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Don’t Blame Me (Helmut Zemo x Reader)
A/N: Hellooo friends. This is a fic I started a month or so ago and just now finished so I hope you like it!! This is based around the song “Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift
Word Count: 4,200
Don’t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right.
When you agreed to help Sam and Bucky investigate who was to blame for the recent string of super soldiers running around, you didn’t really think it would entail breaking a terrorist out of prison.
Helmut Zemo was crafty, dangerous, and overall, at least in your mind, a shit person. So, when he emerged from the dark in what apparently was his parking garage, you had to hold back from knocking his teeth in.
It wasn’t long after you were aboard a private jet flying to Madripoor to try and get to the bottom of everything. Bucky and Sam were bickering constantly, and the Baron wasn’t exactly welcome company, but he was quiet as he sat across from you, reading in his seat.
A question was nagging at you, one that was insensitive in some respects, but you were curious regardless.
“Did you really try to kill us all because a sentient robot decided to try and take over the world?” you’d asked suddenly.
Zemo’s eyes lifted from his book to you, raising an eyebrow as he did. He sighed slightly, marking his page before setting the book on the small tray beside him.
“To be truthful, you and your friends were easiest to blame,” Zemo told you casually.
You eyed him, waiting for some cruel comment, but none came.
“We saved everyone we could find in time, you do know that right?” you replied, crossing your arms.
“Yes, and I do applaud you and the others for that, but my family…” Zemo began but trailed off, a pained look in his eye.
You were both silent for a moment before he continued, “Love will make you crazy, perhaps you’ll find that out some day.”
A nasty remark caught in your throat, and you sat back, because he was right.
My name is whatever you decide, and I’m just gonna call you mine.
Of course, your job was being the arm candy. And not even the arm candy of whoever the hell Sam was pretending to be while you four slunk around Madripoor, Zemo’s arm candy.
The dress you had managed to find on such short notice glittered in every light you passed, the gold color of it apparently matching the gold in the Sokovian flag, according to Zemo. The high heels you wore were almost impossible to walk in, and you could hope you wouldn’t be doing any running.
Your hair was curled and pinned back, your makeup accentuating the best parts of your face.
When the car stopped on the bridge, Sam helped you out of the car, and Zemo appeared beside you, offering his arm, his gentleman ways stirring something up inside you.
The man was a murderer, but a classy murderer at that.
You took his arm, and he began leading you towards the city along with Bucky and Sam, who were ready to kill the man if he touched you the wrong way. Despite knowing the fact you wore a knife in the thigh holster barely hidden by your dress, they’d kill Zemo for you at your request.
By the time you finally got to the club, your feet were on fire, and you were ready to just get whatever information you needed and get the hell out of there.
Zemo led you all towards the bar, and once you all reached it his arm let go of yours, moving down to your waist and securing you to his side. Sam looked ready to punch him, and looks could kill, the glare he was getting from Bucky would have made him drop dead.
You tried your best to look happy, even leaning into Zemo to give everyone a show.
“Hello gentlemen, and lady, wasn’t expecting you Smiling Tiger,” the bartender greeted you all.
“His plans changed, we have business to do with Selby,” Zemo lied smoothly, easily and almost absentmindedly, pulling you closer to him when a drunk girl bumped into you.
So close you had to put a hand on his chest as to not look awkward and uncomfortable.
“The usual?” the bartender asked, making Sam only nod, trying to look intimidating.
You could feel Zemo’s heartbeat fast beneath your hand, it seemed his calm exterior may have been just an act.
The bartender set to work, making two normal shots of what you assumed was probably rum or tequila, before setting to work on Sam’s drink.
It was made with at least three different liquors, and you nearly jumped when the bartender pulled a cobra from a glass jar, tossing it on the counter and cutting it open from head to tail, easily pulling out its heart and plopping it in the drink.
You almost snorted, there was no way Sam was going to do it.
The bartender set the two normal shots in front of you and Zemo, and slid the more intricate drink in front of Sam.
“Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite!” Zemo exclaimed as Sam reluctantly picked up the glass, inspecting it.
Zemo handed you one of the other shots, taking the other in his hand not on your hip.
“Cheers Comrad,” Zemo told Sam, clinking his glass against the other man’s before turning to you, leaning down so his lips were by your ear, “and you, dorogoy.”
You had no idea what that meant as you weren’t exactly fluent in Russian, one of the main spoken languages of the Sokovians, but nonetheless gave your fake date a dazzling smile before tossing back the alcohol.
It burned your throat as it went down, almost making you feel dizzy, it seemed to be stronger than the average alcohol.
Sam was hyping himself up it seemed, the bartender was obviously getting suspicious. You managed to shoot a look that said “hurry the fuck up” to him and he finally tossed it back, obviously disgusted as he did so.
But at least the bartender seemed satisfied.
“I got word from on high, you ain’t welcome here,” the bartender said pointedly to Zemo, who had Bucky standing close behind him, rather good at keeping up the Winter Soldier persona.
“I have no business with the Power Broker,” Zemo began, “but if he insists, he can either came and talk to me, or bring Selby for a chat.”
“New haircut?” the bartender asked Bucky suddenly, who only gave him a deadpan look.
When the bartender looked away, Bucky leaned over to Zemo, “A power broker, really?”.
“Every kingdom needs its king,” Zemo replied, smiling a bit. “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”
“Do you know him?” Sam asked.
“Only by reputation. In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner,” Zemo told him.
Suddenly a man saddled up beside Bucky, telling him something you didn’t understand in Russian.
That was all it took for Bucky to grab him, shoving you and Zemo out of the way as he slammed the man into the bar, bending his arm back and making the man groan in pain.
The sound of guns cocking around you filled the air, and Zemo moved in front of you as he leaned towards Bucky and whispered, “Stay in character or the whole bar turns on us.”
“Selby will see you now,” a man said as he appeared beside Bucky, who let the man go.
“Thank you,” Zemo said, wrapping an arm around your waist again as he led you away, Bucky and Sam trailing behind you both.
You were all led to a back room where the club’s music was quieter, making you wonder if the others inside would be able to hear if you all got shot.
The room looked to be an office of some sort, couches and a desk were the main staples of the room, along with the bodyguards stationed around the room.
Zemo sat down on one of the couches, easily pulling you down onto his lap so you sat sideways, legs hanging off one side and one arm going to rest behind him, the fur of his coat tickling you a bit.
You did your best to look like the bimbo arm candy you were playing, even going as far as leaning into Zemo’s chest, and placing a kiss on his cheek.
His arm wrapped tighter around you, hand gripping your waist.
“Don’t get any ideas,” you whispered to him as a woman with short white hair entered the room. This must be Selby.
“You should know Baron,” Selby began, taking her place on a couch across from you and Zemo, “people don’t just come into my bar and make demands.”
“Not a demand, an offer,” Zemo spoke as you fiddled with the fur on the back of his coat nervously.
"A lot has changed since you were last here,” Selby replied, “by the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?”.
“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” Zemo answered, voice unwavering. “I’m sure you have already heard what I’m here for.”
“You’re taller than I’ve heard, Smiling Tiger,” Selby commented, half ignoring Zemo.
Sam gave Selby a convincing smile, so she turned back to Zemo, “What’s the offer?”.
Zemo smirked, “Tell us what you know about the super soldier serum and I give you him, along with the code words to control him of course,” Zemo spoke, nodding in Bucky’s direction, “he’ll do anything you want.”
Selby smiled, leaning back on the couch, “What about her?” she asked, motioning to you perched on the Baron’s lap, “She’s a pretty one Helmut.”
While your heart pounded in your chest, Zemo only gave you a small smile, his hand moving to cup your cheek, gloved thumb rubbing against the warm skin, “Isn’t she? But I’m afraid this little bird is mine.”
Your face got hot, but you managed a ditzy giggle, grabbing Zemo’s hand from your cheek and holding it in your lap, giving it a squeeze. Maybe a bit too hard.
“Too bad, I could think of plenty of people who would gladly take her to bed,” Selby commented, shrugging off the fact she essentially wanted to pimp you out.
Zemo must have felt you tense up because he gave your hand a light squeeze, leaning over to whisper to you as Selby moved to ‘inspect’ Bucky.
“I won’t let anything happen,” he reassured quietly, making you nod.
While you really tried to hate this man still, it was hard not too when he’d just promised to protect you from the psychopath you were doing business with.
“I’m glad I didn’t kill you immediately, you were right to come to me,” Selby suddenly spoke up, seemingly satisfied with the deal offered to her. “Arrogant, but right.”
Zemo nodded, motioning for her to go on.
“The serum is here in Madripoor, Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you want to thank…or condemn, depending on what side you’re on,” Selby explained. “The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but things didn’t go as planned.”
“Is Nagel still here in Madripoor?” Zemo asked.
“Oh,” Selby answered, almost mockingly, “the bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.”
Zemo opened his mouth to reply but the vibration of a phone broke the silence, all eyes fell on Sam, who looked like he wanted the Earth to open up and swallow him whole.
Selby frowned, “Answer it, on speaker.”
Sam pulled his phone from his pocket, doing as told, “Hello?”.
“Hey, we need to talk about the situation, it’s been driving me nuts,” came the voice of Sam’s sister, Sarah.
“What situation are we talking about exactly?” Sam asked, trying to keep up the tough guy exterior.
“Are you high?” Sarah exclaimed on the other end, “You know exactly what situation, it’s the only situation you and I have!”.
“What situation Sarah? Say it!” Sam commanded, raising his voice.
You could feel yourself beginning to sweat, this was going downhill fast.
“The damn boat! And watch your tone okay? I let you slide at the bank.”
Sam scoffed, “The bank, yeah. Laundered so much…they’ll come around.”
“If that was the case, why did they dog you out, Big Time?” Sarah asked, obviously annoyed.
“Yeah, you damn right I’m big time, you’ll see when I have that banker killed,” Sam answered, trying to sound cocky.
“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, listen, I’ll have to call you back,” Sarah spoke, and with that, hung up.
