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You absolute menace ily hahaha. Initially I was just going to do a short lil drabble that was a continuation of our disgusting musings about this man, but then I said why not make this into an entire feature in honor of @swiftiscruff's Friendship Exchange? You know, give our boy Ezra some real time to shine, and all in the name of celebrating friendships formed over that little verbose slut?
So, here is my Ezra oil shower titty fic dedicated to the lovely Kelli in celebration of the Friendship Exchange.
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PAIRING(s):Ā Ezra x fem!reader
RATING: explicit material | 18+
WORD COUNT: 3k
CONTENT: AU where Cee doesn't exist sorry lmao, established relationship, titty fixation, edible/food safe bathing oils, Ezra comes with his own warning, egalitarian assplay, cumplay, fabric washcloth used as gripping agent
Your nose for the most part had become blind to Ezraās signature, tangy musk that edged into a ripe stench on hotter days. Even though youād settled into the outskirts of a modest trading town and begun taking on the doldrums of keeping house, Ezra hadnāt fallen from his habit of going a little too long in between bath days. In times past he would go unshowered due to lack of amenities ā the worlds youād traveled and harvested from had hardly offered much in the way of hygienic routine ā but now there was no such obstacle. He could bathe any time he wished and take as long as he pleased. You had your own home together now, one you were building upon each and every day, but the transient, unpredictable life that had become so ingrained into him was hard to shake. The notion of permanence was fleeting no matter how many days passed under your roof.
You, on the other hand, had become part fish since putting down roots here. There was a bathtub and a separate shower, and you craved the warm pool of water to soak in after a long day. Ezra liked to give you grief for wasting such a precious resource as water even though this planet was abundant in it. And yet, his admonishing never kept him from slipping into the wash room to ogle your bare form in the bath. You just wish every now and then heād partake himself.
āThe suns in all their unwavering glory has me feeling wrung of every bit of moisture,ā he huffs as he fills a glass with something to wet his tongue and flood his scratchy, dry throat. āItās good fortune that we neednāt adorn ourselves in protective suits here. I can only imagine the sort of foul fog that would cling to me then.ā
Youāre well aware of the second sunās habit of becoming unbearable in these few weeks that your now home planet rotates closer to it. Your skin is sticky and wet with exertion, but at least all the growth pods you and Ezra have worked so tirelessly to establish are flourishing. They needed as much extra attention as any human on this planet did during these hotter spells. Soon enough you will forget all about the vehement heat when you and Ezra take your yields to the market during The Great Exchange and come home with lighter wagons and heavier pockets.
You accept the glass from Ezra and drink down whatever heād poured. The cool creep of it down your throat already feels one step closer to equilibrium. āI guess we should wash up before we get the entire house dirty,ā you reason.
āHm, I suppose we should.ā
You trod upstairs to the bathroom and bite back a scream when you see Ezra procure one entirely too small washcloth from the cabinet.
āYouāre only washing at the sink?ā you ask in what you pray isnāt a too panicked timbre.
āYou donāt think the sink is robust enough to address my filth?ā
You scrunch your nose, and thatās all the answer he needs. He chuckles a little and sets the singular washcloth aside. It already has smudges of who knows what just from him handling it.
āTell me what you propose, my Little Gem.ā He has an easy smile and those dangerous, glittery eyes fixed onto you.
āI mean, if youāre too tired I could, you know, I wouldnāt mind getting you washed up.ā You shrug as though itās enough to offset your way too eager proposition.
āYou believe my own efforts are inferior?ā he teases. āMy Little Gem needs to take matters into her own hands and not rely on the fates?ā
āWell, youāre always talking about wasting water. Wouldnāt it be saving water if we showered together?ā
He cocks an eyebrow. āYou would forgo your hallowed soak just to bathe with me, Little Gem?ā
āIām way too gross to just get into a bath. Itād just be sitting in a pool of my own funk. This level of gross calls for a full on shower, I think.ā
āAnd youāll tend to me in there?ā he purrs as he steps closer to you and curves his hands over your hips. The pungent tang of his body makes your nose scrunch again.
āMuch to tend to, it seems,ā he remarks in response to your overt repulsion.
