Mists Of Celeste 31

mists of celeste ➻ 31

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ Word Count: 9.4k (._.) ➻ 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 four ➻ part six

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“Need help with the dishes?” The voice catches off-guard, and you nearly chuck the ceramic plate in your hands across the cramped kitchen in your surprise.

“Shit, you scared — oh.” You don’t mean to sound so shocked but seeing San standing beside you at the sink is the last thing you were expecting. He just offers a weak smile, one that is strained and wavering but present nonetheless, and that gives you a little bit of hope about the ensuing conversation. He has effectively cornered you, and while you could make a daring escape and leave him to do the dishes on his own, that would be both suspicious and unnecessary when San isn’t showing any signs of anger at the moment.

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

Minho fucked Jisung.

Correction: Jisung fucked Minho. God.

The more you think about it, the more your heart races, the more your body feels like it’s being stretched thin over red hot coals. It’s a test of fortitude. You know you’re going to fail.

In the solitude of your bedroom, relief can’t come quickly enough. The little black box of regression quakes and stresses with urge to be freed, and who are you to deny it?

The first touch is the worst. The most shameful. An admission of surrender. If sinking into the fantasies didn’t feel so good, maybe you wouldn’t do it. As it stands, you’ve just been handed a whole crate of new material to unpack, because Jisung fucked Minho. The stunning rapper fucked your beautiful best friend in his dance studio, and— God. How will you ever think of anything else again?

You despise Minho for dropping it on you like that. How dare he douse you in lighter fluid and throw a match. Fucker. And you’d been doing a decent job of managing those thoughts that so often made you run cold before they made you run away.

Shoving your fingers into your mouth and running the wet digits over your clit makes the fall a little easier; like sinking into a scalding bath. Eyes closed and you’re somewhere else: an observer in the dance studio. It’s dark save for the muted, ethereal glow of a mirror. In it you see the reflection of your best friend’s face, torn with lust. Burnt. Desperate. His body is iridescent, his spine arched beautifully for the man that stands behind him and worships him with calloused hands that leave fiery sparks on Minho’s skin, so tangible as to smell of ash. The noises they make— fuck, they sound like sin. Too heinous to comprehend. You push two fingers into yourself and muffle your groan into the pillow.

Jisung tells Minho that he feels so good— he calls him hyung. Fuck. Minho pleads for more, his big cock throbbing, hanging, leaking with the force of Jisung’s pounding. You fuck yourself in time with it, and it’s not enough, but you’ve nothing else to be stuffed full of. You want to feel it. The stretch— how Jisung stretches him. You want to smell it. The musk of sex, the desperation. You yank the collar of Minho’s huge shirt over your nose, bury in it, breathe in until your lungs are packed with him. A shiver tears through you, you squeeze around your fingers. Drooling and whimpering you grind on yourself, press your palm to your clit, writhe like a hellish, pathetic creature that would throw itself at the feet of mercy to be forgiven for what it’s doing, because it knows it’ll do it again.

 It’s beautiful. They’re beautiful. You don’t belong. You don’t deserve to see it, not even in your sordid imagination, because people like you are the reason people like them shroud themselves to dull their lustre. They don’t want the attention you give. And so you satisfy the cravings in secret, away from where your best friend might find you and discover the appalling depth of your delusions. Can’t risk that. You’d lose him. Lose everything.

Minho’s crying now. His tears glimmer like the first dew. He begs for it. “Harder, Jisungie. Fuck me harder,” and he’s so stunning you think you could hate him. Jisung hushes him softly, the sweat on his skin highlighting divots and lines of thick, flexing muscle. The fairy Minho always wanted to fuck. He has him now.

“I’ve got you, hyung. You’re mine.”

The mirror wavers as your orgasm blooms, hot and wet. You’re close. So incredibly close—

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

You come with a violent shudder, a broken wail into the damp pillow. The seconds that it lasts are blissful, euphoric, as pure as new snow. You float, removed from everything.

But the comedown is inevitable. This time, it’s the worst it’s ever been. When the warmth of content subsides and reality sinks in, an intense disgust crawls over your clammy skin. Your gut churns uncomfortably, tears sting your eyes. Why do you keep doing this? How can you be so selfish? There’s no possible way to justify such blatant objectification, so you won’t even try, but sitting with the disgrace seems too hefty an undertaking. It’s too much. That was too much. Something’s got to give. There must be a way to purge these urges without resorting to physical reprieve that only makes you feel worse when the act is done. Minho would want nothing to do with you if he knew these baser parts of you. None of them would.

