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slvttyplum · 12 days

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Requesting….Cum play w satoru…who cums a lot…cum…(pretty pls 😋)

satoru’s special talent when it came to sex was that he could cum a lot, he came inside and out and could go on for hours, it was maximum stamina for him, it was endless cum.

as much as satoru loved to fill you to the brim with cum and watch it leak out of you while you whined for him to do it again, he also loved seeing it on your face and just all over your body in general.

the sight was special, his milk cum slowly leaking down your pretty face and into your tits while he came more into your stomach, while you just laid there taking it.

his cum was so warm and felt good, his little grunts whenever he would finish while looking at you hold your tongue out, your hands rubbing over his cum rubbing it down your chest and to your stomach.

slipping your fingers covered with his cum into your mouth sucking them clean, your tongue swirling around your fingers sliding in between them and swallowing it.

once he saw that your face, tits and stomach were all covered up, he would take his thumb and press down on the tip of your tongue and cum inside your mouth, making sure he got every drip out.

your eyes fluttering as you feel his cum squirt onto your cum, his taste melting onto your taste buds making your core tingle and your nipples hard, you didn’t care how it tasted, but his cum only made you want more.

after he was done covering you with cum, he would fuck you until you were filled up, your stomach was hurting, and you were crying out for more, knowing you couldn’t take any more even if you tried. That's what he taught you.

“look at you, my little cum slut.” making you ride him covered with cum so he could watch you make yourself cream on his dick, it made his chest warm and tingly knowing that it was you and no one else who could take his cum.

no one else would be riding him with a smile on their face, cum dripping off their face, and stomach-interlocked fingers with him. it made him happy to hope that you loved him and could take him no matter what.

“keep going until you’re leaking baby.” his eyes lighting up when he sees you bouncing faster, sounds of his cum and your fluid mixing together as your skin flashes against him.

his hands holding your feet while your hands on his shoulder for stability so that you could go faster and squeeze the cum out of him, the way you rode him was like no other.

your skin and his cum combining like a good lotion, you looked so good, it wasn’t just the fact that you were covered in cum, it was the fact that you look gorgeous covered in his cum.

it was milky, like an icing, and you fit perfectly to have it covered all over you. your body bouncing up and down rapidly as your hands run over your breasts and stomach, rubbing it all over.

the feeling of it on your hand made you feel good, your walls clenching around him as you cum and his tip squeezing more cum inside of you.

his warm cum filling you up, this was a feeling you wish you could feel all day long.

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spidernuggets · 3 months

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stole this thought from my friend 🫶

Jason loves taking showers with you. And not only for the times when he takes the opportunity to bend you over as you lean against the wall.

But he loves the bare skin to skin contact. He loves to remember what you feel like, and he likes to remember your touch. He likes the way you trace his scars that he believes tainted his body while you smeared body wash all over him. You always scolded him that the 3 in 1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash weren't as effective as advertised.

But you don't see his body as tarnished or ruined. His scars became a part of him. Just another feature that you love. He liked the way his back was turned. The suds quickly slid down the waves of his muscles. The way your index finger traced along the large, healed gash along his shoulder that stopped at where his spine was located.

He shuddered, and his heart raced when you placed a kiss on it. Like you did with every other scar.

This was your ritual.

You'd wait for him to come home to you, and when he did, he'd stench of gunpowder and iron. So you'd strip away his suit, he can finally breathe, his adrenaline dying down, and you drag him along into the shower.

In some nights where he had some extra energy, the late night showers would end with the water being lukewarm and mixed with both of your milky slicks.

But during most nights like these, he absorbs your soft affection, letting your hands roam and explore his body, loosening up the knots in his upper back, massaging his shoulders.

And when he turns back around to face you, his body towering over you as he blocks the water's path down to you, his arm reaches for your sides, hands following down the shape of your figure. His fingers smooth over the water that makes your skin glisten under the artificial light, calloused palms against your smooth hips, gently squeezing them, pulling you closer.

He rests his chapped lips against your forhead, whispering, 'I love you's as you say it back, the sounds of splashing water muffling your confessions.

You always loved showering with Jason right when he gets home. And it isn't only because you get to see him naked under 5 minutes after he comes through your fire escape. But also because you discover new features around him, sometimes in areas where you wouldn't particularly see when he's fully clothes.

There would be a new wound that you wrapped in waterproof bandages before stepping into the shower. But you'd make a mental note to give the new permanently damaged skin as much love, care and devotion as the rest of Jason's body.

You loved showering with Jason because it was an opportunity for you to appreciate him, his body, and the flaws that come with it. It was an opportunity for you to show your endless love for Jason because you know that he needs the constant reminder that someone truly loves him. And to prove the horrible voices that gnaw the back of his head, telling him that he's not good enough that they're wrong.

Because Jason is more than enough. Because you love him as much as he loves you.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 3 months

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The Idol's Lovers — Bathroom

Pairings: Izana x reader

Warnings: Dom male!reader, bodyguard!reader, sub Idol!Izana, semi-public sexual acts, masturbation, brief oral + cum swallowing, smut within smut

Summary: An hour before one of his performances, Izana scrolls on social media out of boredom. Amongst the fan art, fancams, memes, and gif sets; a few particular posts catch the white-haired idol's attention. He is unable to stop his growing arousal and ducks away into a staff bathroom to take care of his 'problem'.

“Ah-! Mmph-! ” Muffled moans echo inside of the cheaply lit room, accompanying slick sounds as the idol's hand vigorously pumps his dick.

"Izana's back arched while the tall man behind him pounded his virgin hole, slamming his cheek against the wall hard enough to bruise. — The larger man forced his fat cock inside Izana's tight ass. The bratty idol came immediately; his cock dripped with milky cum, making a mess on the dressing room floor. — The two bodyguards stuffed his holes, stretching him to his limit. Their cocks unloaded inside of his warm throat and tight ass simultaneously; rendering the spoiled idol useless as he became addicted to their rough treatment and endless loads of cum."

These were the stories that coaxed the young man into jacking off in the dingy bathroom. With his shirt rolled up and clamped between his teeth, soaking the fabric in drool, and his back pressed into the wall — Izana held his phone with one hand; scrolling back to the parts of the fanfiction that caused his dick to twitch and ooze more precum. His other hand never left his hard cock as he fucked into his fist with urgency.

The burn from staring at his phone screen became more obvious, bringing tears to the corners of his eyes. He was glued to the screen — addicted to the filthy prose that his fans wrote about him.

“Where the hell did he go now...” You muttered to yourself. Receiving concerned glances from the other staff members as your heavy, rushed footsteps passed by. His input is required for these last few details of the lighting and he's nowhere to be found, once again...

Pulling your phone from your back pocket with a huff, you checked the app that showed you Izana's location — it was your idea for him to install it. Only you, Izana, and his other most trusted bodyguard, Kakucho, were privy to using this app amongst each other. No one else was allowed to keep tabs on the idol the same way that his personal guards were allowed.

“Found you, ya little shit.” You whispered, annoyed at spending precious time on a wild goose chase.

A picture perfect image of desperation — Izana's head tipped back, pressing into the tile wall almost uncomfortably, while his wrist twisted with every stroke. He wasn't even trying to be quiet anymore; loud, yet still muffled by his shirt, moans filled the room. Sweaty, nearly crying, and out of breath, the beloved idol was seconds away from an orgasm–

The loud bang from the door hitting the wall startled Izana; hips stuttering intensely while his pretty eyes widened.

“...Really?” Was the only word you were able to muster right now. Just, really? His fans were out there screaming and cheering for him and he's jerking off in a gross toilet?

A pathetic whimper pulled your full attention towards Izana, who hadn't slowed down his movements, mind you. His big, teary eyes wordlessly begged for anything to push him over the edge; to give him the release that he so desperately needed right now...

Without thinking, you marched over. Crouching down in front of Izana's trembling form, “Mr. Kurokawa,” you said sternly, and with a twinge of annoyance laced into your tone, “if you stay in here any longer you will be late.”

Using one strong hand to hold the idol's wrist away from his leaking cock, and the other to grip his exposed waist, you took all of Izana into your mouth at once. The taste of his precum hit you immediately, it's flavour rather strong seeing as there was so much of it used to lube up his cock. This doesn't deter you, however. You bob your head along the idol's length with the help of his wetness, expertly wringing an overwhelming orgasm out of him.

Izana cries, bucking his hips roughly against your face, forcing his dick further into your mouth and kissing the back of your throat with his tip — cumming inside with a groan.

Some of his cum lingers in your mouth even after he pulls out; it tastes stronger than his precum. It clings to the insides of your cheeks and coats your tongue in a thin film.

“Hah...now then, y-you need to get your ass back out there and talk to the lighting crew.” You said in between breaths. Izana was slightly dazed from the intense pleasure, needing to be dragged out of the room by his arm. “Honestly Mr. Kurokawa...like a horny teenager sometimes...”

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somnambulic-thing · 2 months

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Long Way Home

Eddie x afab!reader || E, 2k ish

||established relationship, fluff, domestic, smut, intimacy, references to Pet Sematary by Stephen King (talk of burying/resurrecting a body), talk of crawling into somebody/nothing graphic, just nerds in love you know the flavor||

A/N: thank you @bettyfrommars and @allthingsjoeq for keeping me sane(ish) while I overthink shit for way too long. <3

The road ahead seems endless, winding on and on like a river of tar whose rigid monotony makes it feel like you’re hardly moving at all.

Your forehead rests against the cool window while your gaze rests on the Milky Way that peppers the clear night sky with its cool ethereal shine. From the speakers, a calm deep voice tells a story about a zombi cat and other atrocities, giving Eddie’s tired mind something thrilling to focus on while he steers the car through the wee hours of a Monday that will very likely be just as dragging as the long way home from the concert that lies behind you. Behind your eyes, moments of the night keep repeating, filling your chest with that special tingling that’s the euphoria of freshly made memories one never wants to forget. Next to you, something cracks, ripping you out of your thoughts, making you flinch before you turn.

“Fuck, Munson,” you groan. “Was that your neck?”

“Aye,” Eddie chuckles and rubs a knuckle over the bag under his eye while keeping both firmly on the road. You know there are copious amounts of willpower and maybe a little magic at work for him not to slam his foot to the gas to cut the last forty minutes down as much as physics and the engine allow. “M’ afraid I’m slowly decaying here.”

The back of your fingers trace over his cheekbone, his profile a sight to behold even in the dark, even with the night chipping away at him.

“I know a good place to bury you,” you say and his lips twitch as he swiftly glances at you.

“You maybe want to give that a second thought, sweetheart.”

“Ah,” you flick your hand dismissively. “You’ll be as good as new. A little stinky, maybe.”

“Aaaand plenty homicidal,” he laughs and combes a hand through his hair, leaving his bangs a little messy. “You’d do that for me?”

“F’course.”

You twist in your seat and reach into the back, fumbling around in the mess of clothes and snacks until your fingers graze the hard, smooth surface of what you’re looking for while Eddie rewinds the tape.

There’s a hiss as the rim of the bottle cap first bends and then gives way with a pop that synchronizes perfectly with the sharp click the play button makes under his fingertip. You pluck a straw out of an empty Coke bottle and transfer it into the full one and Eddie’s lips are already parted and waiting when you bend over in this well-practiced ritual. Not long and half the liquid is gone. Eddie releases the straw with an ahhh and you nearly choke on a laugh and a sip of your own when a happily belched thanks resounds inside the confined space of the car.

“Shit, keep missing that part,” he huffs and you rewind the tape before he can reach out to do so. “Love you,” he says with a tired smile in his voice and you press play again.

—

The trailer park is quiet. So quiet that the silence feels heavy - almost like a scolding - after Eddie finally turns off the engine; or maybe it’s just the exhaustion pulling on your bones, it’s hard to tell.

Eddie slumps his head against the backrest and groans. A pale sliver of light illuminates the outline of his throat, stretched long and exposed, Adam’s apple moving languidly as he takes a deep deep breath and swallows a yawn.

You decide he deserves a treat, are fairly sure he needs one and so you lean in and trace the tip of your nose to the soft spot below his ear where you place a kiss that makes him shiver and tilt his head to the side; an invitation that never fails to rush your blood up to your cheeks and spread this warmth that he likes to kiss so much.

“More,” he hums, hand patting the air between you in search of your thigh. You lace your fingers together and smile into his skin, taking your time to breathe him in, to fill your head with that rush that is his scent. It’s been a long day and the proof lingers in his hairline, more earthy, laced with smoke and sweat; it’s the smell of adventure and time well spent.

A kiss won’t do. You have to taste him.

Baring teeth, you run the edge along salty skin before you sink them in, stirring a raspy groan that vibrates through his throat. A hand cups the back of your head, fingers twitching when you release him from your jaws, tugging with a sluggish impatience as you lick and kiss the bite to soothe. You comply, follow the quiet plea of heavy arms enveloping you to pull you in close. Knees bump as two rigid, tired bodies twist and shuffle to slot together as much as the interior of the car allows. He buries his face in your shoulder, lets himself sink against you and sighs; a heavy, muffled sound that speaks of the relief of being home.

Now you just have to get inside.

“Now for it! Now for the last gasp!” you quote his favorite Hobbit and wind your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, your nails raking over his scalp in gentle encouragement.

The warmth of a pressed-out breath seeps through your jumper and travels down your spine. Eddie’s hands follow its trail, fingers flexing on your back to grab two fists full of fabric to hold on to. He turns his head enough to free his mouth from your shoulder.

“If you’re not going to carry me, dear Sam, I’ll need a minute,” he says and presses a kiss to your neck before he hides his face again.

Six hours until both of you have to get up and ready for work but you would give him one full hour if he asked for it.

The exhaustion weighing him down goes deeper than mere tiredness and stiffness of joints, is of that kind that comes after catharsis: two hours of violent drums, screaming guitars and eye-watering bass, of shouting ones heart out in an angry choir of strangers that had been kin for one night, a raging rampart between you and the world, a safe place to come out of hiding and get lost between hot, sweating bodies, to bruise and to be bruised in a collective exorcism that leaves mind and soul raw and sore but oh so light and clear.

It had hit him hard this time.

Your hands wander; fingertips rubbing circles into tense, aching muscles right at the back of his skull where you know a night like hits him hardest. Eddie huffs and sighs as you work your way down his neck until a long deep moan is your sign to pay that spot a little extra attention. It’s nothing short of intoxicating, the way he melts into you, his voice so close to your ear—

…oh fuuuck, right there…

— his hands on a quest of their own, gathering up the fabric on your back until the cool night air amplifies the heat of his palms on your skin. You trace your nose along the side of his face, straining your neck doing so; but not for long. Eddie lifts his head at last, brings your foreheads together, firmly, urgently, and a little groan sneaks in between the puffs of air that tickle on your lower lip; it’s almost a frustrated sound, as if he’s striving to overcome the layers of skin and skull separating him from you. His nails dig in below your shoulder blades, the sting sweet and the scratch even more so when he drags them down the length of your back like he’s using his last strength to claw his way into you.

You tilt your head and kiss him. Slow slow oh so slow is the slide of lips and hands, the teasing of teeth and tongues and soon there is more salt to lap from his hot throat and the hard line of his cock straining inside his pants.

“So,” he breaths heavily into your open mouth, “we gonna rock paper scissors out who’s gonna do the fucking or what?”

It’s more a snort than a laugh that leaves you and then the car is filled with giggles and the rustle of fabric as you peel yourself out of his arms. “Why waste time with three rounds of rock,” you say impatiently wiggling out of your long-car-ride-sweatpants and soaked car-make-out panties, “when we both know you’ll lose with paper anyway.”

“Lies,” he rasps and leans back in his seat. “Slander.”

A soft patch of light reveals hooded black eyes over a waning crescent smile and he palms himself while he watches you undress, hissing at the touch before he hooks his thumbs into both waistbands and shoves with everything he has.

Eddie is still shuffling in his seat when you wrap your hand around him; hot and hard and smooth. He yelps then groans and bites the back of his hand while you slowly slide his foreskin back and your thumb over the tip to spread the wetness waiting for you. “M’ not going to last ten seconds if you p-play with me like that, shiiit,” he grits out between his teeth as his hand wraps around your wrist like a plea for mercy. “Just fuck me, please? Just fuck me.”

His hold on you is desperate; impatient hands pawing and pulling as you climb him with such haste you bump your knee on the door and the steering wheel into your back. Impatient hands turn slow and soft as they move to soothe what's bound to bruise.

“You ok, little monster?”

“Perfect, doc.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, feel it twitch and curl and then part for a sharp breath as you reach down to guide him inside you.

Somewhere in his chest, pleasure and fatigue collide and vacate his lungs as a breathy “F-fuuuck,” that’s the sound of a man saved from certain death. You match it with a moan as you sink further down on him and shudder as he fills this aching, hollow place inside you while his nails leave little crescents on your skin.

“Slow slow slow slow slow…” he chants and drops his head to your shoulder. Softly huffed moans tickle your neck as you take him oh so slowly, pull his hair oh so slightly to make him kiss you oh so messily. He’s pliable, molds himself around your form and clings to you like a thin shirt in a downpour. A familiar heat spreads through your loins and up your belly while the glacial pace starts to burn in your thighs and makes them tremble.

“You close?” he pants, voice strained around the edges.

“Not yet… are you?— aaah—“ impatient hands grab your ass and push you down before he wraps his arms around you to keep you that way - full, oh so full of him it makes you gasp and squirm —

“Yeah,” he says, wet, hot mouth smushed into your cheek. “Need you to come first,” he slides a greedy hand in the tight space between you, “s’ my favorite thing, those little earthquakes inside of you—“

“Oh s-shit—“ you jolt, nerves set ablaze by words and fingers alike.

“Fuckfuckfuck feels like m’ halfway to your soul, just… just fucking grind on me, sweetheart— Christ, yes…”

And so you grind grind grind, keeping him buried oh. so. deep. and with a slight tilt of your hips and Eddie’s thumb on your clit your legs are trembling again.

It’s a desperate tangle of limbs, digging of teeth and nails, his hair in your mouth and your name in his over and over and the soft squeek squeek squeek of the seat that’s sticky against your chins and knees.

It’s not an eruption, when the heat has nowhere to go anymore, but a low, heavy rumble and as soon as the first wave rolls over you, Eddie lets go so you can go under together.

You still tense around his twitching cock when your bodies have ceased the writhing and twitching; the air is filled with dissonant panting and the heavy silence of a night that’s much closer to dawn than to dusk.

Eddie’s lips rest on your pulse, nose smushed against your jaw. No teeth; even the last bite has left him now. His head dips in that tell-tale way and he makes a long, low sound that turns into a yawn.

“Dn’t wanna m’ve…” he mumbles.

“M’neither.”

So you don’t.

Not until his cock is soft and slowly slipping out of you and you’re fuzzy with the promise of deep blue slumber. When your state of undress has been reversed, the mess on the seat smudged somewhere on the back of Eddie’s pants, he leans in for one more kiss.

