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clacefe · 2 years

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Lifeline

Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Summary: Your husband comforts you after a terrible experience.

Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault, hurt & comfort.

(This happened to me a couple of months ago, and I didn't have a Zemo to comfort me. Please, if you have any troubles regarding SA, my messages are open.)

You did your best to hold in your hiccups as you walked back to your shared apartment. Your form was trembling slightly as you clutched your handbag closer to you; a form of security, perhaps even comfort.

With every look a random man on the street gave you as you passed them, you immediately turned your head and started walking a bit faster. Once your apartment building got into view, you almost ran to the front door.

You spammed the lift button, praying it’d come sooner than usual. The doors opened smoothly with a ding, and you dove in, immediately pressing the button of the uppermost floor.

Your breathing started to pick up again, the metal box appearing smaller and smaller with each inhale. The doors couldn’t have opened soon enough, and your hands shook as you tried to find your keys.

Your legs gave out on you, and you slid down the wall, gasping for breath. Your eyes caught the glint of the doorbell, and praying that Helmut was already home, you rang it. Again. And Again.

You were about to push it for the fourth time, until your husband opened the door, mumbling about the impoliteness of the person ringing the bell.

But then he saw you, eyes red-rimmed and body shaking. He immediately crouched next to you and started talking. You saw his mouth move but couldn’t understand what he was saying. It felt like you were underwater, drowning, unable to hear, unable to breathe with just the burn in your lungs accompanying you.

“Helmut,” his name escaped your mouth with a whimper, it being the only thing you’re able to say.

The moment that he picked you up from the floor, you looped your arms around his neck, burying your head there as well.

He sat down on the couch with you in his lap. Being in his arms made your breathing even out a bit. Like the water was being pulled out of your lungs, and you could finally breathe again.

“Mīla, what happened?” his voice was dripping with concern.

You closed your eyes tightly, the pit in your stomach deepening as you recalled what happened.

“I- I was on the metro, like usual, you know? Of course with me being stupid, I took it during rush hour. And well, it, uh, it was packed. The- the man behind me–” you had to stop, screwing your eyes shut and burying your head once again in Helmut’s neck.

His grip tightened on you, and after inhaling deeply, he asked, “What did he do, mīlulis?”

“He- he started grinding his… his–” You burst out in tears again, clinging to your husband as if he was your lifeline.

Zemo didn’t need to hear anything more, he understood what happened, and he was murderous. But the killing could happen at a later date, right now he had a wife to take care of.

He put his finger under your chin and tilted your head to meet his gaze. The tears swimming in your eyes made him want to hide you away from this cruel world.

“Oh, mīla, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. But I’m here now. How about I run you a bath?”

You nodded silently, wanting that disgusting man’s touch off of your body.

You held his hand tightly as he led you to the lavish bathroom in the penthouse. He set you down on a stool near the bath and opened the faucet, letting hot water rush down.

Then he turned to you and gently started to undress you, opening the buttons of your blouse one by one and letting it slide down your shoulders. Once you were fully rid of clothing, he took your hand and helped you sit down in the bath.

He started with your favourite soap first, the smell soothing you as well as his touch. Then he used the shampoo, and in no time you were towelled down and ushered into the softest pair of pyjamas you owned.

You two lay down on the king-sized bed, the sheets rustling beneath you. For a moment, there was only silence. Just the two of you, and nothing else.

“It’s all my fault,” you whispered your voice hoarse, “if I’d just stayed half an hour extra at work…”

Helmut climbed on top of you and cupped your cheeks, “Hey, this isn’t your fault, you understand?”

You looked at him, still unconvinced.

He kissed your forehead. “You’re strong.”

Then your cheek. “And brave.”

He started trailing kisses all over your body, whispering encouraging things after each one.

And by the end of the night, as you lay naked next to your husband, you couldn’t help but feel that he was right after all of his loving touches.

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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Deceitfuldevout's Marvel Masterlist:

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

One-Shots:

An Eye for an Eye - Dark!Helmut Zemo x Sheild!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704581646926626816/an-eye-for-an-eye?source=share

Sold - Dark!Suagrdaddy!Baron Zemo x SugarBaby!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704641875247874048/sold?source=share

Trust - Dark!Stucky x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704649373631528960/trust?source=share

Red Daughter - Dark!Steve Rogers x ExHydra!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704649377217724416/red-daughter?source=share

Sleeping Beauty - Dark!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704649380328882176/sleeping-beauty?source=share

The Passenger - Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704662523144765440/the-passenger?source=share

Smile - Dark!MidnightSons x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/716976143318876160/smile?source=share

Ruining America's Sweetheart - Dark!Steve Rogers x Sidekick!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/726011254129524736/americas-sweetheart?source=share

Series:

Brooklyn Baby - Dark!Billy Russo x Rawlins!Reader: 🔞❤️🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/728281624940331008/brooklyn-baby-masterlist?source=share

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stuckybarton · 2 years

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What Has Been What Can Never Be IX

Summary: Steve Rogers had returned to the past, hoping to move on from the chaos of the future. Leaving the woman that had loved him as someone more than just the persona of Captain America and his best friend that has always been with him until the end of the line. But as he had come to settle in this new life back in his own time, regret was somehow coming to follow. When he decides to return to the present, things have changed and you, the woman that had always promised to be there for him was now happy with his best friend as the two of you moved on with your lives without Steve Rogers in it. Characters: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Ex!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader; Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter. Sam Wilson. Helmut Zemo. Words: 1,267 Warnings: None

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"We should get started with decorating."

Bucky Barnes could only smile at the sight of you, slumped onto the coach you had once moved together when you decided to make a home for yourself here in Louisiana--and by extension, he would also find himself staying here for as long as you would want him to. He was hoping it was for a long time but at the same time he didn't want to overstay his welcome and the idea of finding a place for himself here also came to mind and was something he would need to talk to Sam about the next time he visits.

"Says the gal that is still on the coach wasting the day away." he teased knowing how much you loved to nap during the afternoons.

He couldn't help it, but his eyes were glued to you. How in a ratty oversized shirt that he was starting to think was his, and the most worn-out daisy dukes--you were still the prettiest girl he has ever seen in his life. More than any gal he has ever dated in his lifetime before the fall. How your beaming eyes, as sleepy as they were had focused on him especially after calling you out for your own bullshit, and your lips pouty for being caught redhanded.

"Can we take a nap first, then decorate after?" You propositioned, scooting onto the coach to give him more space and to which he didn't even dare to refuse. Any moment he gets to spend time with you, to touch you and to hold you--he will take, one way or another.

Making his way to the couch, his body had completely occupied the furniture and left you with no other choice but to laid on top of his chest--but from the smile on your lips, you looked like you didn't even mind it as much. The way your arms had found their way around his torso, and the way you snuggled your cheeks against his chest, you looked at your most comfortable.

"What do you want to do to your office?" You inquired.

"It's up to you." Bucky shrugged not really knowing or wanting to put what he wants into consideration knowing this is still your house. "And since when did I have an office in your house?" He inquired looking down at you, eyes now closed as you were in your most comfortable snuggled on his chest.

"This is your home too, James. You promised neve to leave me, so I promise to make this as much of a home for you as it is for me now." Your words pierced right through his heart and in that very moment, when the the time was to ever come, he wants to make you a wife, his wife. To finally give you the life that you deserve and to finally let his own demons rest along with your own.

You both deserve it, when all was said and done.

"I love you, Doll." He whispered, smiling at the light snores that had replaced your usual quick response. "I promise to make you happy as you always deserved to be."

