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chocolatecoveredfanfics · 6 months

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No Nut November

Heartsteel! Ezreal x Fem! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Fingering

Cross-posted from AO3

Is this still a thing? Lol. Me thinks Ez would be the type to do a challenge like this. Hint at the end for next collection in December ; )

''No Nut November' what a stupid thing' you thought to yourself, only to let out a soft whine at the feeling of Ezreal's thumb rubbing against your clit in slow circles. Your back was pressed up against his chest, his legs around you as you sat crossed-legged. Honestly, this challenge was so dumb. When you came over to visit Ez, you expected a good dicking, not a stupid explanation of why he can't.

"Hey! It's not dumb! There's a lot at stake! Plus it's beneficial to your health!" You wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face. You had no idea what was betted, and you honestly didn't care enough to ask. But what you did know was that there were other participants in this household. And you didn't want to question any further. "Just because I can't doesn't mean you can't either…" The wiggle of Ez's eyebrows and grin at his suggestive comment pissed you off even more. So now, here you are. Panting at the feeling of Ezreal's fingers stuffed in your cunt while the other worked against your clit.

Your manicured nails bite into his toned arms as his fingers pumped in and out of your tight walls at a languid pace. "That's it baby..." Ezreal groaned into your ear. You let out another whine when his fingers started to scissor in and out of you. Your eyes drawn to watching his fingers play with your messy cunt. The feeling of his clothed hard-on pressing against your back was distracting and you bucked your hips backwards into him, grinding your ass against his bulge. He lets out a hiss in-between clenched teeth, "Hey now~ You gotta control yourself babe." He said while his fingers curled, teasing his finger tips against your walls. You let out a sob in response, "Ezreal! Please!"

You felt the vibrations of a deep chuck and he leaned close to your ear, nipping softly at it. "I can't say no to that adorable face. You're so cute like this baby." He then pressed a kiss to your shoulder and you let out a soft moan. Not giving you a chance to process his words his fingers start to pick up the pace, curving them upwards just right to hit the spot in you that makes you see stars.

"Ah! Right there Ez! Right there!" You cried out, hips bucking up into his hand. He let out a low chuckle and a moan, holding you down. "Shhh... Let me take care of you~" He cooed into your ear, continuing the fast pace of his fingers going in and out of your tightening core. Occasionally his fingers would hit that spot, teetering you closer and closer to the edge.

You turned your head to the side to look up at him, begging for release. He groaned at your pleading look, letting out a breathless "fuck" before swooping down to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

So close, you were so close. The feeling of his fingers rubbing your walls sensually as he pumped in and out, the wet sounds of his fingers stuffing your core, and the feeling of his thumb swiping roughly against your clit; all these sensations combined helping to push you to your climax. You let out a wild cry when he pinched your clit between two fingers, the combination of pain and pleasure finally giving you release. He quickly shoved his tongue into your mouth, muffling your cries with an open mouth kiss as you came. You both groaned into the kiss as your walls spasmed around his fingers. Ezreal drawed out your orgasm with slowing pumps of his fingers, before you tugged at his hair at the oversensitivity.

He lets out a chuckle and gives you one last peck to your lips and finally pulls his fingers out of you, stretching them to see the strings of your arousal glistening on his fingers. You watch as he slowly brings them to your lips and without an ounce of hesitation you start to lap at his fingers. "Good girl..." He groaned, leaning into lap his glistening fingers with you. Your tongues dancing around his digits and caressing each other's. Both letting out a moan at the taste of yourself on his fingers and against your tongues.

Once he was satisfied with how clean his fingers were he moved his hand away to grab at the back of your head and give you a searing kiss. "Fuck babe, you're making this hard for me." He chuckled against your lips but quickly got up and headed to his in-suite bathroom, not giving you a chance to respond to him.

You let out an annoyed 'humph' and grabbed your phone to scroll through it mindlessly while Ezreal went into the bathroom to wash his hands (and most likely take some selfies). You typed 'No Nut November' in the search bar, a bit curious about this dumb challenge. The Wikipedia page gave you all the information you needed and you rolled your eyes at the description. Before a bold header caught your attention:

Destroy Dick December? Huh.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain your mischievous expression as you peeked over your phone to look at Ez, blissfully unaware of your schemes brewing up in your mind this coming December. This was gonna be fun.

#lol x reader #heartsteel x reader #Heartsteel Ezreal x reader #ezreal x reader #reader insert

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ [ʜʏᴜɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ]

□ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇx ᴛᴏʏꜱ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ.

□ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ : @azriel-owns-my-heart @taehyungisminee @toxicccred @cherryxsang @k-drizzle @kodzukein @yvyvluvr @michel-angelhoe @sadending-enjoyer @ate-ez @kbitties @babygurl-hoshi @hellokittyslnt

□ ᴀᴇʀᴀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ : ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴋɴᴀᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ😵‍💫

□ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ □ \ □ ᴍᴀᴋɴᴀᴇ ʟɪɴᴇ □

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊

Seonghwa would be so whipped throughout the whole time. This man would be so soft, he would whisper sweet nothings into your ear every time you shift in pain or let out a cry. Seonghwa is in full praising mode during this time, he would literally call you all the sweet nicknames in the dictionary. Overall, Park Seonghwa is a soft dom-

"You have to squeeze my hand when it's too much for you, do you understand me, doll?" You nod slowly, moving your hand towards his so you could lock his long fingers with yours. Seonghwa's free hand trails down your naked body before slipping in between your thighs. He had you sprawled out on his lap, placing your bodies in front of a mirror so you could see yourself when he finger-fucked you.

His fingers graze over your clit, and his index finger comes down to press against your clit harshly making you whimper. Seonghwa leans down to prep kisses up your neck, trying to distract you from the pain. "You're doing so well, doll. You took three of my fingers for the first time, I'm sure you can take one more." Your muscles instantly tense up from his words as you squirm in his lap. "Daddy no, t-too much, will be too big."

