#lover boy 🧅🥒

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(@pxison - hubby coming to bother thee wife 🥺)

As Germa crossed into an endless expanse of frigid open waters that forced them to maneuver past a broken up ice field, Yonji attempted fruitlessly to warm himself up by an open fire. The one thing he cursed about his cable bound strength was the inability to regulate his body temperature normally especially in his arms. His forearms and hands always felt ice cold to the touch and even burying them within a comically sized winter coat did nothing to calm the chattering in his teeth. Rubbing them together, and risking burning them in the flame did little to help his situation. Dark eyes light up when he spots Yorin enter the room and so an idea was born. Without so much as a greeting, he'd snatch his wife up into beefy cold arms and swallow her up with him in his coat. The body heat Yonji found definitely helped stave off the biting chill even if fingers that probably felt like icicles dug around in the nooks and crannies of Yorin’s body for even more of that heavenly warmth. Soon he'd bury his nose in the back of Yorins head to be comforted by not only her presence but also a familiar scent as well. He'd hold her like this until either he was told to stop or there happened to be better options to keep warm.

Born on a summer island, winter’s were always mild, pleasant even but Yorin never favored the season. Overcast and rain made the lush paradise a dreary theater of shadows, rolling hills obscured by fog more days than not. This is real winter, chilled to the bone desolation. Yes, Yorin expected to eventually visit the North Blue but if this is what she had to look forward to, the people could keep it.

Yorin's hands have constantly been filled with a cup of tea to keep the cold at bay but it stubbornly seeps in through the walls. It's awful and no amount of bundling and layers really makes them feel summer's exist at all in this stretch of ocean. How the clones, let alone the staff moved about between buildings is beyond her. 

Passing through one of the castle's many foryers they spot Yonji still in his coat and doing battle with the chill. Why hadn't Judge thought to make their suits immune to the weather or at least regulate temperature properly if he wanted to battle for the blue is a question she's forced to file away once Yonji spots her. Being shrouded in his coat is one thing; cute even, but his frozen fingers rudely shoved where he can fit them has her screaming. Elbows drive into his belly as she thrashes and yells: “You’re cold! This isn't funny!” In bed is one thing, she's guilty of pushing icy toes into her husband's back for relief but the cold has settled in the hidden cables bundled in his arms and it cuts right through the fur lined dress she's wearing.

“Yonji.” She huffs, limbs relaxing into the torture of warming him up, their combined body heat easily making the prince's coat a familiar, toasty paradise. “At least sit down.” The bite in their voice is gone after finally finding a place the cold can't tread.

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They had been much too casual in the snail call for Yorin's liking. Yes, they were durable and she often had little reason to worry, this had been different. Yonji's never returned unconscious before and in such bad condition on top of it. The doctors didn't see a point to share news of his well being or how long his surgery would be.

Hours had passed before finally Yonji was wheeled out of the O.R. to the room they now share. The stress a sedative when he was finally in the clear and Yorin has no idea she'd even dozed off until gentle fingers stir.

"Yonji!" She sits up, ignoring the arch between her shoulders and carefully drags her chair closer to his bed. "They wouldn't tell me anything." A hiss and narrowed eyes not directed at him. "How are you feeling? What happened?" Usually quiet and observant eyes were large with concern and reluctantly scanning his bandaged wounds.

Surely his presence hadn't grown on her so much she was actually worried about him? The prince clearly didn't know what that was if he felt the need to ask why she was here. "Where am I supposed to be?" She counters with an exasperated smile.

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 @mischievous-misdirection asked: [  VISITING  HOURS  ]:     upon waking in a hospital bed, one of the muses turns their head, and finds the other sleeping in an uncomfortable chair by their bedside. Anyone but the blue roach, don't deserve soft.

Waking up to the bright artificial lights of the infirmary was a rare sight for any of the brothers to endure and yet recognizable all the same. Waking up here meant a mission had gone sideways so badly that they'd had to be recovered and fetched back to the snail ships, something Yonji figured he was going to get hell for within moments of gaining consciousness.

Tubes and various lines ran connected on his body but he paid attention to none of this, instead of seeing any of his siblings especially Ichiji prepared to tear into him, he found his wife soundly asleep beside his designated bed. That was new, nobody before had ever cared to stay by his side during any of his recoveries and to find that chair filled now did things to his chest that made him afraid he was going to go into cardiac arrest from the damage he took in battle.

