cut he winces and whines.

“Come on, Mr. Zemo, hold still and be nice and brave for me. If you’re brave I’ll give you a nice treat.” You taunt, giving him a cute pout as you grind down onto him.

“A lollipop?” He replies in a cheeky tone.

“Even better.” You smile at him wickedly.

Finishing the last bandage you take a moment to stare at him. Taking his face gently in your hands, pushing his head side to side, admiring both your work and your handsome husband.

“Now while you’re here, Mr. Zemo, I’m going to need to give you a full body examination, just in case I missed anything. Stand up and take your clothes off for me.” You command as you stand to sit in the arm chair on the other side of the room.

Pushing yourself down onto the chair you spread your legs as you begin to watch your husband strip in front of you. Biting your lip you follow his movements as he begins to strip off out his clothes; not saying a single word, you simply just enjoy the show in front of you.

Each layer he removes revealed new bruises to you that you very much intended to kiss better. The more of his gorgeous body that is revealed to you the more you begin to squirm in your seat, enjoying the show but eager to see him completely naked.

It didn’t take much longer before he stood in front of you, completely bare and staring at you with anticipation. You stood from your seat, eyeing him eagerly as you came to stand in front of him.

“Oh, Mr. Zemo, your condition is much worse than I originally thought. I’ll definitely have to give you some intense treatment.” You told him seductively, lightly running your hands over the new bruises forming on his chest and abdomen.

“And what treatment is that?” He enquired, lightly chuckling.

“Well I’ll have to kiss it all better.” You told him in a soft voice right by his ear, sending his body quaking in anticipation.

You lightly lick and kiss at him neck, making sure to leave very evident lip prints as you went. Gently you moved over his chest, kissing from one collar bone to the other. Reaching down you give each of his nipples a soft lick and kiss, causing him to moan out deliciously.

As you reach his abdomen you fall to your knees in front of him, making sure to look up at him as you kissed over his hip bones. You take your time making your way to his cock.

Slowly your mouth reaches the place he needs you most, lightly kissing his tip, causing him to let out a shaky moan.

“Now this part of the treatment should help you feel a lot better, Mr Zemo.” You tell him seductively, looking up at him through your lashes and winking.

Your mouth began to open as you took his head inside you, lightly sucking and licking as you made your way down his shaft.

“Aaa-ah. Than-thank you, nurse.” He moans out as his eyes begin to close and his head tips back.

Pulling off his cock when you feel his hand at the back of your head.

“Now, now, Mr Zemo, we can’t force this treatment. Put your hands behind your back and we can continue.” You tease him as you look up to see his begging eyes as he gulps and breathes heavily.

“Yes, nurse. Thank you, nurse.” He rushes out, wanting to listen and for the ‘treatment’ to continue.

“Good boy.” You quietly say, looking into his eyes, the pet name making his cock twitch as your mouth returns back to his tip.

Once again you slowly make your way down his cock, your hand moves up and down on whatever hasn’t made its way into your mouth yet. By the time you’ve taken him all in he’s a panting and grunting mess, silently swearing and pleading. You look up at him with his whole length in your mouth, your nose touching his pelvis as drool begins to fall from your mouth.

You look up at him and smile as best as you can as your cheeks hollow out even more and you move your head from side to side. Just keeping him in your mouth and looking into his eyes, making little effort to move. You want him to beg and you will make him, refusing to move until he does.

Zemo knows exactly what you’re doing and while his will power is usually impressively strong, you are breaking him. Looking down at you and feeling how good your throat feels around his cock he can’t help but give in.

“Aaa-aah! Please nurse! Please! Move please! Make me cum! I need you to look aft- aaahh!” His pleads quickly being interrupted as you begin to suck and stroke his cock as fast as you can.

The noises you produce are absolutely sinful as you put some force behind your ‘treatment’, even bouncing a little to put more force behind it, your tits bouncing beautifully.

You could tell he was close and there’s no way he would last much longer. Finally coming up from his cock with a small gasp you spit on his cock to get even more lubrication as your hand moves as fast as you’re able.

“Cum for me, Zemo. Cum all over your nurses tits. Be a good boy.” You moan out at him.

Not a moment later and you feel his warm release shoot onto your chest and face; his head falling back with a scream and a grunted ‘fuck’.

He’s twitching as you stand up to be face to face with him again.

“You took your treatment very well.”