His hand which was placed on your thigh comes up to ground your hips, preventing you from squirming. "Princess, you know what to do when it's too much. I know you can take it, pretty girl. Now let me do my work." You mewl slowly in submission, finally stopping your hips from squirming around. You immediately bury your face in the crook of his neck when you feel him insert his fourth finger into your hole. "Such a good pretty girl for me."

𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐

[I mean- DO I NEED TO SAY IT THIS MAN IS FREAKING COCKY ABOUT IT.] Compared to Hwa, Joong will definitely be on the teasing side. Man will mock your state the whole time, taking pleasure in the fact you are so tiny and fragile that you need to be trained to take his cock.

Hongjoong's nose traces down your body, his lips leaving kisses down your naked body. His hands caress your sides gently before wandering in between your thighs, he spreads your thighs apart slowly revealing to him your wet cunt. His fingers rub over your clit, spreading your wetness all over your inner thighs. "You're so, so fucking hot like this, babygirl. So fucking tiny." He slips two fingers inside your hole, shoving them deep in you.

Hongjoong leans down to press soft kisses all over your breasts, and he curls up his fingers inside you making you gasp and moan loudly. "You like that babygirl, you like how big my fingers feel in your tiny little cunt?" You whimper lowly, your pussy leaking out more juices around his fingers. Hongjoong curls up his fingers inside you, and his lips latch onto the soft flesh of your breasts. You moan loudly as intense pleasure shoots through your body making your back arch against the bed.

"You look so fucking pretty like this babygirl, squirming and whining just because of my fingers." Hongjoong whispers mockingly against your skin, thrusting his fingers fastly inside your hole. "D-Daddy, g-onna cum-" Before you could finish your sentence, your pussy clenched around his fingers before cumming all over his hands and soaking the silk sheets. "Fuck! That was so hot babygirl."

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

Literal Soft dom pt.2! Man would be so damn soft and sweet, bet that he'd be scared inside to hurt you. He will be whispering the softest praises into your ear, while he gives you butterfly kisses over your neck.

"Are you sure about this, princess?" You nod without any hesitation, and Yunho gently pulls you in a kiss, leaning down to your height. His hand snakes around your waist as he pulls you onto his lap making you straddle his thighs. His hands caress up your thighs slowly, his large hands covering your thighs completely. Your breath hitches and you moan into the kiss. His hands slowly move higher, hunching up your skirt around your waist.

Pulling away from the kiss, Yunho trails his kisses down to your neck and his hands move to your clothed clit and instantly slip inside your panties to feel your wet clit. His fingers tease your entrance, spreading your wetness as he rubs circles onto your clit. You let out a loud moan when he slides his fingers into you, "Fuck, you're so tight baby."

His fingers thrust into you at a low pace, his long fingers stroking deep inside your pussy. "My pretty girl looks so fucking cute stuffed full with my fingers." His fingers find your sensitive spot in seconds making you cry out in pleasure. His fingertips thrust against your sweet spot making you clench hard around him. Yunho presses soft kisses on your neck while whispering, "My precious doll."

𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚎𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐

Yeo will slightly be cocky about it although I see him as the softest dom. He would be very soft with you tho, giving you loving kisses everywhere and also swooning over how cute you look squirming around for him.

Yeosang pushes you back on the bed gently, as he grabs the thin dildo from the corner of the bed. Placing the toy next to you, Yeosang leans down to press soft pecks on your abdomen. He notices the way your muscles finally relax under his touch before placing the dildo right at your entrance.

You moan when you feel the cold metal make contact with your clit. Yeosang pushes the dildo slightly inside your hole making you grasp and hold onto his biceps. His hand comes down to lock them with yours, as he gives your hand a squeeze. "Relax, Baby. It will all feel good soon." You slightly let loose only for a loud moan to escape your throat when he thrusts up the dildo into you.

Your next words die down in your throat when he pushes up the dildo deep inside you. Yeosang thrusts the metal toy in and out of your hole slowly, stretching you out slowly. Your hips shudder slightly in pleasure as your eyes roll back. Your thighs close around his hands but his hands keep thrusting the toy back and forth. "You're so fucking small princess, can't even take my cock without having me to stretch you out."

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heart-of-a-rebel16 · 3 months

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“Zeb?”

The Lasat blinked what little sleep he had found from his eyes.

“Yeah, kid?” he replied. Karabast, the kit had to pick the middle of the night for his big questions. Just when he was about to nod off to boot. “What’s wrong?”

“…can I sleep with you? Just for tonight?”

“Another one of those nightmares?” Zeb asked, more alert now. They’d been happening more and more since his final showdown with the Grand Inquisitor. Call it a blessing or a curse, but Zeb didn’t miss out on the small whimpers Ezra often made in his sleep.

The boy above him hesitated, then mumbled out an affirmative.

“Alright then,” Zeb sighed. “Get down here. Only so many hours to catch a few winks.”

The bunk above him squeaked, then fell silent as a small body slipped next to his. Without a second thought Zeb curled his arm around Ezra, tucking him into the crook of his arm. Most people were small compared to him, but karabast, he felt ginormous next to Ezra’s slip of a frame.

“You doin’ alright, kid?”

“Yeah,” Ezra sighed sleepily, throwing his arm over Zeb’s stomach. “Sorry for bothering you so late.”

“It’s okay,” Zeb replied, and it was the Ashla’s truth. The little loth-rat might annoy him to no end, but he was family now, and there was nothing more important to Zeb than that.

Ezra nodded, then shuffled closer, tossing his leg over Zeb’s. The kid was half on top of him; the contented sigh that came from Ezra killed any protest that could have come out of his mouth.

“Goodnight, Zeb.”

“Night, Ez.”

