#helmut zemo x plus size reader

[eevee-of-rivia]

Horny Thought n2

Summary: Another Horny Thought I had, this time thanks to @mypoisonedvine

There will be another version of this, with a more experienced reader.

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Virgin!reader (zemo is a virgin too)

Word count: 1,5k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst and much fluff!!

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband.

But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long.

You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy.

He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face.

"Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle.

"That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face.

'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy.

And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy.

'It’s adorable' you thought.

You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face.

He must have noticed you looking at him.

So you decided to wave your hand at him smiling sweetly, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more.

You blushed a little but managed to murmur a thank you before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow.

"I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you.

"Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow.

"I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo"

"Nice to meet you Zemo"

The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question:

"If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas"

Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala.

Seeing the sad expression on your face Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t want to make you sad.

Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there"

At his request, a little smile appeared on your face.

You nodded before taking his hand with one of yours "show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens.

It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone.

"I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you.

"They are beautiful" you continued.

"You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked Smiling at him.

He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his Cheeks.

"Come on, just tell me!" you said trying to convince him, without being successful.

"Ok I’ll give up," you said, with a little smirk on your lips, before starting to run.

"But only if you catch me!"

Zemo was a little startled at first but after a few seconds, he started to run after you, trying to catch you.

After a while you stopped running, trying to catch your breath, not realizing that Zemo was right behind you.

You turned yourself just in time to see Zemo running towards you, before Stumbling over you, making you and him fall on the ground.

You closed your eyes in fear opening them only after a while, not feeling the grass under your back.

You found yourself on the top of Zemo, your hands on his chest, only a few inches between your faces.

Your Cheeks heated up suddenly, vanishing your tries to hide the embarrassment.

"I-I" you weren’t able to finish the sentence because, suddenly, Zemo’s lips were on yours.

His hands were cupping your cheeks, bringing you closer to him.

"I like you," he said, a little shy smile on his face.

"I like you too, Zemo" you answered him, trying to lift yourself from his body not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

You haven't noticed the consequences of your actions, trying to lift yourself from his body resulting in you sitting on his lap with both of your thighs at the side of his hips, until you felt his erection pushing against your core.

"I-I'm sorry.." he tried to apologize to you, his gaze never locking with yours.

"I-It's ok" you whispered, slowly rocking your hips.

"I kinda like it," you said watching Zemo in the eyes, a little smile on your face.

You continued to rock your hips for a while before feeling his hands on your hips, stopping you.

You were a little confused by his actions. You thought that he was liking what you were doing because on his face there were only pleasured expressions.

Seeing the confused look on your face he smiled a bit to you, gathering the courage to put a hand under your skirt before starting to caress your inner thigh.

"Do you want to..?" he asked, a bit unsure of what to do after that.

You wanted to say yes to him, you wanted to be intimate with him but there was only one problem.

You were a virgin. And Zemo needs to know that.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"H-Helmut I...

I want to do this with you but I'm a virgin." you said almost ashamed.

"I'm a virgin too Y/N," Zemo said.

"You don't have to worry, we will go slow and at your pace," he reassured you, ensuring you that he will go slow because he was a bit unsure what to do.

You nodded slowly before smiling at him, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants.

A small smile appeared on his face when you took his cock out of his pants.

"Wait Y/N, let me.." he asked you before pushing your panties aside and pushing into you making you part your lips.

A little frown appeared on his face when he saw your pained expression but you immediately reassured him, telling him that you need a bit to adjust to his size.

"You are just big," you told him, smiling.

He remained still for a while, waiting for you to tell him that he could go before starting to move his hips pushing into your core.

"H-Helmut..!" you almost screamed when Zemo hit that spongy spot before he put his hands on your mouth preventing you from screaming.

It was only when you milked his cock with your come that Zemo moaned filling you with his cum.

You both remained still for a while, panting, slowly trying to catch up on your breath.

After calming yourself down you looked at him, softly smiling at his relaxed expression before your eyes filled with tears.

Hearing your sobs Zemo opened his eyes, frowning when he saw you crying.

Cupping your face he brushed your tears away with his thumbs.

"It was that bad?" he tried to cheer you up, joking a bit.

His little joke made you laugh a bit.

"You were amazing Helmut it's just.." he waited for you to feel ready to speak up, gently caressing your cheeks with one of his hands.

"The reason that I am here, at this gala with my parents, it's because.." you sighed a bit, before taking a deep breath.

"My parents want me to meet my future husband.

When Zemo heard your words his entire world was crushed.

He liked you, he wanted to know you better and to spend his days with you.

But now everything was just gone.

"I-I'm sorry Helmut. I know that I should have told you that before, it's just...

I like you"

"I like you too Y/N," he said, sitting up and kissing you gently.

"Don't worry, we will find a solution, ok?" he reassured you.

You just nodded before getting up and helping him to get on his feet.

You fixed your dress before sighing a bit. "I need to return to my parents now, Helmut.

I hope to see you again" you said before running inside the palace where the gala was being held.

Zemo waited a while before deciding to go back to the gala, searching for his parents.

It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple.

He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them.

His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him.

"Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N.

She will be your future wife"

Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband.

At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with.

It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face.

A.N: I hope you liked it.

Maybe you won't need to find a solution to see each other again.

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[scuttle-buttle]

Don't Let Go

Summay: Zemo keeps the holster on.

WC: 2098

Rated: E

Tags: smut, on the rough side, dom!zemo, some dub/con type vibes at certain points (but it is all consensual of course), tall!plus size!reader, body image issues about size, no stated use of protection, uh yeah

A/N: um. Look. Your guess is as good as mine as to where this came from and after me not being able to write for months. I started this in June, got stuck, stopped, forgot i started writing it, randomly was going thru my wips for #nostalgia today, and then this happened. Sad to report no further progress on Heist tho. I’m hoping very soon. Bone app the teeth?

🖤

You remember when you had the conversation. Only a few nights ago on a Friday, barely more than a week since first going on the run with him, you and the Baron drank a few glasses of his expensive scotch at the new safe house, and you had found yourself opening up about fantasies, or lack of.

"Come now, Schatz - there must be something you have been intrigued to."

A simple shrug is what you give. "Maybe a few times…. But it's not something I put much thought into or anything like that." You take a sip, the alcohol rough in its burn.

"Why is that?" he questions without missing a beat.

Meeting his gaze across the couch you see he's been watching you the entire conversation, as though there is nothing that even comes remotely close to being more important than whatever silly ideas you have to share. “I mean I’ve spent my whole life as this bigger, intimidating person. Hell, I’m taller than you, by what an inch and a half? And most people that much, if not more,” you lightly scoff and sip again from your tumbler of scotch. “It wasn't something feasible being bigger I guess-” you gesture to your torso “-so I dropped the ideas before it could really set in as something I wanted. I told you - I'm always on my own and having to do my own thing. Had to get a grip on my life and be an independent woman and all that," you chuckle.

Zemo had been more than thorough in acquainting you with the basics of intimacy the last week; yet he let you take the lead as much as possible. Almost entirely, truly. You weren't at the point of anything wild or experimental, nor were you brave enough to try going rogue. So it was easy, it was standard - not that you had any complaints. But Helmut was adamant that it was you who controlled how he kissed you, how he touched you, how he broke your body and soul piece by piece in the long hours of the night.

You look across the room into the flickering light of the fireplace. Quieter, you add "just once I’d like to feel like the small one in a situation, to have to look up to someone literally and figuratively, to not feel like I’m too big and to just be able to let someone else make the choice for me." Looking back at him and speaking a little more blase, you finish "but I don't know. That's about as far as I got."

“I like looking up at you, Schatz, it’s like looking at an angel,” Helmut whispers. Since you had unofficially gotten together after escaping Riga he was constantly praising and complimenting you. You always expected to feel like he was just flattering you, but he made it such a point to talk about your intelligence, kindness, generosity, humor, and how beautiful he found you in equal parts.

You don't bother fighting back your grin. “I’m sure you do, Baron.” Downing the rest of your drink you tell him you are tired and head off to bed with a kiss.

Helmut had business to attend into the late evening. You made yourself busy reading some old book from the safe house’s upstairs library. The sun set as you read. Oranges and pinks and purples cast the room in a peaceful glow as you engulfed yourself in tales of times gone by. Maybe three hours later you hear him call out for you, breaking you from your page; “Schatz, could you come down here?”

Excitement bubbles within you at his arrival. “Be down in a sec!” You closed the book and placed it on the desk. Wandering around in the darkness you think you hear him in the kitchen. You call out “Helmut are you-” as you reach for the light switch when a shadowy figure backs you into a wall, knocking the breath you had from your lungs. For a second you panic, heart beating wildly out of your chest, until you see a glint of that familiar chocolate in the shadow’s eyes. The white-knuckled grip you have on the fabric of his top relaxes.

Pressed up against the kitchen wall by the man, you can just make out that he's clad in his gear. A thick burgundy turtleneck covers the expanse of his broad chest, the leather straps of a holster secured around his shoulders. Sturdy combat boots brush the sides of your ankles from where he has trapped your legs between his. The shoes give him an extra inch compared to your barefoot state, in addition to the commanding way he carries himself at present. Even as his gaze is eye level with your own like this he looks as if he towers above you.

