#but mmh…we shall ease

[nejiretai]

i feel like with leaks night coming up i wanna write here again

[royalty-unknown]

Daddy's Shirt

Cg! Eddie Munson x little!reader Requested by: @punziesworld

Summary/Request: Thamk you sooooo much !!!!! for cg eddie, i was wondering if you could make the reader a lot likw me. i wear things like pigtails a lot, frilly socks, and baby pink clothws .I wanted to do one where at a campaign for dnd someonw points out how opposite they are so the reader anf eddie swap clothes 🥺 and he gets happy seeing her with his hellfire shirt on 

                  Just in case you can’t read it <3

I was wondering if you could make the reader a lot like me? I wear things like pigtails a lot, frilly socks, and baby pink clothes. I wanted to do one where at a campaign for dnd someone points out how opposite they are so the reader and eddie swap clothes 🥺 and he gets happy seeing her with his hellfire shirt on.

WARNINGS!!: none other than 1 bad word this is fluffier than a bunny's tail :). 

Hewo little one I am beyond happy about this request! Thank you for sending it in! 

Y/N L/N A girl who loves pink, Everyone knew her for her bright colored clothes and her cute kid like attitude. She always had pigtails (or whatever you like <3 And for my lovelies with braids you can do that too <3 ) She was always wearing something baby pink and She always had these cute f/c (favorite color) frilly socks on no matter what. And it’s funny because her boyfriend and Cg! Is Eddie Munson, a person practically known to wear black and edgy things, The exact opposite of his little. And it wasn’t hard for people to notice when everyone saw the school freak and the school sunshine together. 

Some people thought it was weird, some people thought it was really cute, And some people didn’t care. 

Only the Hellfire club knew about Y/N’s little space and Eddie made Gareth her godparent just in case he wasn’t here. So when y/n showed up for dnd early with Gareth already there Eddie nowhere to be found and everything set up, she figured that it was his turn to come in early and set everything up. 

When he turned around to see y/n with her in O/c (Outfit choice), stuffie, Paci, and her agere bookbag he smiled at her.

“Hi there little one!” he said hugging her “hewo gware bwear” (gare bear) she said hugging back “How are you today?” he asked while holding her hand so he could walk to his chair and sit down with her standing in front of him. “Gwood i’s jwst sweepy” she said, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand, “Would you like to take a nap on my lap while we wait for daddy?” he asked, making sure she was comfortable with it. “Yesh/nu thank chu'' (If you choose no you would sleep on a nearby couch that gerath would keep an eye on but if you choose yes continue reading-) “Ok little on come on” gareth said taking her bag off and putting it on the table careful not to knock anything down. 

Y/n wrapped her arms around gareth's neck and climbed into his lap (This is platonic I promise it’s nothing going on between y/n and gareth)  and her feet dangled at his sides. He was bouncing his leg and patting her bum in which he felt a diaper (If you don't wear them then underwear, it’s ok) He knew bc of the way you just wanted to be helped that you here feeling extra small. About 30-45 mins later everyone started to come in Eddie being the last considering he had to make a deal with chrissy. He walked in and smiled to see you asleep in Gareth's arms, when Gareth made eye contact with Eddie he smiled and gently started to wake you up. 

“Mmh” you whined, rubbing your face then burying it in garthes chest, “shh sh angel” he said, bouncing you as he stood up. He passed you to Eddie with ease making sure not to hurt you or make you uncomfortable, Gareth sat down and waited for the game to start. Eddie went to his throne and sat down. “Shall the game begin-” Eddie started but mike cut him off, “Ya know you and y/n are exact opposites.” Mike said while everyone was quiet and shocked that he would say something like that “Dude!?” Dustin said, elbowing his best friend in the side. 

“Ow!” mike yelled/whispered “What’s that supposed to mean wheeler?” Eddie said, standing up with you in his arms while walking closer to mike. “Hm?” he humed looking for a response from mike who regretted even having a mouth to speak.”I-I um..” he said looking everywhere but Eddie and Y/n “chu wha?!” Y/n said her paci bobbing up and down (pause) as she speaks  “Cwats gwot chu twung?” Y/n said, squinting her eyes and glaring at him. “I-I um I’m just saying that maybe you two should switch y-ya know..ha..” He said nervously, playing with his fingers. “What do you mean by switch wheeler?!” Eddie said in a tone that sent shivers down everyone’s spines except Gareth's (Bc he would have done the same thing) “I-I just mean ..switch colors..and clothes…ya know?” Mike said backing up as Eddie got too close to his face bursting his personal bubble. “Hmm..” Eddie humed almost like he was examining Mike's facial expressions. 

You were holding on to Eddie for dear life even though Eddie knew you weren’t going to fall you still felt like you were so you were sticking to him like a koala on a tree. And this made Gareth smile and chuckle. “Ok.” He stated simply and walked back to his throne sitting down and you sighed going back to sleep while sucking her paci and Eddie bouncing his leg. “Shall the game-” He got cut off again by the one and only mike wheeler and Eddie covered your ears “Wha-”  “Shut the hell up.” he cut him off “ok..” mike quickly responded. 

Time skip to 9:30 pm at Eddie’s trailer. 

“Hey love bug it's time for bed, wanna help me pick out your clothes tomorrow. Remember what mike said? ” He asked picking you up and walking to his room and to your dresser First he opened the drawer that has your diapers and underwear you choose y/c (your choice) and he moves on to the next drawer witch is socks and you continue to pickout what you want to wear until the last drawer witch was shirts and you didn’t want your so you shook your head “Nu i’s no wan I wan daddy’s swirt” he was in awe and he was beyond happy about his little one wearing his shirt. “Ok you can wear daddy’s shirt” he said smiling and after the outfit was picked out eddie picked out his and they went to bed after doing their night routine and wrapping their hair up but a scarf or a bonnet. 

Timeskip to in the morning 

They wake up and do their morning routine and when their down they look in the mirror this is 

Eddie’s outfit (You can choose which one you want him to wear) 

And this is your outfit (Sorry if you don’t like any of them I got the outfits off pintrest and they don’t really have black agere outfits so you are 100% able to make your own and you can swap the shirt out for Eddie’s )

“Ok little one lets go” He said excitedly because 1 his shirt and 2 because he wanted to see the others reactions about the change of clothes. 

Timeskip

Once they were at school he quickly got out the car and packed your diaper bag 

Got you out the car locked the doors and went in and as soon as he and his little stepped foot into the school they automatically got stared and whispers saying things like ‘That’s not Eddie’ or ‘That’s the first time I’ve seen her without pink’ and ‘it’s almost like they switched’ to which Eddie just responded with a glare that made them stop. 

As they walked to the cafeteria (bc lets just say for the story that’s just where they have to go first) y/n started whining, “Tulip what’s wrong?” Eddie asked “i’s hungy dada” she said whimpering “I know baby I know just give me a second I’ll have gareth feed you your bottle ok?” Eddie said “okie..” she responded as she continued to walk. 

Once they got to the cafeteria they opened the doors and all eyes were on them. Because considering Eddie was the town freak who only wore black and a little white this was new and different. And for y/n Jason though she had been taken by the devil or something. Eddie let out a “what?” and everyone went back to their duties, Eddie couldn’t be happier that his little one was wearing his shirts. He picked her up and walked to the hellfire table, he walked behind mike and slammed his hand on the table scaring him. “Is this enough of a switch for you wheeler?” Eddie questions him, and mike took a second to register the question and his outfit and let out a shaky “y-yeah t-thank you” Eddie smiled and turned away to give you to gareth “Aww look at what we have here, it’s a hellfire baby~” Gareth cooed as he picked you up already knowing what to do 

So he opened the diaper bag that was now on the table and he got your bottle out that Eddie made earlier this morning and put it in your mouth as you start to drink it down. “You need to wear my clothes more sweet pea” Eddie said stroking your cheek as Gareth fed you and you simply nod your head not wanting to stop drinking to talk.

<3 

Word Count:1775

Hi my lovely Tulips! Please let me know about your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner. Again thank you so much for this request hopefully it met what you were looking for if not please let me know! This request was very fun to write and I do hope to receive more from you and others and I will hope to improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope you're drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my fellow Victims~

 Your Friendly Neighborhood,

       ☢Killer Bunny☢

[missamyrisa2]

miss amy can you pls give cheer up tickles its been a rough week

Anyyyy time darlingggg ~~ my tickles are always here especially for distracting from the rough weeks~~ you can just scoot your silly self back into my lap and let me reach around and hold your hands for a momenttt ~ just mmmh snuggling and murmuring how sweeet and cute and beautiful you are~~ sighing happily with you as my fingers slooowly start to work up your palms, lightly grazing and touching around ~ uppp to your wristsss and then my nails are barely gliding up your inner arms, up to your inner elbows and back down and up again ~ gradually higher and higherrr ~ you can giggle~~ giggling is okayyy ~ ooh squeaks are toooo~ my lips right by yours, whispering tickle tickle ticklyyyy ~ the tickles are rising ~ we're easing into the gigglezone now. My fingers climb and walk up, finding your shouldersss~ gentle shoulder rubs noww~ but I'm still saying tickles tickles ticklessss~ easing the tension from your back, letting the backs of my nails slide over your back between rubbings~ I want to get you sooo relaxed and goopy~~ massaging and lightly tickling at your neck and upper arms and lifting one arm now to ever so gently caress your underarm~ my thumb lovingly rubbing at your wrist as I hold it ~ fingers tracing and and wiggling around that armpit, my voice cooing and going coochie cooo and telling you to let it all out. It's only tickles from heree~ now the other arm~ get you tingling thereee my feather starts to flutter from under your arm to the armpit and down your upper chest. My hands casually move to grasp your sides as you get wigglyyy ~ I gently pull you back to me, awwwing over your every sound. You're sooo cutely sweeet ~ I could gently tickle and tease you allll day and hear all yoour sounds mmh ~ tell me all about itttt tell me about your ticklishnessss while I lay you out and start exploring that belly belly~

Let all those giggles out, forget about everything elseee just think about me and what I'm gonna do to your body~ thumbs circling on your sides, my pursed lips getting closer and closerrrr and muuuah muah~ kissiess kissiess on each side of your navel. Thumbs gliding down to love on your hips. You can buck and bounce all you like ~ this is your happy bounce zone. Kisses on each rib. Kisses on your sides. A kiss for both hips. My fingers trace your thighs, waving up and down and up again. I love when you quiver darling. You're sooo beyond beautiful and every little reaction is so artfully amazing ~ Let's get those toes wiggling, shall we? Ohh I'll be gentle~~ don't you worry your pretty face, just relax and let the feathers do their work~ mmhm one feather between each toe~~ one hereee and ahhh one heree toooo~ get your toesss sooo dainty pretty with all these lovely feathers and thennnn I can drag my one single wiggly wriggly finger across the ends of the feathers and make them move between your toesss~ yesss feeel those tickles from down lowwww going up your legs to your bellyyyy~ get all those giggles flowing this is your giggle flow and we're pushing out allll those bad feelingssss ~ lock in the giggles, push out the badd ~ and ooh yesss liiiight strokey strokey tickles for your soles while I'm down hereee and coochie cooooo and nowww I'm gonna snuggleee oh yesss yes yesss ~ my toes can keep grazing those feathers and your soles while I kissyyyy your cheek and snuggle you and trace your belly and abdomen and waist with looong looopy tracing ticklessss~ and you can meltttt in my arms and lock in allll these lovely tickles <33

[excalibursbane]

THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

The Slimecicle smut >:)) Pairing: c!Slimecicle x Reader Type: Smut (16+ ONLY) Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lol), semi-public sex, mentions of overstimulation

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Slimecicle x Reader Oneshot: Mall Trip With Charlie

Going to the mall with Charlie was always an adventure. The way his eyes sparkled every time you spoke or dragged him into a store or he saw something shiny. Everything was going smoothly—you both had bags of clothing and other items and were grinning like mad, heading out from the food court and back into the main mall—until you decided to slink a little closer, sliding an arm around his waist, your fingers dancing over his ribs. His reaction was not something you were expecting; he let out a small sensual moan, shivering at the unexpected touch. You turned to him, eyes wide.

"You okay, Charlie?" He flushed deep green, looking away in embarrassment.

"Yeah I- I'm fine, just scared me a little is all!" He tried to laugh it off, turning more green in the process. But the small moan had sparked something in you, sadistic thoughts that you couldn't push down. You shrugged to play along with him but kept your hand on his hip, slightly lower than the sensitive spot, just barely below. But as soon as you two walked into the arcade, your hand danced up below the hem of his shirt, drifting against his cool skin. He shuddered again and bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.

"Y-Y/N- Wh-what are you doing?" He turned to you, confused and trying to sort out the thoughts racing through his head and the heated knot growing in the pit of his stomach.

"Oh nothing, honey~ Just messing around is all." You took his hand in yours and brought it up to kiss the back of it, then gently started to pull him towards the back of the arcade where the storage rooms were.

"Where are we going? I thought we were gonna play Galaga-" Charlie stuttered but followed you like a puppy. You merely turned around and smirked, pushing the door to the storage room open and peeking inside. The coast was clear, thank god. Grabbing both of Charlie's hands, you pushed the door all the way open and pulled him in, pressing your body against his and letting your lips lock. He whimpered into the kiss, his hands drifting down to your waist, uncertain of where to go.

"Y-Y/N??" He moaned quietly as your fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt. "What are- mmh~" You looked up at him, cocking your head slightly in a silent question. "G-go ahead…" He whispered, nodding slightly. A sinister grin spread across your face as you carefully pulled Charlie's shirt off, exposing his slick chest to the warm air. You let out a soft huff, admiring his body.

Despite being a slime, he maintained a somewhat human appearance and had somehow figured out how muscles worked. And so he had added them. Your eyes took in his slight abs and defined pecs and… Whoo. Charlie swallowed and shifted under your gaze, tugging absently at the waistband of his shorts.

"Charlie I- Damn you look good." You stepped closer, pressing his upper back against the wall and leaning against him for another kiss, then moving down his neck and to his chest, listening to his pretty whimpers. One of your hands drifted down to his waistband, tugging it down his hip as he kissed back, biting your bottom lip ever so slightly.

"Can I take care of you, baby? I know this'll make you feel so good~" You whispered in his ear, making him shiver.

“Y-Yes please, this feels so good so far y/n...” You grinned and moved your hand carefully against the growing bulge in his shorts, palming him as he wrapped a hand around your arm, whimpering at the feeling and bucking his hips up slightly into your touch. "O-oh fuck-"

Suddenly, you brought both hands to Charlie's hips, undoing the buttons on his shorts with ease and pulling them down along with his boxers. Your eyes went wide at the sight as he tried to cover himself, but you gently grabbed his hand.

"Let me take care of you, okay? You'll love this, babe." He swallowed hard and nodded, bracing himself for… something. He didn't know what was coming but all the sensations that you'd given him so far had caused the pit in his stomach to turn white-hot. When your hand wrapped around his cock and started to move, slowly yet confidently, the heat in his stomach began to spread to his head, taking over his thoughts and replacing them with ones unfamiliar to him, filled with dark spaces, heated kisses, skin pressed to slimy skin… He wanted you, and badly. Without realizing it, Charlie started to thrust into your hand, keening at the feeling.

"Y/N th-this feels weird-" He started before an unexpected moan cut him off, causing him to clap a hand over his mouth. You smirked, he was right where you wanted him. Carefully, you pushed him into a nearby chair so he could give his legs a rest without falling over. You stepped back and winked at him once he caught your eye, starting to pull your shirt off.

His jaw dropped watching you undress in front of him, his racing thoughts focusing on your body now, your perfect form that he knew would be so close to him in a few moments. You grinned at him and pulled down your shorts, letting them drop to the floor with your shirt.

"You enjoying the show, Charlie~?" You asked, pulling at the waistband of your underwear. He nodded frantically, a hand moving down to his cock to stroke it subconsciously. With a triumphant smile, you pulled them down in one motion and stepped forward, sitting on his lap and straddling him. Charlie let out a strangled squeak as you started to roll your hips into him, gently moving his hand out of the way as you pressed against his member.

“Wh- what- I- Y-y/n-” A string of near-incomprehensible words made its way out of his mouth as you reached down to stroke his cock, his mouth lolling open and his eyes filled with confusion and bliss as you press his tip against your entrance, your other hand stroking his cheek gently. In a single fluid motion, you lowered yourself onto his cock and pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle the loud gasping moan that he let out, starting to ride him slowly as he shook beneath you. You bit your lip with a soft groan, rocking your hips as you look down into your boyfriend’s teary eyes, smiling softly as his hands shakily rest on your hips.

“You doing alright, babe~?” You kissed him on the forehead as he whined at a particularly hard roll of your hips. He nodded in response, babbling quietly for a moment before going almost silent, letting you use him and hold him as you rode his cock. Looking over his face, you could tell that the confusion had faded into mindlessness, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. With a smirk, you bent down to press your lips to his, the sudden contact causing his hips to buck up into you, leaving you moaning into the kiss. Charlie’s eyes widened and he experimentally pushed up into you again, shuddering at the stimulation as the heat in his stomach grew and expanded and burned through his core.

As Charlie’s cock pressed farther inside you, your thoughts began to blur, the texture of his skin and the feel of him inside you and his cool hands drifting over your ribs and waist was intoxicating, your thoughts turned away from the fact that you two weren’t supposed to be doing this and solely to making him feel good. You started to bounce faster on his cock, eliciting a moan from him and a low growl from you as you gripped his shoulders, feeling yourself get closer to release.

"Y-Y/N I- I'm gonna- I feel w-weird- mmh~!" Charlie moaned suddenly, his fingers digging into your hips to pull you down onto his shaft without fully understanding why. Your back arched into him with a gasp as he pulled you down so your hips were flush with his, suddenly feeling his lips against your neck and his seed inside of you.

It was enough to send you over the edge. The heat in your stomach contracted to a white-hot marble and exploded outward throughout your entire body, your fingers tightening into Charlie's shoulders and your muscles tensing around him as you let out a long, deep moan of satisfaction. Charlie's arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in your neck, sobbing silently from overstimulation. "Y-Y/N-" He panted, holding you close and keeping you seated on his cock. "Th-that felt really good…"

You smiled and rubbed his back gently, kissing his cheek and wiping away the tears. "And you did so well, baby, I'm so proud of you. You look so beautiful, Charlie." You felt him smile into your neck as he hugged you a little tighter. "You do too! You always do, y/n!" You chuckled, kissing him again and then pulling back a little to look at him.

"Thank you baby, now let's get out of here, shall we? I'll get you some ice cream." Charlie grinned, his innocent and bubbly demeanor already returning.

"Okay!"

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.10 Mukami Azusa [TRACK 5 + EPILOGUE]

Original title:

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 10 Mukami Azusa

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Kishio Daisuke

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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TRACK 5: THIS MOMENT WILL BE FOREVER

Azusa walks up to you while you are outside.

[00:10] “Eve…The wind is cold…Wouldn’t it be better to head back inside?”

You ask to stay just a little longer.

“Does it feel…nice? I’m glad…Shall we take a walk around…and watch the roses together for a bit then?”

The two of you start walking. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

[01:17] “...Phew. I’m glad. This grafting attempt…looks promising. Finally, huh?”

You nod.

“...Oh. Eve…? Your complexion…doesn’t look so good…Just leave this to me and go take a seat on the bench, okay?”

You agree.

[01:58] “It’ll only take a second, okay?”

You sit down on the bench.

*Rustle*

“Nn…Oh?”

*Rustle*

“This grafted vine…has buds! Ah…Here, take a look! …Oh. Eve…?”

Azusa walks up to you.

“You closed your eyes…? Are you asleep…? …You shouldn’t sleep here. …Wake up.”

*Rustle*

You give no response.

[02:52] “She’s not…waking up… …!! Don’t tell me…! Hey…!!”

*Rustle*

“Wake up!”

*Rustle rustle*

“Open…your eyes!! Ah…”

*Thud*

[03:12] “Open your eyes…Please…The rose vines…finally split buds…Let’s be there together…to witness the flowers open up…Hey…?”

*Rustle*

“I’ll hold you…in my arms so please…Wake up…Uu…Can you…see me? Uu…”

*TIMESKIP*

You slowly open your eyes. 