#star wars rebels #sw rebels #swr #star wars #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #ezra bridger #star wars scribbles #little mini fic to go along with it!#I’m just saying if my older brother was a cat I take advantage of that for cuddles all the damn time

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spadecentral · 9 months

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🍱 Pain for Food | Jamil Viper x Reader

>> requested: yes, by an anon >> a/n: none

>> masterlist: 400 fllr special , here!! >> summary: you and jamil make poor decisions >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

“Oh!” you had an epiphany. It was ethereal. “Maybe you can hold me on your shoulders so I can get to the top shelf!”

“Why would I do this for you?" Jamil’s voice was flat. “You’re going to get hurt. Badly.”

"Because you love me!" you raised your arms to indicate for him to turn around. “And that stuff up there is really good!”

"Not enough-” he sighed as he watched you pout. “...Fine."

“Yes!” you smiled as he turned around.

“Be careful, though.” he said as he crouched down so you could hop onto his shoulders.

“Yeah yeah,” you brushed off his concern.

“I’m being serious, love.” his voice was stern, even though he knew you wouldn’t listen.

“Whatever you say~”

Getting on his shoulders, he grabbed onto your legs and started to stand up. You curled your torso in case of getting hit in the head, and when you didn’t, you straightened up fully.

“Ow!” you yelped, letting go of your thighs to raise your hand to your head.

“Is everything okay?” Jamil’s voice was laced with worry.

“Yeah! Just… hit my head on the ceiling…” you could tell Jamil was trying to keep a laugh in. “Hey, don’t laugh!”

“Of course, of course,” he said. “Are you alright?”

“Yep, I’m fine.” you brushed it off, trying to ignore the stinging pain that was starting to form on the top of your head. “Now, it’s time to sift through the cabinets.”

As you sifted through the things in the cabinet, the thing tha you were looking for caught your eye. “Aha!! I found it!”

“Good, now take your hands out of the cabinet and I’ll let you down.”

You grabbed the packaging and exited the cabinet, allowing Jamil to let you down. As you descended, your boyfriend’s grip on your thighs was tighter than before, probably trying to keep you stable.

“Alright, you can get off now,” he said as he released you.

“Cool! Thanks Jami!” you smiled at him as you put the package down.

“Come here,” he said, pulling on your arm. “Let me look at your head.”

“I promise it’s fine!” you said, trying to wave it off as nothing.

“Mhm,” is all he said. Inspecting the top of your head, he kissed it before letting you go. “There, now it’s good.”

“...Oh.” is all you said, you face pinker than a raspberry.

#twstnexus #jamil viper #twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper x reader #twst jamil viper #jamil #twisted wonderland jamil #jamil x reader #twst jamil #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #@.twst.works

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helaelaemond · 6 months

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Little Games That We Play - Billy Washington x reader

Pairing: Billy Washington x semi-girlfriend!reader (?)

Word count: 2k

Summary: you pick Billy up from the police station after he's smashed up a butchers' shop. You're sick of him, but not so sick you can say no to getting fucked.

AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, established relationship, penetrative sex, clothed sex.

Content warning(s): rough sex, mentions of Islamophobia, very brief domestic violence (reader slaps Billy)

Rating: E

For Ez, one of my beloved muses.

You march out of the police station with anger in you.

"Sunglasses?" Billy asks as he strides to keep up with you.

You pull them from your bag and shove them to his chest. "A halal butchers?" you ask, your voice full of disgust. He doesn't answer you as you make your way quickly down the stairs and to your banged up old Corsa. Not as sorry as his Cavalier, but nothing to be especially proud of.

"Thanks for coming to get me."

You can't even stomach looking at him. When you're both in the car, you open the windows and screech out of the car park and into the road, barely making it to third by the time you hit thirty.

"Aye, ease up," he tells you in a strained tone.

"You reek," is the only reply you can muster.

The rest of the drive is in silence. On the steering wheel, your knuckles are white. It takes twenty minutes with traffic to get home, and you're too angry to park neatly - half your wheel is on the pavement, and you'll probably get a ticket, but fuck it. Billy can pay for it - when he finally gets a job. The thought makes you snort, and he looks over at you.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"You ain't even got that to your name."

When he laughs in reply, it's dry, humourless. A cheap shot, you know, but Jesus. You're so angry you could push him into traffic, you really could-!

After a long pause, Billy speaks. "I int got my keys."

Silence is the answer you give him. He follows you across the road and up into the flat that you share. It's cluttered and messy and dirty, and you've been spending more and more time back at your mum's place than here lately. It's been a while since it felt like home.

On the stovetop, dirty pans wait to be washed. There's a half-finished Pot Noodle next to it, and a dish of used teabags. This isn't how you saw your life turning out. "Didn't have five minutes to clean up?"

He pours boiling water into two mugs and stirs them both without looking up. He's still wearing those sunglasses. "Didn't know when you'd be home. Didn't see the point."

"You don't help yourself, you know?"

He winces at your raised voice. "Save it, will you? My head's killing me."

"How many did you have last night?" you press. He hands you the cup of tea and you take it without thinking.

"A few."

"How many's a few?"

"I dunno. It was a wake, for fuck's sake, I wasn't counting."

"Yeah? Well, maybe you should've. A butchers', Billy, a fucking butchers'?"

Billy shrugs slightly. His chin is tilted down. Without taking a sip, you set your mug on the dirty counter and grab him by the front of his black shirt.

"What are you playing at?" you hiss.

His lip curls and he turns his face away. "Leave it."

"No! You're throwing your life away, and dragging other people down with it!"

"No one cares enough to be dragged down with me."

You slap him, hard. Across his sharp cheek your hand comes, and it knocks those stupid Aviators right off his nose. "No one cares enough? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Sometimes, Billy is as meek as anything, and he takes the nasty things people say with shining eyes and tight lips. But other times, he comes to the edge of losing control. There is no shine in his eyes now - just the glisten of something dangerous. A thrill goes through you. He catches your wrist and squeezes until it hurts. "The girl who promised she'd never leave. But you're leaving me, aren't you? You're giving up, just like everyone else."

