#ezra don

[grayisaghost]

[vill-vi]

more shitty art for yalls but i think they would be besties

[delusinalandpassionate]

My wish - to get Don, Outis and Meursault IDs as Distortion detective characters

[luca-armed-and-neurodivergent]

Haha oh boy two Limbus text posts with moderate but not negative reception and I’m already going into controversial territory

My picks for distortion detective ids :) … oh boy I’m gonna be put in the singing machine for there but THEY ALL HAVE REASONINGS YOUR HONOUR

Let’s just start with the easy ones

Ezra and Dias : Ezra don/Dias Faust … do I need to explain these ? Well Ezra is very energetic and a big fan of Workshops just like don but exchange workshops with fixers. And Faust and Dias just click … ya dig ?

The one where there isn’t an obvious choice but which will need an explanation

YuRia I believe should be ryoshu, her „interest“ in psychomends mirrors ryoshus „interest“ in „art“ her personality also fits onto ryoshu more than other options (yi sang because smart and an inventor… and that’s about it Faust is already given to dias)

Oh boy this is gonna have people look at me weird

Vespa crabro: now meursault is the obvious pick and one I’d agree with, one small issue tho… I believe SINCLAIR is a better pick in all honesty. Why ? Let’s start superficial, young and a powerhouse (especially when they experience strong emotions).and for the more story aspects. They were forced out of a rather good position in life without any choice. Vespa losing his job and Sinclair losing his family and they both have a bad history with an evil group (we don’t know if Vespa was traumatized by the thumb like Nagel und Hammer traumatized Sinclair but it’s clear he holds distain for the syndicate)

And now for the grand finale the thing I might get hate for

Moses

And no it is NOT outis … stop booing me I’m right „but old woman“ „but smoke war“ well guess what. The person I’m thinking off neutralizes both points and yes ITS GREGOR first the superficial points… Gregor is old too bro is 35 he’s already standing with two feet in his grave and yeah smoke war and stuff… also both Gregor and Moses are missing an arm and they both smoke… now for the story THE BIG THING why I believe Gregor is a better pick. It’s because they resemble each other. Just on different sides of the war. Both were essentially brainwashed by a powerful entity on their side of the war. Hermann the head scientist of g Corp and Dias the cult leader of the Udjat. Both also were the favorite underling of said powerful figure and both Moses and Gregor were put into a leadership position Gregor being the mascot and war hero of g Corp, Moses the captain of the udjat and both now have major ptsd from the war also holding distain for their respective brainwasher. And let’s not forget both have been on record for turning into a creature when in emotional distress

Or in short: Ezra/don Dias/Faust YuRia/ryoshu Vespa/Sinclair Moses/Gregor

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

[deadofnightcomic]

This roadtrip may have gotten a little sidetracked

[welcometohelck]

Click for better quality <3

[marshmallow-sims]

Ezra’s first hike.

[comicwaren]

From Night Thrasher Vol. 2 #001, “Don’t Call It a Comeback”

Art by Nelson Dániel and Matt Milla

Written by J. Holtham

[nerds-yearbook]

The final episode of Lost in Space aired on March 6, 1968. Sadly, the series ended with the no resolution so apparently they are still lost in space. The episode marked the only time in the series that the Jupiter 2 fired a missle. Some viewers have noted that the Statue of Liberty prop from the Planet of the Apes can be seen in the junk yard. ("Junkyard in Space", Lost in Space, TV Event)

[odysseys-blood]

thinking abt how masks are a vital tool for the udjat and how ezra still maintains that perspective(? not quite the word i want to use but you get it) subconsciously with her distortion being a collection of masks that she switches between to survive in relationships with the people she meets

[grayisaghost]

Low key huge spoilers but I just couldn’t help but post this, first time really using procreate and I just think it looks really cool!

[adamwatchesmovies]

Harry and the Hendersons (1987)

I’ve had some bad experiences with Bigfoot movies. I remember enjoying Abominable, which is basically Rear Window with a Skunk Ape. Sasquatch, with Lance Henriksen is so bad you’re better off forgetting it. Most examples of the "genre" either fall into the offensive category. At best you'll get something so bad it's good again (I recommend Nightclaws if that’s what you’re looking for). After all these horror movies, it was a surprise to find a gentle, family friendly and charming Abominable Snowman film in the form of Harry and the Hendersons even more surprising is that it's good!