Months had now passed since everything had happened between you and with Bucky and your relationship was growing stronger than you had actually thought it ever could. Fights weren't as frequent but they do happen. Disagreements about the little things around the house and for dangerous mission either or both of you would be a part of, but you always talk things through, there was never a day that either of you would sleep angry at each other--with any mission that might need to separate the both of you, he would often call or you would, and talk things through as much as a distance call could possibly do for the limited time.

You could never truly see yourself anywhere else but in the man's arms. He was everything you could ever ask in a partner--more than you could ever ask of anyone in your life that had been a part of it.

"Stephen Strange is a Wizard without the hat." Sam had continued on, trying to convince you and Bucky about the man being part of his so-called big three.

"If we're going to be making that same argument then if I were to wear a hat, would I also be called a Wizard without a hat?" You tried to reason with Sam.

The silence of the man meant he had met his match. Bucky kissing you on the temple was enough thanks as the man could give without outwardly stating so. You could only smile and watched Sam decide to change the subject instead. Mentioning the small little fact that Sharon would be coming to visit, for leisure or for a mission--you were still unsure at the moment.

"Been too long since we've last seen her, since she got pardon like the both of you." Sam spoke, tone getting serious and it made you wonder, if he knew something you didn't. If he and Bucky knew something you didn't.

"What has she been up to?" You inquired.

"Works with Fury and Agent Hill." It was now Bucky that answered. "Helps with the clean up after the post-blip fiasco, especially when it comes to the Flag Smashers." He continued on.

You nodded, happy to know that Sharon was rebuilding her life after the mess Steve had actually place her into all those years ago. In more way than one, the people you had spent your time with post-blip were slowly but surely making a life for themselves. You wonder what else you could do with your life now, aside from the missions General Ross would find himself involving you; you had a home with your boyfriend, friends in the form of Sam, Sarah, and even Helmut in the rare instances of visiting him in the Raft.

"Happy that we can catch up with her." You point out. "Might even get some juicy info with what she's been up to this past few months." You added and brows raised at the shared look between your boyfriend and your friend. "Anything I need to know?"

"Sharon's got some issues with General Ross and we haven't gone around and told her about you--working for the man."

"I don't work for him. I'm simply tied to an agreement with the man." You spoke honestly, never truly telling either of them your continued association with Ross and what it meant for you when the time comes. You could simply act like you were a recruiter for the man for whatever disaster he was about to create for himself. Not your monkey, not your circus.

"What's the catch?" Sam inquired. "There is always a catch when it comes to them. What did he agree to do for you in return?"

"A favor." It was more than any of them could ever truly understand. It was more than Zemo's freedom, as temporary as it could be in the moment, it was the small little hope that still lingered in the back of your mind.

"What favor?"

"Nothing you should worry about."

But that was far from what the pair had done. The precaution that came with working with working directly for the government after everything that had occurred with the Accords and for the man responsible for the fracture of the one stable Avengers. They had every right to be worried, especially with you slowly but surely getting more and more intertwined with the very things you hoped to stop yourself from becoming.

A weapon.

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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A Game for Two

A Sokovian Lovers Mafia!AU

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader x Heike Zemo

Summary: You’ve been working undercover as the mob boss Zemo’s assistant, but tonight you’ve decided to come clean to him.

Warnings [18+]: oral (female receiving), criminal environment, spanking, leather gloves? If there’s anything else let me know

A/N: I was looking through my marvel fics Google doc and I found this finished fic and I thought it would be a shame not to post it even though I’m not actively writing for this pairing anymore, I haven’t proofread this since whenever I finished it so sorry if there’s tons of mistakes or if it’s bad

I don’t even know if my readers for this pairing are still even here but I thought I might as well post it

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Eight months. That’s how long you’ve been working for the mob boss Helmut ‘The Baron’ Zemo as his assistant. Eight months that you’ve spent undercover for the FBI. Though your reports have slowly become more and more sparse as you feel increasingly unwilling to betray the trust that Zemo and his wife have extended to you.

Eight months of your guilt steadily creeping up on you. Until you can’t take it. You consider calling your superiors and asking for a transfer. With the reduced quality of your reports, they’d probably be happy to move you elsewhere. But you can’t. You’d be put into witness protection, and never see them again. Zemo and Heike have only ever been honest with you. The least you can do is be honest with them, even if the consequences are horrific for you.

So you come clean with Zemo. One night, when he’s visiting one of his clubs, you ask to speak to him. The VIP lounge feels private despite being in the centre of the club. Heike is sitting at the bar, and you can’t help but glance over at her as Zemo invites you to sit on the couch in front of him. You take a deep breath, before explaining everything to him. His face is serious. You recognise his expression. It’s the face he always uses during meetings, not the stern face he uses on you that has a soft twinkle in his eyes.

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“On the instances where you’ve proved your loyalty to me, were they genuine?” You know what he’s talking about. The night you saved their lives. The night you took a bullet for him. It wasn’t deep, or too serious, but that was what solidified his trust in you. The trust you had just broken. The trust that you never deserved. You nod weakly, your voice quivering,

“I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Either of you.” He leans back in his chair casually as he continues to consider you.

“Once you leave here, will you return to your colleagues in law enforcement?” You’re rather thrown by this question. He said when you leave here? Is this a trick question? Or is he letting you go? You shake your head,

“No, I won’t go back there.”

“So, through telling me the truth, you’ve put both your position here and at the authorities at risk?” He asks, fully knowing the answer. You nod. “I think such a sacrifice deserves a reward, don’t you?” You shake your head hurriedly, not liking where this is going.

“Oh, I really don’t need anything sir. It’s absolutely fine.” You stammer.

“You’ve been eyeing my wife ever since you sat down.”

“Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’d never-“

“She wants you too.”

“She- what?” He nods,

“As her husband I vowed to always give her what she wants. I mean, look at her. Could you deny her anything?” He gestures in her direction with his drink, and you follow the action.

“No, I couldn’t.” You admit, as you watch her laugh with the bartender.

“Then we’re on the same page.” You turn your gaze back to him. “Go over there and show her a good time.”

“A good time?” You echo. He nods,

“You have permission to do anything she’s comfortable with.”

“Sir, I don’t think I can. I mean, are you sure?” Your eyes frantically bounce around the room before landing back on him, he returns your gaze with a hard stare.

“Not everyone would have the courage to admit who they are to me. For that, I respect your honesty. However, should you displease my wife in any way, I will show you exactly what I do to spies. And I assure you, you won’t enjoy it. Is that understood?” You swallow hard,