Your heels were kicked off and you were ready to run.
“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Selby asked, your heart dropped, “Kill them!”.
You jumped, Zemo joining you shortly after, but before any of you could pull a gun, the sound of glass shattering filled the room, along with a sickening crack as a bullet pierced Selby’s skull from an unseen shooter, killing her instantly.
All of you ran, Zemo grabbing your hand and pulling you from the club, weaving you through sweaty bodies and out into the cool night air.
“They’re gonna pin this on us!” Sam spoke hurriedly as you all began power walking down the street, you stumble a bit as Zemo pulled you along.
“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead,” Zemo reassured, continuing back the way you’d came.
Phones began pinging around you and it wasn’t long before the sound of gun shots filled the air, some whizzing right past you.
“Shit!” Sam yelled as you all scrambled, Bucky and Sam continued running forwards, while Zemo pulled you down an alleyway, both of you sprinting, breathing hard, his hand never leaving yours.
Your path was blocked suddenly by a rather larger man, and before he could react you ripped your hand away from Zemo’s, reaching for the knife in its holster on your thigh and tossing it, the blade sinking into the man’s chest.
“Come on!” you shouted, grabbing Zemo’s hand once again, as it was your turn to pull him away from danger.
You felt relieved when you spotted Bucky and Sam at the end of the alley you’d turned into, both staring in confusion at a dead man laying on the ground.
“Seems you have a guardian angel,” Sam was saying as you and Zemo stopped, catching your breath.
“You okay?” Bucky asked you, and you nodded, still trying to breathe normally.
“Well, isn’t this just perfect,” came a voice behind you.
You whipped around to find the last person you expected to be there. Sharon Carter.
For you, I would cross the line.
Music shook Sharon’s large home, you were almost afraid some of the priceless art would fall due to the loud bass.
People danced, sweaty bodies moving to the beat of the music, or they stood around talking about the art surrounding you.
You sat at a small table, sipping the drink you’d gotten from the bar. Bucky and Sam were “patrolling” at a party of all places, and you could see Zemo on the dancefloor. He danced like the whitest dad at the neighborhood block party, but either the alcohol, or the fact it was sort of cute, made you giggle.
Zemo happened to look over as you were laughing, and you quickly tried to hide it by taking a sip of your drink, but it was obvious he saw you.
In minutes he was sitting across from you at the table, drink in hand, a bemused look at his face.
“Did I catch you smiling at me?” he asked, taking a sip of the amber liquid in his glass.
“Laughing, actually,” you retorted, leaning back and crossing your arms.
Zemo smirked, “You expect me to believe that, dorogoy?”.
“You dance like an old man,” you replied, looking away from him and to the dancefloor.
Surprisingly, Zemo laughed, a genuine one, making you smile a bit.
“Ah,” Zemo pointed to you, “there it is again.”
“Oh, shut up,” you told him, taking a drink from your own glass.
Zemo obliged, but still smiled as he leaned back in his chair.
It was silent between you both, before you spoke again,
“Would you really have protected me from Selby?” you asked, eyeing the man across from you.
“Of course, you had no business with her,” Zemo replied without hesitation.
“Even with my…background?” you asked, referring to your alliance with the Avengers.
The man chuckled, “Like I said, of course, you’ve proven you are much more than what I believed you to be.”
“And that would be?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“I thought you’d be much like your friends, loyal to a fault, but you…you are much more. You know what you want, you know what you’re worth, I admire that,” Zemo told you, and you couldn’t help the blush that crept across your cheeks.
“Um…thank you,” you told him awkwardly.
“You are welcome,” Zemo told you, throwing back the rest of his drink, “now, you owe me a dance.”
You must have looked unsure, because Zemo smiled, standing and offering his hand to you, “I promise to not dance like an old man, as you put it. We must blend in, correct?”.
Sighing, you took his hand, and he led you to the dancefloor, more towards the edge, away from others. He took your hands, moving them so that they rested on his shoulders, and his moved to your waist, pulling you a bit closer.
While the song was fast and loud, you two moved slow, still to the beat, but nothing like the others jumping around you.
“Is this so bad?” Zemo asked, looking down at you.
“I suppose not, but you better be careful, one wrong move and Bucky will make you swallow your teeth,” you joked, making the Baron wince slightly.
“It will be hard not to cross that line with you, I must admit,” Zemo told you casually.
“You can’t fall for the first girl you meet out of prison,” you laughed, but the man in front of you looked serious.
He leaned down so that his face was closer to yours, his lips beside your ear, “How can I not when she is so beautiful?”.
A shiver went down your spine as one of his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you against him, his other hand sliding into yours.
You managed to get out a small laugh, “You’re smooth, I’ll give you that.”
I would fall from grace, just to touch your face.
After some help from Sharon in Madripoor and the imminent death of Dr. Nagel, who was shot by none other than Zemo himself, you were all hiding out in one of Zemo’s houses, this one located in Latvia, where the super soldiers were thought to be.
The sheets beneath you were cool and soft despite the heat radiating from your bare skin. You were laying on your side, watching the rise and fall of the Baron’s chest. He looked peaceful when sleeping, the seemingly permanent frown lines gone from his face.
If someone had told you a few days ago you would have slept with none other than Helmut Zemo, you probably would have punched them in the throat. But laying here beside him, the morning sun streaming through the window, you couldn’t help but smile.
Sam and Bucky had left you to “babysit” Zemo last night and hadn’t come back. If they found you like this, they’d surely kill Zemo, and then you, for “sleeping with the enemy”.
This would be your fall from grace for sure.
The Baron’s eyelids fluttered suddenly, slowly opening, blinking in the morning light. He sighed, blinking a few times before his eyes met yours.
A small smile broke across his face and he reached for you, easily pulling you on top of him, despite your slight protests.
“Shhh, just lay with me printsessa,” Zemo spoke, voice gravely from sleep.
You huffed, resting your head in the crook of his neck, his fingers trailed up and down your spine. He turned his head to plant a kiss on your forehead, making you giggle.
Zemo smiled in turn, resting his head back against the pillows.
It was silent besides the sound of you both breathing, both content to lay there forever, although you both knew it wouldn’t last. None of this would, but that wouldn’t stop you from pretending it would.
“They’re going to come for you, aren’t they?” you asked softly, tracing a scar on Zemo’s chest, more than likely from his years as a Colonel in the Sokovian army.
The Dora Milaje warned Bucky just yesterday they would come for Zemo, and that you would all have no choice but to hand him over.
Zemo sighed, arms wrapping around you, “I suppose…but that does not mean I will be gone forever.”
“You’re going to escape The Raft?” you scoffed, making Zemo chuckle.
“Did Sam not do so?” he asked you, “Do you not believe in me?”.
You smiled and shook your head, “Of course I do…it’s just, they’ll find you, again and again.”
Zemo kissed the top of your head, “I’ll find you lyubov’, every time.”
If you walked away, I’d beg you on my knees to stay.
You gripped onto Zemo’s coat tightly, sobbing.
“Y-You can’t, you can’t go,” you whimpered, tears streaming down your face.
Everyone knew this would happen, you, Zemo, Bucky. You knew the Dora Milaje would come for him, but it was too soon.
You’d ran with him when Bucky and Sam were distracted by John Walker and the Dora Milaje when they’d all arrived at Zemo’s home in Latvia. You two spent an amazing night at another one of his safe houses.
When he brought you to the Sokovia memorial, you knew he was saying goodbye before Bucky even showed.
“I have to,” Zemo told you calmly, gently prying your hands off his coat. You only wrapped your arms around his waist, wishing that if you held him tight enough, he wouldn’t leave.
“Please,” you choked out, “you don’t have to take him.”
You moved to look at the members of the Dora Milaje standing behind Zemo, but you were only met with a cold glare, “He will pay for his crimes,” one of them told you.
Turning your attention back to Zemo, you were met with a man who accepted his fate. You wanted him to fight, to run, but he wouldn’t, you knew that.
Zemo took your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your lips, when he pulled away he kissed your forehead as well.
“Let me go, Moya lyubov’, I’ll find you,” Zemo told you softly.
You shook your head as Bucky grabbed you from behind, forcing you away from Zemo, holding you tightly against him as you thrashed, hitting his arms, kicking him.
Given he was at least 50 times stronger than yourself, it really wasn’t much of a fight on his end.
You watched helplessly as Zemo nodded to Bucky in thanks, giving you one last look before following the female warriors to their ship and boarding without a fight.
He only let you go when the ship disappeared from sight and you collapsed, the hard ground beneath you hurting your knees as you fell but you didn’t care.
You cried into your hands, your whole body shaking. The one good thing in your life in years and it was gone in seconds, he was gone in seconds.
“Come back,” you rasped out, “please.”
Bucky let you cry until your sobs had died and you’d stopped shaking. He carefully helped you up and away from the memorial.
“It’s better this way,” Bucky tried to reassure you, but you weren’t listening, you could only think of the phone number Zemo had put into your phone the night before. The number that with one call, could maybe get him back.
Oh lord save me, my drug is my baby, I’ll be using for the rest of my life.
Red lights flashed and sirens blared throughout the Raft, signaling a security breach. The lights inside went out and the emergency lights flashed on, illuminating everything in red.
Helmut Zemo sat up on his bed, raising an eyebrow.
Guards ran past the Baron’s cell, armed and ready for whatever, or whoever, had just breached one of the most top security prisons in the world.
The door of Helmut’s cell slid up moments later. Helmut stood, walking hesitantly towards to escape.
A shadow moved in the blinking red lights, walking towards him. Helmut had no weapons, but he’d go down fighting whatever the hell was coming towards him.
But the lights flashed again, illuminating a familiar face. Your hair was tied back, a gun in your grip.
“Dorogoy?” the Baron spoke.
When the lights flashed again you were smiling, running towards him now and when you slammed into him, wrapping your arms around him, Helmut felt his heart skip a beat.
Helmut’s fingers tangled into your hair as he held you tightly, afraid you’d disappear if he let go, still unsure if this was even real.