“Guess y’ can carry me in now.”

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revasserium · 2 months

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Ma’am your writhing is immaculate!!! If possible can we have a rafayel falling backwards?

falling backwards

rafayel; 1,670 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", slight!suggestiveness, fade to black, the slightest spoilers for raf's bday card, existential cuteness?

summary: the sky forgets, but the sea remembers

a/n: this is rly short and sweet, with a sprINKLE of spice in there for the bday boi!! happy belated my fav mermaid oi

lost and found.

He has waited for you for a thousand years.

And like, this he thinks he could wait for you a thousand more.

“Do you remember?” he asks, his thumb running along the thick rim of his coffee mug, the morning sun pouring thick and lemon-sweet through the endless windows of his vast studio.

“A little,” you say, your eyes fixed on your own coffee, steam still rising in faint, ghostly tendrils above the milky surface.

“Only a little?” Rafayel sighs, leaning back in his chair, his white shirt buttoned carelessly to the middle of his chest, revealing a strip of smooth, unmarred skin beneath. You lick your lips and take a sip of your steaming coffee, cheeks warming as you try to look anywhere else.

“I was just a kid…” you say, a little rueful of his disappointment, but Rafayel only laughs, leaning forward to dip a finger into the chantilly cream dollopped on top of the bowl of fruit sitting in the middle of the table. He reaches out and swipes a bit onto the tip of your nose, making you jerk back, going slightly cross-eyed as you frown.

“Hey!”

“There she is —” he nods, apparently satisfied as he sucks the remaining cream from the tip of his finger, eyes flickering up to meet yours, “There’s that laugh I love so much…”

You somehow find it in yourself to blush and look away, the abashedness of all your previous and younger years welling up inside you, only to crest up your neck and into your cheeks like the morning tide, staining your skin in the color of sunrise. Rafayel watches you with a pleased glint in his eyes, his tongue flickering out to wet his lips.

“You promised you’d come back for me,” he says, pushing his mouth up into a childish pout. You fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“That I don’t remember,” you say, petulant, as you wipe the bit of cream from your nose, scrunching your face to make sure there’s no more. But it’s a lie — though not entirely. You do remember, but only in the way the most important memories always fade with time, tucking themselves into the forgotten corners of your mind until they’re needed. And then up they come, floating to the top of your mind’s eye in flickers and goldfish flashes, like brightly colored fins caught in the morning light, just beneath the water’s shimmering surface.

“Liar,” Rafayel says, and you don’t refute him. He takes a long sip of his coffee and casts his eyes towards the distant horizon beyond his huge, studio windows. The air smells of burgeoning spring, of melting snow and drying paint. Of empty canvases and seafoam and the dewdrops lingering on the leaves of freshly budding flowers.

You press your palms to the warmth of the thick ceramic mug cupped between your hands.

“But… you found me again, didn’t you?”

a whole new world.

The entire world is 70% water. So you know this. So Rafayel tells you.

“The other 30% though, I had no way of seeing, of knowing —” his eyes are faraway as you sit, shoulders pressed against each other, a thick blanket wrapped around you both as the morning chill threatens to seep right into the marrow of your bones.

“I wanted to see the world — the whole world — not just the parts that were sunken under water.”

He says the words sunken like a curse, but you lower your eyes to your hands, clasped in your lap, and you wonder if things enveloped by the soft embrace of water might have it better than the bits of the world doomed to be above it.

“Y’know… I wanted to be a pilot when I was a kid,” you say, leaning back and casting your eyes far up towards the endless sky, the horizons brightening in silken steams of pinks and yellows. Still, the sky directly above you with color of a healing bruise, and a thick, unrelenting darkness simmers along the opposite skyline like a crouched cat, waiting for the sun to turn her head before leaping back up again.

“You did? I thought… well, honestly, I thought all Hunters would’ve wanted to become Hunters from when they were kids.”

You shrug, laughing, “You’re not wrong, but… I thought — how cool must it be to fly the planes that Hunters rode in for their bigger missions? How cool would it be to pilot something into Deepspace? I mean… there’s so much out there that we don’t know…”

Rafayel turns toward you. You flash him a soft, indulgent smile.

“So… in that sense, we’re not so different — we both wanted to see part of the world that we hadn’t before. Parts of the world that we didn’t have access to but… I was thinking about it and… isn’t that a kind of running away too?”

Rafayel stills, his breath going shallow as he turns back to watch the far horizon, where the dawn is rising like a great phoenix, feathers burning, her throat full of bright orange light, and suddenly, all the stories and legends make sense.

“The sea remembers everything the sky forgets…” Rafayel says, never taking his eyes off the rising sun, “That’s what my teacher used to tell me. Artists — we try to remember the things that the world tries to forget too — we paint moments and feelings, try to capture a second in time, even though we’re doomed to fail, over and over again.”

You turn to glance at him, and you catch him staring. Your eyes meet and it’s not so unlike the colliding of lost stars. He reaches out to trace a finger along the edge of your cheek and you feel your breath burning like sunrise in your chest, and suddenly, there’s an entire world caught in your belly, a rising dawn feathering its way out of your throat —

Kiss me, you want to say. Instead, you say, “Happy birthday.”

Thanks, it looks like he might say.

He leans in to kiss you instead.

calculations.

Later, when the sun has risen and set once more, when the tides have come and gone again, when the moon hangs high and envious in the late winter sky and he has his lips pressed to yours, the taste of your pleas slick and sweet on his tongue, he wonders if a lifetime under water has just been preparation for this.

He traces the seashell shapes of his fingers along the white sand beaches of your skin, dropping kisses into the moonlit pools caught in the dip of your collarbones.

“R-Raf —”

He savors in the way your breath catches and cuts, the way he can sever them with silver scissors as he laves his tongue across the midnight bruises blooming along your shoulder, your chest, your hips, the soft, plush insides of your thighs.

“Don’t you think you owe me at least this much?” he asks, his own voice a soft rasp as he pulls back, panting, “After leaving me alone all those years ago… making me wait for so long?”

You keen, head pressing back into the soft feather-down pillows of the mountain-top chalet, lips kissed pink, your cheeks flushed dark with color.

“I — please — more —”

“Mm…” Rafayel grins as he cocks his head, drinking in the sight of you spread out beneath him, “Since you asked so nicely…”

He figures that the human body is also made 70% water. Of salt and gravity. Of the mind forgetting while the body remembers.

Of oxygen and the stuff of lost and wandering stars.

“Tell me one more time,” he says, bending down to graze his lips along your earlobe. He savors in the way your body shakes with shivers, the slick of sweat, the soft break in your voice as moan his name.

“Raf - a - yel — please. I want — I want you.”

hiraeth.

“Do you… ever miss home?”

You try to think about how it might feel to miss a home you can no longer go back to, to come from a place that everyone around you has written off as legend — about the doubt and uncertainty, but about the freedom too.

It’s the morning after, except this time, you’re tucked into the bend of his arm, your ankles locked beneath the twisted sheets, his hair a tangled mess, haloed around his face against the soft white of the pillows.

“Home… doesn’t always have to be a place, y’know.”

“Yeah… I know that.”

“Oh? You do?”

Rafayel smiles, a thing of tenderness and salt, even as he tucks you close. Like this, you wonder if he knows that there’s an entire ocean locked beneath the dark of his gaze.

“Sure I do. Ever since that day — on the beach, my home hasn’t really been Lemuria.”

You swallow passed the dryness collecting in your throat like so much soft, white sand.

“Then…”

Rafayel lets out a puff of laughter, turning his eyes towards the ceiling.

“C’mon, I thought you had to be smart to pass the Hunter exams.”

You crinkle your nose and inch in closer.

“Maybe… maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

You don’t miss the way his ears go red as he makes a show of sighing, glancing back towards you with a helpless smile.

“Fine, fine — ahem… here it goes,” he says, clearing his throat with perhaps too much pomp and circumstance.

“Ever since that day on the beach… my home hasn’t really been Lemuria…” his voice trails off as his eyes soften and he turns to face you properly, the teasing lilt seeping from his voice until the only thing left is warmth and honesty and you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Since then… my home’s always been… you.”

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If there was one thing in the whole of Teyvat that Kaveh's partners could agree on, it was how to push his buttons. You and Alhaitham were seemingly quiet, awfully mature and sensible to the average naive outsider's view. Kaveh knew the true nature of you both. In more ways than one, he was astounded at the level of coordination the pair had when they came together. Metaphorically and physically he supposed.

Kaveh swore the two of you conspired against him often, somehow telepathically communicating, corroborating, scheming dare he say. Plotting endless hours of absolute torture (pleasure) against him, surely they had a secret planning room, with a dedicated blackboard and all. Call him dramatic, he dares you. He just found it curious that you and Alhaitham knew the exact little things to say, to touch, to pay attention to to drive him mad. Mad? Alright he was embarrassed, that he was absolute putty in the hands of his partners, falling victim to absolute ecstasy at their will.

Alhaitham's skilful hand paws at Kaveh's pretty cock, tracing delicate lines over the prominent vein running up his length. He runs his fingertips through the sweet milky cum that drips from his sticky head, tapping at his flushed tip. Kaveh sighs and leans back into him, head tucked under his chin, legs spread wide over Alhaitham's thighs. You sit below them, kissing and biting at Kaveh's spread thighs, leaving pretty purple bruises over his creamy skin. Kaveh whimpers, you lap at the underside of his length, bumping Alhaitham's fingers with your tongue. You kiss at his sensitive head sweetly, giggling when Alhaitham grasps Kaveh's achey cock and taps it against your wet tongue. He could tell he was in for a long night.

Kaveh squeals as you lick and kiss at his pretty nipples, his skin sheened with a thin layer of sweat, flushed sweet and pink. You nibble at the hard bud on his chest, a sweet pinch aches in his groin. He cranes his hips upwards, earning a short spank on his thigh from Alhaitham below him, with Kaveh's leaky cock nestled in his throat. Kaveh cries out as Alhaitham swallows around him, tasting your spit and Kaveh's own cum from the previous rounds they'd put him through. You kiss him quiet, your lips plump and angry from use all over his body. You pinch at his nipples meanly, his head swims and his cock twitches in Alhaitham's mouth, spurting thick ropes of sticky cum right down his throat. The man below him groans around his length, never letting up on his pace, slowly dragging his tongue over Kaveh's swollen cock head. His mouth was warm, wet with hot spit and cum, sending electric buzzes down his cock. Kaveh flicks his head back and cries, wiggling his hips away from Alhaitham's bullying tongue. The man wraps his thick arms around Kaveh's soft thighs, holding him in place while continuing to lap at his achey cock.

Soft whimpers and whines heave from Kaveh's throat and into the soft skin of your neck. The poor man was stuck, his pretty cock nestled so sweetly into your gooey cunny, warm and pumped full of his own milky cum. His hips buck in time with Alhaitham's, pushing his achey length into you as Alhaitham fucks him from behind. Alhaitham's hips clap into Kaveh's pretty, jiggly ass, fucking his cock into his pretty pink hole. Kaveh felt like jelly, all wobbly in his legs, his pretty cock stung so good, prickled with the sweetest combination of pain and pleasure. You moan below him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing him flush to your chest, skin to skin. You kiss at his swollen lips, tonguing past them and playing with his mouth.

His pelvis slams into your own as Alhaitham ploughs into him, grinding Kaveh against your pretty, puffy clit. Kavehs cock head presses deep into your pussy, his flushed tip stinging with every raw drag of his length. Your moans become louder, you wrap your legs around Kaveh's hips, knocking into Alhaitham behind him. Your gooey cunny clenches on him as you cum, squeezing his aching length so sweetly. Your pussy milks his cock, urging him to release another impossible orgasm, Alhaitham speeds up, forcing Kaveh to ride out your orgasm with his cock. Kaveh cries, his eyes pickle with tears and his stinging cock pulses, shooting milky ropes into your sweet cunny for the nth time that night. Alhaitham bites at Kaveh's neck, his thick cock never faltering, pressing you and Kaveh together meanly. The two of you cry out, pretty clit and cock head sore and stinging, Alhaitham grinds into Kaveh hard, thick cock straining against Kaveh's walls as he dumps his heavy load into him.

The three sit there a while, plugged up all nice and pretty, groins stinging and aching dully. Alhaitham huffs a laugh into Kaveh's neck, pushing his hips forward, knocking Kaveh into you once again. Kaveh moans with his throat and you choke a small whimper, eyes bleary and wet. It seemed that someone wasn't done with the two of you just yet.

No cause I love writing in Kaveh's pov ;; he is so dramatic and pretty and beautiful and I'm aghh

I love seeing Kaveh get wrecked sue me </3

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Overhead, an endless Milky Way And an endless road underneath It leads to the Land of happiness And, turns out - to home

Imants Kalniņš, Māra Zālīte "Virs galvas mūžīgs piena ceļš"

Don't you ever think the waypoints look like star clusters?

#art bits #qsmp fanart #etoiles fanart #qsmp etoiles #i have this in three different mediums. finished one cheers #i nerded out so much here have a bit of my brain even if it makes no sense <3

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luvymuses · 2 months

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·̩͙ ݁ ˖ ⠀ dance for me, jiejie ⠀ ♡

marius von hagen x fem!reader

rated e, 15.8k words - crossposted on a03 as well my loves!

synopsis: marius’ possessive tendencies have always glimmered in a seductive aura, leaving you in a searing daze every time. however, you’ve never really encountered him spiraling out of control before, consumed by utter jealousy… until a conceited heir catches you both indulging in public sex and proposes a threesome. your seething and livid fiance ends up binding him to a new task: counting how many times marius makes you cum.

tags: voyeurism. exhibitionism. dirty talk. dry humping. lap dance. strip tease. vaginal fingering. blow job. deepthroating. pussy eating. cock riding. marking. spooning. ass & pussy spanking. temperature play. ice play. breeding kink. praise. degradation. marathon sex. hot tub sex. balcony sex. chair sex. public sex. possessive sex. loud sex. rough sex. vaginal sex. possessive behavior. jealousy. porn with plot. sexual tension. shameless smut. marius orders the other guy to wear a cock ring. possessive, jealous marius fucking you round after round until you’re a cum filled mess.

only the moon witnessed marius’ bold, amorous advances of passion. he clings to you at a close proximity, his amethyst eyes lidding with lust. here on this uppermost deck, away from their prying gazes, other patrons are oblivious to the concealed ways he envelops you in his scorching love— vibrant blue flames searing heat onto your soft skin— and as always, you bask in this endless summer alongside him, content with being burned and electrified under waves of debauched ecstasy.

his hot, fervent kisses reveal his impatience and desperation to fill your cunt over and over in the open— his greedy lips which devour your own like saccharine drops of honey, capturing every shaky breath of yours until he finally gasps out for air— reduced to nothing but a drunken, needy mess solely for you. his pursuit resumes when his tongue trails down to leave wet sensations, nipping along your bared neck to litter splotches which flush almost instantly.

“ah, marius… feels so good...” you whimper to him while he marks your flesh. tilting your head backwards, you offer him further access to the delicate expanse of your neck. desiring to be painted, embellished with love bites professing his ardor lust.

you didn’t care if the entire world notices the florid marks he scatters across your skin, free for their leisurely viewing. wearing marius’ hickeys is like soaking in a pool of rich, priceless wine, as if you’d won the grandest collection of champion rings.

“yes…” his teeth glide over to the other side now, covering the area with such roseate patches. despite the sensitive stings, his teasing bites elicit satisfied sighs from your lips, tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure as you’re pleading with marius. “more… just like that, babe…” you weave your fingers through his midnight blue hair and gift gentle tugs to his scalp, signaling your utmost satisfaction.

this entices him to lick along your blooming splodges, intending to leave you breathless. “jiejie…” once he starts sucking more vigorously, you’re coaxed enough to unrelentingly pull his smooth and silky ends. he grunts out, aroused by your rough treatment.

“mmm... you can do better than that...” he gravitates to his masochistic inclinations as usual, teases you at your futile attempts. “come on, harder this time...”

his seductive groans draw out a fierce, titillating need in your pussy, an irrepressible thirst to be impaled by his cock. just thinking about his dick has your cunt throbbing— to have him buried within your deepest depths, brushing against your sweetest spot. his hips deliciously melding into yours, coating your gummy walls a milky white until your thoughts are consumed by him alone.

“shit…” you can’t help but clench both of your thighs together, falling deeper into the horny abyss you’ve dragged yourself into.

oh— this is all too tempting— especially when he’s still looming over you like this, his towering height which enhances his devilish charm. he’s alluringly seductive with the way his swim trunks hang dangerously low and fucking hell, he knows this. his slim, slutty waist accentuating his sculpted body all too well, following his delectable abs which are damp with sweat from the tropical humidity.

“like what you see? my body and dick’s all yours…” yes— you’re convinced that no other man’s existence can surpass his, ever. and fuck, it’s all marius’ fault for entrancing you with his sexy looks.

“turning me on like this, huh?” you accuse him of igniting your blazing, spiraling desire, “because you know i love all your dirty talk...”

he smirks when the beating pulse of your neck quickens, as if he senses your last remnants of rationality waning. no one would suspect the marius von hagen, current ceo of pax indulging in such risqué, obscene sex with his fiancee on the vast, open expanse of this cruise ship... right?

besides, you’re on the literal verge of losing your sanity. he just has to entice you a little further with a final, stifling blow.

suddenly, his sultry murmur shifts into your ear, so alluringly low and husky. “you know… you’d look so pretty dripping with my cum, here and now. leaking everywhere you look…” he seduces you with pure filth, shamelessly rock hard at his indecent thoughts of fucking you senseless in public. his thick cock is practically straining his swim trunks at this point. “on your tits, in your mouth, on your back and ass… in your pussy…”

“fuck…” he’s not playing fair at all! mentioning his cum like this— coating your entire body all over. you’re trying to maintain your last, remaining amounts of decency with all your might. but alas, his tantalizing words echo more and more, shattering the entirety of your resolve.

because in the end, your greatest weakness of all is marius von hagen himself and you’ll always succumb to his temptation, no matter the circumstances.

there’s no point denying how attached you are to his delectable body anyways. tonight, you’d be his little cumslut as always, ready to mewl out his name in desperation for the whole world to hear; unleashing your inner nympho as your high libido matches your fiance’s, with you both turning into such sex-driven, panting messes on the daily. his dick’s just far too mind-blowing for your lasciviously, lustful brain to resist.

you need marius now, just as he craves you. and you absolutely cannot handle his teasing any longer— so, it’s time for you to assert dominance and wipe that damn smirk off his handsome face— even if it’s just for a moment. exuding waves of confidence while setting him off course, reversing this thrilling game in your favor.

