#ezra prospect x ofc

[nerdieforpedro]

Part Four of “The Lake Between Us”

What you look like during the day

Ezra AU x plus size OFC (Moonbeam)

This fic/blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.2k

Summary: Our nurse and reformed scoundrel meet in person. Are things the same as when they watch each other at night? Could it be better or worse?

Warnings: Ezra is his own warning, verbal sparring (someone did lose), HANDS (a Pedro character special)

Notes: Did I wait (stall more like it) in finally giving Ezra more than a line or two of speech? Yeah I did. I wanted to make sure it sounded like him to me and hopefully to you all as well. They've finally met after three parts. 😆 To be fair, I did say slow burn. 🔥 Simmering like some gumbo maybe? (Nerdie with the bad joke and we are complete. 😎)

Main Masterlist / Ezra Masterlist / The Lake Between Us Series / A03 link

Now a month and a half out from their initial meeting, they’ve had yet to speak face to face. Ezra has just finished giving another tour of the bayou. Regalling tourists with the history of it along with New Orleans with his expressive flair. He’s in the process of meeting up with the manager to get his check for the week. Today is friday so he’s going to go to the bank after this per his normal routine.

He recalls that black poofy tresses that he often saw from beneath the purple bonnet at night. They were tied up in a high ponytail. The same legs that rocked in the chair at night were across from him speaking to some basic looking man and a smile upon her face along with a child. Was she married? Was the child hers? For her to be out every night their relationship or marriage couldn’t be a happy one right? But she walks away with the child and speaks to a woman who takes the child as they begin to walk away. Maybe the woman is her girlfriend? The soft pink of her dress covered what was normally visible to Ezra at night. He was able to see that her skin was indeed the sensual caramel he thought it had been and the scoop neck of casual wear exposed the very tops of her breasts. The full lips were a brownish pink on closer inspection and her glasses were blue not black, an easy mistake to make in the dark. The most startling to him was her eyes. A sweet shade of honey hugged her pupils which formed her irises. He sees her waving at the woman and the child as they leave, so maybe they’re not together? Enough of this, he needed more facts and less speculation.

The business with the manager is quickly concluded and he jogs over to her, unable to move too fast in his hip waters. He’s wearing black suspenders and a white t-shirt that’s become semi-transparent from the heat. His chest is visible as you hear a voice say, “Greetings from across the lake, the daylight suits you as well. My name’s Ezra.” That’s how you knew who he was once you turned. The patch was indeed blonde and his beard patchy but it suited him. A roguish smile appeared on his face as he spoke and his hands were on his hips. His skin was indeed a smooth copper, partly from the sun and from his own tone. The chest that you’d seen at night was even more impressive during the day with biceps to match, flexed as he stood. Your feet carried you until you were a foot away from him. The tall waters looked to be slightly big on him, but his long legs still had his hips above the tops of them and he had a soft middle. The only part of the man that could be called cute besides his nose, large but the shape was pleasing to your eyes.

“Good afternoon neighbor. It’s good to finally see you up close. The sun has been kind to you too.” You half-joked. The freckles were something you hadn’t seen and you wondered how it would feel to trace your fingers over them and if they formed their own constellation. You told him your name and he repeated it twice to make sure he had it correctly, when you nodded, he extended his hand presumably for a handshake. Ezra’s hands hadn’t looked that large from your spot on your porch but up close, they eclipse yours as you shake his hand, making sure you’re giving him a strong grip but not your hardest. There was a smirk that formed on Ezra’s face as he let go of your hand, his calloused fingertips touching your palm. You gasped from the tickle and his smirk grew, your eyes lingered on his hands for a moment curious what was so funny, though you knew. He was gauging your reactions. Squinting your eyes, you gave him a slight frown, “something funny Ezra? I have been told I’m funny but I don’t believe I’ve done anything comical yet.”

The confidant look on his face remained, “We just met and I’m already being accused of something? Not unusual, but still a bit hurtful my dear.” He placed most of his weight on his right leg and ruined his left foot and knee outward, despite the hip waters, it was still quite a sight and exposed what they had been covering up. Your eyes flipped down and the back up to his face where his smirk had widened. This man…you cleared your throat and exhaled. “I think we can come to some accommodation that would mend my bruised ego.” Your arms crossed in front of you, shaking your head and on the verge of a laugh so you bite your lips though the side of your mouth still curve upward.

When you feel like you’re not going to chuckle, “What pray tell would you have me say or do to mend this fragile ego of yours Ezra? Mind you we just met in person less than five minutes ago.” You added with Ezra now being the one to try and not laugh. It was an entertaining game to see who would break first, you’re trying to keep up with him, but you’re not quite sure you can.

Putting his hands up as if he’s gotten caught, lowering his head and making his chocolate brown eyes sullen with a frown to complete the look. “Now I would never be so discourteous as to ask a luminous lady such as yourself to do anything untoward.” Your mouth is covered by your fist to hold it in. He’s purposely laying on the ham extra thick. “I think we should just start with sharing a drink on the same porch. Being a gentleman, I will come to you and may bring you dinner if you’d like an adventure of a culinary nature.” His request was along the lines of what you were going to ask anyway so you nodded and moved your hand away from your mouth to tell him yes, resting your chin on the back of your hand. Upon hearing your answer, he runs his hand along your arm that your jaw sits upon. The calloused pads of his fingers have your skin jolting with electricity, a breathy sigh escapes your lips as you watch him speak.

“My dear Seraphina, I am anticipating that my ego shall be fully repaired after our evening encounter. Lady’s choice of course.”

Ezra’s gaze is as heavy as his words. His meaning is not hidden from her and he’s left if it happens or not up to her. The time has been agreed to as well as the menu and location. It appears things are changing tonight, what will Seraphina’s choice be? She’s not one to shy away from an adventure or a challenge, not at this stage in her life. Both her arms drop and her hands land on her hips, and a smirk plays on her lips. Ezra’s fingers didn’t leave Sera’s arm, still strumming the pads of them along her forearm. “I’ll take you up on both your company and dinner. I’ll provide the drinks. I have rum and tequila, so I can stop by the store on the way home if you prefer something else. How’s seven sound to you?”

Part Three Part Five

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[lincolndjarin]

The Thing That Gives

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day thirteen - afab!reader x ezra

prompt : tentacles [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 2.4k

summary : you find yourself in the slimy grip of the unknown.

warnings, etc. : dubcon/noncon (these tags apply to ezra, i wrote a reader who is like really into tentacles), dead dove do not eat, smut, tentacles, reference to pornography (reader reads hentai lmao), sort of tentacle horror i guess lol, reader is into the tenacles of it all like i'm gonna be so honest she's like hell yes about tentacles she's a real weirdo in this (she just like me fr), t in v?? (tencacles in vag??), tentacles in every hole, anal, oral in the tentacle receiving sense, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, ambiguous ending

a/n : i'm so so glad someone requested him with this prompt bc it's so ezra like let's be real. originally i wanted to write something where he's a tentaclly monster and lowkey if people like this i might do that in the future lol. anyhow this is def the craziest thing i've ever written but it was so so much fun, happy friday the 13th!!

“Pretty little thing like you? Shouldn’ta been on the Green in the first place.” 

That’s what that son of a bitch had said when he’d locked you in that abandoned ship ages ago, those words have been replaying in your mind ever since. You’d been skeptical to trust him in the first place, he spoke in strange, strung out sentences and he had a smile that immediately made you suspicious but he’d just been too damn charming. 

It didn’t help that you’d just lost your partner. 

She had been your protector and navigator, as a third generation prospector you were equipped to do one thing, harvest. She had done everything else for you but after an unfortunate incident where her suit had gotten caught on some rubble you were left alone with the entire harvest and no one to watch over you. 

Maybe that’s why you’d been so naive to his allure, and his promises to keep you safe on your journey back to your ship. 

Stupid. 

You practically handed your ship to him on a silver platter. 

“This looks familiar, I think we’re nearby.” 

You had signed your own death certificate with that. 

He’d wrestled you into an abandoned ship minutes later, firmly sealing it shut and taking you entire harvest. He doesn’t even give you enough time to feel angry with those parting words, you just feel dumb. 

It took you days to get out of there. 

You’re lucky you stay stocked up on rations in case of emergencies but you don’t get to feel good about that fact. You’re too busy mourning the loss of your harvest. 

When you finally manage to pry the metal doors open you immediately go off in search of your ship. You’re certain it’s a lost cause. Ezra probably took off ages ago but what else are you supposed to do? So you keep on marching through the Green.

It only takes a few moments more before you’re shocked to see the outline of your ship in the distance. 

Had he somehow missed it? 

Sure he was a scumbag but he was a smart scumbag, he should have found this with ease. It’s an easy hike, down a steep hill and back up another, that’s the quickest, most straightforward way there. 

But of course you fuck even this up, because that’s just your luck these days. 

You stumble over a tree route, tumbling down the hill before your helmet collides with a stone at the bottom, your nose slams against the glass with a sickening crunch and just like that, you’re out cold. 

When you finally come to your senses you’re shocked to find yourself face to face with the man who betrayed you in the first place. You’re used to hearing his sickly sweet, over complicated sentences, you’re convinced he enjoys the sound of his own voice more than anything else on this godforsaken planet. But for the first time since you met him, he’s speechless. 

It doesn’t take much to figure out why, as you blink a few times, clearing up your vision. You rake your eyes across his form, he’s held in place by several slick and constantly moving tentacles, his space suit is in tatters, his helmet thrown to the ground along with your own and you briefly wonder how he’s even breathing, but based on the way his chest rises and falls he’s perfectly fine.

“B-birdie?” He rasps out. Your first instinct is to slap him but you realize quickly that you’re in a similar predicament, your suit discarded on the ground with your limbs being restricted by the throbbing appendages. 

Well this probably isn’t good. 

There’s a lot going on in your head right now. 

You sort of wonder if you died during your fall and this is some sort of afterlife. You’d heard reference to the eternity after this life, people often talked about it but you never really believed it until now. But now you think of the magazines back on your ship and wonder if this is your afterlife, is there some higher power out there who knows you spend your free time looking at dirty magazines featuring people in the exact predicament you found yourself in now? 

That doesn’t exactly make sense though. 

If this was your perfect afterlife it would just be you and the tentacles, why is Ezra here? 

You don’t get much time to question anything going on because the tentacles start pulsing, almost violently, squeezing your limbs tightly before starting to frantically surround you and your ex-partner. 

“No- please, Kevva above.” You watch curiously as a tendril wraps around his throat, he’s a few feet from you, directly across from where you’re propped up. 

You can practically feel the fear coming off of him. You swear he’s about to cry as the tentacles remove his remaining undergarments. 

“Not again, please, please-” His prayers are cut off when one of the pulsing limbs pushes past his swollen lips. You almost feel jealous, is this your afterlife? To watch Ezra living your dream and not appreciating it? You want to feel its sweet caress, sliding into your mouth, slipping under your clothes and holding you with its entire being. You frown, practically green with envy. 

He isn’t even appreciating it. He thrashes and whines through the slimy flesh between his teeth. You don’t have to be bitter for long, the tendrils surrounding you are gentler than his, almost sweet with how they move across your goosebump riddled skin. There’s so many colors, swirling purples and greens and grays until one finally presents itself in front of your face, as if it was looking at you. 

You don’t know what compels you to do it but you open your mouth, letting whatever it is slide across your tongue. Tiny suction cups prodding at your taste buds as it slips further into you. 