You buried your face into his shoulder, hugging him even tighter.
“I know what you mean now,” you told him, your voice muffled.
Helmut’s brow furrowed, pulling away from you.
“What?” he asked, making you smile.
“Love, it really does make you crazy,” you replied.
Helmut smiled, shaking his head slightly and pressing a kiss to your lips.
Don’t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn’t you ain’t doin’ it right.
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stolen glances [helmut zemo x fem!reader]
summary| ✏ you have loved Helmut since you both were kids, so you couldn’t resist yourself when proposal arrived from the Zemo family for your hand in marriage, even if Helmut doesn’t feel the same way about you.
warnings| ✏ angst, fluff, smut, inaccurate marvel reference (very inaccurate, I just used marvel names to my liking), inaccurate nobility and morganatic marriage rules reference (I know nothing about noblemen), idiots to lovers, arrange marriage, pining explicit language, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering.- 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI
word count| ✏ 9.1k *click the bold words for little visuals regarding the outfits. thought it’d be fun.
a/n| ✏ this one’s been long time coming. And I feel like my writing was a little all over the place so I sincerely apologise for that. But I do hope that you enjoy even if it’s very little, you have some enjoyment while reading this. But yeah once again, hope the warnings are appropriate, if you do think it needs a few more, let me know and I’ll add them. Feedbacks are always welcome. I will try my best with the next one and will try and make sure it doesn’t take a year again before I post another piece. I hope you can leave a like and maybe even a reblog. I appreciate you all so much.
It was quite a common thing for noble families to have arranged marriages rather than love marriages back in the days. However, such traditions were considered quite backdated and not followed anymore. I mean why should such outdated customs be followed, one shouldn’t be told who to love, they should have the freedom to choose. And arrange marriage in the 21st century? Anyone would think one must be joking.
So, when the news of Sokovia’s most eligible bachelor, Baron Helmut Zemo’s marriage being arranged to you, the Countess of Symkaria, was announced, a wave of shock and heartbreak fell over the land. Ok, more jealousy and less heartbreak perhaps. You see while the Baron was single, there was hope for all the ladies, but with the announcement, all hopes and dreams came crashing down.
Despite the mass disappointment of the ladies of the land, one couldn’t say that they were surprised by the union. Or maybe even a merger perhaps. It is only natural the Baron would agree to marry someone of a high stature, and it must’ve been a strategic and political move to marry someone of a higher nobility standing than him. That’s what the people talked about, and that’s what you thought too.
You see, you’ve known the Baron since you both were young. Whenever your family visited Sokovia, you stayed in Castle Zemo and when the Zemo family visited Symkaria, they stayed at Y/L/N Manor. Both your parents were friends from well before you two were born. However, that never raised the idea that you two would be getting married. Both your parents wanted to give you both full freedom to marry who you wished to. This was mainly why you were a little surprised when your parents told you that the Zemos wished for your hand in marriage to Helmut.
Despite growing up with Helmut, you two never grew up to be quite as close as your parents. As kids, you two always played together, but the as you grew, not seeing each other for long periods of time before meeting again, both of you grew into your own worlds. And while your infatuation and love for Helmut grew with you, Helmut was much more reclusive, busy with his education and learning the workings of his land and his people from his father.
Every year you managed to take a trip to Sokovia, you’d immerse yourself in the day to day life of the castle. Not behaving like a guest, but a part of the family. The family treated you as such also, Hilda Zemo being like your second mother. Everyone in the Zemo Castle was especially fond of you and your antics. You could often be found in the kitchen, helping (eating whatever you could find) in the kitchen. And no matter how much, Idel, the aging cook, scolded you, she knew it was useless and that you would go around doing your own thing. And if not in the kitchen you were with the younger housemaids, who you’ve befriended over time. And if you weren’t found creating ruckus around the castle, you were in some corner either with Hilda or Heinrich, just chatting away.
And no matter what you were doing around the household, running around helping the house helps in the kitchen, or having a heart to heart with Hilda, or just discussing world politics with Heinrich, whenever Helmut walked in the room, you became mute. Everyone in the household took notice of that real quick, and would tease you about it too.
However, when Hilda took notice of how you act in the presence of Helmut, she became worried. Hilda saw you as her daughter, and because how close you were to the family, she did not want to see you get hurt. So one afternoon, while you two were having tea and playing with the residential kittens in one of the balcony in the castle, she decided to bring up the situation. “Y/N love, what is going on between you and Helmut?”
This question startles you, because you genuinely thought you were doing a great job of concealing your feelings for the man. Avoiding eye contact, and giving all your undivided attention to the little snow looking kitten aptly named Snow, the Zemo house pet, you answer, “Nothing’s going on Hilma you know nothing’s going on. We barely talk.” You always said how she was like your second ma, and so, she became Hilma.
“Lovie I see how you look at him. I am worried about you. You know I can’t force him to be with you don’t you?” Hilda spoke softly.
You only nodded slowly, replying in an almost whisper, “I wouldn’t want that. I would be gutted to know that he was with me because he had to be and not because he wanted to be.” You tried to master up the best smile you could, which, if Hilda was being honest, was quite lousy, looked up at her and spoke again in the same low voice, “I just want him to be happy. Be with a person who would make him happy. As cheesy as it sounds, his happiness will bring me happiness.”
Hilda could hear the heaviness in your tone and could only let out a sympathetic chuckle as she reached out to cup your cheek with her right palm, rubbing her thumb over your cheek gently. “My little Y/N is all grown up.” You close your eyes hoping to hold back your slightly teary eyes from dropping any tear, as you lean into Hilda’s motherly touch. Despite your attempt, a tear escaped your closed eyes. Hilda gently wiped away the tear before pulling you in for a warm embrace, whispering in your ear, “You deserve all the love in the world my dear. And while that may not be my foolish Helmut, I know you will find your Count.” She gives your temple a firm kiss and rubs your back before letting you go once she is sure you are a little more stable.
The little emotional confrontation with Hilda happened when you were still a young lady in your teen years. And while you knew what Hilda spoke was true and you may never be with Helmut, that did not stop you from doting on Helmut. And over the years, your love for Helmut only grew despite the unescapable tragic end that it would reach. So imagine your surprise when the proposal for your marriage arrived from the Zemo family.
Your parents were more than happy about this union and was over the moon when you also agreed to the proposal. Invitation was sent for your family to come to the Zemo family for the festivities and a grand function for the engagement. In your heart, you were convinced that Zemo was not marrying you for love. Being a countess, you received many proposals from noblemen all around the world. You rejected them all, waiting for your Baron to marry first. Holding on to the final drop of hope. So despite being so very elated when the Baron chose you to be his baroness, you knew this marriage was to solidify the ally ship between the two nations and that you wouldn’t become the baroness but Helmut would become the count. So whether it was to climb the social ladder, or to formally become allies, you were happy to oblige to your Baron’s wishes, even if it meant that he would never love you.
When you and your family made your way to Sokovia, in preparation for the festivities, you were greeted by a large crowd. The word had gotten around that Helmut was to be engaged, and despite the green monster that had taken over the region, the secrecy of who was engaged to the nation’s most eligible bachelor kept everyone on their feet. The funny thing was, you weren’t much of a secret as everyone thought you to be. You grew in front of the nation as much as Helmut did and they all knew you equally. So when you were the first to step out of the car, and people got the first glance of their Baron’s to be, knowing whispers erupted amongst the crowd. It seemed very trivial now to even expect anyone but you to be stepping out of that car.
The people of Sokovia loved you. So when the news of your arrival as the one to be engaged to the Baron spread across the land like wildfire, all but few jealous noblewomen were joyous over the occasion and the choice. In the lead up to the engagement ceremony, you and Helmut were invited to various different events together, to get the people accustomed to seeing you two as an unit and also to give you two some more time to spend together before the official engagement. From charity events to dinner party hosted by the prime minister, at every high society event leading up to the engagement ceremony, you and the Baron attended hand in hand.
It was at one such event, your love for Helmut grew, if that was even possible still that is. The event was a fundraising for disadvantaged children. With Sokovia being a developing nation, not all children had equal opportunity, and Helmut felt very strongly for the wellbeing of the children of his land. So much so, that he was a large benefactor to the charity, so he was invited as the guest of honour for the evening.
While the original invite list did not include you, with the event being held annually and the invite having been sent out well in advance, whether or not you could be accommodated to really wasn’t up for debate. With you having attending so many events back to back, most of the outfits you had brought with you had been worn, and while no way were you a diva who never wears the same outfit twice, there was an expectation for the formal events, particularly being attended within such short intervals, that the outfits seem to have not been worn before. And so you were in complete panic mode on what to wear for tonight. With how hectic things had been, you didn’t even realise earlier that all your gowns had been worn, so you couldn’t even get an outfit prepared and fitted in time. To be fair, you weren’t prepared to be making appearance at so many events during your visit and thought 7 gowns were more than enough.
As if the gods above have heard your panic and prayers and answered your call, because as you enter your room, venting your urgency and frustration to your mother who was remaining annoyingly calm and being of no help, you spot what you can only assume is a dress inside a garment bag containing the House Insignia, with a velvet box placed next to the bag and on the floor a box which you believe is possible footwear. You turn to your mother as a smile starts to etch itself onto your mouth, “this is why you were so quiet and just watched me freak out? You already had everything figured out?”
Your mother chuckles, before replying, “I may have been aware of something before you my child but no this is not my doing.” It is then that you realise that a little note is left on top of the outfit. You step forward and pick up the slip of paper and written on it simply was “For tonight. Z.” And you couldn’t help but smile at that. Even though the note was so simple and nothing special, to you it held great importance.
You opened the garment bag and the first thing you spot is the beautiful sheer high neckline with golden details almost looking like twigs. The further you open the bag, the more of the golden branches are revealed leading all the way down and once you’ve opened the bag completely, two little golden deer are revealed at the bottom of the dress. You run your finger over the stitch work, admiring the playful deer on the dress, loving the dress at the first glance. Your mum just leaned against the door and watched as delight took over your face.
