#zemo x plus size female reader

[scuttle-buttle]

Don't Let Go

Summay: Zemo keeps the holster on.

WC: 2098

Rated: E

Tags: smut, on the rough side, dom!zemo, some dub/con type vibes at certain points (but it is all consensual of course), tall!plus size!reader, body image issues about size, no stated use of protection, uh yeah

A/N: um. Look. Your guess is as good as mine as to where this came from and after me not being able to write for months. I started this in June, got stuck, stopped, forgot i started writing it, randomly was going thru my wips for #nostalgia today, and then this happened. Sad to report no further progress on Heist tho. I’m hoping very soon. Bone app the teeth?

🖤

You remember when you had the conversation. Only a few nights ago on a Friday, barely more than a week since first going on the run with him, you and the Baron drank a few glasses of his expensive scotch at the new safe house, and you had found yourself opening up about fantasies, or lack of.

"Come now, Schatz - there must be something you have been intrigued to."

A simple shrug is what you give. "Maybe a few times…. But it's not something I put much thought into or anything like that." You take a sip, the alcohol rough in its burn.

"Why is that?" he questions without missing a beat.

Meeting his gaze across the couch you see he's been watching you the entire conversation, as though there is nothing that even comes remotely close to being more important than whatever silly ideas you have to share. “I mean I’ve spent my whole life as this bigger, intimidating person. Hell, I’m taller than you, by what an inch and a half? And most people that much, if not more,” you lightly scoff and sip again from your tumbler of scotch. “It wasn't something feasible being bigger I guess-” you gesture to your torso “-so I dropped the ideas before it could really set in as something I wanted. I told you - I'm always on my own and having to do my own thing. Had to get a grip on my life and be an independent woman and all that," you chuckle.

Zemo had been more than thorough in acquainting you with the basics of intimacy the last week; yet he let you take the lead as much as possible. Almost entirely, truly. You weren't at the point of anything wild or experimental, nor were you brave enough to try going rogue. So it was easy, it was standard - not that you had any complaints. But Helmut was adamant that it was you who controlled how he kissed you, how he touched you, how he broke your body and soul piece by piece in the long hours of the night.

You look across the room into the flickering light of the fireplace. Quieter, you add "just once I’d like to feel like the small one in a situation, to have to look up to someone literally and figuratively, to not feel like I’m too big and to just be able to let someone else make the choice for me." Looking back at him and speaking a little more blase, you finish "but I don't know. That's about as far as I got."

“I like looking up at you, Schatz, it’s like looking at an angel,” Helmut whispers. Since you had unofficially gotten together after escaping Riga he was constantly praising and complimenting you. You always expected to feel like he was just flattering you, but he made it such a point to talk about your intelligence, kindness, generosity, humor, and how beautiful he found you in equal parts.

You don't bother fighting back your grin. “I’m sure you do, Baron.” Downing the rest of your drink you tell him you are tired and head off to bed with a kiss.

Helmut had business to attend into the late evening. You made yourself busy reading some old book from the safe house’s upstairs library. The sun set as you read. Oranges and pinks and purples cast the room in a peaceful glow as you engulfed yourself in tales of times gone by. Maybe three hours later you hear him call out for you, breaking you from your page; “Schatz, could you come down here?”

Excitement bubbles within you at his arrival. “Be down in a sec!” You closed the book and placed it on the desk. Wandering around in the darkness you think you hear him in the kitchen. You call out “Helmut are you-” as you reach for the light switch when a shadowy figure backs you into a wall, knocking the breath you had from your lungs. For a second you panic, heart beating wildly out of your chest, until you see a glint of that familiar chocolate in the shadow’s eyes. The white-knuckled grip you have on the fabric of his top relaxes.

Pressed up against the kitchen wall by the man, you can just make out that he's clad in his gear. A thick burgundy turtleneck covers the expanse of his broad chest, the leather straps of a holster secured around his shoulders. Sturdy combat boots brush the sides of your ankles from where he has trapped your legs between his. The shoes give him an extra inch compared to your barefoot state, in addition to the commanding way he carries himself at present. Even as his gaze is eye level with your own like this he looks as if he towers above you.

Searching his eyes as best as you can in the limited light, you attempt “Hel what-”

A calloused palm cups the skin of your cheek, his thumb pressing softly against your mouth and silencing you. He says nothing; you wait, swallowing in anticipation. The digit glides slowly along the seam of your lips before pushing slightly between. You don't mind the intrusion, instead finding the taste of his skin intoxicating as you run the tip of your tongue over him. Pupils flit from your own to where his thumb rests. Zemo sighs. Feeling the fire within your core ignite you decide to take initiative, giving a gentle nip before sucking delicately on the pad of his thumb.

There is no mistaking the way his eyes blacken. The softness in his tone doesn’t match the formidability of his presence as he whispers “My Leibling…”

Zemo’s body presses yours further into the wall with such force it tears a gasp from you; his lips and tongue ravage yours with such a ferocity unlike anything you’ve known. Hands clutch at your jaw like vices. The thought crosses your mind that perhaps his fingertips might leave bruises. Nevertheless, you can’t be damned to stop him, especially not when you feel the beginnings of his hardening cock pushing into your hip, or the wetness seeping between your legs.

Finally, when the burn in your lungs becomes too great he breaks away and instead attaches his mouth to your throat. You have no doubt he can feel the pounding of your heart where he sucks and bites at your flesh. The Baron slides a hand under the edge of your top. His fingers are hot where they dig into your soft side. A feeble attempt to maneuver your hands to remove your shirt results in a tsk from him, his own larger ones moving to rip the fabric of your nightshirt right down the middle and exposing your peaked breasts to the cool air and his hungry stare. “Fuck - Helmut, what’s- ugh-” a particularly hard pinch to your nipple breaks your concentration, “what’s gotten in to you?” The question comes out as a moan.

Instead of an answer he tugs at the waistband of your shorts. With your reassuring nod he pushes them over your wide hips and thick thighs. Not a minute later he’s pulled a leg to wrap around his hip and opens you up to the grind of his still-clothed cock. “Don’t think, Leibling, just feel,” he commands.

The material of his pants rubs a delicious friction; your juices soaking through the fabric. You can feel the inferno growing. Breathy moans fill the near-silent kitchen. “Mein Gott, Draga I can feel how wet you are. Does this excite you? To know that you are enough to drive the great Baron Zemo to such primal need? To such depravity as to not even give you the luxury of a bed, but instead to have you right here and at my mercy?” He punctuates his statement with a harsh roll of his hips.