Searching his eyes as best as you can in the limited light, you attempt “Hel what-”

A calloused palm cups the skin of your cheek, his thumb pressing softly against your mouth and silencing you. He says nothing; you wait, swallowing in anticipation. The digit glides slowly along the seam of your lips before pushing slightly between. You don't mind the intrusion, instead finding the taste of his skin intoxicating as you run the tip of your tongue over him. Pupils flit from your own to where his thumb rests. Zemo sighs. Feeling the fire within your core ignite you decide to take initiative, giving a gentle nip before sucking delicately on the pad of his thumb.

There is no mistaking the way his eyes blacken. The softness in his tone doesn’t match the formidability of his presence as he whispers “My Leibling…”

Zemo’s body presses yours further into the wall with such force it tears a gasp from you; his lips and tongue ravage yours with such a ferocity unlike anything you’ve known. Hands clutch at your jaw like vices. The thought crosses your mind that perhaps his fingertips might leave bruises. Nevertheless, you can’t be damned to stop him, especially not when you feel the beginnings of his hardening cock pushing into your hip, or the wetness seeping between your legs.

Finally, when the burn in your lungs becomes too great he breaks away and instead attaches his mouth to your throat. You have no doubt he can feel the pounding of your heart where he sucks and bites at your flesh. The Baron slides a hand under the edge of your top. His fingers are hot where they dig into your soft side. A feeble attempt to maneuver your hands to remove your shirt results in a tsk from him, his own larger ones moving to rip the fabric of your nightshirt right down the middle and exposing your peaked breasts to the cool air and his hungry stare. “Fuck - Helmut, what’s- ugh-” a particularly hard pinch to your nipple breaks your concentration, “what’s gotten in to you?” The question comes out as a moan.

Instead of an answer he tugs at the waistband of your shorts. With your reassuring nod he pushes them over your wide hips and thick thighs. Not a minute later he’s pulled a leg to wrap around his hip and opens you up to the grind of his still-clothed cock. “Don’t think, Leibling, just feel,” he commands.

The material of his pants rubs a delicious friction; your juices soaking through the fabric. You can feel the inferno growing. Breathy moans fill the near-silent kitchen. “Mein Gott, Draga I can feel how wet you are. Does this excite you? To know that you are enough to drive the great Baron Zemo to such primal need? To such depravity as to not even give you the luxury of a bed, but instead to have you right here and at my mercy?” He punctuates his statement with a harsh roll of his hips.

You whine in need. The pressure between your hips grows, you need him more than you can bear to think. Quickly you move to undo the fastening of his trousers between you. He does not stop you, only slows his movements to make it easier for you to work. When his bared cock finally rubs along your soaked core you manage to whimper a pathetic please. Helmut’s grip on your leg around his hip remains firm. He uses his free arm to place each of your hands on the straps of his holster along his pectorals. You pull on the leather as if to test its strength. There is barely enough room for your wrists between you where your chests are crushed together.

Suddenly Zemo drops as he leans to wrap his free hand underneath the leg that still supports your weight; his brute strength lifts you completely before you realize what he’s doing. “Wait no- Helmut I’m too-”

“No.” Zemo snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion.

“Oh my god.” You sound pathetic as you keen at the fullness within you.

Both of his hands support you under the soft curve of your upper thighs. You tighten your legs around the small of his back on instinct. Panic surges through you despite the wonderful feel of him inside you. You aren’t small, you weigh too much, you’ll hurt him.

He jerks his shoulders minutely to bring your attention to where your fingers are wrapped around his holster straps. “Do not let go, Draga. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“Do you understand, Leibling?” he asks again, this time more demanding than you’ve ever heard.

“Yes.”

The first slam of his cock is fierce. It is precise. It is beyond any sort of pleasure you’ve ever felt, to have this man fucking you within an inch of your life as he all but cradles your body within the palm of his hand like it was your destiny to be there. Through all your sobs and cries of ecstasy he does not let up on the onslaught. Each thrust hits deep within you. His hips angle to brush your bundle of nerves with every movement. The peaks of your breasts tease and graze his sweater; probably an unfair advantage for him to be clothed and yet you at his complete mercy. You can’t fault how the sensation only heightens your euphoria. This time you know for sure his fingertips will paint your thighs with their memory for days to come; will create a masterpiece along the expanse of your skin that no Van Gogh or Picasso or Da Vinci could ever hope to produce.

Your release comes all too quickly at his attentions. Helmut doesn’t let up, nor does he seem to even break a sweat at his herculean task. At one point you swear you feel the leather straps start to give under the chokehold of your fists as he orders you to come again along his shaft, his words leaving no room for you to think otherwise.

Helmut reaches his own peak as your channel tightens around him, the growl of your name against your temple like a bolt of electricity. Hips slowing to a gentle roll, he does not pull himself from you, instead adjusting his hold under you to keep you pinned between his body and the wall. Your forehead comes to rest on his shoulder. The Baron drops sweet kisses to your temple, to your cheek, as you both come down from your high.

“Mmmm…Maybe you should put me down now? My legs are sore,” you mumble into his sweater, flexing your thigh and calf muscles where they still circle his waist.

“And if I do not want to? What then, my Leibling?” At your answering groan he hums in contentment before slowly removing himself from you, moving from the wall, and carrying you to the loveseat in the next room. Oversized boots thump with each step. The loose pants hanging from his knees slow his walk to a shuffle. He sits, situating you in his lap. Zemo looks down to see your fingers still wrapped around the holster. With a smile he says “you may let go now, Schatz. You did so well for me, such a good girl.”

It takes your digits a moment to cooperate as you untangle them from their place. “I’m not sure I can move my hands…?”

Helmut chuckles at your admission, taking your hands in each of his. He brings them to hip lips and places delicate kisses on them. Carefully he begins to massage your fingers and palms; “well, we must see to that, shouldn't we?”

(I'll be honest idk who is on my tag list for zemo since I haven't written for him in like 9 months sorrry)

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Marvel Masterlist

It’s a Match Series

Loki x OFC/Reader

Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

Chubby!Thor x Plus Size!Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x Reader

Victor Creed X Vampire!Reader

One Shots / Asks / Drabbles

Natasha Romanoff x Reader -  Made Up Fic Title: In The Shadow of Your Heart

Sam Wilson x Reader - Made Up Fic Title: Ask Me Again

Natasha Romanoff x Reader - Yandere Prompt - Ao3

Victor Creed x Reader - A Week In The Life - Ao3

Clint Barton x Reader - Brave of You to Assume

Stephen Strange x Reader - Garden Party Smut Drabble

Deadpool x OFC - Cursed Together (only ever wrote the first chapter)

Minotaur!Thor Headcanons

Symbrock x Reader - You're Split And Uneven

Symbrock x Reader - Soulmate Prompt

Serial Killer!Sam Wilson Headcanons

Soulmate!Helmut Zemo

Season of The Witch - Drider!Wanda Maximoff

Shocked - Soulmate!Thor

First time - Victor Creed x Fem!Reader

[munsons-maiden]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 (𝐔𝐧-)𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Okay I got really carried away with this one, sorry it took so long but when I finished writing this, I had a better idea and rewrote it completely 😂 We all need a Zemo in our life to spice up online-lectures 😁

I hope you like it - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Helmut Zemo x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |  You're stuck in a boring online lecture via Zoom, and Zemo decides to take matters into his own capable hands to make it a little more exciting for you.  

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 |  3 k  

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 |  SMUT (this is ONLY for audiences of 18+ !), vaginal fingering, vibrators 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡  

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝🖤

Requested by: @baronesszemo-blackwood 🥰

A/N: Koshechka is Russian and means kitten

You sighed deeply for the third time in five minutes – they just didn’t feel like minutes, but hours. Summer had swept across the city like a fire-breathing dragon, and the blazing heat was no match for the fan whirring in the edge of the room. You’d already retreated to the one room with the least sunlight blazing in through the windowpanes, which was the bedroom, but it was still not enough. Currently, you were draped over the king-size bed, on your belly, head pressed into the cool, silky bedsheets, to listen to an especially tiresome online lecture on the laptop in front of you.

All your prayers for the Zoom-server to malfunction today had remained unanswered. Plus, you were sweating like a sinner in church. There had been nothing else left to do against the pressing heat than undress yourself, so you’d turned off the webcam and rid yourself of your summer dress, leaving you wearing only the underwear Zemo had given you a few days ago. It looked pretty; the bra was unusually comfortable – there weren’t many men whose priority while shopping dessous for their partner was comfort just as much as design – and it matched the black lace of the panties perfectly. The panties felt a little strange at the seams though, but you hadn’t lingered on the thought when you’d put them on for the first time this morning.

With a yawn, you lifted your head and your glace flicked to the little clock at the lower edge of your laptop screen. Half of the lecture had passed. Half. It felt like watching the shift of a continental plate in real time.

“Is it that exciting?”, a honeyed voice drawled, and you turned to roll your eyes at Zemo. He was leaning in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest and a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as his watchful eyes roamed appreciatively over your half-naked form draped on the bed.

