Summary: You thought you were careful—disguised contact names, late-night calls, subtle smiles. But secrets don’t last long in the Avengers compound, and your relationship with Helmut Zemo is no exception.
Summary: On a mission with Sam, Bucky, and Zemo the group is one bed short. Zemo and you draw the short straws and have to share a bed.
Word Count: 1786
Warnings: Mention of Zemo’s dead son... fluff... let me know if I missed anything
Side Notes: I intended to make this around 700 words... idk what happened... enjoy! Also please don’t yell if the ‘Sokovian’ (German) is wrong I’m stupid and only know English so blame Google Translate...
Translations: Liebling = Darling
“Ich würde mit einem Dreijährigen schlafen. Ich bin sicher, ich kann eine Woche mit dir überleben.”
“I would sleep with a three year old. I’m sure I can survive a week with you.”
Walking into the hotel lobby Sam, Bucky, and you let Zemo go and book the rooms like normal. Standing back you talked to Sam and Bucky about the mission. You’d be there for about a week if everything went alright, that was unlikely given your track record. Zemo then cleared his throat causing you all to look at him.
“Unfortunately they only have two rooms left.” Zemo started now joining the rest of you. As the host helped another couple who were staying there.
“So? That’s fine we’ll just split the rooms. Bucky can go with Zemo and I’ll go with (y/n).” Sam said thinking it’d be no big deal. Pointing to us respectively as he talked.
“No, hell no.” Bucky started, “I know one of us has to be babysitting him but I will kill him if I need to share a room with him all week.”
“Ok then I’ll go with Zemo and you can share a room with (y/n).” Sam reasoned. Rolling your eyes you looked at Zemo. The boys as you and Zemo called them, would often talk like you two weren’t there. Zemo and you often joked about this and it helped you two to actually get along decently well. You soon bonded over literature and music to the demise of Sam and Bucky. Often having conversations in Sokovian annoying them to no end.
“There is one other problem.” Zemo started now being the center of attention. “One room has two beds but the other only has one king size bed.” He finished. I groaned having an idea of how this would end.
“Well then who’s getting stuck with (y/n)? Cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” Bucky said.
“Well you could at least be nice about it!” You exclaimed, offended but you understood. Zemo looked confused wondering what you were referring to. “One of you two could share a bed with Zemo. Or you two could take the room with one bed.” You suggested.
“Yeah that’s not gonna happen, you get along with Zemo anyway. Bucky and I have both shared a bed with you, it can be Zemo’s turn.” Sam stated. Bucky nodded in agreement and all you could do was roll your eyes.
“May I ask why all the aversion to sharing a bed with you? Surely it can’t be that bad.” Zemo said, still confused as no one explained the situation.
“I don’t know why they’re making such a big deal out of it.” You started, “I sleep restlessly, I pull on the covers and kick apparently.”
“Apparently! One time I tried to kick you and you kicked back with no mercy! I got a bruise on my shin, and you never woke up!” Bucky nearly yelled. You facepalmed knowing he would never let you down. Zemo looked a little surprised, you kicked and bruised a super soldier in your sleep. You had fought Bucky while conscious many times but it was still impressive.
“Oh you’re so dramatic the bruise was gone by the next day!” You tried to reason. You hated how this made you look in front of Zemo, and to the strangers who overheard you.
“Ok how about when you took the blankets from me?” Sam asked.
“I thought you went to get another.” You said quietly now realizing you didn’t know the whole story and afraid of what Sam was about to say.
“Yep, and then you stole that one only to throw it on the ground next to you.” Sam said, sounding almost offended. “I tried to get it back but you kept doing the same thing. I eventually just got a sweater and sweatpants.”
“I’m sorry, believe me I wish I could control it but I’m not conscious.” You said having officially given up on trying to reason with them.
“It doesn’t bother me. I will take the room with (y/n) and the boys can take the other room.” Zemo said very casually while looking at you. He then turned to take the rooms, leaving all of you stunned. And you were grateful that you didn’t have to continue this conversation.
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All of you decided to relax for the night as it had been a long flight. You would meet up in the morning for breakfast and go over everything. You were unpacking with Zemo, hanging up the nicer clothes you had to wear later on for the mission. But the way Zemo agreed to share a bed with you like it was no big deal still bugged you. He had just heard a couple of horror stories of how bad you were.
“Zemo, why did you agree to this?” you asked, finally breaking the silence that had settled between you two. He stopped unpacking and glanced at you with that smirk.
