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Who’s In Control Now

Chapter 1

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky get’s back at Zemo for what he did to him in Madripoor

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Bondage, CBT, Cock slapping, Master/Slave, Name Calling, Face Slapping, Corporal Punishment, Riding Crop, Suspension, Sadism/Masochism, Blowjob, Orgasm Denial, Dom Bucky, Sub Zemo

“I’ll be back later, I’ll let you know if I need backup, but it should be okay” Sam assured Bucky as he slung the backpack over his shoulder.

“Alright” Bucky nodded, and Sam looked intently over to Zemo who was standing a few feet away, still dressed in that stupid fancy coat of his. They had just come back from the town, getting information about Donya Madani. Her funeral is this afternoon. Sam was going to make his way there now. Bucky insisted he come with him, but Sam said no. If all three of them showed up, Karli might make a run for it before he has a chance to speak to her and they couldn’t leave Zemo on his own. Despite him being useful, they didn’t trust him one bit, especially Bucky.

“Try not to kill each other while I’m gone, we need him” he murmured to Bucky who scoffed. Their confrontation only a few minutes ago nearly had him ripping his head from his neck, but Sam had calmed him down. Sam patted his shoulder before leaving the apartment. Zemo hummed softly and turned to walk to the small kitchen area.

“Well James it’s just me and you now, would you like some cherry blossom tea, I heard it’s very good” he poured himself a cup of the red tea, the sweet smell filling his senses. He held the teacup in his hands, the China warming his palms. He turned around to face Bucky as he heard no reply but was met with a blow to the face. The familiar feel of metal cutting into his cheek caused him to fall to the ground and was instantly knocked out, head slamming into the floor and the teacup smashing into a million pieces, tea flooding.

Bucky sighed, flexing his metal fingers as he stared down at the unconscious baron.

Zemo woke with a pounding in his head, his cheek tingling from the punch. His eyes fluttered open, and he moaned softly as he adjusted to the brightness from the large window opposite him. But something wasn’t right. The angle was all wrong, as if it was upside down and along with that he was moving subtly from side to side.

Zemo lifted his head up, starring down, well more like up, his body and realisation hit him. He was in fact upside down. Hanging from the ceiling, his feet tied together with rope. The rope was neatly tied around his ankles, knotted at the front with the excess tied to one of the poles on the ceiling. The rope made its way down to his chest, tying his hands in front of him with the same design as his ankles. He twisted his hands but only felt the burn of the rope on his skin. The rope continued down to his neck, wrapping around like a vine, and scratching every time he moved. The thing that surprised him the most was the fact he was completely naked, exposed and on show.

Zemo dropped his head back down, the blood rushing to his brain as he was suspended from the ceiling. There could only be one explanation for the reason he was like this… James.

He swung gently from side to side, the motion almost sickening and making him feel lightheaded but the more he squirmed in his binds, the more he moved so he decided on keeping still. He heard a noise coming from one direction and turned his head that way, spotting Bucky at the kitchen. He necked back a glass of brown liquid, most likely whiskey, swallowing hard and stared over at Zemo.

“Good, your awake” Bucky said casually as he poured himself another drink and Zemo groaned. The rope was harsh on his skin and the position was uncomfortable. He was surprised at Bucky’s creativity. He hadn’t expected him to go to this extreme length. He could have simply tied him to a bed or one of the stumps of wood beam in the apartment, but this was something else. Bucky trailed around the kitchen counter, slowly walking his way to the hanging baron in the middle of the apartment, looking over him like he was a piece of meat.

“You must be upset James, what is it I’ve done to anger you” Zemo asked as Bucky circled him. Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he licked the corner of his lip. What had he done? What hadn’t he done?

“Just about everything you do angers me Zemo… but I’m sure you know what I’m going to say” Bucky stood before him. He was wearing his black t-shirt and jeans, his vibranium arm on show. The gold glinted in the warm lights as it peaked through the black. It was stunning if Zemo did say so himself. He was stunning. But that would get him nowhere if he said it. Right now, it seemed Bucky was in control here.

“I have no idea, indulge me” Zemo mocked, and he could see Bucky tensing. Since he met Bucky in his prison cell, he had spent every waking minute winding him up, trying to get into that head of his. He wasn’t purposely trying to fuck with him, but he couldn’t help himself. He had seized control of the winter soldier before and even though the words didn’t work on him anymore, Zemo found no problem winding him up about it.

“You like playing games with me don’t you. You love trying to fuck with my head, get inside me and make me feel small and vulnerable, trying to control me like you did before” Bucky spat at him while he circled him again like pray and Zemo sighed, shutting his eyes as he knew exactly what Bucky was talking about.

“You’re talking about Madripoor”.

“Bingo”. When Zemo had told Bucky he was to act like he was the winter soldier, under his command and handle, he was furious. He told himself he’d never go back to that life, back to that scared feeling of no control, that sense of feeling like a toy to be used, to turn on and off with those code words. But he had to for the mission otherwise they would have gotten caught. It didn’t mean to say he was fine with it though and he especially wasn’t fine with Zemo walking all over him, touching him like he was nothing, forcing him to put on that little display in the bar for everyone to watch. What was even more frustrating was the fact Zemo fucking enjoyed it. That little smirk on his face as he watched Bucky fight those guys like they were nothing.

“James, I realise that it probably wasn’t the best thing for you, but it was the only way into Madripoor. We wouldn’t be where we are now if you hadn’t of done that- “he was cut off by Bucky.

“Shut the fuck up, I don’t give a shit if it was the best way into Madripoor. You can’t control me anymore, no matter how much you fantasize about it” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo glaring down at him, eyes wide and mouth pressed into a hard scowl. Zemo groaned softly at his binds as he wiggled in them, trying to get some feeling back into his hands but it was nearly impossible. The super solider had done well to tie him up like this and have him hanging and vulnerable, a reflection of how Zemo made Bucky feel.

“I saw you; I saw the way you were watching me while I put that little display on for you. The fucking smirk on your face as you watched me fight those guys as if I really was under your control” Bucky started to circle him again and Zemo thought back to that moment.

Bucky was right. He did take pleasure out of seeing Bucky act like the winter soldier, as if he was completely under his control. He knew the words didn’t work and he knew the winter soldier had been put to rest but that didn’t stop Zemo from taking a chance and getting one last show of the obedient soldier.

“It was all part of the act” he tried to convince Bucky but was only met with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“Even you know that’s bullshit, don’t think you can lie to me and at Selby’s, the way you fucking touched me as if I had no response””. Zemo remembered the feeling in his dick as he watched Bucky play the part as if it had never gone away. As he said to Sam, it didn’t take him long to fall back into line. The people of Madripoor were convinced and even to some extent, Zemo was as well. All those years ago when he first used the words on Bucky and saw the instant change from Barnes to Winter solider, the tightness in his pants came back and his eyes locked on the handsome face that looked at him like he was his handler.

And as well at Selby’s, the way Zemo had pawned him off like a slave, touching his face knowing Bucky could do nothing by stand there and take it. In that moment Bucky wanted to rip Zemo’s arm off, break it and throw it across the room. he thought every bone in his body to do that, knowing it would only give them up.

“Any chance you’ll get to control me you’ll take” Bucky grumbled, and Zemo sighed. The swinging was making him feel nauseas and he swallowed hard, the rope pressing into his neck as he did, and he tried to not strain against it. It would only cause more damage and marks to his skin which he didn’t want.

“James, you must realise I never wanted to control you before, you were simply a- “the sudden grab of his hair made him wince and stop mid-sentence. He was pulled forwards, his body curling in an awkward position as he was lifted farther from the ground so that he could look up at Bucky. The glare never left those beautiful blue eyes of his and the fingers of his flesh hand gripped his hair tightly that it felt like it was being ripped from his scalp. The pleasures of being handled by a super solider.

“Do you ever shut up, all I hear coming from that fucking mouth of yours is lies and bullshit” Bucky spat at him, and with a shove he dropped Zemo like a bag of potatoes, watching him swing back and forth, his head inches from the ground like a pendulum. Bucky turned and strolled off in another direction and Zemo took a moment to gather his thoughts.

This new Bucky was interesting. Fearless, strong, dominant. Something Zemo hadn’t met before. completely different to the submissive one he met many years ago. And yet he felt the same feeling in his dick as he did when he watched Bucky use the winter solider demeanour. He was taking control and Zemo was liking it. The toes of Bucky’s steel boots came into his vision, nearly a few inches from his face as he stopped swinging and Zemo craned his neck upwards to get a better look at that beautiful face.

To his surprise however, he locked eyes with what was being held in Bucky’s metal hand, the black and gold fingers curling around it and his stomach rolled. A leather crop, long and thin with a sturdy handle was accompanying Bucky. It looked exactly like something you’d find in a BDSM club or within a dungeon of someone’s own private home. Zemo was no stranger to this; he knew about toys and whips and chains although he had never partaken in any of it. Zemo was a man who had gotten what he wanted by taking control of others and using it against them. But now the tables had turned.

“I think it’s about time someone taught you who’s really in control here” Bucky said softly, voice husky and sending a tingle to Zemo’s dick, it instantly hardening at the words falling off his lips. Bucky began to move around Zemo who in turn began to fidget and tug at his restraints. But the super soldier had spared his time in making sure there was no room for escape. Zemo was all his now and he was going to make sure he knew it before Sam returned.

“James- “.

“I don’t want to hear another fucking word out of you… and from now on you call me Sir” Bucky growled back at him, now standing behind Zemo, and running his eyes over the suspended body. Bucky was amazed and surprised to see Zemo in such good shape despite him being locked in that German prison. He didn’t take him for the kind of guy to work out and be conscious of his appearance. Who was he trying to impress?

