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good-beanswrites · 2 months

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An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming.

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad.

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him.

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge.

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch.

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him.

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change.

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mikoto kayano #0309 #thank you so much for the request woo!!!#lmao it leans more 'serious intimate' than 'sappy romantic' - i hope thats okay #and yeah! i was actually planning to have a chapter in thermoregulation where yuno treated his eye #but every way i envisioned it wouldnt fit right with the tone of the whole thing #so ive been considering other characters and mikoto works So Well -- i was really glad to finally sit and write it out with him!!#its just... having someone as paranoid and ashamed as fuuta actually letting someone close enough to see/touch his most vulnerable injury..#it Gets me man 😭😭😭#and mikoto is also showing a very open side of himself - he has someone who trusts him despite everything thats going on with him/john #someone he doesnt need to preform for -- someone who truly trusts him #;--;#im torn between picturing the prisoners staying away from mikoto t2 or him self isolating while they all still really like hanging out #i went with the first option here but it changes depending on the fic LOL #anyway i hope you enjoyed!!!!#the two start out sitting really far apart and awkward but by the end of t2 with mikoto treating him regularly they start sitting like that #meme where the girl is putting on the others makeup LOL #drabbles #what if i keep procrastinating on school writing and i just write milgram fic forever and ever huh

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dantesunbreaker · 6 months

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NSFW: In the Night Part I

(Terzo x AFAB!Reader)

TW: Blood, implied character death, vomiting blood

You find Terzo waiting in your room, ready to begin a night of carnal bliss. But you can't shake the feeling there is something you are missing. That something is wrong.

This is something I've been working on since before Halloween! If everything works out as I hope, it should be a three part story!

Something seems off the moment you step into your bedroom, sensing something is different, an eerie chill drifting in from the open balcony doors. But.. you don’t remember leaving them open. A figure stands at the railing, their back to you, dressed in fine and crisp black dress clothes. Slowly you make your approach, unable to see their face, but you can feel the heaviness of their presence. Your heart rate picks up. There is an unfamiliar tension in the air, a feeling that something is not quite right.

But as you reach a hand out, the figure turns towards you. Familiar, comforting mismatched eyes gaze back at you, eyes that you would know anywhere. Terzo. A smile splits across his face, the lines at the corners of his lips pronounced, wrinkles moving to express the mirth. His smile is infectious, tugging at your own lips as Terzo closes the distance between you. In an instant you don’t even think to question that gnawing feeling at the back of your mind telling you something is amiss. With Terzo here with you, how could anything be wrong?

“Oh amore mio, as always it is so wonderful to see you,” Terzo beams as he reaches out for you, hands reaching out to cup your cheeks and pull you close.

But you gasp at the feeling of his hands on your flushed cheeks. They are ice cold.

“Terzo, you’re freezing!” The tremble in your voice gives away your rising concern, but cold lips pepper you with soft kisses until your heart rate settles.

“Guess you will just have to warm me up then,” Terzo pulls away, giving you a playful wink as his hands settle at your hips.

The cold still seems to seep through even the layers of clothes, but you can feel it steadily begin to fade. Your body becomes the fuel to warm you both. Terzo always has a way of putting you at ease.

“Alright, I think I can help,” you finally respond with your own teasing smirk, pulling him by the front of his shirt for a kiss.

Together you stay lip locked until you can feel the warmth gradually return to Terzo’s lips, becoming soft and malleable, allowing you to properly melt into the kiss. Allowing you to completely succumb to his dark, seductive charm. Terzo walks you backwards towards the bed, never breaking your kiss until the back of your knees hit the edge. The look Terzo gives as he watches you shuffle up the bed is near ravenous. As if he were some hungry beast looking at what would soon be their next tasty meal. You can feel the throbbing between your thighs as Terzo crawls up the bed after you, descending upon you.

Teeth graze the pulse point of your neck, hands gliding down your body until one hand cups your clothed sex. You jolt, arching further into him at the stark contrast of Terzo’s freezing touch on your heat. Terzo grins against the delicate skin of your neck. Adding light pressure, he rubs you through the layers of fabric separating you.

“Dolcezza,” Terzo punctuates the pet name with a nip of your flesh. “Oh how I have missed you, missed the feeling of your warmth.” For a moment you are unsure if he simply means the heat of your body, or the heat of your sex as he presses his entire body up against yours, as if trying to absorb as much warmth as he can into himself.

Muscles coiled tight from the cold, you let out a shallow breath as you snake a hand around the back of his neck. Terzo’s face stays buried in the crook of your neck as you hold him to you, not wanting to ever let him go.

