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f1yogurt · 2 years

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hii, here is me- friendly neighbourhood mutual- with my silly little fic request/prompt

I love in any zemo x reader fic where they touch on the meeting with Selby because Zemo acting possesive of the reader is one of my favs. (this also plays into my soft spot for fake dating I suppose-)

Shield agent!reader has to act as Zemo's eye-catching arm candy to a fancy underground event. They collect some data on the flagsmashers (verbal or digital idk im not a spy) I had fem!reader in mind because Zemo makes me feel so feminine but this could definitely work as gn!reader <3

First fic request! Thank you! This was so much fun to write, I hope it hit all the right spots. possessive!Zemo is a gem.

Baron of Mine

Summary: You're a SHIELD agent who's assigned to be Baron Helmut Zemo's fake date for the evening. Your mission is to gather intel on the Flagsmashers at a fancy underground event. Zemo finds himself unexpectedly attracted to you, his new partner, and when one of the bargoers threatens you harm, he can't help but get possessive.

AO3 Link - BARON OF MINE -- Link to my Fic Request Guide

Rating: Mature

Characters: Helmut Zemo, fem!Reader, Original Male Character

Relationships: Helmut Zemo x fem!Reader

Tags: Fake Dating, turns into real relationship, Kissing, No Smut, Madripoor, Protective Helmut Zemo, Soft Helmut Zemo, Possessive Helmut Zemo, reader knows what she wants, Zemo is smitten

Word Count: 2266

Warnings: Mild threats of violence/non-con with reader by the villian (brief), mild female degradation, but don't worry Zemo quickly saves the day

You sighed and gazed in concentration at your reflection as you finished pinning on your ruby red earrings. The look you were going for tonight was simple, yet elegant. You figured that your partner for tonight would look eccentric enough for the two of you, as he had a reputation for being quite over the top. He was a baron, after all.

Helmut Zemo, or Zemo, as he liked to be called, was your assigned fake date on this lovely evening. It wasn’t unusual for a SHIELD agent like you to be given the mission of partnering as another agent’s date, but this particular man felt different somehow. You couldn’t help but be drawn to him, unlike the other men you had worked with before.

The two of you were currently at Zemo’s luxurious apartment in Riga, taking a short amount of time to prepare before going out for the evening. Zemo had immediately ushered you to the spacious bathroom, giving you room to change into your gorgeous dress for the night and apply some final makeup touches. Now, you were feeling confident in your role as the feminine eye candy.

Taking one last glance in the mirror, you gave yourself a good luck wink and stepped out of the bathroom. Zemo must have been waiting for you, because he rose from his position on the sofa as soon as he saw you come out. His eyes widened in pleasant surprise at seeing how the dress hugged your curves in all the right places. Even more gorgeous was the way you carried yourself, like a baroness fit to walk by his side.

“Well?” you asked, not quite sure if this was the sort of look he had been envisioning for the underground club the two of you were going to. Zemo swallowed and tried not to let his gaze linger on the sway of your hips as you moved.

“You look lovely,” he said in his low, silky smooth voice. “Exquisite.” You grinned at his praise, already eager for the night.

“Can you zip me up please?” you asked, turning to reveal the top part of the dress that you couldn’t zip at your back. Zemo immediately moved forward to help, his warm hands steadying your waist.

“Of course,” he whispered, his hands lingering only a bit too long wherever he touched. “I am quite positive that no one will rival your elegance tonight, draga.” You smiled at his praise.

“Well, you clean up pretty well yourself,” you said. It was true. You could tell that he had styled his hair for the evening, and even though he wore a more combat style trench coat over a nice turtleneck and trousers, he looked just as elegant as you.

Zemo just made a thoughtful noise, and his eyes met yours in a searching gaze. You two stared at each other for a few moments before he looked away and cleared his throat, pulling his hands away from your bare skin. You immediately missed the contact.

“Well, my darling,” he said, giving you a dangerous smirk. “Here��s to a pleasant evening.”

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It turned out that your worries about your outfit were unfounded. Many other women were styled even more extravagant than you, but you stood out in your bright red dress. Your mission was to extract information from your target, a man known to have connections to the Flagsmashers, while Zemo re-established his position with the Madripoor underground elite. The perfect setup.

Zemo guided you through the crowded bar effortlessly. You knew his hand low on your waist was to signal to everyone that you two were a couple, but it also was a pleasant, comforting feeling to believe even for a moment that he felt protective over you.

Throughout the evening, the two of you mingled with the patrons of the bar, gathering as much information as you could. You noticed that Zemo would find little reasons to touch you, or stand close enough that you could smell his spicy cologne. You felt right at home playing your part as the eye candy the the illustrious baron.

Soon, however, you spotted your target over at the bar, and you subtly signaled Zemo that it was time for you to go and do some digging. Zemo looked hesitant to let you go but nodded, knowing your mission required you to intercept the man alone. You decided to make a smooth exit from the group of people you two were talking with.

“I hate to interrupt, but I am going to get a drink. Zemo, my love, I will be right back,” you told the baron, giving his arm a squeeze. You leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, deciding to play it up for the audience. After all, you were supposed to be Baron Zemo’s date.

When you pulled back, Zemo was looking at you in pleasant surprise, although he quickly schooled his expression. He couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks, though.

“Of course, darling,” he said, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips for a reverent kiss. The kiss was chaste, but the look in his eyes was dark with unspoken promises. You nearly said something in return, but you remembered what you were here for.

As soon as he released your hand, you turned and strode elegantly over to the bar, the sea of patrons making way for you. You sidled yourself next to the man you were looking for: jet black hair, muscular, and, in his trademark characteristic of a missing eye. Yes, this was your target. “Lord” Jason Blackmoore, as the Madripoor underground elite liked to call him.

The neon lights cast a purple glow on the countertop as you ordered yourself a drink. Blackmoore noticed you immediately, and you suppressed a shudder at the lecherous gaze he sent you in your pretty red dress. Time to go to work and get this over with.

Fortunately, after the two of you began talking, you encouraged him to order a few more drinks for himself so that you could steer the conversation in the direction you wanted. You were gradually able to extract the needed information from him about the Flag Smashers. However, as the evening progressed, he seemed to get more and more wary of your interrogation. And even more lecherous.

Midway between a question you were asking him, he stopped you and interrupted.

“Sweetheart, I’ve had fun tonight. But here’s the problem. I don’t like pretty girls who ask for too much information,” he said, sending you a dangerous glance. “You look like some rich prick’s little side thing with only half a brain… but after hearing you talk, I think you know a thing or two.” He leaned closer, and casually layed a knife on the bartop within view.

“What are you hiding? I know how to make girls like you talk,” he threatened lowly. “Nice and slow, so that you really feel it. Gentle at first, then rough, so that you can’t hold back even a single secret. I have a room upstairs that’s open… it would be perfect for a gem like you.” You felt a rush of panic, even though you didn’t show it. This was going south very fast, and you needed help.

Suddenly, as if by fate, you felt a hand snake around your waist and saw Zemo appear at your side. You did your best to hide your surprise when you realized that he must have been watching the whole interaction. The baron placed a kiss on your cheek, much like the one you had given him earlier, and he rested a comforting hand on your back.

“Hello, draga… ah, Lord Blackmoore, what a coincidence,” Zemo greeted in his most haughty voice, as if it was normal to interrupt an intimate conversation. “It is certainly unexpected to see you here, old friend.” Blackmoore drew back and eyed Zemo warily, surprised by the baron’s appearance.

“Zemo, don’t tell me this… woman… is with you?” he said skeptically, his gaze flickering between you and Zemo. “A true baron wouldn’t leave his pretty side piece unattended.” You swallowed nervously. If Blackmoore had even the slightest suspicion that you were an independent agent, with no affiliation with Zemo, the mission would be compromised.

“Well, that is unfortunate for you then, my friend. Because she is with me,” Zemo said, almost sneering at the other man. You suppressed a gasp as Zemo lifted you from your chair and sat down himself, placing you in his lap. The position was oddly comfortable.

“Isn’t she exquisite? Such a fine creature, so lovely in her element. I just had to bring her along tonight,” Zemo drawled lowly in his accent. “Perfect for someone like me.” Immediately you regained some of your confidence, and you artfully draped yourself across him, hoping Blackmoore would take the bait.

“Is that so? Because the Baron I knew would never abandon his date,” Blackmoore said, picking up his knife from the countertop. Zemo’s eyes flickered to the glint of the blade, yet he remained composed as ever.