Zemo tried to hide the smile from his lips as Bucky demanded to be called Sir. He could see and feel the pleasure of Bucky being in control now dripping from him and he certainly wasn’t missing any chances. He was taking full advantage of the bound baron and the fact they had the apartment to themselves. And Zemo was liking it. This new James, all confident and dominating was making him hard and any moment now Bucky would see. Would see how much of a slut Zemo really was for him. For once, Zemo kept his mouth shut and he flinched as he felt the cold leather of the crop touch his bare ass.

“First things first, there’s a few things I need to get off my chest before I use you like a little whore, that’s what you are isn’t it?”.

Zemo didn’t answer and when he felt the sting of the crop on his ass, he hissed and swung forwards from the force of it. Bucky’s strength was powerful and could easily send him swinging like a wrecking ball.

“I asked you a question?” Bucky demanded and Zemo smirked.

“I thought you didn’t want to hear another word from me” Zemo said snarkily but regretted it when he felt a sharp tug on his dick. He groaned and looked up with his neck straining as he saw Bucky tightly grabbing his dick in his metal hand, cold fingers wrapping around it. he pulled tighter until the skin was taut and pinching between the plates. Zemo hissed, gritting his teeth as if he was going to grind a hole into them and Bucky stared down at him casually, enjoying him rifle in pain.

“If this is how you want to play this Zemo, I can certainly do that, Sam isn’t going to back for a while, so we have all the time in the world” he waited for Zemo to answer who was in too much pain to do so. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand to fight through the pain and heard a satisfied chuckle.

“That’s what I thought. I’m in control now, not you, not anyone else. All those years ago when you said those fucking words to me and turned me into the winter soldier. When you watched and smiled like a psycho while I pretended in that bar. While you treated me like a fucking toy to buy with Selby. That is the last time you will ever control me, that you’ll ever have any ounce of power over me” Bucky finally let go of his sensitive dick and Zemo dropped his head with a heavy sigh. Sweat was starting to drop from his forehead and leave a little puddle beneath him.

“Yes Sir” Zemo answered, and Bucky smirked, stepping back around to Zemo, and trailing the crop over his pasty white skin. Zemo shivered under the leather and Bucky decided on the first spot to punish him. He swung the crop back, slapping it hard against the skin and Zemo yelped out, toes curling in agony and fingers squeezing until his knuckles were a sickly white colour. Zemo had never felt pain like this. sure, he’d felt internal pain from the death of his family or pain from a bullet or knife, but never this type. It was stinging and overwhelming but at the same time, it was also pleasurable.

Perhaps it was the fact he was tied and at the disposal of James. Perhaps it was seeing this broken boy turn dark and fearful, having all the power to himself to use and abuse. Perhaps it was that the baron himself was what Bucky had said…. a little whore. Whatever the answer was though, Zemo enjoyed the next hit. The crop smacked him heavily, the sound echoing in the apartment, pinging off the stone walls and pillars. He lurched his back to ease through the pain and it lingered there.

Bucky hit him a few more times, seeing the sweat dripping from his now red body. The skin was warm and tingled and Zemo’s breathing intensified. He dragged the crop across his stomach, snapping it back and hitting him in the middle which made Zemo lurch and swing like a fish fresh out of water.

“Look at you, such a slut for this. you’re getting off on me doing this to you, aren’t you”?

Out of fear of being hit again, even though he wouldn’t mind, Zemo answered.

“Yes Sir” it was all true what he was saying.

“If you wanted this so badly before you should have said. I’d happily teach you a lesson earlier on if you asked me nicely” Bucky teased, strolling around him, boots meeting his eyeline and then disappearing in seconds. Bucky smacked the crop again on his ass, the whole area bright red and puffy and Zemo grunted under his breath.

“Oh, and how could I forget about you touching my book” Bucky snarled, and the next hit was a big one. The smack was so hard, the crop splitting open the skin on Zemo’s ass, blood shooting to the surface and trickling down his body. Zemo screamed, squeezing his eyes tightly to forget the torment on his ass right now but when he felt Bucky’s flesh hand grab a handful of skin, he spoke up.

“Ahh, please Jam- I mean Sir” he nearly let it slip which could earn him another spanking, but he caught himself. But secretly inside he was wanting it.

Bucky strolled around to Zemo, crouching down so he was still towering him but closer and he lifted his metal finger up, brushing away the sweat covered hair sticking to his forehead, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched Zemo wiggle in discomfort.

“Had enough” Bucky teased, and Zemo chuckled. He wasn’t done yet, he wanted more.

“I’m sorry Sir, I hope you can forgive me for my bad behaviour” he begged and Bucky grinned, scoffing as he did and he grabbed Zemo’s hair, lifting his head up.

“You are far from being forgiven, now it’s time to see what a real slut you are for me” he threw him away like a piece of screwed up paper, letting him swing. Zemo was starting to become dizzy, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the blood rushing all over the place and his hands and feet completely numb except for the odd tingle here and there.

Bucky dropped the crop to the floor, the implement landing beside Zemo’s head, teasing him as he couldn’t reach it. Bucky hummed to himself as he ran his hands across Zemo’s battered and red body, even the slightest touch burning him. His hand trailed across his stomach to his waist and ran over his dick, picking up the hard thing and wrapping his hand around it. The cold metal of his hand stung and Zemo hissed between gritted teeth, counting in his head through the sensation. His dick had precum leaking and Bucky laughed, shaking his head as he stared down at Zemo

“Fuck you really are a slut Zemo, already leaking and I haven’t even given you a rub down”.

Bucky began to move his hand up and down, pulling the skin with him as he did, all the way to the top and squeezing so that more of his cum leaked out. Zemo was starting to lose himself in the pleasure, the thoughts and feelings taking over. Dominant Bucky, cropping him and now rubbing him off was a wild mix of emotions. All good ones though.

“Ohhh James” Zemo moaned but felt an immediate correction of Bucky’s palm against his very sore and battered ass.

“What was that?” Bucky scolded.

“I meant Sir, oh Sir that feels so good” Zemo apologised. his apology sounded sincere, as if he truly meant it.

“That’s what I thought. of course, it feels good, you’re a fucking slut that’s why, getting off on being treated like a toy to fuck.” Bucky scolded as he started to speed up his hand, rubbing faster and Zemo twitched in that cold palm of his. He desperately wanted to grab a hold of Bucky, feel like he was truly being used for only his pleasure. He wanted to feel Bucky’s lips over his dick, but he got the picture this wasn’t about him, this was about Bucky.

“I should be getting the pleasure here not you and look how nice I’m being to you and yet you haven’t even thanked me”.

“Thank you, Sir, thank you for taking the time to discipline me and pleasure me”.

“Well, you’re a slut Zemo, what else do you deserve than that” Bucky chuckled, and Zemo flinched as his orgasm was becoming closer. He could feel his cum rising to the top, that strong tingle you get when you know you need to release. He twisted and curled his feet and hands in the rope, his neck straining on the collar.

“Oh, please Sir, please may I come for you” he started to beg. Who knows what Bucky would do if he came without permission?

“God you’re already wanting to cum Zemo, makes you an even bigger slut” Bucky ignored his plea for cumming and carried on palming him, seeing the skin turn red and warm and the head twitching as it tried to hold down its release. Zemo had a suspicious feeling in the back of his head what was going to happen. He was almost there to his orgasm. He was ready to release all over that gorgeous black and gold hand of Bucky’s, the metal shining in the light and slicking off his dick.

“Oh, please Sir, please let me cum, I’m, Ahhh- “he cut himself off because from a certain stroke, it pulled a sensitive area, and he was going to cum any second now. his face was sweating and breathing so heavy.

“You want to cum Zemo” Bucky teased, and he nodded his head fast.

“Tell me who’s in charge, who’s in control?” Bucky asked as he continued to lead him on with his climax.

“You Sir, you are in charge” he most certainly was, and Zemo was loving it.

“That’s fucking right, no more games, no more stupid quips from you, no more anything. From now on you obey me” Bucky said darkly, and Zemo nodded fast.

“Yes, yes please Sir, I’ll do anything, just please can I cum?” he was begging for one final chance and Bucky grinned.

“Sure, you can” happiness filled Zemo but the second he said it, he dropped his dick, letting the hard thing fall against his chest, precum still leaking but nothing more than that. Fuck, he knew this would happen.

“But when I decide to” Bucky stepped back from the frustrated Zemo, who swung lightly from side to side.

“Fuck” Zemo whispered under his breath. This was worse than the cropping. The feeling of pleasure and your climax floating away like it’s nothing. And until Bucky said he could cum, he wouldn’t be able to. It all belonged to Bucky now. Bucky crouched down, yanking Zemo\s hair again and lifting his head up to stare down at him. his bright blue eyes were stunning to Zemo, and he instantly felt lost in them.

“Now it’s my turn?” he whispered with pleasure in his voice and dropped Zemo’s head once again. Zemo groaned to himself, his dick falling limp now, his climax completely gone and if he wanted to cum, he’d have to start again. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted higher, his head a metre from the ground. He caught sight of Bucky pulling the rope that had him hanging, moving him higher to the ceiling until he was in perfect position.

The sound of a belt unbuckling made Zemo squirm and Bucky stepped in front of him, snapping his belt off and dropping it loudly to the ground, startling Zemo.

“Now you’re going to take my dick like a good boy, and I don’t want any teeth otherwise I’m going to crop your ass until it’s bleeding, you understand” Bucky reached into his jeans, pulling out his dick and palming himself softly. Zemo stared at it like a hungry lion, mouth dropping open and eyes wide as he lusted Bucky’s member.