“Why are you so worried about it, liebling?” He asked, “I for one am very excited about being in bed with a lovely lady such as yourself.” He stated, now grinning. Looking down you blushed. Zemo would flirt with you from time to time but you thought nothing of it.
“Ich würde mit einem Dreijährigen schlafen. Ich bin sicher, ich kann eine Woche mit dir überleben.” Zemo continued. You sometimes forgot he had a wife and child, other times his paternal instincts were obvious. You just nodded in response.
A little while later you had both taken a shower and gotten changed into an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Zemo was sitting in the bed with a book wearing a t-shirt and shorts. You instinctively got in at the edge of your side of the bed. Part of you was uncomfortable being in bed with someone else. But mostly you just didn’t want to kick him or steal the blankets.
“Good night Zemo.” You said and turned off your light.
“Good night (y/n).” Zemo replied. Setting down his book he also turned off his light.
Waking up to the sun hitting your face you slowly opened your eyes. The alarm clock on the side of the bed read 8:13am. You groaned knowing you had to get up and ready to meet the boys for breakfast and officially start your mission. You had an alarm set for 8:15am so you reached over to turn it off to avoid the noise. But felt a weight around your stomach you hadn’t noticed before. You then became glaringly aware of the pressure on your back and legs. Not to mention the steady breathing on your neck.
While sleeping Zemo and you had started to cuddle. He was currently behind you, his torso almost flush with your back, arms around your waist, legs slightly tangled, and face in the crook of your neck. You were now wide awake with immediate panic setting in. How were you going to get out of this situation without waking up Zemo? You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts by the alarm going off. You were frozen. Zemo groaned and reached over you to turn off the alarm.
He then went back to cuddling you! Holding you a little closer now than he had been. Still frozen and unsure of what to do Zemo then mumbled into your shoulder. “Good morning, liebling.” His voice was rough and sexy and it helped absolutely nothing.
“Umm Zemo?” You began.
He mumbled into your shoulder again, “Yes?”
“Can you let go of me?” You asked cautiously. Zemo slowly shifted and began to let go. Not fully but enough to where you could turn around or get out of the bed. The warmth coming off him dulled and part of you missed it. Instead of getting up you turned around to meet his face, which was much closer than you thought it would be. His eyes were closed still, clearly not wanting to wake up.
“Zemo… why are you cuddling me?” You asked wondering if this was an accident. Opening his eyes he looked at you.
“When you were tossing in your sleep you moved to my side of the bed. I went to move you over but you held onto my arm and wouldn’t let go. I eventually fell asleep again holding onto you as you were me. We must have shifted while asleep though because we were laying differently than when we had woken up.” He explained while stretching a little. Meanwhile your eyes were wide with embarrassment and face as red as a strawberry.
“Zemo, I am so sorry. Today I’ll see if we can get another room, something with two beds. That way neither you or the boys have to deal with me.” Apologizing, you began to get out of bed. Hoping that you could forget the whole thing and another room opened up. Also praying that he would say nothing to Sam and Bucky later.
All of a sudden he grabbed your wrist. Looking down he had that smug grin on his face. Oh no. “There’s no need for another room. I did not mind cuddling with you, in fact I believe it may have solved your restlessness.” Zemo said. You looked at him in shock. He sat up and explained further. “After I began to hold you, you stopped kicking. It actually helped me sleep as well.”
You grinned a little while still blushing like a maniac. His words were comforting. “Can we not mention it to Sam or Bucky? They might kill us if they found out we were cuddling. Also that I kicked them repeatedly for no good reason.” You asked.
Sitting up and grinning, Zemo answered, “I won’t say anything until you feel comfortable doing so. But I do hope we can do this when we go to bed tonight. Before you latched on to me you did smack me in the face… twice”
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” You asked and without thinking grabbed his face in your hands and checked if he was alright. Suddenly realizing what you were doing you blushed even more but before you could move Zemo put his hands over yours.
“I appreciate the concern but I am okay.” He lowered your hands but still held them, “And as much as I would love to lay here with you all day we should get ready lest Sam and Bucky burst into our room.” You nodded in agreement and you both went to get ready.
As the day went on you found you were much more excited to go to bed.
And Zemo found himself flirting much more than he had before.
Summary: Helmut has one more meeting left, can you be a good girl and stay quiet throughout it?
Warnings: 18+ readers only, Smut, Dom/sub, Daddy kink, Dom Helmut Zemo, Chair sex, oral sex, blow job, cum eating, cock warming, vaginal sex, light choking, talks of safe words, desk sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, submissive reader
Word: 2.6k
His pounding was relentless. Each stroke was hard and deep, hitting that sensitive spot every time, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as another orgasm ripped through you. You wanted to tell him how good it felt but your lacy panties that had been shoved into your mouth long ago stopped you, the only sounds in the air were his harsh grunting and the wet slapping of his thick cock in your gushing cunt.
