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scuttle-buttle · 2 years

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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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eevee-of-rivia · 3 years

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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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littlemessyjessi · 3 years

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“Mother Nature”: Baron Helmut Zemo Imagine: Plus Size

A Helmut Zemo Imagine Commissioned by: She chose to remain anon so I won't tag her but thank you love for your commission! Much love! Notes from cx: "Can you use your oc Jessi for this please? Can we have cottagecore vibes? Can we have an animal mama? Can we have a cool power and some backstory?" Note from myself: Yes, bebe, of course you can have anything you want! -----------

The tension in the jet could be cut with a knife as the three males resided there.

Sam was caught between irritation at Bucky... in general and due to the fact that he would do nothing but glower at Zemo.

And also by the subject of his glowering himself.

He didn't like the situation in any way, shape or form.

But after coming to the resolution that he was more help to them out of prison that he was in... the both of them had agreed to 'let' him stay.

Even when all of them knew that if and when Zemo was ready to flee... he'd just do it.

"So this woman?" Zemo spoke up. "Why is it that we must collect her?"

"Collect her?" Sam laughed. "What the fuck, man? She's a woman. Not a pokemon card."

"We need her." Bucky said shortly.

"Yeah, we need her." Sam laughed. "What I'm not looking forward to is the ass whoopin that she's undoubtedly gonna dish out when she sees us. What was it she told you the last time she saw us?"

"Shut up, Sam."

"Oh, yeah. Something about, 'If I ever see your wish brand Terminator looking ass -"

"Shut. up. Sam." Bucky snapped.

"Then I'll rip that Transformer's reject arm off and shove it up your ass." Sam continued through his laughter.

"I think I may like this woman." Zemo said sipping his champagne with a smirk.

Bucky just glowered out the window and Sam looked thoroughly pleased with himself with the torment he'd managed to provide Bucky in only a few short sentences.

"If I may.." Zemo started only to recieve a menacing glare from Bucky. "If she dislikes you so much what makes you think she'll be willing to help us?"

"Because Jess is easy to bribe." Sam said. "And you're going front the bill for it."

Zemo lifted his eyebrows, "Ah, I thought it would be more interesting. What's her price?"

"Probably some exotic plant that no one has ever fucking heard of and is impossible to get." Bucky sighed, running a hand down his face. "She'll let you know."

"If she doesn't shoot us before we get off the jet." Sam pointed out.

Sam wasn't scared of a lot but Jess McCarty was definitely on that list.

Even if he did find her highly entertaining.

"Oh and she hates Sharon." Bucky said staring our the window again. "So don't bring her up."

"I'm not ignorant enough to bring up another woman." Zemo said. "I was married, you know."

He had been teasing but none of them said anything else.

They weren't exactly on the best terms but even still they wouldn't bring up conversation relating to his late family.

Eventually, they landed in large field with a beautiful mountain landscape decorating the distance.

Helmut could distinctly see a large white truck in the distance.

"So much for easing into the situation." Sam said. "I see she still has Leroy."

"Leroy?" Zemo asked.

"Her truck." Bucky clarified. "Don't ask and don't bring up the bullet holes."

Sam snorted, "Yeah, I think she still owes you a few shots over that."

"Fuck off."

Zemo rolled his eyes at the two of them.

Even after all this time and how much he had become accustomed to their bickering ... it still both amused and annoyed him.

As the three of them descended the stairs of the jet, the slam of a door was heard in the distance.

A woman stepped out and leaned against the grill of the truck, blankly staring them all down.

She was tall, that much Zemo could tell even from a distance, with neck length dark hair that sprung from her head in a wild dark halo.

They'd managed to get about half way to her when she whistled and several dogs bounded from the bed of her truck.

"Fuck." Bucky whispered. "She brought the fucking dogs."

"You better run,"white wolf"." Sam said with a chuckle.

Half amused and half concerned.

"We." he responded. "I'm not the only one here."

"You state your fucking business, Barnes. Before I let them tear you part."

A smirk worked it's way onto Zemo's face as her venomous southern drawl that seemed to contrast so much to her appearance.

She was the picture of lovely.