You should be choking, or at the very least gagging as it bumps against the back of your throat, but you don’t. Ezra certainly doesn’t seem to have the same luxury, his chest heaves and his eyes water as the tendril in his mouth pushes itself in further. You experimentally let your tongue swirl around the appendage, sucking slightly and you’re rewarded with a sweet taste that hadn’t been there until now, closing your eyes you suck it in deeper, letting it slide further down your throat. 

It’s giving you air. 

That’s how the two of you are still alive, whatever this thing is provides you with it. And you desperately want more. You want to be one of the girls in those comics, you want to be ripped straight out of the magazines you love so much. 

So you moan.

Almost as if to show it how good it makes you feel. How thankful you are. 

And deep within the depths of your subconscious you know how happy that makes it. How long it’s waited to have its affections reciprocated, and in return it is gentle. It doesn’t tear your clothes the way it did Ezra’s, it doesn’t even fully remove them, the tentacles slow from their frenzy as they lift your shirt above the swell of your chest and tug the waistband of your shorts down to your knees. You don’t even get a chance to feel self conscious because at the same time Ezra spits out the tentacle in his mouth, groaning as the remaining scraps of his clothing is fully destroyed, and boy is he a sight. 

How long has he been here? The entire time you were stuck? It looks to be that way, his cock red and aching as the tendrils slide across the already leaking tip. He’s a mess. More so than he usually is. It looks almost painful. How many times has he come? 

You're snapped out of your thoughts when your own tentacles mirror the movements of his. The one in your mouth slowly retreats but you whine, running your tongue against it and it stills, no longer filling your throat but still letting you leisurely suck it. 

Ezra once again opens his mouth to speak but instead of it filling him once more it just slides across the bottom of his face, still rather effectively silencing him. You can feel one of the thicker tentacles spreading your legs, it isn’t much of a strain, the others help keep you balanced. You can’t look down but you’re certain if you did you’d see yourself dripping for this unknown being. You don’t have to wait. It simply slips past your folds and finds its home against your cervix. You almost sound like Ezra now as you scream, except yours is more of a squeal, overjoyed and blissed out as it pulses within you, never actually moving in and out, just expanding and shrinking inside of your weeping cunt. You’re having a bit of trouble focusing in your haze of pleasure but you realize that it moves as one. With every pulse inside of you it matches the pattern when it slides up and down his shaft. 

It’s like he’s fucking you without touching you, sort of.

Although this is better than sex. 

At least for you, Ezra continues to look at you frantically, tears spill from his eyes now and you can tell by how his muscles tense and his balls tighten that he’s coming yet there’s no physical release, it’s like he’s already spent. He doesn’t even have a chance to go soft, the tentacles continue without missing a beat and he’s still hard in their grip. You don’t feel all that bad for him, not after what he did to you, and it’s hard to feel bad about anything when the tendrils wrap themselves around your breasts, circling them until they jut out, a pair of suction cups attaching themselves to the peaks of your nipples, the same happening to Ezra as you both begin writhing. 

Are you even going to be able to go back to normal sex after this? Your first orgasm tears through you violently. Your entire body trembles and you fight the urge to bite down as you scream.    

You can’t possibly ever feel this good again, it’s just too perfect. You assume it can’t get better yet somehow it does, a thing tendril wrapping around your leg before a smaller suction cup latches onto your clit, at that point you’re a goner. Your body evaporates into muffle moans and squeals. It barely even registers when another thick tendril slips between the swell of your ass, pushing into your other hole, taking you completely in its slippery hold. 

Now it’s perfect. 

You watch with wide eyes as a matching tentacle slides up Ezra's leg. 

You’re one in the same, if there was another here with you would they receive identical treatment? You have so many questions that you’ll know you’ll never get answers to, the idea makes you a little sad but almost as if it knows you’re mood has shifted it pushes up deeper into you and you unravel all over again, shrieking as you come, your slick mixing with whatever already coated the tentacles. 

You must be the spitting image of your favorite illustration in the magazines, the page that you can flip to purely based on muscle memory. A woman, vaguely resembling you, stretched out with a tentacle in every hole, you probably look as happy as she does as well, drool leaking from the raised corners of your mouth. 

You want another orgasm, one more would be nice. You aren’t sure how many times Ezra’s come at this point, you do suppose that if it kept at this all day long you might eventually snap, after a certain number of orgasms it would probably get painful. 

In all honesty you aren’t sure you care though, it’s kind to you, whatever it is, a part of you thinks it wouldn’t let you hurt. The moment the thought crosses your mind you come one last time, this one catches you a bit of guard, following the last in quick succession. Maybe you could live like this, here with whatever this creature is, watching Ezra would eventually get sad but you would adapt, this thing, whatever it is, is gentle, and it loves. 

You make a conscious choice to give yourself up to it completely.

You could live here and be happy with this creature. 

And in an instant you’re released, the tendrils slide out of you, setting you down. 

All you had to do was give in to it and it let you go. 

You gasp for air as it drops you to the ground, fumbling for your helmet, taking in several gulps of filtered air as you retch. You’re eternally grateful to the fact that your helmet didn’t crack during your fall. It takes several minutes to find your bearings but eventually you manage to resituate your suit and fix your clothes before you stand face to face with him. Despite watching what you did to escape it doesn’t seem to register with him as he continues to thrash and fight, he must be exhausted at this point. 

Stubborn bastard isn’t ever gonna relax.

Poor thing, you almost feel bad for him. 

Almost. 

You tilt your head as you stare at him, the tendrils still stroking his red straining cock while he gives you a pleading look. But you only have eyes for the case at his feet once you remember its presence. You reach down, taking it in your hands and clicking the locks to see if it’s all still there and much to your delight everything is accounted for, you swiftly shut it and look up at him once more. The tendril slides away from his mouth, it’s giving the two of you a chance to speak.

“Plea-“ His words are cut short as you watch a tentacle tweak his nipple, you reach out a gloved hand to run a thumb over his puffy chest.

“Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have been on the Green in the first place.” You grin at him before crawling out of the ravine, the sounds of his strangled moans follow you until you close the doors of your ship behind you.

Maybe you’ll come back for him. At the very least you’ll come back for the experience of being held by such a creature as the tentacles beneath the earth.

It doesn’t matter all that much. 

Either way you won’t be back until you’re sure he’s learned his lesson.

a/n : ooooo hope everyones having a frightening friday the thirteenth and i also hope everyone enjoyed this lol

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[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite EZRA Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

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[imtryingmybeskar]

Starman Chapter Seventeen.

This is it my loves. The end has arrived. Thank you all for reading and being on this journey with me. If anyone would ever like to drop into my asks with any further things they want me to write, please, please do. I love this little world.

Warnings for smut, consensual somnophilia, blowjobs, fingering, rough sex, spanking, anal play, mentions of war and violence, mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy.

Word count: 7.2k

Starman

Chapter Seventeen

Starman

Warm sunshine soaked into his very soul as Ezra turned his face upward, seeking the rays like a sunflower. He hummed pleasurably at the sensations of his body - the faint beading of sweat beginning to prick at his hairline, the warm, comforting echo of the womb behind his closed eyes, the heated, coarse, dry grains of sand against his palm as he stretched out and leant back on to it, the tang of salted air and vibrant life, the swish and swirl of the ocean as it came forth and receded. Again, again, again. His heart and his mind were at peace - he couldn't remember such tranquility within him before. He loved and was loved - dearly, closely, eternally.

As if she had heard his thoughts he felt her close - hair tickling his shoulder as she nestled against it, soft lips brushing the scruff at his jaw, a hand trailing down - past his chest, past his stomach, past decency of any kind. He gave a breathy little chuckle of amused anticipation.

"My love, what are you doing?"

"What I love to do," came her voice next to him.

"There are other people here," he reminded her.

"Are there?" she replied cheekily, and without further preamble he felt the wet heat of her tongue running twisting patterns down his torso, kisses interspersed with reckless abandon among the delicate dance. His breath felt forced from his lungs at her touch and he momentarily forgot he had only one arm, attempting to reach for her before he realised he could not without collapsing to the sand.

"You...you..." he breathed.

"Do you want me to stop?" came the soft enquiry. No. Never. He could never get enough of what she was willing to share with him. And they shared everything. He tried to answer, he really did. But now she was sucking soft marks at his hip and all he could manage was a needy whine. Her teeth were gentle upon his skin, but held a promise of more if he wanted. He did. He wanted her in every way - hard and soft and slow and frantic and- "Relax, Ezra," came her soothing tones. "I've got you, honey."

Honey. Her mouth was honey. Intense and sweet and slowly, oh so slowly-

He let out a moan, a hoarse, ragged thing full of desire and submission to her as she took him into her. Kevva, they were outside. Where anyone could walk by...His cock twitched and he truly didn't know if it was the proposition of being caught, or the delicious drag of her tongue. She hummed in appreciation right back at him, and he swore the vibrations reached all the way through to his spine. Soft, wet heat enveloped him, and he gave a stunted little thrust upward, chasing more sensation, more of her. Her hand squeezed his thigh and her nails raked him a little harder than necessary, making his leg quiver and his cock harden all the more. She pulled off him with a popping sound, planting a sloppy kiss on his tip.

"Greedy," she admonished, nothing but low burning want detectable in her tone.

"Yes," he hissed. "For you. All of you. Vive, my lo-ohhhhh." His words trailed away to another moan as she resumed her attentions, and his eyes snapped open, wanting to witness the beauty of her love. The blue sky he was met with was not the one he had been expecting - a tiny contained square of it within the ceiling, instead of the vast expanse outside. He had been dreaming, he realised. Dreaming of the beach and she had broken into his dreams with something far more wonderful, something-

A deep, rumbling groan was torn from his chest as she slid her mouth over him, covering him near-completely as she nuzzled her nose into the coarse hair at the base of his cock. His vision was slightly blurred through sleep, the rainbow rippling upon his arm catching his attention before he blinked rapidly and looked down to see her bobbing gently upon him, a delicate dance of wanting to take him all, but not trigger her gag reflex. He wanted to move so badly, wanted to chase down the sensations she was so expertly teasing. Slowly, firmly, she pulled back, her tongue trailing along his underside. When she was halfway her eyes flicked up and met his, her gaze bright and mischievous and loving and Kevva above he suddenly realised how close he was. She knew too - an impish smile gracing her beautiful lips before they wrapped around him again, one hand now pumping where her mouth had been, the other raking another path down his thigh. The sting added to his pleasure, hurtling it ever closer to completion. She always knew what he needed - whether it be softness or dominance or toys or teasing. They were in tune so often. And when they weren't, it was easily solved. Almost nothing turned him on more than for her to come to him, sit on his lap, whisper what it was she wanted most.

Right now he was still half asleep, his mind and body fuzzy with dreams and warmth. The heat that was slowly creeping through his veins now was of a different sort, replacing what had gone before with wakefulness and desire. Her nails served to bring that heat into focus more sharply - added a tinge of mild pain to proceedings and made his mind that much more alert so that when she ran a single finger downward, he didn't even need her to breach him fully before he was coming, head pressed back into the pillow and gasping for air as she swallowed all he had to give with a sighing purr of contentment. His hand skated over the sheets underneath him to come and cradle her jaw, his thumb running over her cheek as he looked lovingly down at her and she kissed over his cock again before nuzzling into his touch.

"Good morning," she smiled as she snaked up his body, coming to rest against his bicep and tracing over his nose with a delicate finger. He stretched his neck and kissed her palm, drawing her closer against his body with his arm, his hand stroking the soft skin at her hip and waist and belly.

"Good morning, you most divine of beings," he murmured in reply. "And what benevolence did I enact to be deserving of such a gorgeous wake up call?"

She grinned and half buried it against his chest, snuggling closer to him by placing her thigh over his and taking care not to trap his still erect cock under it. "Who says it was anything you did? Maybe I just want something in return," she teased.

