#tnlw against the grain series

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Against the Grain

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is an old friend of Zemo’s and meets him (along with Bucky and Sam) at his garage. While getting ready to go to Madripoor, reader helps give Zemo a shave.

Word Count: 867 (I’m rusty lol)

Warnings: slight angst, implied nudity but barely

A/N: Slight SPOILERS ahead of you haven’t watched the series yet :)

pt ii, pt iii

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You made your way to the garage and leaned against one of the sleek cars meticulously parked. You could barely hide the butterflies in your stomach as you heard footsteps approaching. The fluorescent lights were switched on, which heightened your excitement.

“So our first move is grand theft auto?”

Zemo’s voice followed, “These are mine. Collected by family over the generations.” He stopped at one cars and opened the trunk to reveal guns to the two men with him. You found it amusing how these highly skilled soldiers didn’t even sense you were around. You let out a small hum before stepping into their line of sight.

“The yellow one has always been my favorite though, Helmut.”

The two men with the baron got defensive, but Zemo raised his hand gently.

“It’s alright... I asked her to come.” He walked towards you and kissed your cheek, “Hello there, schatz.”

“Baron.” You whispered gently, caressing his stubbled chin. He turned his head back to the men with him.

“I’m sure you know these two.”

“Yes, the Falcon... and who used to be the Winter Soldier, yes?”

“Sam and James if you don’t mind.” The Falcon, Sam, insisted, “And you are?”

“An old friend, Y/n L/n. Sergeant Barnes wasn’t my only visitor.”

“My family owned some land in Sokovia before it was... uprooted.” You smiled slyly. They continued their talk about super soldiers and the Avengers as you waited. Zemo grabbed some clothes out of the yellow car and sighed.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to freshen up before we see Selby. Liebe?” He turned to you, “Some company?”

“Of course.” You whispered and followed him out of the garage.

You leaned against the doorway as he dried his hair.

“So... why are you helping the Americans?”

“We have a common goal...”

“As did most those who fought in World War 2...”

“Do not worry, schatz. It won’t be like last time.”

You sighed and took a place next to him as he looked in the mirror, “Last time... wouldn’t have happened if I had gotten back in time...”

“Y/n-”

You shushed him and placed a hand on his face, “When I saw it in the sky... from my jet... I couldn’t believe it...”

“It’s alright. It has passed.” He murmured, turning his attention back to the sink where the water had filled it. A sharp shaving razor laid nicely on a leather strip and a small tub of shaving cream resided next to it. A small smile reached your lips.

“May I?”

He glanced at you for a moment before nodding. As you grabbed the shaving cream and brush, he leaned against the counter. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you dabbed the brush in the cream. It then made contact with his skin and you applied the cream gently. You could feel his eyes bore into you while your focus was on his stubble, trying not to miss any spots while covering it with the shaving cream. Once you were satisfied with the layer of cream you brushed on, the container and brush were back on the counter. You reached for the blade, pressing your chest gently against Zemo as your arm made its way behind him. By instinct, his hands found their place on your waist and his breathing was shallow as your bodies made contact.

“Would you like me to stop, Helmut?” You murmured, looking into his eyes.

“Keep going.” He ordered lowly.

You nodded and glanced at the sharp blade, seeing the reflection of his dark eyes. You then placed your free hand on his shoulder and found a comfortable position. He noticed your hesitation as you looked at the covered part of his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s been a bit is all…”

“I trust you.” He murmured, caressing your cheek endearingly.

This small act encouraged you to keep going and the blade made contact with his skin. You were careful and light with your movements, but you knew you had to be quick. Who knew how much time they had to stop those super soldiers? As you shaved him, your breaths were in sync. Zemo’s hands never left your waist during the whole process. You didn’t realize how intimate this felt. There was no denying that you had feelings for Zemo ever since you first met him, but then he married his viscountess wife. You didn’t hate her at all though. The both of them fit each other so well, and their son was the perfect combination of the two. You were glad to have stayed in touch with him after all these years. Zemo was the closest thing you had to home and you hoped Zemo felt the same in some way. After finishing, you washed off the blade in the sink, then drained it. Zemo wiped the rest off with his towel before looking at you in the mirror

“You alright, Y/n?”

You look at his reflection before nodding.

“Of course, I’m going to check if Oeznik is waiting with the jet.”