She looked more like a fairy belonging to a magical woodland than someone associated with the Avengers.

Like a tall, curvaceous Elven queen.

"We need your help and we brought an ATM who has connections." Sam said trying to ease the tension.

She didn't seem impressed.

"I'm not asking again, Barnes. You got three seconds before I sick the hounds on you. And they're hungry. We've been into town passed the diner where they're having a fish fry. My babies are just dying for a snack. And if you even think about laying one hand on them, I'm turning that fucking arm of yours into a coat rack." she spat.

"God dammit, Jess. I told you we need your help. It's a mission and you're the only one who can-" Bucky started before she snapped her fingers and the dogs charged at him. "Shit!"

Realistically, Bucky could've ended those dogs in seconds but if he did, A.) she'd never help them, and B.) she'd make him suffer for it.

Buck let out some kind of strangled cry as he took off away from the dogs chasing after him.

Zemo, no stranger to the military and the dogs associated with it, noted that none of them actually looked as if they were going to harm him but rather just enjoying the chase.

Bucky didn't need to know that though.

"How long are you gonna let them chase him?" Sam chuckled as he and Zemo finally made their way closer to where she stood leaning against the truck.

Jess shrugged, "So what is it exactly that you need?"

"We just need your help with a mission." Sam said. "We can talk about the details later if you decide not to kill us."

She scoffed, "I'm not going to kill you, Sam. But I might maim Barnes a little. Enough to make me feel better."

She finally turned her eyes on Zemo who gave her a small smile.

"So you're the ATM?" she asked with lifted brows. "Do you have a name? Bank of..."

"This is Zemo." Sam said. "He's a Baron and he's loaded."

"Zemo." she nodded, dark brows drawing together.

"Please call me Helmut." he said producing a hand.

She took it firmly as she stared at him.

"Zemo..." she said almost tasting the word in her mouth. "That is so familiar."

Sam sighed, "Yes, it's that Zemo, Jess. And I know what you're thinking-"

"You have no idea what I'm thinking." she snapped, her eyes wretching themselves away from Helmut's soft dark eyes to meet Sam's endless pools.

"Jess.."

"No, you were not there and you do not know." she said as her skin and hair began to change color as her temper rose.

It was then that Helmut recognized just exactly who she was.

"You were there." he said. "In Sokovia."

Her eyes connected with his.

"Yes, I was." she said. "I was with the Avengers when we faced Ultron."

"You're the one that stayed." he said.

"Yes." she whispered.

"You are a hero among my people." he said. "Those of us that are left."

"I am no hero." she said turning away from him and whistling for the dogs who had chased Bucky up an old flagpole and were barking at him.

"There would be many more Sokovians dead if you had not stayed. We were not a large people to begin with and there are even fewer now. I know several who owe you their lives." Helmut said.

"They owe me nothing." she said. "And for the record, of course, I do not support the bombing but I also understand what it is like to be ridden with grief and confusion and anger when you have lost loved ones. Especially as someone who had lost their own children."

Helmut's eyes softened as he thought of his late wife and child and it was then that he recognized the same tendrils of heartbreak in the woman's eyes.

"For what it's worth, I destroyed my fair share of places in my grief." she said. "People will remind us of our faults as long as we live but what they say can never compare to the torture we inflict on ourselves."

Helmut said nothing, only nodded in understanding.

She turned to Sam with a sigh, "I will help you. But I am going to kick Barnes' ass for good measure."

"You sure you wanna go toe to toe with the Winter Soldier?" he teased her.

She lifted a brow, "He is just a man. A soldier. Like the both of you and I can assure that I am not scared of any of you."

"Well, he's not exactly..." Helmut said.

"Yes he is. He lives, he breathes, he bleeds." she cut him off. "And he shot my truck and kicked me off a building. So I atleast owe him a kick in the nuts."

Sam and Helmut dissolved into a fit of laughter as she whistled again and the pack of dogs came running before bounding into the bed of that beat up white truck.

She opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.

"Do you have a way to follow me? Other than by jet?" she asked through the open window. "Or do I need to drop the hounds off and come back?"

"It's already taken care of." Helmut said gesturing behind to the jet where Oeznik was pulling driving the car off the jet.