“Yes sir.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.” You would feel a little lighter - having finally confessed - though all you can feel is on edge as you head towards the bar. You order a drink in an attempt to settle your nerves. You take a sip of your drink and think things over. Having seen them do this before, you know this is a trick. That no matter what you do, you’ll be in the wrong. If you don’t please his wife, he’ll punish you for disobeying an order. If you do, he’ll probably punish you for touching her. You’ll need to be smart to pull this off. You make your way over to her, engaging in a little conversation but she knows what you’re there to do. Zemo must have given her some sort of non-verbal instruction. She allows you to buy her a drink, and she makes several excuses to touch you. You can feel Zemo’s eyes on you, and he’s not the only one. The entire club seems to be keeping their attention on you, knowing that you’re in for the beating of your life if you get too friendly with her. Unfortunately for you that’s exactly what the Baron told you to do. You take her hand and pull her to the dance floor, where it’s a little more crowded and the people are mostly distracted. You keep her body close to yours, though she’s the one who grinds her hips against you. You slip your arms around her, a hand pressing against the small of her back as you move your leg between her thighs. Even with the noise of the club, you can hear her sharp inhale.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You purr against her ear. “Grinding against me on the dance floor like a horny teenager.” She’s already whimpering, her nails digging into your biceps. You look across the room, eyes meeting Zemo’s as he watches the two of you. The look he’s giving you nearly has your fight or flight kicking in. You’re almost running out of the club and fleeing the country. Then Heike’s nails run down your arms and you shudder, bringing you back to the beauty in your arms. You keep your eyes fixed on Zemo’s as you nibble on her earlobe. “What would your husband say about this?” You move both of your hands down to grasp at the soft flesh of her cheeks. She gasps as you slowly knead your hands against her skin, her body now flush against yours. “He’s rough with you isn’t he, sweetheart?” You murmur against her neck, pressing gentle kisses to the possessive hickies already adorning her skin. “Although I bet you like that, don’t you?” She nods hurriedly. “Well too bad,” you breathe out a laugh. “Because I am going to take you apart inch by inch.” She whines at your confession. “And I am going to take my sweet time doing it.” You pause, before leaning close to her ear and whispering, “And he’s going to watch every second.” Her eyes fly open and you grin as you take her hand and pull her through the crowd. If you’re doing this, you might as well go all out. With a gentle push from you, she sits down on the sofa opposite her husband. Zemo’s eyebrow lifts momentarily, and you’ve evidently gained his interest. You lean over her body, capturing her lips in yours as your fingers brush along the hem of her dress. When you pull away she attempts to chase your lips despite how breathless she’s become. You take a hold of the fabric of her dress before looking up at her.

“May I?” She makes eye contact with Zemo over your shoulder and he must have given her some sort of confirmation as she nods at you.

“Yes please.” You press another kiss to her lips with a smirk,

“So well mannered.” You purr against her ear as you slide your hands up her thighs to push the dress to her waist. Once that’s done you kneel between her legs, your face level with her knees which you take in each hand and part them to reveal the glistening heat between her legs. You nuzzle your face against one of her thighs, before trailing your lips down to press a soft kiss next to her inner knee. She whimpers when your teeth scrape over the skin there and you grin up at her. “So sensitive.” You muse as you make your way up her thigh. As promised, you take your time, tracing patterns into her skin with your mouth. The marks you leave are small, you don’t want Zemo to get jealous. She whines when you reach the apex of her thighs, as if she’s expecting you to pull away. Her husband is most definitely a tease. Your theory is proven when she gasps at the swipe of your tongue between her folds, her hips jerk towards your mouth, and you press your hands down on her thighs to hold her in place. You trace over her with your tongue, taking your time to both her pleasure and frustration. Squeezing her thighs as they twitch, you ensure she stays wide open as you find the spot that makes her cry out, before doubling your efforts. All you can hear is her ragged breathing and broken moans. Then she’s crying out your name, begging and pleading for you not to stop. Zemo’s right, you couldn’t deny her anything, and she’s soon shuddering under your hold. You spend some time cleaning her up with your tongue, being careful not to push her too far. Then there’s a hand in your hair, pulling you back sharply. You glance around, as the sudden silence dawns on you. The club is empty. Zemo tightens his hold on your hair.

“You know, I usually kill the people who dare to touch my wife.” You swallow hard as he releases you. He sits back on the sofa, leaning back casually. You nod, before lifting your gaze to meet his eyes,

“I figured.” A minute smile traces his lips as he considers the sight before him, you on your knees waiting for his verdict. You had read Heike so well. None of the others had cared so much about her pleasure over their own. And you respected him. Even when he was threatening your life. That was such a rarity in his line of business. He gestures between Heike and you,

“That was your reward for telling me the truth.” You eye him nervously, a spark of curiosity lingering in your eyes. “Now for your punishment.” He looks across at Heike. “Darling?” She moves to sit next to him before leaning to whisper in his ear. He seems to agree with whatever she says, then he turns back to you, “Come here.” He pats the space next to him and you sit there feeling on edge. Heike hands him a pair of black leather gloves which he begins to pull on. “As this is a punishment, I would like you to last as long as I deem appropriate. However, should you want this to stop, you need only ask. Yes?” You nod. A small frown of confusion crinkles your brow but as he drapes you over his lap you begin to understand what is about to happen. Heike sits facing you, as your head settles on her thighs. She takes your hands and places them above your head to rest beside her hips. Zemo begins to undo your trousers and you lift your hips to help him pull them off. His fingers trace the waistband of your panties, the cold leather of his gloves making you shiver. “Would you like these on or off?” You swallow hard,

“Off please.” He hums approvingly, slipping the fabric down your legs. He smooths his hand over the skin he’s just revealed. The first blow catches you off guard, drawing a cry that’s muffled against Heike’s thighs. Your fingers grip onto her hips as you try to find something to keep you grounded.

“Count for me, Draga.” He tells you. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. Your voice shakes a little when you speak,

“One.” He brings his hand down on you again, and your nails dig into Heike’s skin. She doesn’t react to it, simply petting your hair as you squirm on her husband’s lap. “Two.” You gasp out. After the third slap, the tears are streaming down your face. He certainly isn’t gentle, and the leather stings against your bare skin. Your voice breaks as you choke out, “Three.” He seems to keep to a pattern, allowing you a moment to breathe and cry out the number between each smack. Some subconscious part of you relaxes into the repetition, despite the pain. “Four.” Your grip on Heike doesn’t loosen the entire duration of your punishment and her skin is damp from your tears. “F- five.” You breathe out.

“You’ll have to be a little louder next time, darling.” Heike encourages, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. You nod hurriedly. The strength of his blows is unchanging, and you cry out a broken, “Six.”

“Good girl.” Heike coos and you whimper at her praise, a sharp contrast from her husband’s actions. Ten strikes is the limit on what Zemo is willing to push you to tonight. Heike guides you into her arms and you cling onto her, your hands shaking as she smooths over your arms soothingly. “You’re done darling. All done.” She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer to her. “You did so well.” You bury your face against her chest, before risking a glance at Zemo. He’s pulled the gloves off and he extends his hands towards you slowly.

“Can I touch you?” He asks you. His care makes the tears well up again in your eyes again, and you nod. He cups your face gently, his eyes meeting yours. “She’s right, you were so good for us.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks, wiping the tears away. “All’s forgiven now.” He kisses you softly on the forehead. “You understand why I punished you, don’t you?” You nod,

“Because I lied to you.” He nods,

“Not only that, but you put yourself in danger because of that lie.” You nod in agreement. “And have you learnt your lesson?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He pulls you into his arms, smoothing a hand over your hair. “We’re going to take care of you now Draga.”

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hope-to-hell · 2 years

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Confusion. Helmut Zemo x Reader. Smut, blood, angst. He’s not an easy man to get along with. He has a habit of disappearing.

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This is you gaping around a clever finger that’s no longer there; you stand on quaking legs here on this staircase at the end of the world— not the world, not properly, but your world. All around are the wet rattling sounds of the unlucky, and in the midst of all this you are alone and afraid with the need still drying on your thighs. You are here, and he is— well—

No, not like that.

No? Alright. Let’s try it like this: he’s in you when it happens, driving in mercilessly with every movement making your skin scrape against the bricks. He thrusts and gasps and now the blood is spreading on his shirt. But he finishes the job, doesn’t he, closing the circle with his seed. It’ll be warm in you long after he’s gone cold.

That doesn’t quite feel right either, does it? The truth of it is that everything is shattered glass. There is no whole, no cohesive memory you can look at and say this is how it was. But one thing is certain: he was there, and then he wasn’t. He pulled you back behind the garden wall to run his palm up your thigh, and then you were here in a too-big winter coat with your legs bare and the marble steps stealing warmth from your feet.

