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THANATOS | PART 01 — AGES OF DELIRIUM

SUMMARY | MY MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: Explicit Language, Sexual Insinuations (Graphic), Sex (Explicit), Suffocation (For sexual and other purposes), Violence (Graphic), Desecration of Corpse, Murder, Concealment of Corpse, Blood, Masturbation (Male), Oral Sex (Fem!R).

NOTE: Skin, hair and body descriptions were purposely vague so that everyone interested can have a turn. Please let me know if further warnings are required. This damn thing is dark, I can't make it any clearer.

Word Count: 8.4K

A/N: A week ago, I had one of the most deliciously random conversations in the 'Cabaré Mafia do Zemo' squad, where the insane idea for this story was born. A darkfic with Daniel Brühl (or rather an OC created to be played by him) as a methodical, sexual compulsive serial killer.

I won't lie, I bought the idea right away.

I've always been a crime buff, I spent a good part of my childhood and adolescence consuming series like Mindhunter, Criminal Minds and my dearest CSI. As the conversation goes, right after some specific ramblings on where this character (still nameless) would act and how, this story began to grown.

A one-shot story (you see, one) sprung up in the darker back of my mind and I obviously said, “well, why not?”

I named it, loved and cared, and here's the beast. What should have been a one-shot turned out to be a chronological anthology. Here is the first part of seven in all, assuming I don't invent writing an epilogue, but that will be taken into account another time.

Good reading!

IT WAS New Year's Eve, and the music in the background had a persistent bass note that rumbled heavily against Lenz Heindemann's ribs. He was detached from the dancing crowd of young people, who enjoyed the bonanza of their youth showered with alcohol and drugs of innumerable types.

His slender figure wore simple clothes for the occasion, — a grey flannel shirt, under a white button-down shirt that was too open, and dark jeans that denoted his long legs. The worn brown leather industrial boots screamed that the boy didn't mind all the commotion, after all, it was just another day, in another tedious year on the calendar.

The poor quality beer was bitter and left a bad taste in his mouth, but he tried not to care as he let his deep brown eyes roam over Alma's body. The young woman happily swayed her body covered with multicoloured lights to the rumbling bass of the music and showed a voracious smile for anyone who dared to watch her.

Oh, the things he would do to take that smile from her, only to leave her babbling incoherently under his body! The thought sent a wave of heat downward. With the glass of drink hovering above his thin lips, Lenz shook his head to try to soothe the feeling. Like if his own body's physical response to the mere projection of the image of the young woman riding on him could be removed with a simple nod of his head.

The red coloured dress and bare shoulders hugged her form perfectly. The curve of her crimson lips adorned her delicate face with a mischievous smile, as her sly gypsy gaze hovered over the blond-haired young man, and she seemed to notice what was in her mind.

For a long moment, Alma occupied herself with teasing the boy with her movements. She knew of his interest in her, but it was so hard not to notice! The feel of those particular eyes on her and the way he moved slowly when she was around, studying her as if he wanted to memorize every trace of her voluptuous body.

Lenz thought her hair felt soft to the touch. His fingertips tingled at the image of her beautiful thighs around his waist and the texture of her full lips against his as he sank into her. What lovely sounds would those lips make?

Feeling a sudden wave of heat spread through his body at this particular thought, Lenz finished sipping the bitter liquid from his glass, and seized by sudden courage, he decided it was time to act. Lenz understood that if he wanted to taste the warmth of a woman, of that woman, he would have to go to her. Moving against the sweaty, inebriated bodies, he made his way towards Alma. The nauseating odour that permeated the gym only intensified with the proximity of the crowd.

The girl kept her movements slow, swaying her hips, watching the boy approach through the dancing figures. Lenz stopped in front of her, their gazes fixed on each other. Alma found the prominent bones in the young man's cheeks tempting. For a moment, she wanted to feel how smooth the boy's white skin was, and how adorable those rosy cheeks would look between her legs.

“Hi, Lenz!”, the young woman exclaimed a little loudly so that she could be heard over the loud music.

“Alma!”, he replied simply.

“Having fun?”, she asked, moving closer to him than would be considered proper. “You looked pretty interested back there…”, the suggestion in her words, it didn't miss the brown one. She had seen him looking at her.

Lenz didn't answer, but smiled broadly, like Alice's Cheshire cat.

Watching the boy's reaction, Alma took his big, warm hands and placed them on her hips, pressing her back against the young man's firm torso. She turned her face with a smile, feeling him tense for a moment at the closeness between their bodies. Smoothing one of the boy's white cheeks, comforting him, Alma pressed her lips to his ear, sending shivers through his body once more than her warm breath spread over the sensitive skin of his neck.

“Come on, dance with me!”, she whispered into his ear, her voice an octave lower.

Guiding the movements of their bodies, she paced her steps to the beat of the music. The heat of their bodies melding together, Lenz's hands gripped her hips firmly, feeling the softness of the flesh beneath her short dress. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply the unique scent of floral perfume and the musk of sweat. The young man released a low growl as he felt the pressure of the curve of the girl's hips against his pelvis.

Hearing such a divine sound, Alma slid the other of her hands upward, encircling the boy's neck. Lenz took a deep breath, his hot breather causing goose bumps on her bare skin.

The harmonic movements of their bodies together in a sensual waltz was hypnotic. Blue, purple, and green lights bathed them both, and for a while, both felt there was only them on that worn gymnasium track. Shifting her body, Alma faced Lenz, her delicate fingers invading the boy's silky locks, her breasts brushing his firm torso.

She closed her eyes and brought their faces together, letting the tip of her nose run down his pink cheek. Then, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Inhaling the boy's woody scent, tasting him, as he ran his hands up her back, breaking the space between them even more, feeling the curve of her breasts on the sides of her tight dress.

Lenz could feel the mischievous smile on her lips against his skin as, with an involuntary movement, after Alma gently nibbled that sweet spot where his neck and shoulder met, his hips thrust forward. His slightly swollen cock rubbing against her. Stifling a sigh, the boy brought a hand up to the young woman's cheek, pulling her panting face close.

Alma looked at him temptingly, the eyes of a sly gypsy descending from his hazel orbs to his thin pink lips. Lenz stared hungrily at the girl's red mouth. He could feel the alcohol on her hot breath, gulping, the boy gasped.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?”, the young woman asked with a mocking smile, letting her exploring hands run over the boy's warm torso.

Approaching their faces, Lenz let his lips crash to hers like a hungry man. A rude mess of mouths, teeth, and tongues. The act seemed to steal all the air from his lungs, drowning him in her sweet kisses. Alma's skilful tongue traced the seam of his thin lips, asking for passage.

Lenz bent his head and, stroking the length of the girl's neck with his fingertips, allowed her to invade his mouth and explore every corner, mapping as if she knew everything that would make the boy shiver. Alma tangled her fingers in the brown curls that hung at the back of the young man's neck and tugged with some force, eliciting a guttural moan from him. A hot explosion exploded from the girl's core.

Lenz felt the heat rise in flames across his skin. Tongues of fire pooled beneath his belly as, as they parted, Alma bit down on his lower lip, pulling it lightly. She released his lip after sucking it briefly, a mischievous smile adorning her smudged red mouth.

In that half-light, they faced each other, the music fading and giving way to loud bursts of fireworks outside the gym. Lenz's brown eyes were almost overshadowed by lust. The panting breaths, loud enough that only they could hear. The red trail on the boy's lips from the heated kiss was awakening something in Alma's mind.

“I want you”, he whispered close to her ear. The slight throbbing stiffness between his legs receiving a slight friction under the waistband of his pants.

Eyes clouded, her smile only expanded and nibbling on Lenz's earlobe she muttered in a seductive sigh.

“And what do you want to do with me?”, At the end of the question, Alma traced the tip of her tongue along the curve of the boy's neck, slowly.

Lenz gasped at the images his mind projected. In the darkness of January first dawn, bodies tense and minds clouded with desire, Alma thought Lenz had such non-black eyes that he could easily resemble a demon. She pressed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the wet heat that had built up between them.

Impossibly, moving their bodies closer together, Lenz sucked a bruise on the skin below the girl's earlobe and began to murmur his wishes as he carelessly slid his hand down the girl's side to the apex of her thighs.

“I want you to sit on my face while I taste you, I want to feel you fall apart…”, the deep whisper of his voice set the girl's face on fire. He slipped his hand under the hem of her dress and ran two fingers through the damp slit, covered only by the fabric of her panties, eliciting a strangled moan from the girl, even with the slightest encouragement. “I want to feel you come around me while I fuck you until the only word running on that sharp tongue of yours is my name.”, the promises trickled through the angelic lips like honey. The grip on her waist tightened as he revelled in his own words.

The caress over her sensitive bud and the lewd words, along with the hot alcohol in her blood, made Alma boil. Their mouths joined in despair one last time, the bitter taste of the beer mingling with their particular flavours, and the deep breaths they both took added to the wetness at the tops of her thighs. Looking around and noticing the general distraction of everyone around him, he smiled to himself and pressed his lips to the shell of the female figure's ear.

“Shall we go somewhere more private?”, Lenz asked, more as a statement than a question. The carnal tone soaked his voice. Nodding eagerly, Alma released her slightly swollen lower lip from the intensity of the kisses and ran her hand down the boy's side, taking his free hand and intertwining their fingers. “I want to be able to hear her scream”, Lenz added with a grin, and guided them both out of the gym towards his black SUV.

Opening the passenger door, he let her settle in and walked around to the driver's side. Turning on the ignition, as it started, unisons crack echoed in the car with its darkened windows, the door locks all came down at once, with a smile still lascivious, Lenz started to drive onto the paved road. The crunch of gravel under tires, lingering behind.

“Where are we going?”, asked Alma as she stretched out on the long bench, laying her head in the boy's lap and admiring the boy's innocent features.

“I was thinking of going to the cabin near the woods, on the edge of town, what do you think?”, he expressed, briefly removing his hand from the steering wheel for a sweeping gesture.

“The one by a lake?”, Alma waited a moment for confirmation, after the boy nodded, she continued. “I thought It was abandoned, sin-…”, she couldn't finish her thought.

“No, she's mine, actually. I didn't have time to reform. It belonged to my grandfather, after he died I ended up taking the place and-”, Alma stood up quickly, leaving her gaze level with Lenz's. The same alternating between looking at the road and at her, confused by the abrupt reaction.

“Was old Günther your grandfather?”, she asked, tilting her head, a little disbelief in her words. Lenz watched the blinding beam of the headlight in front of the SUV, unblinking.

“Well…not exactly. I mean, I delivered his groceries and over time we ended up liking each other, he was even nice after I met him, he left the place to me. The bastard, may he rest in peace.”, the boy replied with a carefree shrug.

“My God! You're unbelievable.”, Alma laughed at the young man's unlikely friendship with the old curmudgeon, shaking her head in disbelief as she resumed her position on Lenz's lap, she sighed.

“It's not that far-fetched.”, the boy said with a sly smile as he sped down the empty road. Spotting the corroded wire fence, he realized they were approaching their destination.

Biting her lip, Alma noticed how Lenz was smiling, and then remembered his warm hands running over her body. The idea of soon being with him in such an intimate situation earned her a jolt of anticipation to her core. Squeezing her thighs together once more, she gasped, trying to give herself some relief.

The boy caught the subtle movement in his peripheral vision and sliding a hand from the gear to the girl's beautiful face, he caressed her cheek, his thumb running over her lipstick-stained lower lip. Putting light pressure on her soft lips, he hissed in satisfaction as Alma let his thumb enter her warm mouth. A low hiss escaped the boy as he briefly shifted his gaze from the road to the girl who greedily sucked on his thumb, letting her tongue caress every bit it could. Waves of heat raced down his body and he felt his pants tighten slightly.

He moved his hand back to the gear shift, causing an obscene snap as he removed his thumb from her lips. With a jolt, he shifted the car onto a dirt road and followed the rutted path in the grass that he himself had once made, towards the small wooden house.

Braking the car and removing the key from the ignition, Lenz turned his almond gaze to the young woman who had sat down and caressed her cheekbones, pulling her to his lips once more. He wanted her so badly, he was barely able to control himself. The warm, feminine body was so inviting, the skin so soft, and the scent intoxicated him. With a deep sigh, Lenz forced himself to step away from her, sucking on her sweet tongue before doing so.

“Let's go in”, he muttered with his face still close to hers, the tips of their noses brushed, and the moonlight illuminated only half of their faces, but he was still able to see her nod.

Stepping back once more, he noticed briefly, as Alma put one foot out the door, that she was wearing heels. Taking her wrist in a firm grip, he stopped her from leaving.

“Take off your heels, they'll sink into the ground if you go down with them.”, the boy muttered with the best of his innocent smiles. Seeing her whisper a short 'OK’, he watched her bend over on the bench to unzip her shoes. He admired the curves of her hips and the slight valley between her shoulder blades. Then he saw the black socks that covered her skin. Stopping for a moment, he contemplated that she would get dirty if she decided to walk the six feet away from the door.

“Let me carry you…”, the words thinned his lips before he was even able to filter them. A blush burned the girl's cheeks, and he explained. “You're going to get dirty, it’s muddy outside from the earlier rain, I can carry you to the porch, that won't be a problem.”, Lenz lowered his eyes with a newfound shyness. Alma was grateful that he couldn't attest to the redness in her face due to the darkness, but she had no reason to care about the proposal.

“Okay then.”, the young woman replied as she watched the boy leave his place beside her and walk around the vehicle, opening her door they faced each other in the dark.

Turning his back to Alma and bending down slightly, so she could mount him, Lenz smiled as he felt her nails run over his shoulder blades. Chuckling at the action, the girl straddled her legs around the boy's hips and climbed onto his back, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck and standing upright to steady herself. Lenz felt the heat boiling between the young woman's legs against his back.

Alma leaned over to close the car door, and the boy began to move the short distance to the cabin's slightly decrepit porch. The wooden boards were swollen with moisture, and the greenish paint that used to cover them turned to a dirty grey, which in this light seemed to be covered in slime. The ancient floorboards creaked as Lenz stepped onto the first step of the small staircase that led to the porch. The girl inhaled deeply the boy's perfume mixed with the dew and cold night, the icy breeze blew goose bumps on her hot skin.

Slipping off the firm male back, Alma felt the coolness of the boards against her feet, precariously covered by her thin stockings. Walking to the ageing door, she froze, looking over her shoulder and watching Lenz's figure be swamped in shadows as he fit close to her, sliding a warm hand down her side and wrapping his arm around the young woman's waist in one firm movement. The girl felt the inviting pressure of the stiffened member against her hips, their bodies emanating an effervescent heat.

An almost silent moan escaped the young woman's red lips as the boy left open-mouthed kisses on the curve of her neck. Sending waves of heat down the girl's belly. Lenz lifted his free hand to the lock on the door, holding the key between his long fingers and unlocking the door with a light flick of his wrist. Opening the way, Lenz pushed Alma through the door, following her without delay and mouthing their mouths voraciously.

Sliding his tongue hungrily inside the red lips, Lenz felt the young woman's breath hitch. Tracing the seam of the sweet lips with the tip of his tongue as his hand infiltrated the soft hairs on the back of the girl's neck and tugged lightly, swallowing the melodious moan of the female figure.

Alma took blind steps back, driven by Lenz's thrusts, the taste of his thin lips addictive. Tangled her fingers in the boy's curls, Alma gave a greedy hiss as the backs of his thighs hit a hard surface. Averting her eyes from the hungry boy forward, she saw that she had bumped into a table in the living room. She barely had time to take in her surroundings, when Lenz gripped her tightly by the back of her knees and sat her down on the old table, which creaked.

Only the silver light of the night was minimally illuminated the room of the small house. The skin of the young man, even the moonlight. The golden wires of his hot curls seemed to shine like jewels.

Infilling her hands by the white shirt of buttons and removing it, the young woman removed with a hungry rush the grey flannel T-shirt that hid him from her touches. The vision made Alma salivary, the lovely constellation of his skin signs hypnotized her eyes, she drew patterns in the hot dermis. His torso was strong, firm, but not overly defined, soft and warm beneath the tips of her fingers. Lenz gasped as her nails ran through his chest, leaving behind red strokes on its way, passing through the abdomen and stopping with a tug on the line of the belt that held his pants.

Lenz felt throb at the look that the young woman had given him. His lips salinated and gasping, the stained cheeks and the primitive look through the eyelashes.

With an accelerated movement, the boy attacked the young man's mouth, biting and sucking her lips. Wandering hands ran through the sides of the feminine form by pressing the maximum meat he could touch. His fingers infiltrating under the sheath of the dress, the stormy heat of Alma’s body attracting him to press closer and closer to the young man, the volume in his pants brushing in the damp heat between the girl's legs.

Pulling her thighs around his hips with a little brusquely, causing a surprised gasp of hers, Lenz dropped her lips with a strong bite and lowered heated kisses from the jaw line of the woman's exposed neck. Incomprehensible swearing and moans left her sharp tongue as sighs. Climbing the warm hands from the hips beneath the dress, Lenz lifted her slightly to remove the frock with a sudden movement, leaving a dark haematoma in the soft skin of the shoulder before pulling the dress over the head.

Heindemann could not help but feel shuddered at the vision of the naked body of the young woman. The breasts beautifully behaved in the black bracket she wore, and the cotton thong of the same colour that presented so lovely mark of her excitement. Lenz felt heat explosions by capturing the lascivious look that the young woman gave him, the lower lip between her teeth, her breath hard.

Staring at each other, Alma watched the boy caress the curve of her neck, descending through the valley of her tits to the tight knot that held the sides of the bulge on her breasts. Using a clever movement of the pulse, the lace was broken, and soon she was able to feel the warmth of Lenz's kisses on her sensitive peaks. An obscene moan escaped from her as the brown nibbled at her cushioned apex as he played with the other, pinching the rigid peak with the indicator and the medium. Passing the flat part of the tongue over that erogenous area, he plucked more improprieties from the female lips.

Alma entangled her fingers through the boy's soft hair as she kept him close, Lenz released a sinus with a sordid snap, giving the same attention to the other. A sip followed by a carnal bite made the woman shouting pleasantly feeling him biting the top of her bust. Leaving her breasts to his hands, Lenz descended wet kisses and nibbles through the abdomen and curve of the girl's hips, pressing the tip of the tongue over the hill, warm under the fabric. Scratching the side of the young woman slightly, he slid his hands to the waistband of the garment, dragging the fabric through the female thighs out of the way.

The young woman arched her back with a loud hiss as she felt the boy support the back of her thighs over his light shoulders and nibbled, sucking the warm skin on his lips. Tracing the way to the young woman in need. Holding the lover's hips hard, Lenz licked a band in the young man's wet slit, tearing a hoarse moan as she shivered with pleasure and held his brown curls harder.

Him skilled tongue collected the juices, spreading them by the low lips, stroking in circular movements the small sensitive button. Each minimum bustle of the boy's tongue sent effervescent shocks by the belly of the young woman, causing spasms of her hips against the angelic face hungry. Lenz avidly devoured the pulsating nucleus. Alma was a confusion of hoarse groans and incomprehensible injuries, arching her back almost impossibly, feeling growing excitement flooding her veins gradually.

The brown has remained on her. His lips surrounding the fragile spot and sucking voraciously, a strangled cry leaving the sore throat, made him circle the hill with the tip of his tongue, allowing the sizes to scratch the delicate meat. Feeling the girl's moans became less constant and her thighs begin to shake around his head, Lenz sank his tongue deep inside her, sipping as a man starving the juices, proving the sweet acidity of her. Tightening the soft flesh of one of her thighs, he moaned as he felt her contract against his tongue, the guttural moan sending vibrations throughout the woman's body. With every noise he heard, Lenz felt his pants tighter, the tent in his robes causing involuntary impulses from his hips.

What sweet sounds that sassy whore made him! Lenz thrust his forefinger into the young woman's tight core, starting to pump in a steady rhythm, the obscene watery sounds reverberating off the walls along with the loud gasps coming from Alma.

Curving his index finger and adding the medium, the boy quickened the cadence of his movements by dragging his fingers along the velvety walls, touching that sweet spot inside her over and over again. Stealing the girl's loud screams when he did. With each small spasm, each time he sucked on the swollen bud, she screamed more and more, until her ragged breathing betrayed the arrival of her climax with a deep growl. She rode into the boy's face for her orgasm. He didn't interrupt his movements, helping her past the top of her and extending it until she was too sensitive to do more than babble.

Removing his fingers from the throbbing interior, Lenz rose, holding the young woman's heated face with one hand and invading her breathless lips with an insatiable kiss, making her taste her own flavour on his tongue. Alma watched with clouded eyes as he pulled away and shoved the fingers that had once been inside her into her mouth.

“Prove yourself properly.”, Lenz had a husky, heavy tone, the command clear in his voice. Alma couldn't deny him, the young man was a sight, the tops of his cheeks rosy with exertion and yet the grim tone of authority. Sucking them with gusto, Alma caught them, taking as much as she could, sipping every drop of her own release. “Good girl…”, the lascivious whisper, sent goose bumps across the woman's skin. “Take off my clothes.”, ordered the melodious voice. Without hesitating, she did it.

Raising trembling fingers to the waistband of his dark trousers, Alma untied his belt, and an obscene thought ran through her mind.

“Lenz…”, she started in her most innocent tone and moved closer to the boy's ear, her bare breasts brushing the young man's warm chest, her heels digging into the back of his male thighs. “I want you to suffocate me with that belt while you fuck me…”, Alma pulled her face away from him, letting her hot breath run over his skin, staring into his eyes. She was already throbbing for him once more, wanting him even more.

The hazel orbs were completely black in the dim light in the room. Alma could see a flame pass through his doe eyes. A malicious darkness enveloped the boy's features.

“As you wish.”, Lenz's voice was even deeper than when he had given her orders a few seconds ago.

Holding her by the waist, he turned her over on the table, laying her warm body against the cool wood. She gasped at the rigid pressure against her aching breasts. One hand on the back of the woman's neck, bending her completely, the cold air in the room chilling her. Lenz caressed the curve of her waist with a grip that would leave marks behind.

Alma heard the metallic sound of the belt buckle click and the low click of the pants' zipped being lowered, the leather wrapped thickly around her throat, squeezing. She already felt herself vibrating around nothing.

Wrapping the belt tightly by hand, Lenz pulled it out to test it, momentarily restraining her gasps, Alma moaned breathlessly, squeezing her thighs together. Freed from his restraints, Lenz stroked his swollen cock a few times and positioned himself at the girl's drenched entrance. Teasing her, smoothing his length through her damp folds, collecting the remnants of her release, he thrust his hips forward, stretching her.

A low growl rumbled in the boy's chest, feeling her fit so perfectly, little by little he sank inside the velvety walls, reaching deep inside her, promoting a breathless hiss from the girl. Alma could feel the curls in his male pelvis as he reached the base.

Moving his hips, Lenz started a slow pace, enjoying the way he glided through her, the warmth of her walls engulfing him. He had been dreaming of this moment for months. He had imagined with fever everything he would do to her, and the breathless sounds that escaped her red lips were music to his ears.

Coming and going, in and out with an increasing rhythm. With each of Lenz's thrusts, Alma moaned loudly at the pressure the edge of the table exerted on her swollen clitoris, arching her back. Waves and waves of excitement washed over her body. The leather belt restraining her neck made her throb deliciously around him. Understanding the result of that, Lenz yanked hard on the belt, the buckle slipping harder against the sensitive skin of her throat.

The young woman cried out in pleasure, chasing her second orgasm that was building beautifully inside her. She tried to follow the boy's now punitive movements. Hitting hard until those red lips parted in a permanent 'O', a hoarse, steady scream resonating loudly. The noises of skin against skin echoing through the structure of the house. Lenz felt her tighten her girth greedily, milking him as he sank, again and again. He knew she was close to her, but this time he wanted to look her in the eyes when she came.

