#selkie ezra smut

[grogusmum]

A quick little Pedro Boy Hurt/Comforty type compilation for you! 💚

Swept Away (selkie Ezra)

Medicinal Purposes (Frankie smut)

comfort fic request with Frankie

comfort fic request with Javi P

hurt/comfort fic request with Din and Grogu

[demigoddessqueens]

Main Masterlist III

Critical Role - multi party dancer!reader // multi party Father’s Day // little one afraid of storms // there was one bed 🛏 // modified memories // Song: Insider angst // saying I love you to them // sacrificing yourself for them // snowball fight

Vox Machina - Percy and you expecting // sick Percy // Percy and Vax wedding // Percy angst // sister of Everlight // writing, kiss prompts with Percy // prompt ask for Archibald // close call with Vex��ahlia // layers of clothes // supportive Vex’ahlia // Percy in the rain // baby first word // facing a meltdown // one year birthday // siren seduction // baby on the way // Orthax horror // Percy confessing to childhood friend // in the acid room // sibling helping with proposal // yandere Percy + Trevor // perchalia smut // Percy drabble // selkie reader // if baby VM cried // ticklish Baby VM // sacrifice for them // vex and shy reader // ADHD reader // vampire reader // scanlan soulmate // love song // vax’ildan angst // Vax saving you // telling them they’re the best // surviving with Archi and Percy // playing with Little One

The Mighty Nein - cowboy traveler // Caleb taking care of you // close call headcanons // caleb leaves you // Caleb and librarian reader // Caleb saving you // expecting with Caleb and Essek // Molly with reader and kiri // Marion and babenon with poison master // Fjord with familiar // Fjord as a father // Cadeuces with aroace reader

Crown Keepers/Bell’s Hells - birthday baby // secret crush on Orym // Dorian and Ashton expecting // reader saving Cyrus // Will and Orym proposal // hugging crush // unwanted visitor + MN // poly with Dorian + Dariax and Orym // bell’s hells baby antics

EXU Calamity/Rings of Brass - Loquatious headcanons //

Dune - Paul atreides HC’s

The Martian - mark watney smut

The Dragon Prince ✨ - Soren + maid!reader // Chitty chats

The Sea Beast - letters from the sea 🌊

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit - boromir angst

Exophilia 👹 - shadow monster

Star 🌟 Wars ✨- ahsoka + Ezra + Rey headcanons //

Spider Man NWH - yours, mine

Arcane/League of Legends - jinx angst headcanons

Blood of Zeus - heron headcanons // bubbly personality with ⚡️//

Assassin’s Creed - Christmas with the crew 🎁

Castlevania - drunken mishaps with VM and Cass // kissing headcanons // at the fair // pregnancy headcanons

Alucard - hollow knight sequel // dragon reader part 3 // season 4 Alucard // playing with Alucard’s fangs // hollow knight p3 //

Trevor - fatherly Trevor // Trevor vs wolf //

Hector - dragon reader //

Isaac - love story //

Genshin Impact - drunk headcanons // on your period // fluff + smut fic // pregnant headcanons // yandere scaramouche

Nezha Reborn - love at first punch

[chaoticgeminate]

Iridescence Fictional Universe Masterlist

Welcome to my most ambitious writing project yet, I hope you find something you enjoy here.

Went ahead and made a taglist, so if you haven't joined it yet and you'd like updates to this series please follow this link :)

As I add more to this universe I will generally make edits to this page, including creating an organized timeline of published stories and a glossary of characters. Pay attention to updates made to the list of unreleased stories, certain ones are going to have coded readers so I'm going to be as open and transparent about it where I can be.

Each of the titles are their own mini-series and worlds, all interconnected into one massive fictional world.

Any and all asks/requests are welcome, whether you are curious about a certain story or an event that happens for a specific pair or even world building stuff.

If you would like to become a side character for the 'verse just hit me up in DMs :)

The Series Rating is 18+ and I ask that all minors respect that rule, some of the parts will feature semi-graphic descriptions of violence and gore or concepts of death, there will likely be smut, and regardless of the individual rating of each segment I'm going to tag everything as M.

Happy reading 💖

World Building Snippets:

Origins of Magic

Were-kin vs Shifters

Dieties, Priest(ess), Protector

Currently Released WIPs:

Chasing Shadows - Shade!Thief x Purple Witch fem!Reader

Precious Sea Glass - Dragon!Pero x Nereid fem!Reader

Blood Price - Regent Lord!Max x Light Elf fem!Reader

Sparkling Embers - Hellhound!Javi Gutierrez x Half-Pixie fem!Reader

Hunter's Gambit - Werewolf!Frankie x Selkie fem!Reader

Whiskey Serenades - Coyote Shifter!Jack x Foxwoman fem!Reader

Clear Skies - Mage!Marcus Moreno x Astromancer fem!Reader

Locked & Loaded - Dave York x Psychic fem!Reader

Forest Affairs - Sidhe!Din Djarin x Sidhe Green Witch!Reader

Series To Come:

Tempting Fates - Incubus!Oberyn x Nymph!Ellaria x Magician fem!Reader

Sunset at Noon - Dark Elf!Ezra x Cambion fem!Reader

Spell Stalkers - Javier Peña x WereJaguar (Latina) fem!Reader

Resonating Heartbeats - Marcus Pike x Voduun (Black) fem!Reader

Bloom Again - Dryad!Maxwell Lord x Floraed (AMAB) fem!Reader

Untitled - Mage!Dieter Bravo x Shaman fem!Reader

Untitled - Empath!Zach Wellison x Wind Dragon fem!Reader

Untitled - Saytr!Charlie x Faun fem!Reader

Untitled - Dreamwalker!Nico x Apothecarian fem!Reader (has Fibromyalgia)

Untitled - Domovoi!Gio x Haltija fem!Reader

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Masterlist: Oh crap I guess I write fic now (and some original art)

Prospect:

Egret AU:

Greenhorn: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Fairy Tale of Puggart Bench: Young!Ezra X F!reader

Entangled: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Nightswimming: Young!Ezra x F!reader

Prickle:

Prickle: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Brigand: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Rain: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Pigment: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Where the Heart is: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Clean Dirt: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Ribbons and Wings: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Screaming Mimis: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Sacellum: Ezra xF! reader w/Cee

