Mists Of Celeste 23.5

mists of celeste ➻ 23.5

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 3k  ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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act three ➻ part 5.5

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If Seonghwa had the choice, he would opt not to go to Hongjoong’s quarters and confront him, but after the rage he exhibited on the bridge, Seonghwa knows that he can’t leave the man alone right now. It’s been quite some time since Seonghwa saw him that angry, so much rage in his body that he even pushed it onto Seonghwa once the crew left the room. It was merely a quick push and a hissed order that told him to leave Hongjoong alone until further notice. Still, Hongjoong has never been angry enough to hit him, let alone shove him.

And Seonghwa understands – he truly does. He knows how important this lead was to Hongjoong; he knows that the captain held the highest hope for this one over any other that they’ve had in the past two years. To have it fall apart and crumble before their eyes? Seonghwa would be lying if he said that he wasn’t upset as well.

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mists of celeste ➻ 22.5

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 2.5k  ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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act three ➻ part 4.5

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“Yunho.” Hongjoong isn’t sure why he hesitates in the doorway, looking towards the healer in question. Yunho doesn’t look up right away; he’s far too immersed in his work to notice Hongjoong standing at the edge of the room. Wooyoung acknowledges him in an instant though. Hongjoong hadn’t even seen the man off to the side since he was so focused on Yunho.

“Captain!”

Hongjoong offers a small smile in response to Wooyoung’s enthusiasm. He waves his hand through the air a moment later, an attempt to dismiss the rigid posture Wooyoung now holds, but the man continues standing still as a statue nonetheless. Yunho glances up at last, shifting to look back over his shoulder. His wide eyes soften a bit at the sight of Hongjoong standing near the edge of the room.

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mists of celeste ➻ 17.5

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 2.9k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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act two ➻ part 17.5

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“You left dinner rather early,” Yeosang says, tone soft as he steps over the threshold and into Wooyoung’s room. Wooyoung snaps his chin up and looks at the man with wide eyes. He relaxes when he realizes it’s Yeosang, but the tension in his shoulders remains, shoulders so high up that they nearly touch his ears.

“I wasn’t feeling hungry,” he mutters back. He picks at the skin around one of his nails absentmindedly, too lost in thought to care about the damage he’s doing to his fingers. Yeosang releases a small sigh, one that Wooyoung barely picks up on, and he moves to join Wooyoung at the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under the added weight.

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mists of celeste ➻ sixteen

➻ pairing: ot8 x fem!reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 10.7k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, knives, mild torture scene  ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act two ➻ part six

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Darkness swirls across your vision even as your eyelids flutter open. The air around you feels chilly and almost brittle, a sharp tension that you almost inhale as you breathe. You lift your head, noticing a dull ache in your muscles, and try to move your hands. You can’t, however. In fact, you can’t even move your arms. What feels like needles blossoms across your arms and wrists. You twist and writhe in attempts to figure out what the hell is going on, but panic is beginning to settle in and you still can see nothing thanks to whatever is over your eyes. Your legs are in a similar predicament; stuck in place with pain blossoming around your ankles when you try to yank them forward.

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mists of celeste ➻ fifteen

➻ pairing: ot8 x fem!reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 4.0k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act two ➻ part five

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He stands in the middle of the street with two pistols out and at the ready, a body at his feet that must have fallen victim to the random gunshot that echoed through the streets. Hongjoong isn’t alone though; he’s surrounded by eight thugs who seem to have the same idea. All have their own weapons pointed at Hongjoong’s head.

Hongjoong’s whole body is rigid and straight. Both arms are extended at ninety-degree angles, and the captain is ready to fire at any second. The silence is palpable, you can taste the tension on the back of your tongue, and no one moves. You are still at a far enough distance to be out of sight and out of mind. It leaves an opportunity. San’s little dot is still moving on your wristband, and there is a narrow alleyway off to your left that could grant you a shortcut if you decided to take it. Slowly, your right hand creeps down to the holster where your pistol sits. You drag two fingers over the metal with a hesitant touch.

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「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© Jan 2024 by jl-micasea-fics」

Don’t ever let Jisung be accused of slacking. Dude eats ass like it’s emergency prescription.

Minho trembles with the heat of it; Jisung’s earnest prodding and gentle lapping almost reverential as it sends shockwaves of delight straight to the elder’s leaking, rigid cock.  

The addition of a finger comes without warning; Minho shrieks, Jisung laughs.

“Sorry. Keen.”

Minho curses. “Fuck— Warn me next time.”

“Next time?”

“Shut up.”

Jisung giggles, but it quickly devolves to a whine of want when his digit is sucked in greedily. Doesn’t burn as much as Minho thought it would. Makes him want to test the limits of what he can take. For Jisung, he’d take it all. Everything.

