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pedroshotwifey · 2 months

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One Condition

This is actually a requested fic from the lovely @survivingandenduring! You can view the request here if you'd like!

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect)

Word count: 4.9k

Tags/warnings: unprotected piv sex, sex pollen trope, dubcon, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, oral sex, cum eating, so much cum like its kinda scary, Ezra being a nasty little freak, anal fingering, pain kink, big fat juicy plot twist, this is absolutely nasty shit, stuff I'm probably forgetting, I'm actually not sorry at all for this

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition.

A/N: Uhhh. don't look at me 🫣

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“Um, Marcus?”

You look at your partner, who has the same worried expression on his face as you.

“Yup.”

It’s not a question. You’re both thinking the same thing; you’re in the wrong place.

It looks similar to the planet you were supposed to be landing on, but most of the scenery here is a lush green instead of the blue hues you’d been expecting. It’d looked the exact same from above the atmosphere, but there is a clear difference now that you’re on the surface.

Marcus mutters a curse under his breath but begins the landing sequence anyway. That’s probably for the best; that way the two of you can figure out where you really were, and then where you actually need to be going.

Dust comes up around your shuttle as you touch ground, the greenery around you rustling a bit as the jets power down. You get up from your seat when you feel the craft settle enough for the floor to be stable.

Marcus follows, shutting everything down and then unbuckling himself from the pilot’s chair. You’re already on the other side of the small contraption, looking through the maps you have stored in the tiny compartment of the far wall. He comes up next to you and pulls up the planet encyclopedias, trying to find a description that matches the world you’ve landed in.

You spend the next few minutes flipping through various books and maps until Marcus comes across a planet that matches. He hands the book over and points at the section.

“Here,” he points. “It looks like we're on a sister planet to the one we’re supposed to be on.”

You hum in agreement, reading the small passage provided next to the picture.

“Alright, well, let’s get her powered back up.”

Your partner sighs, running a hand over his face. You furrow your brows. His face has paled a bit and he seems a bit reluctant to follow your request.

“Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, actually. We’re out of fuel,” he admits, trying and failing miserably to maintain eye contact.

You gape at him.

“Marcus! You were supposed to fill her up before we fucking left! It says here that there’s no civilization!”

He nods along as you scold him, knowing it’s well deserved.

“Yeah, I know. I forgot until we were halfway here, but I knew it would take just enough to get us on planet, and we could get more from there. It’s not like I knew that we would be landing on the wrong planet” He spews it out, not defensive exactly, but regretful.

You groan and walk back to the front of the ship, checking the fuel gauge.

“We’re running on fumes right now, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough to get us to the neighboring planet.”

You look at him, trying to keep your anger from showing up because you know that it was genuinely an accident, and Marcus isn’t usually one to mess up like this. But of course when he does, you get stranded on an unknown planet.

Rubbing your eyes, you walk in a circle around the floor, trying to think of a plan. You can feel Marcus’s guilty eyes following you until you come to a stop.

“Okay,” you start. “The book said that this planet is typically only used for mining aurelac, right?”

Marcus nods slowly, obviously confused as to where you’re going with this.

“Well then there should be at least a few miners on planet in that case, right?”

He nods again, furrowing his brows in thought.

“So we should go out and try to find someone to borrow some fuel from?” he asks.

“Yes. Either that or see if there’s someone who can hitch us a ride.”

He sighs and puts his hands on his hips, his gaze downcast to the floor as he thinks through the options.

“Yeah, seems like our best bet,” he agrees after a minute.

Within a few minutes, you both pack small bags and suit up to withstand the harsh environment of the planet. According to the book, the air is extremely thin and can sometimes hold toxic chemicals depending on other factors. You follow Marcus out of the craft and watch as he makes sure everything’s sealed correctly, before you both start walking into the woods.

“Do you know where you’re going?” you ask after you’ve been walking for a while.”

Marcus looks at you, his expression still holding hints of guilt.

“Not exactly. I think most of the mines are located in the forest though, so we’ll just have to keep walking and hope we come across—”

“Shit, Marcus!”

You yell for him as he stumbles across a root and tumbles down into a pit. It’s not super deep, but just enough so that he could have seriously hurt himself with that fall. You carefully slide down the side of it to join him.

“Are you okay?”

He looks up at you from where he’s planted on his back and groans a bit. He opens his mouth to reply and that’s when you see that his mask is on the ground next to him, crushed into several pieces.

“Shit,” he croaks, already feeling the effects of the thin air.

You crouch down beside him, feeling him up for any injuries.

“Does anything hurt?”

“Just my head. It’s fucking pounding.”

You sigh. “Probably from lack of airflow.”

“C’mon,” you grunt, threading your arms under his. “Let’s get you back and hope that you don’t die.”

He glares at you but allows you to help him into a sitting position.

“Well, isn’t this unfortunate? Two little birds trapped in a cage.”

You both jolt at the sound of an unfamiliar voice. You peer up to the top of the pit and find a man standing near the ledge, a blaster aimed directly at your head. He wears a shabby, brown suit with a bulbous helmet that would be almost funny looking if not for the imminent threat he poses. You slowly raise your hands and start to stand back up, a rush of fear creeping up your spine.

“We’re not armed,” you start. “My friend’s mask just broke; we need help.” You try not to sound too panicked as you explain your situation to the stranger, praying to whoever may be listening that he’s not planning to shoot both of you.

“Don’t worry gem, I don’t want to kill you. I simply would like to assure myself that neither of you had plans of my own execution.”

You furrow your brows at his choice of wording, his strange drawl only adding to your confusion.

“I, uh. No.” What else can you really say to that?

You glance down at Marcus and see the same befuddled expression on his face.

“I will warn you that your…friend”—he cocks a brow at you as he says it—”has chosen a rather unfortunate time to lose his filtration system. Assuming, of course, you haven’t already discovered the effects of the tainted oxygen.”

You shake your head as your mouth goes dry.

“Is—is he going to be okay?”

The stranger pauses for a moment as if in thought. He cocks his head and then looks back at you.

“He should be as long as he receives the assistance he should require.”

“What do you mean by that?” This comes from Marcus.

The stranger frowns and lowers his gun, which he seems to have just remembered he was still holding up.

“Are you not familiar with this planet’s cycles?”

You both shake your heads.

The man sighs and kneels on the ledge extending a hand. You stare at it, neither of you making a move toward him.

“Do you want to stay in this pit? I think it would be rather unsanitary to do so under your current circumstance.”

You flash another glance at Marcus, who nods slightly toward you, encouraging you to take the other man’s hand. You step forward and place your palm in his, allowing him to pull you up, and then you kneel to help him hoist Marcus up as well.

“I’m Ezra,” the man says once the three of you are standing. You introduce the two of you as well, figuring at this point that the stranger has to be at least mostly harmless.

“Alright, well tell me, little bird; are you and Marcus of the romantic type?”

You just stare at him, unsure of how to answer that, nor of why he would feel the need to ask in the first place. You can feel Marcus’s eyes on you as your cheeks begin to burn.

“I–uh…”

You let your eyes meet your partner’s, a silent conversation transpiring. You’ve engaged in some less than appropriate activities throughout your travels, but it’s always been strictly for stress release or simply a product of boredom. The last few months, it’s been more of an unspoken thing.

The two of you care for each other and behave as most couples would, but you’ve never actually given each other the labels. You definitely never thought that the deciding conversation would be in the presence of a strange man who seems to be about to deliver some bad news. You’re about to answer when Marcus gives you a short nod, lifting the burden off of your shoulders.

“Yeah, we are.”

The man nods, though he’s clearly amused. You’re sure he can see what just happened and must have used context clues to figure the rest out out.

“That’s fortunate for you. What’s circulating in the air currently is what could be described as an aphrodisiac. I’m sure you’re familiar with such?”

You and Marcus exchange yet another glance.

“Yes, we’ve heard of them,” you say.

“Do you have a craft nearby?” Ezra asks, peering behind you as if he could spot one he missed before.

You hesitate before answering. Even if he’s seemed to be helpful so far, can you really be sure it isn’t a trap?

“We have a shuttle,” you decide on just to be on the safe side. “We’re out of fuel though. That’s why we're out here in the first place,” you add just in case the man has some extra laying around for some miraculous reason.

Just then, you near a heavy thud and a groan. You spin on your heel to find Marcus keeled over, his hands over his groin and his exposed skin covered in a layer of sweat more intense than what’s normal for this climate. You’re on your knees beside him within a second, your hands running over him until he flinches away as if you’d burned him.

“Marcus! What’s happening?” You aim your question at Ezra, who’s still standing above the two of you with an almost pitying expression.

“The effects are getting to him, little dove. I’m afraid you’re going to need to help him in a timely manner.”

You think for a moment, knowing getting your partner all the way back to your shuttle is going to be a difficult task in the state that he’s in.

“I have a camp not too far from our current location, I’m willing to offer up the space on one condition. And before you protest, we both know it’s not safe to engage in life saving activities out here in the open.”

You stiffen at this. Of course there’s a catch; it’s not common to receive help from a random stranger without them expecting anything in return. You glance down to make sure his gun is still in its holster before narrowing your eyes at his face, not liking the way his smile has turned a bit wolfish.

“What do you want? We don’t have any coin.”

“Oh, no, gem. I don’t want your profits. I simply desire to join you and your handsome partner. It’s been a long time since I had something other than my own fist to keep me company.”

“What?” you bark, slightly humiliated that he would suggest something like that, regardless of how handsome he may be. “No, I’m sleeping with a stranger in exchange for shelter!”

“Now don’t get feisty, dove. I didn’t say it had to be you,” he says, watching Marcus with a newfound hunger. “Though it would probably be fortunate for your friend here that it was, assuming he is of the hetero kind.”

“Don’t,” Marcus croaks, looking up at you the best he’s able to.

You’re torn, knowing that Marcus needs help quick, but not wanting to give either of you up to this man. When it comes down to it though, you’re always going to choose what’s best for your partner. You look up at the man with disdain, knowing that you’re not going to have much of a choice here.

“Fine. But not him.”

Ezra’s smile broadens.

“Very well, gem. Right this way.”

He turns around and waits for you to get a near-delirious Marcus about halfway up so he’s propped by one of your shoulders. Noticing your struggle, Ezra comes to his other side and mirrors your position, one hand supporting around his waist.