“Yes Sir” he whispered, completely dazed by the beautiful dick in front of him. With a sharp tug on his hair, his head was brought forwards and Buck pressed his dick into his mouth, parting his lips. Zemo gagged as the end was pushed all the way to the back of his throat, sending his gag reflex through the roof but he calmed it down, breathing heavily through his nose. The soft skin grazed over his tongue, and he tried not to bite down, knowing it would end badly for him.

“Ah fuck” Bucky moaned. He ran his fingers through Zemo’s hair, getting a good grip so he could fuck his mouth. This was all about Bucky’s pleasure now, he didn’t care if Zemo wanted to suck him slowly and gently. Bucky began to thrust deeply in Zemo’s mouth, pushing all the way to the back and not giving him time to breath. Slopping sounds escape Zemo, spit running down his face and dripping into his eyes. Bucky’s balls slapped him in the nose as he shoved his head up and down his length, groaning hard and sending his head back as pleasure shot through his body.

“God your mouth is so good, you’re just a little cock sucker aren’t you” Bucky breathed, sweat now dripping down the sides of his face. Zemo wondered if he should try and answer, but he didn’t have the capacity to do so. Bucky was thrusting so hard and fast he couldn’t articulate his mouth and even if he did, his teeth would most certainly touch Bucky’s dick.

Bucky pressed his dick all the way in, leaving it there for a good few seconds. Zemo gagged, his throat bobbing as he swallowed the sticky spit and when Bucky pulled out, he hasped for air. His face was a mess with spit and precum and his lips almost swollen from his sucking. Bucky shoved himself back in, not wanting to hear a word or sound from the annoying baron and continued fucking that gorgeous mouth of his.

Bucky could feel his climax building and he breathed hard, moving Zemo faster. His dick hardened in Zemo’s mouth which made it harder for him to not brush his teeth against the skin. The end of his dick twitched inside, and Zemo could feel his orgasm coming.

“Oh my god I’m going to fucking cum” Bucky whispered to himself, biting his lower lip hard between his teeth which almost broke the skin. His strength sometimes surprised him, and he forgot about it. Bucky felt another twitch and the tingling sensation of his orgasm was coming. A few more thrusts did it for him and his dick squirted inside the warm mouth of Zemo, shooting his cum to the back of his mouth and filling him up with the sticky seed.

Bucky groaned loudly, his head falling back as he came inside Zemo, shuddering as he now became sensitive, and he pulled himself out with a pop. Zemo took this chance to catch his breath, his mouth laced with cum and spit and as he swallowed, the sum stuck to the inside of his cheeks, on his tongue and now leaked over his lips. He was a fucking mess.

Bucky as well caught his breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead and grinned with pleasure.

“Well, what do you say?” he prompted with a patronising tone. Zemo swallowed again, the cum still lingering in his mouth, the salty taste making him dehydrated.

“Thank you, Sir, thank you for fucking my mouth” he met face to face with Bucky as he crouched down, seeing that smirk on his face. Bucky reached up, gently caressing his cheek before bringing his hand across and smacking his hard. The slap was so forceful it spun Zemo around and he yelped at the sting. It was like an electric shock.

Bucky caught Zemo to stop him from spinning and smacked him on the other cheek. He was enjoying smacking him about like a piece of meat on a hook.

“Good boy” Bucky stood and wandered around the back of Zemo. Zemo tried to lift his head to spy what he was doing but he was too sore from hanging down for so long. Unlike the super soldiers, Zemo was a regular guy so his body was unlike Bucky’s that could hold on for longer than he could. His wrists were burning form the rope, his ankles aching, his neck filled with cramps. He’d need a long bath and some cherry blossom tea after all this.

Suddenly a feeling on his dick made him come back to reality. Bucky grasped the limp thing in his flesh hand again, tightening his grip around his balls mainly. Zemo shuddered as he felt the leather crop teasing over the tight skin. Then it came, the smack.

“Ahhhh!” Zemo screamed, tugging at all his binds and squirming with every inch of movement he could use. But as he did, he only pulled against Bucky’s hold on his balls which caused more pain. He calmed himself down, breathing slowly through his nose and out his mouth. But then another smack came, and he gritted his teeth so hard he thought he was going to break them.

“Fuck James” he spat in anger and Bucky tutted.

“What have I told you about calling me that” he shrugged and slapped his with the crop on his balls again.

“Ah, Sir, please, please I’ll do anything for you” Zemo hoped it would stop this torture, but it didn’t. Bucky landed the crop on his dick, slapping the limp thing and watching it bobble up and down.

Tears were starting to brew behind Zemo’s eyes, and he groaned through the pain. Lucky for him, there were only a few more hits before Bucky came back around in front of him, leaning over and gripping his chin in those sexy metal fingers of his.

“You’ll do anything for me” he said sweetly, and Zemo nodded.

“Yes Sir, anything” he whispered, and Bucky chuckled. He dropped the crop and shuffled over to the kitchen, searching the draws until he found what he was looking for. He strolled over, wrapping a piece of thin black rope between his fingers. The act was so sexy to Zemo and he instantly hardened. He gasped as Bucky grasped his dick and to his surprise, started to wrap the black rope around his dick and balls. He threaded it through and around his balls, separating them into two smaller ones. He tied it off tightly and gave him a few strokes which made Zemo jolt.

The feeling of his dick being tied was erotic, sexual and different. A tingle ran through his body, and he itched to touch himself. What did Bucky have planned for him now?

“Tell me again who’s in control” Bucky murmured.

“You are Sir, you are in control here” Zemo answered, a grin appearing on his face as just saying the words made him lust for the winter soldier before him.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson… but we’re not done yet, we are far from done” Bucky said darkly, his mouth close to Zemo’s as he crouched down to his level. Zemo’s dick twitched in his bound state.

“I think I’ll leave you like that for a bit, let you remind yourself I’m still in control even after I untie you” Bucky grabbed something from the kitchen counter and stormed back to Zemo, bending down. Zemo caught what he was holding. Two leather straps with a thick rubber ball in the middle. Before he had a chance to react, the gag was shoved in his mouth, forced between his lips and the strong taste of rubber.

“And I don’t want to hear that fucking mouth of yours” Bucky checked the straps, making sure they were extremely tight before taking a deep breath and standing up.

Zemo groaned and tightened his teeth around the ball, sucking in a ball of saliva as Bucky strolled away, leaving him hot, red, and used, dangling like a bag of flour. But when he was out of sight, Zemo grinned and closed his eyes replaying the sexy winter solider back in his mind.

Hey so I hope you like it, I made some changes and added some more to the story so decided to repost. Let me know what you think in the comments and let me know if you think I should do anymore

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I think I Wanna Marry You - Sam Wilson X Bucky Barnes

Title: I Think I Wanna Marry You

Sam Wilson X Bucky Barnes

Additional Characters: Loki Odinson and Steve Rogers

WC: 971

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of threats

Bucky sat with his cat Alpine in his lap, softly petting the white feline. Sam was next to him, watching some tv show that Bucky couldn't remember the name of. The pair had been together for a couple of years now and it felt like this was all just a wonderful dream.

The cat purred loudly as she rubbed her head against Bucky's hand. Bucky continued to pet Alpine, before turning his gaze towards Sam. "You should get some sleep." He said quietly, knowing that Sam would be tired from working all day.

Sam shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. I'll just stay up a bit longer."

Bucky softly smiled and rolled his eyes. "I can tell when you're not being honest with me, Sam."

"Oh? How?" Sam asked curiously.

Bucky leaned back on the couch and folded his arms across his chest.

"You have this tone in your voice...like you're trying really hard not to laugh at something."

Sam chuckled lightly. "You know me too well."

"I love you, man." Bucky replied, grinning widely.

Sam blushed slightly. "Yeah...you do."

"Do you want me to make us dinner or anything?" Bucky asked, yawning.

"No, I'm fine," Sam replied quickly. "I don't mind cooking but if you wanna cook, go ahead."

Bucky stood up with a groan and a stretch, Alpine having run off as Bucky got up. "Alright, I'll whip up something quick."

"Okay. Do you need help?"

"Not right now, but I'll let you know if I need any help." Bucky replied as he headed towards the kitchen.

Sam smiled, watching Bucky's behind as he left for the kitchen. Sam had to admit, that was America's Second Booty. It wasn't quite as large as Captain America's but it definitely didn't lack in the booty department.

Sam sighed happily as he watched Bucky work. He couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten. Not only did he have a best friend again, he also had someone who was willing to share his bed with him. It was like Christmas came early!

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Steve woke up to the sound of loud banging on the front door. Steve got up, yawning as he made his way to his door. Opening it, Sam stood there, fiddling with his hands.

"Sam, what's wrong? It's like-" Steve turned to check his clock. "Four in the morning."

Sam looked to the Captain with worried and nervous eyes. "I want to propose to Bucky."

Steve blinked in surprise. "What?"

"I mean, we've been together for a while now and I think we're ready to take our relationship to the next level." Sam told him nervously.

Steve laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I guess you can ask him then."

"But...what do I say?" Sam asked, looking around as though he expected to find an answer somewhere.

Steve shrugged. "I don't know, try telling Bucky how much he means to you and how much you love him. Have you bought a ring?"

Sam nodded. "Yes. But I still feel like I'm gonna mess it up."

"Just tell him how you feel, Sam." Steve suggested. "If he doesn't accept you, he's probably not ready yet."

Sam sighed and nodded, before taking a deep breath. He was about to say something when Loki walked up behind Steve.