“You’re free to join me and find out”, you muttered under your breath, “First one to fall asleep gets to cook dinner tonight.”

Ignoring the voice of your professor droning on through the laptop, your eyes stayed glued to Zemo. He wore a simple black t-shirt, and it looked especially handsome with the muscles of his arms on display. He wasn’t bulky – just lean and muscular, radiating a serene kind of sexiness with his smirk that would make even the devil blush, the quiet confidence he carried himself with, the keen intelligence shining in his hazel eyes. His smirk widened as he caught you staring. “Do you enjoy the view, koshechka?“

He knew exactly what it did to you whenever he used this pet name.

“I’m not on mute”, you mouthed and nodded your head in the direction of the laptop, trying to focus back on the lecture – when something started to vibrate against you, and you gasped, rolling to the side to see if you’d somehow lied down on your phone. You hadn’t – and the vibrating sensation against your most intimate parts returned, much more forceful than before, sending a sudden jolt through your body and you gasped at the sensation against your clit. A wave of pleasure seized you – and ebbed again. What the – oh.

The panties Zemo had given you. You’d known they had felt a little strange. You gaped at him, incredulous, before you mouthed, “Oh no you didn’t.”

“Since you told me your online lectures were so tiring, I thought you could use a little…cheering up”, he purred, still leaning in the doorway. He waved a little black remote control you hadn’t noticed before in his hand, and with much of a show pressed the button in the middle. It effectively sent another pleasant shiver through you, and you let yourself fall onto your back with a low moan, biting your lip to silence yourself.

“You should mute yourself, my darling,” he winked, pressing the button again, and your hands gripped the silky bedsheets beneath you for purchase, the vibration of the panties enough to rouse you from your sleepy state and make heat pool between your thighs, leaving you yearning for more.

“Stop it!”, you half-groaned, half-hissed, but your hand already drifted down to the lace of the panties, pressing it harder against the bundle of nerves to intensify the vibrating sensation, and Zemo’s wicked little grin widened. Your hand shut out to smash the mute-button, desperately hoping nobody had heard you. The voices from your laptop were still droning on about the course topic. But oh, did this feel good. So much better than an online lecture.

“You could always take off the panties, of course. Go on. I won’t stop you”, he drawled, “But I have a feeling you don’t really want to.”

You glared at him, and, gathering every bit of resolve left in you, you finally ripped away the panties, discarding them on the floor where they landed with a dull thud.

“There”, you gasped, “You have no power over me.”

Oh God, he had so much power over you. Discarding the panties had done nothing to cool you down again, not with him still hovering in the doorway. Wearing that smirk. And that shirt.

With a deep breath, you sat up cross-legged and tried to resume your focus back on the Zoom-lecture. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen, but you could feel Zemo’s watchful gaze still trained intently on you, burning on your exposed skin like the touch of his hands would, and without taking a single glance in his direction you knew he was grinning knowingly. You could practically feel the smugness radiating off him. He knew he’d stolen your focus, knew what, exactly, you were thinking about right now, and it certainly wasn’t some scientific paper.

“You know,” he finally mused, and from the corner of our eye you could see him take a few deliberate steps in your direction, “Maybe the vibrating panties weren’t convincing enough –“ the mattress dipped as he slowly came to sit on the bed behind you, “ – to show you how much fun you could have right now –“ , he gently gathered your hair in his hands and pushed it over your shoulder to expose the side of your throat, “ – instead of giving all your precious attention to a boring online-lesson.”

With that, his lips were on your jaw, trailing lingering, searing kisses to your ear and finally down to the spot right below, where your pulse was quickening beneath the touch of his lips on your sensitive skin. Reflexively, you tilted your head to the side to give him more access, and your eyes fluttered close at the sensations he was sending through you. Oh my, this was so wrong. Were you muted? You were still muted, right? You blinked to check the little sign at the edge of the laptop’s display – yes, still muted, and the webcam was still turned off as well – and let yourself fall back against Zemo’s firm chest. His familiar scent of the cedarwood aftershave he used, mingling with the slight salty tang of his sweat, was intoxicating when it wrapped around you in time with his muscular arms. While attacking your neck with kisses that grew more and more demanding with every gasp they stole from your lips, his hands began to roam over your body, the caresses leaving goosebumps in their traces, leaving your skin tingling.

“This is not appropriate”, you whispered, “This really shouldn’t be happening, Helmut.”

The chuckle rumbling through his chest seemed to vibrate through your own bones, so close was he pressed against you.

“You can always tell me to stop,” he teased.

“You should stop.” His hands stilled on your waist, and he began to slowly pull back –

“But I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop!”

Zemo snickered and placed his palms back on the curve of your waist, his fingernails digging into the bare skin while he resumed the hungry kisses, attacking the soft spot right above your racing pulse, and his hot breath fanned against your skin to drive you wild with desire.

As if sensing your growing impatience, his right hand drifted from the curve of your waist down, over your belly button and further, until he finally found the spot where you needed him most, fingertips slowly spreading your slick arousal pooling between your legs before he brushed them over the swollen bundle of nerves, and your muscles clenched with the touch.

“Oh God”, you mumbled.

Your head fell back against the crook of his shoulder while he began playing with your clit.

“So wet for me already and I haven’t even started. But listen to your lecture, my love”, he crooned against your neck, “I would hate to be the reason for your lack of concentration. Can you do this for me while I worship you with my hands?”

You nodded, and Zemo’s fingers ran along your slick folds, and a soft moan tumbled from your parted lips, enjoying the waves of pleasure bolting through your core with every touch of his rough fingertips – but you could tell he was holding back still, teasing you. You growled in frustration, rutting your hips against him to gain more friction.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart”, he purred.

“Y – yes”, you groaned, louder this time.

“Then be a good girl and un-mute yourself. I wouldn’t want you to be distracted from your lesson.” The tease in his dark voice, husky with his own arousal, and his lips brushing the shell of your ear while he whispered to you, nearly were enough to send you over the edge right then and there. But his fingers stilled, and you let out a desperate mewl in response.

“I won’t continue if I’m distracting you”, he breathed, mock-concern lacing his voice, “I wouldn’t want to be a bad influence – you will just have to stay mute all on your own.” You could feel the cocky grin playing on his lips when his mouth brushed against the skin of your jaw. Desperate for more of his touches, you were eager to oblige and pressed the button to un-mute your microphone. Oh, the sinful things he made you do. But if he was pulling you down to Hell with him, it would’ve been more than worth it, you thought with a grin of your own, before his fingertips finally resumed to circle your clit, and your senses honed on to the pleasure burning through your nerve endings.

A muffled groan escaped you, and you bit your tongue to stifle the sounds he was stealing from your lips with the skilled strokes of his hand, the rough pads of his fingertips against your slick heat. The things he could make you feel…

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, my love”, Zemo mumbled, and his tone was almost reverent, “So stunning, half naked on the bed with only the underwear I gave you. Knowing that you’re mine. How could I resist having my way with you?”

You whimpered, your own eyes falling shut again as you kept savouring the sweet bliss he gave you while your hips moved in tune with his fingers, gyrating against them.

“Does this make you feel good, koshechka?”, Zemo husked against your ear, and you arched into him, “Better than the panties?” You could barely manage a nod, lost in your delirium of lust. He felt so good.

Your mind was hazy with want, with the pleasure that was cascading through your body with every move of his fingertips, every languid thrust of your hips as you spread your legs further to give him better access and deepen the thrusts of your hips against the pads of his fingers, missing him so terribly between your thighs, your velvet walls clenching around nothing.

“I need you”, you begged in a hushed, breathless voice, while sending a silent prayer that you’d been quiet enough so nobody in the Zoom call would have heard you. Zemo growled under his breath. His scent and the heated summer air made you dizzy in all the best ways, his breath caressing the crook of your neck, the muscles of his arms flexing as he pulled you closer so your back was pressed flush against his firm chest – it was stealing your breath and muddling your mind, turning you into a beautiful mess in his hands.

His lust-darkened voice, heavy with his accent whenever he was aroused, murmured against the shell of your ear, “You’re so beautiful when you come undone under my fingers, Y/N, but I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.”

Such a wonderful promise. With these words, he slipped a digit inside you, then a second one, stretching you, and your moans were growing louder and louder as he started pumping them inside of you. His free hand pressed gently over your mouth to muffle the noises falling from your lips, never ceasing to fuck you with his fingers so achingly slowly, teasing you with the movements.

“As much as I love to hear these sweet noises, if you don’t stay quiet, I will need to stop – you don’t want me to stop, do you, koshechka?” His voice was rough when he kept taunting you still, and you could sense his exhilaration at the potential risk of getting caught. It was thrilling, something you’d never done before.

You hastily shook your head, but you both knew you could guarantee for nothing, not with the heavenly things he was currently doing to you.