Safe: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Found: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee **smut**

Night of Hunters: Ezra xF!reader w/Cee

Fancy: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Indulgence: Ezra x F!reader

Christmas in the Ephrate: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Seasonal: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Ezra + Little Microfic: Ezra x F!reader

Glory: Ezra x f!reader

Liminal:

“Ferris Wheels Are For Old People”: Ezra x F!Reader w/Cee

Liminal: Ezra and Cee (no reader insert)

“Surf City Goodness”: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Late Bloomers: Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Tricks (Or How Bee Girl Got Seduced Into A Life of Crime): Ezra x F!reader w/Cee

Oneshots:

Euphemisms: Ezra x F!reader

To Have and to Hold: Ezra x Gn!Reader

Persistence: Ezra xF!Reader w/Cee

Remain Nameless: Ezra and Cee w/Gn!Reader

Collide: Ezra x Gn!Reader

Stuck: Ezra x f!reader

Ezra + Hopeful Microfic: Ezra and Cee

Tessellation: Ezra and Cee

Needles & Pins: Tattoo Artist!Ezra x f!reader w/cee

Threefold: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

Gravity: Ezra x F!reader

Headcannons:

Soft!Ezra headcannons

The Mandalorian:

Blue Morning: Fennec Shand x f!Twi’lek reader

The Shallow: Din Djarin x F!reader

Dragon AU:

Dragon: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Small Stakes: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Bright Lights, Big City: Boba Fett x Gn!Reader

Atin’ika AU:

Stubborn: Din Djarin x Gn!reader

Hands: Din Djarin x Gn!reader w/Grogu

The Song of the Wrong Response: Din Djarin x Gn!reader

Triple Frontier:

About What We Want: Frankie Morales x f!pregnant!reader

Vanilla: Frankie Morales x f!reader **smut**

Pumpkin Guts: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Frisbees and Cherry Trees: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Over Easy: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Changes: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Maze (Changes AU): Frankie Morales x f!reader

The Triple Frontier Boys and Kittens

The Triple Frontier Boys and Spiders

House Comes With A Bird:

Ephemera: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader.

Surrender: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Nautical Twilight: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

Nico NSFW Alphabet

Somnophilia with Nico

Crowdstrike: Nico (House Comes with a Bird) x f!reader

The Last of Us:

In The Light They Both Look The Same: Joel Miller x f!sexworker!reader

Spinner: Joel MIller X F!reader

Forever’s Gonna Start Tonight: Joel Miller x F!reader

Year of Kisses: 

Closing Time: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Glory: Ezra x f!reader (Prickle’verse AU)

The Shallow: Din Djarin x F!reader

Tessellation: Ezra and Cee

Threefold: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

Gravity: Ezra x F!reader

We Came Along This Road: Frankie Morales x F!reader

Fan  Art:

Fae King Ezra

Haunted Din

Naga Oberyn

Nico on the rooftop in a sunset made beautiful by smog

Selkie Cee

Original Art:

Art thing(webcomic IDK what the actual title is yet):

Panel 1 comms array

Panel 1 progress vid

Panel 2 control console (in progress)

J!TheMando:

J! as a Mandalorian:

used this Halloween photo as reference:

j!TheMando progress

j!TheMando progress 2

j!TheMando progress 3

j!TheMando progress 4

j!TheMando progress5

j!TheMando progress so far

Moodboards:

Rainer Maria Rilke

aesthetic game

queen of poisons

Azra Tabassum (Ezra vibes)

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[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

Your Oberyn fic is probably the best I’ve read so far, I was wondering though, if you have any Pedro Pascal fic recommendations from other writers? I trust your judgement 😌

This is such an amazing compliment. Thank you so much. I will be honest, I do not read ANY Oberyn. (His character is probably tied for the hardest to write and I have a lot of reasons for steering clear) I read a lot of Javi TBH. I will try to keep the list somewhat sorted by which Pedro, but honestly go peek the masterlist of anyone below and you won’t be disappointed.

The only Oberyn I did read is by @absurdthirst and it is an Oberyn x reader x Tovar fic called “The Spaniard” and oof it was delicious. 

Oh gosh. I am so behind on so much but I have a few fics/people that literally rock my entire existence and I think about them constantly. I am also tagged in the masterlists of all of these people and I suggest you message them and get on them as well.

Amas Veritas (Javi), WOMAN (Javi), Faculae (Din) by @steeeeeeeviebb are incredible series. Fun fact, WOMAN is what got me into the Pedro Character fic world and sparked my obsession because I randomly found it and was like WHOMST is this Javi person--OOF ITS OBERYN FUCKING MARTELL--let me dive into this. So if you enjoy my shit--thank her.

Fun Times in Babylon (Javi) by @qveenbvtch is my comfort fic. It feels like coming home and is legit just...I could go on for hours. One day I will write a love letter/dissertation to this fic.

For all things Frankie see @softpedropascal **

For all things Veracruz see @flightlessangelwings **

**These girls have literally devoted so much time to these two boys that their characters are so fleshed out. It’s impressive as hell. Smut, HCs, fluffy things, angst --they have it all. 

For introducing me to my daddy!kink (lots of Whiskey & Maxwell Lord) and so many other things see @zeldasayer her Javi series Futile Devices is very raw and honestly one of the most well written pieces of literature I have read period on or off the internet. Although the Javi is very different from the Javi we know--just go read it. She has also written the only fic I have ever gotten off to--YEAH I SAID IT.

@rae-gar-targaryen has a really good Ezra series that is delightfully sinful

@fleetwoodmactshirt has some lovely Ezra HCs/one shots and plans for an amazing Selkie AU.

@pettyprocrastination has written one of my favorite poly pieces and OCs I have EVER read in which you are the third in the failing (soon to recover) marriage of Maxwell lord and his wife Valarie. 

omfg @loversandantiheroes has written a Whiskey series called Hotel Hobbies that is so perfect and yet I hate it so much because it makes me yearn for that yee-honk loser. 

I’m sure I have forgotten a few but these stick out in my mind and these amazing people are usually in my DMs/texts every day. It’s all very good stuff. 