He echoed her grin and placed a kiss to her forehead, his eyes darkening with desire as she batted her lashes coquettishly. "I know that look," he ventured before dropping his voice lower and whispering to her, his hand now wandering upward to cup her breast. "That look means you want me to lose myself. To take you like it was our last night under this sky together. I believe the word you used was...feral." On that last word he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, perhaps more roughly than he would have ordinarily. The effect was true - her hips canted forward, seeking friction that was not yet there, and her hand came to press firmly against his chest as her lips crashed into his. He demanded she open herself and she did so willingly, the taste of him on her tongue awaking a raging fire in his veins.

Without another word he sat up, moved so he was kneeling. She leant back on her elbows to observe him, and the hunger in her eyes as her gaze raked his body was a balm to his soul - another piece of happiness and love that she bestowed and that added to the restoration of his confidence of self day by day. She gave a devilish smile as she allowed her legs to fall open, courting - no, actively encouraging - his most lustful thoughts. A raised eyebrow and a very specific look from him was all it took - she turned over, got on her knees and dropped down on to her elbows to present herself fully. He shivered at the sight of her, flesh goosepimpling at the thought of what was to come. She was so beautiful. So wet and inviting and-

He couldn't help himself, he shuffled up closer behind and pushed two of his fingers into her - strong and slow and deep. He usually opened her up with just one to begin with, but she wanted him to be a little rough with her today, wanted her own bite to her pleasure. The gasp he provoked brought forth a twitch of a smile to one side of his lips and he pumped into her at a steady pace, reaching deep within to find that spot that made her weak, made her thighs tremble and her head hang low between her shoulders. Bending over her back, he planted sweet, slightly sloppy kisses along her spine. What he was doing wasn't quite enough for her just yet, he knew that. But he loved having her like this, open and ready and all for him. She pushed back against his hand and he immediately straightened and withdrew, eliciting a whine from her.

"Ah, ah. You know the rules," he lectured before giving her thigh a slap. "Do you want me like this, or not?" he added, the question both a challenge to her playful side and seeking consent.

She nodded and looked at him over her shoulder. "You know I do," her voice was throaty and full and his cock was bobbing thick and heavy between his thighs, wet at the tip again, dripping with his own lubrication at the thought of sliding into her and fucking her mercilessly. Not yet...he wanted to make this last.

"Then you must behave," he commanded her, slapping her cheeks this time before breaching her with his fingers again, still at that maddeningly deliberate pace. She whined at the slap, groaned at the feeling of his fingers, became wetter around him. Her muscles rippled as she clenched, trying to force her body to tip over the edge. He knew that if he positioned his hand so he could rub her with his thumb, she would come within seconds. But he didn't want that and he knew she didn't either. They often indulged each other this way - teasing, pushing, stretching to their limits before they were begging for completion.

He began the slow build within, concentrating on how the electrical impulses crackling down his spine were coalescing to a simmering heat within his pelvis, how the undulations he could feel within his muscles and around his marks on his back travelled downward to push through the colours on his arms. He was still fascinated by them, as was she. In the time they had been together they had gone from strength to strength and he had often been complimented on his "tattoos" when he had been out. They were permanently colourful now, every hue gorgeously and vibrantly represented. And when he touched her, that was when they came truly alive - a shimmering, sparkling opalescence added to them as they glowed - the blazing sun through a stained glass window, the prismatic glory of a jewel butterfly's wings. Now as he focused, a vein of pure silver made its way gently through them. She could tell what he was doing, could feel the sensation building within him translating over to her.

"Fuck, yes. Yes, Ezra," she whispered, her voice hitching in her throat. He moved a little faster, touching her deeply, pressing upon those spots that she told him made her see stars. He loved making her come like this. Well, he loved making her come in every way he could, but when she had told him that it was a new sensation for her he had felt a pride that had a glow of possessiveness about it. This is something only I can do for her. The heat travelled through his wrist and hands and she cried his name aloud as it buzzed softly through his fingers and into her. She gushed around him, her arousal sliding over his hand and dripping down through her seam and over the coarse curls there to begin pooling on the sheets. He quickened his pace, and now he did twist his hand, turning it so he could glide his thumb over that part of her that had been so unfamiliar and now he knew so well. The noises she was making were heavenly to his ears - full, throaty moans, half gasps of his name, curses as he wrung another orgasm from her.

Her legs were trembling and a thin sheen of sweat coated her back. "Ezra," she groaned thickly as he worked her through her embers, withdrawing his fingers gently and licking them of her wetness.

"My love," he replied, and before she could move from her prone position he was behind her and caging her legs with his own, cock in hand, running the fat head of himself through the delicious mess she had made. She whimpered as he passed it over her clit, but her hips were gently bucking - an invitation for him to take her, to be inside of her. An invitation he had never yet refused. Her hands scrabbled at the pillow as he slowly pushed himself inside, and for a moment he forgot everything else in the world. There was only her, clutching so tightly around him - her slick heat encasing him, accepting him entirely. He didn't stop until he was sheathed to the hilt, as close to her as he could possibly be, and then he bent over her back, kissing over her shoulders, her neck. "I love you so much," he murmured.

"I...I love you too," she gasped out, her words staccato-ed as she adjusted to his girth. He began to move. Slowly, patiently, deliberately - wanting it to last forever but knowing that his end was speeding ever closer. Kevva, how was she so perfect? Everything she did, everything she was...all for him, all aligned to drive him wild in the most wonderful way. The noises she made, her smell, the taste of her skin - it all came together to heighten every pleasurable feeling. He straightened, ran his hand down her back, gripped her waist and snapped his hips more forcefully into her, making her writhe and groan beneath him. The slow burn of taut pleasure skittered along his spine and he knew that he had to be almost fully illuminated already. She was tensing again, around his cock pounding into her, sending her spiralling into bliss. He observed how one hand left the pillow to glide downward and he hadn't thought he could be more turned on but the thought of her playing with herself was doing just that. Her moans grew louder, the erotically obscene slick noise of their coupling too, and he knew exactly what she needed. He sucked on his little finger and very delicately brought it to the other hole she was presenting him with, softly pushing inside the strong ring of muscle, keeping time with his thrusts. She squeezed around him mercilessly and cursed loudly as she came, turning her head to the side and sobbing her pleasure so he could hear it all through the shuddering aftershocks of her body.

Having her so entirely at his mercy, being the origin of her ecstasy awoke something within him. Something which they both actively welcomed, even needed on occasion. He withdrew his hand and roughly hauled her up so her back was flush against his chest, his arm across her stomach and holding her to him. "Fuck, I want to see. I need-" His voice trailed away as he bit down softly over her shoulder and fucked up roughly into her. This was a new thing, a delight only discovered in the past few weeks and he couldn't get enough of it. His eyes were glued to the space above where her breasts bounced with every jab. Her skin dewy with sweat and darkened with the rush of blood from her orgasms was revealing another secret. Paler filaments slowly twined their way across, a reflection of the sinuous, twisting pattern of markings upon his arm, and his own legs trembled beneath him at the sight. So joined, so together, so loving, so eternal. The desperate sound that left his lips as he filled her came directly from his heart and he held her tight to him as he continued to gently thrust inside of her, never wanting to let go, never wanting the moment to end.

Her head rolled back to rest upon his shoulder and she looked with utter devotion into his eyes as she stroked over the scruff at his jaw. "Never let me go, Ezra," she murmured, echoing his own thoughts back to him as she so often did.

"Never, my love," he promised as he nuzzled against her fingers. "Never."

They lay there for a while, naked and basking in the company of the other and the golden afterglow of their joy - him with his arm around her and stroking her back softly, she nestled in the space between his shoulder and chest, her favourite place in the world by her own admission. He made some small joke and it got her - made her laugh far more than was warranted and in that moment where he observed the hundredth, the thousandth occurrence of how her eyes crinkled small and her smile grew wide he knew it was time. Kevva above but he loved her. Deeply and dearly and he wanted to make her his forever. They knew, they both knew they could never be with any other. But he had been researching their traditions of union - the legalities, the celebrations. They seemed fairly straightforward and he wanted to ask her if they could be joined, bound by the customs of her people. He had a plan. Nothing fancy but something he felt she would appreciate.

"Come on," he urged. "Let's take Dog down to the beach for a last walk." She smiled, nodded and he saw the many days of his future stretch into blissful domesticity with her. He couldn't help but return her grin.

Dog ran ahead as he always did, his joyful little barks as he was let loose upon the sand almost lost in the strength of the breeze coming from the ocean. The sun was setting, one side of the sky still aflame with apricot and cerise and gold, the other fading into deepest blues and darkest purples. She loved it here - here at this time and this place. She loved to watch the ocean cycle from turquoise to lilac as the light changed, watch the birds chase the fading day across the sky, see the first intrepid bats flit from their roosts and begin their hunting, and he never tired of watching her take her quiet and unceasing joy from her surroundings. He sat on their preferred rock, which was reasonably flat and handily positioned for optimum viewing of the giant expanse of sky and sea, and he motioned for her to sit between his legs. Instead she stood facing him, her eyes revealing that her love was very much as profound for him as it was for the scene around them. She smiled down at him and ran her hands through his hair, causing him to close his eyes and hum in pleasure at her touch.

"I'm still confused about what happened here," she remarked as she twisted his curls around her fingers. "I love it though." He himself wasn't sure. He guessed that the stress of his fragile form travelling through the phenomenon that had brought him to this place had prompted changes to his body, the most obvious of which had occurred when his hair turned shockingly white. But perhaps even more bizarrely it had since grown out, his dark roots beginning to reappear one day a few months later. Except for one patch - a small part at his hairline on the right hand side. She bent down and he smiled, anticipating her kiss. But it never came. He opened his eyes to see her own gaze fixed with curious wonder at his brow.

"What bothers you my love?" he queried.

"I just had a thought," she began, before leaning forward to plant the awaited kiss at his white patch of hair. "That first day I found you, when you lay down to sleep on the sofa. I kissed you then. For the first time. I tried to kiss your forehead but you moved in your sleep and I kissed right here." She kissed him again, at the exact same spot. "Maybe that's why it stayed that colour."

"Maybe so," he agreed. "Who can tell these things? Such wonders are wrought between us every day, dearest one. Such mysteries exist between us and-" Ezra took a deep breath and steeled himself. "I wish to explore these very mysteries with you by my side. Eternally." He stood and reached into his pocket, and pulled from it the okralt kooka cat ring that he had kept - the one part of his history that he had never quite been able to part with and that had successfully bridged the gap between that world and this. He hadn't known why he had felt that way about this particular piece, why he had wanted to keep it safe. It was beautiful, yes, and somewhat valuable, at least where he came from. But as he brought it into the light and watched the elation dawn upon her face he believed it was for this time, this place. Somehow this very moment had called to him throughout everything, drawing him along the path of pain and loss to her, so he could experience joy again, more deeply than he ever had before. He slipped it on to her finger and it fit as if it had been made especially for her. She looked up at him, the fiercest love brimming in her eyes. "You know why I call you Vive," he said, a statement rather than a question but she nodded anyway. "You know it means "life" in my tongue and that is what you are. My life. My whole life. But it has nuances. It means life, yes. But it also means life giving. And life eternal. And resurrection. You are all of these to me and more. And I can think of no greater life than being with you forever."

She reached for him and pulled his face down to meet hers, murmuring her joyful assent again and again between kisses, the golden heat of the setting sun warming their skin as their devotion warmed their hearts.