“How can you miss me?” Your fingers trail up to card through Terzo’s raven black hair as his kisses travel lower. “You know I am always right here, always ready for whenever you should ever need me.”

There is a brief flashing sting of pain as teeth nip at your collarbone, your startled gasp of a moan drowning out Terzo’s sorrowful sigh. If only your words were still true. But before the mood has the chance to dampen, Terzo rucks up the bottom of your shirt to expose a small strip of skin along your lower belly. Though not as sharp as before, there is still a bite as cold fingers caress your skin. You want more. Wiggling your hips, you try to coax your Papa to explore more of your body further. Back arched, you push up into him with an encouraging moan.

“Oh tesoro,” you can hear the smirk in his voice already. “So eager for more and yet I’ve barely touched you.”

Normally, Terzo would drag out your torture for as long as possible. Ever the tease. But he seems struck by a similar sense of urgency and need, for he takes mercy on you. Deft fingers unbutton your pants, dragging the zipper down and sliding them off your legs with practiced ease. Though, he halts for a moment at your underwear, taking the time to admire the damp patch between your thighs. Soon those too are removed, leaving you bare from the waist down.

“Ah, bellissimo. Perfection,” Terzo purrs, one hand squeezing your outer thigh as the other pushes your shirt further up, encouraging you to remove it. When your last layer of protection is gone, he hums in appreciation. “What a wonderful offering, and to think it’s all for me.”

While speaking, Terzo shifts lower down your body, hands holding your thighs open as he slots himself between them. Mismatched eyes stay locked with your own as his face lowers until his lips hover just inches above your pubic bone. You can feel cold breath fan out across your heated flesh, making you shiver. Equally anxious and excited, you bite your lip in anticipation as you are fixed with a devious grin. Half a gasp leaves you the moment Terzo’s lips press into the soft skin of your lower abdomen. Soft kisses trailing across your skin lower and lower until he pauses right before reaching where you want him most.

“Look at you,” Terzo purrs, “absolutely dripping for your Papa.”

With a whine, you try to arch your hips up to close the distance between you. Chuckling, Terzo pulls back just enough to stay out of reach.

“Patience, caro,” when you settle back against the bed, he moves back in. “Let me admire you first.”

Carefully, treating you as if you were an intricate piece of artwork, Terzo uses his hands to spread your folds open for his viewing pleasure. With the intensity of his gaze, it is as if he were trying to save a picture perfect image of you in his memory. Only inches away, you can feel his freezing breath tingle your wetness. Your hands clutch at the sheets below, balling the fabric with your fists as you fight the urge to lift your hips. But Terzo seems pleased with your restraint and rewards you for your good behavior. It starts with a simple teasing lick with the tip of his tongue from ass to clit. But it’s enough to make you snap. One hand buries into Terzo’s ebony locks, securing him in place as your hips lift to buck against his face.

Terzo gets the message loud and clear. The tip of his nose nudges at your clit as his tongue caresses your entrance. You mewl and moan, head thrown back into the pillows in bliss as he presses deeper. Devouring you as if you were his last meal, Terzo ensures that not even a single inch of you goes untouched. It’s electrifying. Your muscles constrict, coiling tight as your mind can only focus on the pleasure Terzo so freely gives. All that exists in this moment in time is you and him.

A hand seeks out your own that remains tangled in the sheets, a soft encouragement as your chokehold switches over to Terzo’s hand. Tears spring to the corners of your eyes, desperate for more as your hips grind against Terzo’s face in search of more friction. But Terzo always seems to know exactly what you need, knowing you as well as the back of his own hand. Never a selfish lover, Terzo will not rest until you are drunk on pleasure.

You can’t hold back a scream the moment you feel lips seal over your aching bundle of nerves. Encouraged by your enthusiasm, Terzo doubles down, pinning your hips to the bed as his tongue circles you, sucking you further into his mouth. The muscles in your legs quiver, thighs aching to snap closed around Terzo to keep him locked against you. Tension starts in the center of your body, a tight coil pulling tighter and tighter until you can feel its hold spreading throughout to the rest of your body. Muscles taut, you fight desperately against the need to burst at the seams with pleasure.

But Terzo reads you like a book, picking up on your resistance. While putting extra pressure with his tongue, Terzo effortlessly slides two fingers up to the knuckle within your welcoming heat. All stars seem to align as the coil inside you snaps, your orgasm crashing down upon you, nearly arching your back completely off the bed as your hips buck without abandon. Your Papa continues to pump two fingers in and out of you with the help of your thrusts, working you through your orgasm while his tongue moves to caress your folds to prolong the pleasure without pushing you into overstimulation.

