#Alpha!Zemo Smut

[the-ravening]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @zsparz and @six-demon-bag for tagging me! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3? Only 12, because I am a baby writer.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 86k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Winterbaron, or more accurately, Zemo/everyone

4. Top five fics by kudos: Let's do a top 3, since top 5 would just be like half my fics.

Something Sweet to Eat (142 kudos) Extremely underage Halloween fic, bunny boy Zemo shows up trick or treating at Bucky's house Adopt, Don’t Shop (123 kudos) Omegaverse, bratty teen Zemo is for sale at an Omega kennel and Alpha Bucky goes shopping Gift-Wrapped (113 kudos) This was the first fic I ever posted (just a few years ago) and I'm still pretty proud of it. Just a silly Winterbaron rimming PWP, but it's hot

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, I always mean to, but I think I'm a bit behind right now. I know there are some amazing comments on Home to Me from last year that I still haven't replied to and I feel bad about it all the time.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Under Lock and Key (what a mess we’ve made), the Heinrich/Helmut Zemo dadcest fic I wrote for @ex0rin where I followed her hurt/no comfort philosophy of leaving him on the floor crying.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't know if I really do happy endings? I have PWPs where the happy ending is they both come, if that counts. 😅 Let's say... Ink Kissed (with violent precision) where tattoo artist Bucky gives his client Zemo a dick tattoo, and Zemo ends up quite happy with the tattoo as well as the rest of the service.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've only gotten one or two of the world's mildest hate comments. I guess my ships are sufficiently niche that no one cares about them.

9. Do you write smut? Yeah! Do I write anything other than smut? No.

10. Craziest crossover: I've only written one crossover, A Suitable Course of Treatment, Bucky Barnes/Laszlo Kreizler from The Alienist, which isn't crazy at all because as we all know, Laszlo has Zemo's face. (If it counts, I once started a Dir en grey x Sailormoon fic where the band members magically turned into Sailor Scouts, but I did not ever get far on it.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, the aforementioned Adopt, Don’t Shop was co-written with @violenciorp and @tales-from-a-maphia-don, because Vio lovingly bullied us into it, despite me and Mel ostensibly not being into Omegaverse.

14. All time favorite ship? I've jumped ship a lot over the years, but it's gotta be Winterbaron, since this is the ship that finally got me writing and posting and getting really involved in a fandom.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The first serious attempt I made at writing in this fandom was this teen Zemo necrophilia thing, and I wrote the necro part but none of the plotty stuff leading up to it. I still dream of finishing it, in an abstract way where I have no motivation to ever work on it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at rhythm and flow and making my prose sound musical? That's something I focus a lot on and I tend to read aloud while editing to make sure it sounds good to my ear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably plot and dialogue, and figuring out how to include technical details of things I know nothing about. But most of all procrastination, my arch-nemesis.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I personally avoid it, because I find it annoying to have to look up the translations in the middle of reading. I prefer to just say they're speaking in whatever language but write the dialogue in English.

19. First fandom you wrote in? J-rock RPF in the early 2000s, but I mostly just did a bit of RP and never got far with any fics I started.

20. Favorite fic you've written? Sometimes it feels like every new thing I post is my new favourite, haha. But I thiiiink my fave has been Something Sweet to Eat since I wrote it (the Halloween fic mentioned earlier), because it's probably the most self-indulgent thing I've written to date. I am truly the main audience for that fic and I'm very happy with it.

No pressure tagging: @violenciorp, @tales-from-a-maphia-don, @thepiper0fhameln, @ex0rin, @unlikelymilliner, @evenmyhivemindisempty, and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

[ex0rin]

WIP Game

tagged by @winterbonesthings and haaaaaaa okay 😰

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I am absolutely not tagging as many people as I have WIPs... and I'm only including HTP and TFATWS because that's what I'm most interested in writing rn (otherwise I have about NINE additional folders?)

Tagging: @sparklingbinjuice @unlikelymilliner @the-ravening @sequencefairy @crushcandles and whoever else!

Under a cut for... length:

HTP:

Won't Leave pt2 Brock 'n Roll Five Senses Something (something) Untitled Winterbones gun preCATWS Winterbones + Cole Place in the Dark Gunsmut tagteam Croquembouche pt2 Dogshow Drunk Winterbones Dusty boots Handfeeding Hi. This is smut. Kink Ask Meme Kink Meme 2023 Merry Whump of May Sex Worker Bucky Reverse Winterbones Rumlow - body worship Rumlow being reared for the soldier ShieldBones Sparring winterbones STRIKE TEAM The Hand That Feeds Untitled2 Virgin soldier WalkerBones Whumpcember 2022 Winterbones - more boots Winterbones + Cole rd2 Winterbones alpha-beta-omega Winterbones electrocution Winterbones blowjob lessons WinterWalker shield fight Young!WalkerBones Young!Rumlow/Soldier

TFATWS

420 fic Bootkink pt2 Winterbaron snippets Have You Any pt4 Heinrich, WinterBaron HTP: WinterWalker Nagel/Zemo Olivia/Lemar/Walker Sad Walkerbation SamBucky??? Selby Scene - Sam POV Sugarbaby Torres TorresBarnes Untitled3 Walker/FlagSmasher Walkerbation WalkerPuppy Winterbaron MDMA WinterBaron riding crop WinterBaron sparring WinterBaron vibeplug WinterBaronVenom WinterBaronVenom2 WinterBaronWalker: it's Bucky's turn winterwalker fight Zemo Gets Wrecked Zemo Masturbation Zemo/Raft Guards pt2

[buckyismybicycle]

For FULL Masterlist, click here. Sam/Bucky under the cut: 

“ride” (*explicit, 1k words [AO3 Link]): “Don’t stop,” Bucky demands, his eyes half-lidded, pulling Sam closer and riled up just the way Sam wanted. “Now ride.”

“never asked anyone to save me, but if it’s you, i’ll take it” (*explicit, 5k words [AO3 Link]): Bucky is an Alpha on the brink of going feral, denying himself his body’s needs. Steve is someone who only just got his best friend back and can’t bear to lose him to this, but can’t help him being an Alpha himself. Sam is an Omega that could save him, but can he?

“Mercy, Mercy” (*explicit, 25k words [AO3 LINK]): Three-part series of their developing relationship with lots of angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and smut.

“Mission Report” (Teen/Mature, 40k words, spy AU):  A story of adventure, badassery, and building trust.

“two sides of the same coin” (*explicit, 12k words [AO3 LINK]): Zemo’s proposal to Selby takes a turn for the unexpected, and Sam has to watch Bucky “stay in character” and by that, he means he has to watch Bucky basically fuck or die.

“the 107th (Fresh Plum Cake)” (teen, 5k words [AO3 Link]):  He is simply James Buchanan Barnes, the man that Sam’s slowly fallen in love with, and maybe in that process, became blinded to the fact that Bucky had fallen in love with him too.

“bargaining chip” (mature, 3/3 chapters [AO3 Link]):  Someone wants the Winter Soldier back, in ways that neither of them could expect.

“butterfly, butterfly” SERIES (*explicit, 12.5k words [AO3 Link]):  Bucky Barnes x Joaquin Torres x Sam Wilson; Joaquin can do it - he can prove himself on this mission! Except, his horniness distracts him and now Bucky and Sam have to save him. Except, he didn’t need saving. He needed to be dicked down.

“White Wolf Series” (teen to *explicit, 25k words [AO3 LINK]): Four-part series of Bucky, who can actually turn into a wolf. Mostly fluff, some slight angst/comfort and a sprinkle of smut.

“I’ve been looking / meet you under the mistletoe” (Teen, 7k words [AO3 LINK]): Part 1: Roommate AU - It’s an ongoing thing in their group that Bucky and Sam are polar opposite ends and everyone got sandwiched between them. But maybe, their friends have got it wrong. Part 2: Their first Christmas together!

“yeah I’m free, free fallin’ now” (teen, 2k words, requested [AO3 LINK]): Bucky jumps (falls) off a building and Sam goes to catch him (and yell at him). Bucky reminds Sam he jumped from a plane - cue Sam realizing he might’ve showed his Bucky his hand, but Bucky takes it surprisingly (not to us, just to Sam) well.

“running through the shadows” (mature, 3k words [AO3 LINK]): inspired by Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain”

“from the Titanic to the Ever Given” (teen, 1.5k words, crack only [AO3 LINK]): their friends are so done with their shit.

“5 times Sam learns of Bucky’s coping outlets + 1 time he joins” (*explicit, 5k words, threesome [AO3 LINK]): Bucky tries various things to help with his recovery, Sam discovers each one.

“this Christmas, I’ll give you my heart” (teen, 6.5 words, Christmas fluff [AO3 Link]):  Bucky and Sam draw each other’s names for Secret Santa.

“just temporary bliss” (teen, 700 words [AO3 Link]): Being forced to share a bed on a mission opens Pandora’s Box for Bucky.

“can’t do this without you” (Teen, 550 words [AO3 Link]): “I’m so sorry,” Sam chokes out.  “Yeah, me too,” Bucky murmurs softly.

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Till The World Ends

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/N3Y4pJR

by QuinLova

When Steve first arrives at his foster home, his foster father is dead, having been butchered by a killer. A year later, the media circus has died down, Steve lives emancipated, and him and Bucky may become something more.

Then the killer comes back, much more bloodthirsty than last time. Who can Steve trust?

Can Steve trust?