[grogusmum]

Hazel !!! I saw your selkie Ezra post and you have provided so many prompts that I would love to see you write.

What’s the limit on prompts to send in? right now number 8. “i can’t sleep without you here” from the soft smut list is tugging at my heart strings🥺 (but I think about them all the time, so there are others I could send in…👀)

-Ash💗

Aw lol m'dear!

I would LOVE to see the 8, idk that I'd be able to get to all 8 but I will pick the ones that speak to me and the one here 🥺 is pulling at my heartstrings too!! Thank you for the request, Ash 💚

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER 

W/C: 500ish

A/N: part of the Seven Tears 'verse.

WARNING: Though set in Ireland, and Ireland's predominantly white, Reader is physically undescribed, as are her blood relatives, her missing spouse and his family are white, selkie Ezra is a Ezra and a selkie, oh and possessive Ezra, needy Ezra, Ezra dealing with "modern" conveniences.

Gaelic Translations:

Mo stór: my treasure

Mo stóirín: my little treasure 

Ezra's eyes map a pencil line fissure along the ceiling, and shifts disgruntled under the wedding ring quilt. The bed feels large. The back of his hand absently passes over your cool pillow. 

Huffing, he throws the bed clothes off and goes to the sitting room. 

Pacing, he looks out the windows as he passes each one. At the front door he opens then closes it, his mustache bristling. 

His dark eyes fall on the large black telephone and his brows knit. He has seen you use it. You told him how in case he needed to call you at the mongery, but he has never wanted to tangle with it.

He hates the thing… it is loud and diverts you from him. Sometimes having to leave, like tonight at supper.

Of course, Ezra cares very much for your family, and when Deirdre called and asked if you would help with your sick brother and father, he  completely understood. He just wishes he had gone too. But it is a terrible fever going round, and they are trying to keep exposure down. 

Ezra stares at the fool contraption, with a hesitant hand he picks up the heavy receiver and puts it to his ear, as you had done. There was a tone, loud and unnatural. He does not like it. He looks at the paper beside the telephone your parent's exchange on it, and dials slowly. The rotary dial whirring.

There is a sound of ringing and suddenly a loud click-

" 'llo, Brennan residence"

"Moonbeam," Ezra is unnecessarily loud. "Is it you on the other end of this monstrosity?"

He hears a quiet chuckle.

"Ezra, my love, here I am."

"No, you are there and I am, as you are aware, here. And I have to use this infernal doodad!"

"These doodads make it so we can speak to one another when parted."

Ezra knows, and is grateful- but not happy about it.

"I can not sleep without you here, moonbeam. The bed is too big. It goes on for absolute leagues!" 

You smile, you can hear his pout. After a moment,

"Everyone is asleep here. Why don't I wash up, and meet you outside."

You hear noises, boots maybe, the door, then the loud clunk and ring of the bells within the telephone- the base falling to the floor.

"Yes, mo stór (mu store), yes!" 

"We have to hang up, Ezra."

"Of course! Yes," Ezra says as he picks it up and puts it back on the table, you hear him mutter, diabolical machine, under his breath. "I am on my way to you, moonbeam!" 

Ezra hangs up the handset and flies out the door, sweater in hand. He pulls it on as he makes his way to the house behind the fishmongery. 

When he knocks, it is quiet but urgent. Thankful he only waits a few moments before you open the door to him. 

Ezra pulls you out of the house and envelopes you in a hug. His face, hidden in the crook of your neck.

"Mo stóirín (mu store-een)," he says, like a sigh of relief. And then the nips and kisses begin…

THANK YOU FOR READING 💚 

[grogusmum]

Joining up with @oonajaeadira @writeforfandoms for "A Year Of Themed Creations" (self) challenge.

Mine, the wheel of the pagan year. Fics centering or inspired by the 8 sabbath and 4 moons

January: Quiet Moon  (Oberyn Martell x F!Reader) Oberyn travels to the North and meets a beguiling sorceress.

February: In the Belly a Hedge Witch and the Mercenary short for Imbolc (Pero x "mariposa" f!reader) Pero is tested as he tries to do the Imbolc ritual in his mariposa's stead.

March: In Which, Bean Are Not Beans, Eggs Are Every Place And I Have To Eat Them (That is doing my part, people!) As Told By Grogu Djarin A Grogu pov fic for Ostara/Eostre

April: Budding Moon, a Seven Tears Short (selkie!Ezra x f!Reader) Ezra tells his Pearl about his first love, a handsome sailor.

May: Yes, You May : a Beltane Story part one (Oberyn x f!Reader)

It's a maypole meet cute!

June: Litha a Javi and the Beeheeper one shot (Javi x gn!Reader) Javi helps his Bee Charmer make litha candles.

July: Buck Moon a Your Spot Companion (Frankie x "Rocket" gn!reader) it's the smut folks, under the moon, cowboy camping style. Don't look at me

August: Lughnasadh (pairing TBD)

September: Mabon (pairing TBD)

October: Samhain (pairing TBD)

November: Mourning Moon a Conversations with Dead People Companion (Frankie x f!reader w/ Holly)

December: Yule A Galaxy Far Far Away (Din x f!reader w/Grogu)

You are welcome to come into my DMs and asks with questions, thoughts and ideas.

[grogusmum]

At Sea (sneak peek)

A Seven Tears One-Shot

selkie! Ezra x F!Reader

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

SNEAK PEEK W/C : 300ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean

A/N: no bearing on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I also don't think there will be any in here that requires reading the series.

Seven Tears Masterlist

Gaelic Translation

mo stóirín little treasure

You had never made love in the ocean. It is exhilarating, both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him. The moon is full and rising, its glow sparkles over the sea. Ezra holds you firmly in place against its pull. One arm around your waist the other holding the back of your neck, a hand in your hair as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een) I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

He pulled away to look at you full in the face, hands running up your sides.

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you fear you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have been alarming to some but you knew. And you welcomed it.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the beach free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and turtleneck, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

to be continued...

Completed fic

[grogusmum]

At Sea

A Seven Tears One-Shot

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

W/C 1200ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean, rough sex, biting, feral Ezra, selkie Ezra, yes, he will always require his own warning. Set in Ireland, reader is undescribed physically.

