#stardust in her veins.

[reflecticcns]

[cosmicdreamt]

"I found this spot that sells some REALLY nice handmade candles and body scrubs and things of that nature. You should come with me to check it out!" // @the27percent

[mundiivagant]

Robert Stone & Madelyn Stone

[crimsononiarataki-archive]

"It's rare to find someone who sees you for who you truly are." / Lumine

"Trust me, I know that from personal experience. Most humans see me as... well a monster."

The Oni would frown, Lumine was one of his most trusted friends, and while they weren't always able to talk to one another or even hang out that often, she was still an important person to him, plus, she was a member of his Gang. Even if not in the fully official capacity. She had the title of a member, and sometimes called him 'Boss', but her focus was on finding her brother.

"I'm really glad we're friends, y'know? You're super nice, genuine, and easy to talk to. You don't judge me for bein' an Oni, or call me names."

He respected her, he had for a while, actually. Even before he'd met her face to face, hearing of her exploits and what she was doing to help his nation? Yeah, he respected her, and she was deserving of that respect too. He told her before, and he'd tell her however many more times he needed to, he'd ALWAYS have her back.

"If you ever need me, or the Gang, you just find a way to let one of us know and we'll get to you as fast as we can. You're important to all of us, Lumine."

[solivaggant]

Tag Dump

[atzaurora]

Can I request an Ateez Yeosang where the reader is at the concert and after send off Yeosang notices a blood stain on her skirt and pull her to the side and take her to his hotel. As they get to his room her cramps are unbearable so he fingers her and then fucks her until she feels better?

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] crimson nights

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Yeosang

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: fem!fan!reader x idol!yeosang

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: strangers to ?, idol x fan

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Who knew that her period during a concert would actually be something positive? As Yeosang takes her back to his hotel room due to the visible stain on her skirt, the atmosphere quickly shifts and leads to something far more exciting...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 3.0k

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: I have a few open requests and I'm trying to get them all done!! so in case you have requested something, it is being worked on <3 always feel free to leave requests, I love writing them ! enjoyyy

if you have any ideas or wishes let me know, requests are open

here's my [𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕]!

[𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕] here!

[about me] + [guidelines]!

In the throbbing heart of the stadium, the electric air buzzed with the excitement of thousands of fans, their energy almost tangible. The concert’s final notes resonated through the space, a sweet symphony of voices and instruments that seemed to hang in the atmosphere, lingering in every corner of the vast venue. As the lights dimmed, the cheers rose to a deafening crescendo, and the eight figures on stage took their final bows, sweat glistening on their faces like stardust under the glow of the stage lights. Amid the sea of waving lightsticks and reaching hands, you stood with your heart pounding, the thrill of the music still pulsing through your veins.

As the sea of fans began to disperse, you caught fleeting glimpses of ATEEZ as they made their way toward the exit, waving and smiling at the devoted crowd. Your eyes locked with Yeosang’s for a brief, electrifying moment, and his smile grew a notch wider as he heard your cheering from the mass of people. You called out to them, expressing your admiration and telling them how much you enjoyed the performance. Being so close to them felt surreal—like a dream—but the energy between you and Yeosang made it feel incredibly real.

When the send-off concluded, the crowd slowly began to dissipate, leaving behind only echoes of excitement and the harsh lights of reality. You lingered at the edge of the stadium, allowing the rush of people to fade before you followed. Organizing your belongings, you made sure everything was accounted for, taking your time before heading out. The stadium grew quieter as the majority of Atinys made their way home, leaving a hushed atmosphere in their wake. You were about to join them when you felt a soft touch on your shoulder.

Startled, you turned quickly, your heart skipping a beat as you faced the person before you. Your breath caught in your throat—it was Yeosang. Your bias, standing right in front of you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "Yeosang? What—" Words failed you as your mind raced to catch up with the situation. "Hey, I didn’t mean to scare you," he apologized, pulling his hand away with a soft, reassuring smile.

"Oh, no, it’s fine," you quickly reassured him, trying to steady your nerves.

His smile deepened, and he continued, "I just wanted to let you know that you have a blood stain on your skirt. I assume it’s... you know, that time of the month?" He chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but you were grateful for his honesty. "Oh my God, thank you for telling me. Yeah, I’ve been on my period since yesterday," you admitted, quickly wrapping your hoodie around your waist to cover the stain.

Yeosang’s expression remained kind and understanding, and he didn’t shy away from the conversation. Ever the gentleman, he offered a solution that made your heart skip a beat. "I’m staying at a hotel nearby," he said. "If you’d like, I could take you there so you can freshen up a bit." His tone was casual, but the offer felt incredibly personal.

You nodded without hesitation, still not fully believing this was happening. "Yes, that would be great," you agreed, your voice laced with excitement and disbelief.

The car ride to the hotel was a blur of nerves and awkward laughter, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. You sat there, acutely aware of the fabric of your skirt sticking to your skin, your mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. Yeosang, ever considerate, made sure to help you out of the car while keeping your skirt discreetly covered, shielding you from any potential embarrassment. He walked beside you, guiding you from the car, through the hotel’s entrance, and into the elevator that would take you to his room.

The hotel suite was a stunning contrast to the chaos of the stadium—vast, luxurious, and filled with a quiet elegance that put you at ease. As Yeosang led you inside, his eyes met yours with a silent question, his concern for you palpable. He gently guided you to the bathroom, his hand resting lightly on your back, offering comfort as you battled the sharp cramps that had been a constant, dull throb throughout the concert. You bit your lip, trying to mask the pain, but Yeosang noticed immediately, his gaze darkening with concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine care. You nodded, attempting to downplay the pain, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Without another word, Yeosang scooped you into his arms, lifting you as if you weighed nothing. Your heart raced, both from the pain and the surreal nature of the situation. He carried you to the bed, laying you down with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. His hands smoothed over your stomach, warm and comforting, as he whispered, "You’re in pain."

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes, the overwhelming combination of pain and his kindness making you emotional. Yeosang didn’t hesitate—he disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a glass of water and painkillers. You took them gratefully, your eyes following his every move as he tended to you with a quiet efficiency that spoke volumes about his character.

As the medication began to take the edge off your cramps, the tension in the room shifted, growing thick with unspoken emotions. Yeosang sat beside you, his eyes dark and intense as he reached out, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. "I can help," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You looked at him in surprise, but before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss.

The pain of your cramps momentarily faded into the background as he claimed you, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate exchange that left you breathless. Yeosang pulled away just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours as he reached for the hem of your skirt. You lifted your hips in silent agreement, allowing him to slide the fabric down your legs, the material whispering against your skin.

He paused for a moment, his gaze darkening as he took in the sight of your underwear, stained with crimson. But instead of pulling away, his expression grew more heated, and you felt a thrill of desire coil low in your belly. He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin as he began to press soft kisses along your inner thigh, his hands sliding up to cup you with gentle reverence. "You’re so brave," he murmured, his voice a sweet balm to your nerves. "So strong."

His lips hovered just above the stain, and with a soft, sensual kiss, he pressed his mouth against the fabric, his tongue swirling around the cloth in a gesture that made you gasp, your hips jerking upwards involuntarily. Taking this as an invitation, Yeosang moved higher, trailing kisses along your thighs, slowly working his way toward your most sensitive areas. When he reached your clit, he circled it with his thumb, watching your face intently as you squirmed beneath his touch.

"Does this feel good?" he asked, his voice rich with desire.

You could only nod in response, your breaths coming in short, shallow pants as the pain in your abdomen receded, replaced by a different, more intoxicating ache. Yeosang’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, his touch cool against your heated flesh. He teased you, sliding his fingers in and out in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you clutching at the bedsheets, your body arching into his touch.

"Yeosang," you moaned, your voice trembling with need. He responded by sucking on your neck, leaving a trail of dark, possessive marks that you knew would linger for days.

As your orgasm built, he added another finger, his touch becoming more demanding, rougher in a way that only heightened your pleasure. You could feel yourself tightening around him, the pressure in your belly growing, twisting into a knot of pure ecstasy. He kissed you again, hard and deep, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hand. With a cry that was a mixture of pleasure and pain, you shattered in his arms, your body convulsing as your orgasm tore through you.

The tension in your muscles finally broke, leaving you trembling and breathless as the room filled with the sound of your ragged breathing. Yeosang pulled back slightly, his fingers still buried inside you, his eyes watching you intently. "Is the pain still there?" he asked, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure that clouded your mind.

You nodded slowly, your body still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "It’s a little better, but it still hurts," you admitted, your voice worn out from the intensity of the moment.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Yeosang’s lips as he curled his fingers inside you, making you groan with satisfaction. "Mhm, in that case, we might need another round," he teased, his voice low and sultry as he began to move his hand again.

Your abdomen, which had been tight with pain, began to loosen under his ministrations, the cramps giving way to a different kind of tension. Yeosang’s eyes remained locked on yours, watching the way your body responded to his touch, seeing how close you were to the edge once more.

"Come on, let it out, baby," he urged, his voice both commanding and encouraging. The intensity of his touch, the way his fingers expertly curled and pressed against your sweet spot, sent you spiraling toward another climax. The tension within you snapped like a tightly wound coil, and you came with a cry, your body convulsing around his hand as waves of pleasure washed over you.

Yeosang watched with a look of deep satisfaction as you fell apart under his touch, his own breathing heavy as he maintained his focus on you. "Better?," he asked, his voice a husky whisper as he slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving you feeling achingly empty.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath, but the answer was clear in the way your body relaxed, the pain of your cramps nearly forgotten. He took this as his cue, stripping off his own clothes with deliberate precision, each movement revealing more of his toned, muscular body. He was a sight to behold, his skin glowing in the soft light of the room, every muscle defined and rippling as he moved.

As he positioned himself between your legs, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. The anticipation built, your body humming with a renewed sense of desire. When he finally slid into you, filling you completely, you gasped at the sensation, your body stretching to accommodate him. The fullness of him inside you was overwhelming, pushing all thoughts of pain far from your mind.

Yeosang set a rhythm that was both slow and deliberate, each thrust deep and measured as if he were savoring every moment, every sensation. The earlier urgency was replaced by a languid intensity that only heightened the connection between you. He kissed along your neck, his lips leaving a trail of heated marks on your skin, his teeth grazing your flesh just enough to send shivers down your spine.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, eliciting a deep groan from him as his hips snapped forward, meeting yours with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you with a powerful rhythm that had you arching off the bed, your nails digging into his shoulders.

With every thrust, you felt yourself climbing higher, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within you until it was all-consuming. His words, low and breathless, were a constant stream of praises and sweet nothings whispered in your ear, each one sending you further over the edge. You were lost in the sensation, the world around you narrowing down to the feel of his body moving against yours, the sound of his voice, and the intense pleasure that radiated through you.

As you neared your climax, the tension within you became almost unbearable, your body tightening around him as the pressure built. Yeosang, sensing how close you were, increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he too approached his peak. "You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I’m going to come."

And with those words, he did, his body tensing as he released deep inside you, filling you with his warmth. The sensation triggered your own orgasm, and you cried out, your body shaking with the force of it as you clenched around him, milking him for every last drop. The two of you stayed locked together for a moment, breathing heavily as the intensity of the moment slowly ebbed away, leaving behind a deep sense of satisfaction.

Yeosang eventually pulled out, leaving you with a sense of loss, but before you could even begin to protest, he was moving between your legs again. This time, his mouth replaced his cock, and you cried out at the overwhelming sensation. Your body was still sensitive from the previous orgasms, and the feeling of his tongue teasing your swollen clit was almost too much to bear.

He licked and sucked with a focused intensity, his eyes never leaving yours, watching every reaction, every tremor that passed through you. Your body bucked against his mouth, your nails digging into the sheets as you tried to hold on to the last threads of your sanity. "Yeosang, oh my God," you breathed, your voice hoarse from crying out his name.

He chuckled against your clit, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you that made your toes curl. His hand gripped your thigh, holding you firmly in place as he continued his assault on your senses. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost painful in its intensity, and before you knew it, you were coming again, this time even harder than before. Your body convulsed under him, your cries filling the room as you were pushed over the edge once more.

Yeosang didn’t stop until you were completely spent, your body trembling and sensitive, every nerve ending alive with the aftershocks of your release. When he finally slid back up your body, he kissed you deeply, sharing the taste of yourself with you. The kiss was slow, sensual, and filled with a level of intimacy that made your heart flutter.

You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, and instinctively, your hand reached down to stroke him, wanting to give him the same pleasure he had given you. But he stopped you, placing his hand over yours with a gentle but firm pressure. "Let me," he murmured, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

You nodded, your eyes locked on his as he positioned himself at your entrance once more. This time, when he entered you, it was slower, more deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second, every sensation. He stared into your eyes as he filled you, his gaze unwavering, and you could see the depth of his desire mirrored in his dark eyes.