"What do you expect me to do?" you challenge. There are butterflies in your stomach when he pulls you closer, but you fight it. He's stronger than you, though. "Sit around and watch you waste the best years of my life? Watch you drain my bank account?"

"You promised."

"Look at the state of you." Your voice is low, angry. "Dirty clothes. Dirty face. Dirty fucking life."

His lip twitches, but he makes no reply. At least not with his words. One hand winds suddenly into your hair, fingers gripping hard at the root, and he pulls until your neck is arched, and your hands grab desperately for his arms. He doesn't go to the gym anymore, but his biceps are tensed and you hate how much you love the strain in the muscles.

"You're not a man," you hiss. "You need to grow up."

The hate in his heart has put distance between you. But the fire in his eyes is nothing but passion and love for you, you know. It's not enough for you anymore.

It still makes your pussy wet.

And when he shoves you against the messy counter, stomach first, you know what's coming. "Then why are you still here?" he mutters against your ear.

With his half-hard cock grinding in his filthy joggers against your backside, it's difficult to keep your mind on words, let alone an answer to such a complex question. Because you love him. Because you're filled with hope. Because you promised to stay.

You think of how ashamed he sounded on the phone this morning when he asked you to pick him up. You had been the one that he wanted when everything had gone to shit - when he had ruined everything. It was still you. "Because you called."

It comes out more tenderly than you intended. He grunts, and his hips stutter. "You fucking love me. Don't you?"

Gripping onto the countertop, you suppress a shiver and shake your head slightly. "No."

"Yeah, you do." Behind you, Billy shoves up your dress and presses his hand between your thighs. His long fingers rub over your underwear, and with his soft breaths at your ear, he slips them underneath. Between your folds he dips, and he groans to find you hot, the beginning of slickness pooling at your entrance. "Oh, yeah, that's what I thought."

"You don't deserve me," comes your defiant reply. It's punctuated by stiff breaths that give you away, though.

He smells unwashed, and stale beer clings to him like dust. It wraps you up in a haze of devotion and disgust. When he pushes his joggers down, you think of where they've been. He was wearing them when he carried out a hate crime, and when he was picked up by police sitting on the filthy pavement. In the police car and then the cells he wore them, and there are stains on them that you dread to think the origin of.

"Bend over," he tells you.

"No."

He growls against your ear. "Bend over."

"Make me."

And he does. With a hard hand on the back of your neck, he forces you to bend over where you stand. Before you have a moment to think, the blunt head of his cock nudges between your spread thighs, and he sinks into you like he owns you.

"Don't pretend you're too good for me," Billy mutters once he's deep inside you, his groin pressed against your backside. "That's not a fun game."

Your head rests on the counter, eyes closed. In front of you is the dish of teabags. It smells strangely comforting. "This isn't a game."

"Yeah, it is." He slams back and forth into you, once, twice, thrice, and then he pauses. "You love these little games that we play."

You hiss very quietly. "Get on with it."

"Oh?" There's a smirk in his voice now. Smug cunt.

"Just- just do it."

"Do you need it?" he asks. His pace begins smooth and slow. He knows what he's doing.

"Billy," you say through gritted teeth.

"What?"

You are going to have to swallow your pride. At least for a moment. Hopefully it'll be worth it. "Fuck me properly or not at all."

"You want it hard?"

Shit. He knows exactly what he's doing. You hate him for it. "Yes."

"Say it."

"No."

The hand on the back of your neck squeezes in a silent threat. His voice turns cold. It makes your blood run hot. "Say it."

"Fuck you!"

Billy scrapes his nails over your scalp before grasping your hair again and yanking you up slightly. He hisses against your ear. "Say it for me. Or I'll stop."

In a moment of quiet, you consider him. You could walk away now with your dignity. But, God, you feel so empty without him. And now he's inside you and you shift your hips slightly and even that tiny stimulation makes your eyes roll. "Oh, God. F-fuck. Fuck me. Hard."

And he does.

He fucking does.

The noise of your coupling in the little kitchen is obscene. Your skin slaps together as the slickness between your bodies echoes, barely covered by Billy's groans and your laboured breaths. His cock fills you perfectly, pounding into you again and again like you're unbreakable. He fucks you like you belong to him.

It makes your thighs tremble. He doesn't have the decency to touch you anywhere else this time. Sometimes, he spends hours worshipping your whole body, kissing and caressing your skin until you feel like a shrine of his love, godly and devotional. But here, now... he fucks you like he doesn't love you. But like he needs you.

"Fuck!" Billy bites your ear before licking around it. "You gonna keep your mouth shut next time?"

"No," you whine. "You're a piece of shit."

He slides his hand from the back of your neck to your throat, and pulls you up slightly. It makes your hips tilt and back arch, and the new angle makes your knees weak.

"I think you will." Words are punctuated by hard thrusts that feel so good they almost hurt. "Gonna make me come."

"Hand," you tell him. With one still around your throat, the other goes between your legs and his fingers rub a brutal rhythm over your clit. He presses your hot flesh hard and fast until you go weak in his arms. He holds you upright like it's nothing. Like you're nothing.

"Fuck, fuck-!"

"Billy, yes, yes, don't stop, don't-!"

He groans your name. "Fuck, fuck, gonna make me come, I'm-! Yes, oh, God yes, yes, yes-!"

Your orgasm crashes over you at the sound of him reaching his peak, and your knees give way. He holds you tight and strains up on his toes to bury himself as deep as he can, spilling inside you with a gutteral cry. Pleasure erupts from between your legs through your whole body, crashing over you in waves. The hand against your cunt holds you firm, giving you something to keep focus on as aftershocks make you twitch.

"I've got you," he mutters after his moans have subsided. You lean back in his arms, utterly spent. There are no thoughts left in your mind. Floating. You're just floating.