As always see something say something. Message me in my DMs and I'll add it.

A/N: Set before Swept Away somewhere between part 2 and 4 no new revelations on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I'm still new to writing smut, not 100% sure how this came out. But I am yeeting it into the void and running!

(Happy birthday Adira! Have a smut💚)

4/8/23 did some editing, mostly some typos and grammar issues found.

A stóirín little treasure 

Is tú mo stóirín you are my little treasure

Grá Geal Mo Chroí shining or bright love of my heart

You have never made love in the ocean. The exhilaration, from both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him, is unlike anythingyou have ever felt. 

The full moon rises, its glow sparkling over the waves. Ezra holds you right where he wants you, firmly in place against the ocean's pull. One arm around your waist, the other hand holding the back of your neck, as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck, his warm breath fanning over it-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een),” he started, his voice low and rough, “I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

Ezra pulled away to look at you. His chin up, hooded eyes downward, watching you closely. His hands ran up and down your sides under your sweater. 

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you worry you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have alarmed someone who did not know him. But you did. You knew he would keep you safe and that he has been holding back. And you welcomed allowing him to let go.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the it free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and undershirt, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, making you feel not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

Ezra keeps his eyes on yours, watching for apprehension or pain. 

"I always feel safe with you Ezra, I trust you…"  Ezra presses his forehead to yours, then you let out a moan as he begins to move, he blows air through his nose, bristling his mustache with an animalistic grunt as he sets a frenetic pace, pistoning his hips into your center. Giving the seal the lead.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you hold on to the back of his neck, as he devours you chest, shoulder and neck.

"Sometimes…your pull on me is so strong. You are as the tide. Sometimes. I think I'm drowning in you," you confess, each sentence punctuated with his thrusts and your gasps.

Ezra takes you to shallower waters, the surf is mid-tide and falling. The moon is doing her magic he thinks, there is some danger he must be mindful of. Be careful of the riptide. He must keep his precious pearl safe. 

He brings you to the shoreline where the waves crash, he blocks most of its force from you, wide and solid digging his feet in the peebles and sand for purchase. 

“Mo stóirín, you smell…” Ezras noses your neck, chest, and lower when the water rolls back revealing more of you. "Ripe."

Your hands go into his wet curls, as he rubs his nose and cheek up your torso and brings your hardened nipple into his warm mouth. The cold of the ocean and the heat of his mouth, the heat he is building at your core is overwhelming and almost disorienting. His tongue plays with the sensitive bud and he gives an experimental nip. Your eyes roll as your back arches, pressing your breasts into him. 

The pebbles rolled soft and round by the churn of the ocean shift under you.

“Is tú mo stóirín (Iss too mu stor-een), grá geal mo chroí (Graw gee-yal mu kree)," Ezra croons his poetry while he still has you tight in his arms as he ruts into you. His nips become bites, though he lavs over them with his tongue. When you whine at the feeling, he snarls possessively.

Suddenly he flips you with almost alarming strength and ease onto your stomach, bringing your hips up and with the crash of a wave he sheaths himself into you once more. The squeal of his name sends him into a frenzy.

 Ezra pulls you upright again, your back pressing against his broad chest. One arm tight across your chest, and the other between your legs. He slaps the bundle of nerves there and you gasp his name in surprised pleasure, as you tighten around him. He continues his assault with deft fingers pressing quick circles as he coos-

“You can do better than that, my pearl. Cry my name for the heavens to hear.”

The waves crash, his hands move to your hips with an arduous grip, and he brings them to him hard and fast. Slamming you into his pelvis. He spills into you with a near roar, and with it what feels like a spring, coiled tight in your belly finally releases and lights start to pop in front of your eyes.

You cry out his name, blissed out.

“That's it moonbeam, so good for me” he croons in your ear, forehead on your shoulder while grinding slow and deep-

"If I am the ocean, you are the moon. I am ensnared by you, your loveliness, the heart that lives on your sleeve, your love of the sea. You may think it is the other way around but it is I, that is helpless, irreparably caught in your pull, long before a single tear fell. ” 

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“Oh I am not done with you yet, my pearl,” with supreme gentleness he turns you to face him again, setting you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips and you slip together once more. It is slow and languid. The water seems to have calmed some too, playing at your waist, with slow draws, matching the energy of your coupling. He is softening within you, but neither of you wish to separate.

Ezra suckles at you neck and nips your chin, the man is back in full reign, with his insistent but gentle touch-

“Moonbean, how do you fair?”

“I am wonderful, Ezra, exhausted… and probably terribly sore. But wonderful.”

“My shining pearl. A stór. That, I have always known.”

THANK YOU FOR READING! 💚

You can find more of my writing here MASTERLIST and if you would care to be tagged for this or any of my writing fill out my taglist form

[grogusmum]

I am reblogging my selkie ezra smut on this last day of the best sex sounds poll merely by coincidence... linking the poll for no reason whatsoever.

At Sea

A Seven Tears One-Shot

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

W/C 1200ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean, rough sex, biting, feral Ezra, selkie Ezra, yes, he will always require his own warning. Set in Ireland, reader is undescribed physically.

As always see something say something. Message me in my DMs and I'll add it.

A/N: Set before Swept Away somewhere between part 2 and 4 no new revelations on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I'm still new to writing smut, not 100% sure how this came out. But I am yeeting it into the void and running!

(Happy birthday Adira! Have a smut💚)

4/8/23 did some editing, mostly some typos and grammar issues found.

A stóirín little treasure 

Is tú mo stóirín you are my little treasure

Grá Geal Mo Chroí shining or bright love of my heart

You have never made love in the ocean. The exhilaration, from both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him, is unlike anythingyou have ever felt. 

The full moon rises, its glow sparkling over the waves. Ezra holds you right where he wants you, firmly in place against the ocean's pull. One arm around your waist, the other hand holding the back of your neck, as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck, his warm breath fanning over it-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een),” he started, his voice low and rough, “I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

Ezra pulled away to look at you. His chin up, hooded eyes downward, watching you closely. His hands ran up and down your sides under your sweater. 