The rhythm he set was slow and deep, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your already sensitive body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, to connect with him on every possible level. He kissed you, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of his thrusts.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and pleasure. The slow, deliberate pace allowed you to feel every inch of him, every movement, and it wasn’t long before you felt another orgasm building, this one slow and powerful, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly.

Yeosang’s breathing grew more labored, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he neared his release. "You’re so tight," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I’m close."

His words pushed you over the edge, and with a final, deep thrust, he sent you spiraling into another orgasm, your body clenching around him, milking his cock as he came with a low, guttural groan. His seed spilled inside you, filling you with a warmth that spread through your entire body, leaving you both utterly spent.

Yeosang collapsed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, his breath hot against your skin. "You’re amazing," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with genuine admiration. You felt your cheeks heat up, a blush creeping up your neck at his words.

"Thank you," you murmured back, your voice shaky but filled with contentment. He kissed the top of your head, his hand stroking your hair gently as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter.

After a moment, Yeosang shifted, his hand trailing down your back as he suggested, "Let’s get you cleaned up." He helped you to the bathroom, his touch always gentle, always considerate.

The warm water of the shower washed away the evidence of your time together, but the memories remained vivid in your mind. As he held you under the spray, his hands moving tenderly over your body, you felt a connection with him that went beyond the physical. This wasn’t just a fantasy come to life—it was something deeper, something real.

You stepped out of the shower, feeling more alive than you had in months. Yeosang handed you a towel, his eyes lingering on your naked body. You dressed in the clean clothes he'd laid out for you, feeling like Cinderella after the ball. But this wasn't a fairy tale; it was real. And as he walked you to the door, the promise in his eyes was all too clear. This wouldn't be the last time you'd be in his room, feeling his touch, hearing his praises.

[amirasainz]

I AM IMAGINING PAPA SAINZ'S REACTION TO LEWIS AND AMIRA AT THE MET GALA thank God Reyes shut off the TV early or he'd have a heart attack after seeing the after party

Also I HC that Carlos was frantically calling up his dad but Reyes turned it to silent mode because she KNEW her son would do that!!

So much fun to write this. I can totally see Carlos pacing in his room, wondering why his Papá isn't picking up. Enjoy reading and send some requests -XoXo

A mothers helping hand

Carlos Sr. and Reyes sat side by side, their eyes glued to the TV screen. Amira, their precious girl, graced the Met Gala carpet in a gown that shimmered like stardust. “Look at how pretty our girl looks,” Reyes whispered, her heart swelling with pride. Carlos Sr. nodded, blinking back tears. His little princess had become a queen.

As the gala unfolded, Reyes realized they could also catch the After-Party on TV. Carlos Sr. excused himself to fetch drinks, leaving Reyes alone with the screen. And there it was—a moment that sent panic coursing through her veins.

Amira, radiant and ethereal, stood in the arms of none other than Sir Lewis Hamilton. Reyes harbored no objections to their relationship, but she knew her husband’s temper. Worse yet, their son would undoubtedly intervene, urging Carlos Sr. to talk to Amira, to pull her away from the After-Party. Reyes couldn’t allow that.

In an impromptu decision, she switched off the TV and removed the batteries from the remote. Carlos Sr. returned, puzzled. “Ay, what happened? Why isn’t the TV working?” he asked. Reyes feigned innocence. “I don’t know, Carlito.” Her husband fiddled with the TV, oblivious to her covert operation.

His phone buzzed—a message from their son. Swiftly, Reyes snatched it, toggled flight mode, and deleted the internet settings. Extreme, perhaps, but she wouldn’t let their son disrupt Amira’s night. Not when she was dancing with stars.

“Maybe it’s a sign from above that we should go to bed,” Reyes suggested, her eyes twinkling. Carlos Sr. chuckled. He knew better than to argue with his determined wife. Offering his hand, he led her upstairs. But before they reached their room, he asked, “Have you seen my phone anywhere?”

Reyes feigned surprise. “Oh, Carlito, I think I left it downstairs. But you know what? Maybe we don’t need it tonight.” She pulled him into their bedroom, leaving the world outside. In that quiet space, they listened to the distant music of the Met Gala, knowing their daughter was twirling in Lewis Hamilton’s arms.

And Reyes silently vowed to protect Amira’s happiness, even if it meant outsmarting technology and meddling sons.

[yandere-wishes]

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Hot Take: Swan Lake (But make it Yancore)

Act 1 Scene 1

But has anyone ever thought about the misery that lies concealed beneath the waves of Swan Lake? A love that's molded over tenfold, yet still continues to rot?

Has anyone ever thought about how in love Baron von Rothbart must have been? How desperate he was to gain Odette's adoration that he sentenced her to his own prison? None shall have her, should he be unable to possess her. It's a promise he makes in a kiss of smoke and stardust. 

Rothbart is a creature sewn of flames and feathers. Carved from abomination and power. Strong and weak all in the same breath. Yet ultimately a prisoner too, just like his dear Odette. Rothbart's bones are his glided cage, his own powers his jailer. He knows banishment and imprisonment as if they were his architects. He recognizes isolation like the kiss of a lost lover. He's lord of the swans, the owls, the crows, the birds, he's the lord of everything except Odette's heart. 

So he curses her. Not out of malice, never malice, but out of love, devotion. Maybe, just maybe if she could bear his burden. she too would come to understand. He curses her with his likeness. Curses her with a lore and a crown and everything he has always had. He turns her into something only he could love. 

And at the end of the day, it works too...

Act 1 Scene 2

Poor Odette, poor sweet Odette. Everyone knows of her tragedy, her curse, her death. Yet has anyone ever seen the sorrow that resides within her brittle bones? 

Half swan, Half human. Yet never belonging to either world.

No one's ever thought of how she's felt throughout these years. The way the feathers stick out of her flesh even when she's human again. The way her voice imitates the call of a swan, every second syllable emphasized.

Even the full moon can not fully return that which Rothbart stole. 

Oh, Rothbart. Even his name sends waves of hate throughout her body. 

There's resentment in her bones. Hate too deep and passionate for words

What is this called again? Obsession, abhorrence, loathing?

Yet even with this spirited hate, all she can do is wait, wither away until imposible love finds her. 

But when Siegfried finds her that's when the world really starts to fall apart. Because he's a prince, cold yet lovable. Soft like dandelions and as precious as the lilypads that infest the pond. 

He's everything she's ever wanted.

And yet...

There's this leap in logic whenever he's concerned. He can't understand the pain she's been through. He'll never truly comprehend the weight of the curse. How suffocating its invisible shackles are, how deteriorated her mind has become. 

Siegfried is a prince in every definition of the word... 

But Siegfried can't understand the horrors she bears in her heart. The nightmares that never seize and the burden of living between worlds.

So maybe, just maybe that's why she throws herself into Rothbart's arms one dreadful night. Because for all his countless flaws Rothbart can -at the very least- comprehend her anguish. Who better to understand the burden of a curse than its caster? Then the one born with the same spell in his veins. 

The curse is straightforward "a spell broken only once you are loved by someone who has never loved before." 

Has Rothbart ever truly loved someone? Should she try to gain his love? maybe she's had it this whole time...Maybe she's also loved him this whole time...

Or maybe she's grown addicted to the sting of his teeth along her jugular and his bruising grip on her hips when they pirouette. Maybe there's a form of deification in the burn marks his feathers leave across her skin. A silent "I Love You" too fragile to be spoken. 

There's something wrong with his kisses - they burn like a thousand hells and leave an aftertaste akin to poison- there's something wrong with the way her name falls from his lips. 

There's something wrong with him...

So why is she starting to want him?

Maybe it's the trauma he's spilled into her lungs. Or how easily he makes the nightmares go away. Maybe it's the palliative sensation as he caresses all her flaws, kissing them as if they were holy. Maybe it's because whether swan or human she knows he'll love her. He'll understand. 

How she wishes sweet Siegfried could do the same...

Act 2 scene 1 

Odile chokes on night air and stardust. Bursting at the seams to be seen. She can't remember a time when she's been anything but darkness. Anything but a second thought. 

She was born with feathers and a body meant to endure. Her mother, the dark arts. Her father, the lord of all who fly. She is more creature than human. A testament to the dark. 

So what if she grew up spoiled? With every luxury thrown at her feet. It all means very little when you've never known the touch of another soul. When isolation has been your sole companion from the moment you emerged from your egg. 

There's darkness within her that her father nourishes. Yet not even he can provide her with mitigation, camaraderie, happiness. 

So maybe, just maybe that's why when she sees the prince for the first time. The world illuminates. She's sent to seduce him. To claim another victory for her father. But she positively melts when she feels his warm hands on her skin. The smile aimed at her is brighter than every ray of the sun.

If it's merely a deceit, then why does her heart pound like a caged bird among her ribs? Why does her blood flow to her cheeks upon seeing his smile? Why oh why does she feel this way, this need? To make him hers.

The black swan falls for the prince even if it's only meant to be a ploy, a ruse, another cruel game orchestrated by the wicked baron. How painful it must be to love for the first time and know it can only end in woe. How painful it must be to rot in endless heartache. 

How she wishes to kiss him, just once. As he holds her hand and dances with her in front of a royal crowd. His eyes shine with an adoration she's never seen before. Is this love? Is this what she's been robbed of her whole life?

How she dies a thousand deaths when Siegfried utters Odette's name. 

What she wouldn't sacrifice to hear him call her name instead...

Act 2 Scene 2

Imagine the black swan and the white swan actually get a chance to meet away from preying eyes and endless expectations. Imagine they understand each other's pain like two dying stars. 

There's a lake in a forest where dreams go to die. A sparkling oasis where curses run ramped. In the glow of a lonely moon, Odette sits by the lake. Watching her fellow prisoners dance the night away. 

Her heartache is unbearable tonight, she'll deem it a miracle should she see sunrise. Odile collapses next to her, bathing in her loneliness. A shade of grey encompasses the two of them, 

They're too tired to hate. Too tired to fight. For tonight they are both just lost souls looking for the light.  

Imagine the white swan and the black swan actually understand each other. 

One cursed to be a swan. The other born into its likeness. 

"I want to die," Odette mutters her tone is all burdon and pain. 

"Death would be too easy, dear princess. We were both made to suffer" Odile replies, stating the only fact she's still sure of. 

Odette stands, a queen with no crown. Her eyes staring at her flock of swans. She outstretches her hand and beckons Odile for a dance. Just two birds trapped within the same aviary.

Odile's hand fits perfectly in Odette's. Fingers entwined as if slipping into each other's souls. Two juxtapositions, dancing as if they were one. Each step mirroring the other. 

Every jete, every arabesque, every graceful move, further entwines their fate. Guiding them to an answer, a clarification neither knew existed. 

The younger swans gather around them. Embracing them. Odette and Odile were created for this world. Both doomed by Rothbart and revered by Siegfried. Stronger together.

Two birds of a feather, who must die together... 

Final Act

Imagine the black swan and the white swan decide to die together. Standing at the edge of the lake. Hands crossed, holding each other. Legs moving in a thousand tiny Bourrees. Siegfried and Rothbart cry out, trying to reach them. It's futile, the two swans have made their choice. The waves below beckon. 

Odette and Odile, know that together no one will ever hurt them again. 

Imagine sacrificing love in its entirety to ensure the safety of the other swans, of each other. Imagine accepting the curse, believing that one must embrace it to be able to live a prosperous life. The two swans fall together, a double suicide, an act of devotion. 

Maybe just maybe the world will finally learn how devoted and mercurial a maiden's heart truly is. 

Before the Prince and Baron can shed their tears, a creature emerges from the lake. A single swan made up of halves. A testament to both princesses. A queen in its entirety. Two wings of black and white hang from her shoulder blades. A crown of white and black adorned her head. There is no longer an Odette, a cursed girl awaiting love. There is no longer an Odile a baroness of evil. There is only the swan queen. 

And she will make the world bow. 

tags: @average-yandere-enjoyer @vereya @coral-relevium @overthinkingit56

[sluttyten]

You In My Arms

Chapter 9: The Moment

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summary: the moment finally comes when all the build-up of tension between you and Haechan is released

length: 11,371 words

tags: friends to lovers, general perversion, smut, public sex, slight degradation, slight daddy kink, slight spanking

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You feel boneless. 

Warm, satisfied, like a star just after supernova. 

Relaxed. 

Haechan pulls the keys from your car’s ignition, still staring at you with the same look of awe as he’s been giving you since you came just moments ago with his name spilling from your lips while you looked at him. 

You weren’t joking when you told him you might explode if you don’t fuck him tonight. 

Ever since he picked you up for this date, you’ve been overwhelmed with lust. You’re sure you’re just extra horny because of hormones, the stage of your monthly cycle you’re in at the moment. But there’s something extra about tonight that’s got you feeling this way. Maybe it’s just the general excitement of going on a date finally with Haechan. The excitement of finally knowing that the feelings you’ve been having for years are actually reciprocated. 

You’d had moments of doubt. 

