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61+63 Rex x Reader

Love Confession + Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

You’re a tactical consultant, often coming in for particularly tricky heists around neutral systems and complicated local treaties

The 501st jokes you could sell a bridge to Palpatine himself if you talked long enough

You once talked a local tribal leader who had captured Anakin, not only to let him go, but to give the 501st passage through their land and as many supplies as they could carry

Bottom line, you’re very good at your job, and Rex can’t help but admire it

More than admire it really

You’re extremely intelligent, witty, kind, and treat himself as his brothers with respect as individuals

You, meanwhile, can’t help but admire him in return

He’s loyal, brave, resourceful, and respects your authoirty and opinion despite not being a Jedi or a clone

Whenever there is any down time between battles you’re often seen together, talking about tatics, life, or anything that comes to mind

Fives quickly catches on to how Rex acts around you and vice versa

He tells the rest of the squad who immediately start speculating

It’s Kix who finally suggest that the pair of you are together and everyone else jumps on board

Fives then tells Ahsoka, who tells Anakin, who tells Obi Wan and so on and so on

Eventually it feels like the entire GAR thinks you guys are a couple

You two are blissfully unaware of this, but accept the excuses to be alone together as everyone conveniently exits the room around the same time

Anakin even goes so far as to ask you for missions you’re not really needed for

(He understands it’s hard to be away from someone you love and so sympathies)

Eventually though, it gets a little too suspicious for Rex and he confronts Fives about it

Fives tells him, “Look Captain, I know you want to keep it a low profile with Y/N, but we all know about you.”

Rex is immediately confused and eventually Fives realizes his mistake

Rex is mortified, but after Fives lays it all out for him, how he always smiles whenever you enter a room, how you always check on him first after a mission, how you stay close to each other during battle, it all becomes clear; he loves you, and there is a very good chance you love him too; now what is he going to do about it

The next time you see each other, Rex can hardly look you in the eye

He’s essentially having an existentialist crisis, having no idea how to act around you because while he’s certain about his own feelings, he doesn’t want to presume yours

You guys go out on you mission, everything goes smoothly, until it doesn’t

Your negociation falls apart at the seems as the Seperatist make their grand entrance

A fire fight breaks out and in the middle of the chaos, you get shot

It’s all a blur from there as all you can make out is Rex screaming your name and calling for Kix to get you out of there

The last thing you see is Rex leaning over you, as he cups you cheeks and begs you to keep your eyes open before it all goes dark

You wake up to the white of the medical bay

Rex is by your side in a moment, looking as if he hasn’t slept in days

He starts babbling, going on about how close he was to loosing you, how Fives was right, he couldn’t last without you

He keeps on going until those three words just slip out, “I love you”

You stop him then, cupping his cheek before pulling him into a gentle kiss

You only stop when you here a cheer from the other side of the room were Kix, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Anakin, and Ahsoka are standing looking a mix between embarrassed and ecstatic

Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story. 

Cuddles

Rex x Fem!Jedi!Reader

Summary: You are extremely affectionate with everyone but Rex and even though the Captain knows why it bothers him, he refuses to acknowledge his feelings 

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of sex

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It wasn’t unusual for the Jedi to send additional healers on dangerous or very long missions. Nor was it unusual for said healers to be Jedi, not only could their force sensitivity help them locate, and to a certain degree heal, even the toughest injuries, they could also help out in battle when needed. And so no one was surprised when you were send along with the 501st on a mission to the outer rim. 

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“Have you seen General Skywalker? I have a few questions regarding his plans for tomorrow”, Rex asked Ahsoka. 

The Padawan looked up from her datapad to point down the corridor. 

“I think he wanted a quiet place to work.” 

The way Ahsoka said the word made Rex second guess whether the General was actually working or talking to his not-so-secret wife. And even though he didn’t want to interrupt him, he knew how important time with loved ones was the night before a big battle, he really needed his questions answered. 

“Thanks.” 

Ahsoka smiled at him before turning back to her datapad. 

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Rex opened and closed a few doors in vain. 

Finally he opened the last door of the long corridor and found the General sitting on a blanket he had laid on the floor. But he was not alone. 

Rex was surprised that Anakin actually seemed to be working, he had a datapad in his hand and another laying next to him, but that wasn’t what caught the Captain’s attention. 

You were with the General. Your head was in Anakin’s lap and one of his hands was stroking your hair, which had gotten loose from your bun and was now covering part of your face. Your closed eyes and deep breaths told Rex that you were fast asleep. But instead of thinking how relaxed you looked when sleeping, when for once you didn’t have the weight of protecting the galaxy on your shoulders, he felt as if someone had just shot him right in the chest. 

“Rex, is something the matter?” 

The Captain tore his eyes away from you to look at Anakin. He tried his best to be professional, not to let a blush rise to his cheeks or his feelings show. 

“I have a few questions about tomorrow.” 

Anakin nodded. Although both men spoke in quiet voices and the General moved only slightly you began to stir and opened your eyes a moment later. 

Being a trained Jedi it took you less than a second to remember where you were and who you were with. Slowly you sat up and looked from Rex to Anakin and back again. 

“Hello, Captain”, you said with a soft smile. 

And no matter how hard he tried, heat now crept up to his cheeks. 

“I am sorry for waking you.” 

You shook your head, still smiling. 

“Nonsense, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep anyway.” 

You looked at Anakin again, who had been watching your interaction with great interest. 

“I’ll leave you two alone and get back to work then.” 

The Jedi nodded, a smile now gracing his lips as well. 

Never in his life had Rex felt as out of place as he did in that very moment. This was a private interaction and he had no business witnessing the smiles the two of you gave each other, nor the loving expression in your eyes. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away, not even when you pressed a gentle kiss to Anakin’s cheek before grabbing the second datapad from the floor. 

Rex stepped out of the door to let you pass, careful to put a bit of space between your bodies. But even the few feet between you didn’t stop him from smelling your sweet perfume. Where Jedi could get perfume in the middle of a war was beyond him, but he had come to love every whiff of the scent he got. Though now, more than ever, he knew he shouldn’t. He knew you weren’t his and would never be. 

“I’ll see you around, Rex”, you said. And for a moment, just for a short moment, Rex thought you might reach out to him. He braced himself for the touch, but it never came. Instead you smiled before closing the door behind you. 

Usually he tried his best to be respectful to General Skywalker and any other Jedi, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“Does she know about Senator Amidala?” 

Anakin got up from his spot on the floor and looked at Rex with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to.” 

Try as he might, Rex couldn’t keep the anger out of his tone. 

“Does (Y/N) - I mean General (Y/L/N), of course - does she know you are married to Senator Amidala?” 

Anakin stepped closer to Rex. The Captain couldn’t quite read his expression. 

“(Y/N)”, he said your name in a way that made it very clear he had noticed Rex’s slip earlier. “Does not know about Padmé.” 

“Do you think it’s fair then, to lead her on like this?” 

The Jedi looked at Rex for a moment before answering. 

“I am not leading her on, I wouldn’t do that. (Y/N) is a friend, she knows it as well as I do.” 

Relief flooded over Rex. He had to admit, it wasn’t like General Skywalker to lead someone on, and much less like him to cheat on his wife, but to see the two of you so close made him question everything he though he knew about your relationship. 

“Rex, I hope you know that you can be honest with me about… well, you and (Y/N).” 

The blond took a step back, then another, until his back hit the wall behind him. 

“I don’t know what you’re implying. There is no me and (Y/N) - General (Y/L/N), I mean.” 

Even though Rex tried to sound convincing a smirk played on Anakin’s lips. 

“Of course, Captain. Of course.” 

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Crazier - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader 

This was written for @vivianweasley ‘s 400 writing challenge! I used the song Crazier (by Taylor Swift) from the Hannah Montana movie hihi. Congrats on the milestone lovely ❤️ I hope you enjoy 🧚🏼‍♀️

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: just fluff! and wedding vibes 💗

A/N: ok but this song is ADORABLE ! it makes me so giddy when I listen to it (& i did, A LOT, especially in the process of writing this) 

Flashbacks are italicized

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Feels like I’m falling and I’m lost in your eyes

There was something special about a war time wedding. 

The atmosphere surrounding the Burrow seemed to glow in the morning light. The gentle breeze rustled the surrounding fields and the sun was just peaking across the horizon. Champagne colored rays burst from between the clouds littered in the sky, providing warmth for anyone who found themselves outside. Despite the early hour, the residents (and guests) of the Weasley household were already up, busying themselves with tasks that Molly had assigned them. 

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just can’t let her go (f.w.)

prompt: the deal with fred weasley was crystal clear. but what if the deal is becoming a little murky?

pairing: fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ sexual content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, oral smut (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, choking kink (male receiving), praise kink, switch! reader, switch! fred, dom! fred at some points

word count: 4.9k

author’s note: THIS WHOLE SONG WAS INSPIRED THE UNRELEASED BOP “JUST CAN’T LET HER GO” BY ONE DIRECTION. YES LADIES AND GENTS IM STILL STUCK IN 2013. GET OVER IT.

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Fred glanced at the watch on his wrist and sighed; another hour before the shoppe closed for the day and it was still bustling with excited customers. Not that good business was something to complain about, but after a long week, all he wanted to do was sit on his couch, take off his shoes, and have a drink. 

He straightened out his suit jacket before walking through the shoppe, checking in on customers, making sure everyone’s needs were met and everyone found what they were looking for. Every now and again, he’d look at George, giving him and nod, letting him know that things were going smoothly. Customers were satisfied and buying stock left and right. Another good thing, but this meant more paperwork and more orders on more stock. 

Fred checked his watch again, only a half hour left before they had to start pushing people out of the store. George’s voice sounded over the shoppe, announcing the approaching closing time which only made customers grab things off of shelves quicker and more frenzied. George placed a hand on Fred’s shoulder and spoke, “Good day today.”

Fred nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, but a brutal week. I just want to go to bed after we close. I’m bloody exhausted.” George laughed and found himself distracted when he caught a group of teens trying to sneak a few vials of love potion in their pockets.

“Too exhausted to see me?”

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library.

| loki x avenger!reader | fluff | smut |

a/n: this is completely indulgent, but we love loki in this household

Whenever you walked into a room, conversation ceased. The other avengers would glance at you, and often leave or just stare. You hated it at Stark Tower, and you would’ve left if you thought you could even make it ten feet out the door before Stark dragged you back, kicking and screaming.

The other avengers didn’t trust you after your attempt on Banner’s life in a misunderstanding. You didn’t realize that Banner didn’t mean to destroy your home when he was in his hulk-form, and that Banner himself had no knowledge of the tragedy. Your revenge did not pan out as planned when Wanda and Vision had caught you, preventing you from carrying out your assassination. 

You had screamed and fought back, but Wanda’s magic was stronger than your own. You hadn’t been fortunate enough to receive training, not until Fury and Stark decided you would be a great addition to the avengers.

The only person who seemed to put up with you was Bucky, the ex-assassin. He wasn’t as openly cold to you, and he had even stuck up for you against his boyfriend, Steve, when he argued with Stark about the questionable safety of letting you roam Stark Tower. 

The other person who didn’t give you any grief, was Loki, the god of mischief. He was the other outcast, hated by most for attempting to overthrow New York and enslave its people a few years before. You rarely saw him, because he was either reading in the library, or arguing with his insufferable brother, Thor.

You couldn’t sleep in your room, tossing and turning in the sheets. Finally, you got up and walked around the silent hallways. It was late, and everyone was asleep. You slipped into the kitchen, stealing one of Thor’s poptarts he kept in high cabinets. You were floating above the ground in order to reach them, and you looked behind you at the sound of a laugh. 

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All About The Chase - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N will do anything for her best friend—and crush—Fred Weasley. Even if that means fake dating him so he can catch the eye of her cousin.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Light swearing, one allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it), brief mention of intoxication (again, blink and you’ll miss it), super mean awful cousin, food, a little angsty with a happy ending, 

A/N: For the anon who asked for Fred fake dating his friend to make her relative jealous! I decided to make her the twins age, and I may have went a little overboard with the cousin rivalry, but oh well. Thank you for feeding into my love of cliches! Also, I played around with using third person rather than second, it just felt right for this one. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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When Y/N was six years old, her parents—well, Santa—got her the most amazing art set. She had always liked to draw, and now she had an array of more colors than she could even really name. When her family was set to head to her Aunt’s house for Christmas dinner, she packed up all of her new markers, a stack of fresh paper, and a few of her drawings she was most proud of to show off.

The night had started wonderfully. She got a few more gifts from her grandparents, a beautiful doll from her aunt and uncle, and enough sweets and candy to last her months. When it was time to finally eat, Y/N left all of her new toys and her cherished art set in her relatives’ living room. Y/N doesn’t remember much about the dinner—why should she? It was a decade prior—but what she does remember vividly is the excitement that bubbled up in her tiny body when her mother suggested she go grab some of her artwork to show off.

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What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Chapter 1: What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell Lord is successful, handsome and can have anything he wants with a snap of his fingers. He is living the American dream until his mother turns his life upside down by going behind his back to organize an arranged marriage to help take Chimtech Consortium to new heights. The only thing worse than not being in control is that his bride-to-be is you, the one person he cannot stand.

Warning: (Smut and swearing is most chapters) In this chapter: swearing, smut (penetration) and sub!Maxwell vibes. Also, sexism is fully alive in 1985.

A/N: Am I back with another series? Why yes I am. I am fully into the 80s nostalgia and hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. Each chapter will be named after an 80s hit and I suggest listening to the songs while reading as I am gaining inspo from them. As always, feedback is appreciated and let me know if you want to be tagged!

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Maxwell Cornelius Lord IV has never wanted for a single thing in his life. He wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. No, he was born with a golden set of cutlery that someone feeds him with as soon as he snaps his fingers and he loves it. He enjoys seeing people run around to please him and nothing thrills him more than seeing the fear in people’s eyes as they rush around to get him what he needs. 