You whine in need. The pressure between your hips grows, you need him more than you can bear to think. Quickly you move to undo the fastening of his trousers between you. He does not stop you, only slows his movements to make it easier for you to work. When his bared cock finally rubs along your soaked core you manage to whimper a pathetic please. Helmut’s grip on your leg around his hip remains firm. He uses his free arm to place each of your hands on the straps of his holster along his pectorals. You pull on the leather as if to test its strength. There is barely enough room for your wrists between you where your chests are crushed together.

Suddenly Zemo drops as he leans to wrap his free hand underneath the leg that still supports your weight; his brute strength lifts you completely before you realize what he’s doing. “Wait no- Helmut I’m too-”

“No.” Zemo snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.

“Oh my god.” You sound pathetic as you keen at the fullness within you.

Both of his hands support you under the soft curve of your upper thighs. You tighten your legs around the small of his back on instinct. Panic surges through you despite the wonderful feel of him inside you. You aren’t small, you weigh too much, you’ll hurt him.

He jerks his shoulders minutely to bring your attention to where your fingers are wrapped around his holster straps. “Do not let go, Draga. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“Do you understand, Leibling?” he asks again, this time more demanding than you’ve ever heard.

“Yes.”

The first slam of his cock is fierce. It is precise. It is beyond any sort of pleasure you’ve ever felt, to have this man fucking you within an inch of your life as he all but cradles your body within the palm of his hand like it was your destiny to be there. Through all your sobs and cries of ecstasy he does not let up on the onslaught. Each thrust hits deep within you. His hips angle to brush your bundle of nerves with every movement. The peaks of your breasts tease and graze his sweater; probably an unfair advantage for him to be clothed and yet you at his complete mercy. You can’t fault how the sensation only heightens your euphoria. This time you know for sure his fingertips will paint your thighs with their memory for days to come; will create a masterpiece along the expanse of your skin that no Van Gogh or Picasso or Da Vinci could ever hope to produce.

Your release comes all too quickly at his attentions. Helmut doesn’t let up, nor does he seem to even break a sweat at his herculean task. At one point you swear you feel the leather straps start to give under the chokehold of your fists as he orders you to come again along his shaft, his words leaving no room for you to think otherwise.

Helmut reaches his own peak as your channel tightens around him, the growl of your name against your temple like a bolt of electricity. Hips slowing to a gentle roll, he does not pull himself from you, instead adjusting his hold under you to keep you pinned between his body and the wall. Your forehead comes to rest on his shoulder. The Baron drops sweet kisses to your temple, to your cheek, as you both come down from your high.

“Mmmm…Maybe you should put me down now? My legs are sore,” you mumble into his sweater, flexing your thigh and calf muscles where they still circle his waist.

“And if I do not want to? What then, my Leibling?” At your answering groan he hums in contentment before slowly removing himself from you, moving from the wall, and carrying you to the loveseat in the next room. Oversized boots thump with each step. The loose pants hanging from his knees slow his walk to a shuffle. He sits, situating you in his lap. Zemo looks down to see your fingers still wrapped around the holster. With a smile he says “you may let go now, Schatz. You did so well for me, such a good girl.”

It takes your digits a moment to cooperate as you untangle them from their place. “I’m not sure I can move my hands…?”

Helmut chuckles at your admission, taking your hands in each of his. He brings them to hip lips and places delicate kisses on them. Carefully he begins to massage your fingers and palms; “well, we must see to that, shouldn't we?”

(I'll be honest idk who is on my tag list for zemo since I haven't written for him in like 9 months sorrry)

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[weasleywinchester]

WeasleyWinchester Fic Master List

Hey Fam, I'm tired of having to look for my stuff so I can link chapters to each other so here's a master list

And small overview of my writing: I tend to write long chapters, a good deal of smut and fluff, with the occasional angst because I apparently like to make myself suffer (and I can’t do that alone, so you suffer too). Also 99.9% of my stuff is Female, Plus Size reader insert. If it’s anything else I mention in at the beginning of each story :) (Loki and Sully so far is the only gender neutral ones I have)

*most of these will have multiple chapters that I’m still working on! (I've highlighted them in blue) If you want to be tagged in anything let me know 💙

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Save Yourself (currently written 18/25)

He Didn’t Dump Me (featuring Crowley)

Sam Winchester

Lock the Damn Door!

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

The Way You Look Tonight Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Baron Helmut Zemo

The Way You Look Tonight Part 2

Loki

Can I keep Him?

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector

Any Way You Want It

Triple Frontier

Franki

You & Me - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 Where the Rivers Meet

Santi

How Did You Know My Ass Would Need Saving?

Tom

Unless I'm Allowed Dessert

Star Wars

Din Dijarin

A Different Kind of Bounty (smut)

Strangers - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Ladies, Please (feat. Fennec & Boba)

Cassian Andor

It's A Low Number

Hot Blood (love is gunna get ya) - sex pollen

Poe Dameron

Don’t Tell Anyone! Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

I Can’t Help Myself - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Malicious Mean and Scary? - smut

Top Gun

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Slow Motion - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9

I Ain't Worried - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Robert "BOB" Floyd

I Ain't Worried - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

I Ain't Worried - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Highway to Hell(fire) - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5

Sherlock

Greg Lestrade

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2

We Can Be Hero's

Marcus Moreno

Not A Shrine

Winx

Saul Silva

Begin Again - Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

Uncharted

Sully

I Got You Baby

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[eevee-of-rivia]

Horny Thought 2.2

Summary: The other version of my second Horny Thought

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Dom!reader (zemo is a virgin)

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst, blowjobs and handjobs. Reader Riding Zemo  That’s all I think