Words: 978, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Brock Rumlow, John Walker (Marvel), Phil Coulson

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Alpha Bucky Barnes, Omega Steve Rogers, Beta Wanda Maximoff, Beta Pietro Maximoff, Alpha Helmut Zemo, Alpha Brock Rumlow, Alpha John Walker (Marvel), Beta Sharon Carter (Marvel), Alternate Universe - Small Town, Alternate Universe - Scream Fusion, Murder Mystery, Churches & Cathedrals, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, 2011, Eventual Smut, Orphan Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - High School, Single Parent Phil Coulson

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/N3Y4pJR

[mypoisonedvine]

Saturday night sleepover request: anything with alpha Zemo please. There seems to be a lack

went for a soft!dark kinda vibe with this? dubcon because of heat and 'alpha voice' as well as some breeding kink and exhibitionism

You'd actually been working at the raft for a while, but it was your first time doing rounds through the cells. It was something you knew would happen eventually, but more than ever you had a bad feeling. You knew something would go wrong, you just didn't know what. You did, however, have a suspicion that it would have something to do with the man in cell 3: the one who seemed to know when you looking at the monitor for his camera and looked right into the corner to meet your gaze.

Obviously, he couldn't know when you were looking at him, he couldn't even know what night you were working at the control center... and yet...

You were well armoured as you walked through the circular room, passing the empty cells without a second glance and doing your best to check up on everyone else without making eye contact or dawdling for too long. Unlike your last job in a prison, these guys didn't seem interesting in harassing you or undressing you with their eyes; they all hated you just the same as any other guard, the coldest form of equality you'd ever experienced but still one you appreciated.

Your chest caught when you realized you were about to pass cell 3, though. You could just barely see that he was sitting on his bed, but thankfully you were able to look straight ahead before he could see you walking by and catch you looking at him.

You felt his gaze, heavy and dark, weighing on you, beckoning you to look back-- but you knew you couldn't, and you fought to stay as stoic as ever. Just as you were about halfway past him, wishing you could pick up the pace to dash away but knowing it would give away your fear, a loud noise made you jump.

You nearly yelped when the inmate all but threw himself against the reinforced glass causing the sudden bang, snarling at you as you turned back to him instinctively. Well, that was one way to get your attention.

"One last torture," he growled. "To keep me trapped in here with an omega just outside. Your cruelty knows no bounds."

You just gaped in return because how did he know?

"Did you think I wouldn't smell you?" he asked when he noticed your shock, brown eyes nearly glittering as he examined you. "You must have only dealt with lesser Alphas, poor thing. You deserve so much better."

You just turned back and kept walking, trying to ignore his tirade.

"You deserve an Alpha who can claim you, own you-- get you pregnant."

You swallowed, faltering in your gait briefly, and you knew he noticed by the way he laughed softly.

"That's what you need, isn't it? How long has it been since someone touched you?" he taunted. "If you were on this side of the glass, I'd give you everything you need."

You turned back to face him, putting on a brave face as you took your baton out from your belt. "If you were on this side of the glass, I'd beat you out of your mind with this baton."

It made a few inmates in earshot chuckle or scoff, but Zemo wasn't fazed, he just smiled back at you with more hunger than ever. You faced forward one last time and kept walking, putting your baton away and getting on with your shift.

He stayed silent the next few times you had to do rounds and passed his cell, though his gaze was harder to ignore than ever.

And he kept doing that thing where he looked at the camera in his cell whenever you were at the command desk, a silent challenge in his expression. Even though most people would've probably seen your comeback last time as an assertion of dominance over him, deep down you knew it was all a façade and that he still absolutely lorded over you-- and he knew it, which was the most dangerous thing of all.

You were alone for rounds in the middle of the night just a month later, and every inmate was asleep except for Zemo. He just had to give you trouble.

"Lights out was three hours ago," you reminded with a harsh whisper, not wanting to wake the others if you could avoid it.

"My lights are out," he reminded you.

"Yes, but you're standing up, right against the glass, looking as creepy as possible," you noticed.

"I'm not trying to look creepy, this is just how I look."

"Well, let's see how you look laying down," you instructed.

"Is that a come on?" he smirked, barely visible in the oppressive shadows.

"It's a demand. Get in bed."

He didn't move, and you groaned in frustration as you grabbed your flashlight from your belt and shined it into the cell. You gasped, though, when you saw his expression in clear view-- even with the light right in his face his eyes were dark, his teeth sharp and white and sparkling, his nostrils flaring as he caught your scent with every inhale.

It made a pang hit your gut, and you wished you could pretend you didn't know what it was. It was a few days early, and somehow stronger and more sudden than usual. "Fuck," you cursed, stumbling back to get the hell out of here as fast as you could.

"Omega," his voice boomed, deep and rough. It was so fucking loud but nobody else seemed to hear it or they would've woken up; it was like it was in your head, resonating in your mind and through your body. You shivered, noticing that you had stopped walking all of a sudden. "Turn and face your Alpha."

You spun on your heel, watching him grin widely as he curled his finger-- even silent commands seemed to control you easily, and you stepped up to the glass again as you felt heat overcome your body and mind alike.

"You're going to open this door, and I'll be on that side of that glass," he explained. "We'll see who gets the baton then, hm?"

You frowned but reached for your badge, scanning it and opening his cell door.

He waited there in the open doorway for a moment, just staring at you as you both realized that the other somehow looked different without clear glass in the way.

You suddenly realised he wasn't going to make good on his promise, he was just going to escape and leave you here. You should've seen it coming.

But finally, after a long silent moment, he surprised you by stepping down and grabbing you, pulling you into him so he could lick and suck roughly at your neck.

"F-fuck," you whimpered, knees almost buckling just from that.

"Omega," he purred. "I know what you need. You need my knot, yes?"

"Please, Alpha," you moaned.

It was loud enough that even your foggy, heat-clouded mind noticed nearby inmates stirring and waking up, noticing the commotion just outside their cells. "Hands and knees, Omega," Zemo demanded with a growl. "Strip and present yourself for me."

You couldn't get naked fast enough, your hands were shaking-- you wanted him to help you, but he seemed much more content watching you with dark eyes and a taunting smirk. Of course he had to rub it in at every turn.

You dropped to the floor, the corrugated steel not exactly comfortable under your knees, and you pressed your face to the cold floor as you arched your back and tried not to imagine him standing behind you, staring silently at your dripping cunt.

The other inmates were certainly aware now, and the other Alphas that could smell you were growling and snarling behind the glass as Zemo knelt between your spread legs.

You whined when you felt his cock press against you, rubbing over your folds much too slowly. "Alpha, fuck me. Please..."

A few voices in the distance cheered him on, but he stayed true to his task of teasing you relentlessly. "Is it the heat that makes you this desperate for me? I think it's more than that," Zemo posited. "I bet this is all you ever really wanted. You know a strong Alpha when you see one, you wanted me to breed this precious body of yours."

"Please," you croaked again, not able to say much else.

He slammed into you all at once, watching you bite down on your lip to keep from screaming-- but you still were plenty loud regardless, and your whole body quivered beneath him as he held your hips.

When he moved, it was so overwhelming that you had to reach back and grab his thigh; not that it slowed him down at all, though he did take the opportunity to grab your hand and hold it behind your back, the other joining it soon after.

"Open your eyes, Omega," he demanded, and when you did, you saw every inmate watching intently from their cells, some unabashedly touching themselves at the sight, others seeming more entertained than turned on.

Their taunts and jeers were distant and fuzzy compared to Zemo's voice, but you still caught a few comments.

Fuck her harder!

Oh shit, he actually got out.

Look how bad she wants it.

When's my turn?

"Tell them who you belong to," he instructed you.

"Alpha," you moaned, your first orgasm refusing to be suppressed despite your efforts. "Alpha, I'm yours, please knot me..."

"Louder."

"Knot me, Alpha, please!" you sobbed, coming hard on his cock right as you spoke the words even though the last sane piece of your mind hated them so much.

More laughter and cheers came from the other cells, a couple even chanting to 'give her the knot!'

Your head fell defeatedly between your shoulders as he fucked you harder and faster, his own moans quiet and more like hisses through his teeth. It sort of made sense, from what you knew about his past, that he wouldn't have incredible stamina-- but you weren't exactly in a place to judge since your own was so weak and you didn't have the excuse of being celibate for years.

"I'll give you more than my knot, Omega," he promised darkly. "I'll give you my mark and you'll be mine forever."

"N...no," you barely managed to get out, even in your heat still terrified to be bound to this man forever.

He yanked you up until your back was against his chest, his deep groans hot and heavy right against your ear as he rutted into you and held you close. He kissed and sucked your neck again, his teeth just barely grazing your sensitive skin.

"Don't bite me, please," you whimpered, even though your body cried out for his mark.

"I'm sorry, but I promised to give you what you need," he whispered roughly. "You need me to protect you... and I need to make you mine forever."

Four things happened at once, then:

One, his knot began to swell inside you, keeping him deep inside you as his come started to fill your pliant body.

Two, his teeth sunk into your neck, making you cry out loud enough to echo around the dark solitude of the prison.

Three, you came again.

And four, the inmates started to clap and whoop, moreso in spite of you than in support of Zemo, though it could've been a bit of both.

When he let go of you, you weakly collapsed to the floor, body spent and sore, still connected to him by his knot which was still going strong.

You whimpered as he carefully adjusted to lay on top of you, being uncharacteristically gentle as he kissed your tears away and licked soothingly at your fresh mark.

When his knot finally went down, he carefully helped you redress, and you both knew that the heat wouldn't stay satiated for long-- you'd been begging again soon, needing to be bred constantly for the next few days at least, and now that he'd marked you nothing but his knot would suffice.

He had to carry you when he got up, you were still so weak, and you noticed him pocket your badge before he did anything else.

"Hey, let us out, too!" one of the inmates demanded as Zemo began to carry you towards the nearest exit, and the others started to protest as they realised he wasn't going to help them.

"Sorry, all," he addressed the room with a grin, "but my mate is in heat... and we have a helicopter to catch."

[missjaystone]

Inescapable

Summary: Even in the middle of the ocean, your alpha manages to find you, even if it was an accident. Pairing(s): Alpha!Helmut Zemo x Reader Word Count: 3,640 Warning(s): NONCON! DUBCON! A/B/O Dynamics! Forced Claiming! Manipulation! Implied Stalking! Miscarriage mentioned! Death mentioned!

