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nxtaliaistyping · 11 months ago

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Need Baron Zemo to fuck me with the mask on :(

Authors note: omg i'm not really into the mcu anymore, but nothing can stop me thinking about this man I need him so badddddd (and daniel bruhl in general tbh)

18+ nsfw, villain kink, mask kink, fingering, rough sex, brief mention of killing

Thinking about being his girl, his pretty thing that sits in his lap while he drinks the most expensive wine in his expensive penthouse (just because he's on the run, doesn't mean he can't be in style)

You know who he is, the things he's done, but you just don't care. Not when he caresses you so gently, cooing soft words in your ear of how beautiful and enchanting he finds you, how much you fill the empty void left within him after Sokovia fell and everyone he loved was wiped out.

And if anything, he's too gentle. Not wanting to frighten you, the poor little lamb that you were, cuddling up to such a dangerous man every night. So he attempts to shield things from you, what he's done and what he's capable of.

But that changes one day, you feel the compulsive need to find out more about your lover, or at least see what he's like when he's the ruthless and strategic criminal that you've been told about. This leads you to following him, not an easy task, but you see how readily he is able to get his hands dirty. Tracking down some old HYDRA agent that has information that is useful to him, and you watch in slight horror and slight awe how he interrogates the man.

Although you have to look away at certain parts, hearing presumably the agent's body hitting the cold ground with a soft thud. While you try and leave quietly, you underestimated how much planning had went into his operation, because on your attempted escape you feel a large hand grab your upper arm, yanking you towards him with force and the start of a threat before he stops.

"dragă? what are you doing here?" he asks, his tone still slightly deeper than usual as you stare into his brown eyes; the only facial features visible while he wears the dark purple mask.

As you stumble over your words, telling him that you wanted to see the real him, he can't help but notice the slight flush of your skin, the way your chest rises and your lips part. In that moment he finally understands.

"Oh...I think I understand now. My little girl likes that i'm so dangerous, hm?" he asks, and you can hear the smirk behind his teasing lilt, his head cocked to one side as you nod, embarassed.

Soon enough, he has you pinned to the wall, hand stuffed between your thighs as he fingers your tight cunt from under your skirt. You whimper and whine at his treatment, and he revels in the fact you're so depraved, so naughty, and all for him.

"Do you like this, hm sreco? I was going to take this mask off, but I have a feeling that isn't what you desire." he rasps against your ear, and you nod breathlessly at how right his assumption was. All you can do is look up at him, clenching and making a mess around his fingers as you whine.

When he pulls his fingers away, he doesn't give you time to recover before you find yourself bent over a wooden crate and his cock is forcing its way in your pussy. He's never treated you as roughly as this before, but something about his girl loving how ruthless he is, wanting him to keep his goddamn mask on, flipped a switch in him as he starts a rough pace. The echoes of his hips slamming into your ass make you flush with embarrassment, gripping the edges of the surface for dear life, pretty nails he paid for digging into the wood.

"So filthy for me, my little girl is nothing but a slut." he groans out, squeezing your ass before giving it a harsh spank. The rhythm of his cock railing you has your eyes nearly crossing, as you try not to think about the fact you're fucking an older man after he's literally just killed someone.

When he cums, he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, feeling the way you tighten around him and squeeze every last drop out. As his breathing returns to normal, so too does his headspace as he rips the mask off quickly, pulling out to shush you gently and hold you in his arms.

"There we are dragă i'm here, i'm right here. I'm sorry for being so rough."

Taking you home, he'd spoil his good girl with a bath and food, but in the back of his mind he's already planning out how he can fuck you like that again.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months ago

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Collision 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, blood, injury, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you find yourself in the hands of unexpected saviours after an accident.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Helmut Zemo

Note: Sorry about the pause.

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You ease back into the bed. Bucky’s shadow lingers before you fade into the haze. There you can’t feel the broken bones, thought which ones can’t be discerned from those still intact. It’s too much pain to pick apart one ache from the other.

When you come to again, the room is dim. The curtains are drawn against the receding hue of afternoon. You groan as you shift. It’s not quite agony yet, but uncomfortable nonetheless.

You don’t try to move much further than a twitch or a wiggle. You won’t dare. Not if it means this gets worse.

You stare at the bell. You're uncertain. You remember Bucky, his gentleness, his help. Yet it seems he did this to you all the same. Or rather that man’s he’s with did. Zemo. That name. A criminal. A terrorist. Why would a hero be hanging out with him?