*Rustle*

[04:20] “Ah…Thank god. You woke up, huh…? I was worried…because you were asleep for a whole three days…Ruki managed to somehow…save your life at least…”

You whimper something.

“What…? I can’t hear…you. Hold up…I’ll bring…my ear closer.”

Azusa moves closer.

“A request…? What would…that be?”

You tell him your request.

[05:37] “...I promise. I’ll never…inflict harm upon myself again…Even if you were…to disappear from this world…I won’t follow you into death…Mmh. I vow I won’t. So please, rest assured? Take…a deep breath…”

*Rustle*

*Smooch*

[06:32] “This is…the kiss that seals our promise. If it is your wish for me to live, then I will…no matter how painful or hard it may be…I promise that, on this kiss.”

You notice a potted plant by your bedside. 

“Ah…You noticed the potted plant? While you were…asleep…The grafting succeeded…and its flowers bloomed…They’re cute, don’t you think…? I wanted to be able to watch them together…so I carefully looked after them. I’m glad…that my wish was granted. I’m sure that…the flowers are happy too.”

You nod. 

[08:09] “If you were to become a flower…I promise I will continue to treasure you, just as much as I do right now…I’ll tell you how pretty you are every day, and give you water. And every time the petals move…I’ll think of it as you smiling…”

You smile.

“Do you feel relieved now…? I guess…I can still put your mind at ease. I’ll continue to protect our rose garden. You’ll be smiling over there, won’t you?”

*Rustle*

[09:25] “I’ll be gentle…So please let me embrace you. Eve…I love you. Your everything…is so very precious to me.”

*Rustle*

“Hah…”

*TIMESKIP*

The wind blows outside.

*Tweet tweet*

*Rustle rustle*

[10:30] “...Good morning, Eve. Morning has come once again. The wind…is blowing. The sun shines warmly as well…It’s a pleasant morning. It allows me to feel you. So…Do you understand? The two of us…are always together.”

TRACK 6: EPILOGUE

*Tweet tweet*

[00:23] “I’ll hand you the vine from over here, so take it from me, okay? We have to wrap the roses…around this arch.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Exactly…You’re doing a great job. I can’t wait…till they bloom. An arched gate decorated with roses…is quite lovely, don’t you think?”

*Thud* 

“Ah…My bad. My hand bumped into yours…Oh?”

*Rustle rustle*

[01:12] “Your fingers…feel cold. Can I…squeeze your hands tight?”

You nod.

*Rustle*

“Hey…Come closer…”

*Rustle*

“Let’s scatter some ashes to fertilize the soil…and call it a day, okay?”

*TIMESKIP*

*Tweet tweet*

*Rustle*

[02:09] “Hah…”

*Rustle*

“Well then…We’re all done over here.”

You note that he has improved a lot in the garden. 

“Mmh…I didn’t know that ashes could be used…as fertilizer for roses…before Yuma told me about it. …Hm? What’s wrong? You look so serious…?”

You explain.

“Please don’t say ‘when I die’...I don’t even want to imagine…having to scatter your ashes…”

You apologize.

[03:11] “Exactly. Let’s just call it a joke. …I don’t want to talk about that.”

*Twinkle*

“...Oh.”

*Rustle*

“Yeah…A butterfly…”

You seem surprised as the butterfly lands on the tip of your nose. 

[03:37] “Oh…? Fufu…~ What a surprise…It landed…on the tip of your nose. Ah…It flew off again…It kind of feels…like it stole one of your kisses…I’m a little jealous…”

You walk up to him.

“Oh…Ah…E-Eve…? Your face…is close.”

You ask for a kiss as well. 

[04:26] “Ah…You want me to copy the butterfly…? …Of course. …Even if you hadn’t asked me…I was going to do it either way. …Don’t move, okay? …Now close your eyes. Mmh…”

*Smooch*

[05:02] “Fufu…Now shall we kiss properly next? Eve…My precious flower. Mmh…”

*Smooch*

“Nn…Mmh…”

*Smooch*

“Hah…Kisses like these…just make you melt, don’t you think?” 

ーー THE END ーー

[seriesxwriting]

Everything happens for a reason.

Rafe Cameron x you.

Outer banks <3

Warnings - swearing, kissing, mentions of fighting, mentions of drugs and drinking.

Your best friends with Rafe Cameron but yep, you fell for your best friend. Thinking he wasn’t interested you turn your head another way but that doesn’t settle well with a certain someone. Huh Maybe he is interested after all. ;)

My requests are now open x

—♡︎—

I didn’t even want to go to the party. Not much. I was perfectly happy sitting at home watching it from peoples Instagram storys or over snap but Rafe forced me to come. We’d been best friends for ages now, almost ten years and I couldn’t say no to the boy. The party was loud and crazy it wasn’t usually my thing unless I’d been forced. Like tonight. Though they say everything happens for a reason, I guess I’d find out what the reason was… I’d have to actually survive the night first.

“Y/n?” Rafe laughed a bit louder fully turning my way. “you zoned out sweetie, you alright?” He was clearly drunk and when he was Rafe tended to be all over me. I never went with it because well we were friends and I didn’t want the pain of hearing him regret it in the morning.

“Yeah! no I’m good”

“Are you double suree” his hands went down my sides.

“Yes Cameron I’m good, now go find one of your hoes” I giggled holding his hands in mine. “I only want you” he whispered in my face.

“Mmh” I shook my head laughing at the man in his state knowing I’d be looking after him tomorrow morning with his bad hangover and constant questions. Kelce and topper came over to us clearly pissed as well ,though kelce not as much topper could barely walk. “Having a good time y/n?” Top spluttered slapping me gently on the back.

“Oh yeah, better now your here though topper” I joked with a roll of my eyes “ohh fiery tonight huh?” Topper winked at me diving back in to what ever was in that red cup of his. Rafe fiddled with my fingers not letting me get far from him while him and kelce were having there own conversation.

“Do you wanna go y/n?” Rafe noticed I was getting bored.

“oh actually I think Jamie wanted to talk to you y/n, said something about you looking hot tonight” kelce told me with a flirty eyebrow movement.

Rafe stopped playing with my fingers but actually held my hand.

“Don’t look at me like that I don’t even know him” I shook my head pulling a cringe face. I felt Rafe ease after I said that, for some reason he’d lost the venerable drunk look, twisting his neck in search for Jamie I think. “So what! That’s what party’s are for love, go and get to know him” kelce shrugged his shoulders and then pulled a weird look at Rafe “bro what the hell are you doing” he asked squinting an eye.

“Fine, where is he” I sighed but Rafe pulled my hand and my body back towards him while I tried to walk away “Don’t go and talk to Jamie” he looked down at me sadly “it’s just a few minutes Rafe you won’t miss me to much” I smiled wanting to laugh at him. “Please don’t” he pulled me in to his chest unexpectedly, my head laid against his chest and I felt his heart beating extremely fast. It just made me more confused.

“Bro she’s a woman let her do what she gotta do” topper pushed Rafe laughing thinking Rafe was just being a drunk, clingy, idiot and to be honest so did I.

He stumbled losing his grip “you will live” I nodded to him with a twinkle of a smile, to be honest I didn’t even want to speak to Jamie that much but kelce made it sound like I had to test the waters. Maybe he’d be alright and this was the reason I came to the party.

“Hey gorgeous” Jamie parted from the group he was standing in when he saw me striding over.

“Hey” I giggled rolling my eyes.

“Shall we get a drink?” He asked nodding his head towards the table full of beer. I noticed Rafe was watching the two of us when my eyes traveled to the keg, he looked scared I couldn’t put my finger on why he was being to weird. “Yeah sure” I gave up a simple shrug and smile. Jamie made some lame joke as we walked over that I had to pretend was funny.

He seemed nice enough but my mind was occupied.

“So whats with you and Rafe? I don’t wanna step on toes- but I will” he flirted moving closer to me. “Um, yeah we’re -just friends why?” “Well he’s all over you” Jamie frowned with a laugh “no he’s- just drunk” I shook my head not letting my self believe it.

“Mmh, just wondering any way” “alright” I laughed shrugging my shoulders “your laugh is beautiful I love hearing it you know”.

I grinned at the flattery not knowing how to take a compliment. “Your quite smooth huh” “your quite pretty huh” he got closer to my face with a smirk on his lips. We spoke for a few more minutes he was genuinely a nice guy I couldn’t really fault him, but Rafe was in the back of my head still.

I figured this might be the only way to get over Him seems he wasn’t interested in me like I was in him.

I could also feel Rafe staring at me the whole time his eyes were burning in my back. “It’s um- it’s getting late I should probably be leaving Now” I looked at the watch on my wrist ,almost one. “Can I drive you home?” “No I brought my own car but thank you” I smiled nodding and stepping backwards to leave.

“Will you take my number then?” He miraculously found a sharpie on the table and wrote it across one of the red cups passing it to me with a little grin.

“thank you”

I left walking back over to topper, Kelce and Rafe

“Huh look who it is, you should listen to me more often” “why would I do that?” I asked kelce rolling my eyes. “Because It panned out, no?”

“We will see”, Rafe had been quiet since I got back which wasn’t like him. I looked over offering him a smile and he tried to give one back but something was up “I’m going home now anyway will I see…”“Topper do you wanna do some lines?” Rafe cut in turning to his mate like I wasn’t there.

“Rafe, you promised”

“I changed my mind” he shrugged giving me a flick of eye contact. Topper followed him over to the corner where the coke probably was, my eyes filled sadly and kelce noticed “I’ll keep an eye on him y/n” he rubbed my back. Thanking him with my smile I hurriedly left the house to go to my car trying not to cry.

—♡︎—

The drive to my house wasn’t that far and when I got in I straight away got dressed to go to sleep, that was the only way he was gonna get out of my head. I was about to turn my light off when I heard a knock.

It wasn’t from my door.

I swung around seeing Rafe standing on the ledge out side my window. Sopping wet and I’m pretty sure his face was cut. “What the hell are you doing”

“Building up the confidents to confess”

I slid open the window and he climbed through looking me up and down with a smile while standing in my room.

“It’s almost Teo Rafe, Why are you wet? No wait why are you cut- are you high?”

“One question at a time babe”

“Your clearly still drunk then” I scoffed rolling my eyes folding my arms realising I was just in shorts and a bra which is what I usually slept in.

“I’m not that drunk I pretty much sobered up before I came here so you’d take me seriously” he watched me pick up a top from the top of my draw and throw it on.

“Answer my questions” I blinked keeping my distance because he’d upset me at the party. “No I’m not high I didn’t do it…”

“Why” “because I made a promise to you I was done with that shit” he told me staring in to my eyes under the dimmed lights of my room. “But you said…”

“…I fucked up yeah I know gorgeous” he cut in with sad eyes.

“Rafe your drunk” “no I’m not y/n!” He said quite seriously. “You only talk to me like this when your drunk” “because I only have the balls to do it when I’m drunk”. We stood there in the silence for a second or two.

“Why you cut up Rafe?” I asked picking up a towel and walking over to him, putting it over his hair and drying it with a grin.

“Because I almost killed that dick Jamie” he told me while my hands dropped back in to my folded position. “R…” “I dont need a lecture babe, he pissed me off I punched him and then he fell in the pool.., and then I jumped In and hit him -a few more times”

“Why!”

“Same reason I’m throwing this away” he picked up the cup with his number on it and lobbed it out the window.

I looked at him with one eye brow up throwing my arms to my hips.

“Was that necessary”

“Yes! Because Jamie is an idiot because I don’t trust him Because I’m fucking in love with you because your not dating that loser when you can do so much better! I mean Hows he gonna protect you if he can’t even beat me in a fight”

I don’t think he noticed straight away he’d done the confessing part, Rafe Cameron liked me back. Rafe fucking Cameron liked me fucking back. My heart skipped a beat with excitement and I had this nervous feeling in my stomach.

And I did everything in my power not to smile till his rant was over. 

“Your fucking gorgeous and amazing! and he’s a weirdo with weirdo friends and weirdo hair…”

“…Rafe! Guess what” I cut in giving up.

He stopped ranting cluelessly looking at me. It was well cute. “What?”

“I’m fucking in love with you too”

“You what? Did I say that” he furred his brow in confusion looking at the floor.

“Shut up Cameron”

I took no time in reaching out for his face and pulling his perfectly sculpted face down to lock our lips together. Rafe didn’t hold back and pulled me in to his body by my waist, he tasted of alcohol and I’m sure I still tasted of my toothpaste. There was no more space between us but still I wanted to be closer I was so fucking in love with This man. So this was the reason I went to the party.

Everything does happen for a reason.

“Rafe” I whispered going red in the cheeks when we pulled back. “Baby” he winced his eyes watering. “Wait what’s wrong” I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.

“I’m sorry I hurt you y/n, I’m a mess how are you in love with- me”

“Because your good at heart Rafe, I’ve seen sides of you that no one else has and I fell in love with them.. it’s okay because I’m in love with your flaws too”

He let a tear escape “fucking hell y/n” he giggled but then he looked up at me changing to a serious face “so Jamie..?”

“I didn’t bloody want Jamie, Rafe! I wanted you- you beat him the fuck up for absolutely nothing”

Rafe smirked not feeling guilty at all.

“Rafe” I rolled my eyes trying not to smile at his deranged ways.

“Can’t help it baby girl I did it for love, now will you kiss me again?”

—♡︎—

[twstoric]

do your bidding

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: Hello ! Can I request octatrio with a male dom! S/o who is into edging/orgasm denial please ? 👀 Thanks if you do it~

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: azul ashengrotto x m!reader, jade leech x m!reader, floyd leech x m!reader

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: why give in so easily when everything is with process?

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): orgasm denial, bondage, (slight) manipulation, dom!reader

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1.5k (total)

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: this was lot harder to write than i thought but i hope you’ll still enjoy it! 

Azul Ashengrotto

There’s always something so raw and primal in the way Azul behaves during sexーas if his mind detaches from reality, all common sense obliterated and replaced with you. All thoughts and senses drowning in your very existence. He’s a person who gives orders so easily to others; spouting words of command on a day to day basis but with you, he’s like the perfect lap dog, following your every demand with a drunk expression on his face; high on your love.

“M- master,” he breaths, smiling sweetly at you with cum dripping down his chin. His eyes blur every and all surroundings, focusing only on you. Azul breathes heavily, nuzzling his face against your cock and kitten licking your balls. He’s on all fours, elbows placed on soft cushions as his legs hold him up; hips raised high.

Despite the attention he’s giving your cockーworshipping you thoroughly, your face remains carefully neutral, making the glasses-clad male whine pitifully. His ass raises higher as if it’ll please you, shaking his hips like an obedient dog. 

You hold his cheek lightly, caressing his face with your thumb and guiding him closer to your cock and Azul descends on your hot member eagerly. He moans loudly, head bobbing in frantic motions as you reach out over his back.

His mind races with excitement, choking himself on your dick as your fingers clasp around the dildo buzzing in his ass and it takes all his strength to not collapse when you thrust the toy in. He splutters, throat tightening around the large girth in his mouth as you fuck his ass in a steady ryhthm. 

“So good for me,” you murmur, ending your words with a thrust, shoving the dildo in deeper and Azul keens when he feels you crank up the vibrations. 

His thigh shakes violently, detaching himself from your cock with a wet pop and panting against your thigh. “Eek..! Master- guhーfelsh ghud!” He babbles incoherently, clutching on your thighs like a lifeline. Even in this position, you still manage to hit his prostate and Azul sees stars with every drag of the large dildo against his walls. 

The building pressure in his stomach tightens with every thrust of the dildo. Drool drips down his face, tongue lolling out and eyes struggling to stay opened. He’s so close already-!

A small grunt leaves the dorm head’s lips and when it dawns on him what’s happening he wails, scratching at your thighs helplessly as tears spring up to his face. He’s so close—so fucking close and you.. you..! 

Before Azul can think of cursing you, you’re grabbing his chin, pulling him up roughly and smashing your lips to his. Your lips bruise against his, tongue shoved deep into Azul’s throat and he melts against you, pushing against you firmly to distract himself from his lost orgasm. 

You’re suddenly flipping him over; Azul sprawled on the bed as you settle between his legs. “That must’ve been painful,” you sympathize, as if you weren’t the cause of his pain. The dildo still buzzes in his ass lightly, pushed deeper by your fingers and Azul arches prettily. 

Your finger slips in with the vibrator and Azul gasps, ass pushing against you and the chuckle you let out sounds both pretty and dreadful for the dorm head. You lean in closer to him, eyes narrowing in a teasing manner and Azul feels the vibration in his ass grow stronger. 

“Let’s see if you can do that.. three more times~”

Jade Leech

“How do I feel?” 

A soft nudge is what you receive in return and you circle your hips at a slow pace, feeling the way Jade’s cock stirs inside you; rubbing just right against your walls. As expected of a man his size—his cock stuffs you full. 

“Do you think you can take anymore?” You question sweetly, legs placed on the floor to lift yourself up. Your cock bounces against your stomach when you start bouncing up and down on the cock inside you; loud moans spilling from your mouth unrestrained. 

Unlike you, Jade is held helplessly under you. Hands tied together and mouth gagged with his tie. The material soaked through with the droll spilling down his lips and face flushing heavily with each loud slap of your ass against his pelvis. He feels so out of control—helpless under your mercy and despite the way your insides feels so fucking delicious wrapped around him, he knows you’re not feeling particularly forgiving tonight. 

“Mmh..! You feel so good, Jade!” You’re loud moaning bounces off the walls, unashamed of your volume but it’s so clear that you’re mocking the way he’s unable to voice himself. You lean down to his neck, circling your hips again as your mouth descends on his pulse point. 

Jade’s chest falls and rises heavily, fingers going numb from being restrained too long and his vision is starting to fade with each teasing of yours. He can feel the tight knot in his stomach—if his expression is careful then maybe..!

The loud groan he lets out makes you laugh, sucking another mark on his neck as Jade bites his gag harder from frustration. You see the material tear slightly from his sharp teeth but you cross your arms over his face, propping your chin there as you peer down at Jade’s face. 

The subtle way his eye twitches makes you clench, Jade bucking into you in response but you narrow your eyes in warning. “That’s two..” you murmur, whistling lowly as you rut your cock against his stomach. “As expected, you can endure a lot, huh..” You’re mumbling to yourself as if collecting data for an experiment. 

Lifting yourself up again, you wrap your hands around your cock and Jade watches in interest as you stroke your cock absentmindedly. He gazes at your distracted expression, eyes blinking slowly to observe. When you roll your hips again, the flame in Jade’s stomach starts building again. 

You smile, lifting yourself up and shuddering when easing yourself down again. “Let’s continue, shall we?”

Floyd Leech

Floyd’s eyes are dark as he looks at you. Filled with ominous thoughts as you stroke him firmly. He feels so annoyed that he doesn’t bother to pay attention to your soft touches. “Take it off.” 

You hum, kissing his face and not minding the risk of the larger male biting your face off. “What do you mean?” Your voice sounds so innocently confused—as if you’re absolutely lost from his inquiry and Floyd lunges at you. 

He hisses loudly, expression turning into that of an upset child when the chain holding him rattles loudly in response to his actions. The teal-headed male huffs, attempting to kick you next but you grab his jaw in warning. “Play nice, Floyd,” you warn, clicking your tongue and narrowing your eyes at him as if he was the one at fault. 

Suddenly, Floyd’s expression turns tearful. Tears springing up to his face as he wails. “That’s not fair! You’re the one being mean!” He glares at you again, the look less threatening and more pitiful with all the mixed emotions on his face. His tone turns dark, glaring at you openly, “Take it off.”

His cock flushes an angry colour. Painfully hard and balls heavy with cum trapped by the cock ring you’ve placed on him. He’s had four orgasms ripped away from him now and his mind further spirals out of control with every gentle stroke you provide to his aching cock. 

Your expression turns thoughtful, tilting your head to the side slightly before smiling at him. “Of course, baby. I’m sorry,” you apologise with no meaning, relieving Floyd of his sufferings and he sighs, instantly melting back against the wall. 

You make a move to touch his dick again but Floyd whines weakly, lips pouting. “Too sensitive right now..” he frowns, breathing a little ragged. Despite his protests, his cock still looks so painfully hard. 

You nod your head in understanding, cupping his face and leaning closer to him. “Of course, of course, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, Floyd..” Your lips press against his sweetly, awfully affectionate and slotted against his perfectly. 