As you walk, Marcus’s temperature keeps rising and his groans get worse. Fortunately, the man wasn’t lying when he said he had a camp nearby; you only have to walk for about a minute before coming across it.

He opens up the flap as you get closer, taking the zipper all the way down and helping you ease Marcus in. As you lay him down, you can see the bulge in his flight suit; almost twice what is normal. You hear Ezra zip the opening back up and then step in behind you.

“F-fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t–”

Marcus cuts himself off as he shakily pulls down the zipper on his suit, revealing his undershirt and boxers. His hand goes down the latter not a second later, a pornographic moan coming from him as his hand makes contact with his engorged cock. He starts stroking himself under the fabric, panting heavily, and it makes your mouth go dry despite the circumstances.

“Shit, I-it’s not enough,” he grits out, pumping furiously. There are tears in his eyes as he looks at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Better help him quick, little bird,” Ezra quips from behind you, already removing his attire as well. You comply, though for which man you’re not sure.

You strip quickly, the three of you tearing your own clothes off at the same time, each of you stark naked at the end. You feel so exposed between the two of them, especially with Ezra, who doesn’t help at all by giving a lewd whistle at the sight of your bare body.

You give him a look so nasty that you’re surprised he doesn’t drop dead. He raises his hands in defense.

“Woah, little bird, I meant it only as a praise.”

You ignore him and turn to Marcus, who’s just now shoving his boxers off. You gasp when his dick springs up, heavy, red, throbbing, and leaking an obscene amount of precum. It’s swollen to a point that looks almost painful.

You swallow your nerves and try your best to ignore Ezra as you instruct Marcus to lay down on the cot. He tugs you with him, feral to get to you at this point. You fall over him and he immediately starts sucking and licking all the skin he can get to, his hips thrusting up into nothing.

You see Ezra move out of the corner of your eye, taking a seat in the single chair inside the small tent. You lift your head as much as you can to make sure he’s not going to try anything.

“Carry on, gem. I’m a patient man; I can wait my turn.”

If you’re being honest, he looks a little too smug.

Suddenly Marcus is flipping you over, shoving you down to the bed on your back, whispering something you can’t quite catch. He doesn’t wait another second before you feel his cock at your underprepared cunt, and your eyes barely have a chance to go wide before he’s forcing himself into you, groaning wildly as he tugs you down onto him.

It’s only then that you realize he had been whispering “sorry”.

You scream and your hands come up to reflexively try to get him off. There are tears as he keeps shoving himself in, stretching you to your limit. Through your blurry vision, you can see tears in his as well, more of shame than of pleasure by his sympathetic expression.

“I’m sorry,” he says again.

“N-no,” you squeak even as your hands claw at his back from the discomfort. “It’s okay. Don’t stop. Even if I beg you to.”

You close your eyes and try not to focus on the uncomfortable feeling between your legs as Marcus begins to unrelentingly slam his hip into yours. You hear a sound coming from beside you, and turn to see Ezra pumping himself through your blurry vision. It’s a sight that really shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

You moan despite yourself as the pain coming from your sore cunt turns into pleasure. You’re getting wetter and wetter as the seconds tick by, the glide of your partner’s cock becoming easier and more toe-curling. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he starts to punch that spot deep inside you. You’re getting hot fast, sweat building up in every crease and crevice as your pussy seems to get more hungry for what Marcus is feeding it.

Each thrust sends you up the bed, but Marcus holds onto you so that you don’t go too far. He’s grunting like a feral animal, his body maneuvering every which way until he finds the position that provides him with the most momentum.

“Ohh that feels so fucking good, baby,” he hisses through his teeth. “Gods, you always take me so f-fucking well.”

You’ve never heard him talk like this before—with this level of vulgarity. You whimper, making eye contact with Ezra as Marcus nails something even more delicious within you. His gaze is heavy and on your face rather than on your body, which surprises you as much as it flatters you.

“Does she suck cock just as well?” Ezra’s deepened voice comes from the chair, his eyes still on you as he asks the question.

Marcus looks down at you, albeit with heavy lids, for your consent. You nod, already fucked out beyond thinking clearly.

“Better,” comes Marcus’s reply, his stare just as heavy as Ezra’s. “Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

You moan at the thought of being taken from both ends, one of the domineering men on each side. This is going much better than anticipated, both your mind and body opening to the stranger despite your earlier protest.

Ezra doesn’t have to be asked twice, already getting up to hover his thick cock over your face, slapping it gently against your lips. The cot is the perfect height for him to stick it into your mouth, though he waits.

“You want this, gem?”

You almost find it funny that he’s asking, considering he didn’t give you much of a choice earlier. You nod anyway, because you honestly do, your gaze is trained on it as your mouth waters. He threads one hand through your hair, pulling you into the right position, and then uses his tip to part your lips.

He moans as he sinks in, his eyes fluttering shut as you immediately wrap your tongue around him. You find yourself groaning at his salty taste, savoring the weight of him as you start to pull him in. Your cunt throbs as he and Marcus both moan out at the same time, Marcus doubling over while Ezra bottoms out.

Marcus brings one hand to your clit and begins rubbing up and down at a furious pace that would have made you scream if not for the other man’s cock in the way. Tears leak from your eyes as Ezra begins to pump in and out of you, his hips thrusting as he uses the hand in your hair to hold you where he wants.

“Oh you feel devine, little gem,” he moans, his eyes still closed and his lips parted as he picks up the pace. You can feel him hitting deep inside your throat, making you resist the urge to choke. It’s overwhelming but in the best way.

“Oh, fuck!” Marcus nearly shouts the curse as his hips stutter. “Come with me baby, come on,” he urges, moving his hand quicker.

Your back arches up at the feeling, though you’re still pinned by both men. Suddenly, everything flashes white, your hearing going dull as your entire body convulses with the power of your orgasm. You have just enough brain capacity to think that this has got to be the highest level of pleasure attainable.

It goes on forever, your pussy pulsing as you sob and moan around Ezra’s cock. You faintly hear Marcus’s own moans and feel his dick twitch and throb within you, coating your walls in his creamy white spend.

You don’t even realize you had closed your eyes until you open them again upon feeling your own drool dribbling down your cheeks to mix with your tears. Ezra coos down at you, wiping away the saliva though he doesn’t dare slow his pace.

“M-messy little bird,” he laughs.

You glance back down at Marcus the best you can just to realize that he’s still hard as a fucking rock. He’s still riding out his own high, rocking slowly to prolong it as much as possible. His eyes flick back up to yours after a moment, and then to Ezra’s who watches him intently as he continues to defile your throat.

The gurgling sounds coming from you should be downright disgusting, but they only add to the eroticness of what the three of you are doing right now. The tent seems to have filled with the thick scent and humidity of sex, making your head even more foggy than provided by your orgasm.

Ezra’s not far after the two of you, grunting heavily and pulling on your hair to a painful level. He pulls out and strokes himself over your face, letting his cum splatter across your features right after you close your eyes. His thumb comes to your lips, making you open your mouth as he moans aloud.

Some of his seed falls on your tongue, and you swallow it down as Ezra finishes the last few spurts. You open your eyes when you’re sure he’s done, panting and gasping despite your sore throat.

It’s at the same time that the two men pull away from you, and you’re extremely confused until you see that they’re maintaining eye contact, seeming to have had a silent conversation while you’d been distracted.

Suddenly, you’re being lifted by the both of them, your body being rearranged to their preference. You’re so fucking tired, but you do your best to comply with their actions. You’re being lifted onto Ezra’s lap when you finally understand their plan.

His cock is only half-hard after his orgasm, but he begins rutting himself against you regardless as Marcus disappears from your line of sight. You half-collapse on Ezra, moaning as your clit gets stimulated thanks to his thrusts.

“Second drawer, pretty boy,” he pants. You hear shuffling and then Marcus returning behind you before you get the chance to ask what he was doing. There’s a pop from behind you, and then a cold substance at your ass.

You yelp at the unexpected feeling, only to be shushed by Ezra.

“Hush now, gem. I’ve heard you have experience in this area.”

He smirks at you as your cheeks heat.

You moan suddenly as Marcus slips a finger past your tight ring of muscle, pumping a good few times before adding a second. He leans close and whispers praise into your ear, telling you how good you’re being for them, how well you’re taking it all.

He works you up to three fingers before he pulls his hand from you and helps lift you up, propping you up enough for Ezra to notch his tip at your thoroughly soaked cunt. You help the slow descent down his shaft, your lips parting and eyes pinching shut at the sensation.

Ezra chokes on a groan, squeezing both of your ass cheeks as you bottom out.

“Fuck, little birdy, your heavenly cunt should be reserved for those of immortal status.”

You don’t even have the energy to cringe at his wording, instead savoring the way he fills you so nicely, not as long as Marcus, but a good bit thicker. The coarse hairs above his cock rub against your oversensitive clit nicely, making you want to rut against him. Just then, you feel Marcus settle in behind you again, dragging you partially onto his lap so you’re over his cock.

“Ready, sweetheart?” He asks, clearly having regained some of his gentlemanly status after quelling his lust a bit. You whimper and nod at him, and he starts to push inside of you.

“Oh, Gods,” you moan, wrapping your arms around Ezra’s back and digging your nails in for stability. He hisses and increases his grip on your ass, keeping you spread for Marcus as his hips come flush against you.

You’re already so full it’s dizzying, so when the two men start to move, you think you may come on the spot. Ezra goes first, pulling out a bit and then sinking back in, which is when Marcus makes his move, repeating the other man’s actions. Your knees are planted on the cot, giving you the opportunity to move with them.

The three of you are panting, moaning messes, hot breaths fanning across each other’s skin as you nuzzle together. The pace starts out slow, but quickly picks up, increasing your combined noises. Both of the men start to grab at you, moving their hands and groping anything and everything they’re able to.

You can feel their cocks rubbing against your middle wall, creating an intoxicating feeling that you know you’ll miss when this is over. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, being so full you can feel them in your stomach.

Small whimpers begin to spill from your mouth, but are quickly caught by Ezra, who captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his spend from earlier mixed between your tongues. It’s difficult to keep it up with how much you’re being jostled, so he gives up after a moment and instead opts to lick his cum off of your sweaty cheek. You’re pleasantly surprised when you feel Marcus’s hand come up to grasp at your chin, tilting your face so that he’s able to do the same on the opposite side.

The two of you clean your face with their tongues as they thrust into you at a punishing pace, somehow hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You let out a raspy groan, your hands scrambling over both of their bodies for purchase.