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you worry you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have alarmed someone who did not know him. But you did. You knew he would keep you safe and that he has been holding back. And you welcomed allowing him to let go.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the it free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and undershirt, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, making you feel not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

Ezra keeps his eyes on yours, watching for apprehension or pain. 

"I always feel safe with you Ezra, I trust you…"  Ezra presses his forehead to yours, then you let out a moan as he begins to move, he blows air through his nose, bristling his mustache with an animalistic grunt as he sets a frenetic pace, pistoning his hips into your center. Giving the seal the lead.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you hold on to the back of his neck, as he devours you chest, shoulder and neck.

"Sometimes…your pull on me is so strong. You are as the tide. Sometimes. I think I'm drowning in you," you confess, each sentence punctuated with his thrusts and your gasps.

Ezra takes you to shallower waters, the surf is mid-tide and falling. The moon is doing her magic he thinks, there is some danger he must be mindful of. Be careful of the riptide. He must keep his precious pearl safe. 

He brings you to the shoreline where the waves crash, he blocks most of its force from you, wide and solid digging his feet in the peebles and sand for purchase. 

“Mo stóirín, you smell…” Ezras noses your neck, chest, and lower when the water rolls back revealing more of you. "Ripe."

Your hands go into his wet curls, as he rubs his nose and cheek up your torso and brings your hardened nipple into his warm mouth. The cold of the ocean and the heat of his mouth, the heat he is building at your core is overwhelming and almost disorienting. His tongue plays with the sensitive bud and he gives an experimental nip. Your eyes roll as your back arches, pressing your breasts into him. 

The pebbles rolled soft and round by the churn of the ocean shift under you.

“Is tú mo stóirín (Iss too mu stor-een), grá geal mo chroí (Graw gee-yal mu kree)," Ezra croons his poetry while he still has you tight in his arms as he ruts into you. His nips become bites, though he lavs over them with his tongue. When you whine at the feeling, he snarls possessively.

Suddenly he flips you with almost alarming strength and ease onto your stomach, bringing your hips up and with the crash of a wave he sheaths himself into you once more. The squeal of his name sends him into a frenzy.

 Ezra pulls you upright again, your back pressing against his broad chest. One arm tight across your chest, and the other between your legs. He slaps the bundle of nerves there and you gasp his name in surprised pleasure, as you tighten around him. He continues his assault with deft fingers pressing quick circles as he coos-

“You can do better than that, my pearl. Cry my name for the heavens to hear.”

The waves crash, his hands move to your hips with an arduous grip, and he brings them to him hard and fast. Slamming you into his pelvis. He spills into you with a near roar, and with it what feels like a spring, coiled tight in your belly finally releases and lights start to pop in front of your eyes.

You cry out his name, blissed out.

“That's it moonbeam, so good for me” he croons in your ear, forehead on your shoulder while grinding slow and deep-

"If I am the ocean, you are the moon. I am ensnared by you, your loveliness, the heart that lives on your sleeve, your love of the sea. You may think it is the other way around but it is I, that is helpless, irreparably caught in your pull, long before a single tear fell. ” 

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“Oh I am not done with you yet, my pearl,” with supreme gentleness he turns you to face him again, setting you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips and you slip together once more. It is slow and languid. The water seems to have calmed some too, playing at your waist, with slow draws, matching the energy of your coupling. He is softening within you, but neither of you wish to separate.

Ezra suckles at you neck and nips your chin, the man is back in full reign, with his insistent but gentle touch-

“Moonbean, how do you fair?”

“I am wonderful, Ezra, exhausted… and probably terribly sore. But wonderful.”

“My shining pearl. A stór. That, I have always known.”

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At Sea

A Seven Tears One-Shot

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

W/C 1200ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean, rough sex, biting, feral Ezra, selkie Ezra, yes, he will always require his own warning.

As always see something say something. Message me in my DMs and I'll add it.

A/N: no bearing on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I'm still new to writing smut, not 100% sure how this came out. But I am yeeting it into the void and running! (Happy birthday Adira! Have a smut💚)

A stóirín little treasure 

Is tú mo stóirín you are my little treasure

Grá Geal Mo Chroí shining or bright love of my heart

You had never made love in the ocean. It is exhilarating, both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him. 

The moon is full and rising, its glow sparkles over the sea. Ezra holds you right where he wants you, firmly in place against the ocean's pull. One arm around your waist, the other hand holding the back of your neck, as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck, his warm breath fanning over it-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een),” he started, his voice low and rough, “I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

Ezra pulled away to look at you. His chin up, hooded eyes downward, watching you closely. His hands ran up and down your sides under your sweater. 

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you worry you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have alarmed someone who did not know him. But you did. You knew he would keep you safe and that he has been holding back. And you welcomed allowing him to let go.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the it free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and undershirt, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, making you feel not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

Ezra keeps his eyes on yours, watching for apprehension or pain. 

"I always feel safe with you Ezra, I trust you…"  Ezra presses his forehead to yours, then you let out a moan as he begins to move, he blows air through his nose, bristling his mustache with an animalistic grunt as he sets a frenetic pace, pistoning his hips into your center. Giving the seal the lead.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you hold on to the back of his neck, as he devours you chest, shoulder and neck.

"Sometimes…your pull on me is so strong. You are as the tide. Sometimes. I think I'm drowning in you," you confess, each sentence punctuated with his thrusts and your gasps.

Ezra takes you to shallower waters, the surf is mid-tide and falling. The moon is doing her magic he thinks, there is some danger he must be mindful of. Be careful of the riptide. He must keep his precious pearl safe. 

He brings you to the shoreline where the waves crash, he blocks most of its force from you, wide and solid digging his feet in the peebles and sand for purchase. 

“Mo stóirín, you smell…” Ezras noses your neck, chest, and lower when the water rolls back revealing more of you. "Ripe."

Your hands go into his wet curls, as he rubs his nose and cheek up your torso and brings your hardened nipple into his warm mouth. The cold of the ocean and the heat of his mouth, the heat he is building at your core is overwhelming and almost disorienting. His tongue plays with the sensitive bud and he gives an experimental nip. Your eyes roll as your back arches, pressing your breasts into him. 

The pebbles rolled soft and round by the churn of the ocean shift under you.

