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Maram Rimawi

#joel miller #dave york

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False God

Ezra x f reader

Warnings: p in v, religious tones, angst, infidelity, he’s a cheater, honestly OOC Ezra (he would never do this, my opinion tho) not beta’d, very lightly edited, all mistakes are mine.

A/n: this is my Taylor Swift drabble for @beskarandblasters challenge! She gave me False God x Ezra. It’s honestly crazy how much I needed this song given my current life and how much I could relate to it lol. I interpreted the song as being in love with someone who doesn’t fully choose you. But you keep going back just to feel loved.

WC: 1719

Loving Ezra was like breathing. It didn’t take long for him to get you into bed after you had first met. His sweet words and beautiful eyes had turned you into putty in the blink of an eye. He never really had to work hard to convince you to take his hand as he lead you back to his place.

His lips on yours, tongues exploring each others mouth, the taste of beer and Marlboro reds forever imprinted on your taste buds. His hands roam all over your body, touching, pinching, filling you up. Once he had you inside his apartment, he took no time in getting you naked, on your back. Didn’t even make it to the bed. Lying on the carpeted floor, Ezra plunged his cock into your wet heat for the first time. His lips on your neck as you both held onto one another as if the other might float away. That night he took you on the floor, on the couch, slowly making your way to his bed before he took you again. The next morning he had you bent over the counter as he took you from behind. He had made a mess of you and you him.

You two had fallen into an easy flow. Soon you were moving in with him, life was fun. It was easy with Ezra. Everything felt natural. Time flew by. From that first night to one month, you blinked and suddenly it had been a year.

That’s when things started to fall apart. One morning you woke up, Ez was still asleep in the bed next to you. His phone buzzed. You reached over to grab it, just to see who was texting him so early.

Her name was Marisol. You’ll never forget her name. Or the messages exchanged.

Your heart dropped into the deep pit in your stomach. Your whole being had gone cold. Shaking with betrayal and anger, you woke him up. Of course he tried to deny it, tried to say it was nothing he was just bored working night shift and she was somebody to talk too.

Eventually you two made up. He made you feel beautiful and wanted. Ezra was your everything, he was all you wanted. You did your best to forgive. You never forgot.

Day after day after day goes by.

Soon it’s been about five months since Marisol.

You found yourself sitting in the car while Ezra ran inside to pick up the takeout you had ordered. His phone sitting on the middle console, face up.

The little screen soon lighting up, a text from your best friend. On his phone.

You knew better than to look. But your gut told you to look. Things had felt weird to you the last time all three of you had hung out.

Now this betrayal broke you. Your best friend. The one person besides Ezra that you told everything too. The one you were gonna ask to be your child’s godmother one day.

He said it was never physical, just texts. Those words cut deeper than any knife. You had left this time, staying at your parents for a couple of weeks. Broken heart and swollen eyes from all the tears. All you wanted was him. You missed him so much. He had become your best friend, your lover, the only one you wanted to spend your life with.

Ezra showed up at your parents house one night with flowers. He begged and pled with you. Convinced you that you were the only one he loved and wanted.

The whole ordeal made your heart clench. As much as you ached, you gave him another chance.

Another year passed. Life had been good, you and Ezra were happy and in love.

Your life was completely intertwined with his. At one point he had used your phone to sign into his email.

Forgetting he had done that, when you got the notification for an email from a Mark, you were confused.

Emails detailing what and how and when. Seeing for yourself that your love was meeting another for oral.

Of course he denied it. Said he never actually met this person.

Emails with this Mark came up two more times over the next couple of years.

At this point you’ve spent six years with him.

He was still the love of your life. Your home. Your comfort. When life got bad, you stayed with him. When your parents told you to leave, you stuck up for him. Even after all the others, you forgave him and tried to work on yourself. Tried to be what he wanted, what he needed. You made yourself sexually available, always saying yes to him so he would be satisfied.

Seven years. Seven whole years. You’ve spent with Ezra. Building a life with him.

Sharing laughs and whispered I love you’s, cooking side by side, having a shoulder to lean on when life gets hard.