A heat is beginning to build once again in your abdomen, pleasure licking up your spine. It only takes a few more alternating thrusts before you’re coming around their cocks with a scream. You tighten around both of their throbbing cocks, getting them closer to their own ends.

Marcus comes first once again, still slightly affected by the drug from earlier. He bites onto your shoulder as he busts inside of you, slamming his hips up and locking in place, his hands coming up to squeeze your tits as his balls empty into your ass.

Ezra follows right after, seemingly liking Marcus’s idea of a gag, and biting into your other shoulder. You scream again at the pressure of both men’s teeth, your arms raising so you can grasp both of their hair, holding them close.

Your orgasm lingers for as long as theirs do, the three of you coming completely down at the same time. You stay in a sweaty heap for a long time, just trying to catch your breath and make sense of what’s real and what’s not.

You all fall apart after a few minutes, exhaustion officially taking over you. You can feel both of the men’s cum leaking from your holes as they pull out and help you lay comfortable on the cot. They get situated next to you, and you’re all out like lights within the next minute.

The next morning, Ezra’s waiting for the two of you with a portable can of fuel and an extra mask. Your departure is swift and unawkward, Ezra walking with the two of you back to your ship like you’ve known each other for years. It takes a bit longer than it should due to your body being practically fucking wrecked from last night, but both of the men help you get along.

When you reach your craft, you all say your goodbyes, knowing this will more than likely be the last time you’ll come across this strange man. To be frank, you’re still a bit confused about what exactly transpired last night, but you choose to ignore it. Your head is pounding with what feels like the worst hangover you’ve ever had, and you’re just eager to get off of this nightmare planet.

Ezra watches you fuel up your craft and then take off, smiling and honestly quite satisfied with himself. Neither of you even figured it out that he was the one who planted the trap and laced the dirt pit with the drug, nor that he may have let a bit more slip inside his tent.

***** I mean really, do we really expect anything less from Ezra?

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spectre-week · 23 days

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Join us for Spectre Week!

This is a fanwork event week celebrating the Ghost Crew from Star Wars Rebels, AKA the Spectres.

May 25-31, 2024.

No prompts! Just a theme: Tales of the Spectres.

Alllll the backstories! Inspired by the Star Wars animated Tales… series, our theme will focus on the Spectres’ lives before they became a crew, a team, and, in some ways, a family.

Each day of the event will feature works about the day’s Spectre:

Day One-Spectre One (Kanan)

Day Two-Spectre Two (Hera)

Day Three-Spectre Three (Chopper)

Day Four-Spectre Four (Zeb)

Day Five-Spectre Five (Sabine)

Day Six-Spectre Six (Ezra)

Day Seven-Free

The only limitations for fanworks are these:

Character: Feature one character per day, on the appropriate day.

Timeframe: Tell any part of their backstory that you want, from birth until just before Spark of Rebellion.

NSFW: This event is open to NSFW content, but please tag it as such and place it under a cut as needed.

Other than that, the rest is up to you! We’ll send out more info soon, but we hope that’s enough to get you started. If you have any questions, Just Ask!

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kanerallels · 10 months

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Don't mind me just kriffing SOBBING over our blueberry boy speaking onscreen for the first time in OVER FIVE YEARS

#I AM LEGIT SO EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW #AND HERA!!! SHE'S HERE!! TRYING TO PREVENT WARS AGAIN #i would like to see the broccoli boy next though thank you #AND SABINE #honestly i'm pretty okay with her potentially being force sensitive mainly cause she is in one of my favorite fan fics #mainly i'm just dying over the kanan parallels #and 'once a rebel always a rebel'#and HERA #and EZRA #and SABINE USING EZRA'S LIGHTSABER OH MY STARS #AND JUST ALL OF IT OKAY I'M LOSING MY MIND #star wars rebels #swr #ezra bridger

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triptuckers · 7 months

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lost and found - ezra bridger

Request: nope Pairing: ezra bridger x jedi!reader Summary: along with the remainder of the ghost crew and ahsoka, you're trying to find ezra Warnings: HEAVY SPOILERS FOR AHSOKA S1!!! im warning u dont read this if u havent seen all of it yet Word count: 1.1K A/N: I survived the war (im posting fics again) but at what cost (brainrot has taken over)

your music is blaring through the speakers of your ship as you're working. though your ship isn't in need of any repairs, you're always finding new modifications and additions to upgrade it. at this rate, it's unrecognisable as the ship you once got from a sketchy dealer on an outer rim planet.

working on your ship is also a way to distract yourself. when you're focused on working with your hands, your mind doesn't wander off.

it doesn't wander off to hera and jacen aboard the ghost. it doesn't wander off to sabine and ahsoka on her T-6 shuttle. but mostly, it doesn't wander off to ezra. you try not to think about the fact hera is on an unauthorised mission, that you haven't heard from sabine and ahsoka in a while which is unlike them, and that you feel like you're not even a little bit closer to finding ezra.

even though you haven't seen him for years, you refuse to believe he's gone. you tell yourself you would simply know if he didn't make it. before you lost him, the two of you shared a strong bond in the force. you figured if something had happened to him, you would have felt it.

but after all of these years, it's hard to hold on to hope. you really want to. but at some point logic has to take over.

though recently, hope has sparked in you yet again. with the map ahsoka found, the chances of finding ezra have increased. you are optimistic again.

but the search hasn't been without danger. even now, you're worried.

which is why you're working on your ship. otherwise you'd just pace around or stare off into the distance with your mind running around in circles getting lost in the "what ifs".

a faint beeping sounds pulls you out of your thoughts. you get up from your position underneath one of the main consoles and get your comm.

'general syndulla for commander y/l/n.' comes hera's voice.

'go for commander y/l/n.' you say.

'hey y/n, where are you right now?'

'just working on my ship in the main hangar back on base.'

'new modifications again?'

'yeah, yeah, I know. "a good ship doesn't need modifications." well, I like them. the ghost could use some upgrades as well, you know.'

'no thank you, my ship is perfectly fine.'

you chuckle as you wipe your hands on your pants.

'have you heard from sabine and ahsoka yet?' you say. 'and when are you coming home from this unauthorised mission?'

'sabine and ahsoka are alright, we're actually on our way now. and we have some news regarding ezra.' says hera.

'you have news on ezra?' you say, unable to hide the relief in your voice. 'do you know how to find him? or where he is? is he okay?'

'we'll talk about it in person. we should be arriving soon.' says hera.

'I'll wait for you.'

'see you soon.'

hera disconnects her comm, leaving you alone with the music again. your mind is racing. they have news on ezra. you knew it, he's still out there somewhere. you're sure of it.

you quickly put the panel of the main console back and tidy up your tools. just as you pause your music and exit your ship, you see the ghost and ahsoka's T-6 shuttle getting closer to the hangar.

you anxiously await them, watching as they carefully land. the shuttle door opens and sabine and ahsoka come out of it.

sabine smiles as you half walk, half run up to them and pull them both into a hug.

'I'm so glad you guys are safe.' you say. 'it scared the shit out of me when I couldn't contact you.'

'we're alright.' says ahsoka, patting you on the back.

you pull back to look at them. they both look tired, but other than that they seem fine. sabine has a twinkle in her eyes and smile on her face.

'what is it?' you say. 'do you know something about ezra?'

'yeah.' says sabine. 'but hera should tell you.'

she points to the ghost, where hera has just exited the ship. jacen follows her, but is looking over his shoulder and talking to someone. at first, you assume it's merely chopper.

but as they walk further down, you see it's not chopper at all. it's a young man. he's wearing colourful robes and has a beard and curly hair.

it doesn't matter he's older than he is in your memories. it doesn't matter he still has the same eyes and the same scar on his cheek. it doesn't matter something in the force tugs on you so strongly, as if it has found its home.

none of it matters, because you would know him anywhere, in any universe, no matter who you are.

ezra. your ezra. talking with jacen as if nothing had ever happened. he's here, he's alive.

a sob escapes your mouth as you take off.

'ezra!' you yell.

you don't even bother to hide the tears as they stream down your cheeks. after all this time, he's finally here.

for a brief second you see his smile before you crash into him. you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck, holding him impossibly close. you're never going to let him go.

words fail you as you just cry into his shoulder.

you feel ezra's arms around your back and get lost in the feeling. it's all so painfully familiar, as if no time had passed at all. yet you know everything has happened since the last time you saw him.

you slightly pull away to look at him.

ezra is smiling at you just like he did all those years ago. though he's older, he's still the same. still the same kid you met on the streets of lothal.

you reach out and brush a finger over the scar on his cheek.

'you're here.' you say breathlessly.

'I am.' he says.

you'd heard his voice in your dreams and memories and the recording sabine still has. but this is different. it means everything and more to you.

'you're as beautiful as the day I lost you.' you whisper.

'I dreamed of this day.' says ezra. 'thought about all the things I would say to you. it all seemed so simple. but now? I have no idea. nothing seems like the right thing to say.'

'but it is simple.' you say. 'I love you.'

ezra smiles even brighter. 'I love you too.' he says. 'I always knew I would see you again. we have a lot of catching up to do.'

you smile as ezra leans in and kisses your forehead. you'd finally found each other again.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 9 months

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Fade Into You, Chapter Two: Holy Ground

pairing: nyc bookstore owner au!ezra (prospect) x f!reader

rating: M (nothing much here really besides reader’s pining and ezra’s charm, definitely ooc ezra but it’s an au so who cares!, talks of money/wealth/privilege, a situationship forming in front of our eyes)

wc: 2.7k

a/n: just as a disclaimer, these chapters are going to range in length. i know some people really love short chapters and some really love long ones, but i’m trying not to focus so much on word count anymore, just gonna try to stop when it feels right (to me)! but i’m sure once we start seeing their relationship evolve, so will the length of each chapter.

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Mid October

“I feel like these are only ever good straight out of the oven.” Jay was standing in your tiny kitchen, taking a tray of store bought frozen Halloween cookies out of the oven.

“Yeah, as soon as they get room temperature they get hard as a fucking rock,” you agreed, sitting cross-legged on your beat up leather sofa with a bowl of popcorn on your lap. Halloween was queued up on your TV, the big light off with only the orange and yellow glow of the string lights you’d hung on your TV to illuminate the room. As Jay walked over with the entire pan, setting it down on the coffee table, their phone started to ring, the sound of a generic banjo filling the room. “You gotta change your ringtone.”