You made your way out of the bathroom quickly, leaving Zemo in a state of confusion

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A/N: I haven’t posted on this blog in a while. Also, please forgive any odd spacing, I wrote in Google docs so I can save it and then pasted it.

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Against the Grain (Part II)

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Fem!Reader

Summary: This is part 2 to “Against the Grain” finally. haha.

Warnings: None really haha, kind of spicy dance scene but barely

Word Count: 1066

A/N: So sorry for not writing for a bit, was dealing with some stuff. Please enjoy!

pt i, pt iii

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You clasped your necklace before finally heading to the function downstairs. Madripoor was nothing new to you since you know the struggles of making your way through after losing almost everything. The elevator doors slid open and strobe lights made your eyes adjust slightly. Many people were dancing and drinking while others were looking at the art pieces on display. You went straight to the bar and asked for a simple drink mix, nothing too strong. Your eyes scanned the vicinity of the room you were in and one person caught your attention too quickly. Zemo was dancing by himself, relishing the blaring music and not minding the hectic crowd of people also moving to the music. You couldn’t help but smile due to seeing your friend loosen up after such a long time. As the song died down, your Baron made his way to the bar and eyed you, a smile plastered on his face.

“Hello, schatz…”

“Baron…” You drawled, “Have fun out there?”

He nodded, downing a glass of whiskey. You leaned closer to him, taking in the expensive scent he was wearing.

“Well, now I know you don’t just waltz on the dance floor.”

He chuckled while looking down at his glass before gesturing to the bartender to refill it. There was a swelling thought hiding behind his eyes as he downed his drink again. You stood from your stool and held out your hand to him.

“A dance, my Baron?”

He nodded, abandoning his glass and following you on the dance floor. The music was nearly shaking the walls and windows, but it fell on deaf ears as the two of you danced together. Zemo placed his hands onto your waist and moved with you. The most dancing you two had done were at the many galas Sokovian officials would hold, but it wasn’t as loose as the motions the two of you were doing at the moment. The galas were always so strict and confining when it came to the art of dance, but Madripoor was something entirely different. How you were moving wasn’t too scandalous, but it was fairly intimate, much more intimate than anytime you two have been together. Your Baron’s hot breath tickled the skin of your neck as he leaned his head down while dancing, getting completely lost in your juncture. Though your dancing was close and sultry, Zemo was still fairly respectful when it came to his hands. You wouldn’t have cared if they wandered up and down your body, but they stayed at your waist with not too tight of a grip. You turned around to look at him, his forehead laid against yours, and your breathing was in sync with his. His eyes were nearly closed as he held you closer to him with your hips moving together. You admired his content but focussed facials as the both of you continued dancing. You were suddenly interrupted when Sam tapped your Baron on the shoulder.

“Sharon found something, come on.”

Zemo stood straight, looking down at you as if to say something, but you nodded and smiled weakly.

“Go on…”

You had made your way back up to Sharon’s suite and sighed, sitting on the couch. You took off your heels and tossed them aside before rubbing your feet. Even if you didn’t dance for too long, your feet still ached from the action. You were sure the others wouldn’t be back anytime soon, so you took the opportunity to hop in the bathtub. You were no stranger to luxury, but being in Madripoor was not the same as being in France. The tub was fairly big and a dark grey marble, not like the polished porcelain many places in Europe would offer. You unzipped your dress and discarded any other clothing and accessories you still had on as the tub filled with warm water. You never denied the thought of a bubble bath, so you shamelessly added soap to the water and let the foam rise with it. When you deemed the tub filled enough, you took your place in it and your muscles immediately relaxed. Things have been a bit tense ever since you reunited with your Baron, but your thoughts never wavered from him before his escape. There was always a place for him in your mind and you weren’t ashamed of it. You closed your eyes and ignored any distraction from the commotion downstairs or outside on the streets. You didn’t know how much time had passed before a voice filled the bathroom, startling you.

“You shouldn’t stay in there too long. You might prune.”

You looked up, wide eyed, only to see your Baron, “Zemo… I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I am known to be… stealthy…”

He leaned against the sink as he looked at you, even if you’ve known him for a long time, you have not been so exposed to his gaze before. You looked around the bathroom awkwardly, not wanting to meet his eyes as he watched you.

“I...I should get out and dry off.”

“Of course, I’ll be waiting in your room.”