Floyd chases after your lips, unable to rush things as he normally would when his head feels too hazy. The teal-headed male moans softly, sucking on your tongue in his mouth as you start rutting against his leg, your cock sometimes bumping against his and Floyd whines in protest. 

You swallow every sound he makes, ignoring his complaints as you lightly wrap a hand around his member, putting light pressure, and your other hand makes work on easing his balls; feeling how heavy they are. You’re still kissing him, a distraction, as you start to play with the large girth in your hands and mentally smirking when Floyd starts to rut into your touch. 

Suddenly you’re pulling away, Floyd’s eyes widen in alarm at the distance you’ve put between yourselves and his breath quivers as you give him a smile. “Ah, I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away there! Silly me~ You’re still sensitive aren’t you, Floyd? I’ll give you some time then.” 

His eyes are frantic, following after you uselessly. “N- no.. please,” he sounds so pitiful, the usual rough demeanor replaced with this helpless shell. “I want you.. please help.” He’s begging, too.. it makes your spine shudder.

The sweet smile is still on your face, the dark look in your eyes going past the other male when you reach out to him again, rutting your cocks together. “Aren’t you a good boy~”

[lu-undy]

A Sniper/Medic Short

I took part in a Secret Santa and my giftee wanted a Sniper/Medic short with cuddles in front of a fire or exchanging gifts. I did both :) Here it is!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28489524

"Gosh, it's freezing." 

Sniper woke up in his van on that cold morning of late December. He rubbed his eyes and pressed a switch to turn on the heating in his campervan. Engineer had been kind enough to fix him a button next to his bed that connected with the electric radiator. So the Aussie stayed in bed for an extra half an hour to wait for the van to warm up to an acceptable level. He could afford the wait as that day was off for both teams. 

In fact, the mercenaries enjoyed two weeks off at the end of the year's holidays.

Sniper looked at the time and took a deep breath. 

"Right, should probably get up now." 

And he followed his morning routine. He put some clothes on with warm socks and a season coat. It was thick and lined with synthetic yet warm fur around the hood. He put on a scarf and gloves. When the Aussie finished slipping in his boots, he opened the van's back door and the ice cold air bit his very skin. 

Everything was covered in a thick layer of white snow and as he jumped down to the ground, he landed in a muffled thud and sunk to the middle of his legs in snow. He hissed and winced. The kangaroo wasn't much of a fan of the feeling of cold wetness on his legs in the morning, or at any other time of the day either.

He locked up his van's backdoor and walked back to the base's main building. He entered and shut the door before feeling the drastic change of temperature. 

"Crikey, it's hot in here…" 

Sniper pulled back his hood, removed his coat and unrolled the scarf around his face. He placed all his clothing items on the coathanger there and proceeded to the kitchen for breakfast, where he found most of his colleagues, as usual. 

"Mornin' Sniper." Engie waved. 

"G'day." 

The rest of the team present in the kitchen nodded to the Aussie who went straight to get a warm mug of coffee. As he reached the coffee pot, he stuck his frozen hands on it and let it sizzle his skin nicely. 

"Here, your coffee." 

The white mug marked '#1 Sniper' slid on the counter to him and when he raised his head, he saw a lab coat float away, back to the table. He smiled. 

He took the mug and resumed his usual seat around the table to partake in the usual morning debates. Well, partake was a big word, maybe just listen in and nod from time to time. He liked his colleagues' banter. It had taken some time for his head to stop hurting at it, but now he was fully used to it and he even appreciated it. He listened to it like the radio and watched it like TV. He would sometimes add his grain of salt to the conversation but he much preferred to listen and watch. 

"Hey, fancypants! Not wearin' a suit today? What is it, Christmas?" 

Spy entered wearing a knitted jumper that went up his neck, to the color of the team and a dark, matching pair of trousers.

"Very observant." He answered and went to the coffee pot to help himself. 

"Funny, eh, my Ma' knitted me the same kind of sweater!"

"Funny indeed." The Frenchman answered and the rest of the team sighed gently. 

"Any plans for today, guys?" The Bostonian asked.

"Today is a great day. You will all respect and celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ!" Soldier exclaimed. "And if I catch one of you numbnuts not partaking in the festivities, it will be extra physical training and scrubbing duties!" He raised an authoritative index finger. 

"Calm down, laddie, what about a snowball fight? The snow's nice and fresh." Demoman suggested. 

"Yes, Sir!" 

"Right! Can me and Pyro join you guys?" Scout asked. 

"Of course, lads! The more, the merrier!"

"Heavy, you wanna join us?" Scout turned to his impressively built colleague. 

"Nyet."

"Come on, Stalingrad! Let me give you a Second Cold War!"

"Aye, c'mon, Heavy, what are you gonna do inside, eh? It's Christmas and there's snow!"

Heavy rolled his eyes and smiled behind his crossed arms. 

"Fine." He yielded and the mercenaries rejoiced. 

"What about the support club?" Scout turned to Medic, Spy and Sniper. 

The Frenchman was reading a newspaper while Medic and Sniper looked briefly at each other. 

"Spy, d'you wanna-"

"Non."

"C'mon, Spy-"

"Non."

"But-?"

"Non." 

"Why?" 

The old French man sighed. 

"I am busy."

"What will you be doin'?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

"C'mon, what could be better than a snow fight? Join us!"

Spy sighed from his side of the newspaper. 

"A phone call with your mother would be incomparably better than a snowball fight."

The mercenaries tensed around the table and their eyes all shifted to Scout. 

"Yeah, well, you're not gonna get it anyway so c'mon!" 

They facepalmed and rolled their eyes. Scout was remarkably oblivious. 

Little by little, the mercenaries left the table. Sniper's eyes rose from his final bit of toast when the flapping of the white lab coat caught his attention. Medic was leaving the table. The Aussie finished his breakfast but stayed a bit longer in the kitchen. He helped for the dishes, as he owed it to Engie.

"Wanna help me prepare lunch, Sniper?" 

"Sure." 

"If you'd rather go with the others in the snow, that's fine by me, eh." 

"Nah, it's fine. I'll give you a hand."

At the other end of the building, Medic was filling some paperwork that he had been putting off for too long.

There was a knock at the door. 

"Ja?" 

"Uh, it's me, Doc'."

There was the noise of a chair moving and footsteps before the door opened. 

"Hey there."

"Hallo, Sniper."

"Mind if I join?" 

"Please." 

Medic shut the door after his guest. 

"What brings you here?" 

"Van's freezing." 

"Ah, so you're just here for the radiator?"

Sniper chuckled. 

"Yeah, nah…"

"I was about to stop and take a break. Shall we go to my living room? I will make some coffee."

"Sure." 

Both mercenaries went through a corridor and Medic opened the door in the end. Medic, like Spy, had his own suite, which consisted of a living-room, a kitchen, bathroom and his bedroom. They were all a few doors away from his workplace.

"After you."

"Thanks, mate." 

"Make yourself at home, I will set the coffee."

"Right." 

Sniper entered and removed his old boots right at the door. The floor was carpeted and he didn't want to give his friend some extra work cleaning it. He slipped his coat off and hung it on the coat-hanger before proceeding to the sofa. He sat down and made himself comfortable as he heard his German friend busy in the kitchen. 

"Hm." 

Sniper soon got off the couch and went to the kitchen door. He gave it a few short knocks. 

"Need some help with anythin'?" 

Medic turned to him, who was peeking from the door. Sniper's eyes fell on the tray that the medical expert was preparing. 

"No, I should be fine, danke, Sniper."

"You sure?"

"Ja, go get yourself warmed up in front of the fire. I will be just an extra minute." 

"Alright, gimme a shout if you need me, ok?"

Medic smiled.

"Will do." 

The Aussie turned and went back to the sofa. In front of it was a coffee table and a fireplace against the wall. It was lit up and Sniper could feel its heat diffuse to the sofa, slowly. 

"Here, coffee and some cookies." 

Medic brought the tray and sat down next to Sniper. 

"Cookies?" 

"Ja, Pyro baked them for me the other day after I fixed his arm."

Sniper stared at the star and heart-shaped cookies with multicolored sprinkles. 

"Guessed as much."

"Did you?" Medic asked, handing Sniper his mug. 

"You don't come across as the heart shaped cookie bakin' type…" Sniper leaned his arm on the back of the sofa.

"Very perceptive you are." Medic leaned his head on the Aussie's shoulder and they chuckled. 

"Should take a break like the others, y'know, ease out on the work."

"Experiments don't carry themselves out unfortunately." 

"Guess so. But what if I ask you to take a break?"

"Why?"

Sniper put his now empty mug away and looked down at Medic. He held his chin between his index and thumb. 

"Cause I wanna spend time with you, darl'." He tilted the German's face upwards and stared into his eyes, through the thin pair of glasses. Sniper smiled. "Please." 

Medic's eyebrows rose up and he grinned back. He removed his gloves and threw them away on the sofa before wrapping an arm around Sniper. 

"Hard for me to refuse when you plead me with such beautiful eyes." 

"You got some pretty eyes too, eh." 

"Flatterer." 

"Nah, just sayin' what I'm thinking."

"Mmh." Medic buried his head under Sniper's jaw, on his chest and he felt his arms wrap around him. 

"Missed you, luv'."

"So did I." 

They stared at the dancing flames of the fireplace and their breaths synced slowly, Medic's head was rising and falling to the rhythm of Sniper's calm breathing. 

"Oh…?" Medic's surprise escaped his lips as he felt Sniper's fingers slide between his. 

"I wanna spend a bit more time with you, y'know. Sometimes, I don't go to your office not because I care about what people would say or because I don't want to. It's cause I don't wanna bother you but…"

"But?" Medic asked. 

"But I miss you, I really do…" Sniper tightened his hug and clenched his fingers between the German's. "I wish we could spend a full day together and…"

"I thought you were wary of the others learning for us?"

"I'm sure Spy knows, the rest will, one day or another. Besides, I just wanna spend the winter break with you." 

Medic raised his head to his lover. 

"Me too, Sniper…" 

Their lips met in the quiet and dark room, the warmth from the fireplace hardly rivaling with the hot touch of their hands brushing past their clothes. 

"Please…" Sniper asked, sliding a hand behind Medic's head, through his hair. "Please stay with me tonight." 

Medic bit his lip. His hands slid on Sniper's collar and up to his rough, scruffy cheeks. 

"I will."

Sniper's delight came out of him in a silent gasp and a wide smile. He pulled Medic's face again to kiss him, for longer this time and they dived on the sofa, the German on top of the Aussie, ruffling his brown, short hair as their lips brushed, nipped and pulled. 

"Give me more than one night… Wake up next to me, please…"

Sniper curled a leg behind the white lab-coat and pulled the man below it flush against him. Their kisses went more heated and their lips were wet and slightly swollen from all the attention there. 

"I will." 

Medic removed his lab-coat and threw it away. Sniper pulled the blanket that was hanging on the back of the sofa and covered them both. The German just lied on top of the man that kept him safe after a long day of work. Sniper understood him, wordlessly. He knew when to ask for attention and when Medic didn't have the strength for it. 

That day, all the German wanted was affection. Affection and strong arms to hold him. He lay on Sniper, his head on the Aussie's chest and he felt long fingers play with his black, short hair. 

"Thanks, luv'. I know I might be askin' a lot from you but… You have no idea how good it feels to wake up with you instead of just, y'know, a big empty bed…"

"I do apologise, Sniper. I should spend more time with you."

"It's alright. I understand, you like your work, it's fine."

"Yes but…" Medic raised his head to look Sniper in the eyes. He smiled. "I love you and I would much rather spend my evening with you than with paperwork. You are right, my love."

"About what?" 

"Let's make this winter break all about us."

"What d'you mean?"

"I mean that you can bring a bit more clothes here and stay with me for a couple of weeks…?"

"Seriously?" 

"Ja, I can spend my days and my nights with you."

Sniper's face radiated with a wide smile. 

"You'd do that? Really?" 

"Ja, we all deserve a break and I could do with a bit more affection from you." 

"Well I got loads of it for you, eh." Sniper's hands brushed Medic's back slowly under the blanket. 

"Perfect…"

"Uh… Would you…?"

"Would I what?" 

"Would you… have some… for me, maybe?" Sniper blushed and his eyes darted left and right in embarrassment. He wasn't so good when it came to words but had an incredible intuition when it came to moves...

"Of course." Medic pushed his lips on Sniper's and let his tongue brush past the hunter's chapped lips, which pulled a low growl from the wild man.

"Gosh… I'm so happy, I… Thanks, really." 

"You are welcome, Sniper." 

They snuggled up under the blanket and in front of the fireplace, they both warmed up nicely. 

"I got you somethin' for Christmas."

Medic's eyes snapped wide. 

"Did you?" 

"Yeah."

"Why? I mean… I didn't."

"Yeah, you did." 

"What?" Medic asked.

"You're spending a couple of weeks with me. That's… Better than Christmas…!"

"Saying things like that makes me realise even more how much I neglected you…"

Medic raised his head with his now ruffled hair and they exchanged a kiss.

"So please, show me what you got us…?" Medic asked.

"Want it now?"

"Ja, why not?"

"I guess I can… I've been carryin' them on me all the time for you not to find them by accident or anythin'."

"Oh…" 

Sniper slid a hand in his pocket and retrieved his secret gift. 

"Alright, you're ready?" He asked, putting his still clenched fist in front of Medic's face. 

"Ja." 

Sniper opened his hand and two bracelets lay in his palms. 

"Oh… They look lovely…" 

"I made them m'self." 

"The wooden pearls you carved yourself?"

"Yeah." 

"Oh, and what is this pendant?"

"Look at it. Carved it myself too. I had to go and get a book from the Teufort library to do it, cause I didn't really know what it looked like."

Medic held one of the bracelets. 

"It looks like an anatomically correct heart with an arrow piercing through it, but that's only the left half of it…" 

"Look at the other bracelet, luv'."

Medic took the other one and looked at the pendant. 

"Oh mein Gott… That's the right half…!"

"Yeah, I carved a little wooden heart, lookin' at an anatomy book, then carved the arrow, then cut it in halves. You get one and I get the other. Looks less ridiculous than a classic heart and it makes sense."

"Ja! And I guess the heart represents me and the arrow, you?"

"Yeah, you got it."

"I am… Speechless… It must have taken you hours to make them…"

"Who cares? It was fun and it made me think about you for hours. C'mon, wear it and show me!"

Medic slid one around his wrist and put one around Sniper's. 

"I feel like a little boy again…" The German doctor chuckled. 

"Yeah, bit childish maybe but uh…"

"Nein, please, I didn't mean it in a bad way, on the contrary. I guess this is the true spirit of Christmas." 

"Yeah, sort of." Sniper slid his fingers through Medic. 

"I love you, Sniper. Thank you so much for your gift."

"You're welcome. Love ya too, oh, mmh…" 

Medic slid up on Sniper to take his lips again. The flames of the fireplace danced as their bodies followed another choreography. The doctor and the hunter took their time that night. Maybe it was Christmas, maybe it was the gift, or maybe they had yearned for each other that much. 

That year, they did spend a Merry Christmas indeed.

[valhallasubstitute]

Yours, And Only Yours Pt.3

-- Sihtric x virgin!reader

After travelling with Uthred for many months the fact that you’re still a virgin is revealed in a drunken confession, from that moment on Sihtric can’t help but thinking of making you his… Well now you are his, and he intends to keep it that way.

part one, part two

A/N: So here we are at the suggestion of anon Gods. Shout out to @thecoochamchronicle for helping me, you were truly a creative blessing :)

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, oral m receiving, unprotected sex – it’s the ninth century, they have an excuse you don’t. A lil fluffy in parts

Wc: 2550

Sihtric was a good lover. He was gentle, attentive, forthcoming. He was all you could ever want.

Not that you had anything to compare him with.

It had been weeks since Sihtric had taken your virginity and in that time he had taught you things about pleasure that you assumed only the Gods could have knowledge of. His love made you feel beautiful, desired and confident. How could you not when a warrior such as Sihtric shared your bed every night?

Other men had noticed the change in you. The way you swung your hips to entice your lover as you walked past, how freely you flirted, how you mixed foreplay and sword play. It was clear that Sihtric had awakened something in you that other men admired.

Your lover was not blind to their gaze and he didn’t mind, not initially. It both amused and aroused him that other men wanted what they could not have. That you would deny all but him.

But there was only so much a man could take.

It was nearing mid-winter and Uhtred’s expedition was far from over. You were hunting Danes and in the company of Saxons. Sihtric would have preferred it the other way around, Danish men respected his claim, respected your fire. In his mind the Saxons only wanted to hump you and put out the spark in you that he loved.

You were oblivious. 

Which made your friendship with Jorin all that more frustrating to him. The boy, for that was what he was, was a little older than Osferth, twice the size and had triple the confidence.  

Sihtric would watch Jorin proposition you again and again,  his words disguised as friendly banter.

Sihtric would watch Jorin appreciate the show you put on for him and him alone, he made no attempt to hide his desires.

Sihtric would watch Jorin leer to all that would listen about how he intended plough you, as if you were a field to be worked and not a woman to be worshiped.

You liked him, Uhtred needed him, Finan tolerated him.

Sihtric despised him.

                                                        -*-*-*-

You could feel Sihtric’s anger as you sat between his legs, as you gazed up at him you could see his jaw clenching relentlessly. One of his hands rested on your shoulder, the other clutched a mug of ale, though he had scarcely touched it.  It did not worry you, he had been in a foul mood for days, seemingly only happy when you were alone. You took joy in being alone with Sihtric too, even now the idea sent a little thrill through you. You would like to do more than just sit between his thighs.

You stood abruptly and the talk around the fire stopped for only a moment but that was time enough for Sihtric to eye your rear. After nodding to your companions you turned to Sihtric, you bent and brushed your lips against his jaw, aiming to ease the tension that resided there and help build an altogether different kind. The way his fingers ghosted over the back of your thigh told you all you needed to know.

The walk to your tent should have been a short one but the call of your name halted you. The sight of your friend Jorin brought a smile to your lips. He was funny, his outrageous confidence amused you greatly. The boy talked as if he had balls the same size as a giants.

The conversation was brief, nothing more than an extended greeting and then you were on your way again. That was until you heard Sihtric’s name on Jorin’s tongue.

A tent acted as your cover. Curiosity had your feet glued to the ground and your ears straining to hear.

‘Lord Sihtric.’

‘I am no lord, boy.’

‘And I am no boy, your woman can testify to that.’

‘You talk out of your arse.’

‘Mmh that may be true Lord, but regardless you should keep your bitch on a tighter leash. She does entice even the most docile of beasts.’

‘You are a cockless pup and you are unworthy.’

‘Unworthy?’

‘To look at her, if I catch you again I will take your eyes.’

‘Are you threatening me Dane? She will not like that.’

‘Speak another word and I shall have your tongue as well.’

You had heard enough. 

You walked to your tent and paced the length of it at least three times before familiar arms wrapped around you from behind. He smelled of woodsmoke and the earth and leather. Your anger evaporated.

‘I hope I did not keep you waiting for too long.’ You hummed in response, leaning your head back onto his shoulder, pressing your face into his.

‘Long enough. What kept you?’ You knew but you wanted to hear him explain it.

Sihtric did not respond, simply moved around you and brought your lips to his in a kiss with more passion that you had anticipated. His lips were always plush and begging to be bitten, you only stopped for air.

‘You taste of apples.’ His voice was raspy and low, filled with promise. You would hold him to that promise, but not yet.

‘And you taste like you’re not being honest with me.’ Sihtric rolled his eyes and sighed. You ran your hands down his arms, appreciating the feel of them before taking his hands in yours. You knew his hands like you knew your own and you felt the abnormality immediately. The skin was broken and raw, the force of his punch evident. You could only imagine what Jorin’s face looked like.  ‘I hope you didn’t beat him too badly. I don’t want to lose you to guard duty each night as punishment.’

‘You saw?’ You watched his eyes grow wide, just a hint of panic emerging.

‘I heard. He is not the friend I took him for.’

‘He deserved what he got, he should not have spoken about my woman that way.’ His eyes bore into yours as he spoke, such sincere conviction in his voice that you could not help but caress his cheek. Sihtric leaned into your touch. You loved the man that stood before you, his warmth, his quiet humour, the impulsiveness that he could not shake no matter how many times it ended in a fight. You had made the right choice when you had given yourself to him. A choice you would make over and over again.