While on a family hunting/camping trip, the Hendersons – father George (John Lithgow), mother Nancy (Melinda Dillon) and their two children Sarah (Margaret Langrick) and Ernie (Joshua Rudoy) – hit a Sasquatch with their car. Unaware that it’s merely knocked out, they strap it to the roof of their vehicle and bring it home.

Created by Rick Baker, “Harry” is a marvellous special effect. You can’t tell whether it’s someone in a suit and makeup or an elaborate electronic. I’m sure it’s a mixture of both but the creature’s movements, its facial expressions, the way it’s shot make it completely convincing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear they actually had a Sasquatch on-screen.

This is not a frightening film at all, but if you’re looking to make one, you’ve got to see the way director William Dear handles Harry. You are slowly teased the design. As the Hendersons peer over what they think is a carcass that would send any cryptozoologist into an ocean of ectasy, you see just enough to wet your appetite. You’ll be on your tiptoes trying to peer over the edge of your TV to see Harry’s face and when they finally show the creature in its full glory, you’re blown away. The special effects give Harry a wonderfully expressive face that conveys emotions you instantly relate to. Even without any dialogue, Harry becomes an instantly lovable entity.

The film also features a surprisingly strong character arc for John Lithgow’s character, George. A run-of-the-mill picture would have an obvious change that goes something like this: at first, he doesn’t like Harry. Maybe he wants to kill, or sell the creature for money. By the end, he’d consider Harry a friend or a member of the family. In Harry and the Hendersons, the character is deeper than that. We learn about George's relationship with his father (M. Emmet Walsh), what made him the man he is today and where he’ll go in the future. John Lithgow is a great actor and it’s satisfying to see that he isn’t simply walking around in a dumb role while shenanigans happen around the house. There’s a moment where he spends time drawing a promotional poster for his father’s store and the way that plays out hit a strong cord with me.

There are plenty of laughs and warm emotions found throughout the film. Even the villains are not really that bad and the conclusion resists the obvious, lame decisions we often see in children’s films. Instead, it opts for the right choice and pursues the tone it’s had throughout all the way through.

I’m not going to call the picture a classic. You can’t help but compare the film to E.T. and this just isn't on that same level. Some of the characters are dropped halfway through and not all of the jokes work… but that’s ok. It's the perfect pick for a family movie night that includes both the young and the old. (On VHS, April 24, 2018)

[endless-ineffabilities]

there's hope for us yet - (1/2)

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader

After being overpowered by Baylan Skoll, Ahsoka and the reader find themselves in the World Between Worlds, each confronted with a version of Anakin. The reader meets the Anakin she fell in love with. Or, still loves.

masterlist ▪︎ part two

"Hello, stardust."

Two words. Two simple but poignant words to send you out of orbit. Wherever you are.

You had opened your eyes to an endless picture of the galaxy, stars and planets as far as you can see. Planes of light acting like pathways, one of which you found yourself lying down on.

Then you stood, head light.

And then you hear him.

Anakin.

You swear there is nothing else like it, the sound of his voice which used to be your very anchor.

"Impossible." You whisper, before finally turning around.

There he stands, as real as the last day you saw him. Donning his dark Jedi attire, blonde curls atop his perfect face.

"What did I tell you?" He tsked at you, shaking his head fondly. "Nothing's impossible."

"I'm dead, aren't I?" You take a step closer, as he walks towards you. This must be heaven, you want to add, but that seemed too hopeful. Desperate.

Heaven, after all, would always be with him. Anakin, who was lost after the duel on Mustafar.

"Do you really think that, stardust?" He reaches you, tucking a stray strand behind your ear. "Look around."

So you do. But truth be told, you don't want to look at anything else apart from him.

"Another... realm," you try to figure it out. "You've mentioned this, haven't you? Obi-Wan talked of a realm that encompasses all realms. All of time and space."

Anakin hums in approval, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. "If in here I still have you... then here is all there ever should be."

