#/drabble

[bells-of-black-sunday]

The beasts claws dug into Vittorio's skin hot breath poured from it's nostrils chuckling as he tried to lessen the punctures in his skin.

"You forget whose blood runs through your veins little lordling." Tarhos titled his head, eyes like inset rubies reflecting back Vittorio's pained expression, "I could snuff you out of existence if I so desired." The claws released and the young lord stumbled back falling back onto his ass and staring up more irritated than ever, "You should consider yourself lucky a God considers themselves indebted to you and yet you choose to throw away the gifts I have bestowed upon you preaching nonsense as if your hands are not stained with blood such as mine."

The tidal of irritation in their shared mind crashed against Tarhos's amusement cascading into a toxic sludge of no name pooling through their ribcage. It was more than obvious day by day Vittorio was growing frustrated with the darkin, his march through the countryside leaving bones in his wake and settling in villages to talk with the locals as if he had done nothing at all. The violence and bloodshed having no purpose other than to feed a hunger that never ceased. Merchants plucked and squeezed for every drop of red ichor in their veins, carded through his beak like someone seperating fibers for spinning and discarded of once he's gotten all he can. The mage couldn't stand by and watch it happen without doing something and yet he felt powerless faced with the great beast who only exists in this world, because he allowed it.

He grew complacent and let him trick him. Vittorio clinched his fists grabbing the grass doing his best to contain his composure, "I suppose I should feel glad you used my body to slaughter an innocent creature when we could've moved on? All you know is violence, violence and a dream that doesn't exist anymore. I will never be greatful for someone as selfish and cowardly as a devil that preaches godliness." His body was shaking, wiping the blood from his face. The mage considered himself lucky the darkin didn't do more, but he knew Tarhos would never. For a giant lizard with an ego larger than the grand executioner, he was exceedingly lonely. That was the only reason he hadn't been killed yet. Maybe even the reason he desired to be worshipped. Tarhos's eyes narrowed down at him pulling Vittorio back to attention, he couldn't even get privacy in his own thoughts during times like these.

"You weren't going to give me a proper vessel, so I had to take matters into my own hands." The dragon forced air from his throat into a low hiss sinking down onto his side and cleaning his talons with disinterest, "I kept asking, pleading even, telling you how torturous it is being trapped in that blade and yet you choose to ignore me and seek out the story teller. It was a wounded animal, it was going to die anyway and yet you act like I made you slaughter a village. I still could." Tarhos chuckled glancing over to him, "You're a child stumbling through the world, Vittorio. You would've been easy pickings in the immortal bastion if you never picked up a blade, we both know that. Someone would've killed you and easily took what you had.... now you're free. You don't have to follow me and yet you choose—"

"I don't have a choice." Vittorio sharply cut the darkin off much to his displeasure. The mage took a sharp breath steeling himself, "You are my responsibility, every ounce of blood you spill is my fault. I pulled you from your vault where you should've rot away, so no. I don't have a choice. I have to follow you and make sure you don't do something worse or attract the attention of someone worse." He watched the dragon roll it's eyes laying down fully and burying it's beak in its arms as it stretched itself out like a cat. Blooms of pleasure danced in-between the amusement making Vittorio rub his face. This was going no where, but it never did.

Tarhos's voice rumbled out like a purr, "Let them come, I will not bend so easily..." He hummed curling his tail around his lower half's feet getting ready for a nice nap in the sunlight, "I have sent a few followers to the cave already, if anything you should be glad I'll have more permanent residence soon. Humans are so funny.... You spend all your lives worrying and stressing, but you never live it. I for one am enjoying my retirement."

Vittorio bit his tongue choosing to move and lean against the others side in his shadow choosing to say nothing. More permanent residence just meant he was getting his ego stroked by a few misguided people who thought the overgrown lizard was a god of blood, a pillar of the empire not held back by the trifecta that could protect them if those were to fail. Tarhos to them was not a being held back by mortal law and was abandoned in favor of the rigidity of modern life. It was insane to the mage, but at the very least it meant he could go farther knowing Tarhos would at least be centralized and not immediately head for the bastion or worse. For now, he could rest. Follow up on leads into how to permanently get rid of the dragon tommorrow.