“Don’t – don’t stop, Helmut. Please don’t stop”, you panted, begging him to go on in laboured, breathless whispers. His fingers curled slightly against your walls you as he pumped them, and the tips grazed that sweet spot inside, eliciting another soft whimper as your back arched, making him hum into your neck in response. His teeth scraped against the side of your neck before he began to gently suck at the skin to leave his mark on you. The pleasant pain shot through you, mingling with the burning pleasure singeing your core with every move of him, every roll of your hips pushing his fingers deeper. It cost so much strength not to cry out his name in the throes of your lust-filled state, to let everyone know what he was doing to you, and you bit down on your lips – hard – from doing exactly this. You could feel his erection pressing against your lower back and one of your hands disentangled from its position in his hair to wander down and give him the same pleasure he was bestowing on you, but his left hand shot from your mouth and down to grab your wrist, stopping you mid-movement.

“Later”, he soothed, “This is about you now, koshechka, not me. I want to make you feel so good. I want to worship you first. I want you to relax and let me pleasure you and watch you unravel on my hands.”

The sweetness of his words, paired with the rasp in his voice, made the tension in your core grow until you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, until you felt as if you’d burst with the sensation of his fingers slowly fucking you.

“Yes, keep quiet my love”, he praised you, “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.”

“I’m close”, a broken whisper tumbled from your lips. He curled his fingers against your walls again, hitting the sweet spot inside again and again while his thumb began stroking the swollen bud of your clit, and quickening the thrusts of his fingers, your hips rolling against him, you could feel your own rhythm faltering and your walls clench around him, arousal already running down your tights. “God, yes!”, you groaned, and his name tumbled from your lips in a broken cry as your orgasm washed over you with the force of a thunderstorm. Your hands fell from their grip on his hair to clutch the bedsheets, finding purchase to stabilize you while you rode out your high on his fingers, your back arced while you threw your head back against his shoulders with the hot bliss of your climax lighting up your vision into blinding white, and his praises for you tangled with your moans as you came on his fingers. You own breathless gasps were in sync with his heavy breaths against your sweat-soaked skin, and you could feel him grin against the side of your throat.

Then, someone called out your name. It was not Zemo. With horror cutting through your hazy mind, you realized you’d entirely forgotten how you’d unmuted yourself in the Zoom-lecture.

You could feel Zemo silently laughing behind you as you cleared your throat, weakly asking, “Yes, please?”

“I asked if there were any questions”, the professor repeated, obviously bored by his own lecture, “And you rather enthusiastically called out. So, what’s your question?”

Oh Lord.

“Um, I think I understood now. No question, sorry”, you replied with a wince, and you could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks at what had just happened.

“Great. Then see you all next week.”

The Zoom call was ended, and you silently closed the laptop with shaky exhale. Zemo was still snickering like the devil behind you, and you turned around to push him back into the mattress and position yourself above him.

“You. This is your fault!”, you chided and pointed your finger at him, and the smug grin he gave you made your frown fuse into a smile as well.

“Well, if you hadn’t enjoyed my ministrations, you wouldn’t have called out as enthusiastically as you did, my love.”

With an embarrassed groan, you rolled off him, letting yourself fall back onto the mattress, soaked with sweat. You pressed your hands over your face, trying to grasp that you’d nearly been caught doing the naughtiest things during an online lecture. Or rather, letting Zemo do the naughtiest things. But oh, had it been worth it.

“Well, I had a feeling you weren’t opposed for a second run”, Zemo purred, leaning over you to place a chaste kiss to your cheek which stood in stark contrast to the wicked expression on his face. He looked rather flustered himself. It made your knees weak all over again. Zemo winked. “If you’re intent on taking revenge…I have no obligations.”

Oh yes. He could bet that you were.

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Missy’s Writing Challenge

Missy’s 2500 Followers Writing Challenge!!

So yeah, I didn't expect to reach 2500 followers! What a crazy ride this has been. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. You have been so patient with me as I’ve been struggling to write and finish some fics. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I would have left Tumblr last year.

Rules:

You don’t have to follow me to participate, but if you want to you will make my day.

Reblog this post so others can join in.

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Send me an ASK with the Character, Troupe, or AU and Movie Quote that you want.

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)

Please no sad endings (Ex: death)

Must be a one-shot or new fic

Can be either reader insert or OFC

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s long

Only two authors on each quote. (If this fills up I will open it to 3 authors)

Due date:  9/30/21

All stories will be reblogged. I will add all stories to a Masterlist for easy access. Tag your fic as #Missy’s Writing Challenge and tag me in your notes. If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.

Marvel Characters:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Wanda

Natasha

Tony

Loki

Thor

Pietro

Billy Russo

Brock Rumlow

Helmut Zemo

Non-Marvel Characters:

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Frank Adler

Andy Barber

Curtis (Snowpiercer)

Frank (endings/beginnings)

Chris (Destroyer)

Charles Blackwood

Dean Winchester

General Kirigan (Darkling)

AU’s

Mob - (Zemo - @animnerd )

Biker

A/B/O

Cop/Detective

Firefighter - (Steve - @starbuckie )

Bartender (w/trope 1/Nat - @lovelyavengers​​​ ) & (Bucky - @dollslayer )

Royalty (w/trope 6/Steve - @ironlady1993​ ) & (Bucky/trope 5 - @silver-pieces )

Vikings (Steve - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor )

Tropes:

Enemies (to friends) to lovers (Steve - @babymango-writes​)

Sex pollen - (Bucky- @gogolucky13 ) & (Ransom - @onlyjamesbarnes )

First Time

Annoying Neighbor

Love at first sight

Evil Twin

Hate Sex (Bucky - @buckyswillow )

Opposites Attract - (Ransom - @drabblewithfrannybarnes )

Movie Quotes:

Don’t do anything stupid until I come back. / How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. (CA) - (Biker Thor - @boxofbonesfic )

Cause I’m with you, till the end of the line - (CA:WS)

So you’re telling me there’s a chance - (Dumb & Dumber) - (Steve/trope 3 - @americasass81 ) & (Bucky/au 2/trope 3 - @metalbuckaroo​ )

That escalated quickly - (The Anchorman) - (Dean W./au 5 - @wonder-cole​​ ) & (Dean/trope 6 w/abo - @holylulusworld )

I understood that reference - (The Avengers) - (Steve/trope 8 - @donutloverxo​​​

It’s not a man-purse. It’s called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one - (The Hangover)

Doth mother know you weareth her drapes? - (The Avengers)

Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it - (The Guardian of the Galaxy)

You’re in a relationship with me. Everything will never be okay - (Ironman 3) - (Dean W - @navybrat817 )

Before we get started, does anyone want to get out? - (CA:WS) - (Sam Wilson/au 4 - @fuel-joy )

We know each other! He’s a friend from work - (Thor: Ragnarok) - (Andy/trope 5 - @cptn )

I have nothing to prove to you - (Captain Marvel)

I can’t control their fear, only my own - (CA:CW)

I’m not looking for forgiveness, and I’m way past asking for permission - (CA:IW) - (Ransom/trope 4 - @lokislastlove )

You make me happy. Even when you're awful, I would rather be with you, even the you that you seem to think is diminished, than with anyone else in the world. - (Me Before You) - (Thor - @blackberrybucky​​​ )

Person 1: I like your knife, I'm keeping it. / Person 2: That was my favorite knife. (Guardians of the Galaxy) - (Bucky- @jobean12-blog)

Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. - (Silver Linings Playbook) - (Bucky - @deaan )

I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love. - (The Vow) - (Dark!Thor x Black Plus-sized Female Reader/Trope 5 - @awesomerextyphoon​ ) & (Bucky - @joannie95 )

Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy - (My Best Friends Wedding) - (Bucky - @angrythingstarlight​​) & (Dean W/AU 3 & 6 - @danneelsmain​​ )

Everything I have ever done, I’ve done for you - (Great Expectations) - (Brock - @nekoannie-chan​​) & (Darkling/trope 5 - @princessofdarkwinter​​ )

Thank you @happygowriting​​ for the amazing header! Go check her out!

[thesuitkovian]

Amnesia

A/N: No prompt today, just felt inspired.

Word Count: 870

Warnings: Zemo x Reader, gn!Reader, injury, talk of injury, talk of blood, fluff, hurt/comfort with Zemo

Description: Zemo is adapting surprisingly well to peasant life.

After losing his memory when John hit him with the shield and the government decided Helmut Zemo needed to be placed under the care of someone who could keep an eye on him. As a former Avenger living alone in the middle of nowhere, you were the perfect candidate. Being a former Avenger meant you worried you at first, until you found out his memory loss goes back to his early twenties. Before jail, before revenge, before the Battle of Sokovia, before wife and son. The last part was sad to you, and you remember your eyes tearing up when you found out he would no longer remember his own lost loved ones, or even remember to be upset about it. But you didn't have time to cry because suddenly they were bringing him out and you were expected to lead him out to your car and then drive him to your house like he didn’t bomb the Vienna International Centre and single handedly break apart the Avengers.

5 months have passed since then and you are happy to say they have passed by completely uneventfully, aside from an agent showing up irregularly to check in on Zemo.

He hasn’t tried to run away, blow anything up, or even mentioned the Avengers or Ultron. He has spoken to you of Sokovia though, the stories of his former home being one of your main points of bonding. He took surprisingly well to working on the farm, and it didn’t take him long to learn the ins and outs of dealing with crops and livestock. Plus, an extra pair of hands on the farm has been very welcome.