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vervainariadne · 2 years

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Yep. That's right guys. I wish i was sam.

WE WISH WE WERE SAM.

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kortsitron · 1 year

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Dancing in the rain

Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo × Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: once is kinda sexual tension, but besides that it's pure fluff

Summary: You wanted to go for a walk after a mission. And who would have known that some of your dreams might come true under the rain?

Author’s Note: I got the idea after watching Crimson Peak (dancing scene to be specific) and the fact that it was raining while I was watching a said movie. Originally I thought about Bucky for this one shot, then Loki and I noticed I have no fics for Zemo so I gotta fix that. Hope you're gonna enjoy this one shot!

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"Are you sure you don't want me to call Oeznik to get us? It looks like it's going to rain." Zemo commented, watching you walk in front of him.

You turned to him, walking backwards, with a soft smile. "I am sure, Zemo. I haven't had a chance for a walk like this in a while, so let me take my time." He shook his head and chuckled at your eagerness. He found it quite cute. "You don't care if it's about to rain?" He raised his eyebrow at you, before looking at the sky.

"Nope. I'm gonna enjoy myself, no matter if it's gonna rain or not." You turned back to him, hearing a chuckle escaping him, before he was at your side, offering you his arm to hold if you wanted. Without a second thought you gladly took it, slowing down to enjoy yourself even more.

As much as Madripoor was dangerous, even more at night - somehow you found it beautiful. The alley you were walking down with Helmut, was quite quiet, it seemed like only you two were walking down it. The lamps lights shining on the street, being the only source of light on that very street, but you couldn't mind. You liked the calming atmosphere it had and you thought you could ask for more at that very moment.

It was before you felt a droplet on your face. And from one small droplet, it slowly started to rain. Your eyes went to Helmut, who was already looking at you. You didn't realize he was staring at you for a while now, so you quickly looked away, a little embarrassed, feeling your cheeks start to burn.

You thought he was going to make a comment regarding that, but instead you heard him say "I hope it's not going to rain too heavily. Otherwise our walk wouldn't be so pleasant." He took a quick glance at the sky again, letting droplets fall on his face as you got a look at him again. "I don't mind the rain, at least not now." The happiness in your tone, made him smile at you.

Again you two kept quiet, letting the rain get you wet. Zemo held you close to him, making sure you would get cold. Then he felt you shiver. "Are you cold? Should I call Oeznik to get us?" Worry in his tone, but you shook your head at him.

"No thank you." Zemo nodded at that, and before he had a change to ask another question, you continued. "The occasion is perfect, don't you think?"

"It depends. Perfect for what?" He raised his eyebrow at you again, a little confused.

"It's like in the movies, you know? If we were in the movie, that would probably be a dancing scene." You couldn't look at him, while you explained what was in your head. It felt a little embarrassing, as much as you thought the dancing in the rain scenario was cute and quite romantic, it seemed a little cliché. You honestly thought Zemo might make fun of you for bringing such an idea up.

Instead you felt him let go of you. You watched as he fixed his hair, took his gloves off and fixed his outfit. "Well then, if you like the idea of dancing in the rain so much, who am I to not let your dream come true?" Your face was burning at that moment and you were sure he could notice.

And you watched him as he bowed a little before you, his hand getting wet as he waited for you to take it. "May I have this dance?" You nodded, deeply flattered by the gesture.

So you took it, setting your other hand on Helmut's shoulder, as his hand went on your hip. "Is that okay if I lead?" He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You were too stunned to speak, so you let out a quiet sound, confirming that you were okay with his idea.

So it started. Zemo slowly led you through the dance, keeping his eyes on you as you rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, trying to calm down. You could tell that your heart was beating way faster than it should and you had no idea how to stop it. It was all because of the closeness you got with Zemo.

You had a crush on him for a while now. He is always so nice toward you, ever since you met. So nice, kind and so gentle towards you. Caring about you and you didn't think if you ever felt safer with someone. Or happier at that point.

And before you think about your crush more, you felt Zemo letting you go to twirl you. You got so caught off guard by it, you almost fell on him. "Are you alright?" He asked, caughting you in his arms.

"Yes, I just got a little lost in my thoughts, that's all." You explained nervously, standing straight and fixing your posture. You took a look at Zemo, he was looking at you with a soft smile on his face. You felt like your ability to speak was taken away from you. Suddenly you felt so shy, when he was looking at you like that.