[iincantatorum]

"Crowning Love: Apollymi's Touch of Magic" || Apollymi & Sirena

As Apollymi helped her siren friend Sirena prepare for her wedding day, the two friends found solace in their sisterly bond, sharing heartfelt conversations about love, challenges, and growth. As they sat together, their voices carried the weight of their experiences and the depth of their connection.

Apollymi gently adjusted the delicate pearls in Sirena's hair, her touch conveying a sense of comfort and understanding. "Sirena," she began, her voice filled with warmth, "your love story with Maverick has always been a testament to the strength of your emotions. Your fiery spirits have faced countless trials, both within yourselves and in the backdrop of the war with the dark elves. But through it all, your love has persevered."

Sirena sighed, a mixture of nostalgia and gratitude in her voice. "It hasn't been an easy journey, Apollymi. Our love has been tested time and time again, and our heated emotions sometimes threatened to consume us. But Maverick and I have learned to navigate those tempestuous waters together, finding solace and strength in each other's arms."

Apollymi nodded, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding. "Indeed, love can be a battlefield, especially in times of conflict and uncertainty. But it is during those moments that true resilience and growth emerge. I've witnessed how your love has also led to personal transformation, not just for you but for those around you."

Sirena smiled, a touch of pride in her expression. "You're right, Apollymi. Our journey has not only changed us but also those who once doubted our love. My father, Ulysses, for instance, has become more understanding and accepting. He has seen the depth of our connection and the unwavering devotion Maverick and I share."

Apollymi's eyes sparkled with admiration. "It's a testament to the power of love and the strength of your bond, Sirena. Your story has touched the hearts of many, reminding us all that love can transcend boundaries and bring forth newfound understanding and acceptance."

@oceansbride

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

[tojis-girl]

fratboy!satoru dating nerd!reader was an odd mix. you two never really liked the same things - there was one thing you both liked though and that was libraries. separate reasons though.

fratboy!satoru mumbled into your ear - telling you that you were a good girl and were doing so soo well for him!

fratboy!satoru whos large hand made its way up and down your thigh, comforting you while you wrote something down in your note pad.

nerd!readers who cunt was warming up fratboy!satoru dick, your warmth making his tip dribble out cum. your sat on him innocently but underneath the skirt you wore was anything but innocent.

you whine when you feel his dick twitch inside of you but he just tells you to continue with your notes.

fratboy!satoru who finds it interesting how your constantly reading and writing but the moment a dick enters you - you wanna do anything but!

fratboy!satoru who tells you to shut up, harshly digging his nails into your plush thigh as a punishment when your mewls grow to be a little too loud.

he doesnt want anyone else to hear the pretty sounds you make!

"Shut up, princess, or itll be even worse later."

[classyrbf]

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.

[ghostsanctity]

Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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[rissouu]

“say sorry.” choso spat, voice laced in anger as he pushed shoved your legs further apart. you’d been giving him nothing but attitude left and right for weeks now, he was finally sick of it. 

drool covered your face when he shoved himself into you, not even caring if he was being too rough. usually he was your gentle little choso, so sweet and always careful as though not to hurt you.. but this had to be a different person.

“y’think it’s okay to be mean to me, hm?” a rough hand slid up to your neck, forcing your eyes to meet his low ones. your head shook on its own, even your body knew you couldn’t get away with ignoring him.

choso’s head tilted as his hair dropped from the tiny man-bun he once wore, “c’mon use your words mama. i know you can, tell daddy you’re sorry?”

the hand wrapped around your throat made it almost impossible to speak, mixed with the pleasure from his thumb that was circling around your clit.

“p..please cho! ‘m sorry daddy, so sorry!” you threw your head back before placing a hand on his stomach, hoping to push him away. “‘m s..so sorry for being mean. please i can’t take it,”

a low chuckle fell from his lips as he slapped your hand away, pinning it behind your back. “noww you wanna be nice, where’d my mean girl go baby? you done being a fuckin’ brat?”

you nodded aggressively, feeling your own tears fall down your neck for the millionth time. “‘m done cho, i promise. never gonna be rude again!”

the black haired man grinned at your words, you were so quick to kiss ass if it meant getting him to forgive you, too bad he saw right through you.

“that’s good mama, im proud of you for learnin’. but im not done.. daddy’s gonna fuck this pretty pussy up a little more okay?”

