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Your favorite pirate

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Siren's Obsession: Pirate Passion 🔞

(ONE SHOT)

What happens when a cuntboy pirate captures a beautiful siren, you, and become too obsessed with you?

Top!male siren reader, reader has two dicks, yan! cuntboy pirate, power bottom? SMUT, nsfw, breeding, public claiming.

The Capture on Stormy Seas

The salty spray of the ocean whipped across the deck of the Black Serpent as Captain Thorne's ship cut through the raging waves. Thorne, the most notorious pirate on these cursed waters, stood at the helm, his dark tan skin glistening under the storm's fury. Scars crisscrossed his muscular arms and broad chest, hidden beneath the loose white shirt and heavy coat of his pirate garb. His black breeches concealed the secrets of his body—those heavy, huge breasts that strained against fabric when aroused, the plump juicy cunt that ached for touch, throbbed with need, and the big round ass that jiggled with every commanding stride. He was a force of nature, No one dared question the feared captain; they only followed, trembling at his cocky grin and assertive bark.

Below the waves, you swam freely, your siren tail slicing through the depths with effortless grace. Unlike your kin, who lured sailors to their deaths with merciless glee, you felt a pull toward humans—a curiosity, a care that had branded you an outcast. Your group had shunned you for sparing lives, for watching ships pass without the fatal song. But solitude suited you; it left room for your own desires. And you were no ordinary siren—handsome features, sharp jawline framed by flowing hair, and captivating eyes that shimmered like sea glass, made you a vision even among sirens, and a secret: the ability to shift your tail into legs when the mood struck. Tonight, hunger drove you closer to the surface, toward the lights of that looming ship.

That mood struck when Thorne's nets plunged into the sea. You could have sung them to sleep, could have torn the ropes with your strength, but something in the captain's distant silhouette intrigued you. Rough, powerful, commanding. The net hauled you aboard, water cascading from your form as rough hands secured you to the deck. Crewmen jeered, but Thorne silenced them with a glare.

Thorne's boots thudded closer. His dark eyes locked onto you, and something ignited—a feral obsession that twisted his scarred lips into a possessive smirk. "Well, well," he growled, voice rough as gravel, circling you like prey. "A siren, caught in my waters. And not just any—look at you, handsome devil. You're mine now." He knelt, fingers gripping your chin, tilting your face up. The crew averted their eyes, knowing better than to challenge their captain's claim.

You met his gaze, unflinching, your caring nature warring with caution. This pirate reeked of danger, but there was a vulnerability in his stare, hidden behind the confidence. "Let me go," you said, voice melodic yet firm. 'I mean no harm.'

He laughed, low and cocky, a sound that sent shivers through his men. He hauled you up by the arms, pressing you against the mast. "Harm? Oh, beauty, you'll be the one enchanting me to ruin." Without another word, he dragged you below deck to his cabin, slamming the door shut. The obsession burned hotter; he couldn't tear his eyes away, already imagining marking you as his.

The crew watched, but Thorne didn't care. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "Name's Thorne. And you... you're my siren now." He bit your neck lightly, marking you with teeth that promised more.

Days blurred into a haze of captivity turned captivation. Thorne's obsession grew feral. He had you chained in his quarters at first, but soon the chains loosened as he tested your temperament. You didn't lash out; instead, you talked with him late into the night, legs shifted to human form so you could sit at his table, sharing stories of the deep. He listened, enraptured, his cocky grin fading into something hungrier.

One evening, as the ship rocked gently, Thorne burst into the cabin, eyes wild. "Saw you on deck today, legs like a man's but body like a god's." He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more scars—souvenirs from battles won with blade and fist. "You're too damn captivating. Can't stop thinking about worshipping you."

You stood, towering slightly over him in your shifted form, your two cocks already stirring beneath the loose fabric Thorne had given you. "And if I take what I want instead?"

His breath hitched, confidence cracking into submission. "Try me."

Thorne shoved you against the wooden wall, his body pressing close, heat radiating through his clothes. "I've plundered treasures from kings, but you... you're the only one I want to keep chained." His hands roamed, assertive and unyielding, stripping the remnants of seaweed from your skin. You could have fought—your siren strength was no myth—but his intensity stirred something in you, a dominant urge to turn the tables.

Pushing back, you flipped him onto the bunk, your transformed legs straddling his hips. "Chained? We'll see who binds who." Your hands tore at his shirt, revealing the hidden glory: those heavy huge breasts, full and milky, nipples hardening under your gaze. Thorne's breath hitched, his cocky facade cracking into submissive need. "F-Fuck, touch me," he demanded, but his voice wavered, eyes pleading.