“That’s it dragă, keep cuming for me, you dirty girl, you fucking love it.” He growled into your ear as he held your jaw roughly in his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye as he pounded up into you, your nipples brushing against his shirt, causing more stimulation to run through you.
His other hand had a large grip on your hip, helping you to bounce up and down on his lap in his office chair. Helmut didn’t give you much warning as he thrust up as hard as he could into you, stilling with the entire length of him inside you, swearing loudly as your hole was filled with his hot seed.
Letting go of your face, you collapsed against his chest, arms wrapping around you, stroking your hair and back softly.
“You’re such a good girl, my love.” He kissed the side of your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you came down from the pleasure and tried to catch your breath.
A few moments passed as Helmut soothed you, he was always so calming and tentative after his particularly hard fuckings. Leaning back slightly in his chair, he looked down at you, placing a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.
Opening your eyes delicately, you looked at him in the dim light of his office. Helmut stroked a few strands of hair behind your ear as he noticed what was still in your mouth, chuckling slightly. “You really are such a good girl.” he took the panties from your mouth, discarding them onto the floor, and leaned down and softly kissed your lips.
You sighed into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his rough stubble on your soft skin, his calloused hand stroking small circles over your naked spine. His half-limp dick still inside of you, acting as a plug for his cum.
“Shall we get you cleaned up? I can run you a bath and I’ll be with you shortly, I only have a few more meetings left this evening”. Frowning, you shook your head, holding on tighter to his shirt.
“No, daddy, I want to stay here with you. Please?” You nuzzled your head into his chest, not wanting to be alone after what happened. “I’ll be quiet, I promise, you won’t even know I’m here.” You refrained from clenching your pussy around him to tease him, knowing that he wouldn’t accept your request if you started to misbehave now. The chest you leaned on sighed lightly, and you felt the body wheel his chair closer to the computer on the oak desk.
“I’ll let you stay, but only because you’re being so good for me, dragă. My next meeting is in 2 minutes, it’s just an audio call, but stay quiet for me, ok? Do you think you can do that for me?” Nodding your head quickly, you settled your head against his shoulder, nose rubbing against his neck, his manly scent taking over you. One of Helmuts' arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him whilst the other moved to the computer to continue his work before you interrupted him.
The meeting started, and you weren’t even listening to what he was saying; you just fell into a blissful state of warmth and comfort, listening to his voice vibrate through your touching chests. His warm bare thighs supporting your weight as you still had his now limp cock within you, his cum slowly starting to leak out into his lap, he was sat in only a white button shirt, his slacks and boxers long forgotten about.
You loved moments like this, just sitting with him limp cock inside you even if it wasn’t after sex, you savoured in the feeling of you both being joined together and would sometimes come and disturb him just to sit with him inside you.
The calm feeling only lasted 5 minutes however as you could start to feel yourself needing more of him, needing his hard dick to fuck you again. You weren’t brave enough to start riding the dick that was inside of you whilst he was on the phone call, however, you had sucked him off multiple times during meetings whilst hiding under his desk, so what was the harm now, right?
Being hyper aware of the noises of his shirt and seat as you started to lean backwards, Helmut didn’t falter in what he was saying, but he frowned at you as he watched you, wondering what you were up to.
Sitting up fully now, you lifted a finger to your lips in “silence” as you slowly and carefully lifted yourself off of his limp member, his cum dripping down making a small puddle in between his thighs. Moving back further, you were finally off of him and started to kneel in front of him, the carpet soft under your knees as you were now half hidden under his desk, not taking your eyes off his.
Placing your hands on each of his knees, you moved his legs further apart so you could move close to the now hardening cock that was eye level with you.
Catching on to what you had planned, Helmut relaxed his shoulders and sat further back in his seat, not planning on stopping you.
With your right hand, you used two fingers to swipe through the puddle of cum in his lap and drew it up to your awaiting tongue, still holding the eye contact with Helmut as you licked and sucked your fingers dry, trying not to moan at the salty taste of him, who’s mouth now hung open at the sight before him.
Leaning forward, careful to still not make any sound, you firmly gripped the base of his thick throbbing dick that had precum now leaking from the red tip, the shaft glistening from his already ejaculated juices. From the base to the tip, you licked the juice off of him, flicking the tip a few times, earning a few light thrusts from the man above you. Concentrating on the sensitive underside of his tip, you never took your eyes off him, watching his breath quicken, the way his thighs clenched at what you were doing to him. Even though he was your Dom, you loved taking control in moments like this, driving him crazy before you knew it ended with him fucking you until you couldn’t walk.