©rissouu 2025 (happy fucking new years to all my babies, ya girl is backkk!! #weluvdomchoso)

[madaqueue]

18+ MDNI - f!reader (nasty freak boy who cums too early...i love him)

virgin!satoru who thinks he’s going to die. genuinely, he thinks his heart is about to explode out of his chest and his last memory will be the way you stare down at him with those lust-blown eyes and that awe-struck smile. why else would he be shaking like this, covered in a layer of sweat and lightheaded to the point his vision is swirling?

“are you ready, satoru?” is the only thing he can make out above the ringing in his ears - how can he tell you he only has a few moments to live when your legs are spread like this and he’s so hard it fucking hurts?

virgin!satoru who is the farthest fucking thing from ‘ready’ but he’d rather die than disappoint you, so he’s at least got to try.

with an unsteady hand he swipes the tip of his cock up and down your slit, watching the way the light sparkles with how wet you are, for him.

“you can put it in, baby,” and he fucking groans, he can barely look at you when you talk to him like that, all syrupy sweet and thick and dripping.

virgin!satoru who finally, finally, pushes himself past your entrance. his eyes are locked on the way you swallow his length, the way he’s so hot he can’t breathe, can’t get enough air in because it all smells like you.

virgin!satoru who cums before he even bottoms out. he’s trembling and whining and it only gets worse when your hands find his shoulders and pull him into you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, fuck-”

“it’s okay,” you coo, and he’s so fucking warm, and he’s grateful he can’t see the smile on your face because he thinks it might actually make his heart stop.

virgin!satoru who straightens his back, slowly pulls his cock out of you and watches in awe as his cum leaks down your thighs, who can’t stop himself from smearing it through your folds with his thumb, who doesn’t miss the way your pussy clenches as he does.

virgin!satoru who’s already hard again, who no longer cares if he’s dying because this must be heaven, who stares back at you with wild, unfocused eyes as he says, “i think…i think i’m ready now.”

a/n: i think i blacked out from lust writing this

[tojbnuy]

art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.

part 2 !! part 3!! part 4 !!

[summikomi]

"four arms and two faces, and this is what you're fascinated by?" sukuna said, watching with feigned disinterest as you poked at the mouth on his stomach.

"you've gotta admit it's really weird. and i'm fascinated by plenty of things about you, believe me. you have no idea how terrifying it was when you pulled out two dicks instead of one." you responded drily, a finger pulling at the crease of the lips, showing the pristine teeth inside.

"does it have a mind of its own or do you control it? is it a subconscious thing?" you asked before he could reply to your dry wit, genuinely curious.

"i don't know, why don't you stick your hand in there so we can find out?" he responded, showing the fangs of his top mouth in a growl.

"you're gonna try to eat my fingers again. does it lead to your normal stomach or is it a different thing? can you even eat with it? can you swallow?"

"i didn't know when you asked for my time i would be teaching an anatomy lesson. again, give it a try, let's see what happens."

"you should be studied in a lab, seriously."

before he could protest to the (frankly, offensive) statement, you shifted a little closer, and with one hand pressed to his navel, placed a gentle kiss on the lips on his tummy.

"what." he hissed, but you didn't offer an answer and instead moved up on your perch above him so you could cuddle up to his chest instead.

"you're so interesting, kuna."

"you are arguably stranger." his voice seemed strained, but you knew well that was just his own stilted reaction to being flustered.

with a contented sigh you snuggled closer to his rapidly beating heart, deciding to give him the mercy of not having to hide his blushing face.

[itsoutrageouss]

It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 4

[bells-of-black-sunday]

Hi this is was meant to be a smut ask for @witchcraftandburialdirt but uh now it's just a drabble-

The ship rocked idly out at sea, the starry night forgotten in her beauty to the spell Hypnos put on everything once darkness fell. After a hard days work of just keeping her sails full and her hull maintained sailors found little time for evenings to themselves once the lanterns were extinguished. Yet the pale yellow of a lamp illuminated the panes either side the door like the eyes of a gull, the panting given way to soft words spoken between a captain and his first mate as to not wake those below deck. Tarhos was sitting on the floor hair already slick with sweat as he pressed his cheek to his captain's thigh yet his love drunk gaze never broke from Haru's despite the lascivious nature of their night. He knew he was a mess. He didn't need to be told even as the heavy head of the pirate's cock rested back against his lips. "You're such a good puppy..." Haru breathed watching with lust as Tarhos greedily took him back into his mouth.