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband. But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long. You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy. He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face. "Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle. "That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face. 'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy. And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy. 'How cute' you thought, a smirk appearing on your face. You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face. He must have noticed you looking at him. So you decided to wave your hand at him and give him a smile with a hint of mischeviuness in it, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover a little giggle before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow. "I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you. "Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow. "I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo" "Nice to meet you Zemo" The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question: "If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas" Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala. Seeing the angry expression on your face, even if you were trying to cover it, Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up. "I’m sorry! I didn’t want to upset you. Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there" You thought a bit about his request, pondering your options, before taking his hand with one of yours "I would love to, show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens. It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone. "I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you. "They are beautiful" you continued. "You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face. "I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked smiling at him. In reality, you heard what he said but you wanted to tease him a bit. He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his cheeks. "Just tell me, Zemo," you said walking towards him and putting your hands on his chest, smirking at him. Zemo was a little startled at first, not having an idea of what you were doing. "what.." he started to ask you but was soon interrupted by your lips pressing over his. After a while you stepped back a while, admireìing the little pout and the little pout that now were on Zemo's face. "Did you like it?" you asked whispering on his lips, making him nod a bit. His mouth was dry and his head empty. He never felt like this. He wanted to kiss you again, so bad. But his thoughts were interrupted when he felt your hand resting on his growing erection. "Did my little boy get excited?" you asked smiling at him while you stroked his erection. He just nodded, trying to contain his moans, without succession. "How cute," you said dropping to your knees and starting to undoing his pants. "Here, let me take care of you" you continued while bringing his pants and boxer down. You took a while to admire his erection, and his confused but curious expression, before taking with one hand his cock and starting to stroke it. You continued like this for a while, pleased by Zemo's little moans, before starting to suck on the tip. You continued for a while, taking more and more of his cock until you arrived to feel his tip down your throat making him almost cum. It was at that moment that you stopped, making him cry a bit. "No please, I was" he tried to say to you before you interrupted him. "I know Helmut, but don't worry I have another surprise for you, something better than my mouth" you said while you were getting yourself up. "Take off your pants and lay down, trust me" you demanded him. A pleasured smirk appeared on your face when you saw him obeying you, even after a few seconds of insecurity. "Good boy" you praised him, making him stutter and blush hard. "T-Thank you" You waited for him to be comfortably laying down before straddling his thighs and putting aside your panties. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, is that ok with you?" you asked, waiting for him to answer. He just nodded, looking at you with his eyes filled with lust. You didn't make him wait another second before deciding to ride him. It hasn't passed so much time before you felt Zemo throbbing inside you. "a-are you close?" you asked him between yours and his moans. He just nodded, too lost in the pleasure of the moment. "me too" you answered him before taking a hand to your clit, starting to stroke it. It didn't take too long before you reached your high, milking Zemo's cock. And soon, after that, you felt Zemo cumming too. You took a moment to calm yourself down before standing up, helping Zemo to came back to his feet too. "Was I your first time?" you asked when you saw the little embarrassed expression on his face. You already had your suspicion but you had the confirm only when Zemo murmured a little "yes" "You were amazing, don't worry" you reassured him kissing his cheek. "But now I need to go, my parents are probably searching for me. I hope to see you soon" and after finishing the sentence you ran back to the gala leaving Zemo alone with his thoughts. He'll probably never see her again. When they were going to the garden he heard some people talking about her and about the fact that tonight she will meet her future husband.

It took a while to Zemo to decide to go back to the gala, searching for his parents, trying to hide the sad expression on his face. He really liked you and he hoped to get to know you better. It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple. He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them. His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him. "Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N. She will be your future wife" Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband. At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with. It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face. Maybe, after all, those galas weren't so bad.

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[cjsinkythoughts]

Suits, Dresses, and Heels

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)

A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.

There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.

Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.

Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.

You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.

Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.

“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”

You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”

His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.

“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.

“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”

You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.”

“No doubt.”

Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”

“You’re a punk.” You shot back.

Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”

“For which one?”

“Both of them.”

You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.

“It’s time. We’re landing now.”

And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.

*******************

You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.

“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”

“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.

“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”

You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.

“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”

“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”

Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”

“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”

“Buck-”

“Promise me.”

It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.

Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”

“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”

He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.

“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.

You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.

“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.

You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.

Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.

It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink. 

Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.

“Kinda is.”

He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.

Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.

He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-

A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.

“Selby will see you now.”

One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.

“You good?”

Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”

Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”

Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.

When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”

Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”

“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.

Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.

A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.

But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.

“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”

Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…

And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.

You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.

“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.

“Can you not right now?!”

“I can’t run in these heels!”

You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”

“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you.  Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.

She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”

Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”

You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…

Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.

How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?

“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”

She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”

She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”

She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.

Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” He ground out.

You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.

You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.

“Nice kicks.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”

“Did you rip the dress?”

“I was tempted to.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”

You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”

She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”

Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”

The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”

*****************

“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.

“They’re idiots.”

You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”

“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”

“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”

She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”

You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”

“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”

“Steve?”

Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you miss him?”

You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”

She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”

“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”

Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”

“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”

“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”

You gave her a look. “Sharon-”

“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”

A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.

She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”

“That’s still weird to say.”

“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”

You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”

“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”

“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”

Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”

“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”

“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”

You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”

Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”

“Yes it does.”

“Do you ever think of taking a break?”

You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”

“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

“I-I’ve been having…problems.”

Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”

“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”

“PTSD?”

“Something like that.”

“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”

“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”

“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.

“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”

“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”

“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”

You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”

She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”

**********************

“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”

You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”

“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”

“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.

He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”

“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.

You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.

People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”

“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing. 

“Dance with me.”

He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”

“I thought you used to be a dancer?”

“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.

You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”

He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.

“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”

“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”

He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.

“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”

You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”

He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”

Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”

“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”

“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.

“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”

Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”

You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”

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[munsons-maiden]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐔𝐧-)𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Okay I got really carried away with this one, sorry it took so long but when I finished writing this, I had a better idea and rewrote it completely 😂 We all need a Zemo in our life to spice up online-lectures 😁

I hope you like it - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  You're stuck in a boring online lecture via Zoom, and Zemo decides to take matters into his own capable hands to make it a little more exciting for you.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  3 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  SMUT (this is ONLY for audiences of 18+ !), vaginal fingering, vibrators 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

Requested by: @baronesszemo-blackwood 🥰

A/N: Koshechka is Russian and means kitten

You sighed deeply for the third time in five minutes – they just didn’t feel like minutes, but hours. Summer had swept across the city like a fire-breathing dragon, and the blazing heat was no match for the fan whirring in the edge of the room. You’d already retreated to the one room with the least sunlight blazing in through the windowpanes, which was the bedroom, but it was still not enough. Currently, you were draped over the king-size bed, on your belly, head pressed into the cool, silky bedsheets, to listen to an especially tiresome online lecture on the laptop in front of you.

All your prayers for the Zoom-server to malfunction today had remained unanswered. Plus, you were sweating like a sinner in church. There had been nothing else left to do against the pressing heat than undress yourself, so you’d turned off the webcam and rid yourself of your summer dress, leaving you wearing only the underwear Zemo had given you a few days ago. It looked pretty; the bra was unusually comfortable – there weren’t many men whose priority while shopping dessous for their partner was comfort just as much as design – and it matched the black lace of the panties perfectly. The panties felt a little strange at the seams though, but you hadn’t lingered on the thought when you’d put them on for the first time this morning.

With a yawn, you lifted your head and your glace flicked to the little clock at the lower edge of your laptop screen. Half of the lecture had passed. Half. It felt like watching the shift of a continental plate in real time.

