cw: use of the word daddy, slapping, degradation, i can't think of anything else. this is a little dark i guess.
summary: zeke is mean and bossy but you love it. you just wanna be his good little angel. @dearbraus @babietopia
not proofread. so don't perceive typos or i will cry.
:)
"this is all you need to be my good little angel, right?” Zeke says as he teases you with his cock, shallowly thrusting into your mouth only to pull out and tap it against your cheek, smearing precum all over your face. you whine and chase him with your mouth, a little embarrassed at how much you want to feel him inside you. he thinks you look the most beautiful like this, messy and so fucked out on so little from him. Zeke just chuckles at how wanton you are. "you don’t feel better until you have daddy's cock filling you up, hmmm?" he says as he harshly grips your hair, holding your head in place as he places his cock on your tongue and letting it rest there, enticing you with how heavy and hot he is, the scent and taste of him clouding your senses.
“don't move,” he commands. “dirty little whores like you don't immediately get what they want.” and so you try your hardest to stay still, to be good for him even though you want to properly feel him so bad. with Zeke, you know when you follow his orders, he will graciously reward you, but when you disobey, the punishment is ten times worse.
he coolly regards you from behind gold-rimmed lenses for a moment. pale blue eyes analyzing you and you start squirm, beginning to feel like he was seeing through you. he loves that when push comes to shove, you will always do what he wants, you will always listen to him and take what he gives you, when he gives it to you because that's all you know how to do. all he’s trained you to do. “look at you. so pliant and obedient for me, my little cockslut.” he demeans as he slides into your wet hole, hand still harshly gripping your hair. you gag around him as he reaches the back of your throat and Zeke moans at the sound. tears springing from your eyes and spilling down your cheeks as your throat convulses around his thickness. it’s almost too much, but you want to be good for him, don't want to disappoint him and so you’re determined to take all of him. “just a little of my cock and this bratty attitude of yours just disappears. just a little cock and you're back to being my good little angel." he airily says, very affected by how good you feel around his cock. he could never grow tired of how tight and hot your mouth feels. his other hand moves to gently caress your cheek, “go ahead. you were being such an eager little slut before. so desperate for daddy’s cock.” and with that same hand, he lands a sudden slap to your face, “now you’ve got it. so, get to work. make daddy feel good.”
For the Summer Solstice collaboration hosted by @odmlevis! Thank you for letting me join! ☀️🎣
pairing - fisher! Zeke x nymph! reader / Zeke x Reader (she/her)
summary - On a hot summer afternoon, Zeke decides to go fishing and makes a forbidden encounter.
content warnings - fluff, kind of modern! au, kind of mythology! au, suggestive, very brief mention of reader characteristics (round-faced; skin kissed by the sun)
word count - 4.5k
a/n - first part is Zeke’s pov / second part is yours ~ this piece is brought to you by the entire Poses album by Rufus Wainwright, and more particularly by the Greek Song / funky enough this (this ↓ ) somewhat talks about Greek mythology, oh isn’t it fitting?
The Mortal
“Don’t you forget something?” said a voice behind Zeke, stopping him in the middle of the wide steps of the country house.
He turned around from the bottom of the steps. Dina, in the shadow of her house’s large front door, was looking at her son. She tilted her head to the side, slightly tapping her cheek with a slender finger.
He ran up the stairs, smiling, and said softly to her, “I’ll be home before sundown, mother.”
“That doesn’t stop you from kissing your mother goodbye.”
He took off his hat as he crossed the threshold, immediately embraced by the darkness and coolness wafting through the house. But here was the thing: it had been almost a week since Zeke alighted at the small-town station of his childhood home, back on his mother’s estate, and a week locked inside the house to hide from the sun was a week too long. The academic had caught the first train to get away from the capital and enjoy the little respite he was given in the summer, and he refused to stay stuck in the house for another afternoon.