Breaking eye contact, you sat up straight, looking down at his manhood, you tentatively took his tip into your mouth, not sucking just yet but just holding it in your wet, warm mouth, enjoying the feeling of him twitching in your mouth and palm. Flicking your tongue over everything in your mouth, you started to jerk your small hand up his shaft, your fingers barely wrapping around him. A few strokes later, you pulled him out of your mouth and looked up at him. His cheeks were now slightly flushed, and he was holding onto the arms of the chair until his knuckles had turned white. However, he still spoke with his relaxing tone, the phone caller unaware of what was occurring, still, you were always so shocked at how he could control his voice so well, knowing even at the slightest touch you would be moaning so the entire neighbourhood could hear you.
Catching his eye once more, you leaned forward and kissed his tip before taking as much of him into your mouth without gagging which was only past his tip, you used your hard to stimulate the rest of his cock that didn’t fit. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he placed one of his large hands on the back of your head, applying the lightest touch, keeping you in place. A few seconds later you pulled back to catch your breath, Helmut moved his hand to allow you to do so, you quietly sucked in a quick breath before moving back onto his dick, moving your mouth and hand up and down him.
You kept up a slow pace, knowing it was driving Helmut insane, he loved a hard, sloppy blowjob but you needed to be a good girl today and not be caught, the release you were desperate for depended on it. The feeling of your juices running down your leg as you moved your free hand from his thigh, hoping to rub your bundle of nerves, but Helmut was quicker than you, grabbing your hand and pulling it back onto his leg. Looking up, he shook his head at you whilst responding to a question the man on the phone had asked him.
Trying not to huff out in frustration, you decided not to rub your thighs together. Instead, you clenched onto his member harder, causing him to buck up further into the back of your throat, causing a small noise from your throat, and at the same time, Helmut coughed, apologising to the man on the phone. You looked up slyly at Helmut, hoping not to upset him, but he smiled at you, stroking your cheek lightly with the back of his knuckles, so you returned your mouth to his member.
It felt like a lifetime of being on the edge for Helmut and you before you heard both men sending their regards, and then silence filled the room. Finally, the real fun could begin.
Shifting forward more, you didn’t take a second before pushing as far onto his dick as you could, gagging hard, his dark curls at the base of his shaft tickling your nose as tears sprung to your eyes. Helmut grabbed a fist full of your hair and held you there, swearing loudly as you moved both hands to his thighs, digging your nails in. Your lungs started to burn with the need to breathe so you pushed back against his hand which he allowed, taking a big breath before going back in, moving up and down on his dick, sucking harshly causing another curse from Helmut. “God, you are so good at this, my love, so so good-” he gasped loudly again as you took him as deeply as you could. “Enough”, he growled at you as he pulled on your hair harshly until your mouth was a few inches from his tip, spit dangling between both. He stared at you for a few seconds, admiring the beauty of the few tears that had escaped and your pink, swollen lips.
“Come here”, he tugged on the back of your head with one hand and pulled under your armpit with another until you straddled him on his chair once more. His lips smashed into yours, fighting for dominance that he easily won, his tongue entering your mouth and dancing with yours that was previously on the tip of his member. His rough hands travelled across your body, ending on each of your arse cheeks, pulling you closer until you were hovering over his dick once more. Helmut didn’t waste any time in foreplay and pulled your hips down, his cock filling you instantly, and you didn’t hold back as you loudly groaned, finally feeling the touch you had been craving.
He set a roughless pace, using his strength to bounce you on his lap, you held onto his shoulders as he moved his lips down your jaw to your neck, leaving soft bite marks in his path. “Daddy, I can’t hold on, I need to cum, please can I cum?” The tension deep in your abdomen had snuck up on you, taking only a few moments before being at the very edge of an orgasm.
“Cum for me”, he hadn’t even finished the last word of his sentence before you were crying out as pleasure hit your body, your thighs clenching firmly. He didn’t give you time to recover before he picked you up like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapped around his waist as he stood and moved around to the front of the desk.
Placing you onto the floor, you started to unbutton his shirt, but your hands were shaking from adrenaline, so he helped you to undo the first few buttons and lifted the shirt off his body. Your nails instantly moved to his pecks, scratching down his front, making him shiver.