Mostly after you told your roommate that Haechan was taking you out. She’d laughed and said, “You're joking,” which had been enough to enter a seed of doubt into your mind, especially when her following few sentences were her trying to back up her disbelief. She’d pointed out the years of friendship that had been absolutely nothing more than just that. She’d pointed out that she thought you two had fucked that time he’d slept over, and she’d figured that it had been a drunken romp and you’d gotten over your crush on him. She’d told you that she assumed that Haechan had just fucked you that time because you’d both been drunk and you had probably thrown yourself at him, and he was a red-blooded male who had been known in school as something of a man-whore. 

There also was now a bitter edge to any words shared with your roommate. Her general shitting on your happiness over this date had stuck with you. 

So there had been some doubt. 

But looking at Haechan tonight throughout the date, all your doubts had been erased. 

He didn’t look at you the way that people who only wanted to fuck looked. 

And right now, as you feel like you could sink into the material of this seat, remnants of pleasure zipping over your skin and through your veins like little shimmers of stardust, you know that he’s just as thoroughly obsessed with you as you are with him. You more than want him. You more than like him. 

You’ve come to know Haechan better and better over the years. Your crush has developed from a silly first-impression crush, to a real crush with feelings and reasons behind it, to genuinely liking him, and now….

You don’t want to say it. 

But it feels like what comes after like. 

“Are you just going to keep looking at me?” Haechan teases after too long of the two of you just gazing at each other. “Or are we going upstairs so I can fuck you before you explode, like you requested.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your head away, sitting up. You wipe your hand surreptitiously on the inside of your skirt, pulling your clothes back into place. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me, Haechan? This is our first date, so shouldn’t you be, like, opening my door for me?”

He grins, passing your car keys over to you as he opens his door and climbs out. You watch him walk around the car, and he does indeed open your door for you. He even holds his palm out for you to slide your fingers into. 

The journey from beside your car up to the door of your apartment is a total blur. Your hand is anchored in Haechan’s, and that sweet summery scent that is cemented in your mind as belonging to Haechan clouds your thoughts. 

He kisses you against your apartment door. Your back presses against the outside of it, bitterly cold wind blowing through the open stairwell, but for the moment you don’t care with his warm body covering yours and his fiery kisses stirring up an internal heat that reaches to your fingers and toes. You would be happy to just stand there, kissed utterly breathless against the door, if it weren’t for the boom of a door shutting on a floor above you, the clamor of footsteps descending the stairs. 

You fumble for the lock on your door, trying to unlock it without truly breaking the kiss, but you have to peel yourself away from Haechan to look down. Not that it deters him; Haechan kisses your cheek, your ear, your jaw, your throat. 

The door flies open behind you just as your upstairs neighbor reaches your floor. 

They catch a glimpse of Haechan laughing, his arms caged around you, his legs halfway twisted with yours as the pair of you stumble and nearly fall into your apartment. You kick the door shut behind you, but you’re already moving away from it. Your fingers are twisted in Haechan’s coat to strip it from his shoulders, both of you nearly trip over your shoes as you slip them off while you move towards your bedroom. 

It’s like a race to see which of you can get naked first. 

Haechan loses his coat and his pants in the time it takes you to pull off the hat, scarf, jacket, and the top you were wearing. His hands burn icily against your sides when they meet bare skin, his fingers still chilly from the cold outside. 

“Shit, Haechan. Warm up before you touch me.” You gasp against his lips, grabbing his hands to press them between the warmth of your palms. 

He laughs, drawing his hands away as the pair of you pass through your bedroom door, and he leans down to tug his socks off. You peel the long skirt down your legs, stepping out of the puddle of it, and you stand there in front of Haechan with nothing on but a pair of tall socks that have slouched down around your ankles, and those are soon gone too. 

Haechan stares at you, alone in the middle of your bedroom. You’re naked and he’s still standing there in his shirt and his underwear, and under the intensity of his gaze, you feel a little self-conscious. 

Just as you go to fold your arms over your chest, Haechan moves forward, reaching for your arms to keep them at your sides. 

From there, his right hand drifts to your side, skimming up over the skin covering your ribs — such a featherlight touch that it almost tickles — and then his knuckles come to the curve of your breast. With his left hand, Haechan curls it against your hip, urging your hips forward against him as his other hand cups your breast. 

“I’ve thought about your tits,” he admits, his gaze intent on your chest, on the weight of your breast in his hand, on the peaks of your nipples. “Ever since the night when we first slept in the same bed, since the hot tub. You were just lying there, and whatever you were wearing and how you were positioned, I could just see your tits perfectly. I remember thinking,” he pauses to lick his lips before continuing, “How badly I wanted to touch them, to have them in my mouth. You smelled so nice too, that the next morning I just about jerked off with my face buried in the pillow you slept on. My pillow.”

Your face glows with heat. His thumb passes over your nipple, and a zing of arousal shoots to your belly. 

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, feel your legs tremble slightly. 

Haechan nods, his eyes following the way that he circles his thumb right around your nipple. 

“That night, when you were downstairs jerking off while watching Shotaro and his girlfriend, while I was upstairs getting myself off too…” You remember cumming around your fingers that night, thinking of him, breathing in the smell of him embedded in those sheets, and just how you’d mingled yours with his. “I thought of you that night. I was in your bed, the sheets and the pillow smelled like you which made it so easy, and after I’d cum, when I was still just lying there with my head on your pillow, my nose buried there and breathing you in, I decided to see how we might smell together.”

Now, Haechan finally looks up, his eyes on yours. “And?”

“And my fingers were so wet and slick, so I wiped them on your pillowcase. To smell us together.” Your heart races with the admission. 

Haechan groans.

Then he stoops, both of his arms going beneath your thighs, and he lifts you in his arms, moving towards your bed just a few feet away. He drops you down onto it, covers your lips with his again. 

This kiss is slow. It’s filthy as he opens you slowly, exploring every inch of your mouth. Your knees squeeze against his sides as Haechan drops his hips forward. 

“That is so gross,” he moans, “And so hot. I wondered why the fuck my pillow smelled so good. It didn’t make sense for it to just be your shampoo. It didn’t make sense why I was so turned on just by smelling what I thought was your shampoo, but now, babe, I really need an actual taste of you.”

Haechan pulls away, leaving you on your back on your bed. You watch him walk back over towards your bedroom door. He flicks the switch by the door, flooding your bedroom with light, and then he swings the door shut. 

He’s standing there in a tshirt and tight underwear, lust burning in his eyes. You sit up to look at him just the same way as he’s looking at you, to watch as he reaches down and lifts the bottom of his shirt up. He reveals his stomach, and your eyes trace the scattered constellation of moles over his belly and ribs, over his chest. Your gaze lingers as his shirt comes up and off, brownish pink nipples revealed, a thin silver chain around his neck. His hair is mussed, sticking up a little silly as his shirt falls to the floor, and you smile. 

His hands slide down over his chest and his belly again, and then he tucks his thumbs into the band of his underwear. 

“What’s with the striptease?” You whine, shifting into a more comfortable spot in your bed. “I’ve seen your dick before, Haechan. Come on over here.”

His lips cock into a smile. “I forgot. Impending explosion over there, aren’t you?” 

His underwear drops, and Haechan takes a step forward, striding towards you confidently. 

You bite your lip, sinking onto your elbows, and then as Haechan slinks onto the bed on his hands and knees, crawling over you, you reach for him. He covers your body with his, pressing you flat into your sheets, all bare skin on bare skin, and when he kisses you, it’s not on the lips. His mouth is soft and gentle at your throat. Your fingers drag along his shoulders, down his back along his spine, and when Haechan sucks at your throat, lightly pinching the sensitive skin between his teeth, your fingers dig into his ass. 

“Haechan,” you moan, a shiver of pleasure working its way through you. 

He laughs against your throat. “Say that again. I like the sound of you moaning my name.”

“Mm,” you hum as he licks over your pulse. “Haechan.”

“Again,” he commands, and his kiss drifts down to your chest. 

“Haechan,” you sigh, and your fingernails scrape his skin. 

Every inch of your skin buzzes, not just the parts that he’s touching. You’ve waited for this, dreamed and fantasized, but none of it lives up to right now. Finally having Haechan skin-to-skin with you, his lips working their way down the space between your ribs, his lips crooking into a smile when his name slips out on another breath. You couldn’t ever truly imagine the high heat rushing beneath your skin as Haechan’s hands move to your thighs, as he slides lower and lower, lips moving past your belly button, as he pushes your thighs up while he fits his body just right and just like that….

“Fuck, Haechan!” You moan, fingers diving into his hair as he lowers his kiss right against your core. 

His tongue sweeps through your wetness up to your clit, hands cradling your thighs, angling your pussy towards his face. Haechan tastes you and he keeps going back in for more. He moans as he sucks your clit, as he flicks his tongue, as you continue sighing his name.

Haechan takes his time, savoring your pussy, and you enjoy every second of it. When he progresses from just leaving kisses along your slit to properly licking you out, letting his tongue taste a little deeper, you start moving. You roll your hips, trying to ride his tongue, but Haechan presses his thumbs into your thighs, moaning in protest, trying to pin your hips down. 

He jerks his head to the side, scraping his teeth along your sensitive inner thigh, and he bites down. 

You yelp, caught off guard but you can’t deny that the burning imprint of his teeth on your thigh turns you on even more. 

“Settle down. Be a good girl for me.” Haechan’s tongue soothes over the bite, and he drops a few scattered kisses over your thigh, kissing his way back to your core. “Be patient. You’ve waited long enough.”

“Stop talking,” you whine, pressing your fingers into his hair to try to get his mouth back on your pussy. 

One hand lifts to your wrist, and Haechan pulls your hand from his hair to pin it instead against your belly. His other palm applies pressure to one of your thighs making sure you keep it in the position he wants you in as he lowers his head again. 

All you can do is say his name, to moan how good it feels, wordless sounds when he moans too and thrusts his tongue deeper, sweet strokes of his tongue that make your world go black for a moment, belly go tight, and that pleasurable tingle you feel throughout your body explodes. 

Haechan’s hand twists, quickly tangling his fingers with yours right there against your belly, squeezing as he receives a burst of your taste on his tongue. He keeps going, eating your pussy and all that you give him. He keeps your hips pinned to the bed even though you so badly want to rock your hips against his face to get even more out of this orgasm, but even without it, you’re dazzled and floating in the aftermath. Especially since he doesn’t just stop; Haechan keeps kissing your pussy, sweet little licks against your clit that have the muscles in your thighs twitching. 

“Haechan!” You whine, trying to move your free hand down to lace your fingers into his hair, but he grabs that one too. Both of your hands are pinned to your belly as your hips lift up off the bed, rocking against Haechan’s tongue as another wave of bliss rolls through you. 

You moan, wrists jerking beneath his hold, but you twist your hands just right so your fingertips reach his hair. He laughs when you tug on that which you can reach, and he draws his mouth away from you. 

“No! Don’t stop,” comes the protest from your lips. 

He kisses your hip, your belly, mouthing hungrily over your ribs to your tits. Hot lips and tongue, the pinch of his teeth, and he wraps his lips around one of your nipples as you gasp and whimper. You drag a hand over his shoulders and down his spine, the other twisting in his hair, while your thighs squeezing against his hips. 

“I fucking—“ Haechan moans against your breast. “I adore you.” 

He lifts his head, and you drag his mouth up to yours. Haechan curls one hand behind your neck, his other hand grasps at your thigh, dragging it a little higher as his body settles perfectly between your thighs. 

You love it. 

You love having Haechan’s body resting against yours, all the heat and softness of skin on skin as you make out with him, as hands explore bodies, as you explore each other entirely. You’re in total bliss. 

This is Haechan. Lee Donghyuck, the man you’ve basically been in love with since day one. 

And you’re about to have sex with him. 

You slide a hand up beneath your pillow, hand searching around, and finally you feel it at your fingertips. 

Haechan makes a soft sound of confusion when your hand slips something into his, but when he breaks the kiss to look at what you’ve handed him, he laughs. “A condom. Do you usually keep those beneath your pillow?”

“Wishful thinking.” You gaze up at Haechan as he shifts to kneel between your legs. 

He’s gorgeous. It’s ridiculous. 

You’ve seen him in various stages of undress over the last several years. But never fully nude in full-lighting. Never at this particular angle, in this particular context. Never with the liberty to drink in every single inch of him. To lower your gaze slowly and hungrily from his eyes, down his chest and belly, to the dark hair around the base of his very hard cock. You can admire the beauty of his thighs, which look invitingly bare, like they’re missing the indent of your teeth or bruises left by your mouth; you can just imagine sucking Haechan’s cock and covering his thighs with hickeys. Not right now, though. Right now your focus drifts elsewhere. You’re free to watch his hands as he wraps one around his dick and the other lifts the condom.