"Can I kiss you?" Helmut asked, waiting patiently for your response and reaction. He watched as your eyes locked with his, as you were trying to analyze what was happening before you. It really was starting to become a dream come true.

"Yes please." You finally whisper, after what seemed to be hours for you. You felt his hand go to your face, before his lips pressed against yours. You wrapped your hand around his neck, being so eager so closeness. Being so eager for him.

Zemo's lips were soft and they felt so good against yours. You imagined how it would feel to kiss him, but you never expected to experience it. Nor did you expect him to be this good. And before you let yourself go completely, he let go of you.

His hair was messy, but happiness on his face was clearly visible. "I wanted to do that for a while now." He admitted, as his thumb, brushes against your red cheek. "I'm guessing that you feel the same way?"

"Yes, Helmut." You almost moaned his name out. And you couldn't help yourself from hugging him. He chuckled at your reaction. Pleased with how things went.

You quickly let go of him, shivering again. He noticed, and before you could get a chance to stop him, Zemo was taking coat off. "Helmut, yo-you don't have to!" You protested, you were cold, but you didn't want Zemo to get sick.

"Maybe, but I want to make sure you won't get sick. You're soaked up." He replied, as he put his coat on your arms. He brought you to the side, hiding both of you from the rain. "I enjoyed our walk, but let's get you somewhere warm now."

You signed happily. "But we will do something like this again, right?"

He smiled at you. "Of course."

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mariaxxxxx · 3 months

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Welcome a Masterlist of Masterlist

Hello, I'm Maria E, She/They. Just a Brazilian girl who loves to write. I hope you enjoy my stories and forgive my bad English. My stories are for people of legal age (18+) Pay attention to warnings, please; Some themes can be sensitive and trigger triggers.🩷🩷

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miss---lu · 11 months

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The Lobby

The Baron attends a bar where you happen to be the bartender.

The bar opened every night at six o’clock sharp. It stayed open till early in the morning and was always filled with numerous people. The bar was named The Lobby and was located in the heart of the city.

That’s where you worked. Every night you went to work making drinks for the customers. Sometimes you were tipped heavily from the wealthy men you did business at the bar. It was a rather high end bar always filled with music.

. . .

Zemo walked quickly as two men followed behind. Bucky and Sam trailed behind him as he led the way to the bar. Zemo promised drinks for the men, and he said how The Lobby was the best bar in town. Zemo had never actually been at this particular establishment, but he had heard of it in passing.

As he saw the dark oak doors he gave a slight smirk. The place had an aroma of jasmine and the Baron smiled. When he walked in he saw a interior decorated in dark wood and mood lighting.

The center of the room seemed to be a dance floor filled with people swaying to the beat. On either side there were booths with plush, leathery seats. The Baron knew he would be coming back to the establishment.

The Baron went to the counter to order himself a drink while Bucky and Sam went to find a booth. He glanced around the room as he rested his arm on the counter. He heard a soft clearing of a throat and he turned to see a very beautiful woman.

She had beautiful eyes and a warm smile. She wore a plain black button up shirt and a black mini skirt with black tights. She looked exquisite in her uniform.

She leaned onto the counter gently and batted her eyelashes towards the Baron. He gave her a slight smirk as she gestured for him to tell her his order.

She batted her eyelashes once again and went to make the drink. When she came back Zemo smiled as he took his drink and took a sip. He made eye contact as the bartender shot him a smile.

He smirked as he gave her the cash and a rather generous tip. The bartender’s eyes widened with surprise as she saw the money.

The Baron only laughed as he saw her beautiful eyes widen in surprise. Before he went to head back to Sam and Bucky he slid the bartender a card with his name and number on it.

“Call me draga.”

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lettalady · 3 months

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What If: LJH Edition

Fly fly little bird

Do we remember the first time their paths crossed again waaaay back in C1 of LJH proper?

What if The Baron saw a ghost from his past in The Brass Monkey, and gave chase?

There is a chasm opening between observers and participants of the brawl unfolding. The Soldier that James is trying so hard to pretend he isn’t, is teaching a lesson to those that dare stand against The Baron. Most watch, some jeer. Helmut slides his attention along those that watch – and then stills. A ghost stands to remind him of who he once promised he could be, he could try to be. That man has no place in The Brass Monkey, no place in Madripoor, no place in the world. Not anymore.