“stuff me with your cock then, babe.” mustering all of your collected strength, your smaller palms shove against his broad chest with such relentless force. even you’re shocked when he’s staggering, swaying from side to side. well, just a little bit. he deserved it, after all.

you watch him stumble over his cloddish feet, finally tumbling down into the awaiting hot tub below as he’s groaning in the aftermath of his actions.

marius knew he’d eventually seduce you to the point of no return, but he didn’t take into consideration nor acknowledge the possibility of you undermining him by making the first move. serves him right for being so damn cocky.

“ah–” he seems astounded when you saunter into the aquamarine abyss with a smirk, warm bubbles which froth around all over until you’re hovering above him. how cute, he’s totally flustered and you can’t help but bask at the pleasant sight. feeling oh so greedy now, you want to elicit more reactions out of him. his amethyst eyes dilate as he observes your manicured hand reaching over to slowly slither down his throat, inching closer to his embellished necklaces. “you…”

his lavish chains feel cool like cascading waterfalls, adorned with a silver pendant and his infamous z emblem— you wonder how durable they are, if they’ll remain intact under prolonged force— if those chains could be utilized as the prettiest leashes ever, aiding in his submission to you.

yet, you notice he’s fully immersed in a daydream of sorts while his tongue’s swiping against his lips. his ears bloom in a cerise flush, radiating down to his rosy cheeks as well. oh? he’s clearly being distracted from his surroundings and you have an inkling that you’re the main cause of his dirty fantasies. such a horny bastard of a man you have indeed. you tut out to him while your fingers hook onto his necklaces, so utterly perfect in your grasp.

with all your might, you’re gripping his chains in your direction, yanking them abruptly forward to regain his attention. he hisses in response, groaning out into the nocturnal night. “now that was a fucking good pull…” he states, recovering momentum with a smug curve of his lips. “rough and hard, just how i like it…”

“eyes up here, yeah? you were staring at my hand for a while.” you command, quirking an eyebrow his way. you’re eager to interrogate him, intending to figure out what exactly he was daydreaming about. so, you’re insistently tossing notions left and right, feeling your cunt clench tightly with every word you’re uttering out to him.

“did you imagine me on my knees? tits and ass on display, giving you a blowjob? of fucking your load down my throat?”

marius peers up at you, the voids of his mouth salivating as he loves every taunting inquiry of yours. fuck— he believes you’re so damn hot when you’re countering him with your own dirty talk. he leans forward and presses you on to continue.

“or was my hand reaching to grab your cock? watching me slide your dick back into my pussy, with every thrust pushing us over the edge for hours?”

“oh? you’re such a naughty girl, jiejie… who’s to say that those aren’t our dirty fantasies, hm?” his soft chuckle emits a playful tone, vastly contrasting to the way he tilts his head as a mastermind would. he’s covertly calculating when his next, daring move should commence, of reclaiming his dominance over you. while he did love reveling in your blazing power, it’s time for him to regain control. “besides… as a von hagen, i’ve been taught to take initiative and lead circumstances i see fit.”

he pauses, slowly stalling to pique your interest further. and shit, it’s working. marius has you on the edge of your toes now, anticipating his remaining words. “so babe… i’ll fuck you round after round until your cunt memorizes the shape of my cock.”

you sense a shift in the nocturnal air, widening your eyes in realization that he’s really trying to defy you and sway the tides back in his favor.

the moment finally dawns on you further when he suddenly seizes your wrist with his larger hand before tugging you closer in his direction. with a yelp, you’re toppling down into the aquamarine abyss with a loud splash. luckily though, you crash against him, planted right directly on his muscular thighs. “marius…” your cheeks blossom wildly like vermillion fireworks in the twilight sky, blooming over in a rose blush.

both of you knew— your fiance has you right where you belong— between his legs.

he just adores these sultry moments when his beloved queen settles on his lap— gorgeously resting on your throne of desire while ivory light glistens and glows against your body, causing an epiphany to form in his mind that you rival luminosities of vast stars from above— surpassing their radiances tenfold.

“fuck, princess…” he’s captivated by the sensation of your plush thighs straddling him underwater, feeling so utterly aroused and his thick cock begins to leak with precum. just like now, you hypnotize him immensely with your beauty every time, both inside and out, resulting in his dick going delirious for so much more. more of you, more of your creamy little cunt, more of your absolute everything.

“you’re driving me insane.” his heated gaze stares at your sexy, sensuous curves being accentuated by your sumptuous swimsuit, moving further upwards to fixate on your breasts. he watches the swells of your tits heave up and down, truly mesmerized by how the violet top of your bikini beautifully cups them. he swears you’re a goddess in disguise who’s far too ethereal, the embodiment of oozing sex appeal.

“being pressed against my cock like this...” and he’d cum on the spot as a gift, just for you— especially when you’re feigning innocence to his obvious staring by slowly shifting against the outline of his erection. he’s delectably hard and pulsing under your clothed cunt, just as you recall from this morning. “what do you mean, babe? i’m merely trying to get comfortable…” you murmur to him seductively before sitting down further onto the spot you’re occupying on his lap.

oh fuck— the sensation of his dick, despite the thin, obstructing layer of polyester, sliding between your folds was truly dizzying. desperation fills your lungs completely as you’re soon overflowing with wanton need, wanting more delicious friction than before. so, you’re coaxed enough to alleviate the searing desire lingering within you. “but then again, grinding on you sounds so much better…”

an airy moan escapes from your lips when you’re finally rocking your clothed pussy against his hard-on. your hips tantalizingly roll along the silky skin of his stomach, brushing against his abs over and over. “i love this… love you, love your cock…” you’re only vaguely aware of your body moving at this point, as if your control is waning tremendously— of your slick smearing, seeping through the soaked fabric felt along marius’ erection.

“shit, jiejie…” seems like your arousal is practically drenching your ruined swimsuit bottoms. more like allowing your fiance’s sanity to slip further away.

goosebumps erupt down marius’ back as his breath hitches— his mind set ablaze when he feels your cunt teetering above him, of your erratic pace in numerous attempts to relieve the heat coiling in your belly. every receding glide of yours, only to feel you continuously shifting forward again has him moaning. “you’re so cute, being needy like this…” you squirm further into his lap in response.

his wandering hands traverse lower and lower until they reach your soft ass and he firmly squeezes, kneading your flesh with vigorous intent. “i wonder what will make you cum in my lap first…” he guides you along his cock, trying to aid you with stabilizing your quivering thighs. but alas, the smoldering, coquettish touch of his larger hands has you feeling weak. “if i thrust against you here…”

he lifts his hips upwards, angling with precision to finally brush along your clothed pussy. within seconds, you’re gasping out as he sets a relentless rhythm, bucking effortlessly to join you in this state of ecstasy. “a-ah… mmm yes!” you entwine your lips together in an amorous kiss, moaning into the warm depths of his mouth while you both continue to grind against one another.

you’re both trapped in an inescapable, intoxicating daze which enthralls your senses, lingering as a provocative spell you’re all too familiar with. coils of intense pleasure leaving you so immensely hooked, addicted for more.

“right there, marius…” you’re matching his enticing rhythm now, dragging your drenched pussy along his erection harder and harder than before. you feel your essence overflowing like mile long rivers, clenching at the overwhelming sensation. “or maybe with my tip?” his clothed cock grazes back and forth, nudging repeatedly against your clit. you practically pull away from another searing kiss to squeal out loudly.

“fuck yes! hump me with your tip...” every tantalizing roll of his hips sends rushes of spiraling lust down your spine, as you’re now chasing the delicious friction for release. his tip’s just too pleasurable beyond words, applying enough pressure to your bundle of nerves. “i’m close… please…” you’re beckoning him to coax your first orgasm of the night out of your soaking cunt, wanting to desperately cum already.

almost there— your eyelashes flutter, relishing in the way marius is rutting into you like this until his lips curl— his hips draw to a halt as he lifts your smaller frame off his lap. you blink in disbelief when he delicately sets you down to recover in a brief respite, situated right above the hot tub wall.

marius fucking von hagen… you’re so close to kicking him in his balls for denying you like that.

“why didn’t you let me cum?” you whine with an irksome tone in your voice while narrowing your eyebrows. but not for long— you’re breathless as he kneels into the aquamarine abyss again, crawling seductively closer towards you. he slots his body between your plush thighs in order for you to leisurely fall backward on your wrists— as if you’re his one and only goddess and his sole, devoted mission is to service you.

“hmm… i wonder.” he pauses for a second, about to unveil the next phase of his plan before a sharp ping from his phone emits into the air.

what? how strange… he usually leers in annoyance whenever someone disrupts his sensual moments with you. yet, he leans over to grab his device without an ounce of wrath forming on his countenance. it’s as if a tranquil calm before a raging storm was brewing.

he responds with a swift text to the other individual on the line, soon disregarding his phone with a light toss afterwards.

“sorry for the delay– that was vincent alerting me of pax affairs.” you don’t dwell on the matter any longer, not when he lays his cozy cheek on one of your silky, luminesced thighs. your heart pounds faster when his amethyst irises peer up at you salaciously, embedded with waves of mischief. he ensures you’re watching him as his lustful gaze slowly travels to your clothed cunt, appearing at such a close proximity before him.

too close in fact— he’s licking his lips with a smirk, trailing a hand along the vast expanse of your inner thigh. his fingers touch dangerously upwards until he feels the soaked fabric of your swimsuit bottoms. “as i thought… your pretty little pussy’s drenched.” he plays with the hem nestled along your hips and teasingly pulls, causing the band to snap against the soft skin of your belly. he moves to coquettishly pull at the other corner, observing how you shiver in response to the lingering stings.

you feel a knot forming in your throat and whimper out to him. “of course… you made me wet, especially with your tip...”

“yes, so wet for me… it makes me want to fill up this hot tub with our cum.” marius slips his hand past the fabric and adeptly sinks his fingers into your awaiting pussy, watching as your mouth widens with a loud, wanton moan— digging your manicured nails into the hot tub sides with such an iron grip— oh, how he adores you, absolutely enamored with his muse, infatuated by your very existence in this world.

especially when you’re a heaving, babbling mess— such a whiny cumslut in heat, solely for him alone.

“is it that good, princess? your toes are practically curling...” he coos out, pumping his fingers inside you with such intricate curls. he angles his dexterous digits upwards, knowing which sweet spots will have your cunt convulsing. and oh, he acknowledges how much you’re basking in utter ecstasy when he feels you clenching— oh so tightly around his fingers. “so good! so… full of you…” you tilt back with your head lolling, far too fixated on the pleasure your fiance is gifting you.

he groans when hearing your desperate whines as they amplify his arousal tenfold. and shit, his erection throbs between his thighs while he’s hopelessly chasing for any sort of friction by rutting against a water jet of the hot tub. “fuck… your pussy fits so perfectly around my fingers… made just for me.”

he grinds his thick cock against the potent water pressures with loud, needy moans, simultaneously fingering your cunt with his every thrust.

“a-ah… mmm… so thick inside me…” you’re writhing back and forth with trembling legs, relishing in the way his digits disappear to plunge inside. he deliciously caresses your warm, velvety walls in a continuous flow, halting his pumping to slam his fingers back in harder. it’s as if his cock was fucking your cunt right now. “so big…” he strokes along your folds which are so slick and sticky, trailing up to leisurely thumb at your puffy, flushed clit.

“nghh, babe!” your back arches as marius suddenly smacks your pearly little nub, overwrought with waves of pleasure as you’re shivering all over. you can’t help that your body jerked due to your shock, especially when he stunned you like this. he tuts out to you in a teasing manner and smirks, feeling contempt with his payback from earlier. “wrong! my cock’s ten times thicker than my mere fingers...” he chuckles lowly, leaning over to leave a lingering kiss on the side of your inner thigh.

“and you’ll be squirming on my dick far greater than this…” his fingers are now glazed with your essence, covered and dripping like saccharine ice cream on a warm summer day. he utilizes this grand opportunity in his favor, pushing his digits back in deeper with newfound fervor. he scissors your insides past your limits, stretching the walls of your tiny cunt further apart. he’s spreading your pussy more and more, pumping inwards and outwards again and again until he feels you clenching tightly around him, making your vision go hazy. “fuck! too fast…”

“you’re doing so well… cum for me, my queen.” his praise is enough to elicit a trembling orgasm deep within your creamy cunt as you’re yelping, “marius! shit, marius…” hearing you whine out his name has him finally spilling cum into his trunks when he ruts into the water jet with all his might. you both just evoke such amorous lust out of one another, as if bubbling sips of champagne could never surpass your shared peaks of drunken pleasure.

you soon coat the entirety of his hand with your delectable essence, watching as your arousal slowly drips, trickling down his veiny wrist.

he pulls his fingers out of your weeping pussy to taste your cum, maintaining steady eye contact as he swirls his scorching tongue around to capture the remnants of your essence. you swear he’s so brazen-faced, but yet again, in an endearing type of way. your cheeks redden like glistening rubies when he finally swipes his thumb across his lips, sending a flirtatious wink in your direction.

“mmm… you taste delicious as i remember. and that was directly from this morning, jiejie.” you’re about to swat at his chest until you notice his irises darken, embedded with genuine wrath as he glares off into the distance.

“hah– how long do you intend on jerking off in secret, huh? normally i’m the only one who gets to jack off to my girl.”

fuck— you realize someone actually tried intruding, trespassing on your acts of debauched sex with marius— having intentions to eavesdrop on you both the closer they approached. in terms of decent circumstances, you should feel absolutely repulsed by this matter. yet… what transpires is the complete opposite… why does being watched by some other guy when you’re being manhandled by marius turn you on?

who’s this mysterious man anyway? does he possess a reputable status of sorts, perhaps being another scion himself? and how does he have the guts and literal balls to go against the marius von hagen?

you’re ripped away from your thoughts when you hear a treading sound of steps ambling closer, nearing the hot tub until the man enters your peripheral vision. he’s a few inches shorter than marius in height, sporting blonde hair and a conceited glimmer in his eyes.

now that you’ve scrutinized him properly, isn’t he the heir to the family who owns these global cruise lines, known for their luxury services? you only recall this intel due to viewing his family’s corporation being showcased on news broadcasts just this week. what were the odds that you’d actually encounter him in person.

he apparently was soaking in the golden hour sunset from afar on this uppermost deck before he dozed off. he eventually awoke to you and marius commencing your secret lovegame, instantly becoming aroused at the scandalously, lustful sights before him. he tried to approach closer without being spotted, but it seemed marius was aware of his presence all along.

“geez– calm your tits, von hagen. can you blame me for admiring this beaut?” this man’s so shameless with his pursuit of hitting on you. he’s leering at your curves in a lascivious manner when your fiance is right there. yet he continues paying no heed to him at all, asking such a bold inquiry which has marius seething. “hey gorgeous, interested in a threesome?”

damn— he’s too bold. what an audacious risk he’s taking indeed— playing with scorching flames which lick along his skin.

you’re widening your eyes in a flabbergasted state of shock, immediately declining his offer with urgency. “no… i’m happily engaged to marius.” you remark to him, shaking your head to prove your disapproval. while having an audience as your fiance fucks you does seem arousing, the one and only man who’s allowed to touch you sensually in your heart is your beloved marius.

but it appears this scion is oblivious to your answer. he’s just too persistent for his own good. “what’s so great about von hagen? if you give me a chance…” he even has the audacity to lean forward, intending to caress your cheek. oh, wrong move... the incident transpires in such a flash, yet the other heir doesn’t even reach you when an absolutely livid marius is obstructing his path. he seizes his wrists ruthlessly, pinning his hands from behind and twisting with such menacing force.

grunts fall from the man’s lips while he’s scuffling to flee from his grasp. yet alas, your fiance’s taut biceps flex to display his authoritative strength, holding him in place. contorting in agony, he blaringly yells at the top of his lungs.

“what the fuck, man?!”

“try putting your filthy hands on my fiancee… i dare you….”

marius retorts back to him lowly with a growl in his tone. oh fuck— there it is, his domineering voice that he utilizes when conversing at pax. viewing him all riled up because of you, his fiancee, has your pussy searing with immense desire again. can you blame yourself though? he’s literally so sexy when he’s irking in anger.

suddenly, the signature, soothing sound of vincent’s throat clearing snaps both men from their quarrel. seems like marius was telling the truth about those texts after all. or rather, he was referring to his affairs instead of pax’s. so, you realize vincent’s current visit must be related to their conversation from earlier.

“hey, you over there! tell him to–” the other heir’s attempt at requesting help falters immediately when vincent interrupts him and it’s quite hilarious in your opinion.

“master marius, the preparations you requested are ready.”

“perfect– bring it here.” he practically shoves the other man’s wrists away, resulting with his body tumbling towards the floor with a thud. not like anyone cared, anyway. vincent ambles over and discreetly gives the item to marius, who smugly gazes in approval. he pats him lightly on his back, signaling he’s able to retreat for the night.

“i appreciate your support as always, vincent.”

“of course, master marius.” he bows politely.

vincent turns on his heels to swiftly exit, meeting your glance as he curtly nods at you. he’s soon darting his eyes elsewhere again… with flushed cheeks? isn’t he the vincent kim who radiates composure in his wake? you’re perplexed by the peculiar sight indeed. what is marius’ scheme this time?

your fiance tosses the mysterious object as it slides across the deck floor, landing near the other heir’s vicinity. you notice from afar that it’s circular and vibrant in color. upon closer inspection, numerous pairs of eyes widen in realization…

a cock ring. what the actual fuck— is marius insane?!

“pax is the top investor of your family’s cruise lines. if they were to know you insulted me… well… i believe you know the consequences. so, i have a proposal to prevent that from occurring.” a shit-eating grin adorns his lips as an overbearing aura forms around him, enhancing his tall, looming stature tenfold. “you’re going to wear this cock ring and count how many times i make my fiancee cum.”

oh shit— his attention shifts to you for a moment as your cunt clenches, missing his long fingers already. you’re so elated knowing you’re about to bask in marathon sex with him. you feel like drooling just thinking about it. “marius… mmm…”

realizing the dire severity of marius’ words, the once complacent shimmer in the other man’s eyes dims, growing faint while he slowly gulps. it’s his signal of conforming to his defeat and abiding to the rules of this game. after all, there’s no other options in terms of escaping— he’s fucking screwed. “…fine.” he sighs, exhaling while he retrieves the cock ring with furrowed eyebrows.

“well? pull down your pants and put it on.” marius sneers back at him in utter amusement, raising his head to jut out his toned chin. it’s as if he’s a king who’s reigning victorious under his own terrain. “shit, i know! stop rushing me…” with gritted teeth, the other heir obeys his order despite the lingering reluctance which flows through his veins.

you watch as he’s removing his swim trunks to reveal his leaking cock, glancing downwards to observe the raging flush of his tip.

his dick’s surely going to swell further as time passes. he coats his fingers with his cum to smear along the edges of the band, utilizing his arousal as lubricant. once he concludes this process, he stretches the cock ring over his length with a hiss. “hah…” his digits slide the vibrant silicone down another inch, creating slight friction until it’s finally nestled against his flesh.