I told you. Not like that. If he were gone I’d surely feel it; a man like that doesn’t die without tearing a hole in the world.

One more try, then. It’s only fitting that he’d leave confusion in his wake; Helmut thrives on misdirection, and whether or not he meant for this to happen, he will let the wind blow him away like smoke. He adapts and he survives. He lets the wreckage of other lives fall around him, and when the dust settles he decides where he should aim his vengeance.

(He looks up from between your legs and says cover your ears. You can’t hear shit for days after, but he killed a man with two fingers in your cunt and his chin slickly dripping. And with the spray of blood still cooling on your skin he smears his wet glove over your hip and whispers secrets deep inside your flesh.

You look so good in red. I want to see you wear it more often.)

This is the difficulty, then: he. is. gone. Alive or dead, he left you alone and whether you resent his departure or hope for his return is all up to you. And hope is so hard in this bleak new world; every day seems a little colder and lonelier than the one before, but you banked the fire deep in your belly to keep that little seed of hope alive.

He always wore his loss like armor, but even were his wife and child still with him— and isn’t that a thorn in you, to work him open to find their faces still glaring out at you from between his ribs— even were they still with him, his subtle anger would drive him forward. Sooner or later some personal injustice would leave his finger heavy on the trigger. Sooner or later he would find a body where he could try to deposit the parts of himself he didn’t want to keep.

But he feels for you, doesn’t he? (Felt. Feels. Who can say the tense in which he possesses you?) He left you pomegranates by the bed and smiled to see their juice running sticky down your skin, and when he licked you clean he left burning sparks in his wake. He spat his venom into your navel and onto your tongue; do you remember how it felt to find out you liked that after all?

(Mine. He sucks bruises into your flesh and bites deep; when he lets go, sensation rushes in and leaves you gasping. This is how you learn to live. Take this pain into yourself and let it make you stronger. You’ll find the beauty of receiving agony and— and he can’t finish the thought, not with pleasure bursting through him; he is thick and hard and pulsing red—

Red—

Blood on the walls, on the floor, on the bare bulb of the lamp where it fell. Blood and semen mixing in a puddle as he grins through pink froth and turns toward the door. Good evening, gentlemen. You’re late.)

Helmut holds a taut line in his hand; at one end is rain on a ruined city, bone and cobblestones beneath his feet. It is cold and growing dark, and when he listens through the rain he hears the faintest footsteps on the path. He sighs and slips a hand into his pocket. Here it ends.

At the line’s other end is a warm bed and a window overlooking the canal; he could cross the threshold with muddy boots and tear his gloves off with his teeth to get his hands on you. He could look you up and down; he could run his thumbs across your belly and over your iliac crest. We live by a series of beginnings.

Will you stay this time?

Perhaps. It’s not an answer. It never is. He weighs the line in his hand. He takes a knife and cuts through it.

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lokislittlemidgardian · 1 year

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Can we get a Zemo caregiver moodboard please?

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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Prinzessin 👑

Zemo x Reader

Zemo is out of prison and gets to see his wife (you) for the first time in years. No mention of past trauma, just fluffy romantic smut. Still absolute filth though. Set during episode 3 of FATWS. Originally posted on AO3, the paragraph formatting on tumblr went a bit wonky lol, more wholesome than I’m used to writing tbh but Zemo just really wants an heir to inherit his title.

Warnings: 18+, slightly Dom Zemo, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), Zemo has a huge praise kink, fingering, multiple orgasms.

Word count: 3,050

Minors do not interact

When you had seen the call pop up on your phone you were hardly sure whether to answer it or not. You were never keen on answering calls from unknown number but you accepted the call and held the phone to your ear nonetheless.

“Prinzessin?” Your heart almost stopped. Only your husband ever called you that. He had been in prison for years now but you could recognise that voice anywhere. It had to be him.

“Helmut?” You questioned, hoping you were right. You could practically hear him smiling down the phone at the sound of his name on your lips. It had been far too long since he had last heard your voice. “Where are you? Are you out?” You asked, barely more than a hushed whisper, hoping against all reason that you were right.

“Yes Prinzessin, I am free. I am safe. I will send you coordinates, meet me there my love.” With that, your husband hung up the phone. You couldn’t help but notice how his accent was still thick after all the time spent in prison. In the back of your mind you had always a known this day was coming. Helmut Zemo was a brilliant man with a fantastic brain, it was only a matter of time before some other interested party found a way to free him from prison. You were just glad no harm had come to him in the process. Soon enough your phone pinged with a text message from the same number. Before you knew it, you had a bag packed and were on a plane to Madripoor. You were practically trembling with excitement as you walked into the safe house, careful you were not being followed. You stepped inside discreetly, careful not to draw any attention to yourself.

Once inside you were greeted by a beautiful welcome area. Your shoes clicked softly on the wooden floor beneath you. The room smelled of fresh coffee and dust, while it was obvious that this safe house didn’t see a lot of use, you could tell it had been recently occupied.

“My love?” You heard your husband call before he appeared, walking in from a room to your right. His warm smile when he saw you was infectious, just as loving and giddy as he had been all those years ago when you had first met. He wasted no time in crossing the space between you two, your bag dropped to the ground unceremoniously as your arms laced around his neck. His hands moved to your face by instinct, fingers cupping your jaw in a light but insistent way as he crashed his lips against yours. You could feel how his lips were still curled into a smile as they moved against your own. His left hand wandering to your hair, trying desperately to pull you closer, doing everything in his power to make up for all the lost time with this one moment. You couldn’t even guess how long you had stayed that way for before both of you separated, flushed and gasping for air. The need for the other’s touch being greater than the need to breathe. Even as your lips parted, he didn’t let you go entirely. He kept your face close to his, thumb stroking along your cheekbone, almost as if he was scared you would be gone again if he let you go. You had to admit, the Baron looked stunning in his dark, high-necked sweater but the fur lined coat interested you most. To anyone else he may have looked imposing but you knew your husband better than to believe he was capable of causing you any harm. He was absolutely devoted to you, as you have been to him. His lips were pink and swollen and looked absolutely perfect as he drank you in. He smelled of the same cologne he always had, something lavish and expensive. Smelling it again almost made your knees weak after such a passionate kiss.

“H-how did you-.” You began but weren’t given the chance to finish asking your question before your husband had crashed his lips against yours once more, the same passion returning tenfold as his tongue moved instantly against yours. You let out a tiny, breathy moan at his urgency which didn’t go unnoticed by your husband. He would have been more than happy to admit he was desperate to feel your body again. You had both spent so long being denied the pleasures of each other’s bodies that despite how much he longed to tell you all the details of his escape from prison, feeling you again was higher on his list of priorities. Despite himself, he pulled away slightly, only long enough to swoop you up in his arms and carry you to a lavish bedroom. Before you knew it, you were being dropped gently onto silk sheets, with one strong arm either side of your head as the Baron continued his assault on your mouth. He was needier than before, the years of neglect driving him almost mad now that he had you here with him in the flesh. Tiny gasps escaped from you as he bit your bottom lip between his teeth, his hands moving to make quick work of your jacket. Back when you two first met he would have been embarrassed by how much his lust was consuming him in this moment. He was always known for holding his cards very close to his chest, never wanting to give anything away but as his wife, you knew him better. He knew he had nothing to hide from you. You sucked at his neck, marking him as yours while he worked to rid you of your shirt and bra, tossing both on the floor unceremoniously. He pressed, nipping, open mouthed kisses down your chest before biting gently on your right nipple in the way he always knew you liked. Your moans of his name falling from your lips only encouraged him to continue, tongue driving you wild as he pressed it flat against your nipple after a particularly rough bite. While switching sides to give your left nipple the same attention, he used one hand to unbutton your trousers, slipping his hand under the fabric to play with you over your panties.