Before you can say another thing, he made his way out of the bathroom. You were left in confusion and made sure to be quick to dry off and dress. Afterwards, you walked into your room, finding your Baron looking out the window. The neon lights from the nearby clubs and traffic lights illuminated his face, revealing the thought in his eyes. It must have been the same thought he had at the bar… He turned once you were in range of his peripherals and smiled gently.

“Schatz…”

“Are you alright, Baron?”

“Why such formality?” He walked over to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, “It is just me…”

“I…” You started, but shook your head and went to the side table where your phone was charging. The only notifications you had were news updates about the Flag Smashers and some political matters.

“Y/n?” Zemo called, worry lacing his voice. You turned back to him and managed a smile which had no joy behind it.

“My apologies, Helmut. Just a bit tired.”

He made his way to you again and raised his hand to caress your cheek with the knuckle of his index finger gently.

“There is something wrong…” He chided, a gentle sternness taking his brows as they knitted together.

“It is nothing.” You whispered, looking into his eyes. There was no convincing him, you knew he was good at reading people. However, you did not feel prepared to have a conversation which would take an intense turn.

“I… I think I’m going to head in. You should too.” You insisted, which caused his face to change to a serious one, almost disappointed. He did not push though.

“Of course… goodnight, schatz.”

“Goodnight, Helmut.” You watched your Baron walk out and shut the door behind him gently

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Against the Grain (Part III)

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You arrive in Latvia with Zemo and the others. Things start to spice up after having a talk with Sam

Warnings: sexual scene but no smut, cussing

Word Count: 1648

A/N: Sorry about the wait for a part three; some stuff came up and I was caught up in my Bad Batch series haha

pt i, pt ii

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You sat on the plane, waiting for the others. They had gone with Sharon to the docks to deal with some business, so you stayed out of their way and minded your own business until they got back. You were reading a magazine that Oeznik had given you so you weren’t just doing nothing. At this point you were just looking at the pictures and not minding the words. A few moments later, the boys entered the cabin, some dirt and soot covering their clothes. You furrowed your brows while looking over them.

“Should I ask?”

Sam scoffed and sat down, “No.”

You nodded and looked back down at the magazine, but then a gloved hand hooked your chin. You looked up at Zemo as he looked into your eyes intensely. Then the light above your head lit up, which signalled that the plane will be taking off soon, so he moved to take his seat. After a few hours, you arrived right at the outskirts of Latvia and walked through the small city. Supposedly, Zemo had a small safehouse which didn’t surprise you one bit. You held his arm as you walked along the cobblestone street with Sam and Bucky behind you. Right as you were approaching the building, Bucky stopped and sighed.

“I… I”m gonna take a walk.”

Sam turned to him, “You good?’

“Yeah, yeah, go on without me.” Bucky insisted before walking off the other way. The three of you went up to the building and your Baron unlocked the doors before letting you and Sam in. You opened the double doors and admired the view you were met with. The home was very beautiful, holding a bohemic theme to it. You went over to the counter and glided your fingers across it gently. You turned to see Zemo admiring you before he looked over to Sam.

“I’m going to refresh myself. Feel free to use any of the facilities. There should be some food in the pantry.”

The two of you nodded as he made his way towards the bathroom before locking the door behind him. You sighed gently while finding yourself a glass and pouring yourself a glass of water. You opened the curtains next to the kitchen gently, letting some light into the home since it was still pretty early in the morning. You sighed while looking over the little people there were roaming the street below you.

“So… how long have you known Zemo?” Sam finally spoke.

“A little while now. I think I was 21 and he was 24 when I first met him.”

“Were you Sokovian Royalty too?”

You smiled while turning to look at him, “My family was well respected and we had our fortune, but I wouldn’t say we were royalty like the Baron.”

“Were you guys ever a thing?” Sam insinuated, which caused you to laugh.

“By thing... you mean in an intimate relationship? No, we’re simply friends.” You looked away, swirling the remaining water in your cup. He hummed and sat back looking at his phone.

“Y’know… he won’t be back in prison until a few days, maybe a week… you should go for it.”

You looked at him incredulously, “Are you suggesting I sleep with the Baron?”

“Shit… if i had the chance to sleep with someone like Prince Harry, I would.”

“But not the Baron.”

“Too much history there.”

“You haven’t even met Prince Harry!”

“And you have?”

You said nothing else as you finished the water in your cup. Sam laughed and shook his head.

“Well I wasn’t born with no silver spoon in my mouth, but I would take all the chances like that if I were you. Just saying.”