“listen carefully…” marius squats down in a hovering position, invading his personal space while fisting his unbuttoned lapel shirt. the lavish fabric immediately creases under his daunting touch. “you have one more opportunity to jack off, so i highly suggest you use it wisely— or rather, do it when you see my girl’s eyes rolling back from the pleasure of my cock. your choice though…” he’s jeering the first half of the terms to him in a mocking manner while tightening his iron grip.

“and miscounting terminates the deal, by the way. so… really concentrate on the sex and try not to lose your sanity.” marius pauses, sarcastically snickering as he continues taunting the other heir. his ominous gaze amplifies in intensity until he’s tilting his head to the side. “but then again… i’ll enjoy watching you break.” another shit-eating grin forms on his countenance and fuck— he’s literally seducing you with his bad boy persona.

you’re close, so close to just ripping off his trunks and sinking down on your knees to devour his cock right then and there. but patience is key. your curiosity of finding out what other schemes he has planned only piques your interest tenfold.

“is that understood?”

“yes… you bast– sir…”

he’s scoffing at his blundering slip up, releasing the assertive grip that he’s holding on his expensive shirt. nothing else matters now— solely his beautiful muse. and oh, how he desperately craves your honey laced lips at this exact moment. marius stands up on his feet again before rushing over to you with swift, hastened strides, enveloping you in his warm embrace.

“marius…” he lifts your delicate chin in his grasp as he practically plunges his searing tongue into your mouth, swirling his own against yours in a salacious dance. this feels so damn right, erotically kissing him like this when an audience is currently present. “fuck— i’ll never stop going feral over you, princess…” you’re soon wrapping both of your smaller arms around his neck to brush your noses together, far too immersed at the vast, soaring intensity of his utter passion— so tantalizing, so downright sinful, so possessive.

his teeth graze along your lips until he pulls away, pressing you against his broad chest as he caresses your waist. he traces such intricate, soothing circles along your soft skin and you swear you’re melting on the spot. deep down, you’re secretly hoping more of his possessive side is unveiled. and meanwhile, he ponders to himself for a moment before he’s smirking, calling out such a bold inquiry.

“you didn’t get a good view of her grinding on me, right?” he smugly asks, clearly obvious payback from earlier. he receives a rough grunt in response and darts his amethyst irises back onto you. there’s no point in him denying how much he wants you to strip tease; to seduce him with your alluring body, dry humping together in front of other men, so…

“dance for me, jiejie…” he murmurs deeply into your ear, “give your fiance a lap dance he’ll never forget, ever…”

shit— marius always renders you speechless, huh? and leaves your cunt gushing with more waves of arousal, apparently.

his warm breath lingers until he slips away to amble towards a lounge chair, settling down comfortably on the seat. he splays out his muscular thighs, teasing you with his clothed erection as he awaits your next move. “and you… crawl over here.” he commands the other scion in his authoritative tone again.

“more like fuck you…” he mumbles curses under his breath at marius’ request, huffing out in displeasure. with his dignity waning away, he finally moves on all fours across the deck floor. his weeping cock is stiff between his thighs while he crawls, especially when the silicone band is tightly wrapped around him. he slowly approaches marius after some lapses pass by and halts his body when he’s a few feet away from him.

“how touching… you can be a tamed mutt after all, huh?”

“oh piss off, von hagen! we both know i don’t have a choice!”

seems like the guys are distracted with their retorting remarks— perfect. now you’re the one with a smug look on your countenance, plotting a scheme of your own. at first, you’re covertly treading along the deck until both men are turning to quirk their eyebrows in utter curiosity. just what exactly are you planning? you rummage through your makeup bag until you locate your favorite lipstick, applying a fresh coat against your plump lips. afterwards, you blow a coquettish kiss in marius’ direction.

“i’m coming, babe.” you tease out, exuding confidence with such a seductive saunter of your gorgeous hips. you’re enticingly moving side to side with every step, ensuring their gazes are focused on your curves. “so be a good boy and just sit back…” you’re hitting your fiance with such saccharine laced killshots which repeatedly aim at his heart and dick— with every word, every glance, every whine of your curves, and every tempting purr you gift him. “because i love it when you’re watching me…”

you approach marius, swaying along to the tempo of the reverberating music which echoes across the cruise ship. your fingers traverse down the valley of your breasts, hands cupping your soft tits together as you knead them. and fuck, you feel immensely sexy while doing so. not delaying any further, you slip off your violet bikini top before tossing the piece of fabric to who knows where, causing your tits to spill out.

“fuck— so hot…” both men simultaneously groan when the swells of your soft breasts are finally exposed to their ravenous eyes, noticing how your nipples are puffy and erect. how they desperately wish to latch their tongues on your tits.

tracing further down the expanse of your stomach now, you whine your beautiful hips again, bending your torso to deliberately brush your ass against his abs. your provocative teasing has your fiance beckoning for more with a curl of his lips. he’s also patting his muscular thighs, a silent signal for you to be flushed against him.

“shit– bring that ass my way…” you gaze back at marius with an alluring smirk as you’re slotting your body between his legs. leaning backwards, you slowly and tantalizingly hover above until you’re plopping down, straddling his lap from behind— as if you’re about to do reverse cowgirl on his cock. “and grind on me like you mean it…” pressing your clothed cunt against his erection, you rock back and forth while reaching for his chains to pull him into a searing kiss.

you hear heavy panting closeby which serves as a reminder that you’re both not alone and it fuels the lingering desire coursing in your veins. “my queen…” he’s grinding his hips deliciously while his dick grazes your entrance, letting out moans. and for a second time, he purposely jams his bulge against your clit, feeling your cunt throb. “you look so fucking pretty on my lap… with other men watching…”

“oh my god… mmm… when you–” it’s as if you both are reigning over the coastal night together on this uppermost deck, especially when he’s mentioning you as his queen like this. and oh, how your beloved king dotes on you with his erection ramming into you just right. “mar–” your eyelashes flutter as you’re being pulled into another wave of carnal ecstasy, gushing with your arousal.

well damn— now you absolutely need to show them how soaked you are this instant. so, you lean on marius’ shoulders to push yourself off his lap before you’re twirling around to bend your plump ass. your hands play with the hem of your swimsuit bottoms, trailing down your thighs until you’re shimmying out of the wet fabric, exposing your glistening cunt. marius’ breath hitches at the erotic sight, while his amethyst eyes are completely fixated on your drenched hole.

“like what you see, babe?” you tease him, countering back with the same line he stated to you earlier. fuck yes— your cunt enraptures him every single time, eliciting his voracious appetite for your creamy slick. and at this exact moment, he merely wants to flaunt your radiating beauty in front of others— showcasing the absolute honor he feels of having you as his sexy fiancee.

“when my pretty princess is naked before me? hell yes…” marius suddenly pulls your waist closer and watches as your smaller frame tumbles down, with your torso being splayed out along his lap— and your ass in the air, aligning in the direction where the other scion is currently situated at. “marius? what are you doing…? oh–” he’s soon leaning over your back to spread your glistening folds with his long fingers, presenting your weeping cunt at an improved angle than before.

seems like the other heir is portraying his role as a mutt all too well. he’s drooling from the sight of your pussy alone, lolling his head to the side as the cock ring on his dick tightens. “shit…” with all of his might, he’s practically forcing himself to jack off later.

poor thing— if only he knew how difficult that’ll be when marius’ scheme progresses further into the night. your fiance eventually brings his awareness back by conversing to him about your pussy— or rather, he’s just being sly while taunting him again. your mouth starts salivating wildly at the pure filth which leaves their lips.

“oh, such a creamy little cunt we have over here…”

“m-mmm… so… w-wet… bet it t-tastes… sweet…”

“focus… how many times did she cum so far?”

“…o-one…? h-hah, wait!…”

“…it’s t-two…”

“are you sure? or are you bluffing?”

“t-two times!… f-fuck… it’s two…”

“that’s right… my fiancee came two times…”

“my favorite pussy in this entire world… only for me…”

marius fucking von hagen— he’s pressing his pecs against your back, uttering out the last words in a husky tone near your ear on purpose! as if you’re not already a horny mess— so he truly wants you to act like a slut, huh? so be it. your resolve of upholding patience withers away as you’re rushing to slot your body between his thighs again. “good girl… i was waiting for you to give into your urges of sucking my cock…”

his salacious gaze observes you sinking down on your knees to meet the deck floor, peering up at him with lidded eyes. “did you really believe i didn’t notice you thirsting over me earlier?” his overflowing lust spirals all over, soaring further when he notices droplets of your saccharine cum pooling onto the ground. how he desperately longs to settle between your plush thighs already, melding his milky semen together with your essence.

“more like this is all your fault— being such a bad boy and teasing me… how will you take responsibility?” you inch your countenance closer to his navel while grazing your nose against his soft flesh. with the last remnants of gloss on your plump lips, your mouth traverses along the expanse of his skin to pepper lingering lipstick stains in your wake. “fuck— so this is what you were planning…?” he hisses out when you’re trailing those scorching kisses towards his crotch, hooking the strings of his swim trunks between your fingers to seductively pull them.

“how cute… my little nympho…” you’re slyly grinning now while your hand brushes against his erection, reaching over to free him from his confines and tug down his swimwear. his thick cock immediately slaps back against his delectable abs, so hard and heavy with awaiting loads ready to be spilled inside your soaked cunt. leaking with drops of precum, his tip’s adorned in a flushed, raging cerise.

and you’re diving right in, grazing your lips along his swollen head to smear his milky arousal with your gloss. you lick against his pulsing slit to relish in his taste with dilated eyes, absolutely ravenous for more. after all, going delirious for his dick is your speciality. you’d always savor his semen as a delicacy any time of day, whether the hours linger past twilight or dawn. you sink your mouth down tightly around him now and he jerks forward in response, groaning out in pleasure with his husky voice.

“jiejie… shit– your mouth feels so good…” he’s been waiting for you to devour his cock the moment you shoved him into the hot tub, so his voracious lust simply cannot be quelled so easily. he needs more stimulation, more friction, more of you arousing his senses. yet, with his biceps flexing, he wills himself to act like a gentleman and revel in the erotic sensations of your light kitten licks, just for your sake. he knows how daunting it can feel while you’re adjusting to his massive size.

your searing tongue tries swirling along his ridges and leaking tip, eagerly persistent on pleasing your sexy fiance. gripping his cock with your smaller hand, you’re simultaneously pumping his length to appease the spit-firing coils of desire which are embedded deep within his dick.

but alas, he’s growing desperate, his patience waning with how your mouth envelops him with your warmth. “but i know you can take more. open wide, baby…” he merely wants to glide his cock down your throat as if it were your pussy, fucking deeper and deeper until his hips are flushed against your tear stained cheeks.

so, he cradles your head with his larger hands before pistoning forward. your yelps are muffled by his cock as you hollow your cheeks, adjusting to his girth while lapses pass by. “mgnhhh…” you can’t stop gagging every now and then while your drool slowly trickles down your chin, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. you’re just too immersed with every tantalizing drag of his dick at this point, until you hear a choked remark from afar. “f-fuck– suck von hagen’s cock…” the other heir continues his endless babbles as marius snaps his hips back and forth, “and n-ngh… swallow his c-cum…”

your sanity is actually nonexistent now because what the actual fuck? you’re absolutely going feral— having another man observe from afar while marius is deep throating you like this has your cunt clenching tenfold. “shit– i love fucking all your holes… every day…” your whines reverberate around his cock, stimulating the entirety of his senses. and when you’re bobbing your head over and over— mouth stuffed to the brim with his thick dick to meet his harsh thrusts, he’s heaving in and out.

“fuck… fuck! don’t waste a single drop…” he’s moaning until his hips are halting with a swift pause. his cum finally trickles down your throat as you’re swallowing his ropes of arousal with amorous perseverance. “take it all, just like that…” marius soon pulls out of your mouth to pump his still leaking cock, aiming to coat spurts of his hot cum on your face and tits. you lean closer in utter anticipation, feeling content when the creamy liquid shoots onto your silky skin.

however, now that you’ve gotten a taste of his dick, your libido is spiraling, ascending into a frenzy. your cunt is aching for the moment he’s sheathing himself into you. but shit, he’s persistent on edging you… perhaps you just need to coax him a bit further.

with hastened movements, you’re crawling up to straddle his lap, pressing against his raw cock. no barriers restricting you both, just the sensation of carnal desire between devoted lovers. now this… this is a friction worth chasing. you’re smearing your slick on his cock, gliding your cunt at a set, even pace. yet this time, he merely observes you with a smug curve of his lips.

marius wants you frantically begging him to enter your pretty little pussy; hearing your prolonged whines emit into the nocturnal night until you’re grappling at him, consumed whole by the lewd, desperate need to have his thick cock buried inside your walls. so no heated kisses, no searing touches, nothing at all… until you finally break.

the other heir gulps at your alluring voice, sucking in a shaky breath. he wishes he could swap places— of escaping this wretched, damn hellhole that your fiance dragged him into while having the honor to participate in the erotic action somehow— perhaps he’ll get his chance eventually.

“marius… please… just fuck me already!”

“hmm…? has my baby been edged on far too long?”

“need your cum inside… need your cock…”

“what? we can’t hear you… you’re mumbling…”

“please! fucking pleaseee!… i want your coc–”

you’re wailing out to him, too immersed with your beckoning to notice how he angles up his hips with such deft, precise accuracy. within seconds, he finally plunges his cock into your creamy cunt, eliciting a wanton moan that reverberates through your lungs. “babe! fuck i’m cumming… that’s the spot…” you immediately convulse when he spears his entire cock into you so suddenly, pulsing around him with such an iron grip that you’re orgasming right then and there.

a dizzying haze soon envelops your body, sending such sensitive tingles which amplify, reaching the entrance of your cervix. you’re becoming a delirious mess on marius’ cock as he halts, especially when another man just witnessed you squirting on your fiance. and oh, how the other scion wreaks absolute havoc with the pure filth he vocally directs your way. “s-shit… that pussy just keeps gushing, h-huh?” his words cause you to clamp down on marius even harder. you subconsciously can’t help it because he’s right, you’re still soaked. “cum on his dick again to complete… f-fuck… your fourth round, b-baby… you can do it…”

“oh? what’s this, jiejie…? you feel much tighter than usual…” marius gazes at you with a possessive, territorial gleam lurking in his amethyst irises, leaning closer to invade your personal space. his eyebrows narrow dangerously as the coquettish ambience shifts into jealousy, as if a looming winter was approaching. his thoughts plummet, with the swift thumping of his heart drowning his ears.

he’s dizzy. marius can’t fathom a world where you’re aroused by other men. he’ll truly lose his sanity if that ever transpires, merely wanting your attention all for himself. you’re his. your passion, your love, and fuck, your cunt are for him to indulge in alone. animalistic hunger courses through his veins while his final remnants of control are waning wildly— until at last, his waves of possessiveness reign victorious. fucking only his.

he originally provoked the other heir to prove men like him can solely look— being stuck in their reveries, daydreaming about touching your alluring body— in the end, he’ll always be the one and only man to claim your cunt. but now? oh, now he absolutely has to remind you who you belong to with every pounding thrust of his cock.

“was it because i said we?” he pistons up into your pussy again with such relentless force, while his muscular hands grip the sides of your hips with a vice grasp. you’re certain that cool toned specks will blossom tomorrow morning. he begins to aggressively penetrate you, his tip disappearing deep inside to repeatedly graze against your spongy, saccharine spot. your thighs are trembling, barely having enough strength to hover over his lap, yet you persist in your efforts. your breathing soon turns erratic as he continues fucking you mercilessly without pausing.

“i… fuck!” the dizzying sensation consumes you whole, of his cock sliding into your velvety walls, so gummy and slick. your cunt flutters around him every time, eliciting more of your essence to coat his ridges and veins. with your cum, he’s able to glide inside easier, reaching new depths. and at this point, you can’t process your thoughts properly— not when his stamina’s immune to waning, nor when he’s quickening his pace to swiftly slam himself back into your cunt even harder. “or are you liking attention from other men?” overwrought by the intense waves of pleasure he’s evoking from you, you’re soon trapped in a carnal daze— of riding his cock until you’re fucked senseless.

so, you’re setting a steady rhythm of your sensuous hips to meet his harsh thrusts halfway. his delectable abs flex in pleasure, his mind reeling at the way your soft breasts are bouncing with both of your combined movements. “s-shit! marius–” lifting your creamy cunt upwards to briefly squirm, his hips follow to wildly slap against your pussy. in response, you’re heaving out loud, titillating whimpers which send marius on a frenzy— before colliding down against his dick again and again, seductively rotating on his lap.

you can hear the erotic, squelching sound of your flesh smacking together, flooding the area even when the blasting music is still playing into the twilight hours— a sign of how rough you and marius are fucking.

your pussy envelops his cock in a firm, salacious embrace the more he bucks into you, tightly fluttering in sweet bliss. especially when he’s insistent on using his domineering tone on you. his husky voice is enough to make you go completely feral as you’re whining with desperate screams, not caring if other patrons discover the piercing echoes. “nghhh! too damn fast…” you’re bouncing on his dick faster now, upwards and downwards in a prolonged pursuit to reach peaks of ecstasy. his cock twitches at your grinding while traces of his pre-cum begin to leak inside your pussy, melding with your essence.

“want him to fuck your ass? double penetration…?” while he’s still ramming into your tiny cunt, you can discern curses being babbled by the other scion. “oh f-fuck… bounce on him… ride h-his cock…” you feel him attentively staring where you and marius are carnally connected and he locks a glance with you with lidded eyes. the cock ring on his dick appears unbearable, enhancing the flushed color tenfold. “milk him f-for… all he’s worth…” he fists his cock with pump after pump, sliding his fingers past his balls before thumbing at his tip with a moan.

“answer me, you dirty little slut!” one of marius’ hands lift away from your hip to smack your plump ass, causing your skin to bloom in a spit-firing cerise. you wail out from the sharp contact, your body quivering from the sudden, overwhelming sensation until he’s maneuvering you. he manhandles you, pulling your frame along with him to lay sideways on the lounge chair. now he’s spooning your body tightly against his own. your legs are splayed out as he’s lifting one of your plush thighs midair, showcasing your creamy cunt being plugged with his stiff cock.

“n-no! of course not!” widening your eyes, you gasp out when marius leans closer towards the swells of your breasts before laving his hot, scorching tongue along one of your nipples. due to his taller stature, he’s thankfully flexible enough to do so. your toes are curling when he slowly drags his cock into your wet heat, intending to have you trembling beneath him. fucking hell— it’s literally working. your cheek presses against the spacious, silken cushioning while you’re letting out huffs.

attempting to shift back on his dick for any sort of friction, your efforts soon falter when his free hand traverses towards your bundle of nerves. his deft fingers harshly pinch your pearly little nub with pressure until you’re yelping, “oh– oh fuck! babe, you know i only have eyes for you…” simultaneously, he pursues his objective of punishing you by latching his searing lips against your tit, suckling with vigorous intent— until he’s pulling on your pebbled nipple with his teeth.