"Nice car." Jess said. "I still prefer Leroy though."

"Definitely a beauty." Helmut said. "A little rough around the edges but all wild things are."

Helmut gave her a soft smile to which she returned before speeding off.

"What the fuck was that?" Sam asked.

"What was what?" Helmut asked.

"You flirtin with her?" Sam said. "She will eat you for breakfast, man. And then shit you out and use you to fertilize her little poison garden. Don't go down that road."

"What road?"

Bucky had rejoined the conversation.

"Man, you run like a bitch." Sam laughed.

Bucky just stared at Sam in irritation.

"You couldn't even fight off a pack of dogs?" Sam teased. "One of them was a Yorkie, Buck."

"First of all, I told you that you can't call me that." Bucky said. "Second of all, if I so much as look at one of those dogs the wrong way you know she'll launch a missile at us."

Sam just snickered.

"Apparently, you have a 'kick to the nuts' coming your way." Helmut said and Bucky groaned.

"She is never going to forgive me." he said.

"Why exactly did you shoot her property and kick her off a building?" Helmut asked as they piled into the car.

There was a brief argument about the seat being moved up before Bucky answered.

"Look, the truck was an accident." he said. "It was just caught in the crossfire. And I only kicked her off the building because she was nearly insane."

"Weak logic, man." Sam laughed.

"You were there, asshole!"

"You could've tackled her to the ground."

"While she was trying to choke me to death with vines?"

Sam just laughed at Bucky's predicament while Helmut continued to ponder this woman.

He remembered what little footage there was of her.

After the battle with Ultron, Sokovia had been decemated and the Avengers had left them in the rubble.

In reality, they had tried to evacuate as many as possible.

With the help of Sokovia's own, The Maximoff Twins.

But when it was all said and done, Sokovia was left in the rubble and Earth's defenders just deserted them.

All but the one.

He'd seen the footage.

Shaky cellphone videos of the woman who transformed into animals to move the debris crushing people to death.

Or of how she was in the tents with the small group of survivors using her powers with plants to heal as many as she could.

She'd even tried to plant things and bring the country back to life before the government had basically laid waste to her work.

She'd been most popularly dubbed as Mother Nature by people across the globe but she never spoke in public or confirmed her name.

Helmut got the feeling that she didn't exactly like being apart of the Avengers and certainly did not enjoy the attention that went along with it.

He knew then that it had to have been her that cleared the bodies of his father, wife and son for when he found them among the dead that had been intricately encased in vines with flowers decorating them in the most beautiful way.

When he'd asked about it, he only been told that Mother Nature had stayed to help them.

He hadn't understood that at the time.

After the loss, all he could think of was revenged as grief consumed him.

By that time, she had long since left the Avengers and wasn't on his radar.

He'd never put two and two together.

Helmut drove for the longest time, the lamborghini speeding along the road as they followed the beat up white truck.

The pack of dogs all happily placed in the back, tongues flopping in the wind and tails wagging.

The further they trekked the wilder the country became and soon the hot rays of sunshine only beamed through the thick cover of vegetation above them.

The light through the leaves creating a green glow.

"I feel like Welcome to the Jungle should be playing right about now." Sam commented.

The finally broke through the tunnel of vegetation into a large property of rolling green field smattered with wildflowers and towering trees.

Garden beds and greenhouses were in the distances and horses could be seen grazing freely as chickens clucked around them.

Helmut noted that there were no fences, no pins, no coops for the chickens but instead all he wild life seemed to roam freely.

"Just forewarning you, there's probably a bear or moose around here somewhere." Bucky said. "But don't shoot it or we're dead."

"A bear?" Helmut asked. "She keeps bears as pets?"

"Don't call the animals her pets." Sam said with a smirk, "It pisses her off and as much as I would just love to see you get shot, it's not very practical at the moment."

Eventually they came to a stop behind the truck.

The pack of dogs all bounded out and took off in the direction of several little goats who seemed more than happy to play with them.

Helmut took in the home in front of him.

It was a beautiful home.

Simple in design but stunning in the sense that it seemed to be built around a tree.