*** *** ***

He awoke with a jolt in the night, his brain trying to make sense of his now-familiar surroundings. Something. Something had woken him. Was it her? Was it Dog? Were they okay? He sat up to check, noting with sleepy relief that she was still next to him, that Dog was quietly observing him from his bed in the corner.

"Mmmm, wasswrong?" she mumbled sleepily.

"Nothing my love," he replied softly. "I just woke and-"

This time the noise reached her as well, and she sat up next to him and looked at him in puzzlement. "Was that-?"

"It sounded like it," he confirmed. "Now where on Kevva's moonlit mountains did we put the damn thing?"

The translator had done its job admirably. Her suspicion that his language shared some roots with French had been validated, and once it had been completely uploaded to its database communication became much easier. After French, they had uploaded German and then Latin, and the Aegish basics that his aural translator had originally latched on to began to expand, to find paths back to the languages she was more familiar with, even if she didn't speak them. It was slightly baffling, but he reasoned that since their basic physiognomy was the same, perhaps their languages had evolved along similar paths too - after all there were only so many movements their tongues or larynxes could make. With a combination of coaching and the help of his aural translator, Ezra learned English at a rate she had called "remarkable". The various "rewards" for progression that she had teased him with had also definitely helped spur him on. As he became more proficient, they found that they needed the screen less and less and eventually he co-opted it into the project he had spoken to her about before - a new kind of communication device.

"I have not the faintest notion if Cee received my message, nor if she could find a way to respond even if she had," he had said. "But I will attempt to rig something that could possibly be receptive to that kind of long distance communique." He had grinned then, kissed her nose. "Thank you for indulging me in this, my love. I know it may seem an exercise in futility but...well..." He hadn't needed to finish, he could tell that she understood. The possibility of never receiving a message from Cee was far better than not having the ability to receive it at all. She assisted him with tools and parts, and he taught her what little he knew of electronics, though they seemed quite different to what she was accustomed to.

Weeks turned into months turned into a year and still nothing. Not a peep. He had stopped checking it frequently by this point, only when fleeting memories of his past stumbled through his mind did he think to seek it. But now...now it was beeping. A low, quiet sound presenting itself every thirty seconds or so. He jumped out of bed and followed the noise, though he should have just trusted Dog, who was standing beside the door of a particular wardrobe and looking upward. The noise was emanating from the top cupboard, and after he had felt around behind a box and a few piled books and trinkets he pulled it out with a flourish. He got back into bed and Dog followed too, settling himself between them and sighing with contentment when she absentmindedly stroked his ears.

If he had any doubts that a message had been received, the glowing red light that pulsated in time to the beeps dispelled them. He looked down at it, suddenly uncertain about what to do for the best.

"Hey," she called, and he drew his attention to her. "You don't have to look at it if you don't want to," she reminded him softly. "Whatever that message says won't change anything here - for good or bad. Whatever she says you can't help her, you can't fix it if there's something wrong. But you might also get closure. If that's what you want."

"I'm...not entirely sure what I want," Ezra confessed. "I have you. I have Dog. I have this life, this beautiful second chance that was gifted to me and all I could ever need or want is here. Would it not seem...ungrateful? Or ungracious? To delve back into my past now? When we are beginning to form our future together?"

"I don't think so," she replied. "Wanting to know what happened is not rejecting what you have now. You didn't leave that place of your own free will. Of course there will be some unanswered questions. If you get the chance to have them answered, then why not? At the very least, you will know Cee is safe." She shuffled closer, wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "You won't lose this, us, here whatever you decide. I hope you know that." The ring he had gifted her gleamed under the light of the half moon peeking through the window above them, and seeing it visible on her finger, feeling her arms around him made him feel stronger.

He turned and kissed her forehead. "My life. My love. Thank you."

She nodded. "Do you want to be alone for this?"

He shook his head immediately. "Please stay. I will happily translate afterward if you want to know what was said. No secrets between us, you know that." She smiled softly and held him a little tighter as he fiddled with the controls. A short time later, a voice came from the device - strong and knowing and young sounding, yet weary. Ezra gave his own soft smile as the sound of Cee filled the room.

"Your greatest escapade yet, Ezra? They all think you're dead you know. I did too until I got your message, short though it was.

There was a very pregnant pause, then it was as if a dam burst and the words torrented from her.

How in Kevva's name could you leave me with THEM, Ezra? Oh I heard the words from your sentencing, I know you think you did it all for me. So I could have a better life, a chance. You stupid-" And here Ezra heard the gulp of tears behind her fury and it near broke his heart. "...you stupid, stupid man. I wanted to stay with you because you made me safe. I could be myself with you, without fear of judgement or ridicule or blowback. And you forcibly took me against my will and DROPPED me into that world that you yourself fought so hard to escape from. Hypocrite! Deceiver! I...I-"

Her words trailed off into snuffling but when she spoke again her voice was more contained, a little more cold. "I loved you Ezra. Strange as our path together was, I loved you like a father and a brother and all the family I never knew. Ironic, really." Ezra's brows knitted into a frown at her words. "And I suppose you're sitting there all pouting and puzzled about what that could possibly mean. I've started to think that somehow, on some level you did know and that's why you did it." Cee sighed, and Ezra could almost see her steeling herself for her next words. "Your phony story about me being your bastard daughter didn't fly too far. Especially when I kept insisting I already had a deadbeat dad that you yourself had so kindly rid me of. I insisted your parents test my genetics to prove it. They refused. Too concerned about their lineage, although by this time the inheritance that came with the titles and the house seemed to be shrinking by the day, all of it transferred into the pockets of that uncle of yours. I scraped through that finishing school they sent me to. Barely. And I want you to know that I did it for you, not them. So I could...well so your supposed death wasn't entirely frivolous. So I could take what I was able to and run. Just like we always did."

Ezra heard the smile and its sincerity shine through the last sentence and he couldn't help but grin in return, memories of their heists and tricks and capers whirling through him at the sound of her voice after so long. "But after I came home that summer and then I came of age, I had myself tested. A hair from your mother's brush, a clipping from your father's moustache and my own sample and what grotesque joke was revealed? That somehow, albeit across a vast distance, we are indeed related." Ezra's mouth fell open at the news and he racked his brains for the how and the why. His family tree had been held up as a shining example of purity and maintaining standards. How, and more importantly, who might have been responsible for Damon and Cee being a distant offshoot? Thr child had never known her mother...perhaps the truth lay with her, he mused.

Ezra came back to himself as he realised the recording had stopped. He blinked rapidly and looked down at her next to him, still holding him tight.

"Are you okay?" she asked, simply. The words took a while to drip down into his mind and be understood, given that he had been so immersed in his own language for the first time in a very long time, but when they did he nodded at her.

"She blames me for leaving her," he replied. "I did not expect otherwise. But...let me finish. Then I shall share it all with you." She nodded and pressed the pause button again, causing Cee's voice to fill the home that was so very far away from her life once more.

"So...I had a legitimate claim to what was rightfully yours after all. Barely. It was enough for them, though. Wills and deeds and all sorts of fastidious and tedious legal papers were brought to me. Sadly, the education they had paid for had taught me that I should read everything thoroughly. And so I did. And everything they wanted to give to me was of course dependent upon me marrying some dour old dustbag and being pregnant for as long as my body could stand it. So I put what I learned into practice. What I learned from you, that is. I took them for all I could and I ran away. I ran as fast and as far as I was able and I did not look back. I began to live, to truly live and love and believe in things again. I found a group. They took me in and they nurtured me in a way that only you had ever done before. And they let me in on their secrets...the whispers around the fire at night. That's how I found my way to it - the insurrection. The first wave had done surface damage but had been smashed by fists of authority and those with the wealth to bribe people away from their morals. But it lingered on...the tension of it, the undercurrents. The thoughts and the feelings and the sense of righteous anger at the injustices that we all saw and yet passed by. I joined with them, gave what I could monetarily and with what skills and knowledge I possess. And that's when I found out...you're a hero, Ezra. A martyr to this cause. Not the first, certainly not the last. But the most famous. The figurehead, if you will."

Ezra could feel his mouth hanging open in shock but could not even find it in himself to try to close it. The uprising had survived? Continued? He gave a delighted and triumphant "Ha!" at the revelation, and Dog, who had just been falling back to sleep on the bed, gave a jump and looked up at him with a wounded expression. Ezra soothed him with pats and soft hushings and apologies.

"The story of the higher born who wanted to do better for everybody's benefit and died so that his daughter might live," Cee's voice continued. "You have to admit, it does make a good legend. No matter that its only partly true, its what everybody believes now. Rien saw to that." Ezra made a noise like he had been punched in the gut and tears sprang to his eyes. He didn't even realise he had leapt from the bed and covered his face with his hands until he heard Dog's indignant barking, followed swiftly by her shushing him. Rien. But his uncle had said...his uncle...His uncle the liar he realised. The only time his uncle had ever told him the truth was when it was to his own benefit, or when he could use it to wound Ezra. Of course he would want him to think that Rien had come to harm - to help break Ezra's spirit completely. After all, if the only person who had ever loved him for who he was was gone, what would be the good in fighting for anything any longer?

When he looked down again he saw she was stroking over Dog's ears, but with a slightly frantic edge to the movements. "What's wrong?" she asked urgently. "I heard...I mean I thought I heard-"

"Rien," he nodded. "Its...well I don't know. I need to play it back a little."

He fiddled with the device as she brought Dog on to her lap and cooed soft words to him. "It's okay Ben. He just got a little excited. Its okay. We're all okay. You go to sleep. Good boy. Good boy." Dog shot Ezra as close to a baleful glance as he had ever seen, and then curled up as instructed, sighing heavily as he did so. He was getting old. And a little grumpy with it, though in this incidence Ezra absolutely could not blame him. He patted his head too before starting up the recording again.

"-partly true, its what everybody believes now. Rien saw to that. I met him a few years back during a campaign. He's the top guy now, leader of...well, pretty much everything. I heard him talking about what had happened to you at your sentencing at a rally. He was really inflating the story, making it seem like your life was forfeit as a direct consequence of the initial rebellion. I managed to corner him at the end and ask him if he believed what he was saying. And that's how we got to talking about you. He um...he never forgave himself you know. For walking out like that. He didn't tell me that he wanted you to know that, but I think he wanted you to know that. I played him the message I received from you and he cried a little, though he denied it afterward. I think he's just thankful that you're alive. He would have recorded something for you himself, but he's away at the moment. Organising some big push. We're so close. So nearly there. I think that you always understood that anything that was able to be shaken so mightily by the gentlest of breezes could be nothing other than weak at its foundations. Those gentle breezes that you and Rien fanned have grown into something so much more...I don't want to be more specific in case this gets intercepted. Though I don't even know if this will ever reach you. Or if you'll still be alive when it does....it's already been so long since I've seen you. I can't believe you've been gone for..." Cee's voice trailed off, but when it returned it was full of strength and confidence again. "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how long you've been gone. You live on here Ezra, and you are doing such incredible work. Even if we do have to bend the truth a little. And when did we ever not?!" She laughed, and it was a lovely, warming thing to fill the room. "I miss you, my friend," she said, quietly. "I hope you have found your happiness. Whatever that place is that you washed up. I hope to hear from you again someday. And I'll always remember you as my brother, my protector, my family. Goodbye, birdie. Fly free."

No matter how much Ezra brushed the tears from his cheeks, more fell until he let them, let them sink into the bedclothes and then into her hair and skin as she held him close. "I've got you, my love. I've got you." Ezra felt the relief and love and gratitude flow from him as he let go and allowed himself to break.

*** *** ***

"What are you thinking?"