“It’s for the bit,” they said, tugging their phone out. “It’s Ezra.”

Your head whipped up to look at them, your eyes wide with interest as she pressed her screen to accept the call, putting it on speaker.

“Hey Ez, you’re on speaker,” they said.

“Hey, just calling to see what you’re up to,” he replied.

As Jay filled Ezra in on the movie marathon the two of you had been having since noon, you mindlessly shoveled popcorn into your mouth, watching the screen as though his face would appear if you willed it hard enough.

“Is that the girl you were telling me about?” he asked after hearing Jay mention you by name.

“Yeah, you two need to finally meet,” they said, giving you a wink and a nudge with their elbow.

“Well, I just got back in town and was going to invite you to meet me for a showing of Practical Magic in the park in an hour, but if she’s up for it, she can come and we can finally introduce ourselves properly.” Your eyes widened and head began to shake in a silent plea for them not to accept as Jay turned to look at you with a wide smirk, their amusement over your crush evident in their voice as they ignored your anxiousness and let him know that the two of you would be there before hanging up.

“Oh, I’m gonna puke,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you let your head fall back against the sofa. “I don’t have any time to prepare myself! I don’t even—what do I even—fuck.”

“Jesus, it’s just Ezra. He’s just a forty-four year old man who’s scared of commitment, not the fuckin’ messiah,” they teased.

“Yeah…you’re right,” you nodded, taking a breath of composure before standing up to walk over to your closet. “Alright. Super chill. ‘Hey Ezra, totally haven’t been fantasizing about you for the last month or anything. Super chill to meet you.’”

“Oh lord. I really do not get straight people,” Jay sighed teasingly, and you gave her a cocked brow as you turned around.

“Who said I’m straight?”

The city had finally started to cool down, the brisk autumn breeze hitting your cheeks caused you to shiver as your navy knitted sweater did its mediocre job at keeping you warm while you walked through a lamplit Central Park with Jay at your side, their pale skin turning pink on their cheeks and at the tip of their nose.

The park was still full of life even in the pale moonlight; lovers strolled together hand in hand to the soundtrack of giggles from children on the playground as their parents looked on, or a few lonely souls sitting in contemplation on the park benches, wondering where they lost that childish joy. You liked to try and imagine their lives, the happiness and the sadness looming in their history weighing on them in a way you could only ever imagine and never feel. Sometimes if you thought enough about these faces without names, you could feel your heart breaking for them and tears would swell in your eyes, but tonight you couldn’t muster the energy to ruminate on anything but your own life—of the anxiety you felt over finally meeting this character you’d created in your mind.

“Oh, there he is.” Jay’s finger pointed at a park bench where a lonely looking man sat scrolling through his phone, the blue light glowing on his face. “Ez!”

Ezra looked up, a smile growing on his face as he stood, tucking his phone away into his back pocket.

“Jay bird,” he greeted them, pulling them in for a fatherly hug. “Missed ya.”

“Missed you too, old man,” they teased, pulling away to point at you.

“Hi,” you smiled, holding your hand out for him as you gave him your name.

“Ezra—nice to meet you.” You felt a stab of insecurity in your stomach as his eyes bounced across your features for a beat, suddenly feeling all-too aware of each flaw you picked apart in the mirror just that morning. “This isn’t a line, but the way your eyes are sparkling right now is making it hard to look away from you.”

“Oh?” was all you could manage, your heart’s quick patter making it hard to think of anything clever to say, Jay’s chuckle finally pulling his attention away.

“Quit it, she’s shy,” Jay scolded, swatting his shoulder playfully.

“Is that right?” he asked, one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he turned back to you.

“Unfortunately,” you blurted nervously, earning a deep, crackly chuckle from him that helped to warm you up better than the wool covering your body.

“Hang out with Jay’s crowd long enough and soon you won’t be,” he said, turning to Jay. “Let’s go find a place to sit.”

You walked beside Ezra, Jay on his other side, and found yourself counting each step and breath as his warmth radiated against your arm. You wanted to lean in, slide your arms beneath his leather jacket and hold him so close that you could hear the beat of his heart, but for now, you stuck to counting your steps.

“So fill me in,” he said, his elbow nudging yours. “Who are you?”

You took in a necessary breath and shrugged.

“Not sure yet,” you answered honestly. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I figure it out.”

Ezra chuckled and nodded, a permanent smile on his face as he kept his eyes forward.

“Well, tell me what you know so far,” he urged before pointing at an open spot in the grass in front of the large projector screen.

“Uh, well, I’m a writer—“

“See, that’s good information,” he grinned, shrugging off his backpack to unpack a blanket. “What do you write?”

“Some poetry, some fiction,” you said, watching as he and Jay laid out the blanket.

“I’m going to go get some food from concessions, you two want anything?” Jay asked.

“Yeah, just a beer,” Ezra said, tugging out a twenty and handing it to her. “And whatever our writer friend wants.”

You smiled at him before looking to Jay. “I’m okay, thank you. Are you sure you don’t need help?”

“No, you two get acquainted, I’ll be fine.”

You gave them a subtle look of terror, only earning a reassuring nudge of their head towards Ezra as he took his seat on the blanket.

“So you’re a writer,” Ezra said, his eyes following you as you awkwardly sat down at the furthest corner from him, crossing your legs to take up as little space as possible. “Is that how you met Jay?”

“No, I actually met her in your shop,” you said, finding the courage and confidence to meet his eyes.

“And we haven’t crossed paths yet?”

“Well, we sort of did once—the first time I came into the store, but you were leaving so it makes sense—“

“You must’ve caught me on a bad day,” he interrupted. “Those eyes aren’t the kind of eyes I’d normally forget.”

“Still not using a line?” you chuckled.

Ezra smiled, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes again.

“Not a line if it’s sincere,” he said, shrugging with a smile as he turned to look around at the crowded park, each group talking amongst themselves like the world consisted of just them, just like it felt with you and Ezra. “Are you from the city?”

“No, I just moved here,” you said, continuing on about your hometown and the stark contrast in environment.

“How are you liking the change?” he asked, leaning back to rest against one elbow.

“It was overwhelming at first, but in a good way.”

“How do you mean?” he probed, full of sincere interest.

“Just…the thought that I could be anybody here—it’s overwhelming but an exciting kind of overwhelming. I’ve just been trying to figure out where I belong in the midst of all this energy.”

Ezra’s smile grew into a grin, his eyes batting fondly at you as he watched you mimic his position, your body now achingly closer to his than it had been just seconds prior.

“What about you?” you asked in a whisper, turning your eyes to face the projector screen that started to glow with the start of the movie.

“Too long of a story to tell right now,” he whispered back with a smile.

“Make room for me,” Jay said as they returned with two beers in one hand and a tray of nachos in the other, nudging their chin at you to scoot closer to Ezra. You obliged with both hesitance and eagerness, once again counting your breath as his arm brushed against yours. “Here, can you pass Ez his beer?”

“Sure,” you said, grabbing the cold bottle and handing over to Ezra who sat on your other side, his warm fingers brushing against yours as he accepted it.

“Thanks, honey,” he whispered, and although the endearment caused your head to buzz, it seemed to be something casual to him, as if he called all of his friends these pet names. A good chunk of you hoped that wasn’t the case.

After the movie, Jay made up some excuse about going over to a girl’s house, leaving Ezra to walk you to the subway, his jacket over your shoulders even though you insisted you were fine (you weren’t).

“So,” you said, breaking the silence between you as you walked through the park to get to the 96 Street Station to catch a subway headed for your neighborhood in Harlem. “Are you from here?”

“I am,” he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Born and raised. My family is sort of…I guess we’re old money. Or, they were. I’m just a bookstore owner.”

“With more money than God,” you added, earning a laugh.

“I’m trying to get rid of it,” he replied, shrugging.

“You don’t like being rich?”

“I recognize it’s a very privileged problem to have,” he chuckled. “But no, I don’t really care for all of it. I just don’t see why one man with no kids, no family, should have so much while other people are struggling. So, I spend every single day trying to pawn it off on other people, try to help distribute the wealth.”

“How’s that working out?” you asked, your eyes fixed on his profile as you walked, the streetlamps illuminating his skin every few steps, bathing him in yellow glow.

“It’s a surprisingly difficult thing to accomplish, at least with an accountant like mine,” he chuckled. “Sometimes I just settle for not making any more money. I price my books specifically so I don’t make profit, I let people stay in the apartments my family owned rent free. My father’s rolling in his grave, I’m sure.”

“How did you guys get so rich?”

“Prospecting,” he said, glancing over at you. “My great-grandfather owned a lot of land that had a lot of minerals and stones, or…something. I never cared enough to ask questions.”

“What an odd life you live,” you teased, earning a playful nudge from his elbow as you rounded the fence to walk into the subway tunnel.

“Tell me more about you,” he prodded, keeping his body close to yours in a display of protection as a strange man began to stare at you too much for either of your liking. “What are you writing?”

“Well, it started as romance, but then I scrapped that once I started really thinking about the character and what she wanted. I figured it wasn’t love she craved. What she really wanted was to prove to her mother that she was capable of being loved. So, that led me to where I am now, just a story of a mother and a daughter and all the traumatic shit that goes into that relationship.”

“What a beautiful mind you’ve got,” he said, his eyes on you as you looked down at your shoes with a bashful smile. “Do you know how it ends? Do they heal? Or does it stay broken?”

“Well,” you lifted your eyes to meet his, a playful smirk on your face. “I guess you’ll have to wait for me to write and publish it to find out.”

“My best friend owns an indie publishing company,” he shrugged. “Just let me know when you’ve got it finished and I’ll help you get in contact with him.”

“Oh, you don’t have to—“

“I like helping people who are passionate about what they do,” he interjected. “And I can see how much you love what you do, it’s what makes your eyes sparkle like that, even in this shitty subway light.”

“Are you always this good with your words?” you asked, bumping your shoulder into his.

“I sure try to be,” he smiled.

“Well,” you lifted and dropped your eyebrows. “Makes it hard for a girl to tell if you’re just being friendly or if you’re flirting.”

Ezra studied you for a minute with that closed mouth smile that he always seemed to wear, his eyes bouncing across your features even when you looked away from him in a fluster.

“I’m not…a partner,” he said, a careful lilt to his voice. “I don’t believe in…lasting things, at least in lasting love. I can’t be a partner to you. I’m the guy people sleep with until they find their partner.”