“doesn’t seem like it when you’re clenching so tightly like this… in front of another fucking man…” he’s growling out, sheathing his cock into your cunt while steadily pounding. he drives himself in and out again and again, brushing his hips against your ass with resounding smacks. his ruthless thrusts result in the deck chair shaking violently every few seconds, loudly squeaking as he snaps into you from behind. both of your bodies wobble, swaying at the swift vibrations. you’re writhing underneath him while he continues spooning you, eyelashes fluttering as he speeds up the tempo of his thrusts. “pay attention to me… me alone…”

“marius! fuck– i’m gonna cum!” a final press of his tip hammering against your cervix has you screaming through your lungs. you swiftly convulse, your thigh quivering in his large, veiny hand. finally gushing all over his cock with a whine, you’re coating him extensively with more of your creamy slick. as your pussy tightens around him, he’s overwrought in pleasure following your intense orgasm. his belly twists, jerking roughly against you while his white, milky semen spills deep inside your cunt.

“more like you’ll take my cum all night like the whore you are…” another squeal leaves your body when marius’ warm arms wrap around your waist, hauling you up against his firm chest. your bodies are still carnally flushed against one another while he’s soon carrying you in his embrace, with drops of your combined fluids falling to the ground. “marius… please…” he ambles towards the edge of the balcony with hastened strides, as the other scion scurries with his aching cock— or rather crawls on all fours to not miss out on the fun.

“mmm… time for that p-pretty pussy… to– h-hah… cum a fifth time…” he drools, making you recall the countless moments your fiance has already coaxed you to orgasm. and there’s no possible way of taming him or his possessiveness like this. marius sets you down on the balcony railing before he’s hoisting your hips over his own with his strong biceps flexing, jamming himself along your velvety walls. his arms wrap so tightly around you, sucking out the air from your lungs. and his cock slides inside your cunt aggressively, fucking you with his constant, relentless pounding.

“o-oh! fuck– slow down so i can speak!” your teeth nip at his pecs as punishment, suckling to leave a heart shaped bite mark. the splotches forming on his skin serve as your masterpiece, leaving you content. he hisses out with a growl in response, viewing you squirm before him— separating your legs wider apart to invite his toned body even closer, fully on instinct to allow his stiff dick to repeatedly brush against your folds. “no… i’ll fuck this pussy how i see fit…” he watches as your melded liquids leak out further the more his cock splits your cunt open as he feels determined to fuck the creamy cum back into your wet heat.

his harsh thrusts cause your ass to move backwards on the railing, eliciting a loud screech from your lips. before your entire body tilts back, marius immediately tugs you into his broad chest. waves of intense adrenaline flow through you now while your breasts bounce wildly, with your erect nipples grazing his skin every time. his stiff cock mercilessly slams harder at a swift tempo, gliding to fill every inch of your tiny cunt with his ridges and veins. “s-shit– it’s like watching… f-fuck… live porn…” the other heir manages to babble with more of his ramblings while jerking into his hand. “m-mmm… clamp down on his cock h-harder… make him go insane for– a-ah… that tight pussy…”

you’re practically digging crescent indentations into marius’ biceps at this point, whimpering loudly at the predicament you’re in. it’ll be so clearly obvious from other patrons on the ground floor that he’s fucking you here and now, pistoning deeper into your weeping hole. especially when he’s hovering over you, slotted between your opened, quivering thighs. and your other dilemma? one wrong move or another slip of his fingers and you’ll be tumbling down from this balcony.

you should be alarmed by the potential dangers, yet… when marius is ramming so obscenely into your pussy like this, drilling your insides over and over, you’d take these risks a million times tenfold.

his cock twitches uncontrollably with the friction you’re gifting him, going delirious for a swift release. with his balls aching, his hips abruptly halt again— erupting such thick spurts of his milky cum deep within your womb. you’re trembling all over before joining him in peaks of shared ecstasy, creaming on his dick with wanton moans. “mmm… marius… want m-more… more cum…” beads of perspiration roll down the valley of your breasts, trickling until your sweat slowly drops against his pelvis. you’re also attempting to replenish your energy with quickened breaths while fluttering both of your eyelashes closed.

however, there are no moments of respite when he manhandles you again so that your arms are situated on the railing. his pecs brush against your back which seductively arches under his taller, looming frame, pinning you in a domineering manner from behind. he teases your entrance by grazing his still leaking tip, adorned with a blooming cerise, along your folds. he switches between grinding against your cunt and ass repeatedly, now smearing your ass cheeks with milky slick. “you fucking slut– all you can think about is cum… would you let any guy fill you up instead of me…?”

your body shifts forward when he suddenly rams his thick cock into your awaiting pussy, penetrating you from behind. you’re soon yelping out from his rough fucking while you dig your manicured nails along the railing. oh, falling into the horny abyss is an utter understatement now— perhaps it can settle as your new dwelling where you’re always ravenous, craving your fiance’s delectable dick and searing cum. the lingering smell of debauched sex wafts through the seaside air as marius ruts himself deeper and deeper, angling with such precision to brutally slam in and out of you.

“like that drooling idiot? or him over there…?” fisting the tresses of your hair, he tugs you over with no mercy whatsoever. oh fuck— there’s no point denying how you absolutely love the tingles of pain slowly morphing into pleasure. continuing to slide himself along your soft, gummy walls with rapid pumps, your eyes are darting to scrutinize another bold couple relishing in sex from below. your elevated location offers a clear, unimpeded view of such carnal desire. the other woman is bent over in pure bliss, gripping onto the edge of a vacant lounge chair as her man pistons from behind, plunging his cock back and forth.

observing the lovers from this whole new perspective, is that how debauched you currently appear? filled to the brim— entirely impaled by marius’ thick cock? then shit, you must look fucking sexy right now. your cunt clenches around him when his warm breath tickles your smooth skin, fanning along your ear.

“think he thrusts better than me?” as if a competition was transpiring out of the blue, he erratically thrusts harder than before at the entrance of your womb. his torrid pounding surpasses the other man’s as your vision feels hazy, too overwhelmed as your mind spirals out of control. “no! nghh.… fuck no! just you…” marius ensures your gaze is still fixated on the erotic scene from the ground deck by yanking your tresses, simultaneously bucking into your pussy at a swift, record rhythm.

his dick presses along that sensitive, saccharine spot you know all too well which has you squealing out, “your cock is the only one i want!” as if your scream reverberated across the cruise ship and the stars aligned, the couple below meets both of your prying gazes. well fuck— were you actually that loud? you can also discern heavy breathing from afar, as the other scion has edged himself in such prolonged intervals, precisely timing his sloppy jerking sessions. the cock ring around his dick allowed his flesh to blossom into vibrant, flushed shades of vermillion. so he needs to cum now, “let’s all cum together for… s-shit… your sixth round, b-baby…”

oh, such obscene, nasty acts of public sex indeed. marius spears deeply into your cunt, about to spill his searing load inside you while you’re maintaining eye contact with the other young woman. both of your salacious men are chasing the delicious friction for release, as you two are lewdly panting. being stripped with sweat glistening on your alluring, naked body just like this— in front of a larger audience as your fiance fucks you feels so damn good. all five of you are erupting in waves of lust, with spurts of milky semen coating your velvety walls. especially when marius continues fucking his cum into the depths of your cervix.

he soon pulls out of you as his stiff cock immediately slaps against your belly, still so hard and heavy with more loads awaiting to paint your creamy cunt. “oh really? prove it then, you little whore…” he suddenly hauls you over his shoulder while your feet dangle, ambling back towards the hot tub area with hastened strides. the other heir follows in pursuit, rushing over with hurried movements. your cunt is throbbing at the possible antics marius has planned next. you don’t have to ponder any longer though when he’s barking out an order to the other scion. “lay down on the floor now.”

despite his trembling form, he submits to your fiance’s request, leaning backwards to splay out his fatigued body. however, he immediately pauses— his eyes widening in disbelief when he views marius bending your plump ass so that you’re hovering right above… his face in a standing position… what the actual fuck?! it’s confirmed— marius is fucking insane.

your palms are now planted against the sturdy hot tub wall as your breath hitches, mind set ablaze in utter anticipation— until goosebumps finally bloom wildly at a shockingly cold sensation being pressed along your spine, coalescing with the cool seaside air. realization strikes you immediately— an ice cube?! how marius managed to covertly swipe the wet ice from your peripheral vision, directly from the drinks vincent prepared for you both, you’ll never know. he growls huskily with his authoritative tone, “i want to hear you beg…” he trails the ice cube along your back, gliding lower and lower while kneading one of your ass cheeks with vigorous intent.

he’s sinking down on his knees, watching as your abused pussy clenches around nothing. oh, his poor fiancee… he’ll ensure you’re filled to the brim in a moment. his lips are curling when his adept fingers wrap around one of your plush thighs, spreading your legs wider apart. “moaning for more of my cock…” tipping his head, his lips capture the ice cube before grazing it tantalizingly along your folds. you can’t help but squeal loudly, arching back while he begins to plunge the ice inside you. “marius! too… t-too cold! want you to warm me up with your cum…” it gets embellished with your creamy slick and his semen, covered entirely as lapses pass by.

“want you… i need your dick inside… plea–” he soon pulls the ice cube away until the chilly sensations migrate to your pearly nub. your body trembles at the sudden, stinging contact as if waves of an avalanche were hurtling towards you. yet suddenly, his breath is fanning against your cunt before he dives right in, burying his tongue to devour your pussy. he utilizes precise swirling motions deep inside, venturing along your gummy walls. it’s too much— all this friction is sending you into a frenzy.

especially when you hear the loud curses which escape the other scion’s lips, directly below your legs. he drools extensively, watching how marius’ tongue disappears into your wet heat, his hoarse throat running dry like a sweltering desert. he’s just far too entranced at this point, his gaze fixated on this rare, close-up view of your cunt.

you let out wails as your fiance licks long stripes between your warm folds with his searing tongue, moving upwards and downwards repeatedly. he spits while groaning, his amethyst eyes rolling back as he relishes in the intoxicating taste of your melded fluids as one— until he slaps your pussy with his fingers again. “more… spread those legs wider… admit that you’re all mine… mine alone…” brimming with tears, dew-like drops stream down your cheeks from this constant edging— of the way his tongue laps up your creamy cum, lewdly slurping every time. of his deft fingers rotating the ice cube along your bundle of nerves, numbing your swollen clit.

your hips frantically buck against his mouth over and over, with the contrasting temperatures causing your opened thighs to quiver nonstop. “say it… now…” oh fuck— his domineering voice will always render you powerless. the overstimulation teeters you far beyond your limits, as your incoherent babbles skyrocket, ascending for both men to finally hear your genuine, obscene thoughts.

“ngh… i’m marius von hagen’s cumslut! his little whore! only his…”

“and i get turned on when other men are seeing you fucking me… no one else… only you, babe…”

“good girl… my fucking good girl… that’s what i wanted to hear…”

he smirks against your throbbing cunt, rewarding you with rough jams of his scorching tongue. the chilly residue of ice along your clit makes a dizzying halo appear over your poor little head, swiftly convulsing in seconds— coaxing your pussy into your seventh orgasm of the night. oh— how the erotic fun will only progress, pressing on more and more.

marius immediately reverts back to a standing position with a smug lick of his lips as his cock twitches in desperation. after eating you out, he absolutely needs to fuck you again now. so, he slips himself into your creamy cunt from behind, grunting at the way you easily tighten around his dick with wanton need. “fuck… i can never get enough of this pussy… you’re sucking me in so well…” he’s setting a steady pace, penetrating the soft spot located at the base of your belly with all his might. your tits bounce against the frothing, effervescent aquamarine water with every harsh snap of his hips as it splashes along your erect nipples. “and i can never stop going feral over my favorite cock… so fucking horny for you…”

his amethyst irises practically dilate at the pure filth you’re uttering out, while he possessively drills harder and harder into you. seems you ignited his soaring passion tenfold. marius brushes against your ass with loud, resounding smacks, swaying slightly due to his own overstimulation. yet as always, he persists in his attempts to fuck your pussy properly. “yes… i’m the only one who could make you feel this good… just look at all this cum… our cum…” a milky ring of your essence and his hot semen smears his thick cock, flourishing to the tempo of his rapid thrusts.

enhancing the smell of sex wafting into the nocturnal air immensely than before with the amount of times he painted your wet heat a creamy white. perhaps the area will linger with the lascivious stench past twilight, transcending into the golden rays of dawn— then everyone will acknowledge what transpired— of your ardent marathon sex, right on this spacious deck with marius. you whine out when he’s hammering inside your cunt just right, angling with precise accuracy to slam deeper and deeper.

“f-fuck– oh fuck!” the other scion digs crescents into the center of his palms, hissing as he wills himself to maintain his last, remaining amounts of control. after all, he recently jerked off and this deal is of utmost importance. but his sanity wanes when he views you bending your plump ass back to meet marius’ hips halfway; of the constant carnal sound of skin slapping against skin— of your pussy being filled to the brim with nothing but your sexy fiance, right above his very lips— until his resolve finally withers away when he’s pumping his sensitive dick, pistoning his own hips upwards midair as if he was fucking your cunt. “you can… s-shit… cum for an eighth time… you’ve– mnghhh… already come this far…”

the desperate need to release overtakes you when marius’ pace stutters, his rhythm halting in place— overwrought with your orgasm blossoming, your whole body shakes violently for another time. “marius! mmmm… m-more… i can take more, so please…” both of your melded fluids trickle down to coat his pelvis and the back of your thighs, while milky drops splatter onto the other heir’s countenance from below. the rest trails down, slowly pooling onto the ground. now it’s his turn to fall into the horny abyss because what the actual fuck?!

“of course… just be my pretty slut and let everyone know who you belong to…” he twirls you around so that he can hoist your sensuous hips over his own before his larger, veiny hands cup your ass cheeks, resuming his relentless thrusts. your legs wrap tightly around his slutty waist, ensuring you have enough stability to bounce yourself on his cock. oh, how you desperately want your tongues tangled in a titillating dance. so you lean closer, entwining both of your lips together in vehement kisses, with marius moaning into the searing depths of your mouth. “nghhh! h-harder babe! i want my pussy all bruised up tomorrow as a reminder of tonight…” he’d be an absolute fool to refuse. he complies with your lewd request, plugging his stiff cock between your folds to split open your gummy cunt again and again.

however, the other heir widens his eyes when marius continues fucking into you with ease, ambling closer to him with an overbearing aura. he begins to flee by scuffling backwards, yet the silicone band reduces his movements to sluggish crawling. marius’ signature shit-eating grin adorns his face at this as his biceps flex, relishing in the sensation of your manicured nails traversing scattered scratches down his broad back. “oh? why are you backing away? isn’t this what you fucking wanted?” marius taunts him with a glance laced with mirth, cornering him to the edge of the cruise ship. now this type of payback? revenge even? fuck— it feels so damn good— so gratifying to claim his woman like this.

as your head lolls back while you mewl loudly in his ear, his dick kisses the entrance of your womb with vigorous intent…. all while your flushed bodies are hovering directly over the other scion’s head. his furrowed eyebrows are tense, with his chiseled jaw clenching before he groans out possessively.

“my woman...” thrust— “my muse...” thrust— “my one and only queen...” thrust— “mine.”

“m-marius… so deep! fuck! mmm hurry up… want to be leaking with your cum already…”

seems like his weekly weight training is convenient, coming in handy after all. marius’ muscular arms are still carrying your body in his salacious embrace, dragging your pussy back and forth in a tantalizing tempo. not a single moment of respite is needed while he stands with his taller, looming figure— truly impressive indeed. he pistons into your creamy cunt at such an unhinged, delirious speed, stretching your velvety walls until they feel battered and bruised— on the brink of tearing apart. his balls erratically tense up, pulsing as his searing spend is threatening to burst.

“hey asshole– watch me fill this pretty pussy up, yeah?”

with his tip jamming deliciously against your cervix, both of you are screaming loudly in unison, jerking against each other with such overwhelming orgasms. your pussy tightly flutters around him, squirting with your juices drizzling all over his cock and delectable abs like midnight rain. twitching deep inside you, his hot semen erupts in prolonged waves, spilling every drop. your bodies are truly melded together at this point, with the sticky slick fastening yourselves to one another like an amorous stitch. a shared canvas dripping with a searing mess of cream, of everlasting infatuation— just how you and marius envision this masterpiece.

meanwhile, spurts of pearly cum embellish the other man’s cheeks yet again— staining his countenance with a debauched, milky white essence— his entire body splays in utter shock, while a dizzying haze envelops him whole. he isn’t certain whether his enervated weariness is due to him jacking off for another round while you two were roughly fucking, or his weeping dick feeling unbearable, truly about to shatter from the silicone band. “she… came nine times… fuck…” he mutters in a rose blush, feeling a trail of your combined slick settle on his lips. with lightning speed, his tongue swipes to relish in the sweet yet salty taste, before he moans shamelessly.

“and tastes… s-shit… absolutely divine… just as i thought from this beaut… i’m fuck– seriously going insane… i can… mmm… get drunk on this cum any day…”

“oh? this mutt used his brain after all… huh… while it truly was a treat seeing you pathetically break as promised, scram… i want to finish fucking my woman in peace.”

the other scion doesn’t need to be coaxed any further. rather, what merely lingered in his mind was ripping off this wretched cock ring! to cum freely all he liked— with his staggering, cloddish feet, he’s standing with violent trembles coursing through his thighs. “thanks for the show, gorgeous… stay sexy.” he swiftly dashes off with the cock ring still nestled on his dick, intending to jerk off even more to the erotic scenes he committed to memory.

other than his strides finally echoing away, music continues reverberating across the spacious cruise ship, filling in the emerging silence. just— what the fuck? he looks hilarious right now— you and marius slowly gaze at one another with such perplexed expressions, until you both are chortling together with chuckles of mirth.

“what an idiot he is– ow! jiejie, i just gave you the best fucking marathon sex of your life…” he pouts when you’re playfully swatting at his chest.