‘Are you sure he knows that? That I am your woman.’ You spoke the words quietly, a purr practically dripping with lust. You could feel his jaw tighten once more against your palm.

‘When he sees how you cannot walk tomorrow he will know it to be true.’

‘Is that so Sihtric?’

‘I have never lied to you Y/N.’

‘That is true … I think there is a more important lesson that Jorin should learn though.’ Sihtric hummed in response, a small frown creasing his brow. Evidently he thought your words held importance, and as far as you were concerned they did. ‘He should learn that not only do I accept your claim on me as your woman, but that I choose you as my man.’

The look in Sihtric’s eye was one you could bask in forever. It had not been the sex that had changed you, but the love in his gaze that made you feel like Freya herself. It was only right that you should prove to him that your gaze would never wander, your legs never open for another, that your heart would never beat for anyone else, other than the children you wished to give him.

Sihtric’s hands went to your hips, pulling them flush to his while you brought his lips to yours. It was a battle of wills, neither of you willing to yield in your want for the other.

You walked him to the bed of furs, removing clothes as you went. The night air was cool but it wasn’t the breeze that you’re your body covered in goose bumps. Everywhere Sihtric touched felt like you had been set on fire.

You pushed him onto the bed with a final shove. You removed your clothes slowly, relishing him the way Sihtric’s eyes devoured you, inch by inch. The desire in your belly only grew as you crawled on top of him, you could feel his arousal twitch between your thighs as you straddled him.

He made to touch you but you took his large hands and pinned then above his head with your own. The action brought you face to face, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise but he made no attempt to free himself as your breath mingled.

The smirk on his face was unbearable and utterly inviting. Your lips pressed to his, a deep moan escaping him as you nipped at his bottom lip.

You kissed from his mouth to his neck, from his neck to his chest, leaving your mark as you went. Purple circles in the shape of your mouth mixing with sliver scars and battle worn, sun kissed skin.

You continued your assault further and further south until you had him in your mouth. You watched through half lidded eyes as he battled to keep his gaze fixed on you as you worked his length with your tongue.

You knew your lover well, the light hitch in his breathing, the sigh of your name and the way his fists bunched the bed linen told you that he was near his end.

Sihtric’s hand flew to your hair, the grip tight enough to cause a dull ache to spread across your scalp. His grip guided your mouth away from his cock, both of you groaning at the loss of contact. He sat up and pulled you towards him on your knees.

His thighs acted as your support as you guided his cock into you. His chest was flush with your own, hard panels of muscle brushing against your nipples as he thrust up into you. You would never tire of the feeling of him inside you. Stretching you, filling you, hitting all the right spots that made you want to scream.

You had no doubt that the people outside your tent could hear what was going on, it was not a rare occurrence but tonight you had a point to prove.

The chant of Sihtric’s name slowly raised in volume, while your hips ground down on him he had taken to claiming your neck and collarbones, anywhere he could reach with this tongue. A nip to the soft of your ear caused a loud moan to fall from your lips.

His breathing was loud and hot against your neck, his own moans mixing with grunts and muffled calls of your name.

He shifted you in his lap, the new angle allowed him to thrust himself deeper into you, his grip on your hips like a vice. It would have taken the strength of a thousand warriors to stop the cry that left you. Sihtric tried to silence the sound with his mouth.

‘Shh he does not get to hear the noises you make for me, my love.’

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in both pleasure and exasperation, the man asked the impossible. As if to prove himself Sihtric doubled his efforts. The pace he set made it impossible for you to match but the friction it placed on your clit was euphoric. Your hands dragged along his back, his chest, his arms. His body was too much. It was all consuming and you lost yourself in the feel of him.

Your orgasm blind sighted you, pleasure shattering you as you panted into his shoulder. Sihtric’s movement’s didn’t falter as he worked you through your climax, merely whispering sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

Just as before you knew when Sihtric was close, those fast little sighs in your ear giving him away. You began to match his pace once more, your hands went to his hair, half massaging, half gripping it as you slammed yourself down on him. After your own orgasm it was as if you gripped him from the inside out. You were impossibly tight and the strangled moan that came from the back of Sihtric’s throat as he came assured you that it was too much to bare in the best of ways.

You were both breathing heavily when Sihtric fell back onto the furs and you followed, collapsing on top of him. His arms wrapped around you, securing you to his chest as you gently kissed his neck.

‘I hope the boy will understand now.’ Sihtric’s voice was steady, you could tell the thought of Jorin did not bother him anymore. ‘I don’t think Uhtred will be as forgiving if I have to beat the boy for a second time.’

You whacked his chest lightly and the man beneath you flinched in mock pain.

‘Uhtred can say nothing of doing something stupid over a woman. It’s in his nature…’ Sihtric laughed openly now, his chest rumbling and shifting beneath you. ‘If the boy doesn’t understand then I’ll just have to tell him that I am yours, and only yours Sihtric. Not that it should ever need saying. And that will always be the way of it.’ You didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling, the image was so firmly imprinted on your brain that it didn’t take any conjuring.

‘You are my heart Y/N.’

Sleep took you then, Sihtric’s heartbeat and the soft howl of the night wind becoming the perfect lullaby.

-*-*-*-

You were woken up by Finan calling your names, threats of leaving without you and Uhtred’s wrath. Even went as far as to threaten throwing a bucket of water on you if you didn’t shift your arses. 

You and Sihtric did so begrudgingly.

Despite this neither of you could hide the little smiles on your faces. Your legs ached and you knew the ride today would be a bastard one. But it was worth it.

Stepping out of the tent with Sihtric, your hands interlaced, was an experience that you had not anticipated. You could feel the blush spread from your neck up to your ears. Everyone in view had taken notice of your current … state.

‘Jesus Christ where you attacked in the night Sihtric?’ Finan’s eyes were ablaze with amusement and approval. The Irishman shook his head with a smile as Sihtric smirked at him. You patted your friend on the back before tying up your hair. As soon as your neck was exposed Finan gasped, his joy and appreciation for a good night under the fur evident on his face.

‘You too Y/N? Mary mother of Jesus, you look worse than he does… and that’s saying something.’

Sihtric spoke before you, he was looking at neither you or Finan. Instead his eyes were fixed on Jorin, the boys face was pale and bruising as he sat by the fire, his own gaze going anywhere but you.

‘She does entice even the most docile of beasts.’

‘And you are no docile beast, my friend.’

[briarrosescurse]

To Rozalina Ah, I'm slightly nervous about this but, um, well it's just that I've seen you around and you seem like a lovely person. And well in short I'd love to be friends with you. No pressure if you don't want to! I just think you're sweet and kind person is all. You're probably wondering who sent this...well, I'm new to this world and always wear my gold and blue earrings, um...I'm not so good at this, I hope this is decent enough at least... apologies, I'm kinda nervous (Cupid anon 💙💙💙)

"Oooh, I know who this is...! Hehe, Aya! Why, you do not have to shy away from me like this...!! I have been so eager to talk to you, you see?

Thank you for your kind words, I truly treasure them. You as well are a very gorgeous and lovely person, I have seen your kindness, after all!! So please, I would adore to be your friend indeed!

Let's meet up for tea soon, shall we? I promise, I am sure I could find your favorite flavor with ease. Or perhaps... mmh, maybe you are much more of a coffee fan yourself, ah? Well, well, that is okay! We can figure it out together!

Please do not be nervous - after all, we are peers, are we not? I am so excited to befriend you, hehe!"

[takonei]

Beta AU - Main story, Chapter 3, daily life (Part 1)

Note of the author: We’re taking a break from the fresh angst to just... Discover new stuff.

Chapter 3: What is beyond humans’ control - Daily life

Day 9 since the beginning of the game. 7:00 AM.

Shuichi laid awake on his bed, the vision of Maki’s corpse still in his mind.

He had woken up several times during the night. He tried taking a shower, fidgeting with one of the items he got at the Monomono machine, but nothing really helped.

He gave up on sleeping and prepared himself to go to the dining hall, and perhaps find other people like him.

He actually didn’t see anyone on his way, to his surprise.

Suddenly, as he entered the main building, he spotted Monosuke, who looked liked it had been crushed by a huge falling object. He remembered the circumstances of Maki’s execution. Did the bear even escaped with the others? Monokuma probably took the remaining pieces and put them here.

Speaking of Monokuma, he appeared out of nowhere.

“My sweet monokub... It’s such a tragedy!” he cried.

Shuichi sighed. “You force us to kill each other. I can’t exactly feel sorry for your kid.”

The bear took out his claws. “Hey! A little bit of respect here!”

The brunet was unimpressed.

“Fine! I shall grief on my own! Kids are so insensitive these days...”

The teen rolled his eyes and headed to the dining hall, as Monokuma shoo-ed him away.

However, when he reached his destination, no one else was here aside from Korekiyo, drinking his tea.

What surprised Shuichi a bit more was that breakfast seemed already prepared and disposed on the table, with fruit juice, toast, butter, jam and more. Kirumi usually waited until everyone was here to prepare something, and it was usually something cooked, like pancakes.

It looked more like a casual, nice breakfast rather than the refined service they were getting thanks to the maid.

Perhaps it was because her secret was out, and she decided to give up the facade.

“You’re awake as well, I see.” the taller man said.

Shuichi took a seat in front of him. “I couldn’t sleep much to be honest...”

Korekiyo nodded. “I understand. Yesterday was difficult for all of us. If you need to talk about it my services are still available.”

He waved his hand. “No thanks, I’m good, I think.”

“I cannot force you to talk, but please seek help to one of us if needed.” He replied. “Also, take whatever you want on the table, although the usual service will still be provided later if you want to.”

The violinist poured himself some apple juice. “Did Kirumi decide to stop doing the usual breakfast?”

The man shook his head. “It wasn’t Kirumi’s idea actually, to do a casual breakfast. In fact she didn’t prepare any of this.”

Shuichi raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Did you do it yourse-”

“Some cereal and milk if you guys want to! And also some fresh orange-carotte juice prepared by yours truly!”

It was... Miu? The boy blinked in confusion. She wasn’t the type to help much in the kitchen, from what he’s seen. But after all, Kirumi didn’t exactly want anyone helping her to do the cooking.

“Good morning!” she smiled at him.

Shuichi blinked. “Did you prepare this?”

She nodded. “Yup! I know everyone isn’t exactly in a good mood, but I thought I could at least try to do something. Casual breakfast is nice too, y’know?”

He smiled. The overall smell reminded him of those summers he spent with his uncle and cousin, eating breakfast, the sun rising outside. “That’s really nice of you, thanks!”

Miu stared at him with dumbfounded eyes for a moment before she shook her head. “... Don’t mention it. Anyway, I’m helping Kirumi with the pancakes, do you still want the usual?”

“No, I’m good, thank you!” he replied.

Miu left to get back to the kitchen with a weak smile.

Shuichi turned to Kiyo. “What happened? I thought she would be a bit less... Motivated, considering yesterday.”

Kiyo took a sip of his tea. “She asked me about what she could do to handle the situation better. I suggested her to do things that reminded her of her life before the game, not necessarily her job as an artist.”

He chuckled. “And that’s how she ended up preparing breakfast for everyone.”

Shuichi looked at the entire table with wide eyes.

She had prepared a lot.

Her adopted son must have been spoiled by Miu back then.

“Although she insisted on learning how to do Kirumi’s pancakes, so I’m guessing that’s what they’re preparing.” Kiyo added.

Shuichi couldn’t quite hear, but the girls were talking in the kitchen. He couldn’t help but think about Kirumi. They didn’t talk about her real talent too much during the trial, but perhaps it was for the best. However he didn’t know how things would be from now on. How would the others act around her? Will she get some sort of punishment anyway?

He shook his head. Miu had prepared everything so everyone would feel better. Now was not the time to ponder about this.

As time passed, the others slowly came in, one by one. Even though no one could forget what they had seen yesterday, thanks to Miu the morning was a bit better than how Shuichi expected it to happen.

However some people were missing, he noticed. There were supposed to be 12 of them now. They were... 10? He didn’t notice immediately who was missing. It was around 8:30 AM by now.

But it became clear when Himiko entered the dining hall, looking visibly worried.

She sat next to Shuichi, at the end of the table.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Mmh... It’s just that Kokichi refuses to leave his room. He said he’s not feeling well but... I don’t know what to do.” she replied, looking at the orange juice glass she had in front of her.

“Perhaps it would be better to leave him alone for now. Even if you managed to encourage him yesterday, it wouldn’t be surprising if he still felt guilty about the whole incident.” Kiyo pondered.

Himiko nodded, but that didn’t seem to help.

About two minutes later, Shuichi noticed Miu leaving the dining hall with a plate of pancakes and some fruit juice.

...

Around ten minutes later, just as Miu passed the door, Monokuma appeared out of nowhere as usual.

“Now, now! Since I’m a busy bear I don’t need you guys overreacting each time I appear!” he said.

Rantaro didn’t even try to hide his exasperation. “And every single time you appear I ask for you to get to the point.”

The bear cleared his throat. (Does he even need to do so?) “Ahem! It’s almost halftime, so the stats should be out soon for everyone to obsess over... And of course since you guys overcame the class trial, I figured I’d give you all a wonderful prize!”

Kirumi didn’t bother looking at the bear. “And we know the deal by now. Give us the prizes and go away. No one needs you here.”

However Monokuma looked like he was waiting for something.

“I said, I figured I’d give you all a wonderful prize!”

Still nothing.

“... Huh? My adorable little cubs aren’t coming? That’s strange.”

Suddenly their catchphrase was heard and the three remaining monokubs appeared.

“Rise and shine, Ursine!” they all chanted.

Monokuma, as usual, kept talking about how “cute” they were.

“Hey, my cute little cubs... Could you hurry up and give them the prize...?”

“FATHER... WE-ARE-NOT-YOUR-SLAVES.” Monodam said. “WE-WILL-NOT-LET-YOU-USE-US-ANYMORE.”

“Huh??” the black bear was sweating(?)

“WE-ARE-ABLE-TO-CONTROL-THIS-ACADEMY. THEREFORE, FROM-NOW-ON... I-WILL-BE-CALLING-THE-SHOTS.”

To everyone’s surprise, the smaller bears started fighting with their so called father, and even brought the exisals to prove their point.

Monokuma panicked, and suddenly froze.

Himiko raised an eyebrow. “... Is he dead?”

Keebo poked the immobile bear. “I don’t know... He looks like he stopped working.”

“ANYWAY. AS-THE-NEW-HEADMASTERS, WE-HAVE-FOR-YOU-BASTARDS... A-WONDERFUL-PRIZE!” Monodam announced.

The three bears offered them a golden hammer, a magic key and a ninja scroll.

“We’ve also hidden a flashback light. I hope you all grow closer now that you’ve regained more of your memories.” Monophanie added.

The bears left after that.

“Sheesh, do they want us to get along or to kill each other?” Kaito asked to no one in particular.

“If they can help us overthrow Monokuma, they could make useful allies!~” Angie suggested.

“They could be useful, but I doubt Monokuma will let them continue their tantrum for long.” Rantaro pondered.

Ryoma approached the frozen Monokuma. “Start the searches without me. I would like to take a look at... Whatever Monokuma is.”

Keebo looked skeptic. “Are you sure this is safe?”

The smaller man looked at him. “Can you help me take it to the warehouse? Two people would be better to examine him.”

The two took one last look at the bear. “The rules say not to harm the headmaster of the academy, but if he’s just frozen I don’t think we’ll get in too much trouble.”

“Can we leave this to you two then?” Rantaro asked.

Keebo grabbed the bear with ease. Ryoma gave him a thumbs-up. “You can count on us, boss.”

Rantaro chuckled as the two left the dining hall. He took a look around. “We’re still missing Kokichi, right?”

Himiko had her head resting in her arms. “He said he isn’t feeling well and asked to be left alone...”

“Which makes 9 of us now. 3 for each item.” Shuichi added.

The remaining students once again separated in groups.

Shuichi went with Rantaro and Kirumi to investigate the magic key.

Kaito, Miu and Himiko left with the golden hammer.

Angie, Kiyo and Tsumugi went ahead with the ninja scroll.

While Shuichi’s and Angie’s group stayed in the main building for the research, Kaito’s group decided to check if something appeared outside, like last time.

It didn’t take long for Shuichi to find a use for the key, since it was the door blocking the next set of stairs.

The two groups made their way to the 4th floor. The atmosphere here was heavy, creepy even.

Tsumugi noticed two main rooms on the monopad. One without anything on it and the other had a hammer and a chisel as an icon. They concluded they were the two new labs waiting to be opened. One for Angie and the other was still unknown.

Angie immediately jumped into her lab. It had a very different aura from the hallway. It was illuminated, and it looked like nature somehow made it’s way here, with grass between the floorboards and ivy on the walls. There were even exotic potted plants. But more importantly, on the wooden shelves were disposed many carving tools. There were also clay bags on the floor, and huge logs and stones on the other part of the lab. With them, bigger tools, like hammers, saws and... An axe?

Angie approached it casually, grabbing it easily despite her short stature. “This lab is a blessing!”

When she saw Shuichi looking at her with worried eyes, she smiled. “Do not worry, Shuichi! It was very common for sculptors on my island to do the entire work by themselves! From collecting the materials to create the work of art!”

He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Did you really use these tools by yourself?”

She nodded happily. “Yup! Yup! Back on my island the more the artist was implied in the work, the more highly they were looked upon!”

She put back the axe to where it originally was. “I was one of the only artists to actually do the whole work by themselves. I was even recruited by Atua to contribute to the temple!”

“Atua...?” Shuichi asked.

“The leader, the governor of the island is Atua’s prophet! Being chosen to help him is like being chosen by Atua himself!” she replied. Although Shuichi could hear a hint of bitterness in her voice.

He checked to make sure no one was listening. “Is... Anything wrong? You don’t look fully pleased with this-”

“Atua is a joke.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened.

“I used to believe Atua’s prophet was actually passing his knowledge and wisdom, but he’s a lying, manipulative sack of shit I never want to see again. This island is behind me and that’s the reason I don’t want to leave this academy, ever.” she flatly said.

The boy had no idea how to respond.

“Woopsie daisy! Did I slip up? Sorry Shuichi, could you leave my lab for a minute? I wanna see if I can get some inspiration now that all of my material is here!” she turned back to him with a bright smile.

He preferred not to say anything. Perhaps he should tell Kiyo about this.

After leaving, Shuichi heard a click behind him. Angie had locked the door.

He passed by Tsumugi’s lab, which was open thanks to the ninja scroll, now placed in a small statue in front of the lab. Tsumugi and Kiyo were already looking around, so he decided to take a look at the three rooms on the map.

He saw Rantaro and Kirumi looking around.

“So? Anything new on your side?” Rantaro asked.

Shuichi preferred not to mention his conversation with the girl. “Angie’s lab is opened and she looks pleased with it. Although she asked not to be disturbed since she wanted some inspiration.”

“I see.” Kirumi said. “This room is empty. I don’t really know what exactly we could do with it.”

Rantaro approached the door. “They don’t have a lock on them. Just a handle.”

Shuichi looked around. “It looks like you could do some kind of occult seance here... Does Monokuma want us to summon a demon? I’m really not into that stuff.”

Rantaro blinked. “I would have gladly said something, but I genuinely have no clue what you’re talking about.”

Kirumi sighed. “And here I thought I could get some common sense out of you two. Demons don’t exist, neither do ghosts or any supernatural creatures.”

Rantaro sneered. “Well excuse me if I’ve never heard of ‘the occult’ before. I didn’t exactly got into high school, you know?”

Kirumi shrugged. “Same here. I got my job pretty early. But at least I have a little knowledge of what that is.”

They remained silent. They had avoided talking about her talent until now.

“That’s right... Your talent is ultimate mercenary...” Shuichi muttered.

“Now let me be clear about this.” She turned to the two, as intimidating as ever. “I have no reason to escape. There is food, water, there is no police, no one to pay me to kill other people... This is the most peaceful I’ve been in years, ironically.” she explained.

“I understand the feeling.” the medic said. “However gaining the trust of everyone else is going to be hard, I’m sure you know that.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Why do you think I’m telling you this? You two are probably the most willing to listen to what I have to say. Tsumugi was really insistant on her theories to try and accuse Miu, Ryoma and Kiyo are not trusting me in the slightest and Keebo... Let’s just say I don’t really trust him.”