Your belly aches, your mouth waters. You want his cock, to feel his thickness pressing into you. Haechan Is definitely bigger around than any guy you’ve been with within the last few years. Girthier than Renjun and Xiaojun definitely, and with the few guys you’d done anything with while exploring your exhibition kink, the guys at work you’d hooked up with, they’d not been anything to write home about either. But Haechan… decently long, thick around. When you’d had him in your mouth earlier tonight in the car, you’d been pleasantly surprised to feel your jaw ache as you opened wide for him. So you’re certain that he’s going to feel so fucking good inside you. 

Haechan tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, then quickly reaches down to put it on. 

You’re already pulling him back down over you before he’s fully done. 

He resumes his previous position, body pressing you into the bed, his hips fit between your thighs, his mouth on yours. You keep both of your hands in his hair, controlling the kiss as his hands slide along your sides and thighs and tits. And finally he rolls his hips forward, humping against you. His cock slides right against your clit. And then again. Haechan sighs pleasurably into the kiss. He grinds forward, and now you whine again. 

“Haechan,” you whine, moan, beg. You need him inside you, sooner rather than later. 

Your name is echoed back to you in the same tone of needy desire. And then he asks, “You're gonna be a good girl for me, right? Gonna take my cock and let me touch you however I want?” You nod, but Haechan shakes his head. “Say it for me, angel. Tell me you’re gonna be a good girl for me.”

Heat flashes over your skin, under your skin, everywhere all at once. 

“I’m a good girl.” You put on your best face of innocence, fluttering your eyelashes up at him. “I’m a good girl for you, Haechan.” 

Haechan’s mouth twitches, like he’s going to say something, but he stops himself and he instead lifts himself up enough that he can watch the moment that he gets a hand on himself and moves forward, guiding his cock. You watch his face as he watches himself, hips pressing forward into the sweet heat of your pussy. Eagerly waiting and welcoming him in, like a good girl should. 

Haechan doesn’t take it slow. Not that you want it slow, because you definitely don’t. He thrusts in all at once, and your knees jump up, squeezing his sides, a moan punched from your throat as his thickness stretches you open. One hand in his hair, you tug on his long hair, drawing a similar sounding moan from him, his head dropping forward. He drops back over you, lips seeking yours again. 

Your hearts pound together, chests flush while you make out, your bodies rolling together. It’s electric, feeling him everywhere, and your mind is only thinking of Haechan — his smell, his taste, his weight, his cock, his heat, his hands cradling your thighs as he pushes them up to the sides, giving him a little more space to move, the chance to get deeper. 

He hisses a little when your fingernails dig into his left thigh, you want him to fuck you harder, deeper, to stay right here against you. In retaliation, he drops his head to your throat, pinching your skin lightly between his teeth. You pull his hair. His breath comes sharp against your throat, and Haechan’s hips snap forward, smacking against your ass. You feel so full as he sinks in as deep as he can, his balls snug against your ass, his hips pressing into your thighs. 

“Yeah,” you moan. “Haechan-ah, like that.”

Your hand slides up from his thigh to his ass, fingers pressing into the firm muscle. 

“Fuck,” he curses, “You’re taking me so well, babe. So tight around me, it’s like you were made for me.”

Exactly. He fits so well inside you, so wonderfully thick that your pussy has never felt fuller (except the time you tried a really big dildo you bought online). He fills you perfectly, and as Haechan draws back just to push in again, that fact remains true. You cling to his shoulder and his hip, pulling him into you even as he thrusts forward, your pussy squeezes around his cock, and your lips spill his name. 

“That’s right,” Haechan moans, “Say my name, and your neighbors are gonna hear. Let them know how I’m making you feel.”

“Haechan!” You cry out, and your mind flashes to your neighbors, like the nosy old lady next door who has loudly complained in the past about the kids living on the second floor who always play in the stairwell, who will leave rude notes slipped under your apartment door if you and your roommate even play music or watch TV too loudly. So she’ll definitely dislike the sound of you moaning Haechan’s name loudly, letting your whole floor know that you’re having a great time. 

And then, suddenly, Haechan changes positions, rolling you over on top of him. 

“Come on, babe. You were so eager to ride me earlier in the car.” His hair is fluffed out around his face as Haechan looks up at you. “Weren’t you begging to sit on my cock? Show me what you’ve got.”

His hand snaps against your ass, and you jolt into motion. You lift yourself up, hands braced on Haechan’s chest as you begin riding him, pull yourself up his cock just to drop back down. At this new angle, everything feels magnified. A loud, drawn out moan escapes you. You fuck yourself on his cock a few times, riding him like his cock is nothing more than a toy, and then you sink fully down on him, rocking your hips.

“Ah, fuck,” Haechan moans, tipping his head back, his eyes closing. His hand flexes on your thigh, and he opens his eyes again so he’s looking you in the eye as he praises, “I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re always beautiful, but right now, fuck, you’re so pretty, just all…” He lifts his hand from your hip to stroke along your side. 

Your pussy throbs when Haechan thumbs over your nipple. 

“And the way you feel around me right now….” He moans. “You’re riding my cock so well, angel. I think I could get used to this, let you on top. Maybe sit you in my lap next time we go out to eat with all of our friends, let you keep my cock warm, ride me right there in front of them to show them how much of a good girl you are for me alone.” 

Your pussy squeezes around him, increasingly aroused at the idea of doing that. You can imagine it now, a table against your belly, your hands gripping the edge as you roll your ass down into Haechan’s lap. His hands pushing up your skirt, pulling aside your panties, fingers slipping around over your thighs, parting them to either side of his legs as he stuffs you with his cock, lips against your ear as he whispers for you not to make a sound. You can imagine feeling the eyes of the others on you, some of them all too knowingly. Like Renjun and Jaehyun who both know about your thing for public sex, who would see right through any pretenses of innocence. 

“Do you like that?” Haechan asks, and he pushes his hands against your bed, pushing upright until his chest is against yours once more, his face right before you. Close enough that he could just dip in and kiss you, but he holds where he is. “I can feel how much you like that. Your cunt is throbbing, sweet angel. And you’re so fucking wet.” 

He slips a pair of fingers down between your legs as you move your hips, riding him to your heart’s content. Feeling his fingers damp and slick on your clit only magnifies what you’re feeling, and you whine. 

“What?” Haechan asks, his mouth tilting in a smirk. “Tell me, angel. What do you want?”

You lean in, going for a kiss, but Haechan pulls his head back. 

“Ah, ah.” He shakes his head. “Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

“Fuck you,” you whimper, with absolutely no bite behind the words. 

“Oh? Is that what you want?” He laughs. “I don’t think we’re prepared for that, babe. Maybe next time.”

You frown and whine, “That’s not what I meant!”

And you push at his shoulders. 

Haechan just laughs again, and it creates a whole new sensation.

All you want is to kiss him and to cum. Your climax feels so close right now. And you know Haechan knows that. He just wants to hear you say it. 

“Haechan,” you whine, “I wanna cum. I’m close. So close, if you just…”

 He pinches your clit between his fingers. “Ask nicely. Don’t just beg for it.”

You dig your nails in at his shoulders, and Haechan hisses, but not in pain. 

“Kiss me,” you cry out, rocking yourself in his lap, on his cock. “Can you please kiss me, Haechan? Can I please cum?”

A bright heat burns behind Haechan’s gaze. “Go on then, babe. If you want it so bad, just take it.”

So you do. 

You sling one arm around his shoulders, behind his neck, and you crush your mouth to his. Haechan eagerly opens up to the kiss, his tongue darting out to tangle with yours, and at first it’s a little bit uncoordinated as you rise up on your knees, pussy tight around his cock, and you drop back down. Kissing him while riding him, aiming for your climax, has you moaning into the kiss, biting at Haechan’s bottom lip. His hands grip your hips and ass, helping you to keep moving smoothly on his cock as your focus starts to slip, the pleasure building. 

Again, his name is a mantra from your tongue. Your hips rock in increasingly more erratic motions, your heart racing, body flushed, and you slide one hand down between your body and Haechan’s to get your fingers on your clit. Tight circles as you bounce on his cock and moan his name against his lips. 

He’s everywhere, and your senses burst as you realize that. Everywhere is the taste of Haechan, the smell of him, the feel of him, the sound of his breathing and his moans and your name whispered in total awe and admiration as you finally fall apart on his cock. He’s everywhere as your world narrows to his arms around you, his cock inside you, his chest against yours as your heart thunders, his lips caressing your cheek and praising your name. 

Haechan tips you backwards until your shoulders hit the sheets, but his hold on your hips keeps them lifted in his lap. He holds himself above you, and fucks into you without restraint. 

Your pussy clings to him, pulling him in deeper, squeezing him tighter, milking around his cock to get him to cum too. 

You’re a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Your eyes are dazed with the powerful rush of endorphins. Your skin tingles with sensitivity, but you love the way it feels to have his body colliding so pleasantly with yours — the high heat of where his body connects with yours, the buzz of his fingers whispering over your bare skin as he brings a hand to your chest to touch your tits. 

Haechan’s moans and gasps are just as loud as yours now, the sounds filling the room, overflowing with pleasure. 

Everything reaches new heights when Haechan hits his orgasm. You pull him down over you as he fills the condom. Your fingers pull at his shoulders, and you kiss him as you both work your way down from your highs. Coming together and shattering apart time and time again, your body shivering against his not because you’re cold but because you’re just so sensitive as he keeps grinding into you, your breath hiccuping in your chest. 

But eventually he stops, leaning his weight down against you with only his arms on either side of you keeping him from pressing all of his weight down on you. His fingers braid through your hair, his mouth moves slowly against yours, and you’re just melting into the bed as you kiss him back, fully relaxing and satisfied, completely boneless beneath him. There’s nowhere you’d rather be. 

“Don’t.” You complain as Haechan eventually begins to pull away. He lifts himself away from you, but your hands are quick to drag him back down, one at his shoulder and the other at his waist. You wrap your legs around his hips, keeping him anchored inside you. 

Haechan laughs. “I’ll come right back. I promise.”

When you don’t let up on him – not that he puts that much effort into breaking your hold – he sighs and kisses you once more.

“Unless you want me to piss inside you, I highly recommend you let me up, babe.” 

“I think that might be a bit too experimental for today,” you sigh, and reluctantly you drop your legs from his hips. “Next time, maybe.”

“Gross,” he teases, wrinkling his nose with a laugh. But a moment later, as he slides off the bed and reaches down to carefully remove the condom, Haechan glances up at you to ask in a casual voice, “Is that something you would actually be interested in? I’m not going to judge.”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “We’re both clearly into some things that aren’t necessarily super common kinks. I’m open to experimentation with some other stuff.”

Another laugh from Haechan. “Well, I’ll add it to a list.”

Left bare and empty, you sit up, draw your knees up to your chest, and wrap your arms around yourself. Haechan successfully ties off the condom and tosses it into the small trash bin beside your desk. You just watch him, admiring his bare body, and you bite down on your arm a little to keep from making a lewd comment. Not that Haechan seems to mind; you can tell that he’s basking under the warm glow of your attention, preening a little as he struts to the bathroom.

You don’t leave him alone for long.

He’s just finished up when you walk in through the door he’d left cracked open. Haechan jumps a little, surprised by your sudden appearance in the mirror, but you quickly wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your chest to his back and your cheek to his shoulder.

“Do you want to shower together?” He asks.

That’s exactly why you came in here. To wash the tackiness of sweat and arousal off your skin. To be close with Haechan. He happily pulls you into your shower, standing with you beneath the showerhead. There’s only some minor distraction from the task at hand when Haechan cheekily pins both of your wrists together and draws them above your head to pin you back against the shower wall, kissing you absolutely breathless until the water turns bitingly cold. You have to hurry to finish rinsing away soap suds, your bodies are both covered in goosebumps as you step out, but it's worth it when you quickly (and insufficiently) towel each other off. 

Haechan’s hair is left fluffy and messy around his face, and your laughter emerges from the towel before your face does, but Haechan is waiting right there to kiss you regardless. You drag Haechan back into bed, turning the lights out on the way so that when you tumble into bed and you hold your damp bodies together beneath the sheets, you can pretend like this is going to be innocent and sleepy. 

That lasts all of half a second. 

Haechan laughs against your lips when you sit on top of him, your hands playfully around his neck. The laugh turns into a moan when you suck on his tongue, but it doesn’t go much further than that. Just making out which devolves into playful kissing which slows until you’re just laying on his chest. 

Your breathing syncs with his. His arms wrap around your waist. Your nose brushes his throat with every breath, and you can still smell his familiar citrusy sunshiney scent as it blends with your body wash and shampoo from the shower. 

You don’t want to move honestly, but after a while your thigh starts to cramp. 

Now it’s Haechan’s turn to grumble out a plea of “Don’t move,” which you ignore as you roll off of him to stretch out your legs. 

You don’t move far. You turn on your side to look at him, and Haechan twists his head away to stare up at the ceiling. An uncontrollable smile beats its way to your lips as you catch him checking out of the corner of his eye to see if you’re looking at him. 