You need to take Ezra up on his noncommittal commitment of getting into the shower with you before he changes his mind. You quickly concoct a plan to hold his attention and agreeability in the small shower. You grab the soaking oil you drizzle into your baths on especially achy days and prop it on the shower ledge. You start peeling off grimy, damp layers of clothing and nod to Ezra, who begins doing the same.
You cross the room to where you stow your accessories and extras and grab a few items to pin your hair back. The last thing you need is something getting in the way of you giving him a thorough scrub down. Ezra saunters after you like a cat on the prowl, eyes roaming greedily up and down. Before he can derail the entire enterprise, you slink into the shower and start the water.
The initially cool spray is a contrary sensation to the heat emanating from your skin, but it quickly warms to a soothing slip. The stall darkens as he steps inside, broad shoulders blocking out the light struggling to filter in through the expanse of him. His frame was a thickened amalgamation of corded musculature padded in the softened flesh of a satiating supper every evening. The work here kept him lean for the most part, but you much preferred this iteration of him ā all brawn and lithe but with the markers of an untroubled life.
āIt seems all displeasure with my hygiene is forgotten once Iām naked as the day I was born,ā he murmurs low and self-satisfied.
You roll your eyes but know heās correct. A lover as competent and enthusiastic as Ezra meant overlooking other personal drawbacks wasnāt too difficult. āIām sizing up my work,ā you protest.
āAnd what do you make of its sizing?ā he purrs with a gentle roll of his hips against you.
You knew this was where things would go almost immediately, and yet you still had the nerve to be caught off guard. āEzra,ā you grit out. You guide him under the stream and tell him to stay put while you grab the stack of washcloths youāll need.
Upon your return you note the ashen brown water falling from him and circling the drain. āI must admitāā he says through the water rushing over him. Your eyes catch the flex of his biceps as he raises his arms up to work the water through his hair and scalp. āāThere is something quite divine about the ritual. All sins washed away. A clean slate. A pure soul ready to be defiled once again. Isnāt that right, Little Gem?ā
āWhat?ā you mumble absentmindedly, too preoccupied on ogling the trail of water snaking down his torso and into the thicket of brown coarse hairs below his waist.
He only grins with a devious slant to his mouth and pulls you under the spray with him. His hands wander across your body in a lazy exploration. The only thing keeping you from abandoning your task altogether and just letting him take you right there in the shower is the persistent odor still clinging to him, now taking on a damp quality that only heightens the earthy grub and grit components within.
āTake a seat on the ledge, Ezra.ā
He gropes the curve of your ass and presses a few kisses to the column of your neck before complying. āIām at your disposal.ā He spreads his arms open, inviting the work and focus of your hands on him.
You avoid looking at his half hard cock bobbing gently with every movement and soap up the first cloth. You try to avoid the snare of his gaze as you begin scrubbing his face, but he catches you with it as you lather through his beard. The corner of his mouth pulls up, an instant reassurance that he knows exactly the effect he has on you.
His face is a brighter, pinker vision once you rinse it, and it solidifies your resolve to scrub every inch of this man while heās indulging your whim. His hands roam up and down your legs as you scratch and scour his hair. The fragrance of the soap combined with the purged dirt fills the space. You move to your hands and knees and start scrubbing from toe to knee then thigh to groin. He surprisingly doesnāt make too much of a fuss, which is good considering it takes three separate washcloths to get that section entirely cleaned.
āSurely Iāve indulged your caretaking long enough to have earned a different kind of corporeal attention?ā He leans forward and noses at your neck and earlobe, and your body shivers despite the warm rush of water trailing down your back.
āGrab that bottle to your left,ā you order as you start scrubbing down his torso. Your breath catches when your wrist bumps into his fully hardened, weeping cock, and you catch the curve of a smirk playing on his mouth. He holds up the unlabeled bottle and gives it a questioning shake.Ā
āAn aphrodisiac?ā His eyebrow cocks in devilish curiosity.
āBath oil,ā you snort. āYou can, um, put some on me while Iām working on you. You know, just so it has time to soak in before I wash up, too. If you donāt mind.ā
His eyes narrow and pull the edge of his mouth upward. He sees right through you, just like he always does. āHere I was thinking my purest Little Gem wouldnāt resort to such lowly deceit and bribery.ā He pops the cap of the bath oil open and drizzles a moderate amount into his hand before setting the bottle aside again. Heās clearly amused with the ruse youāve concocted, but unfettered exploration of your body is apparently a bribe heās willing to accept.