The way he strums your body, worshiping you as if your hips were his alter. You, his own goddess, one that he loved and cherished. The love you shared with him became your own personal religion. Your bed became your church. He knew just how to touch you, what to say, knew all the places to kiss to make you melt. Ezra was your whole world. The only name that ever dared to leave your lips, no God to be found. Only Ezra.

The happy, easy days started turning into bad days. It was slow and then suddenly all at once. You aren’t sure what happened or if you said or did something wrong. Ez started acting funny, being more mean and cold hearted toward you. You did your best to brush it off, pretend like it was just your imagination or something. Until you saw the texts. It’s a different person this time. But the words exchanged are the same nonetheless.

The sharp dagger of pain cutting through and piercing your very soul. You knew deep down there was another, again. You also knew this time things were different.

You confronted your love. With tears in your eyes and a soul filled with pain and sadness. You broke things off with Ez.

Unfortunately you couldn’t just move out right away. Having to suck it up and continue to live together. Life was weird. After a couple of months, the two of you were able to sit and really talk about things. It became a little bit easier to breath again. He’s always been your best friend. You missed him, missed having someone to confide in and joke with and enjoy life with.

Things didn’t last long with Ezra and the new person.

One night you had come home after working all day. Frustrated with things, annoyed with people, you needed an outlet. Somewhere to put all the emotions you felt so it didn’t burden your body any longer.

Ezra sensed this. He always knew when you needed to let go.

Standing at the sink in the bathroom, you had dropped your head down as you leaned on the counter. Doing your best to take deep breaths when you heard the door open.

He came in, standing behind you. He brought his hands up to your hips, rubbing circles as he dipped his face in between your shoulder and neck. The tip of his aquiline nose trails up and down the sensitive skin. His breath creating goosebumps that begin to blossom as he gently kisses a spot right below your ear. Letting yourself just feel. No more fighting. No more holding yourself back. This is your Ez. Your love. You let your head roll back, laying on his shoulder as he continues leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. His big hands engulf your hips, gently pulling you back into him. The feeling of his chest on your back, his hard cock against your ass. A soft whimper tumbles out of your lips.

Letting him take full control, Ezra begins to undress you. His lips kissing every inch of skin as it’s revealed to him. You haven’t even realized he had coaxed you into the bedroom until he gently laid you down on the bed.

You sit up on your arms as you look down at your own God as he sinks to his knees at his alter.

He spreads your legs as he dips forward, his beautiful nose running along your thigh as he makes his way to your cunt.

His lips soon find what they’re looking for. Leaving a soft kiss to your clit, you lay back down as your hands make their way to his hands. Holding hands as he works his tongue around your sensitive spot, working you close to orgasm already.

Oh Ezra

Legs shaking as he takes the sacrament of his God. Your juices quenching his thirst for holy salvation.

He quickly covers your body with his, his lips soon attached to your lips as you taste yourself on him.

Back arching as he parts your holy waters, his cock filling your cunt in the way only he can.

You hold him close to you as he fills you over and over. Each deep stroke bringing you to eternal salvation.

He pulls your hands off his shoulders as he brings them above your head, fingers interlocking with his. Deep kisses in time with each thrust.

Oh Ez Oh oh my -

You chant his name over and over as he brings you higher and higher. No God to be found here, only him. Only Ezra. Your love. Your heart. Your soul.

You know it’s wrong to keep doing this. To keep giving in to him. He’s a drug that’s hard to quit. Ever since then you find yourself giving in to him whenever he wants. You know things are over between the two of you. You know he doesn’t want you in the same way you want him. But you still let him in your temple. You still allow him to take the sacrament freely if only to feel the love you once shared for a little bit. You continue to live, broken and shattered. Feeling whole, even for just a quick moment. You still worship his love even if he was a false God.

A/n: I hope yall enjoyed this, I know how sad this is. To be completely honest, this is literally my story. My last relationship/on going situationship. Um it’s very complicated. But I want everyone reading this to know you are beautiful and deserving of love. You deserve to be picked, to be chosen. To be loved for who you are. If you ever wanna talk to vent or anything, I’m here for you 🩵

#this is so painful !!! #my whole heart !!!! #ezra prospect

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We killed the enemy. Who said they were the enemy? Not us, not me. We just followed orders.