"Mmmm?" she asked, her voice thick and hazy with post orgasmic sleepiness. " 'm not really thinking anything. You've successfully driven pretty much every thought out of my mind! Except...I love it when you're on top and I can see your beautiful patterns on my ceiling. I don't know how or why, but it adds something to the experience.

He smiled and nuzzled closer on her chest, delighting in how the coolness of his breath continued to pebble the nipple furthest from him, and reveling in the sensation of her burying her nose into his hair and breathing him in. "I love how your own marks are coming along," he confessed. "You are the person most close to me in all the universe. In every conceivable way. And yet, I too feel that seeing a reflection of me upon you adds a something as you say."

"Maybe we'll always have a new something to discover," she ventured, mumbling the words against his head.

"If anyone can find a new joy everyday, its we two," he replied, running his hand softly over the hair at her mound. She squirmed a little at his tickling and giggled softly.

Then - "Up," she commanded, patting him gently on the bicep. "I have to go to the loo."

"...just got comfy," he grumbled as he moved gracefully out of her way and settled into the blankets more closely.

"Now you know how Ben feels when you disturb his naps," she rejoined with a smile as she disappeared into the bathroom. Ezra smiled to himself as he lay face down on the bed, head half buried in the soft pillow. A few years ago he never would have thought it possible. Soft bedding under him. A full stomach every day. Love. A life. A home. His true mate. He didn't know what he had done to be quite so blessed, but he was grateful every single day. He needed nothing more, wanted nothing more, and the feeling of utter contentment was as addictive as it was alien. But he trusted the feeling, unknown as it was. He trusted it because he trusted her. More than anything he had ever known before, he trusted her. He inhaled deeply, taking the scent of her hair into his lungs and holding his breath around it, holding it close to his heart.

"Ezra?" Her voice snapped him out of the half-doze he had been in. She sounded...odd. As if she were both fearful and tentatively excited. He was instantly alert, sitting up and stretching his hand out to her where she stood in the door of the bathroom.

"What is it, my most precious gem?" he murmured, and as she came to stand before him and he locked his arm around the small of her back he noticed that she had something in her hand. It looked a little like...but no. Surely, it couldn't be. She gave him the stick of plastic and he stared down at it, comprehension there but not quite attainable in the face of his shock. Her hand came to cradle the scruff at his jaw and she gently forced his head up to look at her, where he was met with her eyes of deepest devotion, unyielding love.

"Ezra," she said again, and this time he heard his future in her tone, stretching away into an everlasting path of jubilation and joy.

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Kinktober in June: Focus (Ezra x f!reader)

Summary: It’s hypnokink with Ezra. That’s it, that’s the fic.

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader/nameless!OFC (can be read either way, reader is referred to only as she/her/Birdie; no physical descriptions other than her having a vulva)

Rating: E 🚨 (absolutely no minors!!)

Warnings: hypnokink, duh; hypnodom!Ezra and sub!reader; Ezra and reader have limits and a safe word and all that good stuff negotiated but I don’t go into it here, I wrote this from the perspective of everything being consensual and you should read it that way too, okay?; dirty talk out the fucking wahzoo; coming untouched

Word count: 991

A/n: So uh, remember when I said I was gonna write one (1) story for Kinktober last year? This is it and we are not gonna talk about the fact that it’s now June. Also reminder that this is fiction, not a manual on how to engage in this kink.

Masterlist.

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Let us begin, Birdie

Ezra watches her eyes instantly glaze over. He always starts their sessions this way, the trigger phrase immediately starting to pull her under.

Feel your breath move

As the tide upon the shore

In and out

In and out

The Green had taken many things from him: years of his life and much of his capacity for compassion. It had come dangerously close to stealing his humanity. But no loss does he feel more acutely than that of his arm.

His right arm, no less. Without his dominant hand, even one-handed activities now involve an embarrassing amount of awkward, shaky fumbling as he learns to do the most basic of tasks - writing his name, using a fork, unzipping his trousers - with the fine motor skills of a toddler.

But that was before her. Before this.

Breathe for me, Birdie

In and out

In and out

Let everything start to drift away

All the tension in your body

All the thoughts in your mind

In and out

In and out

Let them all go

Let them all go

Let your body go soft

Let your mind go blank

Until there are no worries

Until there are no thoughts

Until there is

Only

Me

It’s an exercise in control - controlling her, yes, her body, her mind, her pleasure, but also in controlling himself. The lips of her cunt glisten with slick, a delicious honeyed treat with which he aches to slake his thirst. His cock is diamond-hard, straining against the material of his pants. It would be the work of mere moments to be buried inside her in any number of ways, with her taste on his tongue or her walls clamped tight and hot around his fingers or his cock.

But he resists, because as they’ve both discovered, playing with her this way is so much sweeter in the end.

In and out, Birdie

In and out

Feel yourself letting go

Sinking down

Down, down, down

Into a warm, blank place

Feel your body grow heavy

As it sinks, sinks, sinks

Into that warm, blank place for me

He watches her naked body slacken on the bed, her arms over her head, her legs falling open. He holds her gaze from where he sits near the bed, not close enough to touch her, enjoying watching her struggle to keep looking at him.

I know you want to drop for me, Birdie

It’s so hard to keep your eyes open, isn’t it?

It would be so easy to let them fall closed

To give in

To succumb

You want to, Birdie

I know you do

Sink just a little deeper

Fall just a little further

In and out

In and out

To drop and be completely under my control

Won’t that be so nice?

To just sink, sink, sink

All the way down

To drop in

Three

Two

One

He snaps his fingers and her eyes roll back, lids fluttering closed. It had taken them so long, so long to build this trust, to find and push and expand the limits of how they could play like this. And still, every time it fills him with a perverse mixture of awe and pride to watch her fall under his spell.

That’s it, Birdie

Sinking all the way down now

Down, down, down

As you breathe

In and out

In and out

Now feel that warmth start to grow between your legs

Let that slow, warm pleasure roll down your spine

Let it all

Sink, sink, sink

Down into your most special place

Feel how it already drips for me, Birdie

Feel it grow swollen and needy

Feel how it aches to be touched

And how much better it feels

The further down you drop

All the way

Down, down, down

Knowing that if you sink just a little further

Drop just a little deeper

The more pleasure you’ll find

A bead of wetness falls from the lips of her cunt onto the bed. Ezra is sure there’s a matching dark patch near his waistband where the head of his cock is now steadily leaking. He could keep her here like this for hours, flushed and docile with arousal without letting her cum, guiding her right to the edge before backing her away, as many times as he wants. But he decides to fall on the side of the merciful today.

Now feel the pleasure start to grow

More, more, more

Let it keep building

Up, up, up

The more you sink

Down, down, down

Feel how much you want to cum

How your little pussy gets

Closer, closer, closer

And wants to cum for me

He watches her chest rise and fall as her breathing picks up, a subtle tremor in her leg and the ever-growing wet spot beneath her the only other signs that her body is following his every command.

I think you’re ready, Birdie

Your body is so, so ready to cum

No thoughts in your head

Just pleasure

Pure pleasure

It’s going to feel so good, isn’t it?

Here we go

Let the pleasure swell

More, more, more

Ready

And

Cum

He snaps his fingers again and her body arches off the bed. Her drooly pussy pulses and clenches around nothing as she cums completely untouched, compelled to do so by his words alone. The only sound she makes is a soft little moan, but Ezra feels it in every bone and sinew in his body. Kevva be damned, he thinks, for surely this is the power of gods.

My sweet, good girl

My soft little pet

Breathe through it

In and out

In and out

That was such a good first one

Let’s see how many more we can find

Keep sinking down into the pleasure, Birdie

Down, down, down…

The Green took so much from him, but it did not take his voice.

He speaks, and she listens.

He speaks, and she obeys.

#ezra fanfic #ezra x reader #ezra x ofc #ezra prospect #pedro pascal #kinktober

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Starlight — Prologue

pairing: fae!ezra x princess!oc (Marigold)

rating: M (first person POV, split second mention of death, strained paternal relationship, arranged marriage, fantasy elements, i literally created a world and lore for this so if none of it makes any sense that is why, this chapter is just meant to build the world—we meet Ezra in the next chapter)

wc: 1.2k

a/n: hi everybody!! i’m well aware this book will not be one of my more popular series, but i really just wanted to write something fantastical, and even if i’m the only soul who reads this, it’s fine! we love a bit of self indulgence every now and again! anyways, hope you guys like this little prologue. i’m hoping to have the next chapter out within the week 🤍

series masterlist

All I’ve ever known is summer.

In my world, Etos, there are five kingdoms: Heims, Oceanus, Florere, Ember, Nox, and Solis. Anywhere else is far too dangerous for a mortal to step foot into, even if they could manage crossing the sea that separates us from the Fae lands and beyond.

The furthest land from my own is Heims, a frosty wonderland full of people hardened by the perpetually cold weather. Most of our coal comes directly from Heims, as well as my father’s toughest soldiers. My eldest sister, Wilhelmina, or Mina, as far as our family is concerned, married the charming Prince of Heims, Kristofer, and currently resides in the castle made of crystal so clear it almost looked like ice, setting the standard for the rest of my sisters.

Oceanus, too, was an important ally to have—their land producing the entirety of our fish as well as guarding the coast from those who seek to take back Etos. My father knew this well, and soon arranged for my second eldest sister, Peregrine, or Peri, to be married off to the King’s highest ranking emissary, Lord Titus, assuring the alliance between our lands. Luckily for soft-natured Peri, Titus seemed to be a gentleman and truly in love with my sister. I would have never allowed my father to marry her off if he wasn’t. Her gentle and kind spirit was far too precious to me to allow some man to ruin it.

Ember, a land of constant autumn, was where the academics went to study the arts and the sciences. My sister, Wilhelmina, was the actually the very first woman to be admitted into the university. I always admired her tenacity in the face of adversity, but even in my admiration, I feared her intellect and drive, just as my father must have after breaking down and allowing her to leave Solis.

The softer lands—at least in the minds of the northerners—were Florere, a land of eternal spring, and Solis, my land, the eternal summer. Octavia, the sister closest in age to me and by far the only one I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy due to her mean-nature and competitiveness, had recently left Solis to be with her betrothed, the Prince of Florere, Ignacio. I didn’t bother to vet her partner, but from what I could see by his solid gold carriage and fine regalia, he seemed to be just as pretentious as she was. A perfect match as far as I was concerned.

Even in all the beauty of Etos, all the varying climates and scenes, I never wanted to live anywhere else but my home. Solis.

Here there was no reason to be cruel and cold. Here, we appreciated the arts, and believed that leisure itself was an artform. We worshipped the sun, we worshipped our gardens, and when it came to love, we worshipped one another.

My father, his mother, and her father before her all wore the golden crown of Solis. Warmth and sunlight was woven into my bones, tanned my skin, softened my heart. My mother once told me, long before she passed, that my sisters and I were all born beneath a blazing sun at her request. I suppose she believed a warm birth meant we’d all live warm lives and die warm deaths.

As I wandered through the garden contemplating my newly revealed fate, I couldn’t help but wonder if her efforts were in vain.

My father, a once-loving, soft man I cherished more than the sun itself, had changed since my mother’s shocking and violent death after she was mauled by an injured wolf while attempting to remove an arrow from its side in the very forest I now padded my feet into. He grew cruel and hateful towards me, his youngest of five girls. I suppose I understand why, if I truly think about it.

Unlike my four older sisters, I took after my mother so much that even I found myself shocked at the resemblance. And even if I didn’t have her shimmering, gold eyes, or her caramel-brown head of long curls, or the same dimple in my left cheek, I had her heart. Soft, curious, and empathetic. Everything my father once loved about my mother, he now hated about me.