Grabbing one of your hands, Helmut quickly spun you around so your back was touching his bare chest, your arm now twisted between the two of you as his spare hand reached up to grip your throat lightly, your breath catching in your throat at the pressure. A few seconds later, he let go, his hand moving down to roughly twist your nipple before grabbing your whole breast in his palm, kneading it harshly. He repeated his action with your other breast and moved you forward and pushed your back so you were bent over the desk, which was ice cold against your chest.
The desk was so tall that the tips of your toes barely touched the floor as you turned your head to the side, the cooling wood soothing the hot skin of your cheek. Helmut moved behind you, him still holding your arm against your back as the other moved his cock up and down your entrance before slowly moving in, filling you up. You gasped loudly, calling out to him as he set a slow pace, his free hand moving to your hip, helping keep you in place. “Do you know your colour system?”
“Yes.” You responded to him.
“What colour are you?” You moaned as his dick hit that magical spot, his question meaning nothing to you in that moment. He stopped his movements completely, and you mewled out at him. “I said, what colour are you?”
“Green, so very green, please don’t stop.” He only responded by thrusting harshly back into you, now setting a fast pace, his body slapping into yours, his balls bouncing off of your clit, and his cock filling you. The speed he was going was sure to leave bruises where your thighs were smashing into the desk, but you didn’t care; all you could think was how good your whole body felt at that moment. “Da-daddy please, pl-please go harder, I need you, pleaseeee”, your mind turned to mush as he responded by not holding back. He let go of your arm and started spanking you quick and hard across your backside, stinging, just what you wanted, a thrill strongly going through you as you felt the wave of an orgasm building quickly once more. His punishing thrusts were pure ecstasy as he started to falter; you knew he was close as well. Not being able to form words, you couldn’t even ask to cum as euphoria came over you, your cunt clenching on him hard as he shouted your name in pleasure as his hot seed filled you.
His thrusts slowly stopped, and both of you were panting hard. “Than-thank you, daddy”, you whispered. He pulled out of you fully, and you weren’t able to support yourself, slowly falling backwards. Still, he was there; he was always there to catch up. He placed an arm under your knees and back and pulled you to his chest, kissing your forehead before moving to the bathroom to clean you up.
Summary: You were only on this mission because you owed a debt to an old friend because of your past. But what if you miss your past? No matter how hard you tried this criminal kept saving you, swooning over you. You wanted to disregard him at first, keep your disate for Zemo. But when he showed you his kindness and saved your life on more than one occasion, maybe this hero-life wasn’t worth following. When he held out his hand. . . was it worth taking?
Warnings: swearing, mentions of drugging, fighting, falling for a criminal <3
Word Count: 1.8K
Why you agreed to help Sam with this little mission he had going on was beyond you, but he knew your past and you owed him a debt. Working with Bucky helped you believe this mission was respectable since he’d been pardoned, but when you were listening to him explain a ‘hypothetical’ in an unknown auto repair garage. . . things got leery.
You just about blew your top at Sam when you saw world-class criminal mastermind Helmut Zemo walk in.
“What the fuck is this Sam? You said this was a good mission, not breaking any bylaws!” you exclaimed, going for the dagger strapped to your thigh.
“Hey hey hey! You think I would’ve brought you along if I had any idea this was going to happen?” Sam started “and you, you're going back to prison!” he shouted at Zemo and started to walk towards him, but Bucky held out his arm and halted him.
“He can help us.” Bucky said simply, like it was supposed to make the escaped convict in front of you any less of a threat. Given your history with Sam and the avengers you had a premeditated distaste for Zemo, one he would try to disband.
The whole plane ride you could feel Zemo’s lingering eyes on you, but every time you would shift uncomfortably in your seat he'd break his gaze. Like he was trying to respect you. But suspicions that he had good intentions for you went out the door when you were about to land in Madripoor and he revealed what everyone’s secret cover would have to be. Sam thought he got the short end of the stick when Zemo informed him of his ‘Smiling Tiger’ cover, that was until Zemo pulled out a skimpy little purple dress and handed it to you.
“And what the hell am I supposed to do with this?” you asked expectantly.
“Put it on, your beauty does not hold the likeliness of any well-known felons. So you will have to play the part of a high class call girl, think pretty woman.” Zemo explained, tossing a trashy pair of heels your way.
“Oh there is no way in hell that-” you started, but Zemo cut you off stepping forward giving you merely a few inches of personal space. “Or you can stay back, if you’d prefer.” he said simply, making you curse as you turned around and made your way to the bathroom on board to change.