“Yes, well…it was my date who abandoned me, tonight. Flitting off like a little bird with her own imagination,” he said, skimming his fingers possessively along the skin of your leg. You nearly shivered in pleasure as you felt his hand creep up your thigh, his fingers dipping below the exposed cut of fabric that your dress offered.

“I do not intend to let her go again.” Blackmoore’s gaze saw Zemo’s hand resting on your thigh, and he finally sheathed the knife somewhere within his jacket.

“Tough luck, Baron,” Blackmoore sneered, downing the rest of his drink before slamming the glass back on the bartop. “She didn’t seem so willing to do anything with me. I doubt you’ll have any success tonight.” With that the man stood and turned from the bar, walking back into the crowd of people.

As soon as the man was out of sight, you let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding.

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly to Zemo, still managing to maintain your cover even while recovering from your panic. Zemo moved his hand away from your leg, and he used it to brush a few strands of hair off of your face. He caught your gaze with his, and you were surprised to find his big brown eyes filled with concern.

“Schatz, you’re trembling…” he whispered lowly. You took a deep breath and nodded, grounding yourself. To anyone else, it looked as if the baron was flirting with you, which allowed you some time to recover without drawing attention from the other patrons.

“Yes, he… that was terrifying,” you admitted. “I’m alright now. Fortunately I have you, who couldn’t even let me out of your sight tonight. The illustrious Baron Zemo, unable to let his date go off for a bit and flirt, hm? How possessive.” At your teasing smile, Zemo blushed, but he didn’t look guilty.

“Draga, I only wanted to make sure you were alright,” he said, although you weren’t convinced that was the only reason he had been watching you tonight. However, he had saved you, and you were very grateful. No other man you had worked with before would have been that attentive.

“Well, either way, thank you for saving me. Plus, you’re kind of sexy when you’re jealous, Baron” you said. After a moment’s hesitation, you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. Zemo made a surprised noise, but he reacted eagerly, moving his lips against yours as he fell into the kiss. His hands clutched at your waist to stabilize you, and you brought your own hands up to cradle his face, your fingers carding gently through the soft hair at his nape.

You both were breathless by the time you pulled back, and you figured that Zemo’s lustful gaze matched your own.

“Draga, I…” Zemo found himself strangely tongue tied. You really were the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, and he had hated seeing you flirt with that lowlife all evening. Even though the two of you had just met, and he had no reason to be possessive, something about it had lit a fire of jealousy in his belly.

After a few moments, you found the words for him and cleared your throat, trying to shake off the arousal the kiss had created.

“Well, Baron Zemo, I hope that I was an ideal date for tonight,” you said, smiling shyly. Feeling a bit embarrassed at the way you had thrown yourself at him, you fidgeted, smoothing the lapels of his coat and fixing his hair, brushing back some of the wavy strands that had fallen over his forehead. Zemo sat there and tried to pretend that you fussing over him wasn’t stirring feelings that had been dormant for eight long years in prison.

“So, I guess our night’s almost over,” you said when he failed to say anything. You were honestly disappointed that the evening was drawing to a close, but you had completed your mission, and there was no reason to stay and attract unwanted attention.

“Yes, indeed,” Zemo said, agreeing with you. “But not entirely over, I suppose. Let me call my driver. The night is still young, draga. Let us make of it what we will.” He lifted you easily to your feet, surprising you with his strength. Just like before, he placed a guiding hand on your back, and together you made your way through the crowd of people.

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valwentinefics · 3 years

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Okay I'm a sucker for Zemo, and I keep refreshing Tumblr for new stories. Thank you for writing about him!

Could you do one with enemies to lovers, where both Zemo and the f reader won't admit anything to themselves? However when they go undercover in the club, to keep the disguise they have to dance together. At first Zemo does his dance, but the reader takes the reins and teaches him how to blend in better. Steamy time ensues after that, possibly ending with smut/slight breeding kink? Or just possesive smut 😅😂.

A/N: Thank you so much for this request I loved writing it! There really needs to be more Zemo fics, hopefully the next episodes don’t ruin him! This is also like my second time writing smut so i’m sorry if it’s not the best!

The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest - Helmut Zemo x Reader 18+

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, tiny bit of choking, alcohol consumption, possessive behavior, dom! Zemo, sub! reader, light degradation, biting

Translations: Hase (Bunny/Hare), Mein schatz (my sweetheart), Liebling (darling)

Word count: 1848

REQUESTS OPEN

Y/n didn’t like Zemo. Y/n abhorred Zemo and everything he did. She hated his smug face, his head tilt, his stupid jacket that only had fur around the collar. Y/n despised Zemo, yet she couldn’t help the thoughts that creeped into her mind at night of his warm gloved hands roaming her body and his accented voice whispering what he would do to her in her ear. Those thoughts made her find Zemo even more insufferable than she already had.

Y/n could feel the bass throughout her body as she stood at the edge of the club, nursing a drink while she swayed softly to the beat. Stuff like this wasn’t her scene, she preferred the quiet warmth of curling up by a fireplace with a cup of tea, no sound but her own thoughts. Here, everything was practically screaming at her, it was almost overstimulating, but she stayed, not wanting to miss anything that could go down.

She almost decided to change her mind and abandon the godforsaken mission when Zemo appeared at her side, doing an awkward little dance. Y/n watched him incredulously for a few moments, taking a sip of her overly sweet drink as she pictured all the ways she could punch him so he would stop dancing like that.

“Y/n could you not look at me with such hatred for one night?” Asked Zemo, his accented voice only just rising above the music.

“That’s a lot to ask of a girl Zemo.” Y/n replied with disinterest, wanting this conversation to be over so she could go back to standing silently alone.

“Our disguise depends on us being friendly, well, friendly is too weak of a word. Will you cooperate or would you like to blow this whole operation?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he bore into Y/n’s eyes.

Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, or maybe he was playing mind tricks, but as Y/n looked back into his eyes she could feel a warm feeling in her chest. Y/n held his gaze for a few moments before relenting, reluctantly realizing he had a point. With a sigh she held out her hand to the man.

“I’m not a good actress Zemo, you better sweep me off my feet,” Y/n huffed, downing the rest of her drink and placing it on the table nearby. Zemo gave her a mischievous smile before pulling her into the crowd of people.

“Call me Helmut, it’s more natural.” He told her, his gloved hand resting on her waist and holding her close as he began to move his body to the upbeat music. Y/n followed his lead, her mind racing as she couldn’t remove her thoughts from the close proximity of them. She could feel the heat radiating off of him as her chest was shoved into his as someone pushed past her. If their closeness affected Zemo he didn’t show it as he continued to dance, moving his arm in a weird way.

“Ze- Helmut stop that, god you’re horrible at this. Your bad dancing is just going to bring more attention to us.” Y/n groaned, grabbing his arm and holding it still.

Zemo looked at her with a scoff. “You don’t seem like much of a dancer liebling, how do you suppose I should dance?”

Y/n knew her options were limited, and she cursed herself for speaking out on Zemo’s dancing. She had backed herself into the corner, and there was only one way out. Y/n spun around, her back flush against Zemo’s chest as she began to sway her hips to the beat. A groan sounded from behind her, so quiet Y/n wouldn’t have thought it to be real if not for the hot breath on her neck that came with it.

She ignored the blush of her cheeks and the wetness she felt pooling between her thighs as Zemo managed to pull her even closer, his hips rubbing against her backside with controlled smooth movements. Y/n tried to tell herself she was getting no pleasure from this, but as she felt his bulge harden against her, it was hard to ignore the desire she felt for the Sokovian man.

She spun around to face him, burying her head in the crook of his neck, feeling too ashamed to have her face revealed to the world while she desired to be fucked thoroughly by the man who had destroyed the Avengers. In a way that turned her on even more, the sheer power the man possessed. She let out a small mewl into his neck as that thought, trying to focus on dancing instead of her desire and Zemo’s hand tortuously creeping to her ass.

“You feel it too, Y/n. The desire.” The Baron mumbled to the girl who tucked herself into his chest.

“I can’t- I hate you…” Y/n replied, more trying to convince herself of it than him as she pulled away.

“Mein schatz, it’s the forbidden fruit that always tastes the sweetest.” Zemo whispered into her ear, pressing a small kiss right below her earlobe.

Y/n couldn’t handle it, she was soaked and desperate for his touch. Y/n grabbed at the fabric of his sweater, pulling herself into him. “Fuck me then, Helmut.” She muttered, looking up at him. Y/n hadn’t seen Zemo move so fast, his hand resting on her lower back as he quickly ushered her to a spare room and swiftly locked the door behind them.