In a swift movement, Lenz turned her with her back to the table, not missing the beat of his thrusts, and held her legs over his tense shoulders. Her sock-covered calves held on him, her heels digging into his shoulder blades. The lust-engulfed brown eyes watched the adorable sway of her breasts as she went through another intense orgasm.

“Lenz!”, Cumming around him, Alma felt the strength drain from her muscles, tipping her head back in ecstasy. She watched the male figure take her, insatiable.

Hearing her moan his name so divinely, Lenz pulled even tighter on his belt, interrupting another scream that escaped her bold tongue. Alma felt everything too much, it was almost painful. He went deeper, pressing that perfect spot inside her, looking for his own release. She wanted to scream that it was too much, that she couldn't take it, but the suffocating wrap of the belt kept her from gathering the necessary air into her lungs. The hypersensitivity weakening her bones.

The boy admired the girl's watery eyes. Encouraging his headlong movements, he felt his orgasm build. Alma watched the white, spotted skin turn pink with exertion, his torso brushing the hardened peaks of her breasts. The thin lips parted with laboured breathing, the ripples of skin and flesh with the blows. His beauty was angelic, and the beast inside him was a perfect anachronism. She wanted to scream when he slid a strong hand to the sensitive nub between her legs.

“One more, Kätzchen, give me one more, I know you can”, the nickname, the circular movements of his fingers added to the punishing advance of his cock inside her had tears running down the sides of her temples.

Lenz allowed a guttural growl to escape his throat as he felt she pulsed strongly around him. The wrist tied to his belt was pulling too hard, she was no longer able to breathe. Uselessly raising her hands, Alma tried to speak, but nothing but hoarse noises came out of her. Scratching bloody lines on the boy's back, she saw black dots fill her vision, the lack of blood on her tingling face made her feel cold despite the heat of her body.

Lenz stared into the girl's eyes, watched something inside them disappear, like the life draining from her, while the bite of her nails cut into his skin. A slightly brief snap occurred, and the hazel orbs descended as the dark leather of his belt tightened deathly at her throat. He felt himself shudder inside the girl. A loud growl left his lips as he quickened his thrusts, the same erratic ones. His rigid member was crushed by the velvet walls one last time, and he came inside her with raw strokes, spilling his seed inside her.

Leaning down from his top, Lenz lay on her breasts, regulating his breathing with an ecstatic smile. After a moment, he realized something was wrong. Lifting his head, his eyes studied her intently. Loosening the tight wrap of his belt, he noticed the sheer purple that covered her once red lips, and how that purple hue stretched across the smooth skin of her neck. A groove dug into the centre of the column of the throat showed itself, screaming for attention. Leaning on his right forearm, Lenz ran his fingertips over the purple skin curiously. The dermis was cool, and the groove in the throat had an odd texture, as if small pieces of something broken had been precariously glued together. He whispered her name.

Nothing.

Lowering his head and putting his ear to the girl's chest, he waited. A sound, noise, or beat.

Nothing.

She was dead.

Dead.

A stab of panic took hold of him. He had killed Alma, suffocated her until the life escaped her. What would he do? Taking a deep calming breath, Lenz slid out of her, pulling away as her dying arms swayed away from his warm body. Sweat ran coldly down his back, and his hands shook, both from his recent orgasm and from adrenaline.

What would he do?

Tangled his fingers in the curls, he gazed at the girl's motionless corpse. A loud hum dulled his senses, he was laughing. Laughing like a lunatic. He had killed Alma! And he had never felt so alive doing it! The unique feeling of having control over someone's life, hungry for the power to hold a future in their hands!

Then he stopped. His mind running fast. He needed to work out something to prevent future snags. Looking around, Lenz picked up his clothes from the floor and began to put them on. After returning to his well-compounded state, he once again allowed his eyes to fall on Alma.

The belt half fastened around her neck, the spread legs sliding off the edge of the table, the subtle sheen of sweat in the valley of her breasts. The strands strewn wildly around her head, the tear marks shimmering in the dim light into her hairline, one hand resting on her belly and the other bent at an awkward angle at shoulder height. But what he loved most about that vision were the eyes half-closed by the heavy lids, and the purple lips parted in a failed search for air.

Lenz lovingly memorized every detail and then walked out of the house. His mind designing a solution to the little problem swooning in the room. With old Günther it hadn't been difficult, after all he was a fragile man at an advanced age. Letting him die after cutting off the oxygen tank's supply was simple, almost painless, and virtually undetectable. He just needed to replace the severed hose with a full one, and voilà, the old man had died of natural causes. At best, someone would say that it was an unfortunate accident due to his solitary life.

The man was terribly unpleasant. A hermit no one would miss. Lenz was sure, and he was right, police officers only found the corpse already decomposed within a week of his death. Heindemann prided himself on always being smart enough to get out of any sticky situation, and so far he had succeeded in everything he planned. However, the dead girl covered by his 'DNA' inside the house had been a slip, which meant he'd need to improvise.

Opening his car door, Lenz glanced over the dashboard of the vehicle and with satisfaction caught sight of his pair of black leather gloves. Putting them on, the boy closed the door again with a thrust of his boot, and strode his way to a small shed behind the cabin.

The rust-damaged metal doors creaked as he pulled them with some effort. The former owner of the place loved to keep anyone and anything that dared to enter his property away. So the barbed wire fences encircled the land. Scanning the place with calculated calm, he spotted the coil of wire on the far wall, along with some garden pliers and a yellowed canvas covering the lawn mower. Seeing all those objects, Lenz smiled widely, a wolfish smile. He already knew what to do.

With a stiff movement the boy removed the worn canvas and placed it open on the dusty floor, it would be a little small, but it would serve its purpose. Picking up sharp enough pliers and the barbed wire, Lenz dragged the utensils out, only to notice a half gallon of petrol.

Tonight was getting better by the second.

Stretching a gloved finger around the gallon handle, he carried his arsenal to the car. First, patiently, he arranged the tarp along the single front seat, the plastic fabric stretching halfway across his seat. Placing the pliers and coiled wire on the carpeted floor behind his bench, he returned to the interior of the house. Alma's corpse was still waiting for him. Putting the gallon on the porch, Lenz proceeded to collect the young woman's clothes, he placed them beside the female figure on the table and moved his gloved hands up her straddled legs. Post-mortem stiffness was starting, and in a few hours the sun would rise. Carefully, Lenz dressed her with gentle touches, feeling the texture of the flesh once more.

Sliding the cotton thong down the young woman's thighs and watching with a lecherous eye the results of their releases oozing out of her, he snorted with the effort of getting her to a sitting position. Placing a chaste kiss in the valley at the tops of her breasts, Lenz tied her bra tightly in place and pulled the rumpled dress over her head that hung limply on her shoulder. Threading one arm at a time through the space of the straps that exposed her collarbone, he smoothed back the young woman's tangled hair, as if he were dressing a sleepy child. He looked at her pointedly, holding her cool cheek and stroking it almost tenderly. Those opaque eyes stared at him unfocused, he felt the tightness of his pants for the second time that night.

Traversing the surrounding area in search of anything else that might be missing, he removed the belt, still a bit secured, with a flick of his wrist, and caught the heavy body, slinging it over his shoulder. Carrying her out, he made her body lie flat on the tarp and closed the utility door. Returning to stride, young Heindemann picked up the can and one last time passed the musty door frame.

Picking up the belt from the table and wrapping it in the waistband of his pants, Lenz began to pour the petrol over the table and floor, tossing everything until the container was empty. Closing the gallon, the boy reached into his button-down shirt pocket, feeling his way, feeling nothing but his own body. Brows knitting in confusion, he lowered his brown eyes to the sodden floor. His gaze caught the tiny box of matches he carried with him lying in a dark corner near the kitchen, crouching down he picked it up, and an idea came to his mind. Entering the kitchen, Lenz checked the cabinet next to the stove and to his delight the gas cylinder was still there, it would be the perfect excuse for what he was about to do.

Running his fingers around the thread that held the gas hose, he loosened it with some ease, after all he had lubricated it that week when he needed the stove to accomplish something he didn't remember. With the distinctive scent filling his nose, he quickly walked away. He reached the cabin's entrance hall and took a pack of cigarettes from the front pocket of his pants, lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke with delight. The gallon was held in one hand while in the other, the cigarette dangling from his gloved fingers. Taking a deep breath of smoke, the taste of nicotine and tobacco flooding his mouth. Blowing smoke through his sharp nostrils, the young man turned away and tossed his red-hot cigarette onto the petrol soaking the floor. Soon the heat from the flames warmed his skin and spread through the structure of the house with loud cracks, the creaks of the wood dilating.

Hurrying his steps, Lenz ran to the small shed and left the gas can, where it had been, yanked the rusty iron doors shut and swerved back to the SUV. Getting into the vehicle, he turned on the ignition, and held Alma's head in his lap, just as she had been just a few hours ago. Backing quickly away from the house, Lenz rounded the grounds of the property, hearing the explosion of the shack being engulfed by fire behind him. The boy smiled bizarrely, joy and excitement coursing under his skin, the weight of the dead girl's head pressing down on the beginnings of an erection.

Tree branches whipped against the wind shield, as if revolted by the second life taken here.

Rumbling a happy melody, Lenz listened to the hollow noise of dry leaves being crushed by tires. The yellowish headlights illuminated as far as his eye could see. Carefully, he watched the expansive lake slowly approaching, a small mahogany dam rising through the sheer blackness of the woods.

Braking after getting close enough to the dike, young Heindemann left his headlights on and got out of the car. Hanging another cigarette to his lips and lighting it with the match, the flickering light of the brief flame barely illuminating his angelic face. Putting away the toothpick erased back in the box, Lenz took a deep breath, closed his door and walked with slight haste to the passenger side, got to work.

Opening the door, he cautiously pulled the tarp with Alma's body out of the car. The slightly stiffened corpse made a hollow sound as the back of her head hit the metal of the SUV's body. Dragging as hard as he could, Lenz carried the body over the canvas to the dock, the headlights were so poorly lit, but it would have to do, luckily, the moon was rising dazzlingly high.

Returning to his dark car, Heindemann opened the rear door on his side and picked up the wires and the pliers. For a moment, the boy had contemplated the difficulty of his task.

How he loved a challenge!

Striding with his long legs, Lenz prostrated himself beside Alma's body. She just seemed to be sleeping deeply, and he would have believed it if not for the opaque eyes boring into his soul.

Crouching with his knees on the canvas, Lenz began to unwind the barbed wire with ease. Gathering the young woman's lovely bare feet in his lap, the boy wrapped her ankles in a firm loop of metallic material. The rust-eaten spikes pierced the skin through the socks, and viscous veins of blood ran down the grooves. Sensing the event a little too late, as the near-black red in that light had already stained the thick fabric of his pants, Lenz decided he would try to make as little mess as possible from there.

Removing the upper garment, the young man felt the exposed skin of his torso prickle in the cold breeze. Restarting his work, he rounded the woman's legs with the metal alloy, pulling more and more violently with each turn, forcing the thorns to dig deep into the dead flesh. The scarlet blood flowed slowly, there was no pressure to rush it. A dark puddle formed along the stretched female body, as if a dark aura engulfed the poor dead woman.

Straddling his legs against the sides of her mortified thighs, Lenz lifted Alma's corpse with a strong arm as he drew the wire under the body. An impious effort to wrap it properly in the rough loops of her shroud.

His torso flush with hers reminded him of the lusty moments they had spent together, vivid images of those hips slapping so comfortably against his, the high, husky sighs of pleasure echoing back to him, the hot, heavy breaths spreading over the white skin.

His excitement had formed a tent in his stained pants.

He would have time to work this out later, now he would concentrate on getting rid of the evidence.

Pulling away from her once more, he wrapped quick laces around the young woman's bust, laying her back on the canvas. Leaning an arm beside the loosely hanging head, Lenz made generous loops of the rusty garter around the purple neck. So many loops that he was no longer able to observe the furrow born of its brutality, distorting the view of the beautiful throat. The wire squeezed impossibly into the young woman's body, each small stinger inserted deep into her flesh, already almost unyielding. With his thin lips close to the dead woman's ear, he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her hair, the musk of sweat and the ferrous smell of blood.

“We had a good time together, Kätzchen, I will miss you. I love you.”, Landing a lingering kiss on her cold lips, he said goodbye, cutting the excess wire from her neck with the pliers.

Rising, Lenz noticed that his bare torso was tainted with the woman's blood. The sight of himself sent another wave of heat down his belly. Pushing the sensation off with a shake of his head, Heindemann looked around for something heavy enough to help her sink.

As he considered how to proceed with his plans, Lenz had realized how lucky he had been. Alma was a coveted girl, popular with hers, and her sudden disappearance could draw attention. Even if he was smart enough, Lenz could not escape unscathed on another occasion. But through the malice of fate, the boy knew that Alma had acquired the habit of disappearing with her partners for a few days, so he was still three steps ahead.

Considering the situation, he could easily relocate to a new place quickly. The sudden change would not arouse suspicion, as he had nothing to cling to in town, and his final year as a student had ended at 00:01 the day before.

His hazel eyes caught the dull glow of a decaying engine of a small boat on the left side of the dike. Running towards it, the boy saw that inside it were some fishing gear, haphazardly scattered and a steel reel from the size of a cartwheel that hasn't seen use for a while. Picking up the reel gingerly to keep his balance, with a thrust of the leg that supported him on the boat, he returned to the dock. The thing weighed at least ten kilos, if he tied it securely it would be more than enough to make the body reach the muddy bottom of the lake.

Positioning the reel over her torso, Lenz ran to the boot of his car. Opening it and removing the meter of rope he carried with him in case he found someone who needed to have their car towed on that deserted road he constantly travelled, at another time he would remember to reset. Returning to the reel, the boy twice wrapped the rope around her and the reel, tying them together in a firm knot. After checking that everything was securely fastened three times, Lenz dragged the canvas to the edge of the dike, the dead woman's blood running down the plasticized fabric into the gnarled waters of the lake.

Firmly gripping the opposite edge of the tarp, he pulled it upward, her body sliding in her own fluids into the water. The watery thud broke the silence of the night, the air bubbles left in female lungs rising to the vibrant surface of the lake. Sinking completely into perpetual oblivion.

The boy calculated how long it would take before the body began to swell with water, breaking the skin into patches to feed the fishes, it would not take more than a day or two. Lenz wandered to where his clothes were waiting and removing one of the bloody gloves he caught them, throwing them over his shoulder. Folding the dirty canvas a few times, Lenz coldly placed it in the boot of the car, later that night he would burn it along with his clothes and gloves. Getting into the driver's seat, he closed the door and turned off the headlights.

Alma.

A-L-M-A.

His lips touched at the end as his tongue curled to let the words slip.

Taking a long, deep breath, Lenz felt the throbbing at the apex of his legs and smiled contentedly. Running a hand to the belt at the waistband of his pants and unbuckling it, the boy gasped as he touched the swollen length of his cock. His leather-gloved hand was covered in blood, and he used the scarlet fluid as lubrication for his paced movements. Up and down his fingers as he could almost feel the young woman's lips around him, kissing his neck, sucking bruises on his abdomen.

Noises of pleasure escaped his mouth, his hips moving in time with the thrusts of his hand. Leaning his head back on the back of the pack, Lenz felt the spiral inside him unravel until only one name escaped his lips, like a desperate prayer.

“Alma, Alma, Alma!”, With one last thrust, he came in his palm, arching his back with uneven, laboured breathing.

Lenz smiled as the dawn faded so subtly into the beautiful gradient of colours that would paint the morning sky. Starting the car with his free hand, the young man wiped the evidence of his release with his white shirt, only to discard it on the passenger's floor, wearing the grey flannel blouse, which still held remnants of her perfume. Tossing his gloves over his shirt to the ground, he put his clear hands on the steering wheel and drove casually back to the paved road.

That January first, when the turn of the century was expected to bring the end of time with it, brought the birth of something that no one, not even Lenz himself, had expected.

It was that January first that Thanatos was born.

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Hey I love your posts 🥰 and if your requests are open can there be a fuck or die situation for Zemo/ f!reader? THANK YOU 😅

What happens in the room, stays in the room

Synopsis: You thought this would be an amusing evening, pretending to be Zemo's partner for the night as the mission required it. But after Selby demannds you and Zemo 'prove' to her you truly were partners, things took a drastic turn

Word count: 7.6k

Author’s note: After seeing this I knew I had to turn this into a fully-fledged one-shot and now just some headcanons. I'd like to thank @rumblelibrary who helped me come up with the idea's for this one-shot and hyped me up while writing it. And I would also like to mention how my friend @handmaiden-of-mischief also has a really good Zemo fuck or die one-shot called Cupid's arrow, I've reread it so many times now, it's AMAZING. Also, some words will have to be censored so this can appear on tags.

Warnings: Dub-con (They both have an attraction towards each other but are forced into it), fingering, vaginal sex

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You stepped in line with Bucky, walking down the dull, grey covered corridor, while you fixed your eyes upon the figures in front of you, making sure they didn’t falter, not even for a minute.

“Do you think it was a wise idea to break him out of prison?” you mutter to Bucky who sighs, shaking his head as his eyes fixed upon the very man you were referring to. He was one of the figures ahead, walking beside Sam who really wished he could be somewhere else currently. Zemo. Helmut Zemo. A man you really wished you didn’t have to see again and not because of all the terrible things he had done.

When you had first seen him you couldn’t help but note in your mind how handsome he appeared. It was a shame that at the time he was trying to knock you unconscious. He was apologising about it while he was doing it, ever the gentleman it seems, but you had ended up in the way of his plan. Now he was a free man, without any plan and that meant he got to enjoy himself a lot more.

When he first laid his eyes upon you he instantly recognised you, and nodded his head to you, once again apologising for the circumstances you met the previous time. You couldn’t help but smirk at him, at how polite he was, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“We need him, he knows where we need to go. But once his usefulness has run out, well…” Bucky finally replies, trailing off at the end of his sentence, not needing to finish it as you knew the position Zemo was in. A man wanted by a lot of angry people who would do a lot to make him receive true punishment for his crimes.

“I doubt he’ll willingly go back, he’ll betray us” you confide to Bucky but it seemed in this deserted corridor your voices bounced and Zemo could hear the two of you loud and clear.

“Betrayal is such a harsh word, is it not?” He replies for Bucky in his honeyed voice, “I prefer the notion of simply our goals no longer aligning and we go our own ways”

Zemo speaks with his hands, turning around to face you and Bucky as Sam side-eyes him. His eyes latch onto yours, that sly smile appearing on his face again. You didn’t particularly have a thing for men in uniform, you knew too many police officers who were dicks, but Zemo in the police uniform. Well, that was something you could get used to looking at. The slight stubble he has grown out, due to being in prison gave him that rugged look that sent a shiver down your spine.

“And when you say, go your own way, that means your own way back to prison,” Bucky voice rises as he states that, his face pulling back to glare at Zemo, making Zemo tilt his head in amusement.

“Prison is tremendously boring, you wouldn’t be able to imagine it” Zemo proceeds to pause for dramatic effect, his eyes sparkling in mischief as he raises his finger pretending to have a eureka moment, “Ah my mistake, you can”

After choosing to stick by Steve’s side, both you and Sam were put into prison, even if it was only for a few hours, and Bucky had to face his own personal prison for the last few years. All of which Zemo knew, and chose to tease the lot of you with.

“At least we were in a prison for an admirable reason” you jib at him, causing his lips to twitch.

“Wouldn’t you save revenge, love, is an admirable reason?”

“People lose loved ones all the time, they don’t set off a bomb because of it”

Zemo chuckles, finally breaking eye contact with you to look at the ground. “Well, I suppose I’ve always had an inkling towards dramatic flare”

“Dramatic flare which kills people. How charming” Bucky says bitterly, placing his hand upon your shoulder to force you to look at him, “Don’t engage him doll, it’s what he wants”

“I believe y/n here, can speak for herself”

All eyes snap upon him from using your name, one which hadn’t been mentioned so far in the conversation, and which wasn’t public knowledge.

“How the hell do you know her name?” Sam asks for the lot of you, to which Zemo tilts his head. “I do my research, Sam”

“Oh, and how much did you research about me?” you quickly reply, feeling the playfulness within you spark again. Zemo’s eyes bore into yours deeply, catching onto you and the intensity in which he looked upon you made warmth start to flood you. “Not enough”

“If you don’t shut up, Zemo, I will force you to shut up,” Bucky says darkly, not enjoying the flirty tones Zemo was hitting you with one bit. Placing his hand upon the dip in your back, Bucky guides you away from the prying look of Zemo, now making the two of you walk ahead with Sam and Zemo coming up the rear.

The rest of the walk was in painful silence, till eventually, the corridor leads to a giant garage, full of old and expensive cars.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam says sarcastically as your eyes widen at the sight of all the cars before you.

“These are mine” Zemo plainly states, walking over to one of the cars to open the boot. “Collected by my family for over generations”

“So you and your family are those car-obsessed people” you joke, walking over to see exactly what Zemo was grabbing but as quickly as he opened the boot of the car, he closed it again. “I believe everyone can appreciate a good car, even you y/n.”

“Well, there are one of two that do take my fancy” you murmur, walking over to stroke the side of one car in question.

“I have spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the Serum because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people, like the avengers”

Out of another car, Zemo pulls out this long coat, with fluffy collars which made you wonder if now was really the time for a wardrobe break. Zemo seemed to think differently as he did indeed disappear to change. He took his time as well, but when he emerged you felt your own heart skip a beat seeing how he was dressed, tight black trousers, leather gloves, the coat fitting nicely around his purple turtleneck. You had to give it to the man, he had style. He’d even shaven his face, favouring the clean-cut appearance, instead of the rough look. Now he had an air of elegance to him as his coat blew out in the breeze, he had money and he was going to make sure everyone knew it. You certainly knew it when your road trip landed you at a private airport where Zemo had a jet already waiting for the three of you.

“Perhaps if the cars do not attract you, the jet might” Zemo murmurs, chuckling as he sees the way your mouth hangs open in surprise, the childish delight.

You were surprised to find out that Zemo was in fact a Baron of what was once Sokovia. Information that you hadn’t been told before but looking over to him, you could see it in the way he strode that he held class, that he was used to power. He had his own personal butler to greet him at the jet, but before entering he waited for you to catch up, and with a sweep of his arm, gestured for you to enter the jet first. Entering, you quickly took your seat and with Zemo following swiftly behind you, he took the seat opposite you to Bucky’s annoyance. Bucky had to sit beside you on the other side with Sam opposite him and for a while, nothing was discussed till Zemo’s butler brought him a glass of champagne, and he ordered one for you as well.

Talk eventually turned to the mission at hand, where Zemo informed them of exactly who this person, Selby, was. In order to be able to find out information about where this serum has come from, you, Sam and Bucky would need to go undercover. For Bucky that was easy, she would be interested in the Winter Soldier, he could play his part well, though you saw from the way his jaw tensed, how he clenched his hands he hated the thought of having to become that person again. Sam had to become someone known as ‘the smiling tiger’. A typical criminal, and although Sam wasn’t particularly happy to be, he could play the role well. And then that left you.

Zemo could barely hold back the sly smile upon his lips as he informed you that the best disguise for you would be to pretend you were his partner. Outrage swiftly came from Bucky and Sam at such a suggestion, Bucky moreso to the point where it looked like he was about to leap out of his seat to punch Zemo in the face but you quickly tried to salvage the situation.