“Is tú mo stóirín (Iss too mu stor-een), grá geal mo chroí (Graw gee-yal mu kree)," Ezra croons his poetry while he still has you tight in his arms as he ruts into you. His nips become bites, though he lavs over them with his tongue. When you whine at the feeling, he snarls possessively.

Suddenly he flips you with almost alarming strength and ease onto your stomach, bringing your hips up and with the crash of a wave he sheaths himself into you once more. The squeal of his name sends him into a frenzy.

 Ezra pulls you upright again, your back pressing against his broad chest. One arm tight across your chest, and the other between your legs. He slaps the bundle of nerves there and you gasp his name in surprised pleasure, as you tighten around him. He continues his assault with deft fingers pressing quick circles as he coos-

“You can do better than that, my pearl. Cry my name for the heavens to hear.”

The waves crash, his hands move to your hips with an arduous grip, and he brings them to him hard and fast. Slamming you into his pelvis. He spills into you with a near roar, and with it what feels like a spring, coiled tight in your belly finally releases and lights start to pop in front of your eyes.

You cry out his name, blissed out.

“That's it moonbeam, so good for me” he croons in your ear, forehead on your shoulder while grinding slow and deep-

"If I am the ocean, you are the moon. I am ensnared by you, your loveliness, the heart that lives on your sleeve, your love of the sea. You may think it is the other way around but it is I, that is helpless, irreparably caught in your pull, long before a single tear fell. ” 

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“Oh I am not done with you yet, my pearl,” with supreme gentleness he turns you to face him again, setting you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips and you slip together once more. It is slow and languid. The water seems to have calmed some too, playing at your waist, with slow draws, matching the energy of your coupling. He is softening within you, but neither of you wish to separate.

Ezra suckles at you neck and nips your chin, the man is back in full reign, with his insistent but gentle touch-

“Moonbean, how do you fair?”

“I am wonderful, Ezra, exhausted… and probably terribly sore. But wonderful.”

“My shining pearl. A stór. That, I have always known.”

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At Sea

A Seven Tears One-Shot

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

W/C 1200ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean, rough sex, biting, feral Ezra, selkie Ezra, yes, he will always require his own warning.

As always see something say something. Message me in my DMs and I'll add it.

A/N: no bearing on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I'm still new to writing smut, not 100% sure how this came out. But I am yeeting it into the void and run! (Happy birthday Adira! Have a smut💚)

A stóirín little treasure 

Is tú mo stóirín you are my little treasure

Grá Geal Mo Chroí shining or bright love of my heart

You had never made love in the ocean. It is exhilarating, both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him. 

The moon is full and rising, its glow sparkles over the sea. Ezra holds you right where he wants you, firmly in place against the ocean's pull. One arm around your waist the other holding the back of your neck, a hand in your hair as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck, his warm breath fanning over it-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een),” he started, his voice low and rough, “I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

Ezra pulled away to look at you. His chin up, hooded eyes downward, watching you closely. His hands running up and down your sides under your sweater. 

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Are you scared you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have alarmed someone who did not know him. But you did. You knew he would keep you safe and that he has been holding back. And you welcomed allowing him to let go.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the it free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and undershirt, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, making you feel not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

Ezra keeps his eyes on yours, watching for apprehension or pain perhaps. 

"I always feel safe with you ezra, I trust you…"  Ezra presses his forehead to yours, then you let out a moan as he begins to move, he blows air through his nose, bristling his mustache with an animalistic grunt as he sets a frenetic pace, pistoning his hips into your center. Giving the seal the lead.

Your legs wrap around his waist and hold on to the back of his neck, as he devours you chest, shoulder and neck.

" Sometimes…your pull on me is so strong. You are as the tide. Sometimes. I think I'm drowning in you," you confess, each sentence punctuated with his thrusts and your gasps.

Ezra takes you to shallower waters, the surf is mid-tide and going out. The moon is doing her magic he thinks, there is some danger he must be mindful of. Be careful of the riptide. He must keep his precious pearl safe. 

He brings you to the shoreline where the waves crash, he covers you wide and solid digging his feet in the peebles and sand for purchase. 

“Mo stóirín, you smell…” Ezras noses your neck, chest, and lower when the water rolls back revealing more of you. "Ripe."

Your hands go into his wet curls, as he rubs his nose and cheek up your torso and brings your hardened nipple into his warm mouth. The cold of the ocean and the heat of his mouth, the heat he is building at your core is overwhelming and almost disorienting. His tongue plays with the sensitive bud and he gives an experimental nip. Your eyes roll as your back arches, pressing your breasts into him. 

The pebbles rolled soft and round by the churn of the ocean shift under you.

“Is tú mo stóirín (Iss too mu stor-een), grá geal mo chroí (Graw gee-yal mu kree)," Ezra croons his poetry while he still has you tight in his arms as he ruts into you. His nips become bites, though he lavs over them with his tongue. When you whine at the feeling, he snarls possessively.

Suddenly he flips you with almost alarming strength and ease onto your stomach, bringing your hips up and with the crash of a wave he sheaths himself into you once more. The squeal of his name sends him into a frenzy.

 Ezra pulls you upright again, your back pressing against his broad chest. One arm tight across your chest, and the other between your legs. He slaps the bundle of nerves there and you gasp his name in surprised pleasure, as you tighten around him. He continues his assault with deft fingers pressing quick circles as he coos-

“You can do better than that, my pearl. Cry my name for the heavens to hear.”

The waves crash, his hands move to your hips with an arduous grip, and he brings them to him hard and fast. Slamming you into his pelvis. He spills into you with a near roar, and with it what feels like a spring, coiled tight in your belly finally releases and lights start to pop in front of your eyes.

You cry out his name, blissed out.

“That's it moonbeam, so good for me” he croons in your ear, forehead on your shoulder while grinding slow and deep-

"If I am the ocean, you are the moon. I am ensnared by you, your loveliness, your heart that lives on your sleeve, your love of the sea. You may think it is the other way around but it is I, that is helpless, irreparably caught in your pull, long before a single tear fell. ” 

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“Oh I am not done with you yet, my pearl,” with supreme gentleness he turns you to face him again, setting you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips and you slip together once more. It is slow and languid. The water seems to have calmed some too, playing at your waist, with slow draws, matching the energy of your coupling. He is softening within you, but neither of you wish to separate.