“Oh my love, you are a soaked little mess.” He practically groaned, feeling how slick you were without even having to move your panties out of the way. Truth be told, you had been like this since you took your seat on the plane to Madripoor but between the continued assault on your nipple and the gentle teasing the Baron was providing between your legs, you could hardly find the words to tell him. He looked up at you with a hunger you had never seen before. Of course, your wedding night had been passionate but this was something else. He was looking at you now like he was ready to entirely lose himself in you. You were an angel in his eyes, all that kept him sane in prison was the thought of making it back to you. And now here you were. He pulled your shoes off before pulling your trousers down your legs, letting them land on the carpeted floor in a heap. You probably should have felt exposed like this, in only a tiny pair of soaked through panties, with Helmut Zemo still fully clothed but you were too lost in your desire to notice.

“Helmut please, please touch me.” Your little needy cry came after he had spent too long tracing one finger over the length of your clothed pussy.

“Anything for you, my Prinzessin.” He whispered softly, watching your face as he slipped just one finger under the thin material and into your soaked pussy. He studied your face as it contorted in pleasure, your little gasps encouraging him as his finger curled just right. His pace was slow but it still felt magical “God my love, you are so tight.” He mused, watching from between your legs as you lay spread on the sheets in front of him. Without warning, he pushed your panties aside and added a second finger and at the same time, pressed his tongue firmly against your clit. The sensations were nearly overwhelming as you involuntarily bucked your hips against his hands and mouth, trying desperately to get more. He had you right on the edge and you knew he had only just started. You could tell by his confident smirk that he knew it as his fingers flexed inside you. “Such a good little kitten for me, you have no idea how much I’ve missed tasting this sweet little pussy.” He praised, finishing his sentence with a broad stroke of his tongue, from where his fingers were driving in and out of you, up to your clit. “You’re so good for me. Look at how you’re practically riding my hand, hmm? So needy and wet. Can’t get enough can you?” He teased with his thick accent, knowing it would only heighten your pleasure. Your legs were shaking with need and he didn’t have the heart to make you wait any longer. He leaned down and sucked gently on your clit. The hand that wasn’t driving into your pussy reached up and tugged your nipples and you knew you were done for.

“Oh my god, Helmut, fuck!” You squealed, feeling your orgasm hit you like a train. Clenching tight around his fingers, your thighs also tightened around his head, keeping him in place as you took the chance to ride out your orgasm on his tongue. Your husband didn’t stop his assault on your body until he sensed he was giving you too much. Your body was tense with over sensitivity when he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean while you watched.

“So delicious my love, you did so well for me.” He sighed softly, leaning over to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue and if anything it made you want him more. His hand tangled in your hair as you moved to push his coat down his arms. He removed his sweater, leaving him in just his dark trousers. His skin was undeniably pale from spending so long deprived of sunlight, or perhaps the dark material of the trousers just made the contrast even more noticeable. Either way, you couldn’t give it much thought at that point, working instead to undo his belt and push the trousers down his toned legs. His boxers were undeniably tented and you took great pleasure in ridding him of them, letting his hard cock spring free. His tip was dark and already slick with precum, his eyelids heavy as you gave him a firm stroke, remembering exactly how responsive he is as a deep moan caught in his throat. As much as you wanted to draw this out, neither of you had the resolve for that. It had been far too long. You gave him a couple more strokes before climbing on top of him, straddling him. The head of his cock between your wet lips felt heavenly, teasing as you rutted back and forth on top of him, not allowing him to enter you just yet. His little gasps were encouragement enough as he groaned praises against your mouth. “You feel so good on me Prinzessin. Need you my love. That pretty little pussy is already dripping onto my cock. Can you feel how wet you are for me?” His praise never seemed to stop as he grasped your waist, letting you slick his cock thoroughly. After a few moments you reached down and grasped him, positioning him at your entrance before slowly sliding down on his length. The stretch had both of you gasping, your bare chest pressed against your husband’s as you gave yourself a moment to adjust to his size. “That’s it my love, taking me so well, just like I knew you would.” He encouraged as you slowly started to bounce up and down on his member. Your little needy moans getting louder as you became accustomed to his size. God, you just felt so full. Anchoring your hands on his shoulders, you bounced on his cock as the praise continued. “Yes my love, I can tell you’re enjoying this, you missed feeling me fill you up. You don’t need to tell me, this pretty little cunt is giving it away. Squeezing me so tight.” If Helmut Zemo had one thing, it was a filthy mouth. Your body ached from the position, your legs growing tired but his head was hitting so nicely inside you it would have killed you to move.

“W-want you to fill me Helmut.” You moaned out, turning quickly into a panting mess.

“Really my Prinzessin, is that what you want? Want me to cum in this sweet little pussy? How about I do just that? Fill you up with my cum? You would look so beautiful carrying my heir for me. Is that what you would like? Do you want me to make sure your little belly is full of my seed?” He mused filthily against your ear, beginning to thrust from underneath you. His words and the intensity of his thrusts had you practically falling apart, orgasm building in you before you even had a chance to warn him. Before you knew it, your pussy was clenching around him and you were babbling nonsense about wanting to give him his heir. Prison really must have given him plenty of time to think. Your fingernails had left deep scratches down his arms but he did not seem to care as you came down from your second high. “You know cumming without my permission is against the rules, my love. But I’ll let you off just this once.” He smiled softly, placing loving kisses against your neck as you fell boneless against his firm chest. He let you take as long as you wanted like that, neglecting his own pleasure to ensure you knew this moment was borne out of love. As much as he longed to be giving you another orgasm, he needed to ensure you knew how much he deeply cared for you. After a few minutes of you regaining your strength, he urged you to lie back on the bed, one hand coming to cradle your face, the other pushing his cock back inside you. You certainly had no objections to this new position, given that your legs felt weak from riding him with such intensity. He kissed you lovingly as he established a decent pace, letting your moans and whimpers help him gauge when he needed to speed up as your pleasure built up once more. His lips only left yours to suck bruises on your neck and his praise continued against your ear. “You’re taking me so well my love, you feel amazing. God I have missed you, missed being buried deep inside you like this. Gonna cum in this little pussy, I will make sure you and my baby never want for anything.” He was practically trembling with the need to fill you, his own release building quickly.

“We will need nothing now that we have you Helmut.” Your promises broken by soft moans as he thrust into you. Carefully, you lifted one leg over his shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper into you than you could even have imagined was possible. His eyes fluttered shut as he increased his pace once more, chasing a high that was long overdue.

“Touch yourself Prinzessin, cum one more time for me.” He moaned, knowing that he was close. You did as he asked, fingers moving skilfully against your own bundle of nerves as he watched your face contort in pleasure. Within minutes, you were just as close as he was, ready to fall over the edge with him. “Cum for me my love.” He encouraged, watching as your fingers sped up, pussy twitching deliciously around his throbbing cock. Once he felt your orgasm start, he knew he was done for. He fucked you through your high before giving one particularly hard thrust as he filled you with his seed. The force of his orgasm had him trembling above you, barely even able to hold himself up. You reached a hand up to cup his face, stroking your thumb lovingly over his cheekbone as he came down from his explosive high. The sound of your heavy breathing mixing with his was all that could be heard as he slowly pulled out of you and rolled onto the silk sheets beside you. You wasted no time curling up beside him as he wrapped his arms around you, feeling absolutely boneless from three orgasms. He loved these moments, the ones with his loving wife pressed against him, knowing she was safe and satisfied, knowing that everything he cared about in the world was right there in that room with him. After a brief moment tracing little shapes over his bare chest with your fingertips, you spoke. “Did you mean it Helmut? About giving you an heir?” You asked softly, noticing a slight flush creep over his cheeks.