Everything around you froze when you looked up and met a certain pair of brown eyes, a certain sparkle when they looked into yours. The contact was brief before he was led around the corner by the Dora Milaje but it felt like it would never end. You worked on the Raft as a therapist to put as much distance between the two of you as possible but now that he was here, where could you go? The way he smiled at you as he walked by, it wasn't comforting like the first time you'd seen it, it made your heart stop in fear. It made his claiming mark on your neck throb in pain, a reminder of how much power he'd had over you before and how much he'd always have. It reminded you that he was your alpha, whether you wanted him to be or not. The man that passed by you wasn't the man you'd met, he was much worse.

The battle was over, your husband was dead, the child you were growing followed suit not long after you got the news, like he couldn't bear to even be born in a world without his father; you couldn't even blame him, you'd contemplated ending your own life to join your husband in whatever afterlife awaited. You'd just gone back to work after your allotted week of bereavement leave and another week of personal time. You weren't sure if you were ready to go back to work or not, but at the very least it would distract you. The first thing you noticed when stepping into your office were the pictures of you, your husband, and his family. You turned the picture frames face down before you could stare for too long, everyone in the pictures was dead; your husband, your mother and father in law, your two brothers-in-law, everyone.

Your first patient came exactly at 9:30 for their appointment. He was a brown-eyed brunette man of average height, dressed surprisingly nice for a therapy appointment. You greeted him with a soft smile and a handshake. "Welcome, Mr..." you trailed off so he could introduce himself. "Zemo," he answered, his thumb running over your knuckles gently before he let go of your hand and took a seat "Baron Helmut Zemo." "Would you like me to address you as Baron Zemo or Mr. Zemo? Or just simply Helmut if that would make you comfortable?" You asked him. "You can just call me Helmut, Doctor, but thank you for asking," he returned the same sad smile you'd given him when he came in. "Well, Helmut, I'm glad you came in. It's never easy dealing with loss and having someone to talk to is far better than bottling it up. I'm proud of you." He gave a single nod after looking around the office, motioning to the overturned picture on your desk "I thought my friend might be nuts to have referred me here but maybe you understand my pain better than anyone can." You smiled sadly at him "you'd be surprised at how many people understand." You saw his attention drift towards the sweets jar on your desk, holding it out to him "Turkish delight?" He smiled a bit more, this time a little more genuine as he took a piece out "don't mind if I do, Doctor."

After your first appointment, he came back twice a week. He told you about his wife and son, how much it hurt when he finally found their bodies amidst all the rubble. You asked him about his favorite memories with them, trying to make him remember the good times. You asked him about them; his wife's favorite flower or his son's favorite toy, encouraged him to open up about them. Soon he had you talking about your husband and the people you lost. It was amazing how effortlessly he tore down both your professional and emotional walls. He had you falling for him before you even knew you were.

For two months you tried every which way to talk him down off of his growing rage and hatred for the Avengers. You used everything you'd learned in school to make him understand breaking them apart wouldn't bring back his family or make anything better. At the beginning of the third month, he seemed to drop it, and you foolishly thought that was the end of it, that he'd seen reason. He'd slowly been getting bolder during your appointments, asking questions, each more personal than the last but only by a little. One evening, after seeing him for almost four months, he showed up about half an hour after your last appointment of the day, it was about a quarter of six. He was dressed just as nice as he always was, maybe even nicer "I hate to disturb you so late, doctor but may I take you out to dinner this evening? I'd very much like to thank you for these past months; I knew it's your job but I can't imagine what kind of troubled headspace I'd be in if I didn't have you to talk to." He'd asked so politely, how could you refuse? While you gathered your things, you missed the hungry look in his eyes. You missed the way they dragged over your body, the same way a lion looks at his prey. You'd be his omega soon. Whether you wanted it or not. You were his innocent, gentle little lamb and you needed to be protected from other wolves.

Thirty minutes later, the two of you were at his favorite fine dining restaurant in all of Novi Grad. It was fun, the most fun you'd had in months since the battle of Sokovia and the heartbreak that followed. After that first dinner together, it became a more frequent occurrence, usually once a week after his appointment. You were smart, you knew how stupid it was to be dining with the patient so frequently. This professional relationship was becoming close and intimate. He had you on the hook before you could even realize it and pull away. As you began dining with him more, your guard fell. Helmut was no longer your patient, he was your friend, he understood your pains. You began dining together more frequently and then he introduced alcohol into the equation.

When you looked back at everything, you cursed yourself for being so stupid. How could you not see his plan? He was making you comfortable so it'd be easier for him to go in for the kill. Everything you shared with him would get used against you later. Helmut could play your mind like a flute and you let him, you gave him the tools he needed to find your weak spots and exploit them for his own benefit. If he'd crashed into your life and caused as much trouble as he had, you could hate him, but you let him in, welcomed him even and he made himself as comfortable as possible before finally taking what he came for.

Your first night together was gentle and slow, getting to know each other's bodies on such an intimate level. You turned your back to him afterward, eyes watering as the feeling of betrayal settled in the pit of your stomach like a stone. "What's the matter, malo jagnje? Did I hurt you?" He'd asked softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he looked you over worriedly. You shook your head, quickly wiping your tears before they hit the satin pillow sheets beneath you. "No, it's not you, Helmut," you whispered. "Then what?"  He asked, a worried frown on his face. "I just worry, it feels too soon, like I've already started moving on," you answered with a sniffle. "Nobody mourns the same, jagnje, it's different for everyone. You told me that," he assured you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling your back to his chest.

He repeated everything you'd told him whenever you got emotional. 'Sometimes the best way to honor someone's memory is to find new ways to be happy' 'you can't beat yourself up for being happy without them, this is what they would have wanted' 'nobody can ever replace them but you can't wallow in self-pity forever'. Every piece of advice you gave him was used back against you. The two of you had been seeing each other for two months before you stopped answering his calls and messages. He'd shown up at your apartment when you hadn't returned his messages, worried something had happened to you, that his little side activities trying to destroy the Avengers might have led to you being hurt or captured or worse.

He was relieved to find you alive and well. "You haven't been speaking to me, are you unwell?" He asked after you hesitantly let him inside. "I don't think I can keep doing this, Helmut, I'm sorry," you said in a shaky, quiet voice. His face fell in disappointment "what's the matter? Have I done something? Malo jagnje, please, you can tell me anything you know that," he pleaded, taking your hand only to have it slowly pulled from his grasp.

"It's not you, Helmut," you said as clearly as you could muster, wiping the tears that were already beginning to roll down your cheeks. "Then what is it, moj voljeni? What's happened?" He pleaded for an answer. "It was too soon, I can feel myself forgetting him and I don't want to. I don't want to forget all the time me and Christoph spent imagining and building our future together. I don't want to forget about the baby we almost had, that died inside of me almost as soon as he heard the news of his father's death. I don't want to forget everything he and I had but when I'm with you, I feel the memories slipping away and I'm not ready and I'm so sorry for that Helmut," you told him, sniffling throughout. He stared at you for a long moment after you finished speaking, not saying anything. When he finally did react, he approached you and pressed a kiss to your forehead "I understand, little lamb, and I'll wait for you." With that, he gave you a tight hug, rubbing your back comfortingly as you sobbed into his chest for a bit before he left. You went to sleep that night thinking about how lucky you were to have a confidant like Helmut in your life.

You remembered thinking that was the end of things. He took it well and things would continue as they were before you became sexually involved. No wonder he called you his little lamb, you were too innocent and naive to see the anger in his eyes when you told him you'd stop sleeping together. If you knew then what you knew now, you would have run from the hills, hidden at the north pole. You would have gone to the police and gotten a restraining order or hired a security detail. But you didn't do any of that. You were a lamb being led to the slaughter by no one other than yourself.

Helmut stormed into your office on a night he knew you stayed late to put the week's worth of notes away in their correct files. As fast as he'd appeared, he'd closed and locked the door behind him, watching your stunned form for a reaction. "Helmut?" You barely managed to get his name out before he'd crossed the room, pulling you to him and into a rough kiss. No matter how much you shoved his chest, he only pulled away when he was ready to. He effortlessly picked you up and set you on your desk, already positioning himself between your legs "I've waited for you to realize your mistake, jagnje, but I'll wait no more. I know you love me, омега, you're troubled mind is still reeling from the loss too much to accept it." "Helmut, I don't want this anymore, stop it," you shoved him away but it did little to dissuade him. It only angered him.

He grabbed your jaw tightly and made you look into his eyes; the pools of brown swirls had been replaced by black, lust-blown pupils of a... an alpha going through his rut. It sent waves of panic through your mind but waves of something else to your core. You whimpered when you felt your heartbeat speed up, reacting to the alpha's close, intimidating presence. "Helmut this isn't what you want, this isn't you," you tried to reason despite the rising panic telling you to run. He chuckled darkly "oh, little lamb, this is what I've longed for since before I stepped foot in your office. I caught a whiff of your sweet, scent when you visited the memorial all those months ago and I knew you'd be mine. You might not want to admit it, but your body knows you need an alpha like me to treat you right, keep you safe," he hummed as he ground the growing bulge in his pants against your clothed core. "Helmut-" you started, but his squeezing your jaw harder made you stop immediately. "You'll address me as alpha from now on, little lamb. I'd rather not hurt you but tonight I will make you mine by any means necessary, understood?" He asked, loosening his hold so you could nod, which you did hesitantly.

Pleased, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and pulled them and your underwear down, a smirk appearing on his features. He pulled your pants completely off and discarded them carelessly, holding your underwear up so you could see just how much you didn't want this; the flimsy black fabric already had a small amount of slick arousal on it. You watched in embarrassed shock and he brought the fabric close and sniffed it, a pleased hum leaving his lips as he tucked them into the pocket of his pants. "I think you do want this little omega, you want to please your alpha don't you?" He asked softly as his hand slowly drifted higher up on your thigh. "You aren't my alpha, Helmut," you said bitterly, ignoring the tears that stung your eyes as you glared daggers at the man you'd considered your friend and confidant. He snarled and dropped his hand to your neck, squeezing until the air barely flowed "but I will me, little lamb. And you'll be my perfect little omega, my perfect girl who'll give me the family we both crave and deserve."