“Hase, you can back out of this any time, although I’ll be sad to see you leave. Oh God how I’ve wanted you on my cock since I first saw you.” Zemo spoke as he pinned Y/n to the wall, his thigh positioned between her legs, Y/n began to desperately grind against it. His accent came out more as he grew more aroused.

“Shut up Zemo, you running your mouth will ruin this.” Y/n tried to be intimidating, but as she pathetically grinded on his thigh she didn’t do a good job of it.

Zemo let out a chuckle, his hand gently yet sternly holding Y/n’s throat “Learn your place hase, and this will go well for the both of us.”

Y/n looked at his arm and back to his eyes, biting her lip. The lightheaded feeling she felt from being choked seemed to amplify her other senses, especially her need for him. With a small nod she agreed to stay in line.

The Baron smiled, letting go of her throat and shoving her to the bed, crawling on top of her, his gloved hand trailing painstakingly slow up her thigh, hooking a finger around the waistband of her panties and pulling them off. Y/n began to undress him as well, the two stripping each other of their clothes until they were both naked. Y/n pumped his thick cock with one hand, staring up at him with eyes full of desire. For now she had shoved her inhibitions to the back of her mind, not wanting to acknowledge them. Right now all that mattered was Zemo and the pleasure he could bring her.

“Helmut, Baron, please I need you in me.” Y/n looked up at him with pleading eyes, the arousal she felt almost too much to bear. Zemo looked down at her with a small grin, positioning himself over her. She was caged in by his arms, his cock slightly pushing at her entrance.

“Do you want me to fill you? Do you want your baron’s cum to fill up your needy little cunt? Dirty girl.” He chuckled as she squirmed at his words, her cheeks flushing with the embarrassment of what she wanted being so obvious he had said it out loud.

Y/n nodded below him, biting down on her lip as Zemo shoved himself into her with one quick thrust. She gripped at the sheets below her as he filled her, a long moan slipping its way past her lips. When Zemo had begun to pull out she let out a little whine, only to soon let out a yelp as he harshly shoved himself in. He continued his deep rough thrusts at a fast pace making Y/n unable to form any thoughts, only a string of moans escaping her.

“Baron, god, fuck, you fill me up so well.” she struggled to get the words out through her moans. Zemo seemed to like her inability to speak well, his cocky grin never leaving his face as he pounded into her, his grunts like music to Y/n’s ears. It was then she realized she was under Zemo’s thumb, she would do anything to experience this moment again and again, but oddly enough there was nowhere else she would rather be.

“You’re so insufferable, but right now, like this, you’re nothing but mein little hase. My little fucktoy, all mine.” Baron groaned out, leaning down from his position above her to bite her neck. Y/n knew it would leave a mark, she could feel a trickle of blood roll down to her collarbone, but she didn’t have the ability to care about anything but Zemo. “Tell me you’re mine, Hase. Who do you belong to? Who owns you, liebling?”

“You do Baron, I belong to you, you own me!” Y/n squealed out as she felt a tightening in her stomach, knowing her orgasm was close. Zemo seemed to know too as he reached down a hand and began to rub her clit just roughly enough as he pounded into her harder, causing her to drool a little from the pleasure she was receiving,

“Cum for me little hase, cum for me and I’ll fill you up with my cum. I’ll breed you like the little whore you are” He commanded with a growl. Y/n arched her back as she let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasurable release of her orgasm. She was panting as Zemo gripped her hips roughly and held her still as he spilled his warm cum into her. Y/n could feel the white liquid spill out of her once he pulled out. She didn’t care about how much of a mess she was, her brain was still fuzzy from her orgasm and the wild pleasure she had received from Zemo.

Zemo had gotten mostly dressed, putting on his shirt as he admired his handiwork, seemingly unable to remove his eyes from the sight Y/n on the bed, his mark on her neck, his fingers bruised into her hips, and his cum trickling out of her. He pulled his jacket off his shoulders and laid it on Y/n’s pliant body, allowing her to rest.

“You’re mine hase.” Zemo stood in the doorway of the room, Y/n too fucked out to fully understand what he was saying “And I don’t like to give up what’s mine.” He closed the door gently behind him as he went back to the party.

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boneheadduluc · 3 years

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Danny bunch being possessive?

YES YES YES HERE WE GO *SQUEALS* (this is gender netural btw!!)

Laszlo Kreizler

Laszlo was so petty- it could get to be unbelievable at times. They way he would get so possessive and jealous over you. The first time it happened, you found it endearing. You were at a dinner to discuss the case and excused yourself to the bar, a man hit on you, and honestly you were perfectly fine on your own but when Laszlo realized what was taking place he almost lost his mind. Coming up to you and fending the man off with a sharp tongue and fast mind. He eyed the man until he sat back down and pulled you close. You giggled realizing how jealous he got. But soon after this would happen many times, even if it wasn't jealously based, it would be he wanted you with him on simple errands, or maybe staying in bed longer so you could hold him and run your fingers through his hair or just sitting in the study with him while he worked. Few times he'd actually get upset if you were busy, but when he would get in a bad mood you would set him straight and he'd apologize for being short with you almost immediately, but in the end it was nice feeling wanted and loved by him.

Helmut Zemo

SUPER SUPER POSSESIVE but not in a red flag way- well- I mean he would kill for you 100% but still not a red flag :) Zemo is just the madly in love kind of type. He would realize how much he needs you and misses you whenever you are gone. He would take you EVERYWHERE with him as well. And yes could be very jealous even when Bucky would be talking to you, pulling you aside and promising to make sure that James is not a thought in your head by tonight. And even though you never thought of James in that way, you would give Zemo a smirk, knowing what he would give you tonight. And that night he would constantly call you his. Groaning into your ear. “Tell me you’re mine (y/n)- please.” he would whisper holding you close to his body, face flushed out and hair messy, it really was a tough act up until then, because once he was begging you, you realized how much he needed you- and honestly anytime a man or woman flirted with you, this was usually always his response. To either be a drama queen or fuck you multiple times in one night, leaving marks all over your neck as well.

Andrea Marowski

Andrea wasn't known for his temper, sure he was possessive of you, but only ever showed it when he was in the mood for cuddles or attention. At least that's what you were used to. And you would always hold him, kiss his head, hum songs as he slowly fell asleep in your arms and you were always the big spoon, but at times when he would feel jealous, he really didn't know how to express it, other than pouting and crossing his arms if he felt someone was getting to close to you at the local pub. He could get rather insecure at times, not knowing whether or not you still loved him or got tired of him, especially since he couldn't speak his mind always with his language barrier. But when you looked to him, his expression gave it away -the fact he was upset- and you would go to comfort him immediately. And it didn't take a lot for Andrea to realize you are all his but still, even when you’d go home that night he whine and plead for you to love on him and of course you’d give in ;)

Ernst Schmidt

Oh boy- Ernst has quite a temper when it comes to you and when he feels you slipping away from him. You’d be talking to the other crew mates, and if banter turned more physical ( a fake punch to the arm or nudge or even pulling you close as you laughed) Ernst would get tense. He hated seeing it, but of course knew that you were happy and it was just banter, but still he couldn't help but get all squirmy at the fact you were at someone else side. Someone other than him, that night he’d excuse himself and go to bed early. And you had to go after him of course, everyone knew the two of you were together now so it was understandable. But when you found Ernst he looked at you up and down, coldly in a way before a smirk appeared on his lips. “did you have a good time with all your friends (y/n)?” He leaned against the bed frame, a book in hand, shirtless, staring at you like you were his prey. After a bit of dialogue you ended up pinned against the bed, Ernst fuckin into you, demanding you to scream his name, “Scream for me, Schatz. So everyone knows who you belong to. So everyone knows whose cock is fucking your tight, little hole-” he’d grunt in your ear- that was his way of being possessive over you, filling you up with his warm seed, breeding you and making you scream. The next morning no one really made banter with you, you eyed Ernst, he looked back at you- smirking as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips.

Alex Garel

He usually was calm, he would pull you to his side, hold you a little closer, kiss you a little longer. But sometimes- it wouldn't click for you and you’d go off to do your own thing, sometimes focusing was hard for you. But he was understanding and let you go off. But it was also hard for Alex not to get eaten alive by thoughts of he wasn't good enough for you. He would end up burying himself in work usually. Making him self busy until you would find him in the basement, doing shit he didn't even need to do really if you were being perfectly honest. So you’d come up behind him hugging him. “Whatcha doing love?” you’d whisper into his neck, smiling against the warmth of his skin. Alex would sigh- “Working.” he simply answered. “Take a break- please? Come to bed.” It would take a lot of convincing, but eventually you’d pull him up the stairs, his cheeks warm as he grinned at you laughing as you stuck out your tongue, you’d hold him close that night, reminding him how he was the love of your life no matter what. )BTW KUDOS TO @amyowl470 for giving me perfect ideas for certain parts of dialouge in this- so helpful!!)