The nails against his scalp sent shivers down his spine, those hands that had done such cruel things to other's now gently guiding him to swallow every inch of his prize. If the dog had a tail it'd be wagging, Tarhos was always eager. His eyes fell shut as he rubbed his slick thighs together with a groan, he could sit like this forever. A man at worship praying to the altar that was his lovers desire and drinking in everything he was given in turn. Cherishing every sigh and hitch of his breath... the deep groans of curses and pet names. How many ways could be told he was beautiful? He loved every one of them. Tarhos pressed his palm against his thighs, his fingers lightly digging into his tanned flesh swallowing the pre-cum that slicked his tongue desperate for more. The knight was eager to please. A lap dog desperate for his master's affection like he'd die if he wasn't surrounded in the depths of his desire.

The sharp tug on his hair urging him to stop brought him out of his head and a needy whine to pass his lips. The smirk that it raised from Haru wasn't lost on him. "You're that desperate for cock?" Gloved fingers tilted his head up smearing the slick saliva that coated his lips pushing it back onto his tongue that he greedily sucked off his thumb, "Cute." Tarhos had never felt so comfortable being under someone like this, how easily his thighs parted to show how wet he was for the captain. Thin strings of slick barely connecting them together and yet the captain seemed more than pleased, "God you're fucking soaked for me Tar..." His voice hummed tilting his head back up to meet his gaze again stroking his cock against his tongue, "You've been fantasizing about my cock all day haven't you?" Tarhos nodded earning a tut from the other man, "Use your words puppy." The first mate could feel his face heat up no matter how much he got used to his words the simple act of stating his desires so plainly never failed to fluster him.

"Yes captain." "Yes captain what?" "I've been thinking about your cock in me all day." How many times had he fantasized about being bent over the side of the ship and taken then and there where everyone could see? How the ghost of his lips touching his and the hands that wandered haunted his every chore. At one point he found himself alone tucked behind the crates of food supplies three knuckles deep stroking his cock and fantasizing it was his husbands fingers instead. His voice in his ear telling him how greedy his cunt was and how pretty he looked cumming around his fingers. Yeah... he'd been craving this all day and he knew by the way Haru preened he was more than pleased with that answer. The captain hummed, "Good boy. On the bed spreading your legs for me, I want to see all of you puppy." "Yes captain." Tarhos hummed pushing himself off the floor and making himself comfortable on the feather mattress. His legs spread eagerly awaiting his lover who so diligently stripped himself of everything, but his ruffled shirt and made his way over, "You're being patient for once." "I usually am." Tarhos gently stroked Haru's arms as he climbed into bed earning a soft smile as his warm fingers traced his wet folds, "Only when you want to cum."

The pirate didn't have any time to respond before one digit pushed it's way into him and he let out a sigh, his warm finger working him open while his palm pressed against his aching cock he hadn't been allowed to touch all night. Tarhos let his fingers explore his lover's back rocking his hips into his hand as a second digit was added, "Fuck..." A soft sigh passed his lips and yet he could feel his nerves becoming impatient as his eyes trailed down between Haru's legs to his desire. How his brain craved to feel it inside or to taste him like a fine wine again, both even. It would be shameful if he wasn't so into everything Haru was doing to him, he was drunk on every imperfection on his fingers and the smirk that was so close. He pressed his lips to his letting out another gasp when a third digit pressed into him just as easy as the other two, working him open and curling to press against the spot that made him see stars, "Haru-" he gasped as he felt his other hand move to stroke his needy cock between his fingers.

He could feel the tight bundle of nerves in his abdomen starting to form again. It was only a few more seconds as his fingers dug into the sheets and the bundle snapped his muscles clenching around the fingers inside him as his body shuddered and panted, a groan passing his lips quickly followed by a whine when the fingers were removed. His body fluttering and craving the space that was left to be filled again, "Haru..." his voice was barely a whisper as he propped himself up on his elbows. The captain was looking at his fingers a sly smirk on his lips, "You're such a messy slut Tar, you look so pretty when you cum." "Please can you fuck me already instead of talking about it?" Haru laughed climbing over him and tangling their limbs together until they were both comfortable. He easily sunk into his heat with a quiet sigh. His fingers coated with the other mans cum pressing between his lips and Tarhos eagerly sucked them clean pushing his hips against his. He felt so good inside him.