Shuichi raised an eyebrow. “Kiyo? He is willing to listen to anyone though...”

She crossed her arms. “’Willing to listen’ and ‘trusting’ are two very different things. That’s what differentiates strategists and friends.” she explained. “Although I shouldn’t be talking. My job requires me not to trust anyone.”

Rantaro nodded. “I see.”

He approached Kirumi. “Saying that I fully trust you would be lying, but I trust you for now like I trust the rest of us.” He extended his hand. “So for now let’s just call this stay at the academy a break from our respective jobs. Is that alright with you?”

The mercenary smiled. “It looks like we’re on the same page. I appreciate it.” She shook his hand.

Shuichi scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll do my best to stay neutral on the matter.”

“Thank you.”

The trio left the first room to check the others. They all looked the same, so they didn’t pay much attention to them.

As Rantaro suggested them to go to Tsumugi’s lab, Kirumi kept staring at the end of the corridor.

“Did you find something?” asked Shuichi.

The young woman approached the picture and carefully touched it. “This is a pane of glass, not a canvas.”

She gently knocked on it. “There’s something behind it. It’s not just a wall.”

Rantaro crossed his arms. “My guess would be that this is where the hammer is used. However Kaito’s group is outside.”

Kirumi sighed. “That means they didn’t find anything.”

Shuichi giggled. “At least they tried...”

The group went to Tsumugi’s lab.

They were surprised to see that the lab had several floors, each filled with countless bookshelves. The first floor however, had some desks and blackboards to the side. The room had a modern feeling, unlike Angie’s lab. However unlike the library or Kaede’s lab, it felt like Tsumugi could do searches on her own, like a real laboratory for theoreticians.

Tsumugi was on one of the higher floors, going through the books, and Kiyo joined the group by going down the first set of stairs.

“You three are back I see. What did you discover?” He asked.

“Not much. There are three empty rooms for... What did you call it Shuichi?” Rantaro turned to the blue eyed teen.

He chuckled. “Occult... But that was just a guess! I don’t know what whoever built this academy had in mind!”

Kiyo blinked in confusion. “You... Don’t know what the occult is?”

Rantaro hid his face in his hands. “No I don’t. Seriously! What’s with you people summoning creatures! I have enough to deal with when I work, I don’t need... Whatever you try to make magically appear!”

Shuichi laughed as Kirumi sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Basically the occult is a bunch of scam artists profiting from people’s ignorance on basic concepts of physics to make money.” Tsumugi approached them, a huge book under her arm.

Kirumi had a sarcastic smile on her face. “I like this definition.”

Kiyo looked back at Shuichi. “Did you discover anything else?”

“Well... We found the use for the hammer... Except we don’t have the hammer. So we didn’t explore everything yet.” he replied.

Tsumugi hummed as she set her book on one of the desks. “We should get them back so we can finish searching the floor.”

“You called for us, so here we are!” a high pitched voice was heard from the entrance of the lab.

Himiko, Miu and Kaito entered the lab.

“When we were looking for clues we saw Monokuma outside and he pretty much guided us to the flashback light. Ryoma and Keebo joined us for some time but they thought that since we’re a lot here already, they said they were going to wait in the dining hall with the flashback light.” the latter explained.

“Oh.”

They decided to split up. Kirumi, Rantaro, Himiko and Shuichi would investigate the hammer while the others would be waiting in the dining hall.

They approached the glass pane. Kirumi, who had the hammer, broke the glass, opening a secret passageway.

The corridor had a different atmosphere, more like a deserted underground street. Himiko took a deep breath, already not liking the place. Rantaro and Kirumi didn’t seem to mind.

As they went through the dark hallway, only illuminated by a few weak light bulbs, they found the door. It was made of iron or steel, and it was really rusty.

Shuichi decided to check the monopad to see what exactly could this room be.

On the map was... A lotus flower and a hammer? It wasn’t like a tool, more like a judge’s hammer.

“So? Do you know what this is?” Kirumi asked.

Shuichi frowned. “I’m not sure...” he showed the tablet to the others.

Rantaro hummed. “I think I know... This is probably Kokichi’s lab.”

Himiko snatched Shuichi’s monopad. “Hmm... A lotus flower and a judge’s hammer? What does this have to do with Kokichi?”

Kirumi pondered. “I understand the judge’s hammer but I don’t know about the lotus. Either way, that’s the only possibility that fits.”

Shuichi put a finger on his chin. “Let’s see... We still have the labs of Himiko, Ryoma, Keebo, Kaito, and Kokichi to discover. So I think you’re right.”

Himiko gave the monopad back. “I don’t know if this is okay, but I really want to know what’s in there...”

Rantaro put a hand on the door. “Seeing what Kokichi thinks of his talent, perhaps we should take a look in case he refuses to go by himself.”

The four opened the door. The room looked like a vandalized casino on one side, and a ruined courtroom on the other. The casino part had luck-based games disposed on the tables, like roulette and some card games. There were also a few broken slot machines and games of darts. The courtroom part had a damaged podium in the back and a few chairs and benches on the sides.

The entire scene was unsettling, to say the least.

Kirumi was inspecting the luck games, regrouping the cards and try to make some order in that mess. Rantaro was going through the games in the shelves, dusty and dirty.

Himiko looked desolated in front of the courtroom part. She had her fists clenched, but didn’t say anything. Shuichi felt bad for her.

“Perhaps we should go back with the others... They’re waiting for us to activate the flashback light.” He suggested.

The others agreed and went back to the dining hall, Himiko desperately trying to calm down.

When they joined the others, everyone else was here, including Kokichi, surprisingly. However the four agreed not to say anything at the moment.

“So? Did you find anything?” Keebo asked.

Rantaro approached the flashback light. “It’s Kokichi’s lab from what we’ve seen. But we left almost immediately since you guys were waiting for us.”

Kokichi jumped at Rantaro’s declaration. “I see... I’ll check it out later.”

Kirumi crossed her arms. “So? Shall we use it?”

Rantaro looked at everyone to see if there were any objections. When none of them said anything, he turned on the flashback light.

They saw their own funeral. Their portraits... Them running from a certain group and them presumably dying in an accident...

After the memory flash, Shuichi struggled to keep his balance.

“Our own funeral...?” he muttered. He looked at the others, confused and worried as well.

“What the hell? I’m not dead!” Kaito yelled.

“We’re right here! What was that??” Himiko exclaimed.

“That doesn’t make any seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Keebo tried to say something, but suddenly froze, repeating the same noise on loop like a broken record.

“Keebo?” Ryoma said, approaching the robot. “Keebo!”

Kirumi smacked the robot on the head. She shook her hand after doing so. That must have hurt.

“Ouch! What h-h-h-happened?” Keebo said, immediately realizing the problem.

“Are you okay?” Rantaro asked.

“I-I don’t know... My head feels dizzy...” he rubbed the back of his head where the woman had smacked him.

Ryoma winced. “I don’t have many tools available, but I’ll try to see what I can do.”

Tsumugi glanced at the small man. “I can try to help. My lab opened and there are some books about robotics here.”

Shuichi looked at the ground. “Perhaps it should be better from now on if Keebo didn’t use the flashback lights...”

Kiyo raised an eyebrow. “Hold on, did that also happen after the first?”

Keebo winced. “Yes, Shuichi found me zoning out for a while some time after we used the first flashback light...”

Ryoma lowered his cap. “For now try not to do too much unnecessary stuff. Tsumugi and I can try to help you get fixed but we can’t do miracles. Her specialty is not robotics and it isn’t mine either.”

Keebo nodded. “I understand.”

“Anyway, what happened for us to get out own funerals?” Miu asked.

Shuichi was troubled as well. “I don’t know, but we’re definitely not dead.”

Kokichi frowned. “... I don’t think that funeral is real. It must have been faked... Somehow.”

Tsumugi pondered. “That’s the most plausible theory. Either we faked our own funerals to be safe from whoever was organizing the ultimate hunt or whoever caught us organized the funeral so no one will try to find us anymore. But we’re definitely alive.”

“However this flashback light didn’t give us a lot of details.” Kiyo noted.

Since they didn’t have much to think about, Miu and Kirumi prepared lunch.

After that, everyone parted their ways.

Keebo, Ryoma and Tsumugi were in the warehouse to try to see what was wrong with the robot.

Himiko, Kokichi and Angie were in the latter’s lab.

Miu and Kiyo were most likely talking outside.

Kirumi and Rantaro were talking in the maid’s lab.

Kaito was walking in the main building alone, so Shuichi went to him.

“Wait for me, Kaito!”

The biker turned around. “Oh hey, Shuichi. Do you need me for something?”

Shuichi scratched his head. “Not really... Just thought we could hang out.”

Kaito smiled. “I get ya. But I need to go to Rantaro’s lab to get some painkillers. My... Head hurts.”

Shuichi blinked. “Are you okay?”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing. Let’s just go.”

The two made their way to Rantaro’s lab. Shuichi noticed Kaito was slightly limping, but that would have been rude to make a comment about that.

“Are you sure he won’t mind?” the violinist asked.

Kaito started going through the drawers on the left. “I told him earlier. He just asked me to tell him whenever I took some.”

After a minute of research he found a box of paracetamol. Shuichi didn’t do much in the meantime. He watched Kaito swallow two tablets in silence.

The two left the lab, not really knowing what to do.

“You think there’s a card game around here?” Kaito asked. “I used to play a lot with the guys.”

“You mean gambling?” Shuichi asked.

“I mean sometimes we played poker but most of the time we played simple card games. No bets, just chilling. There aren’t a lot of games we could play only us two though.” he pondered.

The smaller boy tried to think as well. “I think I know where we could find a card game but I’m still hesitant to go there...”

“Want me to go with you?”

“I don’t think it will matter much if we just borrow it... Follow me.”

The two made their way to Kokichi’s lab. Kaito was a bit disturbed, but didn’t say anything. Shuichi went through one of the shelves, grabbed a set of cards and the two left. The lab would have been a good place to play if the ambiance wasn’t so creepy.

They went back to the dining hall to play. The cards were dusty, but none were missing.

Kaito taught Shuichi one of the more popular games. Although “taught” isn’t the right word, since the game was all about discovering the rules by yourself and not having someone telling them. According to Kaito, “That’s the main rule of the game. You can’t talk about the rules or else you get a penalty.”

“Queen of spades, God saves the queen.” Kaito said, putting the card in front of him.

Shuichi looked at his cards. He hesitantly put a seven of spades. “Seven of spades...?”

“Penalty. You didn’t say ‘Have a nice day’ and didn’t take a card.” he said giving two cards of the pile to Shuichi, a large grin on his face.

“That’s not fair! I have no idea what’s going on and you could be making up the rules for all I know!” he replied, taking his new cards.

Kaito laughed. “That’s what I love about this game. When you get to teach it to others, you spend 30 minutes giving cards to them because they don’t know the rules.”

Shuichi groaned in frustration. The game was fun nevertheless. 

They continued playing, Shuichi slowly understanding the rules.

“Hey...” Kaito said. “I was thinking about last trial...”

Shuichi lifted his head to look at him. “... What is it?”

The biker put down a card. “What do you think would have happened if Maki had successfully killed one of us and not Kaede?”

Shuichi paused. He didn’t know. He really didn’t. “I... Think it depends on who would be the victim. If Kirumi died... Then there was no way we could have won the trial... I think.”

Kaito hummed. “I still feel bad... They wanted to escape together, right?”

Shuichi thought about what Rantaro said after the trial.

If someone kills they must accept what’s coming to them.

“Still... It was either them or the 12 of us. I... Think it’s a good thing we managed to get through this class trial.” he hesitantly replied, putting another card on the table.

“I mean yeah but... At what cost? We’re just killing more people as we go through these. Hell- Tenko and Maki didn’t even kill for selfish reasons. Tenko did it so we would all survive the time limit and Maki killed for Kaede. That’s fucked up.”

Shuichi looked down. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. I don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. We have to go through these trials and we keep killing each other and I don’t know what to do I-”

“Shuichi!”

He looked up to see a worried Kaito starring at him. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“No, it’s fine... I just don’t know what to do to help.”

The biker pondered. “I don’t think we can do much right now. Not gonna lie I kind of hope Kokichi’s karma thing affects Monokuma at some point. It’s not like any of us will mind if something happens to that stupid bear.”

The violinist chuckled. “That’s fair.”

Kaito was about to put down a card when he sighed. “Penalty to us two for talking when we weren’t allowed to.”

The two finished the game in silence. They returned the cards to the lab.

They came across Kokichi, Himiko and Angie, coming out of the craftswoman’s lab. Himiko was holding what looked like a replica of the moon and Kokichi had a wooden statue of a cat.

Angie had taught them the basics of carving and sculpting, and she had made them some sculptures they had requested.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty smoothly.

Miu and Kirumi prepared dinner for the rest of the group. Shuichi was really glad those two were here. Every single meal was fantastic thanks to them. Kirumi was already a certified cook, but ever since Miu started to help, things were more lively.

However, ever since Kirumi’s talent was out, Shuichi noticed some of them waited until Kirumi took the first bite before starting to eat. And unconsciously started doing so as well. It was mostly Angie, Tsumugi, Kokichi and Kaito doing so.

Shuichi felt bad. Just today she told him escaping was not her priority. Trust was not going to be easy to gain for her.

He just hoped those habits would come to an end.

After dinner, he decided to walk and get some fresh air. He noticed Himiko and Kokichi in the courtyard to look at the sky, as usual, and Angie was picking some wisterias.

He smiled at them and went to the main building. After approaching the stairs he heard some people talking from another room.

Shuichi hesitated at first, but decided to check anyway. The voices were from the monomono machine room.

He opened the door to see Ryoma and Rantaro here.

“Huh? Did you guys want some items from there?” he asked.

Ryoma was tapping his fingers on the counter. “I played at the casino the other day and got some coins. I didn’t know what to do with them so Rantaro suggested this.”

Rantaro took a coin from the pile and put it in the machine. “I’m not the type to gamble but this is pretty fun.” He turned the lever. “Sometimes we get doubles but that’s how it works.” he released the button to see what was he going to get.

It was a silver earring.

He took two coins this time and turned the lever. Some candy cigarette fell out. Ryoma took one out. “Some of these aren’t that bad.”

Rantaro put five coins in the machine. “Yeah but I want something other than food if possible.” he released the lever and crossed his fingers. A cleansing air freshener came out. He sighed. “At least it’s not food.”

Shuichi decided to leave since he was getting tired. He waved the two goodbye and went to his room.

Hopefully things would go for the best.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.Ⅱ Mini Drama “Ruki VS Azusa”

Original title: 録り下ろしミニドラマ ｢ルキVSアズサ｣

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS SONG Bloody Night Vol.II Mini Drama [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takagi Sakurai & Daisuke Kishio

Translator’s note: I believe this is the first time I have translated some sort of VERSUS track featuring two Mukami’s and it does have a totally different feel to it, as to be expected. Even though there is still an obvious competition between the two, they aren’t nearly as hostile towards each other, even relying on the other or allowing their ‘brother’ to join in. This sibling bond between the Mukami’s is honestly what I like best about them and I’m glad it shows in this CD!

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*Chop chop chop*

Azusa: Eve...What are you doing...?

You squeak.

Azusa: Ah...I’m sorry for scaring you...

You explain.

Azusa: You’re making...dinner? Hmー

Azusa paces around you.

Azusa: Hm...What’s on the menu for today? You chopped up...a bunch of vegetables, huh? 

*Rustle*

Azusa: Ah! That knife...It cuts extremely well, doesn’t it? I sharpened it...the other day. So I’d be able to cut...even the hardest materials...You see? I’m sure it could even...slice through bones and flesh with ease...Fufufu~ 

Your face goes pale.

Azusa: Want to...put it to the test? No, you want to try it out, right? I can tell as well, Eve...

*Rustle*

Azusa: Say...Try it on me? Right here, please?

You refuse.

Azusa: Justin, you see...He’s about to fade away. So...Please? Cut me here? ...Come on. You want to, don’t you?

You shake your head.

Azusa: ...Why not? Why would you say no? That’s strange. We should be...two of the same kind though...Ah! That’s wrong. You want it first, don’t you? I see. Of course you would.

He suddenly pins you down.

*Thud*

Azusa: Haah...I’m sorry for not realizing sooner. To make it up to you, I’ll make it...especially painful, okay? Fufufu~ I hope that’ll make you happy~

*Cling*

You start struggling. 

Azusa: It’ll be...okay...Just leave it...up to me...Ugh...

*Shatter*

Azusa: Ugh...Nn...Keep still...Eve...Come on...You can’t do that...Ugh!

*Thud*

Azusa: Haah...Fufu~ Like this, you can no longer move, can you? Ooh...But I can no longer use the knife like this...Hm...What to do...? Ah! Right!

He leans in close.

Azusa: Instead, I’ll give you this pain...which you’ve loved for so long...Haahn...

Azusa bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Nn...Haah...Delicious...Eve’s blood...I wonder if it’s because...you enjoy pain...?

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: In that case...I’ll make it hurt even more, okay? By doing so...You get to feel even better...and I get to...savor more of your...delicious blood...It’s basically a two-for-one deal (1), right...? Fufu~

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Haah...Well then, this place is up next...Your ear...

He bites you again.

Azusa: ...Hm? Mm...What’s wrong, Eve? Don’t look at me...like that. Rest...asssured. I’ll make sure to give you pain...just like you wish...Not from your earlobe but...right here...if I suck from the upper part...I’m sure it’ll hurt. 

Your eyes widen in horror. 

Azusa: Come on...Relax. Then my fangs can...sink into you and...give you pain...from inside...

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Nn...Hah...

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Mm...

*Shatter*

Azusa: Haah...Nn...Mmh...Haah, haah...Seeing you have a hard time...Somehow made me feel good too...Fufu...Fufufu~ It looks as if I almost punctured a hole through your ear...In that case...Let’s put a pretty accessory in here. To symbolize that...I was the one who pierced these...Shall we give it a name too? Like Justin and Christina...Say? Don’t you like the sound of that? Fufufu~ 

*Rustle*

Azusa: Haahn...Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mmh...Nn...

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Haah...It’s my turn next, okay...? 

Azusa moves away.

Azusa: Come on, hurt me with this knife...Give me a new kind of pain...I’m begging you.

*Cling*

Azusa: ...Eve? What’s wrong? Hm...Come on, stand...

Ruki enters the kitchen.

Ruki: It has been awfully rowdy in here. What are you doing?

Azusa: Oh...Ruki.

He walks over.

Ruki: Haah...Care explain this to me? Livestock, explain. I should have ordered you to prepare our dinner? 

You frown.

Ruki: From the looks of it, rather than actually preparing the food, all you did was make a mess of our kitchen. You truly are hopeless. Can you not even prepare a single meal without messing up? Haah...Show me your hands.

You hesitate.

Ruki: Show me your hands, I said!

You present him your hands.

Ruki: This is your punishment.

*SMACK*

Azusa: Ah! Wait, Ruki...I’m the one one who...!

*SMACK*

Azusa: Ugh...Ah...

Ruki: Azusa, do not interfere.

Azusa: I’m the one...who got in the way of her cooking so punish me too...

Ruki: Cannot do. You simply want to feel the pain, no?

Azusa: Oh...

Ruki: Regardless of the circumstances, the fact she ignored the orders given by her master remains unchanged. I need to punish her. Azusa. You restrain her, okay?

Azusa: ...Eh?

Ruki: Hurry up.

Azusa: Understood...

Azusa keeps your arms behind your back.

*Rustle*

Azusa: Keep still, okay? Eve...

Ruki: That works. Livestock, I shall tame you right now. You should be grateful. Hmph.

You shiver in fear.

Ruki: Good grief...I can’t believe you would ignore your duties behind your Master’s back, only to indulge in your own selfish pleasures. You are quite the livestock. ...Hm? Are these fang marks Azusa’s? In that case, to start things off, I shall suck from this nape...

*Rustle*

Ruki: Mmh...Nn...

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: Don’t move. It makes it hard to suck.

*Sluuurp*

You continue writhing around. 

Ruki: Tsk. Livestock. I told you to keep still! ...Azusa, keep her in check.

Azusa: Mmh...