“I’m not looking for a partner,” you said, unsure of where you found the courage. “So, if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t. I’m new to this city, to all of this. I don’t want to jump into anything, I just want to…I don’t know…live a little.”

“Well, here,” he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. “Let’s trade numbers and just…see what happens. No pressure, no expectations, just call me when you need a friend, or…something more if you feel like it.” He smiled. “Whenever you feel like it.”

You only grinned and nodded as you typed your number into his phone, feeling as though you’d stumbled onto some sort of prize you weren’t qualified to win. You tried to silence the voices inside that screamed at you for even daring to believe that a handsome, kind, self-aware, rich man like Ezra, with a world of opportunities at his fingertips, would want you. You knew that you had your own value, your own beauty and intrigue—you were a prize, too.

“Can I take the subway with you?” he asked as you handed his phone back. “Not—I’m not trying to follow you home or anything, I just don’t want to stop talking yet.”

“You want to ride all the way to Harlem and back with me? Just to talk?” you laughed.

“If you’d let me,” he smiled. “I think you’re interesting, and hard to read, and…well, I guess the best word for it is captivating.”

“Where does ‘beautiful’ fit in to all of that?” you joked.

“I knew you were beautiful the second I saw that sparkle in your eyes,” he said, his eyes flickering to your lips. “That’s not what captivates me, that’s obvious. What I find uniquely interesting is your mind, your thoughts and where they come from, and especially the way you string those thoughts into words. That’s…that’s captivating.”

With no room to argue and no words to describe what his words meant to you, you offered him a simple smile and nod before the two of you were filing into the subway, that dirty tile floor becoming holy ground in the matter of a second.

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direwolfrules · 1 year

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Would anyone care for some unsolicited fanfic recs in this trying time?

Star Wars (because I have no other life):

(Re)convene by Nightfall_1409:

10 years after sacrificing himself for the Rebellion, Ezra Bridger is offered the chance to turn back the clock and alter the course of history forever- the Force sending back with him a ragtag band of heroes, all whom have proven themselves worthy of the chance, all of whom have the drive to prevent the events that turned their lives into living nightmares, all of whom have the chance to save their loved ones from their fates.

Now 35 years in the past, returned to the era of the Republic 6 years before the rise of the Empire, 3 years before the start of the Clone Wars, he has to unite his scattered allies- Ahsoka Tano, Din Djarin, Boba and Omega Fett- and put together the puzzle of what caused the galaxy to fall, or they'll all be doomed to watch it happen again.

Personal Thoughts:

I really like this one. Time travel is my favorite trope. It’s well written, it draws you in, and the author has done an excellent job of mashing up Legends and Canon in fun and unique ways.

It has everything: Force Sensitive Omega, Tired Space Dad Din Djarin accidentally becoming a main character, Ezra and Anakin as chaotic besties, no Jedi bashing, and much more that would be spoilers.

The author tries to update twice a month. It’s really good. Also this is the only one I’m including the summary for because I’m lazy.

Time-Traveling Artoo by SpiderMansUnfriendlyNeighbor

Crack fic go brrrr. Seriously though, it’s just Artoo fucking with Sidious and then kidnapping children to matchmake. I was laughing the whole way through.

A Means of Survival by LessAttitudeMoreAltitude

In which Ursa finds a half dead Jedi Padawan named Caleb and the Mandalorian Adoption instinct activates. Listen, Sabine has decided the Jetti’ad is her favorite person, they can’t just not adopt him

The Time Heals ‘verse by jessicas_pi

Force Sensitive Sabine travels back in time to the Clone Wars, accidentally bonds with a Force Entity that I’m 99% sure is the Brother, becomes Obi-Wan’s Padawan, and keeps accidentally-on-purpose bringing people back to the past.

Also Quinlan Vos is there.

It’s Sabezra if that’s a turn off for anyone.

You Either Die A Hero… by RennyBanette

The 501st gets trapped in a time loop on Umbara. Delightful crack full of Krell murder and fire.

The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine

This is the Star Wars time travel fic. It’s so good. 4 years after the fall of the Republic Obi-Wan gets caught in a sandstorm, and when it passes he’s back in time when Anakin’s just a three year old clinging to his mom’s skirt.

Naturally, Obi-Wan frees the Skywalkers, changes his name to Ben Naasade, takes his younger self as a Padawan, and gives Mace Windu so many headaches.

Featuring: Jedi Shmi Skywalker, Pong Krell getting his shit wrecked, Legends stuff, Jedi Shmi Skywalker, Mandalorians being awesome, Alderaan being awesome, Jedi Shmi Skywalker, Obitine, the Sith being evil and creepy, and most importantly, Jedi Knight Shmi Skywalker

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popcornforone · 3 months

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Valentines

Time for another little Drabble. This time as it’s February we have something Valentines themes for what the Pedro Pascal Characters have got up to. So I hope you enjoy this little selection of notes.

Most of these are fluffy but a couple have spicy notes to them (ahem always Dave) so read at your own discretion.

Joel Miller

Bread

We’re talking outbreak Joel. He knows you miss your mum & her baking on a weekend. So he’s spent his time & his favours on getting you some fresh bread. “You don’t want to know what I’ve given up for this” he says, but he knows it’s worth it as you sniff the fresh small loaf & he sees the look in your eyes evoking so many memories. He knows it was worth it right there. He slowly pours you a fresh cup of coffee as he watched you slice the bread open & you beam as you look at how fluffy the inside is.

Max Phillips

Red Roses

“Careful not to prick yourself” he says licking his lips as you arrange them. “Maybe I want too” you reply. You only allow him to drink from you when you are intimate on special occasions & as your undead man has actually made an effort to get you something for Valentine’s Day, you feel maybe tonight he can taste more than just your pussy when you have sex. A small drop falls from your finger & he licks his lips, his eyes dilating. “Well someone wants more than just a taste?”

Ezra

Oxygen

You’re not going to ask Ezra how he got an extra tank of oxygen for the two of you. The less you know the better. But he’s proud & offers you to fill up your reserve first. “Fill it all the way baby, I only want you gasping when we’re having fun in our pod later” he then extends his hand, your gloves gripping each other as you rest your helmets against each other. “Maybe being stuck in this moon with you wasn’t the worst thing to happen to us” you sigh.

Marcus Moreno

A card & chocolates

Marcus honestly forgot this morning that it was Valentine’s Day but he did have to rush out the house to save the world from evil marshmallow creatures who were trying to take over. When you get home a little pink heart card is sitting on top of a box of your favourite chocolates from him with a note. It says he’s sorry & you sigh & smile as you sniff the card, it smells of him. You then put on the news to see him giving a press conference about how the world is safe. That’s the only gift you really need that he is alive & okay.

Mr Ben

A new bag

He saw how sad you were when in the Christmas sales the handbag you were saving for didn’t drop in price. You clicked on it every day in January hoping it would drop in price but it didn’t. So on his way to the restaurant he’s booked for tonight he’s poped into the store & purchased it for you. “But Ben we can’t afford this” you exclaim as you open in. “Yes we can” you go to protest but he stops you “can’t I treat you just this once baby” you blush & lean across the table & give him a small kiss.”I thought you paying for dinner as enough of a treat” you smirk & raise your glass of red wine to him.

Javi Gutierrez

Diamond earrings

Javi is over the top about Valentine’s Day. Breakfast in bed, a teddy with a heart, roses, oysters & a romantic lunch which ends with him slipping two diamond earrings in your ears. He can tell you’re now a little embarrassed & you are but you know he will never change. He wants to spoil you, so why not. Especially now he’s a big Hollywood screen writer. Your loyal puppy adores you too much & is too sweet that he’s gone over the top with the romantic cliches.

Silva

A new horse

You are loving life on the ranch & now Silva is helping you to learn to ride, but his horse is stubborn.It will only accept you if Silva has the reigns. So when you wake up on Valentine’s Day & see a new grey horse outside that he is brushing, your eyes light up. “His name is Sebastian” he says as he brushes the horses mane. You grab a carrot & nuzzel against it, instantly bonding as Silva hugs you from behind.

Dave York

New handcuffs

Dave has sneaked out to see you once he’s treated Carol to her perfect valentines night. He’s now at your apartment. You’ve already 69, & you are sitting on his lap cock warming him inside you, before you get onto the rest of it. His hand is strumming your clit as you moan while holding the cuffs up. “They are technically from work so good luck wriggling out of those baby” he says before his spare hand spanks your arse & his movements get more vigorous.

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History Reversed

Yet another Time Travel AU. I ought to be famous for ‘em by now, right?

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Wolffe kept a hand close to his blaster.

He didn’t know what was going on, who the Togruta hugging his general really was, because like kriff could that actually be Tano. A couple of discrete hand signals to the troopers behind him got them to separate, spread out, just in case the need arose for stun shots. After a moment’s hesitation, he also pressed a button on his wrist comm to summon a medical squad.

The Togruta looked pretty singed, after all. And they’d scanned further lifeforms aboard the damaged ship, too. Potential mindtrick plot or not, it wouldn’t hurt to have some stretchers nearby, just in case.

And speaking of other lifeforms...

A male Human cautiously scooted down the ramp next, maybe thirty, thirty-five standard. He looked a little better dressed than the Togruta, but with even more mud caked up to his knees, and a much more wary expression on his scarred face. Wolffe could see a holster hanging from his belt - two compartments, one holding a blaster, the other a lightsaber.

“Ahsoka?” The man asked. Wolffe’s fingers twitched.

The Togruta pulled back from his general, smiling through her tears. “Ezra. This- this is Jedi Master Plo Koon. He found me, when I was little. Brought me to the Jedi Temple.”

“Wait- Wolffe’s Plo Koon?” Even as he asked, the man looked up and around, scanning the clone troopers until his gaze landed on- “Commander Wolffe?”

And the fun times just kept on rolling. Reluctant in the extreme, Wolffe reached up to tug his bucket off, and came a few steps closer. From the better angle, he could make out more of the Togruta’s facial markings, and- they did look like Tano’s. Just. Bigger. Stretched, a bit, like when a clone cadet snuck a tattoo onto their skin, only for it to distort when they kept growing and packing on more muscle. Wolffe eyed her, and then eyed the Human, arching a single brow.

The second stranger made a stunned noise. “Holy kriff, that is Wolffe.”

“Wait until you see Rex,” his companion laughed, and-

Well.