"Good morning, Captain." Loki greeted, smiling at Steve before looking at Sam at the door.

"Sam? Why are you here so early?" Loki asked and Steve began to explain.

"He wants to propose to Bucky and needs help." Sam nodded as Steve spoke.

Loki nodded before wrapping his arms around Steve's waist. "Do it as I did."

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

"It's simple. Just tell him how you feel, and give him the ring." Loki explained.

Sam looked to Steve, who just rolled his eyes.

"You did not do that, Loki. You threatened to burn down the kitchen if I said no." Steve retorted.

"Fine, I'll just beat you to death instead." Loki replied, shrugging.

Sam looked between the two men. "I don't understand."

Loki smirked before heading back into their room, Steve sighed lovingly.

"That's Loki for you. But, honestly, just say what comes from the heart." Steve spoke before bidding his friend farewell and shutting the door.

Sam stood there, looking at the closed door. "So, I'm supposed to just say 'hey, Bucky, will you marry me?'" Sam whispered to himself.

"Yes." Loki called out from the bedroom behind the closed door.

Sam jumped slightly before turning back to the door. "Okay then..." He said, before heading back inside.

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Bucky woke up slowly, stretching as he yawned. Turning in his bed, he flopped his hand on the other side of the bed. His tired smile turned into a frown as his hand didn't land on Sam, but on the cold sheets below.

Getting out of bed, Bucky could hear the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen and the smell of plums. He padded over to the kitchen, finding Sam standing by the stove.

"Hey." Bucky greeted, leaning against the counter.

"Morning, babe." Sam replied with a smirk.

Bucky grinned, kissing Sam on the cheek.

"Where were you this morning? I missed you." Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around Sam's waist.

"I went to get coffee." Sam replied, pulling away slightly so he could kiss Bucky on the lips.

"Did you talk to Steve?" Bucky asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I told him I wanted to propose to you."

Sam's eyes widened, before quickly looking away from Bucky.

Well, that's one way of doing it.

Bucky was equally as shocked, but he knew Sam had been planning this for a while now.

Sam wasn't good at hiding secrets.

"So, what do you say?" Sam asked nervously.

Bucky was silent for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah, I'll marry you."

#sam wilson #falcon and the winter solider spoilers #bucky barnes #sam and bucky #sambucky #winterfalcon #cute #gay #marvel mcu #the avengers #fluff

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pansexual-chocolate · 11 months

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My Black Anarchy babies!

i love them so much. My anarchist soul is eating good.

#spiderpunk #hobie brown #Luna Lafaye #Katherine “Kat” Koniqua Elliot #karli morgenthau #across the spiderverse #wendell and wild #moon girl and devil dinosaur #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #Anarchist #Alternative black characters #I need more of this #Good babies

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More than friends

♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You are eager to help Bucky prepare for a date, but he would rather stay home with you.

♡ Warnings: light angst, fluff (idiots in love)

Bucky watched as she paced around, listing off date ideas.

“A carnival would be so romantic— do we have any carnivals around here?” She paused, scratching her head. “Never mind, maybe a relaxing walk… OH— A picnic!”

She faced Bucky, waiting for his reaction to what she thought was a brilliant idea.

Bucky just shrugged, not giving her the feedback she had wanted.

“Doll, I appreciate you but… I don’t know…” He trailed off, causing her to frown.

“Buck don’t be nervous, Leah is super sweet.”

“I’m not nervous, I just… Its…” He mumbled, trying to find the right words, but the way she was looking at him, so eager to get him to this date. He wondered if it was possible that she’d feel the same way.

He was crazy about her. But Bucky being well… Bucky. He never voiced how he felt, even though he wanted to. He assumed she didn’t feel the same about him, which hurt.

She seemed happy helping him plan for this date, which she planned. Bucky politely tried to say no to her idea, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

He liked seeing her happy, and if that meant going on dates she planned for him… Well, so be it.

“I’ll make sure you look handsome, not that you need help in that department.” She told him, going through his closet.

Bucky became flustered at her compliment, knowing she most likely didn’t mean it like that. But it affected him nonetheless.

"Handsome?" He questioned, making sure he'd heard her right.

"Duh, have you looked in the mirror?" She asked, looking at him like he was crazy.

Bucky didn't think it was possible for more blood to rush to his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he adjusted himself in his seat.

"You feeling a button-up or a long sleeved shirt?" She asked him, holding up the two options.

"Long sleeved." He answered too quickly.

"Buck, she won't judge you." She told him, trying to ease his anxiety about showing his metal arm.

"How do you know?" He asked, raising his brows.

"I don't know, but I know she's nice. It doesn't seem like something she'd do," She countered, "Besides the metal arm is hot."

Bucky's eyes widened at her confession, looking at her intensely. She seemed to realize what she had said, her cheeks turning scarlet.

"I- I mean... I was saying that your arm would look hot- Look good in a button-up... I mean I didn't- It's what I meant to say." She got out, stumbling over every other word. She felt embarrassed at what she had said.

She obviously adored Bucky, him being her entire world. She liked seeing him happy, and he seemed content when she would help him with dates. She had wished that it was her going on dates with him numerous times, but pushed the silly thought away. He'd never see her in that way, they were just friends.

Bucky's chuckle got her attention.

"You think my arm is hot?" He teased, loving the way she'd get flustered. He thought it was adorable.

"I mean't your arm would look good in the button-up."

"That's not what you said." He teased again.

"Are you feeling okay?" She asked, "Because thats definitely what I said."

"Are you feeling okay? You seem flushed Doll." He asked in mock concern.

"I feel perfectly fine. Now what you gonna pick?" She rushed out, wanting to change the topic.

Bucky wasn't having that, he wanted to know why she was getting all nervous all of a sudden. He had hoped it was because she might feel the same way. He had gotten courageous suddenly, wanting to confess how he felt.

"(Y/n)... I don't think I wanna go out." He started, not wanting to jump straight to the point.

She frowned, suddenly concerned that something was wrong. Her heart ached that he was possibly feeling anxious, and she wanted to be the one to reassure him.

"Oh Buck, what's going on?" She asked him softly, giving him her full focus.

He noticed her worried eyes, he didn't think it was possible to fall more in love.

"I've just changed my mind, I don't wanna go. I wanna stay here, with you." He told her, watching her expression switch from concerned to confused.

"Why? You don't like Leah? Thought you guys hit it off at Izzy's?"

"Doll, I was ordering a drink... And she works there." He corrected her, watching her cheeks go scarlet from slight embarrassment.

"Whatever, you guys would be good together."

"Why do you keep doing that?" He questioned.

"Doing what?"

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her trying to play dumb. Although deep down he found it adorable.

"You keep pushing me to go on dates- talk to girls. I'm starting to feel like you're trying to get rid of me." He teased, but felt insecure by his own words.

"No Buck it's not like that I... I just want..." She stumbled, "I was just trying to make you happy. You seemed happy when I would help you out, I'm sorry."

His heart thumped loudly, wishing he could pull her into his embrace. She was too compassionate for this world, her soul too pure.

"I was happy." He told her truthfully, causing her to furrow her brows in confusion.

"But you just sai-"

"I was happy because I was with you." He rushed out, "All that time we sat around as you listed off date ideas. When we'd go on long walks and you'd tell me about a new girl you thought I'd like. The hours you spent searching my closet for something I could wear for a date. I was happy because I got to spend time with you. I wasn't thinking about the girls you were throwing at me, I was only thinking about you."

"Oh." Was all she could say, the butterflies in her stomach becoming overwhelming.

His gaze was piercing, causing her to break eye contact. Fiddling with her fingers instead.

"You were thinking about me because... You uh..." She trailed off, feeling suddenly very vulnerable.

There was still a chance Bucky was speaking as a friend. She didn't know if she could take such rejection from him.

"Because I love you." He finally confessed. A weight feeling like it was lifted off his chest, while anxiety swarmed within him.

She was taken aback, and she almost couldn't believe what she had heard. Bucky loves me? It was too good to be true.

"You... You love me?" She whispered out, his confession leaving her breathless.

"Doll, you're my everything. I've loved you for awhile, and I never said anything because... You were always trying to set me up, and I just thought you didn't feel the same way." He spoke softly to her, noticing her glossy eyes.

He feared he may have ruined their friendship, by the looks of her teary eyes.

"Buck... I've liked- loved you for a long time... And I..." She paused, swallowing a sob. "I just didn't think you'd ever feel the same way."

Bucky's chest filled with warmth at her confession, and he couldn't believe someone as tainted as him, deserved someone like her. But he was selfish, and he wanted her.

"Doll, you're beautiful, brilliant and you have the best dad jokes. Why do you think I wouldn't fall for you? You're the only one I'll ever want."

"I'm not special Buck... I'm just... Basic. The dad jokes are all I've got." She tried to joke, but an escaping tear caught his attention.

Standing up and walking over to her, he reached up his flesh hand. Grabbing the side of her face, tilting her head up to where their eyes met. Gently his thumb wiped away the moisture, his thumb tracing all the way down to her quivering lip. Stopping there.

"You are incredibly special to me, (Y/n)." He spoke genuinely, her eyes shining with adoration.

She felt nervous under his intense gaze, the butterflies threatening to burst from her stomach. His touch causing her skin to heat up. They had stolen friendly touches here and there, but this was way more intimate.

"I don't really know how to do... Relationships... I don't wanna mess anything up." She whispered, her eyes dancing down to his lips real quick, then back up to his steel blue orbs.

"You're not gonna mess anything up." He chuckled, stroking her bottom lip.

"How are you so sure?"

"You could never mess anything up... Just please don't leave me." He told her, his eyes shifting down to her mouth when she wetted her lips.