His body craving everything he was given as his legs wrapped around Haru's waist. "Such a good boy... fuck how did I ever land you?" The captain purred pulling his fingers free to cup his first mate's face rocking their hips together to match the boat they were on. It was soft and sweet compared to the moments before, Tarhos was a treasure to be cherished and admired, his skin glistened with sweat in the lantern light painting a cosmos in every reflection. He wrapped his legs around his waist and sighed leaning into his husband's touch. He didn't have an answer. He just reached up and pulled him back down into another kiss letting his mouth be another one of Haru's conquests. He was greedy for the affection, drowning in every touch and kiss he could have and every thrust that made him groan. Soon those sea chapped lips found his neck sucking bruises, marking his territory for the world to see.

There was always something carnal about the way Haru displayed his love like he were an animal marking his kill to keep others away. His nails dragged down his sides and to the first mates hips roughly pulling him back to him and chuckling at the groan it earned. He loved violently and wanted to be loved like that in return. Tarhos let his back arch into him digging at the sheets until his nails found his scarred back tracing every ridge until another rough thrust made his nails dig into his flesh desperate to rid himself of the building energy in his bones. Only then did the pace pick up, the captain chasing his own high as he lifted the others hips to gain purchase over his large form.

Tarhos let his eyes flutter shut letting curses fall from his lips like tiny prayers to the gods that he had abandoned in favor of holding another like this. The captain roughly tilted his chin up, a reminder to open his eyes and focus on him without a word even needing to be spoken. His head was turning into a thick cloud of desire focusing on every little ignite of his nerves that made his toes curl and his breath sigh. The white shirt had already soaked through in some areas, Haru's frills being crammed between their rocking bodies messing up the tight pleats and showing his skin through the linens. He was so fucking hot. From his scars to his smirk he could die for, he was so in love with everything this man did. How did he ever deserve him?

He could feel his eyes fluttering closed again, heavy lids unable to hold themselves open as his sighs turned to keens and groans of the captains name. The friction between their bodies becoming too much until the other mans calloused fingers returned to his cock and his skin felt alight. He knotted his fingers in the others curls tugging on his hair as he panted his name over and over again like he'd die if he didn't speak how much he loved him with every breath he took. Breathing that he was his over and over until the knot snapped and waves of pleasure racked his body holding the captain deep inside him, his desire spilling out and down his thighs with every stuttered thrust. And then he felt as light as a cloud falling back down onto the sheets, his hands running through his own hair until his lips were captured again. Not a word needing to be said as Haru climbed off the to fetch the water and rag they kept in the room.

Tarhos lifted his legs spreading himself as the cold rag met the slick skin between his thighs, "....I love you." He watched Haru smile so sweetly leaning for a chaste kiss, "I love you too." These were the few nights they weren't tired after chores, nights where they could drink wine and each other's company until exhaustion finally pulled them into night's grasp, but for right now... they could bask in the other. They'd be in port tomorrow nursing another bottle and probably falling into the sand again in a fit of laughter that'd make sense to no one, but the other. Tarhos could happily drown in that. He found a home in Haru, something he hadn't had for as long as he could remember. Stability in the raging storm that was both their lives that only by chance rolled into each other and fit the pieces the other lacked.

He could die like this. Perfect and happy with the choices he had made and the sins he had committed if only he got to die in the other mans arms. I love you could not contain the enormity of his desire, but it was a start.

[flowerymenendez]

Your back was arched like a cat, your chest pressed against the door, your pretty and expensive dress was pulled up and your panties discarded.

His big hand was covering your mouth, preventing you from moaning while he pounds his cock inside of your pussy, his other hand grabbing your waist with such force that it made you let out a pained whine against his hand.

Your cunt was drooling and a puddle slowly grew on the floor.

Both of you were in the bathroom because he couldn't wait till get home after your pathetic teasing in front of his friends at the restaurant. It wasn't even necessary to prepare you for his massive cock, you were already soaking the chair while just staring at him, your hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, teasing him. You put some excuses before standing up, walking towards the restroom, his heavy footsteps following behind.

Until here you are, being fucked by your "best friend", trying not to moan loud while he pushes his throbbing cock deep inside of you, kissing your cervix multiple times until you're a trembling mess in his arms.