Carl’s nanny remains opposite, on the far side of the bubble expanding. He blinks, but she remains. Remains. Her remains are lost in the rubble. She, like all the rest, is dead. Hatred that he still walks the earth while the rest are buried beneath it curls his lip. Her eyes grow wider, his silent observer, fear in reaction to the man he’s found himself to become. The bubble bursts. The fight shifts, people lurching out of the way or diving in – and she stutters in jostled movement. She… she lives? She lives. His disbelief tunnels that lifted snarl to encompassing F U R Y as she reacts — turns — runs.

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#weekend what if #what if ljh edition #imagine helmut zemo #imagine baron helmut zemo #the long journey home related

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loki-quinn · 1 year

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WHY DOES HIS EYES LOOK SO SAD AND PRETTY!?

#baron helmut zemo #james bucky barnes #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo smut #baron zemo #zemo #helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #zemo imagine #marvel #daniel brühl

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bensolosbluesaber · 2 years

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Bensolosbluesaber’s Fic Masterlist (Updated 9/9)

Welcome to my Masterlist! This post was getting out of control, so I’ve recently reworked it to be organized by character. You can follow the links below to access each characters’ individual Masterlist.

Please note that some fics are 18+.

Tag Lists: I am struggling to keep up. If you have requested to be on a tag list and I missed it, I am genuinely so sorry! I’m moving to a Google Form so I don’t miss anyone. If you are on my list, I will leave you there. If you want added, please use the Google Form linked above. Thank you!!

Requests: Requests are semi open. Feel free to submit! I am happy to complete requests whenever I can, but unfortunately I can’t guarantee I will get to yours in a timely manner!

Tipping: Please, please, please do not feel pressured to tip! I'm writing because I love writing. I am grateful if you want to tip; it's a nice bonus for something I spend a lot of time doing. But ultimately I'm here to have fun and write fanfiction not get paid, so seriously no pressure!

Moon Knight System (Marc Spector, Steven Grant, & Jake Lockley)

Baron Helmut Zemo

Poe Dameron

Miguel O’Hara

Nathan Bateman (Coming Soon)

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funnyexel · 6 months

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October Specials!

Past

Freaktober with Michael Myers Part 2

Ghostface & Michael Myers w/ Short Reader *Request*

Present

Do you like being chased?

Intruders

Phantom

Pov: You wear lingerie for them

imagine your ex is dark superman

bruce likes to be called daddy

imagine being on vacation with agent 47

autumn night

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Wish that you could touch her

Helmut Zemo x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Smut, 18+ Only! Jealousy, Manipulation, Scheming Zemo, Coercion, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Fingering, Voyeurism, Finger Sucking, Choking, Kissing, Sub/Dom Undertones

“You wish that you could touch her, don’t you James?” Zemo plants a gloved hand on Bucky’s shoulder, squeezing it gently as they both stare at you from across the room, their eyes filled with differing depths of desire.

Bucky doesn’t bother to say anything out loud, only glowers silently as Zemo’s hand moves over his arm and chest, lightly massaging his muscles before he slowly slinks toward you. You can tell by the way that Bucky’s breathing, slow and controlled as if each breath pains him to take in and out, that he’s doing everything within his power to restrain himself. That look in his eye tells you that he’s forcing himself not to take the baron out right where he stands, that he regrets hatching the plan to break him out of prison, even if he only manages to glance up at you for a split second.

Why is Zemo talking about you as if you’re not even in the room? As if you’re some kind of object? And why would Bucky even care? He doesn’t think about you like that… does he?

“I know you do.” Zemo walks the short line between you two, taking his time to traipse around your stunned stance as he touches your arms and shoulders in a similar fashion. “And who could blame you, really?” He traces your ear down to your jawline as you stare at your friend, a confused look knitting your brows together as his caresses tie a knot in your stomach. “In fact, I made sure of it.”

“The hell are you talking about?” He growls, watching him touch you as the fingers on his metal arm twitch and flex.

“You think I haven’t noticed how you look at her? How you moan her name at night when you think the rest of us are sleeping?” He chuckles to himself, running his fingers carefully down your neck and chest. “These walls are much thinner than you think, James.”

What?!

“Bucky, I didn’t know…” You look up at him as he stares at the floor, pulsing his metal arm in and out of a fist.

“Stop it.” He refuses to look at you as he takes a step forward, attempting to contain his rage as tears wet the whites of his eyes.