As you slowly regain your senses, able to slow your breathing as your hips stop moving, a blissed smile crosses your face as Terzo pulls away and sits back to look at you. By some miracle, there is not a single smudge on his Papal paints. But you don’t allow yourself the time to give it much thought. He looks simply too irresistible with lips still glistening with your arousal.

“That’s a good look for you, Papa,” you practically purr as you sit up, stalking across the bed until you are nearly sitting in Terzo’s lap. Tilting his chin up with one finger, you trace along his jawline before giving him an open mouth kiss. Your taste is so divine when it is from his lips. “But I think it is a little selfish for you not to share.”

Not needing to wait for elaboration, Terzo makes quick work of shedding clothing until he is equally as bare as you are before him. As you gaze at him, you can’t help but feel an unexplainable pang in your chest. Just as he had before, you try to commit every detail to memory so you can call back upon it whenever you desire. Your Papa is immaculate, and he is all yours.

“Like what you see, tesoro? You seem a bit stunned for words,” Terzo is cheeky as his knees hit the edge of the mattress, gliding back up to rest beside you on the bed.

“Always,” you are brought out of your daze, shifting to focus on Terzo’s impeccable hard cock that so eagerly awaits your attention. A hiss passes through your teeth the moment you wrap your hand around his girth. “Fucking hell, just as cold as the rest of you!”

Terzo actually gives you a look that one could say passes for sympathy, not wanting you to feel obligated to continue any further. But you are not one to let a little discomfort stop you.

“Caro, we do not have to-” Terzo starts to withdraw, but you give a couple of experimental strokes along his cock with one hand before taking his entirety into the warmth of your mouth. Suddenly it is him that is at a loss for words, cutting off with a moan as his head tilts back.

It is no worse than deepthroating a popsicle. For a brief moment the cold stings, but it is swift to fade as you stroke the underside of Terzo’s cock with your tongue.

“I told you I was going to warm you up,” you pull back just enough to sling a witty remark at your Papa who watches you with wide eyes as you sink back around him.

Your cheeks hollow, lips sealing around him so the heat cannot escape. Terzo groans, giving a gentle thrust up into you as a hand settles over the back of your head. Not to push or pull, simply to create another point of contact with you, to feel closer to you. Your soft hum of approval vibrates around Terzo’s cock, causing an involuntary rough jerk of the hips that leaves your nose pressed flush against his neatly trimmed patch of hair.

Nothing prepares you though for the sounds Terzo makes when you reach to cup his balls, gently rolling each one in hand until they are of equal temperature with your body. You take your job seriously after all, and that entails being very thorough. Sweet and salty, you can taste Terzo’s precum on your tongue. But this is not how you plan for the night to end, and neither does Terzo. Just as you move to pull off him, Terzo gives a light tug of your hair as he shifts his hips as far back as the space allows.

“As good as your mouth feels amore, it is not where I wish to bury my seed this evening,” Terzo looks softly down into your eyes when just his head remains resting on your reddened lips. Hands cup your cheeks, lifting you up to press your lips together.

When you part, Terzo sits back on his heels to watch you shimmy up the length of the bed to lay back against the pillows once more. Your legs fall open for him automatically, already ready and waiting for him by the time Terzo settles between your thighs. One of his hands falls to his cock, giving it a firm tug as he lines himself up with your dripping entrance. Eyes meet, searching each other for any remaining hesitance before coming together. But you find none. In one solid thrust, Terzo seats himself fully within you.

“Cazzo!” Terzo buckles, folding over to hover just above you, supported by one arm resting beside your head. “You feel better than I remember, so tight and warm. A perfect fit, as if you were made for taking my cock.”

Your moan in response is soft and needy, a gentle breathy sound that punches the air out of Terzo’s lungs. This time it is you to gently cup Terzo’s cheeks, giving a reassuring smile as you arch up to kiss his lips, patiently waiting for him to regain his senses. A quick snap of his hips has you yelping in surprise, quickly followed by warm laughter. Terzo begins at a slow pace, dragging himself along your walls in just the right way to have your pleasure quickly building. You have a feeling neither of you will be able to last very long. There is a feeling you can’t quite place, as if it had been so long since your last time together. But that wasn’t possible.

“Oh fuck!” You can’t keep your train of thoughts together as the head of your Papa’s cock strikes that sweet spot inside you with each thrust. “Right there Terzo! Fuck me harder, I want to cum on your cock!”