You feel tears pricking at your eyes, trying hard to fight them off. He swoops in at your rescue, bridging the gap between you two with a searing kiss.

It feels real, you think. And it must be, because how else can it make your entire being ablaze. His lips are softer than your memory serves, the sweet taste of him ingrained like a branding. Ani, Anakin. Your Anakin.

His tongue snakes past your teeth, begging for more. His hand tilts your head back to gain leverage.

"My stardust," he whispers against your skin, when he pulls away to drag his lips on your cheek. When he repeats it, his words take on a different tone. "My stardust. Mine." He nearly growls at the end, the sound of it low and grating in your ear.

The Force shifts. Where you felt uncertainty and hope, now you feel something darker. Something's not right here.

"Where is Ahsoka?"

"That's nothing you should concern yourself with." Anakin steps to your side, one hand toying with your hair. When he is behind you, you feel his breathing on the back of your neck, just imploring you to give in. "What matters is us, stardust."

"This isn't real." You shake your head. "At least, this is not my time, my current path. I have to go back. We have to find Ezra."

"This is real." His arm wraps around your shoulders, pressing your back to his chest. "You wound me, stardust. Do you not want me? Just like this?"

"I can feel you," you step away from him, immediately deflated at the lack of contact, as wrong as it may be. "and you're not really my Anakin, are you?"

He chuckles, low in his chest. There is nothing friendly about the gesture. "I am who I have always been meant to become. This is me. This is the man you love."

"No." You circle each other, akin to predator and prey, and you're not sure which one you are. "The man I love ..." you raise your voice, resolve weakening, "... is dead."

A moment hangs between you, filled with silence, but electrifying all the same. He holds you in his steel blue gaze, and for just a second, you can believe that he is truly yours. His mouth curls up in that familiar smirk, his eyebrows raise toward the center.

Please, he seems to say, this is me. I love you now, as I always have.

But the moment passes, and a gloom casts over his expression.

"Fine," he sneers. "Have it your way, stardust."

And the world falls all around you.

Everything is burning.

The Clone Wars rage at all sides, smoke filling the air and impairing your line of sight.

Anakin was by your side one second, the next he was lost to you in the midst of all the fighting.

You think you can hear him calling your name, but it seems so far away. Your main focus is on the open wound by your ribs, sustained from a blaster shot, staining blood through your white tunic.

You groan due to it all, but the familiarity of the pain somehow dulls the sensation.

I've been here before.

Anakin calls your name, much nearer now, and soon enough he is right in front of you. Face contorted in a mixture of rage and relief.

"Stardust!" He yells. "I told you to stick with me. Why do you never listen?"

"It's not my fault! I was..." Pain shoots through you, bringing you to your knees, and you press your hand against your side. "I was sidetracked by all the..."

"You're hurt. Kriff's sake, stardust. How can you do this me?"

"To you? I'm the one injured here."

He babbles on, inspecting your wound with precise movements. "I don't know what I would do without you. You can't get hurt, do you hear me? I would not be able to fight in these wars. You have to be alright."

His sincerity tugs at your heart, and you reach for his face. He takes a deep breath, pressing his nose against your palm.

"I'll be alright, Ani," you try to calm him down. "Nothing a little bacta spray can't fix."

"Right," he reaches inside his pocket, revealing the spray case. The immediate relief you feel as the solution comes in contact with your wound makes you sigh deeply. "This should tide you over until we get you to a medic."

"Snips alright?" You look around, trying to catch a glimpse of his young Padawan.

"She's alright," he confirms, helping you up with one arm firmly around you. "Worry about yourself for now, okay?"

"Are you alright?" You completely ignore his sentiment, giving him a once over. Well, what are you thinking? Of course he's alright. Anakin can face a thousand belligerents on his own and come out unscathed.

He pauses, a smile encroaching upon his face.

"Oh, stardust." He sighs, moving in front of you, and holding your face with both hands.

An explosion erupts from behind him, billowing fires. The atmosphere is red, an intense haze of destruction looming over the scene. There is screaming from all sides. Cries of attack and defense.

But Anakin only has eyes for you.

"I'll always be okay, as long as I have you by my side."