The business Zemo had gone over, moderately well. The bright side was you weren’t dead and you found an ally, Sharon. The downside was that Zemo’s hands were all over you when Zemo posed his false offer to Shelby.
“In exchange I’ll give you him, along with the code words to control him of course. He’ll do any and everything you ask of him.” Zemo said, sitting back down on the couch next to you.
“And what about this little gem you’ve got here? If I double whatever you paid for her can we roll her into the deal?” Selby asked with a cynical grin.
“I’m afraid she’s not for sale.” Zemo said, placing his hand on your thigh giving it a gentle but noticeable squeeze. You wanted to swat his hand away and scold him for handling you so boldly, but you knew given the situation you were in that you couldn’t do that. Well, that and the fact that his strong hand on your thigh sent an all too familiar buzz to your core. But you wouldn’t admit that to yourself quite yet.
Later on at Sharon’s party Zemo was out on the dance floor enjoying his freedom as much as possible before he inevitably was locked back up, still keeping a watchful gaze on you. You had changed for the party, something less flashy from Sharon’s closet that didn’t make you look like a hooker. It fit your personality better and only made you more irresistible in his eyes, hence his watchful gaze. With his keen eyes Zemo noticed a man stalking you, when he tried to get a closer look he saw the man roofie your drink and walk away. Zemo overstepped your boundaries and immediately took your drink away, tossing it over his shoulder.
You scolded Zemo and asked what the hell was his problem, he tried to tell you what he saw but you didn’t believe him. You just rolled your eyes and left the party. But you started to wonder if he was really lying when on your way back to Sharon’s place, a man who you’d seen around the club pushed you up against a wall and started to feel you up.
Of course you fought back and the perpetrator was shocked and angry, asking why you weren’t passed out by now, but before you could get another punch in he was shot. You looked to your left and saw Zemo, smoking gun in hand.
“Now do you believe me?” He asked.
“Still doesn’t mean I trust you.” You said bitterly, continuing your way back to Sharon’s apartment.
You were on and off sleeping throughout the night, thoughts of why Zemo saved you and if he was to be trusted ran rampant in your mind. Even worse, your own hand traced over where his was earlier on your thigh, almost missing the feeling.
You got enough rest to suffice to for the day, you rolled out of bed and made your way to the kitchen; dying for a cup of cof-
“Good morning dragosté, I made some coffee since Sharon had quite the collection. Would you like some?” Zemo offered kindly, nearly showing a softer side to him now that Sam and Bucky weren’t around.
You were too tired to address his borderline flirtatious comment and agreed to a cup of coffee, turns out you would be needing it for the events of later that day. Sam planned to find and speak with Dr. Negal, which unsurprisingly turned into a shitshow. You and Sharon stayed on the outside fighting off bounty hunters while Sam, Bucky, and Zemo confronted Dr. Negal inside his lab. You quite weren’t sure exactly what happened in there, but you saw Sharon run inside and heard lots of shouting. Right as you were about to walk in as well an explosion went off and sent you flying backwards into an adjacent shipping container, knocking you out completely.
The next thing you knew you were being carried to god knows where, at first you assumed some bounty hunter picked you up when you opened your eyes and saw a face covered by a purple mask. But when you were laid gently in the back of some fancy car, you opened your eyes again and saw your savior. Pulling off his mask was none other than Zemo, who brought his hand up to your face gently caressing it. “You’ll be alright, dragosté.” he said sweetly before you faded out of consciousness again.
This time when you awoke you were on Zemo’s private plane again, this time en route to an old property of his in Riga. You pushed yourself out of the bed in the back of the plane despite your pounding headache, walking out into the main floor of the plane to find Zemo, Sam, and Bucky all in conversation.
“Y/n,” Sam said, standing up “You’re alright.” he said gratefully.
“Yeah I am uh. . .” you trailed off, meeting Zemo’s gaze. “Thank you” you said quietly, nodding your head at Zemo before heading to bed to lay back down. You arrived in Riga a few hours later, and with your head and body still scrambled from the explosion you stayed back from any intel operations the rest of the boys went on. But Zemo made you a more than comfortable recuperating area in his bedroom, where you rested for what felt like days.
You came out of the little setup Zrmo had made for you when you heard he’d been hurt. But there he was, just laying on the couch with a hot towel over his eyes nursing a cup of jasmine tea. He was hit in the head with a vibranium shield and was treating it like a bad cold. He sat up upon noticing your presence in the room.
“How are you feeling dragosté?” he asked, setting his compress aside.