There is just one person who doesn’t fall to Maxwell Lord’s feet and he hates it. 

He hates you. 

“The car has arrived Mr. Lord” his butler, Jonathan, announces and Maxwell checks his reflection in the gold framed mirror in the hallway, smirking at himself before walking through the ornate wooden front door that Jonathan holds open for him.

“Have a good evening sir” the butler nods as Maxwell walks by and he doesn’t respond, just continues down the stairs of his multi-million dollar townhouse towards the black Cadillac limousine.

“Good evening sir” Jack, his driver, greets him and he hums, sliding into the car before Jack shuts the door once he is settled in the plush leather seat.

Maxwell looks out of the tinted windows to the blurred streets of D.C as the limousine makes its way to the Kennedy Center for the charity gala his assistant had RSVP’d to.

Some shindig to raise money for starving kids in Africa or some bullshit like that.

He doesn’t care, he never cares about the charity, he only cares about the good press he will receive for being so generous.

He just needs to make an appearance on behalf of Chimtech, write a check while the press take photos, then he can leave and call up his newest assistant for good fuck.

He never likes mingling with the various politicians, the slimy motherfuckers smooze him and try to win him over so they can get their campaign donations, it always comes down to the money. 

Maxwell doesn’t care about the political landscape - red or blue - he still manages to get what he needs passed through Congress for Chimtech to thrive.

“Here we are sir” Jack pulls up to the front of the performing arts center, quickly rushing around to open Mr. Lord’s door.

“I will be waiting here for you sir” Jack smiles and Maxwell just adjusts his silk tie, plastering a fake smile on his face before walking down the red carpet. The cameras nearly blind him but he soldiers through, offering a wave or two to make himself seem like a nice guy.

As soon as he crosses the threshold into the Kennedy Center, his smile falls away and he scans the room for the bar, needing a drink to get him through the next hour or so of menial small talk and polite smiles with people he can’t stand.

“What can I get you Mr. Lord?” the bartender asks as Maxwell approaches the marble countertop and he smirks with satisfaction that even a lowly minimum wage bartender knows who he is; he is just that powerful in this town and he loves it.

“Whiskey” he doesn’t look at the bartender, instead he scans his eyes around the room while adjusting his solid gold cufflinks.

“Max” he hears behind him and he internally sighs, already annoyed by your presence.

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Helmut Zemo (TFATWS) imagines - Craving

AN: Okay I’ve given in and become a Zemo simp but Bucky is still my number one don’t worry.

Summary: After playing the part as Zemo’s arm candy in Madripoor, Zemo tries to confront you on your unspoken connection, only to be rudely interrupted…

Pairing(s): Zemo x Fem!Reader, very slight Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,326

Warnings: Some small spoilers for Ep3, lots of sexual tension 

“I still can’t believe I agreed to do this.” You grumbled as you climbed the stairs, falling behind at the fear the men could see straight up the skirt of the dress Zemo had chosen for you. 

“I, for one, think you have the easiest job of us all. James must be someone he detests, Sam must be a notorious criminal he doesn’t know and you must sit and look pretty.” Zemo spoke under his breath as you came to the entrance of Selby’s HQ. 

You glared at the man but he didn’t care. He was too busy worrying about Selby. 

The door was opened for you by one of Selby’s men. Zemo nodded curtly at the guard before entering. 

You went ahead of Bucky and Sam to stay close to Zemo, following your role as his current inamorata. 

It was a short walk into Selby’s office but with every step you could feel the fear rising in your chest. You weren’t convinced that you’d get away with this; Sam wasn’t exactly the most kosher criminal and Zemo’s story didn’t quite add up on just how he managed to have the Winter Soldier in his mitts again. 

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could you write a Zemo x reader fic where when he tells the little girl that Bucky and Sam are bad men, he can’t bring himself to say anything negative about her?

Trust - Helmut Zemo x f!reader drabble

A/N: thank you for sending this in!! sorry this is only short, since that little scene is so short, I felt I could only add a few lines extra in without changing it too much! Hope you enjoy! :)

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“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full. One for the master, one for the dame, one for the little girl who lives down the lane.” Zemo recites the nursery rhyme as he approaches the children and places a stool in front of them.

Anybody else approaching random children and singing a nursery rhyme would have you on edge, and watching carefully, but there was something sweet about Zemo’s soft lulling voice as he sang. You’re intrigued by his actions. You see the children are wary of him to begin with, but their faces change once Zemo empties a bag of sweets onto the stool.

“Turkish delight. Always my son’s favourite.” he smiles softly and the girl tentatively picks up a sweet, still wary of Zemo.

“My old friend, Donya passed away. Did you know her?” Zemo’s expression changes to one of sadness.

“Yes” she speaks quietly.

“I would like to pay my last respects. Do you know where her funeral will be?” he asks gently.

She nods and Zemo crooks a finger and gestures to his ear.

The young girl moves to Zemo and whispers in his ear while you, Sam and Bucky all watch on from a distance.

“This is starting to feel like a dead end.” Sam grumbles next to you.

“The Hell is he doing?” Bucky’s face contorts in confusion as the girl steps away from Zemo.

“Do you see these men there?” Zemo says to the children, standing up and nodding his head toward the three of you. The children nod in response.

“They’re very bad. Not to be trusted.” he makes a bit of a scrunched-up face and a handful of the children laugh at him.

You smile at the way Zemo interacts with the children. Though you can’t hear what he’s talking to them about, the little smattering of laughter from the children is endearing, and you feel a pang of sadness when you think about Zemo and his son. From the way he acts with these children, you can just tell he was such a doting, loving father when his son was still alive.

“The woman, though? She can be trusted.” he nods and winks at the children, pausing for a second, “She is a very lovely woman. Smart. And beautiful too...”

At this moment, a few of the children look at you, and you don’t know why, but you raise your hand and wave at them. Sam and Bucky raise their eyebrows at the gesture, and you simply shrug in response.

“Donya is our little secret, okay? And what I said about that woman is definitely a secret too. You cannot tell her what I said about her!” he zips his mouth and the children copy him, nodding enthusiastically. Zemo hands the children all the sweets to share among themselves and turns away.

“Cute kids.” he simply says as he walks past the three of you. Sam and Bucky follow him, and as you move to turn and follow, you don’t miss the way the little girl smiles at you, and the other children share knowing glances. Strange.

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Smile for me | Helmut Zemo

Zemo couldn't stop looking at you. Earlier on Bucky had said something that had you and Sam in stiches, and since then he hadn't been able to stop looking at you. The smile that had been on your face was so pure and full of joy. Your laughter rang like music to his ears. He could still hear it now.

You hadn't laughed or smiled since. You had been all serious game since that moment, and Zemo just couldn't let it go.

How long had it been since he was able to make someone laugh or smile like that? Would he even be able to get you to smile, despite how you perceived him?

He would love to find out.

You were sitting on your own at the moment. Sam had excused himself with his laptop to try and find more information on where the Flag Smashers might be. Bucky had gone for a walk, but you weren't convinced that was all it was.

Zemo was the only other person in the room.

You had a book open in your lap, your thumb brushing along the edge of the page slowly as you absorbed the words. This was the most relaxed you had been since you agreed to come along with Sam and Bucky.

Helmut poured some tea for two and approached you. He put the tray down on the table and took a seat next to you.

"You made me tea?"

You had looked up from the pages of your book to the cup in front of you.

"Yes, is that alright?" Zemo asked, amused by the confusion etched on your face.

"Yes, thank you..."

Zemo watched as you closed the book and put it to one side. You reached out and took the cup he had made for you, letting the tea warm up your hands. You sat back and brought it to your lips.

"It's good."

Zemo smiles. You had yet to smile at him, but he would keep trying. Grabbing his own cup, he made himself comfortable next to you. You seemed content enough to sit next to him.

Once your cup was empty, you put it back down and picked up the book again. Despite the lack of a bookmark, you managed to find where you had left off. Zemo let his gaze rest on you as you lost yourself back within the pages.

You had managed to make him smile just by being you.

You only put the book down again after reaching the end of the chapter. This time around you turn so you're facing him. Zemo hadn't moved since he sat down and you felt bad for ignoring him. That was something you expected to feel considering who he is.

"It's a shame we didn't come to Riga under different circumstances." You sigh.

"Oh? What circumstances would you rather be here under?" Zemo's heart leaped at the fact you were even giving him the time of day. He wouldn't confess that though.

"Well, we need to lay low, which means we can't tour the town."

"You want to go outside?"

"I'd like to see more, not that your safe house isn't lovely, it is."

Zemo grinned. His eyes seemed to light up. "Is that so?"

You nodded your head gently, looking into those deep dark brown eyes of his. Why did his warm gaze make you feel so safe? That's the exact opposite of how you should be feeling either him.

"There is a square just further up the road. I could take you that far." He gave a little shrug.

He saw the way you perked up, sitting more upright, your eyes glistening with interest. He's got you.

"Do you want to go?"

You turn your head in the direction of where Sam had gone.

"I will tell him we are going out, I won't keep you long. If I don't have you back in 15-20 minutes, he can do whatever he wants with me." Zemo raises his hands a bit to show he was serious.

"I won't let him do anything to you, but I would very much like to go out."

Zemo smiles as he gets up and goes to seek out Sam. You wait eagerly. When he returns, Sam in tow, he grabs his coat and slides it on. Sam comes over to you, looking like a big brother about to give a lecture.

"If he tries anything, call me. Bucky is still out, so you let me know. I don't trust him, but I know I trust you. If Zemo so much as makes you think he's up to something, call." Sam glares at Zemo.

You get up from your seat and nod, turning to Zemo and gesturing for him to lead the way.

When you step outside, you stand and let the sun hit you, feeling its warmth. The slight breeze that cuts through the street felt fresh against your skin.

Zemo comes up behind you, placing a hand on your back as he gazes at you.

"Shall we?"

You nod and let him walk with you up the street. There are very few about and it's nice. These buildings around you looked old, yet stunning. You could get used to walking these streets. Maybe you should retire from the whole saving the world thing and live in the backstreet of Europe.

You could dream.

The square opens up just ahead. Still few people were wandering about. Zemo led you to the centre and let you look around. You spun around slowly, taking in the few stalls that were set up, the buildings towering over you, the children playing in one corner. It was so peaceful.

"Do you like what you see?" Zemo asked.

You stop and look at him. You nod. Then, thought it's slight and barely there, you smile.

Zemo swears his heart stops for a moment.

"I do. Thank you."

Helmut takes a step closer to you, his hands down by his side. Those deep dark eyes of his are focused on you.

"That's the first time you have smiled because of something I did." He speaks quietly, as if this was a secret only for your ears.

"Oh? I think this is the most we have spoken to each other. I've kind of been ignoring you, haven't I?"

"Perhaps, but I'm not offended," he chuckles. "I'm honoured you have shared with me something so beautiful."

You stare at him.

"Are you blushing?" He laughs, the sound makes your heart skip a beat.

"No."

He raises a hand, a gloved finger lightly brushes your cheek. It was so soft and quick, you're not entirely sure you felt it, but it happened. You step back just a little, turning your head to the side slightly, biting back a bigger smile.

"Is that another smile I see?"

"Nope." You shake your head a little vigorously.

"You wound me."

You glance up to see he has a hand over his heart as he leans back, sort of as if he had been shot with an arrow.

With that cheeky grin on his face, and the way he's messing about and teasing you, you can't stop the laughter from spilling out. It's the exact sound he had hoped to hear again.

You place your hands on his shoulders and push him lightly, trying to get him to stop messing around, but he just grabs your hands gently and brings them to his chest, pulling you closer to him.

"I made you laugh! Such an achievement." He grins some more.

"Is that what you wanted?" You ask, happy enough to stand this close with him. His gloved hands were warm on yours.

"Yes."

You don't even bother trying to hide the next smile. This man has made you feel so comfortable in his presence, all while standing in unfamiliar territory.

"I should probably get you back now, but if you ever find yourself here in Riga again, I shall give you a list of places to go and things to see."

He goes to remove his hands from yours, but you are quickly to hold onto one of them with both of yours as you look him in the eye. You shake your head, causing him to furrow his brow at you.

"What's the point if I don't have my tour guide to show me everything?"

"Your tour guide?"

"Well, aren't you?" You tilt your head to the side. Your melting his heart with every little thing you do.

"I suppose I am, but I doubt we'll ever be back here together. I am a criminal, remember?"

"Yeah I remember. Still, I refuse to come back if my favourite tour guide isn't going to be with me." You squeeze his hand.

"I'm your favourite?"

"Well, technically, you're my only tour guide." You give him your best cheeky grin.

"I see." He steps a little closer. "Do I get anything for showing you the square today?"

"Oh, you want payment?" You roll your eyes.

"Perhaps just a little something?"

You smile softly as you brush your nose with his. The fact you're even considering it makes you think you've gone mad, but there's something irresistible about this man in front of you.

Before you even get the chance to kiss him, a cold metal hand grabs Zemo by the shoulder and pulls him back. You step back and look at Bucky, who is glaring at the man you were so close to kissing.

"What are you two doing?"

"Zemo was giving me a tour. Sam knows we're here. I wanted to see Riga." You look down, embarrassed.

Bucky let's go of Zemo and places an arm around you, guiding you back toward the safe house. Zemo straightened his clothes before following after you, annoyed that a perfect moment was disturbed.

When you get back, Bucky gives Zemo a warning before he goes off to brood in the next room. Sam follows after him to find out what happened.

Zemo goes to pour himself a drink, but you slide up beside him and take his hand back in yours.

"I'd like to pay now."

Zemo chuckles softly. "I was only teasing you."

"I know, but still."