He placed a soft kiss on Dina’s cheek, and she stroked his cheek affectionately, the fabric of her summer dress tickling down his neck. Her pale skin betrayed her confinement, stating the refusal to expose herself to the burning rays of the summer sun. Instead, she chose to hide behind the heavy curtains of the huge windows to protect herself from the oppressive heat of harsh days. She, who had grown up in the south of the Island where the heat waves were common in the summer, had difficulty tolerating the great warmth. Zeke, on the other hand, loved nothing more than to be rocked by the fiery breaths of the earth.
AN: Yes, the title is ripped from a Mitski song. She said the song "...is about hurt people finding each other, and using sex to make sense of their pain." And I was like oh fuck yeah, let me bastardize this for my fic. Needless to say this is very self-indulgent. Not beta'd.
Synopsis: You and Zeke are stressed beyond belief and seek relief. idk it's pwp, okay!
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: Modern au, f!bodied reader, sub!reader, body specific!reader (y/n is marginally shorter than Zeke but still tall-coded, and is implied to be on the thinner side), mean!Zeke (and soft!Zeke), POV shifts, idealized D/s relationship, brat taming, sadomasochism, impact play (slapping), degradation (use of slut), humiliation, spit play, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throating, facefucking, throatfucking, hair pulling, nipple play, dumbification (you just get fucked dumb, not teased for it), aftercare.
Life had been getting the best of you.
Stress pervaded it, cursing you with sweaty palms and little bouts of aggression. Work sucked ass. Sleep was more elusive than ever. And your blonde boyfriend, Zeke, seemed tinged with distance. Despite all this you managed to keep yourself relatively together. You only dropped the facade at home, the one place you were free to be as huffy as needed. Usually it was a cure all, but over time the perceived charm of your snide comments and clinginess wore thin. Your rituals bored you, made you feel worse. Your brattiness became oppressive and sucked the air out of the room. Its playfulness replaced with genuine derision. What should have been a mundane night on the couch watching television ended up wrought with tension.
“Is there any particular reason why you’re acting like this?” Zeke asked as you twirled a lock of his hair between your fingers.
Playing coy crossed your mind, but you decided to articulate your anxieties.
You sighed and briefly gathered your thoughts. “I’m mentally exhausted. Everyone at work is so annoying, but I know that’s only because I’m perpetually irritated regardless of the situation. They could be telling me I did an incredible job and I’ll feel myself wanting to lose my shit. And,” you hesitated. “I feel a little, uh, neglected.”
He frowned.
“Well that’s no good.”
You pulled on the flaxen tendril between your fingers.
“No shit,” you seethed.
He glanced over at you, little daggers dancing from his grey gaze.
“You do realize that’s no way to get what you want.”
“Then why does it work like 90% of the time?”
“I’d argue it’s 80%.”
You crawled into his lap and straddled him, planting your knees next to his hips. He cocked an eyebrow and looked over your shoulder at the television. You placed your hand under his chin and gripped it, forcing him to look directly at you.
“I know you’re just as stressed as me.”
“Your point being?” He questioned in a sing-song voice.
You clenched your jaw.
“Don’t you wanna let go? It’s been so long since we indulged.”
Zeke’s eyes softened and a tiny grin crossed his face. You had a point. He couldn’t remember the last time he “put you in your place.” Lately it seemed as if he forged a suit of patience, or rather what you would deride as indifference. He had recently taken on a managerial role at work, wrangling a gaggle of employees. And while Zeke had a knack for exercising power over people, it wasn’t something he was fond of. It was enervating if anything.
“Is that a yes?” You asked.
His hand found itself on the back of your head, softly patting it.
“What kind of man would I be if I denied a pretty, little thing like you?”
“The worst kin—”
His grip tightened around your hair, taking you by surprise.
“Get on the floor, slut, before I make you.”
“What if I want you to make me?”
He glanced over your shoulder making sure there wasn’t anything behind you. He used his foot to move the coffee table out of the way before shoving you off of him. Your body collided against the carpeted floor with a muted thump. He got up off the couch and looked down at your crumpled form.
“Get up,” he ordered, kicking one of your long legs.
You narrowed your eyes.
“No,” you sneered.
You looked up at him. There was nothing you loved more than his body towering over yours. It was such a rarity considering he wasn’t that much taller than you.
“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?”
“You fuckin’ know it.”