“I had fun tonight,” you confess, though you hope it was obvious to him. All of tonight, from the moment you laid eyes on him outside your apartment until this second. 

Haechan turns his head, and his eyes are alight even in the dark. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah. I really enjoyed the concert. It was special and different. I’ve actually listened to some of Doyoung’s music before. He’s coming up in the industry, from what I’ve heard. I had no idea that you knew him.”

Haechan rolls his eyes a little, and he looks up at the ceiling. “Doyoung’s been destined for vocal stardom since the start. From the first day I met him in one of those music elective classes I took, I knew that he was gonna be big.” 

“I forgot that you ever took music classes.” You rest your chin on your hands. “What did you learn? Singing? Instruments? Theory?”

“A little bit of all of that.” Haechan blinks slowly, and you’re utterly enchanted by the color of his eyes in the dark. “I play the piano. I can sing a bit.”

“Well?” 

“I like to think I can sing well.” Haechan laughs. “I’ve been singing since I was really little, but I never really did anything with it. Not like Doyoung has.There was a time that I dreamed of being an idol. I had a chance once, my mom offered to take me to an audition for a company, but I didn’t go. And sometimes I still think about it, about what my life would have been like if I’d pursued that lifestyle. What if I’d decided that singing was more important than hanging out with my friends that day.” 

You can’t imagine it. 

It’s impossible for you, right now in this position with Haechan’s bare thigh resting against yours in this bed, to imagine a world in which he’d gone to an audition. He would have passed of course; he would have excelled and debuted and gone on to great success, enchanting hearts and singing on stages across the world. He wouldn’t have come to your university to sit near you in an orientation group, to become your friend and your crush and your….

You look into his eyes and you see the same thoughts of a parallel timeline running through Haechan’s mind.

He shakes his head. “I still love singing, but I wouldn’t trade anything for the life I’ve had. There are too many things that would have gone differently.” And he doesn’t put it into words, but his hand shifts, sliding up to cover your hand where it rests between your pillows. “There are things that I think my life would be detrimentally lacking in, if I’d taken another path.”

You bump him with your elbow. “Can you sing for me?”

“What? Now?” His eyes go a little wide. 

You nod. “Please? Pretty please?”

Haechan sits up, leaning his back against the headboard of your bed. “You’re lucky I like you. I don’t just sing songs for just anyone, y’know.” He scoops your hand up in his, holding it in his lap. “Do you have any particular requests?”

“Nope,” you say quickly. “Anything that you like. Dealer’s choice.” You pull yourself up too, folding your legs in front of you as you face him. Haechan’s eyes fall from your face, trailing down your body before slowly rising to your eyes again. 

“I’ve got one.” Haechan licks his lips, takes a deep breath, and begins. 

“On a starry night,” he sings slowly, smoothly, clearly. “I hear your voice…”

Haechan pauses when he hears your soft, surprised inhale. You know this song well. He keeps singing You In My Arms. You’ve always really liked this song, loved it since you first heard it, and now Haechan is singing it. 

Singing it to you. 

Haechan rubs his thumb over the back of your hand, his fingers brush the inside of your wrist. If he can feel your pulse thundering right now, it does nothing to affect the beautiful way he’s singing to you, holding your gaze. If he remembers that you once sang this in front of him, at a party with your friends, he doesn’t make any indication of that. 

He just sings to you in this heart-achingly beautiful voice that you somehow didn’t know he possessed. 

As he sings, he pulls you around to sit in the V between his spread legs, your back against his chest, and he wraps you in his arms. You’re absolutely enchanted listening to the slow, sweet sound of his voice. 

“When the darkness comes and you need someone to lean on,” Haechan croons as he approaches the end of the song, “In my arms, close your eyes. In my arms—” He hugs you tightly from behind, and finishes the song so softly with the last line: “Let’s share a love dream.”

“Where have you been hiding that?” You flip your hand in his so you’re the one playing with Haechan’s fingers now. “I’ve known you for years and never knew you could sing like that.”

A swift kiss lands on the top of your head. “I guess you just haven’t been paying enough attention to me.”

That’s impossible. And you both know it. You’ve paid him quite a bit of attention over the years. 

“I just sing a lot in the shower,” he admits after another moment. “Before coming here for university, I used to sing more. I performed at school when I was younger. Tried being in a band during high school. But there just wasn’t time for all of that when I came here. Plus, like I said, I’d already passed on my big chance to do something with a singing career.”

You peel yourself away from his chest, turning around to face him. “That’s not true, you know. You could still pursue music if you want. Look at Doyoung. He’s doing it. Why can’t you?”

Haechan’s expression softens as he looks at you. “And you would support me in that decision?”

“Hell yes.” You nod. “Wouldn’t you support me to follow my wildest dreams?”

He laughs. “Oh? And what would that be?”

For the rest of the night, you sit there in your bed just talking with each other. Sharing hopes for the future and silly dreams from your past. You laugh until your belly aches as Haechan recounts a story involving his siblings. He laughs until he cries when you tell him one of your most embarrassing moments from when you were young, and you laugh right along with him.  He pins you to the bed, wrestling with you as you shriek with laughter loud enough to probably piss off your neighbors while he covers your body in kisses and tickles you. 

You talk and laugh and at one point you cry. Sad tears, reminiscing on the past. You hold each other and whisper and share smiles that make your heart race. 

You could happily talk with Haechan until the sun rises, but at some point late into the night, you drift off to sleep with Haechan’s voice vibrating his chest beneath your cheek. And you’re happy.

Everyone catches on pretty quickly to what’s going on between you and Haechan. At work, you can’t hide it. Every spare moment Haechan has, he’s standing at your desk. Even when neither of you is actually free, you’re exchanging looks and smiles. And then there are the moments when one of you will sneak away to the break room, and the other quickly follows. 

“It’s about time,” Johnny comments when he walks onto the break room to find Haechan wrapped around you from behind while you wait for your coffee to finish brewing. There’s nothing inappropriate happening then, just Haechan’s arms around your waist and his lips at your ear. And sure, he’s maybe got his boner pressed against your ass, but there’s nothing actually inappropriate happening, despite what your fantasies might want. 

Soon word spreads to everyone that the tension between you and Haechan has finally turned into this. 

“And what is this?” You ask Haechan one afternoon. 

He’s walking beside you through the parking garage. You’ve just clocked out for the day, but since it’s late winter bordering on early spring, night has fallen early and the corners of the garage are filled with shadows. Haechan had insisted that he walk you to your car, which you of course had no qualms about. 

“What is what?” He asks, glancing sideways at you. “This is a parking garage.”

You swing your arm, your bag slapping him lightly on the shoulder. He laughs, and you can’t help but smile even as you roll your eyes. “You know what I mean, Lee Donghyuck! Is this just us dating? Or…?”

You’ve been on a few more dates since that first one. You’ve gone to see a movie, you brought him as your date to an art exhibit hosted by a friend of yours, dinner out at this new place you’d mentioned wanting to go to. Most date nights ended up with you both at your place or at his, whichever place is less likely to have a roommate that night. You’ve been going on dates, yeah, but you’ve also definitely been fucking a lot too. Mostly you’re just learning from each other, having fun and growing familiar with each other's bodies and what you like, and doing a little bit of experimentation and testing boundaries. 

“Of course we’re dating,” Haechan says. “And in case it’s not clear, I’m exclusively dating you.”

That’s what you thought and hoped. But that’s not really the answer to the question that you’re asking. 

You reach your car before you muster the courage to ask Haechan if your relationship has a proper title. And even then, he distracts you from even trying to muster the courage when he cages you in against the trunk of your car. 

“We haven’t done anything like this yet. I’ve heard from you all about your public exploits with other guys, but don’t you think it’s time for you to fuck me in public, angel?” Haechan asks in a low voice. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, honestly. Since the meeting this morning. You bent over the table to hand something to Taeil, and your skirt was just so tight over your ass, I—-“ 

Haechan cuts his words off, his hand lowering to the curve of your ass beneath your skirt. 

Your body reacts instantly, warming under his touch. 

“You want to fuck me against my car in this dirty parking garage?” You ask. “Doesn’t that make me feel special.” But your body thrills just thinking about it, arousal pooling in your panties. “And I don’t have a condom on me. Do you?”

Haechan pauses just long enough that you know the answer before he says, “Actually, I do.”

“Were you planning this, sir?” You laugh and push at his shoulder. “I wondered why you were so eager to walk me down here.”

“I mean, it’s part of it. But also it’s dark out, and I’m not letting my… you walk alone to your car in the dark.” Haechan reaches into a pocket of his work bag on his shoulder, and he holds a condom between his fingers. “So what do you say, my sweet angel?”

You pluck the condom from his hand. “I want it quick and dirty. Think you can give me that?”

“How dirty?” Haechan has already got his hands on your hips turning you around so you’re facing away from him, your belly pinned against the trunk of your car. 

“I don’t want to be an angel right now,” you say, “I want to be a bad girl.”

Haechan pushes you right between your shoulder blades and you bend forward until your cheek is against the lid of the trunk. His fingers knot through your hair, and with his other hand he reaches for the bottom edge of your skirt. “Like this?”

He jerks the skirt up, revealing your panties and your ass. 

You whimper, and his fingers tighten in your hair some. “Answer me.” 

“Yes, sir,” your voice is already weak, slipping into a place of submission. “Quick, rough, and dirty.”

His hand smacks against your bare ass cheek, and your pussy gives a throb of arousal, a short moan escapes you, and you’re left craving more. This is one thing you’ve dipped your toes into with him. A bit of dominance and submission, him treating you like a toy, him just using you to get off. You love it, and he always treats you well afterwards, showering you with affection and praise to make up for whatever he says in the scenario. 

And that’s all that you want right now, bent over your car with his hand tightening in your hair. 

“Don’t move,” Haechan commands. “You want me to fuck you like you’re a filthy back-alley whore, baby? I’ll do it. Gonna use your tight whore pussy to get off, and maybe if you take me well I’ll let you cum too.”

If he keeps talking to you like this, you might cum before he starts anything. 

Haechan’s hand comes down on your ass again, and this time the resounding smack echoes around the parking garage. Your body jolts, another moan escapes. And before your mind has recovered from that burst of pleasure, he swings his hand down on the other side. Another smack echoing from the concrete ceiling and floors of the structure. 

This time Haechan keeps his hand there for a second, caressing the hot flush of your skin in the shape of his hand. A hesitation to give you the chance to tell him if it’s too much or if it’s not what you wanted. You feel the press of his erection against your other ass cheek, and he’s still got his pants on, though he’s grinding against your ass. 

“Pervert,” you hiss. “You’re really getting off on this aren’t you? Fucking me like I’m just some slut, right here where our boss or any of our coworkers could happen by?”

Sometimes you play the sweet submissive, sometimes the brat. Tonight, you’re feeling a little more feisty. 

Your words urge Haechan on. His hand in your hair clenches, drawing your hair a little further around his fingers so just a slight tug has your head lifting away from the trunk, with you helpless against him. Again he spanks your left ass cheek, and the way your body jolts from the impact tugs on your hair again. Your panties feel soaked from your arousal, and as Haechan rolls his hips forward, erection dipping into the cleft of your ass, you let out a keening moan. 

You’d asked for it to be quick. He got the rough and dirty part, but it seems like he’s dragging this out. 

You push your hips back into him, rolling your ass against Haechan’s erection. “Give it to me, Haechan. I need it.”

“Oh, you need it?” His chuckle comes from low in his chest, sending a rolling wave of arousal through you. “Do you need my cock, slut?”

His fingertips scrabble against your thighs, over your ass, up to your hips. He jerks your panties down, and automatically you shift to help make it easier for him to push them down until they fall to your ankles. Your wet core is met by the cool air, and that only serves to turn you on even more. 

Again, a new smack to one side of your ass and another quickly to the other side. 

“You might think I’m a pervert, baby, but you’re the one with wetness dripping down your thighs right now.” Haechan slicks a few fingers between your legs, right there along your slit. And from the way he has your head pinned to the trunk of your car, with your head turned to the side, you can see from the corner of your eye the way that he lifts that hand to his lips. You can see how he sucks his fingers into his mouth to get a taste of you. You watch as he sucks his fingers clean, as he gets them wet with his saliva, and then he draws them out and quickly slides his spit-lubed fingers inside you. 

You gasp, squirming, trying to fuck yourself back on his fingers. You need it. You want it. 

He pulls his fingers away. 

Heat blossoms across your ass. Stars sparkle across your vision for a second, and you realize that the tight hold Haechan has on your hair is actually kinda painful. But it’s the tolerable sort of pain. All of this is the good sort of pain that you can handle, that you like. 

“I said don’t move.” 

Distantly, you hear the squeal of tires on the parking garage floor, and for a moment both of you go a little tense. Your pussy clenches around Haechan’s fingers. His fingers loosen in your hair. 

“Don’t stop,” you beg, your voice rough. “I don’t care, Haechan. You know I like this risk of getting caught. Don’t stop.” 