"Well you're in luck then." She huffed out, sliding her hands around his waist, tugging on his lower back, pulling his front flush to hers.

"Why's that Doll?" He got out breathlessly, the feeling of her body pressed up against his, being too much for him.

"I don't think I could ever leave you," She told him, "I don't wanna live in a world without you in it."

A/N: thank you @foreverrandomwritings for beta reading <3

#bucky x y/n #buckybarnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #imagine #marvel imagines #one shot #reader insert #marvel cinematic universe #tfatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #idiots in love

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haflacky · 1 year

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Happy birthday to Bucky Barnes 🥳💕

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loki-quinn · 10 months

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I present to you all!

Grumpy Bucky Bear!

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abbatoirablaze · 9 months

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Locked Up Master List

This series is complete! ✔️

Working in a prison is hard. The only thing that could possibly be any harder would be to be a woman working in the prison. But that's the reality for the new prison shrink, the junior doctor in the medical ward, and one of the correctional officers.

They're surrounded by some of the worst men in the country, working in the federal prison.

There are the mafioso heads, James Buchanan Barnes and Steve Rogers. Former military who turned back to the family business once they got through their contracts. Only to get a reputation of disposing of bodies as long as their rap sheets. And while these two one-time best friends manage to be civil enough inside the walls, Barnes has already promised to repay Rogers for taking his arm before their trial.

But they're just the tip of the iceberg. There are far more dangerous men in the prison. Like Robert Pronge a paranoid schizophrenic who was a hitman for nearly ten years.

Or the suave, cannibalistic serial killer, Doctor Brendan Steven Kemp.

Or the eccentric billionaire playboy who murdered his grandfather for the fortune, Ransom Drysdale.

But sometimes it's not the ones who appear the most dangerous that have the most pull in the prison. It might just be the quiet and calm Curtis Everett.

Or even the warden, a certain sheriff that managed to campaign his way all the way up to the coveted chair.

There are far too many dangerous things lurking around the corridors of the prison. And unfortunately these women are Locked Up with them every single day.

This is going to be a dark series. Chapters will have individual tags, but this will include: noncon relationships, rape, blackmail, murder, violence, and more.

The Shrink

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 -The Riot

Chapter 11-The Riot

Chapter 14-Two Weeks Later

Chapter 18-Starting Over Part 2

The Junior Doctor

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 -The Riot

Chapter 12-The Riot

Chapter 15-Starting Over

The Correctional Officer

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10-The Riot

Chapter 13-The Riot

Chapter 16-After The Riots

Chapter 17-A Lasting Legacy

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multific · 1 year

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If He doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing will

Cruella!Helmut Zemo x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Summary: Helmut Zemo, the best designer, a cold and manipulative man. You, a barista, a kind and gentle person. Nothing common between you two yet fate had its ways to toy with you.

A/N: None of the above pictures are mine, all rights go to their owners, especially the beautiful work of art by @enstatia which inspired this whole story.

Baron Helmut Zemo is the best fashion designer in the entire world.

He was rich, smart and elegant. He was adored by some and hated by many.

He wasn't a gentleman, he was rude and cunning, and he always got what he wanted. In the name of fashion, he had done many terrible things.

The Sokovian noble born became a well-known name in the entire world after his first collection.

Most people knew him for his famous furs, others knew him because he liked to crush the competition, literally.

He always said, fashion isn't kind, so why should he be?

You were always fascinated by fashion, even if you didn't have a taste for it or the money to afford it.

But Zemo's collections always stood out for you, you spent many many hours looking at his clothing. His taste and creativity were beyond everything you could ever imagine.

But you will never be able to afford anything of his, working in a coffee shop certainly didn't give you the paycheck of your dreams, if you were honest you barely made enough to live but you dreamed big.

You let out a long sigh as you were getting ready to close the store finally. A long shift and you were the only one remaining to close it all up.

Just as you were sweeping the floors, a man came rushing in, he was heaving, he clearly had a run, but who would run in a suit like that?

"We are cl-"

"PLEASE! I need a double espresso urgently."

"Sorry, Sir."

"I NEED that coffee or my boss will kill me! Please! I pay extra, double, triple whatever but I need that coffee." he was desperate, probably a new started who was trying to impress their boss.

"Okay." you ended up saying. "But! This is the first and only time! You have to come next time during open hours!"

"Thank you! THANK YOU!"

You made the coffee as best as you could in your tired state before handing it to him.

He really did leave a nice tip for you and was soon out the door, running.

You shook your head and closed up.

The next day, everything went normally. Customers came, left, some leaving you nice tips.

Then, when you stood behind the bar, he arrived again.

"Hello. Coming this time during normal hours." he laughed lightly. "Look my boss really liked the coffee you made for him, so I'll have to come here regularly from now on, maybe even more than once a day. So, I'll always order the same, double espresso, like you made yesterday and for me a cappuccino."

And just like he said, he came to the store every morning at 7:50 sharp, ordered the same thing every time and occasionally, he arrived in the afternoon.

"I do see why Boss likes your coffee, the cappuccino you made for me was amazing."

He was your first regular customer. He told you he worked for a big company and had a husband and a german shepherd. He was talkative as if he didn't have anyone to talk to about these things during the day.

Then, one day, he didn't come in the morning.

It was strange coming from someone sharp.

But, you went on with your day, and just as you were ready to close, the front doorbell sounded off.

It gave you deja vu.

"Sorry, but we are closi-" you stopped immediately when you noticed the man in front of you.

Baron Helmut Zemo.

The leading man in fashion, in this little store.

"I didn't have my espresso today, you see my assistant got sick."

That explained a lot, like how he was always so dressed and in a hurry.

You didn't know what to do. To deny him coffee would be a death sentence.

He sat down at a table like it was the most casual thing.

You made him the coffee, just like you always did.

"Anything else I could get you?" you asked as you placed the mug in front of him.

"No, thank you." as he picked up the mug his hand brushed against yours.

He was much nicer than people made him in their stories. Maybe he was having a good day, you didn't want to poke around, so you left and went back to whipping tables and cleaning the floor.

When he finished, he left you a good tip and without another word, he was off.

Everything happened so fast, you wondered if it was even real.

In the end, you convinced yourself that it couldn't possibly be Baron Zemo, and you just moved on.

The next day, the assistant guy didn't come nor did Zemo so you really must have been imagining things.

However on the third day, just before closing time, both arrived.

"We are still in time right?" asked the assistant, whose name you just remembered being Bucky. "Can I also get a slice of that chocolate cake please?" he asked as he ordered while the Baron sat down. You knew better so you acted like a professional and served them both.

And while they talked about work, you cleaned the tables.

"Y/N." you heard your name being called, nearly making you jump. "Can you help us?"

"No need to bother her, James, I know what I want."

Bucky rolled his eyes as you walked over, you looked at the drawings in front of them.

Two beautiful suits, one dark with fur around the neck, white with black dots, reminded you of dalmatians, the other suit just as beautiful, dark green with gold embellishments. Both are similar styles for a very very rich man.

"Which one do you think is better?" you looked at both of them.

"Both look really nice."

"You have to pick." said the Baron and you picked up both papers.

"I like this one better." you said placing the dotted one back on the table. Zemo had a smirk on his face while Bucky huffed. "But it's missing something." you said as your eyes were glued to the paper.

"Boss said the same thing." said Bucky before taking the other drawing and putting it away.

"Is it for a man or woman?" you asked as it wasn't clear from the drawing, your question was for Bucky but Zemo answered.

"It's for me. It will be made out of fur, real fur, but as you said, it's missing something. And I'm not going to the fashion show with an incomplete piece."

Then you remembered something.

"Do you have pencils?" you asked and Bucky nodded, he gave you the box of coloured pencils.

They both watched you as you did something.

You showed them both.

You added red gloves. Ones that were missing on the fingers.

They both went silent. Completely silent and you knew you messed up.

"I-I'm sorry. I ruined it." you were about to place it on the table when the Baron grabbed it and looked at it.

"He loves it." said Bucky. "He always has that face when he loves something.

"Incredible! You have an eye for fashion!"

"I really don't, Sir. I just-"

"Come with me to the fashion show in Rome! I need your eye, your talent is impeccable."

You tried to refuse, you really did. But it was hard to argue with a Baron. And in the end, you had to go. Because who were you to say no?

You told your boss you are sick, so you won't be able to make it for two weeks.

You couldn't believe you were going to miss work, but the nice check the Baron put into your hands was twice as much as you made in three months.

"For your time." he said when he placed it into your hands. And you nearly doubled over at the amount written on it.

"This is too much."

"Not at all. It's barely anything for your time." he said as he left.

You learned he loved to have the last word.

And now here you were, looking into your wardrobe, realizing just how poor you were.

You didn't even have decent clothes to wear to work let alone to the biggest fashion event!

Then the packages arrived.

Clothes, some were so new they weren't even announced just yet.

And a simple note that the delivery guy handed you as Bucky carried the boxes into your tiny apartment.

'Wear these. H.Z.'

A simple message, you couldn't question it. Then you realized you never even tell him your address let alone your sizes to be able to send you clothes.

"Bucky? How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, easy, Boss told me, he had a feeling you wouldn't have any dresses for a fashion event, so he sent me along, you should try them on."

He sat down on your couch sipping a glass of wine.

Just where did he get the wine from? And how did his boss know where you lived?

And again, you couldn't say no, so you tried everything on. If you were honest you were impressed and also happy to have Bucky there, you had a great time.

Then, the day came.

But instead of Bucky, a driver came to pick you up. It was a luxurious car which drove you to the airport.