Dropping to brace himself with both arms, Terzo gives a devilish grin before attacking your neck with open mouth kisses. Keening, you arch your hips as Terzo’s hips pick up force and speed, pummeling you into the mattress. Your arms snake around his torso, nails digging for purchase into the muscle of his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake.

Teeth graze your collarbone, just shy of being painful as Terzo rams into you hard enough to make the bed shake. Already you can feel your end drawing near, itching to come undone around him. Gasping moans leave you, panting out your pleasure with the rhythm of Terzo’s hips.

“Yes, let me hear you!” Terzo grunts into your ear, voice a thick growl as your legs hook around him, keeping him caged against you.

Trapped within your hold, Terzo can only give shallow but hard thrusts. Hard enough you can feel the bruises already forming on your skin. But it is everything that you need. With a thud, your head hits the pillows as you arch against Terzo, taking him as deep as you can as you claw into him. Your internal walls tighten around him, squeezing him as you fight against the tension consuming your body. Every move Terzo makes leaves you seeing stars, whimpering as you silently plea for him to spill inside you.

You are not left waiting for long, for the moment you let out a cry as your own climax overtakes you, Terzo lets out a beautiful moan as he gives one last heavy thrust before stilling while seated fully within you. His arms slide under you, scooping you up off the mattress to hold you against his chest as you ride out each other’s orgasms together, hips weakly thrusting as your muscles spasm.

When the aftershocks finally die, your breathing gradually slowing back to normal, Terzo carefully pulls out, gazing into your eyes with a look of longing. Your smile is happy and lazy as you hold Terzo’s face in your hands, thumbs tracing along his cheeks. A gentle kiss is shared before Terzo lowers you back onto the bed, dropping down to lie beside you. There you rest for a few moments before you start to rise to go clean up.

“Stay,” Terzo wraps a hand around your wrist, willing you not to leave the bed. “Please, just stay here with me. There is always the morning to clean up, but this moment is only for now.”

There is something about the look in his eyes, a look of deep longing and remorse, as if afraid to let you out of his sight for even a moment. It breaks your heart just to see. With a soft nod, you settle back into the bed, pressing as close up to him as you can.

“Of course, Terzo,” you hum as you nuzzle your nose along the bottom of his jaw. “Anything for you.”

You watch the corners of his lips turn up, but the look in his eyes doesn’t quite fully fade away. But soon it is far from your thoughts as you begin to drift, exhausted by your carnal activities. Darkness washes over you as you fall into dreamless slumber.

Some hours into the night, something pulls you from that darkness of your slumber, a noise coming from the opposite side of the bed. Gurgling. Like the sound of someone choking on their own saliva. Heavy eyes shift slowly as you turn your head towards the sound. There you find Terzo sitting upright in the bed, hands cupped before him, the light of the moon filtering through the windows forming a soft halo of light around him. You try to blink the haze from your eyes, but you can already sense the darkness creeping back in.

“Terzo?” You manage to squeeze his name out as little more than a whisper. But it catches his attention.

For a moment the gurgling stops, a stark silence filling the room as you watch Terzo’s head slowly turn towards the sound of your voice, his white eye seemingly glowing through the darkness. While it grows harder and harder to keep your eyes open, the black fog creeping in closer and closer, you will yourself to fight as long as you are able. Using what strength you can gather, your eyes strain to make out the details of Terzo’s face. What you see however, makes you wish you had stayed asleep.

Once pristine paint is cracked and smudged, streaks of pale skin clearly visible underneath. Worst of all though is the thick rivers dripping from Terzo’s delicate lips. In the dim light you can just barely catch the soft gleam of red. Your gaze travels further down until stopping on a sight that makes your breath catch in your throat, heart thudding hard against your chest. A perfect ring circles Terzo’s neck and from it flows a steady current of blood.

Terzo opens his mouth as if to speak, eyes twinkling with a mixture of emotions as he fixes you with a heartbreaking expression, but all that comes is a choked gurgle as blood bubbles up and seeps down his chin. His hands shift, moving below his face, held together as a cup. It’s then that you notice the crimson stains already along Terzo’s fingers and palms.

“Terzo,” is all but a whimper passing through your lips as you reach one hand out towards him, a hollow offering of help. But no help could ever save him now.

Just before your fingertips can brush against him, trembling under the duality of his gaze, you drop as the darkness falls over your eyes. Through the fog you can swear you feel the faint tingle of a soft caress along your cheek. At your temple, the comforting press of lips to skin is the last thing you remember before you are completely lost to the world of slumber once more.

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