It hurts too much to think. It doesn’t matter. If they meant you harm, they would have left you. Bucky says he’s helping. And he has. So far.

“How are you feeling?” His voice cuts through your thoughts of him.

You lift your head as much as you can. Bucky stands in the doorway. His shadow crosses the room and he reaches to turn on the lamp beside the grand bed. You watch him.

“Overhead light’s bright,” he says. “Your head must be going, huh?”

“A little,” you croak.

“Have some water,” he taps the brim of the glass on the night stand before he moves closer.

You lock up, the tension causing a throb in your shoulder, and you let him bring you up to sitting. You feel a bit stronger than before but wobble like jelly in his hold. He takes the glass and brings it to your lips. You drink cautiously.

“I’m--”

“Sorry?” You finish before him.

He pauses, “yeah, I keep... saying that, don’t I?”

“Mm,” you hum.

“Well...”

“What... what happened to me?”

He sniffs, “I’ve been trying to figure that out. I mean--” He combs his fingers through his hair. “I know what happened...” he puts the glass down. “That-- guy I’m with knocked the building you were in down but you weren’t supposed to be there.”

“I-- but--- the interview,” you scrunch up your face as you think.

“Was across the street.” He crosses his arms.

Your eyes search the wall. “Oh.”

Another stupid mistake and this one nearly got you killed. You swear you checked the email a dozen the times. The map app was a bit back and forth on the way but you just thought it was your natural lack of direction. Well, so it seems, it was.

“If I knew innocent people could be hurt,” he says.

You blink. You’re too weak to dwell on it. It’s all you can do to keep from whimpering. He stares at you.

“You’re in pain? Or am I making it worse?”

You choke out a breath. “no, you’re not... I’m just... I feel... unattached to my body. I don’t know. It's hard to... um...” You let your head fall to the side.

“I know what you mean,” he frowns.

“Soldat,” the slither makes you tense and grunt. Bucky’s cheeks visibly tick. His eyes drag to the door. “I knew I’d find you close to the damsel.”

“Zemo,” Bucky’s posture turns rigid as he faces his colleague.

“Ah, and she is awake. How unfun.”

Bucky repeats his name and receives a mocking chortle in return.

“I kid. How is the broken bird? Is she ready to fly?”

Bucky growls and rolls his shoulders.

“I am compassionate my mighty soldat,” Zemo taunts.

“You know my name.”

“Yes, but you do not give me that delightful snarl when I say it,” he cackles. “Anyhow, the lady, she would require some... upkeep. To wash. And I thought we might offer a sponge bath or some--”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Bucky bristles.

“I’m certain it’s all you can think of,” the other man chimes.

“And you don’t think,” he retorts. “I’ll deal with it.”

“Oh, surely.”

“Quit.”

“Quit? What? I am being considerate,” Zemo shrugs.

“I think I could manage--”

You try to push yourself up. Bucky spins and shows a palm, “please, careful,” he warns, “In due time.”

“Oh, certainly--” Zemo begins.

“I said stop,” Bucky snaps then pinches his nose. “She’s bad enough without you.”

“Mm, yes, such a pest I am. I’ve provided her this respite to recover. A bed, a room, whatever she may ask...” he nears the foot of the bed, “and she will have it.”

“What about me? Because I’m asking you to go,” Bucky sneers.

Zemo laughs again. “You are smart, yes? They certainly unscrambled your brain.”

Bucky moves faster than anyone you’ve seen. He has Zemo by the throat as he growls. He only gets a snort in return.

“Oh, go on then, break my neck. See if that will cozen her,” Zemo teases. Bucky shoves him away. “As it were,” Zemo rubs his neck as he leans to see around the other man, “if there is anything I might do or acquire on your behalf, very well let me know, darling.”

You can only stare. Bucky shoos him with his fingers. They glare at each other for a moment before Zemo leaves with a ‘ta’.

Bucky turns to you. You look at him. “Can I sleep a bit longer?”

“Sure,” he answers.

“Thanks,” you rasp and try to get comfortable.

“Is it bad? Do you want help?” He moves up the side of the bed.

“Please, I don’t think... I’ll just close my eyes,” you assure him.

He sighs, “alright...”

“I... thank you. I... I appreciate it.”

“Don’t. Please. I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Not again,” he sniffs. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“You already have,” you assure. “You saved me.”

His blue eyes swim as he watches you. His forehead creases and his cheek twitches. You shut your eyes and sink into the pillows. It’s easier to just block it all out.