Ezra suckles at you neck and nips your chin, the man is back in full reign, with his insistent but gentle touch-

“Moonbean, how do you fair?”

“I am wonderful, Ezra, exhausted… and probably terribly sore. But wonderful.”

“My shining pearl. A stór. That, I have always known.”

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At Sea (sneak peek)

A Seven Tears One-Shot

selkie! Ezra x F!Reader

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean

A/N: no bearing on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything.

Gaelic Translation

mo stóirín little treasure

You had never made love in the ocean. It is exhilarating, both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him. The moon is full and rising, its glow sparkles over the sea. Ezra holds you firmly in place against its pull. One arm around your waist the other holding the back of your neck, a hand in your hair as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een) I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

He pulled away to look at you full in the face, hands running up your sides.

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you fear you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have been alarming to some but you knew. And you welcomed it.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the beach free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and turtleneck, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

to be continued...

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At Sea

A Seven Tears One-Shot

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

W/C 1200ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean, rough sex, biting, feral Ezra, selkie Ezra, yes, he will always require his own warning.

As always see something say something. Message me in my DMs and I'll add it.

A/N: no bearing on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I'm still new to writing smut, not 100% sure how this came out. But I am yeeting it into the void and running! (Happy birthday Adira! Have a smut💚)

A stóirín little treasure 

Is tú mo stóirín you are my little treasure

Grá Geal Mo Chroí shining or bright love of my heart

You had never made love in the ocean. It is exhilarating, both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him. 

The moon is full and rising, its glow sparkles over the sea. Ezra holds you right where he wants you, firmly in place against the ocean's pull. One arm around your waist, the other hand holding the back of your neck, as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck, his warm breath fanning over it-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een),” he started, his voice low and rough, “I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

Ezra pulled away to look at you. His chin up, hooded eyes downward, watching you closely. His hands ran up and down your sides under your sweater. 

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you worry you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have alarmed someone who did not know him. But you did. You knew he would keep you safe and that he has been holding back. And you welcomed allowing him to let go.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the it free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and undershirt, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, making you feel not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

Ezra keeps his eyes on yours, watching for apprehension or pain. 

"I always feel safe with you Ezra, I trust you…"  Ezra presses his forehead to yours, then you let out a moan as he begins to move, he blows air through his nose, bristling his mustache with an animalistic grunt as he sets a frenetic pace, pistoning his hips into your center. Giving the seal the lead.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you hold on to the back of his neck, as he devours you chest, shoulder and neck.

"Sometimes…your pull on me is so strong. You are as the tide. Sometimes. I think I'm drowning in you," you confess, each sentence punctuated with his thrusts and your gasps.

Ezra takes you to shallower waters, the surf is mid-tide and falling. The moon is doing her magic he thinks, there is some danger he must be mindful of. Be careful of the riptide. He must keep his precious pearl safe. 

He brings you to the shoreline where the waves crash, he blocks most of its force from you, wide and solid digging his feet in the peebles and sand for purchase. 

“Mo stóirín, you smell…” Ezras noses your neck, chest, and lower when the water rolls back revealing more of you. "Ripe."

Your hands go into his wet curls, as he rubs his nose and cheek up your torso and brings your hardened nipple into his warm mouth. The cold of the ocean and the heat of his mouth, the heat he is building at your core is overwhelming and almost disorienting. His tongue plays with the sensitive bud and he gives an experimental nip. Your eyes roll as your back arches, pressing your breasts into him. 

The pebbles rolled soft and round by the churn of the ocean shift under you.

“Is tú mo stóirín (Iss too mu stor-een), grá geal mo chroí (Graw gee-yal mu kree)," Ezra croons his poetry while he still has you tight in his arms as he ruts into you. His nips become bites, though he lavs over them with his tongue. When you whine at the feeling, he snarls possessively.

Suddenly he flips you with almost alarming strength and ease onto your stomach, bringing your hips up and with the crash of a wave he sheaths himself into you once more. The squeal of his name sends him into a frenzy.

 Ezra pulls you upright again, your back pressing against his broad chest. One arm tight across your chest, and the other between your legs. He slaps the bundle of nerves there and you gasp his name in surprised pleasure, as you tighten around him. He continues his assault with deft fingers pressing quick circles as he coos-

“You can do better than that, my pearl. Cry my name for the heavens to hear.”

The waves crash, his hands move to your hips with an arduous grip, and he brings them to him hard and fast. Slamming you into his pelvis. He spills into you with a near roar, and with it what feels like a spring, coiled tight in your belly finally releases and lights start to pop in front of your eyes.

You cry out his name, blissed out.

“That's it moonbeam, so good for me” he croons in your ear, forehead on your shoulder while grinding slow and deep-

"If I am the ocean, you are the moon. I am ensnared by you, your loveliness, the heart that lives on your sleeve, your love of the sea. You may think it is the other way around but it is I, that is helpless, irreparably caught in your pull, long before a single tear fell. ” 

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“Oh I am not done with you yet, my pearl,” with supreme gentleness he turns you to face him again, setting you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips and you slip together once more. It is slow and languid. The water seems to have calmed some too, playing at your waist, with slow draws, matching the energy of your coupling. He is softening within you, but neither of you wish to separate.

Ezra suckles at you neck and nips your chin, the man is back in full reign, with his insistent but gentle touch-

“Moonbean, how do you fair?”

“I am wonderful, Ezra, exhausted… and probably terribly sore. But wonderful.”

“My shining pearl. A stór. That, I have always known.”

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First let me tell you, I read your blogs pinned post and I want to say thank you, I don't write much smut. But a side blog set up just to reblog smutty fics, and encouraging reblogging fic?!?! You are a gem!!

Second, thank you for reading this one. 💚

At Sea

A Seven Tears One-Shot

SELKIE!EZRA X F!READER

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

W/C 1200ish

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean, rough sex, biting, feral Ezra, selkie Ezra, yes, he will always require his own warning.

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A/N: no bearing on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything. I'm still new to writing smut, not 100% sure how this came out. But I am yeeting it into the void and running! (Happy birthday Adira! Have a smut💚)

A stóirín little treasure 

Is tú mo stóirín you are my little treasure

Grá Geal Mo Chroí shining or bright love of my heart

You had never made love in the ocean. It is exhilarating, both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him. 