His hand on your thigh finally came in contact with your core which was already soaked and ready for him. He hastily pushed in two of his fingers, curling them as he pulled you into a dominating kiss, nipping your bottom lip enough to bruise. Your denials were muffled by his lips and soon faded into pitiful, needy whines from his unwanted touches. He smiled darkly against your lips when he felt your body arch into him "see, омега? Your body knows what it wants, it's that big beautiful brain of yours that's keeping you down." You shook your head, trying to save any dignity you had left, which was none "I don't want this, Helmut, and I don't want you!" The words felt like acid coming up but his chuckle hurt worse. He was three fingers deep in your cunt, pulling whines and quiet, muffled moans from your lips, he knew you didn't mean that.

When he abruptly pulled his fingers out, you regrettably let out a disappointed whine, another, needier whine following as you watched him suck his fingers clean without break eye contact. It took .2 seconds for him to undo his belt and push his pants and briefs down, stroking his throbbing cock while he looked into your eyes. His hand still holding your wrist remaining just as tight. "I'll always take good care of you, my needy little lamb, you'll never want for anything ever," he promised, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead that didn't match the roughness he used to immediately bury himself to the hilt. He started off with a brutal pace, not giving you any time at all to adjust as he had before. His thrusts were purely animalistic, he was just an alpha trying to knot the omega in front of him amid his own release. He let you bury your face in his chest as an escape for now, whispering the filthiest things you'd ever heard in your life.

"See, little lamb? See how much you need your alpha to make you feel good, make you feel better than good?" He asked when you finally gave up on trying to mentally escape the moment. "N-not my alpha," you stuttered out in between the rough hammering of his hips. He snarled and bared his teeth, eyes darkening even more than you thought possible. "We'll see," he mumbled angrily. He tilted your head and moved your hair out of the way quickly, leaving no time for you to react before he sunk his teeth into your mating gland, his hips faltering a few times before his movements went from thrusts to more a series of rapid ruts as his knot began to inflate. Your pained scream was music to his ears, it was the sound of you becoming his omega, making it so no other alpha alive would dare to so much as breath on you.

When he detached from your shoulder, he again pulled you into a kiss, making sure you could taste the metallic taste of your blood on his lips while the feeling of euphoria from the bite coursed through your veins, reaching every last nerve ending. He let out a pleased groan when he felt your cunt strain around his knot as you came, sending him headfirst into his own climax almost immediately. His face happily buried in your chest as he rode out his orgasm, ropes of his cum painting your walls, reaching your innermost areas while you held onto him for dear life.

Your stifled sobs made him look up, a small frown on his face. "Oh, little lamb, don't cry," he said softly as he wiped your cheeks "I just want to keep you safe from all the wolves in the world, it won't always be this way." He ignored how hard your palm connected to his cheek "you bastard!" He gently picked you up and sat down in your chair, letting you curl up in his lap without dislodging his knot, smirking slightly when he heard your whimper at the shift in position. He soothingly rubbed your back as he held you close, comforting you "it's okay, омега, I'd hoped you'd accept us on your own terms but my rut came early and nobody else will do." You hated this; being reduced to your dynamic, to some cock sleeve for him to use as he saw fit. He'd bound you to him for the rest of your lives and there was nothing you could do about it now, so you curled into his chest and sobbed until you had no more tears.

You recalled the way he stayed with you for the rest of the night, comforting and tending to you. He'd return often, usually every other day to take you out somewhere for a date or just show up at your apartment to do it all over again. You couldn't put up much of a fight, once he was close enough, your omega side came out and you were putty in his hands. And he knew that, and he treasured it. He showered you in gifts; clothes, jewelry, wines, books, everything he could think of. When his visits became few and further in between, you hated the nerves you felt. You hated the way you wondered when he'd come back home to you. You were messed up, and it felt like it was all your doing. You broke your professional rules. You let him into your life. You told him everything he needed to know to get to you. You let him claim you. You were Baron Helmut Zemo's little lamb, and he'd never let you forget it, leaving bruises on your thighs and hickeys on your neck to show any and everyone you were a protected little omega, and woe to anyone who caught your alpha's wrath.

You then had to watch in horror as his actions became known on the news; he'd never given up his plot to destroy the Avengers. He'd succeeded more than he could have ever dreamed of and now, he was in jail. He'd be in jail for the rest of his life. It felt like losing your husband all over again, the pain deep in your heart hurt twice as much now. You practically had to go through detox to get used to life without your Helmut around you. You were still protected by his mark but you'd never get to listen to him shower you with praises while he cleaned you up after sex. You had to get used to a life without being on his arm and you hated yourself for craving his attention and companionship that you'd still claim to hate.

He smiled so happy when they stopped while waiting for the door to open. He spoke in Sokovian so nobody around understood him "izgledaš prelepo kao onog dana kad sam te pogledao, jagnje malo." "What'd he just say?" Your superior asked, looking between the two of you. You felt that familiar stone in the pit of your stomach, he'd have you doing his bidding in no time. You were already wrapped around his finger. You shook your head and looked at your boss "he's mistaken me for someone else." "Jedva čekam da stignem, jagnje," Helmut said with a smirk before he was pulled away by a member of the Dora Milaje, leaving you with a wink.

-malo jagnje - мало јагње - little lamb -jagnje - јагње - lamb -moj voljeni? - мој вољени - my beloved -омега - omega -izgledaš prelepo kao onog dana kad sam te pogledao, jagnje malo - изгледаш прелепо као оног дана кад сам те погледао, јагње мало - you look as beautiful as the day I laid eyes on you, little lamb -Jedva čekam da stignem, jagnje - Једва чекам да стигнем, јагње - I can't wait to catch up, lamb

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Bayou Bride pt 1 (A/B/O) SMUT!

Bayou Bride part 1 (SMUT) (A/B/O)

Pairing: (Alpha!SamWilson x Omega!Y/N) (Alpha!BuckyBarnes x Omega!Y/N), (WinterFalconx Omega! Y/n)

Warnings: SMUT, interracial smut, double penetration. PinV, Oral- female receiving, overstimulation, praise kink, heat, rut, couch sex, Bucky has a breeding kink.

Author's note: sorry that this isnt the whole part. I thought if you're thirsty, drink!

part 1: Soul Food:

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You were huddled on the couch in Zemo's place after the shenanigans that was the Madripoor visit. You didn't think it would hit you tonight, you thought you still had time. But here you were, holed up on the couch, clutching Bucky's red Henley and one of Sam's Underarmor shirts he wears when he goes running.

it was the middle of the night and you didn't feel like waking up your two Alpha co-workers. You'd always felt that giddy little spark when you were around Bucky and Sam. Your heat was hitting hard this time, probably because you still hadn't been mated and deep down you knew who your Alphas were. Your body was absolutely begging for them, and only them.  

your jaw clenched down from the pain and the need getting worse as you thought about them. You wanted to bite down on Bucky's Henley but you didn't want your fangs to make holes in the fabric. You writhed and twisted onto your side, face burying into the couch biting with desperation as slick dampened your sweatpants.

You were lucky Zemo was a loud snorer, for now they'd hide your moans and barely controlled whimpers. You'd practically drowned yourself in Scent blockers. As the current heat-cramp left you, you released your fangs from the fabric. Shit! I put holes in the Rich-Bitches' couch.

Alphas! Please! I need you, both of you! Knot me! You'd whined at the thought of having them inside you, their knots filling you up with that special kind of pressure. Feeling them locked inside you, finally becoming whole. You tossed and turned rummaging through your bag on the floor next to your poor excuse for a nest on some Baron's couch. You'd found your scent blocking spray and shook it to see how much you had left. Fuck me! It's damned near gone!  

Your eyes clenched together as a second wave came burning into you, as if someone was striking your womb with a smoldering cattle prod.  

You felt a calloused palm gently caress your hand. It startled you, you opened your eyes to see Sam in front of you, his eyes studying you and your state. He tugged the bottle of scent blocker gingerly from your grasp. He took your hand and dotted sweet kisses into the back of your palm purring into your skin, like he was satisfying a long abandoned need. You didn't really expect this kind of gentlemanly demeanor from him. It was a side you'd never seen before.  

"We didn't mean to startle you, 'Mega." Sam said flipping your arm to reveal your wrist pressing it to his soft lips sighing as he took in your sweet floral scent. We? You thought before lifting your gaze to see Bucky staring at your heated face, all red and flushed. He was savoring the way you looked, committing it to memory. You moaned lightly as Sam began to kiss, suck, and nibble on your scent gland gripping your hand looking small in his. You felt more slick seep from you, Sam and Bucky's eyes flitted to your center, as if they were watching your slick drip from you like sap on a maple tree.  

"Let us take care of you, Omega. Y/N so beautiful. Our Doll." Bucky's deep timber of a voice praising you as his hand smoothed the roundness of your cheek. You were perfectly entranced in their siren's song. Bucky's tongue dipped into your mouth as you moaned from Sam's continuous teasing. The soft touch of Sam and Bucky's deepening kisses was sending you into the stratosphere. Sam was growing impatient and let his hand snake down your leg and drag back up slowly to reach your inner thigh. Sam was still sucking on your scent gland diligently. Sam dotted kisses up and down your inner thigh, making you gasp and moan into Bucky's lips.  

Bucky broke his kiss to take another look at you. He smiled lightly down at you, his eyes momentarily flitting to meet  Sam's gaze. Another wave of heat-cramps began making you wince. The two Alpha's scents were mixing into your bloodstream and working to quell your heat.  Your hand reached up to meet Bucky's flesh hand, your fingers interlocking.  

Sam shifted to sit between your legs, wrapping them around his torso, his large hands smoothing your soft skin behind your upper thighs. He was being so gentle with you. Bucky was more of the rough one however, both of them were treating you with such passion. You panted and whimpered from their touches and scents and everything you thought they were but much more. A tightness formed in your center, a mix of pain and awaiting pleasure.  