#daniel brühl #Daniel Bruhl #danny bunch #alex garel #ernst schmidt #eva #the cloverfield paradox #Andrea Marowski #andrea marowski x reader #Ladies in Lavender #helmut zemo #tfatws #zemo #Laszlo Kreizler #The Alienist

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fuddlewuddle · 3 years

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Possesive zemo is a treat (bucky not much better) especially now that there's nothing stopping bucky from begging to be fucked but I have a feeling zemo won't make it easy and a lot of teasing will be involved especially since bucky needs permission to come. I do wonder (as bucky did) what zemo would do to him if bucky flirted with someone else

Haha Zemo never makes it easy for Bucky, only hard 😏

#and he’d probably kill whoever tried to flirt with Bucky 😅#thank you for the anon #my fics

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mahbonesmccoy · 2 years

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Gardenia [Dark!Zemo x Reader oneshot]

Summary: Desperate to have a good job, you were hired by an old couple to look after their mansion accompanied by this charming and friendly Helmut Zemo.

Warnings: NSFW!! 18+ There are things that could trigger you so read responsibly. Stalking, obsession, Dark!(ReallyDark)!Zemo, SerialKiller!Zemo, the shinning vibes at the very first part, it's sort of where I got the inspiration from. (I meant these warnings seriously)

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It never occurred to you how you ended yourself working as the keeper of an old mansion that had been abandoned by its owners. Despite its luxury and beauty, they dislike the property. Even on holidays, they choose to stay at their new estate in Scotland. You're ecstatic to have this position since the compensation is good, and you're not alone in this... right? You had met the owners already and to your relief, they are kind and approachable. Everything has been settled and discussed, and all of your worries have been addressed but you are somewhat asking the wrong questions... Their grins had formed into anxiety and sorrow as you departed, unbeknownst to you.

They'd informed you that you'd be joined by Helmut Zemo, one of their close neighbours who lived nearby their estate and had been a dear friend of theirs in recent years. It suddenly crosses your mind how are you going to maintain the whole house with just the two of you around? Well, there’s only one way to find out.

You're on your way now, listening to your Spotify playlist while you drive. You never imagined yourself taking care of a massive home and being paid generously for it, but you couldn’t complain either… You love the offer! When you arrive, you park your car next to a gleaming Mercedes Benz that you presume belongs to Helmut Zemo. You wonder why there’s no security around… perhaps it’s a safe place that there’s no need for once except the locks of doors and windows?

“Ah! Miss (Y/L/N)!” The Helmut Zemo you've been awaiting appears from the mansion's main door, approaching you with his palms slightly outstretched as an offer of a handshake to which you happily accept. “I’m guessing that the Sokolovs have told you already about me?”

“Please, just (Y/N). And yes, they did! It’s quite daunting now that I have seen the actual place. It’s quite bigger than I have expected.”

The mansion itself screams something... sinister, but you didn't catch it. Yet. You're way too focused with the fact that you have the best job in the world. You could stay here for as long as you like but as long as you keep it tidy and clean for the owners. Which made you wonder why they hadn't sold it to someone as wealthy as them instead...

"Don't worry, I'll be here from time to time to assist you. The Sokolovs are among of my closest friends, and I am delighted to assist them with this. Come on, let me show you around." He motioned with his head, a pleasant yet polite smile on his face. The inside is so exquisite that you could envision yourself wearing a wonderful nightgown and skipping along the corridors... Feeling like a princess, eh?

“This is the dining hall… It’s rather large but you could eat there. No need to be shy, this place is hardly used. Now, follow me.” Now, he has taken you to a large personal Library and you are so excited about that. You can’t wait to read their books there! Seeing the sparkle of your eyes, Helmut smirks in amusement.

"You like to read?"

“I absolutely do! Nothing could make me happier than becoming lost in my imagination..”

After that, he shows you the kitchen, the living rooms on the other floors and the ground floor, and finally the bedrooms. Despite the number of rooms you were able to visit, the tour was brief. However, there are certain portions that you may explore on your own as long as you are familiar with the main rooms and do not get lost.

“If I may ask, the whole estate seemed so quiet, and I could hardly see any neighbours around. Do you guys live that far?”

“Yes. My own estate is at the north. You have to drive to get there.”

“I beg your pardon,” You rapidly blink your eyes in slight disbelief. Of course, he has a bloody estate! “You have an estate?”

“Of course, draga. It’s nice to see you rather surprised than knowing what’s my status is. Now, come along. Let me brief you with everything you needed to do. I am quite familiar with chores since I’ve been in my estate for long now with less servants.”

He then takes you to the garden, which needed a lot of care and attention. It wasn't filthy, but the entire garden had not been groomed, and the vines were beginning to spread over the wall. Nonetheless, you've never seen such a massive garden up close! It's fantastic, you think.

“I’ll be staying here for a moment to help you out with this garden.”

“Oh, you won’t be staying here at all?”

“I’ll be here only to help you out with the basics and check you out. When certain crisis arise, there’s a secret exit that leads to the front where our cars are parked. Drive to my estate as quick as you could.”

It wasn't exactly a reassuring idea to hear that. However, you are relieved that there is a route out of this maze of a house. The notion of being in an unpleasant ordeal vanishes when you see him examining the plants one by one, deciding which ones should be kept and which should be taken out.

“I wonder if you have someone waiting for you at your home. Have you come from somewhere far, (Y/N)?”

“I’ve come from England. Mainly in London but no one’s waiting for me. I’ve been living alone for some time now in Czech Republic. It’s nice a country, Sokovia!”

“I am glad you find my country appealing. Now, which of these two would you rather like to have in the garden?” In front of you, he displays two flowers. One is a Gardenia flower, while the other is a peace lily flower. You may not be aware, but Helmut is eagerly anticipating your choice of flower. You had no idea... but your decision is crucial. Helmut believes that your decision is vital.

“I’ll pick Gardenia. It’s nice to put a lot more of that in the shrubby garden.”

When you made your decision, Zemo smiled affectionately at you, disregarding the Lily flower.

“Alright. The Gardenia Flower is a great choice. I'll make sure we have lots of them in this Garden. Now, enough with the gardening... We should have an early dinner so you can rest, and then I'll be on my way home."

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Not wanting to appear entirely worthless because first impressions count, you took the liberty of cooking supper for the two of you using the ingredients you had on hand in the kitchen. Zemo, who never doubted your abilities, praised you for your hospitality despite the fact that he was the one who was gracious and offered you a warm welcome.

"Did you ever have a relationship, (Y/N)?" I don't mean to be nosy, but I can't help but assume someone must have lived in your heart."

You give him a smile, giving him the implication that it was all okay to ask. You swallow your food first before turning to him to answer his question.

“Yes. Sadly, we have to part ways because we cannot simply alleviate the tension in our relationship despite our want to mend it. There’s no hatred between our separation, just the understanding that we could no longer keep up with each other because of different life plans.”

That, he understood. Sometimes, the best choice is to let go. The two of you wouldn’t be able to grow and mature should you choose to stay but it all depends on the context. But it all relies on the circumstances. Many people have remained and flourished, but your relationship was ended before you and your boyfriend acknowledged that it was over between the two of you.

Helmut did not press the issue anymore and instead chose to discuss something else, something lighter rather than personal. Much to his relief, you are a rather adaptive individual who is usually courteous when answering his queries about yourself. Where are you truly from, where were you born, and any other questions that tells who you are as a person. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable, he would like you to ask the same questions at him.

"I am, in fact, a Baron. I advised the house owners not to tell you who I am because people would be quite formal with me if they knew my title. Oftentimes, they would feel intimidated around my presence.”

That didn't come as a complete surprise to you anymore. He had a broad understanding of everything and possessed an estate. The way he talks, the way he stands, his posture all indicate that he is not a typical citizen of Sokovia. Having supper with the Baron in the lonely, expensive dining hall is little strange now that you know his standing, but his charm and sense of humour made you feel like you weren't talking to a royal person at all. You feel so at ease with him, and it feels like he’s coaxing you to make feel less lonely in this job.

“Thank you so much for the dinner! I’ll be checking on you this morning as usual and to help you out with the garden.”

“And thank you so much for your company, Helmut.”

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You're skeptical about your sleep, although you slept well and awoke cheerfully under the lovely duvet and pillows that enveloped you. It had to be a dream, but you felt a hand caress your thighs.