Today, exactly 5 months after Helmut Zemo came to live with you, you’re focusing your efforts on cooking lunch while Helmut fixes the broken shelf in the shed. You’re startled for a moment when your dog, a large border collie named Ruckus, comes charging through the doorway into the kitchen. A second later you hear the front door shut and then the heavy steps of Helmut’s working boots on your old wood floor.

He enters the kitchen, and you turn to look at him curiously. “Done already? That was fast.”

He shakes his head, approaching the counter and taking one of the clothes there to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “I’m not finished.” He tells you in his heavy Sokovian accent, “I was injured."

“What?!” You exclaim, surprised. You set down the spoon you were stirring the pot with, and walk over to him quickly. “Where are you injured?”

He points down to his paint leg. Close to the top of his boot is a hole in his pants, with obvious blood stains around it.

“Come on.” You immediately move to action, taking him by the arm and guiding him to the bathroom. “I don’t want you getting blood on my nice floors.”

You sit him down on the toilet, using his shoulders as support to reach up into the cabinet above the toilet and grab out the first aid kit.

You then kneel in front of him, setting the kit next to you and opening it up.”How did you get hurt?” You ask, picking out the supplies you will need.

“The old shelf is too rotted, so I was going to use some spare wood from when we built the second chicken coop to make a new shelf, only I had to cut it down to the right size.” You pull off his shoe, then peel the pant leg away from the injury, making him hiss in pain. You glance up at him apologetically. “I tried the electric saw, but it would not power up, so I used the hand saw. I cut the wood, then I turned for a moment to take a drink from my water and Ruckus came bursting into the shed. It startled me, I bumped into the table and the saw slipped off it and hit my leg on the way down.”

You shake your head, tsking, “I’m sorry, Helmut, I know Ruckus can be a handful.”

He shrugs and offers a small smile, “No need to apologize. She is a dog, yes, but she is a puppy at heart and will probably always live up to her name.”

Finished, with everything else, you bandage up his leg, gently tapping his ankle before you begin to pack everything back up. “Alright, you’re all set.”

You toss all the trash in the small trashcan next to the toilet before standing, once again using his shoulders for support as you put the first aid kit away. You keep a hand on his shoulder even as you get off your tippy toes and lean down to press a kiss on his whiskered cheek.

“For being such a good patient.” You whisper, smiling as you try to keep the heat rushing to your face after your bold move.You step away, straightening your shirt and regaining your composure. “After lunch we’ll go into town to get you a new pair of pants, can’t have you wearing ratty peasant clothes, now can we, Baron of Sokovia?”

[eevee-of-rivia]

Horny Thought 2.2

Summary: The other version of my second Horny Thought

Pairing: Young Helmut Zemo x f!Dom!reader (zemo is a virgin)

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: smut (MINORS DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it before you use it please) a bit of angst, blowjobs and handjobs. Reader Riding Zemo  That’s all I think

You were forced by your parents to participate in this gala, organized by Sokovia’s royalty because they wanted you to meet the guy who will be your future Husband. But, fortunately for you, your German best friend Monika was here too so you wouldn’t be bored for too long. You two were chatting a bit, talking about all the boys that were here and guessing who could be the guy you will have to marry when your eyes fell on a guy. He was just walking alone while watching around, a bored expression on his face. "Who is he?" you asked Monika, making her giggle. "That pouting guy is Helmut Zemo" she answered you making a confused expression appear on your face. 'Pouting?' you thought, bringing your attention back to the guy. And when you saw him you couldn’t stop yourself but giggle. Zemo was pouting like a sad puppy. 'How cute' you thought, a smirk appearing on your face. You were going to say something to your best friend when you saw Zemo looking at you, a little blush on his face. He must have noticed you looking at him. So you decided to wave your hand at him and give him a smile with a hint of mischeviuness in it, making him walk towards you.

"Hi, I saw you from afar and I thought that you were really cute," he said, making his face redden even more. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover a little giggle before raising a bit your long skirt and making a little bow. "I’m Y/N Y/L/N" you presented yourself to the guy in front of you. "Oh yeah," he stuttered a bit, remembering that you two were among royalty, before making also a bow. "I’m Helmut. Helmut Zemo" "Nice to meet you Zemo" The two of you continued talking about everything and nothing for a while until Zemo asked you a specific question: "If I can ask you, why are you here? I’ve never seen you to the other galas" Your expression changed when Zemo asked you this, making you remember why you were participating in the gala. Seeing the angry expression on your face, even if you were trying to cover it, Zemo quickly tried to cheer you up. "I’m sorry! I didn’t want to upset you. Why don’t we take a walk in the garden? I know a secret passage to get there" You thought a bit about his request, pondering your options, before taking his hand with one of yours "I would love to, show me the way Zemo" you told him before urging him to take you two to the gardens. It took you a while but finally, the two of you arrived in the garden, managing not to be discovered by anyone. "I’ve never seen the stars like this," you said when you lifted your gaze to the dark sky that was upon the two of you. "They are beautiful" you continued. "You are beautiful" Zemo murmured, making you turn to look at him with a questioning expression on your face. "I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, did you said something?" you asked smiling at him. In reality, you heard what he said but you wanted to tease him a bit. He simply shook his head trying to hide the blush that crept on his cheeks. "Just tell me, Zemo," you said walking towards him and putting your hands on his chest, smirking at him. Zemo was a little startled at first, not having an idea of what you were doing. "what.." he started to ask you but was soon interrupted by your lips pressing over his. After a while you stepped back a while, admireìing the little pout and the little pout that now were on Zemo's face. "Did you like it?" you asked whispering on his lips, making him nod a bit. His mouth was dry and his head empty. He never felt like this. He wanted to kiss you again, so bad. But his thoughts were interrupted when he felt your hand resting on his growing erection. "Did my little boy get excited?" you asked smiling at him while you stroked his erection. He just nodded, trying to contain his moans, without succession. "How cute," you said dropping to your knees and starting to undoing his pants. "Here, let me take care of you" you continued while bringing his pants and boxer down. You took a while to admire his erection, and his confused but curious expression, before taking with one hand his cock and starting to stroke it. You continued like this for a while, pleased by Zemo's little moans, before starting to suck on the tip. You continued for a while, taking more and more of his cock until you arrived to feel his tip down your throat making him almost cum. It was at that moment that you stopped, making him cry a bit. "No please, I was" he tried to say to you before you interrupted him. "I know Helmut, but don't worry I have another surprise for you, something better than my mouth" you said while you were getting yourself up. "Take off your pants and lay down, trust me" you demanded him. A pleasured smirk appeared on your face when you saw him obeying you, even after a few seconds of insecurity. "Good boy" you praised him, making him stutter and blush hard. "T-Thank you" You waited for him to be comfortably laying down before straddling his thighs and putting aside your panties. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, is that ok with you?" you asked, waiting for him to answer. He just nodded, looking at you with his eyes filled with lust. You didn't make him wait another second before deciding to ride him. It hasn't passed so much time before you felt Zemo throbbing inside you. "a-are you close?" you asked him between yours and his moans. He just nodded, too lost in the pleasure of the moment. "me too" you answered him before taking a hand to your clit, starting to stroke it. It didn't take too long before you reached your high, milking Zemo's cock. And soon, after that, you felt Zemo cumming too. You took a moment to calm yourself down before standing up, helping Zemo to came back to his feet too. "Was I your first time?" you asked when you saw the little embarrassed expression on his face. You already had your suspicion but you had the confirm only when Zemo murmured a little "yes" "You were amazing, don't worry" you reassured him kissing his cheek. "But now I need to go, my parents are probably searching for me. I hope to see you soon" and after finishing the sentence you ran back to the gala leaving Zemo alone with his thoughts. He'll probably never see her again. When they were going to the garden he heard some people talking about her and about the fact that tonight she will meet her future husband.

It took a while to Zemo to decide to go back to the gala, searching for his parents, trying to hide the sad expression on his face. He really liked you and he hoped to get to know you better. It took him a while to find them, they were talking with an old couple. He slowly approached them, stopping himself when he was just right beside them. His mother was the first to notice that he was back, smiling softly at him. "Helmutyou are back just in time to meet Y/N. She will be your future wife" Zemo was shocked to hear your name and to know that he will be your future husband. At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke and that his parents married him to a girl with the same name as the girl he fell in love with. It was only when your parents called your name, and when he saw you walking slowly towards him, that a smile appeared on his face. Maybe, after all, those galas weren't so bad.

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[scuttle-buttle]

Scuttle-Buttle’s Masterlist

Tags/TW are listed at the beginning of each fic/chapter. All works available on AO3 under @ scuttlebuttle. Sadly I do not own the characters - I just needed a hobby.

If you want to be tagged in anything please let me know!

Ratings:

G - general audiences

T - teen & up

M - mature audiences, 18+

E - explicit, 18+

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Zemo x Plus Size Female Reader

No One But Me

Summary: When you received a call from Sam and Bucky to help them catch the Flag Smashers you didn’t entirely know what to expect. As a lonely PhD student studying the effects of Hydra on shaping modern history, the duo thought you could be useful in finding leads towards the case. What you didn’t know was that a certain incarcerated Baron would be working alongside you stirring up trouble, and in more ways than one. 