āResume your venture to free me from all the remnants of my labors,ā he obliges.
āYou know, you could just say ākeep scrubbing me because I know I still smellā, Ez.ā
He grins and raises his hands until they hover above your chest, little trickling lines of oil falling onto the slope of your breasts and dripping down slowly. You push your tongue against the back of your teeth to keep yourself grounded. If Ezra decided to start toying with you, you didnāt stand a chance at resisting his efforts.
You slather his arms from wrist to shoulder and work your way to his torso. Meanwhile he grazes a slick finger against your nipples in a ghost of a touch that has you subconsciously chasing his hand. You finish underneath each of his armpits, and, just when heās behaved himself long enough to catch you off guard, he flicks one of your nipples hard with the edge of a fingernail. A shaky gasp of sharp pleasure flies from your throat quickly followed by a second one when he does it to the other side.
āSee to my hindparts, wonāt you?ā he solicits with a deceptively innocent expression.
You clench your teeth together and take a step forward so you can reach over his shoulders and wash his back. He dips his head and takes as much of your breast into his mouth as he can and suctions with as much strength as he can exert. You yelp and attempt to release the clutch of his mouth from your sensitive bud, but he only sucks harder with a satisfied groan. His arms circle around each of your legs and cause you to lose your footing, which he uses as a distraction to switch sides.
Little pinpricks of purple have cropped up in a bloom of red from where he already sucked, and the force of his pull now promises no different for the other side. He loved to do this to you ā get you off kilter, overstimulated, and seeking out more, often all at once. Your breaths come out whiny as he latches and pulls on your nipples and tissue.
āEz,ā you gasp. āIāmāI have toāto finish.ā
He grips the flesh of your ass and pulls one cheek aside so that he can deftly push a thick fingertip into your puckering rim. It glides in with no resistance, and you almost think the oil wasnāt even necessary with how much you ached for him to fill you there. He pulls away just enough to disorient you with his intoxicating diction.
āPerhaps before our wash is complete, youāll be beseeching me just to feel the breadth of me cleaving you apart,ā he husks. āNearly weeping for me to bury my cock in this hole just as you did only two nights ago.ā
Ā āIt feels good,ā you mewl weakly.Ā
He hums low and gravelly in agreement as he resumes his ministrations on your breasts. The tip of his finger plunges shallow, a slow in and out, and you know itās just to tease you for what you wonāt get until you are begging him for it. You think that he must revel in the sway he has over you when he so fervently succumbs to you. Thereās something so raw and vulnerable in the way he cannot deny his devotion and attachment to you, and so he must have some part of you in the same way as to not feel entirely powerless.
Youāre panting despite exerting very little energy at the moment. āI-I really need to finish washing you uāā
He pops off with a loud smack and abruptly stands. He crowds you against the corner and props a foot up on the ledge, caging you in with his cock right at your eye level. Your hands rush with a washcloth and soap, now more greedy to feel him than cleanse him. You lather his entire groin area and resist the urge to lick up the beads of precum dribbling from his ruddy tip. Your eyes keep traveling up to meet his where he watches down on you with an almost omnipotent, divine consideration.
The last washcloth falls to the shower floor, and Ezra slowly walks backward into the water to rinse himself. Itās probably just a trick of the mind, but you swear he appears less hazy than usual with all the grime cleared from him. Your mouth is slack as you watch from your hands and knees on the shower floor, impossibly cramped into the corner of the small space. He smiles down at you. You know how much he loves seeing you on your knees in front of him.
Without a word, he moves the shower head to the side so that it pelts against the tile instead of spraying down on you both before turning around and hitching his other leg up on the ledge. He braces himself on the wall and the wobbly metal and glass door on the other side.
āReap the benefits of your work, Little Gem,ā he says over his shoulder.
You frantically douse your hand with a generous dab of the bath oil and walk on your knees until your mouth is flush against the cleft of his ass. A strangled whimper ekes out of him as you reach a hand between his legs and stroke his neglected cock with the slippery pull of the oil. You entrench your face into him until your flicking tongue delves into his asshole. You massage and prod into it, eyes rolling back when you feel how it clenches in delight at your motions.