Yep… Just a dream.

You followed what you had to do in the morning checking out the library is one of the things you are really looking forward to. In the end of your morning chores, Zemo got you some gardening tools that you both needed. Thankfully, the sun isn’t as strong as yesterday so there will be no struggle of work under the heat of the sun.

It was the same every day. You go about your daily routine, Zemo checks in on you, and he occasionally stays for supper to keep you company. You once questioned him if he was married or not. You feared you'd stepped over the line with that query, given how sombre Zemo appeared, but he responded with a little smile

“Sadly, she’s not with me anymore.”

You didn't want to press the matter any further, so you spoke about anything else to restore the customary aura between the two of you during your usual dinner time.

Every night before bed, you'd go to the library to read a few books to unwind after a long day of cleaning out the Garden with the company of the kind Baron. The first book that captivated you was Pride and Prejudice, an old, damaged copy. You've read it numerous times, but you've always been the hopeless romantic.

You finished the whole book in one night, leading to the point where you really fell asleep on the couch inside the library with the book still within your grasp. Then you feel it again.

But you can’t move nor open your eyes and it felt like you’re dead. But you aren’t complaining anyway… If this is a dream you’ll be having every night, might as well indulge yourself. You feel strong and calloused fingers stroking your cheek and you lean closer to it. If you’re not wrong, you feel the thumb parting your lips slowly and then proceeds to stroking your tongue. You know how filthy you are in this dream, but you can’t help but indulge… Your prior relationship couldn't completely satisfy you this much. You didn't know how long your dream lasted, but you fell into a deep slumber afterwards.

You woke up quite late in the morning, only to realise you haven’t done some of your usual morning routines on time.

“Fuck!”

Taking a quick glance at your phone, you felt heavy when you notice how late you are and Zemo would be here in about ten minutes! Sitting up, you realised how wet your underwear it, but you didn’t put your mind to that as you rush upstairs to your bedroom to have a quick shower and, at least, fix yourself. You really don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of the Baron.

Thankfully, Helmut wasn’t even slightly fazed of your short coming and he understood that you are so immersed with your reading that you have fallen into your deep sleep. Then, the two of you proceed to put Gardenia in the Garden.

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The days that follow are repetitious, even your... filthy dreams that have become your illicit delight, but Zemo is always surprising. He would frequently bring you pricey beverages to try and, sometimes, cook for supper. But then one night changes everything…

You wanted to recreate your fantasy of being a princess in her lonely home, so you dressed up in a fine nightgown and strolled about the mansion's gloomy nooks. You aren’t scared of the dark exactly, and you like it how it was so inviting… That you wanted to step into it further and get lost. You found yourself in a hallway that suit of armours are lined up on both sides. Smirking, you approached one on the right and imagined that it was a prince that courted you. No matter how childish it seems, it amuses you still.

When you heard one of the suits of armour drop itself, your goofy smile faded. You're not afraid of the supernatural, but what if this is an intruder?

“Hello?”

You bravely called. You wish you really hadn’t because a man in black, wearing an odd mask has appeared right in front of you. You step backwards, your flight or fight response activated. You didn’t want to linger and you feel so vulnerable with what you are wearing right now… So, you run. Your heart tells you it's all a dream, but your head assures you it isn't. As you run away from the apparition, you hear racing footsteps behind you, increasing your dread for your life.

When certain crisis arise, there’s a secret exit that leads to the front where our cars are parked. Drive to my estate as quick as you could.

Helmut! Your mind screamed at you to run faster to that secret passage that Zemo has told you about. Unfortunately, You don't have your keys, so you flee into the night like a princess being pursued towards Zemo's estate. You had no idea how long you had been running, but Zemo's mansion eventually appeared in your path. With a sigh of relief, you use what little energy you have left to sprint towards the gates and repeatedly ring the doorbell.

Feeling cold and utterly tired, you fell upon the tarmac. Unconscious…

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The things you are completely unaware

Zemo was so delighted when you had chosen Gardenia. It is most often used in a wedding ceremony and it’s the first time someone had finally chosen this flower. He’ll spare you then. To be fair, it would be a waste to just kill you off should you choose Lily instead of Gardenia. To him, peace lily is often used for funerals, and you have no idea how happy he is that you have chosen the right flower. You are so innocently naïve… you’re perfect. Gardenia flower also signifies a secret and passionate love. This situation couldn’t be more perfect for him.

Every supper, he would slip small number of pills in your drink just so you’ll fall into a deep sleep. You have no idea that every night, he was watching you. When he first caressed your skin, it took him a lot of effort not to spread you on the bed and fuck you hard until the morning. What almost ruined him is that night where you have fallen asleep in the couch inside the library.

Oh, look at you, draga. So vulnerable for me…

He stroked your face, chuckling at your little stature. When he inserted his thumb into your mouth and you got receptive to his interventions, it went directly between his legs. He closed his eyes, conjuring up the picture of your eyes open and looking at him with lustful gaze.

Filthy girl… I’d like to see your eyes open for me soon. But not now… I want to finish that Garden of ours and enjoy you this way for a moment.

Every night, he would come there. He had kissed your legs, your chest, neck, your inner thighs… and you didn’t know. He had gotten so enamored with you that he no longer intended to murder you. But should you flee, he’ll shoot you in the head and then himself… he could not bare to have you. Those innocent looks you gave him, the warm grins, the giggles when he tell you some of his ridiculous jokes... it’s so intoxicating.

That very night when he was supposed to do his usual thing, he noticed you aren’t asleep yet and so he hid himself near your bedroom. It’s quite adorable of you when you are running around the mansion like a princess, wearing that old fashioned night gown with adorable ribbons. Too enamoured to have noticed his fault, he didn’t mean to lean on the suit of armour… Now he had got your attention. Unintentionally. He was able to catch up with you using a bicycle, only to see you unconscious on the tarmac.

Poor (Y/N). I admire how long you were able to run that long…

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You feel a heavy weight upon you when you start to gain conscious. You try to move your hand right hand, but it feels like you are tied to something… now that is enough to wake you up. Your heart shattered into pieces when you see Zemo lying his head upon your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.

“Good morning, Dragam… Well, it’s three in the morning.”

“H-Helmut… Why am I tied? Wait… what Am I wearing??”

You've just realized that you're dressed elegantly in a white gown, while Zemo is dressed formally in a tuxedo. You eventually recover your bearings and are able to glance about and examine your surroundings. You're in a gardenia-filled bed with Zemo... Helmut properly straddles you, trapping you close to him with his both of his elbows close to your head.

“Remember the two Flowers I showed you, liebling? I’m so Glad you had chosen Gardenia… I would like to see that face of yours while you scream into pleasure than pain.”

You tug hand, realizing how tight the bind. There’s no escape for you.

“Shhh, I remember how you squirm under my touches during your sleep every night. And the way you moan and lick my thumb? Goodness me… Filthy girl.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you realize you've been in terrible danger the entire time.

“Wh-what about the owners that hired me?! They’ll notice my absence. They made sure to call me every month.”

“No, my dear… There’s no Mr. and Mrs. Sokolov. I just used them. I own the estates around here… I am a baron. Enough talking, let’s begin our honeymoon.”

He began kissing your neck and nibbling on your flesh. There's not much you can do to resist him, other than wiggle away from him and implore him to stop and let you go. But he's not listening to your pleas. He became so enraged by your pleas that he forcibly pins both of your hands above your head, despite the fact that the other is firmly bound. “You belong to me. You will never set foot outside unless I permit to. You are the baroness here now… My baroness. Do you understand? Say it… Say it, (Y/N)!!”

Scared that he might hurt you this time, you nodded while saying yes.

“Good girl… Now spread your legs for me.”

He smirked when you complied. Slowly letting go of your hands, he took off his blazer and suspender before diving in back to your warmth to kiss you passionately. You like the guy… You like him so much. If only things would have turned out different for both of you. Accepting your fate, you hesitantly kissed him in return. Delighted with your response, he begins to stimulate you under your skirt and found out how wet you are.

“See? That isn’t difficult to comply to your husband, dragam.”

The sudden penetration made you scream, your legs moving itself to wrap around his hips and your other unbound hand wrapping around his neck. He begins thrust out and snap back inside, making you rather vocal with the pleasure and pain you feel. He begins to give you praises about how well you were able to take him in like the two of you are just so meant together. The two of you had entered a frenzy state, Helmut clutched the headboard tightly as a leverage to drive in and out properly. You, on the other hand, wanted to relieve yourself badly that began to take all his brutal thrusts. If this is only romantic, the whole scenario could have been a picturesque of a couple making love in a bed full of gardenias… The room filled with erotic and loud moans.