Ruki: I cannot believe you can’t even simply stand still and keep quiet...

*RIIIIIP*

Ruki: Seems like I will have to be a little more strict with my training. To ensure your body actually remembers. You can decide where I shall punish you next. Your throat? Or perhaps, your shoulder? Come on, choose. 

You keep quiet.

Ruki: Good grief...To think you are this foolish, it almost seems refreshing. Show me your hands one more time. Hurry up.

*Rustle*

Ruki: Hmph. The whip has left clear marks behind. I’m sure it must sting painfully? 

You nod.

Ruki: In that case...I shall add onto said pain even more. Like this...

*Rustle*

Ruki bites your hand. 

*Sluuuurp*

Ruki: Mmh...Hah...Fufu...Those are lovely sounds...Cry out more!

You collapse but Azusa catches you in his arms.

*Rustle*

Azusa: ...Oh! Eve...? Are you okay...? I wonder if it simply felt too good...? Hey.

Ruki: Oi. 

*Smack*

Ruki: Wake up. ...You’re gravely mistaken if you think your punishment ends here. Oi, Azusa. You join in too.

Azusa: Ah...Are you sure?

Ruki: Hmph. It’d be more effective if the two of us discipline her simultaneously. Help me out.

Azusa: Mmh...Gotcha. Eve...This time...I’ll give you pain too...Are you happy? No...You obviously are, aren’t you? 

Ruki: You should accept your penalty, admitting to the crime you have committed towards your Master.

Azusa: In that case...I’ll go for this...shoulder. You like it here, Eve...Don’t you?

Ruki: Fufufu...Try your best to remain conscious, okay?

Azusa bites your shoulder.

Azusa: Mmh...

*Sluuurp*

Azusa: Nn...Ah...

*Rustle*

Azusa: Eve...? Does it feel good? ...You ahead...You can lean against me more...By doing so...My fangs can sink in...even deeper.

Ruki: Livestock. Open your eyes. Watch closely. At these wedges (2) piercing through your own wrist. 

Ruki bites her as well.

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Eve...Feel my fangs too...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Azusa: Mmh...Ah...You want...more and more...right? This shouldn’t be...nearly enough to satisfy you...

Ruki: Azusa...Give it to her harder, and deeper. Despite her cries, that’s what this woman desires. I can tell.

Azusa: Mmh. I know. ...I’ll give it you as you wish, okay? After all...Eve’s desire...is my desire as well...Haahn...

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Nn...

Ruki: Your sweet blood is spreading inside my mouth...Mmh...You sure know how to entice a man. 

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Haah...Hah...Eve...You’re so pretty...Dyed in this deep crimson blood...Mmh.

*Smooch*

Azusa: See? My lips are bright red too, aren’t they? Fufufu~ We match~

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: Ah...It’s okay...Don’t worry about getting dirty?

*Rustle*

Azusa: Oh...You’ve got bite marks all over you...I bet it hurts a lot...Mmh. Oh. I suppose I shouldn’t be too rough with you, right? 

Ruki: Oi, Azusa. She’s a nosy woman, but it’d be troublesome if she becomes unable of saying anything. 

Azusa: Mmh. I know. 

*Rustle rustle*

Azusa: I’ll be careful, okay?

*Rustle*

Ruki: Well then...Next up, I’ll do it from behind like this. Let me engrave a pentalty into your nape. Haha...Have you even lost the energy to muster up a response? Good grief...You really always crave to be punished, don’t you? Being too greedy is problematic as well.

Azusa: Hey, Eve...Look at me...Okay? You’ve been looking at...Ruki this whole time, haven’t you? I have the right to make you mine as well...So...Please? I’ll give you...more and more pain...See? Like this...

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Nn...Mmh...

Ruki: Do not let Azusa’s words sway you. In the end, you are still my livestock. I am the one you should prioritize. 

Azusa: ...I won’t lose either, Ruki!

Ruki: As you wish. Fufufu...

Azusa: Say, Eve? We are two of the same kind. Therefore...I will give you everything...your heart desires...

Ruki: Heh. Aren’t you rather desperate, Azusa? It is rather uncommon for you to get this worked up. 

Azusa: Because she is the one thing...I don’t want to hand over, not even to you...That’s why...

Ruki: Heh. I see. In that case, I shouldn’t sit still either. ...Oi, Livestock. Drown in me more. Mmh...Nn...

Azusa: Me too...! ...Hey, Eve? You can...have high hopes, okay? Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Azusa: Mmn...Nn...

Ruki: I am sure this situation is all you’ve ever dreamt of, isn’t it? Well, go ahead and enjoy it to the fullest. After all, you are a woman who feels joy from being pinned down. We still have plenty of time. I shall show you a kind of pleasure you have yet to ever experience.

Azusa: Eve...I will give it my all as well...Until you are thoroughly satisfied, okay?

Ruki: Hahaha...You are in luck. Seems like your punishment is still far from over.

The door closes.

*Creaaaak*

*Thud*

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Azusa uses the expression いいことづくし or ‘ii-koto-zukushi’ which literally means ‘all sorts of good things/joyful happenings’. 

(2) I’m not sure why Ruki refers to his fangs as 楔 or ‘kusabi’ (wedge) here but I suppose they have a somewhat similar shape.

[imagine-loki]

Yes Mistress

TITLE: Yes Mistress CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 30 AUTHOR: angryowlet ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after a heated argument with Thor, Loki turns himself into a woman out of spite.  RATING: Mature/Explicit NOTES/WARNINGS: NSFW, This is a F/F BDSM relationship. If that’s not your cup of tea, don’t drink it. The events in this fic take place before the first Thor movie.

SORRY AGAIN FOR THE LATE UPDATE!!! Gonna try for once a month, but I have a lot going on irl at the moment. I am once again gainfully employed and I hope to be moving soon, so it might be once every two months.

Also on AO3

“Um, Mistress? This wasn't exactly what I had in mind.” Sanna said, sucking at her fingers.

“Are you complaining Pet?” Loki purred.

“No Mistress! Not at all. What was this called again?” Sanna licked the last of it from her hand.

“Chocolate. One of Midgard’s greatest achievements.” Loki flashed a grin as she bit into another piece.

They were lounging on one of the sunken ledges in the bathing pool, Sanna straddling her Mistress’s lap. A decanter sat nearby, already half emptied. They each sipped the sweet, potent wine from a shared goblet. Sanna’s skin felt softer than she could ever remember it being. Her Mistress had added scented oils and a handful of other things to the bath while the pool had filled. The water had turned a milky white, dotted here and there by floating pink and red rose petals.

Between the heat of the water and the wine, Sanna was feeling very relaxed.

“Open.”

Loki popped another of the decadent treats into her Pet’s waiting mouth. The golden box sat open on the edge of the bathing pool by the decanter, the trailing end of it’s matching gold ribbon just barely avoiding the water.

“Mmh!” Sanna finished chewing and swallowed. “There was something inside this one. Tasted like fruit of some kind, and a sweet syrup.”

Loki was busy selecting a piece filled with coconut for herself.

“That was a sort of candied cherry, Pet. This particular box has a bit of everything in it. It was a gift from a mortal acquaintance of mine. The poor wretch. He’s nearly desperate to bed me. The giving expensive gifts is a common courtship ritual on Midgard too, and he can afford to be quite lavish.” Loki bit delicately into the chocolate. Closing her eyes and savoring it. “Mmm… I had considered stringing him along, just for the fun of it, but he no longer interest me.”

“Really? What made you change your mind, Mistress?” Sanna sipped at the wine, enjoying the combination of flavors and the rush of alcohol speeding through her blood.

“Isn’t that obvious Pet?” Loki asked, eyes still closed.

“You mean… Oh.” Sanna felt a blush flood past her already heated cheeks and spread. Emboldened by drink, she bit her lip and looked at her Mistress’s face. “I suppose that is something we should discuss.”

One eye popped open, “Discuss?” Then the other, “What do you mean by discuss, Pet?”

“Well– I mean– If you…” Sanna paused, searching for the right words. “If you wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn’t try to stop you. A man, I mean. I know I don’t have, um, the same… It would be different and I’d be fine with it if you did, is what I’m trying to say,” the words had come tumbling out in a rush.

Loki sat back, elbows resting against the edge of the pool, “Pet are you trying to tell me that you would be completely fine with me having sex with a man?”

“If– If you wanted to, yes,” Sanna stammered.

“I think I already know the answer, but have you ever seen a man and a woman having sex?” Loki asked.

“Well, no.” Sanna’s blush now ran from the crown of her head down to her chest. “But I did see one of our neighbor’s sons with his hand up their dairy maid’s skirt behind a stall at the market in the village. She was giggling and kissing his neck. I left before they saw me.”

“I see.” Loki drummed her fingers on the edge of the pool. “I think I know how we will be spending the evening, Pet.”

“Mistress?”

__________________________________________________________

  The moans from the couple on the bed echoed around the room. Their naked, sweaty bodies writhing together, always making sure to keep their limbs out of the way of their audience.

“Are all Midgardians like this Mistress?” Sanna watched the couple’s efforts from the comfort and safety of her Mistress’s arms.

Loki had discarded her robe and was propped up against the mound of pillows on the bed. Sanna lay back against her, hips nestled between her Mistress’s legs. They were watching a holographic projection of one of the many sex acts Loki had recorded during her trips to Midgard. The data cube it was projected from sat at the foot of the bed. The mortal man and woman were holographically projected onto the bed itself. Sanna could almost feel it shaking from their activities.

“Not all, Pet.” Loki had her arms wrapped around the girl and used the opportunity to cup her breasts, teasing and tugging at her still aching nipples. “Remember, we were in a sex club. A gathering place for like minded people who enjoy this kind of thing. They knew they were being recorded and loved having an audience,” she added with a smirk.

“Yes, I see,” Sanna said distractedly.

She was mesmerized by their actions. The grunts of the man, the Master. The moans and encouraging whispers coming from the woman, his thrall. The wet slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh as he held her down by a hand around her throat and thrust his cock into her over and over again. Sanna shifted slightly, trying to ease the ache starting between her own legs.

“Do you like what you see, Pet?” her Mistress whispered in her ear.

“I, um, I don’t know. It feels kind of, odd watching them. Naughty. Like we’re not supposed to be doing this.”

It wasn’t so much the act itself, as it was the taboo of watching them. Of seeing something that was so private being projected at the foot of the bed that was making her wet.

“Do you want to stop?” One of Loki’s hands had been slowly creeping down to cup her Pet’s mound.

“N-No, Mistress!” Sanna opened her legs without realizing it. “I can’t seem to make myself look away.”

“I promise you, they’d be delighted to hear that.” She stroked a finger through the girl’s folds, finding her wet. “You seem to be delighted too.” Loki brought the finger to her mouth and licked her Pet’s slick from it.

“I…”

Just then the man had pulled his cock out of the woman and turned her over on the bed. He positioned her to face them, pressing her head down to the bed as he lifted her hips into the air and entered her again, making her moan loudly. Something flashed in the light between them and caught Sanna’s attention.

“Mistress? Um, what, ah, what is that on her backside?”

“No on Pet, in. Her Master has her wear a jeweled plug inside her ass. Do you remember the chapter in the book on anal sex?” At Sanna’s nod Loki continued, “The plug is to keep that opening stretched and ready for her Master’s use which, if my memory of this night is correct, he will do shortly. She also wears it when they are apart, as a symbol of her devotion to him. It’s easily hidden under clothing the way her collar and cuffs are not. Much like the rope I had you wear today, it is a physical representation of his power over her. Power that she willingly gives to him. Do you understand?”

Sanna was silent for a moment, mulling over this new information. She hadn’t read the chapter on anal sex closely. She hadn’t felt it applied to their situation. But now, the idea of it was flooding her mind.

“Pet?” Loki prompted.

“Is that… Is that something you’d like to do with me, Mistress?” She was still watching the couple on the bed, fascinated by the glimpses of the jewel.

“Do you mean the plug?”

“Yes.”

“I had something else in mind for you Pet, but if you are interested in wearing a plug I wouldn’t object. It’s something we’d have to work up to over time. It can be painful –and not in a pleasant way– if rushed. Would you like to think about it? Perhaps read the book again?”

“Yes Mistress. I’d like to think about it.” She licked her lips.

Loki resumed softly stroking Sanna’s folds and caressing her breasts. She leaned down to nibble her neck and whisper in her ear.

“I did notice that you left it off all three columns of your list, Pet. I meant to ask you about it when the time was right. I didn’t know if it was something you were particularly fearful of, or if you were disgusted by it. It can be quite pleasurable when done correctly, and by someone who knows how.”

Loki’s fingers sought out Sanna’s clit and began to circle it, teasing at her wet flesh.

“I… I heard what you said.” Sanna looked up at her Mistress, “When I was in your bedchamber the day we met. You hadn’t noticed me yet. You were so angry Mistress. Just before you changed your form into a woman’s. I heard the word ‘argr’ and I didn’t want to upset you again so I…”

“You left off all references to anal sex so I wouldn’t be upset? Oh Pet. What ever did I do to deserve you?” Loki leaned down and kissed her deeply. That odd pain in her chest was back.

Loud whimpers drew their attention back to the foot of the bed and the projected couple. Loki’s memory of the night was correct. The Master had eased the plug out of his thrall’s ass and was replacing it with his cock. The plug was larger than Sanna had expected. The woman made a keening noise and grasped at the bed, staring at them.

“She’s watching you, Pet.” Loki indicated the mortal on the bed. “Open your legs wide and let her see you. Show her what a good thrall you are.”

Sanna shifted to open her legs wider and her Mistress grasped the backs of her knees and placed them on the outside of her own. Sanna couldn’t close her legs now if she tried. She was trapped. Open and exposed. Part of her mind knew the mortals couldn’t see her, the other part was thrilled. A fresh rush of slick coated her Mistress’s fingers.

“Oh! I see you like having an audience too, Pet. Shall we show the mortals what a filthy little hóra you are? I think you need something more than my fingers in your hungry kunta, don’t you?”

A green flash of seidr covered Loki’s hand and she was holding a vibrator. The same one that had made Sanna squirt in the sitting room days before. She whimpered when her Mistress held it up for her to see.

“It’s going to give you pleasure, Pet. Give it a kiss in return.” Loki put it to her lips and Sanna pressed a kiss into it’s fake flesh. “Good girl.”

Loki flicked a finger over the controls and turned it on, rubbing it first over her Pet’s folds, twisting and turning the vibrator to get it wet before pressing it into her clit.

Sanna was soon panting, “Mistress? Please?”

“Please what Pet? Use your words and tell me what you want.”

“I want– I want it inside me! Please?” Sanna begged, the couple at the foot of the bed momentarily forgotten.

“Inside you where?” Loki nibbled at her neck and squeezed one of her Pet’s breasts hard.

“In– In my pussy! Please?”  The ache in her core was building, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Are you going to cum for me like a good little hóra if I let you have it?” Loki turned up the level of vibration but kept it firmly pressed against her Pet’s clit.

“Yes! Please Mistress?" Sanna whimpered, eyes closed.

"As you wish.”

Loki slid the vibrator down and inside her Pet. Sanna shrieked and shivered when her Mistress rubbed it over that spot again and again. Her eyes flashed open when an echoing shriek came from the foot of the bed. The forgotten mortals were nearing their own end.

The Master was fingering his thrall’s pussy and clit while he fucked her ass. The mortal woman came shuddering, slack jawed, eyes unfocused. The Master followed a second later with a loud groan. He pulled out and turned the woman so their audience could see her dripping pussy and his seed leaking from her ass. He replaced the plug, patting it gently and making her twitch in her stupor.

The recording ended itself but they took no notice.

Her Mistress had turned the vibrator to it’s highest setting. Watching the mortals combined with the feeling of it shaking deep inside of her was enough to push Sanna over the edge. She came gasping, a strangled cry caught in her throat.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” Loki pressed kisses to Sanna’s temple and turned down the vibrator without taking it out.

Sanna continued to convulse around it, caught up in the aftershocks of her orgasm. As her breathing returned to normal, her Mistress eased the vibrator out and held it up.

“You’re the one who got it all messy. Lick it clean, Pet.”

Sanna opened her mouth and began to give the vibrator little, tentative licks. Her Mistress pushed the tip into her mouth and Sanna instinctively sucked at it.

“Mmm… Good girl. When you’re finished with that, I have more work for your mouth tonight.”

[hi-i-love-u-bitch]

Truly Prince Charming

I got inspired by this picture here by @secondus which was inspired by this headcannon by @pastel-virgil . Please ENJOY!!!

Patton was in the kitchen humming a cheerful tune as he moved around the kitchen to gather the ingredients, he needed to make dinner. He was thinking spaghetti with meatballs, maybe some garlic bread to and a side salad dish just so Logan wouldn’t start ranting about how a meal needs to be well balanced and not just full of starch and protein. Though maybe he was right? Patton had started to notice himself getting a bit softer around his sides, which he didn’t know was possible since he was only a figment of Thomas’s imagination. Even so, perhaps Patton should cut back on the extra snacking?

Before he thoughts could trail any further down that rabbit hole Patton was swept off his feet and twirled around. Patton yelped in surprise, wrapping his arms around the culprit’s neck for support, who he now noticed was Roman. The princely side sang merrily as he twirled and danced with Patton carried in his arms like a princess.

“I’ve been dreaming of a true loves kiss!”

Patton blushed, squealing in delight as Roman continued to dance them around the kitchen with the ease and grace of a Disney prince. Patton always loved when Roman did this, it made him feel like he was flying while also being held close, so freeing and warm. As the song came to a close Roman leaned his forehead against Patton’s, adoration in his eyes and a large grin stretching across his lips.

“What are you doing, dear heart?”

Patton’s face was still flushed red and he couldn’t help the giggle that escaped from his lips, “I was trying to make dinner.”

“Oh,” Roman said innocently as he nuzzled against the side of Patton’s face “and what’s on the menu today, my dearest?”

“Spaghetti,” Patton squealed, legs kicking up as he squirmed in delight “and some garlic bread with a salad.”

“Mmh, good choice with the salad, keeping Logan’s nagging to a minimum.” Roman hummed, running the tip of his nose up and down the side of Patton’s cheek.

“Be nice, Ro,” Patton scolded, though it wasn’t very affective with his face so red as he tried to calm down his laughter “uh, can I come down now? I need to start on dinner.”

“Depends,” Roman purred, snuggling Patton closer to his chest “may I be so bold as to ask for a kiss first?”

Patton giggled, amused by the creative side’s antics, “You may.”

Roman did not hesitate as he leaned forward and planted a sweet, passionate kiss upon Patton’s lips. Patton chuckled softly against Roman’s mouth, raising a hand to cup the side of his prince’s face. Roman apparently took this opportunity to angle his head for a much deeper kiss, causing the fatherly side to squeak in surprise but very soon melted into it. He found himself chasing after Roman’s lips as the creative side slowly pulled back with a chuckle before diving in once more for another kiss. Then another and another, moving from Patton’s lips to his cheeks to his nose to his eyelids. Patton’s face flushed deeply, continuing to squeal and giggle as Roman peppered every inch of his face with kisses.

“Romaaaan!” Patton whined through gentle laughter “I have to finish dinneeeer!”

“Mmh, just a few more, I promise, my love.” Roman murmured softly against his skin.

“You always say that,” Patton squealed, half heartedly pushing against Roman’s shoulders “then we’re here for thirty minutes.”

“Fine, but only because you’re cute.” Roman pouted, planting one last kiss on Patton’s fore head before carefully placing the moral side back on his feet. But Patton had only a moment to breath before Roman hugged him from behind and began to trail kisses up his neck. Patton laughed and squirmed under his boyfriend’s hold, trying in vain to swat him away. “Romaaaan!”

“What? I put you down like you asked,” Roman chuckled, planting a long dramatic kiss against Patton’s cheek before finally letting go “but I guess since there’s still more work to be done I shall spare you from my affection…for now.”

Patton snorted, hands on his cheeks as they rubbed against his burning face, “Well, I mean you could always stay and help? If we can get things done faster, I may be compelled to give you a reward.”

Roman smirked, raising a perfectly arched brow at him, “A reward you say? My, my, how that is tempting, may I ask what kind of reward?”