You didn't even dare to talk to him, but you do remember his name when he introduced himself, Frederick.

He looked like the kind of intimidating guy who was actually really sweet and kind. But you rather not push his buttons.

"Here she is." said the Baron as you got out of the car, a luxurious jet awaiting the two of you. "James sadly couldn't make it, his husband had an accident and he wanted to stay with him. But fashion doesn't wait so it will be the two of us on this trip, I hope that is okay with you."

"Most certainly." you said as he lead you into the jet and showed you where everything was.

You weren't sure why you were even there, because he liked your idea of red gloves? Because you made good coffee? Why were you there?!

"I can almost hear you thinking, how about we do something creative instead of your worries." he thought you were scared of flying. You weren't. But it was a better excuse than the fact that you had a very handsome and rich man sitting right across from you and it made you nervous.

He placed a couple of drawings in front of you, all with women's clothing this time, gorgeous gowns and suits.

"Which one should be the centrepiece of my show?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair, watching you closely

You looked at him for a moment before looking at the table, why was he asking you? He must have one already.

Collections don't come out unless you have one, do they?

You looked at him as he was sipping some champagne before your eyes moved across the drawings.

Was this a test? It had to be. He had to be toying with you. Or it could be genuine, but you had your doubts.

You picked the dress you liked the most and he nodded.

He didn't comment or ask anything, he just simply nodded and left it at that.

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When you arrived in Rome, your breath was taken away. This lifestyle. This level of luxury that came so naturally for him was something you never even imagined.

You got a room in the most expensive hotel, your room was more like an apartment. The view was gorgeous.

And again, you asked yourself, what were you doing there?

Then the phone in the room rang, and you picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Darling, let's go and get something to eat, you must be hungry from the flight." It was Zemo.

"Oh, sure."

"Let's meet in the lobby, 10 minutes?"

And sure enough, ten minutes later, there he was, standing in the middle like a King in a gorgeous deep wine-red suit. While you had jeans and a shirt on... great. You should have changed.

As he turned and saw you, he did make a face, he hoped you didn't see, but you surely did.

Half of the things on the menu, you couldn't even pronounce, so you stuck with something you knew, hamburgers and fries. It also worried you that you couldn't find the prices.

Zemo got something very Italian. By the sound of it.

It looked really nice, some nice pasta, cheese, but your burger, oh, your burger was everything.

It was so delicious, you nearly went blind eating it. And the fries were beyond this world.

"I hope you are enjoying yourself, is your room appropriate?"

"More than that. I have a huge balcony, I can see the Colosseum from there!"

"Glad to hear that you enjoy it. What about the dresses? I sent you a couple, do you not like them?" his brows furrowed as he pointed at your top.

"Oh, they are beautiful, but I just wasn't sure when to wear them."

"Whenever you see fit. They are yours after all." he said that but he clearly didn't mean it. He wanted you to wear those dresses, it was clear.

"They cannot be mine, they are way too expensive." you argued as you thought he only gave them for the trip.

"I made them just for you, they only fit you." you really didn't want to believe him.

But you went along with it.

You knew better than to argue with Baron Zemo himself.

Later that evening, you sat out on the balcony, taking in the view then suddenly something hit you.

"Did he say he MADE them just for me?" sudden realization hit you like a train.

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The first day of the fashion show, you felt really out of place. Even with the beautiful dress you had on, you didn't feel comfortable at all.

You were nervous as you entered the car and you were even more nervous when you realized that there are paparazzi.

"Take deep breaths, don't look into the flash and you'll be fine. And smile." Zemo said as he put his arm around you and guided you through the crowd. People were trying to ask questions but he only waved and smiled.

And then, you were inside.

The first show wasn't Zemo's. It was a woman's collection. Filled with colour and texture. Not really your style, but you just sat there, not making any faces. There were too many cameras watching, if they caught you at the wrong time, your life could be over.

"What do you think?" asked Zemo as he leaned over and into your ear. You were in the middle of watching another oversized coat walk down the runway.

"Not my favourite. Everything is too big, it swallows them." you said honestly, turning to him, hoping no one heard you.

"Quite right, My Dear." he said before leaning back and continuing to watch.

About three more collections later, that day was done.

And the fact that you didn't like anything... worried you. Zemo asked every time, how you like it, but you could never say a good thing.

How can someone be exhausted after such a day?

All you had to do was sit and smile occasionally when Zemo introduced you to people.

Oh, the number of men and women who could kill you with their eyes just to be standing next to the man who kept his arm around your waist.

He always introduced you as a friend, but the looks you received from people were not meant for a friend. They saw you as a threat.

But now, you were back at the hotel, sitting on the balcony, still in that gorgeous dress as you enjoyed your view.

You promised yourself that morning that you are going to enjoy your time here. After all, who knew if you would ever be able to make it back to Rome anytime soon or ever in your life for that matter.

"Darling?" the voice came from the room and it made you jump in your seat.

"Zemo?"

"Here you are. I see you do enjoy the view." he sat down next to you in another chair, looking at you, not the view.

"It's beautiful. How did you get into my room?"

"It is breathtaking. I came to ask if you are ready for dinner, I see you didn't change." he just completely ignored your question.

"I like this dress. And yes, I'm ready for dinner." you said as you looked at him, eyes shining but he didn't smile, he simply nodded and guided you to the dining hall.

Dinner was as delicious as the day before. You were a bit more daring regarding the food you ordered.

"Tell me about yourself." he suddenly said. Now you were glad you didn't have any food or drink in your mouth.

Why would he be interested?

But he genuinely looked like he cared, and what harm would it be to tell him?

Not like he really cared, he probably just wanted you to ask the same from him and after you told your story, you did ask him.

But he dodged the question and instead told you how tomorrow will go down.

A three-day fashion event. Was that too much or too little? You weren't sure.

But your second day was much like the first, except it was longer.

The day before Zemo made you promise that you'd wear the pink dress he sent you.

Much like the day before, he came to pick you up in the morning, complimenting you while he looked like a nicely wrapped box of bonbons.

The man looked way too good for his own good.

He sat in the car with you, looking out the window, you enjoyed the view.

"Hopefully today we will see something we actually like. What would you like to see?" he asked.

"I want to see yours." you said without any hesitation.

"Hm, you do have good taste." he said just before the car stopped.

Another day without seeing any interesting pieces. You did see one thing, a kind of duo chrome gown, it looked promising, but the back of it... horrible.

You made a face which amused Zemo. He did notice how hopefull you were and then you saw the back.

And now you learned that Zemo's collection will be tomorrow, the last day, the grand finale.

You were about to get dressed when there was a knock on your door, a woman came in with a gorgeous dress, you recognized it from the sketches Zemo showed you on the plane.

"Miss, Mr Zemo send us as he was required before the show. He sent us to get you there, we have a car ready."

The fact that you had to go alone scared you a tad bit. But you did understand why he would be there earlier.

You felt like a Goddess honestly, the dress was perfect. You can imagine him in his room, perfecting every detail before sending it over to you.

You knew he wouldn't give out anything less than perfect from his hands.

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"To us." he said lifting his champagne, "To the perfect show." he said as you clicked your glass against his. You smiled as you lifted the glass to your lips.

"To you." you said. "Your amazing collection."

"Precisely." he said and nodded. "Wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Darlin’."

And then you suddenly realized.

It was your last day there, last dinner with him and you knew you were going to miss him.

You'll have to go back to the life of a barista. And you were okay with that. You never expected this to happen, so even the fact that it did give you a reason to go forward.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked when the waitress left after she poured you two glasses of wine.

"Go ahead." he said as he lifted his glass.

"Why did you invite me? What is your real reason? Because I'm still confused by it."

"Beauty is something I always thrived for. I always wanted to achieve perfection. With my clothes especially. When Bucky mentioned this new shop with the kind barista I didn't think much. But he started to mention you more and more. And then I went to see you for myself, you took my breath away. You inspired me as a muse would. Something I have never had. I always worked for myself, but now, now I create for you, Darlin’."

You still didn't want to believe him. You weren't that beautiful, you weren't even thin.

"I-"

"I know you doubt yourself. I see it in your eyes. But there is nothing to doubt. Your beauty is extraordinary. You might not see it, your body, and your curves would drive any man crazy, including me. And your personality, you are shining my Darling. Like today, in that dress, I couldn't stop looking at you. Breathtaking, you always look breathtaking but when I see you wear something I made, it does something to me."

You were not sure if this was some weird kink of his. Picking up unsuspecting broke women and then living a fantasy through them. But the way his eyes shined told you he wasn't lying nor was this a weird kink. Adoration is what you saw. But then, why didn't you believe him? Why couldn't you? Could it be what he said before? The way you doubt yourself, it can be getting in your way.

"I'm not that special."

"You don't see what I see. Do you think I get everyone on a plane to Rome because they thought of adding red gloves to a suit? You are exquisite, and I planned on seducing you. I'm not really good at the love department, but you are special."

Seducing you? Love? Well, the black suit he had on certainly didn't help your situation. He looked way too delicious for his own good. You couldn't think straight.

"Are you serious or are you playing with me? Is this some game rich people play?"

"No game, Darling. I'm serious about my feelings." this is when the waitress arrived with your food. He studied your face. "You do not believe me."

"It's hard to. It's hard to believe that a man of your level would ever be interested in someone like me. I'm a simple woman, a barista while you are the best fashion designer in the entire world."

"Do titles bother you that much?"

"When it's this huge, yes. What will people think? You with me? Me with you? They will think I blackmailed you, that I'm a golddigger or something."