Of course he found it hard to look at me, to talk to me. I was his grief personified.

But even in all his iciness and hatred, I never expected that he’d sign my life away to the coldest, darkest realm in the world. To Nox. To marry the infamously insufferable King Kaius and become the future queen of the starland.

Whether I wanted to or not.

It felt personal, his choice in my betrothed. A daughter of the sun being forced to never see it again. It almost felt like another death to endure. Everything I have ever known and loved gone overnight.

As I found my place underneath my favorite elm tree, the one me and my mother used to sneak off to with our stolen bundle of sweets from the kitchen, I couldn’t bring myself to loathe him the way I wanted to.

Perhaps the distance would chill the warmth I still held in my heart for him.

Perhaps then, I could hate him the way he deserves.

My sister, Cosabella—the most cautious and maternal out of the five of us, happily married to the head of our father’s King’s Guard—and my father stood in front of our palace, its white marble and green grass beckoning me to stay. To fight for my right to live here in the sun, just as my mother had. But one look at my father’s cold and emotionless face and I knew there was no point.

This was how he wanted it.

“Take care of yourself,” Cosabella warned, slipping me a golden dagger. “Do not trust anyone. Write when you can. I will see you…” She trailed off, but I knew why. She didn’t know when we’d see each other next, if at all. “Just…be careful. Remember that just because the sun is gone, does not mean mother isn’t right there with you. She lives in you, Mari—“

“Enough,” my father shouted, gesturing behind me at the carriage waiting with two footmen and two Kingsguards. “Off you go.”

“Yes, father,” I replied, my voice as small as a child as I gave Cosabella one final hug, memorizing the citrus of her perfume.

“Go on, now,” she smiled as she pulled away, wiping the tear from my cheek. “Go introduce Solis to Nox. Bring them a little light.”

“I love you,” I managed, nodding my head at her command. “I will see you.”

“I love you too.”

I knew she wouldn’t promise me anything she couldn’t assure, but it didn’t help my cracking heart as I climbed into the carriage, leaving everything I’d ever known behind.

I placed my hand upon the glass window and watched as she lifted her own, waving at me before resting it over her equally breaking heart.

“Make yourself comfortable, Princess,” the footman that I’d known since I was a child called back into the carriage. “It’s a long ride to Nox.”

To the eternal darkness.

I wasn’t sure how they managed any of it. How cold they must be, not only their bodies but their hearts and minds. I couldn’t imagine any beauty in a black sky.

I’d heard about stars in my astronomy courses, learned that the sun itself was a star, but it never seemed to make any sense to me to spend time contemplating a billion little specks of light when I could lay beneath the biggest. A light bright enough to shine over the entirety of the world—except for Nox.

My father had said it was cursed by the fae Kings and Queens who once ruled over these lands, a punishment for the mortal revolution. And based on the description he gave of his own visits, I was inclined to believe him then. But now…

Curse or no curse, this was my fate. I could either accept the cards dealt to me and make something of them, or I could fold.

My mother taught me to never fold.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #ezra prospect #ezra x oc #ezra x ofc #fantasy #starlight

[nerdieforpedro]

Part Six of "The Lake Between Us"

Gravitational Pull

Ezra AU x Seraphina (plus size OFC)

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 1.9k

Warnings: Mentions of all the food (sorry for making you hungry), implied sexual activity, Ezra is a softie, actual adult conversations (the humanity!), Sera and Ezra being sexy and cute (I very much enjoy these two - I'm also biased), two idiots (because they kinda are but it's good - I think)

Summary: Ezra and Seraphina are growing closer fairly quickly. Neither of them view this as a bad thing, but it warrants some conversations and a different kind of dinner.

Notes: Two more parts to go! I made use of a time skip. A good chunk of time passes in the part but it's to show the relationship progression for down the line. There's also two other interludes because of the story flow.

Main Masterlist/ Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake Between Us Series

Orbiting around each other for almost two months, it was surprisingly easy to fall into an exchange of their homes. Seraphina had opened hers first, leaving Ezra to do the same with his. Dinners were alternated as well: gumbo, stews, shrimp and grits, chicken and waffles and Ezra’s favorite that Sera made, jambalaya. He was fond of the sausage she used, letting the spices soak throughout the rice. The evenings became longer as they both lingered in each other's abodes.

Seraphina observed his bookshelves, one was filled with different first editions he’s collected over the years and the other had momentos and pictures from his life with Cee. A small child with cornflower hair smiled brightly in most of them as a younger Ezra held her, sometimes reading, other times sitting in a truck as they drove. His dedication to her upbringing was remarkable. He swears up and down it was just a promise he had to uphold. 

“I keep my honor intact in areas where it matters most in life my dear Moonbeam. That is all it was and is.” 

He can’t hide the small smile that appears each time he looks at her graduation photo. Nor does the gentleman hide how often his hands find their way to her hands, arms, and back. Not that his Moonbeam ever appeared to mind.

There were nights where Ezra would allow Sera to reveal different stories from career. He found it fascinating that a person could remain in the same profession for ten years. The changes she describes and the different facilities she’d worked in. The witnessed suffering, knowing there was little to be done for the patient or their family. The treatment of those in her profession and those associated with it. The physicality of what it means to perform different tasks and the skill it took.

Another two months of dinners brought the two of them closer together, learning about each other. Studying their bodies and sounds. There were times they parted, back across the lake, but oftentimes the nightly partners remained intertwined among limbs and sheets. Still having a drink before bed but not nearly as many. They were dulling each other's edges, making it easier to slip into their dreams. 

There were occasions when they laid awake, wordless as the radiance of the moonlight draped both of their forms; they did wonder if they were awake or asleep. It felt like such a pleasant notion to have someone who understands by your side.

Ezra got a call that Cee was coming back down with her girlfriend Zora on a short break between the summer sessions. They would be in around four in the afternoon. He was supposed to have dinner again with Seraphina, it’s become a near nightly staple, even when she’d have her shifts at the hospital. Ezra had told her to turn on the back porch light if she was willing to have company. Sera always made sure it was turned on after she got home and showered. Even if she fell asleep on the couch sitting next to him, she always thanked him for coming after curling up next to Ezra. 

While cooking for tonight’s dinner, the gentleman decided to make a bit more food. While putting some rolls in the oven, he called Seraphina to let her know. 

“Good afternoon Sundrop. How is the day treating you?” A familiar giggle is heard over the phone, she’d told him that she’d be out part of the day with her mother. He heard her mother in the background asking if that’s ’the handsome man with the good ass gumbo’ Ezra maybe poked fun at Sera about that a bit, even after making the matriarch his bread pudding two weeks ago. Sera’s mother still called him that or ‘skilled with his hands.’ 

“Well. I’m going to finish shopping with her and take her home. Then I’ll be on my way back. How are things on your end?” Sera’s mother pinched her cheek and laughed, taking the bags with her. She put them in the car. He smiled, knowing that her mother likely did something to make her yell, “Ma!”

“Sundrop. Cee called and said that her and her girlfriend are popping down for about a week between their sessions. I’m going to pick them up and they’ll come back to the house.” Ezra set the timer for his rolls and checked his shrimp, still sautéing in the frying pan, not quite as brown as he would like. 

“Alright. Did you want me to come and meet her? Or did you just want to spend time with Cee yourself?” Curious, what his answer would be and also to meet the fabled Cee. Ezra’s pride and source of joy. Was there room for her in his world? Or maybe not yet, it might be too soon.

“My dear, I don’t want to pressure you into meeting her. There will be other opportunities.” Ezra added some more butter, onions, peppers and some seasoning to the shrimp. “However, I am making plenty of food for you to join us tonight. If you wish.” Silence for a moment too long he feels. Things are too ambiguous. “Sera, it’s fine if-“

“I want to meet her, she’s important to you.” Sera’s mother protested being taken home wanting to eavesdrop a bit more, “I’ll call you again after I drop her off.”

“Of course. Talk to you then.”

Their conversation ended for now. It picked up again while Ezra was simmering the grits after finishing the shrimp.

Seraphina knocked on Ezra’s door. He answered in a white tank top, dark green apron and brown cargo shorts. He was barefoot with the fans going, it was too soon to turn the AC on, it was best to save for the nighttime. She walked in and brought chocolate cake she'd baked the night before and a fresh bottle of tequila. Following into the kitchen, Sera set the bottle down and placed a hand on Ezra’s back as he checked his pots.

“You know what’s important to me and that’s family. You were wonderful with my mother and she can be a handful. I don’t want to pressure you either. This is…” Pausing, she loses the words. Does he feel the same way that this is going somewhere? Is it really? They have just been rather casual about things with the exception of him meeting her mother. And maybe Sera mentioning him to her friends. Possibly only on her side she didn’t see it as casual.

Turning the heat down on grits, Ezra faced her head on. She looked up at him with the same honey orbs that held curiosity on the dock that afternoon. Now they held such trepidation. “This is something that’s been foreign to the both of us for quite a long time. A relationship, is it not?” Her flowing yellow dress appeared to glow in the artificial light of his kitchen. His hands found their way to her hips, where they tended to stay. “I would be overjoyed if you met Cee. Then she could put a face to the name of the woman I’ve been spending my time with and who has been helping me to sleep better. Giving me a bit more purpose.” Watching her face as he spoke, Ezra knew he may have said a bit too much, not unusual for him. He usually peppered it with innuendo to lighten things, but this wasn’t the time. 

“I suppose you’ll tell me next I shouldn’t have been so wrought with concern.” Pecking his lips to keep it light, the wide smile on her face was evident. “I’m not sure how long we’ll be together like this but I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

“I should hope not. And you had the same concerns I did. I just know what I feel as well. I do hope we’ll be at this for a while yet. You aren’t going to be rid of me, are you Sundrop?” The grin found among Ezra’s patchy beard drew Sera’s hand to it as it had before. Shaking her head, she kisses him again letting herself linger. An arm snakes around her back before he draws his head back to go for her shoulder, he'd rather have her neck or chest. Ezra makes sure to keep in mind that his charge will be here with them for dinner and not leave any marks on her body as he normally does. 

“I’d be a fool to let a man like you go, .”

Before Ezra left to pick up Cee and Zora, Seraphina assisted him in cleaning the table before popping back to her house to freshen up a bit further. Both their bodies had become drenched with sweat and they’d need to change clothes. Ezra requested, however, that she not change her underwear and he wouldn’t either. Playfully slapping his arm, before capturing his lips once again, “Such a filthy scoundrel you are.”

“Since I am, will you help make me a new man by allowing me to see all of you again tonight? It can be wherever you like, as always, lady’s choice.” His hand cups her ass and squeezes. Keeping her near the door, not letting her leave quite yet.

“I think maybe I should. Since you’re such an honorable and changed man now. Let me go, I can’t be meeting Cee smelling of-“ Her laugh made him want to hold her longer.

“Neither of them would know anything about that type of smell, I hope. Besides, you smell divine.” Nuzzling into her black poofy tresses, he finally released her. “But if you must go. So be it. Remember my two requests, Sera.”

“I know. They’ll remain. Focus on getting those girls here safely please.”

“I can think of more than one thing at a time. See you back here tonight.”

They parted ways as Ezra tracked to pick Cee and Zora up and Sera washed up and dried out her dress. She’d keep the yellow dress on a bit longer. He was right, it did smell of him, not as strong as when she first came home. Having Ezra scent around her was as much of a comfort as it was a source of arousal. She needs to focus on the former for dinner tonight. 