#my man!!!!!! #dave york

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"So, I get the Reader to blow me first, okay?" "Uh-huh..." "And then you come in and start callin her 'pobrecita' --" "Yeah, yeah, I got that." "No, Javi, I don't think you do because last time, you started with 'princesa.'" "So what?" "So what? That ruins it for me. I don't want a little princess. I want a ... po-bray-seeta." Javi releases a large plume of smoke with a sigh. "Steve, steve, buddy." He gets in Steve's face. "You forget that... this is not about you, baby boy." He gives him two taps on the cheek before gripping Steve's chin in his hand. "It's about Reader... and what her poor little pussy needs."

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Nathan Landry, unable to find steady clientele in Chicago, begrudgingly partners with his cousin, Max Phillips, and moves his office to New York City. (cousinhood confirmed by @for-a-longlongtime ) They hire Dave York as the firm's investigator.

Max Phillips spends most of his time schmoozing clients and fucking his secretary while Nathan Landry goes 'American Psycho' about their business cards and branding.

Dave York keeps his head down, does his job, and while dating the woman (you) from the mail room, he learns how to be dominant instead of domineering.

*my fingers are not typing this fic fast enough and I need to share these ideas with everyone*

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yes!!! Uncle!Ezra !!!! *whoop whoop*

His Pretty Plaything

Uncle Ezra x F reader

Warnings: p in v, unclecest (again not blood related!), uhh this took a soft/sweet turn lol so emotions, some angst, pussy slapping, light edging, fingering, not beta’d, lightly edited, all mistakes are mine

Wc: 2629

As the summer was coming to an end, you found yourself tremendously confused with a dash of desperation. It’s been a couple of weeks since your encounter with Uncle Ezra. You think about him and that quite often. Most times your hands are down your pants in a frantic rush to recreate even an ounce of the pure unadulterated ecstasy he made you feel. But it was never enough. Your own hands failed you as you wished for him to come swooping in to take advantage of you again. You craved his cock, his filthy words, the way he claimed you as his. You got a taste and now you wanted more.

Fortunately for you, your dad was planning his end of summer party that he always throws. And you already know who will be in attendance. A little plan hatched in your brain; you were going to seduce Uncle Ezra and get him to fuck you again. You picked out an extra skimpy bikini to wear with a cute light blue sleeveless cover up dress. Excited for the party but more importantly you were excited to be filled by Uncle Ezra again.

The sun had already set as you stomped up the stairs to your room. Tears threatened to fall as you grind your teeth together in frustration and hurt. He ignored you. He never once looked your way no matter what you did. How could he defile you and then just drop you like hot garbage?!

You close the door behind you as you dive face first on your bed, hugging your pillow to your face as you let yourself cry. Feeling so ugly, so unwanted. You knew it was wrong what he did but you liked it. At first, yea you didn’t want him touching you. Didn’t want his advances but the pleasure he bought you was so indescribably incredible. And now. Now he acts as if you don’t even exist. As if you aren’t even there! Fucking bastard!

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Waking up still in your bikini and coverup from yesterday. You felt so disgusted with yourself. Peeling off what little you had on, you grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom for a much needed hot shower.

The hot water felt so good on your skin. The suds running down your body to the drain as you stood under the water, letting it completely cleanse you. Literally and figuratively. In your mind you imagined every inch touched by him being washed away, down the drain, never to come back and soil your skin again.

You put on an old baggy tshirt and some black cotton shorts before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. As you round the corner going into the kitchen you look up and see your dad and him sitting at the table. Both men stop talking and look up at you as you enter.

“Good morning sweetie, Uncle Ezra and I were just talking. He’s gonna come stay with us for a few months. He’s gonna take the guest room next to yours while his house is under renovations.”

You huffed, “Oh great. Another man who probably leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and doesn’t clean up after himself. Joy.” You say dryly as you roll your eyes.

“Woah kiddo. That’s not very nice of you. Now I know damn well your daddy cleans up after himself as do I. No need to be a brat about this.”

“Whatever Ezra.” You say with venom in your voice as you grab a pop tart and walk back upstairs.

His eyes widen as his brows raise up in shock at your response.

“Eh don’t let her get to ya man. She’s just a little cranky in the mornings.”

A couple hours pass. . .