You don’t care if someone drives by and catches a glimpse. You really, really don’t. You’ll only care if they stop to take a long look or to interfere. And you really don’t think they’re going to be able to see much. Your car is positioned between two much bigger vehicles — an SUV on one side that sticks out of the parking spot more than yours does, and on the other side is a big utility van which also does a good job at blocking the view from that direction. People speed through this parking garage all the time, so by the time that someone driving past could be able to see around the other cars to see what you and Haechan are doing, they’re already going to be gone. 

Haechan doesn’t stop. 

His fingers remain a little bit loose in your hair so you can turn your head so you’re looking forward through the back window of your car. The muscles in your neck twinge a little bit. 

Haechan pulls his other hand away from between your legs. He kicks your ankles apart lightly with one foot, though you have to pull one foot out of your panties to allow them to spread far enough. Haechan pushes your skirt up again, then you hear the sound of his belt being loosened. He reaches around you, grabbing the condom from where you still have it pinched between your fingers. 

“Ready for it?” Haechan asks, and you can hear the condom wrapper being torn open. You hear him softly groan as he rolls it down along his length, then the sound as he spits into his hand, and lastly the wet sound of him lubing his cock with his spit. 

“Haechan!” You whine as he just stands there, stroking his cock without putting it in you. 

Your ass stings when he spanks you again. “Ask for it nicely.”

A car goes zooming by behind you in a burst of loud music and a wave of rushing air. As you suspected, they’re gone before they could have possibly seen anything. 

In the silence that follows that car’s passing, Haechan smacks your other ass cheek. “Ask for it, slut.”

God, you like this. 

“Please, I need your cock. Can I please have it, sir?” You whimper, squirming even though you know that he told you not to move. “I feel so empty without you inside me, and it aches, it hurts.” And the little cherry on top of your plea is the final: “I need Daddy’s cock to fill me all the way up, let everyone know…”

“That you’re mine,” Haechan growls, and he pushes inside you. 

This is where the quick and the rough parts of your request come into play. He fucks you rough and fast, hitting deep, disregarding your pleasure to chase his own, which is exactly what you want right now. You want to feel like Haechan is using you, fucking you dirty in this public parking garage. 

Another car zooms by behind you, and this time you swear you hear a voice call something out, but Haechan doesn’t stop. You reach a hand back, twisting your fingers in his shirt. 

His cock feels so amazing where it stretches you open. Each time he thrusts forward, you can feel him deep, deep in your belly, hitting all those spots that make your toes curl in your shoes. 

Your moans begin to grow, and that means that they begin to echo. 

“As much as I love hearing you moan for me, I really need you to shut up,” Haechan groans, and his fingers tighten in your hair again, and this time when he tugs, it’s really more of a yank. He lifts your chest up off the trunk, making you arch your back as he brings your head back. 

“Quiet down for Daddy, babe,” Haechan demands, his voice low. “Unless you really want every single person in this entire parking garage to know what a slut you are for my cock.”

His teeth graze your earlobe. His hand applies the perfect amount of pressure against your throat, and between that limiting of your ability to breathe and the pain in your scalp, you think you might just float off on cloud 9. Haechan’s body has you pinned against your car, your hips colliding with the trunk each time he pulls back only to thrust in deeper. Your knees and hips ache, your ass stings in the shape of his handprints, and all of it combines into this perverse sense of pleasure. 

“Such a fucking good girl,” Haechan moans into your ear. “Yeah? You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well, slut.”

Your eyes burn from unshed tears. Usually you do prefer the aftercare praise, but this evening the degradation and rough use is just doing it for you. You’re going to cry, but only because you love it. 

Haechan pulls again on your hair. His lips glide along your cheek, and his hand lets up on your throat. 

“Tell me you love it,” Haechan demands. “Tell me how much you love taking Daddy’s cock like a whore.”

Your eyes roll. “I love—“ your voice is a slurred gurgle as Haechan drives his cock deep into you again. You try once more, saying, “I love your cock, sir. I love it so much. No one fucks me like you do.”

Haechan’s breath comes in sharp pants against your cheek. His hand slides from your throat down over your chest, sinking to the apex of your thighs. 

“Love it, I really do.” You moan, your head lolling back on Haechan’s shoulder. His fingers swirl in mind-numbing circles on your clit, and again you slur through the sensations of your rising climax, “I can’t get enough of you inside me, like, fuck— I, oh my God!” 

Haechan’s fingers fall away, and your orgasm recedes. 

Tears finally spill from your eyes, a sob cracking from your throat. “Haechan, please, I—“

“No.” His teeth nip at your earlobe again. He grinds into you, as if he can possibly fit his cock any deeper inside you. “Not yet.”

Again, his fingers return to your clit, and he plays the same game. He gets you right there to the edge before he backs off and leaves you crying, begging for it. He does this three times before you can’t take it anymore. You feel like your knees are about to give out, and a guttural plea of “I need to cum, please?”

“Can you cum on Daddy’s cock?” Haechan asks. “Why should I let you?”

“Because my pussy was made for Daddy’s cock,” you whimper, shivering as Haechan brings his fingers once more to your clit, and this time the circular strokes don’t fall away when you feel your climax cresting, instead Haechan keeps going as your orgasm washes through you. 

“Oh, God,” you moan, delirium and delight taking over as you sigh, “I love you.”

Haechan pulls back only to slam back in, grinding in deep as his hand tightens again on your throat, and he cums into the condom. He presses himself over you, pinning you once again fully against the trunk of your car. You can feel the hot pulse of his cum as he fills the condom; his heart thunders against your back, his hair brushes your cheek. Haechan is everywhere and everything to you in that moment.  

He recovers more quickly than you do. 

Haechan pulls out of you, tugging your skirt down to cover your ass once more. He turns you around and cradles your face in his hands. He rests his forehead against yours and begins praising you softly, kissing your nose and cheeks and your lips. 

After a few moments, you’re the one to push him away as another car rolls by. This one is the slowest of those that have passed by, and you catch an unfamiliar face staring at the way you and Haechan are embracing. There’s nothing obscene happening now, and there’s no way that they can tell that his cock is still out, though they might notice your panties trailing from one of your ankles. 

You decide to abandon the panties because they’re stretched and a little torn from Haechan’s efforts, and besides that, they’ve been on this nasty parking garage floor. You’re not putting that dirty material against your pussy. 

Haechan seems at a loss for what to do with the tied off condom, just standing there holding it in his hand. You can’t help laughing, reaching for his bemused face, pulling him in to kiss the expression away. 

“Can I come over tonight?” Haechan asks when you pull back.

You nod, plucking the condom from his hand. You walk away to a nearby trash receptacle that’s already overflowing with waste. You drop the condom into an uncovered styrofoam cup. Haechan is still standing there beside your car, unmoving, watching you with this indecipherable look in his eyes. 

“You can get in the car, y’know.” You pat his chest when you reach him, and he quickly wraps an arm around you, drawing you against his chest. He kisses you again, a thorough kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless. 

“Get in the car,” he tells you, “I’ll drive.”

So Haechan drives you home. He comes up to your apartment with you. He jokes around with your roommate (who has since come around and apologized to you for being a bitch when you and Haechan first started dating) while you change out of your work clothes. You cook an early dinner together with him, which the prep time consists of a decent amount of him caging you in against the countertop and kissing you while your dinner is on the verge of burning. Your roommate sits on the sofa eating her dinner, making disgusted faces at the two of you and telling you to get a room. 

And after your dinner meal is fully prepared and plated, you and Haechan take your plates to your bedroom and close the floor. 

You pull a movie up on Netflix, and you watch it together while you eat, and then you fit yourself between his legs to lie back against his chest with his arms around you. 

At some point during the movie, you suddenly realize that Haechan isn’t watching the movie. He’s probably not been watching it for a while, but you’re only just noticing. He’s playing with your hair, looking down at your face where your head rests back on his shoulder. Just looking at you with the light of the movie illuminating his face. His eyes gleam, but he doesn’t look away when you catch him. 

“What?” You ask, “Have I got something on my face?”

Haechan shakes his head. “No, I’m just thinking.”

“Mm, about what?” You watch how his expression changes, shifting away from that open way he’s been looking at you to a more closed-off distance. “You can tell me, Haechan.”

He loosens his fingers from your hair, instead trailing the backs of his fingers along the line of your jaw. Then he says, “Back on the night I first kissed you, I told you I like you, and you never said it back.”

Your heart gives a strange lurch in your chest. That’s what he’s been thinking about? Does he think that you don’t like him too? What does he think this has all been about?

“So you never said it, and that’s fine.” Haechan’s fingers trail down over your shoulder. “You never said those words ‘I like you,’ but earlier, when you were cumming…. Did you mean it?”

Mean what? 

“It was the heat of the moment, so I get it if you didn’t really mean to say it.” Haechan pauses entirely, gazing down at you, searching your face. 

What had you said? You wrack your brain, trying to think back into that heated, hazy moment. You remember moaning as the wave of your orgasmic delirium pulled you under, but had there been words involved? You know how you were feeling in the moment, and if you’d put it into words you would have said—

You gasp a little. “Oh, I mean…” 

You hadn’t meant to say it. Not those words. You’d been feeling them for sure, but you hadn’t really articulated them, even to yourself. But now, you’re sitting here, wrapped in Haechan’s arms, having told him those three big words. 

You hadn’t meant to say them, yet you had said them. They were out there in the universe, ringing in Haechan’s mind enough that he was still thinking about them a few hours later. 

And you do feel that way. You know it. So is it the worst thing that you’d blurted them out during sex?

You nod, holding Haechan’s gaze. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you tell him gently, haltingly, unsure of how he’ll receive the confession. 

Haechan’s features warm up, a bright smile appearing. “You sounded a lot more confident in that answer earlier. Will it make you more confident again if I just….” He leans in, and you turn your face more towards him. Haechan kisses you, his arms around you. This kiss is sweet and slow, the kind of kiss that makes you feel like spun sugar left out in a summer rain, dissolving a little more with every touch. 

Haechan lays you beneath him in the bed, his forehead against yours as he ends the kiss. Your name is just a sigh from his lips, and he brushes his nose against yours, then he tells you in a voice filled with tender certainty, “I love you.”

And again a moment later, “I love you,” and he kisses your nose. “I love you” with a kiss to your cheek. “I love you” with a kiss to the other cheek. Haechan kisses all over your face, punctuating each kiss with an “I love you” until your entire body is flush with heat, your heart beating fast, and your tongue is twisted around the words too, your mind moving too fast to be able to work with your tongue to tell Haechan confidently that you love him too. 

You capture his face between your hands, holding his cheeks in your palms, and you keep him there hovering right above you. 

“I love you. I’ve probably always been in love with you, honestly,” you say as you stroke your thumbs over his cheeks. “And if you keep kissing me and telling me you love me like this, you’re going to have to call me your girlfriend.”

Haechan laughs. “I do call you my girlfriend. Are you not calling me your boyfriend?”

Your face is definitely warm. “We hadn’t talked about it. I just tell people you’re…. You. You’re Haechan. My Haechan.”

He smiles. “I like that. Your Haechan.”

Fireworks burst beneath your skin when he kisses you again, when his hands and your hands begin to roam each other's bodies. You peel his shirt up and over his head. He rucks your shirt up beneath your tits. You just want to be skin to skin. You want to feel Haechan all over you. Everywhere inside and out. 

“Just so you know,” Haechan says after a while when you break apart again, things slowing down. “Your Haechan has been in love with you for a long time too. Longer than I was aware, I’m sure.” His thumbs stroke along your sides, and you shiver a little. Haechan just smiles, and says, “I’ve definitely loved you for years, and when that shifted from just loving you to being in love with you, I’m not sure. But I really love you. A ridiculous amount, honestly. You’re going to be sick of hearing me say it.”

Now you laugh, pulling his mouth back down to yours. 

The pair of you pass the words back and forth between the kisses. Exchanges of “I love you” that are so sickeningly sweet, going on until you’re too tired to kiss him any longer. You just lay your head down on his chest, both of you sunken into the warm, happy glow of your romance as he holds you in his arms. 

a/n: there was a time that I considered ending the story here, but there's still a bit more that I want to say, some more smutty scenes that I wanted to write! I hope the burn finally burning was good for you all! There's still more to come!

Also! The part where Haechan sings the song 'You In My Arms' is a song that he actually has covered a few years ago, and you can find it here

As usual, thoughts, comments, likes, reblogs, stream of consciousness-ing in the tags, all that stuff is always welcome and appreciated! Thank you for reading! Chapter 10 will be posted next Tuesday, and it's going to be from Y/N's pov again

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[fazedlight]

Burn

Over. And over. And over again.

Kara stared at the screen as she watched the simulation of Argo’s destruction - the dancing lights of the wave erasing the small asteroid - as she relived the familiar sensation of becoming the last daughter of Krypton.

Kara swiped at the simulation, shifting to Earth-38. Her adopted planet, a culture that she had once found alien and strange. Her younger self could never have imagined the love she would have for this green and blue marble, for the people of the new strange city who would each become lights. Lights that had been extinguished.