The heartbeat monitor by his bedside audibly picked up the pace as he forced himself to sit up. Rustling equipment around and ignoring the sharp pain he knew had nothing to do with seeing Yorin, he reached over to tap a shoulder softly, not quite willing to wake them up but also not wanting to be awake and alone for some strange reason he can't begin to describe.

"Yorin? Why're you here?"

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(@pxison - Yonji) - Strides bordering on a power walk, Yonji was headed back to collect something he had forgotten to bring with him for his afternoon training session. Something he'd been told by a certain nosy red head that it should've been kept with other equipment but he had insisted he might as well keep it seeing as he was the only one using it. Oversight certainly was a bitch and he definitely wasn't in the mood to get reprimanded on. His whole mood shifts when he reenters his now shared bedroom with Yorin as he spots them still unpacking a box he had seen earlier on when he'd initially left the room. The contents of which were curious and he didn't know what to make of most of them. Ranging from various sizes, shapes, and colors, there was a lot for Yonji to stand and gawk at trying to figure out what any of them meant. Were they decorations perhaps? "What's all this even for?" He asks as he is tempted enough to shuffle closer and hold one of said objects in a fist finding the material rather spongy and cool. Scanning more of the objects, it wasn't until he got to those more phallic in shape that dark eyes widen and dots seem to connect.

Truth be told they probably didn't need all of this … but where's the fun in that? This is probably the first time Yorin's been truly excited on Germa. Married sex life was good but it could be better and with the proper tools her Germa prince wouldn't know what to do with himself. However when Yonji does return she's only unpacked a fourth of the large crate, all of the toys needing a good wipe down and inspection for nicks after their travels.

Yorin's very tempted to ask their husband what he thinks they're for but can visibly see him string the thoughts together which earns him a very pleased laugh. "I suppose their marital aids now." Smiling, she reaches into a long box that had been open but not sorted and pulls out a white leather cat-o'-nine-tails to wave the toy around before smacking the straps against her upturned palm. "I have a lot of things we can play with." She smirks, dragging leather tails over lumpy bags still unopened. "You liked the sounding rods then you'll like the tuning fork ones I have around him somewhere." Dark eyes glance around, sure they saw them not five minutes before. "Oh, I also have these egg vibrates you might like too." The excitement is bubbling up in her voice again, usually easy smile practically beaming at the treasure trove of silicone and leather.

"What do you like? I've got nipple clamps, collars, sooo many vibrators and a swing in here I think?" Lips pucker trying to recall months ago when the box was packed. They hadn't really had this conversation but Yorin's dominant tendencies were far from ignorable in and out of the bedroom. "There's this really soft rope." Hand reaches into a black box to produce a nearly tied bundle. "We need to install some hard points around the room but I'm sure I have enough here to tie you up." Hands clap together as if the idea dawns on them just then. "Ooo I should buy some flesh lights, maybe a few cock rings too. That would definitely make edging you more fun."

Her mind is brimming with ideas and scenarios, voice fading away for a moment, eyes darting around then to Yonji to mentally take measurements and recall their past romps. How far could she push him? Was he patient enough for heavy bondage? Did he like mild pain play? Yorin had already made it a habit to tickle his hole when giving him head to plant the idea of exploring prostate play. They made vibrators just for that, didn't they? Eyes glitter with a predatory edge as they size up his muscled physique, he was clearly in danger.

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(@pxison - Yonji) - "Do you ever miss home?" The question comes out of nowhere while he chooses to spend time out of his day with Yorin. With his wife. And pinching his brows at how ridiculous his question sounded considering she could make visits or at least call when Germa strayed too far.

"Like more than usual?" He doesn't voice a lasting question he's had on his mind but he has most certainly thought of it more on certain stressful days.

Do you hate it here with me in Germa?

Breakfast with Yonji was often quiet besides rare pleasantries and even rarer times when she decides to feed him. The question leaves her blinking in sudden confusion. He never pried before … " Yes." Honesty was always best with these sorts of questions, figures there's no point in lying to him either. "I miss the scenery second to my family." She shrugs, gaze lingering on her fresh nails. Germa was such a cold place devoid of most everything they found familiar and charming. Besides Niji's outburst and the constant drone of training and weapons testing there was no joy, no music or laughter. The royal family didn't live together so much as exist in the same general vicinity as one another. Yorin wasn't sure any of them spent time together outside of work or rowdy shared sex.

It was sad.

Yorin's thankful for their library's and the small garden they managed to carve out, even if most of the area was for the mother spore. She could still plant flowers, pretty and sweet things to remember more colorful places.