But what goes up, must come down.

"Let go," you mumble.

"Hmm?" His lips are at your neck, soft kisses making your skin tingle.

You push him away. It makes you wince when his cock slips, half hard, out of you. He made your underwear chafe against your thigh when he pushed it aside, you realise now. "Get off."

Billy hangs his head. Hastily, he pulls up his joggers and grabs his mug from the side. You notice the cuts on his knuckles have opened up again. Whatever. That's his own fault.

"Stay."

You look up at him. He avoids your gaze. "Billy..."

"Just... stay."

"Don't ask me that after... after that. You know I..."

"You what?" he asks. And then he looks at you with shining eyes.

"I can't say no to you like this. You... you know that."

He nods. "Yeah. That's why I did it."

It should make you hate him. It's bad enough that he did it, let alone admit it - he fucks you like this to keep you tied to him. But you don't hate him. Instead of leaving, you take your tea and follow him to the couch. Together, you sit down, and drink in silence. You'll stay. Come what may.

#billy washington x reader #billy washington x you #billy washington x y/n #billy washington x oc #ewan mitchell #mine #ewanverse #NOT PART OF ITS ALL FOR U SERIES..... THIS IS JUST A NASTY SIDE PIECE.... EHEHEHEEH

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swoleisthegoal · 7 months

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Free Weights Rule!

#biceps workout #muscular #gym motivation #weight lifting #bodybuilding #bicep curls #ez curls #incline bench #bench press #jock #bodybuilders #bodybuilder #athletes #muscles #culturismo #ripped muscles #ripped #fitness #testosterone

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Handle Him

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Just some spice-adjacent thoughts for Angel that popped up this afternoon ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Not beta-read.

Warnings: Cursing; fluff; jealous Reader; fluffy kissy slightly possessive Angel; established relationship; no Y/N; the only physical trait mentioned is that Reader is shorter than Angel (it does not specify by how much)

Summary: You’ve always been on the quieter side. You’re not the type to flaunt your relationship in public. Angel knows. He knows that you’re likely to shy from his kisses around others—to squirm if his hands linger a little longer than usual on certain parts of your body. He respects it. He doesn’t push, or plead, or ply.

That’s probably half the reason none of these women know about it—or if they’ve heard, the reason that they likely don’t believe it.

“You seen Angel tonight?”

“Fuck yes. He seems wound tight.”

“Kinda standoffish, too. He barely looked at Melissa when she went over there.”

“He’s barely been lookin’ at anybody lately.”

“Gimme an hour, girl. We’ll handle him.”

The insistence is chased with cackling and teasing purrs. You’ve heard this (or conversations like it) for as long as you’ve been hanging around the Mayans clubhouse. It’s nothing new—Angel is a hot commodity. But where those antics used to make you roll your eyes, they make you curl your nails into your palms now. No, Angel hasn’t been looking at anybody around the clubhouse. Angel’s been looking at you and only you for months now.

You’d been skeptical that he would keep his eyes and his hands to himself at first, but by all accounts, he’s been loyal. It’s only been confirmed by the repeated complaints of the girls around the clubhouse. You could always turn around, throw your truth in their face, but they probably wouldn’t believe it. You’ve always been on the quieter side. You’re not the type to flaunt your relationship in public. Angel knows. He knows that you’re likely to shy from his kisses around others—to squirm if his hands linger a little longer than usual on certain parts of your body. He respects it. He doesn’t push, or plead, or ply.

That’s probably half the reason none of these women know about it—or if they’ve heard, the reason that they likely don’t believe it.

But hearing these women talk about him like he’s a prize to be won, like he can be lured into their arms or beds, lights in fire under you the likes of which you’ve never known. You glance over to him just in time to see him draining his beer. You stand, grabbing one of the same from behind the bar and striding over. Your righteous indignation wavers just a little as you pass the gaggle of women planning on handling him. You can feel their gazes following you, but you don’t let that slow you down. Your nerves are lessened as Angel catches your eye—as he gives you a wide smile and passes his cue over to EZ to hold.

“Saw you go dry,” You hold the fresh beer out to him.

“Thanks, baby,” He murmurs, taking hold of the bottle.

“You need anything else?”

“Nah, I’m alright. You good?”

“Mhm,” You nod. Then, summoning all of your courage, you reach up. You curl your shaking hands around his cut, reveling in the crinkle of the leather beneath your palms as you draw him down. You only just catch sight of his eyes widening before you close your own, lips pressing to his. You hear the guys whooping around you, and the thud of Angel setting his beer down before his hands smooth over your hips, giving them a squeeze. You grin as he uses his grasp to draw you just a little closer. You can only imagine those women are getting quite the eyeful. You slip a hand from his collar to smooth over the side of his neck, giving him a squeeze before drawing back, gently breaking your kiss.

Angel gazes down at you with wide, stunned eyes, blinking almost dopily before EZ whacks his arm with the pool cue and a mutter of, “It’s your turn.”

You step out of Angel’s arms and move over to the short cabinet near the table, pushing yourself to sit on it, beside his beer. You don’t say a word as Angel takes the cue, or as he walks around the table to position his shot. You just smile as he lines it up, and catch his eye as you pick his beer up and teasingly tongue the rim. He spits a curse, just narrowly missing his shot. You smile with true bashfulness, muttering an apology as he walks back to you.

“One’a the guys put you up to this, huh?” He asks, palming and spreading your thighs to stand between them. “Trying to get me to fuck up the game?”

“No,” You giggle. “That was an honest mistake.”

Angel grunts, dipping his head and nosing along your jaw. “That’s honest bullshit.” He presses his face into your neck, and you shiver as he draws in a deep breath, then groans.

“Always smell so damn good, baby,” He murmurs, beard and lips brushing against your skin. His begins to hands slip up your thighs, then goes still and tense. “This alright?”