Zeke grabbed you by the hair and started dragging you towards the bedroom. The carpet met your back as your shirt ran up. It scraped along your spine, the friction marring your skin. The pain left you kicking your legs which helped him drag you down the hall. This game was always a team effort. As he made his pilgrimage to your bedroom every slight tug felt like needles penetrating your tender scalp. You winced as your skin waxed and waned in a flurry of ardor and agony. The stress was already melting away.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, letting go of your hair.
You sat slumped over by the door in a dollish heap. His fist left your hair a tattered mess. Thankfully combing it out was a task Zeke was more than happy to take on. Once you both had your fill of sadistic debauchery, he became fixated on putting you back together.
“I guess,” you murmured.
“You guess?”
You raised your voice. “I know you can do better… Or are you not man enough?”
“If you’re trying to piss me off, you’re failing miserably.”
Zeke squatted down in front of you and spit in your face, right between the eyes. His saliva was warm and tobacco-tained. You went to wipe it away as it dripped down the bridge of your nose.
“Leave it,” he said as he stood up.
“Hmph.” You pouted and let your hand fall to your side.
“Get up,” he demanded.
“That’s not very convincing.”
Zeke picked you up with hesitation, tossing you over his shoulder. You squirmed around, refusing to go down without a fight. It did little to deter him. His iron will was truly something to behold. Once you were in the bedroom he set you down upright. He stared at you like you were nothing more than a lamb being taken to the slaughter.
“A slut like you doesn’t need clothes. Take them off.”
“No,” you said defiantly. “Not gonna happen.”
His rough hand grazed your skin as he grabbed ahold of your face. His palm rested under your chin while his callused fingers squished your cheeks.
“Do you think this behavior is charming? Clever?”
You nodded smugly.
“It’s idiotic and banal. If you keep it up, I’m going to replace you.”
Usually Zeke winced after saying something so cruel, but this time he refrained. He had grown into his role, becoming more comfortable with it. But he was still plagued with a sense of guilt when he uttered those words. You were irreplaceable and he was certain you knew that.
“C’mon. Don’t you want to make me happy?”
You attempted to annoy him with a garbled, “Pathetic.”
Zeke gave you a swift slap across the face. A stinging sensation radiated throughout your cheek like a shockwave. He never raised his voice nor showed any anger when bringing you to heel. You were instead blessed with cruel and casual indifference.
You pulled down your unbearably short sleep shorts and underwear, stepping out of them. Next was your shirt. You pulled it off and tossed it to the side. You stood in front of Zeke, completely at his will.
He swallowed hard at the sight of your supple form. His eyes lingered on your legs, easily his favorite part of your body. He liked having them over his shoulders while he filled your cunt with his cum.
“Kneel. Now.”
You did as you were told. Your snarkiness had transformed into desperate compliance. You wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of his hand and earn his praise. You wanted every inch of your skin to sing, to be speckled with purple splotches and bite marks.
“Open your mouth.”
“Make me,” you mumbled. It was the death rattle of your brattiness.
Zeke was more than happy to do so. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick cock out. The tip was pink and pearly with precum. He pushed it past your lips with ease. Resisting him had lost all fun; you made room for his cock to fill your mouth. Though instead of sliding it in gently, he was forceful. You nearly choked as his tip grazed the back of your throat. His rough hand met the back of your head and held you there. Drool pooled and trickled out from the corners of your mouth. You looked up at him and were met with his indifferent, grey gaze. He gripped your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth. You breathed through your nose, trying to avoid asphyxiating on his length.
“Look who’s pathetic now,” he said, slapping you once more.
You did look rather pathetic kneeling nude in front of a fully clothed man. But there was something freeing in the vulnerability you presented to Zeke.
“You like being used, don’t you?”
It was a rhetorical question. Zeke knew you were in no position to garble out an answer. Still you wished you could tell him that you did like being used. Nothing made you throb more than him reducing you to a mere fucktoy. Though words could likely never articulate how grandiose your desire was.
“Disgusting brat,” he growled as you used his thighs to brace yourself. “You’re lucky I let you touch me.”