💞

You second meal is easier to digest. Bucky places a tray over your lap and you manage to grip the spoon yourself. He hovers, watching as if you might choke at any moment. You take your time, your body adjusting to the movement and the food.

“Do you prefer honey or sugar?” Zemo draws Bucky’s dull gaze as he strides in, a cup and saucer in his hands.

“What is that?” Bucky asks.

“Well, my dear American companion, we serve tea in this sort of china--”

“Why?” Bucky undercuts.

Zemo’’s cheeks dimple and his lashes flick, “I am doing my part. And as I am host, I should display my hospitality in full.”

“Display? Huh,” Bucky sets his feet wide, “no one needs to see your chest hair.”

Zemo looks down at his shirt, the top three buttons undone. He tilts his head at his companion as you sit silent. Too confused and weak to interject.

“So uptight,” Zemo comes towards you and places the saucer next to the bowl of soup. “Darling, I apologise for him. He was programmed to be this way--”

“Don’t,” Bucky warns.

“Yes, yes, he is not that soldier anymore, forgive me. He is a fine man,” he stays close, his back to the other man. “Listen, it was me who placed the explosives. Had I known you’d be there, I surely wouldn’t have hit that button--”

“Would you leave her alone?” Bucky grabs him and spins him away.

“Take your own advice,” Zemo brushes Bucky’s grip away. “How do you think she feels? You’re here, like some mother hen, clucking around--”

“Better than your yammering--”

“Please, Barnes, let us save this venom for closed doors. It is not etiquette to be so uncouth in front of company.”

“You started it,” Bucky sneers.

“How mature,” Zemo pats his arm with his knuckles and faces you. “So, honey? Sugar? Anything I might fetch you?”

You shake your head, “erm... thanks.”

“Yes, of course, I hope you enjoy. I wasn’t sure of what you would prefer. It is a white tea. Keeping in mind your current state, a black brew might be too much,” he explains.

“Thinks so much of the tea but not the one thing I told you.” Bucky grumbles.

“Yes, yes, well, we are both old dogs with bad habits,” Zemo turns to him again. “Aren’t we?”

Bucky growls. He peeks at you then exhales.

“We’ll leave you alone,” he says.

You nod. The men don’t move. They just stare at each other.

“After you,” Zemo gestures to the door.

“I insist,” Bucky doesn’t budge.

“Ah but that would be rude of me--”

“Just--” Bucky blusters and storms toward the other man.

He grabs him by the arm and marches him to the door. He shoves him through then spins and pulls it shut behind him. The snap of wood makes you flinch.

How strange this all is.

💞

Breathless, you curl forward over your lap. The silk pajamas are cold against your skin. You have no idea where they came from, you didn’t have a mind to think of what you’re wearing through all the pain and confusion.

You heave a breath and whine. It took all your effort to get to the edge of the bed. You need to use the bathroom but have no idea where it is. Or if you’ll make it that far.

You stay like that, gathering what little strength you have. You lift your shoulders just a little and sidle closer to the end post. You grip the wood and bite down. You slide off the bed and your soles hit the floor. You cling to the bed and whimper.

It’s a mistake.

Your legs tremble and your single arm isn’t enough to hold you up. The door swings open as you tip and you’re caught with a jarring force that send a twang through your shoulder. You screech as Zemo hooks his arms behind you and grunts as he moves you back to the bed.

“Ah, little bird, you’ve fallen from your nest,” he muses as he fixes the collar of the lush pajama shirt. “Be careful--”

“Sorry, I... I... the... bathroom,” you puff out. “I... I’m sorry.”

“Oh, I did warn him you are human. You have needs beyond his pecking,” Zemo tuts, “Yes, I can assist.”

He turns and sits next to you. He snakes his arm across your back. He takes your uninjured one and guides it behind his neck.

“Shall I count?” He offers. You’re silent. “One three. One, two, three--”

He stands you up and you falter. You squeak and panic, leaning into him as you hook your arm around his neck and face him. Your press your cheek to his shirt and moan.

“Oh, darling,” his hand brushes down your side. “Never fear, I mightn’t be enhanced but I might do.”

He bends slowly and angles you around. He scoops you up in his arms and you groan. The dearth beneath you makes you dizzy.

“Hm, yes, let us get you to where you need--” he drawls as he approaches the door.

He stops shorts as a sole scuffs. Your head lolls over as Bucky appears in the frame. He is in a robe, his hair damp, the smell of aftershave rippling from his freshly shaved jaw. You shrink into Zemo.

“What are you doing?” Bucky snarls.