Zemo sits there as you lean in place a delicate kiss to his cheek. You pull away and drop his hand.

"If you want anything more, you have to take me on a proper tour."

Zemo smiles softly.

"Is that a promise?" He asks, whispering to you.

"Yes."

"Then I shall have to do everything in my power to make sure I give you that tour."

You give him the brightest smile you can manage and step away before the boys come back.

Zemo gives a subtle wink.

Now there is NO WAY he is going back to prison. Not unless he disappoints someone so special.

Dancing the night away

Synopsis: You accomply Zemo to a ball yet you feel like you don’t truly belong there and you still compare yourself to Zemo’s ex wife but Zemo comforts you and assures you he loves you

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, all the fluff, plus very spicy end scene not 18+ but hella close

Word count: 2k

Authors note: As I promised a fluff one shot after the last one. We all need more loving Zemo in our lives. Also I just wanted to say that I love and appreciate every single one of you who likes and comments on my one shots. I used to write fanfiction on sites like Quotev and Wattpad and they never really got any attention which was quite down heartening to someone who wants to carry on writing for their career so all the love you have been showing to my Zemo one shots mean the world to me. Thank you all so much.

Once again Zemo had outdone himself. Buying you the most expensive dress in the shop, lavishing you with jewelry and make-up. Looking into the mirror even you could admit how stunning you appeared. You were wearing a tight-fitting emerald green dress that flurried out at the bottom in a swirl. The front of it cut down into a low v shape showing off the sides of your breasts.

You looked like how every little girl had always wanted to look like yet you couldn’t help but wonder...was this you?

You had never imagined you would be someone who would have a lot of money or meet someone who owned money. Let alone a Baron. It had happened so suddenly and you were swept up in a daze. It felt unreal, like every time you fall asleep you expect to wake back up in your old bed in your apartment. The truth was, deep down you felt like you didn’t deserve this.

You jumped as you felt hands wrap around your waist. Resting upon your stomach and pulling you in towards their chest.

“You look like the goddess Venus” Zemo whispers as he leans his head on your neck drinking in the scent of your perfume.

“If I hadn’t already promised the president I’d be there I would say screw this dance and take you right here”

“Zemo!” you gasp, your face instantly truing bright red at such a bold remark. You two had never gone that far in your relationship yet. You needed time to be ready before you ever went that far. Zemo respected that choice though he loved to tease you like that.

He chuckles, kissing your neck briefly then pulling back to admire himself in the mirror. “We will be the best looking couple there darling”

“You think so?”

Though his mouth was still turned into a smile he turned to you serious, “I know so y/n”

You break out into a big smile making Zemo smile flashing his teeth as well. He pulls you into a soft kiss, his hands gently holding onto you.

Following Zemo, he leads you to his car and a little while later you arrive at the ball. It felt like there were thousands of people there and they were all staring at you.

Zemo loved the attention. He politely smiled at everyone and greeted his friends there, introducing you to them.

You tried to make polite conversation but you had always been rather awkward. You didn’t know what you could say to people like them but Zemo made up for it by talking for you.

It felt like hours of you walking arm in arm with Zemo till he finally led you to the dance floor.

One hand on your waist and one holding yours, you two started to waltz to the music. Zemo started intently at you. His eyes sparkling in joy just to be in your presence while your face seemed to be in a permanent state of blushing.

“Have I told you just how much I adore your blush?” Zemo asks

You slightly chuckle still looking away, “Everyday” you breathed

“And I will continue telling you every day till you believe it”

“...Zemo”

“Darling, look at me” he whispers

Slowly you manage to drag your eyes off the floor and up into his warm chocolate ones. His grip on your hand tightens as he smiles warmly at you. “Words can not describe how stunning you are y/n. Poets would weep with joy just to be in your presence, even the stars would blow down to your light”

“I love you so much Zemo” you whisper

“I love you too”

You two continue to dance for the rest of the song till the music stops. You excuse yourself to step outside for a few moments.

Though Zemo loved to tell you how much he loved you, there was always a part of you that seemed to always doubt him. You were someone so common compared to him. Compared to his ex. He hardly spoke about her. You knew they were married with a child but they were both killed and it hurt him deeply. One day you snuck into his office and found a picture of her. She was so beautiful, so different to you.

“I hate seeing you looking so down darling” you hear Zemo say as he follows you outside. He stands behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.

“I’m fine” you try to reply but Zemo shakes his head, “I know you y/n, I know you are upset by something. I want to help you with whatever is lying heavily on your soul but I can’t unless you tell me”

You don’t say anything for a moment, you just breathe in and out trying to calm your nerves. Zemo pulls back from you. He turns you around and picks up your hands in his. He brings them up and kisses them gently.

Finally, you gather up the courage to just let it all go, to just say everything that had been bothering you.

“I don’t feel like I fit in here Zemo! Before I met you I was just an average person. Someone everyone here would look down on. Part of me still finds it hard to believe you even like me. Why would someone like you, a Baron, who could have any supermodel settle for someone like me. It doesn’t make sense. I feel so outcast here and I can’t help but think about your ex-wife. She was so beautiful, I saw that picture in your office of her. I know she is prettier than me and I just can’t understand why you would choose me after being with someone like her. I just don’t understand why you choose me Zemo!” you cried, letting the tears freshly leave your eyes.

Zemo looked shocked as you spoke but his facial expression soon turned to one of sadness. He raised his hands to your face, placing it on your side, and with his thumb, he brushed the tears away.

“Oh, y/n…” he whimpered as he struggled for a moment to find the right words.

With his other arm, he wraps it around your side and pulls you close to him till you could feel his breath on yours. His eyes stare intently into yours as he speaks,

“When I saw you in that restaurant a year ago, I was awestruck. My life had turned to shit. I’d lost everything and it felt like I was drowning in the waves of pain but when I saw you it was like the angels had blessed me. What drew me to you most though was your eyes. In the sun they shone, darling, tantalizing, drawing me in deep and under. I just had to talk to you. Other women may be pretty. Perhaps. But you darling. You look like the gods came down and painted you with the best colours in existence. Everything I say to you I mean and I want you to believe it. I would do anything just so you could see yourself the way I see you. I understand how you feel about my wife. It was my fault, not talking about her to you but the way I love you isn’t the same way I loved her. I always felt like I was forced to be in love with her like it was the right thing to do. Everyone told me I would be an idiot not to pursue her so I did. Yes, I liked her but I never felt connected to her. But you darling, I would throw everything away for you. I don’t care what anyone else says because I love you. I treasure you. Just looking at you makes my heart race still and my body feel warm. I want to hold you, touch you, taste you but at the same time, I’m scared I would taint you. That you were too beautiful, too innocent for the likes of me.” Zemo declares, never taking eyes off you.

Through his words you feel yourself melting. A warmness takes over you as your heart too nervously flutters. You place your hand over his chest and you can feel his heart quickly beating, almost in time to yours. He looks at you, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted as he desperately waits for your words.

“You mean the world to me Zemo, I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and never will. I could never come close to your way with words but...thank you. For saying that. It...it means so much to me to hear that. I’m still going to occasionally have doubts. I’m afraid that’s the way I am and I don’t think that will ever change but I’m not leaving you Zemo. Never”

Zemo wraps his arms around you bringing you into a hug as you rest on his chest, encompassed in his warmth. “I will be there every moment of every day to help you through your doubts”

Eventually, you pull back to look at him, at his lips. You were so drawn to him at that moment. You two were so close it was intoxicating. Pushing forward, you closed your eyes to kiss him. Zemo’s eyes fluttered shut as well and he raised his hands to wrap in your hair. They got tangled in them and he slightly tugged making you moan.

You both freeze as your blush comes back but you pushed past your embarrassment, kissing Zemo harder. Your core started to warm and this time you weren’t going to run away from your desire. You part your lips slightly and Zemo takes that invitation to explore your mouth with his tongue. You push into his further, wanting to feel his body against yours. This caused him to take a few steps back till he hit a wall. You moved your body slightly up and down his as you two kissed. He pulled back, out of breath as he gazed in wonder at you.

“Am I okay to go further?”

“Yes” you gasp, “Zemo I…” you knew it now, you knew you were ready, “Zemo I want you”

His teeth flash as he smiled at you before he lowered his face to your neck, sucking on a section. His hands also lowered down your back till they grabbed your ass. It elicits more moans out of you as his teeth graze your skin. His mouth wanders all over you like he was attempting to kiss every inch of you. As he moved his head lower you tangled your hands in his soft hair, tugging it slightly which made him groan.

When he reaches your chest area he grabs the back of your legs lifting you. You wrap both your arms and legs around him as he walks you over to a table and lays you down on it. You continue to hold onto him so that his body was between your tights and his chest was pressed against yours.

While everyone danced inside you and Zemo lost yourself to the pleasure outside.

Warmth

Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Summary: you’re cold and Zemo offers you his coat

Word Count: 1k~

Warnings: minor tfatws spoilers ep3 (edit: now this is a series, I will add a warning for eventual smut)

A/N: look I’m confused too 😂 but I’ve found myself a tad obsessed with Zemo the last couple of weeks, and this just kinda happened. I don’t know if there’ll be a big audience for this, but if anyone has any Zemo requests, send them on in and I’d be excited to give them a go! Also, since Sokovian isn’t a real language, I went with a tiny bit of google translated Latvian as a substitute!

Edit: the response to this was pretty big (THANK YOU!), so I’ve turned this into a series! You can find the next part here!

Sam and Bucky had asked you to keep an eye on Zemo while they went back inside to grab some weapons before you guys left for the docks. You were missing the warmth of the party now you were outside. The night air was biting at your skin as you stood outside Sharon’s place. The skimpy dress she’d told you to wear to fit in with the crowd was fine while you were inside, but now you were out in the night, it wasn’t so great.

You tried to muscle through it, but the occasional shiver wracked through your body, prompting you to quietly hiss at the cold.

Evidently, Zemo noticed.

“Would you like my coat?” He offered, starting to shrug the coat off his shoulders

“No, thank you, Zemo.” You shook your head and held a hand up before crossing it over your chest in an attempt to conserve some warmth.

“Please, call me Helmut.” He drawled, and you looked at him in disbelief for a split second before composing yourself.

“I think I’ll stick with Zemo.” You pursed your lips and looked away.

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𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

(this is a sequel to 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞, I recommend reading that first although it’s not 100% necessary… it would make this make a lot more sense though)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : it was just a matter of time before he upped the ante, all four of you knew that, but taking you all on a vacation specifically for this was a bit over-the-top.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 7.9k (hoo boy)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex + a scene that’s just zemo/reader, cockwarming, d/s dynamics, brief oral f receiving, a touch of dubcon/cnc but it’s very subtle and the reader is 100% consenting), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink (with zemo), ‘daddy’ kink (with sam), orgasm control/denial, overstimulation, creampie, praise with light degradation, possessiveness (but also sharing, lol), exhibitionism/voyeurism, choking, brief anal mention, once again technically cuckolding but not in the typical sense, slight corruption kink?, too many robes, latin sokovian (or as I like to call it, serbukromanian), also assume that whenever the reader and zemo are alone they are speaking sokovian even though I write the convos in english for the sake of simplicity

thank you for being my beta @nsfwsebbie​ !!

                   When your Baron told you he wanted to take you on a vacation, you immediately assumed it would be to the mountains or some European city full of history and culture.  Instead, you were a bit surprised to hear he was interested in a beach resort, a private villa he had purchased in French Polynesia.

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Daddy Dearest (An 18+ Helmut Zemo/Reader Oneshot

(Thank you to the very first Anon who requested Sugar Daddy! Zemo. This one’s for you)

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Tags: Sugar Daddy!Helmut Zemo, No Powers! AU, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit and Enthusiastic Consent, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Voyeurism, Cock Warming, Car Sex, Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus, Bubble Bath, Fluff, Zemo is Soft but also Not

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Extremely Explicit Sexual Content, Dehumanization (Zemo very shortly pets the reader’s head and orders them to do something like a dog. He also is referred to as treating them like property, but both only occur within a consensual BDSM-esque scene)

Word Count: 8000~

This fic has been crossposted under the same title to my AO3!

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One Last Night In Madripoor (An 18+ Helmut Zemo/Reader Oneshot)

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Tags: Smut, SoftDom!Zemo, Hook Up, Semi-Public Sex, Drinking, Safe Sex, Explicit Consent, First Meeting, Wall Sex, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content

Word Count: 4200~

This fic has been crossposted under the same title to my AO3!

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Good for a Weekend (Helmut Zemo)

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Summary: You were retired, a disgraced Avenger content living the rest of their life out in solitude. But Sam and Bucky's shenanigans dragged you back into the hero life and you found yourself face to face with the man who'd got you into this mess in the first place. The question is, however, is he really who you thought he was? Or are you just as crazy as him?

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Warnings: TFAWS Episode 3 Spoilers, Zemo (he's a warning), swearing, mentions of torture and experimenting (past), drinking, Zemo being semi-protective, I think that's it??

Word Count: 3.41k

Author's Note: Biting the bullet and writing this BEFORE Marvel does something to get us to hate him again. Also, ZEMO AND BLANK SPACE WORK SO WELL TOGETHER OMG.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You murmured, looking at the message from Sam flashing across your phone. Although you had stopped dead in your tracks, the chaos of the bustling streets of London continued around you. You pushed your sunglasses further up your nose, them having fallen down as you were peering at the screen of your burner cell.

‘Need your help in Madripoor ASAP,’ the text read. You weren’t daft, you knew exactly what kind of lawless entropy happened on that Indonesian island and if Sam was asking for your help, that meant he was in some deep shit.

‘I’m retired,’ you replied, glancing over your shoulder out of habit. Although you’d been pardoned after the Berlin incident by the government, you were still a disgraced Avenger in the eyes of the world. All you wanted was to live the rest of your life out in peace, a future without the world-saving you began when you left HYDRA with the Maximoff twins.