Patton said nothing, merely giggled as he leaned forward to cup Roman’s face and plant a deep yet passionate kiss against his lips. Roman melted immediately, practically swooning, and Patton couldn’t help the swell of pride when he pulled away and saw Roman’s lips chasing after him. Patton smiled sweetly, admiring the dazed look in Roman’s eyes as his lips turned upward into a wide grin.

“My, that is a quite a grand reward,” Roman hummed happily “I accept your offer.”

Patton could only giggle in response.

---

Logan was having a very difficult week, scheduling and rescheduling all of Thomas’s important events this month, helping plan and edit videos, as well as helping reorganize and clean the house. Logan was exhausted but he was determined to not let it happen again and had set about outlining a new and even better schedule for next month. Of course, that seemed to take up even more of his time and brain power but even with his drooping eyes and pulsing headache at the back of his head he was too stubborn to stop until he had finished.

Logan had been walking to the kitchen to put on another pot of coffee while looking over his daily planer and scribbling notes ever now and then. He was much to focus on his task that he hardly noticed the tiptoeing closer behind him until it was too late and he was lifted into the air like a newly wed bride. Logan yelped in surprise, accidently dropping his planer and pen to grab on tightly to his offender’s broad shoulders for fear he’d fall. After his shock and dizziness wore down a bit it only took a moment of spinning for Logan to properly pinpoint who it was.

“Roman!” Logan squawked, face flushed red.

“Hello my dear Spock!” Roman replied with a wide mischievous grin.

“Put me down immediately!” Logan squeaked, trying to squirm out of Roman’s hold.

Logan didn’t get flustered very easily but for some reason this never failed to make the logical side a sputtering blushing mess. Of course, when Roman found this out he used it to his advantage to surprise attack his nerdy boyfriend with love and affection. Not that Logan didn’t secretly enjoy the attention (though he would never in a million years confess that to Roman) but it also made him feel silly and unprofessional. He needed to be taken seriously, damn it, and he could not achieve that by being twirled around like some dainty princess!

“Mmh, no can-do Specs,” Roman smirked, though his eyes held a serious tone to them “you were fairly close to passing out there.”

“Falsehood,” Logan said with a stubborn pout “I feel perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, which is why you were tipping forward without noticing,” Roman said with a raised eyebrow “when was the last time you slept Lo?”

Logan had to think a moment, brain still too sluggish and slow due to lack of caffeine, “I woke up this morning so…last night I suppose.”

“Logan that was three days ago.” Roman said with a deadpan expression.

Logan’s cheeks flushed a deeper scarlet as he avoided making eye contact with the princely side “A…slight miscalculation.”

“Logan what time is it?” Roman asked with a frown.

Again, Logan took a moment to think, “Eight thirty P.M.?”

“Love,” Roman said slowly, chin gesturing towards the clock on the wall “its three in the morning.”

And so, it was, Logan blushed once more, pretty sure at this point that all his blood has redirected itself to his face. Okay, so maybe Logan had gotten a bit carried away with the whole planning ahead thing but that still left another question to be asked.

“Why are you up at three A.M., Roman?”

And just for a moment Logan thinks he’s gotten the upper hand but soon falls flat, “I heard somebody stumbling out of their room and went to investigate in case they had gotten themselves hurt. I followed you just in case you fell down the stairs but thankfully you didn’t and thankfully I was there when you did eventually fall.”

Once more, Logan was left a blushing sputtering mess, how unprofessional of him to act so irresponsibly and clumsy. But before he could descend down a spiral of self-loathing Roman kissed the top of his head and smiled at him in that soft, tender way that filled Logan with so much love and adoration. “Let’s go to bed, my shining star.”

Logan was pretty sure he had a ridiculous goofy smile spread across his face but he didn’t really mind, though that was most likely due to his exhaustion. And it was because of his exhaustion that Logan chose to boldly lean forward and capture his prince’s lips in a sleepy, soft kiss. Roman had momentarily been taken aback by his boyfriend’s sudden boldness but was quick to redeem himself and return with his own gentle, lazy kisses.

They pulled apart slowly, Logan’s eyes closed in content as Roman kissed over them softly, gently humming a soothing toon. He slowly crouched down to pick up Logan’s book and pen, never once putting down the bespectacled side for fear he might jolt him into full awareness and Roman would never get him to sleep. Logan wrapped his arms firmly around his prince’s neck, nuzzling into the crook of Roman’s neck as he carried him up the stairs and into his room where they both continued to snuggle under the covers.

---

Contrary to popular belief Virgil actually enjoyed physical affection, the problem being was that he had no idea how to ask for it. For as long as he could remember he had always been the “bad guy” and had taken to keeping at arm’s length from everybody else. But then there was that whole redemption arc with Thomas accepting him as his anxiety and as a part of himself which in turn lead to another conversation afterwards when he left the sides to their own devices. Turns out that they actually liked Virgil, a lot, and not just in the friendly way.

He was surprised of course, because he had never in his life thought that they would return his feelings which he had kept hidden for years, but they did and the overwhelming emotions that followed after caused him to be, surprise, surprise, anxious. They helped comfort them and assured him that they didn’t need to be anything more then friends if he so choose. But of course, Virgil did want to me something more than friends but he wanted to take it slow and they all agreed.

So, now they were here, having found each other’s comfort level both physically and emotionally but communication was still a bit iffy. He knew the others weren’t mind readers, regardless of being projections of Thomas is consciousness, and Virgil knows he should try a bit harder but sometimes it was difficult to ask for hugs and kisses and snuggles without sounding ridiculous. Which would lead to moments like these where Virgil would aimlessly walk around the mindscape hoping to bump into one of his boyfriends and maybe, just maybe, they’d initiate some sort of physical affection so that he wouldn’t have to.

But of course, just because he had been wanting it does not mean he had been expecting to be lifted off the ground and spun around like a damsel in distress. He knew it was Roman as soon as he heard the telltale sign of some romantic Disney song being sung, because the princely side was cheesy that way. Vigil haphazardly hissed and kicked at Roman while also grabbing onto the material of his princely outfit so as not to fall off. Between the options of fight or flight when surprised Virgil more often then not chose fight which has led to the rest of the group to have really good dodging reflexes.

“Hey there Hot Topic.” Roman chuckled, spinning finally coming to a stop opting to rub his cheek against the emo side.

“Roman, you ass, put me down!” Virgil growled, face flushed as he half heartedly tried to shove Roman’s face away from his.

Roman turned his face towards Virgil’s palm and kissed it which cause the emo man to hiss in embarrassment and pull away, reveling a Cheshire cat grin from the prince. “Now why would I do that?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll kick your ass!” Virgil snapped, though it was a hollow threat, Virgil was hardly strong enough to take on Roman who went out adventuring almost on the daily.

“Hmm, I’d like to see that actually happen, my little storm cloud,” Roman teased, kissing the tip of Virgil’s nose who squeaked and pulled his hands back to cover his face, though he still glared at the prince. “but if you so happen to be in a merciful mood, I have a Disney marathon set up in the living room we can distract ourselves with until our darling heart and nerd get back from helping Thomas. What do you say?”

Virgil will forever deny that he pouted as he turned away in seeming annoyance so as to think over the offer. “If I agree, are you gunna put me down anytime soon?”

“Nope.” Roman smiled, loudly popping the “p” in the word as he nuzzled against Virgil’s neck.

Virgil squealed and squirmed against Roman’s affection, trying desperately to conceal the giggle that threatened to escape from his lips. Sometimes Virgil forgets that it’s okay to let down his wall every once in a while, not always having to be this dark and scary figure. Especially, with Roman, they had a rockiest relationship before all of this and sometimes that still peeked through every now and again. But they were getting through it, bit by bit, they still bickered constantly but now it seemed to be more playful than anything else.

“Is this okay?” Roman asked, suddenly very serious, which once more caught Virgil by surprise.

“Y-yeah, why?” Virgil said curiously, face still dusted pink by Roman’s earlier affection.

“I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” Roman said honestly and Virgil’s heart practically melted at his sincerity “I know how difficult it is for you to talk about these sorts of things but the last thing I want is to push you past you comfort zone. So, if you really want me to put you down I-”

“No!” Virgil said much too quickly, wrapping his arms tightly against Roman’s neck and curling into himself “I-I mean…I don’t mind, it’s…nice.”

Roman smiled again, this time warm and soft and full of love, “May I kiss you?”

“It’s not like you need to ask.” Virgil said, mumbling against the princely side’s chest. Roman chuckled, moving Virgil higher up in his arms so that they were now faced to face, “I know, but I would still like to hear an answer.”

“Yeah.” Virgil whispered softly, cheeks flushed as Roman gently pressed his lips over his. It was soft and warm and passionate and everything Virgil loved about Roman, his idiot prince.

Roman had carried Virgil all the way to the living room, not once letting him go as promised, and plopped down on the couch with Virgil draped across his lap. Virgil half heartedly rolled his eyes, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips, as Roman grabbed the remote and pressed play on their first movie. As Snow White began to sing into the wishing well Virgil started to relax, leaning back to tuck his head under Roman’s chin who responded by draping his arm across Virgil’s shoulders and bring him in closer. Virgil smiled softly, basking in the radiating warmth of his prince as the melodic sound of Disney played in the background.

[limitedrevolverworks]

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“Aaand that’s about it. What’s your verdict, Doctor Sakuramiya?”

You’ve never really been the kind of person to bite your nail nervously, but that’s what your body resorts to in a futile attempt to feel at ease during the tense pause that follows your recounting of this afternoon’s earlier events. Funny that... you’ve always found the concept of parents who feel envy towards their children nonsensical, yet here you are now, wishing you could brush off a serious talk like this on a mere whim. Wishing Tomoyo was the one talking your ear off about this super duper cute drawing of a dinosaur a kid at her kindergarten school drew or something like that, instead of silently pondering on your exposed weaknesses.

If there’s a silver lining to take solace from, it is that going over your talk with Kyouya has significantly cleared your head up. Not completely, no, but there’s a concrete difference between a tangled mess of threads and a neatly rolled yarn ball. You’re still far from coming up with an answer to the question you’ve posed yourself - what to do about Kyouya’s situation, okay, but you’ve stopped feeling like punching holes through a wall to relieve your stress. That’s gotta be something, right?

“Mmmmh! Alright, I got it.”

Calm down, woman! Sit up straight any faster and they’d have to unscrew your head from the ceiling. Aaah, can’t help it, can you? Even sitting seiza-style on the couch and all. It’d be quite a scene for anyone entering now, but fate has decided to be merciful for the first time today and let you hear your friend’s pearl of wisdom without impediments. Insert dramatic drumroll here...

“You... are definitely overthinking things.”

“Ah?”

That’s it? is what you’d be yelling at your innocent phone, if you weren’t too busy being paralyzed by sheer disbelief that the friend you trusted so much to solve your own problems for you would betray you with such nonsense.

“Himawari-chan... you always, always do that. ‘I messed up badly! It’s my fault for being selfish!’... Having thoughts like these is so like you! Worrying that you didn’t care enough just means you cared a little too much.”

Too much...? No, that made no sense at all! It was your fault! You were too caught up in your selfish projections to notice what was actually going on with your kid, right?! Otherwise you wouldn’t be so worried about what you should do or even if you should do nothing to ensure his well-being and... oh. Oh.

“See? That’s a mother for you~! Thinking of her children even while preoccupied with herself.”

“But... b-but...!”

“No buts, you big silly crybaby!”

Who’s cry---oh, you are crying. Sniffling like a real infant, at that, and you didn’t notice until someone else pointed it out for you - over the phone, to boot! Ooh, that stings even more than the tears reddening your eyes.

“Whaddo I dooden...”

“Well, you should know already! Look, the only question you should be asking yourself now is: do you love Kyouya?”

“‘Ccouse I doo!” Don’t yell just because nobody’s in the house to listen to you, Miss Lawyer.

“There you go then! Just follow your heart and tell him your honest feelings. A mother’s job is to tell her children what to do. It’s up to the children to decide whether to listen or not. Forcing your hand is a no no! But you wouldn’t do that, would you, Mawari-chan?”

“I...” Sniff! “ I guess.”

“Yep, because the Mawari-chan I know has a rough mouth, is quick to resort to her fists and overthinks simple things a lot, but she’s also kinder than an angel.

“Oh shaddap. You fogget dis angel married a debil.”

“Naturally! Who else but an angel would have done that, after all?”

It’s a good thing Tomoyo’s laugh sounds so soothing, because yours at the moment sounds like an attempt at choking your own throat. Frankly, however? You don’t give a damn. You’re alone in your living room wearing a mask made of your own tears, bu the laughter you’re sharing with your dear, dear friend is the most genuine you’ve had since what feels like forever, and it seems to last just as long.

“Feel better?”

“Mhm, yeah. Thanks, Tomo. I knew it was a good idea to bother you.”

“There’s nothing bothersome about hearing from my cherished friend Mawari-chan. Well...”

“Just a little bit, right? Sorry, I swear I’m gonna make up for it somehow. I owe you at least that much.”

It’s easy to imagine Tomoyo shaking her head with that tranquil smile of hers on the other side of the conversation. You’ve witnessed it up front too many times to miss the cue even when you’re so far apart.

“It’s fine, Mawari-chan. If you really feel like repaying this non-existent debt of yours, make it so that your next call will be to deliver some great news, okay?”

Listen to her, the woman who has the gall to call people other than herself angels. That she hasn’t married yet is just proof that nobody’s a great enough match for her. It’s only fair that you spend the long, long remainder of the call listening to whatever her brats have kept her so peppy about, and by the time you’re exchanging your heartfelt goodbyes, you feel rejuvenated. Looking in the mirror, after you’ve rinsed your face at the end of it all, you don’t see the weight of a billion doubts dragging your eyes down. It’s just you, the mother of your son, newly reminded that the world hasn’t ended just because of a difficult development in the latter’s life.

Nice timing too, because by the time you’ve gotten back to the living room, you find a portion of the floor in the middle of getting devoured by a miasmatic agglomeration from whence emit two ethereal protrusions most darkly. Your fingers curl into fists filled with empty air and determination that increase with each layer of unreality stripped away by the two shapes which, eventually, are revealed to be your Valdios VonVermillion, your husband dearest, with his pale hand placed atop the shoulder of your son Kyouya.

“A moist boon to the eyes parched by visions most dry: my beloved, I make my return to our humble abode with the dearly spawn of our bond.”

With a grandiose flourish, his mantle dissipates the tangible traces of obscurity that still cling to his gaudy suit and your child’s much more modest clothes, after which he takes a single step back that bears the significance of a thousand. That something is amiss is only made more evident by the fact that Kyouya’s cherubine visage is marred by the slightest hint of unease. Oh, how admirable your little boy seems, when he steps forward in such bold yet humble fashion! It’s obvious that, in the face of his intention to speak, you can only seal your lips and block the words that had been brewing behind them.

You squat in front of him instead: your eyes are more or less at the same level. There’s an unspoken agreement between the two of you already, as if the both of you feel aware that you spent the better portion of this afternoon reaching something resembling a mutual conclusion you can agree upon. Now, you have but to vocalize it.

“Hi, Kyouya.”

“Hello, mom. I thought a bit about that thing we talked about in the car.”

“Me too, actually.”

“I see.”

He casts his eyes down. Following them, you spot the fingers curled so tightly around the hem of his uniform, they might break their carefully painted nails anytime now. It’s a vision that speaks a lot more sincerely than the trademark smile unsupported by the gravity of his gaze. You can’t stop yourself from placing your own palms atop of his, and having a sincere smile waiting for when he raises his head again, so he can take some cues from it and reinforce his own. Looks like it worked just fine, even if his eyes seem ever so slightlty damp.

“I have decided to redefine the priorities of the group a bit. I think that it would be too dangerous to let things go back to how they were before it formed... I really do think that forming our group was a good thing! So from now on, we’ll try to steer clear of questionable activities and try to focus on stay on the clear side of things. Would... that be fine by you?”

It’s a wonder how you could have doubted for a single millisecond that your boy could have turned into a terrifying stranger all of a sudden. Why, it takes a single glance to recognize him: it’s the Kyouya you’ve raised and loved ever since you heard his first cry, the kind-hearted boy who truly, almost foolishly belives in the same justice that his mother fought to protect so, so long ago.

So, Himawari, would that be fine?

“Dammit kiddo, ‘long as you don’t make the teachers and me worry like that again, you can go blow the town for all I care. Now c’mere and give your mom a hug before she changes her mind.”

Too late to escape, Kyouya! No amounts of whiny Moooom’s will save you from this sappy ex-tomboy’s deadly Cheek-to-Cheek Smooshing Technique. Not that you look as displeased as you sound... is that a tear, perhaps? Quick, wipe it away or you’ll have suffer a killer Bear Hug Combo Climax! Mmh? What’s she whispering in your ear now?

“Also, don’t blow the town please.”

“I’ll try... unless it gets filled with crooks. In that case I’ll... nononono!”

“Why, you!”

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Ah, how sweetly the stomach named heart churns as it feeds on the feastful sight of the woman who holds the beating organ hostage tickling the unripe sides of your heir. The conundrums of his plane are mysterious now as they ever were, but ever fonder you feel yourself growing for quaint little moments like these, building blocks of a magnificent castle named ‘love’... yes, you are a slave to love. You, Valdios VonVermillion, can say without a shred of doubt in your wicked soul that you would renounce your former apocalyptic self thrice again, if you were granted the chance to live but a single of this and other such droplets that make up the tumultuous ocean which your life has turned into.

Smile! Grin! Indulge! Selfishly drink of this sight and rejoice that humanity shall forever be denied a happiness that is yours and none else’s! Ah, if only, if only they were granted the misfortune of awareness! To be granted knowledge of the joys which you robbed them off with your unholy matrimony! Your wife! Your children! Your life! Treasures the likes of which would make the Seven Hells burn green with the blazing flames of envy! To live for! To die for! Yes, there is great joy even in the mere act of accepting one’s seat in the sidelines instead of sharing the spotlight with the main actors of this mushy charade! To merely add your guffaw to the merry orchestra of your woman and your child’s laughter--

“Also, making a clique was totally dad’s idea.”

“Oi.”

A-ah, tempting terror! Suave ire! Five mouths agape with silent screams dot your shoulder, where your loveliest’s digits have burrowed like the spears that torment those who sinned the sin of deception. Your reflection in her gaze is a lost soul burning in flames hotter than those belched by Lord Asmoday’s throat after partaking of a smosgasboard of Hell’s finest cooking, her grip tighter than the vises that imps use tooooouch ouch ouch the pain! The pain! The world loses all sense of self as up becomes down and where once was bone is now pitch black nothing, cursed be the wicked art of Judo and its malevolent flips! Oh, to be a devil and suffer punishment! Forgiveness dies in the throes of scorned embraces! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa not the wings! Anything but the wings! Love may be blind, but it sure knows where to press and bend to bear regret where once grew wicked delight...! Dear, please, have some mercy on your beloved half! No? Oh, okay then...

It shall be a long, blackest of nights, it would seem, to call the curtain on this tragicomedy called daily life...

[demonsonthemoon]

We Shall Rule - Chapter 3

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Comics Pairing: Platonic Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Word Count: 4822 Summary: Bucky Barnes is slowly recovering from trauma and trying to start a having a normal life once more. Then he meets Clint, a new variable that intrigues him in a way he can’t quite name. This is a story of people learning to know each others and themselves, navigating identity and relationships, overcoming trauma and trust issues. It’s a story about life.

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Bucky had an appointment with his physical therapist the next day, and came back from it utterly exhausted, falling into bed without even bothering to check whether Steve was home or not. He stared at his prosthetic fingers for a while, watching them move back and forth as he willed them to, feeling his muscles strain under the effort. The process seemed so natural, yet so alien at the same time. It made Bucky uncomfortable. He took off the heavy prosthesis before sliding into bed for a nap, cringing as he unlocked the mechanism that let it attach to his body. Even now, he had trouble adjusting his equilibrium everytime he took the arm off. His body always instinctively compensated the heavy weight of the battery and motor inside it. He put the prosthesis down on the side of his desk he kept clear for this purpose. His whole shoulder was aching after his session of exercises and his massage, and he ran his hand over the scars on his lump as he breathed through the first wave of pain.

He pulled the blanket up to his chin and closed his eyes, focusing on his heartbeat to try and not think of anything else.

He eventually fell asleep, waking up a few hours later to an ignorable throb.