“I did, my love. I have always longed for a child, a little one to inherit my title when I am gone.” He admitted, pressing a hand lovingly to your lower belly. His face made clear that he was being sincere. The love he had for you was almost radiating from him and you had to admit, it had been lonely while he was in prison. You knew, no matter what happened that both of you would be taken care of. You placed your hand on top of his on your belly and kissed him gently, the fingers of your other hand carding softly through his hair. The silence was not uncomfortable, just heavy as he awaited your response.

“Then I guess there’s no time to waste!” You smiled, his laugh at your eagerness was light and carefree, warming your heart that he felt so relaxed with you. Neither of you made any effort to move.

“Do not worry, my Prinzessin,” he breathed softly, thumb stroking lovingly over your lower belly, “we have all the time in the world now.”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Good Behaviour || b.b & h.z

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader x hubby!Helmut Zemo

Summary: Being married to Zemo meant there was never a dull moment in your life, not even when he is meant to be behind bars. Knowing he is going to be spending the rest of his life there after he is caught, he wants to make sure you are taken care of. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, threesome mmf, dom/sub relationship, oral (both rec), fingering, unprotected sex, buttplug, cream pie, rough deep throat, choking, I think that is everything... WC: 3425

|| Main Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist ||

“Are you really going to just lay there and pretend you don’t know me?” Bucky asked under his breath.

“If you know what is good for you you’ll pretend too.” You hissed back just as quietly and turned as the pool house door was thrown open.

“Ah, there you are my love.” Helmut greeted you as he strolled over to where you were lounging in the sun.

He took a moment to appreciate your body that he worshipped, that was barely covered by the bikini you wore, before taking a seat on the edge and leaning in for a heated kiss. You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you as he blatantly stared but he wisely kept his mouth shut. When you had fooled around with him you had thought your husband was going to be spending the rest of his life rotting in a German maximum security prison, you hadn’t expected him to suddenly turn up at your summer residence. You certainly hadn’t expected your one night stand to be with him.

“You know, the worst thing about that prison wasn’t the food or the company.” Helmut said, turning to Bucky. “No conjugal visits.”

Helmut stood up with your hand in his and pulled you from the sun bed, a smirk cast in Bucky’s direction as he towed you into the main house. It was only as you reached the master bedroom that you pulled him to a stop and crossed your arms over your scantily clad chest.

“What was that back there?”

Zemo pursed his lips and shrugged innocently. “He was looking at you like something to eat.”

Your thighs clenched at the reminder and you took a breath to calm your racing heart as you knew that you had to come clean.

“Funny that.” Bucky smirked as he stepped into the marble lined hall. “That's exactly what I did, isn’t that right, doll?”

You slammed your eyes shut as he bared the dirty truth to your husband and you wished he would have just stayed out of it.

“Y/n?” Zemo asked with a deceivingly calm voice. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Our-our lawyers said you were never getting out. They said…I should move on with my life.” You whispered as you peeked out from under your lashes. “It was a one time thing.”

“One night thing is more accurate.” Bucky cleared his throat and you pinned your steely glare on him which he promptly ignored. “We fucked way more than once. Way more.”

“What the fuck are you playing at?” You hissed.

“What? If we are being honest, we might as well come thoroughly clean.”

“Get the fuck out of my house!”

“He stays.” Zemo ordered as he opened your bedroom door and pulled you inside. “You want to be a whore then go on. Get on the bed.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“What’s wrong, my love? You have already fucked us both, don’t be shy now.”

He slipped his heavy cloak off and tossed it over the love seat before pointing to the bed. The silence dragged on as Zemo sat down and crossed his legs, pondering what to do next like a director behind the camera as you sat at the edge of the big four post bed.

“Do you find my wife sexy, soldat?” He didn’t even turn his head to face Bucky whose eyes were fixated on you.

After a moment where he licked his bottom lip enticingly he answered. “Yes.”

“Do you want to fuck my wife, soldat?”

There was no hesitation with his answer this time. “Yes.”

Each answer sent waves of desire rippling through your body and washed away the fear you had felt. Anticipation left goosebumps rising across your skin as you knew what came next, as you knew the sordid mind that occupied your husband's head.

“Then fuck her.”

Bucky crossed the room with a predatory gait that should have sent you running but the only movement you made was to spread your legs so he could come to rest between them. His hand spread across the base of your throat so he could tip your head back and crush his lips against yours. The kiss was messy as you both learnt how each other's bodies moved together, one night not being enough to know the intricacies like you did with your husband.

“You need to dominate her.” Helmut said as he rose to his feet and padded across the floor to the edge of the bed. “Take control of her, soldat, she will submit to your every whim. Isn’t that right, my love?”

You hummed with agreement and it turned to a needy whine as Bucky’s hand squeezed tighter around your throat, your legs widening even more at the touch. His hard length was straining against the jeans he wore and you moaned as his hips began to grind against you. Before you could get enough friction he pulled away and released his grip from your throat and ran his thumb across your lips you had caught between your teeth.

“Is this what you want?” He asked as the haze in your head cleared.

“Yes, sir.” You answered, the title falling naturally from your parted lips and you saw his twitch with appreciation.

“Good girl.” Your husband praised as he began to unbutton his dress shirt. “Tell me, what are your limits?”

“No permanent marking or drawing blood, Baron.”

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the now empty loveseat and your eyes trailed over the muscles that adorned his body. Your husband’s stay in prison had left him with plenty of time to kill and the softness that had begun to fill his belly had been erased with the hours he spent working out in his cell. Now both men were shirtless before you and your pussy clenched at the sight, two doms with completely different energies ready to make you submit to them.

“You have a safe word?” Bucky asked as he slipped his belt from the loops of his jeans.

“Roșu.” You nodded, not that you had ever needed to use it before.

Bucky committed the word to memory as he repeated it with an accent that told you he was fluent in the Sokovian language your husband had taught you. The roll of the R on his tongue left a pool of desire threatening to spill from your cunt as he took your hands and placed them inside his belt that had been fashioned into a handcuff. You had to shuffle up the bed as he walked around it and buckled you to the headboard before taking the belt that Helmut offered and restraining one foot to a corner post.

“This isn’t going to do.” He pondered aloud, crossing the room to the large balcony doors and stealing a curtain tie before tying your free foot to the other post.

Your legs were spread wide and there was almost no slack for you to move as the men watched you test the bonds that held you, their eyes darkening with each little tug. Satisfied that you were properly restrained, both doms climbed onto the bed and reached for the little bows that held your bikini in place. The touch of cold metal sent a shiver down your spine and you were surprised by how gentle they could be with the thin material.

“Lift your hips.” Bucky ordered and you did as you were told so he could pull the bottoms away, baring your heated flesh to the cool air before his fingers ran through your folds. “Hmm, already dripping.”

The Baron watched proudly as he tore the bows on the material covering your breasts and saw the stiff peaks begging for attention. You were so responsive when you gave yourself over to him, he only wished you were more submissive out of the bedroom too sometimes. Forgetting the way you had confronted him in the hallway, he wrapped his lips around your areola and teased you with his tongue. Your back arched and your wrists were caught by the belt as you felt Bucky curl two thick metal fingers into your core at the same time as Zemo sucked on the supple flesh of your chest.