You hadn’t chosen to become a human lab rat, tortured and exposed to the mind stone until you could suddenly hear the thoughts of others in your head. Telepathy and telekinesis were not necessarily the kind of special skills that employers wanted to see on a resume, but alas, here you were. Thankfully, however, you'd learned to block them out until necessary to violate people's privacy. Fighting aliens and other superpowered entities, including the people you’d once considered to be your family, were in the past.

‘Please. It’s Bucky,’ Sam messaged again. Those three words were enough to make your blood run cold and your heart stop. Bucky was the reason you were in this mess in the first place, and you would be damned if the ex-assassin was going to fall back into the clutches of evil.

With a sigh, you typed back ‘fine’ and began the trek towards your apartment. Your phone was vibrating again immediately, Sam explaining that they would be picking you up at a small airstrip on the edge of the city.

Three hours later, you were walking along a long, concrete runway, the harsh England wind attacking your body as you pulled your leather jacket tighter around you. Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of a civilian jet rather than the military-esque vessels you’d become accustomed to. The steps were awaiting your ascent with an older man stood adjacent to the entrance.

“Ms.(Y/L/N),” he greeted. A thick accent laced his tone, one you couldn’t quite determine from the crackling of age in his voice. German or Russian, most likely, you deduced. Attempting to be polite despite your skepticism, you gave him a tight-lipped smile and handshake before the elder man gestured towards the stairs for you. Entering the jet, you turned right to be met with the familiar faces of Sam and Bucky.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky exclaimed, rising from his seat and embracing you in a hug. He held you tightly against his body, almost as if he wasn’t sure you were really there. The super soldier had taken a liking to you when the two of you stayed in Wakanda during your exile, both of you having a certain understanding of the other due to your shared experiences with HYDRA. The sergeant had become somewhat of a brother to you in your time away together. “What are you doing here?”

“Sam messaged me.” You replied, Barnes’ arms immediately releasing you as he whipped around to face Sam.

“You tattled on me to (Y/N)?” He scoffed. If looks could kill, Sam would have dropped dead from the darkness in Bucky’s orbs.

“Wait, if he’s okay then what am I here for?” You said, shifting your gaze to Sam as you raised a brow.

“You’re here to make sure that he stays in line.” Sam snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as Bucky let out an exasperated ‘Jesus Christ’ under his breath.

“Bucky’s fine, Sam.” You replied, rubbing your face with your hand in annoyance as you glanced at the super-soldier.

“He’s not talking about James.” A new voice sounded from behind you, one both vaguely familiar but also strange. Whipping around, you were met with a face you’d only ever seen through a screen. Zemo.

“What the fuck is he doing out of prison?!” You exclaimed, looking between Sam and Bucky in utter disbelief.

“Bucky broke him out of jail!” Sam exclaimed, pointing a finger towards the super-soldier.

“Sam’s the one who pulled me into this mess!” Bucky pointed back.

“You two morons have reached a whole new level of dumbassery!” You exclaimed, keeping a cautious gaze on Zemo in the corner of your eye. “You broke out the man who ripped apart the Avengers out of jail and you let him do it?! The same man who killed King T’Chaka! Do neither of you remember what T’Challa and the people of Wakanda just did for us after we became enemies of the state?! I cannot believe that you would betray their trust and help this monster to escape!”

You paused for a moment, breathing heavily as you looked at the ashamed faces of Bucky and Sam in front of you.

“I’m sorry to-” You heard Zemo begin, you turned to face him with utter rage shining in your eyes. “No! The grown-ups are talking, you can wait your turn.” You scolded him, almost as you would a child but just a tad harsher. Grown-ups may have also not have been the best choice of words to describe Wilson and Barnes.

“I don’t want any part of this suicide mission!” You snapped at the duo, moving to leave.

Thirty minutes later, however, you were still on the jet, glaring into a pair of brown eyes as the four of you flew through the air. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you were still there, but Sam and Bucky knew you too well and pushed just the right buttons to convince you to stay. Sam needed you to tap into Zemo’s mind if need be to figure out if he was planning on betraying them, and you didn’t want two of the last people you trust getting themselves killed if you could prevent it.

Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum were sitting across from each other, meaning that you got stuck sitting across from the Baron in silence. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, the darkness in your (Y/E/C) orbs not sitting well with the man.

“So, you read minds.” He began, rubbing his hands together anxiously. You noted the nervous tick and couldn’t help but feel amused at his discomfort, but your expression never faltered.

“You don’t need to make small talk.” You bit, your icy tone growing colder in every syllable.

“I’m genuinely curious, is all.” He began, pausing his fiddling to brush his hair back only to resume it once more. “It just seems like for someone with your abilities, you’re often an overlooked member of the team. You’re the most powerful, even more so than Maximoff or Banner, perhaps, yet you were never truly an Avenger, were you?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m retired.” You muttered, ending your glaring to gaze out the window. The way Zemo spoke about you was unsettling, especially considering how he felt about the Avengers. He seemed not to think that you were part of the team, similarly to Bucky, and that brought you a feeling of unease.

“And why is that?” Zemo pushed, your avoidance evidence that he’d struck a chord.

“Why do you care?” You scoffed, looking back at the Sokovian man, both annoyance and exhaustion present in your tone.

“Because I think you’re like me.” He answered, his tone becoming quieter. Zemo didn’t look at you with the same rage you’d seen in footage from 2016, nor with the amusement that he gazed at Bucky and Sam with. No, it was something different, softer and analytical, perhaps. You wanted to peer into his mind for something, anything to figure out what he was thinking, but he would likely feel your prodding into his consciousness. As of now, he didn’t seem to have any plans to betray you guys, and you wouldn’t be the one to give him a reason.

“That’s enough from you.” Bucky interrupted, rising from his seat to switch places with you, his brotherly possessiveness clear as day.

The rest of the flight was uneventful, and Zemo provided the three of you with costumes for the roles you were to play in Madripoor. Yours seemed to have been designed specifically to be horribly uncomfortable, both in feel and the amount of skin that was exposed in the cool evening air. The three of you were making your way towards the glowing city shining in the distance, the nerves in your stomach rising with each step.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp.” Zemo explained in response to Sam’s protests over his own outfit. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname.” Sam said, looking at the picture of Conrad on the phone Zemo had just handed him. “Hell, he does look like me though.”

“And who am I supposed to be playing, exactly?” You questioned, still unsure as to what role you would be playing in this scheme.

“My partner,” Zemo said simply, an amused smile working his way onto his lips.

“What?! No! Nu-uh, I’m not doing that!” You protested, Sam chuckling at your denial of what was probably inevitable.

“Would you rather the alternative of all of us getting slaughtered the second we step foot into the city?” Zemo retorted, still humored by your resistance.

“Fine, but if you try anything I’m going to break your nose.” You gave in.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

Soon, the four of you were making your way into a bar, Helmut’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist since the second you exited the car in a mock possessiveness. It was all part of the charade, you had to remind yourself, as the Baron kept your side pressed against his snugly.

Making your way up to the counter, the bartender didn’t look impressed to see the group of you there as he made his way over to you.

“Hello,” He began. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have a business to do, with Selby.” Zemo interjected before Sam could respond.

“The usual?” The bartender ignored Zemo and turned his attention back to Sam, who simply gave a curt nod in response. The bartender turned, grabbing a snake from a jar and slicing it down the underside with a blade. A part of you wanted to cackle, especially seeing Sam stiffen beside you, and you didn’t doubt that Bucky was having to restrain himself as well. Zemo didn’t seem surprised as the bartender pulled who knows what out from the snake and placed it into a glass.

“Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” The Baron commented, the bartender sliding Sam his beverage only to pour two glasses of a different liquor for Zemo and yourself.

“I love these,” Sam said, raising to clink glasses with yourself and the Sokovian man whose arm was still draped around you.

“Cheers, Conrad,” Zemo replied, smiling back at poor Sam. The three of you downed your burning liquor, Sam struggling the most out of the three of you, clearly appalled by the organ at the bottom of his shot. You could see Bucky give a little nod in the corner of your eye, knowing he must be finding this as amusing as you were.

A man soon approached Helmut from behind, tapping him on the shoulder before he turned to face the stranger, shifting you with him. When Zemo felt the little nudge, he immediately pulled you closer to him. You were even tighter against him now, so much so that you had to wrap an arm around him as well to stabilize yourself. It was almost as if he was trying to shield you from the man despite him knowing full well that you can hold your own.

“I got word from on high; you ain’t welcome here.” He spat, getting too close to the two of you for either of your likings. But Zemo kept his air of indifference while you instinctually moved closer into his side. It’s all an act, remember? You have to play the part of the clingy partner who would get frightened at such a rough man threatening you two. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo began, trailing off as he gestured to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The strange man asked Bucky, who merely glowered in response.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo finished, this time him being the one to get into the man’s face. Thankfully that was enough to send him away, most likely to Selby or this Power Broker who seems to be Madripoor’s own version of Big Brother.

You could feel Zemo let out a breath that you don’t think he even knew he was holding, giving a quick glance down at you before placing a peck on your temple. For the facade, of course. But what wasn’t fake were the butterflies rise in your stomach, something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Were you… Flustered?

No, you reminded yourself internally. This was a very bad man holding you close, the same one who killed the former King of Wakanda and ripped your team to shreds. Not only that, but he hated all the Avengers, so why did he seem to like you? It doesn’t matter whether or not he likes you, he’s Zemo. But the more time you spent with him, the more intoxicated you became. He was starting to look more and more like your next mistake, and love is certainly not a game you wanted to be playing with him. Right?

The next thirty or so minutes were a blur. Bucky having to fake being the Winter Soldier to kick a bunch of men’s asses to finally meeting up with Selby, only for Sam to break your cover through a phone call and Selby quickly being shot. The four of you promptly exited the bar, attempting to remain inconspicuous until bounty hunters from all around started shooting at you. Bucky and Sam jumped forward, meanwhile, Zemo darted to the right, dragging you with him as he moved his hand from your waist to interlock your fingers.

You cut through alleyway after alleyway, hiding in the shadows as gunfire echoed around you. Eventually, you managed to catch up with Bucky and Sam, approaching the pair with your hand still in his.

“Well this is too perfect.” A female voice interrupted your mini-reunion, Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows as she ripped down her hood, gun fixated on Zemo.

“Drop it Zemo,” She started, Zemo raising his gun-holding hand before lowering the weapon to the ground. “You cost me everything.”

“Sharon, wait.” You reasoned, raising your hand as you slowly backed up.

“What, are you his lover now? His sugar baby or some shit?” She badgered you, causing your eyes to widen as you only just remembered that you were still holding his hand. You quickly dropped it, raising it to match your other arm as Zemo sent you a look that you couldn’t decipher. Oh, how desperately you wanted to look into his mind, but the little bit of sanity left in you told you to leave it be.

“Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead,” Sam explained.

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.” Sharon replied, gun still pointed at your group.

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky questioned the blonde.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass so that you could save his ass from his ass and became a criminal with their ass.” She explained, pointing the gun at each mention of whoever's ass it was that turn. “Unlike you, I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up, so, I’m off the grid in Madripoor.”

“Hey, don’t blow that smoke. I was on the run, too.” Sam rebutted Sharon’s complaints.

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore - I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.”

“Listen…” You began. “Sharon, we need your help, the former agent only laughing in response. “Please.”

“This isn’t over.” She conceded, shaking her head at you. “I have a place in High Town, you should be safe there for a while.”

Sharon’s place was definitely nicer than yours is now, and you’re not even on the run anymore. She, thankfully, had a change of clothes for you to slip into, the soft material much a welcome relief from the tortuous item Zemo had you wearing.

While you were waiting for Sharon’s guests to begin arriving for whatever event would soon be taking place downstairs, everybody slowly filtered out of the room until it was only Zemo and yourself remaining.

“Can I ask you a question?” You spoke up, breaking the silence from your spot on the sofa as you glanced towards the Baron seated across the room.

“Ask away.” He smiled, taking a sip from the amber liquid in his glass.

“What did you mean earlier, when you said we were the same.” Your voice was quiet now, so much so that you weren’t sure if he’d even heard you. That is until he got up from his seat and slowly walked towards you.

“I never wanted to tear the Avengers apart, not until they killed my family. Destroyed my city… Sure, I didn’t like them, but I didn’t want to destroy them. It was all about vengeance.” He began, sitting beside you on the yellow fabric. “For you, it was HYDRA who ruined your life. You joined the Avengers because it was where the last people you had left were going and it was the easiest way for you to ensure the organization was destroyed. You never wanted the idolization that came with being a hero, and it was clear when your work was done that you had no desire to keep going. Everything that came after the Sokovia Accords was out of survival.”

“I’m not saying you're right,” you began, “but what would that make me, then? Insane? Cause that seems to be the running theory.”

“You’re not crazy, despite how rumors fly. Neither am I, really.” He began, eliciting a small smile from you at the last bit he added. “You’re a fighter, someone doing whatever it takes to get their agenda done. Whether that means breaking the law or joining the Avengers, nothing will stop you once you put your mind to it - it’s one of the things I admire about you.”

You pursed your lips as you focused on the amber fluid floating in its crystalline home, him taking another sip of the burning liquid. Your gaze shifted back to his face, and oh god, look at that face. Maybe it was the liquor in your system already or maybe your last bit of sanity was finally escaping your mind, but suddenly his past didn’t seem to matter anymore. You had plenty of red on your ledger as well, and the more he spoke the more you began to sympathize with him.

“So you admire me?” You smirked, crossing your arms as you tilted your head slightly to the right playfully.