You placed your cup down and thoughts started to fill your head. Sam was right in some way. Your Baron would have to go back to prison soon and the both of you had nothing to lose. Sokovia was gone and the fortunes you both had would last you until the end of your days. Why not give it a shot?

After a few minutes, Zemo exited the bathroom in a blue bathrobe, white silk pants, and some simple black leather shoes. You found his appearance amusing which made you smile, but it left when Bucky made his way into the room with a bothered look.

“The Wakandans are here. They want Zemo.”

“Great.” Sam sighed.

The men went on with a loaded conversation while you were caught up in your subconscious, still thinking about what you and Sam discussed not so long ago. Would he even accept if you offered such a thing? Maybe just one night with him would be enough and then it’ll all be forgotten the next day. Years of history forgotten for one moment while the two of you relished each other’s bodies. Or maybe just each other’s company, no need for anything sexual. Lovers for a day… The thought of it was enough to make your heart skip a beat. Seeing Zemo in such light would be something completely new to you. You’ve seen many sides of him, but could only imagine his intimate side. It wasn’t an unusual fantasy you had, but you could never admit that to him.

You were pulled from your thoughts when a hand was placed at the small of your back. You turned to see Zemo holding up a wrapped Turkish Delight, offering it to you. You smiled gently and took the candy from your childhood before unwrapping it gently. This was one of his son's favorites. He always hid them away so his son couldn’t find them and rot his teeth. You remember one Christmas when the little boy begged you to get him some Turkish Delights as a gift. The dread on your Baron’s face was enough to tell that you’d never hear the end of this. The boy ended up having a sugar rush before knocking out right as supper was coming along. After you had unwrapped the candy, you were stuck looking at it while recalling those special memories.

“Schatz?” Zemo called once he noticed your distant look. You averted your gaze to him and smiled weakly before popping the candy into your mouth. Some powdered sugar coated the corners of your lips, so your Baron raised his hand to wipe it away gently. You looked at him deeply before you were interrupted by Sam’s voice.

“We’re gonna get some rest before we look for Donia.” He pulled Bucky up by his jacket.

Zemo didn’t bother looking at him as his eyes were fixated on you, “The rooms are down that hall.”

“Sam we slept on the plane-” Bucky started. “Then occupy yourself with something.” Sam suggested, turned to you, and made a gesture before he pushed Bucky down the hall then closed the doors.

You shook your head before looking back at your Baron, “I don’t know what that was all about.”

He only hummed while looking at you, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips multiple times. You moved gently to throw away the wrapper before washing your hands to get rid of any of the excess powder from the sweet. As you dried your hands, Zemo finally spoke.

“Y/n…”

“Yes?”

“Can we…” He stopped as you turned back to him. The tip of his tongue moved across his bottom lip as he looked you over. You started to feel hot under his gaze, so you looked towards the couch.

“Would you like to sit?”

He only nodded and grabbed your hand before pulling you to the soft furniture. You had chosen to wear heels today, and your ankles started to ache due to walking on the crooked, cobblestone street.

“Sorry, let me take these off before we-”

“Here…” Zemo whispered before grabbing your leg gently and leading your ankle to his lap. He unstrapped it then pulled the heel off before he gestured to the other foot. You were about to move the leg he took care of, but he held it softly but firmly against his lap. You raised the foot with the heel and placed it gently against his knee. He dealt with the other heel before placing it next to it’s partner. Your eyes were locked on him as his hand trailed up your leg. You were also wearing a simple black pencil skirt with no tights on, so your skin was exposed to him. Before you knew it, your Baron raised one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder. He then started kissing the skin hungrily while murmuring in sokovian. You bit your lip before relaxing against the armrest of the couch and closing your eyes while relishing the feel of his lips against your calf. He then wrapped his arms around both of your legs before pulling you closer to him. This caused you to gasp and open your eyes to look at him. You were met with a sly smirk on his face then he bent over you to meet your lips together. You gave into the kiss immediately, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer. Both of your breathing started to get heavier as your hands explored each other. Zemo pulled off the blouse you were wearing and threw it across the living room while you untied the bathrobe. He kicked his shoes off, propped himself on his knees, and pushed your skirt up to expose the lower half of your body.

“Schatz…” He murmured, holding your hips down so you were pinned against the couch. You had no words, still caught up in what was happening. He bent down again and started to ravish the skin of your neck. You bucked your hips up against him as he sucked marks onto your skin. You were his. He was going to make sure of that.

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