“Is it that exciting?”, a honeyed voice drawled, and you turned to roll your eyes at Zemo. He was leaning in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest and a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as his watchful eyes roamed appreciatively over your half-naked form draped on the bed.

“You’re free to join me and find out”, you muttered under your breath, “First one to fall asleep gets to cook dinner tonight.”

Ignoring the voice of your professor droning on through the laptop, your eyes stayed glued to Zemo. He wore a simple black t-shirt, and it looked especially handsome with the muscles of his arms on display. He wasn’t bulky – just lean and muscular, radiating a serene kind of sexiness with his smirk that would make even the devil blush, the quiet confidence he carried himself with, the keen intelligence shining in his hazel eyes. His smirk widened as he caught you staring. “Do you enjoy the view, koshechka?“

He knew exactly what it did to you whenever he used this pet name.

“I’m not on mute”, you mouthed and nodded your head in the direction of the laptop, trying to focus back on the lecture – when something started to vibrate against you, and you gasped, rolling to the side to see if you’d somehow lied down on your phone. You hadn’t – and the vibrating sensation against your most intimate parts returned, much more forceful than before, sending a sudden jolt through your body and you gasped at the sensation against your clit. A wave of pleasure seized you – and ebbed again. What the – oh.

The panties Zemo had given you. You’d known they had felt a little strange. You gaped at him, incredulous, before you mouthed, “Oh no you didn’t.”

“Since you told me your online lectures were so tiring, I thought you could use a little…cheering up”, he purred, still leaning in the doorway. He waved a little black remote control you hadn’t noticed before in his hand, and with much of a show pressed the button in the middle. It effectively sent another pleasant shiver through you, and you let yourself fall onto your back with a low moan, biting your lip to silence yourself.

“You should mute yourself, my darling,” he winked, pressing the button again, and your hands gripped the silky bedsheets beneath you for purchase, the vibration of the panties enough to rouse you from your sleepy state and make heat pool between your thighs, leaving you yearning for more.

“Stop it!”, you half-groaned, half-hissed, but your hand already drifted down to the lace of the panties, pressing it harder against the bundle of nerves to intensify the vibrating sensation, and Zemo’s wicked little grin widened. Your hand shut out to smash the mute-button, desperately hoping nobody had heard you. The voices from your laptop were still droning on about the course topic. But oh, did this feel good. So much better than an online lecture.

“You could always take off the panties, of course. Go on. I won’t stop you”, he drawled, “But I have a feeling you don’t really want to.”

You glared at him, and, gathering every bit of resolve left in you, you finally ripped away the panties, discarding them on the floor where they landed with a dull thud.

“There”, you gasped, “You have no power over me.”

Oh God, he had so much power over you. Discarding the panties had done nothing to cool you down again, not with him still hovering in the doorway. Wearing that smirk. And that shirt.

With a deep breath, you sat up cross-legged and tried to resume your focus back on the Zoom-lecture. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen, but you could feel Zemo’s watchful gaze still trained intently on you, burning on your exposed skin like the touch of his hands would, and without taking a single glance in his direction you knew he was grinning knowingly. You could practically feel the smugness radiating off him. He knew he’d stolen your focus, knew what, exactly, you were thinking about right now, and it certainly wasn’t some scientific paper.

“You know,” he finally mused, and from the corner of our eye you could see him take a few deliberate steps in your direction, “Maybe the vibrating panties weren’t convincing enough –“ the mattress dipped as he slowly came to sit on the bed behind you, “ – to show you how much fun you could have right now –“ , he gently gathered your hair in his hands and pushed it over your shoulder to expose the side of your throat, “ – instead of giving all your precious attention to a boring online-lesson.”

With that, his lips were on your jaw, trailing lingering, searing kisses to your ear and finally down to the spot right below, where your pulse was quickening beneath the touch of his lips on your sensitive skin. Reflexively, you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, and your eyes fluttered close at the sensations he was sending through you. Oh my, this was so wrong. Were you muted? You were still muted, right? You blinked to check the little sign at the edge of the laptop’s display – yes, still muted, and the webcam was still turned off as well – and let yourself fall back against Zemo’s firm chest. His familiar scent of the cedarwood aftershave he used, mingling with the slight salty tang of his sweat, was intoxicating when it wrapped around you in time with his muscular arms. While attacking your neck with kisses that grew more and more demanding with every gasp they stole from your lips, his hands began to roam over your body, the caresses leaving goosebumps in their traces, leaving your skin tingling.

“This is not appropriate”, you whispered, “This really shouldn’t be happening, Helmut.”

The chuckle rumbling through his chest seemed to vibrate through your own bones, so close was he pressed against you.

“You can always tell me to stop,” he teased.

“You should stop.” His hands stilled on your waist, and he began to slowly pull back –

“But I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop!”

Zemo snickered and placed his palms back on the curve of your waist, his fingernails digging into the bare skin while he resumed the hungry kisses, attacking the soft spot right above your racing pulse, and his hot breath fanned against your skin to drive you wild with desire.

As if sensing your growing impatience, his right hand drifted from the curve of your waist down, over your belly button and further, until he finally found the spot where you needed him most, fingertips slowly spreading your slick arousal pooling between your legs before he brushed them over the swollen bundle of nerves, and your muscles clenched with the touch.

“Oh God”, you mumbled.

Your head fell back against the crook of his shoulder while he began playing with your clit.

“So wet for me already and I haven’t even started. But listen to your lecture, my love”, he crooned against your neck, “I would hate to be the reason for your lack of concentration. Can you do this for me while I worship you with my hands?”

You nodded, and Zemo’s fingers ran along your slick folds, and a soft moan tumbled from your parted lips, enjoying the waves of pleasure bolting through your core with every touch of his rough fingertips – but you could tell he was holding back still, teasing you. You growled in frustration, rutting your hips against him to gain more friction.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart”, he purred.

“Y – yes”, you groaned, louder this time.

“Then be a good girl and un-mute yourself. I wouldn’t want you to be distracted from your lesson.” The tease in his dark voice, husky with his own arousal, and his lips brushing the shell of your ear while he whispered to you, nearly were enough to send you over the edge right then and there. But his fingers stilled, and you let out a desperate mewl in response.

“I won’t continue if I’m distracting you”, he breathed, mock-concern lacing his voice, “I wouldn’t want to be a bad influence – you will just have to stay mute all on your own.” You could feel the cocky grin playing on his lips when his mouth brushed against the skin of your jaw. Desperate for more of his touches, you were eager to oblige and pressed the button to un-mute your microphone. Oh, the sinful things he made you do. But if he was pulling you down to Hell with him, it would’ve been more than worth it, you thought with a grin of your own, before his fingertips finally resumed to circle your clit, and your senses honed on to the pleasure burning through your nerve endings.