He eyed the alarm clock next to his bed. It was four o'clock already and he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.

He stood up with a sigh, dejectedly looking down at his sleep-crumpled clothes and sighing. He eyed his prosthetis for a second before deciding it was too much to bother with. He wandered to the kitchen, sleep in his eyes. He could feel his body leaning sideways still. He looked into the fridge to see whether they were any leftovers lying around, even though he was the one who did most of the cooking in the house and knew perfectly well there was nothing ready-made there. Bucky was tired.

In the end, he made himself a plain sandwich with ham and cheese, wincing at the dryness of the taste as he ate. He needed to get himself together, he thought. Instead, he went back to his room, not even bothering to open the curtains or turn on the lights. He picked up his phone from his bedside table, as well as a pair of earbuds, pushed up his pillow and settled himself against it. He put the earbuds in and brought his knees close to his chest, pressing play on the music menu of his phone. Music started blaring mid-song, too loud and too harsh, and Bucky felt his body tense up before relaxing again. He let everything wash over him, falling deep in himself and the music, ignoring everything else. A song became another then another, until he slowly regained some sense of time and place. The ache in his stump was mostly gone now, but he still didn't want to wear his prosthetis if he didn't have to.

He put his earbuds aside and opened the curtains and windows, letting in both sun and fresh air. He was only wearing a t-shirt, but the apartment was well-heated. It was a habit he had taken as soon as he had moved back in with Steve. Now that they could afford a nice apartment and proper heating, this little luxury was comforting.

Bucky walked to Steve's office space, a tiny room that barely fit a desk and some bookshelves. He knocked, then opened the door when there was no answer. Silence didn't always mean that Steve wasn't there. He would often be either too focused to reply or listening to music and not hearing anything of what was going on around him. The young man was actually gone this time, though. He was employed part-time as a graphic designer by a non-profit organisation, and did freelance illustration on the side, which made for flexible and erratic schedules that Bucky had long since given up on trying to keep track of.

He considered going out. Doing some groceries, maybe, even though they still had enough for at least two meals in the fridge. Or just taking a walk. But all of that would involve putting the prosthetis back on, and the effort of actually getting out of the apartment.

He sat down in front of the TV instead.

His mind was blank as he settled on a cartoon channel and watched characters he didn't know about go through actions he didn't understand the point of. He hadn't had a crash so bad after physical therapy in quite a long time. It used to happen after every other appointment, the pain and the exhaustion making him shut down emotionally for a day or two. He knew he had to go through it all though, knew how much good the physical therapy was doing him. It was just hard to focus on the physical benefits when his body felt like a foreign object even as he was inhabiting it.

He remembered a time when that hadn't been the case at all. He remembered wearing his skin confidently, glowing with it as Steve liked to jealously remind him. He remembered training in the military, remembered the pleasure he felt in feeling his muscles work, the addiction to the smell of his own sweat on his skin. He remembered his own smile on photographs, never self-conscious, always promising something.

He remembered the cold of night, remembered the explosion of sound, so loud it immediately dissolved into silence. He remembered a fall, a searing pain through his arm, like burning your tongue, a numbness spreading through his brain until he didn't feel anything.

And then the silence. The silence. Waiting for something, trying not to hope, just losing himself to the silence and the burning and the cold.

He turned his head to greet Steve as he heard him come inside.

“Hey.” Bucky willed his voice to carry, not to tremble.

“Oh, hi,” Steve walked into the room from the kitchen, leaning agains the wall. “I hadn't noticed you there. What are you watching?”

Bucky turned back to the screen, but he honestly had no clue. “Don't know.” He shrugged, and felt Steve's gaze stop on his stump for a second.

“Bad therapy day?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, then let his head fall back against the back of the couch, hair falling across his cheeks as he did.

Steve toed off his shoes and pushed him slightly, forcing him to free some space on the couch. He sat down next to Bucky, well into his personal space, and even rested his head against his shoulder.

Steve was on his left side, so he couldn't put an arm around him, but he didn't really need to as the smaller man cuddled against him until there was barely any space between their bodies. It was funny how touch averse they both could be when it came to other people, and how much bodily contact went on between them two. Of course, they had a history that had built up this closeness, but even then. The fact that it had survived despite what they both had gone through felt like a miracle at times.

“Hey, Steve.” Bucky stopped, not adding anything. There was a thought in his mind, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from, and he wasn't sure whether he should voice it or not. It would certainly be awkward.

Steve moved slightly against him, still looking for the most comfortable position. His small size was an advantage, since by curling in on himself and resting his head on Bucky's chest, he could fit under the stump of his arm without disturbing it. “Mmh?”

“Do you like Sam?”

Steve froze. Then he slowly uncoiled himself and sat down more properly, restoring a few centimeters of space between him and Bucky. “Why do you ask?”

His voice was calculated and careful, which made Bucky frown. “Uh? Because I'm curious? I think you would make a good couple.”

Steve looked away at that and started biting his bottom lip. Bucky was feeling more confused than he felt he ought to be at this early stage of the conversation.

“Uh? Is there a problem? If you don't want to talk about it it's...”

“No, no, no!” Steve started, shaking his head.

Bucky realised he had been moving his body away from his friend's and stopped. He knew that Steve got overly worried whenever he appeared even slightly uncomfortable, which was honestly annoying whenever he was the one worrying about Steve.

“Look, I-” Bucky stopped, ran a hand through his hair, then tried again. “I didn't mean anything by it. It was just a stupid comment. Ignore it.”

Silence fell as Steve failed to immediately reply, and Bucky pretended to focus on the television screen again.

“I might like him a little.”

Bucky could hear the embarrassment in Steve's voice. He didn't turn away from the screen, thinking that his friend would be more at ease without having to make eye contact.

“And I'm pretty sure he likes me well enough?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, turning back just slightly to see Steve's face. “Are you asking me?”

Steve shrugged. “Nah. I guess not. I'm pretty sure he would say yes if I asked him on a date I just don't... I'm just not sure if  I should.”

Bucky kept on pretending he was following anything of what was going on on the TV. “Why shouldn't you? I mean, Sam is sweet. He's a little shit, but he's sweet.”

Steve started laughing. “He said almost the exact same thing about you not three days ago. I honestly think the two of you would be great friends if you interacted more when I'm not there to force you to.”

“I'll think about it. Not sure the guy is worth the effort, but if it makes you happy...” Bucky bumped his shoulder into Steve's. “You're changing the subject, though. Why shouldn't you date Sam?”

Steve sighed, then kept silent again. Bucky turned back fully towards him then, frowning once more. “Seriously, Steve. Is something wrong? This shouldn't be worrying you so much.”

Steve let out a bitter laugh, something akin to a bark that felt unnatural in his mouth.

“Easy for you to say.”

“What do you mean?”

Steve looked away. “Sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just... You're... you. You're used to flirting and dating and stuff-”

“I haven't actually dated anyone since you, you know.”

Steve leaned back against him one more, quieting down. “Yeah. I know.”

Bucky slowly brushed his right hand along Steve's arm. “Is this about me?”

Steve didn't reply, only pressing closer into Bucky's skin.

“Hey, Steve. I'm gonna need an answer on this one. Is this about me?”

“I don't know-” Steve's voice was half-muffled. “Maybe a little.”

Bucky sighed. “You idiot. I'm fine. I.. I'll be okay. You don't have to worry about me.”

“We never actually broke up.”

“Steve-”

“No, hear me out.” Steve put a hand out, as if to stop Bucky from even moving. “We never actually broke up. And I'm okay with that, because there wasn't time, there wasn't... we didn't know. But that's okay. But you haven't actually dated anyone since you were dating me.”

Bucky was regretting starting this conversation. He hadn't thought it was going to end up going in this direction at all.

“Are you asking me if I got enough closure?”

Steve didn't reply, but he stared intently at Bucky, blue eyes unwavering. It was reply enough.

“I... Of course I did. I mean... I left. I mean, sure, we kept in touch, but none of us actually believed the long-distance thing was working, right? And then you... you. And then I got hurt. There wasn't clear closure, but we're not...”

“Are we not?” Steve asked, still lying on Bucky, looking up through his eyelashes in a way that brought back so many memories Bucky had to wonder if he wasn't actually in need of closure.

He shaked his head, though.

“We're not. And I've got my closure. You don't need to worry about me.”

“Why aren't you dating anyone, then?”

Bucky let out a puff of laughter. “Dude. I barely leave the flat on my own.”

“Do you want to date anyone?”

“When did this become about me?”

“Buck, please.”

“I don't... know. I don't know. No? I'm not... I don't feel like I need to be dating anyone right now. I'm not... interested.”

“You're sure?”

Bucky wanted to laugh. Hell no, he wasn't sure. It was true he hadn't really felt the need to date anyone in the 18 months since his injury, but was that just because he hadn't been very social in any form anyway? Then there was Clint, with whom he might be flirting but also was not flirting. He had no idea what he felt for Clint. It had been different, before. When he liked someone, he would feel it immediately. There was an easy tension that came from being attracted to someone. If there was tension between him and Clint, though, it wasn't the same kind.

Buck nodded in Steve's direction. “I'm sure.”

Steve nodded too, then,  more solemnly. There was something half-sad to his expression, and Bucky could guess where it was coming from. Maybe some part of Steve had wanted for Bucky to still be attracted to him. Maybe some part of him had needed that, as validation. Bucky wished Steve would have sat down on his other side, or that he was wearing his prosthetic, so that he could hug his friend close to him.

“I'm fine, Steve. I don't want to be dating anyone right now, and I guess that includes you. But you're my best friend. You're still my best friend. You'll always be my best friend.”

“I know. I don't need you to comfort me. I'm not a teenage girl anymore.” He let out the smallest smile.

Bucky laughed at that. “No, you're definitely not.”

Steve still didn't seem to want to move from his position on Bucky's chest.

Bucky wondered how the conversation could have deviated so much, but he was thankful, in a way. He seemed to have broken out of his daze of blankness and self-pity.

“So... you and Sam?”

Steve groaned, raised himself up again and pushed Bucky away.

“Shut up. You're an idiot.”

Bucky shrugged. “I'm serious, Stevie. There's something there. You know it. I know it. I'm pretty sure Sam knows it, though I'm also pretty sure he's just too polite to point it out.”

“You are not getting involved in my love life, Buck.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Steve. You've got to admit it to yourself. There is no way I will not get involve in your love life. You're doomed.”

Steve got up off the couch at that, putting both hands over his ears. “I am not listening to you anymore. You are an asshole and I will ignore you all evening and be the better for it.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO STEVIE!” Bucky shouted as his friend walked out of the room and into his bedroom.

So Bucky was left with the television once more. It wasn't the same cartoon playing anymore, though he was as unfamiliar with that story as with the previous one.

He turned the TV off with a sigh. It wasn't a sad sigh. It was more a marking of the transition between a moment of easy comfort and the rest of one's life. Bucky got up and stretched his right arm above his head.

His stump was still hurting slightly and he didn't want to have to put the prosthetis back on for just a few hours.

“Steve! Stop whining and come help me make dinner.”

Steve popped his head through the door. “You always tell me I can't cook to save my life.”

“Well, what can I say? I'm an optimist and believe there's still hope that you'll learn.”

Steve shrugged. “As long as you don't complain if I mess things up...”

Two days later, Sam invited Bucky to the cinema. He did so by text, and Bucky's first reaction was to show his phone to Steve.

“What have you been telling your crush about me?” Bucky asked accusingly.

Steve, of course, the jerk that he was, batted his eyelashes innocently. “Me? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“You're full of crap, Rogers.”

Steve didn't looke even the slighest bit ashamed. “I told you you would get along more if you actually hung out without me. And I didn't force Sam to invite you. He actually liked the idea.”

“You are a terrible person. I don't know why I'm friends with you.”

Bucky started typing on his phone.

“Are you gonna go?”

Steve's voice was concerned. Bucky tried to play it cool, play it natural, and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I'm gonna go. But if your boyfriend picks a terrible movie, I'm blaming you as well as him. And you will regret this.”

Steve didn't even deign to reply, simply grinning like a puppy. Bucky made a face and walked away, making some coffee for two.

As he stared at the coffee machine, his thoughts drifted back to Clint. He hadn't contacted the young man after that one time in the coffee shop. Not because he hadn't wanted to. He just hadn't done it.

And wasn't that a perfect illustration of all of his relationships right now? It had been a year since he had come back from the hospital, and though he had never actively pushed anyone away, he also hadn't made any effort to reconnect with anybody. Which left him with two close friends, Steve and Natasha, then Jess and Sam, and maybe Clint. If he could get his shit together enough to actually text the guy.

Bucky joined Steve on their couch and put two mugs of coffee on the coffee table, one black with two cubes of sugar and one topped with a thick layer of milk.

“Why aren't you coming to the movie with us, though?” he asked Steve.

The blond looked up from the book he was reading, a pair of thin glasses balanced on his nose. “Uh?”

“With Sam and I. The movie. I don't mind going alone with Sam, but why aren't you coming? Are you gonna stay here by yourself while I go out with your future boyfriend? Because that would be weird.”

“Don't call him my future boyfriend.”

Bucky shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee with milk and handing Steve his mug. “So. Why aren't you coming?”

“I'm actually busy tonight. A friend of mine invited me to a gallery opening. It's way too fancy for me to be invited, but she was, and she could bring a plus one.”

“Do I know her?”

“I think you met her once, before you left. She's called Peggy?”

Bucky had to think about it. That would have been three or four years ago. “The name rings a bell, but I couldn't tell you what she looked like anymore.”

“Yeah, well. We lost touched for a while when I started my transition, but we started talking again a few months back, and she knew I was interested in that new gallery I guess. So I said why not.”

“Yeah, no,” Bucky replied, nodding and settling himself more comfortably on the couch. “It's good. That's nice.”

He would have asked if it had been awkward for them to reconnect post-transition, but knew he wasn't entitled to that kind of morbid curiosity.

“I hope you guys will have fun.”

“She told me she finds those events absolutely terrible, but I guess at least we'll have each other's company?”

Steve closed his book and put it on the table in order to pick up his coffee. He hummed pleasantly as the warmth spread through his fingers.

“Did Sam tell you what movie you're gonna see?”

“I have absolutely no idea. He told me he would pick and that I had no choice. I'm honestly kind of scared.”

He kept his coffee cup in his left hand and pulled his phone out of his pocket with the other one, starting to scroll through his facebook feed. Most of it was filled with news article, since he liked the official page of pretty much every media outlet that deserved an ounce of respect. He felt like he couldn't afford not knowing if something big was happening in the world.

They sipped at their coffee in silence as Steve went back to reading and Bucky kept fiddling with his phone. He tagged Natasha in a cat video and read a few articles on international tensions. He tried to avoid anything that dealt directly with military actions.

He remembered Steve telling him how stupid he was to sign up for the army. He remembered Steve admitting, after getting so mad at each other they had been thrown out in the rain by the friends they had been staying with, that he wished he could join in with Bucky. Steve had always been the patriotic one, at that time he had even believed in the army. Bucky was only interested in the money at first. But Steve couldn't possibly have joined up, and Bucky actually thrived as a soldier. Until his injury.

He locked his phone again. Whenever he let his thoughts wonder like that, he fell back to the same memories. He knew that he shouldn't blame his brain for still trying to process things, but he could admit to himself that he would prefer being able to ignore it all for the rest of his life.

“I'm gonna go grab a book.”

He actually had a nice time with Sam. They went for burgers before the movie, which was some kind of ridiculous space opera that made absolutely no sense but was visually stunning and somehow extremely enjoyable to watch. He came out of the cinema utterly confused but with a smile on his face, and didn't even think of refusing when Sam asked if he wanted to get a drink before they went back their own way.

Bucky texted Steve to let him now he would come back later than expected. He didn't expect his friend to text back immediately, and so put his phone back into his pocket, letting Sam lead the way to a bar he knew which should be somewhat less crowded than usual bars on a Saturday evening.

Steve had been right, of course, and he and Sam did get along really well. They both had a sarcastic sense of humor, and Sam had a particular way of caring for people without infantilising them which Bucky particularly appreciated. He let himself be carried away in the conversation, starting from their respective opinion on the movie – a mess, but in a nice way – to their favorite sci-fi movies, to their favorite movie quote and so on. The both of them had finished their drinks and were about to head in different directions to walk back home when Bucky realised he hadn't felt his phone vibrate for the whole evening. He checked the screen, which was blank.

He furrowed his brows, feeling anxiety rising in his stomach.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, hands in his pants pockets to shield them from the cold.

Bucky shaked his head slightly. “Yeah, I... It's just...” He looked up, and saw that Sam was looking genuinely concerned. “It's nothing, really. Just... Steve hasn't texted me back.”

“He might be asleep.”

Bucky shaked his head in earnest this time. “No. He was at this gallery opening. It ended half an hour ago, so he should be on his way. But... He's really careful about me checking in. He should have texted back.”

“His phone might be dead. Or he might just not have heard it, if there's a lot of noise where he is. And the party might have run just a slightly bit late and that's why he's not back yet. I'm sure he's fine.”

“Yeah. Yeah, probably. It's probably nothing.” He laughed bitterly. “What a pair we make, right? Perfect illustration of codependency.”

“With what you've both been through, it should be expected. It might not be healthy, but it's not surprising.” “That's not exactly a comfort, Sam.”

The man shrugged. “Do you want me to come home with you, just in case?”

“I'm not a kid,” Bucky immediately replied, taking on an offended tone. “I can-” Bucky stopped himself. Sam was looking at him with a face that was carefully blank. No pity on his face, no obvious concern. It was the kind of expression so neutral it could only be a façade.

Bucky looked down at his feet. Sam might not be concerned for him, but he would certainly be for Steve.

“Fine. You can come with.”

Sam smiled, looking relieved, and Bucky shaked his head and walked away without even looking at him. The bus stop wasn't far, and they got there a few minutes before the last bus was due. As they waited, Bucky kept checking his phone, finally giving in and sending Steve a text asking him to show he was alive.

He hadn't been joking when he had told Sam that the both of them might be a little codependant. It was something that had taken him months to realise, and his therapist had had to ease him into it. He felt uncomfortable with the knowledge now, couldn't help analysing every single aspect of their relationship or even their conversations. But being aware of the problem wasn't enough to make it go away, and he had no idea how he would deal if he truly had to stop being so close to Steve.

Bucky's therapist has been asking him to have a conversation with Steve about all of that, even offering to make an appointment with him if Bucky felt he couldn't approach the subject on his own. After the conversation they'd had about Bucky's dating situation, he thought it might be worth a try. But well. There was one more step to take between knowing it was a good idea and actually doing it.

“Still no reply?” Sam asked, keeping a neutral tone.

Bucky shaked his head. The night had gotten a bit chilly, and he popped up his collar against the wind, admitting it would probably have been a good idea to wear a scarf under his leather jacket. Although Sam was only wearing a plaid collared shirt instead of a jacket and seemed completely fine. The fucker.

Bucky was about to call him out on that when the bus arrived. They stepped inside, and Sam bought a ticket while Bucky used his pass.

The only other passengers where three girls either back or getting ready for a night out and an older man. The girls were chatting at the back, but it still felt mostly silent, and Sam and Bucky took two seats at the front.

Sam checked his phone too. Still no word from Steve.

“Do you know the girl he's with?” Sam asked.

Bucky turned back towards him after having been staring at his own reflection in the bus window. “No, not really. Steve told me I've met her once apparently, but I honestly don't remember anything about her. I think they met in college, or late high school. They lost touch, reconnected a while back. She has contacts in the art scene – god knows how – and since she knew he was interested, she invited him.”

Sam nodded, two fingers rythmically tapping against his leg.

“I don't think she's trouble,” Bucky continued, for both their sakes. “I mean, I can't be sure, I don't know her, but Steve didn't seem worried at all. And he didn't seem surprised that she would invite him.”

“He should be fine, then.”

Bucky nodded, repeating Sam's words under his breath. They kept silent after that. The easy-going banter was gone between them, getting replaced by more and more tension as minutes passed by without any more news.

The bus finally stopped a block away from Bucky and Steve's appartment, and they walked up to it without exchanging one more word. As Bucky opened the door, he was hoping he would hear sound from the living room, or see light under Steve's bedroom door, but there was nothing. He let Sam in, closed the door again, and checked every room to be sure. No sign of Steve.