"Alphas. Is this real?? Ugh! Please tell me I'm not d-dreaming. I need your-your knots. Sam. J-James." Your voice came out in slurs, love drunk from their scent and your heat overwhelming you. Sam's hands reached up and under you to gently grip the globes of your ass, his lips coming down to pepper very gentle kisses over your womb.

"It's so real, Peach. God, wanna knot you so good. Gonna make your pain go away." Sam's voice deepened, ending in a low purr. Bucky and Sam stopped momentarily, letting you clear your mind a bit. They were anxious and waiting for you. You panted and you knew they wanted you to give your consent in a sober manner. Or at least as sober as possible with your heat in full swing. Sam stroked the tops of your thighs admiring how beautiful you looked. Bucky kept holding your hand and rested his chin on the arm of the couch where your head was resting. Bucky nuzzled your head gently and purred more.  

"Sam, Bucky. I know you've thought of me in the same way. I'm ready for you. For both of you. I give you my permission, knot me, claim me, mark me, make me yours." you said grinding your hips up to have some kind of contact with Sam's body. Sam pulled up your sleep shirt, his wet lips kissing the space just below your belly button.

Bucky chuckled  as he kissed the side of your cheek, reaching down finding a spot on your neck to put his claim mark, he sucked, leaving hickies and licking at the spot seductively. Bucky's hands went underneath your shirt to cup your breasts still locked in the confines of your bra.

"Never heard sweeter words, Babe. Can't wait til these are swollen and you're round with our pups." Bucky said with a certain gruff that made your insides twitch. Bucky's hands tightened on your breasts, kneading them and you felt the pricking of sharp fangs on your upper shoulder close to your neck. You moaned out into the room. You felt Sam's hardened length  desperately creating friction on your slicked up center. Clothing was absolutely stifling.  

Sam extended one of his claws, sharp and dangerous, even more lethal behind his lustful eyes. He took your shirt and with a satisfying rip, he cut the fabric revealing your stomach with a naughty smirk. He growled as he dipped his head back down to your center, giving it a kiss and making sparks fly within you.

You were simply mesmerized by the way they were fine tuning you like a priceless antique instrument. Sam’s fingers hooked into the elastic band of your pajama shorts and he growled at your strong scent invading his senses. Agonizingly slow he pulled down the clothing dotting your fiery skin with kisses.Bucky caught your attention by brushing a lock of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, the metal of his left arm sending chills down your spine.

With his other hand he brought forth one of his claws, seeing just how sharp it was, was outstanding. The Super Soldier serum had affected that? Did it change his knot size too? You wondered and kind of hoped it was big and thick and powerful accompanied by a mammoth cock.

Bucky’s extended claw made fast work of your pajama top, severing the straps of your bra too.  Your heart skipped a beat when you felt a firm pressure lapping at your core, the only thing preventing Sam from tasting you was your lacy underwear. The both of them were making your insides twitch. You were sure Sam could feel your sweet pussy calling for him. Sam growled and dragged his tongue across the thin fabric, finding your erect bud and taking great pleasure in nibbling on it. 

You moaned out, the sound filling the room. You covered your mouth quickly, the thought of Zemo waking to the sounds of your love making was not pleasant. Bucky moved your hand as soon as your moan was exhaled. He wanted to get another taste of your velvety lips, so pink and sweet, especially when they were calling his name. 

Sam hooked his fingers around the elastic of your underwear and tugged them down, a string of slick following them. Sam could barely control himself as it was. He was struggling to keep from pounding into you, now that your scent was practically wafting through the room. 

You were unsure just who had who wrapped around who’s finger. Maybe it was all three of you, together, entranced in the other. Sam went down on you again, his mouth teasing up your sensitive thigh and to your raw core. You could feel his hot breath on yourself. You gasped in anticipation and squirmed, finding Bucky’s hand again. You lead his hand to knead your breast again, underneath the bra, making quick work to lose the garment. Sam dove into his dinner with pride. His nose tickling your clit in the sweetest way. 

Bucky was starting to lose his control. Hungrily he raked his tongue across your breast, sucking in your nipple and playing with it, while his flesh hand kneaded the other. You could feel Sam chuckle into your core at Bucky’s need. Sam was happy that he was beginning to let himself go, let himself live. When was the last time he’d enjoyed a woman that in turn enjoyed him? Or had an intimacy to begin with? 90 years? That’s far too long. 

Bucky’s fangs pricked at your perked nipple while Sam drank you in, Sam's eyes getting more and more love drunk on your sweet slick by each passing second. Sam grew more, hungry, more like a man starved. A once deprived man that now had the best feast imaginable served on a silver platter. He didn’t let one drop of your nectar escape. You moaned again out into the aether unable to control yourself. This time you didn’t care if the neighbors heard you.

Bucky growled low and possessive. He unlatched himself from your breast, something else taking up his attention. He disappeared for a quick moment. Your eyes curious to see where he’d gone. You reached out for his hand again, needing the warmth and that kind of gentle physical intimacy. 

“I’m right here, Babe. Do, you, uh… want a taste?” He asked with a peculiar shyness. Here he was in pure sculpted adonal form. All you could do was stare, for a moment. You wondered if such a beautiful girth could fit. You gulped  and nodded. Finding your insides twitching again from his proposal. 

“C’mere Bucky. I want to taste you. You don’t have to be shy around me.” you said giving him that little shove he needed. Bucky mounted the couch, being sure to avoid putting any weight on you. Sam took hold of your thighs and anchored you to the couch, making sure you didn’t squirm out of his reach. He was enjoying himself too much at your slicked core. He loved the way your juices were dripping down his throat. 

Bucky lined himself up at your mouth. You licked your lips and found yourself getting hungry for it, needing to please him in that vulnerable way. You looked up at him, doe-eyed and curious. You licked gingerly. His precum coating your mouth, tasting of him and his scent. It was a whole ‘nother kind of intimacy. And you loved it. You gladly took him in your mouth. Bucky braced himself against the arm of the chair, letting out a small gasp. 

You explored the piece of beauty with your tongue. Swirling the muscle around his head and sucking on the rest of what you could fit without dislocating your jaw. You were careful not to use your teeth, you didn’t want to hurt him, but you sure were enjoying the noises he made. 

You think you could actually suck the man dry, you found this action quite enjoyable and you craved more. You lapped and sucked and savored; your heat raging in your belly. Bucky’s hand cradled your head and tangled into your hair.

“Fuck!” He growled but took himself out of your mouth, his tip reddened and so close to bliss.  You were a bit confused, did he not like it? Bucky looked into your eyes, and kissed your cheek. 

For now...

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Instincts - Helmut Zemo x F!Reader (omegaverse) 18+

Plot: Y/n, an unmated omega, forgets to get a refill of her suppressants, sending her into her heat while at work. Luckily for her notorious criminal and alpha Helmut Zemo is hiding out in the backroom. (Takes place after episode 4 of tfatws)

A/n: First of all I’m sorry, second of all I’m sorry, third of all, You’re welcome. This is my first time writing omegaverse so it’s probably not the best and I haven’t read an omegaverse fic in a hot minute. Sorry my smut is always so short, I really gotta work on that.

Warnings: smut, normal a/b/o things, possessive dirty talk, mentions of omegas being harmed, mentions of fear of being assaulted. (if i missed anything please let me know)

As an unmated omega, Y/n knew well of the dangers of the world. Everywhere she looked alphas lurked around looking for their own omega, a rare thing to have in this society. Although omegas were coveted and prized they were still at the bottom of the hierarchy and were expected to be subservient to whatever alpha marked them, a thought that terrified Y/n. Stories of alphas that harmed omegas were sickeningly common, and with everyone plastering on fake kindness in hopes to place their mark on her neck, Y/n was terrified she would end up a statistic.

Suppressants were Y/n’s saving grace, an illegal method to mask her true nature from the world and pose as a beta where she could live her life peacefully, something she could never do as an omega. If she were to get caught she could face serious time in a correctional facility built just for omegas to learn their place in the world, and so every day was filled with caution and fear.

“God I look like shit.” Y/n’s heavy eyes looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the bags under her eyes deep and only looking worse due to the harsh fluorescent light buzzing away above her. The illegal suppressants had many side effects ranging from life threatening to mildly troublesome, but the one that affected Y/n most was the inability to fall asleep. Each night was spent tossing and turning, her body feeling restless. 

Sluggishly Y/n grabbed her concealer, dabbing it on beneath her eyes, her hands shaking with exhaustion. She finished with a sigh, running her hands through her hair to remove any major knots. She didn’t have the energy to fully go through her hair, not seeing the point. She was hidden as a beta anyways, no one would give her a second glance. Y/n opened the medicine cabinet, looking for the white box of suppressants, only to not find it anywhere. Her stomach sank as she realized she forgot to get her refill yesterday. It would be fine though, she hoped. She had gone without them before and hadn’t gone in heat, surely it would be the same thing this time, but for some reason there was a nagging feeling in her mind it wouldn’t be.

Y/n grabbed her perfume, spraying it on herself. The scent was cinnamon, similar to her natural scent as an omega, but it had the slight acrid scent of being a perfume. She hoped that would be enough to convince the alphas she passed by that she was just a beta wearing perfume. It wasn’t something she used often, only when her overtired brain didn’t remember to get the refill of her suppressants. 

“That's good enough, I hope.” Y/n mumbled to herself. She smoothed out her short sundress, the light flowy fabric ending at her mid thigh. It was her favourite dress, she felt and knew she looked cute in it. Y/n didn’t like to wear things like this often, she didn’t want the attention of anyone, but frankly she felt like shit and needed the joy looking nice brought her.

The walk to the flower shop had Y/n’s body feeling hot, however she assumed it was the warm weather, not wanting her paranoia to make her miss work. The flower shop she owned was Y/n’s only source of income and it wasn’t a bad one at that. It was common for alpha’s to come in and buy bouquets to give to the first omega they see on the streets in an attempt to woo them. That was another reason Y/n refused to accept her status as an omega. Every bit of romance was just disingenuous. Alpha’s only wanted to have the honour of being chosen by an omega, they didn’t care about who that omega was. However, Y/n was happy it paid her bills.