Jedi did get into all sorts of bantha-shit with the Force. He’d heard more than enough stories from brothers serving with generals far less careful than his own. Maybe, maybe, Wolffe could believe this was, somehow, an older Ahsoka Tano.

She introduced her friend as Ezra Bridger, Jedi Knight, and then the three kids who tumbled down next as Jacen, Alora, and Pypey, Padawan Learners. And after them- “This is Luke, and his daughter Jaina. She needs serious medical attention.”

A Master and Initiate. A Master, who looked haggard, and exhausted, moving slowly as if the whole galaxy had just come crashing down onto his shoulders, and the only thing keeping him moving at all was the child cradled against his chest. A child, practically a baby Jedi, who bore the wounds of a battlefield and was missing most of an entire limb. Wolffe nearly growled at the sight, double tapping the button on his comm to get the medical team to hurry the hell up.

To their credit, his men spilled into the hangar not thirty seconds later, moving at a brisk jog and not hesitating to come straight up to the group of unknown Jedi. The Ithorian kid and older Human girl were situated on one stretcher, pressed together as their blaster wounds with hastily-affixed bacta patches were looked over. Little Jaina was placed more carefully on the other, the Wolfpack’s CMO muttering furiously to himself as he checked over her worst injury.

Wolffe knew damn well what lightsaber damage looked like.

To his credit, the girl’s father managed to hold himself together after setting her down, and stayed standing through the initial examination. But the very instant the medical team wheeled his daughter and the other kids out, Ezra going with them, Luke dropped to his knees without so much as a flicker of warning.

He didn’t make a sound. Sure looked like he wanted to, though, judging by the painful mix of grief and despair on his face. Ahsoka folded herself down beside him, wrapping an arm around the man’s shoulders, and Wolffe’s general wound up kneeling as well.

“She-” Luke’s jaw spasmed trying to get the words out. “She ran- ran to Ben. Before I- I couldn’t-” A broken sob clawed its way out, and he lifted a hand to press to his face. A prosthetic hand, Wolffe noted with a flinch of surprise. No cover or synth-skin molding, just bare metal.

“Who is Ben?” General Plo asked softly.

“Luke’s padawan,” Ahsoka answered, at the same time Luke himself said, “My nephew.”

Karking hells. That didn’t sound like the start of a fun story.

#star wars #star wars sequals #star wars the clone wars #time travel au #fan fiction #work in progress #ahsoka tano #ezra bridger #luke skywalker #plo koon #commander wolffe #fix-it fic #and by fix-it I don't just mean canon #I was very mean to these characters in a couple other fics #and this is my apology

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palioom · 9 months

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helping you shine

summary: ezra helps you feel better through the way he knows you love; pleasure and pain.

pairing: ezra x f!reader word count: 4.0k warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n ; dom/sub; nipple clamps; gags; praise & degradation (a little); anal plug; anal play; unprotected p in v; spit kink; spanking; pussy slapping; slight bondage (using rope as restraints); orgasm denial; overstimulation; sub space?

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“Ezra- Oh, Ezra, please- I need-”

He shushed her with a finger to his lips, watching her squirm and pull against the restraints keeping her anchored to the headboard of their bed.

The tears on her cheeks were glistening in the low lights, like small stars strewn across the galaxy.

“My gem, I need you to be quiet for me so I can help you.” He said quietly, with a soft smile. Eyes sparkling dangerously. “I know just what you need, my starlight, do not worry your beautiful, bright head.”

She nodded, growing quiet, still squirming.

Ezra always knew what she needed, was always willing to help her find release during particularly difficult days.

When dark clouds drove the sunshine from her mind.

When she craved a twisted version of intimacy, acted out by someone she could trust.

Rough hands, rough words.

But still interlaced with some gentleness so she wouldn’t forget entirely.

His hand wandered over her exposed skin, up her stomach and to her breasts, taking one and squeezing it roughly as he stood next to her, looming above her.

“How about some pretty chains, my starlight?” Ezra asked, already reaching for a small box on the bedside table, pulling out some nipple clamps. “You love when I bite you, this might be a similar feeling for you.”

She only nodded again.

Tonight she’d say yes to anything he gave her, she just wanted to feel something else than what settled deep in her chest.

He smiled softly, pinching one nipple to make it harden, chuckling at her sounds of pleasure before attaching one clamp, then repeating the same on the other side.

Tugging at the metal chain once when he was finished.

“Such a rare, beautiful gem, only for my eyes to see, in my bed.” His hand smoothed over her thigh, taking in her desperate eyes, the wetness still lingering in them. “Aren’t you, my starlight?”

She needed those reminders sometimes.

“Yes- Ezra-” Her voice trembled, watching as he rummaged around in the box again, breath hitched.

Pulling out a plug, she whimpered, her hands straining against the ropes bound around her wrists.

“My little bird, we both know you want this.” He said with a soft click of his tongue, pulling out a bottle of lube next. “You want me to use your precious body, don’t you? To feel worthy, my gem?”

She whimpered again but nodded, shame crawling over her skin now and making her feel hot.

The push and pull of praise and slight degradation made her feel fuzzy, squirming on the bed.

“Stop squirming.” Ezra said, voice low. “Or do you want me to tie you up some more, my starlight?”

She shook her head, biting at her bottom lip. “No.”

The mattress dipped below him as he kneeled on it, positioning himself between her spread legs, laying down the shiny, silver plug and the lube next to her.

“Good, then you need to behave, stay still for me while I help you.” He said, hands running up and down her calves, teasingly and slowly. Letting her feel the warmth of his hands, his dark eyes raking over her body before finding hers. “Such a gorgeous sight, my gem. My prettiest trophy.”

A blush spread over her cheeks as he said that, the warmth travelling down over her chest.

His hands went to the back of her knees, spreading her wide for him as he just watched for a moment, how her pussy glistened just like her cheeks did.

The shame only made her more desperate, while he watched how she clenched around nothing as she waited.

“Ezra, please.”

Ezra shushed her again, gently as his dark eyes found hers, his hands wandering down her thighs and to her hips.

“My gem, you have to be patient, I will help you in due time.”

His thumb pressed lightly against her clit, making her jump and him smirk, gliding over it slowly, almost too slowly.

He kept his pace slow, even as her hips jerked against him, trying to get more friction, but he just moved back with her movements, not allowing her more just yet.

Torturing her with featherlight movements before drawing back.

Eyes snapping up to hers as she let out a long whine in protest, his hand coming down harshly over her pussy, making her cry out, her legs snap shut.

“Ah-ah, my starlight, you are too greedy, like an insatiable slut.” He scolded her, spreading her legs open again. “Are you a slut, my starlight? Demanding something you don’t deserve yet?”

She shook her head, sobbing. Her mind was so hazy, he knew just how to play her so she felt like she was floating, his words burning on her skin.

“But you are, my gem. Look at you squirming, demanding release when you know you don’t deserve it.”

Ezra reached for the lube, watching her eyes follow his fingers as he spread the liquid on them before putting the bottle away again.

Pressing them against the tight ring of muscle, watching her squirm again.

“Please- Ezra-”

He slipped one of them in, a strangled moan bubbling in her throat as he shushed her.

“Keep talking and I’ll gag you, my starlight.” Working his finger in and out of her, slowly as he kept watching her face. “But not with my cock. Do you really want that?”

She shook her head, quiet save for the small whimpers that she couldn’t bite back.

Moaning loudly when he slipped another finger into her, scissoring them to stretch her open wider, head thrashing.

She needed release, needed him. Needed him to give her pain and pleasure so she could feel better.

“There she is, you can be vocal, my gem. But you need to stop talking.” His other hand went to the chain resting on her stomach, pulling on it with a smirk. Watched her back arch, how she bit her lip. “I enjoy your pretty little sounds.”

When he felt like she was open enough, he slipped his fingers out of her, hands on the back of her knees again to open her up to him, just watching.

Knowing she was ashamed to be this open, literally. Have him see her pulse, ready and aching for him.

“So pretty.”

He mumbled, letting go of her, reaching for the plug and the lube. It would be just a little bigger than his two fingers had been, but he would be gentle and he knew she would enjoy the stretch.

She wanted pain, and he would give her pain.

Coating it generously, he put the bottle away once again and pressed the toy against her, letting her feel the cold metal. Something like a noise of protest left her, strangled and twisted.

“What is it, my gem?” He asked, slowly pushing it inside, his other hand on one thigh to keep her spread open. Watching how her greedy hole swallowed it, going slower when he reached the widest part.

“Big.” It was the only word she could get out, mentally in a world far away from here.

Ezra chuckled, pressing the plug all the way inside, then pushing on the base with his thumb, watching her pussy clench.

“You’ve taken bigger.”

Another smack on her pussy, followed by a second one. Her high pitched cry music to his ears, thumb lightly brushing over her clit after.

“Looking so pretty for me, with chains and this toy in your ass.” His lips found the inside of her knee, hooking her leg over his shoulder as he bent over her, so he could be face to face with her.

The stretch hurt, but she didn’t say anything, only whimpering, looking up at him through the tears.

“Colour?” He asked, rough hand caressing her soft cheek, wet with tears.

Always checking in with her. Careful not to step over the line they had both drawn.

There was only pleasure in her pain and humiliation if she enjoyed it as well.

“Green.” She whispered, her hands tugging at the rope connected to the headboard, just wanting to touch him.

He relented, his hand reaching up to squeeze her hand briefly, before it came back down to her face, taking her chin in hand, fingers squeezing into the softness of her cheeks.

“Open.”

His voice was calm but left no room for discussion, watching as she fought with her mind. Knowing it wasn’t her favourite, which was exactly why he was doing it, and also knowing she knew how to opt out of this if she needed to.

Waiting. Seeing the emotions cross her face as she broke herself down, the faintest bit of pressure on her cheeks letting her mouth fall open, tongue sticking out.

“Good girl, my starlight.” He praised her, her eyes widening for a moment.

Gathering saliva in his mouth before slowly letting it drip onto her waiting tongue, a throaty noise of protest turning into a moan when his knee pressed against her middle.

“Swallow, like the whore you are.”

She did, swallowing the spit which tasted so much like him, sweet like the fruit he ate and smoky like the alcohol he liked.

Opening her mouth after to show him, happy he smiled down at her, letting go of her cheeks.

Fingers now pressing down onto her tongue, still sticking out, her brows furrowed.