"No more than usual." Soft hand moves to cup his cheek, thumb idly stroking the spot. "It's different but we all get used to things, strangers become familiar." Yonji was changing, even if he didn't see it but they'd both come so far from their first volatile encounter.

"Do you like being married?"

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(@pxisonn- Yonji) asked: He did his best to keep up with what was being said, really he did, but what really encapsulated his attention was his wife's curves. Was it what she wore that really made them stand out? Whatever the case may be, it was more than enough to encourage him to wind up a quick smack on that ass when he got up beside her. To cop a quick feel and stem his boredom.

In retrospect maybe she should have done this alone but Yonji was free for the day and if she didn’t monopolize his time he would have probably just worked out then passed out. Quality time was important and being out of that dreary castle was even nicer. Gift shopping with hubby was a relaxing change of pace, almost normal.

Yorin’s leaning forward looking into a display case when her husband's boredom finally boils over. The smack jolts her slightly, shock taking her a moment to stand up then slowly glance over her shoulder to Yonji, mouth slightly agape. She closes her mouth, opens it again , tan cheeks darkening in a blush for the first time in a long time. On one hand her allure was working and that was the plan, on the other she wasn’t exactly upset about it either. It was crude, embarrassing but … also a little endearing even if she’s quick to elbow him in the ribs hard.

Still blushing she huffs and turns back to the display case, the shopkeeper quietly amused with the lovers. “I’ll take that one.” She says pointing to an amethyst geode and the woman behind the counter moves to retrieve the stone and prepare it for travel. When she steps away Yorin turns to Yonji and steps close enough to whisper in his ear. “Last stop I promise, then you get all my attention.”

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A family outing is rare, each sibling dressed in gold trimmed regalia is certainly a sight. Yorin of course had chosen a shimming forest green gown to match with Yonji's color of choice; no chance to miss which brother belongs to her. All in all it's a pleasantly uneventful evening. Yorin happily spends the night catching up with familiar faces and charming new ones. This is their element, their war of choice and persuasion. A subtle word, a dance, a smile enough to sway favorable winds in her new family's direction.

It's the fifth or six dance that breaks the handsome faces and soft touch of diplomats lining up to dance with the women. Yonji's grip is aware but unkind as he leads her away from worried or confused looks. Yorin can already imagine what they'd say, she's been on the other side many a time. Speculation, scandal, it is an addictive poison the elites love to gouge themselves on.

She has never felt small next to Yonji in spite of their large size difference. Wide and tall, she knows he makes an imposing figure on the battlefield but this is polite company and all but accosting her to a dark corner and having the gaul to say she's had enough dancing. Yorin is appalled; the embarrassment of having a controlling partner clings hot and angry to their cheeks. “And what exactly do you mean by that?” Yorin has crossed her arms under her bosom, a single green lacquered finger raised in warning. “Choose your words very carefully, Yonji. What you just did was unacceptable and I will not tolerate it.” The usual warm raspy timber of their voice is pitched lower, anger barely disguised. Had she stepped out of line or been improper the sudden cornering would still not be deserved but understood.

They are a pair, one of the many faces of Germa. Yonji could at least act accordingly.

ROYAL, FANTASY ROMANCE AND SPICE @mischievous-misdirection asked: (corner): behind a corner of the great hall, receiver corners sender after seeing them dance with someone else. (:

Yonji was left stewing in a sea of turmoil as he watched Yorin dance on at a ball Germa rarely attended except for official reasoning. The drink he was nursing was one of numerous others tonight and it did nothing to help ease his mood or soothe the pinch in his brow. Hell, even the antics he and Niji would get up to weren't much help and so his older brother had left to go screw around somewhere else out of earshot of wherever their father decided to be tonight.

How Yorin had fun was none of his business but the lack of ability in doing more with his wife was beginning to tear at him. He never expected or wanted to be worried about such a thing but here he was getting increasingly agitated with each person that got to be in her presence getting to enjoy how soft they were and their company even for a little bit. An odd sort of needy jealousy was bubbling up then, but he didn't know that was what he was feeling just that he had a desire to have Yorin's attention all to himself and nothing else mattered or could stop him.

He'd wait until the music lulled in-between pieces in which partners were exchanged before bullying his way through the crowd. Gasps and exclamations were ignored as he rudely shouldered whoever was unfortunate enough to get in his way. Large hands were almost eager in the way they guided or more so pushed Yorin to follow him out of the crowd and to some quieter darker space. At least now no one could hear a prince of Germa border on a harsh whine like a dog for more love and affection.