After seeing him in your kitchen and getting the lovely news that he’s gonna be staying with you for awhile really soured your whole day. You were laying in bed, scrolling Twitter when you came across a tweet that said ‘the best treatment for good girls’ with a video attached of a girl on her back getting face fucked by one guy and another fucking her pussy.

You bit your lip as you contemplated pressing play on the video.

‘Oh fuck it.’ You thought before hitting play.

The video itself was only nine seconds but it was more than enough to get you turned on. You exited out of Twitter and went to the internet browser hitting incognito mode and searched up your fave porn site.

Rolling on your back with your phone in one hand and the other softly squeezing a tit as you scrolled down the main page. You find a video of two women fucking each other. You decided to click on the video and start watching it.

Your can feel the tingles in your body as your pussy gets wetter. Pulling your shirt up, your tits fall out as you go to pinch your nipple.

You keep tugging and groping your tits before moving down to your cunt. You barely dip your finger in between your folds-

“What the hell is your problem girl?” Ezra demanded as he opened your door without knocking.

“Oh my god get out!” You shout as you jump up quickly removing your finger and trying to cover yourself.

It takes him a second to fully adjust to what he’s seeing before a smirk crosses his face. Reaching for the door behind him, he closes it before taking a couple steps closer to your bed. He places his hands on his hips as his smirk widens into a sinister smile.

“Ah now I get it. This why you were being a brat this morning kiddo? Huh? Poor little virgin got a taste of a real man and she needs more. Is that it baby? My pussy miss her daddy?”

“Oh fuck you Ezra! Me and my pussy do not miss you nor do we want you!”

That wiped the smile right off his face as he steps into your space, grabbing your face in his big hand, squishing your cheeks together.

“Don’t lie to me girl. You and I both know this cunt drools for me. You gone stop acting like a fucking brat or do I need to fuck it out of ya?”

As much as you want him to fuck you, the anger and betrayal from feeling unwanted at the party kept you from just saying yes. Your eyes start getting glassy as you swallow your spit ,

“Fuck. You.”

The sides of his mouth turn up into a smile as he lowers his face right in front of yours, “Oh kiddo. Acting like a brat is gonna get you punished. You don’t even have a clue what you’ve started.” He says in a low, gravelly voice. He turns his face slightly, nose touching your cheek as he slowly trails up to your temple.

An exaggerated moan comes from your phone and you both pause before looking down at the device.

You had completely forgot what you had been doing before you were interrupted.

“Now what’s this?”

Ezra is quicker than you to grab your phone and sees the video you were watching.

“This what you like kiddo? You get off watching pretty girls lick cunts?”

Shame and embarrassment heat up your face. You don’t know what to say,

“I - I It’s it-it’s not - wh- “ you stutter.

“Shh baby it’s okay.” He whispers as he leans forward, softly kissing your lips, “come here let Uncle Ezra help.”

He lets go of your face as he moves to sit behind you. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you in between his open legs, taking one of his legs and wrapping it over your leg and spreading you open.

“Hold the phone baby so we can watch together.”

You take the phone from him as he kisses the side of your neck. You can already feel his cock hard against your back.

“My hands don’t feel good Uncle Ezra. They don’t feel like yours.” You manage to get out in a whine.

“I know kiddo. I know.” His fingers interlock with yours as he pulls your hand up to his mouth. You watch as he puts two of your fingers in his mouth and sucks. Your mouth drops open as he stares deep into your eyes. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, he moves your hand towards your face as you take your freshly sucked fingers into your mouth, lips closing around the digits.

“There’s my good girl. I know you don’t wanna act like a brat. I know baby. Uncle Ezra’s gonna make his girl feel better.”

He pulls your fingers out of your mouth and places them on your covered mound. He uses his fingers to press yours into your clothed cunt and begin to rub circles right over where your clit is. You can’t help but throb from the friction it’s giving you.

“Watch the pretty girls baby. Watch them lick on each others pretty pussies.”

A soft moan is pulled from your throat as you follow his orders.

Ezra gets to work pulling your shorts down as you watch the porn playing on your phone. Throwing the shorts to the side, he pulls you back with him as he leans against your headboard. His legs wrap back around yours, holding you wide open. His fingers quickly making their way back to your pussy. Taking his time, dragging his thick digits from your entrance up to your little bundle of nerves and back again. You can’t help but buck your hips up, trying to get a little bit more. More touch, more friction, anything he’s willing to give.