A muffled groan escaped you, and you bit your tongue to stifle the sounds he was stealing from your lips with the skilled strokes of his hand, the rough pads of his fingertips against your slick heat. The things he could make you feel…

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, my love”, Zemo mumbled, and his tone was almost reverent, “So stunning, half naked on the bed with only the underwear I gave you. Knowing that you’re mine. How could I resist having my way with you?”

You whimpered, your own eyes falling shut again as you kept savouring the sweet bliss he gave you while your hips moved in tune with his fingers, gyrating against them.

“Does this make you feel good, koshechka?”, Zemo husked against your ear, and you arched into him, “Better than the panties?” You could barely manage a nod, lost in your delirium of lust. He felt so good.

Your mind was hazy with want, with the pleasure that was cascading through your body with every move of his fingertips, every languid thrust of your hips as you spread your legs further to give him better access and deepen the thrusts of your hips against the pads of his fingers, missing him so terribly between your thighs, your velvet walls clenching around nothing.

“I need you”, you begged in a hushed, breathless voice, while sending a silent prayer that you’d been quiet enough so nobody in the Zoom call would have heard you. Zemo growled under his breath. His scent and the heated summer air made you dizzy in all the best ways, his breath caressing the crook of your neck, the muscles of his arms flexing as he pulled you closer so your back was pressed flush against his firm chest – it was stealing your breath and muddling your mind, turning you into a beautiful mess in his hands.

His lust-darkened voice, heavy with his accent whenever he was aroused, murmured against the shell of your ear, “You’re so beautiful when you come undone under my fingers, Y/N, but I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

Such a wonderful promise. With these words, he slipped a digit inside you, then a second one, stretching you, and your moans were growing louder and louder as he started pumping them inside of you. His free hand pressed gently over your mouth to muffle the noises falling from your lips, never ceasing to fuck you with his fingers so achingly slowly, teasing you with the movements.

“As much as I love to hear these sweet noises, if you don’t stay quiet, I will need to stop – you don’t want me to stop, do you, koshechka?” His voice was rough when he kept taunting you still, and you could sense his exhilaration at the potential risk of getting caught. It was thrilling, something you’d never done before.

You hastily shook your head, but you both knew you could guarantee for nothing, not with the heavenly things he was currently doing to you.

“Don’t – don’t stop, Helmut. Please don’t stop”, you panted, begging him to go on in laboured, breathless whispers. His fingers curled slightly against your walls you as he pumped them, and the tips grazed that sweet spot inside, eliciting another soft whimper as your back arched, making him hum into your neck in response. His teeth scraped against the side of your neck before he began to gently suck at the skin to leave his mark on you. The pleasant pain shot through you, mingling with the burning pleasure singeing your core with every move of him, every roll of your hips pushing his fingers deeper. It cost so much strength not to cry out his name in the throes of your lust-filled state, to let everyone know what he was doing to you, and you bit down on your lips – hard – from doing exactly this. You could feel his erection pressing against your lower back and one of your hands disentangled from its position in his hair to wander down and give him the same pleasure he was bestowing on you, but his left hand shot from your mouth and down to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-movement.

“Later”, he soothed, “This is about you now, koshechka, not me. I want to make you feel so good. I want to worship you first. I want you to relax and let me pleasure you and watch you unravel on my hands.”

The sweetness of his words, paired with the rasp in his voice, made the tension in your core grow until you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, until you felt as if you’d burst with the sensation of his fingers slowly fucking you.

“Yes, keep quiet my love”, he praised you, “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.”

“I’m close”, a broken whisper tumbled from your lips. He curled his fingers against your walls again, hitting the sweet spot inside again and again while his thumb began stroking the swollen bud of your clit, and quickening the thrusts of his fingers, your hips rolling against him, you could feel your own rhythm faltering and your walls clench around him, arousal already running down your tights. “God, yes!”, you groaned, and his name tumbled from your lips in a broken cry as your orgasm washed over you with the force of a thunderstorm. Your hands fell from their grip on his hair to clutch the bedsheets, finding purchase to stabilize you while you rode out your high on his fingers, your back arced while you threw your head back against his shoulders with the hot bliss of your climax lighting up your vision into blinding white, and his praises for you tangled with your moans as you came on his fingers. You own breathless gasps were in sync with his heavy breaths against your sweat-soaked skin, and you could feel him grin against the side of your throat.

Then, someone called out your name. It was not Zemo. With horror cutting through your hazy mind, you realized you’d entirely forgotten how you’d unmuted yourself in the Zoom-lecture.

You could feel Zemo silently laughing behind you as you cleared your throat, weakly asking, “Yes, please?”

“I asked if there were any questions”, the professor repeated, obviously bored by his own lecture, “And you rather enthusiastically called out. So, what’s your question?”

Oh Lord.

“Um, I think I understood now. No question, sorry”, you replied with a wince, and you could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks at what had just happened.

“Great. Then see you all next week.”

The Zoom call was ended, and you silently closed the laptop with shaky exhale. Zemo was still snickering like the devil behind you, and you turned around to push him back into the mattress and position yourself above him.

“You. This is your fault!”, you chided and pointed your finger at him, and the smug grin he gave you made your frown fuse into a smile as well.

“Well, if you hadn’t enjoyed my ministrations, you wouldn’t have called out as enthusiastically as you did, my love.”

With an embarrassed groan, you rolled off him, letting yourself fall back onto the mattress, soaked with sweat. You pressed your hands over your face, trying to grasp that you’d nearly been caught doing the naughtiest things during an online lecture. Or rather, letting Zemo do the naughtiest things. But oh, had it been worth it.

“Well, I had a feeling you weren’t opposed for a second run”, Zemo purred, leaning over you to place a chaste kiss to your cheek which stood in stark contrast to the wicked expression on his face. He looked rather flustered himself. It made your knees weak all over again. Zemo winked. “If you’re intent on taking revenge…I have no obligations.”

Oh yes. He could bet that you were.

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Missy’s Writing Challenge

Missy’s 2500 Followers Writing Challenge!!

So yeah, I didn't expect to reach 2500 followers! What a crazy ride this has been. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. You have been so patient with me as I’ve been struggling to write and finish some fics. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I would have left Tumblr last year.

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.

Reblog this post so others can join in.

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, or AU and Movie Quote that you want.