"Come inside and have some tea." Jess said. "I'm going to need some if I'm going to listen to whatever utter bullshit you've gotten yourself into this time."

"Uh uh." Sam said with a shake of his head. "That is a lion. I am not going up there."

Jess narrowed her eyes at Sam as Helmut and Bucky looked around for what he was talking about.

Sure enough on the level there was a small balcony where the railing was absolutely littered with cats and a rather large mountain lion was sitting there watching them all with it's great luminous eyes.

"She's pregnant. Relax." Jess said ascending the steps, gently smiling at Helmut when he followed her without reservation.

"Like that's supposed to instill confidence." Sam said. "You ever been around a pregnant female? Hell no."

"I have been a pregnant female, Wilson. And I also very clearly remember the labor pain of having twins. So watch your mouth and come on. If she wanted to eat you she would've already done it. Though if you're so scared, just feed her Barnes. That should tide her over for a while." she said disappearing into the house with a chuckling Helmut behind her.

"This is your fault." Sam said shoving Bucky who only shoved him back.

"Shut up, Sam." he said before they continued up the stairs with Sam moving a little quicker as the cluster of felines watched him.

"I hate cats, man." he sad. "Fucking creepy."

Bucky snorted.

"What?"

"Nothin."

"What?"

"Just fitting that the bird is scared of a little kitty." Bucky teased.

Sam lifted his brows, "First of all, that was not a kitten. That was full on Lion King back there. And second of all, have you never seen Looney Toons. I'm not trying to be Tweety bird."

"Stop being a pussy and come on." Jess' voice rang out. "And shut the damn door. You're letting all the cool air out."

Sam and Bucky grumbled at each other before making their way into the kitchen to see Helmut sitting at the table already happily sipping a cup of tea.

"This is exquisite." Helmut complimented her. "What is it?"

"It's peach and apricot." she said pouring both Sam and Bucky a cup and leveling them both with a look that told them if they didn't drink it she'd strangle them.

"It's wonderful. Thank you." Helmut said.

"It was my daughters' favorites. Flora loved peaches and Fauna loved apricots. So to please them both my husband used to blend them together for their little tea parties. Along with little pieces of toast and jam."

She smiled into her own cup of tea but there was a sadness there that he recognized.

He chose not to remark on it and instead studied her features as Sam relayed the information as to why they were actually there in the first place.

"I've seen the Walker guy." she said. "It's unsettling to say the least. But you know I do the limelight, boys. I walked away from all of that when it became obvious that-"

"Jess." Bucky said. "Please. You don't have to talk to anyone. You don't have to-"

"People died. And not just in Sokovia. Yes, that was the final straw for me but it was happening long before that. I understand that 'earth's greatest heroes' or whatever are there to defend everyone. But no one ever stays around to see the carnage. No one talks about everyone who dies in the crossfire. I joined the avengers out of revenge. I was fueled by my anger and pain and I went on missions. How many have I ended up inadvertantly killing under this ruse of 'for the greater good'. I loved Steve to death but he took that shit to his heart and forgot to use his eyes." she said. "While everyone else is busy looking at the 'bigger picture' all of these other people who perhaps you don't know the names of are dying horrible deaths, boys. I pulled people from wreckage who had moment to live. People who's organs were crushed into nothing and they were rushing to give me messages to pass along to their families. Those people are the heroes and no one ever knows it."

The subject of Steve was a sensitive one for everyone but she had a point and they knew it.

She sighed as she looked down into her teacup again, "I will help you regarding John Walker. But I'm not blindly following orders anymore. I make my own decisions and when I'm done, I'm done and I don't want to hear anything about it when I go."

The three of them nodded even though she wasn't asking for permission.

"You want some more tea, love?" she asked Helmut who's heart fluttered a bit at the soft term of endearment.

"Please." he said watching as she methodically poured him another cup.

"I can not leave immediately." she said. "I have to take care of a few things first. But you are welcome to stay here if you wish."

"And if you're not afraid of the cat." she said, aiming it at Sam. "Tweety bird."

"I hate you." he said flatly and she only laughed.