For a second time, she watched as her home was wiped from stars.

The simulation showed again how Earth had been scattered into stardust, and she thought about her loved ones who had managed to survive, stuck on one of the multitude of ships in a haphazard fleet around her above Earth-1. She was desperate to get them all on the Waverider, to give Alex a hug, to beg Lena’s forgiveness, even to hear an encouraging word from Cat… if they had made it.

Paragon of Hope, she thought, ripping off her glasses to watch the simulation again. I’m not the paragon of anything.

“An entire universe wiped from existence,” came a familiar voice behind her, sending chills up her spine, “Distilled down to a computer graphic…”

Kara spun on her heel, eyes wide in disbelief. But the bald, smirking man in front of her was real - and amused. “Gotta say,” he said, “Missing that wow factor.”

“Lena killed you,” Kara growled, feeling the rush of adrenaline in her veins. She killed you and she lost me, Kara’s mind screamed. She killed you for me and now she can never forgive me.

“Only for a little while,” Lex winked back.

There were lines she didn’t cross on Earth. No death if she could help it, and certainly no cold-blooded murder. But as she marched forward - eyes burning red and still carrying the shredded pain of grief in her chest - her only thought was I lost Lena for you. The planets of both her Houses were gone, Lena despised her if she had even survived, and there was nothing left but incoherent rage. Lena killed you, Kara thought, and I will keep it that way.

“Everyone has a part to play,” came the fractured voice of the Monitor, like a cold wave washing her back from the edge. “Even Lex Luthor.” Kara halted, dimming her eyes. And though she argued back, feeling her distrust bubble over with rage of the unsaved humans and Oliver and the destruction that was yet to come, she also wrestled numbly. Both with what the Monitor had done…

And what she had been prepared to do.

------- If you want a different take on Crisis, I also wrote a supercorp version a while ago.

[estellardreams]

Spiritrune - Weird Route [Audio Edit]

Attacking everyone below!

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Attack info below for everyone

Nymph - Royal Wrath

A huge slash attack using the dark staff. 70% TP. Deals 355 damage.

Tulip - Cyber Corruption

Decimates enemies through blast using electric acid. 85% TP. Deals 575 damage.

Camellia - Blue Flame

Uses powerful blue flame towards enemy. 60% TP. Deals 400 damage.

Mallow - K Slash

Slashes in a lethal movement of amputation and decapitation. 90% TP. Deals 670 damage.

Rosemary - Chaos Curse

Forces magic instability on enemies. 70% TP.

Orion - Chaos Vein

Pulls pure chaos energy out of body and forms it into a weapon. 56% TP. Deals 120 damage.

Estelle - Rainbow Crash

Unleashes corrupted Harmony magic. 100% TP. Lethal.

Meredith - Ocean Core

Uses tainted water to pierce through enemies. 85% TP. Deals 800 damage.

Maria - Chaos Crash

Shifts form into supercharged rocket and pierces through enemies. 100% TP. Lethal.

Arthur - Dual Slash

Two slashes back to back. 55% TP. Deals 440 damage.

Naomi - Windstorm

Conjures up a tornado while serving as the conduit, tornado strength up to EF3. 90% TP. Lethal.

Rime - Snowgrave

Creates a snow blast that freezes enemies to death. 100% TP. Lethal.

Keira - Chaos Scythe

Charged up Scythe strike. 70% TP. Deals 600 damage.

Juice - Psychic Flash

Uses psychic magic to shatter the mind of the enemy. 100% TP. Lethal.

Stellar - Chaos Break

Snaps all powers in half for enemies but doubles power of allies in return. 90% TP.

Terios - Chaos Shard

Uses unstable chaos energy embedded into their body to attack. 100% TP. Lethal.

Sunshine - Flashbang

Blinds enemies. 45% TP.

Sakura - Poison Bloom

Uses pollen from flowers to poison enemies, depleting their hp. 24% TP. Deals 50 damage.

Kaiko - Flower Curse

Changes all plants in the vicinity to damage everyone around them, including allies and themselves. 40% TP. Deals 50 damage.

Azarael - Tsunami

Conjures up huge wave of water to crash onto enemies. 90% TP. Deals 900 damage.

Okay, doing mini "best strategy" mode here. Let's see…

So… Anyone below Keira on the list is a guilty character, while the group between her and Meredith is defiant. So keep defiants to a minimum and don't do any possible guilty characters. We also need to keep the weird routes below eight, because if we hit that limit we're entering hard mode so we're gonna try to avoid it.

Now… For starters, our best pick for special attacks is definitely Estelle, whom is our only lethal attacker who isn't a defiant or guilty.

It would also be wise to weird route Mallow as well, since she holds the other highest damage count besides Estelle in the stronger group.

That's two weird route characters… But what if they're downed? Also, they're on different teams. It's pretty much impossible to have both on the same team so for our other weird routes…

Rime and Meredith.

Let me explain: We still need to keep in mind our controllers aka those who are manipulated by the player that would be much better but pose an extra problem: Heavy resistance. There's a reason they're controllers due to a high amount of determination without being determination at all, which is why both Maria and Naomi aren't favorable to weird route despite how tempting two lethals are. Not to mention… They're both seafoam, leaving only Estelle as a Stardust weird route character.

At least with Rime and Meredith it's balanced 2 v 2, and four characters is plenty to spare the rest. Not to mention, although some are connected trying to weird route them requires other characters (ex. Stellar and Camellia) which would affect BOTH characters. This runs the risk of losing a base powerful character while only making the middling strength character a bit stronger and deadlier.

With these teams in mind… Our most efficient team match-ups are:

For seafoam: Maria, Mallow, Meredith. Maria is, despite being warrior class, pretty much a tank. Mallow is the main attacker, while Meredith is both a reliable healer and heavy hitter.

For stardust: Arthur, Rime, Estelle. Arthur is the usual knight class, Rime is our warrior, and Estelle the Mage. Pretty balanced by party standards but in terms of power we now have two LETHAL LEVEL attacks on this end. This is incredibly busted, too.

(Yes you can switch out who you want in the fight. It's a mechanic in the game. It's also a free turn and you can do it as many times as you want. BUT if whoever you're swapping with took damage, that damage will carry over to whoever you swapped them with.)

But anyway… What would everyone else do for their parties? I'm curious!

[cosmicdreamt]

Neff is still totally ignoring a certain eldritch being who has the audacity to tell her to get over something just because they're too much of a whiny wet dog to handle being out there.

Sips her warm drink.

[mundiivagant]

Maddy is the mom friend. She’ll make sure you eat, brings snacks to D&D sessions, and is definitely the one that would show up with chicken noodle soup if you’re sick.

[violettduchess]

Can I request ikevamp Arthur with the prompt constellations and be Spicy.

A/N: Here you are, @otomefoxystar 💜 I hope you enjoy it!

This is a submission for my and @lorei-writes Sunshine and Starlight CC ☀⭐

Arthur x Reader, suggestive content

WC: ~900

The moon spills its silvery light through the open window, granting everything in Arthur’s room an argent sheen. A cool night breeze accompanies it, whispering across the bare skin of your back. It brushes its fingers along your spine, caresses your curves and tickles the backs of your legs. Even the soles of your feet feel its chilly touch. It is, however, a welcome change from the tidal wave of heat that Arthur had unleashed upon your body not long ago. You sigh, your cheek resting against the cradle of your arms as you remember him coaxing the ever-burning embers of your desire into towering flames with his skilled fingers, his talented mouth. You burned to ash, a comet exploding across as star-strewn night sky, and now you are enjoying the sated rest of a body slowly coming back, like stardust recompiling itself into human form.

Arthur pushes himself away from the pillows he’s been reclining against, his dark blue gaze drinking in the sight of you there, on your stomach, breathing contentedly. He leans towards you, laying a familiar hand on the back of your thigh. You lift your head and glance over your shoulder at him.

“As beautiful as Cassiopeia,” he murmurs affectionately, his palm warm against your skin. You can’t help the face you make as you dimly remember a musty university lecture hall and an ancient professor droning on about Greek mythology.

“Isn’t she extremely vain and ends up causing the downfall of her kingdom?” You shift a bit, propping yourself up on your forearms and recalling more of the myth as the hazy memory slowly comes into focus. “Poseidon put her in the stars and she spends half the year upside down as punishment.”

Arthur laughs, the sound soft and admiring. “Who knew my darling was so versed in the classics?” He moves closer, sitting up beside you, his hand sliding possessively up your reclining figure, up across the curve of your hip, his fingers brushing along the line of your waist until they come to rest on the plane of your back. Using one finger, he begins tracing a line between your shoulder blades. The touch is feather-light, yet heated, a phoenix feather grazing your skin. 

“Thanks to Isaac, I know quite a bit about the scientific side of Cassiopeia. She, as a constellation, is famous for her W-shape, formed by her five brightest stars.” He draws the shape slowly and your breath comes out in a light gasp, caught in a spider’s web of desire and anticipation. “Right next to her is the more famous Big Dipper.” His finger slides down a short distance, tracing the familiar shape of its four-starred bowl and then the three-starred handle. Your back is now rising and falling more quickly with each breath, your head having fallen forward, forehead pressed against your forearms, as you lose yourself in the feel of his touch. “And right next to them is Andromeda.” He glides his hand further down your body to the sensitive small of your back. You squirm, wanting a firmer touch, but he presses you down onto the bed with his free hand, keeping you still.

“Arthur….” It’s almost a whimper, almost a plea.

His hand doesn’t budge, holding you at his mercy even as his index finger resumes its journey, tracing the shape of Andromeda’s starlit form. A shudder rolls through your as he leans down, pressing a kiss right next to where his finger has stopped. “Can you tell me, my sweet scholar, who Andromeda is?” That voice is honey, pouring itself over you. “If you manage that, you’ve earned a reward.”

You long to turn, to roll your body around so you’re facing him, so you can reach for him and pull him roughly to you, desperate to quench the thirst that is burning its way through your veins. But he knows, oh does he know, what he is doing to you, and he is still gently but firmly holding you in place. He slides his palm across your lower back and your thoughts spark into tiny bursts of light, disappearing into the void of want that has clouded your mind, making it difficult to remember anything at all. 

“Andromeda,” you manage, the word sticking to your dry throat, “was Cassiopeia’s daughter.” He trails a teasing line along the outside of your thigh, ignoring the places you most need him. Gritting your teeth, you force yourself to concentrate. “She was offered as a sacrifice by her mother to a sea monster, but was saved by Perseus. They got married and had lots of children and damn it, Arthur, if you don’t touch me properly, I swear–”

He laughs, the sound husky and full of promise. “Alright, alright.” You’re released and quicker than a star’s wink in the night you’ve turned around, rising to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him fiercely, the full force of the desire he’s built up inside you now unleashed, bright as Sirius, more powerful than the pull of gravity. Arthur’s eyes are a universe all of their own, blazing with love and longing. Gently he pushes you back down against the soft mattress, his long, bare body covering your own. “Lay back, love, and let me reward you.” He slowly begins trailing a chain of kisses down your neck, your collarbone. “You’ve more than earned it.”

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[silent-sanctum]

would like to request jotaro with f!reader who has a very sensitive waist... and he accidentally finds out when they get attacked by a stand user and he grabs her by the waist to get out of the way and she accidentally moans and he realizes 😏also stardust crusaders setting

Sooo hey 👋 Sorry I just got to you anon. The time you sent this request was when I was still knee-deep in school work (and i thought my requests were closed) but I figured I should make you a short fic regardless. Enjoy!

Sensitive - Jotaro x Reader

word count: 1.3k

There were a lot of things you never knew about yourself and unfortunately this was one of them.

Apparently, your reception to touch was sensitive… really sensitive to the point where one tiny poke would make you jump and squeal like a child, or one cut on your arm would sting like hell.

But there was also that one embarrassing discovery about that skin sensitivity that your head wouldn’t let you forget. Ever.

An enemy Stand had ambushed the Crusaders in the middle of the desert and the group had to deal with the problem before the person could do something worse. This Stand’s ability in particular was simple and it involved homing projectiles that were persistent on tracking its target down for a solid minute or two.

The user was cocky enough to let himself be seen by everyone at a distance, confident that you won’t be able to survive the multiple flying arrows shooting around and about.

You had suggested that Avdol and Kakyoin be the one to deal with the enemy since their Stand’s attacks were long-ranged and able to release their own projectiles back, and to create that opening the others could distract the arrows away from them.

For a while, the plan worked. The two managed to make them invisible from the sensors of the arrows, and for them to chase after you, Jotaro, Polnareff, and Mr. Joestar instead. The whole situation grew more annoying than threatening the longer this went on, constantly having to dodge and duck every new second maybe even deflect some of them if possible.

And for some reason, even if you did well so far evading the homing projectiles, it didn’t occur to you that while you dodged one arrow, you forgot the other heading straight for you.

