Warnings: DDLG dynamics, age play, references to sexting if you squint, Daddy kink but no explicit sexual content
A/N: Week 4 (albeit a little late) of my D20 Writing Event, found here! Sorry if this is a hot mess.
Then:
“Do you have a reservation, miss?” The maître d gave you a cursory glance, obviously doubtful. In your skirt and collared shirt, you looked very cute, but a little out of place in such an upscale venue.
You glanced around, trying to peer into the depths of the restaurant, but it was all very private. “I’m, um, supposed to be meeting a date here, but I’ve only seen a photo,” you admitted. “I don’t have a name.”
Suppressing a sigh, they didn’t meet your eyes, “What do they look like? We have a few singles in there at the moment.”
You pulled up the photo your friend had sent you on your phone, showing them the screen. The man pictured had soft brown eyes framed by lashes most girls would kill for and immaculately styled brown hair.
It almost looked like the host paled slightly, “Of course madam, right this way.”
You hastily tucked your phone back in your bag and followed them back to a private room, where the man from the photo was seated at a lavishly decorated table. Candles flickered inside shiny silver votives, the flames making the tableware gleam.
He rose, moving forward to meet you as the host bowed their way out of the room. Capturing your hand, he brushed his lips over your knuckles, “There you are, katzchen, I was growing worried.” He pulled your chair out for you, “Come, sit. I’ve ordered already, I hope that is alright with you.”
You nodded, cheeks warm under his attention, “Thank you. I’m sorry I’m late.” You bit your lip as you contemplated explaining.
“Did something keep you?”
You felt your cheeks warm under his intent gaze, “I, um, thought I might be in the wrong place.” Glancing at your outfit, you added, “Sorry if I’m a little underdressed.”
“Nonsense, you look lovely,” he waved the idea away. “And my apologies, I presumed Mr. Wilson would relay the type of venue to you as well.”
“Sam insisted on being mysterious about it. He wouldn’t even give me your name.”
His eyes widened a bit, “Then I find myself caught with poor manners. My name is Helmut Zemo.” He chuckled, “I’m afraid I had a slight advantage, as I know your name already. Thought I must say, katzchen suits you much better.”
“What does it mean?” You couldn’t place his accent.
“It is Sokovian; it means kitten.” He laughed aloud at your stammered attempts at a response, “If you don’t like it, you must forgive me, Mr. Wilson informed me that you were looking for-”
“No, I do like it,” you murmured.
You were saved further embarrassment by the arrival of dinner. It was some kind of pasta dish in a white sauce. Breathing a sigh of relief, you took a sip of your wine.
“Did Sam tell you about my allergy too?” you asked shyly.
He smiled, “I asked him a great deal of questions.” He sipped his wine, “I was eager to learn about you.”
You offered a coy smile, “Why?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Why wouldn’t I be interested in a pretty thing like you?”
“I know my preferences are,” you paused, “Odd to some people.”
“Not to someone on the other side, katzchen. So, why don’t we bypass the unnecessary shame and you call me what you’ve been wanting to, hm?” Your cheeks grew warm again and he tsked when you didn’t respond, “Come now, little one, let’s not be coy.”
Before you could think better of it, the words had left your lips, “Sorry Daddy.”
A smug grin spread over his lips and he took a sip of his wine, “There’s my sweet girl.”
You were embarrassed by his praise, as nice as it was to hear. You’d been ridiculed for being a little so many times that it felt like a cruel joke to get your hopes up. You cast your gaze down at your plate and took a bite of your food.
“Darling, you’ve nothing to be shy about. We have privacy here, I’ve made sure of it.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve just never been able to- well,” you bit your lip, avoiding his gaze.
“Look at me, katzchen.” Reluctantly, you met his eyes again. “Your days of being afraid and ashamed are behind you. I’ve struggled to find someone to care for since my family perished in Sokovia, but I find you adorable and sweet.” He tilted his head slightly, “I’d like that someone to be you, if you are willing to trust me.” You were afraid, but he seemed earnest; you wanted to trust him. “I know you’ve suffered cruelty in the past, but I can keep you safe from all of that, kleine.”
Finally, you offered a small nod of your head and he smiled.
Now:
“Daddy! Are you home?” You trotted down the hallway, unsure if it was the front door or the kitchen staff.
“In my study,” Helmut’s voice floated out of his home office.
Heart skipping, you hurried to his study, pausing in the doorway as he put things away. You squealed, “You’re home early!” You rushed in and hugged him.
He chuckled, “Darling, you know the rules. Where are we?”
You slunk backwards, hands clasped behind your back, “Your office.”
“And what’s the rule for my office?”
“No running or yelling,” you murmured.
“What was that?”
You repeated louder, “No running or yelling.” He hummed and you added, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He smiled slightly, “You are forgiven. Now come, greet me properly.”
You crossed the floor slowly this time, coming to a halt in front of him before raising your eyes, “Welcome home, Daddy.”
He smirked, “There’s my sweet girl.” He cupped your chin and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Did you miss me?” Nodding, you leaned in for another kiss, but he held you back with a chuckle, “Should I take that as a yes?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Come now, katzchen. You aren’t in trouble.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek, “Talk to me.”
You leaned into his touch, “I did miss you. And I’m happy you’re back early. Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine,” he chuckled. “I only thought that my katzchen could use some extra attention today, based on all the photos you sent me this morning.”