“Can you take another?” Bucky asked as he rode his fingers over your g-spot and stole your eye contact from Zemo so you could nod your head and whimpered when his fingers disappeared from you. “I need to hear your words.”

“Yes, sir, I can take another.” You rushed so he would fill your pussy again, the absence leaving you clenching around nothing.

“Good girl.” He praised before stretching you as he added a third finger.

“Open your mouth, my love.” Zemo said as he knelt beside your head after he slipped his expensive slacks down his hips to free his erection.

Your lips were already parting for him, tongue ready to catch the bead of precum clinging to his head. Your love for Zemo had not been an instant thing, in fact you had found his air of superiority to be overwhelming, but when he focused that energy into a dominance in the bedroom you had fallen quickly, his mission was to give you all the pleasure you could take and sometimes more.

His blunt head brushed past your lips and you hummed at the musky scent that invaded your senses and you widened your jaw to take his thickness. Slowly he rolled his hips, giving little thrusts to prepare your throat for the invasion he was working towards and Bucky changed his rhythm to match the same speed. Just as you felt the Baron’s cock bottom out, the soft skin of his pubic bone resting against your face, Bucky’s tongue pressed to your clit.

“Oh, fuck.” The Baron moaned as your throat constricted with a silent scream. “She likes that, soldat.”

Bucky seemed spurred on and left you trembling with long, slow strokes of his tongue over your bundle of nerves. Your nostrils flared as you tried to control your breathing through them and dribble leaked over your lips straining around Zemo’s cock, the pride radiating from his face as he gently wiped it away. A fresh wave of desire flooded you as he smirked and arousal dripped around Bucky’s fingers, you knew what he was planning.

There was nothing you could do except enjoy the ride as the Baron held your face in place and began to fuck your face. You gasped for breath as he pulled away completely before quickly rutting back into your throat, tears springing to your eyes. Your harsh panting filled the air and Zemo slowed down when he felt your tongue try to block him, your warning sign that it was getting too much. You were losing concentration with the intricate tongue work Bucky was giving your clit.

“You did wonderfully, darling.” He praised as he stepped off the bed to open the closet door. “You deserve a reward.”

The hum of the body wand was almost enough for you to come right then and there but neither dom had given you that permission yet. The soft head of the wand teased your nipples before making its way up your chest to the hollow of your throat and over your collarbone, a delightful shiver sending goosebumps over your body. Zemo knew every sensual place on your body that sent waves of euphoria flooding your mind, from your earlobes to the more intimate, kissable skin of your thighs.

“Please…I’m so close.” You whimpered as he ran the wand down your body and Bucky released the suction he had on your clit so Zemo could sweep the vibrating head of it instead. “P-please, Baron.”

“What do you think?” Zemo asked Bucky who watched with an intensity that almost set you off on your spiral to bliss.

“I think she needs to ask me for permission herself.” He said, curling his fingers over your sweet spot with renewed fervour.

“P-please, oh fuck, Sirrr.” You cried as you desperately tried to hold back.

“Go on, doll, cum all over my fingers.”

An intense shudder rippled through your body as you gave yourself over to the pleasure and threw your head back into the bed with a cry. Still they didn’t stop, the body wand sending you head first to overstimulation and Bucky’s fingers fucking you until the bed was wet from the sweet gushes that escaped. Your legs were trembling against the restraints, a slight burn starting to begin from your shaking and both men eased their teasing.

“What else do you have in that closet of yours?” Bucky asked and Zemo smiled slyly with a look that said follow me.

You felt empty and spent as they disappeared into the large adjoining room that housed your clothes and also the wall of adult toys. You couldn’t quite hear what they were saying but you knew they were discussing the perks to each of the pleasure tools before they returned. You eye caught the glint of the metal buttplug swinging from Bucky’s fingers and your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him stretching you wide. Zemo took a seat at the top of the bed beside your head and reached into the bedside drawers for a bottle of lube before tossing it to the soldier who caught it effortlessly.

You couldn’t help the small jump as the cold gel was spread over your tight hole but the gasp soon turned to a moan as he worked his finger in, then added another. Your heady moans were filling the room and you looked over to your husband who was leisurely stroking his thick cock, giving a tight squeeze to the top and milking the beads of precum out of the slit. He watched you lick your lips and caught a drop on his thumb, almost touching your waiting lips only for him to lick it himself as you pouted.

“Good girls don’t pout.” He warned as you eyed his tongue that had stolen the cum you wanted.

“Sorry, Baron.” You whimpered as the plug replaced Bucky’s fingers and you had to fight the urge to clench the muscles from stopping the invasion. “Oh god.”

“Do you need something to hold?” Zemo offered as he saw your fingers curling.

“I’m good, Baron,” you panted breathlessly as Bucky worked the large plug in and out, stretching you more with every push, “it feels so good, god, I’m so full.”

“Just a little bit more.” Bucky promised from where he was knelt between your legs. “You’re taking it so well, doll.”

You sighed at the praise and with the exhale you reached the narrowing of the plug and felt your ring lock around it. The weight of the bulb left you feeling so full and liquid was leaking from your cunt as every breath moved it gently inside you.

“Now fuck her, James.” Helmut ordered.

There was something in the way your husband used Bucky’s given name that set a fire in your belly, the way he used his dom voice to order the other into action. You felt the head of his cock dipping between you folds, letting your juices naturally slick him up so he could inch his way in. You both moaned as he began to fill you, the passage narrow thanks to the plug filling your ass.

“Oh god…” You moaned when he bottomed out and his body pressed the base of the plug, gently moving it deeper too.

“That’s it, tell us how good it feels.” Zemo grunted as he continued his long strokes beside you.

“I feel so fucking full, Baron, Sir.” You whined as Bucky began to roll his hips, his own moans washing over you. “B-baron, I…”

“Yes, my love, tell me what you need.”

“Can you please fuck my face, Baron?”

“With pleasure.” He smirked as he moved to straddle your chest, burying his cock down your throat.

Every hole was filled and Zemo whispered compliment after compliment for taking them both so well, each one sending a shock of electricity to your core and left your walls fluttering around Bucky’s cock. Tears were stinging your eyes as Zemo chased his own release and pumped himself in and out of your mouth, his balls slapping your chin with every thrust. You could taste the leaking cum on the back of your tongue and your eyes fluttered shut as you savoured the flavour.

“She’s close.” Bucky grunted as your pussy gripped him tight while you desperately tried to wait for permission to cum. “God, she’s trying to milk me.”

“Ready when you are, soldat.” Zemo’s voice strained, the only give in his composure.

Bucky reached between your legs and pressed his thumb over your clit, gently rolling it in time to his thrusts and the bonds around your ankles burned as you fought against them. Muffled cries escaped around your husband’s cock and Bucky could barely move from how tight you were.

“Now you can cum.” He groaned, immediately feeling you give into the intense orgasm that sent your pussy pulsing around his twitching cock.

Heat flooded your sex as you felt Bucky spend his load in you and your mouth was flooded with the ropes of your husband’s cum, their loud grunts echoing off the bedroom walls. You struggled to swallow it all as Zemo rode his orgasm out and kept rutting against your face, his cum dribbling over your lips as your eyes rolled back in your head.

Your body was turning to jelly as you sagged into sheets, completely sated with the release, and felt empty as both men withdrew from you. The only full feeling left was the plug but then you felt the gentle tugs of the base and it set off another wave of tremors down your legs and cum dripping out of your used cunt.

“What an indulgent sight.” Zemo said as he looked over his shoulder to see the mess flowing over your swollen pussy lips before turning back and seeing you licking his cum from your lips with a lazy smile. “You are just perfect.”