Your thighs ache. Fingers are tacky. Minho’s shirt sticks to your sweaty back. Your heart still pounds but now through regret; you don’t want to fucking cry, but the first tears slip regardless. You sit up, frantically swipe them away. You can’t wallow. The little black box needs to be sealed, put away, locked up tight. Thrown to the incinerator.

Your phone is on the bedside table: you reach for it. There’s a message from Minho.

>> Going for a walk. Don’t forget to stir the soup.

Swallowing over the thick guilt, you dial Changbin. It clicks through to voicemail. Frustrated, you message him instead:

<< can you send me jisung’s number?

Twelve minutes later and with an emoji of confusion, Changbin responds with the number, asks if you’re okay. You reassure and thank him, promise to call him later.

With a deep breath, you tap the saved number.

𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 >

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mists of celeste ➻ 32

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 8.7k ➻ 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 four ➻ part seven

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“Captain won’t hurt him.”

You don’t need to turn to see who has just stepped in, but you do nonetheless at least for the smallest semblance of confirmation. It doesn’t make it any easier to see who stands at the edge of the tunnel, bright light cascading around his tall form and casting crude shadows across the floor as he walks closer to the group. You swallow around nothing in anticipation although nothing could prepare you for what Mingi says next.

“Because I’m the one going in there, not Jongho.”

“Absolutely not!” Yunho blurts without a breath of hesitation, hand jerking down by his side in a fist clenched so tightly that his knuckles go white.

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mists of celeste ➻ 45

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 21.0k ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba chapter specific warnings: talk of torture, references to injury and blood, conversations and engagements in unhealthy coping mechanisms, adult content ➻ 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 ➻ happy easter to all those who celebrate <3 have a surprise chapter <3

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act six ➻ part four ✦      ✦      ✦

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You are spared the further pleasure of having to deal with Jisung for the rest of the day, and in fact, he doesn’t return for a handful of days. Minho lingers, mostly on account of looking after you and your bum shoulder. Hyunwoo as well, of course, because it’s his home, and that Starscourge fellow you interacted with a bit in the past. Hyunwoo leaves you well enough alone. You can’t say that you mind all too much. There’s some gratitude for the fact that it’s only your shoulder that’s injured and not something like a leg because you aren’t bedridden or forced to stay inside because of the injury.

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mists of celeste ➻ 41

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 19.7k ➻ rating: M ➻ warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, smut ➻ 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 five ➻ part eight

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“Ahem, I hope I’m not interrupting?”

You jerk your chin up at the sound of the new voice entering San’s cramped clinic room, and your voice dies in the back of your throat when none other than Hyunjae enters. The book in your lap falls shut, page lost when your fingers don’t catch the place quickly enough.

“Ah, no, you’re not interrupting anything!” You speak through a smile as you slip off the edge of San’s bed, and the man’s hand escapes yours as you move. “Sorry, I found this book on your shelf and borrowed it, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, please feel free to peruse the books as you see fit! I just came to let you know that Nightingale won’t be here for another two or three hours. I know I said he was on his way, but apparently, he got a surprise lead he had to go after right away. He said he’ll come straight here after he’s done though.” The doctor drags a hand through his neatly parted locks, mussing the way it sits around his forehead. “I’m sorry for not having much for either of you to do in the meantime.”

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mists of celeste ➻ 38

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, smut ➻ word count: 17.1k (._.) ➻ rating: m ➻ warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba chapter specific warnings: blood, fighting, violence, weapons, choking (not the sexy kind sorry), self-inflicted injury, some psychological torture, graphic depictions of death, drowning but not really? someone being held underwater, implied suicide (but no graphic depiction) ➻ 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 five ➻ part five

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Stepping onto the bridge with Wooyoung in tow is an experience to say the very least. Mostly because it is eerily quiet when you arrive, so startlingly empty that you pause the second you step into the room. Hongjoong sits still as a statue in his usual place even though he has truly no need to be in the captain’s chair since you aren’t going anywhere quite yet. The only movements he makes are to cross one leg over the other back and forth every few seconds like he can’t stay put for too long. Other than that, he makes no effort to acknowledge your presence at the edge of the bridge, which would be expected if not for the crucial nature of your mission.

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