Hearing those words made your cunt swell with ardor. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping the friction would soothe your aching clit. Fluids flowed from your folds and slipped between your ass cheeks. His soft pubes tickled your nose as he held your face flush to his crotch.
Zeke loved defiling your mouth, how you struggled to keep his cock inside. Your resolve drove him wild. He used his rough palm to push you off of him. He grabbed you by the face and forced you to peer up at him.
“Beg for it,” he said before smacking your cheek.
“Please,” you whined while wincing.
“Please what?”
“Can I please suck your cock?”
“Why should I let you? Convince me. Now.”
“Because you can do whatever you want to me.”
He laughed. “I shouldn’t be surprised that a slut like you would have no self respect. Open your mouth.”
You parted your lips, letting Zeke’s cock fill your mouth. A sick grin of satisfaction crept across his face. He rolled his hips against your face letting the shaft hit the back of your throat. You breathed deeply through your nose and ran your pillowy tongue along the underside of his cock. He let out a hearty groan and placed his hand on the base of your skull. He thrusted, moaning your name as precum dripped down your throat.
Your chest was slowly coated with drool. It left your breasts shimmering under the dimmed pendant light hanging from the ceiling. Your nipples were tumescent and you longed for them to be in between Zeke’s teeth. You looked up at him wide-eyed like some sort of faux ingénue.
He swallowed hard. It was a privilege to have you kneeling in front of him. He kept fucking your mouth raw and gave your hair a hard tug.
“You know I can’t come if you don’t cry a little,” he goaded through gritted teeth.
He pulled on your hair again and forced you to hold the full length of his cock in your mouth. Little tears started to well up in your eyes and trickle down from the corners. He liked it best when you looked like a sobbing statue of the Virgin Mary, brows knitted in blissful torment.
“Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned while clenching his jaw. “Fuck.”
Zeke tossed his head back and grasped your face by the cheeks and thrust wildly. All you could hear was him moaning as he fucked his cum down your throat. Some managed to work its way out of your mouth. Once he finished, he palmed your forehead, pushing you off of his cock. You sat before him with your lips and chin glossy with cum, your breasts coated in spit, and your thighs sticky with your own fluids.
“Do you have any more tiresome retorts?”
You didn’t bother answering.
He continued with his dressing-down. “You’re too easy to break. I always think you’ll put up more of a fight because of that mouth of yours. But every time you're reduced to a piteous slut with next to no effort.”
He lifted your chin.
“Though,” he cooed. ”You were very obedient once I beat you into submission.”
You went to speak, but all you could do was whimper. That little incomprehensible noise was enough for Zeke to get on his knees and tug off his cardigan. He draped it over your shoulders. You smiled weakly and slipped your arms through the sleeves.
“Can I be sweet to you now? I’m running out of fucked up things to say,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours.
You snorted. “Yeah. What do you got in mind?”
He stood and helped you up, letting you lie on the bed. He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead. It was a welcome change from the sting of his slap. Pain was a lovely thing, but exhausting all the same. He slipped his hand between your thighs, running his fingers along your slick folds.
“I want to bury my face in your pussy,” he replied before licking his fingers clean.
“Please do that,” you sighed as he nibbled on your collarbone.
He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping only to swirl his warm tongue around your nipple. Quiet, drawn out moans emanated from you as he began to suck on your swollen bud. His soft lips felt like heaven as he hungrily lapped your breast. In between the sounds of him suckling, he let out a stream of subdued whines.
“Want you so bad,” he said as he made his way down to your dripping cunt.
Your toes curled in anticipation as Zeke bent your knees. He parted your thighs and nestled his face between them. Your breath hitched as his beard tickled your skin. He tongued your weeping hole while his nose nuzzled your clit. You rocked your hips back and forth, grinding up against his face.
You opened your mouth to speak, but could only let out a startled hiccup. Zeke surprised you by reaching up and grabbing you by the hips. He dug his fingers into your tender skin, a little reminder that he still lorded over you.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his breath hot against your cunt. He glanced up at you over his glasses. “You taste so good.”
Shyness pervaded your body. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You shut your eyes tight to avoid the brunt of his gaze.
