anon requested. dom Zemo + talking down to reader during an argument and then humiliating her about being turned on by it 😳 perhaps while he fucks her throat 😳😳
a/n: don’t even look at me right now
cw: humiliation, semi-public, degradation, punishment, light slapping, suggested denial, d/s, etc... (all consensual)
“Do not test me right now.”
“I can handle myself, you didn’t need to intervene!” You snapped back at Zemo.
“You can’t! Do not be reckless!” He shouted at you.
You were abruptly interrupted by his hand around your throat, forcing you down to your knees.
“Do you see how fucking easy it is to control you?!” Zemo thundered in a dominating display of strength.
Your eyes widened, shocked by how easily he could manhandle you and get you to drop before him. You had overestimated yourself. You certainly thought that you were stronger than you were proving to be.
You were ashamed that the force made arousal flood through you, awakening a part of you that craved to be dominated. Zemo noticed, like he noticed everything.
“And you like it, don’t you? You filthy little slut, you love this!” Zemo sneered.
“Answer me!” The hand around your throat squeezed in a threat.
“Yes, sir...” another wave of heat washed through your body.
“What are you? I want to hear you say it.”
You swallowed hard, fighting back your tears as you submitted to the Baron.
“I’m a... a filthy little slut,” you forced the words past your lips, utterly humiliated.
You were mortified that this demonstration was turning you on, that you were growing aroused from it. Your eyes snapped to Bucky and Sam, who were leaning against the wall with glasses of bourbon, watching the scene unfold before them.
“You like it that they watch too? You really are a whore. Let’s give them something to look at, then!” Zemo ripped your dress from you like it was nothing.
Your cheeks burned in humiliation as Zemo bared your body in front of the other men and tapped the head of his cock against your lips. You didn’t part your lips immediately, still trying to wrap your mind around what was happening. Zemo was angry at you for going against orders and nearly dying when you weren’t strong enough to fight, and now, you were mostly naked on the floor, in front of the three men you worked for.
“Open your mouth or I’ll spank your soaked cunt in front of them too,” Zemo growled.
The threat had you immediately obeying, letting him bury himself down your throat, fucking you at a brutal pace that had you gagging. You’d let him fuck your mouth before, but never in such an aggressive, primal manner.
“You’re a weak, dirty little slut. You can’t fight us, or our enemies; it took nothing to bring you to your knees. Maybe we should just keep you here as our little toy, sucking cock is all you’re good at.”
Tears blinded your vision as he drilled into your throat, making you choke around him. His hand gripped your hair, holding your head still, the other slapping your tits, making you jolt and squeal. You could hear the other men touching themselves to the sight of you, moaning when Zemo was rough with you. You obediently kept your hands behind your back, not wanting to further your punishment.
You had completely soaked through the cotton that hugged your sex, dripping on the floor and making a mess. Zemo pointed it out, loving to humiliate you and watch your body react to it.
A startled gasp escaped you when Zemo tugged your head back by your hair, just as he started to throb. You flinched back from him as he came all over your face and chest, making your skin sticky. It mixed with your tears, and you looked even more pathetic than before.
“You’re going to kneel here, covered in my come, and think about how you’ve acted. This is how disobedient, reckless little sluts are treated until they learn their place!” Zemo snapped, sending a shudder rolling down your spine.
You closed your eyes, the cold tile floors biting into your knees. You would’ve been freezing if not for their gazes on you, keeping your body hot with embarrassment. Zemo knew exactly how to ensure you wouldn’t disobey orders, putting you in your place, and on display for everyone to witness.
Zemo made you kneel there, in the middle of the living room, for hours while they worked, openly staring at you every once in a while.
“Go clean yourself up,” Zemo ordered as they finished working and headed toward the kitchen to make dinner.
You scrambled to your feet, nearly toppling over as unsteadiness knocked you off balance. Zemo’s cold gaze sent you running for your shared suite.
You retreated to the safety of your shower, washing away the shameful punishment of your behavior. You spent longer than necessary under the water, taking the time to recover from your fractured headspace.
You changed into a robe, wanting to stay warm before Zemo expected you naked in your bed that night.
You jumped as he grasped your jaw, making you look up at him.
“You do not disobey me from now on, or this evening will feel like a blessing. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” you didn’t hesitate, your voice broken from your raw throat.
“Good. Now give me this,” he pulled the tie of your robe open. He landed a slap to your ass as you made your way to the bed.
“I’m going to ravish you.”