You remember this moment. You remember how you clammed up, and merely nodded in response. The gloom of battle like an assault to your senses.

Say something. But you can't, because you didn't.

Anakin presses a kiss to your forehead, and your eyes close.

And then he is gone.

I will always be with you, Ani.

But it is too late.

Always.

This is just a two-parter, and the next part will be sad/angsty, so brace yourselves. He is Darth Vader, after all.

update: part two is posted!

[redskull199987]

Love me again

Ezra Bridger x fem!Jedi!reader

Word count:2.1k

Warnings: !SPOILERS! for Ahsoka Ep. 6, minor injuries, canon typical violence, you can maybe notice that I was a bit pissed at Sabine-

Summary:After being knocked out by Baylan Skoll, you regain your senses on his ship as a prisoner on your way to find Ezra…and Thrawn

Part I (you are here), Part II

Masterlist

“Ezra…please, don´t go”

“We will see each other again, I promise.”

“Ezra…”

“I love you, Y/N”

Your head was pounding, as you slowly came back to your senses. Memories of conversations long ago haunting your dreams and making you want to wake up again.

“Ezra…”, you mumbled, as your eyes slowly opened, the world before you still blurry.

“Easy there, you hit your head pretty hard”

As you finally managed to gain your full consciousness again, you realized that the person in front of you, very much wasn´t Ezra. It was Sabine. You looked at her with confusion written all over your face, as you slowly sat up.

“Sabine? Where are we?”, you mumbled, taking in your surroundings. It looked like you were in a small prison cell. Only a bench adorned the dimly lit room. Taking another look at Sabine, only confirmed your suspicion.

“We were captured.”, Sabine finally said, after a few moments of silence, “By Baylan. We are currently on the way to the place where Ezra is.”

“And Thrawn.”, you mumbled to yourself, as bits and pieces of what had happened on Arcana came back to you…

Fear filled your eyes, as you arrived at the battleground. Ahsoka was fiercely fighting Baylan Skoll, trying to obtain the map.

“Ahsoka!”, you yelled, as you grabbed your own lightsaber, joining in to the battle.

Just in time, you jumped forward, preventing Ahsoka from being cut in half and pushing Baylan back a few inches.

“Get the map!”, Ahsoka instructed and you nodded at her, ready to sprint towards the small orb, but before you could reach it, a blazing red blade appeared right in front of you, blocking your path.

“Not so fast”, Baylan mumbled, preparing to strike, but you managed to block him beforehand. Your lightsabers colliding in an explosion of colors, as your green blade pushed against his red one. And those few moments were already enough for Ahsoka to lunge forward and grab the map. A scream of pain left her lips, as the glowing orb burned her skin and she dropped it to the floor.

Momentarily distracted by your companions' actions, Baylan managed to push you back. You only had seconds to react, but you were too slow. You felt the burning pain in your hand, as Bayllan hit you with his lightsaber, causing you to drop your own. You looked up at him, thinking that he would kill you right then and there. But instead of impaling you, he used the force to send you flying against one of the gigantic stone pillars, knocking you unconscious almost immediately.

You heard Ahsoka yell your name, but what happened afterwards was not known to you. 

“Where is Ahsoka?”, you finally asked, after a few minutes of thinking. Sabine looked at you with sorrow in her eyes:”She…She was fighting Baylan, when I arrived, but he knocked her over the edge of the cliff. I don´t know if she's alive or not.”

“And then what?!”, you pressed, trying not to think about the possibility of Ahsoka being dead,”Did you just give them the map and left her behind?”

“I had no choice!”; she tried to defend herself, walking up and down the small room, even if that were only a few steps.

“I thought she was dead! You were laying there, also possibly dead. I was alone and this was the only way to ever see Ezra again!”, she explained, finally looking at you, still sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.

“Sabine…”, you began, taking a slow breath in,”Believe me, out of all people that you know, I am probably the only one who understands how much you want to see Ezra again, but preventing Thrawn from returning to our galaxy is more important. We can´t let him start another war. That's not what Ezra wanted. He made this sacrifice, so that Thrawn would forever be exiled and now, we have to make sure, it stays that way.”