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)

Please no sad endings (Ex: death)

Must be a one-shot or new fic

Can be either reader insert or OFC

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s long

Only two authors on each quote. (If this fills up I will open it to 3 authors)

Due date:  9/30/21

All stories will be reblogged. I will add all stories to a Masterlist for easy access. Tag your fic as #Missy’s Writing Challenge and tag me in your notes. If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.

Marvel Characters:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Wanda

Natasha

Tony

Loki

Thor

Pietro

Billy Russo

Brock Rumlow

Helmut Zemo

Non-Marvel Characters:

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Andy Barber

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Frank (endings/beginnings)

Chris (Destroyer)

Charles Blackwood

Dean Winchester

General Kirigan (Darkling)

AU’s

Mob - (Zemo - @animnerd )

Biker

A/B/O

Cop/Detective

Firefighter - (Steve - @starbuckie )

Bartender (w/trope 1/Nat - @lovelyavengers​​​ ) & (Bucky - @dollslayer )

Royalty (w/trope 6/Steve - @ironlady1993​ ) & (Bucky/trope 5 - @silver-pieces )

Vikings (Steve - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor )

Tropes:

Enemies (to friends) to lovers (Steve - @babymango-writes​)

Sex pollen - (Bucky- @gogolucky13 ) & (Ransom - @onlyjamesbarnes )

First Time

Annoying Neighbor

Love at first sight

Evil Twin

Hate Sex (Bucky - @buckyswillow )

Opposites Attract - (Ransom - @drabblewithfrannybarnes )

Movie Quotes:

Don’t do anything stupid until I come back. / How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. (CA) - (Biker Thor - @boxofbonesfic )

Cause I’m with you, till the end of the line - (CA:WS)

So you’re telling me there’s a chance - (Dumb & Dumber) - (Steve/trope 3 - @americasass81 ) & (Bucky/au 2/trope 3 - @metalbuckaroo​ )

That escalated quickly - (The Anchorman) - (Dean W./au 5 - @wonder-cole​​ ) & (Dean/trope 6 w/abo - @holylulusworld )

I understood that reference - (The Avengers) - (Steve/trope 8 - @donutloverxo​​​

It’s not a man-purse. It’s called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one - (The Hangover)

Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? - (The Avengers)

Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it - (The Guardian of the Galaxy)

You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay - (Ironman 3) - (Dean W - @navybrat817 )

Before we get started, does anyone want to get out? - (CA:WS) - (Sam Wilson/au 4 - @fuel-joy )

We know each other! He’s a friend from work - (Thor: Ragnarok) - (Andy/trope 5 - @cptn )

I have nothing to prove to you - (Captain Marvel)

I can’t control their fear, only my own - (CA:CW)

I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for permission - (CA:IW) - (Ransom/trope 4 - @lokislastlove )

You make me happy. Even when you're awful, I would rather be with you, even the you that you seem to think is diminished, than with anyone else in the world. - (Me Before You) - (Thor - @blackberrybucky​​​ )

Person 1: I like your knife, I'm keeping it. / Person 2: That was my favorite knife. (Guardians of the Galaxy) - (Bucky- @jobean12-blog)

Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook) - (Bucky - @deaan )

I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love. - (The Vow) - (Dark!Thor x Black Plus-sized Female Reader/Trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon​ ) & (Bucky - @joannie95 )

Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy - (My Best Friends Wedding) - (Bucky - @angrythingstarlight​​) & (Dean W/AU 3 & 6 - @danneelsmain​​ )

Everything I have ever done, I’ve done for you - (Great Expectations) - (Brock - @nekoannie-chan​​) & (Darkling/trope 5 - @princessofdarkwinter​​ )

Thank you @happygowriting​​ for the amazing header! Go check her out!

#missys writing challenge #2.5k followers #writing challenge #signal boost #saiyanprincessswanie

[waywardimpalawriter]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

James 'Bucky' Barnes

Series/Chaptered Fics:

*Some may interconnect with each other will be noted*

Sinful Delight’s series: (Baker Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader) 18+ only

Prologue

Summary: Treats to tempt the palate, decadent delights so sinful they need a warning label, the pull of love so strong it could turn enemies to lovers in a battle over who’s desserts take top honors. Half million dollar’s and bragging rights offered up as prize though not the only reward risked in this winner takes all battle royale.

Main Summary: COMING SOON

Hey Bartender  (Bucky x Plus size F!Reader)

Summary: You thought you’d seen it all, heard it all till he walked in one warm summer night and turned your little world on its head.

Laundry Day (Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader) Sequel to “Hey Bartender”

Summary: Sunday’s the dreaded laundry day when there’s not a stitch of clothing to wear except the man your currently crushing on, soft Henley shirt.

All they want for Christmas (Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader x Steve Rogers)

Summary: Christmas, a magical time of year for some, for others just another way to remind them of the loss or loneliness the season brings. What others have found still eludes you sure success, best sellers and friends abound but what you really crave always just out of your grasp. With writers block determined to keep your next best seller at bay you decide maybe  a trip down memory lane would jump start the flow. Never expecting this one Christmas could change everything.  

Prologue 

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Bitten lips and sexy hips (Bucky x F!Reader) NSFW +18

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: When seeing him bit his lip drives you crazy one too many times. (Complete)

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Ruin (Bucky x F!Reader) NSFW +18

Summary: No other man will ever come close to him.

No better love (Bucky x F!Reader)(Sequel to Ruin) NSFW +18 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: They always say Christmas is the time for miracles. (Complete)

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Own worst enemy  (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

Summary: Zemo pissed you off one too many times.

The intimacy of shaving (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Sam Wilson)

Summary: Frustrated with being left behind, worry taking hold after finding out just a fraction of how bad your boys are. Making you start to search your feeling’s for both men. Especially with the intimacy of giving Bucky a hair cut and shave. Unexpected emotions surface on all parts. (Sequel to Own worst enemy)

Single Stories:

40′s Bucky Barnes Head cannon

Kiss you tonight (Bucky x F!Reader)

Summary: He thought pushing you away would be the right thing. Now watching you dance with someone else all he can think about is wanting to kiss you tonight.

Kitchen Ballet (Bucky x F!Reader)

Summary: A rare day off can lead to a little fun and sweetness.

Happy Man (Bucky x F!Reader)

Summary: After years, no decades of being at someone else’s whim, making it so he never thought happiness would be his for the taken.

Distractions (Bucky x F!Reader) NSFW +18

Summary: You’re his greatest distraction and he’s yours.

Sick (Bucky x F!Reader)

Summary: You’d always be waiting when he comes home from a mission this time, you’re not there, making Bucky worry.

Know you more (Bucky x Plus size F!Reader)

Summary: From the moment you met Bucky Barnes you’ve want to get to know him. So what happens when a little game of twenty questions that he doesn’t know you’re playing becomes something more?