“I think I should be asking you the same thing.” you joked back, earning a look from Sam. But he didn’t have time to address it before John Walker barged in. “Alright, you had your chance. Now I’m ordering you to hand him over to us.” he demanded. Zemo stood up and made his way to his kitchen counter, now pouring himself a drink for the situation at hand.
You intently followed John’s antics as you made your way over to where Zemo was, only stepping closer to him when the Dora Maljie arrived. When Zemo made his way to the bathroom, he pulled you alongside him. You heard the muffled sounds of fighting beyond the bathroom doors and looked back to Zemo who was holding out his hand as he stood above a now uncovered sewer grate. You knew what would be the right choice, but then again maybe you were sick of batting for the good guys. You decided to go with Zemo, crawling down that tunnel and running with him despite any lack of a plan or structure. You’d never felt more free in your life, and once you were out of the sewers and in a secure location Zemo smiled at you, he was about to thank you.
However you wanted to thank him first in a different way, you grabbed the fur of his coat and pulled him down to meet your lips. You kissed him sweetly, feeling all the emotions you’d been pushing away flood to the surface as joy erupted from the deepest parts of you. Zemo kissed you back tenderly. When you pulled away your eyes stayed shut for a few more seconds, savoring the moment.
“I expected you to come with me, yes. But I must admit I didn’t expect that.” He said with a cheeky smile.
“Well there’s more where that came from, if you’ll take me with you wherever you go.” You said with a smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.
“I promise, my dear little dragosté.” Zemo said, pulling you in for another kiss.
“You have got to tell me what that means.”
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Dragosté - lover, darling, sweetheart.
A/N
Holy shit has it been a minute since I wrote for Zemo, I had a pretty intense obsession for him and his actor back in spring of 2021 so I’m surprised I only ever wrote the one fic. But that fic didn’t do too well so i can’t imagine this one will either with absolutely no Zemo content releasing from marvel as of lately. This fic really is mostly for my personal enjoyment seeing as I got the inspiration to write this when doing my yearly MCU rewatch, thanks to the falcon and the winter soldier that is. Anyways for those who did read this, thank you.
You’re living with Helmut Zemo and you’ve been roommates for a few years. Helmut is gone for the day doing god knows what and you wanna do something nice for him so you look up Turkish Delight recipes. You spend a few hours making all kinds of flavors and they turn out really well. Helmut gets home super late and sees you jumping about super excitedly. He asks what you’re doing and you rush to him with a covered bowl. “I made you something!” He looks suspiciously at you but unveils the bowl and just stares. He’s deadpan and your smile slowly fades into a furrowed look. Does he not like it? “Helmut?” He takes the bowl from yiu hands silently and places them on a table before crushing you in a huge hug. It’s quiet for a few moments with you just holding him be for he quietly whispers “thank you”. You two spend the rest of the night eating Turkish delights and watching movies before passing out on each other.
zemo with a breeding kink or anything with choking😍
18+ DNI IF YOU'RE A MINOR, YOU'LL BE BLOCKED INSTANTLY
☆ pronouns: she/her
☆ word count: 283
☆ pairing: helmut zemo x reader
☆ warning(s): 18+ content, choking, breeding, sir kink, cockwarming, hard but passionate love making
you came to the right person bc i luv me some zemo omlll. issa lil short but that's alr
"Look at you, lovie." he tightened his grip around the girl's neck to get her attention. She looked up at him through tear filled eyes. Her ears filled as though they were filled with cotton, his voice distant, rumbling through her body as he pounded away into the warmth of her. He smiled down at her causing her to whimper. No matter how the Baron smiled, there was always that hint of danger hidden behind it as if he knew something no one else did.
"S-sir I wanna....Ne-need you to-"
"Shh, it's okay. I've got you. I'm gonna fill you up princessa, don't worry." he assured, pressing her further into the mattress. It creaked and groaned under the intensity of his actions but he paid no mind. "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you. Would you like that, draga?"
She gave a moan of approval, her pussy tightening around him with each sinful word to pass by his lips. "Pl-please! O-oh god I'm so close!"
"Yeah? Just imagine me fucking you full of my kin, you walking around all full of me and only me." his dark eyes pierced into her intently before watching her (e/c) eyes gloss over and roll to the back of her skull. "O-oh fuck!" burying himself inside of her deeper, the tip of his cock pushed past the restraint of her cervix, emptying every last drop of cum into her.
Zemo fell to the mattress, pulling the girl into his side as he stared at the ceiling in awe. As she went to pull out he stopped her, resting his hand on her lower stomach.
"Just stay with me like this for a while longer, yes?"