"Her name is Cleopatra by the way. Or Cleo for short. And if you give her a can of tuna from that cabinet there then she'll be putty in your hands. If you rub her belly then she'll love you forever." she said. "She also seems to enjoy listening to Elvis Presley and laying in the sunlight. If that should interest any of you."

"Thanks, Jess." Bucky said sincerely.

"You're welcome." she said. "But I still owe you a beating."

He sighed, "Fair enough."

She left the table and meandered out onto the lower porch to stay at the horizon.

Sam and Bucky said nothing as Helmut followed her out there.

"Thank you." he said as he stared off in the distance as well.

"For what?" she asked. "The tea? You're welcome, dear. It was nothing."

"No." he said turning to look at her. "For what you did for the bodies. My father, wife and son were among the ones you uncovered. They told me it was Mother Nature. I never put it together but now I see."

She said nothing.

"I did it because it was what I would've liked for my own family." she said. "I'm just sorry I couldn't do it for everyone. I tried but there were so many that needed healing. I didn't have ti-"

"The people of Sokovia know that." he cut her off. "But as a son, a husband and a father, I'm thanking you for myself and also for everyone else."

She said nothing as they stared out at the trees.

"What happened to your family?" he asked her.

He knew, from first experience, how painful it was to talk about something like but he wanted to know.

"There was a bombing." she said. "My husband and I had taken my daughters to the museum to see the dinosaur exhibit. It was so wrapped up that day that it was nearly impossible to get food there. So we called in some food a couple of miles away at one of the girls' favorite resteraunts. He'd told me to go and get it and that they'd meet me by the water fountains and we'd have lunch. I was stuck in traffic for a good hour coming back ��when it hit. They'd called in an air strike because it was confirmed that an extremely dangerous terrorist was there. He'd been on the run for nearly a year from a foreign government and when it was confirmed what he had on him, I guess they decided it would be better to blow everyone there off the place of the planet that risk him setting it off and possibly destroying the world. I saw it hit, saw everything go up in flames before it the whole of everything just crashed into the ground. Like the whole word swallowed it whole." she said, voice shaking.

Helmut watched with rapt attention as she struggled to continue.

"I just jumped out of the car immediately and took off. Police were swarming and I got thrown this way and that but I got loose. My family was in there. My husband. My children. I dove head first into the crater not even thinking about self preservation or logic at all. There were no survivors of course but I didn't care. A mother can't just walk away like that. Or atleast I couldn't. I should've died on impact based on the fall but I didn't. About half way down gas released and I can just remember the burning. My skin felt like it was melting off. I was still falling through the air and my skin was searing hot, burning every nerve ending I had. And then I hit. When I woke up, I wasn't there anymore but I panicked because I was covered in vines. Wrapped up like a mummy in vegetation." she said, a dark chuckle coloring her tone.

Helmut shivered as a chill ran down his spine.

"The local authorities pulled me out when everything had been cleared and they began to sort through the wreckage. I'd been turned over to American government when they discovered my ID in my back pocket. They told me that it took forever for the police to get in because vines kept growing from everything I touched. Several of them were strangled to death as I lay down there unconscious. I was deemed dangerous and therefore put it a high security area. I was told a version of what happened that day and propositioned to join the Avengers. I was angry and grieving and I wanted to find out who murdered my children, my husband... so I accepted without hesistation. So when I tell you that I understand how you got to the point that you did... trust me. I get it."

Helmut said nothing as he reached out to take her hand.

"Perhaps, you and I are not so different." he said.

"Probably a lot more similiar than you think." she chuckled.

"Though I am not a goddess." he said with a small smirk.

"I'm no goddess." she said.

"Ah no?" he asked. "Not Mother Nature then?"

"Sure you can call me mother nature...of the current year where I've been poisoned by the human race and am genuinely fed up with life in general. Maybe Mother Nature's trailer trash cousin, Global Warming." she said and Helmut laughed at her in disbelief. "I can say trailer trash cause I am trailer trash."

Helmut shook his head in amusement.

He wasn't sure of anything in that moment but he was thankful for it and he hoped that perhaps his family was somewhere looking down on him.

He silently thanked them for allowing him to meet the one person who had stayed.

Mother Nature always found a way.