“Suck on them.” He said, chuckling when her lips closed around them, his knee pressing into her harder. “Like you’d suck my dick, my gem.”

Her tongue swirled along his rough fingers, tasting herself on him as well as the lube, her hips grinding into his clothed knee in search of some friction.

To her surprise, he let her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her mouth like he would with her pussy. But he didn’t plan on that today, enjoying how she sucked on his fingers like her life depended on it, eyes glazed over.

“Such an obedient whore.” Tugging on the chain hanging from her breasts, harder this time. Her moan coming out muffled around his thick fingers, her hips moving faster. “That desperate to get off on my knee, starlight?”

He sat back up, removing his fingers from her mouth as he did, as well as moving his knee back. Enjoying how she squirmed, and looking at the dark patch that had formed on his grey sweatpants.

Clicking his tongue, making her whimper, tugging at the rope.

“You’d rub your sweet, dripping pussy against anything to get off, wouldn’t you, my sweet gem?” She shook her head but he just laughed, swatting her thigh sharply. “Yes you would, stop lying to me.”

All she could do was sob, too far gone for proper words. She was almost shaking from how worked up she was, angling her legs so she was spread open for him, as if to invite him in.

He understood, his rough hands once again smoothing over the back of her thighs, feeling how they trembled. They felt hot on her skin, like he was burning her.

So obedient for him.

Ezra sighed, reaching for his pants, watching her eyes go wild with excitement, still not saying a word.

She could do so well if she wanted to. And he felt like he had tortured her enough for tonight.

At least like this.

“My pretty gem is excited, isn’t she?” He said, moving so he could remove his pants, then coming back to kneel between her legs again. Cock heavy and leaking, letting its weight rest on her abdomen. “She wants to be filled, right? Taken?”

Her heartbeat was visible through her chest, pumping hard against her ribcage as she squirmed. So close to what she needed.

“Used?”

A pathetic moan, turning into a whimper. A messy noise bubbling from her chest into her throat.

Used, exactly. She wanted to be used by him.

“Just my pretty fuckdoll to be used by me?” He teased, taking his cock in one hand and letting the head glide through her folds. When he notched against her entrance, she squirmed harder, whimpering in excitement but he just moved on, hitting her clit a few times with the fat head instead. “My gem, just here for me to fuck my cum into you?”

“Ezra.” His name was broken, a sob wrecking her. “Ezra, Ezra.”

It was the only thing she was capable of saying anymore, earning a slap on her other thigh, a sharp tug at the chains on her.

“What did I say, my gem?”

He knew his words broke her down further, that’s why he was talking to her. It was fun to see her lose her last bit of sanity below him, turning brainless almost.

Leaning over her, towards the box on the nightstand, she watched him take out a ball gag, one of their simpler gags. Nothing that could give her anything to suck on while he fucked her.

She didn’t deserve that tonight.

Ezra had to wrangle her just a little as he put it on, before it finally sat securely in her mouth.

“Good, my gem?” He asked, brushing some hair from her face.

God, he was too good at balancing out the harshness with his sweet gestures, checking in with her.

Knew how important it was to do so.

She nodded, humming in affirmation.

“Remember the signal?”

She nodded, rapidly snapping her fingers three times.

“Good, and if you feel like you can’t snap?”

Three short hums, different from any noises she usually made.

“Well done, my starlight.” He smiled, caressing her cheek. “Such a good girl.”

Feeling warm at the praise, something akin to a giggle left her, making him laugh.

Then he leaned back again, lining himself up with her, waiting. She knew this game, he wanted to build anticipation, pretending to rock forward slightly before stilling again.

Wanting to see her lose her patience, aching and dripping for him, hands flexing in the restraints.

Pushing into her when she was about to lose it, making her cry out as he buried himself all the way, stilling for a moment. Just watching her reactions, her head rolling from side to side, tears on her cheeks.

Not signalling, clearly still enjoying the pain.

He didn’t wait long before he started to move, grunting as he felt her tight heat around him, spasming as he pumped in and out of her.

So tight with the plug in her ass, feeling it as he moved.

Clearly close already, her noises growing louder.

“You’re enjoying this too much, starlight.” He said, hooking her legs over his shoulders, swatting her thigh which made her moan. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, too close to the edge. “Taking me like a little whore, like my little whore.”

Just as she was about to fall over, he pulled out of her, wrapping his arms around her legs as she began kicking, whining in protest.

He loved watching her try to squirm as her orgasm ebbed away again, so clearly lost in the mounting pleasure and close to breaking apart.

So sweet, throwing her head back in frustration.

As he waited, he reached up to adjust the clamps around her nipples. Taking one off, just toying with the peak a little, until he legs began to move against him, then putting it back on before moving on to the other.

Teasing her, dragging this out.

“You know you won’t get what you want by throwing a temper tantrum, my starlight.” He said, caressing her breast slowly. “Unless you can prove you can stay still, I will be just fine playing with your beautiful breasts.”

A deep grunt left her, clearly annoyed with him, turning into a frustrated noise.

But she tried to stay still, as still as she could be with how much she hurt, how much she needed him. Needed him to take her apart and put her back together.

She opened her eyes to look at him, seeing him proud and smiling.

“There you go.” He said, reattaching the clamp before letting his hand wander down her side, feeling her muscles twitch. “My pretty girl can be so obedient.”

And then he pushed inside her again, working her up until she was squirming, leaning over her so she felt the stretch in her legs, still resting on his broad shoulders. Breathing becoming faster and faster, just in reach of what she needed.

Gone again.

She couldn’t stop the sob, feeling so empty without his thick cock inside of her, even if she still felt the plug inside of her. Feeling her orgasm ebb away once again as he only laughed, fingertips brushing over her thighs.

“So pretty when you’re denied what you really want.” He whispered, eyes sparkling as he looked over her. “How many times can you do this, mhm? Last time we did this six times? Seven?”

Her eyes went wide, shaking her head frantically, sobbing again, but not signalling.

Two slaps to her thighs made her stop, moaning at the pain, one of his hands moving to the plug, pressing against it before pulling at it just a little.

Back and forth, not creating enough friction for her to gain anything from this, but it was enough to tease her nonetheless.

Making her feel like she could burst.

“I know, I know. We won’t break that record tonight, you’re too needy for that, and I need to help you, my gem.” He said, soothing the red marks with his hands. “But you can do this once more, can’t you?”

She nodded, trying to stay still as he pushed into her, slowly this time.

So close already, so worked up.

He felt the same, her tight heat so overwhelming every time, coupled with her flushed body, wet cheeks and pleading eyes.

Fuck, she was beautiful. So beautiful and all his.

No one else got to do this to her.

Ezra waited just a moment when he bottomed out, building up the anticipation again, then moving.

Slow at first, almost like he did want to torture her, pulling all the way out and then pushing back in.

Then he became faster, the wet squelch of her pussy echoing in the small bedroom, accompanied by his deep grunts and her sweet moans.

“Show me how much you need this, my starlight. How much you enjoy me using you.”

His thumb found her clit, making her tense up immediately, her cries muffled by the gag in her mouth as her body seized up.

Gone, eyes rolling into the back of her head, feeling nothing more than the pleasure which bordered on pain as he kept circling her clit, pounding into her with harsh thrusts.

All her feelings zeroed in on that one point in her body, the first orgasm not quite gone as the second approached rapidly.

Her moans told him as much, her frantic whimpers as she pulled at the rope around her wrists.

“Like that, just give in, my gem. Doing so well.” He moaned, the way she squeezed him almost too much, but he kept holding on, needing more from her. “Greedy slut, your little ass and pussy stuffed so full, isn’t it amazing?”

She came again, the pleasure now nothing but pain, surging through her veins and lighting everything on fire as it went. Her mind entirely empty save for him.

“Need you one more time, just once and I’ll fill you up all the way, my precious gem.” He grunted, pressing his thumb down harder, losing his rhythm. “I’ll give you all my cum as a reward for being such a precious, little thing for me. Fill you up until you’re round.”

It was all too much, feeling exhaustion creep in as she stopped squirming, her body only tensing up again when another orgasm hit her.

The promise of him filling her up too good, too exciting, feeling him hold out just a little longer through the haze in her mind before he buried himself all the way, just like he promised.

Pulsing inside of her as he stopped, a painful groan vibrating in his chest, grabbing her thighs harshly.

“Good girl, my gem. So well done.” He whispered as he calmed down, letting her legs down gently.

Immediately working on removing the clamps, carefully as her body twitched at the soft touch, skin on fire with each brush of his fingers. Then removing the gag next, his name falling from her lips immediately, over and over, voice hoarse.

His lips finding hers as he kissed her, cradling her cheeks, just letting her feel more of him.

Pulling back, he reached for the rope tying her hands above her as he praised her.

“You were so good, my pretty gem, my darling girl.” Ezra said, untying one side before moving to the other, letting it dangle from the headboard. Her hands were on him immediately, her muscles screaming in protest as she let her hands roam over his arms, up to his broad shoulders and then his face.

Feeling the roughness of his beard against her soft palms, grounding herself.

Ezra let her, knowing she needed this after what just happened, her sobs slowly becoming less and less. Letting her hands wander into his dark hair, brushing over the blonde tuft she loved so much.

Like she was in a trance, the pain fading away as she looked at him, feeling him.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He cooed, kissing her cheek, the sudden movement making her wince.

“Out, out, Ezra.” She breathed, whimpering when he slowly pulled out of her, setting back on his legs. “Fucking hurts.”

He chuckled, one hand brushing over her thigh as he carefully pulled the plug out of her, watching her eyes squeeze shut.

Throwing it to the side when he was finished, kissing the inside of her knee before moving so he could sit behind her, manoeuvring her boneless body around until she rested against his chest.

She felt lighter now, whatever has plagued her far gone. Like she was floating, eyes heavy but her hands moving over his legs beside her.

“Come on, you have to drink.” He said, reaching for the water bottle on the table, opening it before holding it against her lips. “My precious gem must be thirsty.”

She eagerly emptied half the bottle, breathing hard when she was done, letting her head fall against his shoulder. Hands still moving up and down his strong thighs.

“How are you feeling now, my gem?” Ezra asked, pulling a blanket over them, drawing soft patterns into her skin with his fingertips. “Was anything too much?”

She shook her head, twisting it so she could look up at him, eyes tired and a small smile on her face. The smile he loved so much, the one she gave him after an exhausting day out, finding precious stones.