Before Sabine could say anything, the door to your prison cell opened and two Storm Troopers entered.

“Time to get up!”, one of them said sternly, as he grabbed your arm, harshly pulling you to your feet, while the other grabbed Sabine.

It took you a few seconds to gain your footing, the blunt force that had caused your knockout on Arcana still affecting you. As the Trooper realized you were struggling to stand, he pushed you forward, causing you to stumble to the ground again.

“Get going already!”, he yelled, as you slowly stood up again.

“Hey, she's injured!”Sabine yelled, but the Troopers ignored her. As you were finally standing on your feet again, the Trooper grabbed your arm again and they both started escorting you and Sabine out of the prison cell. 

After a few minutes of walking in silence, you finally reached your destination. You couldn`t believe your eyes, as you took in what was in front of you. 

Grand Admiral Thrawn himself was standing there, waiting for you and Sabine. He looked exactly like you remembered him. His red eyes bored into your skull, as he looked you both up and down. 

“Sabine Wren”, he said, as you came to a halt in front of him,”And Y/N L/N”

“Thrawn…”, Sabine said quietly, looking at him with the same disgust in her eyes, as he held for her.

“What a delight it is after so long to see familiar faces.”, Thrawn continued, not one ounce of emotion in his voice,”I understand it is you I have to thank for my escape from exile.”

“Where is Ezra?”, you finally spoke, ignoring his question entirely.

“Ah yes.”, he smiled, looking down at you,”The desire to be reunited with your long lost Lover…”, he briefly turned around to Sabine,”...and Friend.”

He paused, looking to the ground for a second:”How that singular focus will reshape our galaxy.”

“Just answer the question.”,Sabine interrupted him, anger lacing her voice. 

“No need for hostility.”, Thrawn smiled, as calm as someone who was about to start a new war, had ever talked.

“I´m aware of your agreement with Baylan Skoll, and I intend to honor it.”, Thrawn continued to explain as he turned away from you. You eyed Sabine from the side, as she had never told you about any agreement.

You watched how a Storm Trooper with a patchwork armor of white and gold walked over to you, taking off your cuffs.

“You shall have provisions, a mount, and our latest intel on Bridger´s whereabouts.”,Thrawn revealed.

You furrowed your brows in confusion:”So, that's it? You´re just gonna let us walk out of here?”

“You two helped my cause. Now I shall help you.”, Thrawn explained with a little bow of his head,”You should know, though, that once my starship departs, you´ll be stranded here forever. It's also quite possible that your friend…is dead.”

You shook your head, a sarcastic grin lacing your features. You knew that he had to be up to something. He would never just let you walk out of there.

“If you survived, I'm sure he's doing just fine.”, Sabine suddenly said, her voice sounding like venom.

Thrawn seemed to be agitated by her statement and stepped towards her concerningly slowly:”You have gambled the fate of your galaxy on that belief.”

“You wouldn't understand.”, Sabine countered, staring up at Thrawn with nothing but hate in her eyes.

Even though you knew what she meant, you couldn't help but agree with Thrawn. You had to find Ezra now or else, everything would be lost. You needed to turn this battle to your favor or the galaxy would fall into darkness.

After a few seconds of silence, Thrawn looked over to you, inspecting your face for any signs of disagreement, but you didn't let him see your concerns, so he finally looked back at Sabine:”Perhaps not.”

“We'd rather not waste anymore time.”, you interrupted their little conversation,”What kind of ride you got around here?”

After being given back your belongings, you were escorted to your ride. Much to your and Sabine´s dismay, it wasn't a speeder, but a domesticated creature called Howler. It apparently went by the name Tota. 

You looked at the creature for a few seconds before stepping forward and petting it´s snout. Tota happily licked your hand in response.

“You're injured. You ride.”, Sabine said, patting your shoulder, leaving no room for protest. You only nodded and mounted the Howler, as Sabine grabbed the leash.

“Be warned”, One of the Troopers instructed,”Nomads wander this wasteland and prey upon each other for survival. Here are your weapons.”

He first handed Sabine her two blasters and then her lightsaber, before walking over to you. The man pulled out your lightsaber and you were relieved to see that it was still intact.