“Why don’t you look into my mind and tell me?” He replied. Reaching out, you gently placed your fingers against his temple as you gazed into his consciousness. Flashes of magic and madness, ideas of a love that could be forever or go down in flames. You didn’t go searching deeper, because your own mind was racing. Would pursuing this be worth all the pain that could very well follow? No, not could, would. You’d be betraying your former teammates, but what did that matter much anymore.

Rather than pulling your hand away, you placed your lips gently on his, tentatively, even. He tasted of expensive liquor and a hint of peppermint, and you found yourself intoxicated. The kiss ended far too soon for your liking, him pulling away so his brown orbs could gaze into your own.

“So… What do you say?” He asked, cupping your cheek in his hand, you place your own over top of his.

“Why not?” You smiled back, reconnecting your lips to his.

“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.”

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Returning a Favor (Zemo x Reader fic)

TFATWS Ep. 4 Spoilers!!

Summary: When your old friend, Sam Wilson, needs your help in Riga you drop everything and go. You knew they broke Baron Helmut Zemo out of jail, but you didn’t expect to bond with the villain. (AKA: I thought getting hit in the face by the Shield would at least leave a bruise. Here’s how that would go down with a fourth person.)

CW: Blood, wounds, some creepy behavior (not from Zemo), a few Y/N inserts

No smut yet, just cute cuddles and taking care of each other. Maybe smut in the future though! Let me know if you want a Part 2 or added to a tag list for potential future fics! I think the reader can be any gender; I tried to write it that way and be inclusive, but please tell me if I messed up!

If you know me in real life, no you don’t:) I write most of my fics on @aurora521 and write on AO3 and fanfiction.net under the same name. Please don’t come for me about finding Zemo attractive.

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Returning a Favor

Meet me in Riga. -S

That was the text you received from Sam Wilson, your old military friend, yesterday. And now here you are, outside the Riga airport walking toward Sam in traditional undercover superhero attire- a baseball hat and sunglasses.

“Thanks for coming,” he greeted. “We have a little problem.”

“Is his name Baron Helmut Zemo by chance?” You asked, following him to a jet black sports car.

You were very aware of just what type of trouble Sam was getting himself into since you, a SWORD agent, still had access to all kinds of classified information.

“See for yourself,” Sam muttered, gesturing to the back door of the car and climbing in the driver’s seat himself.

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Perfectly exasperating

Synopsis: You really disliked Zemo, but one person you disliked more? John Walker. After bonding over how you disliked him with Zemo, you have the unfortunate situation of running into John. He flirts, insults, and hurts you and Zemo is ready to put him in his place.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Use of swear words, John Walker being a dick, soft Zemo, protective Zemo

Author’s note: I was not intending this fic to come out as long as it did. This was one of the ones I had been putting off to write other stuff till I finally pulled myself around to writing it and ended up getting really into it. Funny how that happens.

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“Would you care for a Turkish delight?”

You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance, refusing to even look at him. Instead of forcing your eyes to focus on a spot in front of you, not moving them in the slightest. Zemo waited for a few moments before sighing and turning away from you.

“You’ll eventually have to talk to me, y/n” he exclaims as he walks over to the kitchen side of the room. You were sitting in the safe house Zemo had provided. There wasn’t much to do, just sit and wait till the funeral started. Zemo sought to communicate to you to keep you two occupied, but you didn’t want to talk with him, so you didn’t. You just sat on the settee, staring at the sofa opposite you while Zemo walked around looking through the cupboards for food.

You were pissed when Bucky revealed he broke Zemo out of prison.

The avengers had been your family. Whenever you needed them Steve would be there to offer you advice, Tony there to make you laugh. Nat there to beat up whoever required it. Everything was wonderful in your life. For once. And he had ruined it.

He caused the family you loved to split, hate each other, and that left you alone. So alone. Losing both Tony and Steve made you more mad at Zemo. He robbed the last years you could have spent with them, so yeah, no wonder you refused to talk to him.

He loved to annoy you, though. Any moment he got he was beside you, creating sarcastic remarks about what was happening, trying to joke around with you. Trying anything to communicate with you. The worst of it was when he insisted you had to be his date on the mission in Mandripoor. Feeling his arm wrap around you, a kiss to your temple, the smell of his cologne flooding you, drawing you in. It pissed you off knowing how easily you fit into the role of his date. Yet you knew deep down why. Every time he made a snide remark, you had to bite your tongue to stop making one back. Every time he tried to joke with you, it took all your effort not to snort. You hated him and everything he does, yet you could sense a fondness growing for him, just a slight one, in the deepest corner of your heart. Left there to be locked away. Never acknowledged.

“So, the new Captain America, huh? What’s he like?” you hear Zemo ask, leaning on the counter of the kitchen table, his eyes burning into the side of your head.

You feel bile rise to your mouth as he spoke.

John Walker.

John fucking Walker.

If you hated Zemo, you despised John Walker. Just thinking of him brought a scowl to your lips. Steve meant everything to you. He was a father figure to you. He stood for all you believed in. He was your hope, your light in the darkness. And John Walker seemed to tarnish it. You wouldn’t have minded him if he was a different mascot for America. If he became America’s new hope. It was the fact that they called him Captain America. That he had the shield. The title belonged only to Steve. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is what he was doing. Him being called Captain America felt like a spit on Steve’s memory. People would forget him, everything he did for the country he loved. They would only focus on John Walker, and you detested that.

You didn’t blame Sam for giving away the shield, unlike Bucky. You could understand why he did it. That shield held such a responsibility, such a legacy it seemed impossible to ever live up to. No, you blamed the people who took the shield away from the museum. Without Sam’s permission. They should have asked Sam. But of course they didn’t care. They didn’t care at all.

“I see by your reaction that your impression of him isn’t a pleasant one,” Zemo says, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Have you met him?” he asks

You try to hold back your opinion, but John Walker made you so frustrated, you knew if you didn’t rant about him you would burst.

“Yes. He’s a dick,” you spit out

Zemo quickly straightens up, surprised you actually answered one of his questions.

“Oh? Are you finally speaking to me.” he inquires, walking around the kitchen counter towards you.

“Don’t push your luck” you mutter, side eyeing him as he sits down opposite you. Sam and Bucky were out leaving you alone with Zemo. At the moment you were all waiting till the funeral. Zemo claimed there were a few hours to kill before everyone had to gather. Sam and Bucky decided to check out the town, make sure they knew it well in case a situation occurred where we had to dash. They had forced you to babysit Zemo.

“No, no, I like to hear you talk. Please, if talking about how this new Captain America is a dick is how I get you to speak to me, then let’s continue.” Zemo says, pouring out a glass of whisky for you and him. He holds the glass out to you, an eyebrow raised. You sigh, grabbing the glass out of his hand and drank, feeling the warmth creep up your throat. Zemo chuckles as he watches you, leaning back on the sofa, his arms resting on top of it.

“My, my. The man must be terrible if just the thought of him is making you talk and accept drinks from me,”

“He’s so infuriating! He thinks because he is Captain America he can stick his nose in other people’s business!”

“Ah, so he is one of those people. Doesn’t understand boundaries. How rude,”

“And get this, he got annoyed at us! Telling us we should stay out of his way when he is the one getting in our bloody way!”

“No” Zemo fake gasps

“Yes!” you exclaim, going into a rant, “I can’t even bear to call him Captain America. He doesn’t deserve to be called that. His actual name is John Walker. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is exactly what he is doing! And how he talks to me as well. He’s so condescending, treating me as if I am a kid while trying to compliment me and act like he’s all that in front of me,”

Zemo’s eyes narrow and he places the glass down on the table between you two, “You mean he flirts with you?”

“If you could call that pathetic excuse flirting. I suppose. It pisses me off though,”

“I can imagine. He sounds nothing like what Steve was. Nothing like his legacy,”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, watching Zemo curiously. “I assumed you hated Steve”

“I never hated him. No. I can admire what he stood for, I just find unrealistic. All superheroes are flawed. Innocents will consistently be collateral damage while superheroes are allowed to exist.”

You stare at Zemo, amazed. Not realising the silence you were making. You had always thought he hated Steve. It always seemed that way. Yet he didn’t? Knowing he didn’t hate the guy you always viewed as a father figure mattered to you. And you don’t know why.

Zemo stared back at you. He was studying your eyes, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He didn’t realise what he thought about Steve would have affected you, but it appears he was wrong.

“Don’t worry y/n we’re back and guess what! We found your fav-” Sam shouts, opening the doors of the room and strutting in but he pauses, noticing you and Zemo staring at each other from the sofa’s. “What’s going on here?”

Zemo is the one to pull out of the eye contact trance, smirking as he looks over at Sam, “We were just discussing John Walker.”

Bucky who had followed Sam in grounded at hearing Zemo utter that name. “Perhaps you two would like a drink and join us in considering how much of a dick he is?” Zemo asks, raising his glass to them.

A few hours later you walked down the street following Zemo to find his associate. You didn’t appreciate how secretive he was being, but you understood it. He had many people who wanted to get him, and the second he wasn’t useful to us. He would be doomed.

“It’s too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” you hear a whiny voice shout. Peering up, you notice John Walker and his sidekick ‘Battlestar’ or whatever jogging down the steps towards you.

“Ah! How did you find us now” Bucky shouts with his arms raised, striding towards them.

“Come on. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention,” his friend responds.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John mutters angrily

Zemo, who you were walking besides, turns his head to you, “I understand what you mean by infuriating”

You chuckle as John looks angrily between you two, “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,”

“He did that himself technically” Bucky replies, and Zemo grins at you, as if bragging about it.

“Aw, this better be an unbelievable explanation-” John Walker exclaims, reaching up to you.

“Hey take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam suggests, interrupting John.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo reveals to John Walker, his seductive accent sticking out from the rest of them. He tries to walk past John. You, Bucky and Sam follow, but John stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

Zemo glares ahead, disgusted at John for even daring to touch him.

“Well, where” he says, getting into Zemo’s face

“All we know is, it’s a memorial so we are going to intercept her there,” Sam adds, trying to defuse the tension.

Zemo grabs John Walker’s hand and pushes it off him, striding forward again, and you jog to catch up with him.

“See why I call him a dick now,” you whisper

Zemo smirks, looking back at you, “Yes. He’s perfectly exasperating”

“What? No. Wait. No! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop. Okay?” John exclaims running forward and stopping you all in your tracks again after something Sam had said. “I think we are way past reasoning with her”

Zemo just stares ahead, fed up with John while you groan in annoyance. Not being able to even bring yourself to look at the man in front of you.

They argue for a few moments while you and Zemo stand idly to the side, Zemo glances at you rolling his eyes making you giggle. You smack his arm slightly trying to get him to stop making you laugh, but that only makes Zemo chuckle along with you. Eventually they calm John down but he glares over at Zemo, “We will deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion” Zemo says, gesturing with his hands. He walks ahead, searching for his associate while John Walker moves beside you. You try to pick up your pace, but he keeps up.

“So working with a criminal now. Not very avengery like. I thought Zemo hated Steve. I wonder what Steve would think of you working with him,” he mutters peering at you.

“Need I remind you-you are also working with him now,”

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that,” John responds grinning, placing his palm on your back.

“Get your hand off me” you growl scowling at him

“Most women would fawn over me” John cockily resorts, still not removing his hand

“She asked you to remove your hand” you hear Zemo state, glancing over you see he had stopped walking forward, turned around and was now glaring at John. “Do I need to remove it for you?” he says angrily.

John frowns at Zemo. Finally, taking his hand off you and striding up to Zemo. Zemo tilts his head, his jaw clenching in fury as he stares at John.

“You are nothing but a dirty criminal. Don’t think for a second you can talk to me like that,”

“I will when you are being rude and disrespectful towards a lady,”

John scoffs, peeking over to you, then back to Zemo. Everyone else was standing to the side, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“What did she suck you off or something?”

Chaos ensured.

Bucky and Sam had to leap forward to stop Zemo from launching onto John while Battlestar had to hold John back. “Too far man, too far” he muttered to John

Zemo was snarling at John, his teeth bared in rage. His hair had fallen loose from their usual position and was hanging down over his forehead, giving him a more wild look. The vein in his neck stood out, twitching. His eyes were raging with fire as he looked at John. He kept trying to push past Bucky and Sam to get to John, but eventually gave up knowing it was futile.

You were standing at the side, shocked that John would have the ego to say something like that and at Zemo’s rage towards John for saying it. John adjusts his head. Not looking you in the eyes, but looking in your direction. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that”

Pulling your senses together, you walk up to John, glaring at him. “Yeah, you damn well shouldn’t have. You’re a dick. Nothing like Steve. You never will be,”

John wrinkles his nose in anger, frowning at your remark. You walk over to Zemo now that Bucky and Sam had let go of him. You give him a nod, showing your appreciation, and he nods back, though still glaring at John.

“Who I choose to associate myself with is none of your business. Who I choose to suck off is none of your business. Perhaps you can go fuck yourself and learn a bit of decency,” you spit at him.

A brilliant thought crosses your brain for another way to twist the dagger of your dislike into John. You reach out and grab onto Zemo’s hand, clasping it.

The action causes everyone to turn wide eyed to you. Including Zemo. He glances down at your hand in his then back to yours, surprise in his gaze but he immediately covers it up turning back to John smirking. He turns to behind himself, then back to the group.

“My associate is up ahead,”

You all turn to look forwards and see a little girl staring at you. Walking forward again, gripping his hand, Zemo nods to the girl as you all approach.

“Hello my friend,”

He holds out some money, a lot by the looking of it, and says to her, “This is for your family”

The girl hastily snatches it, obviously in need of it, and you can’t help but feel your heart warm a bit, seeing how kind Zemo was being to her.

“Can you show us the way?”

She beckons with her hands and walks forward. Zemo looks back at you, nodding to make sure you were okay, then follows her.

“What the hell” John murmurs from behind.