“Zemo knows these people better than us, he’ll know what they will believe and what they won’t believe”

“This is just his way of messing with us, messing with you!” Bucky stressed, his pleading eyes looking upon you, “There’s no reason you can’t become the same role as Sam is”

“Well actually-” Zemo begins but both Bucky and Sam cut him off by shouting ‘shut up’

“Bucky, I’ll be okay. It’s a role, simply that, and it will all be over after a few hours. You should be more worried about yourself having to pretend to be the Winter Soldier”

They still weren’t happy, but what other choice did they have but to accept the situation at hand. Surprisingly Zemo had spare changes of clothes for you and Sam already, as if he had been planning this from the get-go. There was a brief moment where you and Zemo were left alone as Sam had already gone into the bathroom to change while you waited outside it and Bucky was still at the end of the plane. Zemo was handing you the dress he had brought for this special occasion, when his hand grasped your wrist, pulling you closer to him so he could whisper lowly in your ear “Perhaps it’s just a role for now but I intend to make this a more permanent arrangement”

Your eyebrow rises in curiosity and at his own boldness to try and claim that.

“Quite the statement for someone whose known me for less than a day”

“What can I say, I’m a hopeless romantic”

“I wouldn’t call it that, perhaps more lust-driven”

Zemo chuckles at being caught up, his eyes lighting up with playfulness as he positions his hands on his belt. “Well, would it be so wrong to admit that? I’ve been locked up for seven years now, and you, darling are delectable”

You tilt your head to look at him, trying to figure out what thoughts were running through those cocoa brown eyes. Zemo follows in suit, tilting his head to mimic you.

“I’m not looking for a relationship, with the position I’m in that couldn’t work, and from the position, you are in, you wouldn’t be able to have one either”

“Well, I’m sure James will be broken-hearted to hear that” Zemo murmurs, sparing a glance over to Bucky.

You sigh, casting your gaze over to Bucky as well who was pretending to look around the jet but his eyes kept twitching to the two of you, curious as to what you were discussing.

“Bucky’s a sweet guy, but he’s not my type”

“Then was is your type darling?” he asks, his eyes now intensely fixing onto you. Catching his drift you cross your arms, giving him a playfully annoyed look.

“Not criminal masterminds”

“You have no idea of how good I can make you feel” he whispers, his accented voice making the hairs on your skin prick up from arousal.

“Ah but I have standards”

Zemo opens his mouth to resort but then the bathroom door opens and Sam looks down at the two of you, confused as to why you were both waiting outside. You hold up the dress in your hand letting him know you had to change, and Zemo, knowing the conversation you two were having was cut short, nodded at you, his eyes holding the intensity still, then he made his way back down the jet to mess with Bucky some more.

The dress Zemo supplied you with, was enough indication for you to know certain desires Zemo held for you. It fitted your form tightly, hardly leaving anything to the imagination. It had a swooping v neck, coming right down to the parting of your breasts, showing off your cleavage to the full effect. The material also clung tightly to the top half of your thighs, so high up that if you moved around too much you felt you would be exposing a lot more of yourself than you meant to. The material itself felt expensive however, it wasn’t like a cheap dress that was scratchy or felt plastic. No this was proper silk, giving the black dress a graceful gleam in the light. The dress made you feel sexy, excited, ready to take on this mission and pretend to be the Baron’s partner for the night.

After a few minutes of preparing your hair and makeup to elude to a femme fetal look, you emerged from the bathroom to find that the jet had landed safely and the rest of the men were waiting outside for you. You couldn’t help the smirk from appearing on your lips as you arrived at the door and started to descend down the stairs. All of the men’s eyes locked onto you and you could feel how their gazes wandered up and down you, undressing you with their eyes.

“Beauty becomes you, my Baroness” Zemo claims as you reach the bottom of the stairs. He steps towards you, holding out his leather-gloved hand for you to take but Bucky quickly steps up to the other side of you.

“Baroness?” he growled, making Zemo chuckle.

“She’s my partner, for this evening James, therefore my Baroness. Do you have a problem with that?”

Bucky opens his mouth to retort angrily but you hold your hand up to him, growing tired of these men’s petty arguments. “Bucky we’ve already been over this, we need to play the parts''

“Not yet” Bucky grumbles, grabbing your hand to pull you away from the Baron for a private chat. Sam stood awkwardly to the side as Zemo paced in boredom, his eyes constantly looking over to where Bucky was hurriedly talking to you about how he didn’t want you to play this role, that he didn’t trust Zemo and he was worried for you. The soldier thought he was subtle about his feelings but in a matter of hours, it was clear to the Baron how he cared for you. It spiked his curiosity and he wanted to play with it, play with Bucky. The little things like this, calling you Baroness, got on Bucky’s nerves, and so Zemo kept wanting to push it. Plus as he had spoken to you earlier, you certainly were attractive, a turn on for him. He considered it a pleasure to have the opportunity to flirt with you, and you weren’t exactly stopping him.

It wasn’t too long till Zemo’s butler appeared with one of his numerous cars, waiting to be driven to Madripoor. Zemo opened up the front seat and waiting for you to get near to him, for him to gesture you to get into it besides the driver seat where he would sit. Inside the car the energy was intense as no one spoke, everyone preparing for tonight events, unsure how it would play out.

Finally, you arrived at your destination and Zemo, playing his role of your partner to perfection, opened the door for you and wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you near as you walked into Madripoor. Bucky was able to put himself into a passive expression, instead, glaring ahead to calm the raging water within him.

Zemo had already explained to you how this mission had to go, and from the way people glared at Zemo, obviously knowing him and not approving of him being there, the plan was going well. As predicted a man came up to Zemo, ordering him to leave, and so Zemo ordered Bucky to attack him.

It was a shock to see Bucky switch back into the role of the Winter Soldier so quickly, something Zemo remarked about to you. It made you feel uneasy seeing Bucky beat that man senseless but it was all a part of the mission, that’s what you had to keep reminding yourself, the mission.

Afterwards, you were invited back to Selby’s area, where instantly Zemo leapt into bargaining with her about Bucky. He walked around Bucky, played with his chin as he sold him to her and eventually they sat down, Selby on one side of the table, and Zemo grabbing you and pulling you along, sat on the other side of the table, pulling you onto his lap.

“Your bird is very pretty Zemo,” Shelby remarks as she stares down at you sitting upon his lap, her lips curling into a cruel smile as her gaze raked all over you. Zemo’s hand which rested upon your thigh patted your leg chuckling at her remark.

“I wouldn’t settle for any less”

“Yet, I can’t help but think she seems familiar like I’ve seen her face before”

You stiffened within Zemo’s lap at her words, fear starting to edge its way into you. It was a risk of this mission, that people would recognise who you were from your affiliation with the Avengers. But the lot of you had hoped with Zemo presenting you as his partner, people wouldn’t spare you a second glance. However, it seems Selby did.

“My bird’s a model, you’ve likely seen her in adverts” Zemo is quick to explain, his mind racing with potential lies he can tell to recover the mission. Selby’s eyes flicker all over your face as if analysing every detail, you tried not to show how nervous you felt, instead, fluttering your eyes seductively, tightening your grip around Zemo’s shoulder.

“Perhaps I have” Selby finally answers, her fingers drumming against her seat and internally both you, Zemo, Bucky and Sam let out a sigh of relief.

“Yet, you don’t seem like much of a couple”

Zemo’s eyebrows cast down in confusion at Selby. You were sitting in his lap, your arms locked around each other. How much more of a couple could you be?

“I beg your pardon?” Zemo asks

“Well these days couples are all over each other, aren’t they? No sense of public decency, you can walk around a corridor to find people with their tongues shoved down each other’s throats, people fucking each other senseless against a wall. Sex is so liberal these days”

Zemo ah’s in realization, nodding his head with Selby’s words. “Well,” he said shrugging his arms, “I’m more of a traditional guy, leaving such intimacy in more, private, areas''

Selby starts to chuckle and Zemo laughs along awkwardly with her making you follow in pursuit until she suddenly says, “Well, I’m not”

Silence broke out in the awkwardness of her words, unsure as to what she was hinting by talking about this. Selby reaches forward to the table in front of her, separating the space between her and you. She picks up her glass of wine and then leaned back in her seat smiling.

“Touch her”

It was Zemo’s turn to stiffen in his seat, his eyes blown wide in shock and his skin pailing as his grasp upon you tightens ever so slightly.

“What” he hissed out, all matter of politeness towards Selby fading. She raised an eyebrow at his tone, swirling the wine within her glass and clicked her tongue.

“Touch her. She’s your partner, after all, I’m sure you’ve felt her up, fingering her all the time. What’s so different now?”

You were blushing at the boldness of her words but feeling the anger picking up within you. You didn’t want to ruin the mission but you weren’t about to let her talk about you as if you had no brain.

“The fact that we are in front of you, of them, of lots of people '' you suddenly argue, pointing towards her, then Bucky and Sam who were standing very still, trying to remain as passive as possible.

“What, never put on a show before?”

“No!”

“There’s a first for everything”

“We are here to delegate about the Winter Soldier, not for your pleasure” Zemo argues, trying to drive the conversation back to where they originally were but Selby just shakes her head.

“Guards!” She commands and before you knew it, numerous men stood around you holding guns. You couldn’t count how many suddenly appeared, but the fear in you shot up, realising at any moment the lot of you could be killed. One man stood directly behind Zemo and pushed the barrel of the gun into the side of his head making Zemo wines slightly, the cruel coldness of the gun causing him to shudder.

“You seem to believe you have a choice in this matter, Baron, I’m merely trying to ensure that you are not lying to us and that she truly is your partner. If that is the case you two would have no problem touching each other”

Zemo glared harshly at the guards that stood around the two of you. Sam and Bucky stood at the side, knowing if they made one slight movement to help, you and Zemo would be dead in a second. Selby had forced you into a stalemate. Zemo still tried to argue it, pushing back claiming he wouldn’t do such things in front of people even when the guards started pushing the barrel of the gun further into the side of his head.

You, however, couldn’t pull your eyes away from Zemo. It was as if time was almost frozen at that moment as you knew what you would have to do. Suddenly this wasn’t about the mission anymore, it wasn’t just about finding out where the super-soldier serum came from. This was about surviving, living. Zemo was facing death in the face, risking being shot in the head just in an attempt to save your dignity. You watched as he tried to defend you, the panic causing his jaw to clench, his hand shaking slightly but still, he refused.

Taking in one last deep breath, you pull your hand up to the side of his face, making him look at you. His coco eyes cloud in confusion but before he had time to register it you pushed your lips upon him, forcing your top lip over his and your bottom lip between his lips. You sucked slightly at them, trying to encourage Zemo to follow your lead, which he quickly did. His hands quickly grasped at your waist, pulling your body closer to his as you felt his eyelashes flutter against your cheek showing he has closed his eyes. For at least a minute to two held that position, lips pressing against each other, pulling and sucking as you made out. You finally pull back for breath but holding his head still close to yours, you were able to whisper to him without anyone else hearing.

“Touch me, please, or you’ll die and I’m not allowing that to happen”

His head pulled back as Selby clapped her hands, smirking at the two of you. “Now that’s more like it, finally we are starting to see some action here. Now let’s see some more”

Zemo shook his head slightly at you, pleading in his eyes wanting you to reconsider. He didn’t want to defile you like this, use you in front of these people. It was too degrading for you. But you shook your head back, still holding his face in your hand you rub your thumb across his cheekbone, a subtle telling that it was alright.

Slowly Zemo’s hand trailed up from your waist, resting against the side of your chest, his thumb grazing over one of your clothed covered breasts. You positioned yourself till your back was pushed up against his chest, your head leaning on his shoulder, letting him have access to your jawline and neck.

His hand moved further, over till he covered your breast and gave a little squeeze. His mouth moved along your jawline, planting gentle kisses upon it and very quietly, to where even you could hardly hear it, Zemo was whispering ‘sorry’ apologising for what he was doing. He raised his hand to your other breast and started to squeeze them together, pumping them in his hand making you gasp. Hearing you, he pulled his lips away from you, stopping, but you quickly pushed your neck into his lips, urging him to continue. It was only when the gun harshly hit him on the side of the face, causing him to growl, did he go back to kissing your neck, his lips pressing a bit harder on your skin now.

With two fingers, he was able to locate where your n*pples were under the dress, and gently he pulled at them causing you to whine. His breath hitched and you felt in his lap a tent starting to form in his own trouser. However much he hated the circumstances, arousal didn’t seem to care.

“The dress is such a bore, why don’t you slip your hand under it” Selby commanded, taking a sip of her wine as she watched the way Zemo’s hands started to slowly tease you. Gulping Zemo brushed his face into the crook of your neck, pressing an apologetic kiss to your shoulder as his warm hands slipped under the v neckline, finding your breasts, which you weren’t wearing a bra to cover, he grasped them.

You groaned at the feeling of his warm, coarse feeling hands grasping you, the sensation making your n*pples harden under him. Doing as Selby ordered his fingers pinched your nipples, making you whine and squirm in his lap from the slight pain mixed in with pleasure which shot straight to your core.

Zemo continued to play with your breasts and n*pples, pinching them, squeezing them, moving them. But Selby soon grew bored of it.

“Touch her more, lower” she barked and Zemo had to bite down on his lip to not argue back. One hand still resting upon your breast the other pulled back out of your dress and placed itself upon your thigh. Without having to be instructed to, you instantly opened up your legs.

The men surrounding you snickered, making you blush in shame but Zemo moved his lips up to your ear, whispering about how good you were being, how beautiful you were. His hand on your thigh began to stroke your leg, his fingers etching up them. Though you hated the situation, part of you craved to feel his fingers on you, in you, stretching you out. But his hand remain on your leg till Sebly ordered,

“We don’t have all day Zemo. Get on with it”

He shuddered, glancing you in the eyes one more time to check how you were doing. You could see the pity and sadness within his eyes as he looked down at you and it made your heart sink in your chest.

Then his finger pressed into the fabric of your underwear.

You jolted at the contact as his finger twisted on your underwear, pressing over your clit. The fabric rubbed against it stimulated it. The coarseness of it caused you to push your head back into Zemo’s shoulder moaning. Your eyes fluttered closed as arousal creeps in. Upon hearing the way you moaned under him, Zemo pushed his finger even harder into your underwear, rubbing fiercely desperate to hear you moan for his touch again. He could almost forget about the situation, just focusing on trying to make you feel good, trying to make you moan for him again, cum from his fingers. It’s only when Selby talks again Zemo is brought back to reality, to the gun pushing into the back of his neck, to the way Selby watched how his fingers rubbed against your underwear with greed.

“I think the fabric is getting in the way, don’t you?”

With one more apologetic kiss placed on your shoulder, you feel Zemo’s other hand leaving your breast to pull the underwear to the side, exposing you to everyone in the room. All their eyes fixed upon you apart from Bucky and Sam who just stared ahead. Sam desperately tries to shut this out of his mind, pretending he wasn’t there while Bucky was trying to control every ounce of him to not leap over and punch Zemo in the face.

You hardly had time to consider much else though when the feeling of Zemo’s fingers pushing into you overwhelmed your senses, making your back arch and your head push back against him. You had already become wet from when Zemo was stimulating your clit earlier, so he had no resistance as his fingers pushed into your cunt, slowly stretching you out. You moulded around his two fingers, and it felt as if they might never end as they pushed further into you. Zemo himself was trying to suppress a groan as he felt his fingers being enraptured by your welcoming warmth. He wanted desperately to feel his own cock within the tight warmth of you, but he hoped more that after this Selby would accept that you two were who you said you were and he wouldn’t be forced to do any more.

Wanting to make the best of the situation for you, Zemo moved his thumb up to your clit, twisting on the knub, making your own hips rock into his fingers from the waves of pleasure surging through you. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you. Going gently, but all of that faded away at what you did next.

“Helmut”

It had been too long since Zemo had engaged in any type of sexual activity, yet he was able to restrain himself so far. But hearing you moan his name like that, lust-driven, blissful, it flipped a switch in him. He needed to push you off the edge, to hear you call out to him again and again, not Bucky, but his name. At that moment everyone in that goddamn room would know you truly belonged to him.

He started pumping his fingers into you at an alarming rate, making sure to hit that spongy spot within you just right. His thumb sped as fast as it could on your clit. You yelped in surprise but thrust and ground your hips upon his fingers more, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure. His thumb on your clit felt like he was ignighting a fire within your, burning brightly as he continued to rub circles around it, elicitating moans out from you. Your whole skin felt warm and burning as you pressed up against Zemo, willing your ass in his lap making him groan. You cried out as you felt the coil within you tightening all down to the way Zemo’s fingers thrust inside you, prizing open your channel repeatedly. Zemo’s lips attached to your neck, but no longer did he place gentle kisses but instead he nipped at your skin, biting and sucking marks upon you, claiming you. He started to rant to you about how you were his, how you belonged to him, how your cunt belonged to him and all you could do was sob from the pleasure and agree with him.

You couldn’t hold it in much longer, even if you tried, and you certainly weren’t. With a strangled cry you felt the coil snap, and the sensation of your walls bearing down on his fingers, clutching them tightly. You moaned loudly, your mouth stretched open wide as you lost it, pushing back against Zemo who let out his own grunt feeling how tightly you clasped him, how your juices washed all over him. He continued to thrust his fingers into you, letting you ride this out till eventually, you came down from your high and so he slowly pulled his fingers out of you making you whimper. He kissed the side of your head, and quietly whispered to you.

“You were wonderous darling, I apologise for forcing that upon you, but it’s over now”

You opened your eyes again after hearing a slow clapping emerge and you came face to face with Selby who was grinning at you.

“My my, now that was exquisite” she commented, unaware or not caring of the way both you and Zemo glared daggers into her head, wishing you could hit her repeatedly.

“You have no reason to believe she is not who she says she is now” Zemo growls through gritted teeth, his hands which now clutched your legs digging harshly into your skin, evidence of his anger towards her.

Selby’s eyes sparkle with mischief. She bit down on her lip as if contemplating a decision, and then she decided to go ahead with it.

“Well anyone can accept a fingering, partners or not, I’d need a more… intimate, display of affection before I could truly believe you”

Rage swept Zemo up. No longer did he care about this stupid mission. Already he had to degrade himself, degrade you for the sake of it, but that? He wouldn’t do it, he couldn’t. Zemo pushed you off his lap, not harshly but urgently and with the weakness from your knees, still recovering from your orgasm, you collapsed on the floor. Zemo surged forward towards Selby, about to jump over the table to grab her, shouting ‘how dare she suggest that’ but the men moved quickly and grabbed him. They pulled his arms back behind his back, tugging at an uncomfortable position making him groan in pain. They forced him onto his knees before Selby and his head hung down looking at the floor as they pushed the barrel of their guns into his face.

Pain struck you seeing Zemo being forced into this position, tears almost swelling in your eyes. One of the men moved the barrel of the gun under Zemo’s chin, pushing it into his neck and forcing him to look up at Selby before him.

She stood up and glared down at Zemo in disgust. For a second they both stared at each other before she raised her hand and punched Zemo in the face. His face shot to the side from the impact and it made him groan in pain. Selby’s lips curled as she looked down upon him, then turned away from him as if not bothered anymore.

“Shoot him”

One of the men grasped Zemo’s hair, harshly pulling on it to make him look up again. The side of his face was red and quickly bruised from Selby’s impact. One of the men placed their guns to Zemo’s forehead, his hand on the trigger as Zemo whimpered, mentally preparing himself for death.

“No!” you lept forward to where Selby stood and knelt before her, begging.

“We’ll do it! We’ll do it!”

Selby tilted her head at you, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at her. Zemo grunted as he tried to pull his arms out of the tight grip on his back, his wide eyes looking desperately over at you in panic.

“You’re, partner, doesn’t seem so willing” she states, glaring back over to Zemo.

“He will, he will, won’t you darling” you quickly reply, then fixing your gaze upon Zemo. Slowly his eyes move from Selby to yours, and you can see how the anger in them slowly fades into bitter acceptance as he looks upon you. He doesn't speak until the gun under his chin thrusts into his neck more, getting the message across. “If that is what you so wish” he hisses through gritted teeth.

Selby smiles, and with a nod of her head, the men let go of Zemo and pull their guns back. Zemo grimaces, going to hold his wrists winching at the pain of them being held so tightly. He gets up off his knees and steps closer to you, offering his hand out for you to take and stand up but before you could Selby places her hand up.

“I would like to see this, from a good angle” Selby states, making Zemo cringe, “Perhaps you could order the soldier to hold her up”

Selby frames it as a choice, but all of you knew there was no choice in the matter. All your eyes flickered upon Bucky who stood frozen, staring ahead, but deep down you knew the turmoil going on within him.

“Soldier” Zemo commanded in Russian. “Hold her open for me”

Bucky takes a moment to consider all his options. Every part of him was screaming, no, to not do this, he couldn’t do this. But he had no choice, it was that or your death and he couldn’t be the reason you were killed.

Slowly he moves over and gently grasps you. Holding your arms he lifts you to your feet and then, letting go of your arms, his hands trail down your back to your legs, and with a swift motion, his hands grasp the inside of your thighs, lifting you up and spreading your legs obscenely open for Zemo.

Zemo’s eyes fixed on the soaked underwear covering your core, his erection pushing tightly against his trousers. He hated the situation, the way Selby watched but he wanted nothing more than to bury himself within you, you lose himself in you.

You winched at how Bucky’s metal arm dug into your leg, sure to leave bruises, but you felt worse knowing how tormented Bucky must have been feeling. Your eyes however stayed on Zemo and he moved closer and closer to you. His eyes finally left your underwear to latch onto your eyes one last time. Roughly he grabs onto the side of your face and presses his lips to you, craving the feeling of them. He pushed his mouth onto you, moving it against your lips and you could only moan at the feeling, pushing your head back into Bucky.

While his lips remained on yours, his hand quickly moved onto your underwear, grasping it, and with one harsh tug, he ripped it to pieces, exposing your dripping cunt to the fresh air. You whimpered against his lips, feeling the urge to close your legs in embarrassment but Bucky’s hands held tight.

Zemo finally pulled away from your lips to look down at himself. His hands quickly undid his belt and pulled his zipper down till in no time at all he had pulled his cock out and was stroking himself making him shudder.

Your eyes widened at the girth of him, and for a moment you worried about not being able to cope with him inside, but you craved it as well, wanting him to impale you upon it. The way your cunt dripped, sleek falling onto Bucky’s legs, gave you away easily.

Zemo pushed his tip over your folds, coating himself in your juices, feeling the way it started to dribble down his shaft. He pressed his forehead against yours, and with a whisper, you heard him say, ‘I’m sorry’ before thrusting into you.

Your mouth collapsed as an obscene moan ripped from your throat as he breached you. He was gentle, not shoving himself in too fast but the feeling of your walls stretching out for him made him want to push in as fast as possible, and abuse that hole till it became his. As he pushed into you the men around you cheered, some of them palming their own trousers with no shame. Selby clinked her drink with another and watched eagerly as she saw how Zemo slipped into you. You could feel every inch of him press up against your walls, the way his cock slightly curved at the end, the veins which throbbed against your walls, stimulating them, the way he felt thicker and thicker the further he pushed into you.

Finally, he shuddered as he bottomed out, completely wrapped up in your warmth, your wet walls grasping him and urging him for more. He desperately wanted to thrust further into you, but he opened his eyes to look at you, checking how you were coping.

“Helmut, please” you gasped, moving your hand to grasp the back of his head, tugging his hair in your fingers. Zemo’s own eyes closed, pleasure shooting over him as you tugged his hair, used his name. Grasping onto your hips for stability, his fingers digging into your delicate skin. He pulled out till just his tip was still in, then he pushed his way all the way back into you causing you to gasp and squirm from the stimulation.

He set a steady pace, thrusting open your channel again and again repeatedly. His cock thrust directly into that delicate spongy spot within you, making you moan his name.

“Helmut, oh Helmut, there, just there, please”

The more you called his name, the faster Zemo thrust into you, desperate to hear you moan for him more. His lips attached to your neck, sucking hickeys into your skin, pleasure ripping through him as he marked you.

“Sing for me, my darling” he’d groan into your skin, “lose yourself to me, I want to feel you wrap tightly around me, so you know how good I make you feel”

One of his hands left your hip to start rubbing at your clit, further stimulating you till you were practically screaming from the pleasure. Tears leaked out of your eyes from it and Zemo greedily ran his tongue up your cheek, licking them up.