Not Fragile (Bucky x Plus Size F!Reader) NSFW 18+ ONLY

China doll, gentle, fragile that's how Bucky sees you, for the simple fact he doesn't want to hurt you. Making you demand what you crave.

They can’t take that away from me (40′s Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

Summary: There’s a ghost in this house of the one I love.

The Bet (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

Summary: Game night with team Cap turns up unexpected results.

I've got you (Bucky Barnes x F!Reader)

Summary: Bucky always has you when things get rough.

Always on your left (Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson)

Summary: A little down time turns into a public declaration when the little green eyed monster shows its face. 

Drabbles/Imagines

Image Comforting Bucky

Angst prompt "I never even want to hear your name during my life anymore." prompt

#Bucky Barnes Masterlist #Bucky Barnes Fiction #James 'Bucky' Barnes

[lillywillow]

Star Spangled Bingo Masterlist

Here is my completed Materlist for my 2021 Star Spangled Bingo Card.

Puppy Love- Square Filled: Vet Clinic AU, Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Gender Neutral Reader

Brother VS Boyfriend- Square Filled: Wade Wilson, Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female Reader

The Pup- Square Filled:”Incoming Already Came In”, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Gender Neutral Reader

Paper Faces On Parade- Square Filled: Royal AU, Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Sinners ‘N Saints- Square Filled: 1940′s AU, Pairings: Zemo X Female Reader/ Detective!Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Best Laid Plans- Square Filled: Bed Sharing, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Female Reader

From Russia With Love- Square Filled: Military Base, Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Russian!Female Reader

Skincare Party- Square Filled: Playful Relationship, Pairings: Sam Wilson X Female Reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes X Female Reader (platonic), Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Papa Bird- Square Filled: Next Generation Fic, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Female Reader

Comforting Home- Square Filled: Singing in the Shower, Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Gender Neutral Reader

Healing Hands- Square Filled: Hospital AU, Pairing: Nurse!Steve Roger X Doctor!Female Reader

Tina- Square Filled: Home Alone, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Plus Sized!Female Reader

Cold Heart Of The Wild- Square Filled: White Wolf, Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Fatherhood- Square Filled: Pregnancy, Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Curses!- Square Filled: “Need A Medic?”, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Gender Neutral Reader

Birthday Wishes- Square Filled: Free Square, Pairings: Single Dad!Bucky Barnes X Female Reader/ Steve Rogers X Peggy Carter

Measured Up- Square Filled: Uniform, Pairing: Steve Rogers X Gender Neutral Reader

The Adventures Of Poppy and Alpine- Square Filled: Rescue Mission, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Gender Neutral Reader

Wedding Bells- Square Filled: Best Man/ Maid of Honor, Pairings: Bucky X Female Reader/ Steve Rogers X Peggy Carter

Swapped- Square Filled: Steve’s Compass, Pairing: Steve Rogers X Gender Neutral Reader

Checkmate- Square Filled: Queens, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Female Reader

Haunted- Square Filled: Ebony Maw, Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Gender Neutral Reader

Safari- Square Filled: Black Panther, Pairing: Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Game On- Square Filled: “I’m Turning Into You. It’s Like A Horrible Dream”, Pairing: Sam Wilson X Gender Neutral Reader

Splat- Square Filled: “People Who Shoot At You Usually Wind Up Shooting At Me, Too”, Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Gender Neutral Reader

#ssb2021 #Bingo! #Steve Rogers #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #masterlist

[eevee-of-rivia]

Horny Thought n2

Summary: Another Horny Thought I had, this time thanks to @mypoisonedvine

There will be another version of this, with a more experienced reader.

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Virgin!reader (zemo is a virgin too)

Word count: 1,5k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst and much fluff!!

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband.

But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long.

You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy.

He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face.

"Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle.

"That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face.

'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy.

And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy.

'It’s adorable' you thought.

You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face.

He must have noticed you looking at him.

So you decided to wave your hand at him smiling sweetly, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more.

You blushed a little but managed to murmur a thank you before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow.

"I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you.

"Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow.

"I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo"

"Nice to meet you Zemo"

The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question:

"If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas"

Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala.

Seeing the sad expression on your face Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t want to make you sad.

Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there"

At his request, a little smile appeared on your face.

You nodded before taking his hand with one of yours "show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens.

It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone.

"I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you.

"They are beautiful" you continued.

"You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked Smiling at him.

He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his Cheeks.

"Come on, just tell me!" you said trying to convince him, without being successful.

"Ok I’ll give up," you said, with a little smirk on your lips, before starting to run.

"But only if you catch me!"

Zemo was a little startled at first but after a few seconds, he started to run after you, trying to catch you.

After a while you stopped running, trying to catch your breath, not realizing that Zemo was right behind you.

You turned yourself just in time to see Zemo running towards you, before Stumbling over you, making you and him fall on the ground.

You closed your eyes in fear opening them only after a while, not feeling the grass under your back.

You found yourself on the top of Zemo, your hands on his chest, only a few inches between your faces.

Your Cheeks heated up suddenly, vanishing your tries to hide the embarrassment.

"I-I" you weren’t able to finish the sentence because, suddenly, Zemo’s lips were on yours.

His hands were cupping your cheeks, bringing you closer to him.

"I like you," he said, a little shy smile on his face.

"I like you too, Zemo" you answered him, trying to lift yourself from his body not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

You haven't noticed the consequences of your actions, trying to lift yourself from his body resulting in you sitting on his lap with both of your thighs at the side of his hips, until you felt his erection pushing against your core.

"I-I'm sorry.." he tried to apologize to you, his gaze never locking with yours.

"I-It's ok" you whispered, slowly rocking your hips.

"I kinda like it," you said watching Zemo in the eyes, a little smile on your face.

You continued to rock your hips for a while before feeling his hands on your hips, stopping you.

You were a little confused by his actions. You thought that he was liking what you were doing because on his face there were only pleasured expressions.

Seeing the confused look on your face he smiled a bit to you, gathering the courage to put a hand under your skirt before starting to caress your inner thigh.

"Do you want to..?" he asked, a bit unsure of what to do after that.

You wanted to say yes to him, you wanted to be intimate with him but there was only one problem.

You were a virgin. And Zemo needs to know that.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"H-Helmut I...

I want to do this with you but I'm a virgin." you said almost ashamed.

"I'm a virgin too Y/N," Zemo said.

"You don't have to worry, we will go slow and at your pace," he reassured you, ensuring you that he will go slow because he was a bit unsure what to do.

You nodded slowly before smiling at him, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

A small smile appeared on his face when you took his cock out of his pants.