You smile, setting the beer down and curling your arms around his shoulders.

“Yes,” You reassure, casting an eye toward the women. You can’t help the vindicated smile that curls your lips at their gobsmacked, irritated faces. “More than.”

Angel nuzzles into your skin, his hands sliding up your thighs. You squeak, face going hot as he slips one of his hands beneath your ass, giving it a squeeze. You eye the pool table, and the guys' growing irritation.

“It’s your turn again,” You warn.

“Alright.” He draws back, tipping his chin down to look at you. “You gonna keep your hands off’a my beer?”

“If I must.”

Angel grins, giving your ass another cheeky squeeze before drawing away. You lean back against the wall, swinging one leg back and forth as you watch the guys play. You make it a point to keep your eyes on them, and not to stray back toward the others—to the women that mistakenly thought that they could handle him.

“What’s gotten into you tonight?”

It’s a fair question. You’re a little surprised he’s taken so long to ask it, and you’re incredibly happy that he’s not facing you when he finally does. Angel’s chosen to sit out the last couple of rounds of pool, instead leaning against the cabinet and chilling with you as you watch the others. You’re cuddled up against his back now, arms looped around his shoulders, hands dangling against his chest. You’ve been bracing for the question, but now that he’s asked it, your embarrassment and nerves are beginning to creep up again.

You press your face into his neck, despite the fact that he can’t see you without twisting or turning.

“It’s gonna sound petty and stupid,” You mumble sullenly.

“From you? There’s no way.”

His insistence warms you. You sigh softly, lifting your chin and resting it on his shoulder again.

“...Those girls were talking about you. About getting to you.”

“That’s why?”

“I know,” You groan, leaning back and slouching against the wall, raising your hands to scrub over your face. “I told you: petty and stupid.”

Angel’s fingers curl around your wrists, giving them a tug and drawing them back from your face. You expect to find him smiling amusedly, but when you get a good look at him, you see a darkness in his eyes that you’re usually only privy to when you’re alone. It turns your insides molten hot. Angel uses his grip on your wrists to draw you closer again, pulling your hands behind his back. You bite your lip as he nudges your nose with his.

“Is this what you want?” He murmurs. “Wanna show all’a them that I’m yours?”

You swallow thickly, eyelids fluttering at the brush of his breath against your lips.

“You wanna show ’em who I belong to?” He eggs on as you squeeze your thighs around his hips.

“Little bit,” You mumble as your face heating.

“Just a little bit?” He repeats with a soft chuckle. But he’s not making fun of you—oh, no. He’s just riling you up more. “Maybe you oughta teach them a lesson. What if they forget, hm?”

You close the distance, kissing him harshly. Angel groans, the buzz of it vibrating against your lips as he lets go of your hands. You suck in a breath as his hands slide around your back, slotting your hips tightly together. You slip your hands up into his hair, weaving the strands through your fingers and giving them a tug. His lips part with the feeling, a heady moan slipping from them. You sweep your tongue into his mouth, swirling it sweetly around his.

Just minutes ago, this would’ve felt like a gamble. Just a couple of hours ago, this would’ve been inconceivable. Now, you can’t think of anything other than staking your claim on him in front of everybody in that damn clubhouse until there is no question of who he belongs with, and to.

Angel’s hand sneaks up under the hem of your shirt, fingers spreading across your back. You tip your head to the side, whimpering softly as Angel’s other hand drops to your thigh, hiking it just a little further around him. The tug shifts you even further toward the edge of the cabinet, and you pull in a stunned breath as Angel curls over you, sucking kisses along the side of your neck. You tip your hips down against his, thrilling at the feeling of him hardening in his jeans. You slip a hand between the two of you, palming him and grinning as he growls low, bucking against your hand.

If you had just a second more, just a touch more boldness, you’d slip your fingers past his waistband—

“Would you two get a room?” Gilly grouses behind Angel.

“Seriously, bro. We don’t need to see this,” EZ pipes up, whacking his brother on the shoulder.

Angel straightens up, an almost glazed look in his eyes as his tongue sweeps across his kiss-plumped lips. He takes a step back, gripping your hand and helping you down from the cabinet. You don’t even bother to hide your giddiness as you let him tug you from the room, in full view of the other club members, their old ladies, and the others. You don’t care where you’re going, and frankly, you don’t care.

Your man has it handled.

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gymft1 · 7 months

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Shoulder exercises with the straight bar, EZ bar, and T bar

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swole-beard · 8 months

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(Metal Screeching Sound Warning)

I don't know about y'all but I love doing curls.

#fitness #health & fitness #workout stuff #workout #weightlifting #fitblr #fitness log #ez bar #curls

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jelzorz · 2 months

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171.

There's a wedding in the castle that everyone goes to because it's Barius' niece. Callum doesn't really know much about her—he hadn't had the easiest time making friends when he was younger (step-prince thing and all), and she's a few years older than him so he he's never has much to do with her. He thinks he remembers her flirting with Soren when they were younger maybe?—but everyone else is going, so he goes because he doesn't get a choice.

"It'll be fun," Ez promises.

Weddings, in Callum's opinion, are supposed to be for close friends and family, which he, in this case, is very much not. "I don't think I've ever even spoken to Alys," he grumbles.

"Yeah, but she's Barius' family, and Barius is basically our family. Come on, Callum. You should come." Ez gives him that look he perfected years ago: big eyes, jutted-out lip, and Callum rolls his eyes and sighs, lips twitching just a little at how well his brother can wheedle.

So he goes. It's a good time. Opeli conducts the ceremony, as always, and Alys and her new husband say their vows and kiss before a crowd of friends and family and friends of family (Barius cries as the ceremony closes), and then it's all dancing and drinks outside in the warm spring air. There are lights strung over the gardens, and Soren has too much wine and Ez has too much cake, and Callum finds it isn't too bad, all things considered. Alys seems friendly enough. He hopes she and her new husband have a lovely time.