Bucky tensed up seeing how the tears fell from your eyes, believing them to be from another reason. His fingers itched, desperately wanting to grasp Zemo by the throat, to choke him to death. He hated how warm your skin felt in his hands, wanting to be the one thrusting into you, making you moan for him, instead of just allowing this good for nothing criminal to have his way with you instead.

You and Zemo both became so enraptured with each other, with how you two felt that you lost all thought about the men watching you with greed, how Selby snickered as she watched the way Zemo pistoned into you, how Bucky cringed as he heard both of your lewd moans which made his own tent appear in his trousers.

You were dripping with arousal, making Zemo’s thrusts into you easier, quicker. The sound of squelching juices felt so loud to you, and the way Zemo’s hips thrust into yours, clapping sounds adding to the abundance of noises. You started to reach your climax again, your walls grasping onto Zemo’s cock tightly, attempting to pull him in. Your cunt felt like fire as the pleasure swarmmed you, the way Zemo made you feel was like nothing he had experinced before and you craved so much more, even though he was already buried deeply into you, his balls slapping against you. He groaned at the sensation and thrust his hips quicker and twisted his thumb on your clit harsher till you lost it.

You let out a loud, erotic moan, snapping your eyes shut as you came all over him. Your cum went all over him and you jerked and withered in Bucky’s arms. Zemo himself groaned at how tightly you grasped him, how amazing your cum felt shooting all over him, but still, he continued to thrust deep inside of you, erratic as ever making you whimper from the overstimulation.

He whispered into your neck, claiming you were his, that he would never let another person feel you the way he currently is, and his thrusts grew more rapid, and you could feel the way his cock twitched inside of you, pushing in further than you thought was possible. His groans rang out into your ears as you cried from the feeling of him still pushing inside of you even after your release but finally he shoved himself as deeply as he could inside of you one last time, biting down on your neck as he finally released, shooting his load into you.

You panted heavily as you felt his cum coat your insides, filling you up with his seed. Cheers erupted from everyone else as you and Zemo stayed still, sweating and panting against each other.

Selby got up from her seat and walked around the three of you, clapping as her eyes watched how Zemo was still settled within you.

“Well, I can say that was entertaining to watch. Who would have known after so long in prison you’d still have that in you Zemo. But you two have proven you are partners alright. And now let’s discuss the soldier”

Zemo pulled his head back from your neck, moving to place one gentle kiss upon your lips, his hand reaching up to cradle your face. “You were magnificent darling”

You nodded in return, looking into his worn-out eyes. “Thank you” is all you could whisper, even though you didn’t know what you were thanking him for. Slowly he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the emptiness. He pushed himself back into his trousers then helped you get out of Bucky’s grasp.

Realising what he had done to your underwear, he gave you an apologetic look as his load slowly started to slide out of you but you waved him off, still feeling the satisfaction of your two orgasms.

Finally, the mission could resume, this could be completed at last and both you and Zemo could get out of this alive.

Till the sound of a ring tone echoes out from where Sam stood.

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Shellshocked [Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x Helmut Zemo]

Word count: 8.6k Warnings: SMUT (oral, both male and female receiving, threesome, promiscuity, spitroast, rimming, mentions of death and post traumatic depression)

Author's Note: everything begun with a club threesome request by the one and only @cazzyimagines always gifting me with new challenges and then it all went south because I love these men and every excuse is good to write some hot sex. To be honest now I want to write a whole saga about these three. Also thanks to @lieutenantn and @lovie-barnes to keep me thirsty for Bucky.

The parts in cursive are memories.

“I need your help”

When you picked up the call from an unknown number you were surprised and even more to find out it was Bucky, you worked with the team for many missions, mostly following up Steve and Natasha and learning from them.

You had the most absolute trust in them, you would do anything for them, they were like parents to you but instead of teaching you how to walk they taught you how to kick ass to criminals.

That’s also why you never told them why you and Bucky never hit it off, then you got dusted and everything rolled over in the wrong direction when you came back.

That little family you had was gone and without Steve and Nat’s protection you were put on a ‘forced vacation’ that seemed to have no end.

You never thought Bucky would be the one to call you back in the game.

“About?”

“I need you to make Zemo break out of prison”

“No.” Wow, it wasn’t that hard to say it.

“Steve said you were able to break in everywhere”

“And Steve was right, but no, I won’t help you”

You hung up shaking your head as you just didn’t want to argument it, so you turned off your phone not wanting to indulge its that conversation any further.

You looked around at your boring life in a sad studio flat you rented out with the few money you had from your military pension, the lack of any kind of personality, the lack of adrenaline that used to feed you, the constant nightmares.

You let out a deep sigh leaving the phone on the table and picking an apple with your left hand from the basket on top of it. Like a zombie you moved to the kitchen counter opening a drawer full of cutlery to pick a knife and closing it with a swing of your hip.

You twirled the knife through your fingers imitating the old Winter Soldier as your mind couldn’t leave Bucky’s voice. His voice was so different, he sounded almost uncertain, weakened.

You barely spoke to Bucky, mostly fought, first against him and then with him, then you found out you both got dusted.

That didn’t bring you any closer or brought any chat between you two. Steve was the joining piece you both relied on. You followed him and you trusted who Steve trusted. Simple.

Then even Steve left you. And without him or Nat you were on your own like you used to be.

You stood in front of the lake where Stark’s funeral just took place, you were staring in the void as that familiar emptiness took place inside you, like a heavy thickness surrounding your heart. You felt out of breath, heavy, the world kept going without you and now you’re supposed to fit in again.

“Hey”

You looked up as you noticed Bucky beside you, about people that need to fit in.

He looked nice in his jacket and long hair. You always admitted yourself he was hot, but you didn’t really put that much attention to it as you met so briefly, but he was a good fighter and you both stood alive.

And alone.

“Where are you going?”

“They gave me an apartment” you smirked and titled your head a bit, well, surely he had more privileges than you, but he went through hell and back so you didn’t mind.

“Steve left the shield to Sam”

You smiled and nodded as your eyes moved on side staring somewhere across the lake “Sounds accurate, he will do a good job”

He nodded agreeing with you and you looked at each other briefly. Oh, this was damn awkward.

“Do you need a lift to the city?” You asked and he nodded, surely his driving license expired some time ago. You couldn’t really know how to place it, a moment before you were driving along the mountain roads back to the city life, Bucky staring down at some small notebook as he scribbled down something. A moment later your car was in the middle of the woods, the grieving black dress torn off your skin as the former Winter Soldier plunged inside you relentlessly in the backseat of your car barely fitting his massive body in it.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so tight”

You were surprised by that sudden nickname, nobody ever called you that and it mused you as you swayed your hips back at his. You held on the back of his neck as you could barely move toward his thrusts as he held you down, the windows getting damp as your legs wrapped around his waist not to lose a single moment.

Once more in your life cure to loneliness was the extreme and extended contact with a man. You pulled his long hair making him hiss at you like an upset cat and his metal fingers bruised your hip to keep you in your place. None of you was the chosen one to take the place of the people you loved, none of you was apt to live alone into this world and all you could do was that. Bruising kisses, desperate bites, sweaty skins against each other.

You looked for comfort through him and he did the same with you.

You never spoke to him after that day, nor he called you. And now he even had to ask for a favour.

Help Zemo out of prison, what a sick idea. That man ruined everybody’s life, forcing Steve’s hand against Tony.

He made that all happen, he made the spark become a fire. He ruined what was the equilibrium within the group, he ruined everything for everyone, nobody was ready for Thanos because of him.

You propped yourself over the couch slowly cutting the fruit, you watched the blade sink in, the soft wet sound of the juices begin to spill through the surface of it.

You frowned to yourself as you nibbled onto your bottom lip.

Soft memories begun to sink in within you, a sense of guilt that coated you now forgotten for a moment, the regret, the shame, the feeling like you messed up completely and it was your fault, only yours.

Before all of that.

Before you even knew to be doing so wrong.

“He is specialised on helping on field agents, you will benefit from talking to him”

Your puzzled face met Everett Ross’s. He looked up at Steve standing right beside you. The UN explosion got you into some bad place, that bad place in your memories you thought you were freed from. A place where a chat with a friend couldn’t really help, you needed a doctor.

“Y/N” Steve said looking at you getting into his Papa America mood “I need you fully on field, I can’t risk you getting distracted, not after what happened”

You looked down as you didn’t like the idea of a fast chat with some overqualified psychiatrist, you didn’t really want to submit yourself into that.

“Don’t make me say it is an order”

You looked up at Steve, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips “You just said it”

You huffed looking at Agent Ross “Alright, lead the way” you concluded. You needed to be on field, you couldn’t be sidelined now, with the Winter Soldier on the road and Steve needing team to be united more than ever. You needed to be present and not hunted by your personal demons.

It wasn’t like you never did therapy, you just knew little could be done with one sitting or this guy must be a magician.

You followed up in the ever same hallways of the Shield, your eyes darting one last time to Steve that gave you an encouraging smile and a nod like you were some kid on her first day at school. You rolled your shoulders back trying to relax.

Agent Ross knocked at the door and then opened it “I have got her” he said as he let you inside and you gave a last look to Steve, like you hoped he would just tell you that you didn’t need it. But no, you walked inside, the door was closed and you found yourself staring to the man with the most anonymous shoes you had ever seen.

The room was nice, pale grey on the walls, some plants, a desk, three chairs and a sofa. You didn’t miss your file open on the desk.

Well ,that will take away some useless introduction.

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N”

You introduced yourself simply as he took off his glasses before standing up offering you his hand “Doctor Kreizler” you nodded shaking his hand, he didn’t smile but he seemed calm and composed “Please, get comfortable on the couch”

You nodded walking your way to the pitch black sofa and sat down on it.

He followed up as he sat in front of you.

“Are you Sokovian?”

Your question took him by surprise, he leaned his head slightly on side and you took it as asking for more details on your assumptions

“Nevermind, part of my family came from there” you said only.

He nodded “Is it because of your family you can’t sleep?”

He was quite direct on it, but having a short time with him he probably had to be. Psychoanalyse soldiers and agents must be a pain in the ass for anyone trying it, people used to lie and mask their feelings.

“I really don’t need to be here, I know what is going on in my mind and I can work on it on my own, we can do anything but that here” you assured as you just couldn’t make yourself at ease.

“Then illuminate me” he said, he smiled, he looked cheeky, he looked like somebody that could give a painful remark as easily as a compliment. Forgetting about the shoes you sort of liked his appearance, he was handsome and not some old bastard like most of the psychologists and psychiatrists you met in your life.

“My whole family died in a bombing just like that one, so one plus one makes two and I got triggered and all that bullshit”

You were used to tell that story but you really think all that anxiety that took over you was caused by having witnessed a father die in the same way and a broken hearted son and all of that jazz.

It was not like you were underestimating the problem, but you just didn’t want to get over it, that loneliness fuelled you, you vengeance gave you a vision for the future even if Steve and Nat made sure for you to have hopes, but you couldn’t see yourself caring about somebody like you did back then.

“I lost the plot for a moment, I froze and I let the terrorist escape”

“If it is that clear, why it keeps happening to you?”

You frowned at him, it is a fucking trauma, you were a kid.

“Now you’re mad at me, why so?”

“I was a child, I lost all my family, it wasn’t a walk in a garden”

“You took away lives of people that probably had a family too for most of your life following your files, but you don’t freeze after every mission”

He stared at you matter of factly, he was brutal and you looked down to your feet for a moment, the silence clothed you as you tried to ignore the feeling of cold. Your eyes darted up to the air conditioning as it was even off.

“What are you afraid to lose?”

“I have nothing to lose”

He stood up as you looked up at him just to see him sit beside you on the couch.

“No family, no friends, nothing?”

You didn’t answer, you knew it wasn’t helping but you felt blocked, you didn’t know what to say. He opened his hand in front of you and you slowly took it. Your hand brushing over his skin for the second time as he laced his fingers with yours before resting it on your thigh.

“Close your eyes now”

You looked at him and just now realised how good his cologne was, expensive. For a moment you wondered how much they paid him just to keep your mind away from what he tried to do. But then you obliged and closed your eyes.

“Now think about the best day of your life, the happiest. You don’t have to tell me everything, just place it straight into your head”

You breathed in and slowly out as the memory appeared in your mind, your lips twitched a bit into a smile.

“Now tell me what you feel, not what you see”

“I am home, I feel warm and happy, I belong here and I am safe, I don’t have a worry, I am not watching my back, I am not escaping. I am happy, everything is good, everything will always be like this”

You could almost feel it as you described it: the smell of Sunday lunch ready, the warmth of happiness, safeness, like sun kissing your skin on a spring day, a sense of lightness, of freedom, of accomplishment. No plans to be done, no duties to attend. Your heart slowing down as your shoulders dropped, the tenderness of somebody brushing his thumb over the back of your hand.

But then you felt it slip away, the hand, the warmth, like that all memory was held into that grip.

And you pulled on it, tightly, violently tucking it down against your body.

You opened your eyes glaring at him, like how dared he to try to leave?

“You never had the same feeling after it, did you?” The doctor inquired.

You didn’t answer, words stuck into your throat.

You looked up at him as you noticed some wetness into his dark eyes, his eyebrows frowned as he seemed on the verge of tears just like you.

“You can’t lose something that will live forever with you Y/N, you can only do as much as you can to avenge them”

You didn’t let go of his hand anyway, you knew the point was it. The point was for you to let him go so you will understand whatever you had to understand. So you’d be free. But you kept staring to his eyes and you realised that you couldn’t be free. Ever.

That you could make yourself believe to have found a family into your Team but it wasn’t so easy.

That you needed to be held, to be important.

That you needed solace and you needed it now.

Your lips leaned in as you kissed him, you could sense he was taken back for a moment before cupping your cheek with his free hand and kiss you back.

It was unprofessional from both of you what followed.

His hands onto your pants, his lips onto your neck.

You were supposed to become independent from the feeling of searching affection through others and here you were kissing him hard, straddling him once you were both naked from the waist down.

Was this healthy? Absolutely not, was it hot? Damn yes.

You got the confirm he was indeed Sokovian by the curse words he uttered as your hips showed a new set of skills that he couldn’t have read in your file. To your surprise the man with the boring shoes was a passionate lover, he didn’t let you stay on command too long, he gripped your hips hard as he snapped his own up meeting onto your sensitive spot. Your whole core clenching around him, your hands clawing onto him as your forehead pressed against his.

None of you was speaking, mostly keeping your voice down with only heavy breathing filling the room between the heated kisses you shared.

“Fill me up, fill me up, I need it”

You moaned your pleasure into his mouth, when the orgasm washed over you it was pure bliss, your hips buckled against his when he groaned against your chest releasing inside you.

The minutes the followed were in deep silence.

To talk in any way would have meant for one of you to say something about it: that it was wrong or that it wasn’t appropriate, something, justify something that was just needed

Then the knock at the door and a voice you didn’t know.

“Dr Kreizler, we have the Winter Soldier here, we need you to have a chat with him”

You looked down at him as he stared at the door, it took him some time, you watched his jaw clench, his eyes darting over the wooden surface like he could see through it.

“Coming”

He said and you jerked your hips up to let him slip out of you before standing to get dressed again, for sure you felt lighter.

It was all so wrong but you never felt so close to somebody, not like this.

You watched him get dressed and pick his leather bag looking up at you, his left hand putting his glasses on the inside pocked of his jacket.

“Look after yourself, Y/N”

You nodded at him, unaware of what was about to happen.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you touched yourself, your hand way past your panties as you were trying to reach for your pleasure through your fingers. Your snack and the knife long forgotten on the coffee table as thinking back at that episode and Bucky’s voice rang a new bell through you.

Oh, that was bad. How he still was your damn sexual fantasy, how he was still your little thought before jumping over the edge of your pleasure.

The way his hands grabbed you, how he convulsively needed you.

You rolled your eyes as your bell brought your thoughts away from your pleasure.

Oh, it must be the damn neighbour wanting to update you on some gossip or whining about the construction works outside.

Not today Mrs.

Another rang.

You rolled your eyes trying to focus on the good, you were so close, to stop now it would be…

The third rang triggered you the need to shot the woman.

You huffed standing up in a t-shirt and your knickers, your hand running to the gun you hid on the console beside the entrance door. One of the many weapons you had hidden around.

You opened the door keeping the gun hidden, not because you really did wanted to kill the woman, but you never know who could be.

It was Bucky.

“Really? All this way here to show me your new haircut?”

You said as you had a bit of hard time staring at him as he looked like a beaten up dog.

Might have had some thoughts about him too every now and then.

He smirked as he walked inside only later noticing your appearance. Now, he was still an old man in a young body, to his time you had to be married to see a girl like this and the whole fiasco with his dating life wasn’t really making it an easy view.

Sure, he could have called you back, but one time stands usually never lead to something else and he was in need for something safe, normal.

You were a former spy, an agent, a skilled killer, it was too much complicated already.

Also, let’s not forget how damn gorgeous youwere. Strong, independent and sexy, when Steve introduced you two the first time Bucky barely spoke to you not out of shyness but because of embarrassment. Of course you could sneak into every place, you could distract Cerberus at the entrance of Hell and nobody would be surprised.

“Also that, but mostly because I do need you to do that”

“Bucky, no” you hated to repeat yourself.

“I told you it is important, I know you’re mad for what he did to the Avengers and I more than you wish I could snap his neck”

You smirked, not because of the joke but because he had no idea.

You stared at him, he was hot, you thought it a second time when he took off his jacket and sat on the couch in his tight tee and skinny jeans right where you were pleasing yourself a moment before.

You stared at him, shaking your head as you couldn’t do it, you’d feel like betraying Steve twice.

Then you noticed it, his eyes onto you, how he actually stared down between your legs were a wet patch was evident through your knickers. You felt like you had to be embarrassed, but you weren’t exactly thinking of it.

To make it simple you were thinking with your cunt.

You didn’t speak as you watched him move his jaw slightly on side making a clicking sound with his tongue.

“Do you want to know how it tastes?”

His eyes up onto you all of sudden, clear mirrors you could almost see your dirty soul in them.

“I was talking about something else”

“Answer my question”

He licked his lips as you leaned your head on side, your hands travelling to your waist to take off your shirt, you were lounging at home so your breasts sprung free from it without any bra to hold them back.

“Y/N”

He murmured as he instinctively thought that Steve would have killed him, but then you let your panties drop down your ankles before stepping away from them, your whole naked figure standing in front of him.

“Go on, kiss my lips”

You said and he stared up at you again, the right question would have been which one but then he wondered why he had to choose.

He pulled you by your thighs closer as your leg moved on side resting onto the couch when his lips met your already wet and still sensitive pussy. You let out a loud moan, hands onto his hair as you throw your head back. You hummed happily as you moved your hips against his mouth.

“Ah, fuck, there”

You moaned as you felts cold metal fingers inside you fucking you nicely, oh you were such a mess, you knew by now that you needed a good therapist. But after you seduced the third one in a row, a woman, you decided that to not do any therapy was the best damage control you could do.

His fingers were so good and the coldness of them made it new and exciting, he looked up at you as he pulled back. You frowned at him as he stood up taking off his shirt before grabbing you by your thighs to pick you up bringing you to the bedroom.

As he walked you kissed his lips, you could taste yourself in his mouth, your hands holding onto his shoulders as he kept you up easily.

He dropped you on the bed and the last few items of his clothing left his majestic body you could tell he was unsure for a second.

But you didn’t let him, you pulled him into another kiss dragging him down over you, lips getting tangled, your hips grinding against his evident hard on.

“Do you want to leave me now on the best?”

He groaned “Damn it doll, no”

He tried to stop you from your relentless teasing, your hips steady into his metal grip as he pushed inside you unceremoniously.

“Fuck me”

You begged as he didn’t let you repeat yourself, he was strong, you could have let yourself be guided by him, but also by his urgency you could tell how long it was since last time he ever laid hands on a woman. He was eager, he distracted you with kisses that were a basic apology for his selfish need and you let him. You were two selfish people.

“I need your help”

“Need some dirty talking?”

He groaned biting on your neck in frustration making you smirk.

“Zemo”

You groaned as you was really fixated on the man. Well, look who’s speaking…

“Fine, but you’d better keep me up until morning Sergeant Barnes”

He smirked as he pulled back making you turn onto your all fours is body hovering yours as he whispered behind your ear shell “yes ma’am” while thrusting inside you again.

Truth was that he had never been with somebody like you. It wasn’t all about the fact you’re a woman of your times with sexual freedom and all. You were demanding, hungry, sensual. He never felt so desired in his whole life, he never felt so much desire toward somebody something that felt like it was bad because you wanted it too much, so you had to keep distance from it. His super stamina made sure he kept his promise but he never thought he would have gone to sleep at 8 am still hungry for your attentions. And he indeed fucked you in every position on the book, but yet he still felt like it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

——————-

When Zemo arrived to the garage for his grand entrance he imagined to find Bucky and Sam and he was right. Sam got pissed and once again he was right.

Then he saw you pull into the garage over a motorbike, you were dressed similar to the day he met you and you still wore a badge with the same logo of the prison he was staying in.

Oh, your presence wasn’t planned at all, but then it was clear why all the doors and the alarms were casually working or not working in the right place at the right time.

“What the hell is she doing here too?” Sam shouted pointing his finger at you s he stared at Bucky with fiery eyes.

“She is here to help, she is with me”

Zemo smirked to Bucky’s words and by now he came closer to you, the same expensive cologne, his head titled on side, one eyebrow arching lightly.

“Are you?”

You stared back at him, his wet sad eyes still clear into your memories, the way he held onto you like a dear of life and yet he was also able to dominate you from his place of vulnerability.

Your little staring competition was interrupted when Bucky’s chest brushed against the shoulder of Zemo and he moved aside without too much requests.

“She is” Bucky concluded.

You smirked at him noticing how Zemo wasn’t really considering it a defeat, it won’t be the last time you two have a chat.

Once on the jet, you weren’t so surprised about it like Sam was, mostly because you read Zemo’s file once he was jailed to make it fair after he read yours.

The plan about Madripoor was relatively easy, you went to Madripoor more than once and knew your way there. But then you locked yourself into the bathroom and slipped into that sexy dress, holding up your body like a glove, the upper part slightly reminding of a corset but without all the laces and straps, while the skirt was right above the knee with a wide cut on the side to give you freedom of movement.

Black. You touched over your legs and waist as the fabric was something like silk but probably mixed with else to make it more elastic, you ruffled your hair and picked from your bag the one lipstick you always carried around. It was the same brand and colour Nat used to wear on her free time, it was more as a lucky charm than a decor over you.

You stared at the mirror after you applied it slowly pressing your lips against each other, you pursued your lips imitating that signature smirk of Natasha and winked at the mirror. Show on.

As you stepped out of the tiny bathroom, your high heels clicking lightly over the carpeted floor, the bickering was still going on, Zemo must have really irritated Bucky but all he did was staring at you as Sam spoke to him.

You stood there as his eyes were undressing you or maybe you could say contemplate how his good taste was still impeccable. You took a slow twirl to give him full view and then waited. Bucky noticed Zemo’s eyes off somewhere and turned around from his seat as a new wave of desire for you got him cutting the breath off his lungs.

It is not like he was past that night you spent with him, nor he was any close to consider giving up onto you again. You were always so in control that triggered him so hard to make you lose it.

“Is she coming too? Wouldn’t be better to have her to watch the perimeter?”

You looked at Sam as you liked him but he was too nervous since this all Zemo thing begun and he was actually right to be.

“I did more undercover jobs than you Sam, I can do it”

Sam rolled his eyes as you sat down in front of Zemo, you were close to your destination anyway. Your eyes darted up to Bucky noticing him staring before Zemo’s hand crept over your thigh “You’ll be my date for tonight”

You smirked not even blinking at his action “Then you better pay for everything, Baron”

When the plane landed in Madripoor and you changed your car you couldn’t help but admire Bucky’s hotness in that new Winter Soldier attire.