Following the girl, she leads you to a building. She turns, pointing inside a doorway, and runs inside not to be seen again.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo tells the rest of the group. Sam replies and heads inside to talk to her while John suddenly grabs Zemo’s arm and yanks him against the machine on the wall.

Zemo moans as he is shoved into it, the hard outer piece hitting into his chest roughly.

“Hey. You’ve got ten minutes” John shouts to Sam as he takes out a pair of handcuffs and attaches them to Zemo.

“Really” Zemo mutters as John cuffs him to the machine.

“Then we are doing things my way,” John declares ignoring him

“Aggressive” Zemo jokes, though from his eyes you could still see the anger he harbors towards John.

He twists his head to watch John stride forward, staring at Sam, then back to him. “But I get it”

You wander over to stand by Zemo as you wait for Sam to talk to Karli.

“This day has brought a lot of changes. This morning you refused to say a single thing to me and now just moments ago you were holding my hand,” Zemo speaks quietly to you.

You shoot him a glare, “I did that to agitate John,”

“Sure, that was the only reason” but you knew from his eyes he didn’t believe you. They sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

“That cuff must bother you” you mention glancing over at them.

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy cuffs, in the right setting of course,” he quips.

You turn on your side, looking at him, your lips curling into a smile. If we are going to play that game, you thought.

“Oh, what setting would that be?”

Zemo’s smile deepened, enjoying seeing you play along, “I’m sure you would like to know”

“Do you have to do this here!” John exclaims, glaring at the two of you. You quickly step back from Zemo, forgetting that you two had company. Your eyes snap to Bucky’s with worry, but he wasn’t looking at you. He glared at the ground, not seeming to care what was happening between you and Zemo.

After that Zemo tried to engage you in conversation again but you effectively ignored him, going back to how you were treating him earlier, which you knew was frustrating him.

John was looking down at the shield, then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, panting. Both you and Zemo glanced up, watching him cautiously. You glanced at Zemo and he stared back, confirming you were both thinking the same thing about Walker.

He got up and started shuffling towards the doorway. Both you and Bucky eyed at each other for the first time with the same recognition in your eyes. You leave Zemo’s side to walk over to where John was.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John mutters as he paces around. Zemo watches him like a hawk while you and Bucky stand side by side, arms crossed.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Sit tight,” Bucky replies.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he spits back, pacing around.

“He knows what he is doing,” you reply

There’s silence for just a moment. You watch as John turns towards you and walks fast, hitting his fist against the shield, “I’m going in”

Bucky walks forward and places his hand on John, stopping him from moving further.

He tries to antagonise Bucky, trying to make him guilty for what could happen to Sam. And you could tell his words were influencing him.

“You will not be going in till ten minutes are up,” you state sauntering over to them

“Oh, so the whore has something to say,” John spits out

In the back, Zemo growls, tugging on the cuffs that connected him to the wall. You feel the outrage prick up on you as John’s remark.

“Don’t call her that” Bucky says, glaring at John

“She’s been openly flirting with the terrorist over there, so yeah, I think it’s appropriate to call her that,” John bites back

You rush forward, attempting to punch John in rage, but he was able to sidestep you and brings the shield up, connecting it harshly to the side of your head. Pain soars across your face as you fall down onto the ground. You groan, your eyesight going dark around the sides and black patches covering parts of what you could see.

“BASTARD” you hear someone shout with a beautiful accent. From the floor, you can’t make out much of what is going on. Someone with a metal arm attacking another guy. A man with a shield being attacked by a man in a trench coat. It was all too confusing for you. You just wanted to sleep.

You could feel yourself fading in and out. Your eyes begging to close. You could hear shouting. Someone talking.

Your head was raised. Someone was holding it in their hands. Your vision is blurry but as they get nearer your eyes could focus on them. Beautiful brown eyes, messy brown hair, cute thin lips. It was him.

“Y/n!?” Zemo shouted at you, “Y/n stay with me”

“My head hurts” you mutter to Zemo as he lifts you up, placing you against the wall. Slowly your eyesight came back, and you could see your surroundings. Only you and Zemo were left.

“Zemo, where is everyone?” you ask turning your head, but in doing so it makes you feel incredibly dizzy. You groan as Zemo places a hand on the side of your face to stop you moving.

“They went after the Sam,”

“I need to help them!”

“No, you need to stay here and recover,”

You look over at the wall then back to Zemo, “How did you get out of the cuffs?” you ask

“Ah well…” Zemo says and glances down at his hand, your eyes follow and widen seeing his hand, bruising covering it, his thumb sticking out at an odd angle.

“You broke your hand to get out!?”

“Well, I couldn’t let him get away with saying those things and hurting you,” Zemo mutters, smiling slightly but you could see the pain flickering in his eyes, “I gave him a well-deserved punch in the face”

You chuckle at the thought. Leaning forward, you kiss him lightly on his forehead, a gesture of you wanting to ease his pain. You move back just in time to see him looking at you, surprised, before your vision faded.

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Fandom:  MCU Pairing:  Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader Warnings:  Sexual intercourse with a female-identifying person with a vagina + a bit of sugar daddy Zemo vibes at the end Notes:  Y’all… don’t judge me. I have a power kink, and Marvel did me dirty by randomly deciding that Zemo is fifthly rich royalty. And my girl @henrysmorgan​ did me even dirtier by actively encouraging my attraction to this fucker. So, blame Marvel, and blame her. // This is kind of really fucking long, and I didn’t edit it much, because I wanted to get it posted before episode 4, in case that episode flips the script. So, potentially some editing issues, and slightly rushed writing. Hopefully it’s alright, but please let me know if I screwed up anywhere. // Lots and lots of TFAWS ep. 3 spoilers

When Bucky texted you to ask that you meet him in some dusty, old, abandoned-looking car garage, you certainly didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that an old friend needed your help, so you intended to be there.

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touch starved

summary: On a mission to collect more information about hydra, Zemo books the honeymoon suite for him and (Y/n). There is a small problem.

request: THERES ONLY ONE BED reader x Zemo ~ anon

pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader

warnings: no spice because fluff is my comfort zone, ONE BED!?

words: 850

a/n: can someone please tell me to stop overthinking everything and above all being insecure about whatever the hell I do? pleeeaseee

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“Baron and Baroness Zemo. Welcome! Here is your key card for the honeymoon suite. Your luggage awaits you upstairs“, the hotelier greets the couple with a friendly smile and hands Zemo the key card. (Y/n) tenses at the mention of her fake name but Zemo only presses her tighter against his side.

“Have a nice time!“, the hotelier winks at (Y/n) and watches the couple walk towards the private elevator. Before the doors close he sees the Baron pressing a loving kiss to the Baroness‘ temple.

The second the doors close and the two of them are finally alone, (Y/n) pushes Zemo against the wall with a hand around his neck. Without a word she glares angrily at him and Zemo immediately understands.

“Only playing my part as your husband, darling“, Zemo states and looks down at (Y/n). There is a cocky smile on his lips when the woman takes a step back and sighs annoyed.

“Did you really have to book the honeymoon suite?“, (Y/n) asks as she crosses her arms before her chest and stares at the red numbers, hoping for this elevator run to end.

“Yes“, Zemo answers without a real explanation. He is a Baron. He is rich. Of course he booked the honeymoon suite.

Finally the doors open and Zemo takes (Y/n)s hand to drag her inside their apartment for the next week. That is if they can convince the hydra supporter that they are actually married and he tells them everything they need to know.

The two enter the honeymoon suite and while Zemo is used to such an environment, (Y/n)s eyes widen in overstimulation. Everything is so pretty and expensive.

The first room is a living room with the softest couch (Y/n) ever laid eyes on as well as a huge television. (Y/n) walks through the other rooms and stops in the bedroom. Her heart stops beating for a second. There is only one bed.

“Why is there only one bed?“, (Y/n) asks breathless and turns around the moment Zemo enters the bedroom. He has two glasses of champagne in his hands.

“It‘s the honeymoon suite, darling“, Zemo returns and gives (Y/n) one of the glasses. He raises his own glass but (Y/n) already drinks her champagne in one go.

“Then you will be the one to sleep on the couch“, (Y/n) says and leaves the room without even waiting for Zemos comment. She knows arguing with him will lead to nothing. He will only call her darling again and make her feel uncomfortable as well as comfortable at the same time.

After (Y/n) rediscovered her luggage, she takes some fresh clothes and enters the bathroom to shower. She does her best to ignore Zemo watching her every move.

Because of the long flight and hot shower (Y/n) is quite tired when she exits the bathroom again. She can‘t find Zemo in the living room. Maybe he is doing something useful for their mission. But actually he is sitting in the huge bed reading a book.

“What the hell?“, (Y/n) exclaims shocked as she lays eyes on the shirtless Zemo sitting on the bed. He lowers his book and smiles innocently at the woman.

“This bed is big enough for the two of us“, Zemo states and pats the free space beside him, even pulling back the blanket for (Y/n) to get comfortable. She is too tired to argue with the arrogant man so (Y/n) sits down with a sigh. But she also places a few pillows between herself and Zemo.

“If you touch me, I will throw you out of the window“, (Y/n) warns her companion and switches off the lights. Zemo is forced to place his book aside and lays down next to (Y/n).

The first seconds are quite awkward. No one dares to move but eventually the two of them fall asleep.

Because of their tossing and turning Zemo and (Y/n) destroy the pillow wall. And when (Y/n) turns to place her head on one of these pillows, she actually lays her head on Zemos chest. In his sleeping and dreaming state Zemo wraps an arm around the woman.

In the morning (Y/n) is the first one to wake up. She hides her face in the pillow under her until a very familiar and expensive scent fills her nostrils. At first (Y/n) believes it‘s the bedroom but then she feels the warmth and moving of Zemo breathing under her body.

Quickly (Y/n) sits up and brings as much distance as possible between her and the Baron. Heat reaches her cheeks and she stares at Zemo with wide eyes. Her breathing is unsteady, almost erratic.

“I would have never thought you were touch starved“, Zemo says with a rough voice and opens his eyes. He smiles amused at (Y/n) who frowns at him.

“I‘m not ... touch starved“, (Y/n) growls and grabs the next people she can reach and throws it straight at Zemos pretty grinning face. With a laugh he sits up and turns to leave the bed.

“Would you like your breakfast in bed?“

“Breakfast in the ... bed?“

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this magic moment

helmut zemo x fem!reader

reader and zemo need to pretend to be a couple for a fancy gala in order to get information

mutual pining, fake dating trope, light usage of y/n, canon divergence but i just... added something, mentions of the power broker

1.9k words

my getting down with zemo on the dance floors fic is coming but have fake dating and mutual pining during a slow dance instead

Having worked with Sam and Bucky for a little while, you knew to expect the unexpected with them. Breaking Zemo out of prison was a shock, but not one it took you very long to come to terms with. But now, being stood in front of a mirror in a gown fancier than you could ever afford and hair styled to perfection you felt shocked.

It was just a little infiltration, chat up a man who could get information on anyone in the world and leave. It was meant to be a way to learn more about the power broker.

But Sam and Bucky didn’t want you to go alone since the four of you were currently wanted criminals, and wanted by the power broker. Zemo was a Baron, he knew the ins and outs of these sort of galas. So you were going as a couple.

You stepped out of the bathroom, hearing Sam let out a whistle. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress before.” He commented.

“Yeah well, fighting crime doesn’t really give much room for dresses and skirts, does it?” You asked playfully, sitting on the couch of Zemo’s apartment with your heels in hand.

It was then that Zemo came out of his room, and to say you didn’t feel your body heat up seeing him in a dapper suit instead of just that coat would be a lie.

“Let me help you,” he said, sitting beside you as he laced up your shoes for you. “We’re supposed to be a couple tonight, afterall.”

“And how long is this going to take, exactly?” You asked him, watching as he finished up one of your shoes and started on the other.

“It all depends, with what information we have I’m assuming it shouldn’t take any longer than three hours… but some of these people are hard to converse with.”

The idea of being surrounded by people who, at any moment, could turn you and Zemo into the authorities was something that didn’t sit well with you. But it needed to happen, you knew that if you didn’t take risks there was no way you were going to get to the power broker.

With that, you and Zemo took, you grabbing your coat and Zemo grabbing his as well.

“You have her home by eleven!” Bucky teased from the kitchen island, causing you to roll your eyes in mock annoyance as you followed Zemo out and into one of his fancy cars.

The venue took about ten minutes to drive to, as you were about to open the door you felt Zemo stop you.

“Let me,” Zemo said, stepping out of the car and looping around to open your door for him. Taking his hand, you walked with Zemo to the door.

“Tickets, please?”

Zemo fished around in his coat pockets for a moment before pulling out the convincing looking tickets. fakes, courtesy of Sharon. But they were believable, and the bouncer let you both inside the room.

The moment you stepped inside you almost felt like you were in the wrong place. Where you expected to only see balding businessmen boring their wives as they spoke to senators here in private you instead saw people dancing and laughing. If anything, it looked like a wedding.

“Don’t be fooled by their happy expressions, none of these people are to be trusted.” Zemo leaned down to whisper in your ear, nodding in response and letting him guide you to the table reserved for your ticket numbers.

“So… are you a good dancer?” You asked him quietly, feeling almost out of place being some of the only people not dancing.

“Of course, I’ve been to dozens of these events. But we have to wait for him to get here.”

You did remember Sharon mentioning something about the man typically being late, but that we would know his presence when he arrived. It was, however, ‘too dangerous’ for her to reveal his name to us over any communications line.

So you sat with Zemo, making casual conversation and scooting a little closer together every time anyone looked at the two of you. It wasn’t until a couple joined you at your table that you started getting nervous.

“You two are just a dashing couple, what brings you here?” The man questioned, something about him was definitely off. Though you knew Zemo said everyone was off, something about him just made it feel more outward and obvious.