But long before the party winds down, Callum drifts away, as he's wont to do these days. It's too loud and there's too many people and he just doesn't really have it in him to dance. He's been told it's rude to leave before the bride and groom so he sticks it out, but he does, eventually, find a bench a little way away, close enough that he can still hear the laughter and pretend he's having a good time, but far enough from the crowd that they can't see the downturn in his lips.

Ez finds him when the tea comes out. He brings over two teacups, his smile genuine but apologetic and a little remorseful all at once. He sits down next to Callum and the air buzzes with a bunch of things he wants to say that he doesn't. Callum accepts the tea without a word.

"You okay?" Ez asks in the end.

Callum breathes out a chuckle and keeps his eyes on his tea. "It's just loud," he says. "I had fun."

"Did you actually?"

"Yeah," he says. "It was a good night."

Ez snorts ruefully. "You don't have to lie. I'm sorry I made you come out. I know you're still having a hard time."

"Mm." Callum only shrugs and stares into his tea. Steam curls over his face but he barely feels it. There are ripples forming over the reflection of the moon.

He sighs. "Do you think this might have been us if she'd stayed?"

Ez chuckles sadly and sets a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah," he murmurs. "I think so."

#rayllum #in anticipation #was gonna do something a bit longer to celebrate my last night shift ever #but it was busy so this is all i got #post ttm is always so much Fun

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nattinatalia · 8 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : FIRST CRUSHES

A/N : Requested by my sexy boo thangggg @heavyhitterheaux

“Daddy, daddy.” Mia yells, running into the kitchen.

“Yes, my daughter?”

Jack notices Mia looking around the kitchen, then smiles wide “We have a situation.”

That has Jack alerted and sitting up straight “What’s wrong?

“Well it’s an Ezequiel situation.” She looks to the side and calls over her brother. “Tell him.”

Ezequiel shakes his head no, “Momma gonna get hurt.”

“Why would mommy get hurt little man? What’s wrong?”

“Well daddy, you know how Ez started school?” Mia asks

Jack is nodding, still very much confused. “Yeah?”

Mia smiles, patting her brother's shoulder. “Well Ez likes a girl.”

Jack perks up and smiles “Ohh does he??”

Ez hides behind his sister, chewing on a baby carrot that he somehow managed to get out from his pocket. “I guess.”

Mia rolls his eyes “He does daddy, he’s in love.” She teases.

Ezequiel starts shaking his head “not love.”

“Okay, maybe not in love like you and mommy but daddy he has a crush.” Mia giggles.

“Okay, and where do I come in on this?”

Ezequiel starts tugging at the corner of his shirt “I wanna get her flowers”

Mia smiles “See, he only buys flowers for mommy so he really likes this girl.”

Jack nods “You want to buy her flowers little man? That’s so thoughtful of you.”

“But don’t tell momma.”

“What? Why?”

Ezequiel shrugs, “She's gonna be sad.”

Jack smiles at his son, “Your momma will understand. But if you don’t want to tell her right now then that’s totally fine.” He brushes EZ’s curls to the side, “Now, this is coming out of your piggy bank.”

Ez eyes go wide “But daddy, I don’t have money.”

“Ezequiel, we gave you your allowance last week.”

He smiles nervously, “I bought baby carrots, Uncle Druski didn’t have money so I had to buy them with my money.”

Mia chuckles, “Uncle Dru never has money for us, but when he goes sees girls dance, he’s rich.”

Jack gasps, “ALIZE MIA HARLOW.”

“What? What did I do?”

Jack shakes his head, “I don’t even want to know where you know that from.”

Mia shrugs, “Uncle Copey and Sunni told Nino Urb last night.”

Ez groans, “So can we go buy the flowers before bed time?”

“Yeah, let’s go little man. Mia, you stay here with your mom.”

Mia nods, “I’m not lying if she asks where you two went.”

Jack rolls his eyes, “Girl, I’m not asking you to, just tell her we went to run a quick errand.”

“Isn’t that lying?”

“Mia, noo, because that’s what we’re doing.”

“Okay, okay geesh.” Mia rolls her eyes. “Hurry up”

******************

“So little man.” Jack starts, looking down at Ezequiel. “Do you know which ones you want?”

He shrugs, staring at all the different colors of flowers scattered around. “I don’t know.”

“That’s totally fine, what’s her favorite color?”

Ezequiel groans, “I don’t know.”

Jack chuckles, “What color is her backpack and lunchbox?”

“Ohhh, it’s pink.”

“So get her pink ones.”

He nods, “Thank you daddy.” He starts looking around at every bucket that’s filled with different kinds of flowers and roses until he finds the one he thinks is perfect.

Jack and Ezequiel are walking around the flower shop, with the flowers EZ had picked, until he makes a quick stop.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asks him.

Ezequiel looks up at him, “You buy momma some too.”

“From you?” Jack raises his eyebrows.

“Us two.” He shrugs, thinking hard.

“Hmm, okay, your plan and I’m listening.” Jack takes out his phone. “Let’s hurry up because your mom is wondering where we’re at.”

Ezequiel gasps, “Mia.”

“She probably didn’t say anything, don’t worry little man.”

************

Jack and Ezequiel were about to walk into the house but the little man was worried, fidgeting with the little flowers on his arms.

“What if momma is there?”

“She’s gonna be there bud, just run straight to your bedroom and I’ll handle your mother.”

Ezequiel sighs, “Okay, let’s do this.” He pushes the door open as he walks in slowly, Jack following behind him with a smile on his face.

Once they make it towards the living room, Ezequiel looks back at Jack with worry.

“Go, I got this.” Jack nods, trying to block him from your point of view.

“I saw those, are they for me little man?” You gush.

“No, bye.” Ezequiel yells and runs away to escape into his bedroom.

You raise your eyebrows, turning your head to Jack. “What was that about?”