Oh, you really had a problem thirsting over two men on the same mission.

Once in the club you really couldn’t keep your mind off the topic, so you had to whisper to him.

“You look so sexy as the Winter Soldier”

He stared at you puzzled but you continued “maybe when we come back you could wear the mask for me” you added to his ear “I promise I’ll make it worth it”

Your hand brushed against his crotch and up to his belt before turning around to wrap your arm around Zemo’s.

“I never made you one to like buff men” he said as you smirked leaning against the bar slowly leaning on the counter.

“You’re the doctor, you should know I have a problem in picking men”

He smirked turning at you as his hand leaned down onto your hip, almost in sync you looked back, Bucky was keeping the act but he was still too Bucky.

Same minds think alike? Maybe evil minds do, because you didn’t even had to plan it: he leaned in and kissed you right in front of Barnes.

“Welcome back Baron” the barman said, but there was no answer as the Baron’s tongue was excitedly twirling with yours, his hands all over you while you dipped yours into his fur collar. He didn’t touch a woman in ages and to call yourself forgotten from his mind was a big fat lie.

“Mh” the barman mumbled clearing his throat as he looked up at Sam “I guess I’ll give the usual, right Smiling Tiger? No girls tonight for you?”

Sam nodded with a polite smirk, too distracted by Bucky’s murder stare, now he was really into the Winter Soldier attire, the killing glare was back.

You hummed softly into that kiss, Zemo’s hands crawling over your thigh, you bit onto his bottom lip, sucking on it. That kiss never changed. You groaned when a guard pulled Zemo by his shoulder saying he was not welcome.

Zemo wasn’t happy of it, his hair were lightly messed up and his lips stained with the red of your lipstick, he did an head gesture to Bucky ordering to him to attack in Russian and you winked at the Soldat mouthing a 'show me’ to him.

Zemo ordered you a shot as he got one himself and you gulped it down in one take without looking away from Bucky that, realising it was becoming a proper show off for him, he indeed lost the plot for a moment. The Sokovian noticed you liked it, he saw the goosebumps onto your skin and how your eyes shone for that display of violence, his hand crawled between your thighs finding the expected wetness brushing over your clothed clit making you shiver.

“You’re a dirty ass pervert” he whispered into your ear making you smirk.

“Amen” you answered when a man got smashed beside you on the counter, your eyes shining in desire but Sam stopped Bucky this time.

Party pooper. Yes, you were there for a mission and all, but you couldn’t focus on it now, all you could think of was to get a black mask on Bucky’s face and make him savage you thought the night.

Useless to say the night didn’t got as you wanted and not even according to the plan.

You found yourself staring once more at the three men annoying each other’s as Sharon handed you a glass of whiskey, the night was a complete failure, the undercover was blowed, the informations you had were more than before but still not enough. You had little to begin with once more and Bucky glaring around wasn’t helping to relief the tension. Also you were slightly upset he got changed, he looked damn hot in that leather top and even if the blazer was a bless to look at it didn’t have all that dramatic sexual charge.

“Do you want to get changed too? I can lend you something”

You smiled at Sharon and you shook your head “Maybe for tomorrow morning, I am comfortable with this one for the party” you said as Zemo smirked up at you raising his glass and you mimicked him into a silent toast. Truth to be told he really knew your body and picked well, Bucky stared at the scene as he had to admit to himself that he also liked the dress, and he liked to have you watching him smash some people’s faces, not like it made worth the useless violence.

Or sort of, but you looked so into it he felt like he could be the Winter Soldier a little more if you asked instead of Zemo.

“Follow me” Sharon said as you stared at her, something about her fortunate meeting with you didn’t sound right, may or may be not because you never trusted her for that silly kiss she gave to Steve. Something just didn’t add up, but for now you were glad to have a safe shelter. You took your time once in the main hall to look at the paintings, your eyes up to see Sam check his phone and then slowly moving along the frames. The canvases like threes hiding you during a hunt, truth to be told you felt your range of movement narrowing by minute. You played your game with them, now you had to wait to see what was about to happen. The baron was less subtle, he was always visible and in display with his intentions while Bucky still had to pretend not to pay attention to your every move.

Well, there was a way you could work on it.

The music worked in your favour, the blue and purple lights, the flashing light and the loud music.

You picked Bucky’s metal hand pulling him with you as he frowned, you were never afraid of it, never worried about how he used it or not.

“I don’t know how to dance this stuff”

He mumbled to you and you smiled looking up at him.

“Good, because this stuff has no real protocol”

You assured to him as you picked his other hand too guiding it to your waist as as you gave him the tempo. He looked down at you as words got lost to him for a moment as he leaned closer to you, your foreheads almost touching.

“What are you doing Y/N?”

He asked to you and you smiled at him looking up.

“It is not wrong”

“In some ways it is”

“What ways?” You asked back directly and he sighed not knowing what to answer. The old set of rules kind of ways, but he broke them the moment he had you in the back of your car, everything that came after was sort of madness.

“With Zemo”

You smiled and chuckled softly.

“It is not a competition Buck, don’t get nervous” you say back at him, speaking so close that your breath hit his skin as you swayed together.

He let out a soft groan as you always seem so cryptic and yet so clear, he brushed his lips against yours knowing Sam will be rolling his eyes somewhere.

It all gave a new rush of energy to you and when you noticed the Baron on the dance floor you had to join him. You pulled away from Bucky and guided him to join Helmut but the clear eyed man preferred to stay a step back so you closed your space with Zemo alone. He didn’t speak, he kept doing his moves as you stared at him amused, you then begun swaying a bit matching him as he took your hand making you sway with him. His grip was secure, he danced like a newbie and then you felt he was all but that.

“You never get tired of playing roles” you said into his ear as you danced together.

“This might be my best one yet, doctor” you said back to him and he looked up at James staring at him before cupping your cheek and joining your lips into another heated kiss.

James was more of soft kisses turning heated, maybe because of his long stay in isolation the Baron was more forceful but never in a unpleasing way.

You felt his hands navigate over you pulling you closer to his body only for you to arch your back and hit with the back of your head on the Super Soldier chest.

Bucky pushed his crotch against your ass making you feel his growing hard on, you shivered ready to give in.

“Come”

You looked at Zemo as he showed you and Bucky the way to the hallway, you held their hands until Bucky decided you walked enough and leaned his back against the wall pulling you with him only for Zemo to resume his breathtaking kiss.

He then pulled back only to smirk at he other man.

“How eager James, not even making it to the bedroom”

The Soldier didn’t answer and just proceeded to kiss you making you turn your head on side.

As Bucky kissed you a moan left your lips, Zemo’s mouth dipping onto your neck as the super soldier grabbed your jaw and you willingly parted your lips welcoming his heated kiss.

He was hungry, starving for it, his lips were rough and had a metallic taste that almost reminded you of blood, his tongue was curious and soon pushed its way past your lips making you moan in that kiss.

Your mind was empty in that kiss, but the Sokovian soon found a way to be remembered as his hot mouth laced onto your clit.

You moaned inside of the kiss, knees buckling slightly as you didn’t register the moment he took off your panties not even when his head slipped under your skirt like it was meant to be. Bucky kept holding you into the kiss but Zemo’s lapping had you moaning against Bucky’s tongue, your hands finding Helmut’s head as he was eating you out like his life depended on it. His breathing hitting onto your wet folds as he devoured you, his nose brushing over your clit as he made your legs tremble and the kiss was now forgotten.

Bucky groaned pulling out from the kiss “hey, that’s not fair” he frowned and Helmut answered only with a chuckle that earned another moan from you. The low throaty sound shaking you from the inside, the pleased humming of his voice guiding your pleasure to new highs.

Bucky huffed “oh, so you’re playing dirty, I should have expected it” he smirked shaking his head lightly.

It was a moment. A second before your back was resting against Bucky’s chest, a second later his head was also under your skirt, your ass cheeks parted while he mimicked Helmut’s ways with your ass.

You cursed as you leaned your hand on the wall trying to stabilise yourself, your eyes darting from side to side just hoping nobody walks in because you have not the strength to stop neither of them.

All that came out of you were throaty sounds as you tried to suppress the need to scream out your pleasure.

“Fuck”

You probably kept standing only because of the two of them holding you.

What came out of your mouth wasn’t human, you moaned like an animal on heat jerking your hips helplessly trapped among the two of them.

“She came thanks to me”

“Of course James, I am sure you practiced enough with the other soldiers in your time to know how it works” Helmut teased him as you were still dizzy and confused and the need to smack both their heads was so close.

As you pulled back their little bickering ended, Helmut looked at you puzzled as you grabbed them by their tops and pulled them upstairs with no little difficulty considering your incredible orgasm and how Bucky had zero patience and was ready to have you on the stairs.

Once back in Sharon’s apartment you didn’t stop, you pulled them with you in a bedroom and just realised you were panting. You couldn’t guess if it was because of the orgasm, the walking so fast or whatever else.

Truth to be told you didn’t care that much as you dropped onto your knees hoping one of the two thought about closing the door because you were in no state for thoughts.

“So good doll, so fucking hot” Bucky said undoing his pants followed by the Baron. The super soldier didn’t make you wait as he pushed his cock right against your face as you licked its tip. Zemo’s hand jerking down to get your hand onto his needy cock. “You’re not here to play” Bucky groaned holding you by your hair as he pushed his cock into your mouth letting out a relieved sound. Your hand pumping up Zemo as Bucky was trying to prime his deal onto your mouth now.

“Don’t be greedy James, she can do it on her own” he hissed to him making the Soldier slow down. You came back into control of it and earned a rightful groan onto Bucky before switching to lick and suck on the Baron’s cock thanking him for the assistance, your hand now jerking off Bucky in a small punishment. Your brain started to wonder how much you will regret it tomorrow but you didn’t have time as the Baron commanded you to look up at him. You blinked as you watched the two above you. Helmut was such a pleaser with his words chanting how good you were and how welcoming you were and Bucky, he was a mess, a sweaty mess barely holding back his own self at the sight of you like that.

Once again the eagerness and daring nature of the Baron was putting Bucky into the corner. But he wasn’t up to it. Not at all.

He got on the floor with you, pushing you onto your all fours as he forced you away from Zemo to rip off your dress using his metal arm. He threw off his blazer form his shoulders along with his shirt only to show off his much more sculpted body before pulling you up.

You barely registered the movements, he was so strong you felt like made of nothing when he pulled you on his lap and just following your basic instinct you let him slip inside you moan in for the stretching feeling of it. He smirked looking up at you, his hands grasping your hips as he begun moving you onto his cock, he lifted your hips and lowered you down so fast that the wet fucking sound that came out of it was so obscene.

“Poor James couldn’t hold it back a second more, could he?” Zemo teased getting naked himself. He was confident enough not to fear the comparison with Bucky. His hand wrapping around your hair pulling them lightly to expose your neck as his hand travelled between you and Bucky’s. His lips grazing your skin eagerly as his fingers rubbed over your clit sending pleasure straight to your core.

“Let’s see if she cums for my fingers first or for your cock” he teased making the brunette go even wilder on you.

Your moans were so loud you thought that you won’t be able to speak the next day.

“Damn. Bucky slow down, please, a-ah I can’t, not like this” you groaned as you felt so close to a second orgasm and you weren’t even sure how to hold it. But Bucky just smirked at you lacing his lips over your bouncing breast as you came undone over him.

“Clearly my cock worked the magic” Bucky growled triumphantly and Zemo chuckled darkly.

“Sure James, like your smacking could be even considered fucking”

Their bickering was getting past you as your mind was lost, clouded in the process.

“I am sure we can do better” Helmut said as Bucky slipped off from underneath you as you quivered and trembled.

You didn’t want them to stop, any please was for them to slow down but that was impossible.

Before you could even whisper a request Helmut’s cock was stretching you open one more time. Your eyes widened as Bucky’s hand rested on your chin pushing his thumb past your lips. Neither of the two allowed himself to cum before the other yet, you sucked on that thumb as the Baron’s thrusts were almost scientifically perfect hitting straight were most pleased you.

“Look at you, all super soldier and you’re about to cum for a little thumb sucking?” The baron kept teasing as you saw how Bucky had an hard time focusing when you used your mouth even just a simple manner.

Zemo took full advantage of that moment of uncertainty from the Super soldier to push you down onto his chest humming happily to himself as he begun to mercilessly fuck you for good.

Your thighs trembled as you were unable to keep yourself up, then he pulled your chin up with his hand letting you out of James’s grip as he pushed two fingers inside your mouth.

“Such a precious girl, show James what you can do”

You let out an incoherent sound as you begun to suck his fingers, twirling your tongue between them making content sounds. That was a lot to see for Bucky. You almost chocked onto his fingers moaning, your eyes got a bit teary from the over stimulation. Everything was too much from you, and it was exactly what you needed.

“Behave now White wolf, we don’t want to break her before time” Helmut explained to James who seemed a bit dumbed by that sight that sight.

You opened your mouth wide as those fingers left you only to be substituted by the hard sex of Bucky now deciding to collaborate with the sokovian.

“So good to me doll, look how well you take it”

You hummed over his tip as you let him in, you could taste yourself over him, his metal hand wrapping through your hair as your moans got muffled by the desire, Helmut leaving a slap of appreciation on your bum as he was restless.

You found yourself wishing that Hell was made of these two fucking you endlessly as you abdicated every reaction. Their hands over you being hungrier than ever, your pussy sore and throbbing ready to have more pleasure.

“Hey, we are fucking her stupid James”

Bucky smirked as he fucked onto your mouth, the most wet and juicy sounds coming as you got used from both sides like some rag doll, none of them giving you a moment of rest.

“Oh, she is close, she is milking me like a good bitch”

Zemo’s words made your core shiver, your body convulsed lightly for another orgasm approaching.

“Already?” James smirked tapping your cheek with his hand “You don’t mind if we join you this time, right doll?”

He smirked looking up at the Baron for once on the same page.

You couldn’t imagine they could go any harder onto you, your body felt close to the breaking point.

Helmut soft sokovian cursing throwing your mind off the edge as he filled you up just when James pulled your head closer, your nose brushing against his pubes when he shot his load in your mouth.

You pulled back suddenly as some of it got to your mouth and chin as your thighs gave up on you as all that being filled up gave you a kind of pleasure you weren’t able to distinguish if it was made of exhaustion or pleasure, it shook you from your core and tears streamed down from your cheeks. Helmut’s arms wrapping around you to help you lay down as he slowly pulled out from you.

“I’ll take some water, she is fine”

Helmut said as Bucky got worried and frowned immediately but you smiled weakly to him to assure him that you were indeed more than fine. You felt Helmut leave the bed as James leaned against the headboard pulling you close as he gently touched onto your hair.

“You’re such a champ doll” he said making you smile looking up at Helmut sit beside you handing you a glass of water and helping you to drink. You noticed he also had a wet towel to clean you but you shook your head. “I like to be dirty of you two, besides we can shower together tomorrow”

Bucky raised his eyebrows in a surprised smirk as Helmut chuckled softly “It seems like an excellent proposal” he murmured caressing your cheek and kissing onto your lips. You watched him stand again to bring away those things and James pulled the covers over the both of you as he kept you safe against his broad chest. “You really can get in everywhere like Steve said”

You chuckled and looked up at him.

“Are you happy?”

Bucky looked at you and then up at Zemo as he joined the two of you on the other side of the bed

“I am”

The Baron turned off the lights as the three of you nuzzled into each other warmth.

As you shivered lightly you leaned against James’s chest resting over his shoulder as you pressed your forehead against his neck finally relaxing while lacing his hand with yours.

You smiled feeling Helmut spoon you pressing his lips on the back of your neck moving your hair on side before resting his forehead there, his arms around your waist.

And for that night none of you had a nightmare.

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😈😈 sub Zemo with a super-powered reader. Getting his ass tossed around and choked.

sub! zemo x dom! reader headcannon

just because i think zemo would LOVE to play into the whole arena of submission and domination, if you were to bring up topping him for the night he would lose his mind.

of course our boy is a resident switch, i think he would prefer being taken care of. but not for too long, seeing as he wants to make a moment out of all the time he has.

sub! zemo is definitely one to be very handsy, always gripping/tugging/pulling on any part of your body, definitely thinking he would be into some basics like being tied up, cutting off his air circulation right as he is cumming, overstimulation, edging - when he is in a submissive position - he wants to be used.

he would approach the idea with you, making sure you were at least 90% okay with it before diving right in. he would want you to take control, rip his clothes off, make marks along his skin, essentially the man just wants you to ruin him.

and if he were with someone who knew how to take control, and did so in their everyday life, he would relinquish full control to them, essentially praising them for degrading him.

oh, did i not mention hes into degrading? oh yeah baby, 1000000% he wants to be told he’s a slut, staring into his eyes and riding him while you held onto his jaw, not letting him speak.

theres a half and half for him, sometimes i think he would want more of a soft, playful lovemaking session, where you could take control, still being gentle to him, especially this would take place on his bad days if he were up to it.

but then the opposite side is rough sex, anywhere, anytime, regardless of position/location/time available, he wants it here and he wants it now. and this is my PERSONAL favorite zemo.

he would pull something like, “darling, i think we should head out. don’t you?” he would imply, whispering in your ear in the upscale bar, sitting amongst his colleagues. “we just basically got here, doll. let’s stay a little longer.” you’d rest your hand on his, taking another sip of the expensive cocktail - which, really isn’t good but it’s the experience. he’d snake his hand down your back, pressing his fingers against your hip, tapping and rubbing circles into it as the night progressed.

even at one point i see him becoming so needy, he would slip his hand underneath your dress, tugging you closer by the hem of your underwear, almost trying to get you to sit on his lap. “doll, if you want to leave that bad, say it, you call the shots and we’ll go.” smirking, you knew he wouldn’t, he hasn’t had any outside adventures with his colleagues since the breakout, for fear of being recognized.

after a few more impossible minutes, he would kindly excuse himself and you from the table, bidding your goodbyes before heading off into the alley between the restaurant and bar. he would find himself lost with the sight of you, grabbing your hand to place along his growing bulge. “see. this is why we had to leave.” you would giggle, seeing how whiny he became just by leaving the restaurant. backing him up into the corner, your hands dusting off his coat, before gripping onto his jaw. “you really needed me that bad? how pathetic. you couldn’t even last two hours without needing to stuff your cock in my mouth? look at you, helmut, all needy and whining for me. do you think you call the shots?” you asked, your grip becoming tighter on his jaw, “answer me, helmut.”

his eyes would widen, shaking his head side to side as a way of rebuke. “i said answer me.” you would repeat, “no, no! i promise. i’m not the one in charge, you are.” he would moan out, feeling the unbearable tightness growing in his slacks. “exactly. now come on, i’m not doing this here. you can wait and think about what you did.” you’d loosen your grip, moving your hand to his and pulling him along like he was your accessory before hailing a cab, and taking you back home.

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Empire State of Mind - 2

Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your best friend Wanda finally lands the prestigious internship of her dreams as the new personal assistant of one Baron of Sokovia. The bad news? According to her, he’s also a total asshole. Good thing he’s definitely not the cute guy you ran into at the coffee shop across the street from the Sokovian Cultural Center. Right? Right?!?

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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Coming Over

Pairing - Laszlo x Reader

Warning - none

Summary- laurentrvn [REQUEST]

Would you do Modern!Laszlo x Fem!reader Reader was a fashion designer, making clothes are casual style. Her phone ring, it was your psychiatrist (Laszlo your bf). He called you that how was you day doing. Of course he would like to ask you if you could go to dinner with him on his apartment. You could always say yes. Tonight they are getting dressed and ready. Then she came to his apartment, ring his doorbell. Laszlo open it, you can come in, his apartment was modern Victorian and very unique. They are in dining room, having dinner ready. They start talking. They are being honest at each other. You two head to his living room. Laszlo seem to look at you that he thinks that you are beautiful. Laszlo pinned you at couch. Kiss passionately. You always wanted to cherish him more. Laszlo was sweetness in your heart, they shared bed together.

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Just like a piece of fabric, even people have layers. Some people tend to hide their real selves in front of people by pretending to be someone they are not or people just don't expect them to be any different. But you had seen all kinds of people in your life.

Being an unwanted child and regularly abused had left its mark in your life that was more of a dent than a mark. At the age of 17, when you finally decided to have your life and your future your way, there was no looking back.

After six long years, here you are today, a fashion designer in a well-known company with a good education. As always, the exterior background you had attracted more people even before they knew your story. What difficulties you had to go through and who you were.

That's what you thought before meeting Dr. Laszlo. Your past haunted you for a long time until you decided to get help from a psychologist. "You can talk to me, its alright. Its all in the past." That was the first thing he said. It wasn't much, but somehow the scars and wounds on your skin made all those years ago, somehow healed.

Well after that, the appointments, got extended. Most of the times, Dr. Lazslo would end up dropping you off at your apartment. Both of you felt awkward at first. He was supposed to be your psychiatrist after all. But him waiting outside your office building, sending you flowers every alternate day with cute little messages on small cards, was something you found endearing.

"You want to work on the report? Ms. Lee suggested your name." asked your colleague. Her sudden intervention had you stuff the card in your drawer and broke the moment that had you in all smiles. "Uh? Yeah sure." you had no idea what that report was because you were busy admiring the messages.

"The year end report Ms. Y/N. Its due next week." Your colleague's voice trailed off as she left your cabin. You bit your lip in embarrassment. You liked being loved and you loved him too.

Your phone's screen lit up just like your face when you received Dr. Laszlo's call. "Y/N?" his voice was laced with honey. "Hey" you replied. "If you are not too busy why don't you come over for dinner?" Laszlo asked. You understood that all his appointments were done for the day. "I am done with my work for today so I think I can join you." His voice was doing a terrible job in hiding his excitement and you couldn't help but giggle at that.

Around 1 hour was spent in front of the mirror contemplating the light blue dress that comfortably sat on your curves. Dealing with dresses is what you do normally then what was happening today? After tirelessly staring at the mirror you decided to let it go. You were confident and looked beautiful in what you were wearing. After grabbing the scented candles, you sent Laszlo a message giving a heads up.

Never were you so happy for the foundation on your face, enough to hide your tinted cheeks. He was all smiles when he saw you as he opened the door. His apartment was beautiful. The intricate design on the racks and the quality of the furniture was outstanding. That man had quite a taste.

Within no time you reached at his place and he got your shawl and overcoat as he placed his briefcase near the rack. "Can I help you with something?" you asked leaning over the kitchen counter.

"There is the vinaigrette, why don't you season the salad" he suggested. The dinner was amazing. No out of the line talks, no fake comments just a simple and quiet dinner, something you didn't realize was needed but it was. It was perfect.

"I will do this, could you help me with the dessert? It's in the fridge." Laszlo said he took the dishes from your hands and put it in the sink. You smiled and nodded your head. "Someone was prepared?" you said looking at the two servings of tiramisu placing them on the tea table near the couch. "For you? Always" he said sheepishly as he pinned you on the soft velvety surface of the couch and captured your lips in a searing kiss. His lips were soft on yours. He could the taste of the sweet wine on your lips as he devoured you.

It was a tough job keeping his hands to himself since the time you passed him when you entered the apartment. The subtle fragrance of your perfume was driving him crazy. The blue dress exposed your curves to his hungry eyes and the comment ignited it all. He was always a spectator of your beauty but tonight he was its victim.

Your eyes felt heavy as the movie ran on the T.V. "Tired?" he asked. "Yeah maybe" you chuckled at his observation. He slowly placed his arms beneath your neck and adjusted your head on the crook of his shoulder. The comforting smell of his cologne had you curling in his embrace.

It wouldn't hurt to shut your problems out for a night, right?

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A/N: Hello guys, I am back with another fanfiction. I had a major writer's block but I am happy I could come out of it. It was a much needed brake anyways so..