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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

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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

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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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Two Stars Miles Apart

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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

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Beard Burn

Baron on the Run series

Pairing: Zemo x Plus Size Fem!Reader

WC: 687

Rated: M

Tags: mentions of sexual situations, bearded zemo 🥵

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A soft hiss escapes you as you roll over in bed, barely conscious of the world in your half awake state. Your hand stretches out to reach for him, your Baron, but meets the cold of the pillow instead. Finally opening your eyes to the harsh sunlight of the bedroom you see the clock reads almost 10. He has undoubtedly been up for hours. As you sit up the blanket falls from you, revealing your bare skin to the empty chill of the room.

Shifting to stand, the chafed skin of your plush thighs rubs uncomfortably. Zemo had been rather zealous in his endeavors last night. His newly grown beard leaves remnants like a brand against you. A flash of memory hits; the rough scratch along your delicate skin as he made you come apart under his lips and tongue. Helmut was beyond generous in his affections for you. It wasn’t something you could have prepared for - just how demanding and yet just how giving he was. You knew he would ruin you. In fact, he already had.

Finding a cotton shirt on the floor, you pull it over your head. Searching through his things you find a pair of clean briefs. They are long enough to offer some protection against the further abuse to your poor skin, but comfortable enough that you don’t mind wearing them. Glancing in the bathroom mirror you notice how the material hugs your curves; god my ass looks fantastic in these. You figure he will appreciate the look of you in his clothes.

You find your way to the living room. Helmut sits on the leather loveseat, newspaper in one hand, tea cup in the other. He glances at you from above the cup. “Good morning, liebling. I was beginning to wonder if you would come join me soon.”

Crossing the room you perch on the arm of his chair. He folds the paper neatly before pressing a chaste kiss to the still exposed part of your thigh. “Did you sleep well?”

You shrug, grabbing the cup out of his fingers to take a swig. “Mostly.” He takes his tea sweeter than you prefer. But that’s the other thing you’ve learned in the month that you and the Baron have been hiding out - that man loves his sweets.

“Oh? Perhaps a complaint is in order?”

“Just one.”

“And what might that be, schatzi?” His tone is patronizing, but in jest. The way he peers at you from beneath his lashes is playful.

Instead of speaking, you reply by pulling up the inside of the shorts you wear, revealing the raw, reddened skin to his wandering gaze.

He smirks. “Ah. My apologies.” He’s not sorry.

You hum in response. Bringing the hand without his cup up, you scratch your nails through the coarse hair that lines his face. The beard is full and lush, not too long but just long enough to add a sort of rugged quality to him. It is so incredibly masculine that the sweet nothings he often whispers to you should feel out of place. “The things this does to me…” you mutter wistfully. Helmut practically purrs against your touch. “How long are you planning on keeping it?” You don’t admit it, but you hope he does.

“That depends on how long we are in hiding. But I rather think you enjoy it too much, schatz, so perhaps longer,” he teases. He leans towards the tea you hold. Carefully, you tip the cup between his waiting lips. A stray drop is caught in the edge of his beard. With a considerate swipe of your thumb you collect the beaded drop from his chin.

The air surrounding you is riddled with heat. Before either of you could make the final move to jump the other’s bones your stomach growls angrily. The tension is broken by the sound.

Helmut chuckles. “Seems I should make you breakfast before I receive another complaint.”

He stands and walks off to the kitchen, not before dropping a soft kiss to your forehead. Downing what’s left of his tea you chase behind him. “Crepes please!”

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Young Folks

Baron on the Run series

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

Pairing: zemo x plus size fem reader

Word count: ~1.3k

Rating: Mature, mildly suggestive and depictions of lingerie but no actual smut

Tags: fem!reader, plus size reader, fupa (is that a tag?), cuteness, slight age difference, sugar daddy zemo, suggestive language, domestic, self confidence, tik tok trash, bad german

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You should've known you'd end up in this position at some point. Seven weeks since leaving Riga and you had worn everything in your bag more than probably socially acceptable. Even the Baron resorted to wearing the classic jacket-and-ballcap look to be less conspicuous at times, only at your insistence. The fitting room you currently occupied was looking more like a tornado had blown through it than a person. Helmut insisted that you pick out a variety. Dresses, blouses, sweaters, and pants lined the walls and bench within the room. You glanced in the mirror. The jeans you had on fit like a second skin. They should for the price of them, you thought. Helmut did say he wanted to treat you - "for you, anything mein liebe."