The brush of his stubble on your neck, the feeling of his hot breath on your ear, he plunges two fingers in. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you finally get what you’ve been so desperate for. Ezra takes your ear lobe in between his teeth as he nibbles on it. Soft, sweet moans spilling from you as he massages your wet walls.

“Use those pretty fingers o’ yours baby. Rub on that sweet clit, make my pussy cum.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your free hand quickly gets to work rubbing circles furiously on your bundle of nerves as he begins to finger fuck you harder.

You find yourself quickly on the edge, ready to spill over any second.

“U-un- uncle Ez- ‘mgonna cum”

Ezra pulls his fingers out as his other hand grabs your hand, holding it against your chest.

Using his free hand he slaps your pussy in rapid succession.

“No!!! What are you doing!?” You shout as you come back down from your almost high.

“Nuh uh baby you wanna act like a little brat I’m gonna treat you like a brat and brats don’t get to cum.”

You could feel your face heat up with anger and shame. You acted like that because of him. He lead you to this, to act like this.

“You’re my pretty little plaything baby. Mine. I control when this pussy cums. You wanna act like a bitch, I’m gonna treat you like one. You got that?”

Tears threaten to spill over as you bite your lip. Frustrated from not being able to cum, mad and upset from feeling rejected by him. You want to scream so bad.

“I hate you.” You manage to whisper. Scared to speak, knowing your voice would be shaky.

“You. . Ignored me. I- I tried so hard to get you to notice me. At the party,” you gulp in a deep breath, “You ruined me and threw me away.”

Ezra’s face falls. Eyes wide as he takes in your sad face as you reveal your truth. Your words are a sucker punch to his gut.

“Oh kiddo. No. No baby I noticed you. I always do. You made it so hard for me, all I wanted to do was take you, right there in front of everyone.”

With that, Ezra softy leaves a sweet kiss to your forehead before slowly trailing down to your nose.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.”

His lips press a kiss to the top of your nose.

His lips just barely touching yours as you both look into each others eyes. It feels as though he is looking directly into your soul.

“You’re mine baby. Until I no longer walk this earth and even then, there will be no others ya hear me? Mine. And I’m yours honey. All yours. But we gotta keep this a secret. I know your smart kiddo, if someone found out about us your daddy would kill me. You don’t want that do you?”

You shake your head no ever so slightly. Tears now full on streaming down your face.

Ezra presses his lips on yours, seemingly taking your breath away with a soft, simple kiss.

He moves out from behind you, putting the forgotten phone down on your nightstand.

Pulling his own shorts down, his thick cock hitting his stomach. He lowers his body over yours as he takes both of your hands in one of his.

Lips finding yours again, your own tongue darting out to lick his lip, asking for permission to enter. He opened, allowing you inside. Eagerly you lick into his mouth as he tightens his lips around your tongue and sucks. A deep guttural moan pulled from the very depths of your body. Ezra takes his free hand to rub his cock through your folds before notching himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in.

The stretch making you moan more into his mouth as he continued to kiss you.

This was nothing like the first time he fucked you. Slow, deep strokes making you feel every inch of him. You grab onto the hand that’s holding your hands hostage, just trying to ground yourself. The immense pleasure making you feel as though your about to float away if you aren’t anchored to this earth. After each thrust in, Ezra grinds into you, bringing you back to your peak,

“Please don’t stop oh fuck pp- please!”

“Oh fuck I’m not baby I won’t stop. W- where do you want me kiddo? You want my cum in this tight little snatch honey? That what my little girl wants? Huh?” He starts thrusting into you faster.

Your eyes roll back as you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Yes! Yes Uncle Ezra oh fuck, please cum in me! Please!”

“There’s my good girl nngh oh oh fuck oh fuck”

Hearing his words and moans send you over the edge. Your cunt tightens around him as you cum making his thrusts stutter as he gets closer to his own finish.

The both of you stare deeply into each others eyes. Noses touching, chests heaving as you both come down from your high.

Ezra rolls off, laying down next you.

Holding his arm out to let you curl into his side.

He holds you close to him as he places a kiss on the top of your head,

“I really am sorry baby.”