“Look at me as I filled you with my children, draga.”

He made sure to cup your jaw, wanting to see your eyes as he fills you with his thick loads. The sight of you almost rolling your eyes in ecstasy made him twitched, releasing another load inside. Tired and sweaty, he leans onto your chest with a small smile on his face.

“We’ll have another round later, draga. I have to make sure you’ll get pregnant.”

When the pleasure had worn off, you could only feel agony and grief in your heart as you stayed imprisoned in his imprisonment...

Fin.

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The Baron's Painter

Chapter 5

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Summary: Zemo tried to slither his way into your heart further and to ignite your hidden desires...

Warnings: does sensual dancing counts? Also, Possessive!Zemo And Soft!Dark!Zemo.

Wordcount: 2.6k

tags: @fleckeshummel @linkpk88 @luvmeijii @justfangirlthingies @thetempleofthemasaigoddess @reallystressedhoneybee

It’s been a long time since you have worn a formal dress, let alone going to the see the opera. You’re far too busy exploring and painting, trying to make the best out of your life. Wanda is helping you out with the dress, making sure the corset is tight enough. Looking at yourself, you remembered the dreadful balls that you have to attend with your parents for the sake of exposure and marrying you off to a random rich bloke. Quickly, you shake that thought away and focuses on the fact that you’ll be spending the night with the Baron.

You’re not a little girl… get a grip of yourself. This is nothing more but a social engagement.

Wanda asked if she could do your hair but you simply refused, just wanting to have the normal updo hairstyle and it's enough to hold your hair tight , and you really didn’t want to bother her that much. Nevertheless, Wanda stayed by your side as you fixed your hair by yourself while talking about Sokovia’s culture, and their language that is quite similar to Serbian. Not wanting to delay you further, Wanda helped you with the shoes and then helped you out of the room.

“The Baron is already waiting outside; I do hope you enjoy your night at the heart of Sokovia.”

“I bet I will, Wanda. Thank you.”

You make your way downstairs, cautiously walking on the stairwell to prevent stumbling and humiliating yourself. The Baron was unaware of your presence since he was preoccupied talking with Mr. Grey, but Mr. Grey cleared his throat, alerting Zemo to your presence. Turning around to face you, as cliché as it is, he was sort of out of breath upon seeing you. He then offers his arm to assist you to which you gladly accepted.

“You look lovely, Lady (Y/N).”

Your grip on his arm stiffened and that did not go unnoticed by the Baron. It’s not that you feel uncomfortable, but you feel rather awkward and could not take compliments well this time, but you are appreciative, nonetheless.

“Thank you, Baron. You’re not so bad yourself.”

In response, the Baron just grinned and escorted you to the carriage. You've been out before and have seen the sights of Sokovia, but you can't help but admire Novi Grad's beautiful architecture. A new landscape to paint or sketch in your sketchbook. This time, it's the Baron's turn to steal glances at you while you're absorbed in your surroundings. It's no surprise that some guys longed after your hand in the past. Men often believe they can tame the likes of you, but despite their promises to offer you the whole world, you are a difficult person to persuade. Promises aren't always fulfilled. He respected your tenacity, which made you even more... delectable.

Finally, the two of you made it to the opera house. Inside, a group of wealthy men and ladies are greeting each other, shaking hands and kissing one other on the cheeks. You don't feel at ease, not because of your assumed social standing since you have given up your Ladyship in House (Y/L/N), but because you don't know anyone save the Baron. Of course, everyone knew him and greeted him with high regard. Noticing your uneasiness, he lays an arm around your waist and introduced you to anyone who comes near him to greet, and they greeted you with the same manner as well. You were supposed to feel relief but the Baron’s arm around your waist begged to differ, making you feel rather hot and slightly red but you managed to pull it off with a confident smile. Afterwards, he takes you to the respective opera box and finally free from the eyes of everyone. You settle yourself, sitting down comfortably beside the Baron.

“Are you okay?”

Zemo asked, noticing you took a long exhale as you two went inside.

“Yes. I was rather overwhelmed with the attention we're getting out there. I’m not a fan of meeting and greeting people. But I am clearly fine, please do not worry.” You then give him a small yet confident smile to give him assurance.

But of course, you'd be slightly apprehensive given your lifestyle. Even in your London days, when you had to constantly accompany the viscount's daughter after painting her portrait as she flirted with various men. Some even wanted to dance with you.

One gentleman entered the opera box, giving you the impression that this is the man who invited Zemo in here. He introduced you to him, offering your hand to the man in return for a handshake.

“Lovely night, lady (Y/N). I am Tony Stark.”

Ah, the American businessman. The Two started a conversation, lowering their voice a little.

Your anxiety disappeared when the event finally started. The booming and pleasant sound of the drum from the orchestra reminded you of your younger days where your father used to bring you to the opera house often, making you feel slightly homesick and just wanted to give your old father a long embrace.

This social engagement isn’t entirely all about gathering but also about business. That, you knew. Words spread rather fast these days and that’s how you knew Tony Stark. Through papers and gossips. Your heart filled with joy as your ears filled with delicious melody from the solo, raising up the hairs on your back. Zemo, on the other hand, is rather focused on observing you discreetly. There… the sparkle on your eyes that he adored so much. When the whole act got rather emotional, you unconsciously hold his hand, and he relishes the moment of intertwining his hand on yours. Your soft hand against his calloused ones… Your eyes slightly filled with tears.

“Women are rather emotional…”

Said Stark beside him, making him slightly annoyed for ruining his immersion in the moment as he holds your hand.

“You’d be surprised by Lady (Y/N).” Zemo replied softly. “But aren’t we all emotional?”

By the end of the performance, the Baron is required to attend a ball hosted by the mayor. The mayor wanted to publicly announce and celebrate his daughter's engagement. To Helmut, this is the perfect time to slightly poke you out of your shell and test the waters. Grand Balls are usually where the rich goes who are in need, or want, of husbands and wives so he better get close to you as often as he could. Tony Stark did not want to stay long since he had a small talk with the baron already and did not see any reason to stay nor attend a ball. He doesn’t want to be in the papers this time.

You are quite a talker after the opera and you’ve enjoyed the whole show, talking about the small and emotional details to the Baron. Of course, what did he expect? You’re a woman who obsesses with art. Be it a theatre act, music, and painting. That, he finds it rather endearing. Upon arriving at the venue where the Ball will be held, you are not entirely surprised how crowded the whole venue is.

“You remembered you first time dancing in a ball?”

Helmut asked, teasing you a little bit.

“Yes, and I don’t miss it at all…That was a living nightmare. Thankfully, my parents aren’t here to watch over me and offer me to any wealthy bloke who badly wants a wife.”

“You stay by my side all the time then.”

Thankfully, the Baron disembarked the carriage before he could notice that bothersome tinge of pink on your cheek, as you describe it most of the time, but you were able to restore your composure before he turned to offer his arm. Upon entering the venue, it felt like you went back straight to Germany. It just brought back many memories. Your train of thoughts is suddenly interrupted when people started to greet him with the same energy you feel at the Opera. You have seen some similar faces and new ones as well. Not wanting to embarrass the Baron with your maverick characteristics, you greeted them all with the same wide smile and shake hands. But the good thing in this occasion is nobody knows you at all.

The Baron had drawn you back to the present when he did the same thing at the opera, laying an arm around you as he guides you further into the crowd.

“We won’t be long but there will be a dance. I would hate to miss it. Would you like to dance with me?”

He murmured, meaning for the talk to be heard only by you. Because you've been so close to him for the previous 10 minutes and now, he's talking in your ear, it felt really intimate. This is going to be rather an unforgettable evening.

“I don’t mind a dance, Baron. But don’t forget we are here for the food as well.”

He chuckles at your response, squeezing your hip a little bit as he brings you closer to his side.

“I can imagine a sixteen-year-old (Y/N) eating and hiding from men during ball events.”

You were taken aback by his presumption that you were like that... which is correct. And you didn’t entirely take offense from that.

“I have to assume as well that you have done the same thing in your younger days as well, Baron.”

Everyone seemed to assume now that the Baron has finally found someone again, rekindling with the feeling of love but they did not dare ask the man himself and thought it best to leave the two of you alone.

While the two of you have your banter, you notice a familiar presence around the room and it suddenly feels suffocating. Zemo, of course, notice the change of your mood and slowly follows where your eyes are looking.

“Who am I looking at, Schatzi?”

“Remember the man who wanted my hand when I was sixteen and had an incestuous relationship with his sister? That’s him. Edward Thompson… I think he didn’t know I’m here yet.”