“more like you should apologize to vincent tomorrow! really babe? a cock ring?!” your roseate cheeks shimmer under the glowing moonlight as you’re scolding him, desperately trying to withstand his signature puppy dog eyes.

yet you can’t deny the way your chest flutters wildly when marius leans down to murmur in your ear, whispering soothingly as he carries you. “sorry… i’ve been a bad boy…. but i was so jealous… had to prove no one else can have you but me alone… so don’t be mad at little old me… please?” he begs you helplessly in an adorable manner while clinging to your body, insistent on not letting you flee from his cuddly, warm embrace anytime soon.

whiny marius is surely going to be the death of you someday. or perhaps your downfall would be caused by persistent upsurges of cuteness overloads which constantly pierce your heart. “you big baby… i can never resist you, can i?” your nose affectionately nuzzles against his own, gifting him such delicate caresses. seconds later, your eyes are darting away from his watchful gaze, due to your sudden yet sheepish confession. “besides, i’m not that upset… um… you’re hot when you’re possessive… and i enjoyed it… a lot…”

he regains his lustful momentum upon hearing your words and curls his lips with an alluring smirk. both of you are now settled at your original location again, bodies entwined in sweet bliss. you remain leisurely perched on the hot tub wall while he lingers in the aquamarine abyss, kneeling to worship his goddess in all your coruscating glory. “oh? my lovely princess… i’m more than just possessive… i’m a hungry man and i’d die for you…” his lips graze along your sensuous curves to plant soft, endearing kisses against the cerise splotches— pampering your skin with such soothing caresses.

“i’d fight for you– fuck all those other men…” marius professes, traversing upwards past your navel, inching closer to finally latch his mouth along your swelling breasts— suckling your puffy nipples with delicate swirls and stripes as he’s kneading ever so gently. oh— with his breath fanning against your tits, a knot forms in your throat. how your heart soars to the twilight sky, reaching sirius as your rose blush blossoms tenfold. “i adore you more than anyone else ever could…”

his adoration envelops you whole and honestly, you wouldn’t want this any other way— so tender, so winsome— as always, you savor his infinite devotion with an inviting embrace. your libido ascends to new horizons, widening your plush thighs on reflex while you simultaneously swoon. how lucky you are to be marius’ muse indeed.

“i’m addicted… my body… my heart… hell, my cock aches for you every lasting second…” you’re falling backward on your wrists when he suddenly cages you with his muscular arms, seductively looming over your frame. dewed drops of warm water trickle down his toned figure, glistening along with the ivory moonlight as if he posed for a lavish painting. “so let me have more of this sweet pussy…” his tip slowly presses against your wet heat, sinking right back into your sensitive, velvety walls easily. you can’t help but clench, your cunt tightening around him at being filled to the brim for what seemed like the millionth time tonight. “m-marius… when you talk like that… mmm…”

“that’s it… good girl… always spoiling me so well…” he’s gently rocking into you while caressing your drenched pussy with slow, leisurely thrusts of his cock— full of fervent passion which overflows like a cascading waterfall. you’re whining when he pumps in and out with tender precision, tantalizingly rolling his hips against your own. how endearing— in the end, he’ll always be a cordial gentleman willing to dote on you, his beloved fiancee. as your toes are curling, his languid strokes cause his dick to slip out of your gummy cunt and slap against your luminesced skin.

“be a good boy and let me take care of this, yeah?” your sultry command halts his body in place as your smaller hand reaches over to fist his cock, pumping your dexterous fingers in a teasing tempo. spurts of creamy cum land on your wrist in the process, trailing down your arm. and oh— you can’t deny how his provocative grunts are like mellifluous harmonies— sweet yet husky melodies for your ears alone. he exhales with shaky groans, scrutinizing in delight at how his entire length is slowly being pushed back inside by your hand, inch-by-inch.

all you merely desire is for him to become a drunken, concupiscent mess again; oozing waves of delirious wanton need as he succumbs to his desperation of frantically colliding his body with yours and splitting your tiny cunt apart. to watch him unfold, unraveling little by little until he finally breaks.

“let loose… lose control, babe…” that dizzying haze overwhelms his senses again when you direct sultry murmurs his way while nipping at the sweet spots along his neck. marius’ heartbeat ascends into a complete frenzy, thrumming within his chest. lose control…? fuck— his dick throbs inside you as you continue melding your carnal flesh together— easing the remaining inches deep within your pussy. “it’s okay… i know you want to…” your forehead presses against his own, with tousled strands coated with perspiration and labored breathing all coalescing as one.

“besides, i love your feral side… so break me…” with your legs securely wrapping around his slutty waist, you unveil your plan as a mastermind would. the dominoes cascaded in a formal line, tumbling when your palms shove against his pecs with unfaltering force. afterwards, both of you are stumbling into the aquamarine abyss below with a piercing splash. oh shit— your bold antics cause his amethyst eyes to dilate in raw intensity as the salacious surging in his chest finally snaps— what lingers in its wake is a libidinous marius consumed by lustful greed.

“jiejie… you really do drive me insane… fucking kiss me…” he cursed, fisting the tresses of your hair to maneuver you closer, capturing your lips in a sealing, risqué manner. his hunger emanates so vehemently, igniting fiercely like scalding fireworks in the nocturnal night— tongues clashing over and over in a heated pursuit of dominance. your eyelashes soon flutter closed as you grapple at his broad shoulders while leaving crescent indentations— relishing in the erotic potency of his passion for you, his queen. solely you. he swallows your mewls with a ravenous gleam in his gaze, far too immersed with your flustered state to waver his steady eye contact. you’re so addicting. he could stare all day.

marius’ other arm slithers around to encircle your waist, guiding you to sink down further on his thick cock completely as his ridges and veins plug your weeping cunt with his previous hot loads underwater. “babe… go rough and hard, just how we like it…. plea–” your pleading is abruptly interrupted when he finally commences his rough fucking again, eliciting you to seductively arch your back with such piercing screams. “oh– fuck yes! feels so g-good…. fuck this pussy harder…” the spit-firing sensation of him ramming upwards into your tight hole again and again stings your bruised, battered pussy delectably. you can’t help but feel hypnotized on the spot. now this? this type of fervor lust is a concupiscent high you’ll never recover from.

“i said harder… don’t you dare fucking slow down…” you provocatively order him by embellishing his back with long, intricate cerise scratches littering along his soft skin. he’s immediately growling out in response, huffing as he jams his twitching dick with merciless force, intending to chase the delicious friction. “or what? my poor baby can’t keep up…?” a sultry tone is embedded in your teasing, falling from your plump lips before a widening smirk adorns your countenance. your flushed bodies are submerged in the aquamarine abyss while the warm water ripples with the sways of the tides, evoking effervescent bubbles to froth all around— foaming afloat the turbulence with the way you’re bouncing on him while he teeters underneath you— feeling too engulfed in the ardent pleasure.

the sloshing sounds of your bodies colliding emit into the seaside air, ascending louder and louder with reverberating smacks. perhaps if lingering patrons are roaming along the ground floor below, would they be able to discern the obscene, wet noises of you and marius indulging in hot tub sex together? you truly hope they do.

“jiejie… careful with what you wish for… who said i was slowing down?” seems like you’ve really coaxed marius’ feral side to unveil before you now. with his signature shit-eating grin reciprocating your smirk, he impishly manhandles your smaller frame by pressing your back against the interior of the hot tub. “i just wanted to fuck you in this new angle…” his strong, veiny hands reach over to bend you entirely in half, lifting your glistening legs in his vice grasp before shoving them against your shoulders. allowing his cock to hammer even rougher in this lewd position. the silken mounds of your tits graze along your plush thighs every few seconds, bouncing with his swift strokes.

“marius! oh fuck– fuck! fucking right there…” you moan with heaving sighs of titillating bliss when he spears into the sweetest spot of your womb, rocking back and forth with harsh, receding snaps. you soon feel your tenth orgasm blooming at the base of your belly, threatening to squirt all over his drenched cock. writhing erratically from below as his hips gradually stutter, your slick gushes around him, coalescing with his scalding ropes of cum which paint your walls a creamy white. “mmm… fuck yeah– that’s it, my queen… milk me… show me who this dick belongs to…”

marius’ towering body pins you down, looming over your own while he still desperately pounds inside your overstimulated cunt— rutting with aggressive thrusts which cause cool, dew drops to brim along your eyelashes. despite your vision turning into a misty haze, you gaze upwards at the twilight sky being illuminated by millions upon millions of shimmering stars that gleam and glow— absolutely awestruck at the twinkling, ivory specks which hover above marius so exquisitely, who reigns as the king of this nocturnal night. how you’re dazzled by the glimmering stars. dazzled by your one and true love. mesmerized by the manner in which he glistens like an empyrean god, even when he’s roughly fucking you like this.

he far surpasses your comprehension of everlasting love. how can a man be this divine? so utterly devoted and infatuated with your very existence? it truly leaves you love-struck, drunk on this profound luxury you cultivated as a couple, on your reciprocated adoration for him alone. nobody will ever comprehend this surging sensation of intense yearning like he does. solely he knows. your future husband. you’ll both be besotted together for eternity.

fervent waves of passion unravel through your very being as always, slithering along while his cock ventures deeper and deeper, breaking through your soaked pussy. you fucking love every tantalizing drag, every sensual killshot he aims into your wet heat. locking intimate eye contact with marius, your lidded gaze remains steady, fixated on his amethyst irises which resemble coruscating galaxies. you instantly profess, “my king… oh fuck… you’re my absolute everything… my one and only, my lifeline…” you both simultaneously lean closer to tenderly press your foreheads together once more, feeling so erratically needy. needing to be entangled in a binding mess of passion and scalding cum again and again until sunrise emerges.

“mmm… no other man could ever rival you… the king of my heart… only you can impress me with your charm…” you feel marius pulse within your gummy walls that swallow him whole, reeling wildly upon hearing your praises being directed at him alone. twitching in utmost satisfaction with his raging tip still leaking more drops of precum while he’s bumping against your swollen cervix in an amorous manner. you’re catching your breath to mewl out, “i’m hooked on your love… your cock… want to milk you alone…” he groans huskily in utter pleasure, bucking deliciously into you at a rapid pace— marking his own ornate crescents along your silky thighs that he restrained with both of his larger, muscular hands— roaming and gripping your plush flesh as if his life solely depended on it.

“fuck princess– more… nghh… this greedy bastard wants to hear more of your beautiful voice… fucking please…” he manages to moan out his whiny pleas, penetrating your slick cunt in aligned tempo with the pulsating music. how cute… he’s begging you again, consumed by a delirious urgency to discern every rise and fall of your ethereal tone as he fucks in and out. so, you choose to bask in this sacred, salacious moment. you comply with his request, obliging by trailing your fingers coquettishly down his chest and stomach before tracing intricate heart patterns along the branded lipstick stains you left on him. “i wish you could see how pretty you are when you’re fucking my cunt… my pretty boy… all mine…”

as his delectable abs immediately flex under your light and airy caresses, he grows immensely feral as lapses pass by— his cheeks adorned with a scintillating, ruby glister which radiates down his neck. you actually called him your pretty boy? marius might as well advance your anticipated wedding to a sooner date because shit— he’s melting on the spot, right then and there. loud whimpers escape from the voids of your mouth when he drives himself even faster, quicker at lightning speed into your fluttering pussy. “fuck… oh fuck! and i’m yours… i’m all you’ll ever need… mmm… say you love me… come on, baby… only me…” he chokes with rushes of adrenaline, hoarsely begging for your honey laced endearment to send him rocketing to heavenly saturn.

trembling underneath his seductive body, you feel your back being pressed harder into the crevices of the hot tub from his rough hammering. his brutal assault of every slam, every precise rut drilling within your cunt over and over until your periphery is slowly blurring out again. solely focusing on your dear fiance, you avow gently, “i love you, marius… i love you so damn much…. i’ll remain forever by your side as your queen… showering you with all my attention and affection…” you swipe your soft lips against his own, peppering swarms of kisses his way to finally alleviate the last remnants of his jealousy. within seconds, marius beams in content like the golden retriever energy he exudes. an uplifting boost from his lovely jiejie is the type of remedy he craved all along, his true solace.

he moves to squeeze one of your thighs firmly in his bicep, slotting himself so inextricably closer against your entrance as the other dangles back and forth midair. ramming into the labyrinth of your pussy with frenzied movements while he slams his thick cock again and again; grazing your slick walls with hasty thrusts as he prods into you, submerging deeper into this torrid yet euphoric tidal wave. you briefly separate from the amatory kisses to replenish your breathing supply of air, yet marius doesn’t let you escape so easily. his free hand deftly cradles the back of your neck with a hastened pull before his searing lips capture yours once more, devouring every sharp gasp as flames blaze within his lungs.

“your king loves you more… so much fucking more… nghh… i’ll always give you the world in every possible way… treat you like royalty, a goddess… because only you matter, my muse…” marius huskily remarks, pulsing from the carnal friction which tightly clasps his raging, spit-firing dick. he’s on the literal brink of bursting with the way your cunt embraces him— so inviting, enticing with your every clench that spurs his approaching release. you’re soon noticing how his hammering becomes sloppier, harder, faster as he groans, “my sole obsession… continue ruining me for the rest of eternity… on fated days like this…” grappling at his taut muscles, you attempt to frantically buck in sync with him, grinding against his toned pelvis— further slipping his cock into your quivering hole.

“oh babe… you don’t even have to mention that… there’s nothing more i wouldn’t want than for you to stay buried inside my cunt forever… whispering sweet nothings as we profess our love… you’d like that, right?” you tenderly coo to him, declaring your mutual wishes of being tangled together in besotted passion and mind-blowing sex for eons to come. he practically whimpers with furrowed eyebrows, morphing into an ethereal, panting mess. “jiejie… nghhh… i…” his desperate pistoning amplifies as a searing heat you committed to memory coils all along your belly the more he fucks you. you’re both so close. so fucking close to shamelessly orgasming in this public hot tub yet again.

“hmm? feeling tongue tied from the pleasure? hell no, we both know you just wanna cum…” you impishly tease him, playfully leaning upwards to graze your tongue along his sensitive pecs and nimble down. marius’ whines resound stridently, moaning like a manwhore. your fucking manwhore. he doesn’t give a damn if his name is trending tomorrow at this point, surging like wildfire from being caught. you’re sucking harder when he greedily penetrates your velvety cunt with slowly faltering strokes, breaking through your wet heat ever so fervidly. one thing is for certain in your debauched, lascivious mind. time to coax marius over the edge and deliver the final blow.

“go on, baby… mmph… show me how sexy you look when cumming inside this pussy… let’s do it together…” your lidded eyes remain fixated on his contorted countenance while he drives his last pumps inside you. basking in the lewd squelching of your joined flesh, of his cock ramming with such teetering thrusts. “fuck! cum with me, princess… fucking cum and milk me dry–” he deeply slams with a piercing push as your body responds to his command on instinct. thrashing and squirming all at once, both of you are harmonizing in a crescendo of moans which spurs mizzles of cum to entwine as one. “marius! i’m gonna–” within seconds, ivory dew drops rapidly spill into your weeping cunt before seeping out into the hot tub. he soon presses against your arched body when you’re still convulsing around him, simultaneously soaking his cock with more of your pearly slick and his sticky semen.

“good girl… see? told you we’d fill this hot tub with our cum…”

“mmm… you always keep your promises, babe… that was so fucking hot…”

he slyly smirks at your remark before coquettishly winking your way. well— seems like you can finally eliminate ‘having public sex on a cruise ship while an audience watches’ off your salacious list of fantasies. while you’re cockwarming him, marius eventually carries your frame and finally ventures out of the aquamarine abyss. he’s tender with his aftercare, pampering you on the lounge chair as he wipes the lingering cum off your pussy with a towel. after vigorously fucking, stargazing surely serves as a serene ambiance for devoted lovers such as yourselves. so he ambles to retrieve the drinks vincent prepared.

when he returns, you snuggle in his warm embrace and relish in the saccharine taste of the alcohol to replenish your energy, combating your parched throat. marius rewards you by traversing his wandering lips towards the crook of your neck, pecking your beating pulse with delicate kisses. in response, distant constellations shimmer from above, twinkling back in celebration of your fond affection for one another.

the silence is tranquil, idyllic, ever so soothing… until—

“watch that bastard come crawling back for more– means i’ll get to fuck you senseless again… unless…”

suddenly, you feel a familiar erection graze against your silky thigh and can’t help but squeal in shock when he hauls you over his shoulder again.

“marius! can’t you calm your dick for a second?!”

“but jiejie, we haven’t even soaked the bed yet!”

#marius #tears of themis #tears of themis smut #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #marius x reader #marius von hagen smut #lu jinghe smut #tot smut #marius smut #tears of themis marius #tears of themis fanfic #tot marius #luvymuses #feral over marius for days #s(creaming) over possessive marius

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brewed-pangolin · 2 months

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It started off as a joke...

"It's like chasing cars in the sky. Watching them fly by like that," you said quietly.

Eyes gazing up into the night while a pair of satellites dart across the dark silken blackness.

The whispering ghost of the Milky Way etching across the midnight expanse as you both lose yourselves in the comfort of each other's embrace.

It quickly became a weekly endeavor in the months that would allow it. When the world would grant you those precious days of his company before being thrusted back into your prolonged solitude.

You had lost count at one point or another of the nights spent out in the wilderness. Weekends of endless pleasure molding, kneading together to form a buffer that eased your pain while he was away.

Yet tonight was different.

This night being of particular importance as it was the third year anniversary of your first date.

"Why ya always gotta kiss it, hen?" Soap asked with a smile and rumbling tone that never failed to melt your heart.

"I want to give it new memories," you replied. Voice muffled as your lips gently ran along the edge of his chin. Etching fresh souvenirs into his scarred flesh as his eyes gazed into the star lit night sly.

"Hm. I cannae say no t'that, lass."

A few hours later, as you both quickly threw your clothes back on to protect from the bitter chill of the cold, you caught a glimpse of a line of satellites as it raced across the night sky.

Its formation distinctive. You knew it's name the moment your eyes focused on the elongated row of orbiting diamonds with a smile and a gasp that called back to your blissful stargazing youth.

"Johnny. It's Starlink."

"Aye."

Soap's reply was measured, keeping his enthusiasm at bay as he watched your eyes glisten like an overly enigmatic child.

"Grab my phone, babe. I wanna see if I can get a picture of it before it-"

Pulling your eyes away to glance over at your beloved Scot, your words immediately became lodged in the thick of your throat.

And if the sight of Starlink made you gasp, the scene of Johnny on one knee beneath a blanekt of stars all but nearly took your breath away completely.

"What'ya say, lass? Wanna chase cars forever?"

Thank you to @ohgeesoap for inspiring this. 💛

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#4Runner Wingman #he planned the whole thing #read that starlink would be visible this night #hes such a romantic #i love him #soap squad™️#johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap drabble #soap x you #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x you #johnny mactavish x reader #call of duty #cod #Spotify

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lovenikkiclothes · 2 years

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Based around the posed coat ‘Stars Among Mist’.

#love nikki #lion will #unavailing leaving #stars among mist #snow neon #sleepless in confusion #endless milky way #the god apostle

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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Star girl || JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x F. Reader ~ ‘Stardust’ couple

Genre: Fluff || Smut || Angst || Established Relationship || Non-idol au

Summary: Sometimes life just feels like too much, where the solace of the night no longer feels as healing as it once was. Luckily Jungkook is there when everything feels like too much.