Your so wore out, all you can do is wrap your arm around him and hold onto him as tight as you can as you squeeze your eyes shut.

No more words are exchanged, just the sound of your breathing as it starts to even out.

Drifting off to sleep you can’t help but wonder how you got here. The fact that this is your dads best friend. A guy you’ve always seen as an uncle. Who’s been a total creep since you’ve hit 18. Now here you are, craving him. Needing him. This isn’t gonna end well.

A/n: I just wanna apologize I know I suck at being consistent. It is what it is. Life’s been rough and I’ve been struggling with writing. But I hope you enjoy this, I love you! I love seeing everyone’s reactions! Please reblog, comment, send me asks, talk to me about my writing lol or about anything! I love to yap lol

#ezra prospect #uncle!ezra

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Dave York is definitely the kind of guy who wears mostly blue, gray, and black, because any other color is "too flashy." And it's not just because of his line of work. He loves being quiet and generic and bleeding into the background. It's why he keeps his hair short and his face shaven, too.

Confirmed (by @perotovar ) listener of "accessible metal" aka whatever plays on "alternative rock" radio stations. It's good background noise for him. He doesn't want to have to think or feel anything.

Which is another thing--he doesn't want to have to think or feel anything. Besides rage and control, of course. This dude is boring as hell and he loves how boring he is. And by "loves" I mean he's too afraid of what will happen if he's anything else.

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Dave York --

this was fun. took a javi p still and turned it into dave.

#dave york #my art

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I'm proud to announce our new Manager of Sales... Max Phillips!

PEDRO PASCAL as MAX PHILLIPS Bloodsucking Bastards (2015)

bonus:

#max phillips #i love to hate him

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Code Duello

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Ezra x Marcus Moreno

Word count: 900

Summary: Marcus and Ezra find themselves in a standoff!

Warnings: SMUT! Frottage, grinding, big dicks, bigger dicks, foreskin, cum play, hand jobs, m/m, weapons.

A word from the author: This is a repost. This shortie is the result of a post asking what would happen if your tumblr pfp met your discord pfp. At the time my discord was just a close up of a glaringly well-defined bulge and I decided that maybe it was Marcus.

The two men are locked in a standoff. A tense moment, neither man wants to make a move, but when Ezra goes for his thrower, the other man charges him and disarms him. They grapple, but Ezra eventually winds up on top of his opponent, straddling his hips and breathing hard, he holds the other man’s wrists in one hand while he uses the other to aim his recovered pistol.

Marcus winces, waiting for the blast, and as he struggles in Ezra’s grip, he rocks his hips against Ezra’s ass.

Ezra feels the way Marcus moves and though he doesn’t say anything, a tiny bulb lights up in the back of his mind.

Marcus doesn’t take his eyes off the gun that is pointed directly at him, but behind it he can see Ezra’s snarl soften into a dark smirk. Sees the way his head tips down as he adjusts his stance and tilts his hips just a tiny bit, a fraction of a degree to better feel the way Marcus’s now hard cock is pressed against his ass. It’s a risk, but risks are all that Marcus has left, so he plants his feet and lifts his hips, biting his bottom lip. He forces himself to look away from the gleaming rail gun to stare back at Ezra.

“Is this how you make a deal? You wait until you’ve been bested and then you play the trollop? You think a little simpering will win you my mercy?” Ezra chuckles and sighs. “You are a lamentable man.”

Marcus is silent save his heavy breaths and, he is certain, the pounding of his heart.

Ezra tightens his grip on Marcus’s thick wrists and slides his hips back to grind against the doomed man’s cock. Ezra is hard in his suit, straining against his tight undershorts, weeping from his slit, throbbing for want of contact.

Both men groan.

“No. No, I think you just know when you’ve been had. You’re a smart man, Marcus. And I think your dying wish is to get your ass filled by the biggest cock in the system. Marcus you are in luck, because you have been fortunate enough to find the biggest cock, but I’m sorry to say I don’t grant wishes. I just know a whore when I see one. So what I am going to do for you is admittedly more out of my own need for relief than for yours so don’t think you’ve got this all parsed out.”

Marcus could only blink and stammer, unsure of exactly what Ezra was telling him.