"I think you've done enough dancing for one night."

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“Oh, uh-huh.” Her tones like that of a parent happy to play along when they knew better. It’s cute and more than she expected from him … he’s been exceededing her expectations for what this really could be. 

Hand lifts and falls gently atop the prince’s green hair, nails combing through soft locks. “You don’t need to be shy Yonji.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost sleepy as hand continues petting through his hair now in long slow strokes. Sometimes in moments like this her mind wonders if it could have worked out in another life, another time where duty didn’t bring them together. He almost looks small cuddling into her side, like a child starving for attention but unaware there’s something missing. 

‘I should be nicer to him.’ A silly thought, these warmongers didn't deserve something so simple.

Brows knit, fingers halting idle strokes to slide down between the strong planes of his back. “Come here, let me lay down so you can get comfortable.” Legs swing over plush sheets, free hand sweeping long two-tone hair out of the way to clear a spot for the man at her side. 

It takes a moment but once Yorin settles, arm lifts, beckoning Yonji to curl fully against her.

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@mischievous-misdirection​ asked:  “I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.” hubby time 🙏

Going to bed together was normally a quiet affair as tonight proved to be. One or the other would make their way to their shared bedroom that was formerly Yonji's alone to claim space to and eventually join beneath the sheets for the night.

Yonji had gotten better about not thrashing in his sleep over time, quick pinches and other small consequences he suffered doing well in training him not to flail or turn too hard so that Yorin might end up crushed against his muscular body. Not that he would mind the contact, he just wanted to go the night without anything of the sort happening and so if he needed to be obedient, he would for some shut eye.

But that was in his sleep, being awake still was another matter and Yonji typically did not find himself yearning to hold his wife as he did now. A spark of a desire he had no self-control over snuffing out, he did so, latching an arm up and around Yorin's curves to hold himself close. That soft feminine flesh feeling nice against his harder enhanced skin.

I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.

Pursing his lips, Yonji turns his face into her side to hide from the rest of the world. Words coming out muffled and potentially ticklish as he spoke indignantly. "Mm not cuddling. Just thought if I held you tonight maybe I won't go botherin' you in my sleep."

He did not want another sharp jab in his ribs thank you very much.

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Sound asleep Yorin's content with husband buried in her chest, arms loosy spooled around him. It's an uneventful night like many others they've shared until thick arms begin to tighten. One partially hard jerk brings mind to groggy alertness, Yonji still battling his unseen demons.

Thick brown pinch, skin clammy where Yonji was pressed flush to them and his body continuing to spasm. "Yonji?" A gentle searching call of his name, hand cupping his cheek and it's a shake that snaps him awake.

"Is something wrong?" Soft hands don't move from his cheek, free hand dragging finger tips up the steep values of his back and down again to soothe what could only have been a nightmare. "You normally sleep through the night." She clearly sees the exhaustion that still clings to his features and worry pricks at her stomach. "Do you want to go back to sleep? Or–" Knows he won't go for it, even in the safety of their marital bed, room dark enough to believe they were the only two people left in the world. "Do you want to tell me about it, if you remember?"

100 INDULGENT TROPES @mischievous-misdirection asked: for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare yoyo angst 😏

In the waking world, bulky muscles began twitching where arms were wrapped around Yorin in a sleeping embrace. This movement was unlike the previous restlessness and attempts at getting comfortable Yonji had done before. No, this movement was irregular in a discomforted way accompanied by a low, steadying climb of a whine in his throat as mind actively worked against him.

Dreams that had been pleasant turned sour in a matter of hours of REM. Most of the visions tormenting him depicted his arms being dysfunctional or even completely destroyed in a way in which even Judge couldn't fix.

The helplessness of being unable to care for himself so startling similar to how it was when he first had his modifications inserted in stout bone and muscle was what upset Yonji the most. His mind continued its torture, taunting him with scenes of being abandoned or even treated worse than Sanji as even the failure couldn't be this pathetic and helpless as he had arms and Yonji no longer did.

Before the nightmare can be taken further, Yonji felt soft hands shaking him awake, jolting him out of a fitful and harmful rest. Large rounded dark eyes blinked away exhaustion to peer at Yorin.

"Did I wake you again? Sorry..." He assumes it was because of something less distressing than a nightmare that both of them woke up now which he felt guilty still for causing. He was mindful a second later to release his tense grip that was a touch tighter than usual.