You groped them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh until beads of milk leaked from his dark nipples. He arched, moaning loud enough for the crew to hear, not caring—thriving on it. Your fingers dipped lower, yanking open his breeches to expose the plump juicy cunt, no cock for him, just that tight, aching hole framed by dark curls, begging to be filled, already slick and swollen, lips parting invitingly. His big round ass clenched as you palmed it, the jiggle sending a thrill through you.

"Obsessed already, Captain?" you teased, your own arousal surging. Between your legs, your unique siren gift stirred—two thick cocks emerging, hard and veined, one curving slightly, the other straight and throbbing.

"Two? Gods, you'll ruin me." Thorne's eyes widened, then darkened with hunger. "You know what?—take me, both of you." He spread his legs wide, assertive possessiveness melting into eager submission as you positioned yourself.

You thrust the first cock into his plump juicy cunt, stretching the tight walls that clenched greedily around you. "A-Ah! So full—your cocks splitting me open!" He gasped, Thorne's hands gripped your shoulders, nails digging in, but he yielded, hips bucking up to meet your rhythm, those heavy breasts bouncing with the motion. Milk dribbled down his scarred chest as you leaned in, sucking a nipple hard, drawing out more of the sweet fluid while pounding deeper.

Not satisfied, you angled the second cock against his ass, the big round cheeks parting as you pushed in slow, savoring the resistance giving way. Double penetration filled him completely—cunt and ass stuffed, your cocks rubbing against each other through the thin barrier inside him. Thorne cried out, voice breaking into a submissive whine. "H-Harder—fuck me like you own me! Hngh!!"

You obliged, dominant rhythm slamming into him, one hand pinning his wrists above his head. His body jiggled with every thrust, ass rippling, breasts heaving. He came first, intensely—cunt spasming around your cock, squirting juices that soaked the sheets, ass clenching the other in waves. "Yes—yours! Argh!" he roared, possessive even in ecstasy, nails raking your back.

But you weren't done. Pulling out, you flipped him onto all fours, re-entering both holes from behind. His big round ass slapped against your hips, the sound echoing in the cabin. Thorne pushed back, submissive yet demanding more, his cocky grin flashing over his shoulder. "Show the crew what they've lost—Hngh! make me scream!"

You did, thrusting relentlessly, fucked him hard, one cock grinding against his inner walls while the other pressed deeper, hitting spots that made him whimper submissively. Sweat slicked your bodies, the slap of skin echoing in the cabin. "Mine to fill," you growled, biting his shoulder, leaving a hickey that bloomed red. groping his milky breasts from behind, pinching nipples until he shattered again, Thorne moaned, possessive even in surrender. "Yes—mark me everywhere. Show the crew I'm yours. A-AH! cumming!!" He came first, cunt spasming around your shafts, milking them as his release soaked your thighs.

multiple orgasms ripping through him. Cum leaked from his cunt, mixing with milk as he trembled, but he begged for another round.

Hours blurred into a haze of positions—missionary where you watched his face contort in bliss, reverse cowgirl with him riding your dual cocks, his ass jiggling wildly. Each time, he came harder, body quaking, juices flooding. Finally, sated for the moment, you both dressed—or half-dressed, Thorne's shirt open to flaunt the hickeys blooming on his neck and the bite marks on his breasts.

He dragged you topside, assertive arm around your waist, pulling you close in front of his wide-eyed crew. "Behold my siren," he announced cockily, tilting his head to show off a fresh bruise. "And these marks? Proof he's claimed me as much as I have him. Dare to touch him and you all are dead." The crew muttered, but none dared speak. Thorne ground against you subtly, his plump cunt still throbbing under breeches, whispering, "Later, in the crow's nest—fuck me where they can hear."

Back in the cabin that night, after another grueling round—your cocks buried deep, him on his back with legs wrapped around you—Thorne's obsession deepened. As you both panted, spent, he traced your jaw, possessive gleam in his eyes. "Stay with me, siren. No more outcast life. I'll protect you… and maybe you'll fill me with more than just cum."

You obliged, slamming in until his legs shook, cum from earlier still leaking. This time, something deeper stirred—an oviposition urge, ancient siren instinct. As you neared climax, your cocks pulsed, not just with seed but with small, firm eggs forming at their tips—eggs that could take root in his fertile cunt, binding you eternally.

Thorne sensed it, grinding lazily against you, eyes glazing with fanatic need. "Ah-Hah! Give it to me—your eggs. Do it. Breed me. make me swell with your young. Make me yours forever. AHHH!!!"

Climax hit like a storm. You growled, burying deep. As a siren, your release was more—oviposition kicked in, small, pearl-like eggs slipping from your tips, embedding in his fertile depths. The first egg pushed from one cock, slick and round, stretching his cunt further as it lodged inside. Thorne's eyes rolled back, his own orgasm crashing as his cunt spasmed, squirting around you. Milk gushed from his breasts, soaking the sheets. Then the second from your other shaft, nestling beside it. Cum followed, sealing them in, your release bloating his belly slightly.