Ezra rocked his hips, settling himself on the saddle of Marcus’s own. He slid back, giving himself access to roughly unzip the fly of the defeated’s suit. His cruel, smiling eyes never left Marcus’s face as he reached in to free his cock.

“Marcus, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked sparring better than you let on.”

“You’re not immune.” It was risky to backtalk the man who was pointing a gun at you, but Marcus had felt Ezra growing steadily harder against his groin, thick and heavy, grinding into him softly as he held his cock in his rough hands.

“No, I don’t suppose I am.” Ezra’s voice was a little softer, more glowing ember than raging fire as his gave flicked from Marcus’s eyes to his full lips, parted in a pout.

Without another word, Ezra opened his own suit, stroking himself, rolling his palm over the weeping head before sliding it against Marcus’s length. He admired the similarities in their size, the way their foreskins slipped against each other, the rare reprieve from brutality. He could have gotten lost in it, but reality suddenly snapped him back, This is your foe.

Refocused, Ezra released both turgid members and aimed his rail gun with both hands. “Hold ‘em. Just like I was. Both hands.”

Marcus’s hands shook and he reached to hold them in his warm, smooth grip. He looked at the gun, at Ezra’s dark, glazed eyes, at their cocks, flushed and smeared with their combined precum. He circled his hands around them, and Ezra began to thrust into his hands, against the other man’s cock.

For the first time, Ezra was silent. No sounds but their heavy breaths and the soft sounds of skin on skin. Marcus adjusted his own pace slightly, pushing forward on Ezra’s withdrawal, pulling back on Ezra’s thrust. He whined, arched, drew close to his release. He wondered if it would be better to come first or last. As if reading his mind, Ezra answered, breathless, wrecked. “Together.” Marcus nodded, doubling down on his efforts, flexing his fingers around them, and daring to look right into the dark eyes above him.

Ezra’s head dropped, exhaling harshly as his milky cum mixed with Marcuses, painting Marcus’s stomach, landing messily on his tight black tshirt.

As if released from a spell, Ezra sat back on the ground, shoulders loose and relaxed, mind empty. Marcus propped himself up on his elbows, surveying the mess that had been made of him. Neither spoke for a comfortable few moments, until Ezra sighed wearily, leaning up to lazily smear an upper case E before dragging his hand down Marcus’s thigh, patting it gently.

He spoke, voice regretful. “I’m going to give you a ten minute head start, Marcus. Don’t let me catch you again. It won’t end like this a second time.”

#FUCKIN NOICE !!!!! #ezra prospect #marcus moreno #i love seeing Ezra written like this #dog bless us

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okay but i LOVE how much tommy enjoyed seeing ellie with joel

like this is his face when ellie is teasing joel about the sheep

we talk about how joel was always meant to be a dad, but TOMMY WAS MEANT TO BE A FUN UNCLE

LOOK AT THIS MAN

ELLIE'S NOT EVEN REALLY LOOKING AT OR ADDRESSING HIM

THAT'S NOT JUST A POLITE LISTENING SMILE

THAT'S A "god i've missed listening to my brother get teased by his kid" SMILE

#too real

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#comments make me happy

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Pedro Pascal in Prospect

Close up

#ezra prospect #my man!!! #looking so beautiful

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if a man spoke to me irl the way they do in the shit i read… im gunning him down for sport

#lmao 100%

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I've decided to GET WEIRD with my Dave York story. I will have to face the facts that no one will read it, but that's okay! Weird is not for everyone, but weird is for me. 🙏

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Strange Currencies

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Dave York x f intruder reader

Word count: 700

Summary: Dave should have been more careful.

Warnings: SMUT, non con, dark reader, bondage, edging, PIV, alcohol, mention of weapons, but they aren’t used, hand jobs, drugging, slapping, dacryphilia, mystery, idk what else. Don’t read this if it may be triggering to you! I think it’s fairly tame despite the warnings, but I can’t make that call for you.

A word from the author: I got carried away in a reblog and now I have written a shortie wherein Murder Daddy is tied up and edged until he cries. It’s non con, but he is into it? I don’t know what else to say. There might be more to this later. I have an idea cooking. No promises though. The proverbial fire has a whole lot of sticks in it.