                 Rated: E         Word Count: 4.7k 

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Baron on the Run series

Young Folks

Summary: Zemo takes you shopping and you decide it’s time to have a little fun with your Baron. 

                Rated: M          Word Count: 1.3K

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Summary: You and Zemo do a little dance.

                Rated: T            Word Count: 1.3k

Aphrodite

Summary: The morning after No One But Me.

Rated: E Word Count: 2.2k

Beard Burn

Summary: A beard is the best disguise.

Rated: M Word Count: ~600

Man Size Meatballs

Summary: QVC is dangerous.

Rated G Word Count: ~600

What Are Those?

Summary: You buy your Baron some new shoes.

Rated: G Word Count: ~500

Summary: Zemo keeps the holsters on.

Don't Let Go

Rated: E Word Count: ~2k

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Niki Lauda (Rush 2013)

Sleeping With The Enemy masterlist

Pairing: Niki Lauda x fem!OC Catherine Sinclair/Reader

Summary: Catherine Sinclair is the younger, estranged half-sister of renowned F1 driver James Hunt. Things get a bit complicated when she decides to reenter James’ life and ends up meeting his rival - Niki Lauda. Engines ignite as Catherine finds herself caught between her feelings for Niki and the rivalry that the two men share. Will she pump the brakes or let herself crash in the inferno?

Rating: E for smut

SWTE One Shots Masterlist

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The Heist masterlist

Synopsis: Niki Lauda and James Hunt are complete opposites. With their careers on the line as International Agents for Interpol, the two get paired together to solve the case of a small underground black market art heist. The introduction of an American, a woman no less, into the team only complicates things further as the trio goes undercover. There's more than just art that is at risk of being stolen on this mission. 

Pairing: Niki Lauda x Fem!Reader, some James Hunt x Reader

Rated: E 18+ for eventual smut, language, and violence

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Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

The Interpretation of Dreams Masterlist

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: Modern AU. Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a pretentious ass - that's the only way you could possibly explain the man. That being said, you needed a job to help pay for grad school, and the position of being his TA was the only thing available. You'll suck it up and deal with it, but the last thing you'll do is let this man get inside your head in the process.

Enemies to Lovers

Rated: E for smut & descriptions of trauma

Psychopathia Sexualis Masterlist

Sequel to The Interpretation of Dreams

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!Reader

Summary: After experiencing a whirlwind enemies-turned-lovers romance with the imposing Professor Laszlo Kreizler, things have been wonderful for you. Your studies are coming along, work is enjoyable, and you are in a stable relationship with the man you believe to be the love of your life. Suddenly,  everything threatens to come crashing down with the arrival of a face from the past. Will jealousy and desire consume you and destroy the love you finally found?

Rated: E for smut & dark themes

Peri Psyches masterlist

A one shot series to follow The Interpretation of Dreams & Psychopathia Sexualis fics. Oneshots vary in rating, tags will be listed at the beginning of each fic. Also posted to AO3.

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Other Brühl Boys Oneshots & HCs

Two Stars Miles Apart

Pairing: Andrea Marowski (Ladies in Lavender) x GN reader

Lingonberry Schnapps

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist) x GN reader

Sweater Weather

Pairing: Alex Garel (Eva) x GN reader

Up In Flames

Pairing: AU firefighter Zemo x fem!Reader (smut)

Breakfast in Bed - drabble request

Pairing: Zemo x pregnant wife reader

Promises Kept

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Fischer (My Zoe) x afab!Reader

Ernst Schmidt with a baby - HCs

Modern! Andrea Marowski- HCs

Voyeurism Kink Daniel Weltz - HCs

Brühl Boys & how they would help you on your period Alignment chart

[statticscribbles]

Marvel/DC Masterlist

Avengers

General

Two

Still

Wrestle

Room

Sharing (Bucky)

Rescue (peggy natasha centric)

Rescue Pt 2

Rescue Pt 3

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Lifeboat

For Sale

Mission Pt 1: Backlog

Oh Baby

Plus Sized (Headcanons)

Summon (Halloween)

Shadow Help (Halloween)

Dating (Headcanons)

Baby (Headcanons)

Going Steady

Devil’s Playground

My Little Girl

Courting (a/b/o dynamics)

Courting Pt 2 (a/b/o dynamics)

Baking

Heal

Winter (soulmate AU)

Type

Empathic Synesthetes Pt 1

ES: Pt 2

ES: Pt 3

ES: Pt 4

ES: Pt 5

ES Pt 6

ES Pt 7

ES Pt 8 (smut)

Surprise Santa

Baby Holiday 

Last Christmas

Second Gift

White Christmas

Hallelujah

Dad Age

Initial (ftm reader Soulmate AU)

Dream Share (soulmate)

Initial Baby (ftm smut)

Double Check (soulmate au)

Iced

Steve Rogers/Reader

Gala (Holiday Challenge)

Gala Pt 2

Date Pt 2 (pt 1 sam/Reader)

Past Hope Pt 1

Past Hope Pt 2

Past Hope Pt 3

Past Hope Pt 4

Past Hope Pt 5

Past Hope Pt 6 (smut)

For Christmas

Expense

Wrong Flirt

Dirty Thoughts (smut)

Planned

Peggy Carter/Reader/Bucky Barnes

Mission Pt1: Backlog

Sam Wilson/Reader

Date

Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Latrodectus Pt 1

Latrodectus Pt 2

Bounty (male)

War is Over

What If Pt 1

What If Pt 2

What If Pt 3

What If Pt 4

What If Pt 5

What If Pt 6

Meeting

Clint Barton/Reader

Mission First

Sign

Loki/Reader

Dating (Headcanons)

Baby (Headcanons)

Prayer Pt 1

Prayer Pt 2

Helmut Zemo/Reader

Meet Cute Pt 1

Meet Cute Pt 2

Felica Hardy/Reader

Family Opinions

Jessica Jones/Luke Cage

Timer

Peter Parker/Felicia Hardy

Dreamer

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Mind’s Eye

Bar Hopping

Bar Hopping Pt 2

Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy

Temperature

Sharon Carter/ Sam Wilson

Mission

Vampy (Halloween Challenge)

Roommate Pt 1

Roommate Pt 2

Meaning

Natasha Romanoff/Yelena Belova

Settle

Assure

Pauk

Sestra

Song

Braid

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes

In Need

Drift

Natasha Romanoff/Steve Rogers

Wake Up

Perfect

Peter Parker/Zarda

Meet and Greet

Tandy Bowen/Tyrone Johnson

Masked Ball

Peggy Carter/Natasha Romanoff

Forgive Me

Wanda Maximoff/OC

Holy

Fantastic Four:

Johnny Storm/Reader

Hot Girl Bummer

X-Men

General:

Hero

Babysitting

Family Conference

Totally Fucked

Late Bloomer(a/b/o Dynamics)

Baby Daddy Masterlist

Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Name

Dark Kingdom

Peter Maximoff/Alex Summers

Get Me The Moon

Charles Xavier/Reader

Help

Erik Lehnsherr/Reader

Almost

Raven Darkholme/ Reader

Human

Mirror (soulmate au)

Peter Maximoff/Reader

Show Off (male)

Forever After All

Babe

Wade Wilson/Reader

Blast

Sidekick

Kurt Wagner/Reader

Baby

Dance

Hand

Hank McCoy/Reader

Words

Visibility

Cancer

Jean Grey/Reader

Weapon (Male Reader)

Thinking (Male)

David Haller/Ruth Aldine

Talk

DC Comics

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle

Night

Barry Allen/Reader

Hocus Pocus (Male Reader)

Reverse

Iris West/Reader

Wedge

Barry Allen/Eddie Thawne

Jealousy

Clark Kent/Diana Prince

Hero Mark

Barbara Gordon/Reader

Masked

John Stewart/Shayera Hol

Progression (Soulmate AU)

[tocastielandback]

Take Me Away (Helmut Zemo x F! Reader) [Part 5]

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x F!SE Asian!Plus Size! Reader

Word Count: 602

Description: The unassuming prison librarian just can’t forget about Zemo.

Author’s Note: I know this is drastically shorter than the other chapters, but I wanted to include more glimpses of reader's life that don't involve conversations with Zemo, which I... kinda failed at since he's still mentioned, but I plan on sneaking in more details as the story progresses.

Warnings: self-hate

@whoabrekker @kindledimagines @s-ara-bel @lov3vivian @sorcerersofnyc @maria-chwan @mysoftboybensolo

On the TV screen, a model strode down the runway with purpose, hands at her sides and that blank-yet-alluring stare on her pale face. With her head held high, her short brown hair sparkled under the stage lights.

"Glitter? Beads?" (Y/N) questioned out loud to herself.

She stared at the woman strutting back to the direction she came from, then the libr(Y/N)n's face lit up.

"Perfect!" (Y/N) gasped and flipped her sketchbook open to two blank pages, folding it inside out so the left side faced up.