Zeke couldn’t have been less pleased. He dug his nails into your hips.
“Look at me, slut,” he hissed.
You obeyed. There was no avoiding eye contact. He wouldn’t allow for it, not while he ate you alive. He ran his tongue along your folds, savoring the sapid slick that covered them. He wanted to consume you, for you to be his and only his. No one else deserved to taste your piquant nectar.
“Sh—shit,” you murmured, writhing against the mattress.
“Are you gonna come all over my tongue?” He teased.
He sucked on your clit, the hairs of his beard tickling the delicate flesh around it. Your whole body tensed up.
“Yes,” you whimpered.
You went to place your hand on the back of his head but hesitated at the last second.
“Go ahead,” he said.
You rested your hand at the base of his skull and held him close. He grunted as his face was buried further into your cunt. The room was filled with the sounds of your anguished moans and his lecherous slurps. A few labored “fuck”s fell from your lips as you arched your back. You felt like you were ascending.
“C—can I come n—now?” You begged, trying to stave off your orgasm.
Zeke gave your clit a slow lick with his soft tongue.
“I guess,” he said, echoing your earlier tone.
“Fuck you,” you coughed out as ecstasy enveloped you.
Zeke’s teeth grazed your clit; an act that would normally elicit a yelp provoked no alarm. You were awash in rapture. Your grip on his head tightened as you rode out your orgasm. You were dizzy with pleasure and rendered nothing more than a brainless dolly. All you could comprehend was the heat coursing through your body and wetness flowing from your cunt.
“D’you feel a little better now?” Zeke asked.
You looked down, and noticed his glasses were fogged up. His beard glistened with your fluids. You ruffled his hair gently and gave him a little nod. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up off the bed.
“Bath?” He asked cheerfully.
You nodded again. The act of speaking would return to you at a later time. Zeke scooped you up off the bed and carried you into the bathroom. He set you down on the bathroom sink while he ran a bath. Once the warm water was flowing he took a seat on the toilet and gestured for you to crawl into his lap. You curled up in his arms, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His heavy, rough hand slipped under the cardigan you wore and stroked your back. The soothing sound of running water and the heat radiating from Zeke’s body made you feel like you were drifting through a blissful dream.
hii, merry christmas or happy holidays if you don’t celebrate @kazuk3n !! i apologize for being quite late with this, i hope you enjoy it and that it was something you wanted <3
kazutora doesn’t know his limits, not even when you’re at a party with your friends so you snap and teach him a lesson.
this is a part of planet oshun’s secret santa!!
also a big thank you to @chronic-claire-universe & @simp-for-bnha-boys for helping me out and another thanks to my friend who helped me with kazu’s characterizing <3 and another big thank you to @cherrykamado for beta reading this <3
WARNINGS: gn!reader - sub!kazutora - dom!reader - shameless kazutora - teasing - voyeurism (kazu’s friends watching) - begging - hand job - spit - oral tease - praise/slight degrading - brat taming in a way - 1,7k words
RULES. answer 10 (8?) questions & tag 10 people you want to know better !!
TAGGED BY. @stillwthyou ( thank you sm for the tag 💕 and it wasn’t annoying dw 😭 )
TAGGING. @taechnological @mintkims @moonsclover @whiteprincessofnohr @taehyungq @jensrose @jimeanour @jeonjcngkook @beombon @flowerboykun ( no pressure !! + anyone else can try this out as well )
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. HAHAHA nobody knows 😍
FAVORITE COLOUR(S). blue / black / white
THREE FAVORITE FOODS. DONUTS OH MY GOSH I LOVE DONUTS!!!! / chicken biryani supremacy 💔 / pizza bc YES
SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD. you’re sexy i’m sexy — eric nam
LAST SONG I LISTENED TO. life is still going on — nct dream
LAST THING I GOOGLED. where is varanasi located on the indian map
DREAM TRIP. paris 😔 / japan and south korea bc my apparent husband lives there
ANYTHING I REALLY WANT. LOTS AND LOTS of things but jeon jungkook’s hugs are at the top of the list </3
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