Seraphina was going to meet face to face with the fabled Cee, she was only a little nervous. Little did she know Cee was as well. When was the last time she was this invested in a relationship? Not since college and this one was certainly a lot more healthy. Sera felt she could have worded it better, but she’s been nervous about bringing it up, always was. Per usual, Ezra made her feel like her worrying was totally normal and so was how strongly she felt about him. If he were to pull away from her, she would just hold on tighter, hoping that he would feel the same.

Ezra was humming to a song he hadn’t heard in years, “Day Dreaming.” He laughed because the last few months has felt like consecutive pleasant dreams. He was sure he was aware though. Maybe this is what he should be doing and where he should be. As Ezra drove, he was more sure in comparison to even half an hour ago - even if she fell out of love with him, he would long for her.

Chapter Five

Chapter Seven

Interlude One

Interlude Two

Taste-testers of Ezra’s gumbo 🍤: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44 @magpiepillsjunior @yorksgirl @gemmahale @missredherring @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @megamindsecretlair @readingiskeepingmegoing @pedroshotwifey @tinytinymenace @inept-the-magnificent @vivian-pascal @jessthebaker @littlemisspascal

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #nerdie fic #ezra prospect #the lake between us #Ezra prospect x ofc #Ezra prospect au

[tessa-quayle]

spotlight on the OFC

(fanfiction recommendations) :)

the reader insert, the second person, the y/l/n convention (which, for me, can disrupt the text and i haven’t gotten used to it - not criticizing those who do it - i'm the problem, it’s me 🤪) are all the rage in fanfiction.  i get the immersive appeal, and many of the fics i love and enjoy employ the second person.  

richly drawn original characters draw me in and capture my attention. I appreciate how creative folks get with their OFCs, the headcanons, and how they have fun showing off these OFC’s quirks and strengths and interior lives and histories.  it’s a joy to read.

here are a few great OFCs in the Pedro Pascal Character universe.  the stories are engaging and this is a fairly diverse list of OFCs (by that I mean race/ethnicity, life experience, nationality, disability).  as always, each author issues their own warnings.

listed in alphabetical order by writer:

@iamskyereads - Ezra (Prospect) x OFC Beatrice 

ongoing series (Compulsion).  love the sci-fi world-building in the first chapter. Beatrice is a sharp and compelling protagonist who’s suffered a traumatic brain injury and has PTSD.  

@intheorangebedroom - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Gabrielle 

complete series (Pleased to Meet You).  angsty intercontinental love story between everyone’s favorite pilot and a cool French woman.  the descriptions of different cities are vivid.

@jazzelsaur - Frankie (Triple Frontier) x OFC Ellie

complete series (Between the Raindrops).  the slow burn here is a smolder in the best sense.  Elliot (Ellie) is a widow who lives next door to Frankie.  the weight of grief and angst in this series is remarkable. 

@jomiddlemarch - Joel (The Last of Us) x OFC Grace

loose-fit series (On Call for the Apocalypse).  crossover with Ted Lasso.  set in Jackson WY between seasons 1 and 2, Grace is a snarky doctor (scratch a cynic, find a romantic) hanging out with Joel and Ellie  (format better on AO3)

@julesonrecord and @lunapascal ( @stardustandskycrystals) - Dieter (the Bubble) x OFC Andie 

ongoing series (Curls).  we’re rooting for Dieter and Andie amid all the drama and shenanigans surrounding a pregnancy and a wedding.  this reads like a novel you finish in one sitting.  

@ladamedusoif - Mr Ben (SNL) x OFC Lydia 

ongoing series (Visiting).  Lydia is a European art historian who goes to teach at an East Coast liberal arts college and meets the dashing Mr Ben.  delightful and smart (and I'm not just describing Mr Ben).

@radiowallet - Marcus (We Can Be Heroes) x OFC Amy

ongoing series (Eyes Open).  Single parents Marcus and Amy find love in the workplace, HR be damned.  Amy contains multitudes and the portrait of her as a mother is especially real and sweet.

@whatsnewalycat - Din (Mandalorian) x OFC Charlie

ongoing series (Passenger).  Gritty, dark, cool AU where Din Djarin is a trucker/bounty hunter and Charlie is making her way west.  this fic has a lot of postmodern energy.

@yespolkadotkitty - Pero (Great Wall) x OFC Jade

complete series (Fighting Blind).  Fun, winsome adventure between a museum curator and our favorite Spanish warrior.  Love the time-travel element, the nod to the Asian diaspora, and the rich world-building.  This series is stay-up-past-your-bedtime reading.

feel free to share your fic recs and favorite OCs/OFCs (your own and/or others)!  ❤️

#fic rec #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction #frankie morales x ofc #ezra x ofc #dieter bravo x ofc #mr ben x ofc #joel miller x ofc #marcus moreno x ofc #din djarin x ofc #pero tovar x ofc #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales #ezra prospect fan #ezra prospect #dieter bravo #mr ben snl #mr ben snl fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #marcus moreno #marcus moreno fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #pero tovar #pero tovar fanfiction #yay for OFCs #trying to get better at reblogging #dieter bravo fanfiction #read these fics

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite EZRA Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Fairy Gold - @julesonrecord AU Gold Rush Prospector!Ezra

Attentive - @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Waiting Game - @northernbluess Featuring Din Djarin AFAB!Reader

The Exact Colour - @sp00kymulderr Artist!Ezra

The Green Velvet Chair - @pintsizemama AU Bookstore Ezra

Promise - @criticallyacclaimedstranger Dragon!Ezra

The Storm - @pix-writes AFAB!Reader

Winktober Day 24 Tender Sex - @oonajaeadira

Slow - @haylzcyon

Ezra Loves The Sound Of Your Voice - @haylzcyon

A Dimension Of Our Own - @oogaboogasphincter

Phantom -@prolix-yuy Unnamed OFC

Mirror Message - @supernaturalgirl20

Bound By Love & Blood - @supernaturalgirl20 Vampire!Ezra

Space Curses & Apologies - @generalfoolish

Naughty Or Nice - @imtryingmybeskar

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn - @oogaboogasphincter

Kinktober 15 - Collaring - @cyantomatos

All That Remains - @generalfoolish

Kinktober 22 Day 8 Cockwarming - @misspearly1

Hold On - @albertasunrise

A Magpie, A Goose & A Sparrow All Walk Into A Found Family Troupe - @oogaboogasphincter

Confined - @imtryingmybeskar

In The Shadows - @juletheghoul Demon!Ezra

Blue Sunshine - @keeper0fthestars GN!Reader

Pleonexia - @bits-and-babs

Pink Powder & Diamonds - @absurdthirst Sex Pollen

Ezra Masterlist - @absurdthirst More Ezra To Choose From!

Bekväm - @whataperfectwasteoftime Modern Ezra

Run - @flightlessangelwings GN!Reader

Ezra is Too Verbose For His Own Good - @thirstworldproblemss

NYE Drabble - @boliv-jenta Featuring Dieter Bravo

Delectable - @mandosmistress

Twelve Hours To Pickup - @pascalpanic

Long Days In The Green - @autumnleaves1991-blog

Led To You - @alwaysbethewest

Tessellation - @insomniamamma Ezra & Cee

Ezra Masterlist - @insomniamamma More Ezra To Choose From!

The Appreciation Of Fine Liquor - @write-and-buried

You Like That - @whiskeynwriting

Ezra Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting More Ezra To Choose From!

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[all-the-things-2020]

All Our Future Prospects Masterlist

Summary: A corporate scientist meets a one armed prospector named Ezra while fleeing a planet that will soon be too dangerous to stay on, and her life is changed forever. So is his.

Total Word Count: 55,250+

Rating: Mostly PG-13 (some mildly graphic sexual content, but those chapters will be noted)

Characters: Ezra, Cee, original female character (Claire)

Notes: My take on the world of Prospect is a somewhat dystopian version of the future. None of my three main characters has a last name, since Ezra and Cee do not have canon last names. Claire is vaguely described but does have hair long enough to fall into her face when it’s loose and she leans forward. Otherwise, she looks like you or anyone else you want her to.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight - contains sexual content

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

#ezra and cee #ezra fic #Ezra x ofc #prospect fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #ezra #ezra prospect

[artemiseamoon]

Elysian

A prospect au fic

Status: complete

Summary: Chasing the biggest payday of her life, Kalei heads to the Green to dig the famous Queens Lair. Once they land, the plan goes to shit and she’s met with a shady yet attractive prospector who makes an offer.

Warnings: base material stuff like killing, theft, injury, sexual and lusty feelings and content. Ezra comes with his own warning. There is some reluctance and denial about the soulmate thing.

✨ previews on tumblr✨ read chapters in full on A03 only (artemiseamoon) ✨

Chapters

One: The bullseye - preview - A03

Two: Pegasus - preview - A03

Three: Anomaly - preview - A03

Four: Fate - preview - A03

Moodboards

My very first prospect fic here, this is my love, I want everyone to give it a chance and check it out 💕 Both ocs meet Ezra on the green but they are separate stories, in separate universes.

No tags | @artemiseamoon-updates | A03

#ezra prospect #prospect au #Ezra x ofc #soulmate au #fic: Elysian

[imtryingmybeskar]

Happy happy 1K!!! 🥳🎇💕 How about some Starman Ezra (I mean, it's me, duh, I'll never be over him) and either of these which jumped out at me: "This feels better than I could have ever imagined," or "This is better than I've ever imagined" or something similar. Or literally anything you feel inspired to write with him! ♥️♥️

My loveeee thank you so much for the chance to revisit Starman. You know I always love to write for these two, especially when it's the fluffier kind of fluff!

Starman - Midnight

Word count: 448

The moon dazzles white upon the blackness of the ocean, touching the top of the gentle waves and causing shattered shards of broken light to glint softly upon it. Ezra inhales softly. Cool, clean air fills his lungs and passes gently over his skin, goosepimples breaking out on his arms. She shifts closer behind him, her legs bracketing his and her chest pressed against his back until there is not a breath between them. She had wisely thought to bring her cardigan on this impromptu midnight excursion, and she holds him close, caging his arms with her own and sharing the warmth of her body. He feels her nose against the nape of his neck, eschewing the sea air for the comfort of his scent and she nuzzles her face against his skin, bestowing kisses in a trail until her chin hooks over his shoulder. He presses the side of his head against her, now and at every moment wanting to be as close to her as he could possibly be.

She huffs a soft laugh as she resumes the featherlight touches of her lips against the scruffy hair at his jaw.

“What amuses you, my love?” he asks.

“I just don’t think I’ll ever get over this. Seeing what happens to your markings when our skin touches.”

He glances down, not wanting to move his head too much lest she take it as an invitation to stop what she was doing. The markings on his arm are writhing, colours rippling across them and looking all the more bright for being bathed in moonlight.

“I love them,” she confesses. “And I love you.”

This time he does turn his head, unable to resist the lure of his lips upon her any longer. But she is pressed so tight against him that he can only brush the tip of her nose. She giggles again at his attempts and he grins at the sound, the love he feels for her swelling from his heart and cascading warmly throughout his whole body.

“I am eternally thankful that I found you,” he whispers. “All the times I indulged my sorrow, wondering what was so wrong with me that I could not find what others seemed to so readily. And now I know that it was merely a question of time. Of waiting, so I could be with you. Vive. And it feels better than I could have ever imagined, even in my wildest dreamings.”

She wraps her arms around him tighter, clasping her hands around his middle, her thumb stroking softly over his midriff. Cheek to cheek they sit on the beach in a silence borne of joyful serentity – warm, complete, whole.

