#( petro. )

[crowneid]

* petro and @heavensoared's late night meeting.

the moon was at its highest, and petro was still awaiting for his night visitor, the one to drip his ears with ripe secrets and share the night air with him. the king found himself a competent, bold, and deeply loyal man to be his confidant and source of seedy information, and he could only describe the onderian dragonrider as was one of the god's gift for him.

he shifts in bed, wife sound asleep beside him, and thinks of what news ezrah might bring him. his information was always welcome, but he's started to fear it'd be taking a dark turn, particularly after the untimely death of king gauthier. still, he'd welcome whatever it is; even bad news sound better when they come early, and delivered by a friend. anxiety eats at him when he hears a knock on his chamber's door.

he ties his majestic robe closed, preventing chill night air to brush against his warm skin. he opens the door to find his expected guest, and invites him in. “oh, you're dismissed, guard. i have no doubt i'll be well-guarded for now.” he gives ezrah a small smile, shifting to let him in.

“it is very brave, to leave a king awaiting.” the teasing is clear in his tone and features. he's so much more relaxed around the rider; even his body language transforms as he makes his way to the balcony. might not be ideal, cold as it can get, but he doubts the man hasn't faced even lower temperatures. “we shouldn't wake the queen. come.”

[jnjo]

Petros Koublis

[mightyjane]

jedi june 2024 — 30 instances of jedi bonding day 21: ahsoka tano & obi-wan kenobi & younglings

the clone wars, 5.9 a necessary bond

[leflambeur]

By Petros Kouiouris for Schön Magazine

[metamorphesque]

Waiting, Petros Malayan

[adropofhumanity]

[vintage-ukraine]

Archangels by Petro Kholodny, 1920

[blue-sadie]

Beach Sun

Having fun in the sun at the beach

The sounds of the water crashing against the sand and the sounds of Seagulls flying over head was all around you the smell of the ocean breeze mixing with his scent was intoxicating.

The rough sand was slightly scratching against your naked body as you laid on it, the sun was shining brightly making the water shimmer and the sand nice and warm.

Your legs shook over his shoulders as he pressed his head further in between them working his tongue against your clit, the feeling of being caught just making it more exciting.

His fingers slowly started to work their way inside of you, thrusting and curling in side of you making your inner thighs wet with your juices, his eyes were filled with hunger and lust as stared up at you.

Your fingers curled into the sand into the sand as you lifted your hips pushing it into his mouth, your moans and whines only fueling the movements of his tongue, he wouldn't stop even if you've cum, even if you've begged he'll only stop once you can't cum anymore.

Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Bucky Barnes, Petro Maximoff, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony Stark

[literaryvein]

L. V., i found this poem bathing in moonlight

[jinxproof]

Sarah McCall | © Petros Kouiouris

[reality-detective]

[random-brushstrokes]

Petro Levchenko (Ukrainian, 1859 - 1917) - Lady and a red house surrounded by an autumnal garden

[san-demetrio-corone]

Lviv National Opera Sculpture "Glory" with a palm branch (1900) Ukrainian-polish sculptor Petro Viitovych (1862–1938)

[shizuma-akira]

Dislyteweek Day 1

Favorite character(s)

[DO NOT REPOST]

[vintage-ukraine]

Summer in Ukraine by Petro Levchenko, 1880s

[metamorphesque]

— Petros Duryan, "What Are You, Love?"