She grabbed her favorite rollerball pen and, with a click, began tattooing the white space in thick, black ink.

As she normally did when taking notes, she created a heading—date, event, model's name—then noted the parts of the ensemble that caught her eye.

Sparkles in hair - cosmetic glitter, beads, or clips?

Uses: On a sheer veil, blends seamlessly depending on hairstyle.

Below the writing, she would glue a photo of the whole look as well as behind-the-scenes shots, if there were any floating around the stylists' social media profiles. It was a great way to see, not only the finest details, but the prep work that went into the hair and makeup.

A commercial break allowed her a moment to drink from the wine glass on the coffee table.

With Apfelschorle pouring down her throat, she let out a satisfied "ahh".

Though she didn't consume alcohol, the vessel made her feel more her age.

If the veil is sheer... the dress should be white, right? she asked herself while staring at the words on the page. No, if it's sheer, the dress can be any color. God, I’m so dumb.

She took another swig of her drink as if she was an exhausted mother in need of a rosé.

Envisioning the dress she sought to draw invited thoughts of Zemo and the new information she'd gathered about him.

The laptop on the couch cushion next to her was powered up to a web browser with several tabs open. Other than the pages with a small, teddy bear on a stuffed animals website and a Bratwurst recipe, the rest were news articles about the Sokovia Accords and the impact it had on the superheroes. (Keeping captives like herself informed about world affairs wasn't exactly one of Hydra's priorities.)

She'd wept for him when he told the story.

These people who were supposed to protect ordinary citizens took his wife, son and father from him. The immense guilt he had, knowing he reassured them they would be safe when it turned out to not be the case...

Had it not been for that glass wall keeping them apart, she would have hugged him. How long has it been since he felt any physical affection?

In a way, she was envious of his wife for having had the chance to be in his presence and to be intimate in ways she desired for herself.

(Y/N) scolded herself for such thinking. While she could barely stomach violence, another part of her couldn't deny that she yearns for Zemo to develop and harness love for her that was so passionate, so intense... that he would burn the world for her.

With her mood spoiled yet again by her own mind, she turned the TV off, closed her drawing pad and powered down her computer.

She would read up on the other looks tomorrow on her lunch date with her phone.

After getting ready for bed—teeth brushed, face washed, lights out, devices plugged in—she settled between the sheets, encasing her body in the warmth she craved.

[merakiaes]

WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog. 

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work. 

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

Don’t get pissy if you request something and I kindly tell you that I don’t write that kind of thing, whatever it may be. I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately and it’s really annoying. All writers have their own, individual preferences, and that’s their right.

Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

Feel free to reblog this to spread the word!

[punemy-spotted]

Request Policy

So now that I have… some idea of what I want my requests policy to be, I’ve decided to actually properly outline it here. I do take requests … until I don’t, and that status will be prominently displayed on my sidebar. If I’ve got an ask game running, I’m definitely taking requests (and will post when I’ve gotten too many to complete!) but I want to outline the things I will and will not do. This is long, so check under the Read More for information.

As an additional note, I'm slow when it comes to responding to requests and oneshots. My brain tends to hyperfixate on certain things and it may be a Bit™ before it gets around to actually letting me write what I need. Please please be patient with me, I'm very small and very squishy.

(1) Who do I write for?

First and foremost, I DO NOT write RPF (Real Person Fiction). I know people that do and I adore them, but I am not capable of doing it myself.

Secondly, my list of characters I’m opento write for encompasses more than characters I have written for. I may attempt to do an organized masterlist — especially if Iam writing in CEvans-verse or more Bruhl characters, for example.

At present, I write/plan to write for:

Steve Rogers (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Helmut Zemo (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Thor Odinson (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Sam Wilson (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Robb Stark (Game of Thrones — AUs ONLY at the moment)

Jon Snow (Game of Thrones — AUs ONLY at the moment)

Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones — AUs ONLY at the moment)

Erik Lensherr/Magneto (Marvel Cinematic Universe/X-Men)

Billy Russo (Marvel Cinematic Universe/Punisher)

Frank Castle (Marvel Cinematic Universe/Punisher)

I am perfectly open to writing threesomes in any combination you do request, and pretty much any AU you want. For anyone marked AU only, please be sure to let me know which AU you’re requesting because there’s very manyand I will die.

If you want someone not on this list, roll the dice! I try not to write for things I haven’t seenyet but I have a watchlist a mile long and a willingness to do nothing but crochet and “research.”

(2) What WON’T I write?

I won’t touch

Underage ANYTHING (Writing about a couple having children is fine, writing a child!Reader scares me)

Watersports/Scat

Raceplay

Extreme Violence (excluding action sequences and even then, I’m just bad at it, y’all)

Bestiality (monsterfucking doesn’t count, gimme)

Real Person Fiction (just… reiterating that)

DDLG Kink (I’m just… not comfortable with writing it. There are better writers who are actuallyLittles or otherwise out there and I would never ever do them the disservice by attempting my own hand)

You, if you’re rude (don’t be a dick)

Some additional notes: I’m Desi. I don’t know how to be anything other than Desi, and occasionally that means my readers might accidentally get coded as Desi because my normal meter is firmly oriented towards the homeland and sometimes I forget there are things I do that other cultures don’t. I will try my best not to code requests a certain way unless you request it specifically (plus size!Reader, specific profession!Reader, specific faith!Reader, etc.).

I also reserve the right to gently decline to do any requests if I am not comfortable completing it. Sometimes I don’t know I have a limit until I have it and then I get to Deal with that.

[scuttle-buttle]

Beard Burn

Baron on the Run series

Pairing: Zemo x Plus Size Fem!Reader

WC: 687

Rated: M

Tags: mentions of sexual situations, bearded zemo 🥵

🧔

A soft hiss escapes you as you roll over in bed, barely conscious of the world in your half awake state. Your hand stretches out to reach for him, your Baron, but meets the cold of the pillow instead. Finally opening your eyes to the harsh sunlight of the bedroom you see the clock reads almost 10. He has undoubtedly been up for hours. As you sit up the blanket falls from you, revealing your bare skin to the empty chill of the room.

Shifting to stand, the chafed skin of your plush thighs rubs uncomfortably. Zemo had been rather zealous in his endeavors last night. His newly grown beard leaves remnants like a brand against you. A flash of memory hits; the rough scratch along your delicate skin as he made you come apart under his lips and tongue. Helmut was beyond generous in his affections for you. It wasn’t something you could have prepared for - just how demanding and yet just how giving he was. You knew he would ruin you. In fact, he already had.

Finding a cotton shirt on the floor, you pull it over your head. Searching through his things you find a pair of clean briefs. They are long enough to offer some protection against the further abuse to your poor skin, but comfortable enough that you don’t mind wearing them. Glancing in the bathroom mirror you notice how the material hugs your curves; god my ass looks fantastic in these. You figure he will appreciate the look of you in his clothes.

You find your way to the living room. Helmut sits on the leather loveseat, newspaper in one hand, tea cup in the other. He glances at you from above the cup. “Good morning, liebling. I was beginning to wonder if you would come join me soon.”

Crossing the room you perch on the arm of his chair. He folds the paper neatly before pressing a chaste kiss to the still exposed part of your thigh. “Did you sleep well?”

You shrug, grabbing the cup out of his fingers to take a swig. “Mostly.” He takes his tea sweeter than you prefer. But that’s the other thing you’ve learned in the month that you and the Baron have been hiding out - that man loves his sweets.

“Oh? Perhaps a complaint is in order?”

“Just one.”

“And what might that be, schatzi?” His tone is patronizing, but in jest. The way he peers at you from beneath his lashes is playful.

Instead of speaking, you reply by pulling up the inside of the shorts you wear, revealing the raw, reddened skin to his wandering gaze.

He smirks. “Ah. My apologies.” He’s not sorry.

You hum in response. Bringing the hand without his cup up, you scratch your nails through the coarse hair that lines his face. The beard is full and lush, not too long but just long enough to add a sort of rugged quality to him. It is so incredibly masculine that the sweet nothings he often whispers to you should feel out of place. “The things this does to me…” you mutter wistfully. Helmut practically purrs against your touch. “How long are you planning on keeping it?” You don’t admit it, but you hope he does.

“That depends on how long we are in hiding. But I rather think you enjoy it too much, schatz, so perhaps longer,” he teases. He leans towards the tea you hold. Carefully, you tip the cup between his waiting lips. A stray drop is caught in the edge of his beard. With a considerate swipe of your thumb you collect the beaded drop from his chin.

The air surrounding you is riddled with heat. Before either of you could make the final move to jump the other’s bones your stomach growls angrily. The tension is broken by the sound.

Helmut chuckles. “Seems I should make you breakfast before I receive another complaint.”

He stands and walks off to the kitchen, not before dropping a soft kiss to your forehead. Downing what’s left of his tea you chase behind him. “Crepes please!”