He stepped back, ready for your departure:”Die well.”

You eyed him for a second before turning around, as the door in front of you opened. Sabine led the Howler outside and the doors closed behind you. Now, you were on your own.

To say that your ride through this wasteland was eventful, would be an understatement. You were out for maybe an hour or two, as you were attacked by those nomads the Trooper had warned you about. Much to your dismay, Tota jumped in panic and threw you off before running away.

Luckily, You and Sabine had managed to defeat the attackers, before  anything worse could happen. It also didn't take you long to find the Howler again. Sabine was heavily against taking him with you again, but after a bit of convincing, she accepted him and you continued your journey. 

Which led you to where you were right now. Following a small creature you had encountered, hoping they would lead you to Ezra, even though you didn't understand a word they said.

You had grabbed Tota´s leash firmly, to keep them away from the small creatures.

“It's alright, Tota.”, you mumbled, staying back a bit to calm the Howler down. You smiled as one of the people gave you an unknown fruit. You took it, thanking them before trying to feed Tota with it. They smelled it first, before finally taking a bite, judging that it was tasty.

Your eyes widened as you were led to a village. You saw lots of small tents, at least a hundred people running around doing Maker knows what, but most of them were looking at you curiously, as you entered their home.

“I knew I could count on you.”

Your Head shot up as you heard his voice. A few meters in front of You, Sabine turned towards a small hut, presumingly staring at a Person you couldn't see from where you were standing. You watched how a smile unfolded on Sabine´s face before she stepped forward.

And so did Ezra.

You only took in his form as they started conversing. He was much taller now, his long hair hanging around his face, that was adorned by a beard. You watched how the two of them hugged each other,  you finally decided to step away from Tota and closer to them.

“Ezra?”, You said quietly, your voice trembling, as his eyes finally landed on your form. The smile on his face dropped, as seriousness that you never seen on him before, took over.

“Y/N.”, he mumbled and only seconds later, he ran towards you, engulfing you in his arms.

“It's really you!”, You exclaimed, tears in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him. Ezra happily lifted off your feet, spinning you around.

“It's really me!”, he smiled, as he let you to the ground again. You looked up at the boy you loved. He had grown into a man. You smiled as your hand cupped his cheek. He immediately leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

“Maker, I missed you so much.”, he mumbled, putting his hand on top of yours.

“I missed you too.”, You smiled and looked into his eyes. His appearance might have changed, but his eyes were still the ones you fell in love with.

“I'm gonna kiss you now”, Ezra muttered and you only nodded, before his lips collided with yours. And that's when you finally felt the relief of having him back again. His beard tickled against your skin, as he poured all his emotion into the kiss and you felt connected to him even through the force. 

You were gasping for air, as you finally parted again. A soft smile now adorned Ezra´s face and he leaned forward to give you another kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Y/N”, he said firmly. And this time, you got to reply to him. Finally, after all this time.

“I love you too, Ezra.”

[psychedelic-ink]

𝑰 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆

pairing: ezra x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors dni, modern au

word count: 1.8k

summary: you cook for ezra's guests, and seeing the sight of you being so domestic awakens something in him.

warnings: established relationship (dating), housewife kink, creampie, mild breeding kink, use of vaginal plugs, cum play, oral (receiving), piv, kitchen sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talking, a promise of somnophilia at the end but not delved into

a/n: I miss autumn and had this idea right before bed.

You're in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and apron tied tight around your waist. The oven is on, the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon wafting through the air. Ezra's colleagues and boss have already arrived, their chatter filling the living room, but you're content to be here, cooking. The dips, crackers, and other finger food had already been set up so you’re sure they’re doing fine along with Ezra’s company.

You glance over at the spread on the counter, taking in the autumnal hues of the dishes. The roasted root vegetables are a deep orange, the sage stuffing a warm brown. The dessert is still baking in the oven, the scent of warm apples and nutmeg promising something sweet and comforting. 

“Why aren’t you the perfect little housewife.” the voice is soft, deep, the southern drawl reminding you of the gentle caress of the sun. You turn to him, smiling. He’s quick to make his way to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “You’re a vision, birdie. My pretty shining jewel.” 