“Oh, God—” A sweet spot touched upon and Jisung glows with pride, watching Minho through the mirror.

“Fuck yeah.” He grins.

“So smug— Alright, enough. I’m ready.”

Jisung's grin disappears. “Oh, shit. You sure?”

“Yes, Jisung, I'm sure I'm ready for you to fuck me.”

“Alright. Are you— Is right here okay?”

“Please—”

“Okay, damn.” Jisung scrambles to his feet, mutters something about impatient divas and kicks his jeans and boxers off. He caresses and kisses Minho’s ass, positions himself just so, one hand spreading the man bent over as the other guides his cock. Minho holds his breath, pulse roaring in his ears.

A healthy helping of the rapper’s spit serves as decent enough lubrication— Minho glows knowing how raw he’ll be tomorrow. When the initial breach gives way to slow, slick penetration, Minho feels the tether of his lifeline thinning, stretching, fraying. His hands slip against the mirror; he does his best to hold position as Jisung sets a firm pace. Through the glass he sees how Jisung draws tight, all delicious abs and muscle and the pretty veins in his throat, his tan complexion deep with lustful heat.

“Fuck, hyung— So tight, you’re insane, you feel so— God, I’m going to bust, like, immediately—”

Minho giggles breathlessly. “If you weren’t so big I wouldn’t feel so small.”

Jisung groans. “Hngg, Jesus. No more talking. Talking is banned.”

“Better fuck me then, J One.”

It’s not a challenge, but it’s taken as one regardless, which only speaks to Jisung’s enthusiasm. Minho hopes the soundproofing does enough to dampen his listless wails of delight as Jisung’s confidence bounds and he pounds him, holding him by curve of hips to drive deep and fast, each stroke more salacious by the continuous spit he thinks to contribute in dribbles between his sighs and grunts. Minho imagines how he must look; a dripping mess. Pink and puffy. Like a cheap whore good for endless reuse.

 His clammy hands slip again on a harsh thrust; Jisung guides him upright, presses his chest against the steamed glass and hooks Minho’s leg up by crook of knee, the swell of his bicep throbbing with the effort. Minho can see him better now. Fuck, he can finally see him.

“On me, baby.” Jisung pants in his ear. “Lean on me.”

Minho’s head falls back to Jisung’s shoulder, his form squashed against the glass but secure with Jisung’s arms around him— he’s surprisingly sturdy for his size.

“Yeah... just like that. Take me so well, hyung—”

“Thought talking was— fuck—I thought it was banned—”

Jisung laughs, husky and as smooth as gloopy, sun-warmed honey. “I’m an outlaw.”

“A demon.”

“I’ll take that.” The slap of skin slows. Minho feels it inside him; the swell and the hardening. Wishes he could live with it always. “Fuck, I can’t—” Jisung hisses, pulls Minho’s hips from the wall to create room enough to reach around and strip his cock with a sweaty hand.

White spots light behind Minho’s eyes as he comes all over the mirror with a pathetically broken whine. Jisung sharply withdraws, comes on Minho’s skin hot and fast, so substantial a load it gathers and runs in creamy rivulets down the elder’s body. Snail trails, Minho thinks. How weird would it be to get them tattooed on?

In the cramped and seldom used shower facility—a dingy wet room Minho only resorts to when cases of extreme exertion make the bus ride home in sweaty clothes an unthinkable fate—Jisung cleans Minho.

He’s quiet. Observant. Watches the suds as they glide over Minho’s chest and arms. It’s somehow more intimate than the sex.

“You’re not about to ask me to marry you, right?” Minho asks.

Jisung huffs a laugh. “Probably not.”

Probably.

“Was kind of hoping you’d want to be my boyfriend first?”

Jisung’s tired voice echoes off the cold tiles. Minho hears him thrice, and his heart lurches dangerously. It wants out. It wants in. It wants...

He laughs.

“You want me to join team Han? Do they have shirts yet?”

“Man, come on.” Jisung turns away.

“No, wait—” Minho reaches for him. Drags him back. “Sorry. Mockery is my default. I’m sorry.”

Jisung pouts.

“I...”

He’s diving off the deep end. Feels the board springing away from his feet, gravity protesting to pull him back down, his skin tightening against the inertia. Maybe this is what falling is supposed to feel like.

“I would love to be your third partner in this incestuous polyamorous nightmare we find ourselves trapped in, Han Jisung.”

The rapper grins. Smacks Minho with a wet kiss that pushes him back into the shower’s spray. 

“You know this can only all end in tears, right?” Minho later says.

Jisung hums sagely.

“Or a metric fuck-ton of cum.”

𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ♡ 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤-𝙛𝙞 ♡

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