You then reach for the shoe box, opening it to reveal the most beautiful pair of golden heels, vines and pearls wrapped around the heel. You kind of just stayed sitting there admiring the ensemble. Your mother chuckled again before calling out to you, “Ok dear that’s enough sitting around, now how about you get ready, it’ll be time for you and Helmut to leave soon.” And with that, she left the room, leaving you to get ready.
At 7pm, when it was time for you to leave, a maid made their way into your room informing you that Helmut was ready and waiting. You nodded in acknowledgement before gathering up your gown, slipping on the beautiful pair of heels, before heading towards the staircase. As you stood at the top of the stairs, you saw you Baron at the bottom, fixing his cufflinks, looking handsome as ever. You took a moment to yourself to admire him as he remained unaware. And slowly as you started to descend the stairs, the sound of your heels captured his attention, looking up the stairs to look at you, and just as his eyes locked at you, he froze. Now it was him who was admiring how ethereal you looked, while you were far too busy looking at the stairs as you took each step, to concentrate and make sure that you don’t trip.
As you descend down to the final few steps, Helmut shakes himself out of his faze and reaches his hand out for you to take, like the gentleman he is. Sensing his hand in front of you, you take your eyes away from the steps and to his hand, going to grab it. And despite all the caution you took, out of nervousness and excitement, you managed to foolishly misplace your foot and trip forward. For Helmut, it was almost an immediate reaction, throwing his other hand forward to rest flat against your tummy to hold you steady, landing you face to face with him, noses almost touching, and your eyes clenched shut. Helmut takes his time letting his eyes roam over your face, a smile reaching the corner of his lips before he speaks up in his gentle, husky voice, “Careful countess, we wouldn’t want you getting into an accident under my watch now would we?”
Feeling his breath against your lips, your force yourself to open your eyes, his lips being the first thing you see. You awkwardly let out a shaky breath before you gain your footing again with his support, before replying, “Thank you Helmut.”
Helmut only nods, and leads you down the final few step, letting go of your hand only for him to guide that hand to the small of your back in a protective manner, leading you out the front door and to the car.
The driver was waiting outside the grand entrance of the castle. Zemo subtly waved at the driver to move away from the door, which you didn’t pick up on. As the driver quickly scuttled away, Zemo led you to the car and as you lowered to get in the car, he moved his free hand to guard the top of the car from hitting your head. This you did notice and as you were getting in, let your head bump a little up so that you could have his hand brush against the top of your head. Zemo’s hand, however, tensed, worried that you may have hurt yourself, and as soon as you are in the car, he brushes his hand silently over your head almost like petting a pup. He then goes around to get in the car as well.
The entire car ride was silent, both of you stealing quick glances towards each other under your lashes, none the wiser to each other. As the car comes to a halt at the venue, Zemo hurriedly steps out of the car, not waiting for his driver, and walks around to grab your door and once again extends his hand to help you out. As you step out, Zemo brings your left hand to loop around his right, and his left hand resting gently on the back of your palm as he leads you down the carpet led to the ballroom. As you two walk down hand in hand, flashes go off from both sides, capturing the most anticipated couple. Zemo stops half way down the path, taking you by surprise, as he holds you close to him. You turn to him as if to question him “what is it?” but Zemo simply smiles with adoring eyes staring at you, making for another perfect photo opportunity for the eager media. And once Zemo is sure that there is more than enough photo of Zemo’s gaze on you for tomorrow’s tabloid, he simply shakes his head and continues to lead you inside, leaving you completely confused.
Throughout the night, you were next to Zemo like an obedient partner. There was no rule or clause that required you to be with Zemo constantly, you simply chose to be with him as he introduced you to many influential people. However, as the night went on, you happened to grow more and more detached from the political conversations that were taking place between Zemo and other men. Thankfully at that point, you see the children who are taken care by the charity being brought in to join for the dinner part of the function. You decide that is a perfect time to excuse yourself from the circle of elites and quickly make your way towards the group of about 10 kids ranging from toddlers to teens, who seems to be much more approachable than the very adult conversations that were happening around you.
Just as you reach the kids who were brought in by who you can only assume is their warder, you squat down to meet the kids on eyelevel, a wide smile spreading across your face as you introduce yourself to the group, as you ask them for their names. While most remained quiet, slightly intimidated by the unfamiliar surrounding, it is one of the young ones, a young boy with mischief in his eyes and a toothless grin gracing his lips who decides to introduce himself first, “Hi ma’am my name is Thor, I’m six!”
And before you can reply to “Thor”, you hear the warden clearing her throat before saying, “What did I say about fibbing Tim?”
To which Tim lets out a huff and replies, “Not to tell them. Sorry ma’am, my name is Timofie.”
You give Tim a comforting smile and repeat after him, “Timofie, meaning god’s honour, you are as good as Thor sweet boy.” To this, Timofie lights up and jumps forward to give you a hug as big as he could manage. Despite being small, the force he came at you with took you by surprise, and while you managed to wrap your arms around the little boy, your heels weren’t prepared for the little stumble, causing your foot to trip.
Helmut had been keeping an eye on you from the moment you left his side and when he spotted you with the kids, he also excused himself from the group to slowly approach you so he could hear your interaction with the kids better. He was near you when he noticed the little stumble and in a split moment he took one quick large step to stand direct behind you, to be your support and stop you from falling. You reached back with one hand to make yourself stable, your hand going to grab the support that was holding you steady from behind, Helmut’s leg. Once you were steady, you looked up to see who was the one to save you and as you looked up, you saw Helmut towering over you, looking at you with concern, asking “Are you ok Y/N? You really don’t seem to be too steady on your foot today.” There was a teasing tone to his voice as well.
You looked back down, your cheeks heated from the embarrassment of falling twice in Helmut’s arms in one night. “Thank you, Helmut, for saving me again.” You remember the little boy still in your arm and attempt to stand up with the little guy. Helmut immediately helps you from behind, pulling you up slightly so it’s easier for you.
The little boy now leaning his head on your shoulder, turns to look at Helmut. He then leans in your ear and whispering rather loud, defeating the purpose of a whisper, “Is he your prince?”
You turn to him with a questioning look, “Prince?”
“You are a princess so he must be prince.” Tim said as a matter of fact which caused you to let out a little chuckle.
“I’m not a princess sweet boy,” you say to him as you caress his cheek with your thumb.
Helmut from next to you surprises you when he speaks up, “yes she is the princess and I am her prince.” Timofie once again turning to him at this with a smile of admiration at the idea of being in presence of royalty, which the kids don’t know all too much about. All the other kids are now surrounding Helmut asking random questions and grabbing at his hands. Helmut leads the group of kids to the bottom of the staircase, signalling you to follow him. You both take seat at the bottom of the stairs, Timofie remaining in your lap while the rest of the kids are surrounding you two.
At Helmut’s introduction the kids get very excited to meet the man which the entire country has heard about, while not everyone has the privilege of meeting. The kids get involved in conversations and banter and even little games with Helmut. The once confident boy Timofie, now shying away at the competition which Helmut poses. While you take your time to admire Helmut with all the kids, you go back to your little world you’ve created with Timofie and a few other much young ones who are much too infatuated by you. Helmut from time to time turns to you, watching you playing with the youngest ones of the group, admiring how you are with the little one, unbeknownst to him, you are doing the same.
The entire night was spent like that for you two, with the kids, separating only during the actual auction, but finding your ways back to the kids during dinner, having dinner at the same table as the kids.
The charity event really caused a buzz around the nation, photos of you and Helmut with the kids not only plastered across every newspaper and magazine, but was also circulating on social media. You two as a couple was capturing the nation’s heart. Following the event, you had a new found love for Helmut. Which is a strange thing to say because Helmut always had your heart. But seeing Helmut with kids, that made you feel something in the pit of your stomach you never felt before. And the idea of a loveless marriage started a lot less bearable than it did before.
In the lead, up to your and Helmut’s engagement party, meeting between the two of you started to become a lot scarcer. You were busy with helping out with organising the event while Helmut was kept busy with official duties. So much so that you started to miss Helmut.
Slowly but surely, the day of your engagement party arrived and you had dress set in advance for this event. And more than anything, more than the party more than the people, more than the engagement, you were looking forward to seeing Helmut after so long, excited to have him next to you. You put on your beautiful emerald gown, a diamond necklace borrowed from Hilda and a pair of silver heels to finish off your look.
Once ready, you decided to head down to see how things were, if everything was organised before the guests came. Hilda told you that everything was being taken care of and that you did not need to run around in your gown, but you couldn’t be kept calm, it was your form of distraction until you could see Helmut.
Helmut finally did show up, before the guests also, you sensed his presence the minute he stepped into the ballroom, turning immediately to catch him looking handsome and elegant as ever, walking in as he fixes his hair. You see him spotting his mother and going to her immediately, b-lining away from you. You could see the two talk and laugh and perhaps a little scolding from Hilda, you couldn’t quite tell. You truly loved the mother son pair and while you were upset that Helmut failed to acknowledge your presence on such a night, it filled your heart to see how he was with his mum and you couldn’t help but think what a good father he would be, a possibility you might not have the good fortune of seeing or being a part of.
As it neared the time of arrival for the guests, Helmut finally made his way to you, “Come on, we should greet the guests” and that was all he said as he lead you to the entrance, a hand on your waist. You two greeted each and every guest with large smiles, a large part of it having to do with how close Helmut was to you. Helmut talking to some people he knew personally, you continuing to greet as well, Helmut’s remaining around your waist the entire time and you also took the opportunity to just lean against him, standing your body completely flush against him. All the guests gushing at the loving couple as they came in.
You both headed in once it seemed like most have arrived, heading in to mingle with the guests. Once again, Helmut failing to give you any attention, busying himself with the guests. It was Helmut’s parents who called upon the two of you through the microphone for the ring exchange. Helmut looked around for you as you already slowly started to make your way to the makeshift stage and people gathered around one side of the ballroom. Instead of heading straight, Helmut started to walk in your direction, catching up to you as you both make it to the front of the room together. You almost jump a little as Helmut reached your side, not expecting him there.