TW: 18+; cockwarming; thigh riding; daddy kink; porn without plot; MINOR DNI
Pairing: Slight dom!Zemo x fem!reader
Summary: Y/N needs some attention but Zemo is working.
Translations*:
Hase- bunny/hare
Liebling- Darling
Kleines Mädchen- Little Girl
Schatz- treasure/sweetheart
Mein- mine/my
*Translations are from google translate so please forgive me if there are errors!!
a/n - I couldn’t sleep so I wrote smut... Sounds about right.
MASTERLIST
*By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are agreeing that you are 18 years of age or older! I do not consent to my work being reader by a minor!*
“Daddyy!!” You whined as you walked into Zemo’s office. “What is it, Hase?” He asked, turning around slightly in his chair to look at you. “I need you.” You pleaded, walking up to him. He hummed in acknowledgement as he thought. “I’m working.” He said, turning back to his work. You whined again, this time coming closer to him. “But Daddy-” You were stopped when you saw Zemo glared at you. “What have I told you about bothering me while I work, hmm?”
“Not to do it..” You admitted, hanging your head. “Good girl. Now how about you sit in my lap till I’m done?” He said, already pulling you closer to him. You sat in his lap as your back met his chest and you rested your face in the crook of his neck.
Being closer to him definitely didn’t help the growing feeling in your core subside. In fact, it made it grow even more and you were certain Helmut could feel the wet patch on your panties. As if he could read your mind, Zemo confirmed your theory by shifting you so that you straddled his thigh. “Daddy?” You questioned, tilting your head. But he merely ignored you and continued working. You only understood what he was doing when he started to bounce his knee, sending little vibrations straight to your core.
You moaned out slightly, hiding your face in his neck. “Such a sensitive Kleines Mädchen.” He said, trailing one of his hands up your thigh, the silk gown being pushed up as he reached closer to your heat. Once he did, he palmed you through your panties and you moaned louder into his ear.
“Is this what you wanted, Mein Hase? Your Daddy to touch you?” He asked and you nodded quickly. “Yes- Daddy!” He rubbed faster over your clit before pulling away completely. You whimpered at the loss of his hand on your bundle of nerves and Helmut chuckled.
“I still have work to do, Schatz. How about you ride my thigh, hmm?” He said, gripping your hips and moving them against his leg. He let go once you were doing it on your own, working to chase that release.
The fabric on your panties felt like fire as they fueled the heat between your legs as you grinded down on your Daddy’s leg. You felt yourself get closer and you picked up your pace, gripping your hands on the desk in front of you for support.
“Can I cum- Daddy- please?” You moaned out and one of Helmut’s hands worked its way up to your neck, squeezing gently. “Go ahead, Kleines Mädchen.” You came with a moan of his title and fell backwards into Zemo’s chest. “Oh Mein Schatz, we aren’t done. You still have to be punished for bothering me while I work.” Helmut announced before shifting you once again, this time, you were now facing him, with your legs wrapped around him and the chair.
He pulled out his cock, and moved your panties towards the side. Your slick made for an easy entrance as he shoved his cock into you. You tilted your head back as you moaned out from the fullness.
You went to move your hips but Helmut grabbed them, stopping you. “I told you, this was a punishment, Liebling. You aren’t going to move until I’m finished with my work, understand?” He asked and you nodded, knowing protests would only make things worse. “Good girl.” He placed a kiss to your lips before pulling you closer to him, laying your chest on top of his, and continuing to type away at his computer.
The slight shift caused his cock to brush against your cervix and you whined slightly. You wanted to move, you really did, your body craved him. But you stayed still, not wanting to get in trouble again. “Daddy.. Please.” You begged and Zemo hummed at the sound. “I’m not done, Mein Hase.” He scolded. You whined again but decided against protest.
You knew Zemo. So you knew he was going to drag this out as long as possible.
summary: you are deemed expendable by the Avengers and left behind at a Hydra base on your first mission. there you meet a villain, Helmut Zemo who becomes an ally in your joint effort to escape and make things ‘right’.
pairing: helmut zemo X fem!reader
warnings: graphic scenes and descriptions of: gore, physical abuse, attempted suicide and death. mentions of sexual abuse, betrayal, heavy angst, deep investigation on the morality of heroism and such, eventual smut, enemies to reluctant partners to betrayal to enemies to friends to lovers, this fic is long and complicated and I haven't even worked all of it out yet
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a.n.: dedicated to @fanfiction-inc for always believing in me and also to all of you who may have been made to believe they were expendable
( this one is for you.)
p.s this fic will follow the plot of tfaws, but with lots of rework and plot point of my own added :)