“Why? Are you going to do something about it?” He circles around you as his eyes remain on Bucky, making a point to sit down in the chair behind you before pulling you into his lap. “It’s too late for all that, now isn’t it?” He makes a show of slowly spreading your legs apart with his hands, making sure Bucky watches as he pulls your underwear to the side beneath your dress. “You should have heard her while you were out last night, James. The sounds she made for me… I had her purring like a kitten.”

Oh God, you should have known better. He was used to playing with fire, and you were nothing more than a single match he could strike on the side of the box, igniting the kindling he had laying around for decades upon his return. How could you have been so stupid? How could you have been so careless?

Bucky’s nose flares as he walks up to both of you, pupils pinpoint with fury as he wraps his metal hand around Zemo’s throat. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Oh really? And risk our mission? Explain to the authorities how I escaped from prison in the first place? Let your new pardon with the United States hang in the balance all in the name of vengeance?” He teases your clit with his finger, rubbing it to and fro as he effortlessly speaks down to him with that devilish smirk you’ve gotten to know too well.

Bucky loosens his grip on Zemo’s throat, still keeping his fingers wrapped around it as he glances over at you.

You can’t help but look away as you try to ignore it, try to reject the sensations his leather clad finger sends into your core as he converses with your partner as if he’s in the middle of some mundane business meeting. You’d think that all this attention on Bucky would decrease his ability to focus on you, that it would slow down the pressure and rhythm of his fingers, but it’s actually doing quite the opposite. You hold your breath as he rubs tiny little waves of pleasure into your core right in front of him, hoping you can mask the beginnings of bliss he’s already stirring inside you.

“Now now draga, don’t be shy,” Zemo scolds, grabbing your chin with his opposite hand to turn your face toward Bucky’s. “Show him how good you can moan.” He smirks before looking over at him, ignoring the threat his vibranium hand poses to his windpipe. “She wants you too, Soldat, believe it or not; both of you too scared to do anything about it until I came along.” He delves his fingers between your folds, pressing in on your bud with his thumb as you groan into the space between them. “There it is.”

Bucky’s features soften as you nod and look at him, his reddened eyes slowly drying out as he swallows his pride along with his anger, releasing his grip on Zemo’s throat entirely. He doesn’t know what to do, freezing in place for what seems like an eternity before looking over at him and then back at you as your pleasure spreads scarlet up into your neck and across your cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, hoping that it will be once he joins the two of you together in this tangled mess of delicious deceit.

“Taste her, James.” Zemo pulls his fingers out of you, gloves now coated in your slick as he holds them in front of your face, waiting for Bucky to take action. You can feel him hold his breath as his chest expands against your back, both of you waiting cautiously for him to either comply or completely lose control; a game of Russian roulette you weren’t entirely ready for.

But here you are.

Bucky’s lips part after a long, drawn out silence and all of the sudden, the fire is alight. He allows Zemo’s fingers to brush past his lips and tongue as he holds you fast with his stare, your tangy unique flavor clashing against the chemicals used to dye his leather gloves as he sucks them into his mouth.

“Good boy,” Zemo pushes them in even further, brushing his cheek affectionately with his thumb as his lips surround his knuckles. “She tastes better than you ever could have imagined, doesn’t she?” He pulls his fingers out of his mouth, tugging on his bottom lip with each one before finally letting it bounce back into place. “Aren’t you glad you opened up, James?”

Bucky nods and looks at you, his blue eyes darkening as that fire catches hold of all three of you, urging him to lean in and kiss you. Those swollen lips of his are still ripe with your essence as he holds onto the back of your head, allowing you to taste yourself while his tongue brushes against yours. You reach up in return and pull him in close, teeth clashing against each other as the flame grows hotter between you, spreading farther and faster as Zemo kisses his way up your neck and onto your lips. You can feel him grow in excitement between your cheeks as the three of you collide in the middle, taking turns kissing each other’s mouths, cheeks and necks until Zemo visibly pulls back.

“What?” Bucky grumbles as Zemo gently closes your legs, standing you up from your seated position only to sit you back down onto the chair by yourself. “I thought…”

“On your knees, James.” Zemo smooths his hand over his growing erection before running it through Bucky’s hair and tugging. “It’s time for you to really make her moan.”

#helmut zemo #Bucky Barnes #baron zemo #helmut zemo x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #baron zemo x reader #Bucky Barnes imagine #daniel bruhl #sebastian stan #winterbaron

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