Word Count: 4.9k

Tags/ warnings: fluff, mild angst, boyfriend kook is there to make everything feel better, smut in the forms of: fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid, this is fiction), holding hands during sex :(, it’s all just very soft and healing, creampie, cum play, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), he eats his own cum, overstimulation

Notes: this is part of the ‘Stardust’ universe, however it can be read as a stand alone. idk how i feel about this one :’) if there are mistakes, look away <3

(request is posted at the bottom under the taglist~ the request wasn’t specifically for this universe, however it fit the au)

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You’d always believed the night to be cathartic, something almost healing about simply living while people slept. Expectations washed away of an evening with a shower, dampened mood sated with soft sheets and far fetched dreams in far away lands much more perfect than your own.

Where the moon was your only friend, no words needed between the two of you, as you simply lived among the stars. The galaxy’s gentle caress lulling you into a blissful state of peace.

The street lamps bleed muted orange light into your room, curtains pushed open so you could watch the world, and wonder what it be like to explore the milky way.

It’s daunting how catharsis can mutate into something a little more wretched. How loneliness can creep up on you, how it lurks in the shadows during the day— following you with silent footsteps. How it slowly consumes a little more of you with each passing night.

How you don’t seem to notice the clouds that take over the sky, how the stars in your universe don’t seem to shine as bright as they once were.

It’s strange how when the lights turn off, and you’re curled up in bed, a sticky sadness consumes your entire being until you’re falling. Drowning in an endless darkness, scaly hands of solitude tugging you further into the abyss until bile rises up your throat and your eyes sting with unwanted tears; where you start to feel sorry for yourself and that icky feeling only seems to amplify.

It’s an awful feeling, that no matter how much you toss and turn, an overwhelming sadness plagues your mind until sleep seems to scuttle out your grasp, leaving you to rot in your own self-deprecating thoughts. A phantom hand locked around your throat, weeding its way into your heart, squeezing in a way that has you breathless.

A prisoner to your own mind. Until days bleed into one another— how that rotten sadness gnawing away at your mind— the sadness that had only ever caressed your cheek in the dark, had slipped between the cracks of your resolve. Bleeding into the crevices of every thought that consumed you.

If you weren’t absorbed with the mountain of assignments, your thoughts always seemed to wander in the direction of the unexplainable loneliness that hugged you, leeching of your emotions until you were left drained, utterly exhausted.

You think you’d lost count of how many days you’d kept yourself tucked in bed, a false sense of security easing a small portion of your mind as you simply exist under layers upon layers of blankets. Pretending anything that lives and works beyond your four walls doesn’t exist. Because if you didn’t acknowledge the wider world and your problems then they simply weren’t there.

Your laptop lays propped up at the end of your bed, and you think the battery died three days ago. You hadn’t bothered to plug it back in. Knowing that if you did, a long list of untouched assignments would greet you, and if you didn’t have to look at them then the deadline meant nothing. Prickly guilt eating away at your mind each time you remember an assignment that had passed, and a lecture you had missed.

You didn’t particularly enjoy skipping classes, knowing the workload would crush you when you finally got back into the groove of student life, but the very thought of getting up is enough for tears to slip down your cheeks.

With eyes shielded by the velvet blanket Jungkook had bought for your one year anniversary months ago, your gaze is veiled from your room that looked like it had seen better days.

You’d gotten to the point where cleaning seemed near impossible, with clothes strewn across the floor, with any other pieces of your room that had fallen victim to your slight rampage a couple of nights ago, finding a permanent home on your bedroom floor.

You had the decency to at least eat in the living room, and from what you can remember there’s probably a few too many boxes of food laying around, dishes probably piled high in the sink.

You don’t miss the jingle of keys outside your door, nor do you make any move to sit up when you hear your boyfriend milling through your apartment in search for you. You’d have felt an ounce of shame if Jungkook hadn’t seen what can happen when you get into a bit of a tizz, locking yourself away so you didn’t have to be a functioning member of society.

“Oh, pretty thing” Jungkook coos, bed dipping under his weight as he sits by your feet. Gentle not to startle you.

You pull the duvet down under your chin, “Kook?” you murmur, watching his lips tug up into a soft smile; a look of understanding washing over his features.

“Hey, baby. You doing okay?” a silly question on his part, but at least he knew you were alive.

You nod, albeit hesitant.

“Why are you here?” you murmur, eyebrows creasing.

“You haven’t answered any of my calls, I was worried” his hands finds their way to your thigh, touch ever so soft you feel the telltale signs of tears coating your eyes.

Your gaze flickers over to your phone, pulling your arm from under the cocoon of your blanket you tap on the screen, “It must have died, I didn’t notice. Sorry” you turn your attention back to your boyfriend.

“How about we get you washed, and then I’ll cook us something yummy?” he offers and you sink further into the pillows surrounding your head.

“I don’t really—” you sigh, “I’m okay”

“None of that, my darling” he soothes, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before he’s pushing himself to stand.

You watch as he wanders into your bathroom, your eyes squinting at the blaring light that spills over your bedroom floor. The first sign of light in your room in almost a week.

You throw the blanket back over your head at the sound of running water. Jungkook’s voice echoing throughout your bathroom as he hums a song he’d probably been listening to on his way over to your place.

He’d always been a good singer, though he refused to ever show anyone other than you— a little secret the two of you had. And maybe it was selfish, how you’d get giddy each time he would sing for you, because you’d always been the only one to see him like this, hear him like this. A special something only the two of you had cupped in your hands, delicate like a butterfly’s wings but ever so beautiful.

“Come on” Jungkook tugs the blanket from your body, and goosebumps raise up the skin of your arms.

“Why are you shirtless?” you frown, fingers skimming the edge of your blanket, grasping at the material, ready to pull it back over your body. If it had been any other day then maybe you’d ogle at his toned chest a little longer.

“We’re taking a bath together. I put extra bubbles, just for you” he juts his head in the direction of your en suite.

You watch as he bends down, arms hooking around your body.

He throws you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, and you watch the muscles of his back flex in that delicious way that has your thighs clenching; heat simmering in your stomach that only he’d ever be able to sate.

The mirror had steamed up, a little relief washing over your body; aware you probably looked like absolute dog shit. You can’t remember the last time you even bothered to shower, let alone wash your face. Your nose scrunches up in distaste before Jungkook’s easing you back onto your feet.

He grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging it over your head with practiced ease.

“Hands on my shoulders” he tells you as he bends down, fingers hooking around the waistband of the pyjama pants you were wearing.

You press your weight against your boyfriend as he helps you out of your panties, flinging them back through the door into your room before he’s discarding his own clothes.

He holds your hand as you step into the tub, toes tinging from the scalding water— heat smoldering up your body.

“You sure this isn’t too hot for you?” you smile over your shoulder, “You complain about how hot I have my showers”

Jungkook scoffs, a failed attempt at coving the smile that threatened to pull at his cheeks.

You sink into the water, feeling the bubbles tickle your bare skin. Muscles melting as you bask in the warmth, uncaring as Jungkook slips into the tub behind you.

Your boyfriend’s knees knock against your hips, a little bit of a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to care as you lean back into his chest.

“Feeling better?” he whispers, lips pressed against your shoulder, warm breath tickling bare skin.

You nod, eyes slowly falling shut. Sleepless nights finally catching up to you as you finally find the comfort you’d been craving for so long. The unsettling feeling of pure loneliness fading into a warm love that spreads over your chest.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy with classes” Jungkook’s hands run down your arms, tips of his fingers exploring places he knew better than he knew his own body. Knowing where to touch you, where to avoid.

“It’s okay” you whisper.

He sighs, “It’s not. I shouldn’t put shitty assignments over you. I should have known something was wrong when you stopped reading my texts”

“I’m sorry about that” you peek over your shoulder, though Jungkook simply smiles. Nothing indicating any agitation towards your bad habit.

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s my job to always be by your side. I’m sorry i’m like, four days late. I’ve been swamped with classes I didn’t even realize you’ve been having a hard time”

“You don’t have to apologize.” you mirror his response, “Even before we were dating, you always did so much. I’m grateful, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do all this”

“I do it because I love you, baby” he tilts your head up from your chin, gentle kiss pressed to your lips. And you sink further into his chest. Somehow wishing the two of you would simply melt into one being, forever intertwined.

“I love you more”

“Impossible” he snickers, “I love you more”

“For every star there is, in every galaxy, even the ones we don’t know about, each one is a piece of my love for you” you declare, unaware of Jungkook’s morphing expression.

An unfathomable, bubbly feeling of pure love consuming his entire being, bursting at his seams. A feeling so unfamiliar yet welcoming, that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“That’s a lot of love, my little star girl” he muses, hands running over your hips as his lips skim over your jaw. “I love you as much as you love the stars”

“That’s a lot of love, too” you hum, pushing yourself to turn around and face your boyfriend.

You smile at the flush of his cheeks, dusted rosy from the hot water. Ends of his air damp from the steam. Bubbles touching him in places you’ve kissed, worshipping his skin like you have as they trail over his stomach— inching down to more intimate places. Another part of him only you’ll ever see.

“You’re pretty” you tell him, watching his ears flush, red hue bleeding down to his chest.

“You’re prettier” he counters and you laugh.

“You’re impossible”

He tugs you closer between his legs, water sloshing around the two of you, “But you love me for it”

“I do” you admit, “And I wouldn’t change you for the world”

“Is that so?” he hums, your favourite smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “Now why don’t you tell me what you’ve been feeling while I wash your hair?”

“That sounds nice” you agree, hands cupping his cheeks, “Thank you, Jungkook. I really mean it”

“I know you do” he leans into your touch, hair falling over his eyes a little from where he’d been growing it out, “Thank you for being here” he takes ahold of your hand, gentle as he presses a kiss to the tips of your fingers.

✯ ✯ ✯

You sit on the edge of your bed, old sheets torn off, slung on the floor for the wash that Jungkook promised he’d do after helping de-tangle your hair.

He’s ever so gentle, and never once complains when your head tips forward too far, or you fidget, feet numb from the way you’d sat on them.

He’d helped you wash your face, having you sat on the counter as he brushed your teeth before chucking you in one of his old sweaters he’d left at your place. Folded neatly where he’d left it the last time he’d spent the night, other items of his clothing slung over your desk and the frame of your bed.

“I’ll wash up while you sort this room out, okay?” he smiles, tugging your curtains open.

You watch orange light flood into your room, eyes transfixed on the full moon as Jungkook plugs your lamp in beside your bed before he makes his way into the kitchen. You wonder how long it had been since you’d star gazed.

You wonder why the stars seem to shine that little bit brighter than they had the last time you’d looked at them. Something acutely similar to Jungkook’s eyes when they light up, passion evident in his gaze, maybe even love. You’d hope it was love, the stars in his eyes always that little bit brighter when he look at you.

Jungkook had always been your little laundry fairy, easily navigating your washing machine with ease, even before the two of you were dating. His new domestic passion being washing up. Something about his hands soaking in bubbly water and clean dishes bringing an extra sparkle to his eyes. Almost as sparkly as when the two of you locked gazes.

You didn’t particularly like washing the dishes, always finding your hands felt grossly dry afterwards where no amount of sweet smelling hand cream could redeem the damage done.

Your boyfriend has had a few too many conversations with you about what chores he’d take on if the two of you were to ever move in together. And you had been more than happy when he’d stepped forward for washing up and laundry duty.

Your gaze snaps towards the door when you hear the grating sound of a pot colliding with your tile flooring.

“You okay?” you call out, bending down to pick up the clothes blanketing your floor.

“I’m fine!” Jungkook shouts, “The handle was slippy”

✯ ✯ ✯

“Thank you” you whisper, tucking Jungkook’s hair behind his ear.

He smiles, “Stop thanking me.”

“I just feel really shitty that you have to do all of this stuff for me”

Jungkook’s arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to his body until your nose nudges his chest. Your eyes slip closed, body hyper aware of your boyfriend’s fingers as they brush up across your back.

“I don’t have to do anything. I do it because I want t— hey, what’s wrong” he frowns, peeking down at you when he hears a sniffle.

Your hands come to cover your face, body shaking, chest jittery as a sob wracks throughout you.

“Nothing” you hiccup, “You’re just too good to me”

Jungkook laughs, nudging you onto your back before he’s pushing himself up— body caging your own. “You forget all the things you do for me too” his arms flex as he eases a kiss over your eyelids.

Your arms wrap around his neck, tugging him down for a kiss. It’s salty, tightness in your chest chocking you as you tilt your head.

Jungkook’s tongue licks at the seam of your lips, a silent request for access. Your lips part, another tear slipping down your cheek.

“No more crying, my star” Jungkook whispers, lips moving against your own. He pulls back briefly, watching your eyes search his own. Watching as they glisten with unshed tears, his thumb gentle as he brushes it over your wet cheeks.

“I’m sorry” you swallow, hand coming to wipe your eyes, only Jungkook stops you, back of his fingers brushing the delicate skin under your eyes, always worried you pull at them too much when you get upset.

“No more apologies either, okay?”

You nod, lips parting in awe. Smile pulling onto Jungkook’s face, and you’re kissing him again.

Your fingers thread into his the back of his hair, tugging gently, an attempt to mould yourselves further into one another.

One of your hands trail down the front of his body, hand firmly pressing against his cock.

Jungkook pulls his face away from you, “We don’t have to do that, pretty. I didn’t come here to have sex” he pants, tongue laving over his bottom lip.

“I know” your voice breathy, “Still want you”

Your hand squeezes his cock over his sweatpants, twitch of interest dampening your panties as you feel him slowly harden.

“You sure?” he presses a kiss to your jaw.

“Mhmm” you hum, impatient fingers pulling the sweater over your head, panties easily shucked off and thrown onto the floor, your boyfriend following you as he sits up, pulling his clothes off.

Jungkook’s thumb parts your slit, coated in a thick sheen of your arousal— and you moan as he brushes over your clit. Thumbing meanly over your little bud as he leans down for another kiss.

He drinks in your moans, lips swollen, glistening in a mixture of both your saliva as his tongue prods into your mouth— always having liked it a little wet and messy.

Your hips buck up, fingers clasping the sheets as a fingers teases over your entrance.

Your mouth falls open as Jungkook presses a finger into you, lips sucking the skin of your neck.

“Feels good” you whine, walls clamping around his finger as his thumb continues to brush over your clit.

“Yeah?” he croons, pulling his finger out before adding another. Curling them deliciously.

Your hands blindly trail down his body, nails accidentally dragging across Jungkook’s cock-head. He lurches forward, thumb pressed firmer against your clit and you cry out from the shock of pleasure that fizzles up your spine.

“Sorry” you pant.

“Fucking hell, tell me next time” he laughs, head falling between your tits as your hand wraps around his shaft.

“M’ close” you warn, thighs clamping around Jungkook’s hand, though that barely deters him, relentless as he scissors you open; wet squelch meeting your ears with every thrust into you.

You tip over the edge as he eases a third finger into you, “I’m cumming” your thighs shaking around his hand as he brings your slick up over your clit— messily elongating your orgasm with quick flicks of his wrist.

Your hand falls away from his cock, Jungkook’s nose scrunching up as it slaps wetly against your thigh. Bead of pearly pre-cum staining your skin.

Your arms wrap around his neck, bringing him into another kiss as his fingers ease on your clit, dipping between your slit before he’s slicking his cock up with your cum.

“Think you’ll be okay?” he murmurs against your lips, running the tip of his cock over your cunt, your eyes squeezing shut as the tip nudges your clit.

Your hips jolt upwards, and Jungkook laughs. A hearty one that has you smiling up at him.

“I love you”

Jungkook presses another peck to your lips, “I love you”

Your fingers part your pussy lips, and Jungkook’s holds the base of his cock, lining himself up with your entrance.

“So pretty” he murmurs, entranced.

You squirm under his gaze, cheeks flushing red as Jungkook’s eyes meet your own.

His smile had always started with his eyes, worming its way towards his lips as he gently pushes into you— head of his cock splitting you open.

Jungkook’s fingers thread with your own, hips languid as he thrusts into you. Your eyes flit between his, watching as his eyebrows furrow in the building pleasure he’s feeling.

There’s nothing rushed in Jungkook’s movements, the mere act of the two of you connecting in such an intimate way fulfilling enough. The raw emotions swimming behind his eyes with each wet squelch of your sodden cunt that overshadows both of your shaky breathing, is enough to slowly bring you hurdling towards another high.

You squeeze his fingers, thighs wrapping around Jungkook’s waits as he leans down, wet, open mouth kisses pressed to your tits— gentle thrum of pleasure sparking down your body as his tongue laves over your nipple.

“I’m close, pretty. Cum with me” Jungkook grunts, eyes closing in utter bliss.

One of your hands slip out of his grasp, worming between your bodies until you brush over your clit.

“Good girl, play with yourself for me”

Jungkook rocks into you, hips stuttering as he nears his release, thighs clapping obscenely against your ass. Your fingers pick up their pace on your clit, staccato of moans tumbling past your lips— Jungkook’s deep groan harmonizing with you.

“Gonna cum” you hiccup, thighs tightening their hold they have on your boyfriend.

You feel his cock twitch, cry of pure pleasure muffled by his lips as Jungkook’s release paints your walls white. And that’s what pushes you over the edge, the world around you seems to muffle, crackling in your ears as you feel unadulterated pleasure course throughout your body in thick waves.

“Well done” Jungkook’s hips pull back a fraction before he’s pushing back into you, “Did so well for me” he croons.

Your chest stutters out a breath, hands mindlessly grasping onto any part of Jungkook you can hold on to. Warmth of his sweat slicked skin helping the buzz of your high melt. Bodies still one, the closest the two of you will ever physically be.

“You okay?” he whispers, lips pressed against your forehead and you nod; legs falling from around his waist.

“Thank you, Kook”

He snickers, “You don’t have to thank me for this, darling” he pushes the sweaty strands of hair from your forehead.

“Not for this” your nose scrunches up at him, “Just—“ you start, lip tucked under your teeth, “Just for everything”

“I love you”

Your muscles relax, giggle bubbling up your throat, “I love you more”

“We should have put a towel down, we just cleaned the sheets” he groans, falling on top of you.

You wheeze out a breath as his full weight settles over you; groaning as your walls clench around his cock that’s still nestled inside of you.

“I have a surprise for you” Jungkook’s lifts his head, and you crane your neck.

“Surprise?”

“Yeah, go pee and then I’ll show you” he tucks your hair behind your ear.

You thighs twitch at the slow drag of his softened cock as he slips out of you.

Jungkook’s fingers drag through your slit as his cum leaks out your hole, a whine pulled from the back of your throat as he fingers his cum back into you.

“How messy” he teases, and your cunt clenches around nothing as he smears his cum over your pussy, “Let me help clean you up”

Your boyfriend scoots down the bed, trail of kisses setting your skin alight as he makes himself comfortable between your legs.