You came messily around his girth, trying to push him away when he keeps fucking you and you start feeling overstimulated. He comes inside of you, bumping his hot and thick sperm in your pussy, filling your guts up.

He slowly slides out, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pretty and shiny plug. Then, he slowly pushes it into your swollen and fucked cunny, not wasting a single drop of his semen inside of you.

Minutes later, you're both back with your friends, your legs were trembling and you tried to fix your messy makeup and hair.

You both kept chatting like nothing happened, with your pussy stuffed with his cum.

I'll just let you know that you'll have the best punishment when you both get home.

And, of course, the next day you couldn't even stand up.

[nanaphrenia]

thinking about yuta seeing your pussy for the first time. ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱

bf!yuta who practically falls to his knees in front of you when you finally peel down those pretty pink panties and show him your wetness.

“g-god.. my baby, so pretty.” he’d murmur as he holds your thighs in his big hands, pressing wet and needy kisses to your ankles all the way up to your inner thighs.

he’d spread your folds with his fingers and practically groan as he sees you dripping, your cunt clenching around nothing. his gaze is searing, and you can feel him picking you apart. when you try to swat him away, his grip on your thighs will just grow tighter and he’d look up at you.

“stop.. ‘m admiring what’s mine..” he’d say with an adorable pout.

bf!yuta who begs you to let him eat you out, to let him make you feel good. and obviously, you can’t deny him for so long. not when he’s practically crying to give you pleasure.

his nervous tongue would lick a long stripe up your slit, and he’d close his eyes and moan as your taste and smell overwhelms his senses. “taste so good, baby..” he’d murmur before diving in and tracing his tongue around the rim of your hole, his nose bumping against your clit in a way that has you seeing stars.

you’d grip his hair tight and pull on the raven strands, trying to get him closer. he’d growl in an almost animalistic way, his tongue darting out to delve into your folds, wriggling inside of you as he scream and moan.

your sounds are music to his ears, and it’s hard to ignore the tightness of his pants and the pre leaking into his boxers. he’d grind his hips down onto the bed while making out with your pussy, long black lashes fluttering under his eyes.

bf!yuta who doesn’t stop tongue fucking you even after you come, your heels hitting against his back and you squirming and crying out in pleasure and pain, begging for mercy. he just can’t get enough of you.

“nnoo.. don’t pull away.. just one more, please babg? i promise just one more. wanna taste you.”

but one more turns into 2, and then 2 turns into 3 and the next thing you know he has you shaking and writhing beneath him, his long, slender fingers pounding into you, stroking your g-spot with each thrust while his tongue laps greedily at your clit.

his jaw and mouth had started hurting a while ago, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. not when his gorgeous baby was feeling so good all because of him <3

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[fumiliar]

toji has a secret tattoo, in a place hidden from the rest of the world. and you wanted to find out what exactly this man was hiding.

"where?" you asked one more time.

"nuh uh, no telling," toji shaking his head once more.

"let me find it then!" you got closer to him as you inspected him. you decided to make a plan, you'd ask him to take off a piece of clothing, if he hesitated, that's the spot.

"take your shirt off," you slowly observed the man.

"if you wanted my clothes off, could've just said so," toji taking off his shirt easily with one arm. "do-"

"your pants," you continued, as the man raised his eyebrows.

"do you want to fuck me or something?" he took off his pants, leaving him with just his boxers in the middle of the living room. "quit staring won'cha, my eyes are up here."

you were lost, no hesitation in any of his movements. his skin was clean, in all the places you'd expect a patch of ink, there was nothing.

"give up?" toji taunted as a smirk slowly came to his lips.

you had an epiphany, his lips. you walked closer to the man, looking pitifully as if you were a kid who got their lollipop stolen. as you got closer, you leaned for a kiss. slowly, your hands reached for his face, landing on his bottom lip. you pulled his bottom lip down finding the tattoo, "kiss me" right on his inner lip. jackpot!

"YES!" you jumped in happiness, releasing his bottom lip. before you do your third jump, you felt large hands grabbing your waist, immobilising you. he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist making you see him eye to eye.

"don't be too excited, now this is a secret between me and you, no one else doll, no one," toji emphasising the last 2 words glaring at your smile.

"ok, kiss me," before toji could respond, you smashed your lips to hip making him shut up, giggling in between kisses.

note: firm believer toji is a man who got a tattoo bcs of a silly dare.