“Y/N!”

And this was the moment you remembered with vivid recollection.

In an instant, you gasped as a strong arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you back, barely missing the sharp tip zipping past you. Oh, someone just pulled me away from death. You figured because that was over, the arm would let go. It didn’t.

“Hey I think you can-” You turned to the person who pulled you away and paused immediately, heat creeping up your neck when you realized that it was Jotaro who did it- your crush ever since meeting that first time during a group project. And it just occurred to you that again… his arm secured itself around your waist.

And it looked like he hadn’t noticed that he didn’t let you go yet. Knowing that it was him holding you combined with the fact that a simple press of your waist was sending jolts and jolts of tingling sensation throughout your veins made you feel like a fuming mess. “Uhm-”

“Watch out,” You couldn’t say what you needed to say when he jumped out of the way of another arrow with you still in his grip, and there was that one spot that got touched when his arm tightened just then that sent another mind tingling feel under your skin. You had to bite your tongue to not do anything inappropriate. He should let go before this gets worse.

But Jotaro still hadn’t noticed you were still in his arm, too focused on eyeing every single projectile flying around, but you couldn’t entirely focus on them when you were feeling many things at once with every second his arm continued to press against the sensitive sides of your waist.

All it took was another arrow aimed at you for the infamous memory to happen.

Jotaro tugged you in, holding you with both arms and pressing your whole body against his chest when multiple arrows zipped past you.

But with the strong pressure around your body, together with every inch of your heated skin now brushing up against the muscled frame of the delinquent, you couldn’t hold back the audible moan you held in for the longest time, breathy and unintentionally prolonged.

You froze.

As did Jotaro.

And an ice cold bucket of water washed you when you realized what happened. In an instant, heat rushed up your neck and flooded the entirety of your face and ears, and you couldn’t even hide yourself when your arms are trapped to your side. He didn’t look any better with the way he couldn’t move at all with those red-tipped ears and tightened lips.

It didn’t click to both of you that Kakyoin managed to take down the enemy Stand user and that the group gathered to recollect themselves after that inconvenience.

Awkwardly, you finally stepped out of his hold and cleared your throat. “Uh, I- well- the team’s done so…”

Without looking at you, Jotaro shoved his hands into his pockets, feigning casualness as if he hadn’t blushed as well. “Looks like it…”

“I’m just gonna, you know… head on over there… with the others.” You chuckled nervously.

He nodded and so you bolted, still fuming with shame and disbelief.

Now you can’t think of any way you could approach Jotaro after that.

It would be alright if the group kept moving and everyone’s minds would eventually forget what just happened, but unfortunately for you, traversing at night was a bad idea and god forbid you were to sleep under the scorching daylight sun.

Mr. Joestar managed to get the group to a small town and book out 3 rooms with the same room arrangements done during your stay at Singapore… where you get to share the room with the one person you still didn’t know how to talk to up to now.

Though before any of you could get some shut eye, you all had your dinner first at a nearby eatery without any rude interference of enemies.

I have to clear things up with him. I don’t think I can handle this weird energy of when it’s just us in one room again. Just as Mr. Joestar went to talk things with the cashier and most probably negotiate for a discount, you steeled your resolve and let out a deep exhale.

You timed your approach just as the guys stood from their seats and strode towards the delinquent with all the courage you mustered for the past hours. “Hey,” you started, reaching forward to grab the flap of his school uniform and drawing his attention to you, a brow raised.

Upon eye contact, you hitched your breath for a moment before speaking your mind out. “About earlier, listen… that sound came out involuntarily. You see, I’m sensitive to touch so there’s that too. If that made you uncomfortable, then I’m sorry.”

Jotaro continued to stare, waiting if you had more to say. And you grew even more flustered. “H-Hey! You kept on holding onto me even after pulling me away from that arrow! I could have done just as well as before if you were aware of you keeping me hostage.”

“I was aware.”

Huh?

“You thought I forgot to let you go?” He scoffed. “I’m not that dense. What if I wanted you to make that sound on purpose?”

“Y-You…” On purpose?! Once again, your cheeks fumed a bright red.

“Looks like I made you flustered this time,” To make matters worse, he walked a few more steps towards you, leaning down until his face was beside your ear to whisper into it. “That’s what you get for teasing me all this time on our way here. Don’t think I’m through with you just yet.”

Jotaro pulled back with an obvious, slightly mischievous glint in his eyes as he turned around, amused and satisfied at your current state. “I’ll see you back in the room.” And as if he wanted to hit the nail on the coffin one last time, you yelped a bit too loud when a pair of hands grabbed your waist out of nowhere, pressing in.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, glaring at Star Platinum as he returned to his user with a wide grin meant to imply Jotaro’s delight in turning you into this blushing mess.

“Don’t think I’m through with you just yet.” “I’ll see you back in the room.”

I can’t believe this. You scoffed, hands on your hips as your head remained heated and red. Fucking hell. “That bastard.”

[dominimoonbeam]

To The Edge - 13

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story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

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TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 13.

Stardust had never told anyone before, not even Contessa. It was the sort of secret that would get people killed—that already had. It wasn’t even their secret, not originally, but it certainly felt like theirs now.

It had all happened before they were even born. Stardust’s mother, Theo Solinoh, had been the great-great granddaughter of Galileo, the galaxy’s most powerful and notorious crime lord. The family-owned and ran three of the seven corporations of the Solar Court and had their fingers in a couple of the others. They wouldn’t be satisfied until they had everything, until every corporation and every last family in the SC was aligned with theirs.

Five houses of Solinoh blood all bent the knee to Galileo and reached toward that unifying goal for the family name.

All five, except for Stardust’s.

They were a defiant line of tragic attempts to escape their own bloodline ever since Massimo Fairvell first left Galileo and took their daughter, Layla, with him. He would swear off the crime lord and all her family time and again, only to come back when the credit ran dry.

His daughter tried to walk the line between her parents for a long time, tried to be a part of the family but not be involved in their work. Even after her father died in a curious case of drowning in his pool, she didn’t cast doubt. Layla Solinoh Fairvell had wanted peace. She had wanted to believe her mother wouldn’t go that far, wouldn’t hurt them. But then the family lured Layla’s heir to their table and she let them go because she thought the blood in their veins meant something—that it made them safe. Massimo, named for their grandfather, died in an explosion resulting from a mysterious engine malfunction.

The family started referring to executing one of their own as a Massimo Curse.

That was the true moment of the divide, when a quiet attempt to separate themselves from the other Solinohs became a war.

For nearly a hundred cycles, involving two more generations of Solinoh, companies rose and fell, and assassination attempts, espionage, and biological warfare became a part of monthly reports.

It got so bad that other feuds in the family broke under the strain and no one was safe, not even Galileo.

Stardust’s parents had realized that there was no way out if the war continued, but no way to surrender either. Solinohs could not surrender to anyone but Galileo herself and if they did that, she would surely execute them all.

So, Stardust’s parents did the impossible. They acquired something, some piece of information, so damnable that even Galileo had balked and when the dust settled after the latest Solinoh family feud, the great crime lord ended the war. She pretended it had never happened—that she had no interest in her daughter or the rest of the Fairvells one way or the other. She must have ordered the others to do the same, because in all of Stardust’s life, their cousins had never been anything less than polite… until they found out, of course.

Somewhere in the galaxy, there was information that Galileo would give almost anything to keep hidden.

“Let me get this straight…” the cosmic bounty hunter said.

They were still sitting on the floor beside the emergency pod, Stardust between his sprawled legs but turned a little to catch his reactions out of the corner of their eye.

“Your parents had blackmail material on your grandmother, the scariest person in the known galaxy, and that’s how your branch of the tree got out of the family business…”

They nodded. “Yeah.”

He nodded too, dragging a hand over his head and trying to absorb everything. “They hid that information, along with a small fortune in case of emergencies, somewhere in nebula 7352, and put a map in moving ink on their kid’s back? Making you a target for all of the worst people, should anyone find out about it?”

Stardust almost argued that it wasn’t really a target for all the worst people, only Solinohs and the truly stupid would think they wanted their hands on that blackmail. Stardust’s own parents had lived in constant paranoia that Galileo would one day decide to torture the location out of them.

Eventually, their father had left the prime to hide out in Eaton Space, as though Galileo’s reach would end at the borders of the Solar Court, and their mother went into hiding. Neither had thought to take Stardust with them and by the time Stardust ran, it was too late. Galileo might not be hunting, but some of the cousins had found out about the blackmail material.

Rory laughed, the sound of it startling Stardust out of their grim thoughts. He had tears forming in his eyes. Had the information broken his mind? “No offense, Stardust, but your parents were assholes.”

They blinked and then exhaled a laugh too. “Yeah.

“So, someone figured out about the map?”

They nodded. “Genesis and Tansy, definitely.”

“Your cousins…right. The ones handling the bounty to bring you home safe… Do you think your grandmother knows?”

“If she knew, she would have sent a dreadnought and probably Calico or Fatima, definitely not Genesis.”

Cosmic sighed. “No. Yeah, that makes sense. They would want the blackmail material the same as your parents did. At least that’s something in your favor…”

Stardust dragged a deep breath. It didn’t feel like anything was in their favor right now. Genesis in his yacht was just as bad as Calico in a dreadnought at this point.

Cosmic looked at them. “Is there some way to just, tell them what the map says and stay out of it?”

They sat straighter, fighting the urge to shift their back farther away from him—like he might see the map through their shirt and jacket. What did it matter if he did now? He was just as screwed as they were. “I don’t know.”

He laughed. “What do you mean you don’t know? It never occurred to you to try?”

“I wouldn’t know what to tell them. I don’t know what the map says.”

“Oh.” His smile fell. “Oh, shit. You can’t see it. And…you couldn’t ask anyone to look either since if they realized what it was…yeah. No, I get it.” His chin dropped when he turned his thoughts around. Stardust sighed, actually feeling better just having someone else to commiserate about this. And then his gaze cut up to them again, something curious there. “But I mean, I know and I’m right here… Do you mind if I get another look at it?”

They shouldn’t be surprised he wanted to see it, but they were.

“Well, I mean I am neck deep in this mess with you now, aren’t I?”

Stardust winced. There was no way around that.

“I can’t turn you in for the bounty without getting killed and it doesn’t sound like your cousins are going to stay in the prime and wait for you to be brought back to them either,” he said, like he was considering his options, but they were pretty sure he wouldn’t turn them in now even if he could get the bounty. He reached for their arms. “Okay. I’m taking the cuffs off of you… Try not to steal my ship again, Stardust.”

They stretched their hands out toward him so he could get a look at the metal bindings. “I promise I’m done with mutiny,” they said, not entirely sure they meant it, but wanting him to believe it.

The bounty hunter grinned. “No offense, but your promises don’t really mean shit to me anymore.” He opened a small panel on the wrist and pressed something, the cuffs popping open.

“You sure you want to see the map? You can still say you haven’t,” Stardust offered, stomach twisting. He was going to get killed for this. It wasn’t fair but they weren’t sure they could get him out of it. Best case scenario, the cousins might forget about him after it was all said and done.

Rory shook his head, rolling one hand in the air. “Let’s get a look at this thing. Jacket off…”

Stardust rolled their eyes but shrugged out of the jacket, setting it on the floor. They shifted to sit with their back to him again, hesitating.

“Shirt too, Stardust,” he said, waiting.

They’d never considered letting anyone see the tattoo until he got a glimpse while patching them up in the med room.

“Are you really getting shy now?” he asked, smiling around the words. “I saw you naked just the other day… You know, before you stole my gun and my ship, made me tase myself, taped me to a chair, tased me again, and then made me drag you back here in a box.”

“You could have let me out of the box,” they countered, heat rising to their cheeks.

“You didn’t make me drag the box… yeah… great, Stardust. You’re right. You’re totally innocent and we’re complete strangers. Take off the damn shirt. If I’m going to die over this tattoo, I’d like to get a better look at it.”

With a groan and a roll of their eyes, they sat forward again. “Fair,” they conceded.

They both sat there, unmoving, for another few seconds. Stardust dragged another breath and then grabbed the hem of their shirt and lifted it up over their head. They put it down on the jacket to keep from clinging to it. They weren’t shy. They weren’t scared. But this was… different.

The air was cold on their skin, but his eyes felt like points of heat.

“It’s…just a map of the nebula. I mean, it’s amazing ink but it’s just…Huh.”

They tensed at that pause, stretching to look back over their shoulder at him. “What?”

“It’s different than last time I saw it. It’s…closer. I guess we’re flying in that direction. I wonder if the closer we get to the nebula the closer the map gets to wherever it’s leading…”

“It moved?” Not just the sweeping swirls of ink but actually moved? “Like zoomed in?”

He nodded, gaze still fixed on their back. “Is it okay if I touch it?”

Stardust blinked and then whipped their head forward before he could meet their gaze. They shrugged, heart beating faster despite all their efforts to pretend they didn’t care when they said, “Sure.”