It was obvious to him that you were quite concerned. He could tell the man wasn't from Sokovia by his appearance. But if he ever creates a scene, it will be a huge embarrassment for him.

“You are untouchable if you are always with me. Why don’t we dance first before returning home? I bet you don’t want to stay for the food anymore, yes?”

“Quite right.”

Being the gentlemen he is, he guided you to the dancefloor with grace and you both position yourselves for the dance. Quite some time, he would look at the man just to check if he was looking. It seems like he hadn’t noticed your presence yet. You, on the other hand, have been struggling to not make this dance awkward and you remained poised as possible as the baron sways you slowly like how your mother had told you regarding dance etiquette. You relish the moment to look at his neck, his Aberdeen collar, that button on his white crisp shirt that has a lovely design, and then his beard. The things you could do with that beard. Of course, Zemo knows you’re checking on him upclose. Not quite subtle of you.

Oh how long are you going to just do that, Liebling…

When the melody's time signature increased, Zemo took advantage of the chance to pull you much closer and began to circle you with elegance. When he does, you quietly gasp and place your other hand on his chest. He slumped his shoulders slightly and pressed his forehead onto yours... The tension between the two of you is undeniable. Might as well enjoy this moment before it’s over.

He had envisioned this moment, but it had never been as wonderful as this... Your gentle hand on his shoulder, your other on his chest, and him leaning his head against yours. Zemo slightly lifts his gaze towards the direction of the man, and he had finally caught his attention… He smirks at him, leaning much closer to you that his nose and lips are dangerously close to your cheek. His other arm is slithering around your waist, possessively. He rests his cheek on yours tenderly just in case this is far too straightforward to your liking, flaunting the fact that he has you in his arms like this... As the music fades away, he twirls you around again before tipping you down. Your neck and chest so exposed to him that he could just devour you right there and then. If only could. He’d show everyone that you’re his.

You don’t know how you managed to keep your composure normal the fact that the Baron himself is intimately holding you as you both danced together. The thought of Edward being around vanished in your head… Your body is acting on itself, giving the Baron a curtsey after the dance whilst your head is elsewhere.

“You’re quite a dancer, Lady (Y/N).”

He smirked, noticing how lightheaded you are at this point.

“Well, I had a pretty good partner too…”

Before you left the ball, Zemo had a small talk with the mayor and bid him a goodnight.

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Before returning home, the two of you had supper somewhere in Novi Grad. Thankfully, the meal continues to be full of the normal banter. However, on the way back to his mansion, you still feel a little lightheaded from the events, particularly that dance... This will undoubtedly come back to bother you in your dreams tonight. Once you got out of the carriage, holding onto Zemo’s arm for support, you have no idea how exhausted until now. You feel like you just wanted to sleep in this dress despite how uncomfortable corset is.

“I hope you had fun for tonight’s events, Lady (Y/N).”

You nodded, smiling softy at him as he guides you inside.

“Oh, I really did! Despite the fact that my night was almost ruined by Edward’s presence.”

The Baron insisted on accompanying you all the way back to your room since your feet were suffering from the intensive dancing. The conversation between you and Zemo reverberates down the corridor, with you chuckling at him and Zemo simply gazing fondly at you. But his eyes were slightly different and you failed to notice that. Upon arriving at the door of your bedroom, you gaze at him one last time before retiring to bed.

“I thank you so much for letting me accompany you to the Opera and the Ball… Good night, Helmut.”

You usually refer to him as The Baron, yet the unexpected shift piqued his… desire. Much to your surprise, he took your hand slowly and softly kisses your palm. As he does so, his eyes never left upon yours… He then lifts your arm a little higher, kissing your wrist. Then your forearm… now your shoulder.

If it wasn’t for the doorhandle you’re currently holding onto, you would have melted right in front of the Baron at this moment. He only stopped right on your shoulder, but you are still trapped between him and the door. His usual brown eyes went rather dark… dark with desire.

“Good night, draga… Sleep well.”

He whispered. He then steps away from you, making you realise you had been holding your breath far too long.

And just like that… he steps away further and makes his way to his bedroom to the other hallway, leaving you melting on your own on the door.

Unbeknownst to you, the Baron had a smug smile on his face as he retires for the night.

Not yet, Draga. You patiently wait there like a good girl.

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The Baron's Painter

Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

Summary: The Baron is tired of subtlety and he couldn't wait to have his claim on you

Warning: NSFW! +18! Smut in this chapter! Choking, dom/sub undertones, Soft!Dark!Zemo, Posessive!Zemo.

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The Baron’s lips still burning upon your skin. Last night wasn’t exactly unpleasant but you couldn’t close your eyes without thinking about his soft lips against your skin, making you rather sleepless. You only got a few hours of sleep and had decided to wake up early, and here you are… standing in front of your bedroom window and while waiting for the sun to reveal its flaming glory. You slowly close your eyes, memories of the dance and kiss last night flashes in your head, making you shudder. You’re a smart and bright girl… but there’s one thing you haven’t understand yet. It was known to be rather scandalous if one dares to discuss such matter. You're an adult who should know about bodily urges, but you are too busy knowing on the things that matter to you most.

You'd been standing there for a while and could finally feel the sun's warmth on your skin. You slowly open your eyes... dilated and glistening. It was rather difficult yourself back to reality, but you managed to do so, and you're now on your way to the dining room. You come upon Wanda and his brother still preparing the table together and decide to assist them. It's more likely that you're attempting to divert your attention.

“You’re rather unusually up early, (Y/N).”

You were about to say that you couldn’t sleep but that would suggest that something really happened between the two of you and you know that the servants are rather inquisitive of what is really between the two of you and you cannot allow this circumstance to escalate.

“I slept well and had woken up to a pleasant early morning. Come on now, let me help you.”

Talking with Wanda and Pietro somehow helped you forget about the event last night until the Baron himself has arrived in the dining room.

“Ah, good morning, Lady (Y/N).”

You were an observant girl but your mind has been clouded with thoughts about this man that you didn’t notice how smug his smile is when he greeted you to which you politely reply. The breakfast wasn’t exactly cumbersome as you expected it to be and you are grateful for it. The silence would’ve ruined your façade…

“The second portrait will be at the Garden and I’ll bring my horse with me.”

Good, you decided to talk about business instead of yesterday’s event.

“That would be nice. If I may, I haven’t asked but… Why three portraits?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him but you feel the burning stare from the Baron upon you as he sips his morning tea.

“Every Baron Zemo in this estate has three portraits that symbolizes three things that are important to us as a Baron. The first portrait you have finished represents Wealth hence we are in that room, the second you are about to work on represents Duty.”

“And the third?”

…seconds of silence between the two of you.

“You’ll know when you are already done with the second portrait.”

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Oeznik and Mr. Grey had given you a great deal of assistance in carrying the large canvas to the garden and now you are waiting for the Baron and his horse while preparing your brushes and your palette.

“Are we ready, Lady (Y/N)?”

Your gaze falls upon the Baron who’s wearing his uniform and his scabbard. Sir Oeznik then follows, bringing his horse to the scene. He looked so different in his uniform as it reveals his strength and clear authority. Compare to his regal clothes in the first portrait, he looked more princely… Now he looks like a man who could tear down the whole world apart with one single order.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes. Yes! We are ready… Come, I’d like you to stand here.”

You scolded yourself for being distracted but you are grateful he didn’t seem to notice how absentminded you are this morning… or maybe he did. He didn’t just say anything. In fact, he was quite amused HOW distracted you are. You beckon him to your desired position, his back facing the Maze Hedge that was designed with many kinds of flowers. Taking the horse from Sir Oeznik, you set the horse behind the baron.

“Alright… That should do. Hold onto the reigns of the horse and face me.”

You are somehow thankful that horse wasn’t moving too much, obediently and behaving beside the Handsome Baron.

Alright… that would do.

And now you set to work…

Outlining his face isn’t a problem now… You've drawn him several times in your journal... Unlike you previous clients, you seemed to be so consumed upon working on the Baron’s portrait. This will take you weeks, depends on how fast you could do it… This isn’t a normal sized canvas like the first one you worked on. The circular stroke of your brush that gives colour to the Baron’s face reminds you of your dress when you are being twirled around by the Baron in that ball… Your breathing became rather ragged as you thought of that moment. Your strokes went in synch with the dance in your head.

The ever-observant Baron, of course, has realized something is odd with you. He couldn't see you completely behind the canvas, so he had to go to the side to see you. A picturesque scene is unfolding in front of him... a pretty young lady who is completely dedicated to her work. You didn't even see him move, did you? You only noticed the Baron's absence when your foot became numb from standing for too long. You look around and wonder where the hell he could be right now… Quickly, you settle down your brush and quickly make your way to the horse to hold its reigns in case it would run away.