You all are seriously increasing my standards in men. But writing fics wouldn't hurt right.

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filmmies-writing · 3 years

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Filmmie’s Masterlist

Baron Zemo

“Just Another Night”

summary : you’re at Zemo’s house in Riga, you couldn’t sleep but keep thinking about those moments between you and him in Madripoor and unexpectedly, Zemo invited himself into your room in the middle of the night

“Past, Present & Future”

summary : you used to visit Zemo at the prison after the event of civil war but then he cut you off because he started to have feelings for you. Now that Bucky’s going to break him out, he needs your help babysitting this bad guy.

summary : It has been a year after Zemo cut you off but now it’s time you two meet again, face to face, without any glasses between. What will he react when he sees you and what will your move be? (based on tfatws ep.3)

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summary : After Zemo pushed you away for a year, you have to play a role as his “babygirl” for the mission. You tried to start your little game with him but does it work, or you’re ending up giving in to him again? (based on tfatws ep.3)

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summary : There’s no going back after what happened last night, you finally give in, he finally let his guard down. Everything seems to be perfect for a moment.

coming soon

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imagoosemotherfuckers · 3 years

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Excuse you Rush came eight years ago and in all that time not one single person wrote a Pixar Cars AU for Niki??? Not one???

#they're both Daniel Brühl #both racecar(drivers)#Niki gets stranded in a small desert town and learns life leasons about heart and stuff #like p l e a s e #niki lauda #rush #rush 2013 #fanfic #cars #pixar #pixar cars #fic #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #daniel bruehl #lightning mcqueen

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f1yogurt · 2 years

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back again with a fic prompt <3

this one is a little out there.. Zemo grows up in a royal atmosphere, so being a young Baron in a strict regal household or castle would suck. I can't help but wonder if he would eye up a servent who works in their home similar to his own age..

Imagine.. Young Zemo flirting with/pursuing/crushing on servant!reader

I'm sure this has been done- I mean- he is royalty, he get what he want

Flirting with Royalty

Summary: A young Baron Zemo can't help but find himself attracted to one of the servants in his household, and his interest hasn't gone unnoticed by you. You have only been employed for a few weeks, and yet you already feel inclined to engage in a forbidden romance with the handsome baron.

AO3 Link - FLIRTING WITH ROYALTY – Link to my Fic Request Guide

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Tags: Baron Zemo, servant!Reader, Flirting, Sparring, Banter, Mutual Pining

Word Count: 1.6k

Baron Helmut Zemo was bored. Growing up in a spacious castle had its perks, although often enough, he found himself longing for something new to do. Or at least, someone to share his adventures with. He roamed the vast, empty halls of the castle, brushing his hand along the wall that had pictures of every Baron Zemo before him. Helmut looked up at all of the old men who seemed to be glaring down at him, judging him as he lived out the Zemo legacy.

He sighed and looked away, strolling aimlessly through the corridor. Ah, well. In his spare time, whenever he had nothing else to do, he would go to the training room and practice sparring or new sword fighting techniques. Zemo smiled, and he decided that letting off a little steam in the gym would do him some good.

His feet led him down another corridor and to his room. Helmut paused at the door, which was open, and he watched as a few servants walked out carrying fresh linens. They must have changed his bedsheets this morning.

“Hello, ladies,” he greeted as he stepped into the room. You had been dusting a desk in the corner of the room, but at the sound of his voice, you turned around to glance at him. The other servants gave a cordial, “Good morning, Baron” and continued with their work, but Zemo gave you a cheeky smirk while the other women weren’t looking. You felt your heart flutter at his flirtatiousness. The baron then turned his back to you, and he walked over to his closet to begin sifting through his clothes.

“I think I will spend a few hours in the training room,” he announced as he pulled his sparring outfit from the closet. “Tell my father that I will be late to lunch, and not to wait on me.” A few of the servants nodded, and they slowly began to file out of his room to give Helmut some privacy.

“Of course, my lord, we will inform him,” one of them said, curtseying politely. You were about to leave along with the group, but then you paused. The young baron’s romantic interest in you hadn’t gone unnoticed for the past few weeks, and even though you were hesitant to reciprocate, his attentions thrilled you. The baron was a handsome young man, and yet…he was a baron. You were just a servant, and you couldn’t imagine what it was about you that had caught his eye.

After all of the other servants had left the room, Zemo closed the door and looked back at you. He was pleased that you hadn’t left, that you would stay to spend time with him. Alone. He decided that now wasn’t the time to be coy.

“Excuse me while I dress,” Helmut said, his words laced with cockiness. His gorgeous brown eyes were fixed on yours, and when you didn’t respond to his request, he slowly drew his shirt over his head. You wanted to avert your gaze, to be respectful, but you couldn’t help but steal a long glance at his toned torso. Despite being a baron, Helmut Zemo wasn’t an idle man, and his frequent training sessions meant that he wasn’t lacking for an impressive physique.

Helmut finally finished tugging his shirt over his head, and he chuckled to himself as he caught you staring before you quickly looked away. He grinned. Maybe this flirtation wasn’t one sided, after all.

“I thought that I would find you already in the training room,” he remarked curiously, quickly changing into his sparring trousers while you were turned away.

“I have duties there this afternoon, but I was filling in for one of the girls who usually cleans,” you said, sitting down on the bed, facing away from him. “I know your father hired me for my combat skills, but that doesn’t mean I can’t dust a desk or two.” Helmut nodded in understanding.

“Oh, that is very kind of you,” he said, tugging a shirt over his head. Helmut felt a sort of giddiness that he was unaccustomed to, simply at the thought of spending more time with you today. The training room had become his favorite place in the castle, mainly because he knew that you would be there.

Now fully dressed, Helmut walked around in front of you, heading into his connecting bathroom to stand in front of the mirror. Well, strutted was more of an accurate description, and you suppressed an amused grin at the way he practically preened at his reflection. You let your gaze roam his figure again, and you noticed how his outfit hugged his frame better than usual. It was as if he’d chosen the tightest shirt and pants imaginable just because he knew you were there, watching him.

“Baron, I will meet you in the sparring room in ten minutes,” you said, rising from your perch on his bed. If you stayed there one second longer, you would combust with the desire to splay your hands along his broad shoulders, or run your fingers through his soft, brown hair. Not that you thought Zemo would oppose, but you weren’t going to allow him the satisfaction of you giving into his charms that easily.

“Of course, I look forward to it,” Helmut said, his words sounding more distant as you walked to the door of his room. You smiled. The baron may have had the flirtatious upper hand this morning, in his own bedroom, but the sparring arena was your homeground. If Helmut wanted to flirt with you, then you were going to give as good as you got.

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He met you in the gym ten minutes later, just as he had promised. When he arrived, you were busy polishing a few of the weapons that were available for use. After all, you were a servant in this household, although your main duty was to tend to this room and train the baron in his spare time. Not that Helmut needed much training, but there was always room for improvement.

Zemo grinned as he saw you, now decked out in your own sparring outfit as you picked out a sword. He swallowed as he gazed at your form fitting attire. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so bold to put on his tightest gear. He had wanted to flirt with you, but now he realized that he would need to work extra hard to not let any of his…physical attraction to you be revealed. “Alright, my lord,” you said, brandishing your sword of choice and glancing over at Helmut. “Are you ready?” Zemo smiled.

“As always, my lady,” he said, a flirtatious smirk on his face. The both of you donned protective gear, and then you stepped onto the mats. You and Zemo went through a few warm up exercises and stretches, and every once in a while, you would correct his form. Helmut had been training for a while now, and he was nearly perfect, but there were still a few things he could improve on.

“When you swing, let the movement flow,” you told him, demonstrating a move that he had just attempted. “Use the momentum to your advantage.” Helmut nodded and copied you, performing the steps a bit differently this time. Today, he seemed…distracted. You grinned, noticing how his eyes would unwillingly linger on you a moment too long. Good, maybe you’d be able to get back at him for teasing you this morning.

“Let’s go a few rounds,” you offered after you finished your warm ups. “Best three out of five?” Helmut grinned.

“If you last that long,” he teased. In response, you swung your sword in a side attack, which he defended easily. Helmut had a natural talent for this, which made it even more fun to spar with him. It wasn’t long until the two of you were breathing hard, and your muscles had the pleasant ache of exertion. Zemo had managed to win the first two rounds, but you made a comeback for the last two. Now, the score was even.

“Two to two,” Helmut said, somehow managing to sound cocky even while he was panting and drenched in sweat. “Winner takes all.” This time, instead of attacking first, you waited for him to make the first move. When Helmut lunged forward, you spun away to dodge his sword, and you managed to get behind him and swipe his legs out from under him. Zemo dropped his sword in surprise as he fell, and before he could think, you rolled over and had him pinned under you, your sword pressed lightly to his throat.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” you teased, a cocky smirk on your face. Helmut took a few moments to realize what had happened, but he didn’t try to push you off. Instead, his expression changed, and you watched as his gaze darted down to your lips for a brief moment before returning to your eyes.

“I admit, I was…distracted,” he said. You almost scoffed, but he sounded so sincere, so longing. Before you could think twice, you dropped your sword to the floor and leaned down to kiss him. Helmut made a noise of surprise, but after a moment, he relaxed and closed his eyes, savoring this moment that he had been waiting for so long.

After a few moments that felt like an eternity, you sat up again, breathless from the kiss as well as the sparring exertion.

“Schatz, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that,” Zemo admitted softly, gazing up at you as you pulled away. You smiled and brushed a rogue curl of hair off of his forehead, gazing into his chocolate eyes. This man was going to get you in so much trouble, but it thrilled you.

“This is going to be complicated,” you said, chuckling. Helmut just smiled.

“Perfect. My favorite kind of romance.”

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cazimagines · 3 years

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I see you shiver with antici...pation

Based upon my Laszlo edging headcanon which you can read here

Synopsis: Due to stress from work, Laszlo snapped at you one evening and though he tried to apologise afterwards, he had just taken a one-way ticket into edging hell.

Word count: 10k

Author’s note: Welp, this might of gotten out of hand 😅 this is my longest one-shot yet so I hope you guys enjoy the read! I feel bad in a way for everything I've put Laszlo through, but at the same time, I love it. Also you may have to suspend some of your knowledge about erections and such 😅 Now that I am back from holiday I'll be getting around to all the headcanon requests I still have in my inbox! I also have another authors note at the end which you'll want to read.

Warnings: Edging, exhibition, finger sucking, handjobs, blowjobs, overstimulation, begging, vaginal sex, f!reader, sub!Laszlo, John attempts to make a joke, brief mention of child abuse

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There was a pounding within his head, unceasingly thumping against his skull, wracking any thoughts of his to and fro in quick succession before he could grasp one and observe it. The pounding was distant but near, a familiarity but an annoyance. He needed it to stop. Yes. It had to stop. He needed to think. Thinking was all he could do now. The pounding became a voice, a consistent voice that continued to pull him away from what he needed to focus on.

“I need peace and patience, if you cannot provide that to me you might as well leave” Laszlo snapped, his hands which were covered in white chalk dust threw said chalk to the floor, gaining some gratification in hearing the way it broke into little pieces, much like his own temperament.

Your head snapped to look at him, the muscles in your neck twinging at the sudden movement. Heat flushed through your body and the sharpness from your nails dug into your hands as they instinctively curled in on themselves due to Laszlo’s sudden gruff words. You had been discussing with him the news of John’s first child expecting to be born in the upcoming months. John was having a palavar attempting to decide upon a name for his child, and as Laszlo considered himself John’s best friend, you assumed he would have wanted to weigh in his own fourth pence of what he thinks John should name his child.

But Laszlo was aggravated and your meaninglessly chitter-chatter had no relevance to him at this current moment. Earlier, before noon, one of the parents of a child at the institute had stormed in demanding Laszlo give him his son back. Laszlo had withheld the child from being permitted to go back to him, after one interview where the child admitted to his father regularly hitting him with his belt. Laszlo had already come to this conclusion in the way the child often flinched when Laszlo drew too near to him, or when Laszlo’s tone would rise higher than usual and this all lead him to believe that not only were his parents physically abusing the child but that the parents were using their children to pickpocket, con other people, putting them in dangerous situations. Laszlo couldn’t allow the child to go back with the parents at any cost as he feared for their safety. The parent caused quite the ruckus, hitting Laszlo in the face before Cryus could intervene, making people on the streets curious as to what was going on. As Laszlo was leaving for the night he was swarmed with reporters asking if it was true that he kidnapped children.

He hadn’t told you about any of this yet, though he knew it was a matter of time before you saw the newspapers yourself. In all proper manner, he should tell you before you found out that way. But he didn’t want to worry you about the children, for he knew how much you cared about them, and he didn’t want you to worry about him after he was hit. He didn’t want to see your pity.

The stress of it all made him tense, and he wasn’t listening to what you were saying as he pondered over how he could help the child, writing up potential solutions on his board yet he was vaguely aware of you chit chattering away in the background, slowly growing on his nerves more and more until he snapped.

His eyes widened and he felt coldness creep up his skin as soon as the words left his mouth, knowing he shouldn’t have just said what he did. His head quickly spun to you, the apology right on the tip of his tongue till he saw your fading figure leaving the room, echoing footsteps slowly getting quieter and quieter the further you moved away.

Internally he cursed at himself, bile rising in his mouth from his own resentment towards his words. He shouldn’t have treated you in that way, it was unjust especially when you were not aware of the pressure upon him, and even that pressure was no excuse for treating you rudely.

Laszlo glanced at his board, then back to where you left the room, his mind debating what to do next. The situation about the boy required attention, he needed to figure out how he would go about ensuring the boy’s safety, while at the same time he didn’t want to leave things unresolved with you, he knew he needed to apologise and the more time he left in between the incident, the worse it became.

Gathering his resolve, Laszlo promptly hurried off to find where you were, to apologise and make it up to you for the rest of your evening. He found you in the library, picking out your favourite book to read. Gently he walked over to you, without saying a word. You watched him with a stern gaze but didn’t stop his hand briefly touching yours, taking the book from you. You turned around and sat down on one of the armchairs, crossing your legs and tapping your fingers upon the armrest as you observed Laszlo choosing to be seated in the chair beside yours. He picked up his reading glasses off the side table, placing them upon himself, where they slightly slipped down upon his nose as he leaned forward to look at the book being held in his deformed hand. His fingers graced through the pages till he found your bookmark, and in clearing his throat, he started reading out loud to you.

He knew you always enjoyed him reading to you. You’d sigh in happiness as you heard the way his sweet accent caressed the words, drawing them out in a husky breath as he read quietly. Secretly it thrilled Laszlo that his voice drew such a reaction out of you, and often he would use his voice in times like this to his advantage. It was moments like these where he knew apologises could only go so far, but little acts of gratitude, are what mattered more to you.

Your heart did simmer hearing the way Laszlo reading to you. You still hadn’t entirely forgiven him for the way he snapped at you earlier, but seeing him attempt to patch things up certainly did warm your heart, and he didn’t stop there.

When dinner time came Laszlo insisted on gathering all of the food and setting out the table himself, something he found particularly hard doing because of his arm yet every time you tried to help him, he insisted he could cope and that you should relax. He gathered all your food onto your plate, knowing just the right amount of what you would eat, and then throughout the dinner, he made polite conversation, asking about how your day was, asking about what you were saying earlier and as you predicted weighing in his own opinion on what John would name his child.

After dinner, you would usually clean up the dishes, but once again Laszlo insisted he would attend to that duty and that you should relax in the main room. He had quite the struggle attempting to carry all the plates and cutlery with one hand, and as he was washing, one of the wet plates slipped out of his hand and smashed on the floor. You were none the wiser, not hearing the way it shattered but Laszlo cursed under his breath and quickly gathered a broom to sweep the evidence away so you would never know.

By the time you two were ready to retire for the night, Laszlo was certain he had won over your forgiveness and felt quite pleased with himself.

This day had been extremely stressful to him, and his face still bore the aching pain, from his tender cheek to his stiff jaw, after being hit earlier in the day. So now he craved some relief, a way to relax from the hard day before he fell asleep. You were turned on your side, your back to him adjusting yourself for sleep when you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling your backside to slot into the front side of himself. His warm breath rolled down your neck as he held his face beside you and tenderly he started placing a trail of kisses, from right under your ear to your shoulder. The scruff of his beard scratched your skin lightly but the warmth from his lips soothed it like a healing touch from a saint.

You knew this was Laszlo’s own subtle way of asking you for making love. For a man who so often argued in court for people, someone who interviewed numerous patients and dealt with confrontations continuously throughout the day, when coming to confront his own emotions and desires he found himself lacking in words. It was there why he related in showing you how he felt, rather than attempting and failing to express it through words.

His grasp on your waist grew tighter and his kisses pressed deeper into you, urging for an answer. One which you gave. You twisted around in the bed till you were facing him, his face only inches away from yours. His pupils were blown and his eyes flickered from your own, down to your lips. He smacked his lips together slightly, wetting them ready to attach himself to your lips, to attack you passionately but you moved back, grasping the bedsheets and pulling them off his body.

Laszlo adorned his striped pyjamas, but it was as clear as day how aroused he was. The thin fabric stretched by his crotch, showing his desire pushing up against it, his erection as clear as day. Laszlo’s cheeks grew red and he muttered awkwardly about hormones and how natural it was, clearly feeling the embarrassment at how erect he had become.

You smirked at his plight, enjoying the way his cheeks burned a bright red in shame. You pulled your body over him, making him surprised as he glanced up wide-eyed at you, but he shuddered more when your fingers worked at the buttons of his pyjamas shirt, urgently pulling it open exposing his bare chest for your to run your fingers down seductively leaving red trail marks. Instantly he raised his hand in an attempt to rid you of your nightdress but your hand grasped his wrist before he could make any progress, and you pushed it into the bed telling him indirectly not to move it.

His breath got caught in this throat as he watched the way you slinked down his body, your head moving down till it was at his crotch, inches away from his burning erection. Hopping your fingers through the material you tugged it down, freeing his cock from its confinements and watching it as it instantly shot upwards, pointing up tall and proud. Laszlo was finally able to let out a shaky breath feeling the material no longer trapping him, the heat of your breath fanning over his cock, arousing him even more.

Any stress, any thoughts, instantly disappeared from Laszlo’s mind when he felt your lips wrap around his tip. You encaptured him in warmth and instantly by natural reaction his hips buckled, desperate to push further into your mouth, wanting to feel the wetness of your throat surround his throbbing cock. Gradually you started bobbing your head up and down upon him, using your hand to rub the end which you couldn’t reach yet. You would run your tongue along the underside of his cock, trailing the throbbing vein which stuck out. Occasionally you would pull yourself off him, the saliva from your lip still attacked to his cock creating a wet trial between the two of you. You would run your tongue along his sensitive tip, twisting it upon his slit, wiggling it making Laszlo yelp and cry from the stinging pain but mostly the alarming pleasure it caused. In doing that Laszlo became a moaning mess beneath you. His deep voice rumbled as he groaned from the feeling of your tongue working wonders all over him. At first, he tried to watch you, watch the way your lips curved over his cock, taking him all in but soon he didn’t have the energy to hold his head up and collapsed into the softness of the pillow as his eyes fluttered shut, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure you were bestowing upon him.

You grew excited hearing the way his voice would occasionally gasp when you wriggled your tongue upon his tip or the way he’d groan so loudly you felt the rest of the household would hear him when you attempted to take in the whole of him. Feeling his cock hitting the back of your throat was cataclysmic for Laszlo, and he started chanting to you in broken English, his mind only able to form a few words which he would use to say how perfect you were, how much he loved and adored you.

You could tell when he started to grow closer to his climax. His gasping was rapid, his hips started thrusting more into your throat making you gag, his cock twitched within you as if it had a mind of its own, preparing to shoot his load down your throat. And just as he was almost there, almost ready to feel it all pour out of him, you pulled away.

Laszlo gasped as the coldness swarmed his once warm dick. He cried out, his voice bouncing off the walls as the need to release pained him. He was right there, right at the edge and all he needed was one little touch, just something and he would be thrown into the fits of pleasure. But instead, you pulled yourself back up to your bed and pulled the bedsheet over yourself, wishing him a good night. He was frozen in shock by your actions, hardly believing you would torment him like this. But he realised this was all payback for how he had treated your earlier, and that his attempts to make it up to you still hadn’t saved him punishment from you.

Still utterly in need of friction, craving that release as he felt like the way his load was held with him, making his dick increasingly hard as his cum was within his tract, ready to leave at any moment. He pushed himself onto his side and tried to wrap his arm back around your waist, pulling you in, asking you to continue but you shrugged his arm off. Telling him no, and that you were going to sleep. Fright caught him, fearing he wouldn’t experience his release at all that night and he tired pleading with you again.

“Y/n, please, I want you,” he said in a broken whisper but you shushed him.

“I told you, Laszlo, I’m tired, I’m going to bed”

He rolled back on his front, sighing in discomfort, feeling the way his dick pressed up tightly into the bed sheets above him. Knowing you weren’t going to offer any help. Laszlo raised his hand to grasp himself in a last desperate attempt to relieve himself but sensing what he was doing you suddenly reprimanded him by saying,

“If you touch yourself, Laszlo, what I am doing now is nothing compared to what I will do to you”

The threat was enough for Laszlo to put his hand back down. He knew just how ‘creative’ you could get with punishments and ultimately he decided his best course of action was to let his erection go down on its own, no matter how painful it might become.

And painful it was.

You had a lovely nights rest, sleeping for the next eight hours in complete bliss, full of lovely dreams but Laszlo was another story. He was awake most of the night. His eyes were sore and he felt like sleep would grasp him at any moment but his dick throbbed with need, desperately hoping for something and it tormented him that he couldn’t do anything about it. From this need, he was left in a state of awakeness, unable to fully fall asleep as the pain of not finishing struck him again and again in slow waves. Laszlo ended up finding himself in the position of where his top pillow now no longer rested his head, but instead settled between his thighs, with his cock pushed tightly into the softness of it. He rutted into the pillow a few times, carefully as not to wake you but still with harshness as he tried his best to dull the aching within his cock. The pillow stimulated him, but the feeling of it was still not enough for him to reach his climax and in the end, Laszlo came to the conclusion the pillow was making the situation worse, rather than helping, and yet he couldn’t let go or stop his hips from humping it.

In the morning you naturally awoke, feeling fully rested and fresh for today’s work. Remembering the state you left Laszlo in, you pushed your body to the side to observe him, just to find his wounded eyes already upon you. His once-bright brown eyes were now dark with pain, and he had deep eye bags. His eyes looked imploringly at you from his tear-stained pillow which worn hands clung to desperately.

“Y/n” he whispered, his morning voice deep and distressed. His dark, weary eyes flickered with a glimmer of new hope, however, seeing how you were now awake. He hoped that you would take pity upon him, seeing just how tormented his night had been.

He sighed in relief when you appearing did take pity upon him as you leaned forward, wrapping your hand around his cock. Pre-cum coated his tip, aroused from the way he had been humping the pillow but now it allowed for you to swiftly rub your palm up and down his cock with quick motions, not feeling any skin upon skin resistance. His cock was already hard in your hand, and as you started to pump him, you could feel the clear outline of the veins that ran along his shaft throb against your skin. Laszlo was like putty to be played with and as soon as your hand started moving faster on him he was gasping and groaning, the sensations of last night crashing back over him as he grew so increasingly closer again. His hips thrust into your hand in desperation and he could feel his climax appearing any second. All he needed was one more pump, one more.

But you let go of him, placing your hands upon the bedsheets to thrust your body out of bed and gathering your clothes to be changed into in for the day head.

Laszlo whimpered and collapsed headfirst into the bed, his head bouncing upon the buoyancy of his pillow as once again his oncoming orgasm was ripped away from him. He felt like sobbing, a harrowing feeling carving within his chest but he refrained himself from doing so, still trying to hold onto whatever sense of dignity he might have left within him. But oh how that dignity would soon slip away.