Rather than you two making any speeches, it was both your parents making the speeches. About how excited they were to finally become family, how their kids are finally all grown up, how they wanted this since you two were kids. And you managed to maintain a steady smile throughout the speeches, but your excitement for the engagement had been dwindling throughout the week leading to the day and also throughout the night as Helmut continued his cold shoulder to you for god knows what reason.
As the speeches came to a close, your mum handed to you the ring, which you put on Helmut’s finger absentmindedly and Helmut’s father handed the ring to him which he put on your finger ever so lightly, leaving a kiss on the back of your hand and heat rose to your cheek, your body reacting as it always does to any form of affection, pretend or not, from Helmut. The crowd erupts into loud cheers and congratulations throughout the ballroom. As you two stepped down from the steps, people came around to congratulate you personally. And as things died down again with the announcement of dinner being served, you managed to slip out of the room without anyone noticing.
Or so you thought. After being congratulated by friends, family, business partners alike, Helmut came to notice that he couldn’t spot you anywhere around. Throughout the night, whenever he scanned his eyes, his eyes picked you out amongst the sea of crowd immediately. I mean it’s hard to miss the emerald hugging your body so perfectly from back or front. As soon as Helmut had laid his eyes on you that evening, he started to feel constricted in his pants. He had missed you all week, busy with work, trying to clear out his schedule before the wedding so that he can help his wife to be with the planning.
But as soon as he saw you, he had to hold himself back, because he knew if he was to greet you he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and so he goes to only space he knows, straight to his mum. Helmut, distracted as his eyes remained on you, bumps into his mother as he reaches her. He quickly grabs onto his mother as he steadies himself and his mum sputtering out an apology as he quickly looks at her in embarrassment. Hilda looks at her son with a knowing smirk, “Is everything ok son?” and he can only nod and busies himself talking to his mother.
He was all too aware of his self-control, or lack there of, with how tempting you looked tonight and he actively worked to avoid you except for when it was absolutely necessary. He didn’t realise that in the process of keeping himself under control, he was driving you to self-doubt. Helmut’s search proved to be futile as he found you nowhere in the ball room, asking his parents and your mum, none being able to answer. He even asked few of the wait staff who were serving drinks around the room, and the only answer they could give was that they saw you leaving the ballroom.
Helmut followed their vague instruction and headed out looking for you. He jogged around skimming outside first. He peaks through the front door, not finding you in the front porch, went to the door leading to the backyard, not finding you there either or anywhere in the bottom floor. It really seemed silly to be roaming around such a large mansion so he stood by the steps and tried to think about where you could be. And his mind could only think of one spot, the common balcony upstairs where you spend time nearly every day with his mum or even alone reading a book. He’s spotted you there plenty of time in the passing and always would stop in his way even if for a few seconds to just admire you.
He quickly makes his way upstairs to the balcony and lets out a sigh of relief when he can see your silhouette in the darkness, in the balcony. He steps into the balcony and softly calls out to you, “Y/N… What are you doing here, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
You quickly wipe at your eyes when you hear his voice before turning to meet him face to face, “Oh Helmut, what are you doing here? Did you need something?” Your voice sounding a little hoarse.
“What’s wrong? Why does your voice sound heavy? Have you been crying?” He steps closer to you, hands reaching out to touch at the corner of your eyes to inspect your face to which you only move your face to the side before letting out an almost mocking chuckle.
“Let’s not pretend that you actually care Helmut, there’s no one here. Did you need something?” This time your voice sounded a little more aggressive.
“Yes I needed my fiancé, I saw that she was missing from my side and I was missing her.”
At this confession you couldn’t help but look at him in disbelief, “Missing your fiancé? Oh you’ve got to be kidding me right now.” You let out an exasperated huff. “I’ve been trying to get noticed by you the whole evening only to get ignored and now you say you miss me?” Your tears are now freely falling. “I don’t know what I ever did to you Helmut to be mocking me like this. I know this situation isn’t ideal, I know that you don’t love me but I do. I love you so much, have since we were kids. But I never had any hopes or expectations. I didn’t know that a situation would arise where I could marry you but when it did, I couldn’t help it, I became selfish. Maybe that was my mistake, maybe I shouldn’t have been greedy and I am sorry for that but please, spare me my feelings. Don’t say things you don’t mean.” At this point you have completely let go of yourself, unable to control the sobs that are coming out.
Helmut reaches both his arms for your shoulder to bring you into a hug to comfort you, unsure of how to handle the situation, never seeing you quite like this, so emotional and speaking your mind. You violently shrug him off again, wiping angrily at your eyes, mad at yourself for letting yourself go like this in front of Helmut, before you speak up again. “I know what the answer is already but I need to hear it from you. I need to hear from you what this is, what we are. If you are marrying me for the alliance, and the status, I will be that for you, I will be by your side, smile at the cameras, push away my heart’s fluttering somewhere deep down that I even forget my heart exists. I can do that for you, I just need to hear it from you, so that I don’t hold any false hope.” You finally look at him trying to smile through the tear, “I promise you I will be an ideal countess for the people, a nice trophy wife for the cameras and events, and the ideal wife to you. I just need to hear you say that there is no possibility for me to ever become your baroness. Say it to my face and I will learn to be ok with it.” With all that you wanted to say now completely out in the open, you leans against the balcony railing, sliding down, kneeling on the floor, your whole body shaking from your cries as you are kneeling by Helmut’s feet now.
Helmut couldn’t take it anymore, your ramble had caught him completely off guard, having no idea that was how you were feeling, which was why his reaction was so delayed, hearing you speak what you had to say while he remained stunned silent. Finally feeling your body move by his feet, he is now also leaning down, cupping your wet face with his palm to lift your face up to face him. You keep your eyes shut out of complete shame of becoming so vulnerable. Helmut takes a moment to just look at your face, even as pain is etched across your face, your beauty radiates far brighter. Helmut leans into your face, unable to help himself, first kissing at the corner of your lips where your tears were gathering, your eyes immediately opening in complete surprise, and at that moment, Helmut captures your lips between his, both his hands coming to delicately cup your face as his thumbs are wiping at under your eyes at an attempt to wipe away your tears, now crouching down to be face to face with you.
Caught in a trance, and in the comfort of Helmut’s warm hands, you let him kiss you, but as soon as he goes to deepen the kiss, trying to force his tongue past your lips, you come to your senses, pushing away at his shoulder with all your might before speaking out a little too loud, “What are you doing? Stop it!” You shake your head as, starting to cry again, your body jerking, “I don’t need this Helmut, I don’t need your sympathy affection.”
Helmut grows a little frustrated at this, and pinches your cheek to force you to look at him again and this time, forcefully pushing his lips against yours and immediately shoving his lips
Helmut grows a little frustrated at that, forcing you to look up as he pinches your cheek between his hand as he brings your body flush against his with his other hand around your waist, “You fool, you absolute fool! How do you still not get it?” He drops his hand from your waist down to your exposed leg through the slit. Guiding it slowly up with feathery touch as he moves to kiss at your neck. Unsure of what Helmut meant, you completely melt at his touch. And as you feel his creep to the inside of your thigh, riding further up heading to your core, your find yourself moving your knees apart, exposing your core to him. And as his fingers finds his way to your covered and slightly damp centre you decide that you don’t know and don’t want to know what Helmut means but you are going to let him have his way with you, however he wants, and whatever it means at the end, you are prepared to risk it all to have him at least once.
As Helmut is kissing your neck, you wrap one hand around his neck. He uses his fingers to move aside your panties, sliding his fingers up and down your slit, pressing lightly at your nub. He keeps running his fingers up your slit, picking up the speed, and flicking at your clit every once in a while as he is sucking at your where your neck meets your chest. All you can do is hold him tight against you, or more so reassuring yourself that all this isn’t just another one of your dreams.
Once Helmut feel his fingers are lathered enough in your wetness, he slips it into your craving whole, three fingers at once. And immediately, with the resistance he felt on his fingers from the tightness of your walls and with and the way your head lulled back and a wince etched in your face, Helmut was sensing that this might be your first time and speaks, “Sorry did I hurt you?”
You being your stubborn self, shake your head no, afraid that if you let on that this is your first time, he will stop and you are not prepared to have this end so soon. Helmut picks up on your lie however, and he carefully pulls his fingers out, stopping when just the tip of his fingers are in you, pulling out two and going back in with just one. Making sure that once the finger is inside, he moves it around and curls it, feeling around your inside, the foreign sensation making you terribly weak at your knees. Now, even more carefully, Helmut adds two more fingers, picking up his speed, and rubbing at your clit with his thumb. At this, you let a loud mewl, Helmut immediately crashing his lips with yours again to swallow your moan.
Holding you flush against himself, Helmut can feel your lower stomach quiver as your mouth opens up against his, drool slipping past both your lips from the intense kiss. Helmut can tell that you are nearing your climax. Your head slips on his shoulder when you feel his fingers moving rapidly, you bite on to his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming as the climax takes over you. Helmut starts to slow down his fingers as he helps you ride out your orgasm. Helmut slowly You hide your face in his shoulder out of embarrassment for cumming so fast and whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Helmut is confused at that, “what for?”
And you are feel a little flustered at his question, stuttering out, “y-you know, for, like, cumming, like, really fast.” You were having a hard time articulating sentences, due to both embarrassment and the recent high. Helmut can’t help but chuckle, which does not help with your humiliation.
Without another word, Helmut abruptly pulls out his fingers, which brings you back to awareness, and you push yourself slowly away from Helmut, still on your knees, trying to regain balance. Helmut brings his fingers to his lips, licking each finger while looking at you. When you catch on to what he is doing, your eyes flicker to everywhere else to avoid his eyes.