#1k celebration #lovely people asking lovely things #writing prompt #starman ezra #ezra fanfiction #ezra fluff #ezra x ofc #ezra prospect x ofc #ezra prospect fanfiction #ezra prospect soulmate au

[cinewhore]

The Architecture of Murder - a prologue

pairing: Ezra x blackfem!OC Beatrice Chola (royal AU)

 rating: T for Teen

word count: 712

warnings: royalty au, murder mystery au, familial angst. 

a/n: well. I’ve been telling myself I’ve been wanting to rewrite this for the longest but instead of making a reader insert, I decided to write this as I always imagined it. I understand that reader inserts aren’t “popular” and I know that makes a reader who is explicitly black a target of sorts. I owe it to myself though. This was the first fully fledged piece of fictional work I put a lot of thought into. I hope y’all enjoy it. Credits to the gif maker.

Beatrice Chola spent her life learning to become a princess, not a murderer.

Tunes of nostalgia bounce off the walls as a rather content maid, Claire, walks briskly towards the princesses chambers. She possessed a few bundles of fresh linens, hoping to replace them as quickly as she could, as the cook was making a specialty soup Claire could not miss. Entering the room, Claire makes haste by throwing the pillows off and stripping the bed of the used sheets.

She ignores the crumpled form sprawled across the chaise, raising an eyebrow just a hair.

The form belonged to Beatrice, no doubt, dress wrinkled and hair messy. Her left hand draped across her forehead, right hand lightly gripping the knife wedged into her abdomen. Crimson stains pool around the wound, knife sticking out at an odd angle.

Claire continues her work, her humming remaining steady and upbeat. She finishes quickly, many years of tending to the Chola’s and cleaning up their messes being put to use. Claire gathers up the dirty linens from the floor, balling it together to make it easier to maneuver while walking, turning to Beatrice before departing.

“Your mother requests your presence. It seems that your sister has returned home. She will have a fit if you are not proper and late. I suggest you do us both a favor and use a sharper knife or prepare yourself, lest you want both of us to be under the guillotine.”

With that, Claire exits the chambers.

Beatrice brunches up her gown in her hands, sprinting as fast as her lanky legs would carry her. She dodges through the court, screaming apologies after bumping into a few of them. Beatrice finally approaches the drawing room, skirting to a stop just shy of the door, calming her breathing. Standing tall, Beatrice holds her head high and pushes the doors back to enter.

“You’re late.” The queen chides. Beatrice sighs heavily, being careful not to roll her eyes because she knew her mothers eyes were still trained on her figure. The young princess could barely turn her attention away from her mother before the shrill sound of a squeal causes her to grit her teeth. The second eldest of the Chola sisters, Millicent, all but leaps into Beatrice’s arms.

“Sister! It has been so long, have you gotten bigger?” Millie asks, eyes skimming Beatrice’s body from top to bottom.

“My tits have.” This earns Beatrice a snippy hiss from her mother and an arm slap from her sister.

“I have missed your jokes, I must admit. Time does make the heart grow fonder indeed.” Millie smiles at her youthful sister, a slight strain behind the glow of her eyes.

Beatrice could not lie, she missed her sister as well. Partly because she remained the buffer between her and the eldest child, Althea. Without Millie, the two would rip each other to shreds.

“Ah, so she returns! Millicent, my darling. I have missed you.” Althea embraces Millie tightly. “Where is that husband of yours? Is he well?”

Beatrice slinks back as her sisters greet each other, never sure on how to present herself whenever Althea was around. It seems like no matter what she did, Althea would never approve of her. Given the age difference between the two, it made sense that Millie and Althea were closer.

Demi throws a quick look at Millie upon hearing the mention of husband. Millicent avoids the gaze.

“Cal is wandering around somewhere, I am sure.”

“Hopefully I will run into him by the day’s end.” Althea replies. She barely turns her head towards Beatrice, name tumbling out of her mouth like poison. Beatrice only nods, any insults forming getting stuck in the back of her throat.

A knock sounds from the door before it opens, a footman staggering in. He assumes his position, announcing the guest who saunters in shortly behind.

“May I present to you, Sir Ezra, your majesty.”

Echoes of footsteps can be heard throughout the room as seemingly everyone holds their breath. There had been talk of a new court advisor floating about the halls, much of it you assumed to be rumors. People loved to talk.

Ezra was definitely going to give them something to talk about.

#ezra prospect #ezra x ofc #Ezra x blackfem!OC #fic: the architecture of murder #murder mystery #original fiction

[artemiseamoon-ficart]

Queen of Poisons

Moodboards 3

Fic info

#ezra (prospect) #Ezra x ofc #werewolf Ezra

[nerdieforpedro]

Part Eight of "The Lake Between Us"

Binary Stars

Ezra AU x Seraphina (Plus size OFC)

This blog is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1264

Warnings: Domestic fluff (98% bruh) and implied public sex (a dash because we simmer here like Ezra's gumbo)

Summary: The end or a new beginning? That's for Ezra and Seraphina to decide.

Notes: Thank you to everyone who has kept with me and supported this series. 🥰 I'm kinda sad to end their journey but I enjoyed the pacing and that they're two mature adults navagating a relationship. Let me know what you thought of the series overall. ❤️

Main Masterlist/ Ezra Masterlist/ The Lake Between Us Series

The subsequent six months led to a few changes. 

Most nights now ended at Ezra’s home, as he often had food in addition to himself waiting for Seraphina. She felt welcome and safe in his home. It slowly changed to reflect a few brighter colors, though she did stick to his theme of green. Mainly dark greens, reminiscent of forests and secluded places one might see while skating across the water atop his airboat. 

Sera had talked him into giving her a private tour a month after their initial dinner with Cee and Zora. She’d worn a soft pink sleeveless dress to match the sunset displayed over the water’s surface. Listening to him go over the history of the unique creatures and flora that inhabit the bayou and its depths made her smile. There may have been a good bit of celebrating on the airboat. Sera indulged Ezra’s request of her calling him captain at different volumes during their heated jubilations. Once back ashore, they had dinner on the dock overlooking the twilight, the sky seemingly settling in for the evening. The small round table had a chair on each side as they ate dinner. Afterward, there were two large wooden chairs that Seraphina assumes Ezra set up closer to the edge of the dock facing the water. While they shared a bottle of rum, Ezra asked her if she ever wanted to leave. The question begged a curious look from Sera.

“Leave and go where Ezra? Are you talking of moving somewhere? I’m not sure if you’ll be able to have such a job that favors your gift of gab. My options are fairly open. What state are you considering?”

A small chuckle at her answer, he kissed her cheek and took her hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

“You appear to imply that you would be coming with me, Moonbeam. For that I am eternally grateful. I pose a different question then. Will you stay with me and not leave my bed?”

A grin creeps over Seraphina’s face, lifting her hand, she kisses the back of Ezra’s tasting the salty tang of his sweat once more. A sigh leaves her as she recalls events not too long ago in which she saw the yellows, pinks and oranges weave themselves along his chest, arms, back and face. “Is it limited to the bed, or can I actually step foot in the house? I’m fine with you carrying me but there’s going to be a few logistical issues with this.” She has his hand rest against the left side of her chest as her eyes roll from their hands, along his arm toward his face. Ezra has the same look he normally does at Seraphina: like she’s delicate, dear and meant to be adored. “I believe you were asking me to live with you my dear captain.”

It was Ezra’s turn to smirk for he was aware the effect her calling him his title had on him. He turned his body toward hers, “Would you give this old scoundrel of a captain the privilege of knowing you’ll make a home with him? Knowing that he’ll keep all your appetites fed?”

Seraphina nodded and swiftly made contact with Ezra’s lips, holding for a moment before placing her forehead against his, “Even if I were to enter from the rear my dear captain, my presence would be known no matter my status. I don’t mind if you feel the need to hide me, as long as I am allowed in. Correct?” She’d quoted back to him what’d told her when they agreed to their first date along this very dock, many months ago. Moonbean sits back in her chair and Ezra keeps his eyes focused on hers. The captain sees a playful mischief in her eyes, the same ones that regard him with constant warmth that give him comfort along with her reassuring touches. The quote has his free hand land on her knee and draw small circles around the bone. 

“There will be no hiding you Sera. Everyone in my life who’s important already knows about you. You can enter the house any way you choose.” They share another laugh before looking back at the night sky. The moonlight glowed without clouds blocking it across the water’s surface. 

It took two months to combine their homes, sorting through possessions and marking more room for each other. Once that was complete, there was the question of what to do with Seraphina’s home. 

By this time, Cee graduated with honors with her degree in business administration and Zora had hers in English with a minor in history. They asked if they could use Seraphina’s home to open a restaurant. Sera was fine with it, Ezra negotiated terms with Cee in a dinner table discussion that took two hours, three sheets of paper and five napkins to come to an agreement. Zora and Sera napped on the couch during the latter part of the exchange. Once the guardian and charge agreed, they looked to their partners with mild annoyance that they’d found them boring enough to doze off. 

The house was being modified into a restaurant but keeping most of its original structure intact. Despite the small spats Ezra and Cee would have, when it was time to create a menu, he’s written out most of his recipes with measurements. They also accounted for some allergies and vegan preferences. “To get you and Zora started Birdie.” With a hug and a kiss to her cheek, Ezra handed over the handwritten notebook and both women thanked him. They set to practicing the recipes.

A month ago, after finishing and afternoon tour, Ezra found a gray fuzzy dog hiding under one of the seats on his airboat. He was curious how it got there and even more so about the owner. Asking around at the dock yielded no answers, even after having the manager look after the dog for a few days. Seraphina suggested that maybe they could take the dog in, it wasn’t a puppy and so far according to the owner was potty trained. Flyers could stay up about the dog in the meantime. Ezra said he wasn’t sure, but then also wouldn’t put the dog down until he was in the house. They went shopping for different supplies and took it to the vet to get a clean bill of health. The dog, identified as a goldendoodle which Ezra found to be a ridiculous breed name to him, was named Pluto because the dog was a smaller size. 

Late nights into the early mornings were rare for Seraphina and Ezra outside of their home. Tonight, they were sitting on Ezra’s back porch, little Pluto warming their feet with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Seraphina wore the white nightgown that she first saw Ezra in, and he was shirtless in a loose pair of sleep shorts. Her head rested between his shoulder and his neck with his arm around her as the held hands. A single cloud graced the sky tonight and floated on by reflected on the lake’s surface. Neither of them thought that the other would end up across the lake quite like this - in each other's arms. 

There were few stars visible in the obsidian above them, save for small ones side by side.

Binary stars that had formed their own small circle relying on one another for support and to function. Together because one didn’t make sense without the other. Bound together by a profound sense of need with love filling them both. 

Merging the Star Clusters

Glimmers of moonlight on the lake 🌕: @rav3n-pascal22 @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @survivingandenduring @bonezone44

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#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #ezra prospect #Ezra prospect x ofc #pedro pascal #ezra prospect fanfiction #ezra prospect fluff #nerdie fic #the lake between us

[thequeenofcarvenstone]

Space Girl, I saw a lunar eclipse

Looked like how I feel 'bout your lips

Space Girl, the only way that we'd end

Was if you were sucked into a black hole

Anyway, I did it, I commissioned the amazing @miranhas-art for a silly, extremely self indulgent piece of Ezra from Prospect (2018) and my oc, Eden. And honestly, this is just above and beyond my expections and wants, it's so lovely and Mari did such a good job. I've always loved the way she draws bodies and captures emotion and I'm just literally so happy.

And. . . Yes technically there is a fic with Ezra and Eden in it but. . . Unfortunately it's all inside my head so oop.

Anyway literally commission Mari, she's wonderful to work with and creates amazing art

#im literally still so in love #its so good #me look at the art like 🤩 #big artist crush on miranhas-art #ezra #ezra (prospect) #prospect #prospect 2018 #pedro pascal #ezra x ofc