With you leaving the bed Laszlo was forced to start his own morning ritual and prepare for the day while ignoring the obvious strain upon himself. His dick was still rock hard and achingly sore, his tip dripping out pre-cum in the hope for sensation, a sensation he now had come to released he likely wouldn’t feel anytime soon. He hissed through his teeth as he attempted to shove himself into his slacks for today, grimacing at the obvious tent that struck out. He wanted to hate you for all the desperation you were causing him, to argue with you and make you feel sorry for what you were doing to him but he couldn’t find it within him. Not when he felt like he deserved it from the way he treated you, plus perhaps even a part of him, a very deep down part of him enjoyed it as well.

Laszlo made sure to put his extra long black coat on this morning, pulling it tightly around himself, hoping it would be enough to conceal what poked out of his slacks from the prying eyes of the public. Though every time he felt Cryus’s eyes upon him, a cold sweat would swarm him, fearing Cryus knew, fearing that Cryus could read him easily. The way Cryus chuckled at something, or the way he looked at Laszlo as if he had a knowing glint in his eye made Laszlo all the more panicked. How could he ever stand to keep his reputation if people knew just how much you could rile him up. If people found out how you could play with him like a rag doll, bringing him to desperation and need for you and only you, he’d never be treated with respect again.

What was worst was today he was having to conduct interviews with families to see if their children should come to stay at the institute. He couldn’t put these interviews off, for some families had travelled far for this, yet it was too warm inside the institute to wear his heavy black coat. In the end, he had resorted to strategically holding his hands over his crotch, or crossing his legs over so no one could see the erection pushing against the material. He hoped by at least a few hours it would go down, for from what he had studied at university and what he knew from his own experiences, a human erection can only last a certain period of time without stimulation before arousal simmered.

You, however, also seemed to be aware of this, for you suddenly dropped by at his institute to deliver some papers you ‘claimed’ you thought he needed but which you both knew that was entirely not the case.

While he was talking to the child and their parents about possible explanations for their behaviour, you just so happened to drop some paper to the ground, right beside Laszlo and so you bend down to pick them up. Instantly Laszlo’s eyes were drawn to your rear, unable to pull them away as his mind was swarmed with images of you bare before him, bent over his desk just a few inches away from him, begging him to enter you. Due to the sudden barrage of images in his mind, his cock hardened again and the stimulation made him groan in frustration, his eyes briefly shutting from the fleeting pleasure that flew over him, and when he was able to open his eyes again, they landed directly upon the parents giving him perplexed looks.

It’s safe to say they didn’t return.

After they had quickly left, you tried to excuse yourself from the room as well, claiming you had somewhere to be, but as your hand rested upon the cold metal doorknob to open it, Laszlo’s hand shot up on the door, preventing it from opening. He pushed himself into your back and you could feel his erection press into you, pushing into the cheek of your rear with greed. His hand left the door to hold your waist tightly, his fingers grasping the clothes that covered the bone of your hip as he pushed his body further into you, letting out a shaky breath.

“Laszlo!” you scorned but he just placed a gentle kiss upon your temple as if that would make up from the desperate way he was acting, “y/n, please, enough with this, I cannot endure this torment any longer”

You pushed his arm off you and spun around on your heel to face Laszlo. Your back was pressed into the door as Laszlo hardly left any space between the two of you as he leaned into you desperately.

“Did you say just the other week that you would not permit any sexual activities within your institute, in fear of one of the children seeing” you reminded him after you had attempted to go down on Laszlo from under his desk while John was in the room, unaware of the situation Laszlo was having to deal with. Laszlo was not happy with you after that and had reprimanded you greatly about how this was a professional children’s institute.

Laszlo bit his lips, remembering his past words and regret seeped into him and his previous level-headedness. His eyes focused back on you greedily, taking in the irresistible way you looked up at him, your chest heaving, parts of your hair coming loose from your do up and the mischievous glint in your eyes. Dam what he had previously said, he needed you over that desk so he could finally gain his release.

“That was before all of this, now I need you, urgently, I can not waste any more time to go back home to our chamber”

Laszlo was going to continue to rant about his desires, about the current images swarming his mind but you simply raised your finger to his lips, pressing it gently upon him, stopping him.

“I would hate for you to break your own rule Laszlo”

He quickly opened his mouth to argue but you talked over him again, “I’ll see you tonight Laszlo”

With that you were able to open the door a small crack due to the space Laszlo had hardly left you but you were able to slip through, leaving Laszlo to mutter to himself in anger. His hand came to stroke his beard in comfort as he paced the room trying to distract himself from his aching erection. Shakingly he dared to lower his hand down to his crotch, grimacing at seeing how his old worn hand shook but he snatched it away. He couldn’t relieve himself, no matter how much he might have wanted to.

Thus started Laszlo’s own personal hell. Every morning you would be on him, your lips trailing all over his body, your hand touching every inch of him till finally, they lowered to giving him hand jobs, pulling him to the brink of pleasure yet pulling away at the last moment, and in the evening you would go down on him, your lips wrapped around him, pushing him as far as you could imagine into your throat just to leave him achingly despondent as you pulled him away as you felt him begin to twitch. He had thought you would only keep this punishment up for a day at the most, knowing how much it hurt him not to seek this release but the longer you continued it, the more distraught and desperate he became.

Soon he no longer held back any tears when you released him before his time. The stimulation of being so close for what felt like to him the thousandth time just for it to be pulled away again felt like you were pricking his sensitive tip with a dozen of painstakingly sharp needles. He would burst out sobbing, crying with tears streaming down his ruddy red cheeks due to his need for friction, his need to finally feel some sort of release.

On the third day of his living hell, you had just finished toying with Laszlo, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his cock through his slacks as he attempted to read. He whimpered from the pressure and in surprise, you watched as he crumbled from the chair and onto the floor from the overwhelming need, and then now he crawled over to where you sat and pulled himself upon his knees before you. His hand clutched your knee as you looked down at him, finding yourself shocked by his desperation. His reading glasses slipping down his nose from the sweat that had gathered on his face, to the point where they threatened to fall off his face but he made no move to push them back up again as he looked up at you imploringly.

“Please y/n,” he said in a broken whisper, “Please, I can’t cope anymore, please”

His hand shook as his fingers dug into your knee and his forehead leaned forward to rest upon your kneecap, pleading for you to end this.

You tutted at him, moving to place your hand under his chin, raising his face away from your knees to look you in the eyes. His own were glistened with tears as he whimpered feeling desire shot through him even in this slight piece of contact.

“You are so desperate for me aren’t you Laszlo?”

“Achingly so my love”

“It’s amusing, how the great Alienist is dependent on me to make him feel good” you murmur, running your finger down his neck instantly causing him to swallow. He held no response for your statement however so you continued to talk.

“In the end, it will always come down to this, you may have the intelligence darling, the reputation, but you’ll always end up on your knees for me, needing me to pleasure you. You couldn’t live without me”

“I’ll always need you” he whimpered

“Who do you belong to?”

“You”

You tilted your head, letting out a puff of laughter at the way his face was bright red in shame, the way he appeared so shy and anxious yet desperate and lustful. How his hand upon your knee shook with nerves but the pupils in eyes were blown up in desire. You leaned forward, moving your hand from under his chin to instead grasp his soft hair, pulling at it so his head was tugged back. He gurgled at the feeling but it was quickly cut off as your lips sought out his, colliding with him. This kiss was messy but hot, making him moan as the sensation shot straight down to his crotch. Both your lips moved upon each other, opening up to press against each other’s lips but it lead the two of you to often miss your mark, instead brushing your lips upon the whole of his lower face as you tried to find his again. Finally, his bottom lip slotted between yours and your teeth bit lightly down upon it, pulling at his lip making him whimper from the sensations. But as soon as the kiss had started it had ended. You let go of him, getting off your seat and stepping over his hunched over body on the floor. You made a beeline towards the door, leaving it open as you passed through. Not supporting himself on your knee anymore, Laszlo collapsed onto the ground, lying curled up within himself due to lack of energy. His hips twitched as if they had a mind of his own, thrusting into the air in desperation, making him sob from the lack of stimulation.

The next day you and Laszlo took a trip out to one of his favourite restaurants, Delmonicos. Laszlo was excited to see what the cook would surprise him with this evening, as often was the tradition when you two took an outing out to his restaurant. The staff knew you well and Laszlo enjoyed the surprise of new food and often work through many different courses. However, that excitement soon swapped to dread and lustfulness as he saw the way your eyes glimmered with mischief and how your lips pulled into a sly smile. You sat opposite from Laszlo at first and made no adventitious towards him, lulling him into a false sense of security, which he paid for very quickly when he made the mistake of leaving his legs open. You shot your foot forward before he had the chance to close his legs, slotting between them and pressing against his crotch.

Lighty, you pressed down further upon his crotch causing Laslzo to whimper from the pressure placed upon him. He bit his lip in an attempt to push down the noises that came to his throat and he scrunched his eyes closed, trying his best to focus not letting other’s dining in the well-respected restaurant hear him. He knew he should have booked a private room.

Laszlo felt he was succeeding in suppressing his moans from the ever-increasing pressure your foot placed upon him, but then he heard an awkward cough beside him and he finally opened his eyes and looked up to see the waiter looking down at him confused.

Laszlo instantly straightened himself, his cheeks turning bright red that not even his beard could hide as he scrambled for a napkin, placing it brashly over his crotch in an attempt to hide where your foot resided. He thanked the waiter for taking in his order of drinks and then he turned to glare at you, his eyes trying to pierce right through you and remind you exactly where the two of you were. You however were desperately trying to hold back a laugh threatening to rip from his throat at how flustered Laszlo had become at almost being caught.

You eventually removed your foot to grant him some slight mercy but the damage was already done. Laszlo could feel the blood shoot down to his crotch, causing his erection to press up against his slacks again and he growled in frustration, knowing no amount of food would be able to distract him from this. He crossed his legs over, using his left leg to push down the erection as much as he could. To his horror though the situation only grew worse for him when he suddenly heard John Moores grating voice calling to him.

John appeared beside the twins, Marcus and Lucius, smiling down happily at the two of you, remarking at how it was a coincidence all of you meeting at this time but then joking about how perhaps it wasn’t due to how Laszlo seemed to spend all of his time here.

“People often ask me, ‘Where do you find Dr Kreizler, at the institute I assume’ and I always have to inform them instead, ‘if you want to find the man in a good mood, he will always be at Delmonico’s, treat him to a meal and he’ll sing to you about psychology like a canary” John chortled, earning a glare from Laszlo.

Though the twins were a lot more apprehensive, not wanting to disturb the two of you, John seemed to pay this no mind and invited himself to sit down at the table. Allowing space for the twins to also sit down, you scooted your chair over till you were now sat beside Laszlo rather than opposite him.

He flinched when he suddenly felt your hand grab a hold of his thigh, squeezing it as the corners of your mouth rose into a smirk causing Laszlo to gulp. You didn’t move your hand at first, just letting it rest upon his leg as you engaged in a discussion with Marcus while Laszlo kept John and Lucius entertained, but slowly your hand just to trail up his thigh, your fingers digging into the soft material of his slacks as you moved higher up to his protruding erection.

The first order of the dish arrived, soup, and Laszlo licked his lips in anticipation, thrilled to finally start eating but as he picked up his spoon, eagerly bringing it to his lips, you finally moved your hand to grasp his bulge through his slacks.

Laszlo sputtered into the spoon from the sudden contact, his legs twitching in jolts at the pressure and pleasure suddenly flooding him. John and the twins glance over at Laszlo confused by his reaction and Laszlo dabs his spilt soup with his napkin and mutters an apology to everyone claiming he inhaled some of it, which sufficed as a reasonable explanation to everyone who went to focus back on their soup.

With one hand, you ate your soup, while your other hand slowly groped Laszlo, pushing your hand into his crotch to bump against his erection, occasionally squeezing it causing Laszlo to instinctively push his hips forward.

He had to bite down on his lip harshly, almost drawing blood to suppress the groan that threatened to leave him as the pleasure mounted, driving all reasonable thoughts from his mind. By the time the waiters came to take the soup back he had hardly touched it causing everyone else to shoot Laszlo confused glances knowing how much he enjoyed his food.

“You’ve hardly touched your soup!” John remarked in surprise, “And you’ve come down with an awful blush, are you well?”

Laszlo wanted to swear under his breath at John’s loud observations, bringing everyone’s attention back to him which he desperately wanted to avoid. Gulping from feeling your grasp tightening upon him quietly he managed to muster out, “A bit under the weather I’m afraid John, but it’s nothing to concern yourself with”

The second dish arrived and that was when you decided it was time to up the ante, to see just how far you could push Laszlo this evening. As the sound of the plates being placed down made a rattle, none of them heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. But Laszlo certainly did.

A small whine emitted from him as his face scrunched up. The feeling of your warm fingers pressing into his soft flesh, brushing up and down his length did all sorts of wonders to him. Quickly his erection pushed up even further causing Laszlo’s body to stiffen with tension. Once again he thrust his hip a fraction upwards, seeking to feel the friction of your hand moving up and down his cock. Laszlo was mortified you dare do something like this so in public, with your friends on either side of you. If any of them looked under the table, even for a split second, they would see the way his cock was out on show, the way your fingers held him, teasing him, how high his erection was. Any ounce of respect they might have had for Laszlo would instantly leave.

At home he was free to moan, groan, whimper all he needed for you, but here he couldn’t dare do so without regaining attention from him, and you were determined to see how far you could push him to hear those delightful noises escape his mouth unwittingly.

You lightly dragged your nails up and down him, tracing the throbbing vein that stuck out in him. Your thumb grazed over his incredibly sensitive tip, deep purple by this point and oozing with pre-cum that aided you in pumping his shaft easier. His cock twitched within your hand, desperately seeking that friction to release as endless days of teasing.

When you placed your cutlery down to allow the waiters to take your second dish, you put your hand under the table as well. To the rest of the people at the table, it simply looked as if you were resting your hands upon your lap, in reality, your spare hand was now cupping Laszlo’s balls. You fondled them, feeling the way skin soft skin upon them tightened under your fingers, the way Laszlo hissed through his teeth at the contact.

As the next dish arrived, Laszlo buried himself in the food, trying to suppress his moans by filling his mouth with it. He might of seem greedy at the moment in front of his friends but he had decided that was better than them realising his current predicament.

He felt him grow increasingly close, however, and that made him fear for the worst. From this relentless edging, the chance of his release taking less time than usual was significantly higher but you wouldn’t let him cum here, not in front of all his friends. Not in a respected establishment. Laszlo didn’t believe in a god but he was ready to pray that that was the case. Laszlo knew if he orgasmed now he wouldn’t be able to hold back the moan that spurred from him, the ecstasy would be too immense.

Whimpering quietly, his head turned towards you, sending you a pleading look. In his eyes they shone with desperation, wetness starting to consume them as he tried to non verbally beg you to stop, to have mercy upon him.

Mercy came rather quicker than both of you expect however when John accidentally knocked his knife to the ground creating such a loud noise it made the two of you jump out of your skins in sudden surprise.

“Oh silly me!” he claimed, bending over to push his head under the table cloth in an attempt to find where his knife and landed and to pick it up.

Just as Laszlo felt his impending release coming, the feeling his load in his shaft, swelling him up and ready to burst out of him at any moment, quick as lightening you pushed his erection back into his slacks, pulling the zip up before John could observe any miscreants under the table.

While Laszlo ached from his orgasm being ripped away from him once again, he shot you a thankful glance for stopping before John could see what had happened and saved him from relentless teasing and embarrassment from John. Though he knew John wouldn’t be one to spread rumours about him, John certainly would remark about it to him and with the exceedingly loud voice he possessed, any stranger could overhear what he had to say and Laszlo feared what the people who disliked him greatly would make of it.

He should have known it was far from over though. Later that night again you were down upon him, his slacks pulled down to his ankles, your hands grasping his twitching thighs as he was pressed up against his house door. He hardly got a chance to close it before you were upon him, ripping his slacks down. Taking your mouth off his cock you lick your lips and glance back up at him teasing him for having his cock out so open in public.

“You enjoyed it didn’t you” you’d whisper, your hot breath washing over his cock making him whimper, “Being on display like that. You became so erect from it. I think secretly you wanted to get caught”

“No,” Laszlo whispered, trying to deny such claims, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Oh yes you did, you wanted to get caught, shown to the world as the whore you are”

A shiver went through his spine, tears springing to his eyes which he despairingly tried to hold back, but a cry echoed out of him as he felt your warm lips wrap around his tip again, swirling your tongue over it.

But like every night before he was left just on the edge of pleasure, but never getting that release he needed.

The next day he had arranged to meet up with John for a walk, to exercise the brain by teaching John about psychology. He was preparing his outfit for the day, when your hands grasped his shoulders as he felt his back suddenly pressed against the wall, causing a slight yelp of pain and surprise to pass through his mouth.

Laszlo looked at you wide-eyed, seeing how blown your pupils were with lust, but before he could make any remark you dipped your face into the crook of his neck, lighting tugging his skin in your mouth. He cried out at the pain and the bliss of it all, his hand shooting up to grab your hair, not knowing whether to pull you away or hold you close.

You let go of his skin though, instead now placing your lips over the part you just bit and sucking at it, humming to yourself as you saw the instant darkening of his skin, a bruise already forming.

Laszlo’s jaw was slack as he moaned as the feeling of your lips trailing all over his neck leaving wet marks all over him while simultaneously sucking and biting marks onto his neck, covering him so delicately everyone would know exactly who he belonged to. His eyelids fluttered in a daze and his hips buckling as your lips found the paluse in his neck and harshly sucked upon it.

“Y/n” he moaned loudly, his fingers wrapping themselves tighter in your hair to tug at you, making a moan pull from your throat as well as you felt your hair which you had so neatly tied up, come loose from the pins as his hand pulled further.

By the time you were done with him, he was panting heavily, sweat beads upon his forehead, dark marks trailing down his neck and a tent sticking up in his slacks, which seemed now permanently stretched to compensate for the fact he often had an erection.

“You don’t want to keep John waiting!” you teased as you walked away, hearing Laszlo groan at the realisation he was supposed to meet John at any minute though now he was in no state to do so. Ordering Cryus to get the calash ready he quickly ran around his room, attempting to find ways to cover all the bruises on his neck and his erection.

While Laszlo was out you decided to take a walk of yourself to enjoy the park within New York. You loved to observe all the lovely flowers that bloomed during this time of the year and the way the multicoloured birds flew past you, singing their pretty song. While there you encountered a boy selling newspapers, you gave him a shilling and picked up the newspaper, wanting to see what idle gossip was being spread amongst the people today, but a frown was cast upon your face when you started to read exactly what the latest story said.

In the evening Laszlo collapsed through the door exhausted. Every day this edging had been taking a toll on him, as he was brought upon the peak repeatedly it made him an exhausted mess, and in trying to ensure John did not notice the bruises on his neck or the way his slacks stuck out, it tired him immensely.

He dragged his feet through his house, stumbling into the main room, almost collapsing on the floor but he managed to pull himself slightly together and in glancing up spotted you sitting down at the table, clasping your hands in front of you with today’s newspaper beside you.

“Please y/n, no more edging, I can’t cope” he whispered in a broken voice, looking imploringly at you.

“Have you seen the newspapers today Laszlo?” you ask him, and his eyebrows cast down in confusion his lips moving wordlessly for a brief second.

“I have been… otherwise engaged”

“It mentions you in it”

Laszlo’s skin paled as he realised what exactly was written about him in the newspaper. In this whole week’s worth of torment, he had lacked the chance, or rather the courage to tell you why he had snapped at you. He knew he should of for he didn’t want you to find out in this way, but he had been a coward and now it was time to face his comeuppance for repeatedly withholding the truth from you.

“Y/n..” he began to say, taking a hesitantly step towards you but you had already pushed yourself out of your seat and met him in the middle. You looked up at him, with an unreadable expression and Laszlo almost flinched when he felt your hand cup the side of his face, not expecting it.

“The other day, when you snapped at me, it’s because you were worried about that boy, wasn’t it?” you whispered and observed as Laszlo hung his head in shame at the reminder of what he did to you.

“Yes,” he said so quietly even a bat would have struggled to hear it.

You breathe in as you finally understand Laszlo’s predicament, and what you had made him suffer for this whole week because of it.

“It says you were hit”

“The father… he had a mean right hook”

You sigh, almost feeling tears pool in your eyes from sympathy towards Laszlo. Finally, you took a good look upon him as if ultimately observing him for the first time and seeing how tired and worn out he was. Not only had you been putting him under a great amount of tension, but his work had also been eating away at him and he had to nurse his sore jaw back to health.

“Oh, Laszlo” you whispered, wishing he had just told you this sooner.

Laszlo swallowed, feeling guilty for keeping it a secret from you but he became surprised when he felt your gentle lips brush onto his, pulling him into a kiss. The hand that rested on the side of his face moved back to tangle its fingers within his hair, holding his face close to you as you started to push harder into the kiss, moving your lips which Laszlo instantly recoupled. It was needy, desperate, passionate as your bodies pressed into each other.

Your lips hardly left his as you continuously pushed him back till you entered your bedroom. He didn’t notice the change of setting until you finally pulled away from his lips, just to press your hands to his chest and push him onto the bed.

Laszlo flopped down and grasped the duvet of the bed in surprise, looking around briefly at the bed and then back to you who stood before him, smirking at seeing him lying down before you in anticipation. Instantly you crawled onto him, your lips going to nip along his jawline making him gasp softly. Your hands worked at the buttons of his waistcoat, but it was taking too long to undress him.

Grasping the material of his dress shirt in your hand, you ripped it open, tearing it down the middle until it was left in shreds and exposed his chest for you.

Laszlo whined, exclaiming how expensive that was, but you shut him up by shoving your tongue into his opened mouth. You pressed your tongue against him, coxing it to move along with you as you explored every inch of his mouth, determined to feel all of it with your tongue. It made Laszlo hum with approval as he felt the way your tongue felt in his mouth.

Your hands trailed along his chest, running your fingers through the slight amount of body hair that had grown upon him. It felt coarse in your hands but you loved the feeling of it upon your palms. Lightly your fingers tugged upon it, trying not to be too harsh upon him but nevertheless, he moaned into your mouth from it.

You didn’t want to wait around any longer now, and you knew Laszlo couldn’t bear it either. You pulled back from his lips, a trail of saliva linking the two of you for a breath second till it broke. You wanted to laugh at the way his erection poked up so clearly in his slacks, how it had seemed he never stopped having one and his slacks had therefore adjusted to it. Without a seconds hesitation, your hand pulled down the slacks as fast as you could, ripping them off his legs leaving him completely in the nude.

His erection instantly rose, now free of its condiments. The tip was a deep purple and you knew how aching it must be. Already pre-cum smeared the tip, leaking out of Laszlo in excitement. The vein upon him you could see eagerly throbbing in anticipation, desperate for you. You found his cock so pretty, and you just wanted to pepper it in kisses, but now was not the time. He needed to be inside of you at last, and who were you to deny him.

Quickly you rid yourself of your own restricting clothes, and Laszlo watched with pure admiration towards you as your body was exposed to him. He particularly whined as you finally revealed your chest and his mouth was salivating at the thought of taking them in his mouth.

You clambered onto his hips and positioned yourself above him. You took his cock in one hand, making sure he aligned with your cunt, and Laszlo’s hands reached to grab your thighs, stabilizing yourself and for his own sake to have something to cling to.

Taking in one last deep breath, you pushed your hips onto him with a quick thrust downwards, sliding his cock into you.

Laszlo’s head hit the pillow as a loud moan echoed out of him, the hands grasping your thighs tightened, surely leaving bruises for the morning. The feeling of your wet, velvet walls taking him in, opening up for him and surrounding him in heat was orgasmic, and he did almost cum at that very moment. He felt like crying from the swarm of pleasure washing over him, after all these times of handjobs and blowjobs, finally to be buried inside of you was blissful. Instantly his hips tried to push up, attempting to shove himself further into you.