The two of you had been in the shop for nearly an hour now. The staff followed the Baron likpuppies, placing all the items you chose into the fitting room for you. Helmut insisted you try on anything and everything that struck your eye. By now you were on outfit 14. 15 maybe? You lost count. “I really think we should have some sort of fashion show montage music playing. Really set the mood.”

Opening the door to show Zemo, you couldn't help but notice how his gaze slid up the length of your legs before settling on the curve of your ass. He only broke away when you spoke. "I really like these high waisted ones much better than the lower cut. Gotta contain the ‘fupa’ - keep that bad boy in," you laughed. You turned, wiggling your hips as you showed off the jeans.

Blinking once, Helmut cocked his head to the side, "contain the…. What?"

“The ‘fupa’.” The clueless look remained on his face, eyebrows scrunched. Oh he’s so adorable when he’s confused. Putting him out of his misery you gesture to the lower pouch of your stomach. “That’s what all the kids are calling it these days,” you explain, trying to sound cultured.

“I see…. It appears I am quite behind on what is considered young and ‘hip’ now.”

“Years in a maximum security prison will do that to you. Don’t worry - I’ll catch you up, old man,” you wink before closing the dressing room door.

Shimmying out of the jeans you pick the next item to try on. Leggings and a purple knit sweater; simple and comfy. You ready yourself to show Helmut, but when you open the door he’s no longer seated on the chair he previously occupied. Shrugging, you admire yourself in the 3-faced mirror along the wall. The sweater emphasizes the curves you like while hiding those you don’t.

Two outfits later and still no Helmut; you begin to worry that something is wrong. Opening the door once more you clutch at your chest in shock. He’s leaning on the doorframe, a sly smile on his face. “Jesus, Helmut - you nearly gave me a heart attack! Where’ve you been I was getting worried?” You glance down at the movement of his arm.

“I was on a mission,” he shrugged, his smirk never fading. Holding out the pieces of material, you see exactly what kept him from you. Sets of lace, ribbons, and straps were placed in your hands. Lingerie. “I have kept your preference for the high waisted, as you said you are more fond of it. Although, I would love you in anything…. Or nothing.” Your face heats under his stare. Turning to close the door, Helmut called out a “don’t be long now, liebling.”

Looking through the options you decided on the simple off-white babydoll and panty set first. Although quite transparent, you admired how delicate you felt. White was not always the most flattering color for someone trying to hide the softness of their body, but if Helmut picked it out there must be a reason. You certainly did look angelic. “Meine engel,” you could imagine him saying.

Next you grab a navy blue teddy. The mesh is covered in small polka dots of the same blue, featuring a sweetheart neckline, cinched waist, and cheeky backside. The cut felt vintage; add red lip and you could be a real pinup girl. As much as you wanted to show Helmut you didn’t think the shop owner would appreciate you traipsing around half-nude.

The last set you reach for is a deep purple. The same color as his mask, of course, you think. Three pieces make it up. Taking a minute to ensure each strap is correctly in place, you nearly gasp when you see yourself in the mirror. A balconette bustier presses your ample breasts up and inward in an obscene manner. Garter belt, sans stockings, clasped around your middle accentuates the narrowest part of your thick waist. The thong sits high on your wide hips, the globes of your backside on full display. You should feel entirely exposed. Instead you feel like an absolute goddess draped in his color. His goddess.

“I hope there is good reason for you to keep me waiting, schatz.” Zemo calls from the chair outside.

“Ye-yeah, I’ll be done in a minute,” you call out, not yet ready to leave the bubble you’ve found yourself in. Deciding that you don’t want to leave it, you find the next best solution. Ripping the price tag off the set you have on, you redress in the clothes you wore to the shop, all while leaving the lingerie underneath. You stuff your boring undergarments in your oversized purse and grab the items you are purchasing.