Dave comes home to a dark house. Carol and the kids are gone for the weekend, leaving him with the house to himself. He pulls off his beanie and tosses it onto the cluttered kitchen table, then carefully cleans and puts away his weapons in the hidden safe. He knows he wasn’t followed, he is always careful. You have to be in his line of work. At last he lets himself relax.

As he’s pouring himself a second glass of bourbon, enjoying the quiet and solitude, he hears the floor creak behind him. She’s been biding her time, waiting in the dark. He can’t react fast enough, the rag is over his nose and his vision blurs before everything turns black.

When Dave comes-to he is tied to the bed, wrists bound together above his head, stripped naked. He is still for a few moments, blinking groggily and trying to make sense of his surroundings. He wants to rub his eyes but he can’t move his arms. Panic grips him when he realizes his predicament. He tries to jerk free, but she’s straddling his thighs and her knots are secure.

She’s naked on top of him, save for a black mask over her eyes. He can’t help that he’s hard. She smiles at him, and reaches behind her for something. A soft click and a cool drip along his length, she spreads a generous amount of lube over his cock- and it has to be a lot to really coat all of him. He’s easily one of the biggest she’s ever seen, thick from base to tip and uncut. She uses both hands to slowly stroke him, lube dripping over her fingers as she works him messily.

He closes his eyes and tries to reconcile whatever is happening right now with the way he needs to come. She’s twisting and stroking and the sensations are making his whole body buzz. He raises his hips, silently begging for more, loving and hating every moment of whatever the fuck is happening to him right now. He can’t think. His brain is blank as he hurtles toward release and then her hands are gone. His eyes are wide, and he stammers.

Nothing makes sense, his orgasm snatched away, and a sharp slap lands across his cheek. He gasps and whimpers, his cock twitches against his sweat-damp belly.

Tense moments pass, he tries to calm himself, but his cock doesn’t get the message.

He moans weakly when her warm grip returns, varying speeds, spit dripping from her mouth to join the abundance of lube and pre-cum he has leaked. The sound is lewd.

Dave twists against the restraints, to no avail. He is helpless in every way, and he’s close to his climax again. He’s panting and begging, but again she stops, and his other cheek gets a matching slap. He growls, frustrated and furious at the position he has found himself in. He is rewarded with a pinch of his nipple.

She hasn’t said a word, but he can feel her own wetness dripping between his thighs. She repeats the routine again, and he knows this time that she won’t let him come.

Silent tears roll down his cheeks, he is defeated. He closes his eyes, and with a wavering voice, he begs her. “What do you want from me? Who are you? Why are you doing this?”

She doesn’t answer, of course she doesn’t. But now she is sliding upward, her hands on his chest, her soaked and swollen folds gliding over his engorged length, she teases her clit with he fat head of his cock before angling her hips and spearing herself on his turgid member.

Dave is watching, and he feels somehow outside of himself. As if he is watching long this happened to someone else. His eyes are glazed, glued to her cunt, taking him completely, squeezing him tightly.

She rolls her hips and uses him, makes herself come with her head dropped back, fingers digging into his chest.

He wants so badly to take control. He wants to grip her waist and guide her up and down at his pace. He wants to hold those tits in his hands, have those nipples in his mouth.

When he comes, heavy balls pulling tight as he empties, she presses him deep, right against her cervix. He lets his head drop back onto his pillow.

What the fuck? He repeats over and over in his mind. He’s catching his breath, only vaguely aware of the motion around him, and suddenly his hands are free. His training kicks in and he grabs his captor, slamming her onto the bed with a grunt and snatching the mask from her face. His eyes go wide and his heart lurches.

“You.”

#dave york #desperate dave 🙏

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Nearly every experience I've had with a man who wore suits was god awful. Just... pure assholes.

But good God. Business suits on men are sexy as hell. With a strong cologne and clean shaven (or neatly trimmed) face. Hair combed neatly or gelled back. Dress shoes, too?? Manicured hands with a nice metal watch??

Dave York puts it all on so you can take it all off. 🥵🥵🥵 or maybe he keeps it on and you suck him off underneath the breakfast table while he reads the morning paper. And he rests his hand on the back of your head the whole time. Or maybe you don't even get that. Maybe he makes you kneel under the table and he grinds his clothed, hard cock against your face, muttering about how desperate you are for him.