“Oh! My Fiance, Helmut, wanted to bring me to one of these galas before our wedding. I thought it would be lovely practice for our first dance.” You responded, as sweetly as you could manage as a wide smile covered your face.

“Helmut Zemo, this is my soon to be wife, Y/N.” Zemo greeted, shaking the man’s hand from across the table. It was dangerous mentioning your real name in your opinion, but Sharon insisted that it needed to be your real name if you were to do business with this man.

The man smiled, releasing Zemo’s hand and leaning back in his chair. “James Minoki… if you were hoping to practice your dancing abilities I do believe you’re missing your chance, though!”

You and Zemo laughed for a moment before he stood, offering his hand to you. “May I have this dance?”

“You may.”

You took Zemo’s hand within yours, allowing him to guide you to the dance floor. As Zemo wrapped an arm around your waist, the other remaining in your hand, your arms found their way to be wrapped around his neck.

“He’s watching,” Zemo affirmed, letting you tug him a bit closer. Whether it was to keep up appearances, or because you genuinely wanted to comfort, you weren’t sure.

“Is that our guy?”

“I think so, but I’m not sure… I think he’s testing us.”

If you were smarter, and less in your feelings, you would have just bit the bullet and kissed your fake fiance to keep up appearances. But you couldn’t, despite having become kind of friends with him over the time you’ve spent with him, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it and you didn’t know why.

Instead, you rested your head on his shoulder, letting Zemo pull you closer and place a kiss on top of your head. You couldn’t help the way your heart sped up when he did, even though you knew it was only for appearances.

After the song finished, the food was beginning to be served and you took your seat beside Zemo at the table. Now joined by the rest of the guests, the two of you were shoulder to shoulder in your seats.

The dinner went by rather well, you’d finished your appetizers and were waiting for the main course to be served. While the other couples conversed, James finally turned to Zemo.

“Alright, what do you two want me to do?”

Zemo nearly choked on his water. “I beg your pardon?”

“Baron Helmut Zemo, wanted in Madripoor and Berlin. Y/N Y/L/N, also wanted in Madripoor. You were the easiest people I’ve ever had to research. Now I don’t know that you two aren’t a couple, you seemed pretty in love on that dance floor, but I know you’re not engaged.”

You were both at a loss for words, Zemo collecting himself rather quickly but James spoke again before he was able to respond.

“I’m assuming Sharon sent you for something, I owe her a favor. Who do you want to know about?”

“The power broker. We don’t know anything about him, but he’s after us.” You responded, Zemo nodding along to what you were saying.

“That’s a big ask, the power broker could have me killed for plotting against him.”

“Well… it’s not so much a plot on your end. You’re just giving us information, face to face and without a way for him to trace it back to you.”

He was in consideration for a moment before nodding. “You have a deal, but tell Sharon that after this my debt to her is paid.”

As you all finished your dinner, knowing it would be suspicious for you to leave without eating anything from the main course, you and Zemo stood.

There was no need for you to stay here any longer besides giving James a meeting place, but he had taken his wife onto the dance floor.

While you both stood there, you turned your gaze to Zemo. “May I have this dance?” You asked, rather weakly. But Zemo only smiled and guided you to the dance floor.

This was different from the last one, while you were proving loyalty to James beforehand, you were just dancing because you wanted to. Plenty of couples were sitting and talking following their meals, you didn’t need to dance for appearances.

Zemo held you closer, your chests touching as his arm was wrapped tightly around your waist. This time, your eyes maintained eye contact, the song only setting a backdrop as you stood chest to chest, Zemo effortlessly dancing with you as if you had done it recently, and not years prior.

It was this time that you realized why you couldn’t kiss Zemo before, it wasn’t because you didn’t want to. It was because you did. Maybe it was the song, or maybe it was the closeness, but you couldn’t help but bring your face closer to Zemo’s.

He didn’t show any signs of resistance, him leaning closer to you in return. After what felt like an eternity, your lips met in a slow and steady kiss. There was an almost neediness in it, an expression of the undiscovered pining you both had been feeling as your lips moved in sync.

The kiss was like a dance within a dance, as Zemo twirled you gently around the dance floor.

Once you broke apart, you rested your foreheads together, the song coming to an end and people beginning to pour out of the dance hall.

James met you by your car, his wife beside him. Zemo handed him a note with the address for their next meeting on it, and James slid it into his pocket.

“So, you two weren’t lying about being a couple then?”

Your eyes locked with Zemo’s for a moment before he shook his head to James, “No, we weren’t lying.”

With that, he opened your car door for you. Waiting you to safely slide in before getting into the drivers side and starting up the engine.

As you two quietly walked up the stairs, wandering into the apartment, you kept a distance as to keep Bucky and Sam out of your new little secret. But as you were greeted by their amused faces you both came to a shocking realization.

“Did you forget you’re wearing microphones? And that Sharon was watching you through the cameras?” Sam questioned, Bucky holding in a laugh at your bewildered expression.

“Well, we did forget about the microphones but nobody told us Sharon-”

“Just… we’ll talk about this in the morning.” Sam said pointedly, walking to his room and Bucky doing the same.

As you and Zemo sat down on the plush couch, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, you rested your head against him.

“That could’ve gone worse.”

Kätzchen:

A Zemo X f!reader fic

Authors Note: Okay, Zemo with that robe and Turkish delight made me feel things. So this idea formed when I was having a shower before work lol. This is my first Zemo piece and if enough peeps like it, then who knows, one shot series for him and reader in the future? It LOOSELY follows the TV show plot. Also I decided to go with German phrases in my Zemo fic. Sorry if you hate that. Please be gentle and hope you enjoy 🙏

Mini description: The gang are currently in Zemo's apartment in Riga and Y/N is recovering from jetlag due to all the travel. Bucky and Sam decide to go and scout for more info, leaving Zemo and Y/N alone. She just wants to relax, however Zemo causes trouble. Sexy trouble 😉

Pairing: Zemo X f!Reader.

Warning: Smut ahoy! Vaginal sex, hand/blow job, wall sex, gets bit rough, doggy style, reader being bratty, Zemo being a cheeky snacc, dirty talk, swearing, Zemo gives reader cute German pet name, Zemo being cute and fluffy, practise safe sex yo.

Rating: Explicit.

Word Count: 4,318.

Translation: Kätzchen is Kitten. Engel is Angel. Mein Gott is My God. Schatz is Treasure.

Please don’t steal my work, repost it, or claim it as your own. Thank you.

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Y/N had been eyeing up the gorgeous white tub in the bathroom of Zemo's apartment the minute they arrived. He made his way to the kitchen and started making some rose tea while Sam and Bucky decided the best plan would be for them to go and see if they could find any information regarding the Flag-Smashers from the locals.

She would have gone with them, but after being hit with a bout of jetlag from Zemo's damn jet, Y/N said she wanted to recover. And Sam being protective as he was, agreed it best she stay put and rest.

"You," Sam pointed at Zemo, who copied the action and pointed at himself. "Yes, you Zemo. You’re staying right here. Don't cause Y/N any trouble while we’re gone."

"Me? Trouble? Oh Sam, that hurts!" Zemo mocked as he watched Sam whisper into Y/N's ear. "You have your stun gun charged? Use it if you need to. Or if he just pisses you off."

“I’ll be fine Sam, don’t worry.” She smiled back and patted his arm.

Bucky gave Zemo a glare and Y/N a quick nod. "We'll take the key and lock you in Y/N. That way no one decides go on a pleasant afternoon stroll."

"Really gentlemen, you wound me deeply. You're locking me in my own home?" All he got was two death glares, resulting in him sighing and shaking his head.

"I wouldn't dream of putting Y/N in any form of danger. You have my word, no harm will come to her pretty little head."

"Your word means shit!" Bucky spat as he stormed out the apartment, Sam following close behind.

Zemo smirked as Y/N waved goodbye to her partners as they left them, the locking of the door echoing through the large apartment.

"Would you like some tea Y/N?" He raised a cup towards her as she joined him in the kitchen.

Y/N didn't take a sip until Zemo sighed and started to drink from his cup. "Mein Gott," he shook his head. "Hurting you achieves nothing Kätzchen. The last thing I need is Sam and James chasing me down and throwing me back in a cell. Besides, I thought we were making progress? If I was to hurt you, would I have helped back in Madripoor?"

That made sense to Y/N as she drank her tea in silence, watching Zemo finish his and start washing the cup before returning it to its home on the far kitchen corner, humming a random tune to himself.

Sam and Bucky had told her not to get friendly with him. He was the enemy. “A means to an end” as Bucky phrased it.

But Zemo made it difficult. She knew what he had done and yet was drawn to him. He oozed charm, intelligence, but she was also so aware of his wicked mind. His arrogance, his manipulation.

There had been light flirting between the pair of them in the beginning before their trip to Madripoor. Of course, this annoyed the hell out of Sam and Bucky. Especially Bucky.

During their mission there, Y/N's role was to be Zemo's love interest, much to the disgust and protest of her comrades. She was very convincing and the plan had gone well, until the phone call from Sam’s sister had them on the run.

Maybe their relationship was too convincing because since then, the sexual tension between the pair of them had amplified up.

And right now she couldn't help but watch him. Lost in his own thoughts as he looked through the kitchen cupboards, taking the contents out, looking them over and muttering to himself with the occasional tut.

His hands looked so soft and gentle, yet she watched him almost beat a man to death with them when she had been slapped to the floor by the thug. Sam had managed to drag Zemo off him but he quickly finished the job with a bullet to the man’s skull and pulled Y/N to her feet.

Zemo had protected her and come to her aid during several fights when she had run out of ammo or got pinned by an enemy. She was always thankful, but the guys never thanked him and Y/N was trying hard not to fall for him.

She had also seen a gentler side to him when he spoke to some of the local children, reminding her that he was once a father. And his gentle tone of voice when he spoke to her, with the cheeky grin spreading over his handsome face, turned her into a giddy schoolgirl.

The occasional wink after he teased Bucky in front of her or smirk after watching Sam calm his partner down. Light brushes of fingertips when passing something to each other, a glance lasting longer than it should.

Having a crush on the bad guy; scandalous.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Zemo made his way to the double doors of the master bedroom and pushed them open dramatically. He started unbuttoning his coat as he entered the room and disappeared from Y/N's sight.

She could just make out the edge of a large canopy bed with teal blue drapes. "Oh how the other half live..." she muttered to herself before finishing her tea.

She was looking through her phone on tips for getting rid of jetlag when she heard a polite cough. She glanced up to see Zemo had reappeared with a big fluffy white bathrobe in hand.

"I’ve had my fair share of jetlag over the years and my father always swore by a hot bath. And you know, the old man was right.”

He looked down at the floor, his eyes full of sadness and Y/N couldn’t help feel sorry for the man. Zemo lost everyone he loved that day.

“Ahem, apologies Y/N,” Zemo cleared his throat and focused on her once again. “This is … was … a backup robe for my … Here.” He held out the robe to her like it was suddenly on fire. “Please feel free to enjoy the bath Y/N.” He nodded at the bathroom.

"Really? You don't mind?"

"If I did mind, I wouldn't have offered Kätzchen." He replied with a soft smile. "Besides, it might help with the jetlag and I seen your eyes light up when you spotted it."

“Good point”, Y/N smiled back as she locked her phone and started walking towards him. “Thanks Zemo.”

“Helmut, please.”

“Thanks Helmut.”

He gave her a small nod and handed her the robe. Their fingertips touched and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. Glancing up, she seen Zemo’s were doing the same. She chuckled and thanked him again before walking as fast as she could to the bathroom.

“I’m going to finish checking the kitchen supplies,” Zemo called before she closed the doors. “Not sure when the gentleman I paid to keep an eye on the place restocked the cupboards with fresher items. And who knows how long we have to stay here.”

Y/N nodded, smiled and closed the doors. Missing the wink from Zemo.

“Enjoy the bath Kätzchen.” He whispered to no-one.

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Y/N guessed that she had been in the bath for about twenty minutes before she started to drift off to sleep. As the bath had filled with hot water, she had searched the shelves, finding lotions, oils, muscle soaks and let out a little squeak when she found the bottle she wanted.

Thus the white tub was now full of bubbles and she was living her Pretty Woman dream. Her head was rested on the soft bath pillow, the smell of lavender in the air.

Just close my eyes for a moment …

She didn't hear the bathroom doors open.

"Be careful you don't drown Kätzchen..."

"Zemo?! What the fuck?!" Y/N squeaked as she jolted up, knocking the pillow onto the floor. Thankfully the amount of bubbles and depth of the tub hid her breasts from view.

Zemo was leaning in the doorway, wearing a blue robe that was tied around his waist, some of his chest exposed, the light brown hairs dusting his skin on show.

She glanced down and noticed he had no trousers on either. Y/N took a big gulp as she looked back up at his face, that smirk was back.

"Turkish delight?" He offered in a light tone of voice as he opened his hand, revealing some clear wrapped sweets.

"What?" Y/N asked, still shaken up at being disturbed by the charming intruder. "Where's Sam and Bucky?"

"I asked if you wanted a Turkish delight,” Zemo chuckled as he gently tossed all but one of the sweets onto the nearby bathroom vanity table. “And they're both still out. Sam called about five minutes ago. That John Walker has managed to find them.”

He tutted to himself and started to unwrap the sweet, the crinkling noise suddenly amplified in the bathroom. “So they’re trying to give him the slip before heading back here. Don’t want to give our location away."

Zemo looked up and made direct eye contact with Y/N, making her sink more into the water, which was starting to get lukewarm. That gorgeous mouth of hers opening and closing as she tried to form words.

She’s still in shock. How adorable.

Zemo hadn’t really had any interest in relationships, sexual or long lasting since his wife passed. And well, being locked up in a cell would put a damper on any romantic ventures.