"Wait Y/N, let me.." he asked you before pushing your panties aside and pushing into you making you part your lips.

A little frown appeared on his face when he saw your pained expression but you immediately reassured him, telling him that you need a bit to adjust to his size.

"You are just big," you told him, smiling.

He remained still for a while, waiting for you to tell him that he could go before starting to move his hips pushing into your core.

"H-Helmut..!" you almost screamed when Zemo hit that spongy spot before he put his hands on your mouth preventing you from screaming.

It was only when you milked his cock with your come that Zemo moaned filling you with his cum.

You both remained still for a while, panting, slowly trying to catch up on your breath.

After calming yourself down you looked at him, softly smiling at his relaxed expression before your eyes filled with tears.

Hearing your sobs Zemo opened his eyes, frowning when he saw you crying.

Cupping your face he brushed your tears away with his thumbs.

"It was that bad?" he tried to cheer you up, joking a bit.

His little joke made you laugh a bit.

"You were amazing Helmut it's just.." he waited for you to feel ready to speak up, gently caressing your cheeks with one of his hands.

"The reason that I am here, at this gala with my parents, it's because.." you sighed a bit, before taking a deep breath.

"My parents want me to meet my future husband.

When Zemo heard your words his entire world was crushed.

He liked you, he wanted to know you better and to spend his days with you.

But now everything was just gone.

"I-I'm sorry Helmut. I know that I should have told you that before, it's just...

I like you"

"I like you too Y/N," he said, sitting up and kissing you gently.

"Don't worry, we will find a solution, ok?" he reassured you.

You just nodded before getting up and helping him to get on his feet.

You fixed your dress before sighing a bit. "I need to return to my parents now, Helmut.

I hope to see you again" you said before running inside the palace where the gala was being held.

Zemo waited a while before deciding to go back to the gala, searching for his parents.

It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple.

He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them.

His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him.

"Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N.

She will be your future wife"

Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband.

At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with.

It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face.

A.N: I hope you liked it.

Maybe you won't need to find a solution to see each other again.

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Please remember that reblogs are really importanto to writers and that they help a lot to reach more people

#baron zemo #baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo smut #helmut zemo x you #helmut zemo x y/n #helmut zemo x female reader #helmut zemo x black reader #helmut zemo x plus size reader #virgin!reader #virgin zemo

[scuttle-buttle]

Scuttle-Buttle’s Masterlist

Tags/TW are listed at the beginning of each fic/chapter. All works available on AO3 under @ scuttlebuttle. Sadly I do not own the characters - I just needed a hobby.

If you want to be tagged in anything please let me know!

Ratings:

G - general audiences

T - teen & up

M - mature audiences, 18+

E - explicit, 18+

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Zemo x Plus Size Female Reader

No One But Me

Summary: When you received a call from Sam and Bucky to help them catch the Flag Smashers you didn’t entirely know what to expect. As a lonely PhD student studying the effects of Hydra on shaping modern history, the duo thought you could be useful in finding leads towards the case. What you didn’t know was that a certain incarcerated Baron would be working alongside you stirring up trouble, and in more ways than one. 

                 Rated: E         Word Count: 4.7k 

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Baron on the Run series

Young Folks

Summary: Zemo takes you shopping and you decide it’s time to have a little fun with your Baron. 

                Rated: M          Word Count: 1.3K

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Summary: You and Zemo do a little dance.

                Rated: T            Word Count: 1.3k

Aphrodite

Summary: The morning after No One But Me.

Rated: E Word Count: 2.2k

Beard Burn

Summary: A beard is the best disguise.

Rated: M Word Count: ~600

Man Size Meatballs

Summary: QVC is dangerous.

Rated G Word Count: ~600

What Are Those?

Summary: You buy your Baron some new shoes.

Rated: G Word Count: ~500

Summary: Zemo keeps the holsters on.

Don't Let Go

Rated: E Word Count: ~2k

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Niki Lauda (Rush 2013)

Sleeping With The Enemy masterlist

Pairing: Niki Lauda x fem!OC Catherine Sinclair/Reader

Summary: Catherine Sinclair is the younger, estranged half-sister of renowned F1 driver James Hunt. Things get a bit complicated when she decides to reenter James’ life and ends up meeting his rival - Niki Lauda. Engines ignite as Catherine finds herself caught between her feelings for Niki and the rivalry that the two men share. Will she pump the brakes or let herself crash in the inferno?

Rating: E for smut

SWTE One Shots Masterlist

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The Heist masterlist

Synopsis: Niki Lauda and James Hunt are complete opposites. With their careers on the line as International Agents for Interpol, the two get paired together to solve the case of a small underground black market art heist. The introduction of an American, a woman no less, into the team only complicates things further as the trio goes undercover. There's more than just art that is at risk of being stolen on this mission. 

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Fem!Reader, some James Hunt x Reader

Rated: E 18+ for eventual smut, language, and violence

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Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

The Interpretation of Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: Modern AU. Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a pretentious ass - that's the only way you could possibly explain the man. That being said, you needed a job to help pay for grad school, and the position of being his TA was the only thing available. You'll suck it up and deal with it, but the last thing you'll do is let this man get inside your head in the process.

Enemies to Lovers

Rated: E for smut & descriptions of trauma

Psychopathia Sexualis Masterlist

Sequel to The Interpretation of Dreams

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: After experiencing a whirlwind enemies-turned-lovers romance with the imposing Professor Laszlo Kreizler, things have been wonderful for you. Your studies are coming along, work is enjoyable, and you are in a stable relationship with the man you believe to be the love of your life. Suddenly,  everything threatens to come crashing down with the arrival of a face from the past. Will jealousy and desire consume you and destroy the love you finally found?

Rated: E for smut & dark themes

Peri Psyches masterlist

A one shot series to follow The Interpretation of Dreams & Psychopathia Sexualis fics. Oneshots vary in rating, tags will be listed at the beginning of each fic. Also posted to AO3.

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Other Brühl Boys Oneshots & HCs

Two Stars Miles Apart

Pairing: Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender) x GN reader

Lingonberry Schnapps

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist) x GN reader

Sweater Weather

Pairing: Alex Garel (Eva) x GN reader

Up In Flames

Pairing: AU firefighter Zemo x fem!Reader (smut)

Breakfast in Bed - drabble request

Pairing: Zemo x pregnant wife reader

Promises Kept

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Fischer (My Zoe) x afab!Reader

Ernst Schmidt with a baby - HCs

Modern! Andrea Marowski- HCs

Voyeurism Kink Daniel Weltz - HCs

Brühl Boys & how they would help you on your period Alignment chart

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