“Nothing.” Jack shrugs, setting the flower arrangement he had holding on the center of the coffee table.

You’re eyeing Jack, can’t help but feel that your two boys are keeping something from you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asks, chuckling as he sits next to you.

You raise your eyebrows at him, “What are you hiding?”

“Baby relax, it’s nothing.”

“It’s definitely something if my son ran straight to his bedroom and didn’t even come to hug me or kiss me.” You cross your arms, “He always does, no matter if he was gone for a few or for hours, he always hugs me and gives me my cheesy kisses. So what did you do to my son?”

“What did I do? Why do I always have to do something?” He laughs.

“Because, you, Urban and Clay are always up to no good when it comes to my children.”

“I promise you, it’s nothing big nor bad.” He pats his chest, “Now lay that pretty head on me, and let’s watch this movie.”

Before you could answer him, you hear footsteps coming down the stairs, you look up and see both your kids walking into the living room.

Mia instantly skips over to the couch, smirking. You already she’s up to no good.

“Mom, guess what?”

“Mia.” Jack warns.

You look between them three. “What Mia?”

“Oh nothing.” Mia chuckles.

Ezequiel, who was standing by the couch, was deep in thought. “¿Qué tienes mi niño?”

He looks up at you and tugs at the zipper of his hoodie. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course mi vida, always.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

You quickly turn to look at Jack, but he’s smirking too, identical as Mia’s little smirk. If there is one thing your husband and daughter share, it is how they love to stir the pot, and play pranks. They love to team up and make everyone around them sweat.

“Momma?” Ezequiel’s soft little voice brings you back.

“Yes, sorry baby.” You smile at him. “What’s going on?”

“I buy flowers.”

You nod, “I know I saw them, they’re beautiful baby.”

“But they not for you this time.”

You try your best to conceal your shocked reaction. “Ohhh??” You cough, “so who are they for?”

He starts fidgeting, patting his pockets and when he can’t find what he was looking for, he starts scratching the side of his thumbs with his index fingers and looking around the living room.

“Here little man.” Jack hands him one of his many little fidget toys.

“Thank yous.” He takes a deep breath, squeezing the fidget toy.

“Ezequiel, todo esta bien mi amor, ven.” You reach out for him, he takes hold of your hand and you pull him in and sit him between you and Jack. “Whoever the flowers are for, it’s okay baby. I’m not mad.”

“But momma.” He whispers. “It’s for a girl.”he covers his face with his hands.

“A girl? What girl?”

“Cheesy has a little crush on a girl from his class. He wanted to buy her flowers but didn’t want you to get upset because he always gets you some with daddy.” Mia says, she makes her way to you and Ezequiel, she kneels down to be in front of her brother.

“Cheesy, it’s okay.” She ruffles his little curly hair. “I was kidding when I said she’ll be hurt.”

“Mia.” You gasp out.

“Sorry.”

Jack shakes his head at his daughter, but reaches for Ezequiel and puts him on his lap. “Little man, everything is okay.”

“But is momma okay?” He asks worriedly.

That tugs at your heartstrings, your little boy worried about your feelings and how you’ll react, is definitely making you feel emotional.

“I’m okay baby.” You smile at him. “I think it’s nice and thoughtful that you bought a classmate some beautiful flowers. I bet she’ll love them.”

“So you’re not mad?” He looks at you.

You shake your head, “Never, you spoil me so much with flowers everyday, I’m lucky.”

He takes a breath of relief and hugs you. “You’re the best.”

“No, you are.”

He smiles, “You always my number one girl.”

“HEY WHAT ABOUT ME?” Mia pouts out.

“You after momma.”

She rolls her eyes, “I’ll take it I guess.”

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frannyzooey · 5 months

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“open your mouth” with ez???

omfg, this one has so many different ways you could go with it 💀

Ezra x f!reader, In the Dark Universe

Shameless in his lust, he encourages the same in you.

So supportive, so competent, so encouraging and experienced - there is nothing he hasn't heard of or done before. With any other partner, you'd always tiptoed around the edge of what you wanted via text, or phone call, or a murmured confession during sex, breathed into the crook of their neck or against their mouth.

But with him, you always find the courage to say it out loud.

Shameless in your wants: just like him, and just the way he likes it.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, wanting to see the milky white spend that covered your tongue. Your knees an unforgiving dig on the hardwood floors of your apartment, you obeyed immediately and let him gently push the excess that drooled from your bottom lip back inside, sucking it from his fingers.

"Open your mouth," he groaned, stuffing two of his thick fingers inside while using his other hand to bend your knees up against your chest. His cock impossibly deep and hitting a spot inside you that you'd never had anyone else reach, he kept the rapid pump of his hips in time as he forced his fingers deeper, sliding them across your tongue, your mouth and pussy stuffed full of him.

"Open your mouth." His hand cupping your jaw, his thumb pressed down on your chin and when you dutifully opened, he was still for a moment. Black bleeding into the brown of his mesmerizing eyes, he held your gaze as he leaned forward....and spit into your open mouth.

"Swallow it."

You did, your mouth immediately opening for more and a slow spreading smile graced his face at your eagerness. You'd told him about this secret want a week ago, and he was determined to deliver.

"How much do you think you can fit?" he asked, sliding his fingers into your mouth.

Your tongue exploring the ridges and valleys and your saliva pooling between them, he slipped them from your mouth, and still glistening, started to undo his belt. One handed and full of casual confidence, his other hand cupped the back of your head to pull you closer to the apex of his thighs.

You watched his fingers work the buckle open, your mouth already watering. Wiry curls at the base of his cock peeked through the open zipper.

"Open that mouth again, Birdie." He leaned forward, the scent of his skin filling your senses as his mouth rested right next to your ear. "I'm gonna fuck it."

#in the dark drabble #ezra x you #ezra x reader #ezra/you #ezra/reader

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