He drags his nose up your neck, the soft hair tickling and sending shivers up your spine. Briefly, your eyes linger over the kitchen door, it’s wide open. If anyone decides to head to the bathroom, the two of you would be in full view. You attempt to shimmy away but he only holds you tighter. 

“Ezra, you shouldn’t be doing this when your boss is literally in the next room.” 

“I’m sure he’d enjoy the show.” 

“Hey,” you playfully nudge him in the ribs, he grins into your burning skin. 

“Just joking. I would never share you with anyone, not even the image of you.”

He’s ravenous. He always was but this time is different. He pulls up your dress, his hands moving up your bare thighs. Ezra smooths his palms over your ass teasing the seams of your panties.

“For someone who doesn’t want others to see, you’re sure are taking an awful lot of risk,” you tease. “You should go. Entertain them.” 

“You look gorgeous, my little bird. I apologize but I don’t think I can hold myself back when you’ve donned such a cute apron and beautiful dress.” his lips touch your ear, you shudder. “I’ll be quick. Promise.” 

Two fingers slip inside you. Ezra hums at how wet you already are, and you shudder as he thrusts them deeper. The strokes of his fingers feel long and thick, the way he can take you apart so easily sends a rush of pleasurable fear crackle along your skin. Your head falls over his shoulder, his lips and tongue moving over your pulse. He feels your heartbeat, kisses it, hoping it’ll provide comfort. Your clench around him, more slick dripping down his knuckles. He pulls them, out tasting them.

“Delicious.” he groans, the vibrations of his chest seeping into your person. “Best darn thing I tasted all day.” 

“I’m going to try and not take offense to that.”

“Your cooking is lovely little bird but your essence is truly divine.”  He slips his fingers into you once more, your body responding but forcing a moan from your lips. This time when he pulls them back out, he offers them to you. “Have a taste and you’ll see.” 

Despite your apprehensions, you’re not above doing what he tells you to do. Obediently, you part your lips, he pushes them between your lips, and your swirl your tongue. You have a sweet, tangy taste. You don’t think it’s better than your cooking per se, but maybe it is. Ezra has a way of changing your mind. 

He diligently slides your panties to the side, cock moving between the lips of your cunt. You swallow down your moans, shaking as you brace yourself up by pressing your hands into the edge of the kitchen counter. Your skin prickles every time the head catches along your clit, he continues to grind himself between your thighs until he pushes in. The girth of him forces you to spread your legs further open, you feel the way he pulses inside. 

“E-Ezra,” you moan, eyes already rolling back. “Shit—” 

“Now, birdie, we need to be silent don’t we.” he cups your mouth, pulling you flush against his chest. “I love the way you lose yourself. You’re too eager to scream my name aren’t you?” 

You nod, tears flooding your lashlines. He smiles. “My sweet wife.” 

Your walls flutter at that, clamping around him and wetting his cock. A loud groan slips from his lips, it seems your body’s reaction was just as surprise to him as it was to you. Neither of you talked about marriage or the future, not that you were avoiding it, but being with him was simple, fun. No need to plan every detail. But something about him calling you his wife, or how pretty you looked as a housewife, it ignites something inside you. 

“You like that?” he teases. “You enjoy being nothing but a hole for me to use? For me to fuck as you cook for our guests? How naughty of you, birdie.” 

Your eyes to snap to the door again, you can hear the soft chatter and the sound of glasses clinking from the living room. His fingers press into your jaw, nails biting into your skin. 

“Don’t focus on them, focus on me,” he growls. “This is how it’s going to play out—I’m going to fill you up, then plug you. And if you’re good, I’m going to eat you out and make you come until you’re a mess for me. Understood?” 