"Don't be silly, Love. I do not care what others say about me. My work speaks for itself. But if you really are not interested, I'll understand."

"It's not..." you looked around, no one was paying any attention. "It's not that I'm not interested in you. It's just hard to process your declaration of love when your face barely moves."

"I trained myself. So I wouldn't get wrinkles."

Of course, he did.

"How can I prove myself? How can I prove that my feelings are true?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"I brought you on many dates. Every day, I saw every lunch, breakfast and dinner as a date. Even if you didn't. Which now I realize you might not have. I should have told you from the beginning, but I needed to know who the angel who made those amazing espressos was. And I really found an angel. I watched you as you worked, cleaned the store when you were ready to close and I walked in."

"I need to think." you said honestly.

"Of course, I never expected you to be ready with an answer. But please know, I am serious."

Rest of the dinner, you spent quietly, eating and trying to think.

Why did he have to look so delicious in his suit?! It wasn't fair.

Your mind couldn't even register that evening or the next morning, nor the flight nor when you stood in front of your apartment while Zemo's driver got your suitcases out. You arrived with more than you left with.

You turned and looked at Zemo.

"Thank you again for the opportunity and the amazing memories." he only nodded once before you walked away from him.

Zemo had a cold heart. His industry and past made him this way, but he could feel his cold heart break into millions of pieces as he watched you walk away and the door closed behind you. He got back into the car and headed home, home into the cold mansion where he lived all alone.

You couldn't even unpack. Your suitcases have been in the same place as you left them days ago when you arrived home.

So many thoughts yet your mind was blank, and your heart hurt.

But why was it hurting so badly? The look in his eyes as you said goodbye. It was as if he was a different person, not the kind Zemo you saw at the shows, not the Zemo who laughed with you as you looked at all the dresses and discussed them at dinner.

It was the cold and old Zemo who walked into your work many days ago.

Today was your day off.

You haven't seen or heard about Zemo or Bucky at all. You figured they were busy after such an amazing show.

You pulled out your phone and smiled as you looked at all the photos you took.

During many days you and Zemo went around Rome, being tourists he guided you through the streets as if he was living there for years.

How did you fail to see the look in his eyes? He took so many photos of you at your request and then you stopped at one.

It was a selfie of you and Zemo. You remember how grumpy he was but you ended up getting a picture where he was in the background.

Then photos of the last show, his show.

You took many photos of him.

And then, as if someone poured cold water all over you.

He was wearing the suit. THE SUIT, with the red gloves.

"You picked this one out." he said when you complimented him. At the time you only laughed it off not believing him.

And you realized your many mistakes.

You were too blind to realize what was happening right in front of you.

You fell in love.

You fell in love with him and you didn't even know it.

Now, the place on your waist where he always had his hand felt hot, burning. You couldn't believe how stupid you were.

How could you ignore his feelings? The way he looked at you, the way he held you and walked with you.

"I wouldn't have anyone else by my side, Love." he said one day and it all came crushing down.

You wanted to yell. Scream.

How could you done this?! Who cares about titles? Who cares about who he was.

All you cared about was him.

The way he looked at you, the way he smelled and the way he cared for you.

You rushed out of your apartment and got a taxi.

Only when you stood in front of the building you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You walked in and the receptionist gave you a look.

She probably had a strong feeling towards the crocks you wore, the sweatpants and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.

"How may I help?"

"I'm here to speak with Helmut Zemo? I have an urgent matter." she gave you another look.

"Sure, I'll call security."

"No, please I'm serious, can you at least call him? Or his assistant? Bucky Barnes? They know me, I promise."

She only raise her brow as security started to walk towards you.

"Ma'am, please." one man said and you really didn't want to cause a scene.

"Please, just call Bucky at least, I really-"

"Y/N?" all of you looked at Bucky who just exited the elevator. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr Barnes we are about to get this lady out, I apologize for the scene."

As the bodyguard grabbed your arm Bucky almost growled at the man.

"HEY, let her go. I really don't think your boss would appreciate you touching her and you," he continued pointing at the receptionist. "You throw people out without confirming if we expect them or not?"

"Sir, sorry but I didn't think-"

"Exactly, you didn't think, but you wouldn't know so, I suggest you do your job properly from now."

"Yes, Sir. I apologize."

Bucky got you into the elevator as he looked at you. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk with Helmut."

Bucky smirked. "Oh it's just like a romantic movie, the heroine realizes her love for the cold hearted man and rushes to confess to him." Bucky said with a dreamy voice. "But wait! What are you wearing?!"

"I was home! what am I supposed to wear at home?"

"You need to change." he said as he pushed a different button on the elevator. "Hair, make up and dress."

And again, you knew better than to argue with Bucky.

About two hours later, you felt and looked like a completely different woman.

"Much better."

"I don't even want to know how much the clothes cost."

"Then don't ask. He's free now, probably in his office mopping."

"Why would he be cleaning?"

"Not that kind of mopping. He is sad because he let you go. SO ROMANTIC."

"Bucky." you said as you went up the elevator, top floor to finally do what you were ready to do 2 hours ago. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You wouldn't even have to say anything just go in, kiss him and boom. Wedding." you wanted to laugh. "Good luck." he said as he stopped in front of a huge door. He knocked before rushing off like a child.

"Come in." you heard his voice inside and you slowly opened the door.

He was sitting in his chair, his back to you. "What do you need Bucky, I told you I don't have the dresses, I don't even have ideas."

"Looks like you lost your muse." you said, your heart hammering in your chest.

"I did but why are you saying that?" did he really not realize that you were not Bucky?

"Why don't you get it back?"

"I told you I-" this time he turned and noticed you. He was, of course, wearing a suit, he look at you as if you were a ghost. "Darlin’? Am I imagining things?"

"No, and I'm sorry for being so blind. I came to tell you that if you want to, I'd like to try... us." you watched as he stood up from his chair.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded as he took steps towards you. He placed his palm against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

A kiss to make sure you were real, a kiss to finally mend and melt his heart.

When he pulled back, you smiled at him.

"You look stunning."

"Thank Bucky."

"Of course."

"But I do want my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt back!" he couldn't even comprehend what you just said. He was way too happy to fully process it.

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That Christmas, you were already living with him.

You had a rather difficult time finding something for him as a gift, but then you came up with the perfect one and with the help of Bucky, you got just the thing.

You couldn't wait for his reaction to see it.

You smiled as you opened all of your gifts, clothes, jewellery, and a trip to Japan. Everything is absolutely amazing.

"Thank you, Babe, now, it's your turn."

"We said nothing serious." he said motioning towards the huge box you had in your hand which you just brought it.

"I know, open it."

Helmut looked at you and then at the box. He opened it, and then immediately looked up at you.

"What-"

You reached into the box and pulled out the small puppy and handed her to him.

"You can name her, she is a nine week old-"

"Dalmatian." he finished your sentence as he took the puppy from you. The puppy immediately started to lick his face. You smiled.

"You like her?"

He looked up at you and nodded.

"I thought I already had the best present be you, but this is amazing. Thank you, Love."

You pulled out your phone and took many many photos of him and the dog.

"What should be her name?" you asked as you watched the puppy sleep while you and Helmut cuddled on the couch.

"Cruella De Vil." you laughed slightly.

"Of course, you'd pick a name like this." you shook your head. "Cruella it is then."

You leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips as he pulled you even closer before another movie started on the TV.

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It ain't a live action Marvel Disney+ series until a title character bawls huh

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He was sunshine I was midnight rain

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🎶 it's finally me and you, and you and me, just us, and your friend Steve. Do-do-do-do-do-do, Steve. 🎶

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Who’s in control now

Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Helmut Zemo

Summary: Bucky get’s back at Zemo for what he did to him in Madripoor

Zemo hissed as he sat on the couch, Bucky and Sam sat opposite him. He tried to hide the discomfort on his face from the soreness of his ass. There were most certainly red marks now adorning his pale skin, ones that would last a day or even two and would bruise, nonetheless. Sam had just returned from the funeral and was updating the two on what had happened.

“Then Walker showed up, Karli ran off and I couldn’t stop her” Sam said in annoyance. Walker had been nothing but trouble since they started their mission with the flag smashers and was going to continue to get in their way.

“Asshole” Bucky shook his head, groaning under his breath. Even saying his name made him mad. He wanted to rip that shield from Walker and use it himself, to show he was not worthy of that title, that name that only belonged to his dearest friend Steve Rogers.

“We can try and track down Karli, find out where they are headed next, I think they are planning another attack, but she didn’t give any details”.

“Are you sure that’s wise Sam, she’d probably agitated now and will most likely be very hostile towards us” Zemo pointed out, earning a glare from Sam.

“Well, it’s the only way to talk to her”.

“What about Walker” Bucky piped up. Sam was about to answer when a squeal came from Zemo as he shuffled a bit on the couch, thus setting off one of the sore patches on his ass. It was like sitting on sandpaper and rubbing it in. It was excruciating. Zemo had never felt anything like it. He felt embarrassed, shy, and vulnerable. Bucky had done all this to him and there was nothing he could do to take it away. It was there until it healed in its own accord. Creams and ointments would help sooth it, but the redness and soreness were a constant reminder of his and Bucky’s little one on one time.

Zemo realised he had just made a sound, caching both Sam and Bucky’s attention and they looked over at him, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes narrowed. Zemo swallowed hard clearing his throat and tried to look the least out of pain.

“I hit my ankle” Zemo replies quickly, hoping the lie will stray them away from the awkward sounds he was making. Sam gave him a double take before shaking his head. Bucky on the other hand heard loud and clear and he couldn’t stop the smirk appearing on his face, delighted with Zemo’s pain and suffering. That little shit deserved everything he was feeling right now. And yet Bucky wanted to see Zemo squirm even more.