The moon is full and rising, its glow sparkles over the sea. Ezra holds you right where he wants you, firmly in place against the ocean's pull. One arm around your waist, the other hand holding the back of your neck, as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck, his warm breath fanning over it-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een),” he started, his voice low and rough, “I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

Ezra pulled away to look at you. His chin up, hooded eyes downward, watching you closely. His hands ran up and down your sides under your sweater. 

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you worry you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have alarmed someone who did not know him. But you did. You knew he would keep you safe and that he has been holding back. And you welcomed allowing him to let go.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the it free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and undershirt, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, making you feel not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

Ezra keeps his eyes on yours, watching for apprehension or pain. 

"I always feel safe with you Ezra, I trust you…"  Ezra presses his forehead to yours, then you let out a moan as he begins to move, he blows air through his nose, bristling his mustache with an animalistic grunt as he sets a frenetic pace, pistoning his hips into your center. Giving the seal the lead.

Your legs wrap around his waist and you hold on to the back of his neck, as he devours you chest, shoulder and neck.

"Sometimes…your pull on me is so strong. You are as the tide. Sometimes. I think I'm drowning in you," you confess, each sentence punctuated with his thrusts and your gasps.

Ezra takes you to shallower waters, the surf is mid-tide and falling. The moon is doing her magic he thinks, there is some danger he must be mindful of. Be careful of the riptide. He must keep his precious pearl safe. 

He brings you to the shoreline where the waves crash, he blocks most of its force from you, wide and solid digging his feet in the peebles and sand for purchase. 

“Mo stóirín, you smell…” Ezras noses your neck, chest, and lower when the water rolls back revealing more of you. "Ripe."

Your hands go into his wet curls, as he rubs his nose and cheek up your torso and brings your hardened nipple into his warm mouth. The cold of the ocean and the heat of his mouth, the heat he is building at your core is overwhelming and almost disorienting. His tongue plays with the sensitive bud and he gives an experimental nip. Your eyes roll as your back arches, pressing your breasts into him. 

The pebbles rolled soft and round by the churn of the ocean shift under you.

“Is tú mo stóirín (Iss too mu stor-een), grá geal mo chroí (Graw gee-yal mu kree)," Ezra croons his poetry while he still has you tight in his arms as he ruts into you. His nips become bites, though he lavs over them with his tongue. When you whine at the feeling, he snarls possessively.

Suddenly he flips you with almost alarming strength and ease onto your stomach, bringing your hips up and with the crash of a wave he sheaths himself into you once more. The squeal of his name sends him into a frenzy.

 Ezra pulls you upright again, your back pressing against his broad chest. One arm tight across your chest, and the other between your legs. He slaps the bundle of nerves there and you gasp his name in surprised pleasure, as you tighten around him. He continues his assault with deft fingers pressing quick circles as he coos-

“You can do better than that, my pearl. Cry my name for the heavens to hear.”

The waves crash, his hands move to your hips with an arduous grip, and he brings them to him hard and fast. Slamming you into his pelvis. He spills into you with a near roar, and with it what feels like a spring, coiled tight in your belly finally releases and lights start to pop in front of your eyes.

You cry out his name, blissed out.

“That's it moonbeam, so good for me” he croons in your ear, forehead on your shoulder while grinding slow and deep-

"If I am the ocean, you are the moon. I am ensnared by you, your loveliness, the heart that lives on your sleeve, your love of the sea. You may think it is the other way around but it is I, that is helpless, irreparably caught in your pull, long before a single tear fell. ” 

He slowly pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“Oh I am not done with you yet, my pearl,” with supreme gentleness he turns you to face him again, setting you on his lap, your thighs caging his hips and you slip together once more. It is slow and languid. The water seems to have calmed some too, playing at your waist, with slow draws, matching the energy of your coupling. He is softening within you, but neither of you wish to separate.

Ezra suckles at you neck and nips your chin, the man is back in full reign, with his insistent but gentle touch-

“Moonbean, how do you fair?”

“I am wonderful, Ezra, exhausted… and probably terribly sore. But wonderful.”

“My shining pearl. A stór. That, I have always known.”

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At Sea (sneak peek)

A Seven Tears One-Shot

selkie! Ezra x F!Reader

RATED: EXPLICIT 18+

WARNING: PiV sex in the ocean

A/N: no bearing on the plot of the main story, so if smut is not your thing, you will not be missing anything.

Gaelic Translation

mo stóirín little treasure

You had never made love in the ocean. It is exhilarating, both the water and the side of Ezra it seems to bring out of him. The moon is full and rising, its glow sparkles over the sea. Ezra holds you firmly in place against its pull. One arm around your waist the other holding the back of your neck, a hand in your hair as he presses his length into your core. Your eyes locked…

He had warned you, as you walked the stretch of shoreline together hand in hand that night, pebbles crunching underfoot. You told him your fantasy, but the Irish Sea, even in summer, is pretty chilly. Your two previous partners were not very keen. Ezra pulled you to him, settling into his favorite place, the juncture of your neck-

"Mo stóirín (mu store -een) I will happily make this fantasy real for you but I must warn you. Even out of my pelt, you and I in coital bliss at sea…"

He pulled away to look at you full in the face, hands running up your sides.

"I dare say it will bring out a carnality in me that I am hesitant about putting on display."

"Do you fear you would hurt me?"

Ezra leveled his eyes with yours-

"I will never cause you harm, moonbeam"

"Then I think I can handle seeing a little of the seal, my love," you smirked.

The greedy desire that spread across Ezra's face might have been alarming to some but you knew. And you welcomed it.

You looked up and down the strand, Ezra was reminded of seeing you swim so long ago. Finding the beach free of anyone you pulled off your sweater then your dress. Ezra pulled off his own sweater and turtleneck, then while unbuckling his pants, you began to assist him.  You heard a hum like a growl as you free him of the last of his clothes. 

You gave a yelp as he hauled you into the surf. Once deep enough to swim, he circled you, not unlike prey, and you got the distinct feeling that he plays with his food.

to be continued...