Heat pools between your legs, your thighs shaking from the thought alone. As soon as you nod, Ezra sets the pace. His thrusts are forceful, needy, hungry. You feel him everywhere, all at once. You hold back your moans as he sucks a patch of skin, his teeth digging into the sensitive flesh right after. He feels so good, so hot. He jackhammers into you, his free hand cupping and squeezing your breast. Your clit aches with the need to be touched but he chases his own release only. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he groans, swallowing after every swear. “Gonna—Gonna fill you up good, birdie. You’re gonna drip for me all night, my wife—My gorgeous, stunning, naughty wife—”

You’re glad he’s covering your mouth because even the heat of his palm can barely stop the noises slipping from your lips. He ruts into you like a dream, a delusion. God, you love it. The skin of your ass stings with him. His cock throbs and twitches, you’re almost there but not quite. You want him to touch you, to make you drip all over the floor. You lick his palm. 

“‘Want a kiss, birdie?” he asks, sounding almost deluded. “Just—fuck—I’m so close, wait a bit more.” 

He rocks into you once, twice—you hiss as his teeth sink into your shoulder, cock twitching as he spills into you. You shudder, his seed spilling from where your entrance is stretched around him. Suddenly, you feel his lips on yours, tongue hungrily licking into you. You finally moan freely into his mouth and he swallows the noises you make. It’s such a dizzying feeling that you don’t notice him pulling out and replacing it with something much smaller and soft plastic. 

“Keep it all in,” he groans, voice deep and scratchy. “God, the thought of you being filled with me,” he shivers, he traces a pattern of soft kisses down your neck and smooths his lips over the bite mark. “walking around like this while serving our food. Fuck—it’s going to be hard to make conversation, birdie.” 

The rest of the evening was absolute, undeniable, torture. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food you made, which was good, but every time Ezra touched you, you flinched, the warmness of his seed spilling from the outline of the plug. He seemed to know because he grinned every moment of it. It was somewhat hilarious because the touches were actually quite innocent. A palm resting on the small of your back, his fingers squeezing your thigh from underneath the table. Nothing extravagant. 

But all you could think of was his promise. 

And Ezra is nothing but a man eager to keep his word. 

As soon as everyone leaves, he pulls you into the bedroom. Stripping you and laying you down on to the comfort of your bed. He spreads your legs, looking wistfully at the mess the plug is struggling to keep contained. You gasp when he pulls it out, your legs left trembling due to the way he gazes at you. Two fingers trace the seam of your cunt, he slowly pushes them in, a soft growl echoing from the back of his throat. He swirls his fingers, shoves them deeper, and then out. Your back arches at the building pleasure, your fingers curl into the sheets, needing more of him. 

“So gorgeous,” he says. “Tell me what you want.” 

“Your mouth,” you whimper. “Please—I’ve…I’ve been good haven’t I?” 

“Very much so, birdie, yes.” your eyes follow the trace of his smile, his eyes grow soft. “You’ve been good. You’re always so good, immaculate even.” 

Ezra drags his lips up the inside of your thighs, closing his lips around your clit. Your fingers immediately fly to the back of his head, your fingers play with the soft locks, pulling him closer. He groans into you. Licking you clean, tasting himself and you. The tip of his tongue traces your entrance, he slips a finger and gently bites the skin right below your pelvis. You gasp his name, your eyes dropping to him between your legs. He meets your gaze, holding it as his tongue delves deeper, moves hungrier. 

He devours you. Swallows you whole. You feel as if you’re falling, the coil tightening in your stomach. You can barely breathe from the way his tongue moves, the gulps loud, his lips kissing you as if he would your mouth. 

Your hips stutter. The final thing to push you over the edge his the way he curls his fingers, thrusting them deep and stroking you most untouched, sensitive part. Ezra doesn’t stop as you come, gushing around his fingers and drenching his lips. He drinks like a man dying of thirst. Your eyes roll back, your chest heaves. It’s too much. 

“That’s it,” he encourages. “So fuckin’ sweet for me always. Such a beautiful sight. I love it when you fall for me.” 

Your orgasm slowly fades and he lays next to you, pulling you close. His hard cock rests over the curve of your ass, precum beading at the tip. 

“Ezra…” 

“Rest, little bird,” he mutters, lips brushing the back of your neck. You let out a soft sigh as he slips into you, the feeling of him makes you drowsy. A yawn parts your lips. “Sleep, I’ll still be here when you wake up. Filling you, making you mine.” 

You nod and smile. 

The last thing you feel is the warmth of his lips as they tenderly brush against your temple.