“All good.” She whispered, her hand gently squeezing his thigh, with the little strength she still had in her. “Thank you, Ezra.”

He kissed her forehead before finding her lips, slow and gentle, as if she was too delicate to be handled.

She always laughed about it, the way he kissed her after. As if he hadn’t just slapped her, pinched her skin.

So loving now, like he usually was.

“I’m glad I could help my most precious gem.” He said, moving just a little to get more comfortable. One of his hands wandering into her hair, carding his fingers through it and watching as her eyelids slowly became heavier.

“You deserve to shine as bright as the stars we visit, little bird. Nothing should ever dim your light.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I am happy I can help you shine again.”

She hummed, barely hearing him anymore as she drifted off into sleep, her body heavy, knowing she would hurt tomorrow, but also looking forward to it.

Always a nice reminder of how much he loved her, how much she could trust him and give herself to him.

And whatever happened, he would always be there to help her shine, no matter what it took.

#ezra #ezra prospect #prospect #ezra x reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra x you #ezra prospect x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal characters #my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic #fic

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pedroshotwifey · 22 days

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Prompt #36 with Dieter or Ezra? 👀

Hi, my friend! I'm sorry this took a hot minute, but I hope you'll be happy with the result!

Better

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Tags/warnings: extreme overstimulation, sub reader, use of toys, orgasm control, light bdsm, restraints, tears, piv sex, subspace/disorientation, Ezra being Ezra and saying Ezra things

Summary: You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime

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“Ez?”

You walk into your shared tent, confused as to why he’d suddenly abandoned you in the middle of your excursion. The two of you were almost ready to pack up anyway, but you thought the plan was to wait it out until the day was up.

You come in to find him lounging on the bunk, spread out on his back with exhaustion. He’s breathing unnecessarily heavily, so much so that you would probably be worried if it was anyone other than Ezra. Sure, it’s hot outside, but not enough to entail that. So dramatic.

“Ez, what the fuck are you doing?”

His head snaps up this time, like he’s surprised to see you there. That’s when you notice that he has one hand down his pants.

“Ez!” you gape. “Serously, what the fuck?”

“Sorry, little dove,” he pants, not caring to stop the jerking motions. “I thought I was strong enough to resist the temptation, but alas…”

“Dude, we had like an hour left, you couldn’t have waited?”

He just licks his lips in answer. “Well, now that you’re in here, you may as well strip and join me.”

You sigh and plant your hands on your hips. He can be so damn unserious sometimes. He’s lucky he’s hot as hell despite everything else.

“Fine,” you grumble and reach to unbutton your pants. You can’t really deny the way your panties started to grow wet the second you realized what he was up to.

He watches you with a heavy gaze as you discard your clothes to the floor and walk toward him. He’s done the same, pulled all of his clothes off so that you’re both naked as he grabs you to lay you on the cot. You catch a peek of his stiff cock, already leaking and flushed from his playing.

He immediately settles over you and flashes you a smirk as his hand trails down to cup your mound. You moan when he collects some of your slick and then starts to circle your clit, your arms coming up to wrap around him.

“I know, flower. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod at him, burrowing your head in his chest as he works your clit. Your body begins to tremble and tense in anticipation, toes curling into the sheets below you.

You claw at his back as you come, moaning as he works you through it. He doesn’t let up when you’re done though, instead inserting two fingers into your soaked cunt. You gasp at the feeling and clench around him.

He starts to pump, watching your face as it contorts with pleasure every time he hooks his fingers to find the spot that makes you crazy.

“Does that feel good, sweet thing?”

“Mhm,” you whine, trying your best to focus on the glide of his thick fingers and the way his thumb comes up to flick your swollen clit. You know it’s not going to be long before your second orgasm takes over.

He suddenly starts to go faster, using his whole arm to finger you at a furious pace, his hand turning so that his palm slaps your clit with each bruising thrust. You gasp and clutch onto him, moans spilling freely from your lips. He starts to mix another movement in, too, shoving his hand up and down and side to side in addition to deep and fucking deeper.

His name is on your lips as you come, an explosion going through your body and making you go weak. Your thighs shake and your ears ring with the force of it all. He doesn’t even slow as you go through it, just whispers filthy praise into your ear as he pulls more and more until there’s a third orgasm meshing with the other two. He slips another finger in and uses his other hand to press on your abdomen.

You’re practically screaming at this point, your body writing beneath him as it tries to escape the constant pressure he keeps on your cunt. It’s so overwhelming and you’re already so overstimulated. Your body is covered in sweat, as is his from his rough movement.

“Take my fingers so good, little bird. Almost as good as you take my cock”

You keen up to him, your back arching as you look into his eyes and plead for him to stop that way since your words aren’t going to work any time soon. He smiles faintly and takes pity on you, slowly retracting his fingers. A squelching sound comes from where he disconnects, an obscene amount of wetness seeping out of your cunt.

“Look at her, she’s so hungry for it,” Ezra observes as he watches your hole clench.

You just pant, feeling thoroughly exhausted already. But you know you’re not done yet. Ezra hasn’t come, and there’s no stopping until he does. You’re about to offer to suck him off to save your poor, throbbing pussy when he speaks again.

“Go get one of your toys, little dove. Let’s make this even better.”

You nod at him, sliding out from under his body in a haze. Despite being so over-sensitive already, you trust him to make it good for you. You walk to your trunk and pull it open, digging around for a moment until you get a grasp on your favorite wand. It’s battery powered and relatively strong.

Ezra cranes his neck to see what you selected and smiles as you turn around with it.

“Good choice, little dove. I like that one, too.”

Then his face lights up in a way that makes you want to bury the vibrator back where you found it. His eyes darken as he reaches his hand out for the toy. Maybe it’s the way your brain has already turned to mush, but you still hand it to him and obey him as he helps you back down.

“On your back and spread those pretty legs, little flower.”

You do so, but not without questioning him as he starts to dig through his own trunk. “Wha–”

“Don’t worry, dove. Just lay there and look pretty for me.”

You lay your head back down on the cot, figuring you might as well save your energy for whatever the hell he’s about to do. You know well enough that when he gets into these moods, there’s no changing his mind.

But you quickly snap your head back up when you hear a tearing sound.

“Ez?”

He looks away from the roll of tape in his hands to see your confused face.

“Yes, bird?”

“W-What are you doing?”

He just grins and walks back to you, ripping the tape further from the roll.

“Legs open,” he instructs, completely ignoring your question. Your eyes widen in realization as he kneels between them and brings your wand up to the inside of your thigh, the tip of it facing your soaked pussy. He pushes your legs open until they start to tremble again from the stretch.

“Ez…”

He ignores you again as he keeps the toy lined up and then starts to secure it with the tape. It’s close enough so that if you closed your legs even the slightest bit, the tip would be right on your clit. Your cunt throbs at the idea. And when he reaches up to tie your hands together and leave you defenseless, you let out a moan.

“Dirty little thing,” Ezra chuckles. “Knew you’d like this.”

He lowers himself back down and lets your legs lay comfortably without his hips holding them open, the ball of the vibrator resting against your clit. You shiver at the contact, goosebumps popping up in anticipation.

He watches your face carefully as he reaches for it and presses a button to turn it on. Your entire body jolts at the constant pressure that immediately starts to hit your clit. You whine loudly, squirming and trying to get away from the harsh vibrations.

“Ez!” you squeal. “‘S too much!”

“Aw, I think you can take it, little gem. Look at your sweet cunt, already crying for more,” he coos at you, doing nothing to stop it.

You shake your head wildly as your orgasm starts to build. It’s borderline painful, your body still wiggling and trying everything it can to escape, but you’re trapped. Every time you move your legs to get away, you just press down harder on your clit. You yelp and writhe, even knowing that you’re going to get nowhere that way.

You’re coming in no time, screaming as the vibrator stays on through the whole thing. Ezra just chuckles to himself as you whine and shake, your brain turning to mush as your ears ring. Everything feels like too much right now. Not just the vibrations between your legs, but also the light coming from the single bulb in the tent, the way the sheets beneath you cling to your sweaty skin, the way the tape around your wrists feels a little too hot.

You feel for a second like you might pass out, the toy still going even after your orgasm subsides. But then Ezra must turn it off because you’re suddenly coming back down to earth, your panting breaths loud in your own ears. Your entire body sags with relief.

You barely even register it as Ezra takes his spot back between your thighs, keeping you open for him with his thick waist as he starts to feed his throbbing cock into your soaked cunt. He groans above you as he practically slips right in without any kind of resistance. You moan sharply, your hands fisting air above your head as you take him.

“Such a good gem,” Ezra whispers to you once he’s fully seated. You can’t even say anything back at this point, far too wrung out to think coherently, much less actually speak. You just lay there, letting him slowly start thrusting into you.

You close your eyes, content to just let him find his end. And then you fucking scream again. Everything goes white and your body jolts as he slams hard into you and turns the toy back on at the same time. Tears immediately jump to your eyes as he picks up a brutal pace and holds your thigh at just the perfect spot for that stupid vibrator to have the biggest effect.

You openly sob as you come again, completely taken by surprise this time. Ezra groans louder, gripping you hard as he pummels his cock into your g-spot. Your tears stream down your cheeks and down your neck, into your hairline, into your ears.

“Sweet little cunt you have, birdy. Squeezing me so tight.”

You try to call his name, but it just comes out garbled and pathetic. You’ve never felt this overstimulated in your life, like you’re unable to really comprehend it all.

“I know, darling thing. You’ll be okay,” he assures you as he puts a hand up to smooth down your sweat-dampened hair.

Finally, his pace starts to stutter and his groans grow louder and more uncontrolled. You’re lost in another wave of painful pleasure when he spills deep inside of you, twitching and making you cry out. He thrusts shallowly, not worried about anything but drawing his own orgasm out.

“There you go, take it all for me. Just like that.” He leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

He doesn’t wait long after until he turns the vibrator off again, and this time you really do find that you can’t open your eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever been this exhausted in your life. Your cunt throbs and aches, your head pounds, and your body feels like it was hit by a truck as it shakes and trembles, numb in some places. You’re disoriented, not entirely sure where you are or how you got there.

You just know that you’re soaked all over and in desperate need of sleep. It comes easy with the help of Ezra’s hand petting your hair and his soft chuckle coming from somewhere around you. You don’t bother to try opening your eyes again, you know that he’ll take care of you as long as he’s around.

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