He kisses over your clit, tongue flicking out, toying with the swollen little bud before he’s wrapping his lips around it. He continues to push his cum back into your sodden cunt, walls pulling him in until he’s knuckle deep inside of you.

You whine as he crooks his fingers upwards, stomach tensing as he slowly drags them out of you, mouth leaving sloppy kisses over your entrance, tongue teasing as he circles your hole.

You moan at the lewd noises your cunt makes, burning hot pleasure shooting straight to your throbbing clit as Jungkook’s fingers draw tight circles over the bundle of nerves.

“Cum on my tongue” Jungkook pulls away briefly, only to shove his face further into your cunt, scooping out his own cum and letting it coat his tongue.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, shuddering as his nose nudges against your clit, “I’m cumming” you whine, hips bucking into Jungkook’s face. Using him to get yourself off.

Jungkook hums, vibrations thrusting you head first into another orgasm, body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your previous high.

Jungkook doesn’t stop, tongue licking a bold stripe up your pussy, lips wrapping themselves your clit again— teeth gently scraping over the sensitive skin.

You sob, thighs clamping around his head. Another gush of slick leaks out your cunt and that’s all it takes for Jungkook to finally pull away.

You moan into the kiss as he holds himself up over you, mixture of your releases coating your lips. Jungkook’s chin shiny with your thick arousal. “Always so good for me”

✯ ✯ ✯

“Careful there’s another step” Jungkook warns, arms wrapping around you waist, helping you up the final step.

Your hands remain over your eyes, blindly trusting that Jungkook wouldn’t let you hurt yourself. A sentiment that doesn’t fly over his head, something he definitely thinks about way more than most boyfriends would— but he simply can’t help himself when it comes to you. Everything you’ve ever done is effortlessly perfect to him, and the fact you trusted him like this is enough to have him pressing kisses in all your favorite places.

“What are we doing?” you dare ask, knowing he wouldn’t give you a hint. He’d be adamant on keeping it a secret as the two of you showered and he helped you change.

Goosebumps prickle the skin of your arms when a door swings open. Breeze pushing your hair out of your face as Jungkook pulls you outside. First gust of fresh air causing the hair on the back of your neck to raise.

You’d always believed the night to be cathartic, something almost healing about simply living while people slept. The air always a little fresher, freedom easier to grasp. The world at ease when night fell, where the sky felt closer to the ground; endless possibilities sat at your feet like you finally had control over your life.

“Open your eyes” Jungkook gently pulls your hands away from your eyes.

You look around, “We’re on the roof?” you turn back to Jungkook, eyes furrowing in confusion.

“Look up” he points to the sky.

Your head tips back, mouth opening in awe at how clear the skies were— a million little stars winking at the two of you. Flickering like little fireflies, and you can’t help but smile as you spot a shooting star. Silent wish on the tip of your tongue, and Jungkook seems to have the same idea as his eyes flutter closed.

Jungkook pulls the blanket off his shoulder after making his wish, spreading it out on the floor. One the two of you had used countless times for picnic dates in the park.

“I thought we could stargaze. There aren’t any clouds tonight” he pats the blanket. Silent invitation for you to join him.

You wonder if it were possible to fall in love with someone all over again. Whatever love you felt for them amplifying until all you can feel in an inexplainable love for someone else.

Love is never linear. Never constant. It influxes, where maybe the lines of yours and Jungkook’s love cross paths every now and again when the two of you spend time alone like this. Everything seeming ever so easy when all that existed in your worlds were one another— orbiting until every other planet in the solar system is out of reach, where you’ll always stay together even as the universe crumbles around you.

Loving Jungkook has always been so easy. And truly you believe that for as long as there are stars in the sky, your love will forever be with him. Trusting that he’ll delicately hold your heart as you hold his, because there’s no one else in the entire universe you’d rather have by your side than your best friend.

“I really love you” you blurt, as the both of you lay side by side, “I love you doesn’t feel like enough to explain it”

“I feel like that a lot. It’s a weird feeling” he hums thoughtfully, and you nod your agreement.

“I like it” you murmur, fingers finding Jungkook’s, pinkies intertwined, “It’s a good feeling”

“I like it too” Jungkook turns his head to look at you, endeared smile on his face when you meet his eyes, “My star girl”

You smile at that, tilting your head, featherlight kiss pressed against Jungkook’s lips. Where he chases after you for another, and then another.

“There’s a meteor shower in a few weeks, we should go camping and watch it” Jungkook tells you mindlessly, a thought he’d been meaning to bring up days ago but had been lost somewhere in the dark corners of his mind.

“I’d like that” you nod, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“I’d like that too” his nose scrunches up, and you kiss it; laughter bubbling up Jungkook’s chest, contagious as you start to giggle too.

Meeting Jeon Jungkook had been the luckiest part of your life, and maybe he was your special star. The one you always find whenever you turn towards the sky, no matter where you are, always watching over you.

To Jungkook, he’s more than certain you’re his. You’d always be the prettiest star in his universe, and he’ll continue to follow you until you fizzle out into stardust.

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archaic-stranger · 3 months

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aesthetic for @honeyteastudies

pastel pink sky in the early morning

finding endless beauty in the rings of saturn or the storms of jupiter

gazing up at the distant stars

a warm hug on a cold day

working toward the best version of yourself

the joy of small, exquisite moments

a love for the cozy things in life

green tea with honey, warming you from the inside out

keeping close to the people you love

a model of the solar system resting on your desk

the rush of gratification when a computer program finally works properly

looking for the milky way on a dark night

heavy physics textbooks, the satisfying weight of knowledge

filling your camera roll with photos of everything that makes you happy

seeing the world with artist's eyes, dissecting everything into lines and shading

rough sketches, smudges of graphite on your hands

summer rainstorms, breathing in the humid air

spinning in a flowy skirt under a magnificent sky

#dark academia #dark academia aesthetic #academia aesthetic #academia #studyspo #student aesthetic #light academia #light academia aesthetic #aesthetic

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jvkeh · 11 months

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mean Dom!hhu? :(

anon. i lvoe u.

MEAN DOM HHU

⤷ c.w degradation, spanking, multiple nicknames, grinding, threesome (little implication of mlm in vergyu), pure filth | © jvkeh

SEUNGCHEOL & WONWOO

“are you close, angel?” wonwoo’s tone resembled arrogance, the knowledge that you were inable to orgasm but still being teased, giving him a ego boost. “your cunt is whining for it.”

he wasn’t lying. your pussy squelched under the bullet vibrator, the sounds bouncing off the walls as your cheeks heated in embarrassment. embarrassment of being caught getting too close with yoon jeonghan and hong jisoo , embarrassment of having your dress not fully zipped, embarrassment of being thrown into your bed the next house over and edged for two hours on end. that’s what happened when you tested choi seungcheol and jeon wonwoo, two of the most dominant men in the friendship group.

so it came to no surprise of their mutual friends when you were forcefully tugged out of the couch between the j boys and thrown over one of your boyfriend’s shoulders, them shouting flirty comments at you as you were steered out of the building, walking only a few steps before reaching your own house, seungcheol making work of unzipping your dress as wonwoo removed your stockings before being slapped on the ass with so much force that it knocked you onto the bed.

seungcheol’s fingers harshly entered your cunt the same way it exited, finally relieving you of the endless torture that the toys they used subjected you to. you were bent over seungcheol’s lap and spanked multiple times as wonwoo’s cum shot onto your ass, then edged with a mold of wonwoo’s cock, wonwoo’s fingers brutally attacking your clit while seungcheol rubbed over your labia, nearly blacking you out from the sensation.

and once you came in their face, seungcheol did not hesitate in inserting a bullet vibrator far up your pussy while wonwoo began to jack off again at the sight of seungcheol eating you out, when you were already so sensitive.

“urgh, god. cheol, wonu.” you squeal as your core begins to tense up, a spoiler to your pending orgasm. you clench your legs and tighten it around seungcheol’s neck as he begin to lick deeper and deeper into your pussy, before you let out a loud cry and arch your back, releasing everything pent up from the painful treatment of your boyfriends. “argh!”

you rested your head back down on the pillow, eyes clenched as you physically felt your cum leaking out of your cunt, seungcheol continuing to suck on your clit softly, letting out a breathy “fuck.” . despite the ringing of your ears, you could make out wonwoo’s voice, before soft hands curled around your waist and lifted you up, resting you upwards against the bedframe instead of flat down. “open your eyes angel.”

you cautiously opened your eyes, face to face with seungcheol, who’s face was dripping with a milky substance. your eyes widened as he let out a hearty laugh, wonwoo smirking from behind. “you squirted all over his face, angel. are you proud?”

“she flirts with them, yet she was the one who claimed me.” seungcheol shooked his head, licking his lips to capture the close remains of your release as you blushed. even though he was very obvious about his bold and confident actions, you still couldn’t help but be flustered, a stark contrast to wonwoo’s subtle but intense ones.

wonwoo’s finger reached out to collect a drop of cum sliding down seungcheol’s mouth, before bringing it to his own to suck on, nodding in approval. “nothing taste better than a mean fuck.”

VERNON & MINGYU

“‘m sorry!” you whine out as you’re dragged away from the door that vernon closed into the living room, watching mingyu aggressively open the first few buttons of his restrictive shirt before turning back to you. “belt or hands?”

“neither.” you say in a factual tone, before mingyu and vernon scoff in sync. “what?”

“is she really going to mouth off despite what she did?” mingyu mutter to the younger boy, who’s in complete disbelief at your attitude. “we really need to teach her a lesson.”

mingyu sat on the couch, spreading his legs as far as he can to accommodate you, as vernon steered you towards him, his strength outrivalling yours despite your best efforts. mingyu grabbed your arms and pulled you forward to him, before adjusting you until you were properly seated over his lap, legs dangling off the couch. he flipped up your short skirt, the same one that hoshi was ogling you in, the tight fitting tiger print highlighting your thighs.

“any last words, love?” mingyu’s calm voice was a deathly contradiction to the pure anger on his face. his hand levitated above your ass, plotting it’s positions as vernon unbuckled his pants. you have been in this situation too many times. petty argument escalates to all day ignoring, before saying or doing something out of line that makes you ends up on either mingyu’s lap or under vernon’s body. but there was a new addition to the exploited formula for good sex today, a public event that required mingyu and vernon to hold back from immediate punishment and watch you cosy up to the birthday boy and his best friend.

four long grueling hours of witnessing their friends pretend they didn’t want to fuck you. halfway, hoshi and dokyeom arrived to compliment your outfit (a tight fitting skirt and a silk cami top that showed off skin everywhere), and you continued to talk to the four men with seductive expressions, in which mingyu could swore at some point, hoshi had a boner.

“remember the stoplights, baby.” vernon grunts as he finally got his hand on his cock, which was mingyu’s cue to start torturing your ass. his hand slammed down on your perky butt as you let out a yelp. “argh!”

“don’t start cryin on us, slut.” mingyu grins, letting out a extreme pinch to your behind as you begin to shift on his lap. “you discarded our rules, so now you pay the price.”

vernon began to stroke himself to the beat of mingyu’s slaps, as he got closer until his groin was directly above your body and he was right in front of mingyu. pained mumbles and pants left your mouth as mingyu continued his assault on your ass, all hopes of begging for redemption lost. mingyu was the more forgiving of the two, with vernon being more susceptible to petty behaviour. but when mingyu was mad, vernon took the calm route, because mingyu’s brat taming skills were another level.

“fuck, baby. your cries are turning me on.” vernon’s cock was already stiff in it’s slacks when you were making crude comments in the car, but it reached it’s full potential after you started crying a few seconds into the sex. mingyu’s hands were big and heavy, and you could never get used to how much it hurted when he spanked you.

you looked up, eyelashes wet with tears as vernon could only let out a groan. mingyu, focused on making sure you were hurting, looked upwards at the same time to see your face drenched with tears.

“god, she looks so pretty, doesnt she?” he mutters as his own cock begin to tighten under your body. (he will have to treat that with his boyfriend later..) “love it when she cries like a little slut.”

you let out a even louder cry at the insults, your cunt clenching under the degradation they were sending to you. how vile, how dehumanising, how hot-

mingyu’s hand begin to pause from his spanking and decided to tease your cunt, the other snaking to vernon’s cock before stroking him at a harder pace. “gotta make both of my babies come.” you thought he was joking when he said the other day that he thinks he’s ambidextrous, but from the way his fingers turned and rubbed the right spots and the sounds both you and your boyfriend was producing, you realise he might be right.

“f-fuck, i’m almost there.” you whined, looking up to vernon’s face being flushed red as mingyu’s thumb played with the tip. “yeah babe, so close.”

you shut your eyes tightly, anticipating yourself to overcome the obstacle before your orgasm, and hearing the familiar sound of vernon orgasming loudly before you feel all the sensations fading away.

“what?” you opened your eyes, confused at why you didn’t cum. mingyu’s hand was pulled away from your cunt last minute, a look of amusement on his face. “wh-why didn’t you make me cum?”

“did you really think a brat like you would get a orgasm, free of charge?”

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nasa · 1 year

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12 Great Gifts from Astronomy

This is a season where our thoughts turn to others and many exchange gifts with friends and family. For astronomers, our universe is the gift that keeps on giving. We’ve learned so much about it, but every question we answer leads to new things we want to know. Stars, galaxies, planets, black holes … there are endless wonders to study.

In honor of this time of year, let’s count our way through some of our favorite gifts from astronomy.

Our first astronomical gift is … one planet Earth

So far, there is only one planet that we’ve found that has everything needed to support life as we know it — Earth. Even though we’ve discovered over 5,200 planets outside our solar system, none are quite like home. But the search continues with the help of missions like our Transiting Exoplanet Survey Satellite (TESS). And even you (yes, you!) can help in the search with citizen science programs like Planet Hunters TESS and Backyard Worlds.

Our second astronomical gift is … two giant bubbles

Astronomers found out that our Milky Way galaxy is blowing bubbles — two of them! Each bubble is about 25,000 light-years tall and glows in gamma rays. Scientists using data from our Fermi Gamma-ray Space Telescope discovered these structures in 2010, and we're still learning about them.

Our third astronomical gift is … three types of black holes

Most black holes fit into two size categories: stellar-mass goes up to hundreds of Suns, and supermassive starts at hundreds of thousands of Suns. But what happens between those two? Where are the midsize ones? With the help of NASA’s Hubble Space Telescope, scientists found the best evidence yet for that third, in between type that we call intermediate-mass black holes. The masses of these black holes should range from around a hundred to hundreds of thousands of times the Sun’s mass. The hunt continues for these elusive black holes.

Our fourth and fifth astronomical gifts are … Stephan’s Quintet

When looking at this stunning image of Stephan’s Quintet from our James Webb Space Telescope, it seems like five galaxies are hanging around one another — but did you know that one of the galaxies is much closer than the others? Four of the five galaxies are hanging out together about 290 million light-years away, but the fifth and leftmost galaxy in the image below — called NGC 7320 — is actually closer to Earth at just 40 million light-years away.

Our sixth astronomical gift is … an eclipsing six-star system

Astronomers found a six-star system where all of the stars undergo eclipses, using data from our TESS mission, a supercomputer, and automated eclipse-identifying software. The system, called TYC 7037-89-1, is located 1,900 light-years away in the constellation Eridanus and the first of its kind we’ve found.

Our seventh astronomical gift is … seven Earth-sized planets

In 2017, our now-retired Spitzer Space Telescope helped find seven Earth-size planets around TRAPPIST-1. It remains the largest batch of Earth-size worlds found around a single star and the most rocky planets found in one star’s habitable zone, the range of distances where conditions may be just right to allow the presence of liquid water on a planet’s surface.

Further research has helped us understand the planets’ densities, atmospheres, and more!

Our eighth astronomical gift is … an (almost) eight-foot mirror

The primary mirror on our Nancy Grace Roman Space Telescope is approximately eight feet in diameter, similar to our Hubble Space Telescope. But Roman can survey large regions of the sky over 1,000 times faster, allowing it to hunt for thousands of exoplanets and measure light from a billion galaxies.

Our ninth astronomical gift is … a kilonova nine days later

In 2017, the National Science Foundation (NSF)’s Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory (LIGO) and European Gravitational Observatory’s Virgo detected gravitational waves from a pair of colliding neutron stars. Less than two seconds later, our telescopes detected a burst of gamma rays from the same event. It was the first time light and gravitational waves were seen from the same cosmic source. But then nine days later, astronomers saw X-ray light produced in jets in the collision’s aftermath. This later emission is called a kilonova, and it helped astronomers understand what the slower-moving material is made of.

Our tenth astronomical gift is … NuSTAR’s ten-meter-long mast

Our NuSTAR X-ray observatory is the first space telescope able to focus on high-energy X-rays. Its ten-meter-long (33 foot) mast, which deployed shortly after launch, puts NuSTAR’s detectors at the perfect distance from its reflective optics to focus X-rays. NuSTAR recently celebrated 10 years since its launch in 2012.

Our eleventh astronomical gift is … eleven days of observations

How long did our Hubble Space Telescope stare at a seemingly empty patch of sky to discover it was full of thousands of faint galaxies? More than 11 days of observations came together to capture this amazing image — that’s about 1 million seconds spread over 400 orbits around Earth!

Our twelfth astronomical gift is … a twelve-kilometer radius

Pulsars are collapsed stellar cores that pack the mass of our Sun into a whirling city-sized ball, compressing matter to its limits. Our NICER telescope aboard the International Space Station helped us precisely measure one called J0030 and found it had a radius of about twelve kilometers — roughly the size of Chicago! This discovery has expanded our understanding of pulsars with the most precise and reliable size measurements of any to date.

Stay tuned to NASA Universe on Twitter and Facebook to keep up with what’s going on in the cosmos every day. You can learn more about the universe here.

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

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chunky-glitter · 1 year

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I want massive milky titties and a globular sloshy gut and thunderous soft thighs and a protruding wobbling ass. I want to be lounging and drinking and high all the time and I want to be worshipped for it like a queen. Or like a goddess.

I want a line of people a mile long stretching out of my temple with their arms full of offerings, desperate to feed or fuck me. Stuff me full, try to impress me. Bring me a keg of your brewery’s best ale, drain it all into my mouth. If I like the way it stretches my gut and makes my brain fog and spin, maybe I’ll accept your seed, giving you a blessing for the next year.

Acolytes drinking sweet boozy milk from my ludicrous fat tits, gulping desperately to swell their bellies in my image. Desperately and drunkenly humping against each other’s sloshing bellies when they’ve had their fill and lost their inhibitions. Priests to supply and light my endless joints, to rub my wobbling gut all day and gently help me burp out the gas so I can have more, more, more.

Everyone worshipping at the altar of my body as I worship at the altar of consumption.

#I am in a super feedism mood tonight and my partner is busy lol #.txt #rambles #my writing #intox #intox feedism

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