He had received emails, letters from women and men across the globe who wanted a piece of the Baron. He needed to move on, she would have wanted him to. But he rejected all of them. He wasn’t interested.

That was until he encountered Y/N, the day he escaped from his prison cell. She was stood between those two morons and had screamed when she first seen him. He had simply stared at her in awe before the abuse from Sam and Bucky started.

Incredible first impression…

Zemo found Y/N achingly beautiful but now seeing her like this, wet and vulnerable, it made him want her more. That delicious red blush across her cheeks and descending down her throat. There was also a blush on the tips of her ears.

And to hazard a guess, he bet her nipples were erect too. Her heavy breathing hadn't gone unnoticed. Was she nervous? Turned on?

Zemo was hoping the latter.

"Think the water might be getting cold now Kätzchen. Don't want you catching your death now do we?"

He was about the pop the sweet in his mouth when Y/N finally came to her senses and shook her head. She lifted a wet, soapy hand out of the water and pointed to the doors. "Um. Can you shut the doors please?"

Zemo smiled, nodded and pocketed the Turkish delight as he entered the bathroom and closed the doors behind him.

"No Helmut," She sighed, he simply cocked his head at her. "I wanted you to leave and shut the doors behind you."

"You wanted the doors shut Y/N. You never mentioned which side of them you wanted me on."

She rolled her eyes at his smart ass retort. "You know exactly what I meant Zemo. I want to get out and dry off. I can’t do that with you in here can I?"

Zemo put his hands in the pockets of the robe and took a step forward, that charming grin making its way onto his handsome face. Y/N took another gulp, his look reminded her of a predator advancing on its prey.

Oh shit…

"Are you sure you don't need assistance Y/N? Have you fully recovered from your jetlag? The last thing we want is you having a slip or fall."

He stopped a couple of steps in front of the tub and she watched him retrieve the sweet from his pocket.

He took a bite out of the soft treat, his tongue darted out to lick the powdered sugar of his bottom lip. She actually envied that piece of gummy sweet. Y/N wanted him to lick her, make her scream his name with just his tongue.

The thought should have shocked her but it didn’t.

Zemo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head in pleasure, before he closed them and made the most erotic sound. “Mein Gott." He purred as he chewed and swallowed.

He slowly opened his eyes, a seductive gaze falling onto Y/N. "It has been so long since I tasted real Turkish delight..." He licked his lips again, not breaking eye contact with her.

Another gulp from her throat didn't go unnoticed and Zemo couldn't help but smirk. He hadn't even touched her yet and it was clear she was aroused by him.

“Have you tried Turkish delight Y/N? Real Turkish delight?” He quizzed her as he advanced to the edge of the tub. She could smell his cologne. Something definitely expensive.

He held out the piece he had taken a bite out of. “Go ahead Kätzchen, try it. Guarantee you’ve never had anything like it before…”

This felt like some forbidden fruit shit to Y/N. She knew the nuns from her schooldays would be looking down on her, screaming to not be taken in by the charming serpent, this beautiful fiend.

But it was too late, she was ready to fall.

Y/N moved to kneel in the water and crossed her arms on the side of the tub, looking up at him, her mouth slightly parted and tongue pushed out. Daring him, taunting him. Zemo could feel his half-harden cock start to fully harden at the sight.

He gently placed the Turkish delight onto her willing, pink tongue. And she happily accepted it. But not before she could quickly grab his wrist and to his shock, he didn’t struggle or pull back.

She pushed the sweet to the side of her cheek and took his thumb into her hot mouth. And sucked. Sucked all the sugar and powder off till it was clean.

“Fuck me,” Zemo muttered as she released his thumb with a pop. “Oh Y/N, my Schatz.” He purred and closed his eyes as she sucked and licked his finger that had gotten powder on it.

She gently bit his finger before letting go, the growl he released going straight to her cunt. “Brat,” he growled at her as she chewed the Turkish delight.

“How long are we going to keep dancing around this?” He gestured between them.

“What do you mean Helmut?” Y/N asked as she batted her eyelashes at him.

He smirked at the fact she used his name and started to untie his bathrobe. “You can act cute and shy all you want Y/N. But I know you. The real you. I seen it in Madripoor. When you grinded against me in the club, when you sat on my lap and poured that drink into my mouth. When you got jealous when that poor woman tried to flirt with me, I think you bruised her wrist and ego. Go ahead Y/N, tell me I’m wrong.”

He was right and he knew he was. That night was only an act for Sam and Bucky. For Y/N, it was a reward for the restless nights, dreaming of being close to him. She couldn’t deny it. And she had Zemo, Helmut, here before her. Wanting her.

Zemo could see she wasn’t 100% sure, so he let his robe fall to the floor and he couldn’t help but grin at the gasp she let out. “I take it you approve then Kätzchen?” he whispered with his charming cockiness.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Y/N reached forward and gently took his length in her hand. He let out a little mewl and she couldn’t help but bite her lip. Reducing a man, this powerful man, to a mess. And she had only just touched him.

His cockhead was red and had already started to drip precum as she stroked him, his little groans spurring her on. One hand was holding the side of her face, gently tilting it to make her look up at him.

The sight made him thrust his hips forward, making Y/N giggle. “That good?” she teased.

Zemo nodded and took her other hand, placing it on his ball sac. She took the hint and gently cupped it as she continued to stroke his cock. He threw his head back in pleasure, eyes closed, the little moans escaping from his lips turned her on and she started to speed up her pumps.

“You like that Helmut? Like me playing with your big cock?”

His eyes snapped back open and he looked down at her. “My, my. What a naughty mouth you have on you Kätzchen,” he purred as she winked and gently fondled his balls. “I might ne-need t-to-put my coc- FUCK!” He roared as Y/N decided to take his dick into her mouth.

She was hot, wet and tight as she tried to take his whole length in one greedy go. Zemo moaned and gently thrusted into her, as she bobbed her head and licked every bump and vein of his prick.

“Your mouth feels divine Y/N. But I need to find out what your cunt feels like around my cock!” he growled as she swirled her tongue over the slit of his prick, letting drool mixed with precum drip down her chin.

Depositing little kisses onto his red, angry cockhead, teasing and prodding the slit. All while playing with his balls and pumping his cock.

No one had touched him like this in years. Even in his wildest fantasies, he couldn’t conjure up such an erotic and beautiful sight. This goddess, this Engel, on her knees before him, wet and longing. For him and him alone. And he was close.

Don’t cum you idiot!

Zemo quickly pulled his prick from Y/N’s mouth, a little moan of protest left her swollen lips. She pouted at him as he cupped her face once more. ”Oh Kätzchen. Mein Kätzchen. If you keep that up, I’ll cum in your mouth. And that’s something I want to do later.”

He helped her out of the bath, holding her warm body tightly against him. She shivered and he went to grab the bathrobe for her. Zemo held it open for her but Y/N shook her head.

“I want you Helmut. Please.” she purred as she wrapped her arms around his neck, the bathrobe now dropped to the floor.

His hands went to grab her ass and he roughly squeezed her cheeks. Y/N let out a small cry and Zemo crashed his lips to her. Sugar, sweat and his precum mixed together, with the tang of the citrus from the Turkish delight.

It started slow and sweet but quickly built up to biting lips and tongues and clashing teeth. It was feral. His lips moved from hers and down her throat, nipping, biting and sucking as he went. Marking her as his.

“I need you Helmut,” she whimpered as he finished sucking a bruise onto her soft neck. “Need you now. Please!” She looked up into those deep, brown eyes and for a moment, she wasn’t in the arms of a villain or a mastermind.

Those were the eyes of a man who had loved and lost. Who loved and was loved. This wasn’t supposed to happen…

“And you shall have me Kätzchen.”

Zemo led her to the nearest wall and pushed her up against it. His hands were back on her ass and he squeezed again, hard. Y/N whimpered against the cold stone and let out a little cry when she felt his cock slide between her cheeks as he teased her with his length.

“Next time, I’m having you in a bed Y/N,” he whispered into her ear, his voice straining with lust. “And before you say anything; yes there is going to be a second time! There are going to be many more times Kätzchen!”

She moaned at the thought and pushed her ass back into him, wiggling it. Zemo gave her ass cheek a slap. “Brat!” he spat as he slapped it again, watching the flesh jiggle under his palm. “Good things come to those who wait Y/N.” He purred as he poked at her wet, dripping entrance, his hands holding her hips in a bruising grip.

Before she could protest anymore, Zemo slipped his cock into her tight cunt. The pressure made him hiss as Y/N choked out a silent scream. But he was able to bottom out and rested his head on her shoulder once he was fully in.

“Fuck,” He muttered into her skin. “I might not last long Y/N. It’s been so long. Please forgive me if I don’t.”

“Move,” she pleaded as her velvet walls gripped him. “I’ll forgive you Helmut, but please move!”

He kissed her shoulder, pulled back and slapped his hips forward. Y/N wailed as Zemo started thrusting, setting a fast pace. He really wasn’t going to last long.

Her cunt was like a vice and he couldn’t help but smile at how greedy it was. It kept pulling him back in, refusing to let him pull all the way out.

Y/N started pushing back to meet his thrusts, her moans mixing with his delicious groans. His once perfect hair was now falling into curls and bouncing against his forehead.

His right hand moved from her hip and grabbed her right breast, teasing the nipple between his fingers. Y/N mewled at the pain and pleasure Zemo was giving her. “Harder Helmut, harder!” she begged.

She assumed he was swearing in German as he pounded into her, both hands now back on her hips. He was gritting his teeth, sweat dripping from him.

“I need you to cum Y/N, cum for me Engel!” he growled as he started to flick and rub at her neglected clit.

Y/N cried out as she could feel something starting to snap. It had been too long for her aswell. His skilled fingers and cock making her come undone.

“Close!” She squeaked as Zemo pulled out and gently positioned her onto all fours on the floor, Y/N rested on her elbows and pushed her ass up into the air. Thankfully his discarded bathrobe was perfect for their knees to rest on.

He kneeled behind her and quickly shoved his cock back inside her. “Yes! Yes ohmyfuckingGodHelmut! Yes!” She screamed into the bathrobe, smelling his cologne and his natural scent. The angle was perfect and Zemo was able to push deeper into her.

Her cunt was starting to really tighten around him and he bit his lip, trying to get her to come first.

His fingers were back on her clit, flicking and rubbing, trying to pull her closer to the edge. “Cum Y/N, cum on my cock. Let me feel you!” he pleaded as he felt his own release get closer. He pinched her clit and rubbed harder, pulling her rougher onto his cock.

Y/N screamed as she felt her coil snap as Zemo fucked into her harder and faster. His cockhead hitting her cervix, the sounds of skin slapping and his heavy breathing pushing her closer to euphoria.

Her toes curled and her vision blurred for a moment as she felt Zemo reach his peak at the same time as her.

His cum filled her and started to drip out as he slowed his thrusts down, until he finally stopped. He tried not collapse on top of her and focused on his breathing.

It had been a long time since he slept with anyone and was doing his best not to pass out.

“Helmut? Are you ok? Zemo!”

He blinked and looked down, Y/N looking back at him. “As much as I enjoy looking at you and having your dick in me, my knees are fucking killing me!” She laughed.

Zemo nodded and gently pulled his now soft cock out of her, their mixed fluids dripping onto his bathrobe. He let out a pornographic moan as he watched Y/N’s cunt clench around nothing.

“You have a pretty pussy Kätzchen,” he teased breathlessly as she squirmed and tried to sit down. “I think you’ll need another bath. How is the jetlag?”

Y/N burst out laughing, she had completely forgotten. “Well your dad was right. Hot bath did the job.” She winked at him as he blushed.

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Once they had both bathed again, Y/N having to tell Zemo about his wandering hands, they had retreated to the large couch in the lounge area of the apartment.

She was snuggled up against him, both in clean bathrobes, as Zemo played with her wet hair. Happy and tranquil. Until her mobile went off, making both of them jump and separate.

The caller ID was Sam.

“Hey Y/N!” Sam whispered down the phone. “We have a situation here with Walker. Been trying to lose this guy for the last hour. He is not giving up. Might be out longer than we thought. Try and lead him away before we head back.”

She could hear Bucky cursing followed by a threat directed at Zemo. “Sonofabitch better not have touched her or he’s picking a window and going through it!”

She snorted as Zemo winked at her, clearly hearing him. “Tell Bucky I’m fine Sam. Will you guys be safe?”

“Always kiddo. Always. We’ll be back as soon as we can. I’ll keep you posted. Watch Zemo and stay out of trouble.”

“Won’t let him out of my sights Sam,” she winked back at Zemo who growled and started to kiss her neck. “See you soon, be careful!” Y/N managed to get out before hanging up and playfully slapping Zemo on the shoulder.

“How about that second round? You did promise me the next time would be in a bed Helmut.” She purred as he took her hand. “Of course Kätzchen, of course.” He smiled back.

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pairing ➵ zemo x reader, slight bucky x reader

summary ➵ y/n goes to one of sharon’s parties with bucky, sam, and zemo. however, zemo becomes jealous after watching her dance with bucky

warnings ➵ smut, fingering, dirty talk, choking, daddy!kink

words ➵ 3245

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summary: car sex based off of the beyoncé song. reader and zemo have a past together :)

warnings: i have absolutely no idea how to describe this, i’m like 99 percent sure this is my first full smut posted here. unprotected sex, car sex, oral sex f receiving

word count: 2.5k

a/n: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @therenlover for inspiring me. you truly are a pioneer in zemo fanfiction, chef’s kiss, imma enjoy it b4 zemo betrays sam and bucky, i already know i shouldn’t love him as much as i do lol. this is kind of short, but if someone likes it i have more ideas! also i got up at 4 in the morning to finish this off someone please appreciate me

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