“I trust you found something you liked?” Helmut inquired, a hand on your back as he led you to the register.

“I did,” came your flippant reply.

Reaching the register you placed your items down before handing the removed price tag directly to the cashier with a smile. The Baron’s brow raised at the action for a moment before connecting the dots. A huff left his nose at the realization of which piece was missing from the pile, and thus where that set currently was. You ignored the way his heated stare bore holes into you.

Finishing the transaction, Helmut grabbed the bags before leading you out of the shop. Leaning in you placed a sweet kiss to his cheek, a whispered “thank you daddy,” in his ear.

“We should return home.” Helmut stood rigid, his pupils blown as he regarded you. The faint pressure of a growing hardness pressed into your hip. It was easy to guess what was on his mind.

Uh uh. That won’t do. You wanted to see him suffer. As much as he teased you the last few weeks with everything he did you wanted a taste of the action. To make him have to think about what you have underneath your clothes. About your body wrapped in his color. About all the things he wants to do to you but can’t. You decide to pretend not to notice his current predicament. Innocently as possible, you whine “already? I’m not done yet, I really wanted to visit the little bookstore up the block. And then I figured we could go get a cup of tea - I can catch you up on what us young folk are up to these days! Someone needs to educate you, so we might as well get to it!”

“Oh I’ll show you what is up, schatz,” Helmut growls.

You give him your best puppy dog look before he sighs. Pulling away from you to compose himself, you begin your journey to the bookstore, biting your lip in satisfaction. “Come on, boomer!” you yell. Zemo trails behind.

“I am in trouble…” he mumbles to himself.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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WC: 496

Rated: G

Tags: this is so dumb and I'm not even sorry, domestic, small reference to turkish delights and his son

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“Helmut!”

“Yes, liebling?” he calls back from the kitchen as he cooked dinner.

You ask “what’s your shoe size?”

A pause; “what are you up to, schatzi?”

“Nothing, just tell me.” He does, reluctantly.

Your Baron had given you his credit card after you’d offhandedly mentioned that you wanted some new shoes. He said to buy yourself something nice. What he didn’t know was that by shoes you meant a new pair of crocs. You had to leave your favorite pair back in your old apartment when you first went on the run.

After picking out a pair for each of you, you entered his bank information and hit ‘confirm order’. The mental image of the Baron in a pair of crocs made you laugh to yourself. Oh this is going to be good…

Almost two weeks later Zemo came home from some errand, a large package in his arms. You squealed, snatched the box from him with a kiss to his cheek, and bounded to the bedroom. The door slammed behind you. Helmut stood blinking before shaking his head and moving to the home office.

Ten minutes later he heard a squeaking-squishing sound. Looking up you stood in the door, a smirk on your face.

“You like?” you modeled a pair of deep purple rubber clogs that were covered in little charms.

“They are… comfortable looking?” Helmut said without conviction, unsure what the hell it was you purchased.

“Oh totally, AND I got you a pair!” You pulled a matching pair from behind your back. A hand gestured underneath and you “oo’ed” as you showed them off. Zemo’s brows furrowed.

“Look at them, they are so you!” On the offending footwear were little plastic charms. “You have a champagne glass, a crown ‘cause you’re royalty, there’s a Lightning Mcqueen because you have a lot of cars - and I thought it was cute, and a book to remind you of me,” you explain pointing to each charm. “And they’re in your color.” You smile.

He couldn’t help but think they were the most ridiculous and hideous pair of shoes he had ever seen. His face must have mirrored his thoughts. You sigh. “Okay I know they aren’t really your style, but at least try wearing them around the house for me? Just give them a shot?” You give your best puppy dog look as you ask.

“The things I would do for you, schatz…” he mumbles, holding out a hand for the shoes.

A week had gone by since the crocs had come in, and Helmut had done exactly as he had promised. In fact, he refused to openly admit it, but the crocs were some of the comfiest shoes he had ever worn, even if they were the most obnoxious. He wore them in the house like slippers. You yourself wouldn’t brag but you knew he loved them.

Another two weeks pass when you notice a little candy-shaped charm has been added to the bunch.

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eevee-of-rivia · 3 years

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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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