As Helmut finishes licking his fingers, letting out in the most teasing tone “yum, I think I need some more, haven’t had my dessert yet.” As he pushes your tummy, catching your off guard as you fall back on your bum in the most ungraceful way, as your leg folds out as you try to balance yourself, with your arms falling behind you on the floor as you go to hold yourself up. Helmut laughs a little at the fall, pushing you further back by your shoulder, this time much more gently, until you are laying flat on your back.
Utterly confused by what’s going on, you let Helmut manhandle you to the positon of his liking, but can’t help the arch in your back due to the coolness of the tiled floor. He pulls both your feet out from under you, stretching them out, one on each side of his waist, your one leg completely exposed to him due to the slit, a bit of your pussy also peaking out. You can feel the cool night breeze against your exposed pussy, which is still a little sensitive after Helmut’s treatment of them.
You can feel Helmut shuffling around between your thighs, moving your dress up and to the side to have your pussy completely exposed to him. However, that doesn’t last long as your thighs instinctively shut, cheeks feeling warm even in the cold night. At this point you can’t tell whether it’s due to all the previous activities of the night or the current. Helmut does not appreciate how your thighs close up, obstructing his perfect view, and is pushing apart your thighs open, and landing a harsh slap on the inside of your thigh, far too close to your pussy, as the tips of his fingers brush against your pussy lips.
“You look absolutely ravishing tonight countess.” He speaks as he takes off his blazer, throwing it off to the side and is laying himself down so that his face can hover over your bottom half. Placing soft kisses along your hipbone, he continues to pepper little kisses all the way to the top of your mound. “I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of your all night.” Another little kiss, a little closer to your clit. Helmut is looking up at you, only to find you already looking down at him with cautious and confused eyes, anticipating, his next actions, his next words, the lower tummy shaking a little as your breath quickens a little. “And you’d be an absolute fool to think, that all that I am doing is out of anything other than complete and utter desire.” He speaks as he keeps his eyes trained on your eyes, and he thumbs at your clit, pressing down on it before rubbing harsh circles. You bite down on your lips, your one hand going up to grab on to the railing of the balcony, gripping it so tight your knuckles go white. He can see you are getting wetter with every sentence he uttered, he leans down running his tongue from the bottom of your pussy all the way to the tip, sucking your clit into his mouth so harshly that it almost feels like a vacuum on your clit. Your arm flies to your mouth to keep your moans from getting too loud. “And judging from how much sugar you have for me my dear countess,” he continues to speak against your pussy that his voice comes out a little muffled, “I’d say you desire me just as much.”
He gives your pussy another wet, sloppy, open mouthed kiss, and is reaching both his hands up as his nose digs into your pussy, bumping against the nub of your clit, causing your whole body to shudder, as both his hands are reaching out to grab both your hand, one hand unclenching your hand from the railing, another being pulled away from your face, as he brings both your hands between your legs, leading them to his head, “I’m at your control Countess, guide me as you please.” And you instinctively grip on his hair lightly, feeling him take another lick of your sleek.
Helmut lets go of your hands as his hands goes to hook around your thighs. He darts his tongue out, dipping it right into your wet and inviting hole. Your grip on his hair immediately tightens. Helmut can’t help but smile a little at that, as he thrusts his tongue out and then right back in, but you were far too drowning in the pleasure to notice the smile against your pussy. Helmut moves his face around, nuzzling further into your pussy as the tip of his nose keeps brushing against your clit, causing you to jolt up and further into Helmut’s lapping tongue. He is swirling around his tongue, savouring all that is running out of your pussy. And as he moves his mouth up, and attaches himself to your already sensitive clit, giving it few harsh sucks, you become undone in his mouth. Your fingers grip onto his hair tight, holding for your dear life, pushing his face further into your climaxing pussy, as his tongue helps you ride out another high.
Helmut can feel you quivering against his tongue, but he does not stop, licking you clean of every last drop. He brings one of his hand from around your leg to your spent pussy, moving his mouth slowly only to replace it with his fingers, gently rubbing up and down your folds, in a soothing manner. And you can’t help but twitch now and then as you are taking deep breaths to calm yourself down, as your fingers loosen on Helmut’s head, now just resting in his matted and messy hair in an almost caress.
It takes you quite a bit of time before you are coming back to your complete consciousness, all the while Helmut laid between your thighs, placing gentle kiss on your soft, warm thigh every now and then, fingers still running ever so slowly up and down your fold, with Helmut’s gaze moving from your used pussy to your face, back down to your pussy, smile never leaving his face. Once becoming more aware of your surrounding, you immediately burn bright red feeling Helmut’s fingers and eyes on you, feeling so indecent, sitting up immediately, scrambling to gather yourself.
Helmut also sits up with you, a little confused of what you are doing, “My love what’s wrong?”
You don’t miss the way how Helmut addresses you has changed, and if you are being honest to yourself, you like it quite a bit. But you can’t help but feel like what just happened shouldn’t have happened, and you start to sputter out apologies, completely disregarding the fact that Helmut had devoured you of his own will. And just as you try to get up, Helmut pulls you down on him, wrapping his arm around you, with your back against Helmut’s chest and his one hand running up and down your exposed leg in a soothing manner, making you completely relaxed despite how exposed you are, as he speaks against the back of your neck, his breath tickling you, “What are you apologising for my baroness. You have no idea how long I wanted to do that to you.” Another kiss on the back of your ear as his whispers continue, “I wanted to wait for our marriage, when I have you officially and completely to me and I to you, but with how you started to speak of us, the doubt you had in us, I could not let that manifest any further, had to clear all these little doubts you had of me, of us, of what this is. My sweet love, these titles, these ranks, they account for nothing to me if I can’t have you. You must know since the moment we’ve met, I’ve had my eyes on you always, far too young to know what love is but my eyes saw none but you when we were together. And when this heart came to know of love, it loved one heart always. Yours.” And as he said that, you found yourself pushing further into Helmut’s warmth, his words making you feel completely dizzy, as these are words you never expected to come out of his mouth.
You grab his hand from around your body, and holding them to your chest, trying to hold whatever you can of his as close to your heart as possible, trying to make yourself believe that it is no dream. You open both his palms up and put them on each of your breasts. Helmut laughs with a little humour at this and speaks, “my love what on earth are you doing.”
“Squeeze me.”
And Helmut can no longer be subtle with his laugh, “What on earth are you talking about, I pour my heart out only for you to ask me to grab your tits?”
You nod innocently, turning your head slightly towards him, meeting his gaze ever so shyly before speaking, “I need to know I’m not dreaming, so, my Baron, can you please squeeze my tits tightly.”
Helmut shakes his head fondly at your words, and obeying your request, moving his hand to slip it inside your dress from the top, grabbing your tits once more and giving both your tits a long and harsh squeeze, your nipple getting caught in the most delicious painful pinch, and you can’t help the whine that escapes your lips as you lean hear head back onto his shoulder as you repeatedly let out, “real, real, real…” Helmut leans forward to give your lips few soft pecks and slowly removes his hands from inside your dress.
“Now my love, I know you must be tired, and I apologise that I can’t take you away just yet, but we must tend to the guests again. We’ve left them alone for far too long. But don’t you worry, I’ll be right by your side the whole time. You can lean on me for the rest of the night, I’ll be your crutch” Helmut speaks teasingly.
You whine against him, “No, I’m fine, lets go.” Determined to prove him wrong, you push yourself up with his support, once standing, you start fixing yourself up, setting your panty decently, which is still embarrassingly wet, but you know you can do nothing about it. You fix the skirt of your dress and pull the bust up to make yourself all decent. Helmut stands up behind you, standing on guard in case you need any help, and he was right to do so as you stumble on the very first step you take as you find yourself still drained from the earlier events. Helmut immediately grips at your waist, holding you steady. Helmut shakes his head endearingly, bringing you close to his side, taking one last look up and down at the both of you to make sure everything is decent, and leading you both back to the grand hall, slowly.
As you both step into the ballroom again, your and his mum rush to the both of you bombarding you two about your whereabouts. “Where were you kids, leaving your guests unattended.” Hilda goes off, eyeing both of you a little suspiciously, “and something seems different about you two. Were you guys off doing drugs or something.” Hilda’s eyes turn a little wild, your mum’s eyes also going wide, “you know what I don’t want to know, not now, go back in there and tend to the guests.” Hilda pushes you both inside. Helmut’s arms remain around you as you both the guests around the room, Helmut looking at you from time to time, leaning down whispering sweet nothings to you.
Your and Helmut’s mum can’t help but stand by each other while eyeing both your interactions, can’t help but notice how it has drastically changed since earlier tonight. Both knew of your feelings towards Helmut, but now seeing both of you so cosy, so publically, both are very confused, but couldn’t contain their happiness, especially for you, both looking at each other then giving each other a massive hug of relief, both elated for their respective children and what their closeness may mean.
Throughout the night, the happy couple greeted everyone around the room, made conversation with whomever they were required to make conversation with, and with each and every people they interacted with, everyone could see the love and fondness in each other’s eyes. Anyone who witnessed Helmut’s gaze on Y/N would say that he looks at Y/N like she held the universe in her palms, the two must be soulmates, lovers for eternity, if a past life existed, the two must’ve been together. And they wouldn’t be wrong, Helmut indeed look at her as if she were the most precious being to ever exist.
You see, while Y/N was so infatuated by Helmut growing up, she never did see that Helmut was equally enamoured by her. Whenever Y/N would visit, he’d always be somewhere close by, try to get a glimpse of her, be it a second. He loved seeing Y/n with his mum in their balcony, or her in the stables, far too scared to be on the horses, but helping feeding and brushing Helmut’s horse. What started as stolen glances from Helmut, bloomed into love. And with both of them being equal parts idiots, never approached each other either with their confession of love. So when Helmut’s father approached him with the proposal of both their marriage, he agreed in a heartbeat.
That night, there was affirmation on everyone’s heart that there was love in the air and that these two were meant to be. There was a satisfaction in both their parents heart that the two aren’t simply compromising for their countries, but do truly love each other. There was content within both Helmut’s and Y/N’s heart knowing that Helmut loves Y/N and Y/N loves Helmut. And there wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind that these two were meant to be.
a/n: hope that was ok.