Thorne collapsed against the railing, hand on his abdomen, obsessed grin feral. "Pregnant with your siren spawn. No one touches what's mine—and you're mine forever." He turned, kissing you fiercely, possessive even in afterglow. "Mine," he whispered again, nuzzling your neck. "Forever, outcast. And I'll show the world what you did to me."

Days blurred into weeks on the Black Serpent. Thorne's belly slightly rounding with the oviposition's gift—eggs growing, his body adapting to the fantasy of your union. He strutted prouder, shirt unlaced to show the swell, hickeys and bites a map of your claim. He kept you close, his unhealthy obsession growing. In public, on deck under the stars, he'd drop to his knees, sucking your dual cocks while the crew averted eyes—or not, since he reveled in it. "Look at my siren," he'd boast, hickeys blooming on his tan throat, ass marked with handprints. During storms, he'd ride you submissively in the captain's quarters, cunt greedy for more double fills, whispering possessive vows. "I'll kill any who look at you wrong. You're my siren, my everything." submissive moans echoing as you double-fucked him again, more eggs taking root.

His belly began to swell, a subtle roundness under his suit from the oviposition pregnancy. Milk leaked constantly now, staining his shirt, but he wore it proudly, groping your cocks in front of his men to stake his claim. You, the caring siren, found yourself entangled—not just in chains, but in this twisted bond. Humans like Thorne? They were worth the risk.

One night, as waves lapped the hull, Thorne straddled you on the bed, his pregnant form heavier, breasts even larger and milkier. "Fuck me again," he demanded, assertive fire in his eyes, guiding your cocks to his entrances. You obliged, thrusting up into his juicy cunt and jiggling ass, the eggs inside him shifting with each pound. He came first, screaming your name, body quaking as you filled him anew.

And you, once outcast, found a twisted home in his obsession, legs or tail, always entangled in his scarred embrace.

The night stretched on, rounds blending into dawn, his body a canvas of your dominance, his submission fueling your care. Thorne, the feared pirate, was yours—and you, the captivating siren, had ensnared him completely.

In this pirate-siren world, obsession bred something fierce—and fertile.

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Just Jack ✨️🖤

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My Lizzie Design!!!!!

Been sitting on this for a while

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The Little Mermaid AU

The classic tale of a little mermaid who wanted to be human and be with the man she saved from a shipwreck, all she had to do was trade her voice and tail for a pair of legs and she could be with him... unless she was caught in the net of a pirate ship, unable to speak or get to dry land.

What is she to do?

(Unfiltered on Patreon)

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INTRODUCING!!

Zephyr/"Sunny"

(He/they/she, in order of preference)

He is an Inkling/Ixajür (a shapeshifting humanoid with an ink-like natural form), but this is the form and name(s) he uses on the pirate ship where the main plot is set. Yapping + alt versions below

Warnings: partial nudity (non-explicit), scars (including sh scars)

Zephyr is a new character for a sort of second-generation arc of Leviathan's Guild, my (and my cousin's) fantasy pirate story. They're fairly new to the Scylla (the pirate ship the story takes place on) and become the apprentice of Alistor, the ship's navigator and protagonist of the first generation of the story. On the ship, Zephyr's bright and optimistic personality earns him the nickname "Sunny," which the crew quickly adopts as his name. Zephyr's no stranger to new names, though (as illustrated by the long list of other aliases).

Before continuing, though, I'd like to point out how nice of a silhouette he has because just LOOK AT IT

Shapeshifters aren't popular among any of the other species, prompting Ixajür to hide their true nature and often assume one or multiple consistent forms to live among the other species. Zephyr was no exception. The crew of the Scylla doesn't know the truth; not even the captain does, nor Alistor. Most of them assume her to be a hybrid of some sort, which isn't uncommon among the ship's personnel; Alistor himself is a hybrid.

Before joining the crew of the Scylla, Zephyr bounced around a lot. I'm still working out their backstory, but I know for certain that over and over again they've had to leave one home after another, one family after another, whether it be because of death or war or their supposed friends finding out what they are and chasing them away. He's just about accepted that as his fate. When he joins the Scylla's crew, he doesn't expect to stay long, in fact he only boarded the ship in the first place to get away from his most recent disaster. She planned to reach the pirates' destination, change form and name again, and vanish without a trace, but he ends up tangled in the ship's messy family and attached to a silent stowaway, and for a moment he dares to hope he's found a home after all. Just as long as his past stays in the past...

Also! The black patterns are tattoos; those and the scars stay throughout all of their forms. There is a lore reason for the tattoos! I just... haven't come up with it yet.

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Made a more detailed bust shot for my pirate character, who is now named Vesper!

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I’m here, I’m just checking tumblr time to time 👁️

Drew an asshole pirate man of mine named Garrett