Another moan stole your words as the plug came free and your body closed the space around it with disappointment, you were truly empty now. Bucky chuckled at your needy whimper and kissed your thighs before moving down your legs until he reached your ankles, untying them from the restraints.

“Rest first, then I’ll be happy to fuck you into oblivion again.” He promised as he moved to the other leg and Zemo untied your hands.

Your muscles refused to work so your limbs just fell limp after their freedom and you basked in the euphoric, heady feeling in your head. Bucky’s strong arms scooped you up off the bed before he sat down and let you lay your head on his shoulder while your husband disappeared into the bathroom to run the large jacuzzi.

When you were clean and comforted Bucky carried you back to the bed and the three of you climbed under the clean sheets. The evening sun was only just reaching the horizon beyond the balcony and the golden glow washed the room in its colour. It was peaceful and you wished it could last forever but there was an ominous cloud hanging over you.

“How long?” You asked quietly as you lay along Helmut’s side, head resting on his chest and lightly stroking the scars he received when he served in the Sokovian Army.

“I don’t think he will be getting out on good behaviour anytime soon.” Bucky answered when your husband didn’t, rolling over to cover your bare skin with his body.

“Soldat is correct.” He said quietly with a rueful smile. “I had to make sure you had someone who could meet your needs before I left for good.”

“I should have known you set this up.” You chuckled quietly, grateful but sad nonetheless.

“I promised to take care of you, didn't I?” Helmut said with a kiss to your forehead. “You have everything you need now.”

“I won’t have you.” You whispered as tears began to well along your eyes.

His lips curled up at your words and he shrugged. “There is no prison that can hold your Baron, you will have me again.”

Bucky kissed your shoulder blade, the rub of his 5 o’clock shadow sending goosebumps over your body. “I’ve already broken him out once before. What’s another felony or two?”

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive. It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them. It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex. But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand. In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically. He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family. You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks. Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again. Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival. Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English. Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment. You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different. He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms. Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him. As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you. No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner. His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side. “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs. Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap. You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck.

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder. You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you. “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued. “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least? Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly. You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him. But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal. “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you? Tako očajno…” he chuckled. You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips. “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied. “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip. You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go. You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him. But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant. “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like. And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly. “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track. “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into. You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted. “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare. Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove. “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate. And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth. “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples. “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock. I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting. “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two. And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected. “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance. It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see. Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side. But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long. “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress. “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come. You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you. “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers. “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste. You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression. They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option. He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly. Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep. You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned. "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck. “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you. Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him. He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years. Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

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nocapesdahling · 2 years

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Cousin Helmut

Helmut Zemo x F! Reader

My Masterlist

Summary: Helmut Zemo is an Addams, and his family couldn’t be more proud of him.

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Crossover; Mostly Gen.; Canon-typical Addams Family elements, such as casual discussions of murder; I pictured and characterized the Addams Family as they were in the 90′s movies, but feel free to picture them however you’d like.

A/N: This idea came to me out of nowhere and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so here we are. I love the Addams Family movies so much and this was a lot of fun to write. Hope you enjoy this, and have a very happy Halloween!

Word Count: 762

“Cousin Helmut is in the news again.” Wednesday Addams stabbed her breakfast as she watched her father read the newspaper, reading the front page as he read the inside. He had skipped to the obituaries without glancing at the rest, like he did every morning. He’d share any particularly good ones with the rest of the family.

“He is? I knew it was only a matter of time. What a delightful fellow. What has he done this time? Rejoined a kill squad? Another bombing? More messing with the Avengers? That was a stroke of genius.” Gomez’s voice was gleeful.

“He broke out of prison and now they’ve caught him again. They’re putting him in The Raft.” Wednesday hadn’t seen Cousin Helmut in years, but she wondered if he had gotten any better at Wake the Dead. It seemed that he’d improved at Homicide.

“The Raft? How wonderful. An Addams has never been put there before. Imprisoned once before and now The Raft. What a milestone.” Morticia let a small smile curve her lips as she thought of Helmut. He had always been such a good boy, so clever and bloodthirsty. A good Addams.

“It also says that those Flag Smashers were going to The Raft too, but they were blown up. With no suspects!” Uncle Fester sounded excited. Explosions always got his attention.

“Ah, must be Helmut’s doing. He has such talent.” Gomez missed sword fighting with his nephew. He was a much better opponent than old Tully had been.

“I wonder when he’ll break out next. Do you think we can ask him to come visit? I want him to teach me how to kill a super soldier.” Wednesday’s voice was filled with anticipation. She had never killed a super soldier before and now she wanted nothing more.

“I don’t know, dear. But knowing Helmut, it won’t be too long. Then again, maybe he’ll enjoy it. Your Uncle had such an unhappy time in prison that he only escaped when he got bored.” Morticia hadn’t had the pleasure of being incarcerated herself, but paused to imagine what fun the other inmates must be. She continued, “Dear Helmut. His mother must be so proud of him. What a good man he turned out to be. A fine example of an Addams. We haven’t had someone so prolific in years.”

They all went quiet, thinking about Cousin Helmut and his accomplishments. They were something any Addams would be proud of. When they next saw him, they’d have to dance a Mamushka. He deserved it.

In the silence, they heard the doorbell ring and Lurch answer it, “You rang?”

The Addams Family heard a voice, your voice, from where they were sitting. “Yes, I would like to speak to Mr and Mrs. Addams please. I need their help to break my husband out of prison.”

Morticia glided toward the door, Gomez and the rest of the family on her heels. She laid eyes on you and contemplated your appearance for a moment. It was apparent that you were not a born Frump or Addams by the open smile on your face.

“Who are you, étrangère? And who is your husband? ”

“Oh Tish, that’s French.” Gomez stepped closer and began kissing up her arm.

“I’m Helmut Zemo’s wife, and I want him back. Will you help me?” You held your head high and maintained eye contact, just like Helmut told you to do when faced with his aunt.

Morticia curled her lips into the beginnings of a smile and reevaluated you. If Helmut had seen fit to marry you, then he had for a reason and you were now family, blood or not. “Yes, we will help you. It’s been some time since we staged a prison break. Hasn’t it, mon cher?”

Gomez paused his kisses, “A prison break, cara mia? It has been too long.”

“Please come in.” Morticia gestured inside and you took your first steps into the Addams Family Manor.

“Lovely graveyard by the way. I look forward to being buried in it.” Your voice sounded cheerful.

You walked further into the house, pausing to stroke the snout of the bear rug, while Morticia and Gomez lingered behind.

“She’s normal, cara mia.”

“That may be. But she’s an Addams now. She’s family, mon cher. And she married Helmut, so how normal can she be?”

“You’re right, Tish. A prison break! You spoil me, querida.”

“Mon sauvage…”

The two kissed in the doorway, before following after their guest. It looked like they’d be seeing Helmut again much sooner than they’d thought. How delightful.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

A/N: Would anyone be interested in a prequel, which would have the backstory of how the reader and Zemo met and fell in love? If you are, then please let me know and it may be something I’ll work on posting in the future.

I have an ongoing series and oneshots for Helmut Zemo on My Masterlist if you’d like to check them out.

I’m tagging some people, who seemed interested in Zemo as an Addams, who were kind enough to listen to me talk about my ideas for this fic, and who requested to be tagged. Thanks everyone! I hope it’s alright that I’m tagging you: @clints-lucky-arrow ; @creme-bruhlee ; @lafemmedezemo ; @lindir ; @bruehl ; @andsheloved ; @marvelmusing

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