“Baron?” You called…

No answer.

Seeing that the horse is still obedient without its Baron, you softly let go of the reigns to look around for the Baron. You then notice the gate that leads inside the Hedge Maze is left unlocked, giving you the impression that the Baron went inside.

“Helmut?” You called out by his name this time.

Your cheeks warm up a little as you recall that passionate dream you had. Despite the fact that it just happened in your dream, the feeling of being compelled to enter the Hedge Maze seems fairly nostalgic, but this time it's your turn to seek the Baron.

“What comes in your mind when I pose in front of you while you outline and paint my face on the canvas?”

You gasped way too loud when you heard the Baron behind you, your heart pumped rather too much from the shock.

“Oh goodness me, you startled me!”

“I apologize…” He smiles, slowly walking towards your space. “But I asked you a question, liebling.”

Meine Gott…

“I-I always have the impression that your face is more than just the Baron… Your strong gaze gives me the impression of…” You clear your throat for a moment, slowly gazing at his eyes. “…a man that is determined to get what he wants. Authority and power. Strength and intellect. Above all… you are kind, and you hate injustices.”

He nodded in appreciation. Despite how slow his motion is, his gloved hand cupping your left cheek caught you off guard.

“But what comes in your heart whenever I pose for you?” He whispered; his face dangerously closer to yours.

You couldn’t entirely form proper words at this very moment, your mind clouded with desire and nervousness. But you heart speak out on your behalf…

“Whenever the sun touches your skin, you glow differently. Your caramel-coloured eyes sparkles and your hair looked much softer under the sun,” You remembered that picturesque scene of him riding his horse while you steal glances at him. “You don’t smile often with your teeth, but when you do, I couldn’t stop… staring.”

You suddenly realised you’ve said too much, and you just noticed his gloved hand is on your chest, stroking your clavicle.

“I- I’m sorry… that was rather inappropriate.”

“Don’t you dare move away…” Hearing his authoritative voice sparked something in you and you couldn’t move. His eyes never leave on yours whilst he brought his hand upon your neck and his thumb stroking your jaw this time. “I’ve had enough with the subtlety… You seemed oblivious to what happened last night or are you just… too innocent?”

It wasn’t a mockery but a confession of desires. Upon seeing how you look away bashfully, his question doesn’t need an answer. You are too innocent.

“Look at me, Schatzi…”

A lady as intelligent, fierce, and free-spirited as you... are oblivious to her own bodily urges. But he understands. When you became a free woman in a culture that despises smart women and would rather have one who could just supply pleasure and an heir, it wasn't on your wish list.

Slowly, again, you lift you gaze upon him. Your pupils blown wide… You feel his other arm snaking around your waist, deliberately bringing you closer until your chest is against his. Your noses touching already, his eyes staring at your parted lips… He stops for a moment, standing still with you in his arms just to make sure you’re giving him the consent to do this. When you didn’t move, he let go of his restraints.

You are burned by the delicate yet strong touch of his lips against yours. Your arms move on their own, wrapping around his torso to draw him closer to you, and he hunches down to reach that ideal kiss angle. When his tongue makes contact inside your mouth, swirling and spinning with your tongue, you gasp then whimper. You may remark that this is a lot better than your fever dream... As he turns to give your neck some attention, you don't notice you're beginning to claw on his back, hoping to get him impossibly closer to you. When he reaches that sensitive region on your neck, your lips parted, eyebrows forms that usual arch when in pleasure, then you softly moan.

“Is that how you sound like, Liebling? Let me hear more…”

Your core pulses upon hearing how gruff and sensual his voice is. You couldn’t comprehend what you’re feeling right now but all you could think is him…

Before Zemo could even push himself further with this, he realized that dinner will be served in about five minutes.

“Dinner…” You softly whispered.

“I know, schatzi… Perhaps this could wait.”

You agreed silently, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as you’re trying to clam your urges for now. You can’t have yourself being a wanton mess in front of the servants.

“But I’ll make sure to hear you sing later at night, (Y/N).”

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Zemo was amused how you managed to regain your usual self during dinner. You smiled the same smile to Wanda as she talks to you, and you acknowledge Pietro with the same energy of interest. But, deep down, you are just trying to distract yourself.

After supper, you go straight to your bedroom, where you finally let go of your emotions. As though you're having a heart attack, you lean against the door with both hands on your chest. You just couldn't handle the intensity of your desire from that heated moment with the Baron. Biting your lip, you make your way to the wardrobe to change into your nighties, forgetting what the Baron had promised to you this night…

You set up a small candle on your table, deciding to distract yourself through sketching again… All you could think is that soft lips upon your chest, your neck, your lips, your entire flesh. You start to feel that that aching and itchy feeling upon you, but you close your eyes and ignore it. You almost wanted to touch yourself there when you hear three soft knocks upon your door…

“In a minute.”

You quickly take your robe to cover yourself before opening the door. Upon opening it, it revealed a Baron dressed in his nightgown but wearing that gorgeous navy-blue robe.

“Helmut?”

He steps in, closing the door being him, and you step back a little at the same time, but he continues to move forward until you feel the edge of the bed on the back of your knees.

“I promised you something, didn’t I?” He lifts your chin with his finger, tipping your head up to gaze into your eyes. “Liebling, you don’t have to be scared. I know being open to a man is something you can’t possibly do smoothly.”

“Helmut… please. It’s okay, I trust you… “

He smirks and places his hand on the nape of you neck, bringing your face closer to him once again.

“Say that again… I want to hear you beg.”

A woman so fierce, now fragile and shaking under his touch is something he would want to see.

“Please… Please Helmut.”

“Properly, liebling…” He suddenly tightens his grip a little on your neck.

“Please, Helmut… Take me as you see fit.” You whispered, gulping a little harder since he’s gripping your neck.

He had you trapped and facing down on the bed in an instant, now dragging you up closer to the headboard.

“I want to see you crumble down this way, Schatzi.”

He starts to rip your covers off, feeling the cold air touching the flesh of your exposed back. You close your eyes, feeling his lips upon your shoulder and then on the nape of your neck. He knows how to make you just whimper with his lips. He crawls closer to you, your body underneath his muscular ones… For a better angle, he lifted your hips up to arch your body. Forcefully, he twists your face a little bit so he could see you and he lowers his head to give you a heated kiss while he rocks his hips onto your exposed core, earning him a surprised moan from you.

He brushes his fingers against your nub, smirking and testing the waters to see how sensitive you are. Your lips spread wide, allowing him to re-enter your mouth and muffle your moans with his tongue. It's amazing how wet you get simply from his touch... He slides two fingers inside you without hesitation. When he put his fingers in, your moan might have echoed beyond the hallway if it weren't for his lips presently covering yours in a passionate kiss. He made sure this preparation is just enough for the real part, hoping that he would fit into you…

He was still wearing his nighties and his robe when he began but it must have slipped out of your mind when he removed his clothes. He’s as bare as a baby on top of you.

“I’ll put this to a test… I’d like to see if the Servants could really hear you.”

When he got all the way into you, you didn't expect the agony and great pleasure, earning him a high-pitched moan from you. He starts moving in and out of you as you grasp the pillow as leverage. The sight of you below him arouses him more and he felt pride swells in his heart that of all men who wanted you to warm their beds… you chose him. Wanting to hear you scream for him, he grips your neck to pin you down harder, his other hand holding onto your hip to lift your arse up.

“No one… touches you… Your moans are mine. Your lips, your flesh… all mine. And my kisses, touches and my whole flesh are all yours.”

You started to cry out when his thrust became rather deep and fast that you could barely breathe… Something’s happening within you, and it feels like you wanted to explode.

“Helmut… I-“

“Yes liebling… let go for me. Cum for me.”

And you did, crying out the Baron’s name. You couldn’t comprehend the intense pleasure that washes over you as you spilled your juices upon Helmut’s cock, your walls clenched tightly around him. Helmut followed after a few thrusts, releasing his cum onto your back.

It took both of you a moment to regain conscious from that dizzying afterglow. Helmut made sure you’re cleaned and tucked in his arms to warm you up, your head leaning on his chest.

“Did I hurt you?” He whispered.

“No, Helmut. But I am awfully tired, I’m not going to remove myself upon you should you wish to go back to your room.”

“Why on earth would I want to go back there? I’m staying here. Now sleep… “

You chuckled tiredly and then close your eyes, ignoring the ache between your legs.

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