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Flufftober day 2: " Family, friends, loved ones"
Pairing: Helmut Zemo x reader
Word count: 540
Summary: It's not possible to never think about something as traumatic as the loss of a child, luckily he is not alone anymore
warnings: Angst and fluff, hurt-comfort, mention of dead son and wife, I think that's all, tell me if I forgot something
Author's note: A little late to this one (I'm shit at keeping track and having a writing schedule) but it's alright, normally tomorrow I'll post day 3 and 4 and we'll be back on track. Again this is not proof read or beta read so I apologize for any mistake there is, English is still not my first langage. The image is not mine, i found it on Pinterest.
Author's feelings: I have mixed feelings for this piece. i don't know how to feel about it :/
Already when Helmut woke up, he could feel this day was going to be long. There wasn’t any peculiar reason as to why he felt like that except the big void he felt when he suddenly remembered his lost family. He looked on the other side of the bed, the body that was still cuddled to him but didn’t feel anything this time. He felt a little guilty for it, usually, they always made him feel something, joy, love, sometimes a bit of irritation but right now? Nothing. He remembered his wife. He remembered he would never wake up to her face anymore. He knew that already. So why did it still hurt? Sighing, Helmut turned around in bed, his back now facing his waking partner.
They slowly blinked their eyes opened to try and adapt to the small light piercing through the blinds. They scooted closer to the man in front of them and placed a gentle kiss to his soft cheek, murmuring a small “Good morning.” they didn’t receive a response.
“You okay, my love?” they asked concerned.
“Yes, I am, liebling.” he answered in a small, groggy voice.
“Don’t lie, I can see something is wrong. Do you want to talk about it?” he shook his head. “Okay. Are you okay with me touching you like I am?” they rubbed their hand softly up and down his arm and he shook his head again, they took their hand off of his arm. “Do you want to be alone for a minute?”
“I don’t really know what I need.” he started. “I feel… empty.” he sighed.
Y/N hummed in understanding “I know what it feels like. Do you want tea? Maybe that will help?”
“I don’t want anything.” there was pause before he continued. “I miss them.”
“Ho baby.” they cooed. “Do you want to talk about them? Maybe telling me stories about them will make you feel better.”
“Can I just hug you?” the far away look in his eyes made their heart ache.
“Of course, my love, come here.”
He scooted closer to them, putting his head on their chest and holding their hand while they played with his hair. Helmut sighed softly, trying to focus solely on the feeling of his lover’s skin under his. He felt himself relax under Y/N’s administrations, he closed his eyes and tried to bask in the moment. Y/N felt his shoulders shake a little but instead of commenting on it, they started to hum a song softly, petting his hair even more gently. It felt good to have someone with you during this.
It had been a while now that the two lied there in bed, barely moving, not talking. This felt like an eternity in the best way possible. Helmut’s dark and depressing thoughts went away, not totally gone but for now he would okay.
“-Do you think they know how much I love them?” Helmut asked randomly
“- I’m sure they do.” they kissed his head softly.
“-I love you.”
“-I love you too, darling.”
And just like that he knew he would be okay. He won’t be happy everyday but he would be okay. As long as he is here, as long as he has them.
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Expensive - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)
TITLE: “Expensive” - Helmut Zemo (18+ MINORS DNI)
FANDOM: Marvel - “Falcon and The Winter Soldier”
CHARACTER: Helmut Zemo
MAIN PAIRING: Helmut Zemo + Female Reader
MAIN STORYLINE: Everyone has a vice…
Author’s Note: Hey! As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. This project is also dedicated to @norabrice1701. Thank you so much for helping out with my writer’s block, Nora! Happy reading and feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜
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2024
Eight years of both isolation and silence.
Despite dodging bullets and running out of the Brass Monkey Saloon with James and Sam, Zemo moved on, giving himself one chance to enjoy this semblance of freedom.
In truth, there was only a matter of time before the mission would slap him in the face with reality all over again.
He wouldn’t stay out for long.
Not long after saving lives in the dark, Sharon Carter threw a party, showing everyone from art dealers to other guests an opportunity to mingle and dance.
James and Sam cornered elsewhere, surely not moving on the dance floor or partaking in alcohol.
Soon after ordering another drink, Zemo turns and notices you standing with your own glass of champagne. He prefers whisky, taking careful sips regardless.
Meanwhile, you were different. You make a point to look at this man cautiously, like you’d seen him before.
Maybe. How could you forget this handsome face? You think to yourself.
He’s wearing his dark turtleneck, casted in blue lighting that strobes from the ceiling found overhead.
His skin pales through this aqua light, but his nearly amber eyes watch you as he peers over that whisky glass. Light brown hair falls out of place, showing one loose curl that angles by his forehead.
“I stopped drinking for good…” His voice rasps towards you, revealing accented English over booming music that plays out loud.
“That's great! You say, ironically lifting your glass of champagne and plotting a joke of your own. “Did the bartender find Apple Juice for you tonight?”
“No, Dear.” This possible stranger laughs for only a moment and the amazing sound nearly tickles your senses. He even sends a joke right back to you, lifting his own glass. “I drink for evil. This is whisky.”
“Good one. Cheers.” You clink glasses with him, celebrating tonight with this one man who has definitely caught your attention.
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After trading this conversation back and forth, you threw caution to the wind and conjured a dare, kissing him at the stroke of midnight.
You could hardly breathe when his lips first met yours, almost shaking and trying to step away in public before James and Sam could notice. Those men were his friends there, apparently.
You couldn’t leave him behind without “consequences.”
Bumps and stumbles echo your trail back to him later on.
Right now, you’re cornered in one guest bedroom, trapped by Helmut’s lips once again as this man holds your face with both hands.
He’s set one leg between your thighs, angling just right. You can already feel his clothed erection pulsing without fail.
In the middle of him kissing your neck and mouthing hickies that will bruise at dawn, you tremble speaking.
“Condom?” You struggle because it feels so good, but still try to remind him of safety for countless reasons.
“Yes.” Helmut pulls away from your beautiful skin during that one moment and nods, caressing your cheek as if you were the most stunning woman on Earth.
He smiles against your lips before taking out the condom and taking off his belt. Both of you keep nodding towards one another, absolutely sure that tonight would happen like this.
It’s almost precious, bonding with a stranger.
In anticipation you remove underwear, lace for the evening, and wrap both legs around his nude waist.
“Go.” You whisper, giving him full consent to line up with your entrace and plunge at last.
Obeying, Helmut listens, almost delicately filling you to the hilt.
“Do not get us caught.” He warns, lowering his tone through every lethal movement of those damn hips.
“Shit.” You nearly cried, clutching his shoulders of the turtleneck for balance somehow.
Since you can’t yell out loud in pleasure, he holds the back of your head, but uses that opposite hand to cover your whimpering mouth.
Before either one of you could speak again, warmth heats up all space found between your legs and thankfully reaches the condom.
“Shh…” Helmut calms this moment, not letting your feet reach the floor just yet as he continues holding you in place. Even still wearing the condom, he rests inside of you, silent.
His hair, now dishelved in the name of ecstasy, looks even darker through casting moonlight.
He breathes towards your neck, burying his nose as if to forget so much.
He wants to forget everything.
And yet, he can’t, even right now.
Regrettably, he pulls out to make you hollow and trashes the condom elsehwere, prompting you to readjust your clothes.
Of course Sharon won’t mind if you snuck out of this apartment, but Helmut returns from the bathroom and looks at you, peering those gorgeous brown eyes again.
“I should um… I should go.” Pointing near the door, you’re awkward now, sobering through lack of more alcohol and this strange mix of relief from sex.
“Of course.” Helmut nods, dressed once more and fairly opening the door for you like a gentleman.
Just seconds before you walk out the door and leave him for good, you hold these heels and stand up on your bare tip-toes, kissing Helmut’s cheek.
“Bye.” You smile, giving him one last farewell as the bedroom door closes.
When Helmut goes to sleep that night, this man dreams of you, content for once.
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Zemo and leaving
Why must you hurt me with this prompt?
😢
You couldn’t exactly blame him for leaving without saying goodbye, without one last kiss to your hand or neck before disappearing into the shadows forever. What you had with him was nothing more than a product of circumstance, a frank expression of longing for the brief period of time you spent together in a stressful environment. The memories of your shoulder in his mouth and his hands in your hair have already begun to fade away, like scattered images from a dream more difficult to recall shortly after you wake.
It was always going to end like this, at least that’s what you tell yourself as you step onto the plane that’s taking you back to the states. It isn’t until you shove your hands into the pockets of your jacket that you feel something that wasn’t there before; a small charm of some sort. You pull it out to glance at it, letting the chain it’s attached to dangle between your fingers as it reflects the fluorescent lighting of the cabin. The scarlet stone is cut into several facets, accented only by the plate of gold that holds it in place as you turn it over to inspect it. Your initials are engraved in cursive on the back of your birthstone, something he had to have done days in advance before leaving you without a trace.
“What the hell is that?” Sam asks suspiciously, looking over your shoulder.
“Nothing.” You close a fist around the necklace and put it back into your pocket, trying not to smile too wide in front of your partner. “Nothing at all.”
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¡HELP!
Hi Daniel brühl fandom, especially those who are simping for Laszlo Kreizler.
Ages ago, I read a ff about Laszlo falling in love with one of is patients.
I remember the plot, it was the story of a women who's Sara's friend and she suggests her to go to Laszlo due to her problems.
She suffers from panic and anxiety attacks and Laszlo tries to cure her, and one night tries to cure her in a different way (coff* smut *coff) and after that he invites her to the opera but a few misunderstandings happen about a letter (I don't remember what happens) and so she goes but Sara gives her a knife as a defence.
They come back at Laszlo's house after the opera and she feels threatened during a particular situation of sexual tension, so she takes out the knife and then ✨smut✨ again.