“Helping,” Zemo retorts. “As you are in your self-care era, I am helping this one care for herself.”

“Where are you taking her?”

“Is nothing sacred? This soul deserves her privacy,” Zemo steps forward. “She requires to tend her most human needs.”

Bucky squints then winces. “Oh, uh...”

“Yes, so I am only helping as she is struggling to convey herself.”

“I can help--”

“You can move. We haven’t time to argue. I feel her squirming.”

You murmur and let your head fall next to Zemo’s. Bucky sniffs but retreats. Zemo continues out of the room and into the high-ceilinged hall. Your eyes roll over the walls as he strides along to a door. Bucky reaches past him to twist it and pushes it inward.

“Ah, see, we work well together,” Zemo reproaches as he steps inside. “I will set you down now, my darling.”

“Yes,” you utter, “thank you.”

He places you on a cushioned stool near the long counter before antique mirrors. The bathroom is spacious and smells of artificial rain scent. He helps you steady yourself and toys with the satin along your shoulder.

“She doesn’t need an audience,” Bucky snarls.

“Certainly,” Zemo draws back and faces the other man. “But wouldn’t it be amusing.”

You groan as your muscles quiver. You wait until the door closes, then let yourself slouch once more. He did most of the work but just getting off that stool will sap the last of your strength.

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 4 months ago

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Can I Hold Your Hand?- Zemo x Reader

Summary: Zemo looks after a super soldier friend of Buckys when she’s scared

Word count: 637

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A/N: Sort of sick of seeing ex hydra/red room characters or readers being all broody and angry from PTSD, so I decided to show the other and very real side of it. This isn’t me infantilising reader, it’s just a genuine way to experience PTSD

The great expanse of the wide open streets bustling with life and music, soon became small and dangerous. You were trained, and knew that anyone who did try to approach Zemo or yourself wouldn’t get far if they tried to attack, but the thought of a conflict caused your heart to race.

Zemo was confused when Bucky had asked him to care for his fellow ex Hydra friend while he was away. Most people who had escaped Hydra or the Red Room could take care of themselves. While they were riddled with anxieties and nightmare they still managed alone, but you needed people, you needed care.

The result of years of abuse at the hands of Hydra had caused you to become vulnerable, and often needing an almost child-like protection. You’d tried to hide this need for so long, but according to a therapist Bucky had found for you, it was a very normal and natural response to PTSD.

As the walk from your day out with Zemo continued, any person you passed or sudden noise caused you to walk closer and closer to the man walking beside you. Your cowering posture and protective proximity did not go unnoticed by the Baron, but he just kept watching you, both intrigue and worry filling his mind.

Trying to remember the breathing exercises and grounding techniques you’d learn, you tried not to be afraid, but after passing under one broken street light and a box of broken glass smashing into a bin, you couldn’t help but jump. Clinging desperately onto Zemos arm, you looked into his eyes sheepishly.

“Ca-can I hold your hand?” Your meek voice asked shamefully.

Smiling down at you, Zemo knew he should have revelled in seeing an all powerful super soldier so weak and powerless, but all that flashed in his minds eye was the image of his son and his wife. Instead of disdain or twisted pleasure, your scared eyes and innocent question caused him to feel warm, and for the first time in a long time, he was a caregiver again. He felt like he was needed in the most simple and wholesome way possible.

“Of course you may, and here,” the Baron spoke as he began to take off his large expensive jacket, “take this, please, it will keep you warm. Wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let you freeze.”

Slowly you took the coat from his hands, and slipped your arms through the jacket sleeves. Once on, you gingerly reach for his now ungloved hand.

Zemo must have taken his gloves off just to hold your hand. The thought of such a small act of kindness made you feel more cared for then you had in a long time.

The next ten minutes back to his apartment were silent, but comfortable, and as the walk continued you found yourself being closer and closer to him. By the time you arrived, your arms were linked together, and your head was resting peacefully against his shoulder.

Opening the door he ushered you inside, and though you were safe now, neither of you seemed to let go of the other. Instead his hands had slipped around your waist, and yours now rested against his chest.

You both stared into each others eyes, as if you were trying to search for an answer. He found that you were scared and safe with him, but the underlying feeling of joy that brought him, also confused him. Why did he care for you suddenly? He had only known you a few days, and yet he wanted nothing more then to see you happy and cared for.

“You’re safe now,” he gently spoke, a soft warm kiss placed on your forehead.

You can’t help but lean into his soothing touch, his very presence feeling like home.

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