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The day went by smoothly until closing time when Y/n turned off the open sign, the neon light no longer lighting up the darkening street outside. As she grabbed her keys to leave a sharp pain went through her abdomen, causing a gasp to escape her throat. She rested a hand on the painful area, eyes wide. She should have listened to her instincts, she should have stayed home, but she didn’t and now she was going into heat in her store. Y/n paced, her mind running at a hundred miles an hour as she tried to figure out what to do. She couldn’t go home, walking would be near impossible for her with her heat approaching fast. She would have to wait it through in her shop with no relief. 

“Oh fuck…” Y/n groaned in pain, leaning against the wall. She knew she had to find something to eat to get the strength to get through this. With shaky steps she headed to the back, her hand glued to her abdomen as if that would alleviate her pain. As she approached the door to the back room her blood went cold, her nose picking up the faint scent of an alpha through the thick door. 

She debated opening it. Her instincts were telling her to open it and get his help with the heat, her brain told her it could be dangerous. Eventually decided to confront him, to ask what he was doing and maybe for his help getting home if he didn’t seem too awful. With her keys clutched between her fingers just in case, she slowly opened the door, her body almost melting at the scent that wafted to her.

A man dressed in a long coat with a fur collar stared back at her with shock, the scent of pine trees wafting off of him. “Omega…?” He spoke with a Sokovian accented voice. It took Y/n a few moments before the identity of the dangerously handsome man registered in her mind. She had seen him on the news. He was Helmut Zemo, the man who almost single handedly destroyed the Avengers.

Y/n shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate. “You’re Helmut Zemo… What- what are you doing here?” She asked, fixing her posture to appear assertive and trying her best to resist the urge to submit right there. A mixture of fear and arousal was filling her body to the point where she thought she might explode.

“So you’ve heard about me?” He tilted his head slightly. “I needed a place to hide for a bit, I’ve been scoping this place out. You’re the owner, Y/n, correct?” Y/n gulped but nodded, worried about why he was hiding out. “That doesn’t matter right now. Why are you here? It’s not safe for an omega in heat to be out in public.” He scolded as if Y/n didn’t know that. It was odd, having the notorious criminal seem to care about her safety. She wondered what he was trying to achieve, if anything.

“It wasn’t my choice okay?” She snapped, a wave of pain washed over her and she slumped against the door frame with a groan. Zemo got up, moving to her quickly but stopping once Y/n had flinched, worried he was going to try something.

“You need to get home, where’s your car? I'll escort you there.” He said, his voice was strained and Y/n’s eyes couldn’t help but land on the growing bulge in his pants. He was going into a rut which explained his current caring and protective nature. Her mouth watered at the thought of having his cock in her mouth but she tore her eyes away, looking to the side to avoid him. 

“I don’t have a car… too expensive.” She groaned out, her breaths growing to pants as she started to overheat, fanning herself with her hand.

Zemo let out a staggered exhale, running his hand through his formerly perfectly done hair. “What’s your address? I’ll bring you there myself.” Y/n was impressed at the amount of self control this alpha had. Even as his rut was beginning he managed to stay calm and collected for the most part, but Y/n knew it was hard for him, sweat ran down his forehead as he strained to keep control.

Reluctantly Y/n told him her address knowing he was her best bet at getting home safely. A whimper escaped her throat as she felt her slick begin to drip down her thigh. She clenched her legs together, desire seeping into every part of her. She wanted the alpha’s knot more than anything she had ever wanted before. She could hardly focus on what Zemo was doing, not noticing he had draped his coat over her and picked her up until they were already out the door.

Zemo didn’t breathe as often as he needed while he walked, trying not to inhale Y/n’s scent as he moved at a quick pace, shooting piercing glares at every passerby that dared look their way. He felt protective over the little omega. His cock strained uncomfortably against his pants as his mind filled with thoughts of mating with her, but he pushed them back, not wanting to take advantage of her. Arriving at the apartment building he used her keys to unlock the door to the humble apartment, locating her room and placing her down on her bed. Y/n took off his coat and offered it back.

“You can keep the jacket for now, I’ll come back for it once you’re done with your heat.” He said, quickly turning around. Y/n’s hand shot out, grabbing his gloved hand.

“Please alpha, don't leave, help me.” She whimpered. Y/n didn’t know where that had come from, but she didn’t regret it, knowing it wasn’t just her heat talking. He was powerful, respectful, not to mention handsome. Everything a good mate should be, even though Y/n knew mating with a dangerous man like him was out of the question. Y/n found herself liking the man despite knowing what he had done and not knowing him long. She knew he would treat her well during her heat, if he accepted.

“Are you sure omega?” He asked, not facing her in fear that he would pounce on her as soon as he saw the desire in her eyes. 

“Yes alpha, please…” Y/n whimpered again, giving his hand a small tug. “I need you”

That was all he needed to lose control. Zemo turned around to face her, stalking to the bed as he removed his shirt, straddling Y/n’s warm needy body. Her smaller hands reached out, undoing his belt and palming Zemo’s cock through his pants. Y/n couldn’t help the filthy thoughts that flooded her mind, desire for the dangerous man’s knot consuming her.

Zemo let out a groan, taking off his pants and boxers, letting his painfully hard cock free. Y/n’s eyes were clouded with lust as she leaned forward, mouth open and ready to suck it. He tapped the side of her cheek with his cock, running his hand through her hair and gripping it.

 “No liebling, this is about you. I can wait for another time.” He let go of her hair and Y/n laid down, watching the alpha as he took off her panties and put her legs over his shoulders, running his cock slowly up and down her folds and coating itself in her slick, the tip teasing her as it came so close to going in. Y/n let out a little whine, letting him know she was growing impatient. “I apologize omega, it’s rude of me to tease.” He smirked before shoving himself all the way in easily.

Y/n’s toes curled as she let out a loud gasping moan, throwing her head back in pleasure as he began to thrust in and out of her, the position they were in allowing him to reach every part of her with ease. His hands ran up and down her waist as he let out a deep moan. Y/n’s eyes were locked on him as he fucked her deeply, causing her to let out a whimper of pleasure with every thrust.

“Look at you little omega, taking my cock so well.” He reached over to cup her cheek in his hand, rubbing circles into the soft flesh with his thumb. “Does it feel good?” His hand dropped from her cheek and began to rub her clit with just enough roughness to send her over the edge, a loud moan escaping her as she came.

“Yes, fuck! harder, please!” She said between moans, her hands tangling themselves in Zemo’s hair and gripping it as she panted.

Zemo moaned as he re-adjusted her legs on his shoulders, picking up the pace. “This pussy of yours, it’s mine now. I’ll fuck you through this heat and every heat you have next.” He growled, hitting Y/n’s sweet spot, making her cry out in ecstasy. 

Y/n felt warm inside at his words. Her pussy clenched around his cock as the stimulation from him rubbing her clit and pounding into her sent her over the edge again, panting as she came hard. He was good at making her feel good, and for once Y/n was glad she was an omega.

“Fuck, you feel so good clenched around me. Do you want my knot in you, little omega? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum?” He asked cockily, receiving a desperate whine from Y/n.

“Please, please, please!” She begged, the only thoughts filling her mind were those of need for his knot buried deep into her. 

“How can I refuse... when you’re asking so nicely, liebling.” He spoke between grunts. His thrusts slowly became more sloppy and deep and Y/n knew he was about to cum.

With one last deep thrust Zemo buried his cock all the way into Y/n’s pussy, his knot trapping the two together as he emptied his cum into Y/n. She felt so full in a good way, her breaths heavy with exhaustion as she internally frowned at the thought of Zemo pulling out of her. His knot alleviated the worst of her heat and as she laid there sore and sweaty, her now clearer mind had no regrets about what had happened. 

Zemo pulled out after a while, his knot going away. A smile danced on his lips as he saw the cum dripping out of her as he pulled out his cock. Y/n’s eyes fluttered closed as she moved to a more comfortable position on the bed. Zemo grabbed his jacket from the floor, dusting it off and draping it over the omega’s tired form. Hesitantly he hovered over her before pressing a soft kiss on the top of her head, deeply inhaling her scent. 

Not wanting to intrude any more, he got dressed and walked over to the couch, exhaustion filling his body as he slumped down onto it, closing his eyes with a smile. He could tell he would need all the rest he could get while he rode out the omega’s heat with her. He was so happy he decided to hide out at that flower shop.

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WinterBaron Fic Rec List

I know, I knoooow I’ll be damned because of this cursed ship, however, this fics are redemption ones (mostly), so there’s that.

Update: may 2021

♥♥♥♥♥ I want to give you more, but not everything. (You don't need everything) by dfotw 

The idea of confessing to James is tempting in the same way that the idea of letting him put a gun to his head was. The exquisite vulnerability that Zemo would balk at coming from anyone else, feels like a balsam to his soul when it’s James wielding it. Zemo would, without a moment’s doubt, let James hold his throat in the unforgiving grip of his mechanical hand and never protest, or break eye contact, for as long as the touch lasted. If James wanted the world, either to save it or to destroy it, Zemo would gladly arrange to have it delivered to his grasp, with no expectation of reward.

♥♥♥♥ Captain Sokovia by Master_ObiWan_Kenobi

“The living are not done with you yet.” Zemo put on the shield. It felt strange, he wasn’t Captain America. He didn’t deserve it, especially after everything he did to the Avengers and to the world at large

♥♥♥The White Wolf is My Alpha by MotherLilith

Omegaverse Winterbaron fic with feels and plot. See chapter notes for more info. If you're just here for Bucky/Zemo smut, go to chapters 4 and 7 🔥

♥♥♥♥ His Soldat by Ineedtherapy (gethelp)

When Bucky finds himself unable to fall asleep after what happened at the club, Zemo comes up with a way to help his Soldat to relax. The two of them start to realize that they need each other and work on their new dynamic. This is getting kinda long, so I think I should explain the general vibe, so I don’t waste your time: At the beginning it’s just Hurt/Comfort. They get together at some point and then there will be some sex scenes, but it’s pretty innocent at the beginning. For the most part it’s just them working through some issues.