IF ANYONE KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT PLEASE TELL MEEEEE
Thank you✨
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Baron Helmut Zemo didn't mean to end up with two superpowered orphans but that's exactly what happened. With the civil war and the American bombings barely behind them, Ultron has come to destroy humanity and ripped the Sokovian capitol out of the ground. They have all already lost so much. What will become of their new strange family?
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Chp one: Zemo rescues two young orphans from the rubble of a bombed building and feels responsible for their safety.
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Fic Title: it rains (it pours)
Ooooh, this sounds like angst. Put under a cut for suicide mentions and death mention
This fic would be a Zemo-centric fic, I think.
Outline:
Starting with the anniversary of Heike and Karl's death.
Oeznik passes on due to a heart attack the day following.
In his grief, he lashes out and breaks up with Bucky.
Bucky leaves, promising to come back. He just wants to give Zemo his space.
Bucky gets hit by a truck as soon as he leaves the building and becomes comatose.
Zemo goes to visit at the hospital, where he isn't allowed to see Bucky.
Zemo goes home and fails a suicide attempt due to Sam coming to check on him.
Zemo ends up in a psych ward for suicidal ideation.
Optional happy ending:
Bucky comes to visit Zemo in the ward, and both are released from the hospital at the same time. They make up and move in together.
Optional sad ending:
Zemo is released from the ward only to hear on the news that Bucky died from his wounds and ends up committing suicide successfully.
#hi#i'm the problem it's me#winterbaron#bucky barnes#bucky tag#winter soldier tag#zemo tag#helmut zemo#winter soldier#angst#tw sui ideation#suicide tw
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It's effortless, really, for Bucky to slip once more beneath the blanket of Hydra’s conditioning; old patterns slipping back into place, nice and easy, as natural as breathing.
Or,
In Madripoor, Selby gets to name her price. Sam and Bucky must keep up the charade for a little while longer.
#bucky#bucky barnes#winter soldier#fatws#my fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#mcu#helmut zemo#sam wilson#sharon carter#angst#whump#ao3
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Baron, Brooder, Soldier, Fuck: chapter 2!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo
Summary: what happens after bucky and zemo are returned to reality?
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Mpreg, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Nesting, monster fucking, Discord: WinterBaron, Angst, Happy Ending, Sad Helmut Zemo, Sad Bucky Barnes, Pining
Word count: 3768 (full: 5737)
Link: Chapter 2
Excerpt:
Bucky resurfaces, sliding into the room like he wants to melt into the shadows. Zemo carefully doesn’t look at him, but he can see Bucky’s eyes flick over to him a few times. He feels the weight of Bucky’s looks and turns his back to him, pretending to fidget with his tea. He hears Sam trying to talk to Bucky, and takes the opportunity to leave the kitchen and get more space between him and Bucky. It’s still too close. He drops into a chair and stares out the window, not registering anything beyond the glass.
a surprise second chapter! no more bunny or monsterfucking, just sad times for Zemo
#winterbaron#bucky barnes#winter soldier#zemo#helmut zemo#monsterfucking#angst#update!!#chapter 2#los hella sad tiempos#pining#fic#fanfic#ao3#sixdemon fic
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Figure My Heart Out - Chapter 7
18+ only.
Bucky Barnes x Black Original Female Character
Chanel, Sam, Bucky, and Zemo are on their way to Madripoor. What can go wrong on a private jet?
#Bucky Barnes#bucky x female reader#bucky smut#bucky x black!reader#bucky fluff#bucky angst#sebastian stan#helmut zemo#sam wilson#tfatws#original character
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The Long Journey Home
Chapter 29: We convince ourselves we deserve even our worst moments
It takes a good memory to accumulate languages. There’s a question buried in the compliment that Bucky’s trying to offer: how many languages do you have? How many might you share? You’ve wondered that same thing. You can’t blame Bucky his curiosity about that history you’ve guarded so closely, the past you’ve only started to share with him in bits and pieces. It was the point of the game of languages you started with him, yes? Or maybe the point was to distract him from other places his mind might go and attempt to lure out that bright smile that warms his features and somehow find a way to hold it in place.
“You know, you don’t owe Sam any money if he doesn’t know I speak Russian.” You can pretend, or try to. It is a double edged sword, your languages. In every place you were from the day you left Sokovia to the day your world shifted again in that bar in Madripoor, every day was a game of chance. Was it better to pretend you didn’t know what was being said, that you couldn’t piecemeal the conversation by leaning on languages you did have? And context clues. There are some gestures that translate universally.
[ find the story on AO3 || Wattpad ]
#the long journey home#imagine helmut zemo#imagine baron helmut zemo#imagine bucky barnes#imagine james buchanan barnes#yes you'll pry buchanan out of my cold dead fingers#zemo reader bucky smut that turned into THERE MUST BE PLOT AND ANGST DARN IT#i know i know it's been far too long hopefully a long chapter begins to make up for it#errr I'll just um... yea I know it probably doesn't
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Not me and @lissarickicyclepath chatting about how Zemo might join Thunderbolts because I don't think he would willingly join and she says:
"Well you have to think about the muilty verse - they might blackmail him with the promise he can get his son again."
-I 😧
#I am speechless#that would hurt#but also I love the angst#it would also make sense as why would Zemo join thunderbolts#it isn't exactly something he would be eager to join#he's happy in prison tbh#zemo#daniel brühl#daniel bruhl#baron helmut zemo#helmut zemo#baron zemo#thunderbolts#marvel
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Bebe y vivirás por siempre (Winterbaron)
Sinopsis: En una visita a su hermana en la ciudad de Londres, el Sargento James "Bucky" Barnes conoce en un baile a un misterioso noble sokoviano que llama su atención, lo quiere conocer a profundidad pero lo que no sabe es que por su curiosidad tendrá que pagar un alto precio.
Etiquetas: James "Bucky" Barnes x Helmut Zemo, vampiros, romance, amor, época victoriana, violencia, sangre.
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#bucky barnes#helmut zemo#fanfiction#fanfiction en español#vampire#bucky angst#bucky fanfic#zemo x bucky#halloween
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Best night of your life (2)
Summary: You get the offer of your life.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plussized!Reader, Implied former Helmut Zemo x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: a lil angst, unrequited feelings (kinda), cocky Bucky, teasing, implied smut, light smut, oral (fem rec), bitchy Peggy Carter
A/N: I love being a tease...
>> Part 1
“Fuck, look at you,” he purrs in your ear. Bucky has you sprawling out on his desk. A very expensive desk. Not that you had the time to get a closer look. He was all too eager to shove you dress up your thighs and spread your legs. “Such a pretty pussy for me to ruin.”
His face ended up between your thighs seconds after he ripped your panties down your trembling legs. “OH GOD,” you grab a fistful of his hair, tugging hard as your legs begin to shake again. “Y-ou didn’t exaggerate.”
Bucky chuckles against your cunt. He gives your thrumming clit a few more kitten licks before he gets up from the floor to lean over your body. Bucky greedily claims your lips, tongue sliding over yours. “That was the most delicious pussy I ever tasted, doll. I hope to do this again with you.”
“More?” you whine. “You promised me the night of my life. Your mouth is very good, but I’m curious if your cock can keep up with your tongue.”
“Sweetness, you won’t survive taking my cock after I ate you out,” he grins. Damn, that man. His second name should be cockiness, not Buchanan. “Let me take you out on a date before I feed this pussy with my cock.”
“Hey, don’t chicken out now,” you mutter. “I want that dick, and I want it now.”
He laughs at your attitude. “Baby doll, I won’t fuck you before we had our first date.” Bucky’s eyes darken when you wrap your legs around his waistline. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”
“Depends…” You watch Bucky place his hands on each side of your head. He cages you with his body, teasing you with the feeling of having him on top of you.
“On what?” He asks.
“If you like a bad girl.”
“I like you,” Bucky claims your lips again. “I think we can find a compromise.”
“Shoot me, Sir.”
He laughs wholeheartedly at your reply. Bucky pecks your lips and pushes off the desk to hold out his hand for you.
“We will go back downstairs, dine together, and after I kicked my guests out, I’m going to ruin this pretty pussy and make you mine…”
Bucky led you back downstairs to dine with you. Now he shoves another canape into your mouth, smirking as you eat out of his hand. Literally…
“Such a good girl for me,” he whispers lowly. His erection prominent in his pants he already imagines how he ruins you the moment the last guest left his house. “I will make you scream my name tonight.”
“I already did,” you cock your head to look at his crotch, “didn’t I? Right after you pushed your thick and talented fingers inside of my greedy hole.”
“Holy,” he curses under his breath. “You dirty girl. Where have you been all my life?” He furrows his brows, expecting an answer.
“I was dating the wrong guys, I guess,” as you run your hands over Bucky’s chest, a pair of jealous eyes follow the motion.
Once again, Margaret didn’t get every man’s attention, because of you.
She grabs Helmut’s wrist to move a little closer to your position.
“Peggy, what’s wrong?” Helmut wants to know. He thought Peggy will be all over him, and now, she seems to be more interested in listening to your and Bucky’s conversation.
“I just want to know how she wants to get rid of the extra calories,” Peggy sneers when you look in her direction. You grit your teeth, ready to give her a snarky comeback.
“Well, that’s easy,” Bucky jumps in. He narrows his eyes at Peggy and smirks, “I will fuck every single calorie out of her body tonight, and every night after. Not that I want her to lose one single pound. Y/N is perfect the way she is and gets me rock-hard.”
You are speechless and just watch Bucky snap his fingers at his bodyguards. “Miss Carter wants to leave my home now. Make sure she finds her way.” He says, nodding at Helmut. “You are welcome to join her.”
Bucky smirks when you pounce on him. You press your lips to his ear, and purr. “How about you kick all of them out right now and fuck me on that buffet. I’m on the menu tonight…”
“Fuck, I knew it was the best decision of my life to order food from this catering company…”
>> Part 3
Tags in reblog.
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#mafia au#Best night of your life (2)#mobster!bucky#mobster!bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fanfiction
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