Placing your hands upon your chest, you lift your hips up just to slam them back down onto his hips. A broken sob echoed out of Laszlo from the friction, and already you were panting from the feeling of how Laszlo’s wide girth opened you up, pushing into that spongy spot inside of you that sent electric waves of pleasure crashing through you.

You started to move your hips faster and faster upon him, the sound of clapping mixed with loud moaning from the two of you likely could be heard from anyone in the house. Laszlo rocked his hips in time with you, feeling the need to plunder into you.

“I’m-I’m close” he managed to tell you between gasps.

You looked down upon him and your heart fluttered at the way his cheeks, even coved by his beard, were bright red. His eyes were half open and completely glazed in lust, his lips were puffy from the way you ravaged them earlier but they looked so beautiful now as they hung open from the way he was continuously gasping after every thrust into you.

Your hands left his chest to grasp his shoulders and you coxed him up till his chest was pushed against yours and his hands instantly moved to grasp your back. His stronger hand was placed between your shoulder blades while his other hand was able to rest on the dip of your back. From this position, it was easier for him to thrust into you, and so he did with quick, harsh thrusts that were accompanied by deep grunts. His lips moved from your ears as he bent down slightly to press kisses to your chest. But from all this edging it didn’t take him any time at all to reach his climax and for a second, for a split second, he feared you would rip it away again, that he would be left unsatisfied and aching in torment.

And then he came.

He let out such a lewd moan that if he had more of his wits about him, he would have been deeply blushing at. But instead, his head flew back and you had to grasp his back to ensure he wouldn’t fall back onto the bed. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as the most powerful orgasm he’s ever had washed through him. His legs shook from the stimulation making his whole body convulse, his fingers dug into your back, leaving crescent-shaped marks upon him. You were a moaning mess yourself, feeling the way his seed splattered against your walls, coating them in an oozing warmth. Laszlo continued to cry out from the pleasure as he slowly thrust in time with him pumping, excessive amounts of cum flowing out of him from all the times he had been worked up.

Finally, after what you swore must have been a good few minutes, his thrusts slowed as the final dribble of cum flowed out of him and his head went slack against your shoulder. His body shuddered in timing with his pants as he gasped for breath, feeling like he had just run for his life. His heartbeat steadily against his chest, and from the way you two were so close to each other, it felt as if his heartbeat was one with your own.

He rested there, just enjoying being surrounded by your heart until suddenly you started moving your hips upon him again.

His face shot up to yours in surprise, instantly gasping, “Y/n” but you just smirked.

“After all this time Laszlo,” you started to say, stroking his face, “Would you expect me to let you get away with one orgasm? I haven’t even had my own yet”

And with that, you lifted your hips and slammed back down onto him.

Laszlo cried out, tears springing to his eyes from the sudden overstimulation. His tip hurt, ached as it was pushed up against your walls, but his body betrayed him as you felt him hardening within you again.

You pushed Laszlo back down onto the bed again, and gently you grasped his wrists. With his stronger hand, you pulled it up to his head and held it down there, while with his deformed hand you brought it up to your face, and wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking them gently.

He bit down on his lip, nearly drawing blood as he watched as you did that, making his heart flutter even more from the love for you that overwhelmed him.

As you thrust down upon him, you let go of his hands to push your body down and press your breasts upon his face, instantly he sort for your nipples and wrapped his lips around one, running his tongue along them and sucking.

He adored your breasts and the way your nipples harden under his touches. Sucking upon you brought him comfort and peace but he had to let go as he suddenly felt once again another orgasm pulling close to him.

Tears streamed from his eyes as he started chanting your name between broken sobs, his hips thrusting up on their own once again seeking his orgasm, and shuddering, you felt him twitch and throb within you as he released his seed again. Less this time but still powerful that you felt it pool into you, making you feel full with his already laid load in you.

By now Laszlo was completely spent, his sweat sticky body pressing into the bedsheets, his breath shallow as he tried to recover from it but still you moved your hips upon him.

“Please” he cried out “I- I-I can’t come again. It hurts too much” he sobbed but you sushed him.

“I know you can darling, you be my good boy and treat me okay”

He whimpered in response, feeling pins and needles attacking his tip but still down to your command he thrust his hips lightly into you again.

His body was flushed and trembling in your grasp, broken moans coming from his raw throat but still you rode him, harshly and tightly till you felt your own throes of an orgasm crash down upon you.

As Laszlo felt your cunt grasp him tightly, pulling him in and fluttering around him, it brought him to one last brink. He cried out so loudly the whole street probably heard. It was pain mixed with pleasure as he came. His eyes scrunched up tightly and his mouth was open agaite as he cried, and pushed out the last bits of cum from his poor, throbbing cock.

He finally went limp and you collapsed upon his chest, too exhausted to do anything else. Neither of you moved, instead panting loudly as you tried to steady your breath. Eventually his arms wrapped around you again, and he placed gentle kisses all upon your face,

“Thank you” he croaked and you shot him a confused glance.

“Just- thank you”

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Happy birthday Veronica!

Could I request numbers 10 & 20 from the kinky prompt list for Laszlo please? I imagine them just going to bed or just waking up, maybe one of them read something about it (or tantric sex if you know it)? Thank you x

Love of My Life [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Reader ]

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, tantric sex

A/N: this came out really small but somehow I poured my heart into it. I hope you'll like it. I just want this man happy.

You woke up slowly as you stirred in your position, you rested your head on the pillow soon realising it was too early even if the room was kept dark from the heavy curtains the silence surrounding the place gave away that feeling of time.

The soft morning breeze telling you it would be a temperate day finally. You tried to doze off again, you needed it, you needed to rest because you know the day ahead would be full and you should avoid to think about it.

Plans to meet with Sara, also organising something for next Opera night, probably having to pay a visit to Violet to see how’s the baby.

You shivered as you felt your husband's lips rest against your shoulder blade, his fingertips caressing on your arm making shapes over your exposed skin. You always slept naked, it was a non displayed rule you agreed upon, you begun on your wedding night and it slowly became an habit.

Laszlo was a passionate lover in his own way, he was often insecure about his body, about the way it presented itself, but he loved you deeply and it showed in the absolute veneration he had for your body.

You were his reason to smile, to be patient, to be a better man and a better lover. You brought hope not his life, light into his darkness, courage where there used to be fear.

His mind was devoted to you, his heart tied to the solace you only could provide, and even more, his desire was doomed by you.

There wasn’t a day, a moment, a night where he didn’t wish to touch you, own you, fill you. Many people relied on cocaine or opium while he relied solely onto your welcoming presence.

You closed your eyes as his fingers moved over your stomach slowly making circles up to your breasts, slowly cupping one as his thumb played with the nipple. You shivered as you felt his lips behind your neck now, you enjoyed those touches, not daring to speak up as his touches were so delicate in a very dangerous line between relaxing and sexual.

Your skin trembled underneath him, he knew you were awake but nevertheless he took his time, his hand slowly making its way down again, caressing your abdomen then up toying over your hipbone and above your thigh. It was almost exasperating the way he was making the desire take over you.

You let out a breathy gasp when he finally dared to touch between your thighs, slowly tracing your slit like he didn’t know exactly where to go.

Your wetness already evident as he collected some of it spreading it above your clit beginning to rub you. A soft moan escaping you as he was so sapiently moving his fingers across your slit.

Truth was that he loved to touch you, sometimes he wouldn’t go this far, he would keep brushing his fingers along your body like he was blind and in need to discover you. You’d wake up in the middle of the night as your body would react to his slow inspections, sometimes you’d desire to feel him move to caress between your legs like now, but most of the times he’d just keep exploring every shape of you, the touch lulling you back to a sleep made of desire and expectation that would often follow you until the very morning.

But this morning wasn’t one of those, the light of the rising sun still faint, the sleep still confusing your mind as his fingers guided you to a new place of pleasure.

You felt him rest his chest against your back, his heartbeat melting with yours while his fingers buried inside you deeply and begun to stretch you sapiently.

He was so slow, part of your brain was screaming for him and the other part was completely overwhelmed and wanted his dear attentions to last for ages.

Still, you didn’t need to speak, your body was enough talkative to him.

You felt him pull his fingers out and move your thigh while pushing inside you with that same slowness like he wanted you to count every inch.

Your legs shook as his hot breath hit your neck when he groaned.

“Mein Liebling”

His words shot electricity down your spine as you moaned softly resting your hand over his thigh loving every attention you got.

You trembled as he knew perfectly his way around you, he guided your pleasure like a director guides the orchestra.

He went slow, he stretched every part of you as you moaned against the pillow, your back trembling lightly as his hand traced onto your lower abdomen pushing lightly to make you feel him even more.

Your body was demanding against his, instinctively pushing your ass more toward him as his head nested between your shoulder and back, his teeth grazing your skin with tempting bites and kisses knowing every mark he will leave will be hidden by those covering Victorian clothing you had to wear daily.

To make love with Lazlo was like experiencing yourself twice both through your feelings and through him, because this wasn’t just sex, this felt like God’s creation, like the first day on earth of Adam and Eve, the world is still sleeping and you’re already at it.

A whimper followed your thoughts as his hand rested onto your chest once more and graced it with his skilled touch, his low groans alone making you wetter and needier by minute. Your heavy breaths and the sloppy sound of your sex the only noises filling the room. Once again his hand was there to blissfully touch you gracing in front of your joined bodies to stimulate you.

“Laszlo”

You moaned turning around lightly to look at him for the first time.

You didn’t need to look to know it was him, but the moment you found his dark lids staring back at you pouring desire like boiling ink, his lips on your shoulder as he leaned over you to share a kiss you, then you started trembling. He knew what it was happening, his lips parted as your tongues met, your upper leg raising to give him more room as a feeling similar to the need to go to the bathroom raised into your core.

He didn’t stop, his hand holding onto your thigh as he guided your orgasm with his sex, you squirmed underneath him, the pleasure taking over slowly and deeply like the encounter you were having, tearing you apart piece by piece. A mixed sense of urgency taking over you as you wanted to amplify it immediately but he forbid you so.

Your nails sinking into his thigh as you pulled back from that kiss, a single stand of saliva still joining you as the moan that came out from you was almost not natural as your thighs convulsed like your body trying to escape itself. That orgasm crashing over you like a wave and taking time to die out like it needed the same amount of time that it took to blossom to leave you.

When the pleasure was over you didn’t realise if Laszlo came inside you yet, too much wetness too much sensitivity in you, the dizziness forbidding any reasonable thought through you.

But you did’t worry about that, he wouldn’t come out of your body until it became strictly necessary.

“Love of my life” he whispered and you smiled at him from your overwhelmed state, his lips resting onto your neck as he hid there, your hand lazily moving behind you onto his cheek sliding through his already messy hair, his beard soft against you as he pushed his shoulders together like he was tying to hide against you.

The silent plead coming from him.

Never let me go.

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cazimagines · 3 years

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I wanna fuck you like an animal

Synopsis: You and Zemo did not get along, in fact, you went out of your way to anger him at every opportunity until your lust and anger for each other couldn't hold back anymore

Word count: 2.9k

Author’s note: First I'd like to thank all the lovely anons who sent in requests when I asked for some Zemo ones, I've used a combination of some of them here to come up with this. This was just a quick little something I whipped up so I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: hate fucking, degradation, gloved fingering, oral (M receiving), vaginal sex

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A sharp breath drew through Zemo’s noise, a vein within his neck twitching and his grasp upon the glass within his gloved hand grew a little bit tighter as he furiously watched the way you deliberately left the milk out of the fridge as you finished up brewing your tea. His eyelids narrowed as he watched you step away from his kitchen, leaving it a complete mess. He tried to glare some sense into you but when that didn’t succeed let out an irritable sigh, placing his glass upon the table before him and huffing at he pulled himself out of his seat to clean up the mess. Cleanliness was important to him, vital even especially in one of his old houses which still held many fond and dear memories to him.

You breathed happily as you collapsed upon the sofa in the room, instantly pulling your feet up to lie upon the sofa earning another icy glare from Zemo which made your lips curl. For someone who was considered a dangerous villain, a cold-hearted manipulator, he was extremely easy to rile up. You enjoyed the ways his eyes would glare daggers into you, his face would redden, how he would lose some of his composure, trying his best not to lash out at you in worry about how James and Sam might react.

You were, what you considered yourself to be, Bucky’s younger adopted sister. You were forced into hydra at a young age, trained to be an agent for them and oftentimes you would work alongside Bucky in his missions. You weren’t a super soldier like him but they still had brainwashed you and given you the best training they could so that you could defeat most people in a fight. When Bucky however managed to escape the clutches of Hydra, he made sure to go back and get you and since then you two have been inseparable. He looked out for you like an older brother would and with no other family for either of you, you became each other’s family.

Naturally, you had to go on this mission with Bucky, he wasn’t leaving you out of it, and naturally, you didn’t like Zemo for what he had done to Bucky, and therefore you made it your mission to piss him off at every opportunity you could get. It was remarkably easy for how wound up he was. Such as now when you placed your cup of tea upon the expensive wooden table without a coaster, knowing it would stain.

Zemo’s eyes followed your movement and his jaw clenched in anger remembering how much that table had cost. His hands held onto the side of the kitchen counter tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to push back his annoyance and let it simmer. His efforts were quickly deterred however when you accidentally knocked over the tea with your foot.

“Whoops!” you exclaimed, your words laced with amusement at the situation rather than guilt for spilling the tea. You watch the liquid run across the smooth table but make no move in trying to prevent it causing Zemo to sharply grasp a towel and rush over to clear it up.

“Did you practise at being one of the most brainless people in the world, or does it come naturally to you” Zemo hissed as he sped by you, kneeling down at the table and whipping the cloth over it.

“It’s all-natural baby” you gleam, smiling sarcastically at Zemo who in return snaps his head to glare at you before turning back to the table, “Did you practise at being an insufferable asshole, or is that all-natural to you as well?”

Zemo slams the cloth down onto the table, finally spinning around you face you with his lips curled, “You are one to talk about insufferable asshole”

You scoff, shaking your head to the side then looking back to Zemo and stand up, “I wasn’t the one who blew up the UN and then used someone as a weapon”

Zemo tilts his head, his eyes narrowing again as he scrutinizes you and follows suit standing up as well, “So that is what all of this is about then hmm, you are being a brat because of what I have done?”

“Is it not obvious?” you quickly reply, crossing your arms over your chest.

Zemo doesn’t say anything for a second, instead, his eyes leave yours to trail over the rest of your body, as his tongue does its usual thing of flicking out and licking his lip slightly.

“I have another theory” Zemo finally states, taking a step forward while you take a step back. This little dance of yours continues as Zemo talks until you can’t move any further, hitting the back of the kitchen counter and with Zemo only a few inches away from you.

“Blaming me for what I’ve done as a reason for your behaviour? That is merely an excuse. Truly, you enjoy being a brat, you enjoy seeing me irritated, angry… intense”

You bite the inside of your lip, feeling the disguises you had put up about your behaviour slowly getting ripped away from you. Zemo’s gloved hand moved up to trail your jawline, softly following its line before his two fingers grasped your chin, forcing it up so you met his eyes as his eyes glancing down at your lips.

“You want me to put you in your place”

Your breath hitches in your throat, your insides becoming increasingly warmer and from the way, Zemo was looking at your lips, it made you lean in expecting to feel his own lips upon your but then the gloved hand leaves your chin and the radiating warmth from Zemo’s body leaves causing your to snap your eyes back open in confusion.

“Why would I fuck you, I despise you, I hate you. You don’t deserve it” he growls, his voice rough as his eyes pierce into you.

“That’s why you want to fuck me” you were quick to reply, now stepping up to Zemo closing the distance between the two of you, “Because you feel that anger coursing through your veins, you feel the need to let it all out before it consumes you, to feel that release, and you know the only way you can feel it is through me”

“Don’t tempt me”

“Why not?”

Your body was pushed back onto the kitchen counter roughly, your ass hitting it making you hiss through your teeth. One of his hands was on your waist while his other hand grabbed your hair, yanking your face up so that he could push his hot lips onto yours. Instantly his tongue was inside your mouth, exploring every area he could as the kiss grew messier. You couldn’t breathe, nor move, all you could do was push back against his mouth with the same amount of drive, attempting to gain back some sort of power. Finally pulling away he captured your lip within his teeth and tugged it, not caring about the marks or a bit of skin he might tear with the action, the feeling of it though made a moan escape you which went straight down to your crotch.

You barely had time to recover from that kiss when he pressed his gloved fingers to your lips, urging them inside your mouth.

“Suck” he ordered and obediently you did so. The leather wasn’t a particularly nice taste within your mouth but the sensation of his gloved fingers prodding at your tongue and pushing as far down as they could in your throat, making you gag was a feeling that was driving you wild.

When he eventually pulled his fingers away, covered in your salvia, he quickly worked at putting your trousers and pants down with one hand, grasping your thighs so tightly it would leave bruises he lifted you up on the counter and with a hand on each thigh, he pushed your legs open for him, and a low chuckle came out of his mouth as the sight of how wet you already were.

With the two gloved fingers you had already sucked, still glistening with saliva he lowered them down to your cunt and without warning, he pushed them inside of you.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, the gloves splitting your channel open unmercifully. The leather within you was warm but rough. You could feel it rubbing against your wet walls, getting soaked in your juices and the texture meant you could feel the way you throbbed around them, how your walls were already trying to pull them in as far as they could go. Already though Zemo was pulling his fingers out, just to thrush them back into you again making your body quiver as your hands grasped his shoulders of hold onto something in relief.

He started pushing his fingers in and out of you rapidly, determined to make you sore from the friction. His gloved thumb came up and rubbed around till he found your clit and with that he pressed down as hard as he could which lead to your head falling back, your eyes widened and your mouth hung open in a silent gasp from the wave of pleasure that was pushed through you.

Your hips moved on their own now, fucking yourself onto his fingers as he continued to push his fingers as far into your cunt as he could while his thumb twisted brutally on your clit. He was pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you were helping him, needing this angry, this reckless fucking.

“Look at what a slut you are” Zemo growled, his eyes fixed on the way your cunt wrapped around his fingers, greedily pulling him in.

“You were desperate for it, to the point that you’d let me fuck you with gloves on. Could you go anymore low”

You were unable to form retorts anymore, instead, the only thing you could do was close your eyes and moan out one word, one name, “Zemo”

It spurred him on. He angled his fingers to hit that spongy sweet spot inside of you, pushing so hard against it that your vision went dark as you were blinded by stars, your whole body thrashing on the table, only not falling off from Zemo’s other hand gripping you.

When you came down from your high Zemo pulled his fingers out of you, observing your wetness dripping off them and onto the floor and so he thrust them in front of your face again.

“Lick” he commanded and eagerly you wrapped your lips around them, tasting yourself upon the leather.

After that he pulled you off the kitchen counter, tugged his gloves off with his teeth and then placing a hand on each of your shoulders he pushed you to your knees so that your face was only inches from his crotch. No words were said, no words needed to be said. All that needed to be done was to be fucked thoroughly.

Zemo’s hands quickly worked upon his zipper, tugging it open and pulling out his dick in front of you. The girth of it made you swallow slightly in panic but when his hand found your hair again, you obediently opened your mouth. Instantly he lined it with your mouth and then thrust in, with his hand on your hair he pulled you all the way down on his dick with one movement.

You gagged, feeling it hit the back of your throat and instantly tears sprung to your eyes from not being able to breathe. Your hands reached up and grasped his thighs in an attempt to support yourself and Zemo just chuckled, watching how your lips wrapped around him, how red your cheeks had become and feeling the way you chocked around him was ecstatic.

His hand pulled your head back, letting you slide off him and granting you some mercy to be able to breathe but just as quickly he thrust you onto him again. Without caring for your need he continued to face fuck you, thrusting his hips forward as he buried your face onto him, your nose hitting his public hair making you grimace, but hearing the small moans coming from Zemo lips and watching the way his own cheeks started to take a pink tinge was enough to get you dripping again. You even started to press your tongue up against the underside of his dick, feeling the way his veins throbbed against it, trying to grant him some more pleasure.

“This was what you were made for” Zemo grunted as he thrust into your mouth again, his eyes narrowed from the bliss, “To be used by the likes of me, to serve as a hole for me to use. It serves a brat like you right, to be put in your place. I should cum all over this pretty little face, show the whole world what a slut you are, how you were begging for this.”

You could feel him getting nearer from the way he twitched in your mouth, the louder his moaning was becoming but this wasn’t what he wanted and so he quickly tugged your face away from him so he wouldn’t come.

His hand roughly grabbed your arm and forced you up on your feet again, though you almost fell back down, still trying to recover from your previous orgasm. Swiftly he spun you around and with his hand on your back he pushed you onto the counter and pulled down the rest of your trousers. You just whimpered in anticipation, waiting for the moment, and speedily it came when he thrust inside of you.

You let out a loud moan mixed in with a gasp as he pushed all the way into you straight away, forcing you open roughly. You could feel every edge, every vein of him inside you, pushing you open further than you had been before. Instantly he pulled almost all the way out and then back again. His hand quickly leant forward to grasp your hair again, pulling your face up from the counter, his other hand grasped your hip in order to steady your body as he thrust quickly into you.

There was no passion here but rather an animalistic drive, the need to let off steam and anger as he fucked into you. He wasn’t gentle or kind, letting you know still how he felt about you but the harsh nature of it had you dripping anyway, turning you on more than it ever should

“What would Bucky say if he saw you now” Zemo grunted, his grip on your hair tightening, pulling it tauntingly. “His little, bratty sister being put in her fucking place. Treated as the slut she is. What is it like knowing you have my dick inside of you? That I, the one who killed those people, forced your brother to do my bidding, am wrecking you, making you unable to think of anything else apart from how my dick feels inside of you, pounding into you?”

You let out a loud groan from his words, insisting you to gride yourself back onto Zemo to get him in further, “It feels great” you finally managed to say. Your legs shook as you felt the coil within you starting to get tighter as he pushed against that blissful spot inside of you. His thrusts grew from fast to short and quick thrusts as he lent down on your body, his lips beside your ear, grunting every time he thrust his hips forward. His hair fell from its usual position, sweaty as pieces fall over his forehead, his teeth were beared as his lips were pulled back in a snarl as he continued to push into you.

“Z-Zemo” you gasped, feeling on the tip of exploding, gushing all over him and as he thrusts into that spot one last time and now choosing to bite down on your skin to leave a mark, you cried out loudly coming again this time all over his dick.

He didn’t stop thrusting however, he carried on all the way through your release as he sought after his own. You whimpered at the overstimulation as he fucked you through your release, your walls grasping him tightly as he rubbed against them. All you could do was lie there, moaning every time his hips met your’s again, not even able to form words anymore. All your mind could comprehend was the feeling of him moving inside of you, the slapping sound of his skin meeting yours and the little grunts he let out.

Zemo had stood up again, letting go of your hair to instead hold onto your hips, his grip surely causing bruises. He pulled you back onto his dick as he thrust forward and with a few more brutal thrusts in, his head flung back so his eye was up at the ceiling, briefly losing himself as he came inside of you, his cum coating your walls.

You let out one last little cry at the sensation of his cum being buried inside of you, and then with ease, he slipped back out of you as if nothing had happened. You didn’t have the energy to move, instead just lying upon the surface, breathing heavily, trying to recover slowly.

Zemo sorted himself up, pushing himself back onto his trousers, styling his hair again and when he was done he simply sneered down at you, his lips curling in disgust.

“You might want to clean yourself up before your brother comes back in and sees you as the whore you are”

With that, he stormed out of the room leaving you behind to attempt to recover from that earth-shattering fuck, knowing that one time was nearly not enough time to be with him.

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