♥♥♥♥ Tabula Rasa by Aelara_Vayne

If Bucky thought there'd be no price to pay for pretending to be the Winter Soldier again, he was wrong. When you can't trust your own mind, who else is there?

♥♥♥♥ Little Darling by the_winterfloof_17

Six months… a long six months and now he was here, waiting for a foreign country to take him back. The freedom was enjoyable to say the least, not like Zemo had much to begin with.

♥♥♥♥  Not Done With You Yet by Thorny

Zemo almost wished Barnes had just shot him. Save him from another decade or two of sheer boredom while he suffered properly for the lives he had taken. It would have been one last kindness in repayment for mostly keeping his promises. However, Zemo thought darkly to himself, perhaps he didn’t deserve kindness. Or, Zemo gets an unexpected second chance from an unlikely source; the living aren't finished with the baron just yet.

♥♥♥ Twin Souls by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33) for SageGarnish

It's terrifying how fine he feels, despite this. No chest pain, no concussion. Just a slight twinge at every swallow. No worse than a mild hangover. He's healthy. Mostly healed. A ticking time bomb. (OR, Zemo gets the serum instead of Walker.)

♥♥ Men That Honour Titles by quarrelwithaboot

Bucky already has to deal with the return of several PTSD triggers, but the worst of all is in the form of Helmut Zemo who may or may not have more in common than he would like to believe. Slow Burn, enemies to lovers. As canon-compliant as possible.

♥♥♥ Drossel by SageGarnish

Bucky is helping Sam investigate a mysterious case of deaths that may involve a rogue HYDRA agent. So Bucky decides to visit Zemo on The Raft, to see if he knows anything. The problem? General Ross is convinced Bucky is still a weapon, and when Zemo escapes, Bucky is blamed despite the fact he knows nothing about it. Now Bucky is a wanted man, and he and his cat Alpine are on the run from Ross and the USMC, while Sam attempts to run interference. All this while frantically looking for Zemo, who may be in trouble... or may be behind all the trouble.

♥♥♥ Just Visiting by Fuddlewuddle

Two men: One stuck in prison, the other has no regard for the Raft's 'no visitors' policy. Both fascinated by the other, they make a deal to get to know each other. They should have seen the end result coming really.

♥♥♥ Soldier inside me by Flamme19

The only thing Bucky Barnes wants is peace. But is that what Bucky really wants? And is peace what he needs? Bucky would say yes. The soldier thinks of something else. The soldier needs a mission. The soldier wants it.

♥♥♥♥Bambi Eyes by Fuddlewuddle

What happens when your enemy-turned-co-worker-turned-only-person-you-actually-like-but-refuse-to-admit-to starts calling you by a cute nickname, but doesn't tell you why? Why you just go crazy thinking about all the possible reasons why he could be calling you it, refuse to mention it out loud, and just be an idiot in general, instead of actually just asking him about it.

♥♥♥ Sincerely, Fuck You by Louffox

To Mr. James Barnes, I have been permitted to send letters while in the Raft, per my good behavior, on the condition that Agent Ross examine them to ensure they are free of any content that could be dangerous to others, myself, or insinuate/participate in disruption of prison activities.

♥♥♥ The Strangest Ways by just_kiss_already

Zemo escapes the Raft and receives a guest with a request.

♥♥♥ The Darkness Alters (Adjusts Itself to Midnight) by ShadowsLament

After Zemo steals out of his own place, eluding the Dora Milaje, Bucky tracks him to a nearby coffee shop.

♥♥♥♥The Soldier's Time by WinterSabbath

The Avengers used a time machine to snap back half the population. Zemo, still stuck in a Berlin prison, hears of this and comes up with a plan to sneak into the Avengers compound to use the machine. He only wants to hear his son's laughter one more time.

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🔎Sherlock (BBC)

Save your tears... (Mycroft X Male!Reader) 🎁

🩸Hannibal (NBC)

I don’t want to wake up from you (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Maneater (Hannibal X Male!Reader) (TW: Mentions of smut and violence) 🎁

An hurricane in my kitchen (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Papa, don’t preach... (Hannibal & Fem!Reader X Will Graham) 💌

🐺Teen Wolf

Beware the alpha! (Derek Hale X Male!Reader) 💌

🦸‍♂️MCU (Avengers, X-Men, GOTG, Fantastic Four, Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter...)

You’re my sunshine (Helmut Zemo & Male!Reader) 🎁

🔦Criminal Minds

I’ll be brave for you... (Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🦸‍♀️DCEU (Justice League, BVS, Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey, Titans, The Flash, Arrow...)

Play me me like a violin (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Sweet but psycho (Roman Sionis X Male!Reader) (TW: Violence) 🎁

Sending my love to you... (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Miss Independent... (Victor Zsasz X Fem!Reader) 🎁

The only one I need (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) 💌

War of the fathers, peace of the sons (Zsasmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

Who’s laughing now? (Joker VS Fem!Reader & Harley Quinn) (TW: Swearing & Violence) 🎁

Primal fears... (Zsaszmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

💥Inglourious Basterds

Innocents don’t shed blood (Donny X Fem!Reader) 💌

Speaking her language (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader) 💌

Severed blood ties (Hans Landa & Male!Reader) 🎁

We’re in heaven (Hugo Stiglitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

The Apache and The Comedian (Aldo Raine X Male!Reader) 💌

Let her be mine and mine alone... (Hans Landa & Fem!Reader x Omar Ulmer) 💌

Amour à la française (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader!) 💌

There’s no mountain high enough... (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader & Child!OC) 🎁

You better run... (FemaleOC! & The Basterds) 🎁🎃

Run to you... (Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

Birthday Girl (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader) 💌🎁

All against odds (Wilhelm Wicki X Male!Reader) 🎁

🗼Pacific Rim/Kong: Skull Island/Godzilla

Written in the stars (Nate Lambert X Fem!Reader) 🎁

😈Lucifer

An unholy seduction (Lucifer X Male!Reader) 💌

My mama is the best man in the universe (Lucifer and Male!Spirit!OC) (Father-son relationship) 💌

😇Good Omens

My boyfriend is back (Crowley X Demon!Fem!Reader) 💌

🤵Kingsman: The Secret Service

Too old for her? (Harry Hart X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🔮Harry Potter

Love is like a tornado (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

It’s just the price I pay (Hermione Granger X Male!Reader) 🎁

Falling (in love)... (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🔥The Witcher

The deepest soul (Geralt X Mermaid!Fem!Reader) 💌

Music is my way to say I love you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) (AU) 💌

Put your wings on me (Jaskier X Fae!Fem!Reader) 💌

Love song... (Jaskier X Bard!Fem!Reader) 💌

I will find you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) 💌

💣James Bond Movies

Velvet Tango (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

You targeted my heart (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

Sugar Boy... (James Bond X Male!Reader) 💌

Don’t worry child... (Gareth Mallory & Male!OC) 🎁

In my arms... (James Bond X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Like a porcelain doll... (Ernst Stavro Blofeld & Fem!OC) 🎁

Unconditionally... (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Come what may (Gareth Mallory X Male!OC) 🎁

No more secrets (00Q X Male!OC) 💌

I care for you (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 💌

🏹Shadowhunters

🪔Merlin (BBC)

For my king (Arthur X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Under your spell (Merlin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🎭Prodigal Son

Mystery Girl (Malcolm Bright X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🤴The Crown

I’d put a crown at your feet... (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part I) 💌

All Hail to my king (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part 2) 💌

Give us a chance (Charles X Male!OC) 💌

A royal affair (Margaret X Male!OC) 🎁

🦇Gotham

The art of seduction (Oswald Cobblepot X Fem!Reader) 💌

🧙‍♂️The Lord of The Rings/The Hobbit

The King’s precious gem (Thranduil X Male!Reader) 💌

💀Pirates of the Caribbean

Something fishy... (Jack Sparrow X Fem!Reader) 💌

As wild as the sea... (James Norrington X Fem!Reader) 🎁

⭐Star Wars (Episode I to IX, The Mandalorian...)

Silent words, loud gestures... (Din Djarin X Fem!Reader) 💌

⚽Football (France NT, different players...)

The player & the writer (Antoine Griezmann X Male!Reader) 💌

My only one (Lucas Paquetá X Fem!Reader) 💌

🔣Other fandoms/universes/suggestions....