Your cheeks grew warm, “I’m sorry if I bothered you, Daddy.”
He brushed his nose over yours, “You could never.” He took a seat in his desk chair, tugging you down into his lap, “What would you like to do with the rest of the day?”
“Would you read to me?”
“Is that all?”
You bit your lip, “And can we order in for dinner?”
TW: 18+; cockwarming; thigh riding; daddy kink; porn without plot; MINOR DNI
Pairing: Slight dom!Zemo x fem!reader
Summary: Y/N needs some attention but Zemo is working.
Translations*:
Hase- bunny/hare
Liebling- Darling
Kleines Mädchen- Little Girl
Schatz- treasure/sweetheart
Mein- mine/my
*Translations are from google translate so please forgive me if there are errors!!
a/n - I couldn’t sleep so I wrote smut... Sounds about right.
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“Daddyy!!” You whined as you walked into Zemo’s office. “What is it, Hase?” He asked, turning around slightly in his chair to look at you. “I need you.” You pleaded, walking up to him. He hummed in acknowledgement as he thought. “I’m working.” He said, turning back to his work. You whined again, this time coming closer to him. “But Daddy-” You were stopped when you saw Zemo glared at you. “What have I told you about bothering me while I work, hmm?”
“Not to do it..” You admitted, hanging your head. “Good girl. Now how about you sit in my lap till I’m done?” He said, already pulling you closer to him. You sat in his lap as your back met his chest and you rested your face in the crook of his neck.
Being closer to him definitely didn’t help the growing feeling in your core subside. In fact, it made it grow even more and you were certain Helmut could feel the wet patch on your panties. As if he could read your mind, Zemo confirmed your theory by shifting you so that you straddled his thigh. “Daddy?” You questioned, tilting your head. But he merely ignored you and continued working. You only understood what he was doing when he started to bounce his knee, sending little vibrations straight to your core.
You moaned out slightly, hiding your face in his neck. “Such a sensitive Kleines Mädchen.” He said, trailing one of his hands up your thigh, the silk gown being pushed up as he reached closer to your heat. Once he did, he palmed you through your panties and you moaned louder into his ear.
“Is this what you wanted, Mein Hase? Your Daddy to touch you?” He asked and you nodded quickly. “Yes- Daddy!” He rubbed faster over your clit before pulling away completely. You whimpered at the loss of his hand on your bundle of nerves and Helmut chuckled.
“I still have work to do, Schatz. How about you ride my thigh, hmm?” He said, gripping your hips and moving them against his leg. He let go once you were doing it on your own, working to chase that release.
The fabric on your panties felt like fire as they fueled the heat between your legs as you grinded down on your Daddy’s leg. You felt yourself get closer and you picked up your pace, gripping your hands on the desk in front of you for support.
“Can I cum- Daddy- please?” You moaned out and one of Helmut’s hands worked its way up to your neck, squeezing gently. “Go ahead, Kleines Mädchen.” You came with a moan of his title and fell backwards into Zemo’s chest. “Oh Mein Schatz, we aren’t done. You still have to be punished for bothering me while I work.” Helmut announced before shifting you once again, this time, you were now facing him, with your legs wrapped around him and the chair.
He pulled out his cock, and moved your panties towards the side. Your slick made for an easy entrance as he shoved his cock into you. You tilted your head back as you moaned out from the fullness.
You went to move your hips but Helmut grabbed them, stopping you. “I told you, this was a punishment, Liebling. You aren’t going to move until I’m finished with my work, understand?” He asked and you nodded, knowing protests would only make things worse. “Good girl.” He placed a kiss to your lips before pulling you closer to him, laying your chest on top of his, and continuing to type away at his computer.
The slight shift caused his cock to brush against your cervix and you whined slightly. You wanted to move, you really did, your body craved him. But you stayed still, not wanting to get in trouble again. “Daddy.. Please.” You begged and Zemo hummed at the sound. “I’m not done, Mein Hase.” He scolded. You whined again but decided against protest.
You knew Zemo. So you knew he was going to drag this out as long as possible.
Zemo goes into hyper vigilant daddy mode when you are sick, nothing will change my mind. The man has lost everyone close to him so the minute you start feeling unwell he’s brewing cherry blossom tea and looking up old Sokovian soup recipes. He’d absolutely wrap you up in his soft bathrobe (of course he had one custom made for you as well, but he knows when you are sick you prefer the comfort his gives you) and kiss your forehead to see if you feel feverish. If you’re feeling weak or dizzy you can use him as an anchor, he’d just pat his lap and give you a soft “hold on to Daddy, Schatzi” and pull you close. You better believe you’re getting a warm bubble bath as soon as you feel up to it. He’d also give you a bell to ring if you need anything, though it’s completely unused because the baron refuses to let you out of his sight.
I was looking through various websites for knives and they were kinda pricy 😬 some were over a thousand dollars.
It got me thinking of sugar daddy!zemo buying me the ones I've been eyeing,, and with his military background + history of crime, he teaches me to fight with them. he gives me a new pet name “my lil warrior”
thinking of sparring matches 💞 him fixing my form, dodging when I lash out with the blade, crouching down to kick at my leg, and when I topple to the mat he hovers over me with a cheeky grin. he reaches out a hand to help me up and when I accept it he pulls me closer, nose to nose, “I think we need a few more lessons, my love”