Ezra turns again to face you now with what can only be described as a wild, hungry look in his eye. He takes the neatly stacked pile of used washcloths and tosses them onto the floor. You have no time to question his motives because heās grabbing the bottle of oil and squeezing globs of it onto your breasts, barely returning the bottle to its place on the shelf before heās massaging them and awkwardly shoving his cock between them and rutting against their pillowy, fleshy tightness.
āShit,ā he hisses. āThat ass. That asshole of yours. These tits.ā He sounds pained just trying to speak. His face screws up as he fucks between them, moaning appreciatively when you use your hands to press them closer together for him to fuck.
āYou like my tits?ā you ask a little breathlessly.
He makes a noise of great effort, eyes pinching shut at your goading question. He frees his cock and takes the flat of his hand to slap against your peaked buds. You cry out in pleasure at the sharp, blissful sting. āBet I could make you come for me just like this. Couldnāt I, Little Gem?ā he grits.
āY-Yes,ā you moan.
He makes some unhinged noise and slaps against your breasts in quick succession, barking out an order for you to touch yourself, and teeth glinting in the light with a manic grin as you climax. He starts fisting his length over your face, breaths coming fast and heavy.
āOpen wide now,ā he pants as he tugs his cock faster. The tip of it knocks against your lip, and you openĀ wider with your tongue jutting flat and spread out for him to cover.
āJust like that Little Gem,ā he rasps. āHold it open and drink me.ā
A few short strokes is all it takes before heās moaning and erupting all over your face and mouth, the hot, thick bands of his spend sticking to your skin wherever they land. He doesnāt stop jerking himself until every last drop is spent. When heās finally done, he smears his softening cock against your face, collecting his cum in sloppy swipes.
āNow look who is soiled, Little Gem,ā he hums. āClean up the mess youāve made.ā He watches you with half-lidded eyes and a heaving chest. āWouldnāt want to leave things filthy, would you?ā
You oblige and take him into your mouth, sucking and licking until every trace of his spend has been swallowed.
I want to start this with how I have not read this yet.
It's 8am where I am, I have just barely woke up because my son (ezra) woke me, when I seen this and I am groggy and was very perplexed by this ask... that took me more than 5 minutes to figure out (it was a notification on my phone and all it said was ezra+bath oil+ kitties and go) LOL
It was very funny to me so I just had to share what happened... hahaha
Anyways, I'm gonna eat breakfast and read this now! Thanks for the early morning giggle lol
I do not consent to my fics being fed to AI or used to make AI chat bots. please donāt do it to me or to other fic writers unless you get their very clear consent to do so.
this includes stealing the premise of a fic written by someone else in order to make a chat bot for the character.
So, I need your help. There was a Dave York fic that I read a while back when I was still new to Tumblr and didn't understand the mechanics of the whole reblogging thing. I still remember it, but I never made a note of it so that I could go back and see if there was more to it. So... here's a list of things I remember about it and hopefully, someone knows what it is... or maybe the author will see this and comment...
Dave is divorced and he bought a new house, but there's like another house or apartment out behind his that sort of shares the same lot of land.
The reader moves into the house and Dave becomes low-key obsessed with her and spies on her a lot... I think he bugs her house, but I could be misremembering that.
She brings a guy home for what we'll respectfully call 'an unsatisfactory romantic encounter', and I think Dave knows all about it and wants to sabotage the relationship so he can have her to himself.
Dave is an absolute creeper in this story.
I know I am asking for a lot, but HELP ME PLEASE!! I keep thinking about this fic.
by the way this is what our man looks like (on the left) and we love him like that
he has wrinkles from laughing and crying and ages of raw emotion, his skin has pores because heās a human being
there are bags under his eyes from working too much or sleeping too little because of his work that heās been dreaming of having all his life so itās all worth it
there is grey in his beard and hair because he is pushing 50, his life was rich and long and full of struggles and failures and wins and successes, and heās still here to take us along with him on his path
and there are fucking freckles on his gorgeous tan skin because no matter how Chileno and golden our man is he doesnāt know what a sunscreen is and he lets himself enjoy the sun by burning himself to the crispy skin
stop fucking āperfectingā him and making a lifeless doll out of human being. by erasing his features and āflawsā of human body you erase his life and experience. donāt do that to him and donāt do that to anyone else (yourself included)
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