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[queenbeean]

welcome to queenbeean’s masterlist — i write for chris evans’ characters, bucky barnes and the walking dead’s rick grimes and potentially daryl dixon and negan smith

likes are really appreciated and it costs nothing to reblog and give more exposure; comments really make my day but of course i’m not going to force you into anything; i just hope my stories resonate with people; happy reading!

last updated — february 18 ‘22

ps. most of the stories have mature content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; ONLY 18+

why are you awake right now? — in which you can’t sleep because chris isn’t with you — fluff

two part story: busy morning — in which chris wants to be with you but you are busy — fluff

leave a message — in which chris is drunk and spills the beans — fluff

forbidden series (dark!nomad feat. brief appearances from bucky barnes, sam wilson, baron zemo, etc.) (ongoing) — in which steve is no longer the golden boy; he’s the owner of a nightclub where you find yourself working — heavy content: very dark themes, SMUT, dubcon, prostitution; blackmail

three part story: truth untold — in which steve and natasha need to lay low after discovering shield is actually hydra; with little to no people to trust, natasha decides to take themselves to the person they were dishonest to — angst, a bit of fluff, SMUT | truth be told — in which steve and nat leave you again to stop a mass killing spree ordered by hydra — angst

teachings — in which (pre!serum) steve asks you to teach him stuff — high school au — bit of angst, fluff, SMUT

she's mine — in which ari is the alpha and you are his mate but he doesn’t accept it; his hate towards you cause you to be kidnapped by his nemesis — werewolf au — angst, bit of fluff

taken — in which you are taken to the front of the train against your will as part of wilford’s plan to have curtis lead his train — angst, dark themes, violence, non-con sexual acts (not from curtis)

worry — in which andy hadn’t heard of you all day long and he punishes you — fluff, slight angst, SMUT — 2.5k words

beacon of hope series — DISCONTINUED

for better or for worse — in which you doubt whether or not bucky and you were in it for better or for worse — fluff, a bit of angst, SMUT — 2k words

too late — in which you want to confront bucky by trying to force his hand but instead get an unexpected response — angst, slight sexual content

the king’s whore series — in which king james buchanan barnes selects his own personal whore — SMUT so far, more will be added

two part story: unpredictable — in which after finding new shelter at the prison, you and rick share a moment but you didn’t count with an outsider ruining the group’s stability — a hint of fluff, angst, SMUT — 7.2k words | unaware — in which michonne arrives at the prison with news that you, maggie and glenn were taken by someone known as the governor; rick and the rest of the group plan your rescue — angst, violence, a hint of fluff

just in case — in which the group arrives at alexandria; based on season five episodes twelve and thirteen — fluff, ANGST, smut, violence

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ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ ONLY

a = angst, f = fluff, s = smut, d = dark, 🎀 = ddlg, ✨ = most popular

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Heavy Metal Lover | sub!beefy!Bucky Barnes x (dominatrix!reader) | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟, (eventual)𝒂 [COMPLETE]

Seeing Red | (bodyguard)Bucky Barnes (x actress!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [nine parts; COMPLETE]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan (Love, Actually AU) | 𝐟, (eventual)𝒔 [ten parts; COMPLETE]

✨ The Wrong Idea | stepdad!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝐟   tw: stepcest (part 1) (part 2) (headcanons and blurbs) (part 3) (pearl necklace: epilogue) [COMPLETE]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟 (part 1) (part 2) [COMPLETE]

Diplomacy | orc!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟  (part I) (part 2) [COMPLETE]  

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

✨ Doctor Daddy | Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) |  𝒔, 🎀 (mob au)

A Beautiful Little Fool | Sebastian Stan | 𝒔, 𝒅 (The Great Gatsby au)

✨ A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Closer | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

✨ A Year Gone By | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 🎀

Discretion | 40′s Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Rainstorm | Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | 𝒔

Hunt | Slayer!Bucky (x vampire!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Compromise | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

You, Me, and Him | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Training Session | Bucky Barnes | 𝐟

More Human Than Human | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝒂 (Blade Runner au)

Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟

Alternative Medicine | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

✨ Dishonorable Discharge | Bucky Barnes (x sister!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅  (tw: incest)

Consolation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂

✨ Liberation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Vignettes of a Bond | alpha!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂 (tw: a/b/o) 

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda) 

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Double Take | Charles Blackwood (& 40′s Bucky Barnes) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stretch  | Lance Tucker | 𝒔

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Darkroom | werewolf!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅  

Awestruck | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Sting | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stuck With You | stepbrother!Carter Baizen | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest)

Rock the Boat | Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time) | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅  (pirate au)

Hunter’s Moon | Chase Collins (The Covenant) | 𝒔, 𝒅

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

comforting bucky after a nightmare (fluff, gender neutral reader)

being steve’s sister and dating bucky

dark!daddy!bucky punishes you for coming without him 🎀

dark!bucky doesn’t let you come for a week

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

angst with destroyer!chris

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

dark!bucky manipulates you into helping him with his nightmares

dark!bucky drabble based on that one 🔪 pic from the men’s health shoot

daddy!bucky and your oral fixation 🎀

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun (part 2/prequel) (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

sub!lee teaches you how to be in charge in bed

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

Satisfied  | Andy Barber | 𝒂, 𝒔 [chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [COMPLETE]

✨ The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber | 𝒔 [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [COMPLETE]

First Chanukah Together (holiday mini-series) | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, 𝐟

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

Juicy Fruit | Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟

Getting In Tune | Chris Evans | 𝐟

Cake By The Ocean | fratboy!Chris Evans | 𝒔

Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟   

A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Feast | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

A Rare Brew  | Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝒅

Eucharist | priest!Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝐟

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Claimed | Andy Barber | 𝒔, 𝐟 (tw: a/b/o)

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett | 𝒔, 𝐟

Fix | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒅

Ear Candy | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Hungry Like The Wolf | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Shadowboxer | Ransom Drysdale | 𝒂, 𝒔

Home for the Holidays | Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge | 𝒔, 𝒅

Artificial Scarcity | Jake Jensen | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Peaches & Cream | Jake Wyler | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Aftershocks | Johnny Storm (x mutant!reader) | 𝒂, 𝒔

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

chris has a daddy kink

✨ chris has a breeding kink

dark!chris is your roommate and tampers with your panty drawer

asking chris to try anal

dark!steve is nice until you get into a fight

dark!steve gives you sex pollen to steal you from your boyfriend

mob!steve gets jealous easily

you were his high school bully, now ceo!steve wants revenge

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun // (part 2/prequel) // (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

andy’s wife hires you to prove he’s cheating // (part 2)

andy stuffs all three of your holes

mr. freezy gets a new slave

angst with ransom

somnophilia/free use with mike weiss

dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game

Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2)

headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀

𝒔 𝒆 𝒓 𝒊 𝒆 𝒔

My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟  [IN PROGRESS]

Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 

✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  (part 2 for first-class service)

Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔 

Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)

All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅

Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔 

Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅

Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔  

Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅

Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂

Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅

Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟 

Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂

Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟

~

Bruce Banner

Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟  (sugar daddy au)

Spoiled  | 𝒔, 𝐟  (also sugar daddy au)

Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟

headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀

headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀

Peter Parker

Animalistic  | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones  | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)

headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor

Maria Hill

Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟

drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared

Thor Odinson

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

Valkyrie

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne 

Scott Lang

Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅

[mrsrosefisher]

Ask/Request Rules & Info!

Basics

I primarily write in the perspective of a female person or gender neutral person. But I have no qualms of writing for anyone else. It’s just how I write. So please be specific when sending in an ask! ✨

I am completely ready to accept any asks and requests that you have! But just to be completely clear, these are my guidelines! So please please read before submitting!

Characters I write for

Sally Face: Sal, Larry, Ash, Todd, Neil, Chug, Maple & Travis

Criminal minds: Hotch, Spence, Garcia and Emily.

IT!: Pennywise, Kid Losers ( all of them), Adult Losers (all except Stan ofc ), Neibolt Losers

Harry Potter: Harry, Hermione, Snape, Albus, Draco & Hagrid

Sherlock BBC: Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Lestrade and Moriarty

MCU: Steve, King T’Challa, James Buchanan Barnes, Sam( The Falcon), Helmut Zemo, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark and so many more,,,

Genres I write!

Romance/Fluff

Smut

Horror

Hurt/Comfort

NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

Content I write!

AUs

Dark Themes

NSFW Content

Kink & BDSM Content!

SFW Content

Will and Won’t write.

Green is go, Red is no! Orange is maybe!

18+, 21+ characters!

Underage, Minors, Children

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Incest

Pseudo-Cest

Poly! Ships

Non-Con

Taboo ( Dirty Kinks )

Anon Emojis & Names

Open

🐈,⛓,👑,🌹,☁️,🌶,🎸,🎼,🥺

If you are interested in an anon emoji, please don’t hesitate to ask for one! 💠

If you have any questions at all, please don’t hesitate to comment or dm me! Thank you so much for reading 📖

[thatgoblin]

Marvel Master List

Smut - S; Fluff - F; Dark - D; Alpha, Beta, Omega - A/B/O

Characters - Baron Helmut Zemo

Head Canons

Titanic Head Canons

Wedding Date Head Canons

Single Mom Head Canons

Feral Reader Head Canons

Fics

Taken - You are Zemo's partner and if someone wants to get to Zemo, they have to get you. Reader/Zemo - F

Drown - You're on a team with Bucky, Sam, and Zemo to hunt down super soldier serum when you're captured and put into a trap. Reader/Zemo - F

Fall - When John Walker disrupts Karli and Sam's meeting, you get caught in the crossfire. Reader/Zemo - F

Small Town Affairs - A Small Town A/B/O AU. A new pack moves to town and disrupts a local Omega's self imposed boring life. OFC/Zemo/Bucky - A/B/O

John Walker

Head cannons

John Walker/Neurodivergent Reader

John Walker adopts Nico's kid after his death - request

John Walker adopts a kid pt 2 - request

Fics

Small Town Affairs - A Small Town A/B/O AU. A new pack moves to town and disrupts a local Omega's self imposed boring life. OFC/Zemo/Bucky - A/B/O

Pent Up - John and his therapist have an intense and intimate session. - S, D

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

More to come. . .

Fics

Small Town Affairs - A Small Town A/B/O AU. A new pack moves to town and disrupts a local Omega's self imposed boring life. OFC/Zemo/Bucky - A/B/O

Summary: Hazel is an Omega in the small town of Tin Springs, Midwest America. She's trying to live her life after breaking up with the local sheriff, John Walker, and his mate, Brock Rumlow. New people aren't something that happens often, but when a new pack comes to town her whole life goes from a small mess to a complete disaster in the best way. - A/B/O

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4

Cast List 1, 2

[altagraye]

Soon to be posted!*

* within the next week my lovely readers*

Stuck ch 5: Cat and Mouse

*New Series!*

Bayou Bride ch 1:

Ship: Alpha!winterfalcon x Omega!y/n

Era: tfatws

Series type: ABO

Featured characters: Helmut Zemo, Sharon Carter.

Warning: SMUT!

*New Oneshot!*

Daddy's Girl

Pairing: Hugh 'Ransom' Drysdale x y/n

Warning: SMUT!

I had an accident that involved my face and a carpeted floor. I'm alright. I was missing my glasses for about a week. But i have been thinking about you! My lovely loyal readers!

Peace out.