Zemo held the pain inside, distracting himself by drinking his tea. The warm cherry blossom tea was helping him forget about welts on his ass but now and then he looked up to Bucky and saw that look in his eyes. That stare he did to everyone, that narrowed look of dominance and control he now had. Zemo hated to admit but he was starting to like this side of Bucky, the one fighting back. But could he go through another round of punishment.

The group decided to get some rest, having been out all day and exhausted from their recent travels. Sam took himself off to his bedroom located on one side of the room, his head spinning from everything. He needed to work out how they were going to get to Karli and also this debt that he and Sarah were in. Zemo also took himself off to bed, entering his own bedroom on the other side. He was about to shut the door when a metal arm shoved it open, Bucky forcing his way inside and slamming it behind. His hand instantly gripped the collar of Zemo’s turtleneck and shoved him against the door, catching him by surprise.

Zemo groaned as his ass hit the door, sending off the intense pain he was trying to get away from and Bucky smirked. The baron was vulnerable and completely his now.

“Did that hurt?” Bucky said cruelly and Zemo took a deep breath.

“Did you want it to” Zemo teased back, and Bucky clenched his jaw. Zemo always found a way to rile him up but that wasn’t going to happen any longer.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, from now on you do everything I tell you, your mine now” Zemo chuckled.

“Really and if I don’t” Bucky moved one hand from Zemo’s neck and grabbed his crotch tightly with his metal arm, twisting and turning his aching cock. Zemo hissed and gritted his teeth together.

“Or I’ll rip these fucking balls off and you’ll be nothing but a little pussy to use. I’m in control now. If it wasn’t for me, the Dora Milaje would have you in their custody now”. Zemo squirmed in James’s hold and found himself braced against the door, trying his best not to move to tug on the excruciating pain.

“So, you made a deal then… why. Why have you spared me when you could easily have me locked away again” Zemo started to smirk, but Bucky ended it quickly by wrapping his hand around his throat, squeezing hard so that his breathing was almost cut off completely.

“Because you’re a shit Zemo and I’m not done with you, I have many more things planned. By the end you’ll be begging me to stop” Bucky grinned and with his super force, flung Zemo on the bed, hearing the old mattress squeak and bounce. Zemo was caught off guard for sure and he took the moment to catch his breath. The dominant soldier was out again, and he was both fearful and excited to see what was in store.

“Yes Sir” Zemo whispered, and Bucky stalked over to him.

“Now take those piece of shit clothes off and get on your knees like a good boy” Bucky ordered which sent a tingle to Zemo’s cock. He pushed himself off the bed and began to undress, slowly taking his clothes off. Bucky reciprocated, only taking his jacket off and shoes, leaving himself in his tight black top and jeans.

The cold air of the room hit Zemo, perking his nipples, and making his hair stand on edge. Bucky clenched his jaw, eyes running over the vulnerable Zemo as he was reduced to nothing but his skin. His cock was sore and tender as the rope was still tied around it and with every movement, Zemo gritted his teeth, clenching through the uncomfortable feeling. He desperately wanted to untie the rope bulging his dick out but knew that would end in immediate punishment from Bucky. But maybe Zemo wanted that, to see that fire in him come back out, to see a glimpse of the winter soldier doing what he does best, hurt people. Maybe he wanted to be hurt by Bucky. A cruel smile appeared on his lips as he stood there naked in front of Bucky, only completing half of his order.

“Now get on your knees” Bucky ordered again, a deadly stare at Zemo but he didn’t move.

“Did you not hear me” he gritted, and Zemo smirked.

“I heard you James” he took pleasure in calling him James, starting to wind him up again and he could see the anger flash in his eyes, the clench in his jaw and tighten of the vibranium of his arm.

“Get on your fucking knees” Bucky stepped closer, standing almost so his chest was touching Zemo’s and he towered him just. Zemo opened his mouth to speak but received a swift slap to the face, hard enough to send him to his knees, his body slamming on the floor and a hard grunt escaping. Bucky had almost knocked the wind out of him, and Zemo had to take a minute to gather himself. The slap was so powerful it felt like his whole cheek had come off and that was with his flesh hand.

“That’s what happens when you don’t be a good boy” Bucky teased and Zemo sniffled, looking up at Bucky with wet eyes and a cheek the shade of a tomatoe.

“Now, do I need to explain what will happen if you don’t follow my orders” Bucky took another step, this time lifting his foot and pressing it on the swollen and tight cock of Zemo, the pain instantly shooting through his whole body and Zemo had to bite his lip to stop himself from screaming. Although this was fun and games and turning Zemo on, he’d be deeply embarrassed if Sam found out. He was sure Bucky didn’t want Sam knowing either, but he wouldn’t care as much as Zemo.

“No, I-ahhhhh!” Zemo hissed, eyes tightly shutting as Bucky pressed further into the tender spots and Zemo flared his hands around, gritting through the pain.

“No Sir, I understand” Bucky smiled in pleasure and released his pressure. Zemo was out of breath and didn’t have a chance to catch it before Bucky yanked his head by his hair and forced him on his knees, back straight and head held high.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out” Bucky began to open his jeans, reaching in and pulling his cock out, stroking it softly as he watched Zemo obey his order. Zemo stuck his tongue out, eyes wide with delight as Bucky teased the tip of his tongue with his cock. It was warm and soft and big, and Zemo was tingling all over. His cock strained against the rope and felt like it was going to pop any second.

“Just a taste first, only good boys get the whole thing” Bucky stroked the tip over Zemo’s tongue, wetting it and leaving his scent on there. Zemo licked his lips, tasting the warm cock and stuck his tongue out like a dog, almost about to start panting.

Damn you really are a slut Zemo, submitting to James like this

His conscience scolded him, but he didn’t listen to it. He shoved the thought to the back of his mind and looked up at Bucky with those puppy dog eyes, silently begging for more of his cock. Bucky teased his cock over his tongue slowly dipping it in further and further each. Zemo groaned as he shoved it further inside, almost hitting the back of his throat and trying not to gag. The tip reached the back of his tongue, and his nose was nearly pressed into Bucky’s crotch. A metal hand gripped Zemo’s hair tightly, yanking a few strands in the process and forcing his head further until he did start to gag.

“Swallow all of it” Bucky ordered, and Zemo took the deepest breath he could through his nose, breathing through the gag reflex threatening to make him sick and he swallowed the cock as told. Suddenly it was pulled abruptly from him, and he gasped for air quickly before it was shoved straight back in. Bucky groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure as he began to fuck Zemo’s face.

“That’s right, take all my cock like a dirty fucking boy you are” he gritted between his teeth, shoving his cock harder into Zemo’s mouth. Spit dripped from his mouth onto his chin, sloshing as his head was forced back and forth on the large cock, slopping sounds being made from Zemo. He once again had no control and found himself gripping Bucky’s waist for support. Zemo felt him harden in his mouth which sent a tingle through his body. He had made Bucky hard with his mouth and he was loving it. He was pleasing his master. Bucky moaned and held Zemo’s head tightly against his body as he kept his cock inside him, filling his mouth up. Zemo squirmed as if to pull back for air, but Bucky had a tight grip on him and only when he was satisfied did, he let Zemo come up for air. But it wasn’t long before he was shoved back down onto Bucky’s cock, mouth full and eyes watering as he grew rougher with him.

“Fuck Zemo, you want my cum?” Bucky teased and Zemo murmured. He did, he did want his cum. He wanted the soldier’s seed in his mouth. He wanted to be covered in cum and spit and sweat and have the feeling of James on him. He was a dirty boy indeed.

Bucky sped up, gripping his head tightly and just using his mouth to fuck him, his balls slapping on Zemo’s chin with every pound. His orgasm was so close. A few more thrusts and Bucky was cuming inside Zemo’s mouth, spilling his cum over his tongue, sticky and salty. Bucky breathed hard, sweat dripping down the sides of his face and rubbing his cock to fully empty himself. He popped himself out of Zemo’s mouth, watching the cum string out with it and so he rubbed his wet dick over Zemo’s face, covering him in it as well. Zemo gasped and grunted softly, allowing Bucky to humiliate him like that, covering his face in his cum as a sign of ownership as well.

Bucky caught his breath and Zemo had swallowed the cum, his mouth sticky and salty. Bucky shoved his cock back inside before gripping Zemo’s chin tightly and tilting his head up to stare into those eyes of his.

“What do you say?” he demanded.

“Thank you, Sir,” Zemo breathed, and Bucky smirked, giving Zemo a slap to his cheek, not as hard as the one before but it still gave a sting.

“Good boy” Zemo huffed and rubbed his cheek of the pain, looking up at Bucky for further orders.

“Don’t even think about touching yourself in bed tonight because I’ll know. This cock right here belongs to me, and I’ll decide when you touch it or not” another press to his cock sent Zemo hissing and grasping the floor for support. He wouldn’t dare touch himself even though he desperately wanted to. His hard on was trying to force its way through the rope but it was acting as a pretty good chasity.

“No Sir, I wouldn’t dare” he mocked slightly and received a kick to the stomach sending him on the floor onto his back like a dog.

“Any more of that fucking tone with me and I’ll really make sure you can’t sit for a week Zemo” Bucky threatened, and Zemo kept quiet. Bucky turned on his heel, grabbing his shoes and jacket before giving a smirk at the vulnerable Zemo and then leaving him on the floor. Zemo sighed and gathered himself up, falling on the bed in exhaustion.

Hey so I hope you like chapter 2, let me know what you think in the comments and if you want to see more.

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