Tag list: @ay0nha @apparrio @livvyshmiv @fictionlandslanddreams @vinylrosess @typical-bistander @ntlmundy @mymagicsuitcase @anteroom-of-death @somethingthatsaysbubbles @lieutenantn @multiversemarielle @trashbin2 @whatawildone @metalbreakfast @laura-naruto-fan1998 @greeneyedblondie44 @godidontevenknowwhat @marchingicenotes7

[scuttle-buttle]

Young Folks

Baron on the Run series

Summary: Zemo takes you shopping and you decide it’s time to have a little fun with your Baron.        

Pairing: zemo x plus size fem reader

Word count: ~1.3k

Rating: Mature, mildly suggestive and depictions of lingerie but no actual smut

Tags: fem!reader, plus size reader, fupa (is that a tag?), cuteness, slight age difference, sugar daddy zemo, suggestive language, domestic, self confidence, tik tok trash, bad german

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You should've known you'd end up in this position at some point. Seven weeks since leaving Riga and you had worn everything in your bag more than probably socially acceptable. Even the Baron resorted to wearing the classic jacket-and-ballcap look to be less conspicuous at times, only at your insistence. The fitting room you currently occupied was looking more like a tornado had blown through it than a person. Helmut insisted that you pick out a variety. Dresses, blouses, sweaters, and pants lined the walls and bench within the room. You glanced in the mirror. The jeans you had on fit like a second skin. They should for the price of them, you thought. Helmut did say he wanted to treat you - "for you, anything mein liebe."

The two of you had been in the shop for nearly an hour now. The staff followed the Baron likpuppies, placing all the items you chose into the fitting room for you. Helmut insisted you try on anything and everything that struck your eye. By now you were on outfit 14. 15 maybe? You lost count. “I really think we should have some sort of fashion show montage music playing. Really set the mood.”

Opening the door to show Zemo, you couldn't help but notice how his gaze slid up the length of your legs before settling on the curve of your ass. He only broke away when you spoke. "I really like these high waisted ones much better than the lower cut. Gotta contain the ‘fupa’ - keep that bad boy in," you laughed. You turned, wiggling your hips as you showed off the jeans.

Blinking once, Helmut cocked his head to the side, "contain the…. What?"

“The ‘fupa’.” The clueless look remained on his face, eyebrows scrunched. Oh he’s so adorable when he’s confused. Putting him out of his misery you gesture to the lower pouch of your stomach. “That’s what all the kids are calling it these days,” you explain, trying to sound cultured.

“I see…. It appears I am quite behind on what is considered young and ‘hip’ now.”

“Years in a maximum security prison will do that to you. Don’t worry - I’ll catch you up, old man,” you wink before closing the dressing room door.

Shimmying out of the jeans you pick the next item to try on. Leggings and a purple knit sweater; simple and comfy. You ready yourself to show Helmut, but when you open the door he’s no longer seated on the chair he previously occupied. Shrugging, you admire yourself in the 3-faced mirror along the wall. The sweater emphasizes the curves you like while hiding those you don’t.

Two outfits later and still no Helmut; you begin to worry that something is wrong. Opening the door once more you clutch at your chest in shock. He’s leaning on the doorframe, a sly smile on his face. “Jesus, Helmut - you nearly gave me a heart attack! Where’ve you been I was getting worried?” You glance down at the movement of his arm.

“I was on a mission,” he shrugged, his smirk never fading. Holding out the pieces of material, you see exactly what kept him from you. Sets of lace, ribbons, and straps were placed in your hands. Lingerie. “I have kept your preference for the high waisted, as you said you are more fond of it. Although, I would love you in anything…. Or nothing.” Your face heats under his stare. Turning to close the door, Helmut called out a “don’t be long now, liebling.”

Looking through the options you decided on the simple off-white babydoll and panty set first. Although quite transparent, you admired how delicate you felt. White was not always the most flattering color for someone trying to hide the softness of their body, but if Helmut picked it out there must be a reason. You certainly did look angelic. “Meine engel,” you could imagine him saying.

Next you grab a navy blue teddy. The mesh is covered in small polka dots of the same blue, featuring a sweetheart neckline, cinched waist, and cheeky backside. The cut felt vintage; add red lip and you could be a real pinup girl. As much as you wanted to show Helmut you didn’t think the shop owner would appreciate you traipsing around half-nude.

The last set you reach for is a deep purple. The same color as his mask, of course, you think. Three pieces make it up. Taking a minute to ensure each strap is correctly in place, you nearly gasp when you see yourself in the mirror. A balconette bustier presses your ample breasts up and inward in an obscene manner. Garter belt, sans stockings, clasped around your middle accentuates the narrowest part of your thick waist. The thong sits high on your wide hips, the globes of your backside on full display. You should feel entirely exposed. Instead you feel like an absolute goddess draped in his color. His goddess.

“I hope there is good reason for you to keep me waiting, schatz.” Zemo calls from the chair outside.

“Ye-yeah, I’ll be done in a minute,” you call out, not yet ready to leave the bubble you’ve found yourself in. Deciding that you don’t want to leave it, you find the next best solution. Ripping the price tag off the set you have on, you redress in the clothes you wore to the shop, all while leaving the lingerie underneath. You stuff your boring undergarments in your oversized purse and grab the items you are purchasing.

“I trust you found something you liked?” Helmut inquired, a hand on your back as he led you to the register.

“I did,” came your flippant reply.

Reaching the register you placed your items down before handing the removed price tag directly to the cashier with a smile. The Baron’s brow raised at the action for a moment before connecting the dots. A huff left his nose at the realization of which piece was missing from the pile, and thus where that set currently was. You ignored the way his heated stare bore holes into you.

Finishing the transaction, Helmut grabbed the bags before leading you out of the shop. Leaning in you placed a sweet kiss to his cheek, a whispered “thank you daddy,” in his ear.

“We should return home.” Helmut stood rigid, his pupils blown as he regarded you. The faint pressure of a growing hardness pressed into your hip. It was easy to guess what was on his mind.

Uh uh. That won’t do. You wanted to see him suffer. As much as he teased you the last few weeks with everything he did you wanted a taste of the action. To make him have to think about what you have underneath your clothes. About your body wrapped in his color. About all the things he wants to do to you but can’t. You decide to pretend not to notice his current predicament. Innocently as possible, you whine “already? I’m not done yet, I really wanted to visit the little bookstore up the block. And then I figured we could go get a cup of tea - I can catch you up on what us young folk are up to these days! Someone needs to educate you, so we might as well get to it!”

“Oh I’ll show you what is up, schatz,” Helmut growls.

You give him your best puppy dog look before he sighs. Pulling away from you to compose himself, you begin your journey to the bookstore, biting your lip in satisfaction. “Come on, boomer!” you yell. Zemo trails behind.

“I am in trouble…” he mumbles to himself.

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WC: 496

Rated: G

Tags: this is so dumb and I'm not even sorry, domestic, small reference to turkish delights and his son

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“Helmut!”

“Yes, liebling?” he calls back from the kitchen as he cooked dinner.

You ask “what’s your shoe size?”

A pause; “what are you up to, schatzi?”

“Nothing, just tell me.” He does, reluctantly.

Your Baron had given you his credit card after you’d offhandedly mentioned that you wanted some new shoes. He said to buy yourself something nice. What he didn’t know was that by shoes you meant a new pair of crocs. You had to leave your favorite pair back in your old apartment when you first went on the run.

After picking out a pair for each of you, you entered his bank information and hit ‘confirm order’. The mental image of the Baron in a pair of crocs made you laugh to yourself. Oh this is going to be good…

Almost two weeks later Zemo came home from some errand, a large package in his arms. You squealed, snatched the box from him with a kiss to his cheek, and bounded to the bedroom. The door slammed behind you. Helmut stood blinking before shaking his head and moving to the home office.

Ten minutes later he heard a squeaking-squishing sound. Looking up you stood in the door, a smirk on your face.

“You like?” you modeled a pair of deep purple rubber clogs that were covered in little charms.

“They are… comfortable looking?” Helmut said without conviction, unsure what the hell it was you purchased.

“Oh totally, AND I got you a pair!” You pulled a matching pair from behind your back. A hand gestured underneath and you “oo’ed” as you showed them off. Zemo’s brows furrowed.

“Look at them, they are so you!” On the offending footwear were little plastic charms. “You have a champagne glass, a crown ‘cause you’re royalty, there’s a Lightning Mcqueen because you have a lot of cars - and I thought it was cute, and a book to remind you of me,” you explain pointing to each charm. “And they’re in your color.” You smile.

He couldn’t help but think they were the most ridiculous and hideous pair of shoes he had ever seen. His face must have mirrored his thoughts. You sigh. “Okay I know they aren’t really your style, but at least try wearing them around the house for me? Just give them a shot?” You give your best puppy dog look as you ask.

“The things I would do for you, schatz…” he mumbles, holding out a hand for the shoes.

A week had gone by since the crocs had come in, and Helmut had done exactly as he had promised. In fact, he refused to openly admit it, but the crocs were some of the comfiest shoes he had ever worn, even if they were the most obnoxious. He wore them in the house like slippers. You yourself wouldn’t brag but you knew he loved them.

Another two weeks pass when you notice a little candy-shaped charm has been added to the bunch.

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It is 3pm, I have a charcuterie board, some turkish delight, and a bottle of champagne and I'm ready to write for our boy Zemo